softevidence

[softevidence]

Patient

‼️TW: Noncon / Drugging / Somnophilia / Medical kink / Yandere / Psychological manipulation / Power imbalance‼️ → Read tags carefully before proceeding. This is dark content. → Fiction. Reader discretion advised. Minors do not interact!

Yandere AU | Dentist!Namjoon x Reader | Darkfic | Non-con

Summary: Namjoon is desperate to have you all for himself and jumps at his first chance, which happens to be an appointment to get your wisdom teeth removed. Now he only needs to earn your trust and get you in a vulnerable state to make his move.

The day has finally come. The first time he has you all for himself! Namjoon prepared his surgery suite days ago to make sure nothing goes wrong.

The assistant finishes setting up the equipment when he catches your voice in the foyer talking to the receptionist.

“You can send her in, everything is set up.”

He can smell your sweet perfume as you scoot by him into the room. He closes the door.

“I´m sorry I´m late, it´s just that my brother couldn´t drive me today and I didn´t catch the bus.”

You made Namjoon pleasantly surprised. Your quiet and genuinely apologetic voice gave away that you learned from your little outburst last time.

“Well, first of all, good afternoon, Y/N. You are actually my last patient for today, are you ready for your treatment?” He smiles seeing you look up with big eyes.

He receives a quietly mumbled “Yes.” Enough for now.

He gives you a reassuring smile before he makes his way around the big medical chair in the middle of the room. He can feel you follow him with your eyes. You must be scared. He knows this questioning look from many of his patients. Usually it helps explaining them, that removing wisdom teeth, even though necessary, has a very low chance of complications.

But with you, he won´t waste this chance. Today is not about your well-being. He can always attend to your health later. Instead, his plan is to make you trust him, maybe even get you emotionally attached to him. Depends how blatant he could get with his intentions.

He gestures towards the chair. “Please sit.”

You obediently follow his instructions, even if your legs are already a little shaky. Though he can´t hold back a chuckle when the chair is a little too high and has you struggling to get up. You just listen so well! It takes several tries before your pretty little ass is settled safely where he wants it.

“Last time we didn´t go over the details of the procedure, so before we start, I have to give you a quick explanation. You won´t have to worry about anything I do, okay?”

You nod, watching him intently. Again, listening so well!

“Great, so the most important thing is that I´m gonna use a local anesthetic, so you won´t feel any pain. I should warn you though, you will likely feel uncomfortable when I pull the teeth out, that is because it´s right below your ear canal. “

You start shifting a little in your seat. Cute.

“Basically, the rest is I cut a little incision below each of your wisdom teeth, pull them out as gently as possible and stitch it back up. Afterwards, I´ll show you how to take care of yourself properly, alright?”

He studies your posture, you are tense. Noticing delightfully that he made you tremble slightly and you fidget your fingers in your lap, your voice shaky.

“Um I´m just—it´s just that what if I still feel the pain?”

Aw baby, why won´t you trust me?

“Please don´t worry about that, sweetheart, I know what I´m doing and you can always lift your hand and I´ll give you a break right away. I´m right here, you don´t even have to say a word. That´s not scary at all, right?”

You give him a compliant smile with a nod.

“If you don´t have any more questions, let´s begin! Please lie down.”

You can´t get away now.

You do as you´re told and he begins setting up the height of the chair, which was apparently way too high as he had to lower the chair until your head is on the same height as his stomach.

Before he even has to ask, you open your mouth for him, but when you see the syringe, your eyes go big. He just gives you another smile and you manage to hold still until he placed two injections in your buccal region and carefully pulls it out.

“Well done! I´ll be back in a few minutes, so the medicine can set. The only thing I need you to do is keep breathing as calmly as possible for the anesthetic to spread, can you do that for me?”

After he gets another quiet nod from you, he leaves you alone on the large doctor´s chair. You are always so shy, but he can fix that. But first, he has to make sure you both won´t be interrupted. Sure, working with an assistant is probably faster and safer, but neither is the point right now.

-

“That´s the sister of my best friend, always so polite, right?” He chit chats with the assistants outside.

“Actually, I think you worked well today. Go ahead and leave early. I´m almost done with her and I´m going to take her home anyway.”

The staff bows to him, happy to take him on his offer.

-

When he comes back into the room you already seem more relaxed in the big chair. After turning off the large headlight, he puts on a mask and latex gloves.

“I´m gonna have to cover up your face, to keep everything sterile, alright?” He doesn´t even expect an answer from you at this point.

He would have loved to study your fearful expressions during the procedure, because you clearly had a hard time holding them back. Now he had to settle with one last catch of unease in your eyes that you couldn´t hold in any longer, before putting a surgical blanket over your face.

It´s the first time he can shamelessly check out your entire body. He had already noticed your dangerously short skirt when it hiked up your ass climbing on the chair. It was probably his favorite piece on you. Unfortunately, you had successfully covered up the rest with a sheer pair of leggings—which certainly did not stop his eyes from lingering on your higher thighs—and your chest with a wide hoodie that you hadn´t bothered to take off due to the cold weather. At least it couldn´t cover your neck which wore a delicate necklace.

Though soon tensed up again, you are doing well at first. He can calmly make the first incision and even when he pulls the flesh of your gums to the sides, you just seem to ground yourself by curling your fingers into the hem of your hoodie.

Even when he begins loosening your first tooth with the forceps beginning to move his arm, you merely holden your sharply drawn breath. Actually disappointing, if he couldn´t see your face, he would at least have appreciated a bodily reaction—

You let out a sudden whimper as he instinctively pulls out your molar in a sudden motion.

Oh, just like that.

Stopping the rocking motion, he notices your hands visibly shaking and hurriedly inquires about your well-being. You grant him an approving noise followed by more sobs.

Your hands haven´t stopped shaking, so Namjoon takes one hand in his drawing soothing circles with his thumb.

“We have finished one already, well done, [Y/N].”

After temporarily stuffing the first wound, he gives you time to calm down again.

Namjoon keeps comforting you absent-minded and notices he has grown hard in his pants. Your sobs must have had that effect on him. You are just so helpless and he practically hears the fear in your breath. He could listen to that sound forever, but right now it leaves him aching for more or at least some relieve.

With his free hand he begins rubbing his member through his trousers getting some friction while he listens to your fading sobs. He has no problem staying silent, but worried you might sense anything unusual he soon stops his movement.

Over a minute he tells you to keep breathing speaking softly before suggesting you continue to get it over with. With your approval he reluctantly gets to work on your second teeth. This hard-on is making him just as tense.

The shift from before is obvious right away as your breathing quickens as soon as you open up for him. By the first cut you are shaking all over and when he gets to work on the tooth, he has you tearing up and sniffling through your nose.

Namjoon knows this effect from his work. Pain anticipation often happens when you pull wisdom teeth on separate appointments. Learning the new type of pain, the patient expects it and gets scared the time of the second appointment. That is why he made you get all of them removed today, but you are so sensitive that you got heightened anxiety right away.

Namjoon decides to tear the second teeth out at once, because he has a hard time loosening and pulling gently when you are so damn tensed up.

