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cold comfort

╰┈➤ synopsis — Your captor is cold, cruel, and everything else you hate. So why do you feel so sad seeing him cry?

╰┈➤ pairing — yandere!suga x reader

╰┈➤ word count — 1.3k

╰┈➤ content warning — yandere behavior, crying, angst

ੈ✩‧₊˚ note ; yoooongiiii!! oh lorddd i miss him so bad i can't wait till the 21st :((

There’s a light at the end of the hall. The morning sun ascends in the sky, bringing light to everything it touches. It sneaks in through the windows and walks through the house; waking up everyone with its presence. It’s what caused you to fall from your slumber. That, and the empty space in your bed.

It’s so unusual for Yoongi to let the sheets grow cold. Always one to sleep through the day and linger in the heat.

Eyes shut tight and soft breath hitting the back of your neck. His hand always rests upon your hip, fingertips touching your skin. He keeps a distance, not one for affection, but his hand holds on to you. Making sure you won’t leave once the day loses its light and he’s drowsy with sleep. His touch is barely there, but it feels like the weight of the world against your skin.

Waking up alone was a pleasant surprise, one that you savoured. Finally being able to sink into isolation and away from the man who is your shadow. Never once being left alone without his watchful eyes or looming presence. But despite the joy of being left alone for once, Yoongi’s absence sends a wave of unease rolling in your stomach. It’s a sick sense of disquiet that fills your head with questions and concerns. You can’t ignore the feeling no matter how hard you try. It’s the sensation of a stone in your shoe or a pea placed under the mattress. Rolling around in the soft sheets and under the blanket of sunshine, you still can’t quite get comfortable.

You sit up slowly, leaning back on your elbows. You can see the door from where you lie, cracked open just a bit and letting you peer into the hallway. Curiosity drags you in and you rise without a second thought. Your feet kiss the cold floorboards, walking through the quiet house without a sound. You pass through the hallway, led by slivers of sunlight until you reach the very end. You’re standing on the first step of the staircase and looking down into the shadowed room… there he is. 

He’s sitting halfway down the steps, spine curled inward like he’s trying to fold into himself, arms braced on his knees. Head bowed, a black curtain of hair hides his face. You can’t see his eyes, can’t read the emotions on his face, but you can hear it– The hitched breath. The quiet tremble of someone trying to cry without making a noise.

Yoongi doesn’t seem to have heard you. Your footsteps soft on the floorboards, careful to avoid the ones that creak. Your breath barely a whisper and all the words have washed away. You could walk away right now. Turn back around and he’d have never known that you saw something you weren’t supposed to. 

It’s tempting to leave like you were never there. To go back to bed and sleep in alongside the summer heat. To bask in an empty bed with blankets for two. There’s even a small voice in your head that says it’d be nice to savour his sadness. To watch him cry and laugh at his tears, because for once– he’s the one who’s hurting. 

But what should be sweet revenge tastes sour on your tongue. You spit the words out before they take shape and it stills into silence. All that’s heard is soft sobbing and the creak of the floorboards as you step forward. 

Yoongi now knows that he isn’t alone anymore. There’s a hitch in his breath and he holds back his tears. He sits still, rigid and teetering on the edge of what you’ll do next.

You don’t disrupt the silence, you don’t say anything– just lower yourself down onto the stair beside him, your shoulder barely brushing his sleeve. You’re not touching, you’re not even talking, just sitting in the sadness alongside him. 

Yoongi’s breathing stutters. Then he shifts slightly, just enough to catch a glimpse of you. His eyes peek out behind his black hair, but you still see what was hiding once before– His eyes rimmed red. Cheeks damp. Tear tracks shining like silver rivers down his skin.

Yoongi turns away once your eyes meet, embarrassed as red runs to his cheeks. 

“Don’t say anything,” he mutters, voice thick and too low. He can’t look at you. “Don’t… make a thing out of this.”

He rubs at his face with the sleeve of his sweatshirt, dragging it over his eyes like he could erase the proof of his pain. He shifts more to the side, his back turnt to you and eyes gazing at the ground, as if hiding would undo the way you’re seeing him now—somber and stripped down to the bone. Emotions exposed in a way that leaves him feeling raw. 

You swallow, then speak softly. “I wasn’t going to.” There’s a pause. The air feels fragile and you’re almost afraid to break it again… but you do anyway. You say the words without thinking. Not even trying to hurt him, but just telling the truth. “Not like I have anyone to tell anyway.”

That gets him, just slightly. You feel the way his breath catches, the way something unspoken drops between you both. 

You two don’t talk about what happened. The words you really want to say are drowned out in between the distance. Cold shoulders and shy eyes makeup the silence. And after months of keeping your mouth shut, the weight of your words hangs heavy on his heart. 

“Then don’t keep it all to yourself. Tell me.” Then, almost desperate and barely above a whisper he adds, “Just talk to me.”

“What do you want me to say?” You ask. “I don’t think I could talk without saying something that’ll hurt to hear.” The words ‘I hate you’ threaten to trail down your lips. Words that wound– cutting deep into his cold heart. But you swallow them back before they have a chance to do any damage.

Yoongi shifts closer, voice soft but steady, breaking apart at the edges. “Then say it. Say whatever you want– just, don’t shut me out.” ​​He gives a small smile, sad but sincere. “I’d rather hear something that’ll hurt than nothing at all.”

The silence has swallowed you up again and you avert your eyes down to the ground. Yoongi’s words took you off guard, they unsettled the stillness between you. 

Yoongi looks away too. His tears still haven’t stopped. They just fall slower and softer now– quiet, like everything else about him.

It makes your chest ache to see him like this. And it makes you wonder how someone so cold, so cruel, could cry like a child.

You wait amid the silence, watching the tremble in his shoulders, the way his breath stutters through the silence. Then, oh so slowly, you reach out your hand. It settles on his shoulder, fingers curling into the soft fabric of his sweatshirt. And then you lean in, careful and quiet, until your forehead rests against the space between his shoulder blades.

