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◾bts as yanderes

◾kim seokjin

In his fantasy, he was the prince and you were the princess. The king and the queen. And in his fantasy, it would always end in a happily ever after, always. He spoiled you to make sure you were always comfortable with the way you were living and that there was no inconvenience to be put on you, by anyway. Which is why you needed him. 

To take care of everything for, to care for you, to watch over you, and do everything for you. It was his job, in his mind, to always make sure you never lifted a finger, even once in your relationship with him. Jin was always by your side and if he wasn’t doing something for you, he was guiding it through with you, keeping you in his warm hold and touch for as long as possible. He saw it as his own way of showing his love and affection towards you

“Ah! Y/n, what did I say? I can make dinner tonight, don’t worry about it. Just sit down and wait until it’s ready, I promise it will be the best meal of your life!” 

“I told you I could pick you up from work, why did you take the bus? These areas have a  lot of bad people out here, especially in that area, you could’ve gotten hurt or worse!” 

Now Jin might be the best boyfriend that loved and cared for you, but it was always a different him when he noticed someone showing you affection. He was your boyfriend so he should be the only one showing this type of feelings. That stranger that smiled your way on the way to you guys’ favorite restaurant wasn’t supposed to be looking at you like that, only him. 

At times like this, Jin got very possessive and over-protective. If a man were to walk up to the both of you, he was immediately shunned by Jin or ignored by Jin, who would tug you in a different direction. He looked down on any man that seemed to hold any interest towards you and his reasoning for it whenever he was questioned was because he was the only one allowed to look at you like that. Your beauty was astonishing, really it was, which is why he thought it should only be reserved for those worthy of seeing it. Which was him, and only him. 

“Did you see the way he was looking at you? It’s absolutely disgusting that he can’t take a hint.” 

“I told you it was a bad idea to go out today, imperfect men, unlike me, don’t know how to control themselves around you. I might just need to teach them a lesson, really.”  

◾ min yoongi

Yoongi was a sweetie, really. Especially only for you. He had met you just by chance, and he has thanked whoever was watching above non-stop since that day. He was usually an emotionless man, but you brought him out of his hiding and made him see a brighter light. You brought out all of the smiles, laughs, and affection from him and he made sure only to show you that side of him. 

You were special to him, which is why he reserved those smiles for you and only for your eyes. He was rather insecure about everything about himself, but he was quick to sweep those thoughts away whenever you praised him or hugged him tightly. He was reminded that he had someone to lean on and he wasn’t alone. It was a big deal to meet such an angel like you because he has never experienced anything like this. 

New emotions were introduced to Yoongi and he was glad you were the one to deliver them to him. 

“Gah, you are so cute Y/n! What would I do without you?” 

“Thank you so much for all you have done for me, the only way I can repay you is by showing you my love, and I can only hope that is enough for someone as great as you.” 

You were so precious to Yoongi, to him you were the angel shining down onto him. You were pure and innocent, which is why he had to protect you from the greedy and evil things of the outside world. Whenever he could, he would stall you from leaving his side in the comfortable bed you two shared. Whining, begging, and shameless yells of your attention usually came with this. But that was only the coating of it all. 

When you two did go out, another side of Yoongi was introduced to you. You were his to have and he wasn’t willing to share with anyone. He had to protect, which he did the best he could by throwing glares to those he deemed in need of one, those are the ones that usually glance at you for too long or look at you with a look in their eyes that Yoongi hated. 

Everyone was too evil and cynical to even lay eyes on you, which is why he had to protect you from those evil beings. That by either teaching them a lesson or keeping you cooped up inside with him, either way was fine. He was never hesitant to throw the first punch or insult, anyone who wanted to take away your innocence would not have a pinch of mercy from him. 

“I suggest you take your eyes off of her. If you don’t, I will have to force you to. Yeah, that’s right! Don’t even think about taking a second glance, you worthless piece of shit!” 

“Y/n, stay with me, please. Those classes are worthless anyway, you can just learn from home and stay with me through the whole day.” 

◾kim namjoon

Namjoon was a rather closed off man, famous around campus for always being found with a book in his hand, quiet and reserved would be the only way to describe him. So it was a big shock to him when you had sought out his help for something. He was immediately drawn to you. Maybe it was because of the curious nature that got him wanting more from you, but soon it leads to you being his. 

You were a curious and adventurous person which he loved the most about you. Always willing to learn and he was always more than willing to teach you. You were his own to have and he basked in the feeling of relying on him, he loved it to death. You were completely his to have and you made it obvious to him whenever you asked him a question he was sure to have the answer to. And if he didn’t, he would mentally scold himself for being so incompetent to you. 

He was your own personal knowledge bank and he wished you would keep thinking of him as that, someone you could rely on and trust. It became his goal to become the only one in your life to provide such knowledge, and honestly so much more, and he would be willing to take care of anyone that stood in his way.

“Close, but it’s more like this, baby. No! I don’t mind teaching you, in fact always come to me when you have a question, okay?”

“See Y/n you learn something new every time we talk. So you can trust me from now on to give you everything you want.”

It irked Namjoon to no end when you began relying on others. Asking questions to your fellow ‘freinds’ that he was more than willing to answer, and even trusting those around you. He loved to think he was the only one in your life that could give you what you wanted, but he was slapped back to reality when he picked you up from work one day. He had promised you the other day he would always pick you up from your workplace because walking home would be out of the question considering how dangerous it would be. 