It has you burst into tears uncontrollably and Namjoon is a little stunned, you are usually talented in keeping yourself quiet.

He quickly pulls the cover off your face finally taking in your puffy eyes tiredly blinking against the bright surgical light. He has you sitting up carefully and uses a paper towel to wipe off some blood running down the corner of your mouth.

“There, there dear, don´t cry. You are so brave! I´m sorry, I´m not sure if we can go on like this, I don´t want to hurt you…” Namjoon bites his bottom lip preventing any smirk from slipping up. He is aware how duplicitous he is being, but you just have to bear this little hardship for a little longer to make this meeting successful.

Your cute little face looks up at him wide eyed, so hopeful for a way out. Hoping for all of this to be over…

“Please, Sir, can you please stop? I just can´t go on any more.” You break out into sobbing once more and Namjoon has to wipe your mouth again.

After a few moments he lets out a deep breath. “I´m will be honest here, I can finish you up right now and you will have to come back very soon to do the last two teeth and honestly that won´t be pretty for you either or we do the unconventional way and put you under a deeper sedation right now, so I can finish up without complications. You won´t feel a thing.”

Oh, how cute, your hopeful expression changes from hopeful to scared once again! Your stupid little head doesn´t understand a thing he is doing while he has you lying helpless in his grip. Pressuring you further he looks at you expectantly, raising his eyebrows.

“I don´t know—can you decide?” You suggest, praying his nice tone back.

“Very well.”

He smiles down at you, dimples becoming visible, granting your reward instantly.

And there is the trust he was looking for…

Namjoon doesn´t leave you waiting for long as he gets the equipment ready. Still, he can see you fidgeting again. It is likely that the local anesthetic begins wearing off. While the thought of letting you struggle a little bit longer is tempting, he decides you had enough for today.

“Please take off your hoodie for me, I need to check your vitals and set up an IV line.”

As you follow his instructions, he takes his time setting up the pulse monitor around your ribcage. He prevents your left arm from trembling with a firm hold as he puts the needle in your arm and carefully holds it in place while attaching a securing tape.

Namjoon is excited he gets a taste of you earlier than expected, but at least wants to make sure that the experience is comfortable for you too first.

“This is only going to take a minute, remember what I told you earlier about steady breathing? I need you to do that again and you will feel relaxed very soon, alright?”

You do your best to stick to his reassuring words as the sedatives fills your veins and Namjoon waits patiently until your eyelids become heavy. The last thing in your vision are his focused eyes on your state of conciseness.

Namjoon takes another breath, finally not having to hide his inner demon.

He would never force himself on you without asking for your consent. But what´s the point of asking, if you can´t answer?

He begins caressing your cheek relieved that you finally managed to calm down. Your face muscles are relaxed, making your lips pout adorably.

His gloved fingers go down pressing and dragging his thumb across them. Pulling the bottom lip down a little too far, more blood drips out of your mouth onto your light shirt.

Namjoon doesn´t bother and as his gaze wanders down to your neck, slightly bent to one side, he happens to notice your little necklace again. This time he can see the letter pendant which forms a J. Probably stands for Jungkook. He takes it off. You soon don´t need to worry about your brother anymore.

Namjoon doesn´t worry that this might be too bad of a treatment for you. He loves you and he would never let anything bad happen to you. Some day you will understand that too.

Next, he lifts your shirt revealing your breasts. Your lack of further covering makes him chuckle.

Did you wait for him?

He leans into your neck, breathing your scent like a predator ready to make the deathly bite. Your scent entices him, but he eagerly moves down onto the hem of your breasts. He puts his hand on the bottom and takes one nipple between his lips and teeth sucking and biting it. Through the stimulation, the buds of your breasts quickly begin pointing up.

He whispers to you. After all, there is a chance in this state your brain will subconsciously process his words. If not, your bodies reactions prove it undeniably can.

“I was worried it wouldn´t be so easy with you, but you seem to like it…Fuck, I already wanna cum all over you.”

Hastily he takes off his pants finally free to stroke himself. Desperately he´d become fully hard.

He takes off your skirt too, carelessly throwing it on the side. He is tired of using his own hands and even though you won´t be able to help him for now, he is confident your pretty body will.

He gets closer by climbing on top of you on the chair. He cages your body under his, thighs spread over your hips.

At first, Namjoon focuses his attention back on your neck. His big hands on each of your upper arms in order to lean further down over you to continue his assault on your exposed neck. Soon, he simultaneously rubs his member on your covered groin area.

His breathing getting heavy as he thinks about your shy squirming. Surely in today´s case it was because of the pain, but those things are nuances to him. He had—and soon will always have the power over you to make you obey his every wish. Knowing how to make you feel the emotions he wants you to feel. Even if he wants you to feel pain instead of pleasure, he won´t let you evade him by acting helpless and scared.

He had hoped you would be smart enough to simply follow his instructions, manage to hold still to let him do his work on your teeth, but it turned out he had to be stricter with you once your fear took over. However, for today, you proved your trust in him in the end and so he wants to reward it.

Nevertheless, his needs go first. He already leaked precum on your dark tights leaving a hint of his affection. Not for you, of course, you are probably too stupid to know what it even is, but for him, knowing he left his first mark on you.

“Can´t wait to fuck you stupid little girl.”

He grinds into you hard and suddenly finishes, the first spurts of cum landing directly on your covered cunt and then on your exposed tummy, some of the scattered drops even land on your collarbones.

He curses to himself. This might have been the only time in a while where he can take as much time as he wants with you and he had to cum right away.

Desperately he humps his dick into your core a few more times, but only a few more spurts leak out of the head. He lazily smears the white substance over the skin of your little belly. The image almost makes him hard again, but he gets off you. While playing with you like a paralyzed doll is fun, he misses you little reactions and noises.

He gets dressed when you begin stirring a little, waking up. Your groans suggest that your body knows exactly what just happened, but with whatever believe you wake up, Namjoon is going to extinguish it.

Namjoon quickly checks the dosage and your pulse, making you to drift back into deeper unconsciousness. At least he has to sew your wounds to prevent any serious health risks.

After finishing up he takes a few pictures and cleans up the room, attention constantly on your status of consciousness.

-

Fading back into your surroundings you let out a moan. Maybe you are tired from the last hours or you are scared. Anyway, the first thing you see is Namjoon´s face, who smiles fondly when you open your eyes.

“Welcome back, we are all done. You did very well and you were sleeping pretty comfortable too, weren´t you?”

Although your eyes still seem unfocused you boldly nod clearly trying to make sense of your surroundings.

“Mmm, where am I?”

Aw.

“Wait, what time is it?”

“It´s 7 pm, sweetheart, do you have anywhere to be?” he chuckles.

“Yes, my brother is picking me up so I have to hurry.” You already begin to get up to get off the chair but Namjoon stops you, adored by the way you now angrily look up at him, seemingly in a hurry.

“Didn´t you tell me that he can´t drive you today?”

Ignoring his question, you carefully touch your still numb cheeks nodding beginning to understanding the situation.

Namjoon finds it adorable and allows your slipped up impoliteness. Maybe he should drug you more often if it makes you so receptive and confident.