Yoongi doesn’t move, he doesn’t speak, but you can feel his heartbeat through his back—quick and unsteady. His chest rises and falls, uneven beneath your touch. You stay there, breathing in sync. 

Then he shifts. Yoongi’s hands reach behind him, slow and searching until they find you. Arms curl around your waist, pulling you in with a kind of urgency that borders on desperation. He turns just enough to bury his face in the curve of your neck, breath warm against your skin. His grip trembles. His tears are hot as they fall and still they never stop. But this time, they fall on you.

Wrapped in his cold comfort, you hug him back. No words are spoken, not even an attempt at forgiveness. Because while you may never be able to truly forgive him, at least you can try to understand him.

© cybsoo2 2025, all rights reserved

[cybsoo2]

God how I like your cold comfort work and others too 😭 do you plan to write the second part or is it a one part?

aww🥰www🙈www thank you so much!! i'm glad you liked it but, no 😔 unfortunatly i think it'll remain as a one-shot. i don't have any plans or ideas as to what a part two would be.

[cybsoo2]

6/7 TANNIES COLLECTED!!

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4/7 ARE UNLEASHED!!

the saxophone solo 💀

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the saxophone solo 💀

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gahhh1!! what the heck!! 🙈 thats so funny and so sweet! i'm happy you enjoyed it. i also read all your other comments on my fics and omg thank you!! it really made my day waking up to them this morning! i'm smiling like a lil idiot now 🤭

parasite

╰┈➤ synopsis — Jungkook swears the two of you are in love. Two hearts harbouring the same feeling for one another, but a blue screen always keeping you apart. However, an impromptu live steam reveals some interesting information that could finally destroy the distance.

╰┈➤ pairing — yandere!jungkook x camgirl!reader

╰┈➤ word count — 2.5k

╰┈➤ content warning — mature themes, obsessive behavior, masturbation (m&f), semi-public masturbation, voyeurism (by eavesdropping), sexting, porn, he's delusional

“I can’t sleep.” Your voice is soft and sleep-laced. “No matter how hard I try, I can’t stop thinking about it.” Your voice is barely above a whisper. Speaking to him like you’re confessing a secret. “I thought I could make it until Friday–”

Friday.  Jungkook’s favourite day. The one day of the week he can see you through the screen. He hates how much distance there is between you. His hands twitching to reach through the screen, body begging to pull you close. You always say how lonely the winters get, how cold it is in your room.

He could keep you warm.

And while his head knows that you’re just two strangers through a screen, his heart begs to differ. Because every time you come online, sit down in your chair and stare into the camera, you look into the lens like you can see him.

You’re looking at him like that right now. Looking into his eyes like you need him.

Jungkook knows just what you like. He knows how to heat you up– airy moans sounding through his headphones. And he knows how to cool you down– praising your performance and telling you how pretty you looked. But even though he knows you better than you know yourself, you bring out a part of Jungkook he didn’t know he had.

You destroy him. Tearing him to pieces and putting them back together again. Stretching him so thin he thinks he’ll snap, only to be let back like an elastic band.

He craves you like he can’t understand. Foaming at the mouth like a rabid dog, aching to sink his teeth into your skin. You’re all he thinks about, every day of the week until Friday– when he finally gets to speak his mind. It’s a short second of pleasure in a sea of pain, but you make it worth the while.

That’s why this stream is such a blessing. You answered his call and came to him when he needed it most. And it seems like you needed him too.

“I can’t stop thinking about–” You pause to bite your lip, a look of pain etched upon your face. “How much it hurts.”

It does look like it hurts. Your teary eyes are red-rimmed, as if you kept rubbing at them– trying to rid yourself of these intrusive thoughts. Your lips stand out to him too, bitten and bleeding just a bit. You’re quick to lick it away, almost like you could sense his staring.

Jungkook is in pain too. That string in his stomach is tightening by the second. It begins to burn and it hurts with the way he’s straining through his pants. His blue pajamas are growing a bit of a dark spot near the front. They’re too tight, so why even bother keeping them on?

“You won’t be mad at me right?” You’ve begun to rock yourself back and forth. The pillow in between your legs brings just a bit of relief. “I tried so hard to last till Friday– I really did. But then again, this could be like a little treat to the both of us.”

Your eyes remain fixed on the flood of new messages. Hands fisting the sheets tightly, you’re whole body tense because you refuse to go any further unless your viewers tell you to. All the responses scream at you, begging for you to continue, but you stay still.

Jungkook can’t take it any longer. His pants discarded on the floor, shirt somewhere he forgot. He palms himself through his boxers, hips jutting up to meet his hand. Arousal shoots through his skin and he’s staining himself a dark blue. If he can touch himself so carelessly, then don’t you deserve to as well?

kookiejar: keep going kookiejar: i know we both need it

Jungkook can see you reach your hand down slowly. Pushing past the waistband of your underwear and reaching that aching part of you.

From where you lie on your side, Jungkook can see everything. Your shirt is riding up, risen up along your stomach to reveal your bare skin. The cotton clings to you, you’ve already broken a sweat from the raging heat in your core.

The black panties you wear grow darker as you keep drowning in desire. They’ve gotten messy, lacy patterns sticking to your skin. The fabric creates too much distance, so you slowly slide them off. Now nothing separates you from the sin you’re so caught up in. A sheer wetness coating your thighs. You keep rubbing them together to get more friction, trapping your fingers in between your legs.

Your movements are lazy as you chase your lust. Tired and still sleepy, there’s no reason to rush into it. You slowly circle your clit, building up a tension that has you clenching around nothing. That aching need only rises as you slip your fingers down further. Pushing two fingers into your puffy, pink hole. You let out a groan at the sensation and Jungkook thinks he’ll go insane.

He’s a total mess. Warm and wet, he’s completely soaked through his shorts. The fabric begins to inch at his sensitive skin and his face contorts at the feeling. He peels them off, thighs trembling as they stick together.