So he watched with a clenched jaw as you laughed with one of your co-workers about a joke they had made. He slammed his car door shut, leaning against the now closed door waiting for you to come closer so he could finally take you home. It didn’t go as planned as you introduced him to your smiling co-worker, who he merely nodded to. It got worse when you acknowledge how your ‘friend’ had Bachelor’s Degree from graduating college. Namjoon gritted his teeth at the compliment, feeling a wave of emotions wash over him as you praised your friend of his intelligence. It was until he opened his mouth to bite at your co-worker that you stopped and stepped into the car wordlessly. 

“That’s rather impressive, but I think me and Y/n better head home.”

“No actually, Y/n won’t be going to work tomorrow considering how sore she will be from tonight. Since you’re so smart, I’m going to assume you know what I am talking about, right? Good. Then we will be on our way, good night.” 

◾jung hoseok

He was already a happy man before meeting you, but when he did he never felt such a feeling of bliss. You were the epitome of perfection in his eyes. You were always radiating with a smile and brought along your melodic laughter with you wherever you went. He felt in heaven whenever you two were with each other, and he loved to keep it that way. Your smile was what kept going and encouraged him to work harder to make your grin grow wider. 

He was always cracking jokes for you, and always content when you laughed at his humor. He didn’t care when people stared at the two of you with looks of suspicion at the scene you two would cause in public. If he was being honest, Hoseok was a rather insecure man so seeing you warm up to him made him feel assured and safe. He could be himself around you and it made him more determined every day to be the better version of his yesterday because he knew he had to make you smile, at least once and he would be at ease. 

Your happiness was always his top priority and he was always there for you when you were sad, turning your frown upside down immediately. He pushed whatever he was doing aside to focus on you not caring about the consequences because, at those moments, you were important than anything else in his life. 

“Y/n, smile for me! *makes a funny face, and laughs along with you, knowing he did something good for you*” 

“Don’t forget to call or text me when you feel down, I’ll rush over to you in an instant to make you feel better, okay?” 

The one thing that could knock that smile off of Hoseok’s face would be two things. Seeing you sad and seeing the thing or person that made you sad. from there on it would no longer be sadness engulfing him, rather anger and rage. Anyone would make you frown was no one important in his book. You were his top priority all the time, and if someone were to make you feel like you weren’t there was obviously a problem that Hoseok had to take care of. 

Hoseok was rarely caught without a smile, and when he was it was the result of someone messing with you or making you sad. He would have no patience at all for a person like that, which is why his sudden cheerful attitude was traded for a new, sly, and a rather ruthless one. No one would be left to breathe if they were to make you sad, no one has the right for you to be sad. 

“Who did this to you?! Tell me and I can make your worries go away.” 

“You treated her like shit, I’m here to return the favor. You made her shed tears, which should never happen to someone like her! She is too good for people in this world, I swear. You won’t be able to breathe when I’m done with you, worthless scum.” 

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Yandere!J-hope x Reader - (Fake Texts) When he thinks you’re cheating on him.

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Hiya!! Can I please request a Hoseok Yandere!Mafia x female reader imagine where he is a mafia leader and y/n, his girlfriend, is really small (I’m only 4ft 10in LOL), sweet and innocent, and completely trusts him and only him? She knows Hoseok is in the mafia but loves and trusts him anyway and she loves his overprotective behavior because it makes her feel safe. She’s very naive to believe whatever he tells her and doesn’t trust other people, only him.

Ride or Die

“It’s only going to be a few hours. I promise.” Hoseok pressed a kiss into her forehead again. “There’s going to be someone outside the door, they’ll protect you.”

“You can’t stay? I was going to try to make this new recipe and you should be here to try it!” (Y/N) pouted slightly, not letting go of him just yet.

“I’ll look forward to it.” Her boyfriend smiled, barely managing to tear himself away from her and leave, locking the door behind him and having a murmured conversations with one of his men. She smiled contently, rolling up her sleeves.

“I don’t give a fuck what your boss says. I have a right to see my best friend!” An aggravated shout almost made (Y/N) drop her knife, and she held it to her chest cautiously. The sound of a brawl made her terrified to no end, and she shuffled towards her phone on the table with cautious steps to avoid being detected.

The door slammed open before she could dial Hoseok’s number, leaving her agape akin to a deer in headlights.

“(Y/N)! Come on, I’m here to save you.” The young boy panted, blood running down the side of his head.

“Save me from what?” She said, leading him to the table to sit before rummaging for some ice cubes.

“Are you actually- from that mafia leader. He’s fucking crazy.” He insisted, striding over to take her by the shoulders, as if to shake some sense into her. His friend just stared in confusion.

“You don’t really know Hobi.” She laughed. “He’s so sweet when you get to know him. He’s always looking out for me, even when he isn’t here!”

“It’s not healthy. Listen, I know that it’s tough for you because this is just dumb young lov-”

A gunshot rang out from the hallway.

The boy instantly raised his head, scouting possible scape routes.

“You know this place better than me, where can we get out?” He muttered, heart pounding. (Y/N) could only shake her head.

“You can’t take me away from him!” She whined, a little too loudly. The hurried footsteps that followed her loud complaint were enough to indicate that he’d been caught, even after silencing her with his hand with the hopes that maybe he could get out alive.

