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jungk0oksthighs · 2 years

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Over The Odds | The Contract

Pairing - jungkook x reader

Genre - angst, smut, ceo!jungkook, sugardaddy!jungkook

Word count - 4.5k

Being different to his usual sugar baby, you convince Jungkook to make some changes to his contract

warnings: drinking, swearing, bratty oc, degrading, being restrained, oral sex (f receiving), fingering

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“I really don’t see the problem, if I were you I would’ve signed it already. He’s hot and a monster in bed, what more could you ask for?” Jimin giggles, exposing his white teeth.

You’re both having a few beers on your sofa in your small, underwhelming shared accommodation as you go through the contract Jungkook forwarded to you three days ago. Truth is he expected you to sign and send it back by now but there are a few sections that need a little tweaking if you’re really going to commit to this lifestyle.

“Listen to this, baby must only be sexually active with daddy and have no other sexual partners in the time frame that she is contracted to him.” You snort at the cheek of this guy.

“Does he actually want you to call him daddy? That’s so hot.” Jimin gushes, dramatically fanning himself with his free hand, “What’s the problem with that? It’s not like you’ve fucked anyone else recently, and you definitely don’t need to now.”

Your lips purse unamused, “I know that, but it doesn’t say anything about his sexual activity, I’m not going to stay fully committed to him if he’s going to be whoring around yknow?”

“He doesn’t date Y/N, he’s obviously going to be whoring around.”

“Then it’s no deal, if I have to be exclusive to him I deserve to be prioritised in the same way.”

As the night progresses you and Jimin find yourself finding every flaw within the contract, fits of laughter fill the air along with some lo-fi playlist from Spotify and Jimin’s fruity vape clouds, your housemates were away travelling so thankfully you had the place to yourselves. Pulling out your phone you decide to contact Jungkook directly and tell him the deals off, no amount of money can get you to agree to some of this shit. He has to be joking. The line rings four times before going to voicemail, you sigh.

“I’m not leaving a message, fuck that.” You snort, “Oh well that’s the end of that! One night of mind-blowing sex and now it’s over.”

“Isn’t that what you wanted?” Jimin quirks a brow, “At least you got to have sex, I had to listen to Taehyung talk about work for two hours while you got fingered in the back of a limo.”

You cringe at his words, “You make it sound so dirty.”

“It is dirty Y/N, you’re fucking filthy and I love it!”

To this you laugh hysterically, you’re six maybe seven beers into your night and your best friend is swaying to the beat of the music, both of you well on your way to a bad hangover the next morning. From the corner of your eye you see your phone light up with a text message, Jimin also clocks this and snaps his fingers excitedly.

“Is that him?” He points to your screen, “What did he say?”

Jungkook: I’m in a meeting right now, everything okay?

“Tell him you’re not okay his fucking contract is stupid! No tell him you want to be his daddy!” Jimin cackles, “Wait no! Ask for a dick pic! I don’t believe it’s as big as you say it is.”

“Trust me I wouldn’t still be walking like I shit my pants if it wasn’t.” You throw your head back and laugh, feeling somewhat lightheaded from the alcohol.

Y/N: This contract needs editing if you still want me to do this, there’s something in here I’m not comfortable with

Within seconds your phone buzzes again,

Jungkook: I’ll have my driver pick you up in an hour and we can discuss this properly at my office

“Shit. He wants me to discuss this with him in person tonight.” Your hand covers your mouth quickly as you attempt to conceal the laughter that bubbles at the surface, “I’m way too drunk to talk about this tonight what do I say?”

“Tell him,” Jimin rushes to his feet as though he’s just thought of the idea of the century, “That you can’t tonight as you need an attorney present before you sign anything!”

“Brilliant!” You clap your hands together, squealing.

Y/N: Not tonight, need an attorney present if I’m gonna sign anything

“You’re a fucking genius Jimin, this is why we’re best friends.”

Jungkook: Taehyung is here, don’t worry about that

Turning your phone screen to Jimin his eyes widen in shock before he loses it, falling back onto the sofa in a fit of giggles, “Does he expect you to talk about this stuff in front of Taehyung?! About your sex life?”

“I think so? What do I do?!”

“Wait, wait I’ve got it.” Jimin raises a single finger for his eureka moment before taking your phone.

Y/N: Can’t leave Jimin sorry :)

You glance at the message before rolling your eyes, “That’s your bright idea? Really?”

Jungkook: Bring him. He’ll need to sign an NDA since he knows about us anyway

“Oh my god he wants you to sign a non-disclosure agreement.” You’re totally buzzed, head spinning with equal parts beer and Jungkook. Since you were probably going to be seeing him at his office tonight you decide to switch to water, wanting to sober up as much as possible.

How many times has Jungkook done this? He’s taking it more seriously than you anticipated – especially asking your best friend to sign an NDA, is he that ashamed of you?

When you eventually arrive at Jungkook’s office ninety minutes later you’re in awe of the building, constructed of mostly glass and the smell of fresh linen lingers throughout – Jimin walks beside you as a short blonde-haired man escorts you to where you need to be. You and Jimin had made a pact in the car, the same car Jungkook almost devoured you in one week ago, that you have to take whatever this is seriously. No laughing, no snide comments, only complete and utter professionalism. Thankfully the alcohol was wearing off with each passing moment.

“Thanks Yoongi.” Taehyung offers a small smile as he opens the glass door.

Suddenly you’re feeling underdressed in your flared black trousers and matching crop top, exposing an inch of skin around your middle and small arms. Taehyung is dressed to perfection of course, displaying a baby pink shirt tucked into chocolate brown slacks, his hair pushed back enough to reveal all of that perfectly symmetrical face of his.

Jimin noticeably stiffens beside you upon seeing the celebrity attorney, his Adams apple bouncing in his throat as he swallows. Giving that you were only supposed to be having a few drinks at your place tonight he too was dressed casually, wearing tight blue jeans and a pale grey oversized hoodie.

“Hi Taehyung,” Jimin is the first to speak, “Hi Jungkook…”

Your eyes fall to his sitting figure instantly, he’s at his desk in front of the large window, typing something on the computer before he notices your arrival. Jungkook stands to greet you both, gesturing to the two seats opposite him and Taehyung. Just when you think you couldn’t possibly be more attracted to him he decides to wear a fitted white dress shirt, tattoos threatening to escape from every angle, black slacks and his LV belt. He looks amazing, and here you are standing in a SHEIN co ord set you managed to get for cheap online.

“Hello Jimin,” Taehyung smirks as he takes the seat next to Jungkook at his desk, mindlessly flicking through paperwork. “Nice to see you again Y/N.”

“Likewise.” Is all you can manage to choke out, still fixated on the way Jungkook’s muscles flex beneath his clothes as he locks his computer, giving you his undivided attention.

“Hello Y/N.” Jungkook’s gaze is darkening with each passing moment, eyes hungrily raking the curves of your body which doesn’t go unnoticed by his best friend, you see him almost roll his eyes at Jungkook’s change in demeanour.

“Before we start I need you both to sign these,” Taehyung places two forms down on the desk titled NDA. “You can read through them as we go on but the short of it is basically neither of you will be allowed to discuss this meeting or your arrangement,” He zones in on you, “To anybody outside this room. You’ll be known as Jungkook’s girlfriend to the public and not his… Well, yknow.” He gives a boxy grin.

“What about my parents? What am I supposed to tell them if they see us together?” You furrow your brows, picking up a shining gold pen from the desk.

“Nobody beyond the four of us can know the truth, it would be too damning for his reputation.”

Glancing to your right you notice Jimin has already signed his NDA, he’s such a Yes Man, you know full well he has no intention of reading through the document either – instead he hangs on to every word spoken by Taehyung.

“Right…” You click your tongue.

“Remember you don’t have to do this Y/N, I’m not going to force you into anything. Only sign it if you want to do this.” Jungkook’s dark almond eyes are trained solely on you, a reassuring half-smile pulling his lips.

“I know but-, consider me intrigued.” You use his own words from the bar against him, shifting that smile into smirk from your soon to be fake boyfriend slash sugar daddy from across the table. You sign the document, realising it’s unlikely that your parents will ever meet Jungkook. You’re worrying about nothing.

“I understand you’d like to make some changes to the contract?” Taehyung puts on a pair of stylish thin silver-rimmed glasses, glancing down at another document in front of him.

“I’d like to work out the details with Jungkook,” You sigh, “Alone.”

To this Jimin suppresses a giggle next to you, Taehyung eyes you curiously over the top of his new glasses. From across the desk Jungkook’s tongue pops the inside of his cheek in a brief, not so successful attempt to rid himself of the smug smirk that’s still displayed on his lips.

“Okay then, Guk you can send me any changes to the contract tomorrow and I’ll have it filed.”

“Of course.” Jungkook clears his throat, nodding in agreement.

“In that case, Jimin,” Taehyung stands, “Shall we?”

And just like that you’re alone with the man offering to change your life forever, Taehyung and Jimin having left the large glass office. For a moment you did wonder where they were going, and if anything other than friendship was budding between the two men as they did act differently in front of each other. No, Jimin would’ve told you the second anything happened if that was the case. It’s Jungkook’s voice that pulls you from your thoughts, his tone serious and dripping with sex appeal.

“Come here.” He commands, and you quickly obey, walking round the desk to sit in the newly empty chair next to him. “No, come here.” He pats his thick thighs knowingly.

Sinking yourself onto his lap you smile, his cologne floods your nostrils as you drape your arms over his broad shoulders. “So there’s a couple things we need to change before-“

“Not yet.” He presses a soft kiss to your collarbone, his hands finding purchase on your tiny waist. “I have something for you first.”

“Oh yeah?” You mock, fingertips brushing his raven hair from his face. “Wouldn’t have anything to do with this would it?” You roll your hips against his crotch with a smug look, his cock beginning to harden beneath your weight.

Jungkook hums, his grip on your middle tightening, “Mmm you’re such a brat, as much as I’d love to bend you over my desk and fuck you senseless right now, it’s actually got nothing to do with that.”

“Oh.” You’re equal parts surprised and disappointed, being fucked on a big wooden desk in a CEO’s office sounds pretty good right now. Especially when he’s already underneath you looking like that. “What is it then?”

He opens the top drawer of the desk and pulls out a small yet long piece of thick white paper, “For last Friday.” Upon inspection what he’s passing to you is a cheque with your name on it, though the box where the number should be remains blank. “I had a great time with you baby.”

“Oh wow, a blank cheque?” You’re confused.

To this he chuckles, shaking his head in disbelief, “Mhm, pick a number and write it down.”

“What?” You’re vaguely offended, this exchange a strong reminder that you and him will be nothing more than a mere business endeavour to him. You feel like a modern day prostitute. “I don’t want your money, I chose to have sex with you.”

“Y/N I told you, I don’t date.” He pulls away to look at you, registering that you’re taken aback by the notion, “I want to help you, you’re going to be helping me with my public image so… I know you’re in debt and I have money, really it’s the least I can do.”

“I see. It’s just that I thought we agreed the other night was more of a try before you buy situation, no strings or money attached.”

“It was,” He hums in agreement, his lips slowly finding their way to your jaw to pepper the area with gentle kisses, “This is just a gift, for being so fucking amazing.” His words get lost in the skin of your neck.

“Okay...” You mumble, your body beginning to betray you as Jungkook’s kisses start to feel really good and make you go dizzy. “I really think we should lay down the law before,” You exhale in bliss, it’s hard to concentrate with his rock hard cock pushing into your clothed core, “Before anything else happens between us.”

“Understandable.” He clicks his tongue, finding the strength to pull away from your neck. “What changes need to be made? You said something made you uncomfortable?”

You clear your throat while you shift on his lap, “If I’m not allowed to sleep with other people, I don’t think you should be either.”

“What?” It’s his turn to be offended, his thick dark brows raised, “That sounds an awful lot like dating.”

“Mmm,” You roll your hips over his once more, smiling triumphantly as a throaty moan escapes him when you brush past his sensitive area, “But since we’re not dating, why can’t I sleep with other people? It’s hardly fair. If you can fuck someone else I should be allowed to get fucked by someone else too.”

“Okay, good point, I definitely don’t want anybody else fucking you,” He pauses, “Done. I won’t sleep with any other women for as long as we’re doing this. But you have start taking contraception, I don’t care which type do whatever’s best for you and your body, but we need to be using something other than just condoms.” His palms make their way down to the curve of your ass, palming the cheeks roughly. “If I’m only going to be fucking you, I plan on fucking you a lot. Can’t risk you getting pregnant.”

“Fine,” You grind down on him again, his head lolls back against his office chair, “I was going to start taking the pill again anyways.”

“Again?” His eyes fly open, “Such a dirty slut, has somebody fucked your tight little pussy bareback before?”

“Mhm,” You’re smiling at the fact he’s clearly jealous, “Maybe one day I’ll let you do it.” You’re wriggling in rhythm on top of his core, clothes the only barrier between your blazing bodies.

His gaze darkens at this, “Such a fucking tease. What else?”

“I need at least 24 hours-notice before an event, or date, or anything public. You can’t just spring it on me out of nowhere.”

“Done. I need you to stop being such a fucking brat.” He roughly grabs your hips in an attempt to still your movements, his eyes hooded and blown out with lust. “I’ll come in my pants if you keep doing that.”

Ignoring him you continue to move as you dish out your terms, “And the monthly rolling thing, what does that even mean?”

“Irrelevant.” Jungkook’s marking your collarbone with lewd open-mouthed kisses, “I want to make my own change to the contract, normally I do this on a month by month basis but…”

“But?” Your fingers mindlessly tug on his locks as you pull him back and force him to look at you, “But what?”

“I want you for one year.” He confesses with a heaving chest, hands exploring your curves, he’s clearly getting more and more worked up and you’re loving every second of it. “It’s about time people saw me in a long term relationship.”

“Hmm,” While the idea of being with Jungkook for a whole year makes your heart swell with something unknown, you can’t help but feel as though this might be a bad idea. It’s an idea you start rapidly warming to when he pulls your face down to meet his.

He kisses you messy and desperate as though he’s trying to convince you to agree to this new term, and it’s working. Playfully he nibbles your lower lip and pulls it back, a shit-eating grin hot against you when you shamelessly moan at his movements. You’re grinding down on him again, this time adding more pressure as you drag your core from side to side over his throbbing cock. He pulls away, his lips kiss-swollen and stained with lip gloss.

“So you’ll do this? For one year, with me?” He pants, somewhat distracted by the way you’re riding his clothed cock.

“Yes, I will. But there’s one other thing... Do I have to call you daddy?” You quirk a brow, voice low and sultry.

To this he shakes his head gently, though his profile remains contorted with pleasure, “I like the way you say my name when I fuck you, but we can always try it one day if you’re curious.”

“Maybe I am a little curious,” You admit, looking down at him through long eyelashes, “Why don’t you fuck me on your desk right now daddy?”

A pained groan escapes the man, his head falling back onto his chair while he looks you up and down in awe, “You really are a brat aren’t you? You want daddy to fuck you in his office hm? You’re lucky it’s almost 10 and nobody else is in the building.”

“I’d still want you to fuck me here even if the building was full.” You playfully shrug, there’s something equal parts sexy and amusing about being such a tease where your new fake boyfriend is concerned, he’s so easy to wind up you’ve noticed.

A possessive growl rumbles in his chest as he stands, picking you up in the process and sitting you atop of the desk. Electricity sparks inside you as he pushes your legs apart and stands between them, his inked fingertips slowly dragging themselves up your inner thighs. Your head is already spinning, the familiar sensation of paradise approaching and he hasn’t even touched you yet.

“You’re amazing,” He chuckles against your lips as they crash down to yours in another desperate kiss. The thing with Jungkook is that every time he kisses you it’s as though he’s treating it like it will be the last, or like you’re the last two people on Earth and nothing else matters. You hate to admit it but every time he kisses you, you’re getting more and more attached to the way this feels. “May I?” He twangs the waistband of your flares, and you quickly respond, nodding quickly.

Just like that you’re sitting on his the wooden desk naked from the waist down, your wet core hot against the cool surface while Jungkook is once again fully clothed. You reach up to his dress shirt, managing to free two of the top buttons before he bats your hand away, keeping a firm grip on your wrists with one hand as he unbuckles his belt with the other. It’s when he removes the belt completely and lifts it to your hands you realise what’s about to happen.

“Are you going to tie me up?” You tuck your bottom lip between your teeth suppressing a moan, one whole year of this didn’t seem so bad after all.

“Is that okay?” He asks, completely stilling his movements until you nod. “Use your words.”

“Yes daddy.” You’re testing your luck now and you know it, his gaze darkens at your words and something snaps inside him. He quickly rids you of your crop top, exposing your bare breasts and ties your wrists together with his designer belt.

“Lay down.” He instructs, not bothering to remove the documents from the table before your back is flat against them. Your elbows sit either side of your head, forearms and hands dangling off the edge of the desk above your head. From this angle your tits are propped up on sinful display, legs spread exposing your naked core – everything available to him. You peer round the room quickly, it’s constructed almost entirely from glass, if anybody did come to the office right now they would see you tied up on top of stacks of paperwork, about to get fucked by their boss. You whimper at the mere thought of it.

“Fuck me, please.” You beg, gyrating your hips to try and find any friction where you need it the most. You watch him sit back down in his chair and your stomach drops. “What the fuck? Why are you sitting—Oh my god.” You mewl.

Jungkook licks a flat stripe from your sopping entrance straight to your throbbing clit, winning you to cry out from the sudden stimulation. You feel him smirk against your womanhood and you playfully kick his broad shoulder in retaliation. He chuckles, zoning his mouth onto the sensitive bundle of nerves as he starts to eat you out.

Just when you think this man can’t get any better in bed he proves you wrong, his tongue wet and hard against you as he picks up the pace until you’re a writhing mess in front of him. At some point he throws your legs over his shoulders and drags you to the edge of the desk, your dripping pussy bearing down on the man’s mouth, your arousal coating his clean-shaven face and chin as he buries his face where you want it most.

“Fuck!” You moan repeatedly, unashamed of how good this feels.

Two fingers threaten your entrance, you can feel the digits dipping in and out of the area without ever going inside, your back arches in a state of complete euphoria as you really concentrate on the feeling of him eating your pussy. Everything is pressed against you, his multitalented lips, the bend of his nose, his chin, he’s treating you as though you’re his last meal and you’re close to seeing stars.

“That feel good baby?” His words are quiet, almost getting lost in the noise of your soaking heat against his tongue, “You like it when daddy eats this pretty little cunt?”

“Yes…” You gasp, “Oh god yes…” You’re so turned on, whole body ablaze as he continues his ministrations against you.

“You taste so fucking good.” He sucks your clit harshly, earning you to groan, “I could eat your pussy all day.”

“Fuck-, daddy…” You’re a whimpering mess, body jolting and jumping as your high approaches quickly.

“So fucking dirty,” He hums against you, “Coming to my office and begging for me to fuck you, such a slut,” His words fade into white noise, you’re shaking with ecstasy when he unceremoniously plunges two tattooed fingers inside you.

“Jungkook!” You shriek, your back fully lifting form the desk, your breasts high in the cool air, earning your nipples to harden.

“That’s it baby say my name,” He’s fucking in and out of you in perfect sync with the movements of his mouth, moaning against your flesh as you hips buckle into his face, “Say my fucking name.” He sucks your sensitive area particularly hard and you scream something that sounds like his name between gasps for air, he groans in approval, “Fuck my face baby, use my face to get yourself off.”

You quickly obey his request and begin thrusting upward, the sound of your slickness being stretched with another finger fills the air. It’s because of this you’re suddenly coming all over his face and fingers, whimpering on the desk as he slows down and your climax fades to bliss. Panting for air you whine at the loss of contact when he pulls away from you, now standing between your legs with a glistening face.

“You look so hot right now, fuck,” He leans down and grips your bound hands, pulling you up to a sitting position while he unties you, “Get dressed.”

“What? But what about-“

“I don’t bring condoms to the office, you’re gonna have to wait until we get to my apartment.”

You nod, you can’t help but feel a little disappointed but thankfully the rational side of your brain does the thinking for you, grabbing your discarded clothes and quickly putting them on. “Where’s the bathroom? I need to clean up…”

“Not happening,” A puff of air escapes his nostrils, “You’re going to stay like that so I can fuck you as soon as we get home.”

“Home?” You snort, “Let’s at least have a meal together before you start calling it that.”

To this his signature smirk tugs his shiny lips, “Can’t say I’m hungry, I already ate.”

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sugamoonv · 5 years

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I’ll Still Stay

Hello! Can I please request a Poly!Mate Hybrid!BTS OT7 x Mate human!female reader imagine where she goes to the shelter, planning on adopting one hybrid, but then when she sees how badly the poor hybrids are treating, she ends up bringing home 7 hybrids (BTS). BTS are all each other’s mate and see that she’s there mate too. She takes care of them and they take care of her, lots of love to go around! All 8 fall in love! They are all very protective of her + hugs + kisses + cuddles and love.💜🤟

Pairings: Hybrid!BTS x Reader/ OT7 x Reader

Word Count: 4k

Preface: Wolf Hybrid!Namjoon / Rottweiler Hybrid!Jimin / Siamese Hybrid!Yoongi / Golden Retriever Hybrid!Taehyung / Bear Hybrid!Jin / Bunny Hybrid!Jungkook / Red Fox Hybrid!Hoseok

A.N: I know this took a while, so I hope it’s good. I may have turned this request into a gateway for a series/multipart because I love poly hybrid fics. So yeah- here’s the first installment.