His cock stands tall. Angry and red as pearly drops of pre-cum roll down the slide. He’s barely touched himself, only lazy strokes after desperately palming himself through his pants, but he can already feel himself tipping over the edge if he doesn’t slow down.

His insides are tied tight, abs tensing and hands shaking. His whole body feels as if it’s on fire. He grips onto the corner of his computer to hold himself still. Thumbs brushing against your hair through the screen. His eyes lock onto you, focused on watching you ride out your pleasure before he even thinks about his own.

You’re covering up all the pretty little sounds you make. Biting down on your fist as you try to fight off every moan that makes its way up your throat. All Jungkook can hear is the rusting sheets and your heavy breathing– hitching as you hit that sweet spot.

You’ve never been very vocal when you’re like this. None of those obnoxiously loud moans or phony cries of climax. You’re not like those porn stars of the week, fake and nothing but fictional. You’re real. That’s why Jungkook was so drawn to you. Your sweet sighs as your head arched back. The way you’d talk to the chat, always so worried if they were enjoying themselves or not, saying you wouldn’t finish unless they did first. And how you’d always end up breathless whenever you finally came undone. Jungkook knows how you act when you’re deep in desire, but this isn’t it.

kookiejar: what are you hiding from?

You scan over the chat as you lazily fuck yourself. Jungkook can see the reflection of his message in your iris. The bright blue words burnt into your retinas, they stay there for a second before you try to blink them away.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” You say between heavy breathes. Still blissed out and struggling to think. “I couldn’t wait, and if we’re too loud, people could hear.” Your voice is a bit muffled, face hiding in your pillow in embarrassment.

kookiejar: all that matters is you and me kookiejar: don’t worry about anyone else

His blue words burn into the screen. They’re all you can see. 

Were you really so bad at concealing your emotions? Hiding your hesitation in between dirty  words and a dark room. You tried to cater to your fans while still enjoying the ecstasy, all without ever truly letting go. Yet, you can never outrun the eyes of anonymous. He sees right through your lies. He looks into your heart and knows what you really want. 

Perhaps letting go wouldn’t be so bad? To let yourself indulge in the dark night. To be truly tangled up in this heat. To have your fingers pushed up inside. Knuckle-deep and stroking at the softest parts of you. Reaching deeper and rubbing against that sweet spot– the one that has you arching your back and letting out a sweet sigh. 

Screw the neighbours and what they’ll say the next morning, you’ll deal with the consequences when they come. And even if you did have a bit of doubt in your mind, a notification from the chat eases all your worries.

user ‘kookiejar’ sent you $250

kookiejar: let yourself go

And you do just that. Sounds of pure pleasure play through Jungkook’s headphones: airy moans and heavy breathing– that creaky bed frame that you can’t afford to fix. You’re wrapped up in the bedsheets, baby blue colour that keeps getting darker. Blue turnt to black with how much you’re working yourself up. Wetness dripping down your thighs and onto the sheets. You turn over slightly onto your stomach. Grinding down onto the mattress while your hand grabs a fistful of the sheets. Searching for something to hold on to as open mouthed moans muffle themselves into your pillow. 

Tonight is intimate. You could’ve chosen to be selfish– gotten off as the sun fell from the sky. Giving into your cravings and chasing the heat. A few minutes spent pulling at your clit, teasing yourself a little before and pumping them inside. You could’ve come undone in quiet, hiding it like a secret in the dark. But instead, you chose to come online.

You’re sharing all the secrets about yourself. Giving your viewers a voyeuristic look at the little details that make up your life. Small details that you should’ve been more careful to conceal. Because as you let your mind relax and your emotions take over, your muted moans make their way through the single white wall that separates you. 

Jungkook can barely make out the noises coming from the room right next to him. It’s all so muffled he has to stain himself to hear. His headphones lay abandoned on his bed. Computer tossed to the side and for the very first time, his eyes aren’t on you. Instead he stares at the white wall in front of him. Eyebrows furrowed as he tries to focus on what he can’t hear. Jungkook pushes himself closer to the wall, ear pressed up against it. No air leaves his lips, he’s completely quiet. All his attention on your hushed moans that sound through the wall. 

He can hear you. 

He can actually hear you– and not through a stupid screen or on replay in his memories, but right next door. It’s almost as if you’re right next to him, and Jungkook can’t help himself from imagining it. 

You two sitting on the same bed, not even an inch of distance between your bodies. You’re breaking a sweat, the moisture gathers at your hairline and drips down to your flushed cheeks. They’ve turnt red with how hot you’ve grown. 

With your warm body in reach, Jungkook can barely hold himself back. His once forgotten arousal has only been intensified. Back is the ache in his bones and he lets out a groan at the feeling. Jungkook lets out a small whine, sensitive to the cold air against his burning body. He left the lonely sheets in search of your voice and now he sits slumped against the wall. He wraps one hand around his cock, his needs have been neglected and he doesn’t know if he can ignore them any longer. 

He starts out slow, lazy strokes going down his dick, but it isn’t very long before he picks up the pace. His other hand tries to grip onto the wall. Jungkook’s mind is a mess and he needs something to steady himself with. Not only that, but with his palm pressed flat against the wall, it’s almost as if he could reach right through and take you in his arms. Just a single touch from you would be enough to push him over the edge. He’s close– and from what he can hear, you are too. 

Almost at your breaking point, you’re so desperate to cum it’s hard to hold back– but you do. Pulling your fingers away from your aching cunt, letting out a breathy whine as you do so. Biting down on your sticky fingers, you try to ignore the throbbing of your core. Your body begs for more, but you turnt to look into the lens instead. 

“Fuck– I’m so close.” You say through a muffled moan. “You are too, aren’t you?” You look at the camera in anticipation, waiting for a response with baited breath. 