He had no such luck as Jung Hoseok entered their line of view, anger plastered across his handsome face. Seeing the two sat together in what at first sight resembled an embrace only caused his grip on the handgun to tighten.

Without hesitation he place the muzzle of the gun to the trembling boy’s forehead and pulled the trigger.

The blood that spilt onto the floor from the head wound started to seep into (Y/N)’s dress, staining it a murky colour before Hoseok picked up her shaking body and carried it away from the body.

“I know, that was horrible.” He whispered comfortingly. “Having your so called ‘friend’ try to kidnap you, my poor angel.”

“W-Why…?” (Y/N) finally let out her tears. “Why did you leave me? I was so scared he was going to take me away from you-”

“Shhh.” He held her tighter, sitting down on their couch with her still curled up in his arms. “It’s okay, I’m here now.”

“I can’t live without you Hobi. You have to stay here and protect me, or they’ll hurt me.” She whispered hoarsely, leaning into his chest. One of his hands rose to stroke her hair in comfort.

“I will. You’ll stay by my side twenty-four seven, okay?” He smiled, content in how an event that could have ruined him only brought them closer, close enough so she could hear his heart that would only beat for her.

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Hey, can you do a 'see you for the first time for Hoseok?' <33

Ah, he will be coming up in my hyung line, so keep an eye out, I’m sure it will be soon!

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Whoop^^ I adore your work, please keep writing!

ASKDHFSSKJHFS SO CUTE OMG THANK YOU I’M GLAD YOU DO, IT MOTIVATES ME SO MUCH!

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When will you update the Namjin 'series'? I'm desperate for a another update! Please do it soon <33

Hi, thank you so much <3 I will definitely update soon, so keep an eye out!

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Yandere Maknae Line x Reader: When they see you for the first time.

Jimin

When he saw you for the first time, his heart literally exploded. Never had he seen such perfection in his entire life. He had to have you, naturally. When he first laid eyes on your delicate form, perfect lips pouting as you struggled to navigate around the airport. In your hands was your phone, and he assumed you were looking for someone. He could tell you spoke English, from the PG curses that left your kissable lips. Thereby, he offered his service to you.

‘Miss, are you lost?’ He asked, eyes crinkling into half moons with his encouraging smile, a hand outstretched in greeting. As soon as he saw your shocked expression and flushed cheeks, he knew he had you.

Hook, line and sinker.

Taehyung

‘What do you mean she is late?! Get me a substitute!” Taehyung bellowed down his phone. Being a famous photographer meant he had models galore, yet they never satisfied him. This newest one didn’t even manage to turn up on time. Growling, he stalked off down the corridors of the set they were renting for today as his team scrambled to find a substitute.

Down one of the eerie looking identical corridors he bumped into an intern. Mousy hair braided into two plaits, big glasses and a brown sweater with jeans, the young girl dropped the paper she was carrying on to the ground.

“I-im sor-“

“WATCH WHERE YOU’RE -…” Taehyung begun yelling when he saw her beautiful face. To him it was perfect, better than any of the hundreds of models he had dealt with in his entire career. Hearing and seeing her flinch and stammer apologies made him snap out of his stupor.

“I’m sorry. To let me apologise, here is my number. This job you’re working? You’ll need it no more, you’re working for me now. Daddy will take real good care of you.” He said, swiping his thumb against her parted in shock lips.

Jungkook

The star of everything. Everyone envied him. The girls wanted him, the boys wanted to be him. And then there was Y/N. Short curly hair, green eyes and big glasses settled ontop of a freckled nose and cheeks combo. She was a nobody, she blended in with the crowd. Her grades were average, her looks were average, she was the very textbook definition of average. That is, to everyone but Jeon Jungkook.

The first time he lay eyes on her was when she stumbled into his class, brand new to Korea. She wore their school uniform and stammered in ridiculous band Korean what her name was, her international age and her favourite hobby. Apart from that, she studied hard and soon was able to speak with the rest of her classmates.

She was amazing in his eyes, and he couldn’t understand how everyone else didn’t see that either. Then again, it was better for him. However someone couldn’t just keep their eyes to themselves. And now, Jungkook had to deal with Y/n’s secret admirer. He hated getting his hands bloody, but for Y/n he’d do anything.

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SeokJin’s Story (feat. Namjoon)

Where we belong…?

Hybrid/Bullet Point Au

Summer House is full of love, from 8 different hybrids. But, how did they all end up there together? What is each one’s story?

***

Ø  Jin was born into a not so normal family. His mother, a gorgeous calico cat was used in a breeding farm and as such he hadn’t met her, for he had been stripped away as soon as he was born.

Ø  Being the youngest of the litter didn’t fare well with him, as he was constantly scrutinised with a threat of death looming upon him from his first breath. It was very surprising therefore when he survived a virus infection all of them had.

Ø  He was the only one in the end.

Ø  He didn’t know who his dad was either, as he had met their mother once during her heat and that was it.

Ø  Aged 6 days, he had arrived at the house of an elderly couple who took care of him. They loved him and taught him to read, write, and even cook and sew when he grew older.

Ø  However, in his first days they raised him as a baby, they wanted him because they missed their own children who had long fled the nest.

Ø  He grew up loved, but also bullied by the other kids in the neighbourhood.