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“I’m going to adopt a hybrid.”

Your friend's eyes widen and they scramble as they get out of their chair to follow you.

“Wait, what? Now?!”

“Yeah. Why Not?” you look at Hoshi with innocent eyes as you grab your jacket from the hanger rack in the entrance of the office you work in. Small conversations and the clicking of keyboards play over yours’ and Hoshi’s conversation.

“Because we’re still at work? And you literally just decided you wanted a hybrid. Are you even ready for one?”

The company you worked for paid its employees well, especially those that specialized in specific sectors. You and Hoshi worked in public relations and as younger employees, you were in charge of helping create ads that appealed to your age group. It was a difficult company to get hired into and was still competitive while working, but was one of the most lucrative jobs available where you lived, and because of this, that meant that most of the people here had lots of disposable money. A majority of them eventually decided their extra money would be best going to getting a hybrid and now you were joining the ranks.

“Chill. I haven’t used any sick days in months, so I doubt they’re really going to get mad if I leave early today,” you negate as you shrug on your jacket. “Vernon told me about this really nice adoption center he got Dino at and he said that lately, they’ve been getting a lot of hybrids. So I figured I might as well go now.”

Hoshi sucks in air between his teeth. “Fine, but if you get in trouble with Mark, that’s on you-”

“Obviously.”

Hoshi’s eyebrows straighten as he tilts his head and gives you a deadpan look. “IF you really are serious about this, there’s a couple of non-profit shelters that you can go to too. And I’ve been hearing that a lot of people are putting their hybrids up for adoption to get new ones. Go to one of the shelters and save money by adopting a hybrid. It’s going to be better considering you’ve never had a hybrid before and the hybrids at the shelters won’t need as much adjusting to having an owner.”

It was true. The adoption centers that typically ran for profit offered hybrids that were fresh out of training school and had never had an owner before. There were even a few places that had hybrids under 18 for adoption for those that weren’t able to conceive and wanted to raise a child.

You nod, “Gotcha,’”.

You beam at Hoshi, “Next time you see me, I’m going to be a hybrid owner.”

“I’m already praying for the hybrid.”

You slightly glance at the GPS mounted to the dashboard of your car as it gives you the next direction. You still had put in the address from the place Vernon recommended but as you pulled up to the red light, Hoshi’s advice mulled about in your head. You tapped your fingers on the steering wheel before curling them around the wheel and squeezing. You stared at the GPS screen, gnawing on your bottom lip.

You jump as the person behind you lays on their horn, tearing you away from your inner thoughts. The light has turned green and the lane beside you has already cleared so you press on the gas. There’s a small gas station that you pull into. You ignore your GPS repeatedly telling you to make a U-turn as you search for the nearest adoption center and upon finding one, you input the new address into the GPS and begin driving again.

From first glance you can tell this place doesn’t have much funding. The parking lot is all gravel and the grass away from the actual building is overgrown and has been left to its own devices. In the lot, the large adoption building stands alone with its dull paint, broken concrete sidewalk, and faded wooden pillars, making it look lonely. There are only a few other cars parked alongside you, most likely the employees.

The receptionist looks as though this is the last place when you walk into the building. There’s a man in a stained, muscle shirt waiting in the seated area. His stomach slightly pouches and the skin visible shows the sun and age has not been favorable to him.

“Can I help you?” The receptionist has noticed your presence and addresses you.

You give a polite smile and step up to the desk. “Hi. I’m looking to adopt.”

The receptionist clicks on their computer, “Do you have an appointment?”

“Oh! Uh- No, I don’t.” You try to sound positive though you’re sure the dismay sneaks into your voice.

“Okay, that’s fine. Go have a seat and someone will be out shortly,” they say all without taking their eyes off of the computer screen.

You twist your upper body to look at the seats where the man is. The building itself is huge, but most of the space must be dedicated to housing the hybrids because there are only at most ten chairs bunched together.

The sound from your heels on the linoleum floor draws the man’s attention to you and you ignore the way his eyes scan over you. You nearly bolt out of the door to go to upscale hybrid adoption center like you originally planned, but the corkboard on the wall with pictures of hybrids smiling with their owners as they’re freshly adopted catches your eye and you hesitantly sit.

The man sighs and shifts in his seat. “How much longer are they going to be?” he loudly calls out to the receptionist.

“It shouldn’t be too much longer.”

“Bastards took my damn hybrid and I’m trying to get him back.”

You peek up from your phone to see that the man is talking to you. Your cheeks blush and you shuffle back in the chair and cross your right leg over the left. “I’m sorry.”

He rubs his hand over his face, “Yeah, been waiting for a little over an hour and they still have yet to bring him out.”

It’s twenty minutes before anyone comes into the waiting room. At the door opening, both you and the man looked over to see two guards escorting a hybrid out. The man stands and speedily walks over to them. The hybrid flinches in the guards' hold but says nothing as the man throws his arms over his shoulders and pulls him into a hug.

You’re too distracted to see the woman standing by your chair at first. When you finally so take notice of her, she gives you a kind smile and holds out a hand for you to shake.

“Hello. You’re here to adopt?”

You nod.

“Fantastic! If you just follow me to the back, I’m going to ask you a few questions and have you fill out some paperwork and then I can show you some hybrids.”

You gather your jacket and bag from the chair next to the one you were sitting in and follow behind her.

Nervous energy bubbles in your chest as you hear the chatter from the hybrids growing louder as the woman leads you into the housing section of the center. The rooms are set up in rows, similar to a prison where you can look into the rooms through the glass windows in the door. As you glance in the rooms, you mainly see the hybrids laying in their bed, finding ways to busy themselves. You stop when you reach a portion that opens up to accommodate lunchroom style tables and two food serving stations and sit at one of the tables, the metal cool beneath your legs.

“So, most of the hybrids we have here are older but we do have a few in your age range.” The woman shuffles through a pile of paper shes brought with her. “Is gender something important to you?”

“Um, no.”

“Oh that's good!” the woman seems relieved. “I will go get the first hybrid for you.”

You watch her walk off, left alone at the table with the papers. Part of you is curious to see what is written on them but you know it’s not your place to creep. Instead, you get up from the bench and walk to one side of the room to glance into the bunks. There are a few that are empty and as you walk down the line, the hybrids in the room, at most, glance at you passively before returning to their book or falling back asleep. All but one.

His hair is pitch black and it weren’t for his tail, you would be questioning if he was even a hybrid because his ears blend in with the rest of his hair. You can tell his hair is knotted and the plain clothes on him are baggy and loose. As you look in, he turns in his bed from having his knees to hugged into his chest to having one hanging off and the other tucked under him. The breath is knocked from you when you see how beautiful he is; a button nose paired with plush lips, round cheeks, and almond eyes.

His head tilts as he observes you back and he carefully steps from the bed and walks to the window. Your heart starts racing when his face comes directly in front of the window so the only thing separating you is the smudged glass. His eyes widen and he brings a hand up to the window, pressing his palm into it and you see his ears perk up.

“Y/N?”

You’re head snaps in the direction from which you’re called and you lower your hand. The woman’s returned and standing next to her is a hybrid. The hybrid’s hair is as dark as the hybrid’s you were just looking at, though this one’s ears stand straight from his head and have a slight point rather than drooping flat. You can also see the hybrid’s long tail behind him as he keeps his head down. You look back when there’s a whimper from the hybrid in the room you’re walking away from and when you look back at the hybrid being presented to you, he’s looking directly at you.

“This is Min Yoongi. He is a Siamese, twenty-six, and he’s had three previous owners. He IS older than you but I believe he should be a good fit for your particular lifestyle.”

You watched Yoongi the entire time the woman was speaking and couldn’t help but notice the way his jaw clenched at the mention of his previous owners. His tail was also rapidly swishing back and forth, slow enough for you to catch a glimpse of a bald patch on the underside.

“Hi, I’m Y/N,” you politely smile at Yoongi. His eyes are transfixed on yours and despite his wide pupils showing his excitement, he keeps a scowl on his face.

“His name is Jimin.” Yoongi carefully watches as your brows furrow in confusion. “The hybrid you were talking to, his name is Park Jimin.”

“Min Yoongi, that’s enough,” the woman interjects through gritted teeth.

“If you’re going to adopt a hybrid, adopt him, or Jungkook or Taehyung. Not me,” Yoongi says with complete conviction and at the mention of Jimin, you look over your shoulder at the door to said hybrid’s bunk. Now that you listen closely, you can hear a quiet whimpering coming from his direction.

“Min Yoongi!” The woman explosively reaches out and yanks on Yoongi’s ear. He loudly yelps and scurries on the bench away from her and the whimpering from the door becomes louder as Jimin begins kicking the door.

“Hey!” You’re half standing in the bench now, leaning your body over the table as you try to put your arm in front of Yoongi as protection.

Footsteps indicate that a few guards are approaching and one has taken to banging on Jimin’s door with a baton as a warning. Yoongi’s eyes are focused behind you on Jimin’s door but as two guards grow closer to you, his lips pull up in a snarl, ears completely flat against his head and the hair on his tail standing straight up.

“Stay away from them,” Yoongi hisses.

And they do. The guards instead walk around the table and roughly grab each of Yoongi’s arms and hoist him up before beginning to drag him off. You lock eyes with Yoongi as he looks back at you, getting further away but you’re too in shock to interject and a few moments after he’s gone from sight, you hear the slamming of a door.

The woman clears her throat, “I apologize for him. I thought he had learned that he should never try to sway potential owners but it seems I was wrong. He’s usually not aggressive and we will make sure he never behaves in that manner again.”

You just now look at her.

She smooths her clothes as though she was the one dragged off. “Now, I have another hybrid I can show you and I can assure you that he will be far more pleasant-”

“I want to see Jungkook and Taehyung,” you cut her off with a steely gaze.

Her lips thin and her nostrils flare. “Jungkook and Taehyung are both unavailable due to some misconduct, but we do have some other lovely hybrids. If you are interested in adopting in pairs, I can show you our predator hybrids, Seokjin, and Namjoon who are both mature and would also be a good fit for your home.”

You chew on the inside of your cheek as you contemplate your next move. Yoongi seemed so concerned about the two hybrids but the woman is most likely not going to give in and allow you to see them, and she’s the only one here that can ensure you don’t walk out of here alone. One last glance at Jimin’s door to see him shyly looking through the window quells any doubts you have that make you want to leave. If you were able to help one hybrid leave this place, then you felt that was worth it, and so you nod.

There are far more guards in the section that the predator hybrids are housed in. There are also bars on the windows of their doors and instead of the conversations you overheard in the last place, it’s deadly silent.

The woman gestures to the guards standing by the door and the one by the handle pounds on the door twice with his fist before opening it. One hybrid is sitting at a small desk with a book in his hands and the other is standing behind him and turns from the window looking outside to you as you walk in. Both of the hybrids ears perk up as their eyes scan over you.

As soon as you fully step into the room, there’s a series of clicks and grunts coming from the older looking hybrid with the round ears and stubbed tail. He lowers his head and steps away from you before completely lowering himself to the ground. Your eyes are on him so you don’t see the other hybrid until he bumps his body into yours, sending you stumbling and he follows to nuzzle his nose into your neck. A bright red colors your cheeks and your heart leaps into your throat.

“It seems they’ve both taken a liking to you.” The woman’s tone somehow sounds sarcastic. “The wolf hybrid is Namjoon,” she flicks her hand at the hybrid now whining into your neck, “and the bear is Seokjin.”

Namjoon becomes lost in his own ministrations and grabs your waist to pull you closer causing you to gasp in shock and the for the guards to come into the room. At the sight of them, Jin begins huffing and stands, puffing out his chest to seem bigger.

“Why don’t we go look at some other hybrids?”

Jin makes a deep noise in the back of his throat that sounds similar to a growl when the guards step forward and pry Namjoon from you. Namjoon bares his teeth at them and his ears lower back but he remains compliant. Both of their eyes are pleading as you follow the woman back out of the room and you find yourself feeling guilty for walking away from another hybrid.

The next room is right next door to Namjoon’s and Jin’s, though there’s only one person occupying the space.

The orange haired hybrid doesn’t look up when you enter the room, focusing on folding the white clothes perfectly. His room is the cleanest you’ve seen so far, both of the beds are made and the sheets are straightened so there are no wrinkles and the pillows are fluffed, his tennis sneakers are tucked neatly next to his desk which has a neat stack of papers on top, pencils lying to the side.

“This is our red fox hybrid, Hoseok. He would normally have a roommate, but we had to let the other hybrid go, unfortunately.”

Hoseok lifts his head at the woman talking and his whole body stiffens. His hands pause folding mid-air as he assesses the situation with a cautious demeanor. He’s intimidating, even when his face breaks out into a grin and he bounces over to you.

His large hands cup yours and bring them up between your bodies. “Are you here to adopt?!” Hoseok’s eyes light up as he excitedly asks you the question. His personality is infectious so you find that despite the way your heart pounds in your chest, you’re smiling along with him.

“I am.”

If it’s even possible, Hoseok’s smile grows larger. The glow of his skin and the whiteness of his teeth are almost blinding.

Hoseok brings your hand up to his face and leaves a few gentle nips on the inside of your wrist. “You’ve already met Yoongi, Jin, and Namjoon.” You feel his lips curl upwards on the delicate skin of your wrist. “If you don’t adopt me, I hope you adopt one of them,” he stares into your eyes with a soft intensity.

You swallow heavily and you pray that he doesn’t feel your hands becoming clammy. You faintly hear the woman call out Hoseok’s name in warning but both of you ignore her as you keep your eyes locked. And at long last, you exhale a shaky breath and gently remove your wrist from Hoseok’s hand and look away. Your cheeks feel warm so you’re sure he can tell the effect he has on you.

“Hoseok has had three previous owners. The last was actually an instructor at a well-known dance academy, so he is technically trained if you’re looking for a hybrid that’s able to provide entertainment for yourself or any guests you may have.”

The woman gives you the rundown of Hoseok’s past like she’s done with every hybrid you’ve seen. Namjoon and Jin have both only had one owner and were put up for adoption because they were getting too old. You’ve spent nearly four hours listening to her speak about different hybrids and following her from room to room, and though your heart goes to all of the hybrids you’ve seen, only Yoongi, Hoseok, Namjoon, Jin, Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook stay on your mind, even though you haven’t met the former two.

You stare at the single adoption form in front of you pinned to the clipboard in your lap, pen in your hand. The main lobby is empty and there’s a different receptionist than the one from when you arrived. The setting sun casts the chairs in a golden hue. Most of the form is filled out though your pen hovers above the line asking for the name of the hybrid.

You rest the pen in your fingers and look up from the paper, eyebrows upturned and you continuously glance over at the receptionist working before you make your decision and walk over to them.

“Hi! All set?” the receptionist pleasantly asks.

“Uh-” you place your elbow onto the tall desk and gingerly scratch the bridge of your nose, “No actually. Is there a way I can get six more adoption forms?”

A single person is legally allowed to own up to twelve hybrids at a time.

The receptionist's eyes widen. “Umm, I’m...not...sure,” they answer uncertain, “Let me go talk to my boss and I’ll get back to you, okay?”

“There’s no need to do that,” you muster up a smile to seem convincing, “We already talked about it and said it would be alright.”

The receptionist hesitantly sits back down, looking warily at you and for a second, you think that they’re able to see through your bluff but luck is on your side because they spin to the filing cabinet and pull out extra adoption papers to your request. You quietly thank them and rush back to your chair to fill them out.

The sun had completely set by the time the receptionist puts all of the paperwork you filled out through the system and now you wait impatiently for your hybrids to be escorted to you. Your leg bounces nervously and your eyes never once leave the door. You hold your breath when the door clicks as it’s opened.

Jimin is the first to walk through the door, his tail wagging fast behind him and he slips from the guards escorting him and jogs over to you. His cheeks swell with the smile he has on his face. He hugs your entire arm to his chest and rests his cheek on your shoulder.

The others were in single file behind him, starting with Yoongi and then a hybrid with pure blonde hair, Jin, Namjoon, Hoseok, and finally a bunny hybrid with large ears and hazelnut brown hair. What baffles you is the handcuffs around the wrists of the bunny hybrid. You curiously watch as one of the guards removes the cuffs and the hybrid rubs his wrist and rolls them to crack them. There’s a faint brush of pink upon his cheekbones and his ears twitch when he looks at you and he shuffles so he’s half hiding behind Hoseok.

Yoongi’s looking at you in shock and you find him completely adorable with the way his eyes are big and vulnerable and how his lips form a pout. Namjoon’s tail is wagging behind him yet his face is neutral and Jin steps beside him, lips pressed together to contain his smile. The blonde hybrid that you’re not sure is Taehyung or Jungkook, has a scowl on his face but one ear is raised in interest.

“Ready to go to your new home?” You try to not let your nerves seep through your voice. Jimin’s tail thumps on the back of your leg.

“Did you really adopt all of us?” Yoongi is scared and hopeful all at once. You’re standing in front of him, one of his loves latched to your side and your sweet scent faintly mixes with Jimin’s and Namjoon’s before meeting his nose. He can tell the others are just as affected as him because he’s only ever seen them react the same when they met each other upon first arriving in the shelter.

“If that’s alright with you?”

You’re terrified. You have no idea if they will get along; if they even know each other. As your heart starts racing and your throat closes up, Taehyung bounds over to you at Jimin whining, a similar noise being vocalized.

Taehyung has his ears lowered and tail tucked in submission in front of you, peeking up at you with big eyes. You want to feel the locks on his head despite the tangles and flecks of dirt, the wavier hair that covers his ears. You’re not given a choice because Taehyung nudges his head into your stomach and your hand reflexively comes up to Taehyung’s head as one foot goes back to catch you.

“Please take me home.”

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cupofteaguk · 5 years

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rewrite the stars for the wip game??

yes!!! rewrite the stars is my roommate/single parent au (here’s the intro if you’re curious about it!!!!) but it’s a multipart series i’m working on, hence which is why it’s on the wip list!!!!!

i want to post a little preview for you guys, but i don’t want to spoil what’s coming up TOO much:::

Among the playing children is a little girl of sunshines and rainbows—almost literally too, because her shirt has a rainbow print in which both ends of the arch are enveloped in the softest of white clouds. Her bright yellow socks with the little sunshines dancing across the fabric contrast with the black of her leggings, her movements a mess of twirls and skipping amongst the grass. It’s movement that stops immediately once she fixes her big doe eyes on him. It is eyes that crinkle in the corner at the wide smile that graces her features.

She’s dashing towards him. “Uncle Jungkook!” She screams, bounding towards him and he momentarily frets that she might trip at the speed at which she is trying to reach him, but she does not trip and Jungkook catches her into his arms when she more-or-less throws herself at him. Jungkook lifts her up, spins her around once to hear the giggles that make his heart sing, before he reaches her comfortably at his hip.

“Hey princess,” Jungkook greets, a smile with nose scrunches and eye crinkles overtaking his own face. The little girl in his arm brightens at the nickname; it’s one of her favorites. “How was school?”

“Good!” She exclaims with an enthusiastic nod of her head. After a moment, she tilts her head to the side. “Where’s my mommy?”

Jungkook gently sets her down on the ground and kneels before her. “Your mommy is a little busy at work, but we’ll see her in a little bit, okay?”

Something flickers in Elaine’s eyes, a look that someone of her age and expected carefree nature should not possess at all—almost like she knows exactly why you’re running late—but that distant flicker of sadness is gone as quickly as it had come.

Still, the sight makes Jungkook frown lightly, just enough to reach forward and gently tap her on the bridge of her nose. “Your mommy is fine—don’t be too sad, okay?” He ruffles her hair. “How about I take you to the store with me? I’ll buy you some candy.”