When your body slowly shifts dangerously to the side, he holds you up.

“Let´s get you home now.”

Questioning you look at him “What home?”

My home.

“Your home, silly, I can´t let you walk home alone in the dark like this now, can I?”

Namjoon makes you sit up and helps you off the chair guiding you to the elevator to the parking garage. He rounds the car sitting beside you after he put your bag and jacket in the back and made sure you are safely buckled in.

He amusingly takes in your confused expression trying to keep your head straight in the passenger seat before driving out into the rush hour traffic of Seoul.

During the drive, he tries his best getting you involved into an informative conversation, as blurry as your mind is.

“Think anyone is at home?”

“I don´t know, Kookie might be, mom and dad are probably at work…it´s Wednesday, right?”

“Yes, Sweetheart, here let me help you get out.”

Namjoon lets you out from the outside, as you hadn´t even bothered about the locked door.

Jungkook actually is at home and heard the doorbell ring, welcoming you in. Though apologizing for forgetting your appointment, his current state suggests it was the best not to drive you.

In agony, Namjoon has to let you slip out of his hold as soon as you recognize your brother. You just had to welcome him with a big hug, in which Jungkook has to support you.

Namjoon and Jungkook lead you to lie down on the couch as Namjoon suggests you take a nap explaining Jungkook about the spontaneous change in your medical plan.

“She will likely feel some pain very soon and I will leave you a disinfectant to treat the wounds too.” Looks like neither you or your brother can make sense of it at this time.

“May I ask where your parents are?” Namjoon was aware that your family can´t have the healthiest relationships, however nobody being at home by this time is suspicious

“They are at work or out to drink with the company, they won´t be back for a while.” Jungkook confirms.

Namjoon decides that telling Jungkook how to take care of you makes as much sense at telling you right now and suggests the safes option in his eyes.

“You know what, how about I come by tomorrow morning and take a look at my little patient before work?”

Jungkook luckily accepts the offer and Namjoon is on his way. He still has to prepare a plan for Jungkook and your affection towards him before he can finally move onto you.

Thank you so much for reading<3

this one got really dark, but I love reading stories with tension so much! I tried to write a longer version, but decided to post this on it´s own for now

Your comment and request would mean the world💙💙

[softevidence]

[softevidence]

The intro scene looks just like this in my head...

10 Seconds (Jungkook x Reader)

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Word Count: 6.9k

Warnings: Yandere, Stalking, Obsession, Vomit, Non-Consensual touching, Kidnapping, Assault

I do not condone the acts displayed in this story nor do I believe any members of BTS would actually engage in this type of behavior. This is simply written for entertainment purposes and should not be taken as a reflection of my own values, opinions, or morals. 

Read more stories from this universe here 

Preview:  He was terrifying. This man was terrifying because he was the iconic image of a monster. The scary man all in black, hiding out in the shadows waiting to pounce on his innocent prey. When he had grabbed you before, you had noticed just how tall and built he actually was. There was no way you could have the upper hand over him. This man would win in every single scenario you could imagine, there would be no fighting him off, no surprising him with an attack. If anything, it would be like Little Red Riding Hood trying to eat the big bad wolf: a joke.

A/N: Hello! This is my second fic I have ever posted to this blog! As you can see, I have an ironic obsession with yanderes! I hope you enjoy this one and I look forward to seeing you in the comments!

Read Part 2 Here

It was late at night, that was your first mistake. Your friends had warned you time and time again, stop studying at the library so late and stop walking around campus alone at night. But, you couldn’t help it. The semester was ending and that meant that projects and papers were a stressful commonality. Due dates were constantly running through your mind, paired with the unwillingness to actually do any of the work. So, like any other college student, you wound up having many late nights in the library with breakdowns over having procrastinated for so long.

The area your campus was in was not necessarily a bad place, you were just rather close to the city which was always something to be wary of. Campus security was not the best it could be either, they claimed to be on constant patrol but in actuality it was rather rare to see them out past ten thirty. You had heard stories of people being mugged at dark street corners and held up in alleys, but like everyone else you always thought, “That’ll never happen to me.”

You were very wrong.

Your second mistake was neglecting to bring a charger with you. Your phone’s battery was dropping and fast. Staring down at your screen revealed the glowing number “26” looking back at you. In your defense, you didn’t think that you would be on campus this late today, that was of course until you found out that the deadline for your Euro History paper was due that night by midnight. Any other professor may have been lenient with you and given you an extension, but not this one, no. Putting it lightly, he was a huge asshole.

And the biggest mistake of all, you had absolutely nothing to defend yourself with. But, at the end of the day, this happened because you were in the wrong place at the wrong time. All the conditions were perfect for what was about to happen to you. It was dark, it was quiet, and you were in the parking garage. For a campus that was operating in 2020, it severely lacked in the security department. There were no cameras, and there were not any campus security officers in the ramp. You were utterly alone, and ripe for the taking.

You had been warned, don’t walk alone in the dark late at night. But, nothing bad would ever happen to you, would it? All it took was ten seconds.

One, he began to approach you from behind.

Two, his footsteps were fast and light, practiced in their pace.

Three, you were within grabbing distance.

Four, he wrapped his arms around your chest and lifted.

Five, you struggle violently and open your mouth to scream.

Six, his gloved hand covers your mouth tightly, muffling your cries.

Seven, he slams your head into the side of your car.

Eight, he strikes again, harder.

Nine, he forces you into his waiting car.

Ten, you’re his now.

Keep reading

[softevidence]

I´m traumatized, but thank you😏♥♥♥

High Ransom.

Pairing |Mafia!BTS x innocent!reader

Genre | smut, angst, dark themed, mafia AU.

Summary | “They all knew your mothers word was good for nothing, she’d never pay it back. So they settled for a painful compromise.”

!warnings! Please read this before reading the fic| 18+ mature language, perverse actions, virginity loss, violent sex, anal sex, oral fem and male receiving, financial struggle, parent death, strict and neglecting mother, cum eating, darcyphilia, urolagnia,slight hate-fuck,reader insert is of age, extremely naive & innocent insert. I do not agree or support any actions depicted in this fictional work,rape. !!NON-CON!! !!non-con!!

| this is not in anyway shape or form a true depiction or representation of BTS, this is a work of fiction and is not to be taken seriously. For entertainment purposes only.|

(this is my work, please don’t repost or steal)

Requested [open for request] words: 4k.

A/N: 200 Follwers?! Hi, I love y’all sm 🤧. But on a serious note, this is the filthiest thing I’ve ever written, I warned y’all. Also the longest one of written yet. I hope it isn’t too much :’) please excuse any mistakes or grammatical errors.

Could they be running late? Shivering you sat in the windowsill towel wrapped around you keeping a sharp eye for their large dark SUV you loved so dearly. They were supposed to be here today, right? Getting up you stretch your legs going to look at your heavily decorated calendar,‘Friends Day!!’ In bright pink informed you, yes indeed they were to be here today.