Ø  His tail would be yanked, his ears pulled and slapped and they’d throw water on him. None of them liked him very much. It got to the point where he’d stay inside and that’s how he took an interest in household affairs.

Ø  Cooking especially was his favourite. For a long time he claimed it was magic.

Ø  On Christmas he’d get presents like socks and shirts and even comfy pyjamas. Once he got a new collar that he treasured a lot, and wore it everyday until a kid broke it when he was picking flowers in the meadow by their house for mothers day.

Ø  He cried for days, and got a replacement. But he didn’t treasure it as much as his first one.

Ø  The rest of childhood was more or less peaceful and he appreciated that.

Ø  Later, as he survived middle school and highschool, he became a good student and studies hard, eager to pass into a good college and then university, away from his childhood bullying peers.

Ø  It was by chance he made a friend in his school, for as he stepped into his class, he collided with someone and apologies were made. The guy was named Namjoon and they quickly stuck together, despite being ‘cat and dog’.

Ø  Late night sessions included stressing over new assignments and old essays, quiet beer drinking and football watching.

Ø  Jin cooked for them both in their shared flat (they become roommates after Namjoon moved from his single dorm to Jin’s flat after Jin’s roommate left to live with his girlfriend) and cleaned. He stocked the medicine cupboards and nagged about dirty clothes.

Ø  His nickname became ‘housewife’.

Ø  Him and Namjoon bicker like a married couple. It got to the point where their friends would jokingly play the wedding march as the duo approached.

Ø  Him and Namjoon both happily graduated, Jin majoring in Acting and Namjoon in Philosophy.

Ø  They quickly found a new place to live, south of their old home. It was a crumbling flat but easy affordable for two new college graduates. Namjoon used his university student loans to pay their rent while going to university. Seokjin took a part time job as a receptionist in a small hospital.

Ø  The staff there loved him. It was through his friends there that he discovered a brand of shampoo. He applied it to his ears and tail and when they dried it was the silkiest fur ever. Eyes wide he ran to Namjoon and thrust the bottle into his face.

Ø  “Namjoon-ah look! Feel my ears!”

Ø  Namjoon nodded. He was then forced into the bath (bright red) as the elder washed his ears and tail and then blow dried them. Both of their animal counter parts had never felt so clean, silky or fluffy like today.

Ø  The shampoo was quiet expensive and as such the boys could only afford it every so often. It was decided between the two of them that they would only use it when necessary, and only when one of them needed cheering up.

Ø  Six months passed and the boys further settled into their apartment. Jin bought a bunch of notebooks and got to studying. His mind was filled with the fascination of the medical world, after seeing his friends help save lifes.

Ø  He wanted to do that too.

Ø  Namjoon helped him, and together they studied, creating colourful flashcards and test papers, posters and mind maps. Life went by peacefully and before they knew it, Jin was a certified nurse.

Ø  He worked more stable hours, and their wage increased. They could finally save and opt to move to a house in a better area, no longer needing to struggle to make ends meet with two part time job incomes.

Ø  Life was finally looking up for them, and in a good way.

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Part 3  -  Why would you break me this way?

Warning: This fic will have moments of yandere and a hint of non-con. If this is not for you then please do not read. You have been warned.

That being said, I welcome any requests of any nature. Please check my blog for more.

Summary: Seokjin is insecure and feels unworthy of Namjoon, who is a regular playboy and cheater. How will Namjoon react to a broken-hearted Seokjin demanding  a break up?

Word Count:1,000

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‘Can’t you come back..?’ Seokjin asked, practically begging over the phone. His boyfriend of several years had gotten called to an important meeting which had resulted in a week long trip in a different town. Jin missed his boyfriend. He had spent several nights by himself in a cold bed, not that that was anything new. Namjoon was always called out to work at the oddest hours of the night -  Jin often joked that Namjoon ought to be a millionaire with the money they owe him.

Namjoon often smiled a guilty smile, unwilling to admit to his night escapdes. What the other didn’t know didn’t hurt him right?

 ***

‘Joonie, why is the collar of your shirt stained pink?’ Jin asked, stretching the offending item between two delicate hands as he crouched by the washing machine in their tiny kitchen. Namjoon had just come into the kitchen to make tea and was currently cursing as he had banged his head on the door of fridge when he heard Jin ask him that question.

‘What do you mean?’ He asked, rapidly snatching the item and holding them up to his eyes. Jessica – or was it Holly?- owed him a new shirt. Grumbling under his breathe stalked off to his room. He was going to text the woman if he remembered her name and demand she pay. After all, shirts were very expensive and he only had a handful appropriate for any sort of work.

Jin felt quite confused. Why would Namjoon stalk off like that? Lately it felt as though he didn’t know the other at all, like the years they spent together were slowly falling down a drain, with no end it sight.

***

‘-it makes no sense. He is always snappy with me now and I don’t understand why. He goes off late at night and doesn’t come back until early morning, often stressed. He missed several dates and made me look like an idiot in at least three different restaurants, and to top it all of he refuses to even look at me!’ Jin cried, moaning to his best friend at their local coffee shop. He nursed a coffee cup, picking it up and raising it to his face to smell the heavenly aroma of latte.