Jungkook doesn’t even have to grab his headphones to hear your question, he can hear it right through the wall. A part of him jumps to answer you, the words threatening to tumble past his lips. But he clamps his hand down on his mouth and swallows back the sentence. He wouldn’t want to scare you after all. Instead, Jungkook is quick to snatch up the laptop laying open on his bed and type out a reply.

kookiejar: yes, please– i’m so close kookiejar: you make me insane when you make those pretty sounds

“You want me to keep going?” You ask the chat. Head rolling back as you reach back down. Slender fingers encircle your clit, rubbing at the sensitive spot. The feeling is so good it has you slipping out a soft moan. “Like when I make these sounds?” Your eyes flutter over to the chat once again. You ask the question almost teasingly. And even if you can’t see him, Jungkook can’t stop himself from frantically nodding his head yes. 

He types with trembling fingers. No doubt making a mess of his computer. Sticky hands traveling over the keys, begging you to keep doing what you’re doing His hand travels up to the tip of his cock. So slick it’s easy to start thumbing over his slit. The new sensation and noises of you doing the same has his eyes rolling back. His head lolls to the side, temple resting against the cold wall. Frantic eyes flicker to your form, still teasing at your clit as pretty sighs tumble past your pink lips. 

Jungkook’s almost there. A burning heat builds up in his stomach. It spreads through his body and reaches his crotch. He’s a second away from cumming and he wants you to do the same.

kookiejar: don’t stop

Eyes drifting amongst the dark, they find the light and focus on a single sentence. Don’t stop. 

“Okay–” You manage to say through a sigh. And with your face buried into the pillow and fingers rubbing against your bud, the string inside you finally snaps. As you reach your peak, you mumble out the remainder of your sentence. “Kookie…”

With his name on your lips and his hands thumbing at the tip, Jungkook can’t hold back any longer. He cums all over himself. A stickiness that covers his hand and the wall in between you. And instead of the screen that used to separate you, it’s the room that entraps you. A room with white walls and iron bars. One that he just has to figure out how to sneak into.

© cybsoo2 2025, all rights reserved

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cold comfort

╰┈➤ synopsis — Your captor is cold, cruel, and everything else you hate. So why do you feel so sad seeing him cry?

╰┈➤ pairing — yandere!suga x reader

╰┈➤ word count — 1.3k

╰┈➤ content warning — yandere behavior, crying, angst

ੈ✩‧₊˚ note ; yoooongiiii!! oh lorddd i miss him so bad i can't wait till the 21st :((

There’s a light at the end of the hall. The morning sun ascends in the sky, bringing light to everything it touches. It sneaks in through the windows and walks through the house; waking up everyone with its presence. It’s what caused you to fall from your slumber. That, and the empty space in your bed.

It’s so unusual for Yoongi to let the sheets grow cold. Always one to sleep through the day and linger in the heat.

Eyes shut tight and soft breath hitting the back of your neck. His hand always rests upon your hip, fingertips touching your skin. He keeps a distance, not one for affection, but his hand holds on to you. Making sure you won’t leave once the day loses its light and he’s drowsy with sleep. His touch is barely there, but it feels like the weight of the world against your skin.

Waking up alone was a pleasant surprise, one that you savoured. Finally being able to sink into isolation and away from the man who is your shadow. Never once being left alone without his watchful eyes or looming presence. But despite the joy of being left alone for once, Yoongi’s absence sends a wave of unease rolling in your stomach. It’s a sick sense of disquiet that fills your head with questions and concerns. You can’t ignore the feeling no matter how hard you try. It’s the sensation of a stone in your shoe or a pea placed under the mattress. Rolling around in the soft sheets and under the blanket of sunshine, you still can’t quite get comfortable.

You sit up slowly, leaning back on your elbows. You can see the door from where you lie, cracked open just a bit and letting you peer into the hallway. Curiosity drags you in and you rise without a second thought. Your feet kiss the cold floorboards, walking through the quiet house without a sound. You pass through the hallway, led by slivers of sunlight until you reach the very end. You’re standing on the first step of the staircase and looking down into the shadowed room… there he is. 

He’s sitting halfway down the steps, spine curled inward like he’s trying to fold into himself, arms braced on his knees. Head bowed, a black curtain of hair hides his face. You can’t see his eyes, can’t read the emotions on his face, but you can hear it– The hitched breath. The quiet tremble of someone trying to cry without making a noise.

Yoongi doesn’t seem to have heard you. Your footsteps soft on the floorboards, careful to avoid the ones that creak. Your breath barely a whisper and all the words have washed away. You could walk away right now. Turn back around and he’d have never known that you saw something you weren’t supposed to. 

It’s tempting to leave like you were never there. To go back to bed and sleep in alongside the summer heat. To bask in an empty bed with blankets for two. There’s even a small voice in your head that says it’d be nice to savour his sadness. To watch him cry and laugh at his tears, because for once– he’s the one who’s hurting. 

But what should be sweet revenge tastes sour on your tongue. You spit the words out before they take shape and it stills into silence. All that’s heard is soft sobbing and the creak of the floorboards as you step forward. 

Yoongi now knows that he isn’t alone anymore. There’s a hitch in his breath and he holds back his tears. He sits still, rigid and teetering on the edge of what you’ll do next.

You don’t disrupt the silence, you don’t say anything– just lower yourself down onto the stair beside him, your shoulder barely brushing his sleeve. You’re not touching, you’re not even talking, just sitting in the sadness alongside him. 

Yoongi’s breathing stutters. Then he shifts slightly, just enough to catch a glimpse of you. His eyes peek out behind his black hair, but you still see what was hiding once before– His eyes rimmed red. Cheeks damp. Tear tracks shining like silver rivers down his skin.

Yoongi turns away once your eyes meet, embarrassed as red runs to his cheeks. 

“Don’t say anything,” he mutters, voice thick and too low. He can’t look at you. “Don’t… make a thing out of this.”