A smile crept on your face, the confirmation made you feel giddy, the thought of seeing them again made you excited beyond belief. “Y/n I just know you’re dressed and not dripping all over the carpet!” Your mother teased from the living room. You swore she had cameras on you, unraveling yourself you chose one of the few outfits she had put together for you for guest appearances. Closing the curtains, making them look as casual as you could. You then sat on the bed waiting for her to come inspect, counting her footsteps along the creaking wood floors. She crept into your room, a stern expression on her face, you could tell she was stressed with nothing positive to say she mumbled “Stop pulling that face you look exactly like your father.”

You stood from the drab mattress choosing not to respond, “wet spot on the floor?! What’d I tell you to do?!” You hung your head, why must she always scold you. “You told me to get dressed Momma.” She sighed, “and you chose to come in here and prance around, flood the floors and dilly dally instead!” You studied the minuscule dark spots on the carpet, “they’ll dry momma.” You whispered under your breath hoping she wouldn’t decipher your response.

“Excuse me?” She griped your cheek in a pinch making you pull your head up to face her. She took a step back releasing your face, she sucked her teeth in disapproval. “Y/n you’ll have stay in here, that dress has gotten too short on you.” She knew her words hurt you, seeing the boys was the only thing you looked forward to every month. Their attention sometimes felt like your only reason to go forward, to avoid conflict with your mother, their presence being a type of reward. She turned to go and your vision began to blur, tears warmly cascade your plumped cheek.

Leaving you alone in the room, you resume your position in the windowsill moving the curtains just enough to peak. Still no sign of them, maybe they’d given up on the money, left you for good and you couldn’t blame them. If you could leave you would too. At that moment all hopes were given up, no longer keeping an eye out you began to daydream... at least Momma would be happier no longer having to worry about the escalating debt.

Sulking in loneliness you barely noticed a white SUV pulling into their usual cut....whose this? You opened the curtains repositioning,hands in the glass knees on the jagged wood of the windowsill bench. Couldn’t be, oh but it was! You bounced like a hyperactive child, Hoseok climbed from the drivers seat handsomely waving directly at you. They all followed offering you waves and air kisses making both your stomach and heart do flips. Tumbling from the bench you run to your door eccentric to get your fix of attention, affection, friendship.

“Get back y/n, what did I say?” She was waiting for you to break her command, she knew you’d forget. “To stay in my ro-” “so why don’t you do as told for once?” You fought the bitter tears as they knocked on the door, You shuffled back into your cage of room like a kicked puppy. Shutting the door you sat on the floor compressing your ear along the hard wood.

“Ah, welcome! Come in take a seat can I get you a drink or a meal? Anything really.” She spoke with a quiver, she had nothing to pay them back with absolute zilch. “Where’s y/n?” You smiled warmly, that voice had to be Taehyung. “She’s in bed sick.” “Sick, she looked alright from the window.” Hoseok you idiot. “I’m sorry... you saw her through the window?”

“Ah Ah, we didn’t come to talk about the build of y/n’s room you know what he want.” Jin was all serous business, the room was silent. “Next month for sure.” She lied right through her teeth and they all knew it. “You said that last month, and the month before, and the month before that.” You held your breath, you hated it when they bickered she honestly didn’t have the money you two only lived in this house because it was your father’s property, and everything you got just by luck and the skin of your teeth. She simply couldn’t afford to borrow anymore, as the boys began to add impossible interest.

“Listen, we’ve let you off the hook because of your circumstances,we had a soft spot, we held you at a respect for your strength...but now the well is drying up on patience and your debt is growing into a monstrosity.” Namjoon gave his spiel

“Your husband may be dead, but honey you’re next if this money doesn’t turn up...and the plans they have for y/n aren’t cute, if you had any decency you’d get your ass off that insurance money and pay up, don’t forget you pay for protection and soon you’re going to start getting what you pay for.” Yoongi was rude whenever he came to collect, almost never staying for the excuses once ‘no’ or ‘later’ was uttered he’d head for the door, but today he decided to do otherwise.

The room fell quiet, and though your mother was cold and not much of a mother at all to you it pained you to hear her sobs and sniffing. You could tell the words being thrown at her stung her deeply. Curious to what was going on behind your door you decided to have a peak, and apparently you weren’t too good at sneaking. Your door cracked ajar, as if he knew it would happen you made direct eye contact with Taehyung.

“Boys I-I don’t know what you want from me you know the money isn’t in my possession right n-” “y/n! Come out from hiding kitten!” Opening the door you stood reading the room, your mothers face glistening, you know better than to disobey on purpose. “It’s ok y/n c’mon we want to see you.” Joon’s smile is so captivating his voice so relaxing, but your mothers gaze killed its power. “C’mon tell her she can come out.” Jin orders and your mother complies by giving you a nod of permission, sniffing over her concealed cries. It ached your but you were too excited to comfort her as you quickly escaped your confines.

“Ohh look at your pretty dress, come sit.” Taehyung pulled you onto his lap, “isn’t it pretty boys?” He pulled the fringes that decorated the bottom, barely reaching you mid thigh. “Everything’s beautiful on our y/n.” Jimin agrees, greeting you with a flirtatious wink. Making you smile into Taehyung’s chest. “Bashful girl.” His large hand rubbed your back soothingly.

“This delicate little thing around all those men with no one to help her, tsk could you imagine.” He glided his hand along your exposed thigh “that tickles.” Whispering into him you feel you face warm up. He hums in response, “want me to stop?” “No, I’ve missed you, I’ve missed all of you!” You turned catching all of their gazes, “same to you princess.” Jin chuckled, giving you a cheek kiss.

“Please let her-r go ba-ck now.” Their smiles faded, and you’d hate to admit it but yours as well. You’d usually never go against your mother but she just didn’t want to see you happy, ever. And you hated it. “Momma...I don’t wanna go back right now, can I be with my friends?” Her eyes stretched in shock and anger, the boys found your rebellion comedic letting a chuckle escape. “Y/n get back to your room now you have no clue what you’re playing with!” Her tone made you wince, no longer feeling bold you were about to comply. Taehyung griped your waist holding you back on top of him.

“And who are you to order someone around when you can’t follow orders yourself?” She sat speechless, “Taehyung, Namjoon, Jin...next month.” Her pleads were pathetic, even you knew it wouldn’t work this time. “No. Pay up today, or we’ll be taking some sweet sweet collateral.”At the moment you didn’t fully understand or care what exactly Taehyung was threatening, the only thing your brain could focus on being his rough palm griping and rubbing your inner thigh. The sensation caused a tingle within you, you couldn’t help but fidget in his lap. “Still tickling baby?” You nodded, a bit too flustered to speak.

“I-I I have a hundred or two I can give.” His hand ceased its motions, making you whine for more of the foreign feeling. He lifted a brow in suspect “You take us as a joke don’t you?” She shook her head frantically. “You just offered us not even a fraction of a year's worth of debt...you think we’re idiots, you think we won’t do what we say we will do you?” The tension made you uncomfortable as everyone glared at your mother for her response, you gripped Taehyung’s dark suit. “Hmph, okay Y/n, show us your pretty room Love.”