Jimin sighed tiredly. He had been their unofficial relationship councillor since they begun dating in highschool. Back then it was more fun, with late night sleepovers and gushing over each romantic kiss. Now though it was more consoling his hyung and assuring him that Namjoon was only stressed out. He didn’t mean anything he said!

‘Don’t worry too much. I’m positive there is a simple answer to it all. You mentioned he had a trip not long ago. Maybe that is what worries him?’ He said to Jin. The other nodded, but his face twisted in an unpleasant grimace of disbelief.

*** It was an accident.

He never meant to find out.

It wasn’t his fault.

It wasn’t his fault the coffee shop had to close two hours early due to a sudden power outage. It wasn’t his fault the bus was empty and no one needed to get home before him so his usual journey of 45 minutes only lasted 12.

It wasn’t his fault their apartment door was quiet, allowing him to slip in unnoticed.

***

When he walked into their apartment, he was surprised to see the lights on. He assumed however that Namjoon got home early too, due to the blackout. Shrugging, he slipped his shoes off, eyes wondering over the messy arrangement of Namjoon’s work shoes and a pair of stiletto heels on the floor. Cocking an eyebrow in puzzlement, he quietly crept further in.

The sick feeling in his stomach intensified when he spotted underwear on the corridor floor, shirts hanging from door knobs and a womens purse tucked against the corner of the wall. He followed the trail of bitter cheating and heartbreak to their shared room.

From halfway down the corridor, he heard the rocking of the bed against their thin plaster walls. He imagined the plaster breaking off it the spot the headboard hit and crumbling like his heart to the floor.

He heard whimpers and moans and dirty talk beyond his imagination. Even in a situation like this where he begged there to be any other explanation for what was happening other than what he knew was the most likely one, his ears still flushed red.

He swallowed harshly and crept closer. His mind was filled with a thousand questions.

How long has this been going on?

Was everything a lie?

Everytime he had been called to work on an evening -  was that simply an excuse?

And if so, did that include the week long trip?

Bitter tears stung his cheeks as he hovered outside of the closed door, hand poised above the handle.

There was still time.

He could walk away, come back in two hours and pretend nothing was wrong. He could still fix this, and beg the other not to leave him, to stop doing this. However, Seokjin was so tried of being lied to, of being put second, of being the only person to give a damn about their relationship that he firmly – yet quietly- pushed down on the handle and opened the door.

The first thing he saw inside broke him.

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Hey Guys...

Sorry for not uploading part 3, but I was on holiday. That being said, look out for Part 3 today and tomorrow!

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Innocent Love Blooms In The Most Tragic Places

Story Summary;

Yoongi is a wolf hybrid. He is cold and unapproachable. Woe betide anyone who touches what is his. Jimin is a bunny hybrid. He is shy and innocent, always positive. How will the two interact with each other in university where they have been forced to be roommates where no one has ever heard of a predator and prey rooming together?

Tags: possessive behaviour, angst, fluff, hybrid, hybrid traits

Word Count: 2849

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Jimin brushed his curly, pale yellow hair to the side, deciding on a parting in the middle. He put on his lens free glasses, which had big frames. Additionally, he wore a big black jumper with a rainbow on it, and tight grey jeans with white and black stripped adidas trainers. He hefted a bag over both shoulders, his small and slim frame struggling under the weight as his bunny ears flicked. It was his first day at uni today, and truly, he was nervous. Stepping out of the boy’s bathroom he was in, he tried his best to find his room, in Wing B Floor 3 Room 367. Finally coming onto it, he unlocked it with a key that had a fluffy keyring reassembling his tail attached to it. Home sweet home he thought, setting down his bag. The door from the corridor opened directly into the bedroom. There was a window opposite the door. To each side of the window was a matching oak nightstand and single bed with a navy-blue duvet folded at the end. Past each bed was a desk and a small cupboard. Wardrobes were non-existent as they had underbed storage space. In between the bed and the desk on the left was a plain door which led to the bathroom. The bathroom had a toilet, simple shower, sink and mirror. Two sets of big fluffy and small fluffy towels were laid on the sink. Grinning, the bunny hybrid begun to unpack, choosing the bed on the left side. Yoongi wasn't in much of a rush to move into the new dorms. He'd been taking his time walking through the hallways, his ears flicking at the sound of people's shoes squeaking due to the amount of movement going on. Everyone seemed to be trying to get to their dorms as fast as possible. Yoongi instead just sighed and ran a hand through his black his black hair, he decided to at least make sure he looked presentable to his roommate. Glancing down at his outfit, Yoongi thought that he seemed presentable enough. Black ripped skinny jeans, black boots, and a simple white t-shirt, he looked like the catalogue picture for the word edgy. He continued to walk towards his new room and let out a soft sigh when he reached it. Grabbing his key, he moved to unlock the door, but then realised it had already been opened. He opened the door, a slight hint of surprise when he saw bright blonde hair on the left side of the room.