> WIP GAME

#replied #anon

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serendipityrecs · 5 years

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to read: multiple members

💕 = at the top of my list to read next

one shots >10k

across a lifetime - taehyung + jungkook

bad guys - yoongi + jungkook

💕 blue side - seokjin + jimin

catharsis - jungkook + jimin

from eden - yoongi + hoseok

gingerbread house - jimin + jungkook

hard harder - namjoon + hoseok + taehyung

protection - taehyung + jungkook

💕 ribbons - jimin + jungkook

sate - taehyung + jungkook

💕 sated - ot7

s(ex) calling - seokjin + jimin

slowdance on the inside - taehyung + jungkook

subject 237 - seokjin + taehyung

one shots <10k

attention - namjoon + hoseok

criminal - namjoon + yoongi + jungkook

don’t bother - ot7

i’m down - taehyung + jungkook

red door, yellow door - hoseok + seokjin

want you too - taehyung + jungkook

series

artificially inclined - maknae line

bad guy - seokjin + yoongi + hoseok

blood magic - maknae line

business - taehyung + jungkook

charmolypi - hoseok + namjoon + jungkook + seokjin

💕 colors - maknae line, ot7

dead leaves - yoongi + jimin

a drop of heaven - ot7

the doms next door - taeyung + jungkook

ethereal orbit - ot7

garden - hoseok + jimin

gods and monsters 1 | 2 - jungkook + taehyung

it takes two to make a thing go right - taehyung + jungkook

like i would - hoseok + jimin

lip gloss - ot7

knife’s edge - jimin + jungkook

legacy - maknae line

loveless - ot7

mr. min - yoongi + jungkook

nymphet garden - ot7

one-time thing - rapline

perfect man - namjoon + jungkook

physcom - ot7

piece by piece - hoseok + seokjin

the roommate - maknae line

the singularity theory - yoongi ft. taehyung

spectator sport - hoseok + yoongi + namjoon

💕 tessellate 01 | 02 - hoseok + jungkook

though shall not steal - ot7

when the night comes - jimin + taehyung

when you least expect it - taehyung + jungkook

winter court - taehyung + jungkook

series currently reading

change - taehyung + jungkook (5/10)

crazy rich asians (2/?)

florescence - hybrid!jin + hybrid!tae (6/?)

satisfy - seokjin + namjoon + taehyung (3/?)

taken at dusk - hoseok + jungkook (1/?)

them? they’re both mine - taehyung + jungkook (6/?)

one shot series / multipart fics in a series / collabs

laws of love - ot7

love yourself: the collab - ot7

mafia aus - ot7

slayer - ot7

smooth criminals - ot7

tales of greyria

working man bangtan - ot7

you never shop alone - ot7

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jungk0oksthighs · 2 years

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To Be Damned | The 7 Deadly Sins

Chapter 1, Adjustment

Pairing - jungkook x reader

Genre - angst, slow burn, eventual fluff, smut

Word count - 7.5k

multipart series, multimember series, college au, fantasy au, demon!jungkook

Warnings - mentions of alcohol, pot, light swearing

It was the final day of September, four weeks deep in college and you were finally starting to adjust to the lifestyle. It was nice to have a distraction, to take your mind away from everything wrong with the world - even if only for a few hours per day. It was nice. College was structured much better than high school ever was, and you found comfort in the unfamiliar faces of strangers, you were no longer that girl who’s mom and grandma died in that fire. You were just a girl.

When October 31st comes round it will have been two years since your mom and grandmas passing. A sick, sadistic joke that their lives were claimed by death on the evening of Halloween. It felt like it happened only yesterday, you remember clear as day receiving that devastating phone call from your father, telling you to get to the hospital immediately. Of course life being as unfair as it is, by the time you and your younger brother Jay made it there, it was too late. No goodbye, no explanation, no nothing. Your mom had been visiting your grandma to drop off some groceries when the whole house set ablaze. Firefighter officials were baffled, they couldn’t depict the source of the fire despite countless experts trying their best to give you and the little remaining family you had a shred of comfort. Of course there were no answers in the end, no comfort, no explanation. It was a classic tale of an unsolved mystery, at least that’s how most people would describe it, it must have been an exhilarating conversation starter for those who weren’t directly involved.

For you, it was a nightmare.

Still by some miracle you got the grades you needed to be welcomed into Thornheart college, something you’d had your heart set on for a very long time. Your mom had been a history major there too, having somewhat of a fascination with the local folklore, dating right back to the alleged witch trials. Attending the same institution she did, studying the same subject, it made you feel close to her during difficult times.

Jay had been a royal pain in the ass recently, completely acting out and spiralling straight into his friend’s sheds to smoke pot every single night, and when that didn’t numb his pain – alcohol did. He used to be such a good kid, there were only three years between you both so you’d always been close. But that’s the funny thing about grief, it makes you push people away, even the people who love you the most. The last two years had been a disaster for your brother, and you were the one left to pick up the pieces. Your dad worked away a lot on business so 9 times out of 10 you were the sole adult in the home, and boy was it mentally, physically and emotionally exhausting.

“I’ll have a latte please, skimmed milk, 2 shots of espresso and 2 shots of sugar free vanilla syrup.” You watched the young barista struggle to fit your order on side of the coffee cup, he probably thought you were a picky millennial and you guessed that were true. Perhaps you just liked your beverages to reflect the rest of your life. Complicated.

You were ten minutes early to your morning history lecture, even though most seats were vacant you slumped down into your usual spot – right at the back of the classroom, closest to the window that looked onto the main sports field yet furthest away from the other students. It’s not that you were unsocial, in fact you were often described as an outgoing, free-spirited person. Fun to be around. It was the simple fact that you actually wanted to learn, history had always been your favourite subject and you didn’t want any distractions.

“Is this seat taken?” A low, sultry yet polite voice asked, earning you to snap your head away from the window.

Of all the available seats in the room he had to ask if the one physically right next to, practically on top of you, was taken. Smiling through the unexpected social anxiety you shook your head, winning your fellow classmate to sit down beside you. You’d seen him on campus a few times, and remembered him from the local bar a few weeks ago. He’d introduced himself to you as Jungkook, before you’d cut him off and threatened his friend who’d gripped your wrist as you walked by their table. Asshole.

Generally speaking you didn’t think very much of the male race, you’d had a couple of flings in high school but nothing ever serious. Truth be told men annoyed you, their presence, the way some of them felt entitled to women, as though women owed them a damn thing. You just didn’t care for healthy relationships, or any kind of relationship, you were the kind of girl that went home with a guy after the club and never called him again. And let’s be honest, that’s what most guys would’ve wanted anyway.

In your peripherals you could see Jungkook staring in your direction, something he did often when the two of you crossed paths, subtlety wasn’t exactly his forte. Most girls would welcome his gaze with open arms, or open legs, he was a very handsome guy. He was a little older than you, you figured, maybe mid-twenties, he was well over 6ft and as muscular as a Calvin Klein model, he did not look like a typical history major. On the days you’d seen him wearing short sleeves you’d noticed his arms were covered with tattoos, his knuckles and fingers were also littered with faded black ink, usually accompanied by silver rings. At a glance his hair was black but whenever the sun hit it you noticed it was a rich chocolate brown, the same colour as his eyes, his big, dark, mysterious eyes that were still looking you up and down.

“I’m sorry about my friend grabbing you the other night.” He finally spoke, his thick neck and sharp jaw dancing smoothly to his words. Fuck. He was so hot.

“Do you always hangout with such assholes?” You finally locked eyes with him, his smile now wide and clearly amused by you.

“They’re alright once you get to know them.” After what felt like an eternity Jungkook eventually looked away, reaching for his laptop that was sitting patiently in his bag.

“Either that or you’re just as much of an asshole.” You smirked, it was easier to give him a hard time than it was to be nice to him, he was trying too hard to be your friend and coming off as a little desperate for your approval, obviously other people’s opinions mattered a lot to him.

He laughed off your childish remark, not willing to entertain it and changed the subject completely, “I never got a chance to fully introduce myself at the bar, you’re Y/N, I’m Jungkook.”

“I know. Have you just moved to Thornheart? I haven’t seen you around before.”

“Yeah, I’m somewhat of a fan of the local history here, heard they had an excellent college programme and decided to enrol. Are you from here?” His gaze was curious and kind, you would’ve never expected someone like him to be so polite, most of the guys on campus were typical fuckboys to say the least.

“Born and bred.” You sighed into your coffee, now cool enough to enjoy.

Class flew by in record time, you had always loved to learn and your new professor’s teaching style was very easy to follow, which you were grateful for. At some point during your morning lecture an assignment was given, it seemed simple enough, write an essay about one of the legends centred in the town of Thornheart – your speciality. You knew straight away you had an angle most other students wouldn’t, your mother had researched the witch trials that took place in the town, you were certain you had books at home others wouldn’t. It was a personal perspective, something different for you professor to read.

“What’re you doing for lunch?” Jungkook asked, each syllable stitched with hope.

“I was just going to go sit in the library, I already have lunch with me.” You were honest, excited to get stuck into this essay and didn’t want any distractions, no matter how good-looking they were.

“Mind if I join you?” He was pushing his luck now, you had to give the guy credit he was very persistent.

“Actually I’m gonna map out this essay, so… I’d rather be alone.” You flashed him an apologetic smile before rushing out the classroom, not daring to look back him in case he was disappointed.

Even though you’d mapped out the majority of your essay at the library, as soon as you got home and sat down at your computer your brain went totally blank. You’d been staring at the screen for what felt like eternity, feeling mocked by the blinking cursor and empty word document in front of you. Having hit a mental block you unlocked your phone, smiling down at the unexpected yet welcomed Instagram notification.

Jungkook.97 requested to follow you.

You accepted the request and jumped straight into messaging him.

Are you stalking me now?

A breathy chuckle escaped you as you clicked on his profile to follow him back, his feed was full of artsy pictures, mostly selfies of course, the occasional outfit picture and workout post. He was into boxing and weightlifting, you noted, his frame suddenly making much more sense to you. From what you could gather there was no girlfriend, no family posts… He didn’t even have that awkward teenage phase that everybody else did, he’d looked the exact same for four years.

Something like that. Are you busy this Friday?

This guy did not know how to quit, in fact he was getting ballsier and ballsier by the second, resorting to sliding in your DM’s to ask you out.

Afraid so.

You did promise your friend Lisa you would go to her party this Friday, you’d been so busy with college that you hadn’t seen her properly in what felt like forever. She was also a student, majoring in photography, and she was amazing at it—one of the reasons her social media accounts had so many followers, that and the fact she was an absolutely stunning human being. The two of you were best friends in high school, along with your friend Jackson who was now working as a mechanic, deciding to skip further education entirely. You were looking forward to catching up with them, so excited in fact that your outfit was already hanging in your wardrobe ready and waiting to be worn.

Are you busy every Friday?

Rolling your eyes you couldn’t help but smile to yourself, Jungkook was being downright needy at this point. Surely could have his pick of the girls, he was gorgeous, had that tall dark and handsome thing about him, yet it was comical – and a little embarrassing how bad he was at this. Maybe he didn’t get as many girls as you’d expect from someone like him.

I’ll let you know.

“Where have you been?” You quizzed your brother Jay who was slumped over the dark kitchen countertop, his eyes bloodshot and hooded, it was painfully obvious what he’d been doing. Still, you gave him the chance to lie anyway.

“Just been out with some friends.” Jay didn’t lie, but he didn’t tell you the whole truth either, he didn’t have to, everyone in a ten mile radius would be able to smell the pot that clung to his sweats.

“Okay...” You decided you weren’t going to make a fuss over Jay smoking a bit of weed, besides, it’s not like you’d never done it, you’d be a hypocrite to call him out.

You missed your mother’s maternal wisdom, she would’ve known what to say to him to force him to clean his act up. Jay had always been a mommy’s boy, that’s why her death had taken such a toll on the teenager, sure you had lost a parent too, but for Jay it was more than that. He lost his best friend that day. You empathised with him deeply but detested the fact the responsibility of getting him sober now fell to you, your father was out of town on a business trip and wouldn’t be back for a few more days. However scolding Jay and getting him sober could wait until another day, right now you had an essay to write.

“Do you want me to cook you anything before I head upstairs? I’ve got a history essay I should really start.”

“What’s it about?” Jay was raiding the food cupboards himself for something to eat, “And nah I’m good, I’ll just make myself a sandwich.”

“Local folklore, urban legends, witches, demons, vampires, werewolves, that kind of thing,” You watched on in horror as Jay started putting peanut butter and jelly beans onto four slices of white bread. “You know mom loved that kind of stuff, she used to tell us stories about the Thornheart witch trials when we little.”

“Yeah I remember, do you think she actually believed in any of that stuff?”

“Does anybody? I don’t think she did, I just know that she was really into the idea of it.”

“Is that why you’re majoring in history too?” Jay turned to face you, he had big bright eyes just like you, similar facial features and a platinum bleached buzzcut. He’d always been the trendy one.

“No I-, well maybe? I’ve always liked history, but I guess that’s cause mom taught us so much about it.” Your grandmother was the same, having taught your mom practically all she knew of the spooky stories surrounding the town. People loved to talk about it, it was eerie and mysterious, and up until the fire that killed them both it was the only thing worth talking about in the town. Nothing ever really happened in Thornheart.

“I’m gonna head up.” You pointed to the ceiling, your little brother nodded in exchange.

[Instagram: 2 new follow requests]

thv and j.m, or as you recognised them – Jungkook’s friends Taehyung and Jimin. A coincidence? Or was Jungkook talking about you behind your back...?

Taehyung was the sleazebag that put his hands on you at the bar and his Instagram feed stunk of cheap perfume and one night stands, if that was possible. All his selfies were blurry, you assumed it was intentional, perhaps an attempt to be artsy. And there was a new girl next to him in every other post, each one faker than the last. Influencers, models, adult entertainment girls, you name it and he’d slept with it. He was attractive sure, in a painfully obvious off-duty model way, and it was evident that he knew it too. His almond eyes were dark with arrogance, his perfect skin dripped with sex appeal, without even talking to him you knew that he would be incapable of holding a sentence together without forcing some kind of smutty double entendre. You didn’t follow him back, having decided that you really did not like him.

Jimin however seemed nice, his feed was quieter than his friends and mostly consisted of travel pictures and workout content. He was ripped, you noted, his biceps barely contained by his shirt – perhaps that was intentional, it did after all get your attention. Scrolling back two years you were shocked to see that Jimin once had dyed orange and pink hair, it did suit him, but it was such a different look to the now mousy brown locks that framed his face. What was it about Jungkook and his friends? None of them had seemed to age much, if any over the years, and they were all…well, beautiful.

While stalking Jimin’s Instagram a suggested account popped up, another one of Jungkook’s stupidly well-preserved and annoyingly attractive friends. Hoseok. His account was private, unlike the others, you spotted your brothers Insta handle in Hoseok’s “followed by” section that displayed your mutual friends. How did Jay know Hoseok? He seemed too old to be hanging out with a teenager.

Lisa: Hey! Are you still coming to my party on Friday? In serious need of girl talk!

Girl talk sounded great.

Y/N: Don’t worry I’ll be there!

Like most parties the air was filled with a cocktail of thick cigarette smoke and fruity vape clouds. The music was loud, loud enough to make the wooden floor pulse to the beat of whatever dance track was playing. You showed up alone, wearing tight black leather trousers, strappy black heels that flaunted your white toenails and a black strapless bustier, a little daring for you but you wanted to look good for the photos – Lisa was a photography student after all, there was no way you were escaping being photographed. Your hair was set in a sleek, straight ponytail with an endless amount of hairspray as you wanted your makeup to be the star of the show. Nude glittery eyelids, strong feathered brows, long eyelashes and a glossy lip. At the risk of sounding arrogant, you knew you looked good.

Lisa was nowhere to be seen, as to be expected given that it was her party. A lot of people knew her, and not because she was a demanding person that needed to be known, but because she was genuinely likeable. Alongside college she was also a paid ‘Tiktoker’ her account had almost 300K followers and it was all centred around her photography, showing behind the scenes footage of all her serene images. A lot of people knew her through social media, which would explain the amount of unfamiliar faces dotted around her family home. You’d known Lisa since you were a young girl, your mothers were old school friends right up until the fire, Lisa’s mom was like a second mother to you, or at this point – your only maternal figure.

Heading to the kitchen you poured yourself two drinks, a shot of vodka to ease the nerves, big crowds had never really been your thing. Then you created a makeshift sex on the beach cocktail with what you had available to you – no cranberry juice, so you replaced it with some red kool-aid you’d found. Tasted okay, and it was definitely going to get you to the level of drunk you needed to be to socialise.

“Y/N!” Lisa’s squeal pierced the thick air, “You came!”

“I said I would be here, and here I am.” You pointed toward your body, hands tracing the incredible outfit you’d opted for.

“You look amazing!” Lisa’s smile was akin to a Cheshire cat’s, ear to ear as her bright doe-like eyes scanned the finer details of your look. The hostess was wearing a glistening white dress with matching bedazzled silver boots, everywhere the light hit she glowed. Her style was similar to that of Ariana Grande, her social media followers would often compare the two.

“So do you!” You shouted above the music, “So what’s this girl talk we need to be having?”

“Okay, so!” Her little body was bouncing with excitement, “I’ve met someone! And he’s really sweet, he’s super nice and oh my god he’s the sexiest—”

Your mouth fell open in utter shock, Lisa deserved to be happy, she’d been shit on far too many times by lowlife ex boyfriends and it was about time she met someone decent. You were happy for her, genuinely, you just hoped she wasn’t wearing rose-tinted glasses and that he really was worth her time.

“I invited him here tonight!” Lisa clapped excitedly, “So please make sure I don’t say or do anything stupid, you know how I get! I reeeaaaally like him Y/N, like a lot. Like, a lot a lot. We’ve been facetiming every single night since he introduced himself in class.”

“He’s a photography major?” Your brow quirked, “Where is this mystery guy and does he have any friends I can borrow for the night?!” It was a joke, except, well maybe it wasn’t.

Lisa did have a bit of a habit of falling for people too fast, it’s partly why she’d been hurt so many times in the past, she was too kind and liked to see the good in people until they crushed her. Beautiful caring girls were hard to come by, she really did have it all, you’d always envied her a little for that. But even you had to admit you’d never seen her this ecstatic over a guy, it was nice, refreshing, and well-deserved.

“I told him he could bring a few friends, so you never know.” She winked, guzzling the rest of her drink in an instant. “Okay I think I see him, please be nice, Y/N promise me you’ll be nice!”

As the music got louder you drew a halo above your head with your right index finger, laughing at your now suddenly nervous best friend. Lisa had confided in you many times when her heart had been broken, you knew all her weaknesses and how badly she wanted to find happiness. Of course you were going to be nice to her new man but if he turned out to be anything less than perfect you’d be disappointed.

Oh no. Oh no no no no.

You recognised the small group of men immediately, thanks to your little Instagram stalking session the other night. Jimin, Seokjin, Namjoon…and Taehyung. Scanning the crowded room you looked to see if Jungkook had joined them, a pang of disappointment hitting you hard when you realised he was nowhere to be seen. Judging by shit eating smirk on one particular member of the groups lips, you knew exactly who Lisa was waiting for.

“Do not tell me your sexy mystery man is Taehyung.” Your eyes were wide, brows raised expectantly after delivering the most uninterested eye-roll you’d ever provided.

“What did I just say about being nice,” the group of men had reached your conversation, “Hey Tae I’m so glad you came, this is Y/N, my best friend. Y/N this is Tae.”

“Pleasures all mine Y/N, nice to meet you…again.” His voice was oozing seduction, dripping with sex and heat and lust, you saw exactly why Lisa was so attracted to him. His eyes flickered between you and your friend, his tongue swiping his bottom lip before he extended his hand to you.

Before you had a chance to respond, not that you particularly wanted to, you felt a sudden large presence behind you. Hot breath lingered on your neck just below your ear, your senses overwhelmed by the strong smell of expensive cologne and toothpaste.

“I thought you were busy this Friday?”

A quick glance behind you was all you needed to confirm the owner of that deep, sultry voice. Jungkook smirked, his gaze drinking in your revealing outfit excruciatingly slow, before finally making contact with your face. Fuck, he was so hot. Painfully hot. He too was wearing all black, a fitted muscle t shirt that left nothing to the imagination, ever curve, every bulge, every dark tattoo was on full display. Ripped black jeans clung tightly to his thick thighs, flaunting his Greek god of a body.

“Busy being here.” You tilted your head, looking up at him through thick eyelashes. While you outwardly appeared to be unbothered by Jungkook’s arrival the truth was you were actually happy to see him, and somewhat flustered to see him looking so good.

“Taehyung invited me, I didn’t know you’d be here.” Jungkook was still painfully close to you, his breath warm on your face as he spoke loud enough to be heard over the music, “Not that I’m complaining.”

“Yeah Lisa is my best friend, kinda had to be here.” You didn’t miss the way Jungkook watched your mouth move as you spoke.

“She seems nice.”

“She is,” you gushed, “Far too good for the likes of Taehyung in my opinion.” You didn’t care to check if he was still stood nearby, the chances were Lisa would’ve dragged him off somewhere by now.

Jungkook didn’t say anything, just laughed, biting down on his lip as gestured to the kitchen counter behind him. “Can I get you a drink?”

“No thanks, I’m all full.” You lifted your makeshift cocktail, there was something wildly entertaining about toying with him like this. It was obvious he wanted you, and you wanted him. But boy were you making it difficult for him.

Out of all of the girls at the party – and there were plenty, there Jungkook was stood talking to you, flirting with you, offering to pour you a drink. You were feeling pretty good about yourself, he really knew how to ruffle your ego and entice you, but you weren’t giving in to the burning sensation in the pit of your stomach just yet.

“I will do a shot with you though.” Your smile was bright, playful, as you walked over to the collection of glass bottles, swaying your hips just enough to draw attention to how great your ass looked “If you’re up for it.”

Jungkook laughed, flashing his perfect teeth as he shook his head in what seemed to be disbelief. “Yeah I’ll do a shot with you, I only drink vodka though.”

“Vodka happens to be my preferred drink.”

The two tiny glasses clinked as you yelled bottoms up, both of you throwing the liquid back as though it was water, neither pulling a face of discomfort at the afterburn in your throat.

“So how’s the essay going?” Jungkook asked, he really didn’t know how to talk to girls and it showed.

“You’re really asking me about college work at a party? You’re joking, surely.” You laughed, perhaps a little too hard. It was nice of him to take an interest but it was Friday night, you wanted to be wasted making bad decisions, you didn’t want to be talking about assignments.

“Yeah you’re right, I guess I just wanna know your opinion on it.” Jungkook poured himself a drink, grabbing your now almost empty makeshift cocktail and refilling it without having to ask.