A simple request made your mother stand in protests, “going to get the rest of the money?” Yoongi asked knowingly, your mother trembled. Why was she so afraid, they only asked to see your room...maybe she was still upset over the wet spots. “No? Well I suggest you sit the fuck down.” Everyone left from their seat, “go on show us Petal.” He smiled in encouragement. You pulled Taehyung by his hand showing all of them into your seemingly empty room, nothing to embellish the space besides your curtains, calendar and bed.

“Very cute, very cute, right boys?” They hummed nodding while looking at the four bland walls around them. “Jungkook won’t you close the door please.” He demands the youngest, and he does as told, letting your catch a two second glance if your sniveling mother before your fate was sealed. “Lock it will you?” “Uhm it doesn’t lock.” You confessed plopping down on your plush mattress kicking your feet over the edge. “Ahh, Jungkook...make it lock.” He went to work and you watched curiously until your attention was taken by Taehyung climbing in bed next to you. “Very comfy.” He complemented.

“Oh, oh please take your shoes off.” You recited rules that were practically engraved in your memory. He laughed complying, “you heard her, shoes off.” They did as told, making your laugh at their unison actions. You turned to him with a smile still on your face, “want to see my closet?” “No, but I do want you to lay down.” You gave him an inquisitive look, you weren’t sick and you definitely weren’t tired. “It’s ok, I just wanted to play a game, a friends game.”

Oh how excited you were! A game with your friends! You laid down beside him your head rested on your pillow. “Ready?” You nodded eagerly, the rest of them watched closely. “Ok beautiful, I’m going to ask you some things and all you have to do is tell me if you’ve done it before...” he looked around at his men, they looked back with anticipation. “We’ll all play.” You nodded, beyond excited for this new experience.

“We’ll start easy, have you ever kissed someone?” Your face grew a dopey grin, “don’t be shy.” You nodded quickly, “oh? Show me how.” Sitting up a bit, you took his jaw, turning him to the side pecking his warmed cheek quickly. He smiled widely, “innocent little thing, here let’s try this.” He took your jaw in his fingers, coming in and ravishing your lips. Unknowingly you lay motionless as he took over the kiss, maneuvering you as he pleased. Pulling your slack chin he parted your lips, his tongue intruded sharing his taste. A tingle ran through you, you’ve never seen something like this let alone feel it. Taehyung pulled back trailing slobber as he lifted, “m-more more kissing!” He shook his head, laughing at your greed. “No no, there’s more to the game.”

Smirking he snuck his hand under your quaint dress, “ever let Somebody like me see your cute little panties?” You shook your head no, “let us see?” You eagerly pulled your dress up, “pretty in pink...wet your panties hmm?” Sheepishly you shut your legs, “sorry.” He rubbed your exposed tummy, “no don’t be sorry kitten, that’s great, so good.” He dragged his fingers along your pelvic area. “Yoongi, your turn?” Taehyung continued to brush your skin.

Yoongi stood from his seat on the floor in speciation. He brought his finger between your legs using his other hand to push your legs apart. “Ever felt something like this?” He ran his fingers up and down your middle, pausing along the top giving you an oddly familiar feeling that you loved. “Mm.” You moved a bit closer to the pleasure. “Yoongi stop, answer him y/n.” Nodding you yearned for yoongi’s fingers. “Don’t lie...show us.”

Rolling over you pulled a pillow from behind you positioning it between your legs as you lay on your side. “Go on.” Yoongi nudged you and you began to rub yourself, pushing the pillow firmer into your core whimpering as the pressure increased, “it feels so good!” “Naughty naughty y/n.” You continued to pleasure yourself, “mm I know, please don’t tell anybody.” Taehyung took the pillow rubbing his finger along the wet spot you left behind. “You ever cum sweetheart?” You squeeze your legs together hoping for pleasureful friction. “What’s that?”

“You’ve been rubbing yourself raw with no release?” He had a glint of pitty in his tone. “ I-I guess.” Yoongi had began his adventurous handy work once again and you couldn’t get enough. He sat beside you, looking into your eyes intently. “How’s it feel?” “Good, please don’t stop!” Taehyung pulled his partners hand away, “don’t give her too much Hyung.”

You pout squirming, itching with pent up sexual frustrations. “You both play like she’s a doll, she’s a woman, you know what she wants even if she doesn’t.” Jin came from his spot leaned against the corner, he came close stalking over your figure, “take these off.” He pulled your panties roughly you could hear the weak fabric give way as he stripped you.

“Careful.” You felt self conscious as they eyed your nude private area, Jin took over where Yoongi was removed, the direct contact could make you scream in joy, “close your eyes.” Jin ordered, and who are you to say no to the pleasure. A strange warmth took over your core making your hips jump uncontrollably “mhhm please.” “Hold her down Hoseok.” Even that simple second of neglect made you upset. Your hips were restrained and Jin continued his work, “sorry.” You opened your eyes to meet Taehyung’s gaze and a smile was plastered on his features, looking down at Jin who  was kissing your privates, so strange but so amazing.

“Oh please!” You couldn’t control your moans, closing your eyes, “too good princess?” “Mm too good.” Jin removed his lips from you “you're a savage Kim.” Jungkook comments eyes glued to your core, as if he couldn’t resist the view. “Some hair shows she is healthy n’ pure , but you wouldn’t know anything about that, you like your women whorish” He comments lewdly wiping his plump lips. They stood in speculation as you pressed your thighs together desperately. “Oh please! Jin please more!” You earned a hand over your mouth. In attempts to shut your pathetic whines. “Please don’t hurt her!” Your mother beat the door with concern. “Does she sound hurt, don’t make us do something we don’t want to, now go away!” Taehyung growled, before leaving the bed, he undid his pants the respect in you made you look away. “Ever see this before?” He climbed over you, too cowardly to peak, you kept looking into his dark irises. “Your private?” He laughed in your face, “my cock?” He sat on your legs trapping you. He pulled your dress over your head, fully undressing you with ease.

Taken over my temptation, Jimin groped your clothed chest “don’t touch her.” His command was final, Taehyung had been taken by the monster of greed and lust. “Go on look y/n.” Your eyes slowly traveled down, he had himself in his clutches stroking squeezing at the tip collecting the strange ooze on the tips of his fingers. Reaching he glossed your lips with his juices, “never wear makeup, this is all you need pretty girl.” The smell was strong and musky, curious you took a taste, sweaty and sweet. “Greedy girl...you know where this belongs?” He tapped you with his erect cock.

“I don’t think so.” He nodded, reaching below himself without hesitation he penetrated you with his index. “Ouch Tae!” His eyes stretched in surprise, “that hurts? Oh what fun you’ll be.” His finger stretched you slightly as he explored, thrusting softly, curly at the knuckle. Pulling his finger back, and a thick stripe of cloudy grool connects the two of you. “Shit, would you look at that.” They came looking as you lay victim Yoongi had pulled himself from his pants stroking himself shamelessly. Hoseok unbuttoned his top, his fist buried in his pants, while Jimin palmed himself giving you a warm smile, while Jungkook sat timid away from the action and Jin’s face set stoney, seemingly uninterested. Namjoon being the false comfort he was, he stood close, his bulge in your face as he stroked your hair.

Out of breath, the best you could muster being, “I’m sorry if it’s gross.” Lustfully he used your nectar to stroke himself sensually making violent eye contact in the act.