"Hey" he simply said as he moved to the other side of the room to put down his bag. Jimin’s ears twitched with surprise, his nose following the motion unconsciously. "Hi! I'm Park Jimin but you can call me Jiminine or ChimChim or Jimin." He greeted with a million-watt smile; a hand stretched out to the other in the typical way of greeting. "What's your name?" He continues politely, staring at the taller and most likely (although yet to be confirmed however Jimin did have a sneaking suspicion this was true) elder roommate he had gotten for the semester. He has yet to decipher which hybrid the other is; however, he quickly assumes him to be some sort of prey as predator never ever room with prey. Something about dominance and easy submission being the reason for the matter. Yoongi blinked in surprise at how enthusiastic the seemingly younger boy was. The fact that his roommate was clearly prey also surprised him, maybe there was a mix up in the rooms? He reached his hand out to meet the others greeting. "I'm Yoongi, I don't really mind what you call me." His voice was steady and calm, still confused about his roommate being prey. Yoongi could hear something lightly shift in the room, his ears moving to fund the sound and his eyes quickly following. While searching for the sound Yoongi decided to ask Jimin an obvious question. "Are you... prey?" Jimin blinked, widely, innocently. "Aren't you prey?" He asked the other, answering his question with a another. "I'm a bunny hybrid if you can't tell," he grinned cheekily," but I don't know what you are. No prey hybrid I've met have had such bushy tails or ears." He said curiously, a light and puzzled expression on his cute face. He absent mindlessly stated to bite at his finger nails as he tried to figure out if he has ever seen a prey hybrid with Yoongis features. His own ears twitched as he thought, and his nose scrunched up adorably every time he mentally rejected someone who didn't fit the criteria he set in his mind, his expression becoming more frustrated the longer he thought on it. Yoongi just stared at the other for a minute, blinking as he realized that there was no way they could have been roommates. "I'm a predator." He said with an eyebrow raised, "And I'm a wolf hybrid... fluffy ears are kind of a given" he chuckled as he said this, wondering what the other would think now that he knew that Yoongi was a predator. He stared at the other boy, taking in his features, he was not much smaller than he was, but very clearly had a soft personality. The longer he looked at the other the more he could feel a shift in the atmosphere. Was Jimin afraid of me? Is it really that intimidating to have fluffy ears and a tail? "A wolf? Really really?" He asked, his expression mirroring that of child awe upon discovering something new. He shuffled closer to the other and gently reached a hand up to touch the base of the others fluffy ears with a squeak of delight that had him quickly blushing yet did not deter him from gently running his hand over that same ear. In that moment, our innocent bunny hybrid Jimin forgot fear and uncertainty. His only concern was jealousy that someone had such fluffy ears and he didn't. It was cute really, how childlike he acted, as thought Yoongi was the most fascinating thing he had come across in a while. Suddenly, however the moment ended. Jimin remembered that wolves ate small hybrids like him for breakfast and so he quickly stepped away, a small expression of shock on his face.

Yoongi smiled as the other squeaked with delight as he touched his ears. He had seemed so fascinated by the fact that they were fluffy, he had guessed that Jimin had not been around many predators at all. His thoughts were confirmed as the other stepped back from him, shock written all over his face. He looked almost as if his life was going to come to an end very quickly. "Yes really, and you don't have to be so afraid you know. I don't bite, unless asked to" Yoongi mumbled the very last part, knowing that the other wouldn't be able to hear him. He wanted the other to trust him, they were going to be roommates after all. It wouldn't be good if he got suspended out of fear for the other prey in the building. "Is this building purely for prey?" Yoongi asked, his face full of curiosity.