“My opinion on what?” You grabbed your fresh drink, giving him a quick thank you before you started sipping.

“Y’know the old Thornheart legends, witches and whatnot.” Jungkook took a sip from his cup, “I’m kinda fascinated by it all, and who better to ask than someone who’s lived here their whole life. I bet you know your stuff.”

Well he was right about that part, you did know your stuff when it came to the local history, thanks to your mom of course. Alcohol and grief were never a good mix but the mere memory of her had you downing the full drink Jungkook had freshly poured. In the distance you could see that you friend Jackson had just arrived, he was probably searching for you and Lisa.

“I’ll catch up with you in a bit, my friend just got here I need to go say hi.” You explained, offering a small confident smile before pushing your way through the crowd to get to Jackson. Your friend pulled you into a warm embrace, his blue shirt smelled of cigarettes and washing detergent.

“Ready to get fucked up?!” Jackson roared, he’d always been a party animal.

“Absolutely!”

When you woke the next day your head hurt bad, your entire body ached and vague memories of chugging competitions with strangers made you want to die of embarrassment. You’d spent the entirety of the party with Jackson, the two of you undoubtedly the most intoxicated people there. The night was a bit of a blur, you managed to catch up with Lisa and thankfully avoided Jungkook and the rest of his friends. You didn’t see much of them after your brief exchange in Lisa’s kitchen.

100% charged. Thank god you’d been sober enough to plug your phone in.

[Instagram: Jungkook.97 sent you a message.]

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Did you get home safely?

What was with this guy? Most men would’ve given up by now, but clearly not Jungkook. He’d even liked the picture you’d posted with Jackson and Lisa last night – taken by Taehyung. Upon further inspection you noticed that the pic was blurry and Jackson was barely in frame, some photographer, you thought. At some point in the night Jungkook’s friends Namjoon and Seokjin had followed your account too. Groaning at the tiny screen you figured you should at least respond to your new stalker:

Sure did

Aside from the occasional bathroom break and water bottle refill, you didn’t leave bed for the rest of the day. Everything was comfier and warmer when you were hungover, the fleece lined covers were especially kind to your sore muscles. After some painkillers and some weird low-calorie breakfast bar you’d found in the cupboard, you decided to get an early night.

It was Tuesday when you next saw Jungkook, three whole days since Lisa’s party, and your body had only just started to feel fully recovered. He was sitting in his new spot, the seat next to yours at the back of the classroom – even when nobody was looking he was effortlessly handsome. His outfit consisted of an oversized white hoodie and grey sweats, tied together with white sneakers. It should be a crime to look that good in loungewear, you thought as you made your way to your seat, at a glance he looked like he could be on day release from jail with what he was wearing, yet somehow he pulled it off.

Slumping yourself into the chair you offered him a brief smile, truth was you weren’t feeling great as you’d barely slept the night before in an attempt to get some of your essay done. You too were wearing loungewear, chocolate brown leggings and a hoodie of the same colour, styled with a cream gilet and matching trainers.

“Good morning Y/N.” Jungkook chuckled, “Here. You look like you need this more than I do.” He handed you a Starbucks to go cup, steam swarming the air that surrounded it.

“Is that your way of telling me I look like shit?” You laughed as you took the coffee from him, your fingers grazing his ever so slightly. “Thanks.”

“You look great, I like your outfit. You just seem tired is all.”

“Mmm.” You nodded, “Bullseye.”

“Something keeping you up at night? Boyfriend troubles maybe?” His dark eyes watched for your reaction carefully, cautiously scanning your features as you smiled.

“Not quite,” a shaky breath escaped your lips, “I was up all night studying.”

“Ahh… So, no boyfriend?”

“No boyfriend.”

As you took a sip of Jungkook’s coffee you grimaced, what kind of person drinks plain, black, unsweetened coffee. It was strong too, it tasted like one million espressos poured into one cup. Looking out the window you saw a group of dancers making their way across the field, you recognised them as dance majors as soon as you clocked their matching sweatshirts. Jungkook’s friend was with them, the one you hadn’t seen around until now, Hoseok.

“Hey isn’t that your friend? I recognise him for your Instagram posts.” You pointed to the group crossing the field, to which Jungkook laughed, genuinely humoured.

“Are you stalking me now?” If you had the energy to blush you sure would’ve, now he was using your own words against you, touche. “But yeah I know him, he’s just enrolled here too.”

“Ahh… I think my brother knows him, Hoseok, right?” While your question was innocent enough it made Jungkook visibly tense, his jaw clenched as his brows knitted together in confusion.

“How does your brother know him?”

You shrugged, truth be told you didn’t actually know if they were more than social media mutuals, that was the beauty of the modern world – you could be close friends with people you’d never even met. Scary when you really thought about it, how a person could pretend to be anything they wanted to be and hide behind their laptop screen.

“They follow each other on Instagram, I’m not sure how well they actually know each other.”

“What’s your brother’s name?”

“Why? Gonna stalk him too?” It was a good thing you amused yourself because Jungkook didn’t seem to get the joke, his features were stern and he looked to be deep in thought. “Has Hoseok just moved here too? Come to think of it I’ve never seen him around before either.”

Actually, when you really thought about it, you had never seen any of Jungkook’s friends around until recently… It’s not like they had forgettable faces you would’ve known if you’d seen any of them previously. But you hadn’t, not once, not at all. It made you uncomfortable to think about, why would a group of friends all move to Thornheart at the same time? Surely all seven of them weren’t blown away by the college campus, there were much better schools out there. The town as a whole was mundane, there was no real reason anybody would move here unless they were forced to. As your brain worked over time, you couldn’t help but open your mouth again.

“Have you all just recently moved here? Now I think about it, I’ve never seen any of you around here before now.” Curiosity lingered on your breath, along with the bitter taste of black coffee.

Jungkook was visibly taken aback by your question, for the first time since you’d met he seemed almost nervous, like he didn’t know what to say. Normally he was so calm and collected, confident, maybe even a little arrogant. Still he flashed you a small grin and tried to explain himself, not that any of it made sense to you.

“Yeah actually, we uh-, moved here for college mostly, but there’s this old friend of ours, she, uh-, she was last seen in Thornheart so we’re kind of hoping to reconnect with her too.”

“You all moved here, all seven of you, for some girl? Why not just Google her and find her that way, like a normal person.” As much as you tried not to sound jealous, your efforts were futile. You knew Jungkook, you’d seen his friends – and if they were all looking for the same girl, she had to be something special. She was probably perfect, the dream girl that broke into their thoughts when they’d reach for their sock drawers in the early hours of the morning.

“She doesn’t have any social media, it’s…complicated.” Jungkook pulled his phone from his pocket and started typing frantically, you assumed he must’ve left the stove or the iron on at home from the amount of speed and determination his thumbs were punching his screen with.

“Sounds it.”

During class all you could think about was Jungkook’s old friend and what you imagined her to be like, you tried not to obsess over it you really did, but you were buzzed from the obscene amount of caffeine the coffee had provided, thoughts in overdrive. Was she an ex-girlfriend? No, she couldn’t have been, not if all seven men were looking for her… Unless it was a Snow White and the seven dwarves kinda situation, but instead of cute little miners in coloured hats she had…them. All of them. A Polyamorous relationship maybe? And when he said ‘old friend’ did he mean a girl he’d met in kindergarten or high school? What if they went on a boys trip to some sunny island and met her there? But at the end of the day, however they met her, and whoever she was – was none of your business.

The professor reminded everybody that the essays were due by the end of the week, you sighed, deciding you were going to dedicate that afternoon to getting the majority of it done. In fact, you were just about motivated enough to sit in the library all afternoon and power through it. A quick glance out the window and you immediately regretted that decision, the heavens had opened and it was pouring down. It was at least a 30 minute walk to the library, maybe the essay could wait until tomorrow, you thought.

“I can give you a ride if you want.” Jungkook’s large hand dug into his sweats, pulling out a set of silver car keys. It took everything inside you not to let your pride get in the way, realistically you knew his car would be warmer, and more to the point drier, than a long walk to the library.

“I’m going to the library though… I need to get stuck in with this essay before I end up missing the deadline.” You admitted sheepishly, packing up your things ready to leave.

“I’m heading there too, need to do some fact checking. I’ll still give you a ride home when we’re done there if you want.”

“Thank you.”

Jungkook looked up to you, his gaze curious as his head tilted ever so slightly to the left, similar to a confused puppy.

“I owe you one for this morning.” You smiled, sliding his plain black coffee across the table. The two of you were sat in the central library surrounded by dusty old book, a smell that you’d grown accustom to like over the years.

“Thank you.” He took a sip of the burning hot beverage, a relieved breath leaving his pierced lips. “So is the library an appropriate please to ask about your essay?”

“What do you wanna know?”

“What legend have you decided to write about?” His attention shifted from his shiny, pristine looking laptop as his eyes fixed with yours. Had he always been so intense? You wondered, it was akin to a starving child looking at a Big Mac meal, while seemingly friendly it was a little intimidating.

“Witches and demons, I’m not big into vampires and werewolves and well I think demons are more relatable.” You admitted.

“How so?” His eyes flickered with something indescribable.

“What could be more relatable than soulless beings, and the witches they pissed off? It’s the ultimate example of feminism, women getting their own back and taking away shitty men’s souls.” You laughed, noticing that your classmate didn’t seem amused. “What have you gone for?”

“The same actually. The tales of the witch trials here have always fascinated me.”

“Ah,” You breathed, “Same here. My mom and grandma used to tell my brother and I stories about them all the time. How the witches were exposed by travellers and killed, but one witch survived and cursed them to an eternity of misery.”

“What’s your take on it? Do you think the witch was right to do what she did?” Jungkook’s irises were fierce yet his features soft, you couldn’t help but find it comical how you barely knew the guy yet here you were, word-vomiting about local folklore. At least he seemed interested in what you had to say.

“Okay I’ll humour you,” You closed your laptop, gifting the boy your full, undivided attention. “So if the legends were true, and 7 travellers exposed the witches for what they were to the locals, I’d say the witch that cursed them had every right to do that. I mean, it was a dick move to expose them? And what would they gain from it? Obviously they were all selfish assholes who deserved everything they got.”

“Is that so?” Jungkook drank you in, stare flickering between your eyes and lips. He seemed curious, more serious than he had been previously. “Do you think witches and demons are scary?”

“I think witches and demons are made up.” You snorted, he was far too invested in this conversation, hanging onto your every word.

“Hypothetically.”

“Okay…” You nodded, “Hypothetically, I think demons would be scarier than witches. They have nothing to lose, no humanity, no emotions, nothing. And if the legends were true and demons looked like the rest of us…I think that would be the scariest part, knowing anyone could be one of them. They could be your family, your friends, boyfriend…They could be reading your mind every second and you’d never know.”

“Demons can’t read minds.” He laughed, baring his perfect white teeth. “There’s no documentation that supports that anyway. Although I did read once somewhere that the seven men, the seven original demons…They were gifted, all of them practised magic before they transitioned…Not quite Edward Cullen mind reading gifts or superhero strength but they were magically inclined.”

You watched him, dumbfounded, it was as though he believed every word that escaped him. It was interesting, being able to discuss something so niche with someone who loved history as much as you did, but the way he spoke…He almost sounded fond of the demons, it was a little too eerie for your liking. Not to mention the fact he was blatantly incorrect – you’d read through every document, every paper, had your nose buried in every book centred round the Thornheart witch trials and not once had you ever read that the men the witch cursed were magically inclined.

“Where did you read that? I’ve never come across anything that implied the men were gifted.” You stated matter of factly, eyes narrow, inquisitive.

“Uh, I can’t remember, but that would be one hell of a story right?” Jungkook’s eye contact was strong, unworldly strong, it was like he was staring through you if that were even possible. Suddenly you felt uncomfortable and cold, and not due to the old air conditioning in the building.

Sleep didn’t come easy to you that night, your body lied there attempting to get some kind of rest but your thoughts ran a small marathon and selfishly kept you from drifting off. Around 90 minutes into lying lifelessly in bed you gave up, unlocking your phone for a mindless scroll. 1AM, brilliant.

Lisa had posted a selfie online, her features soft, round and kind akin to an angel, you immediately liked it – along with five thousand others, including Taehyung you’d noticed. It wasn’t uncommon for Lisa to post a picture like this when she was feeling down in the dumps about something, wanting validation in any form without needing to ask for it, you silently hoped she was okay.

Scrolling down further you saw the familiar scene of the library, two coffee cups sitting patiently on a white table surrounded by heaps of vintage literature. Your shoulders were in the background of the picture, face hidden behind your laptop screen. It was Jungkook who’d posted it, with the hashtag #studydate underneath. Double tapping the image you sighed, reminded of how uncomfortable he’d made you feel during your “study date” – It wasn’t even a date, you mentally argued.

Even though you too were excited and a little fascinated by urban legends, myths and local folklore; there was something about the way Jungkook acted in the library that made you feel on edge. He was hanging onto your every word, listening to your opinions a little too hard, and the way he spoke of the fictional beasts was almost…Familiar. Perhaps Jungkook was one of those guys you see on the news trying to sell their souls to lose their virginities, in other words, he was a freak. That couldn’t be it, there was no way Jungkook was a virgin, he was far too good-looking to not get girls, though you’d never really seen him bother with other members of the female species. Just you.

Jay had posted, you were notified. Your brother barely used his socials, you couldn’t remember the last time he’d posted at all. Normally he was slumped in a shed somewhere, too high to reach for his phone. You gave into curiosity, clicking on his profile. 38 seconds ago, a simple snap of two pints of beer in what looked like a very extravagant living room. Weird, who’s house was that? It wasn’t yours, and most of his friends lived in their smoking huts at the back of their parents’ houses. 1 person tagged, Hoseok.

So Jay and Hoseok were actual friends? How did that happen?

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To Be Damned | The 7 Deadly Sins

Chapter 5, Divulgence

Pairing - jungkook x reader

Genre - angst, slow burn, E2L, F2L, fluff, smut

Word count - 6k

multipart series, multimember series, college au, fantasy au, demon!jungkook

warnings: 18+, oc is drunk again, swearing, mentions of sex

“You could definitely do it too, with enough practice.” Jungkook hums, both hands buried in the deep pockets of his tight ripped jeans, “I was able to control people’s minds before I became this.” He gestures to himself.

You’re walking away from a small coffee shop cradling a takeout cup full of seasonal latte. It’s December now, what used to be your favourite month of the year growing up, “You were? How?”

“Mm. My father taught me, he was a very powerful warlock, taught me everything I know really, he’s the one who sent us here from Korea, to the witch trials.”

“North or South?” Your white Dr Martens stomp in the snow to make perfect footprints with each step. You’ve wrapped up today, wearing black skinny jeans and a white oversized jumper, tied together with your favourite oversized black teddy coat.

“Technically South,” He’s blatantly amused, “But back then the country wasn’t split like that.”

You still your movements, earning Jungkook to stop in his tracks too, “Wow,” You’re dumbfounded, “You don’t look a day over 26 but you’re older than the division of Korea…”

“That wasn’t that long ago really, besides I’m older than a lot of things.” Not that he looked it, he blended into society perfectly. His hair, his tattoos, the way he dressed – he did a great job at looking the part. He too is wearing black skinny jeans, his entire outfit is black – the turtleneck jumper, the long winter coat, and his Dr Martens which are arguably twice the size of yours.

“I bet things were so much better back then, before technology and bad Netflix shows took over…” You get lost in thought, imagining what it must be like having lived through so many historical events. “What happened when you went back to Korea? Did your dad know what happened to you?”

At this Jungkook pauses with a visible frown, “I never went back.”

“Not once?” You take a sip of your steaming coffee.

“No,” He watches you closely, “He would’ve been too disappointed that I couldn’t save them, I’m sure he lived a long healthy life before he eventually withered away with old age.”

“Ageing is overrated,” You defuse the budding tension, “But imagine being able to say you’re older than the Titanic… Now that’s impressive.”

“You’re going to do this the whole way there, aren’t you?”

“It’s a strong possibility.” You shrug, continuing down the snowy path.

Halfway to the art gallery your knuckles brush against his, winning you both to turn and face each other with an apologetic expression before pulling away. Tonight is the opening night of Thornheart’s photography students exhibition at the local gallery, both Lisa and Taehyung had work on display there so naturally you wanted to be there and support your best friend. Jungkook is going to support Taehyung and at some point it was decided that it made sense for the two of you to go together.

Your body is still adjusting to it’s true form, the headaches are beginning to ease off but you still take a lavender capsule per day just in case. It was shortly after the night you spent the night at sin demon central that you realised you were stronger than most witches, your mom’s journal entries always complained about the transition process but for you, you feel as though you’re finally becoming yourself. Energy courses through your veins, something Jungkook had picked up on a few times. He said he’d never been in the presence of such a powerful witch before, he could sense your potential from a great distance. Of course at the time you’d rolled your eyes and said something similar to ‘I bet you say that to all the witches’ and changed the subject.

Fascinatingly enough, in your mom’s journal entries you’d learned that only witches can sense another witches presence, yet Jungkook was a demon who could feel your energy from afar. The dynamic between you and Jungkook is constantly shifting, one minute he’s closed off and unreadable, the next there’s a spark between you that’s almost romantic, and sometimes it’s as though you’ve known him your entire life. He makes you feel safe, despite him insisting that you should be afraid of him and his capabilities.

“Have you told anybody?” He kicks the snow haphazardly as he walks.

You exhale, “About you being one of the seven original sin demons? No.”

“I meant about you being magically inclined.”

Your stomach drops, “Also no.”

Because how could you tell anyone anything about this? Your dad would completely freak out if he ever knew the truth, your mom had lied to him for all those years about who she really was, either that or he too was very good at keeping the witches family curse a secret and knew all about what’s happening to you. Jay would also lose his mind, as far as he’s concerned none of the Thornheart legends are true, his world would come crashing down hard and he didn’t need the extra pressure right now. Then there’s Lisa – of course you want to tell your best friend all about the craziest thing that’s ever happened to you but where would you even begin?

The exhibition is beautiful. It was no surprise that Lisa was so popular amongst the community, maybe you were a little biased but her pictures were undoubtedly the best – so colourful and bright, bursting with joy and smiles. Her work was the polar opposite to Taehyung’s photography which was gothic and blurry, dark and mysterious. Interestingly they had both photographed the same fashion model in their own unique style, normally you don’t care to notice the attention to detail of photography but the difference between the two images is … jarring.

“What do you think?” Lisa hands you a champagne filled flute, her smile wide and contagious.

“They’re amazing Lisa, sometimes I forget how talented you are.” You gush, Jungkook met with Taehyung thirty minutes ago and you haven’t seen either of them since.

“Thank you… I feel like I haven’t seen you in so long! What’s going on with you and Jungkook?” Her elbow playfully nudges your arm.

You turn in place to scan the brightly lit room, there’s another witch here, you can feel her. Every nerve in your body is tingling, their energy is kind and familiar but you can’t see where it’s coming from. This is the first time you’ve been able to feel another witches presence and it’s very distracting.

“Y/N?” Lisa gently grabs your forearm, “Are you okay?”

“What?” You look at your best friend, who’s dressed in a Clueless style yellow checked co ord, “Sorry, I uh-, what did you say?”

She chuckles, “So you and Jungkook… What’s going on with that?” She repeats.

Still on edge from the undeniable energy in the room you roll your eyes playfully, “Literally nothing, we’re just friends I guess.”

“Okay…” She whispers, “Except you’re not just friends Y/N.”

“No really there’s nothing going on between us I promise.” You offer a polite smile. It’s not a lie, you and Jungkook are just friends, sure sometimes things could get a little flirty but neither of you had ever made a move on the other or confessed your feelings.

“You would tell me if something happened, wouldn’t you?” Her gaze is curious as she sips her own champagne. Shit, you feel like the world’s worst best friend right now. You might not be lying about your relationship with Jungkook but you’re keeping the biggest secret in the world from her right now.

“Of course I would!” Your voice is raised, granted if anything ever did happen between you and Jungkook, Lisa would be the first person you’d tell.

“It’s just that,” She sighs, “I know you slept over in his bedroom recently…”

“Nothing happened.” You sound defensive.

“I’m not saying it did, I’m just surprised you didn’t tell me about it.” She looks hurt and guilt gnaws your insides, she told you everything about her life and here you are keeping secrets from her.

“I’m sorry…” You grip her shoulder gently, “Things are just…complicated, right now.”

“Y/N it’s so obvious he likes you, he looks at you like you’re his fucking soulmate. What’s complicated about that? And I know you like him too.”

It’s complicated because Jungkook doesn’t actually have a soul, much less a soulmate. He’s a three hundred and fifty seven year old demon and you happen to be related to the witch who cursed him. You do like Jungkook, he’s been good to you during your transition but he still manipulated you three months ago for his own selfish reasons. And yes, you are definitely attracted to him but you were still unsure if your physical attraction was reciprocated. Has he ever stuck his tongue down your throat? No. Has he ever pinned you up against a wall and fucked you seven ways to Sunday? Also no. Actions speak louder than words, except in your case there was no sign of either.

“I, uh-,” The energy in the room spikes, you know the other witch is close. “Thing is I’m not sure about any of it, we’ve not spoken about anything like this.” You’re honest, eyes quickly giving the room another scan in search of the energy source.