He rubs at his face with the sleeve of his sweatshirt, dragging it over his eyes like he could erase the proof of his pain. He shifts more to the side, his back turnt to you and eyes gazing at the ground, as if hiding would undo the way you’re seeing him now—somber and stripped down to the bone. Emotions exposed in a way that leaves him feeling raw. 

You swallow, then speak softly. “I wasn’t going to.” There’s a pause. The air feels fragile and you’re almost afraid to break it again… but you do anyway. You say the words without thinking. Not even trying to hurt him, but just telling the truth. “Not like I have anyone to tell anyway.”

That gets him, just slightly. You feel the way his breath catches, the way something unspoken drops between you both. 

You two don’t talk about what happened. The words you really want to say are drowned out in between the distance. Cold shoulders and shy eyes makeup the silence. And after months of keeping your mouth shut, the weight of your words hangs heavy on his heart. 

“Then don’t keep it all to yourself. Tell me.” Then, almost desperate and barely above a whisper he adds, “Just talk to me.”

“What do you want me to say?” You ask. “I don’t think I could talk without saying something that’ll hurt to hear.” The words ‘I hate you’ threaten to trail down your lips. Words that wound– cutting deep into his cold heart. But you swallow them back before they have a chance to do any damage.

Yoongi shifts closer, voice soft but steady, breaking apart at the edges. “Then say it. Say whatever you want– just, don’t shut me out.” ​​He gives a small smile, sad but sincere. “I’d rather hear something that’ll hurt than nothing at all.”

The silence has swallowed you up again and you avert your eyes down to the ground. Yoongi’s words took you off guard, they unsettled the stillness between you. 

Yoongi looks away too. His tears still haven’t stopped. They just fall slower and softer now– quiet, like everything else about him.

It makes your chest ache to see him like this. And it makes you wonder how someone so cold, so cruel, could cry like a child.

You wait amid the silence, watching the tremble in his shoulders, the way his breath stutters through the silence. Then, oh so slowly, you reach out your hand. It settles on his shoulder, fingers curling into the soft fabric of his sweatshirt. And then you lean in, careful and quiet, until your forehead rests against the space between his shoulder blades.

Yoongi doesn’t move, he doesn’t speak, but you can feel his heartbeat through his back—quick and unsteady. His chest rises and falls, uneven beneath your touch. You stay there, breathing in sync. 

Then he shifts. Yoongi’s hands reach behind him, slow and searching until they find you. Arms curl around your waist, pulling you in with a kind of urgency that borders on desperation. He turns just enough to bury his face in the curve of your neck, breath warm against your skin. His grip trembles. His tears are hot as they fall and still they never stop. But this time, they fall on you.

Wrapped in his cold comfort, you hug him back. No words are spoken, not even an attempt at forgiveness. Because while you may never be able to truly forgive him, at least you can try to understand him.

© cybsoo2 2025, all rights reserved

[cybsoo2]

i see stray kids tomorrow... *gulp*

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i do NAWT like kissing. what the fuck even is that???

[cybsoo2]

the obsessive bts fans - soooo good! especially junkook's, my god.

i'd love to read a small drabble about how it goes more in detail, specially the drama in the fansign and him having to be dragged away from her

oh my god i lowkey really miss writing for obsessive fan bts :( now i think i have to re-read the fics cuz i've been missing them too much. hmmm if i get any inspo or ideas i'd definitely be down to write for them again tho.

[cybsoo2]

your yandere content is great, loved it!

ahhhgg omg! thank you so much! that means a lot!

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omg! thank you so much!! i'm glad you liked it :D (even if the ending was a bit sad)

a bleeding bruise (pt.2)

╰┈➤ synopsis — The aftermath of the 'accident' stirs up suffering in all of you. How will you handle the pain? How do these three survive with the shame? And what will be the outcome of your relationship?

╰┈➤ pairing — yandere!vminkook x reader

╰┈➤ word count — 3.2k

╰┈➤ content warning — yandere behavior, injury, past abuse, vomiting, they're such little liars, needles, angst

ੈ♡₊˚｡ back to ⇢ pt.1

The rush to the hospital is a blur of blood. Stained hands, soaked in sin, carry you out to the car. Clarlet carnage covers everything it touches; their skin, the midnight air, it even seeps into the seats. 

Jimin and Jungkook are frantic to force themselves into the backseat. They sit side by side with you laying limply over their laps. Your head is held in Jimin’s hands. He cradles you with care and caresses your soft skin. You’re turnt to face the front of the car in case you spit up any more scarlet. The cold air creeps into your lungs. It’s a comforting contrast compared to the fiery heat that incinerates your insides. 

Taehyung speeds down the streets, missing multiple turnoffs in his mindless panic. Every bump he hits along the road results in cruel curses and scolding from the boys in the backseat.

The night sky looks like an inked artwork. Blue stars bleeding out into the black; their loss of light mirroring your own. It rushes by in a restless haze. Blots of blood stain your vision. The starry sky keeps you company as you sink further into a fatal sleep. 

The first time you wake, you’re blinded by everything at once. The white-hot overhead lights burn your retinas. Their image lingering even as you screw your eyes shut. You blink back the burn and let your eyes scan over the unfamiliar room. White walls stare straight through you. An alcoholic taste burns at the back of your throat. A sterile smell makes you sick. All these unknown sensations swarm you at once. 

The heart monitor picks up the pace, sending sirens off in the two men’s minds. Jimin tightens his grip on the hand he was already holding. He squeezes three times and watches while you panic, feeling frozen from your unexpected awakening. Your eyes roll rampant in their sockets; overwhelmed with information and foreign feelings. Taehyung takes over, forcing your attention on him instead. He pushes back the sweaty strands of hair that stick to your forehead. Then he grabs your jaw in a gentle grasp, whispering words to calm the chaos.

“Shhh, sweetheart, go back to sleep.” He cradles your cheek in his hand, creating a makeshift pillow for you to lean into. “The doctor said you shouldn’t be awake so soon. Go back to sleep, we’ll still be right by your side when you wake up.”