“Stop apologizing, this is the best cunt I’ve ever seen.” Using his foreign vulgar vocabulary he moved back, using his hands to get a better view of your most personal area. “Oh honey, you’ve never had anything in this sweet pussy of yours huh?” You shook your head, “no never.” You whisper. “Let’s change that yeah? Will you be a big girl?” You nodded body full of utter curiosity, what was coming for you the last thing you could have fathomed.

“Mm, you’re the sweetest thing on Earth y/n” he gazed into you, looking your shivering body up and down as if you two were completely alone. He lowered himself distracting you with another one sided kiss, this time though you attempted to participate.

Little did you know his hidden agenda, he gripped his girthy member, massaging it along your slickening core in search of your small entrance. “Ah Ah Taehyungie!” You squealed against his lips. He’d barely pushed into you and the pain was prominent “shh shh wouldn’t want to make momma upset.” He paused and looked down at your slightly connecting bodies. “Hmm Let’s play another game.” He reached for the pillow you were pleasuring yourself on, he placed it over your face constricting your air in the process, muffling your pathetic whimpers and mewls.

In one violent action...“TEAHYUNG!” Your throat felt as if it would collapse,He forced himself into your constructing entrance ripping your walls you felt yourself struggle to become accustomed his size. His pace inhuman. You gasped for air,the pillow blocking any gasp you could get. “I can’t breathe! I can’t breathe Tae!” He kept his murderous stroke speed pulling the pillow from your face you heaved, sobbing, screaming begging for freedom. “Shut the fuck up!” It could’ve been the tears, or haze of pain, but this wasn’t your friend anymore.

Taehyung’s face as contorted in sick pleasure inconsiderate of your wellbeing he gripped your hips fucking into you aggression never seen before. “T-Tae please we’re friends don’t hurt me!” You cried out for his mercy. “Hold her fucking mouth Min.” He obliged, his hand slick from his own juices. He stood over you griping and jerking his member, keeping his eyes on yours. “Close your damn eyes, your crying is going to make me soft.” That only made you cry more, the treatment you were getting from Taehyung caused an ache you couldn’t help but sob from. “It i-it fucking hurts!” You let the filth spill from your mouth as you groaned with every thrust, your statement muffed by Yoongi’s palm.

“Close. Them. Now.” Stubbornly you kept staring, you won’t obey them, friends aren’t supposed to to hurt you, ever. “Ahh fuck.” Yoongi began to vandalize your face, removing his hand from your mouth pulling your hair to aim for your mouth. “Ah shit shit.” He continued to stroke grumbling heinous names under his breath. “My eyes please help me momma,it hurts momma!” He’d spurted right in your eye and he knew it. “I told you to close them idiotic bitch, you obey us you’ll be alright.” He took your discarded panties wiping your eye.

You didn’t listen to his angered grumblings...She didn’t respond, she left you to suffer, you were being naughty and she could hear and she left you to suffer. The pain in your eye became dull as you became numb to Taehyung’s assault. “She left you, that bitch left you in here to get fucked, and you’re going to take everything we give thanks to mommy dearest...no one is going to rescue you.” Yoongi growled I’m your ear, you turned from him. His seed still rests on your pained features.

Taehyung pushed his thumbs roughly into your abdomen making you cry out. “Your cunt is still so tight, mm fuck stop clenching like that- I’m gonna fucking- oh shit.” He sent his seed deep into you, the sensation was sickening you began to dry heave having nothing in you to throw up. “Throwing up sweetheart?” You ignored his false concern, he gripped your hair. “Think twice before you do, you’ll be cleaning it with that pretty mouth every drop.”

Your face drenched in tears, snot and slobber, and the seed of another, you lay in defeat. He pulled his member for your stinging and burning feeling settled between your legs. “Nice job, you’ve beat her bloody.” Jin grumbled coming near, your entrance oozed a mixture of his cum and blood from your lost innocents. His finger brushed against your puffy injured vulva, “please no no nooo!” You instinctively backed away from the contact.

“My turn princess.” Your eyes closed, you could tell it was Jimin planning his attack. “Please Jimin, you’re still my friend right?” You Sobbed to weakly to even look into his eyes, Jimin had to put an end to it or it wouldn’t end at all. “I treat all my girlfriends this way, hm don’t worry baby it won’t hurt-” you heard him wander closer, “just open up.” You refused, turning your head away from his voice, “Ah y/n don’t be that way.” He slightly scolded pulling you back his way by your jaw, “open your mouth y/n.” You opened your eyes, glaring at him, your right eye blurring and irritated. He rubbed his member along your pursed lips. “No?” He leaned over, his member in his over hand. “Open. The. Fuck! Up.” He slapped your pussy harshly with every word, already sore you cried out, begging for mercy.

He took the opportunity, plunging his cock down your throat, gagging you choked and cried. “Yah stupid Bitch watch your teeth!” He gripped the back of your head, another agonizing ordeal. Your throat was sore from the screaming and now your throat was being rubbed roughly by Jimin’s third leg. “I’m gonna c-cum, and you’re gonna swallow all of it and you’re gonna keep it down.”

You couldn’t protest, you got used just as before you closed your eyes and prayed for it to be over as quick as it started. Hoseok neared you like a predator, “careful she’s sore.” You opened your eyes quickly, he had his pants completely off, his member erect his shirt open his sculpted body on display. You sobbed around jimins member as he took his time fucking himself into you. “I’m not putting my prick I that mess.” He referred to your battered entrance, he placed his clock between your folds, rubbing himself their. Even the subtle pressure gave you discomfort, “hey! Watch those fucking teeth slut!” Jimin beat the back of your head, picking up his pace.

“She sounds so fucking nasty.” Namjoon pulled himself out of his trousers “choking and gagging, fucking whore I wouldn’t fuck you even if your mom offered all the money she owed.” Namjoon insulted, pulling closer, “what an asshole.” Jimin grunted in retaliation. “This is all you’ll get from me.” Namjoon leaned over you, assaulting you relieving himself on your quaking body. “You sick bastard!” They found Namjoon’s action sickly humorous. He moved to your face, you tried to stop breathing in fear of inhaling it. Warmly it dribbled over you. “I bet you fucking enjoyed it.”

Jimin pushed your damp head down on him as he exploded in your mouth, that scene being all he needed to find his high. His seed was salty and less sweet; he tasted repulsive. You gagged as he removed himself, you leaned over the bed in utter pain heaving. “AHT HEY!” Taehyung cupped your mouth, “swallow be a good girl.” He rolled you back, you tried but your body refused, you gagged against his musty palm. Jimin pinched your nose “take it, take it, take it!” Air became scarce, you gulped ingesting his warm seed, the taste blanketed your throat.

They let you breathe, Hoseok found his release on your tummy, scooping it with his agile fingers he force fed you. “Please...n-no...more.” “Shut up, your breath reeks.” Your stomach flipped, you were going to be sick soon. “Roll her over.” Jin instructed, and of course they followed you let them do as they please, not like you could stop them. “Your pussy is beautiful, but I love a nice ass.” He unbuckled his belt, letting his pants fall. Spitting vulgarly, stroking himself. “Bite the pillow.” He pulled you up by your waist. Using his thumb he rimmed you.