“Well maybe you should, I don’t want you to get hurt and he seems like a good guy… He’s a bit arrogant sometimes but he doesn’t deserve to be lead on.” Lisa is stern, it’s very out of character for her to be assertive and so you knew she was being serious.

“I’m not leading him on, it’s just complicated. I don’t know what else to tell you.” You steady your breathing, not wanting to lose your patience with her or accidentally set something on fire. You know she means well and you do appreciate what she’s saying, but the judgmental expression on her face is beginning to bother you.

“You’re going clubbing together, you’re sleeping in his bedroom, you came here tonight with him,” She counts on her fingers, “I’m just saying if you feel anything for him you really need to tell him before it’s too late and you end up getting hurt.”

“Y/N needs to tell who what?” Taehyung’s eyes are large and doe-like as he and Jungkook approach, Taehyung stands next to Lisa and plants a sweet kiss to her temple.

“Nothing.” Lisa beams, happy to see him, “Anyways my mom’s somewhere in here and you,” She poked Taehyung’s chest, “Are finally gonna meet her! I’ll catch up with you later Y/N, think about what I said…”

“Tell Sue I said hi.” You wave her off, somewhat relieved that the conversation had come to an end.

Glancing up at Jungkook you sigh, Lisa was 100% right – Sooner or later you did need to speak to him and assess the situation, you both deserve that much. Even if it’s decided that it would be best to remain friends and nothing more, the words needed to be spoken before your feelings get hurt.

“What was that about?” He frowns, pursing his lips.

“Oh it was nothing.” You give him a weak smile, “Having a good time?”

He ignores your question and moves closer, now within touching distance looking down at your face, “It didn’t seem like nothing, did you tell her the truth about me?”

“No I didn’t.” You’re blunt with him, already agitated from the previous conversation.

“Then what was said-“

“Can you drop it please? It was a private conversation. It has nothing to do with you.” You begin to walk away and he grabs your wrist, hard, hard enough to leave a mark.

“Where are you going?” He sounds concerned.

“You’re hurting me.” You hiss, brows pinched in pain as the grip on your wrist tightens.

Jungkook sees your discomfort and lets go, his features contorted with regret, “I’m sorry, shit, I didn’t mean to-“

“Tell Lisa I said bye, I’m going home.”

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You were two minutes away from your home, close enough to see your house when every hair on the back of your neck stood to attention. It was undeniable, you were being watched. The energy was different to what you felt in the art gallery, it wasn’t familiar and you knew straight away that you were in danger. All the street lamps were off making the air painfully dark, further adding to your anxiety. Speeding up you finally made it to your front door, stepping over the threshold in a hurry out of breath. You still felt unsafe, your heart quickening in your chest as you made sure to lock the door behind you.

“Y/N?”

“Oh my god it’s just you.” A sigh of relief escaped you upon seeing your younger brother sitting at the breakfast bar, surrounded by candles.

“Did I scare you?” His voice is flat.

You avoid his question, quickly forgetting about what lies outside, “What’s with the candles?” You walk over to the sink to pour yourself a glass of water.

“Power cut.” Jay clicked his tongue.

Although the power cut was probably due to the heavy snowfall outside you were still freaking out. The house was cold, much colder than it usually is, not to mention the fact that the radio in the kitchen is turned off for the first time. It was eerie, Jay’s face only visible due to the candlelight. Physically he looked just like he always did but there’s something different about his presence, you notice quickly.

“Are you okay? You seem… Different.” You’re still out of breath from practically running down the street to make it inside, and it doesn’t go unnoticed.

“Did you run home?” Jay watches you with an expressionless face. The fact he was sitting alone in the dark surrounded by unscented candles before you even got home was creepy and out of character. You’re 99% sure Jay’s still scared of the dark.

“I’m fine, are you sure you’re alright?” You’re frowning now, sipping your drink.

“Never been better to be honest.” He doesn’t smile, he doesn’t do anything other than watch your movements. His lips lift into a smug smirk before he speaks again, “When were you going to tell me about you and Jungkook?”

“Not you as well,” You groan, settling the glass on the countertop, “Nothing, and I mean nothing, is going on between me and Jungkook.” You snap.

“Really? Cause I could’ve sworn I saw you sneak out of his house the other night.” He laces his fingers and taps his thumbs expectantly, something you’ve never seen him do. He’s acting so fucking weird.

“And what were you doing in that house Jay? I don’t know much about Hoseok but I do know that he’s a lot older than you, why are you hanging out there so much? It’s not right.” The words leave your mouth harsher than you intended but Jay doesn’t react like you expect him to, he stares through you with a dark expression before licking his lips. “Why are you only just bringing this up now?” You fill the silence.

“Guess I’ve been busy, not seen much of you to ask.”

“We had dinner together last night.” You remind him, “And you saw me this morning. Why weren’t you at the gallery for Lisa’s opening?”

“I had stuff to do.” He shrugs, unbothered.

“Okay…” You exhale, visibly taken aback by his attitude, “Why are you acting like such a brat?”

This earns an annoyed sigh to leave him, “I didn’t want to go, seemed a bit tedious to me.”

“Tedious?” You’re shocked, “Are you even hearing yourself right now? It meant a lot to Lisa, I thought you of all people would’ve jumped at the chance to go.” She may have pushed you a little too hard at the gallery but you’ll always defend her not matter what, it’s just that you never thought you would have to defend her from your own brother.

“She’s your friend not mine.”

“What the fuck is your problem today?!” You spit, not in a million years did you think Jay would ever disregard Lisa, fucking hell he’s been madly in love with her his whole life. You’re angry now, chest rising and falling with each breath. Silence thickens the room, adding to the already tense environment.

Your phone buzzes as if on queue

Jimin: Hey Y/N, a few of us are having a drink at our place tonight you should come

It doesn’t take long for you to weigh up your options and figure out anywhere is better than being at home with Jay right now. On one condition...

Y/N: Is Jungkook there?

Within seconds he replies.

Jimin: No not tonight

Y/N: Okay, I’ll be there soon

“I’m going out.” You brush past your younger brother to go get changed, “Fix your attitude before dad gets home.”

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When you arrive at sin demon central, your new nickname for this place, you are in awe. Last time you came Jungkook had been in such a rush to hide you that you never got the chance to appreciate how luxurious this mansion really is. You’re sitting on a chaise lounge sofa in front of a large bay window in the first lounge, yes, they have multiple lounges. This is the only lounge actually used as such, the others had been converted into a home gym and a music room. It was magnificent.

The overall theme of the house is expensive, you notice.

Opposite you Jimin and Yoongi sip at their beer cans, this is the first time you’ve met Yoongi and you couldn’t help but notice how quiet he is. Both men are wearing casual clothing, Jimin’s emerald green hoodie hangs from his frame and covers the tops of his blue denim clad thighs. Yoongi is wearing matching black sweats and hoodie, his dark hair tussled from sleep.

It’s Seokjin bouncing back into the lounge holding two bottles of red wine that pulls you from your thoughts. Seokjin seems to be the life of the party, he was already drunk when you arrived an hour ago – and he continues to drink fast. Much like the other men you’ve met Yoongi and Seokjin are kind to you, perhaps a little arrogant but no more than you would be if you looked as good as they did. Seokjin is wearing a pink silk shirt and black slacks, with slippers.

“And there’s plenty more for us in the kitchen!” Seokjin sits next to you, he smells like oranges mixed with tequila.

“Thanks for inviting me tonight, and it’s nice to meet you both.” Your friendly gaze flickers between Seokjin and Yoongi as you allow the former to top up your near empty wine glass.

“I figured we had a lot of fun when we saw you out.” Jimin gives a toothy grin, “And it’s nice to have female company for a change.”

“I’m sure none of you are short of female attention.” You laugh, brazen from the alcohol. “Seriously, I’m sure you get all the girls.”

“Not quite, Jimin is very particular. As we all are I guess.” Seokjin points to himself and the others, “And well Yoongi can’t be bothered for any kind of attention so…”

To this Yoongi raises his can of beer with a faint smile, “Correct.”

“Come on there must be someone who gets your attention.” You’re gulping wine rather impressively but Seokjin fills the glass back up every time you take a mouthful.

“Nope, nobody.” Yoongi shrugs nonchalantly, “You’ve certainly earned the interest of our Jungkook though.” He smirks.

All three men go quiet, watching your reaction carefully. Heat rises to your cheeks and despite how much you want to blame it on the wine you know it’s because of the sudden attention. “Oh, I don’t know about that.” You chuckle awkwardly, downing the rest of you wine glass only for Seokjin to fill it once again.

Jimin takes a puff of a pineapple smelling vape, filling the air with a fruity cloud, “You can play dumb with us if you want to but we know you’re fucking him.” His voice is heavy from the vape.

You snort unexpectedly, “I haven’t even hugged him nevermind let him fuck me.”

“So if I hugged you right now,” Jimin begins, licking his plump lips, “It would be more than what you’ve done with Jungkook?”

“I guess.” You laugh, feeling buzzed from the alcohol, “I know Jungkook a lot better than I know you though.” You admit.

“That’s true, how much do you know about him exactly? What has he told you about us?”

Fuck. Do they know you know? Has Jungkook told them you know? Do they know about you? The questions race through your mind at unregistered speeds, for a change you don’t know how to act or what to say. You don’t want to put your foot in it and admit to something they don’t know, but you don’t want to be caught lying to them either knowing exactly what they are.

“Not a great deal actually,” You’re feigning confidence, “Where is he tonight anyway?”

Seokjin and Jimin smirk before the latter speaks, “Went out with Joon after Tae’s photography thing, he seemed pissed off about something, Tae went back to Lisa’s cause he’s meeting her parents tonight.”

“So I’ve heard,” You nod, not feeling the need to correct him on the fact Lisa technically only has one parent, “So do you guys know any good drinking games?”

Seokjin claps, his grin akin to a Cheshire Cat at the mere prospect of more alcohol.

As the night goes on the four of you play several drinking games, but not spin the bottle much to Jimin’s disappointment. It’s around midnight when Yoongi decides to call it a night and go to bed, he’s very polite and says it was nice to meet you before he heads upstairs. With three of you remaining in the lounge and the alcohol disappearing faster and faster, the drinking games take a turn for a college favourite – never have I ever.

“Never have I ever had a threesome.” You eye the two men knowingly, and they both take a big gulp of their drink. “Ah you dirty bastards I knew it!” Your head flies back as you laugh, Seokjin catches it with his free palm before it can hit the window ledge.

“Never? You’ve never had a threesome?” Seokjin is amused.

“Nope, I’m way too jealous for anything like that. I’d feel left out.” You admit, smiling brightly. You feel great in their company, you don’t have to act a certain way you’re just being completely yourself and it’s so refreshing.

Jimin stands up excitedly, “As the defending champion of the Jealous Club I can tell you it’s not as bad as you’d think, in fact, they’re actually pretty fucking good. Now if only there were three people here right now to demonstrate…”

Seokjin snorts, his broad shoulders bouncing with laughter, “Easy, Jungkook will kill you.”

“Least I’d go out with a bang.” Jimin sits back down, finishing off beer number … fourteen since you arrived. And that’s not including the shots he’d had during the drinking games.

“Two bangs.” You hold up two digits, “Technically.”

All three of you erupt into a fit of laughter, Seokjin’s laughing so hard that tears are streaming down his painfully handsome face – his laugh sounds like a wet flannel being dragged across glass – earning you to laugh even harder in return. At this exact moment the front door opens and sloppy footsteps approach the lounge, revealing Namjoon, Jungkook and two girls stood in the doorway. Jungkook’s still wearing his turtleneck and ripped jeans combo from earlier, Namjoon dressed in almost identical attire save for his thick rimmed glasses. The taller one of the girls hangs from Jungkook’s arm and your stomach drops.

“Kooook, show me your bedroom…” She whines.

Jimin and Seokjin stiffen at the sound, due to the angle of the sofa you’re not visible to the newcomers. Namjoon and the shorter girl quickly head upstairs but Jungkook enters the communal area, his eyes found yours straight away and for a split second he looked terrified.

“Actually you need to leave.” His voice is croaky as he turns to the girl who’s quite literally almost up his ass. “Now.”

Next to you a quiet ‘oh shit’ escapes Seokjin’s lips, Jimin looks equally shocked by the current display. A mixture of alcohol and fury bubble inside you and you stand up, smoothing out the white t shirt dress you’d put on 10 minutes before coming here. The three men and the nameless girl all stare at you as you grab you purse.

“I’m gonna go.” You avoid Jungkook’s gaze, focussing solely on Jimin and Seokjin, “Thank you for having me over I’ve had a great time.”

“Who’s she?” The female asks, you couldn’t help but notice her smudged lipstick and your chest tightens with something unknown.

Jungkook clears his throat and disregards his long winter coat, “I said leave, get out.” He’s staring down at her intensely and without hesitation she obliges. He was inside her head. Had you not been there he probably would’ve been inside her in other ways, no doubt. You watched her exit the room and hear the front door open and close. Seokjin mouths to you very quickly, ‘he never brings girls home’ before Jungkook turns back around and looks at you.

“Why are you here?” His icy stare flickers between the two men before landing back to you.

“I invited her for some drinks.” Jimin takes the fall, you can’t help but notice that he seems intimidated by Jungkook, as did Seokjin.

“Like I said…” You begin to walk towards the door, “I’m gonna go. Thanks for having me round.”

You don’t look back, only forwards, as you bolt out of that house faster than Seokjin drank shots. Your heart is heavy in your chest and bile rises to the back of your throat, you were definitely jealous. If you were unsure of your feelings toward Jungkook before, they were all cleared up now. You liked him, more than you’d even realised until you saw that skank hanging from his frame. Sighing aloud you mentally curse yourself, she probably isn’t a skank you’re just bitter.

“Y/N wait.” The voice is commanding as he jogs up to you on the driveway.

Turning to face him you remind yourself that this is your own fault – Lisa was right, you should’ve told him how you felt towards him before it was too late. And now here you are, looking up at Jungkook – the three hundred and fifty seven year old demon you’d just realised you had feelings for, full of wishful thinking. And judging by the fact you’d seen him with another girl not even five minutes ago, those feelings were not reciprocated.

“Why did you come here? You shouldn’t be hanging out with them, they’re dangerous.”

You chew your lower lip, “I could say the same thing about you.”

His scent is beyond intoxicating, the rich expensive cologne stained with vodka – with a hint of cheap perfume that doesn’t go unnoticed. It’s hard to keep your emotions in check after consuming the equivalent of a small vineyard. Snow still falls from the sky and sticks to the ground, though now it’s more like a blizzard and you can’t help but wonder if it’s you attributing to that. You’re shivering, and he notices.

“Come back inside and we’ll talk about this properly.” His tone is assertive, his jaw is set so tight that you fear it may break. It’s blatantly obvious he’s pissed off that you’re here, or maybe he’s pissed off with the fact you just saw him about to take a girl up to his bedroom. The same bedroom you’d slept in a week ago.

“I need to get home Jungkook.” You begin scrolling on a local cab app on your phone, no longer able to look at him in fear of saying something stupid.

“You said yourself you know I won’t hurt you,” He comes closer, close enough for you to feel the heat radiating from his taught body. “I can’t say the same about the others, you shouldn’t be alone with them.”

He doesn’t approve of you ignoring him, pulling your phone from your hands, “Come back inside Y/N.”

“Why don’t you ask that girl to come back if you’re in need of company?” You bite.

Jungkook takes a beat before he steps even closer, his torso practically pressed against you, “Are you jealous?”

Obviously, you think to yourself. Every time one of his friends looks vaguely in your direction he has a problem with it, how can he expect you to not bat an eyelid at the sight of him with another girl? Fucking asshole. You finally meet his gaze, his features have softened but his brows remain knitted together with confusion.

“Nope. Fuck whoever you want to fuck.”

He chuckles, dark eyes staring into your soul, “I don’t even know her name it’s no big deal, a man has needs and she was easy.”

“Except you’re not a man, are you Jungkook?” Equal parts butterflies and adrenaline envelop your stomach, “You’re not human.” You remind him, he watches you closely, “But like I said, feel free to fuck whoever you want, it’s not like there’s anything going on between us.”

“We both know that’s not true,” His breath is hot on your face as he tucks a stray hair behind your left ear, “You can deny it all you want but you know that there’s something here.” His fingertip touches your chest.

You brush him away, “If that were the case you wouldn’t have brought another girl back with you for a fuck.”

At this he smirks, cupping either side of your face in his warm hands, “There’s a big difference between a quick fuck with a stranger,” He licks his lips, “And what I want to do to you.”

Desire pools your insides, your heart quickening inside your chest, “And what is that, exactly? What do you want from me?”

“Fine,” He breathes as he lets go of your face, folding his big arms over his equally as big chest, “I want to kiss you until your lips bruise and you can’t breathe. I want to worship every inch of your body,” He looks you up and down hungrily, “The way it deserves to be worshipped. And if you’d let me…” He leans down until his mouth is pressed against your ear, “I’d fuck you until you were shaking and sore, til you begged me to stop because you can’t take it anymore. I want you Y/N, I want you so fucking badly and everybody knows it.”

Your head is spinning, you’re drunk on the idea of him fucking you into his mattress until you’re a mess. He knows exactly what he’s doing to you, he pulls back with a wicked expression, his eyes are trained to yours to watch your reaction to his confession. You clear your throat, ridding yourself of all the disgusting propositions you want to give him.

“I’m nobody’s second choice.” You suppress a scoff, “So if you want to fuck someone until they’re shaking and sore,” You take your phone from him, “I suggest you find that girl you kicked out.”

To this he laughs and shakes his head in disbelief, “So you’re telling me that your heart doesn’t race when you see me? You don’t feel dizzy whenever I touch you? You’re telling me…” He leans down again, this time his lips are ghosting yours, he’s close enough that your foreheads are pressed against each other, “That you don’t feel this raw chemistry between us?”

“That’s not what I said,” You’re quick to defend yourself as your hands make their way to his chest, “I said that I’m nobody’s second choice. I know my worth, if I wasn’t here you’d be fucking her right now.”

“Probably,” He agrees quietly, “But you are here.”

You gently push him away, “I am, and I saw everything.”

“I made out with her a few times and when I brought her back you saw that nothing happened, as soon as I saw you she was gone. You’re not my second choice and you never will be.”

Your chest swells at his words but you find the strength to ignore it, “I’m going home Jungkook. Goodnight.”

The cab ride home is longer than usual due to the heavy snowfall and icy roads, as soon as you make it home you rush upstairs and put your pyjamas on. Head spinning from equal parts alcohol and Jungkook’s confession. Realistically you want him to fuck you senseless, you want him to kiss you until your lips bruised, but tonight isn’t the night for that.

You’ll have to see what tomorrow brings.

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To Be Damned | The 7 Deadly Sins

Preview, Chapter 00

Pairing - jungkook x reader

Genre - angst, eventual fluff, smut

Word count - 8k

multipart series, multimember series, fantasy au, college au, demon!jungkook

Thornheart 1692

“And your father believes we can save them?” Jimin asked curiously, lowering his felt hat to give himself a better view of the group of young women in the distance. To look at the women nobody would suspect a thing, they looked like normal, average, perhaps even boring, women. Jimin and the others were sat on a grassy field, the grass was so long they were practically hidden, consumed by nature, observing their new surroundings and the people it inhabited.

“I believe we can too, I know that we can.” Jungkook replied with a certain confidence he was well known for. “They don’t deserve to die.”

Jungkook’s father, Ye-Joon, was a powerful warlock who had sent his youngest son and six of his friends on a trip to America, specifically a small town named Thornheart, where there had been rumours of witch trials taking place. Ye-Joon was too well known amongst the spiritual world to go himself, the perpetrators and other magically inclined beings would’ve spotted him in an instant and he too, would’ve been burned at the steak. Despite being undoubtedly the strongest of his kind Ye-Joon had full faith in Jungkook and his friends, he wouldn’t have sent them otherwise. Using dark magic he watched the group from thousands of miles away, inside Jungkook’s family home in Korea. Ye-Joon advised his son he would be contacting the spirit world for updates and channelling the earth to ensure all seven boys were kept safe during their endeavour.

The seven men had arrived in Thornheart a mere 48 hours prior to sitting in the grassy field, unfortunately they had received plenty of attention from the locals, some wanted, some not so much. Being proudly Asian the men were subjected to lots of curious gazes, some women would look at them in awe of their beauty, and with that came the local men staring through them with a darkness behind their eyes, a mixture of equal parts jealousy and disgust.

Their cover story was simple enough, Jungkook’s father was a wealthy tradesman from abroad who wanted to broaden his horizons, he had plenty of goods to offer the small town and wanted to start business there. Perhaps this story was the only thing stopping the racists amongst the community from slaughtering them on the spot.

Thankfully, a spell had been cast to ensure communication would not be an issue, the boys were now able to speak to any person in any language for as long as they lived, it was a gift to be multilingual and fluent in every language, and the men treated it as such. It was problematic enough that there were many physical differences between the group and the people of Thornheart, so the fact that all seven men dabbled with the dark arts themselves had to remain a secret. For their protection.

“Why should we save them? Why is it our lives at risk? Instead let’s take their belongings-“

“Must you have so much greed within you?” Jimin cut Hoseok off, “They have done nothing wrong, no laws have been broken.”