Jimin pulls up the blankets to sit at your shoulders. He lays on the edge of the blue bed; head having sunken into the side of your pillow. His hair is sprawled out everywhere, tickling your neck when he attempts to crawl closer. He puts his hand over your face, slowly passing over you to shut your eyes.

You’re dragged back off to dreamland by their sweet songs. They sing lovesick lullabies that send you off to sleep in seconds. The last thing you spot is Jungkook walking into the room. His face is sunken with a certain type of sadness. A doctor lingers out in the hall, clipboard and consoling frown falling off his face. 

The second time you wake is much more tranquil than the first. This time, the lights are dimmed to drench the room in darkness. The steady beat of your heart monitor gives you something to focus on. The air lingers with the lasting scent of Taehyung’s cologne. You lift your head up from the pillow, trying to pull yourself up to look around. Two sets of hands push you back down.

“Hey, hey, hey, don’t rush. You’ll end up straining yourself.” Jungkook stares at you while he speaks. A pitiful smile pulls at his lips. Trying to act as if the isolating room isn’t alive with pain and panic. “How you feeling?”

“Are you hurting at all? Do you need a doctor? Never mind, I’ll get one anyways.” Jimin’s words are tangled with terror. He tries not to show it on his face, but his words are weak and erratic. Before he can get up to go grab a doctor, you tighten your hold on his hand, keeping him sat in his seat.

“No, I’m okay. Just a bit sore.” The words claw themselves up your throat in a croaking tone. You swallow against the dryness and wince with discomfort. 

With the help of Jungkook, you sit up to take in more of your surroundings. All three of them sit in front of you. Jimin sitting at your side, Jungkook standing with your hands still interlocked, and Taehyung laying down at the foot of the bed. All of them watch with worry, waiting for what you’ll say next.

“What happened?” It’s a simple start, and you can already assume the answer, but the suffocating silence pushes you to speak.

Taehyung tries to speak his thoughts, but he ends up sputtering like a fish out of water. Jimin takes a look at Tae and tries not to tear up. Sick memories massacre his mind. His nose twitches as stray tears swim in his eyes. He attempts to hide his emotion, turning away from your questioning eyes.

Jungkook jumps in when it’s obvious the silence has been strung out for too long. “You just got out of surgery and the doctors said it was internal bleeding.” He skirts around the obvious accident that caused it. “They also said you’ll be in here for a couple days at the least. Just so they can keep an eye on you and make sure you don’t tear open your stitches.”  His line of vision lingers on your stomach. 

You follow his lead and look down. Although, you can’t see the damage stuffed under your scratchy hospital gown, you can still feel the strike of pain. White bandages that wrap around you like rope and silver stitches pulling at your sickly skin. Thoughts of the damage hiding in the dark bring a grimace onto your face. Your injuries are all stashed away on the inside. Your only though is that you feel worse than you look.

“Was it that bad?” You turn your eyes up to stare at Jungkook.

He hesitates for a solid second. Your words have whispers of a deeper, more dreadful meaning. His head twists your words into a torturous truth. Because you aren’t really asking about the accident. You may have asked him ‘Was it that bad?’, but all he can hear is ‘Are you that bad?’ He hurt you so horribly that it almost invoked the dawn of death. This torturous truth is too much for him to handle, too much for any of them, including you… so he lies.

“It’s nothing to worry about. We’ll take care of you, like we always do.” Jungkook speaks his sweet lies with a sorrowful smile. Everyone else mimics the same miserable grin. You listen to his white lies, but this time you’ll try to trust them. 

You eat a somber dinner of things that are barely solid. A simple soup, soggy bun, and jello that’s supposed to serve as a delicious dessert. You poke at it with your fork, watching as the red blob bounces around. Taehyung nudges your shoulder, silently telling you to stop. You can feel his watchful stare straight through your skull, actually, you can feel all their eyes at once. Their anxious eyes only settle when you start picking away at your plate. The food tastes like poison as it passes through your throat. Your appetite has slipped away from you ever since the surgery. But, with the boys acting all antsy and irritated at everything that hurts your health, you force down the food in order to ease their anxiety. 

Each man nurses their own coffee in their hands. Taehyung watches the hot liquid swirl around in his cup. He’s reckless with the way he handles it, anxiety jumping at the slightest sound and spilling the drink down his hands. Red and angry marks wrap around his arms. Blisters burned deep into his skin; yet he doesn’t seem to acknowledge the pain. He keeps his attention towards you. Trying to be subtle, stealing glances at you every so often. Watching for any discomfort, making sure you eat at least half your food, and studying the bittersweet sadness staining your face. 

Jimin downs his 4th drink before you’ve finished your food. You make a mixture of your meal, poking and prodding at it. Sometimes Jimin has to hold himself back from force feeding you. Stress stretches him apart, tearing at his mind, his lungs, and his heart. He hates seeing you so pale and so sad. So he helps out with hidden motives. He takes bits and pieces off your plate, eating small bites before holding the rest up to your mouth. He doesn’t let you shrug off his advances, so you end up eating more than you’d like.

Jungkook stirs up his coffee into something sweet. 6 packets of sugar and sweetener sink into the bitter blackness. He adds cream to his concoction and stirs until the sour taste dies down. 

You stop eating when everything is half of what it once was. Not too sure how much more your stomach can handle. You push away your plate, trying to pass it over to Taehyung to get rid of. 

“Just take one more bite.” He tries to encourage you, pushing the plate back into your arms. He takes a scoop of the jello with your spoon, the easiest to eat, and holds it in front of your mouth. 

“I don’t think I can.” You look down at the plate, feeling intimidated by such a simple task.

“Just one more.” Taehyung stares straight into your eyes. His insistent nature has become normal for you. Normal enough to know that he won’t take ‘No’ for an answer.