He shook his head rapidly, expression calmer now than in the beginning. "No, it's a mixed building. I wonder is everyone is predator-prey roommates." He said naively, genuine curiosity on his chubby cheeked face. "Oh! You probably want to unpack. I've just done my clothes but need to take out my study supplies and laptop. Hyung, - wait can I call you Hyung? How old are you? - there's no classes today, but we have some tomorrow. I'm studying hybrid care so I can be a nurse for hybrid children.." he talked a mile a minute, unpacking his laptop - baby blue in colour with cloud and rainbow stickers on it, his study books and arranging them alphabetically on the small shelves, his plan notepads and pens, pencils and other stationary items in a cute cactus pot with googly eyes on it. Yoongi chuckled at how quickly the other was talking, Jimin was very obviously nervous to be around a predator. Yoongi began to unpack his stuff and put them in the correct places before beginning to answer a few of the others questions. "I'm probably older than you if that's what you're wondering, so yes you can call me Hyung." He thought about what the other was studying, if it was for hybrid care then he must really like children. Yoongi was indifferent towards them, he didn't necessarily like them, but he didn't hate them either. "I'm studying criminology, I’m curious as to why there's been a big spike in prey crimes lately." As he spoke it was easy to tell how curious he was. Usually predators had the highest crime rate, but lately prey has had quite a large increase in crimes. Yoongi continued to unpack, making sure that everything was in the correct order "Ah that's so cool! I'm glad to be rooming with such a kind Hyung." Jimin spoke, complimenting the other as he stood on his tiptoes in order to push his last study book guide and textbook into place on the highest shelf. Struggling a little huffed and started to jump with the book outstretched in his short arms tiny fingers holding it tightly as he took blind attempts at getting it on his shelf. When that didn't work, he cursed his small height which was often a given due to the fact he was a prey hybrid, and gently set the book on his study desk before glaring daggers at it not so subtly. Pouting to himself, he went and charged his phone in his bedside table open slave shelf. Yoongi had noticed the other boys struggle and decided to help him. Despite not being extremely tall, he was still tall enough to reach the shelf. He grabbed the books and quickly put them into place before returning to what he was doing. After unpacking his clothing, he placed his backpack next to the bed, reaching in for his laptop. It was a complete contract to that of what the other had. Rather than a baby blue, his computer was a dark red with small hand painted details in black. He quickly turned it on and glanced to the other, giving a small smile to him. Jimin responded with a blinding smile of his own. "Thanks for putting my book up there Hyung. It's so annoying being small isn't it?" He whined, pouting up at the other. He moved towards the desk and switched his laptop on, deciding to be a good student and get his pre-course essay finished in time for class tomorrow. Out of the +25000 words needed he had competed 23500, leaving his with only a few more to type up. If he were to print his essay it would be 10 pages long, double sided and ready to mark. Yoongi chuckled at what the other said, "Being small isn't too bad" he replied. He noticed the other was working on an essay, Yoongi should have probably been doing the same, however he couldn't be bothered to. Instead he loaded up a game on his laptop, his hands moving at a lightning fast pace on order to keep up with it. It was normal for him to spend hours at a time on his laptop, not speaking and not moving anything except for his fingers. After a few hours Jimin finished his essay just as the sun was setting. He spoke to Yoongi every now and then, unaware the boy was in a zone of sorts. He told the other that he was taking a shower. Getting his nightclothes, he stepped in the bathroom and locked the door. He washed his hair and brushed his teeth, fluffing it up before putting on long pyjama bottoms with little pink stars that he tucked into mismatched stripy socks - one Green and blue the other a horrid yellow and red. His chest was covered up a long sleeved plain blue shirt, which completed his pyjamas. Hanging up the used towels, he went over to Yoongi and tapped him gently on the shoulder. Yoongi hadn’t really moved the entire time that Jimin was writing his essay. He would give a small hum every time the other spoke but that was about it. When he felt a light tap on his shoulder, Yoongi jumped slightly. He quickly paused his game before turning to Jimin with a slightly raised eyebrow. “Yes Jimin?” He asked, wondering what the other boy needed. It was only then that he considered how sore his wrists were from the amount of gaming he had done, wondering if he should wrap them before he continued. He then considered that the other looked ready for bed, mismatched socks to top it off as well. Was he keeping the other boy from being able to sleep? "Hyung, you should really get washed now and head to bed. We have class tomorrow." Jimin shyly stammered, unsure if he wasn't crossing some sort of boundary when it came to tell the other to go to bed. He was only concerned for the others well-being though, seeing as it was in his nature to care for everyone as if they were family. "Have you set your alarm yet? I've set mine for 07.00 since classes start at 09.00 and I want to make sure I have time to go to the canteen and eat bre- oh Hyung! Your wrists are so red!" He exclaimed, gently grabbing a wrist and holding it to his face. It was so close, Yoongi could feel his breath on it as Jimin examined it. "Get washed Hyung, and I'll bandage them for you." He said, ears and nose and tail twitching with pride as he thought about doing that for his Hyung. Yoongi simply nodded as he took in everything that the boy was saying to him. He set his laptop aside before telling the boy, “I’ll go get washed up first then” before grabbing his clothes and making his way towards the bathroom. Something that he should have asked the other first, was if they were comfortable with him sleeping shirtless. It was just so much more comfortable for him that way, so hopefully the other didn’t mind. As he finished washing up, Yoongi walked out of the bathroom in a pair of black sweatpants and he was shirtless. He looked up slightly and made eye contact with the boy, giving a slight smile as he made his was back over to his side of the room. He had begun to debate if he should sleep or keep playing. Jimin yelped and flushed red when he spotted the other shirtless. He very nearly dropped the pot of cream and roll of bandages he was holding. Clearing his throat, he sternly (or at least as sternly as a cute bunny could) forbid him from playing anymore and demanded to see the other hands. Sitting on his bed with him, he took the others wrists gently and massaged the cream into them, it feeling cold in contrast to Jimin’s soft and warm hands. Once he finished that, he gently put bandages around them, and shot his Hyung a pride filled smile. Yoongi grinned at the others behaviour, he ruffled the others hair, it was much softer than he would have thought. “I’m always a scary predator, especially when I don’t sleep.” He said giving the other a smirk and ushering him to his bed. “You need to sleep, and I’ll sleep some too.” Yoongi said, half speaking the truth. It’s true that he would sleep a little, he just never said when it would happen. As he walked back to him bed, he is waiting for the other to fall asleep. To take good measure he waited about an hour before going back onto his computer, only this time he wasn’t playing, he was working. Jimin groaned and turned in his sleep. He had slept for a couple of hours, tossing and turning, the light sounds of Yoongi working keeping him awake. The half-awake bunny crawled out from his comfy covers and shuffled sleepily towards the elder, draping himself over the back of his chair and hiding his face in the others neck, forgetting Yoongi is a predator. "Hyung~ you have to sleep now!' He insisted sleepily, barely mumbling due to his tiredness Yoongi stiffened at the sides contact made by the bother. Granted Jimin was right, he should at least get a little sleep, even if it was only for a few minutes. Yoongi chuckled and stood up, he began to guide the other back to bed before saying a small, "I will, I'm sorry for keeping you awake" and made his way into bed, only to lay there without ever actually falling asleep. The only sounds made in the room were the sounds of a faint tick of a wall clock.

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Part 2 - A Hopeful Heart

Warning: This fic will have moments of yandere and a hint of non-con. If this is not for you then please do not read. You have been warned.