“Only the laws of nature.” Namjoon reminds the group, the rumour of the witch trials being the only reason they had been sent there in the first place. “They’re witches, even if they have not hurt people, there is nothing here that can prove they won’t.”

“You also practise the dark magics Namjoon, does that mean that you too cannot make the same promise?” Seokjin, the eldest member of the group hummed, thick brows raised expectantly. When Namjoon failed to respond the elder man added,

“Where are Yoongi and Taehyung?”

“Yoongi is sleeping.” Jimin stated matter of factly, “But I’m unsure where Taehyung could’ve ran off to.”

“Wherever he is, I hope he’s safe.” Seokjin watched the sun starting to set in the distance, the sky now painted with a beautiful pinky-orangey hue.

The seven men were friends by association, having known each other almost all their lives through family connections. While they were all men of the same age bracket and held similar values in life, their personalities were as different as could be.

Seokjin for example, the eldest man in the group, was often considered to be very self-centred, he didn’t share anything, not food, not water, not even his time nor knowledge. He was a selfish man, who thought only of himself and his own needs. On more than one occasion he would guzzle so much alcohol in one sitting that he would black out and barely remember a thing the next morning when he woke from slumber. Everybody knew Seokjin was the kind of man who would watch a child starve if it meant that he could still eat.

This would infuriate Namjoon, who was known for having a temper. He would call Seokjin selfish and conceited, once or twice the two men had physically scuffled to settle their differences. This was typical behaviour from Namjoon however, as many had described him as a bit of a brute over the years. And it was easy to see why people held that opinion of him, he was brash and had very violent tendencies, filled with rage. There were several rumours that he had accidentally killed a man during one of his nightly brawls. Not that the others ever questioned it, fearful he would turn on them too.

One member of the group however, Jimin, was jealous of Namjoon. He wished that he could stand up for himself as well as Namjoon did, definitely excluding the violence but he knew he lacked a certain masculinity that his friend had. That was one of Jimin’s worst and most frustrating traits, he envied anybody and everybody that crossed his path. For whatever reason it was, he constantly compared himself to others, over-analysing every single difference between he and them that he could find. It was an unhappy life, feeling as though he lived in the shadow of others, he was deemed shallow, though deep down he was angry that he would never be them.

Hoseok was arguably the second strongest young warlock amongst them, as he was addicted to the way it made him feel. It was the same with everything life had to offer, Hoseok was addicted. If he wanted something he would take it, and take more of it, and take more of it, steal it if he had to, until he had it all. It was a craving he had, Seokjin was often thought of as the most selfish member of the group and from an outsiders perspective perhaps that were true, but everybody on the inner circle knew it was Hoseok. He was a thief, he would bargain with others, lie, cheat his way into attaining whatever he wanted. It was pure greed.

Yoongi was the only man Hoseok had ever met who could stand talking to him for longer than an hour, and that was simply because Yoongi did not care about the materialism of things, or any one thing for that matter. Of course he loved and cared deeply for his family and friends, but above all else he was lazy - indifferent to everything, already tired of life itself despite only being in his late 20’s. Some people would describe him as easy going, but the reality of it was that he just didn’t care about anything. It was like he lived in his own head most of the time, always looking forward to his next sleep where he could truly be himself in his dreams. He was a very closed-off man, unreadable to most.

Taehyung was Yoongi’s polar opposite, he loved life, he loved everything life had to offer, excitement and ambition flowed through his veins, along with a burning desire for love. Ever since he was a young boy all he wanted was a wife, a family of his own, but more so the wife. There was a slight problem with this though, giving that Taehyung had built quite a reputation for himself amongst women. He couldn’t stay away from them, while he longed for a long term courtship with one woman - he had never found only one woman worth keeping around. Taehyung was in love with the idea of love, lust and a physical craving got in the way of him ever having or maintaining any kind of monogamous relationship, despite how much he yearned for it.

And then there was Jungkook, son of the most powerful warlock history had ever known. He too was power hungry, driven, thirsty for satisfaction and completion, always wanting to be the very best at everything. There was no denying he was strong, compared to his friends he was in a league of his own and nobody would dare cross him because of it. But Jungkook cared too much about how others perceived him, about people’s opinions and what they thought of him. He had what most others his age lacked, self-worth, nobility and charm. Even that didn’t stop his intrusive thoughts though, nor his craving for others approval. Especially his fathers, which is why he’d agreed to visit Thornheart and save as many witches as he could there in the first place. If it was important to his father it was important to him.

“He’s here.” Jimin gestures to a nearby stable, overlooking the fact Taehyung’s clothes were haphazardly hanging from his tall frame.

Taehyung wore a drunken smile as he returned to the group after being gone for what seemed like hours. Soon after sitting down he watched as the fair-skinned maiden he’d spent the afternoon with exited the same stable, her face flushed pink as she walked to the group of women, presumably her friends or family, with shaky legs.

“I hope for your sake she does not speak of this.” Jungkook scolded, eyes wide with realisation as he looked his friend up and down with disappointment.

“We’re here for the witch trials and nothing more, we do not need any unnecessary attention so could you keep your hands to yourself for a few more days-“

“She won’t say anything, I specifically asked her not to. You know how persuasive we can be.” A simple memory fog spell was all it took to ensure their safety, an underrated card many witches and warlocks didn’t know how to play. Of course, Taehyung had mastered it in his years practising magic.

“You fogged her memory?” Namjoon scoffed, visibly angry, “Why would you do something so-“

“Finally. I was beginning to tire of sitting around, at least Taehyung knows how to make this stay more entertaining.” Hoseok clapped his large hands once, sharing a knowing look with Taehyung.

“What’s done is done. You should rest now, I’ll take the first watch and alert anyone if my fathers suspicions were right.” Jungkook stood proudly, wiping any dirt from his clothes.

“Go and join Yoongi, I’ll be by the large well. Remember why we’re here.”

Jungkook’s back had been pressed against the well for hours, his chin dropping closer to his chest with each exhale, until he finally succumbed to sleep. What felt like minutes passed, it was over as soon as it began, a loud series of bangs snapped him into consciousness.

What was that? Jungkook’s eyes darted around, the sky was black and littered with glistening stars, roughly an hour must’ve passed, that’s when he saw it, a huge smoke cloud near to the stables.

Running so quickly that his tired legs almost buckled under his weight, he panted, praying his friends were not in that stable. The smell was strong and thick, burning wood tainted the air and that’s when he realised his father was right.

The witch trials.

“Taehyung?! Namjoon?!” He roared as he got closer, he saw three huge fires painting the sky with death, women’s screams burning his ears as he finally made it to the stables and attempted to break the door down.

“Jungkook!” Suddenly he was being tackled to the ground, Jimin pinning him to the dirt before putting a single finger to his lips, signalling Jungkook to be quiet.

“What happened? We need to save-“

“It’s no use, the woman Taehyung laid with, she was a witch - the memory fog spell didn’t work on her and she exposed us. We have to leave, now.”

The pair crawled far away to where the others were laid on their fronts, hidden within the tall grass, one final attempt at staying camouflaged. Who were the women screaming if the local folk were after them? It didn’t make any sense, just what had gone on while Jungkook slept?

“I’m sorry.” Taehyung sobbed quietly, “I’m so sorry. I don’t want to die, I don’t want any of us to die!”

“This is your fault, what good will apologising do now?” Namjoon spat, his face inches away from Taehyung, “If you’d just listened to Jungkook-“

“There are innocent people in there, we have to help them! Where are the witches? Why haven’t they done anything?” Jungkook was in disbelief, his eyes wide with shock as the horrific scene before him played out.

“Are they in the stable? Is that their screams?”

The stable was fully engulfed in angry flames, he could hear the screams of multiple women as smoke took over their lungs. Riddled with guilt he went to stand, to help them, before an unknown male voice bellowed,

“They’re there!”

The seven men had no hope, no escape, no plan B, there was no way they were getting out of this situation alive. They all knew that. Jungkook acted quickly and shared a knowing look with Hoseok, who nodded in agreement.

“Stay here, we’ll be back. Stay down. Don’t be seen.” Jungkook bolted towards the unknown voice, recognising him as one of the local racists who had been staring at them often. This wasn’t exactly ideal, far from it, but he and Hoseok had enough power between the two of them to fix this.

“Kneel.” Jungkook breathed, quickly scanning the surrounding area to make sure the local man was alone, “I said kneel.”

The man obliged, sinking to his knees visibly in pain as the fire roared behind him. Hoseok didn’t break eye contact with the man in question, controlling his every move with dark magic. Once Hoseok had full control of the man’s body he shared another knowing glance with Jungkook, who looked down at the clearly terrified local.

“I want you to shout that you were mistaken, you didn’t see us here. You’ve searched this whole field and you didn’t see us here.”

“...My mistake, they’re nowhere in this field!” The man’s voice broke up the sound of the crackling fire.

“The maiden was mistaken, we do not practise black magic. She herself is a witch and was trying to cover her scent. Do you understand?” By exposing the witches he knew he was putting himself and the others in grave danger, but in the moment he realised it was either the witches, or them.

“I understand.”

“She and the other witches here, they tried to frame 7 innocent men for their wrongdoings.”

“The witches framed 7 innocent men, the polite Asian men who visited us from abroad.” He was in a trance-like state, fully obedient to Jungkook. While Hoseok had kept the man from putting up a fight and rendering him physically helpless, it was Jungkook tearing apart his memories and replacing them with new ones. Ripping apart his mind piece by piece.

“Go. Tell the others you were mistaken, you were seduced by the witch and believed their lies.”

“What should we do to the witches?” It was an innocent enough question, but it was enough to make Hoseok panic, eyes shifting to Jungkook for clarification.

“They’re already in the stable.”

Fearing what the other locals thought of him if the witches managed to expose them before they left, he let his pride get in the way and simply kneeled, so that he was eye level with the man.

“Kill them. Kill them all.”

“Jungkook—“

“Tie them to the building, burn and kill them. Make sure not one escapes.” He cut off Hoseok, his eyes black with satisfaction as the helpless local man nodded quickly, gasping for air as he sprinted off to see out Jungkook’s plan.

“Your father sent us here to help them.” Hoseok whispered, “What would he say?”

“It was our only option, the witches here are clearly not our allies.”

Yoongi and the others watched as the two strongest amongst them walked back to the group, calmly, as though nothing had happened when mere moments ago they were all as good as dead.

“What happened?”

“We need to leave.”

“Are you not going to tell us what happened? You expect us to blindly follow you everywhere you go?!” Namjoon chuckled humourlessly, cracking his knuckles as he rose from the grass.

“By all means Namjoon, stay here if you wish. Or you can leave with us and be safe.” Jungkook poked his inner cheek with his tongue, visibly annoyed.

“Safe? With you? I don’t think I’ve ever heard of such thing! It’s laughable how you think you’re always in control—“

Everything went black.

When the group woke it was daylight, the sun stinging their tired eyes as they slowly, one by one, began to come round. They were individually bound with rope, each man wrapped round a tree with their backs pressed harshly against the trunk.

As Jungkook finally opened his eyes he was greeted with the image of a woman standing calmly a few feet away. She was young, he thought she must have been a late teenager, perhaps 20 at a push. Her clothes were disheveled, black soot covered most of her facial features but he could make out that she was pretty, her eyes were big and bright, yet full of sadness. It wasn’t the girl that Taehyung laid with, he thought, he couldn’t work out who she was or what she could possibly want from them. How did they get here? One minute he was fighting with Namjoon, and the next—

“She was my friend.” The girl spoke shakily, emphasising the past tense of her statement. “The woman you laid with was my friend and you had her killed.”

“How did we...Where are we?” Yoongi groaned in discomfort, he was tied to the tree sitting to Jungkook’s right, and to his left was Seokjin.

“What do you want from us?!” Hoseok’s voice was gruff and distant, Jungkook noticed that he was the furthest away out of the men. Perhaps the girl intentionally wanted to keep he and Hoseok separated as he was quite a distance away. And that’s when Jungkook realised. She saw. She heard. She knew.

“Please...We don’t want to hurt you, and I’m sorry about your friend.” Jungkook confessed, his words laced with guilt, even if he did directly sign her friends death sentence.

“We never meant any of this to happen.”

“My mother, my sister, my neighbours, friends... They’re all dead because of you.” She was heartbroken, he could tell. “When this is all over with and you’re left questioning yourselves why, I want you to remember this very moment.”

“If you were going to kill us you would’ve done so by now.” Yoongi rolled his eyes, shrugging beneath the ropes.

“Untie us and we will leave on our own accord.”

“Kill you? No. Death would be too kind.”

“I’m sure we can come to an agreement, please, free us.” Taehyung tried his luck, when the girl refused to back down he stared at her, deep into her eyes until he could feel her, manipulate her.

“Free us.”

Nothing happened in return, it was clear now that the girl who had captured them was a witch. A strong one. That gave her every reason to have their heads, considering what Jungkook had convinced the local man to do to the witches to cover their own tracks. Just as he was starting to connect the pieces together she spoke again, only this time in a language not one of the men could decipher. Her voice was croaky as she mumbled, chanted the strange language repeatedly.

“Jungkook I thought your father cast a spell so that we could understand all languages?” Seokjin was noticeably shaken up, they all were, this girl was a witch who’s family had just died at their hands. Now they were tied up, unable to understand her. She was in complete control of this situation.

“What language is this?”

“I’m not familiar with this kind of spell.” Hoseok watched the girl cautiously.

“What is she doing to us?!” Taehyung panicked, writhing in place as he silently sobbed, he knew this was all because of him, because he allowed lust to direct his decision making as opposed to his mind.

“This is all your fault,” Namjoon barked, “If we manage to live through this Taehyung I swear to you I will never forgive this—“

“What good is fighting going to do now? Lay off him—“

Thunder. Darkness. Heavy rain. Never a good sign when the dark arts are involved, Jungkook thought. The once burning hot sunshine had faded into a wild storm in a matter of seconds. Red lighting bolts started to pierce the ground, dangerously close to the trees.

“Have you ever seen a witch this strong?!” Hoseok directed his question to Jungkook, who was to busy trying to calculate what was going on to pay attention.

“She said death would be too easy?! So she’s not going to kill us? Perhaps it’s all for show?!” Seokjin hoped, hair and face now drenched in rainwater.

The girls chanting continued, the rain fell heavier and the lightning grew closer and hotter. Until suddenly everything stopped. No rain, no lightning, no thunder, even the sun started to show from behind the thick clouds.

“What did you to do us?!” Namjoon roared in her direction.

The scariest thing about this whole ordeal was how calm the girl remained, a witch that powerful could’ve snapped her fingers and had every man there killed in an instant. But she didn’t. Why? What punishment did she deem fit for the crime?

“You will never live a normal human life. Not even a half life, half human half warlock, no, the lives you will all lead will be much, much worse.”

“What did you do?” Jungkook was curious yet cautious, she was obviously very powerful and very angry. None of them were safe.

“I’ve watched you these past few days, your interactions, your opinions, you’re all selfish monsters... I knew something was different about you from the moment our eyes met.” She approached Jungkook slowly, having kept her distance from them until now.

She really was very attractive he noted, the memory of her beautiful yet dangerous eyes would haunt him for the rest of his days.

“Please,” he pleaded, “What did you do?”

“Nothing yet.” She smiled, “But when the sun sets you will all be cursed with a soulless immortality.”

Jungkook frowned, blatantly confused.

“What do you mean? Immortality isn’t—“

“I’ve taken away your human souls, ripped them from your human bodies and replaced them with your sins. You’re all damned to spend the rest of eternity with no soul, all you’ll be is a walking manifestation of everything that’s wrong with this world.”

“Why not just kill us?” Hoseok was quiet, the concept of spending the rest of eternity without a soul weighing heavy on his shoulders. “Why go to all this trouble, for the people responsible for your families death?”

“You behaved like soulless demons, and now that’s exactly what you’ll be. Forever.”

The girl smiled darkly, her eyes flickering with hatred before she vanished, leaving the men tied to trees in the middle of nowhere, Jungkook hoped she was telling the truth about them being immortal, for he knew they wouldn’t survive long like this.

330 years later

Thornheart looked different these days, while it was still a small somewhat gothic looking town in America, it had come a long way since the witch trials. It had everything you’d expect from a small town, a library, a church, only one good movie theatre and a handful of bars. Thornheart was actually famous for its community college, its history programme was on par with that of Ivy-league schools, and only for a fraction of the price per semester.

Once dirt tracks had now turned into actual roads, with cars, moving vehicles that people needed licenses to drive - only three centuries ago children as young as five were expected to ride horses, and that was if their family had social status, or a horse. For most families and children, walking was the only way to get from A to B. Now there were cars, trains, planes, buses, underground transport. He didn’t need magic to get around anymore, no, instead all he needed was a license.

Technology was slowly taking over the world too, hand held computers that could connect anyone anywhere were the newest accessories. Apart from tiny computers for watches that is, they were actually called accessories and they were capable of tracking everywhere a person went. The information gathered from them was definitely being sold to the government but it couldn’t be proven. Well of course it couldn’t be proven, that would be heavily incriminating - but everyone and their stylish dogs with 100K Instagram followers knew that the government was corrupt. All governments were corrupt, in all corners of the world.

Facebook, Google, Netflix, Tinder... there was an app for everything. The whole world at the touch of a button or the swipe of a tiny screen. The new world was incredible, the possibilities were endless anyone was capable of anything and there was a real beauty knowing that there was a community for everything. Even foot fetishists had their forums and Twitter groups, a safe space for them to talk about...toes?

Jungkook’s thoughts were interrupted by the small barista passing him his black coffee to go, another excellent thing about modern day living — caffeine.

“Thanks.” He nodded as he grabbed the cup, the cold September air hugging his legs as he left Starbucks. He’d heard others complain about big money making cooperate chains like Starbucks, but given that he was around when the company used to be much smaller and make much much less money...he figured it didn’t matter too much. He liked their coffee, it was as simple as that.

People looked different these days too, society has simultaneously never been more inclusive yet dismissive of everyone’s differences. Racists, homophobes and misogynists had become somewhat a dying species over the centuries, thankfully, however assholes still did exist. Skin could be permanently marked whichever way a person could want, tattoos were widely accepted amongst all cultures, and piercings too. People could enhance body parts, suck the fat from wherever they wanted, a person could be made up of 75% plastic at this point and nobody would bat an eyelid, as it was considered to be the new normal.

Jungkook blended into the world much like anyone else would, nobody would’ve suspected he was a 354 year old soulless demon. He had dark hair that parted in the middle, exposing his forehead and eyebrows, piercing included. Although he usually detested humans, given that he felt above them and all, he couldn’t deny some of them had fantastic taste. Musicians were among some of the people he actually enjoyed. He was also particularly fond of his tattoo artist, who had completed his right arm sleeve and pierced his body several times.

It was all part of the plan, to fit in, to blend. To look like he really could be a 24 year old history major at the local community college.

Jungkook had money, he had tons of money, after all nobody has an excuse to be broke when they’re older than the banks themselves. Being rich meant he could’ve technically gone to any school he wanted, and that he did, his favourite place to study was Oxford University in England in the 1980’s when everybody was high on ecstasy and the exam questions were genuinely easy. Sometimes he missed the ‘sex, drugs and rock n’ roll’ way of the world, specifically the music that came with it, but if he had to be honest he preferred the times the way they were now. He had nine bachelors degrees, five master’s, and three PHD’s. Because what else was he supposed to do with the rest of eternity?

The group of young men that went to America to stop the witch trials 330 years ago were not as close as they once were. Understandable of course, some people find it difficult to maintain friendships for 10+ years never mind 300+. Occasionally they meet, he takes comfort in the fact that thanks to technology they’re only a simple text or phone call away from each other. No communication or teleportation spells were needed in this century, just an iPhone.

When Jungkook thinks of them he remembers them fondly, he remembers their trip to America... how he had more witches killed than he saved, how he probably could’ve done a lot more to help but decided to save himself first. Above all, he remembers the look in that girls eyes, her sinister yet somehow intimate eyes, the same girl who damned them to an eternity of misery, replacing their souls with their sins.

There was a lot of folklore surrounding those witch trials, a lot of speculation and gossip, some historians even said the events that transpired that day is the true origin story of the seven deadly sins. But Jungkook laughs at those historians who think they know what happened, besides the seven deadly sins were documented long before the witch trials, he can’t correct their wild fantasy stories so instead he likes to play along as the top history student, eager to learn and discuss.

And a discussion he was going to have, not with his new professor, but instead with his friends and fellow demons from years before, every few years they try their best to ‘hangout’ with each other. For the last three centuries it had been purely social visits, most of them having moved states or counties over the years, but this time Jungkook had something he wanted to talk about. Something he’d been researching for almost 200 years to make sure he’d got his facts right before sharing with the group.

The cure.

It was around 11PM when Jungkook walked into the bar, dressed in a fitted black suit with a matching black satin shirt, dress shoes and dark sunglasses. He spotted his friends straight away sitting in a large booth in the far corner, close to the men’s room.

“There he is, man of the hour.” Taehyung rose his glass toward Jungkook, proposing a cheers.

Taehyung looked different now too, much like the rest of them he tried his best to fit in with the humans, perhaps a little too much in his case. He dressed very well for the time, always keeping up to date with the latest trends. Dark brunette hair kissed his high cheekbones as he too had grown it out in an attempt to show off his sharp jaw line. He was sitting next to Jimin, and though he was shorter than Taehyung he took equal pride in his body and had been doing some bulking over the last few years, his plain white shirt tight around his biceps as he shifted in his seat.