You let out a soft sigh and take the spoon in your mouth. It's a difficult task to force the food down your throat. The texture and taste turns your stomach. As soon as you swallow it down, you know you never should have. Regret almost comes rushing out as you struggle to stand and run to the bathroom. The boys fall behind, faces clouded in confusion. 

Your knees hit the floor with a heavy fall. Fragile form collapsing under the weight of your weakness. You hug the toilet seat tight to your body and hang your head over the inside. Within seconds everything you ate is spilling out of you. The sight of scarlet jello mimics blood from the present past. 

A crash is heard out in the other room. Taehyung comes in, colliding with the door and dropping down to his knees. He acts out of adrenaline, gathering your hair in one hand and resting the other on your back. He rubs soothing circles into your skin, whispering words of encouragement.

“It’s alright. Just let it out.” He locks eyes with Jimin as he enters the room. He sits down at your side, pressing a peck against your temple. He hushes your cries and keeps trying to tame the trembles that rack your body. 

Jungkook gets a glimpse at the sorry sight and is immediately scrambling out of the room and screaming for a nurse. Head spinning with imprinted images of your red and raw lips. A bloody tint that throws his mind back to before.

Even after you’re sure you’ve thrown it all up, you gag on the metallic taste that lingers in your mouth. A rotten taste that tangles with your raspy cry and tints your teeth. 

There are tears streaming down your face. Throwing up everything you just ate has left you feeling empty and aching. Jimin and Taehyung still stroke soothing motions down your back. Jimin pries your hand away from where it grabs the porcelain bowl in a death grip. He intertwines his hand with yours and lets you squeeze it wherever another sense of nausea rolls around. 

Two nurses come running into the room. Unfamiliar faces set the two boys on edge. Jimin clutches your hand closer to his heart. Taehyung shifts his body in front of you, trying to keep you out of sight.  Jungkook is the one to push them both out of the way so they can help you, but he never strays far, always hovering with a possessive stance and protective eyes. 

The two nurses appear anxious in the presence of such intimidating stares. They’re hands sweat and shake as they offer up more painkillers and check to see if your stitches have torn. And when the nurses have nothing more to help you with, they’re fast to flee the room.

You’re settled in bed once again. You find yourself falling asleep as an IV drip digs deep into your arm and the painkillers put a heavy haze in your head. 

Jimin squeezes in at the side of your bed, Taehyung crawls in close, and Jungkook holds your hand. They cradle you close. You’re smothered to sleep by careless kisses and whispered wishes. You’re sent off to slumber chasing a delicate dream of a different life. 

The rest of your stay at the hospital looks relatively the same. You’re smothered with affection in the form of sweet sorrys. The three men do everything they can to make up for the incident, everything but actually acknowledge it. No one speaks a word of that night. Nothing goes past a simple sorry when alluding to it. Instead, they’re eager to show their remorse through action and affection.

Jimin hasn’t left your side since the surgery. He lays beside you in the bed, having squeezed in during the dark silence of your dreams. You wake every morning only to end up caged in his iron grip. 

Sometimes he sits in the steel chair at your side. Cast aside whenever Taehyung or Jungkook has decided he’s pestered you enough. He never backs down without an argument. But one look at your exhausted expression and his angry words begin to die down. He taps the metallic chair in time with the clock. The tuneful ticking and copious amounts of coffee are how he distracts himself from drifting off into a dream. In all honesty, he’s been scared to sink back to sleep. The last time he found himself falling asleep, he woke to you bleeding out on the bathroom tile. 

Taehyung takes most authority when it comes to distracting you from your discomfort. He turns your attention to the shows playing upon the TV. He gives you his portions of pudding at meal time. And drowns out any signs of discomfort with his tender touch. 

Jungkook is the only one who acts the most distant. A simple side effect of taking on the brute end of your beating. His shame feels like the same shackles used to hold you down. A cold chaos harrows at his heart. He feels the bitter burden of his wrongdoings with every breath he breathes. He turns over his thoughts in the silence, and sorts through his sinful emotions while you sleep. He refrains from talking too much. Only chiming in on conversations when it includes your health or happiness. 

He listens to the doctors lecture him on how to take care of you, sinking further into his shell with every sentence because he’s only done the opposite thus far. He watches while the nurses talk him through how to re-wrap your bandages when needed. He struggles to keep his hands to himself. Biting back his tongue whenever they touch your blooming bruises and you flinch. The nurses nurturing hands roam your body with innocent intentions. Applying balm to your bruises and wrapping you up in white. But when your eyes twinkle with tears unshed, the three men shout and shut them out of the room without any rebuttal. 

They take matters into their own hands, knowing their tender touches are still too tense. You shed some tears and take your lips between your teeth, trying to hide the pain that’s more prominent than before. 

They take matters into their own hands, knowing they’re worse for you than anyone else. But they’re blinded by love and can’t let their butterfly fly away. 

The day you’re told you’ll finally be discharged is one you’ve all been looking forward to. They carry you out to the car once again, this time with much less gore and guilt. The scenery blurs by from where you watch out the window. The spring season seems to melt together with the high speeds Jungkook is driving. 

They’ve all been acting more restless and rash as the days go on. Impatient and eager to keep you hidden in their home. Protected from prying eyes and devils in disguise. Naive to the fact that they themselves are the real mask-wearing monsters. 

The rest of the drive drones on. Each building that passes more boring than the last. Instead, you fix your focus on the three men that surround you. Taehyung wouldn’t take no for an answer when he insisted you sit on his lap. So now you rest against his chest with his arms wrapped around your waist. His fingers skim across your stomach, soothing away the sickness that still remains. He does anything to avoid the white wraps that stick to your stitches. A pang of pain hits him in the heart every time he’s reminded of that night time nightmare. He walks his fingers across your waist, trying to kill time and relax his restless nature. Sometimes his hands stray away from your stomach and shove Jimin instead. 