Getting positioned he spit on your hole. The room was quiet. “Bite it hard.” He pushed himself mercilessly barely breaking through, “tight little bitch.” Your screeching earsplitting You’d become unconscious soon the pain was excruciating, you knew you were bleeding. “Please! I’ll do anything!Please not this, no more of this!” Finally he bottomed you out, “this is what love feels like, hmph remember that.” Jin growled fucking into you barely able to keep a pace.

Your vision blurred, slurring was your only form of speaking back, covered in piss and cum, tears and snot. Drooling all over yourself like an imbecile, bleeding. They’ve used you out, good for nothing you fell into the void of unconsciousness, sweet relief.

A dull jabbing welcomed you back into the real world, no way was this some sort of  twisted dream the disgusting smell registered back into your senses. The smell was you. “Fucking hell Jungkook finish already.” You’d been sick all over the mattress in your sleep, your mouth stale and stiff.

“I’m so sorry y/n I’m so sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry!” Blinking you looked over your shoulder, tears streamed his rounded face. “Ugh so sorry.” He gagged looking at your abused figure covered in bodily grime. “P-please turn around so it can be over.” Pitying you he held his head down shamefully thrusting to unwanted orgasm. He too filled you warmly pulling out quickly, scurrying to the corner losing his breakfast. “H-hy-'' he retched again. “Let’s go please, let’s leave.” He begged holding his stomach, Jungkook is still your friend, right? You could see he didn’t want to hurt you...

They put their clothes back on lazily.

“Be a peach and tell your mother we’ll be back next month on the dot, hopefully you won’t have to cover her tab two visits in a row huh sweetheart?”

“I hate you, all of you.”

“Ah, but we love you, and we always will.”

(Not my photo)

(Please interact like•reblog•reply it helps sm!)

@minshookie

[softevidence]

Consequence

Kim Taehyung x Reader (feat. Defense Lawyer Namjoon)

Dark!AU, Mafia AU, Courtroom Drama

Warning: Implied sexual assault by the members

You were supposed to help convict Kim Taehyung, a member of a crime syndicate, but in the middle of testimony, you change your mind—or was it really Taehyung taking you under his wing?

-

Location: Seoul District Court - Courtroom 3B Time: 09:00

Walking into the courtroom you take a short glance up front and take quick steps towards the witness stand. You can feel all eyes on you. You are suddenly very aware that you know no one here. Well–you know him, but no one else, not even a family member to support you. But who should have come anyway? You only have your brother, who got involved into crime himself and your mom who had put you in this situation.

There was a lot of press outside, but you had managed to avoid them. After all, alleged witnesses without any proof aren´t greatly appreciated in the public eye. Especially in a court trial against a syndicate that holds influence up to the skyscrapers in Seoul.

“Good morning, please be seated.”

Your thoughts are interrupted by the judge and automatically you follow his instructions.

“I welcome everyone to the sixth day in the trial against Kim Taehyung concerning his charges of illegal loan sharking and assault.”

Some would say today is a good day, as the prosecution had called you to testify as a witness in the case against Kim Taehyung. But for you, being called to his trial was different than to one of the other members. If it was any other member of the gang, you could make an impartial statement about their assault, in the hope of getting some sort of witness protection. But Taehyung, the one who had taken the most interest in you on the night of the assault, would be the one to testify against.

You curse yourself for feeling too shy to even take a look around the courtroom. Your lack of situational awareness just makes this so much worse.

“Calling [Y/L/N Y/F/N] to testify.”

All eyes back on you. You can feel his eyes on you, even if you haden´t looked at him sitting at the defense table.

“Please raise your right hand.”

Your hand lifts, a little shaky.

“Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth?”

You are nervous about the proceedings, since the only things you know about court are what the assistants told you about the upcoming court date. Particularly the oath of truth you had to take as a witness.

There is a pause of silence, before you say: “I do.”

Your eyes shift down where you find your hands now clamped together. What will they ask you? What should you say?

“State your name for the record.”

“[Y/F/N Y/L/N].” Your voice is too quiet, you think.

The personal in the room moves on with their work.

“Counsel, you may proceed.”

Knowing what comes next, your eyes shift towards the defense table. They meet directly with Taehyungs eyes. You feel an uncomfortable heavy drop in your stomach.

“Thank you, your honor.” It´s one of Taehyungs defense lawyers. Mr. Namjoon Kim.

You feel like a helpless deer in the headlights, emotions and fear already boiling up. His shark-like lawyer is going to rip you apart at full speed. Even though your eyes stay a moment longer on Taehyungs strong gaze, you feel everything but confident about it. He doesn´t look angry nor bored but fixated. He knows your statement is important to his case and his expertized team of lawyers is going to make it count.

“Miss [Y/L/N], where were you at night of June 22?”

Your eyes focus on the lawyer.

“I was at my home.”

You can feel your eyes glancing over to Taehyung. He is still making eye contact.

“Who was with you at the time?”

“I was alone.”

Mr. Kim frowns looking down at his notes, then he looks up.

“Where was your mother, Mrs. [Y/M/L/N], at that time?”

You speak up, trying to make yourself clearer for everbody.

“I mean—she was at home, but I didn´t—I wasn´t in the same room and we hadn´t talk—”

“So, you weren´t alone?” The lawyer looks annoyed now. He pauses. You can feel your heartbeat in your ears.

“Ye—”

“Do I understand correctly that you were with your mother, Mrs. [Y/M/L/N]?” He talks absently like filling out a form.

“Correct.” You answer defeated.

The lawyer smiles, but it´s not for you. He already moves on. “Can you describe what happened, starting from the point you made contact with anyone?”

Even after continual visits by the mafia gang, your mom couldn’t pay her loans. She had not only lost her ability to protect you but had also used you for her own protection. It had been a well-known fact that when paying loans to their gang no longer worked, they would find their own cruel ways of making their victim settle their score. Today, you knew firsthand how cruel they could be. They took you to your room after your mom failed to pay them; there, you were beaten and assaulted.

“There was a knock at the door, and my mom opened it. I heard them talking in the living room—”

“Miss [Y/L/N], who are you referring to, when you say “them”?” His lawyer teeth sink into you.

“I meant my mom, Kim Taehyung and the five other gang members.” You are confident—

“Objection! Speculation!” The lawyer won´t let go.

The blood shoots into your ears as you hear the judge say: “Sustained.”

The lawyer smiles again, looking at you. “Miss [Y/L/N], I understand this might be hard for you, but let´s continue.” His voice is calm again.

You take a shaky breath in and nod remembering what the assistants had told you about your court appearance: Nothing you haven´t seen without your own eyes.

“Continue. Please.”

You take another glance at Taehyung, who looks annoyed now. But he isn´t looking at you, but his lawyer. Why is he annoyed at him?

You continue with your statement remembering that day—knowing something was coming. You hadn’t met them before, but you knew who they were. Of course, you knew about your mother’s debt, and that they are dangerous. How their dark SUV pulled up. How the boys stepped inside like they owned the place, charming on the surface, but the tension in the living room was thick. And when Taehyung locked eyes with you through the cracked door, it was clear that they hadn’t come for small talk.