“Already got you a vodka.” Taehyung gestured toward a small glass sitting patiently on the table, “No ice. Can tell your a demon from your drink order, what kind of human would drink straight vodka?”

Jungkook sat down and joined his peers, not missing the way a small group of women ogled the men as they all greeted one another. Namjoon, Seokjin and Hoseok had been bulking too it seemed, their casual clothing clinging to their forms in ways that made the female bar tender smile.

“Where’s Yoongi?” Jungkook scanned the bar just in case, but to no avail.

“Running late of course.” Seokjin rolled his eyes, he had four empty glasses stacked next to him already. Just because they were immortal didn’t mean they couldn’t get drunk, in fact, Seokjin looked well on his way already.

“Nice suit, bit much for a 24 year old history major don’t you think?” Hoseok smiled brightly, Namjoon chuckled next to him.

“Nothing wrong with taking pride in your appearance.” Jungkook stated matter of factly, “You all look well.”

“We’ve been working out together, not physically together because yknow Seokjin and Namjoon live in South Korea now but we do the FaceTime and work out 6 times a week now.” Hoseok wiggled his black iPhone, seemingly proud of knowing what FaceTime was. “Isn’t technology crazy these days?”

“Tell me about it, I matched with a little hottie on Tinder and she was at my place within 10 minutes.” Taehyung chuckled to himself, “It’s so easy to get sex these days, yknow you should try it Jungkook. Might stop you from being such an uptight pri—“

“Sorry, sorry I’m late.” Yoongi made Jungkook move up so he could sit at the booth, “I knew I had to be here but I’ll be honest I couldn’t be assed to move until 20 minutes ago. This better be good Jungkook.”

“Ah yes, you wanted to discuss something with us right?” Namjoon asked, while signalling the bar tender to get another round of drinks in. “And then after that we can all get blackout drunk like we always do.”

“Well now we’re all here I’ll get straight to it, I know we’re all very busy men so I won’t waste your time... What if I told you there was a cure to the curse? What if I told you there was a way to get our souls back, a way to undo the spell that witch cast on us.”

The air filled with thick silence, unreadable looks being exchanged from all directions on the table. It appeared nobody expected this from Jungkook, and he knew this would be the case. He’d been researching it himself for so long that it was a normal topic for him, but not to his friends.

“What makes you think we’d want that?” Hoseok was the first to speak, “Why should we want to...get our souls back?”

Jungkook prepared for this, they had all been stripped of any humanity they had when their souls were taken from them. He knew that there was a possibility the others wouldn’t care for the cure, they’d only known this lifestyle for so long after all. His friend was right, what was the appeal in having a soul? Emotions often made things...complicated to say the least.

“So you wouldn’t want to find the bitch that did this to us and finally get revenge?” Jungkook opted for plan B, it would be easier to convince them this way. “She damned us to an eternity of being soulless demons, so if we were to find her, and cure ourselves of this...life...she gave us, wouldn’t that be considered the best revenge? To take back our strength and no longer feel weak to some silly woman who cursed us all those years ago.”

The group looked between each other, nobody said a single word until the next round of drinks had been delivered. Seokjin guzzled his immediately and gestured for another, Yoongi and Namjoon were the first to open their mouths.

“What would happen?” Yoongi was curious, “Would we die?”

“I don’t know.” Jungkook was honest, “I haven’t worked out the finer details it’s an unknown spell written in a lost language... It’s a possibility that we could die though, yes.”

“I’m in.” Namjoon stated matter of factly.

“Me too.” Jimin added, “This isn’t a life, I hate myself, I hate the way we pretend to be human, I hate humans, I loathe humans, I envy how they know nothing of the real world. Know nothing of what’s really out there.” His face was stern, tone serious.

“Wait, wait, wait,” Taehyung held up a slender finger, “I don’t want to die? I didn’t want to then and I definitely don’t now. Call it life call it a half life, a curse; whatever it is I happen to like it. I get by just fine. I’m rich, good looking, I can get any girl I want...No, count me out.”

“How did you find it?” Hoseok had been just as hung up on the magic the witch used against them as Jungkook had been, “And why didn’t you tell me?”

Why didn’t Jungkook tell him? Not the group. Him. Hoseok was still the same greedy selfish demon he always had been, even after three whole centuries.

“I wanted to make sure I had all the facts before I came to you.”

“Ah yes, I forget how proud you are.” Seokjin spat, “Count me out, I want nothing to do with this.”

“You’re saying it’s a possibility that we’ll die, right? Is that the only possibility?” Hoseok quizzed Jungkook, brows knitted together in confusion.

“No.” Jungkook laughed, “There’s also a possibility that we’d get our souls back and return to being human. Have a normal mundane life, grow old, have kids... I don’t know all the details yet, I just wanted to let you all know that it could be possible.”

“How can we find out the outcome of the cure? Before we make any decisions. I think that knowing what would happen for sure would ease our minds.” Hoseok rationalised to the group, all five other men nodding in agreement as they looked to Jungkook for answers.

“Leave it with me, you all should stay in town while I fill in the blanks. That way I can update you appropriately. Trust me, I’m closer to finding the truth than I’ve ever been.”

The men spoke amongst themselves, every one of them curious to how Jungkook had even discovered there was such thing as a cure, and after many, many more drinks, Hoseok couldn’t contain himself much longer.

“How did you find out there could maybe be a cure?” The others watched on eagerly, “How did you know there was a way to get our souls back?”

“I came across a witch 200 years ago who said she needed some DNA, preferably blood of a relative, as in the witches relative, to find out any information... But she was familiar with the language, it’s old, ancient black magic that many are too afraid to use. And now there’s this girl, in my history class... I think she could a descendant of the witch who cursed us-“

“But we never got her name.” Jimin reminded him, he was hanging onto every word that was said to make sense of the situation, “How could you know such a thing?”

“Do you see that girl in the black cocktail dress? Standing near the guy who’s obviously trying his best to get into her pants tonight, the one with the snake tattoo on her left calf? Black fluffy heels?” Jungkook knowingly stirred his 17th, maybe 18th drink as the men turned to the girl he was referring to. There was a reason he picked this particular bar for his friends to meet, on this particular day.

“Okay but the second that guy leaves her side I’m sweeping down on that prey.” Taehyung winked, “She’s gorgeous. And that tight little body-“

“No, really look at her, all of her not just her ass.” Jungkook insisted, a proud smirk evident on his lips, “Watch her face when she turns around.”

You were drunk, that was a given, your friend Jackson had offered to pay for a night out to cheer you up, having feeling a little down recently. It was nearing two years since your mom had passed away, the tragic accident had also claimed your grandmothers life that very same evening. Nobody knew how the fire started, even firefighter officials were baffled. Candle? No. Wires? No. Was it arson? Nobody knew. The Thornheart rumour was that it was intentional, but of course that couldn’t be proven.

It was just you and your younger brother now, your dad worked out of town a lot meaning he was never really home. Leaving you to be the adult of the house 9 times out of 10. Not that you minded, you were always going to look out for your little brother no matter what. It was just rough sometimes, feeling as though you had nobody to turn to, not really.

You missed your mother’s maternal warmth, her reassurance that everything would work out just fine. Sure your dad tried his best, god bless him he tried so hard, but a mother’s love is different. It just is. She grew you, nurtured you, mothered you for 18 years, no amount of counceling was going to repair the damage that had already been done. It was akin to losing a best friend, you were both very close, the women of the family always found strength and comfort in each other. Or at least they did until you were the only female in your family left.

“Want another drink?” Jackson playfully nudged your side with his elbow, pulling you from your thoughts.

Despite his advances he was an old friend from school, a good friend. Perhaps you were selfish to come out with him like this, knowing it probably meant more to him than it did to you.

“I shouldn’t!” You admitted, “I’m kinda wasted.” You laughed, you were so drunk now that the bar was starting to spin, in every direction.

“Plus I do have class tomorrow!”

“Oh yeah right, how’s that going anyway?” Jackson pretended to care, he’d decided to skip college and get a job straight away working as a mechanic. It was good enough for him but you always knew you wanted to be a history major ever since you were little. Something about the rich history in Thornheart and local folklores had always fascinated you, of course you rarely admitted it to anybody because you didn’t want to seem like a complete nerd.

“Yeah it’s going good, I think I need to get going now actually. Starting to feel a little nauseous.” You lied, knowing Jackson would probably invite you back to his place if you hadn’t alluded to vomit. It was an easy get of jail free card, if jail was a slightly awkward conversation with an old friend who you didn’t want to sleep with.

“Yeah sure, come on I’ll walk you home.”

Jungkook watched you stumble away from your stool, the desperate blonde guy still following you as you made you way to exit the building.

“She looks—“

“Exactly like her.” Jungkook cut Namjoon off, “I know it was hard to make out her features that day with all that dirt on her face but I’m telling you, she got close to me after the storm and that girl is her double. I would recognise those eyes anywhere.”

“How do you know it’s not the witch herself?” Hoseok was cautious, “Pretending to be a college student? If she had the power to make us immortal there’s a chance she is too.”

“I made that mistake too, but she had no idea what I was talking about and I fogged her memory yesterday to make her forget the whole conversation, it was quite embarrassing actually, memory fog wouldn’t work if she was a witch.”

As you made your way down the three steps that separated the bar from a raised area, Jungkook couldn’t help but stare. Taehyung was right you were beautiful, and not in a fake Instagram influencer way that every girl was nowadays. You had real beauty, class, elegance, you were sexy—

“Get your hand off me.” Your eyes were wide, dark with fury as you stared down Taehyung, who had gripped onto your wrist as you walked past their table.

“Do I even know you?” Your question was sincere as you scoped over the men, who were now all undoubtedly staring at you.

“Not yet darling, but you will.” Taehyung flirted, winning you to tear your hand from his grip. You looked disgusted, Jungkook noted, your brows were furrowed and your nostrils flared, mouth ever so slightly ajar. And then you looked at him, your features softening a tiny fraction.

“You’re in my history class right?” The question was rhetorical, you knew Jungkook was in your history, you’d seen him in class a few times, he sat directly in front of you.

You’d never seen him in a suit though.

“Yeah, I’m Jungkoo—“

“Yeah I don’t care, keep your friends on a tighter leash when you take them out from now on. Next time your boy pulls something like that I’ll break his fucking hand.” You snapped, exiting the bar quickly with your friend close behind.

The instant dismissal stung a little, but Jungkook liked your confidence, your assertiveness, your strength, he liked how much pride you had — he saw a lot of himself in you, and he wanted to see more of you. Normally human girls would never get his attention, not in a million years... maybe the occasional witch he’d run into every 60 years or so... But there was something about you that intrigued him, he was curious from the moment he first saw you two weeks ago.

“You heard that? It’s like she thinks you’re in charge of me!” Taehyung was, for the first time in 300 years, flabbergasted. “You wait til I see her I’m gonna make her regret those words, we’re talking—“

Jungkook stiffened, “You won’t be touching her.”

“So what’s your plan? Be a student for the millionth time just to get close to her, see if she knows her history and try and build her family tree backwards until we find our witch? That’s gonna take so much time, man.” Yoongi sighed.

“We’re not getting any older.” Hoseok reminded him, “Worth a shot, even if all we get is information. I think it would be worth us all enrolling, so we can keep an eye on her.”

“She doesn’t seem like the type of human that opens up to everybody, I hope you’re prepared for disappointment.” Namjoon breathed quietly.

“But if we all go, there’s more chance of her getting close to at least one of us...” Hoseok was calm, calculated, he was plotting something.

It was to be expected, him wanting to be in on the plan, of course he did, his ego was probably already damaged that he hadn’t been involved prior to this point. Jungkook raised what little vodka was left in his glass to propose a final toast, “To college.”

“What’s her name anyway?” Jimin asked as everyone’s glasses clinked together in celebration, glancing quickly toward the exit to ensure you had actually left the building, unable to hear this conversation.

“Y/N.”

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To Be Damned | The 7 Deadly Sins

Chapter 4, Yearn

Pairing - jungkook x reader

Genre - angst, slow burn, E2L, F2L, fluff, smut

Word count - 6k

multipart series, multimember series, college au, fantasy au, demon!jungkook

Warnings: 18+, oc drinks a lot and snorts coke, swearing, sexual frustration

There is no ‘How To Be a Witch 101’ lecture you can attend, and despite your best effort to find one, it turns out there was no ‘Demons for Dummies’ in the local library either. You’ve been researching for days, attempting to find anything that could help and guide you into your ‘destiny’. It was sad really, how all the women in the family had their mothers to teach and support them through this transition, yet you were all alone in this.

Thanks to a quick internet search you found some lavender capsules, two doses a day is enough to manage the headaches and it looks a lot less suspicious than drinking a purple floral tea. Everyone is taking something these days, be it antidepressants or something more extreme, nobody was going to bat an eyelid if they did see you popping pills. According to your moms journal entries the migraine was nothing more than mere growing pains, your brain expanding to full capability as you get stronger.

The idea of someone getting into your head and manipulating your thoughts still doesn’t sit right with you, but you figure that’s exactly what’s happened and as a result – you’re now in transition. It had to be Jungkook, as much as you didn’t want to believe it, it had to be him.

So now there’s two things you’re absolutely sure of. The first, you were related to the original Y/N, the most powerful witch ever documented who went rouge after her family and friends were framed and killed. And the second, Jungkook was one of the seven men responsible for their deaths, making him a present day demon. One of the seven sin demons, the strongest of their kind. Because obviously nobody could be just average at anything these days.

Y/N is also known as the First Witch, giving that she was the first of your kind to flip the switch, something others didn’t even know was possible until she did it. Witches draw their energy from the Earth, they utilise the purity and goodness from nature to make them stronger. The first witch however disturbed balance in the world when she drew her power from something much deeper, darker, scarier. Unfortunately there’s barely any documentation explaining much beyond that. She went on to slaughter millions of men who wronged her, if they’d wronged her, by the sounds of it she was drunk with power and couldn’t stop her killing spree until somebody had no choice but to stop her. Who that somebody was you have no idea, but the last record of her was nearly 200 years ago now.

The idea of Jungkook and his friends being immortal is somewhat funny to you, especially since he’d decided to move to Thornheart to study history at the local college – He has all of eternity to plague the Earth with his stupidly perfect face, and he decides to take the higher education route. You scoff aloud, he’s at least 350 years older than you. The only explanation for it is that he knows who you are, and what you are, and he feigned friendship to get close to you for his own selfish reasons. You scoff again, what a fucking asshole.

You haven’t told anybody about your transition, not your dad, not Jay, and especially not Lisa. If Lisa knew she would drop Taehyung immediately, which albeit might be the right thing to do considering you suspect he’s a fucking demon, but you can’t risk any of them figuring out you know what you are, and more importantly you know what they are. It was safer to play dumb for now, you knew enough about Hoseok and Taehyung to know they wouldn’t hurt Jay or Lisa. Still, you’re not particularly thrilled that your best friend is fucking a demon. A sin demon. Guilt gnaws your insides for not telling her the truth, but you figure it’s safer for her not to know the whole truth. At least not yet, not until you’ve managed to control your powers some more.

It's impressive how quickly your powers just seemed to click into place. It had only been a matter of days but you can already set anything on fire with a simple glare, something you figured out when the coffee machine at the library was out of order, the prospect of having no caffeine that day won the entire machine to burst into flames.

Your senses are heightened, everything smells stronger and sounds are louder, you have this crazy awareness now, you can tell when people are looking in your direction, even if you’re not facing them. You can smash glass without touching it, make changes to the weather depending on your mood. And you’re certain you can cause people physical pain without needing to touch them, though you haven’t put it to the test because… Well why would you? You didn’t want to hurt anybody.

Demons hurt people, witches protect the people from getting hurt. Your mom’s journals said something about how witches feel almost responsible for the mess that follows demons, giving the first witch was the one who created them. There are thousands out there, though you’re unclear on what triggers their transition, perhaps a sin demon has something to do with it.

Walking into class you almost freeze in place as your eyes find Jungkook sitting at his usual desk, he’s drumming his thumbs on his coffee cup as he stares out the window. Shit. He turns to face you as you approach your own seat next to him, he looks worried. As if that were possible, demons couldn’t be anything, they were demons. At least that’s what all the books say.

“Morning.” He doesn’t smile today, “I didn’t think you’d be here today.”

“You’re the one who’s been skipping class.” You sit, avoiding his gaze as you grab the laptop from your bag and place it in front of you. “Feeling better?”

“Mm.” He nods, tongue pressing the inside of his cheek briefly, all while not looking at you, “How’s your head now?”

“Fine.” You bite.

You’re so aware of his presence, every nerve in your body is on fire, it’s difficult to concentrate as class begins. The professor is handing out grades and briefing your next assignment, but you physically can’t listen to him because the sound of Jungkook’s steady breathing is flooding your ears, the smell of his expensive cologne thickens the limited space between you and you feel like you’re going to choke on it.

“Well done Y/N,” Your professor drops a paper onto your desk, with a huge red A+ marked in the top right corner, “Top marks, you should think about getting this published, you know so much about the Thornheart witch trials… Seems a bit of a waste that I’ve had the pleasure of reading this and nobody else has.”

“Thank you…” You offer him an awkward smile, is he hitting on you? His stare lingers on your chest for a beat before he turns to Jungkook, ah, he was hitting on you. He’s a creep. Nice.

“Good work as always Jungkook.” He walks away.

Jungkook’s jaw is clenched, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down rhythmically as though he’s catching the words in his throat before they slip out. He looks furious, burning a hole into the back of the professors head with his black eyes. You spot the A+ on his paper and decide to defuse the tension he’s creating, no matter how uncomfortable it makes you.

“Well done.” You point to the sheet in front of him, “On your paper.”

“Thanks.” His profile softens ever so slightly as he looks directly at your face, “You too.”

He looks handsome today, no different from any other day in that respect. He’s wearing a black oversized t shirt with matching black sweats and military style boots, a variety of tattoos on display for the world to see. His hairs a little longer now you notice, he looks good.

“So, um, at Lisa’s house you said you wanted to talk to me about something.” You don’t miss him looking at your lips, hanging onto each word.

“You’re shaking.”

At this you glance down at your bouncing leg, fuck. You were nervous, after all you know what he is and he probably knows what you are at this point. Your heart starts hammering away inside your chest, the noise of blood coursing through your veins rings in your ears as you look back up to face him.

“Probably too much coffee,” You lie, “What did you want to take to me about?”

He smirks at this, presumably seeing straight through your bullshit. “I think you already know.”

Gulping, you choke out, “I do?”

“For what it’s worth I never meant to hurt you.”

“I-, what?” You’re frowning now.

Jungkook nods dimly in response, “You don’t have to lie to me anymore, I know you remember.”

“I can honestly say I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Mm.” He ruffles his hair, “I should’ve never manipulated you like I did.”

“What are you talking about?”

He sighs, visibly unamused, “I know you know Y/N, stop playing dumb with me.”

“Jungkook…” You move closer to him, practically drowning yourself in his scent, “I genuinely don’t know what you’re talking about.”

It isn’t a lie, you don’t know exactly what he’s talking about. But his confession confirms your suspicions all the same, Jungkook had manipulated you in some way and triggered your powers. He isn’t human, he’s a 350 year old fucking demon. A sin demon. The scariest part of this is that you’re not scared at all, you’re still drawn to him, still want to see the good in him even though he’s the epitome of evil.

Except he doesn’t feel evil at all, he’s just Jungkook.

He looks up through dark eyelashes, eyes desperately searching your face for the truth. “You don’t?” He’s quiet.

“Is this about the party? Look I know it’s not an excuse but I was drunk and-“

His chuckle cuts you off, “I don’t care about your little outburst.”

“Then what do you care about?” If anything at all, you mentally add.

He stays silent.

10th March 1988

All my friends are going to Motley Crue concerts getting fucked up and I’m trying to not to accidentally set anything on fire or explode anything on a daily basis. I miss my old life. I don’t want to be a witch! I’m trying my hardest to accept it and control my powers but… It’s so depressing. 6 months ago I was a normal college student cramming for exams and flirting my way into clubs, now look at me. Writing in a diary that nobody’s ever gonna read about my sad, pathetic, magical life. It’s cruel that my life was already dictated for me before I was even born. I don’t think I could do that, it’s not fair, I couldn’t do that to my children, it fucking sucks. So I guess I’ll die alone with no husband, no children, no ties to this shitty magical world.

You sympathise with her completely, it’s exactly how you felt popping lavender capsules and trying not to blow anything up every day. Your chest tightens at your mom’s handwriting, she didn’t want to have kids because she knew what they would have to go through. For the longest time you’d known you were ‘an accident’ or a ‘happy surprise’ as your dad likes to call it, but something about her written confession upsets you. It did suck. It is cruel. But that’s life.

Sleep doesn’t come easy to you that night, you’re tossing and turning in bed before you finally cave and reach for your phone. To your disappointment you have no messages, not even one. You still haven’t deciphered what Jungkook was talking about in class earlier, but judging by his recent Instagram post he didn’t have the time to be dwelling on it like you are.