In his sleeping state atop your legs, he tries to catch up on the sleep he’s missed before you get back home. Too hysterical in the hospital and too obsessed over your well-being, he developed a sort of insomnia. However, this tiny sliver of sleep he finally gets is full of disturbances. As his dreams drift into a tortured terrain, his body begins to tremble in terror. Shifting in his sleep and almost smacking his arm into your stomach if Taehyung wasn’t there to pull him away. 

During the rest of your drive, each man continues to fight their angry and anxious feelings. When you arrive at your house, nothing much has changed. They cling onto you like a second skin and still struggle with their self-loathing. 

Yet their sorry words and tear-stained eyes will never be enough. Not when they know you both are bound to destroy each other. Not when this cycle of crimson chaos will continue till the end. 

Even when they love you the most, stricken with guilt and grief, willing to do anything you ask, their lovesick obsession only serves to make matters worse. They hold you too tight, kiss you too rough. Their love is slowly sending you to an early grave. Yet you chose to be ignorant to their insanity. Developing tunnel vision to their love and ignoring all else.  And when you slip up again, when they snap again - you’ll pretend it never happened. Harbouring hope in a broken heart. Trying to be someone you aren’t in order to survive. Their love is like poison and their hate is like hell. Staying alive with three lovesick psychos, all you can rely on is hope.

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[cybsoo2]

Okay, be honest. How fucked am I???

[cybsoo2]

˚. 　✦🧚‍♂️｡⋆˙ ⊹｡🎀˚binki˚🎀｡˚⊹ ˙⋆｡🧚‍♂️✦.  ˚ . ˚

˚* ✦　　 .˚　 ⊹ ˙⋆　　 ✦　˚ 　　 ⋆｡ 　　 ˚ .˚　 　.　 　★ 　  ˚　.　 ⊹ ˙　　 　　 　　　　

[cybsoo2]

SOO EXCITED!! theres so many comebacks i can't wait for! txt, enhypen, jin, bts reunion soon. i'm gonna have new music to last me for MONTHS!!

in the mean time i'll be waiting pretty and patient.

[cybsoo2]

tease me too much

╰┈➤ synopsis — Arousal and embarrassment are the only two things that make Jimin blush.

╰┈➤ pairing — jimin x reader

╰┈➤ word count — 650+

╰┈➤ content warning — mature themes, kissing, thigh riding, cumming too soon, hair pulling

ੈ✩‧₊˚ note ; this felt like a writing exercise

You share careless kisses. Swollen tongues leave strings of saliva that follow your breath. Rising chests rush to take in air before diving back down. 

Jimin bites your bottom lip, bleeding out under the pressure that’s building in his pants. Sore swelling strains his movements. His inflamed body feeling overloaded by your tender taunts.

You keep teasing him into temptation. Toying with the hem of his shirt and running your knuckles along his taut abdomen. His stomach all tied up in knots that leave him sensitive. 

You love the way you can get him so worked up so easily. Only a few dirty words and wandering touches leave him falling apart in front of you. Watching the way he blushes and begs for more; Why would you ever give in so quickly. You'd much rather savour his suffering.

Overwhelmed, weak hands fist at the sheets and your shirt. Jimin feels his pulse at the pit of his stomach. His muscles twitch under your insistent smile. He stays soft and pliable for you to puppet, but a tension rises inside his thighs. Jimin finds himself growing restless. So, he ruts himself faster against you to rid himself of the tightness. 

You grab fistfuls of hair at the back of his head; giving short tugs when you grind into him. Your groans linger in the air while you force his into the collar of your shirt.

Jimin’s pink lips leave needy kisses on your neck. Burn marks are embedded into your rosy skin. He mumbles lustful ‘I love you’s through trembling pants. A red-hot heat spreads through your sighs. Deep desire drives itself from his heart to his hips. His lips latch themselves onto yours desperately.

He grabs one of your hands and guides it down to the bulge in his pants. It's straining against the tight fabric. The uncomfortable feeling blurs between pain and pleasure. He needs more, and he's begging you through hushed whines of 'please. please I need it'.

But you don't give into his begging so easily. You take to teasing him a bit. Pulling back your hand and holding his hips still; stopping the friction that he so desperately craves.

The consequences of this is a whine stuffed into your mouth and his own selfish hands reaching down to rub himself raw. You're kisses are not enough, he needs more to satisfy himself. You seem to notice his selfishness and it grows on your nerves. He wants to reach the end so badly that he's willing to act like a brat.

A sharp tug to the back of his head makes his arms buckle and collapse into your embrace. The feeling of your hands in his hair, pulling at the strands that send a tremble down his spine. His head dizzy with pain. A type of pain that he hates to admit he likes. And before he can stop himself, muffled moans are sounded out into the crevice of your collarbone. Eyes rolled back into his head and lips left open in pretty pleasure.

His whispered whimpers drive you insane. A pale red passion keeps you moving to continue. You turn his head up to carry on but small gasps tumble off his tongue.

“Stop…stop,” Shy pleas prompt you to sit still.

“You okay?” You question quietly while tying your hands up in his hair. You wonder if you went too far, teased him a little too much. A nod rubbed into your neck and a mumbled ‘Mm-hmm’ answer your question. 

Jimin gives out tired gasps as he rests against you. His whole body is shaking and he has to give himself a minute to settle down. Tummy tied tight in embarrassment and his eyes avoiding your own. A shameful sin soaks his body.

You pet down his hair from where it sticks up in sweaty strands. As Jimin climbs down from his climax, you decide that'll spare him the humiliation and pretend not to notice the wetness that soaks through the thigh he straddles.

© cybsoo2 2025, all rights reserved

[cybsoo2]

would you consider making a yandere kai fic pls? one where he's completely obsessed, and the reader knows it so she controls him ?

ooooo~ this in an interesting idea! i'll add it to my list of fic ideas since i actually don't have too many thoughts on what to write for txt next.

although i am a little stumped on what kind of story i should write about this dynamic. like what plot/setting/etc... hmmm writing about manipulation has always been the bane of my existence!! dw though i'll think hard about it because i really like the idea :)