Before you can move on to the events in your room, the lawyer cuts it short.

“We have already heard the alleged assault that you claimed happened in your report to the police. Now, let me continue with more detailed questions, is that okay?”

His patronizing tone goes by your consciousness as you look at Taehyung. Is it okay? You had thought many times about that night.

You manage a soft “Okay.”

“Did you meet my client, Mr. Taehyung Kim, among those men that night?”

“Yes, Sir, he was there.”

“And can you remember my client specifically talking to you?”

-

He had been talking to you. The first time in the living room, when he invited you in against your mothers’ protest. Using a sweet voice he complimented your dress, making you feel fond of him, unaware of the subtle threat to your mother. Politely you had said thank you.

For the following ongoings in your room he talked to you in the beginning, calming you down. From the point you realized something was wrong, he stopped his sweet voice. Taehyung talked with the others, how they had to hold you down, threatening you.

The last time he talked to you was after. You looked up from the bed teary eyes tiredly looking up at the only man left in the room. Tae. You had trusted him. Tae especially. You shouldn´t even call him that after this. He is Kim Taehyung. The one your classmates talked about in school. He was only called like this, because he was one of the younger members of the gang feared in your hometown.

Kim Taehyung, who catches a girl off the street, that won´t be seen from there. Who was charged for assaulting the boy confronting him about it. Who you had seen beating up your brother behind your house when you were younger, because he refused to run drugs for their crew.

Kim Taehyung, who stepped closer, making you close your eyes again and flinch as you feel his touch on your face. This time though, it´s soft. He begins stroking his thumb over the side of your eye, wiping over your half-dried tears. Scared that he will continue with anything worse than before, you hold still, eyes closed.

“Shhh… it´s over don´t you see?”

You open your eyes looking at him puzzled. Your whole body is shaking, you aren´t sure if you could feel your legs yet. Above all, the pain in your lower stomach had made you curl up on your now soiled sheets. You take a small breath hoping to get any counter for his words. Before you can bring out any coherent word, a sob spills from your chest resulting in an ugly sound towards Taehyung, who isn´t very phased. You don´t know what to say anyways.

But he continues

“let´s go get you some water, you need to hydrate. Does your head hurt?”

You tiredly shake your head, not sure if you want him to just go away or show some more of the little compassion he shares.

Taehyung takes the decision from you, his hands find your sides, lifting you in a sitting position. After making sure you can sit on your own, he leaves to bring you a glass of water. Making you drink it he drowns out any more sobs building on your throat.

Half an hour later, Taehyung is still at your place. The other boys had left after “receiving their payment”, but after calming you down, he told you to get up and searched for your mom.

The two of you find her cowered in the bathroom.

“Mom?” you ask carefully.

“Feeling guilty? Is that why you hide from your daughters crying sounds?” Taehyung asks mockingly.

Leaning at the door.

“Funny thing,” he said, not looking at you, but your mother. “You could have just given us the money.”

A short pause, you look up at him. Your mother didn´t have any more money.

“Instead of hiding the cash, you should have hidden your lovely daughter – if you ask me.”

With that, Taehyung takes your hand and brings you to the kitchen, sitting you down and bent down to your height with an almost reassuring smile.

“I´ll make sure we come for the money, not you, next time then.”

Before he left, he searched through your depressingly empty refrigerator and made you a portion of soup with some leftover ramen and vegetables.

“See you next time, have a good evening.”

Then he left.

You were sat left alone and overwhelmed in your place. Taehyung was gentle and cared for you. You cannot remember the last time someone cooked dinner for you! Was he genuinely concerned about your wellbeing? Sure, he was part of the gang, but he stayed behind to make sure you are okay.

Or did he just do this to not feel guilty? You heard them talk some confidence into Jungkook, the youngest of their group, before he came at you, surely, they would have done the same to Taehyung.

He must not want all this. He is dependent on them like you are on your mom. Not having anyone else in the world, so he stays with them. Taehyung is just as helpless as you.

With that thought you tasted the food, which finally managed to calm down your cramped stomach from all the stress and woke a new feeling about him.

-

You answer Mr. Kim truthfully.

“He talked to me—to calm me down a little.” You give Taehyung an almost thankful look.

“Why did he calm you down?”

“I was scared of the other members.” You say with a shaky voice.

“How can you be sure it was my client that talked to you?” Mr. Kim suddenly changes direction.

You look at Taehyung. You don´t know what to say. But your asking eyes find an answer in his reassuring ones. You realize you don´t want him to be convicted. You don´t want to be alone anymore. Maybe if you help him, he will realize, that he needs you like you need him? You don´t want him to get punished for the crimes of his gang.

“I—heard about their gang before, so I assumed it must be him.” Your words stumble out. After the mishaps from before you decide to continue this way.

The lawyer chuckles “Miss [Y/L/N], do I understand correctly, that you cannot provide any physical proof, that it was Mr. Taehyung Kim?”

His lawyer won´t let you get away now.

“No, Sir.” Another quiet helpless statement.

The prosecution at the other table now looks at you just as helpless. But you don´t notice them, your eyes are back meeting Taehyungs across the room. He has his elbows propped on the table, fingers pressed together, smiling fondly.

The prosecution interrupts further questioning by Mr. Kim.

“Your honor, I believe it´s for the best if we stop this testimony for today, the witness needs another evaluation by the court. Miss [Y/L/N] is giving misleading answers, which makes her statement inadmissible evidence for the court.”

Your eyes nervously shift from the prosecution to Taehyungs´ lawyer, who looks like he would love to go on for a while longer, and then towards Taehyung. Just his calm eye contact makes your stomach feel better now, like the night you met.

“Very well, Miss [Y/L/N], you may leave the stand. Now to the next witness…..”

You are guided out of the courtroom passing Taehyungs table. His team is conversing, waiting for the next witness. His posture is more relaxed than when he focused on your testimony. Now he follows you with his eyes and pulls your attention with a wink. He is proud of you! You did well.

-

Location: Bangtan HQ Samsung-dong, Seoul Time: 23:41

Taehyung strolls in after his legal team gave a few interviews in front of the court building regarding his acquittal. He is smiling smugly.

“You are back!”  Jungkook welcomes them back.

Namjoon walking in too.

“That girl really got you out of trouble this time, we should give her some attention as a thank you.”

“Haha, guys I think if you come by her place again, she will get so scared, she might piss her pants.” Taehyung chuckles.

“If you do, it might go a whole other way.” Jungkook chuckles.

“Yeah, seems like she has got a little crush on you.” Hoseok gives him a hug.

“Well, Taehyungie, you like the gullible type, right?” Jungkook asks his hyung.

“I´ll see about that, I´m certainly not letting her get out of my line of sight.”

Seems like Taehyungs night was just getting started.

This story is inspired by minshookies´ "High Ransom", it´s so much darker, but I liked it really much! (Taehyung is so mean)

https://www.tumblr.com/minshookie/649707800788942848/high-ransom

Feel free to share your thoughts or requests❤️❤️❤️