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Summary: Seokjin is insecure and feels unworthy of Namjoon, who is a regular playboy and cheater. How will Namjoon react to a broken-hearted Seokjin demanding  a break up?

Word Count:1,070

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The first time Jin noticed a change in behaviour was when Namjoon suddenly appeared in his class. The boy without a word crossed across the busy room, interrupting the teacher halfway through a maths lesson. He yanked a confused Jin out of his seat gently, glaring a silent threat to the protesting teacher.  He quickly pulled the other behind him, out the classroom and across the corridors, thankfully empty as there was no transition period. Jin stared at the back of Namjoon with wide, surprised eyes.

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Back in the classroom, his two new friends were exchanging confused looks, the seat in between them now empty. Since there wasn’t much, they could do other than worry for the other they continued to take much neater notes so that their friend could copy them later.

‘What happened?’ He was bombarded by his friends when he returned to the class, ushering a million apologies to their stressed-out teacher. He quickly took his seat and wrote down the whiteboard display I his neat penmanship in his neat notebook.

‘Nothing much, he just acted without thinking.’ Jin said, quietly, softly. ‘I think he just missed me a little and wasn’t sure how to handle that. We’ve never been apart for so long before.’ He continued in a whisper, a light smile gracing his features as he remembered his childhood with the other.

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In all honesty, he wasn’t sure why he had done what he did, or how he got the courage to do it despite his attitude, but it felt so right. Like he was supposed to demand what he wanted, and it would come true. It had been a fleeting thought as he passed Jin’s classroom, only to se him secretly giggling with his friends behind the teachers back.

A sudden bout of rage seized him and he just…acted, without thinking. Coming to a halt in the middle of the corridor, he looked down at his slight older yet shorter friend.

‘Promise me,’ he begun, gently holding the others hand, brushing his calloused thumb across the soft hands, marvelling at their pale colour and neat nails. It turns out Jin didn’t bite his nails when he got nervous, or at least not according to his hands.

‘Promise me,’ he continued, light desperation shinning in his eyes. It didn’t match his choice of black, overconfident clothing consisting of a black ripped tee, black ripped jeans and black ripped jean jacket. His too large boots stood apart, stance confident, contradicting in everyway how he truly felt.

‘Promise me,’ he whispered, a gently smile on his lips as he leaned down while simultaneously raised Jin’s hand to his mouth, ‘that’ll you’ll always be mine…’

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‘JIN, IF YOU DON’T HURRY, YOU’LL MISS YOUR BUS TO YOUR PART TIME!’ 21-year-old Namjoon cackled, swinging a set of keys from his finger, an idle smirk on his face. The duo, a brand-new couple of six years was living together. They attended the same university and studied the same subject; Philosophy Major and Music with Dance minor. Of course, as the boyfriend who wore pants in their relationship that begun many years ago, with an interrupted maths lesson, a rush of rage and a poor math teacher, Namjoon picked the major they were to study. Jin was eager to follow in the other’s footsteps, marvelling at his boyfriends high IQ.

When he had originally and briefly entertained the idea of studying Korean and Foreign Cuisine Studies, Namjoon quickly reminded him of their high school separated and with a few carefully implanted choice words, he had Seokjin quickly agreeing to the younger. Since then, they did everything from coursework to homework to partner projects together. For both, they moved out and lived together before living with anyone else. They shared everything together, including a bedroom. Namjoon preferred holding the shorter man close at night, laying gentle kisses on his shoulder and speaking of ancient philosophers, and the stories each on told.

In return, Jin would quietly listen like an obedient pet, falling more and more in love with Namjoon, grateful that all those years ago a certain kindergarten teacher had forcefully sat the duo together.

During the days, Jin would cook and clean and sometimes work his part time. His schedule was carefully planned to the minute, and each minute was accounted for. So, for him to slip up like today was unheard of.

He clattered down the stairs clumsily, a habit he picked up from Namjoon, rushing to the other. His jacket was half pulled on as he ran, slotting himself past his younger boyfriend, and out into the outside of their apartment complex. Hearing Namjoon lock the door to their house, he took the others hand as they walked to the bus stop. Jin would catch the bus to work, and Namjoon would walk a block and arrive at the library where he would study until it was time to pick Jin up and take him home.

Some days the duo would get takeout and watch cheesy movies and others they would cook home meals that reminded them of home and of their families, christmas’ and birthdays’ and other holidays with wide grins in their faces.

Namjoon might turn on the radio and slow dance in the kitchen with the other. Their love would reflect for the other in each other’s eyes, grins threatening to split their faces. In those moments of domestic bliss, they couldn’t ask for more.

At least, most of them. Some days Namjoon would get a text from the ‘studio’ and he’d have to go out. He’d get dressed in the fanciest clothes he saved for special occasions, and sneak past Jin, calling a hurried goodbye as he left.

He’d then catch the bus to the other side of town, walk a few streets and arrive at a different house each time. He wouldn’t leave for hours, only coming out in the early morning with rumbled, lipstick stained clothes.

Some days, Namjoon and Jin had the best moments of their lives, together in the security of their shared flat. Some days, Namjoon would have the best days of his life, fucking a new soul. Some days Jin would have the worst days of his life, staring at cold food until it got too late before heading to a cold empty room, letting a few tears slip into the quiet of his bed as his heart ached