He stood shirtless and damp in a gym locker room, wet hair sticking to his forehead. He looks fucking beautiful, it makes sense that he’s a demon because the curves and shadows of his body are somewhat…unholy. Tattoos litter his chest and the left side of his ribcage, as well as the ones you’ve already seen when he wears short sleeves.

A sudden memory floods your senses with an almost audible bang in your head. It was Jungkook, he was panting and sweating… He wore a tight black tank top exposing his broad muscular shoulders. ‘I was on a run and I saw you, I live nearby.’ Your head begins to ache. ‘Why are you here alone?’ The picture of him fades to black. It was when you finally succumbed to sleep you remembered the whole thing, watching it play out in your mind.

“You don’t have to tell me what’s wrong but I’ll listen, if you want to.” Jungkook’s large palm brushes your shoulder.

“My grandma’s house used to be here, it burned down two years ago today actually. Her and my mom were inside, they didn’t make it out.”

“I’m sorry.” He looks genuinely sympathetic.

After a small conversation and some comfortable silence Jungkook looks around the field, then back to you, sitting next to him in the grassy field.

“You know apparently this is where the Thornheart witch trials took place in 1692. In an old stable on this field, those trees are were the seven travellers were tied to.”

“Are you kidding me?”

You watch yourself quickly lose your shit with him, unable to keep yourself from yelling exactly what you thought of him in that moment. It was clear as day now, this is what he had been talking about. This is what he was referring to. I should’ve never manipulated you like that. You regain focus on the memory of you two in the field.

“For what it’s worth I think you’re beautiful, I’m sorry.”

“I want you to forget this ever happened, you didn’t see me here today, you’re gonna go home and spend some time with your family.”

A 50/50 cocktail of equal parts rage and understanding washes over you as you stir beneath the sheets. On one hand, how dare he get into your head and make you forget about how shitty of a human, sorry, non-human he is. On the other hand you find it difficult to be angry with him, after all what he was saying at the time is much more significant to your life now. You wonder if the fire that killed your grandma and mom was magically inclined. No, now you’re being ridiculous. It was an accident.

An accident that made no sense.

Still, Jungkook shouldn’t have erased your memories like that – his doing so is potentially what’s triggered your powers. Asshole. So why aren’t you scared of him? This confirms everything, he’s a fucking demon, you’re a witch. A Stephen King style twist on the classic Romeo and Juliet Shakespeare tale. It’s sickening how you still crave his presence now you know what he really is. What would your mother say? Your grandmother?

Your hips sway to the beat of the loud music, having made an impulse decision to come clubbing with Jackson tonight. You need a break, a stress release, a night of dumb decisions and lots of vodka. The club is dark save for the occasional rhythmic strobe lights, bodies press against each other in the crowds as they dance, desperate yet silent as they beg for attention.

Jackson brought you to a dingy nightclub down town called Sticks, the drinks were cheap and the DJ was good. You didn’t care where you were partying, as long as you were partying hard.

“Where’s Lisa?” Jackson dances with you.

“Probably with her boyfriend.” You take a large gulp of the drink you hold, you do feel guilty for not inviting her out but you know that wherever Lisa goes, Taehyung had a tendency to follow. And you did not need that right now.

Jackson’s smile widens, “Wanted me all to yourself did you?”

You laugh a little too hard, “Not quite. I just need a break yknow? I’m stressed.”

“Ah..” He looks disappointed, “Well in that case, want some of this?” He gestures to a small clear packet filled with white crumbs in his shirt pocket.

“Hmmm….” You ponder for a moment, “Fuck it. I’ll be right back.” You snatch the bag from him and head to the ladies room.

Standing in the cubicle alone you manage to rack up and snort two fat slugs of cocaine. Fuck it. It had been a while since you were this reckless, one night off being a control freak wouldn’t damage your reputation. Tonight you were here to get fucked up, and fucked up you were.

As if your senses weren’t heightened enough from the transition, as the coke rapidly takes over your brain you become more aware of everything. The music sounds better, the crowd feels friendlier, no inhibitions, no negativity – just one of your best friends and a shit load of drugs & alcohol. You’re making your way back to the pulsing dancefloor when you spot a familiar face in the crowd, deep in conversation with your friend.

Grinning, you approach the pair and formally introduce yourself.

“Hello there Jimin, I'm Y/N." You blurt, happily rolling your hips to the song that's playing. You recognise him from Instagram.

Jimin is quite good looking you notice, he's shorter than the friends of his you've met but he's charming, his features are soft and delicate, his lips plump and the most perfect shade of pink you've ever seen. You don't miss the way his eyes give you a quick once-over, he is but a simple man after all. Well, potentially he's a complicated demon but at least he likes your tiny sage green dress.

"Hi Y/N. Nice to finally meet you." He winks, and for a moment you forget how to breathe, "Does Jungkook know you're here?"

His question catches you off guard, "Didn't realise I had to tell him."

"Who's Jungkook?" Jackson's pupils are dilated, presumably from the cocaine but it could also be from the envy currently slapping his features.

"A friend of mine, he's kind of... Interested in Y/N."

You stifle a laugh, "For all the wrong reasons I might add."

"What makes you say that?" Jimin cocks his head to the left before fixing his white shirt.

"It's the truth isn't it." Your dancing stills, your face serious as you realise you're about to cross a line that can't be uncrossed. "How do you two know each other anyway?" You deflect.

"Jimin's been helping me with strength training at the gym." Jackson gives you a look that screams 'are you okay?' and you nod.

"Ohhh, you're one of those guys." Your eyes roll, "I'll be right back gonna go get another drink." “

Approaching the glossy bar you raise a manicured finger to get the bartenders attention, there's no immediate response but eventually a young girl walks over and asks for your order. 'Vodka lemonade' you yell above the music, and she returns with a tall sparkling glass.

“That’s just 6.66.”

You chuckle inwardly, feeling painfully mocked by the devils number.

Before you have time to open your purse a large, tattooed hand taps a blue credit card to the card machine the bartender holds.

“Thanks, you didn’t have to though.” Your smile fades as your eyes settle on the man beside you. He flicks his hair from his eyes and drinks in the shape of your curves.

“So,” Placing one hand on the bar, Jungkook smirks, “Are you still going to play dumb with me?”

“No idea what you’re talking about.” You look for the bartender and call her back over, “Yeah can I get two shots of whiskey too please?”

“You know I don’t like whiskey.” Jungkook quips in your ear, his fruity breath warm on your neck.

“As much as I’d love to see you throw up just because you’re a pussy who can’t handle liquor, they’re not for you.” You click your tongue, turning to face him. “They’re both mine.”

He looks so fucking good, his lips are shiny and inviting. Silver hoops hang from his ears by the plenty, matching the rings that decorate his big hands. He’s wearing a dark distressed denim co-ord, a white shirt threatens to slip out beneath his jacket, all tied together with a sinister smile.

“Mm.” He nods, “Make it four.” He holds up 4 slender digits to the bar tender, who seems awkward since he hasn’t looked away from you once, but she agrees.

“I thought you didn’t like whiskey?” You mock him, reaching for your purse.

“I don’t really,” He lowers his face to meet your eye level, “Just proving a point.”

You scoff as Jungkook presses his credit card to the reader machine, not letting you pay for this round either. “Yeah? And what points is that exactly?”

“I’m many things Y/N,” He purrs, grabbing two of the freshly poured golden shots from the bar – effortlessly knocking them back one after another, he doesn’t react to the taste. “But I’m not a pussy.”

Heat licks the base of your spine, the hairs on the back of your neck stand to attention as if they’re reaching out for him to touch you. You ignore your racing heartbeat, “Why are you here?”

To this he smiles, he knows exactly what he’s doing to you, “Blowing off steam, been a rough couple of weeks. What are you doing here?”

“The same.” You swallow your own shots one after the other, locking eyes with his.

“Mm. You didn’t answer my question.” Shifting closer to you he leaves one palm on the bar, caging you in.

“I did actually.” His arms are huge, you notice.

“Let me rephrase then,” His other hand grips your jaw and forces you to look him in the eye, “Are you afraid of me?”

The hold he has on your face isn’t rough, it’s rather gentle all things considered. On the dancefloor behind him you see Jimin staring in this direction, their friend Namjoon beside him. Thankfully Jackson was facing the other way, presumably talking to the other two men. Jungkook’s upper lip twitches.

“No.”

At this he closes the distance between your bodies, his torso pressed flat against the swells of your breasts. His cologne was intoxicating, more so than any drink or drug you’d had tonight, adrenaline pools your stomach as his lips ghost yours, curving into a wicked smile.

“You should be.”

He knows you know, he knows everything.

It takes all your strength not to grab his jaw and smash his mouth to yours to kiss him feverishly, fuck that’s exactly what you want to do, but you manage to refrain. Looking up at him through long eyelashes you smirk, tormenting him had always been more fun than giving into temptations anyway.

“I know you won’t hurt me.” You whisper matter of factly, watching his chest rise and fall with each shallow breath.

“How can you be sure?” His nose brushes against yours as his hair tickles your cheek, “You know what I am, right?”

You hide a small smile, “Mm. I do.”

Fuck this was the most turned on you’ve ever been and it was because of a demon. A fucking demon. Demons are real and ones turning you on. You wonder if he has superhuman strength, how badly he could actually hurt you if he tried. Seizing the opportunity you gently trace your fingertips over his chest, he pulls away to see your face.

“You’re a fucking pussy.”

Pushing his rock hard body away you reach for your vodka lemonade from the bar, not bothering to give him a second glance as you make your way back over to the dancefloor. Jimin and Namjoon stare at you in shock, Jimin looks vaguely amused. Jackson’s dancing with a pretty blonde girl wearing a satin dress, you join them and begin to sway your hips to the beat.

“Hey Y/N, this is Angel.” The girl dancing with Jackson smiles.

“Nice to meet you.” You grin widely, an angel amongst demons. Poetic.

It’s nearing 2AM when you finally persuade Jackson to take Angel home, they’d been grinding on each other for hours – Jackson even stopped taking the bag of coke to the toilets in fear that he wouldn’t be able to perform later. You however were totally buzzed, your interaction with Jungkook earlier had given you enough of an ego boost to last a life time. Fuck him. Yes, he’s physically perfect but that doesn’t change how he manipulated you to save himself an argument. Pathetic. He is a fucking pussy.

“Are you sure you’re gonna be okay on your own?” Jackson glares.

“Yes, now go. Have a good time.” You shoo him away from the dancefloor.

“What if someone tries taking advantage of you? I can’t, I’d never live with myself-“

“If anyone tries anything I’ll set them on fire. Now go.” You point to the exit, Angel lingers behind your friend with a hopeful smile. Jackson had no idea how true that statement was, if anybody tried anything with you - you were now equip with the power to literally set them on fire.

“Okay… But I mean it, if anyone tries anything call me and I’ll come straight back. She only lives up the road.”

“Okay.” Your eyes roll, behind Jackson you spot Jimin and Namjoon dancing the night away, “I’m gonna stay with Jimin – you two just go already!” You give him a small hug and provide Angel with the same before you brush past a wall of sweaty bodies to get to the two men.

“Hey,” You sound breathless, “Can I stay with you guys? Didn’t want to cockblock Jackson any longer.” You chuckle, joining the men.

Namjoon’s smile reveals two dimpled cheeks, “It’s fine with me, but you should know he’s with us too.” He points to the bar, and you turn. Jungkook stands at the bar ordering a round of drinks, seemingly unimpressed by the plump red head who stands next to him practically begging him to dance.

“What happened earlier? Seemed intense.” Jimin shoots his friend a knowing look.

Your head tilts, “Have you met Jungkook before? He’s always intense.”

“Touché.”

Hiding his smile Namjoon greets Jungkook as he approaches the group holding three large drinks, they smell like vodka but at this point you’re not entirely sure anymore. Fascinated, he looks you up and down before opening his mouth.

“Are you joining us?” He’s passing drinks out to the others.

“Mm. Is that a problem?” Glancing round you watch people gyrating in every direction to the bass drop.

Hearing this Jungkook smirks, “Not at all.”

“Anyways I’m gonna head out now man, Y/N can have mine.” Namjoon passes you his drink, “Was nice meeting you.”

“And you,” Your lips quirk, “Thanks for the drink.” Holding up the cup you see Jimin downing his entire glass in one breath.

“No need to thank me, he paid for it.” Namjoon gestures to Jungkook, who’s eyeing Jimin curiously as he quickly reaches the bottom of his drink.

“Come on Joon I’ll walk with you,” Jimin burps, “See you at home Guk, you guys have fun.”

“…Was it something I said?” An awkward laugh escapes you as the two men walk away, leaving you alone with Jungkook for the second time tonight.

“Maybe,” He takes a sip of his drink, “I think it’s more the fact they know I’d kill them if you gave them more attention than me.”

Heat rushes to your cheeks, “Needy.” You manage to choke out.

Jungkook’s grin widens, “Why are you drinking so fast? Not planning on ditching any time soon are you?”

“Actually, to be honest I should probably-“

“And you had the nerve,” He leans in until his head rests on your shoulder, “To call me a pussy?”

“Fine.” Your fingers find purchase in his brunette locks as you tug him away from the crook of your neck, he’s laughing now, “Dance with me.”

If you weren’t drunk before you certainly are now, it’s 3:33AM according to your phone and you’re in the centre of the dancefloor with Jungkook, bodies pressed together as your hips rock side to side to the beat of the song. Your arms are draped round his broad shoulders, his palms squeeze your waist and he’s looking down at you with a look that can only be described as raw desire. Fuck.

As the song changes you dig around in your purse in search for your keys, fuck, they’re not there.

“Something wrong?” Jungkook pants.

“Uh, I don’t have my keys… I must’ve left them at home.” You explain, “It’s okay I’m sure my dad will be completely fine with me coming home at this time. I am an adult after all.”

“Mm.” He frowns, “Why don’t you come home with me instead? That way your dad will never know you were out til this time with god knows who doing god knows what.”

“First of all I’m here with you, and in case you’ve forgotten you don’t scare me.” A smile lingers on your lips.

He nods, “By all means go home, wake him up, forget to take that bag out of your dress and have your dad lecture you about the consequences of doing drugs.” His movements come to a stop, “Or you can sleep at my house, I’ll give you some clean clothes to go home in tomorrow and he will never know that his only daughter is such a dark horse.”

“Hmm,” He does have a point, “I guess I could sleep on the sofa.”

“No, I’ll sleep on the sofa. I live with six other guys I’m not taking any chances.”

“What’re you worried about? That I’ll have sex with one of your housemates?” You snigger and his jaw tightens. “Relax I’m obviously joking. Just so you know though I’m not having sex with you either.”

“I know.”

Jungkook’s bedroom is luxurious, it’s mostly dark with the occasional splash of colour decorating expensive canvases that hang on the walls. You’re surprised by how clean it is, it looks barely lived in, similar to a fancy hotel suite upon arrival. His bed is huge, easily double the size of yours at home, the entire house was huge. You didn’t get a change to look around though, Jungkook had practically shoved you inside his bedroom before the others realised you were here.

His t shirt hangs loosely from your frame, it kisses the tops of your thighs as you walk the short distance between his bathroom back to his bedroom. He did offer you a pair of grey sweats too but you’re too warm to wear them, your skin is uncomfortably hot as you plonk yourself onto his bed. A witch in a demon’s bedroom, you’re internally screaming. It sounded like some badly written fanfiction storyline.

It was nice of him to offer you a place to stay at least, you’ve missed him – you haven’t been around him in what feels like a long time, not properly. It was familiar, it was nice. You’ve only been to this house once before now, and it was to get Lisa out of here the day you found out the truth about what you are. What a hypocrite you are now, forcing her to leave that day yet here you are tucked up in Jungkook’s bed.

“Uh-,” Jungkook dips back into the bedroom, closing the door behind him, “So your brothers asleep on the sofa, and everyone else’s rooms are locked…”

“Oh.” Your voice drops, Jay must’ve been with Hoseok tonight and stayed over. “It’s okay I’ll sleep on the floor.” You begin to stand.

“No-,” He catches himself looking at your bare legs, your hardened nipples through his t shirt, and lastly he settles on your bare face. You’d found some skincare in his bathroom and decided it would be best not to smear makeup all over his sheets. “I’ll take the floor, throw me a pillow.” He swallows, finally looking away.

Birds are beginning to chirp outside, yet the room remains almost black from the high quality curtains. You pass him a pillow with a pounding heart, having just realised he’s shirtless. “Thanks.” He says.

“So…” You get back into bed.

“So.” He’s busy grabbing blankets from a cupboard.

“You’re a demon.” Your voice is flat.

He glances toward the bed, he doesn’t seem surprised though, like he expected this to happen sooner or later. Nervous, you chew your lower lip as you wait for a response, the silence is deafening.

“I never meant to upset you that day, and I shouldn’t have made you forget about it.”

“No,” You agree, “You shouldn’t have.”

Peeling your gaze from the ceiling you look to the foot of the bed, he’s made himself a small makeshift mattress with blankets on the floor. He’s lying flat on his back, eyes glued to the ceiling the exact same way yours had been mere moments ago.

“If you already know what I am why did you agree to come back here tonight?” He frowns.

“Like I’ve said three times now,” You shift under the sheets to get comfortable, “You don’t scare me Jungkook.”

“Mm, incredibly poor judgement on your part,” He hums, “Yknow I’m not the only monster in here, I’m guessing you’ve figured out what you are by now.”

Your stomach drops, “I wouldn’t say being a witch makes me a monster,” You sigh, “I was always meant to turn out this way, whether I like it or not it’s in my blood.”

“You’re forgetting one thing.” He sits up, ruffling his hair before looking at you directly, “It was a witch who turned me into a monster.”

He’s right. Sitting up on the bed you peer down at his profile, for the first time since meeting him he looks almost vulnerable. You feel guilty.

“So what happens now? Are we supposed to be like mortal enemies from now on?” A breath gets stuck in your throat as he stands, deciding to take a seat opposite you on the edge of his bed.

“Is that what you want?” He asks, and for once in your smart-mouth life you’re speechless. “Because I’ll be honest Y/N,” He continues with strong eye contact, “In my three hundred and fifty seven years on this Earth, I’ve never wanted something less.”

He moves closer, “I don’t know why, I don’t understand how – but I feel very drawn to you Y/N. You can tell me I’m wrong, you can tell me you don’t feel it too, but we both know that’s a lie.”

“What do you want from me Jungkook?” Your voice comes out as a whisper, it was so quiet you were certain he almost missed it.

“I-, I don’t know. For the first time in my life I don’t know.”

The inside of your mouth goes dry, “You’re three hundred and thirty four years older than me…”

“Are you afraid of me now?”

Gently shaking your head you respond, “No.”

“Like I said, you should be.”

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To Be Damned | The 7 Deadly Sins

Chapter 2, Bewilderment

Pairing - jungkook x reader

Genre - angst, slow burn, eventual fluff & smut

Word count - 6k

multipart series, multimember series, college au, fantasy au, demon!jungkook

Warnings: swearing, mentions of sex but not really, lots of grief, very angsty this one

30th October

Tomorrow marks the two year anniversary of the tragedy that claimed the lives of your beloved mother and grandmother. It was bizarre, how time had simultaneously passed agonisingly slow yet so fast over the last two years of your life. So much had happened, you were now a college student who was achieving grades most others could only dream of. At the top of your class, well, almost, there was one other person in your class that seemed to earn top marks on every single assignment putting your work in second place each time. Jungkook.

Over the past few weeks your friendship with Jungkook had blossomed, you were arguably quite close friends now, but you couldn’t deny the face you barely knew anything about him. You’d come to learn that he was an incredibly private person, whenever conversation flowed to his interests, or his life, he’d deflect. It was as though you were playing discussion volleyball, and every time you thought you’d thrown the ball in his direction he’d smack it straight back to you.

It was nice though, having somebody to talk to who knew you only as a college student and not that girl, though you knew with Halloween dangerously closing in that people were going to treat you differently, their eyes filled with pity and sorrow, only capable of mustering the words I’m sorry.

Hopefully you wouldn’t see Jungkook for at least one day, you couldn’t stomach the idea of him looking at you like everybody else did.

Every year since you were a baby-faced, Lizzie McGuire loving, young girl you and your family watched scary movies and ate tons of junk food the day before Halloween. Your father had always insisted on dining out on the actual night of Halloween, mostly because he couldn’t stand the constant doorbell ringing from tick-or-treaters, but it also saved your mother from having to cook that evening. It was a strange family tradition to celebrate Halloween a day early, but one you’d always welcomed, unfortunately the older you got the less you appreciated family nights like that – and it was something you regretted dearly, given your mother’s last night on Earth was spent that way and yet at the time all you could think about was wishing you were getting drunk with your friends.

Oh what you’d do to turn back the clocks.

“Are Sue and Lisa still coming tonight?” Your dad was back home for a couple of weeks, craving some much needed family time. He’d invited Lisa and her mother, Sue, for Halloween family night. It was decided that the tradition was something you were going to keep going in your mom and grandmothers memory, they would’ve wanted you to all spend time together like this.

“Is Lisa still a vegan? I think most of the candy has gelatine in it.” Your dad panicked, as he’d successfully turned the island countertop in your kitchen into something akin to a candy land heaven, or a dentists worst nightmare.

“No,” You snorted from the corner sofa in the open-planned kitchen / living / dining area, “That phase lasted about 2 months before she gave up. They’ll be here soon Sue didn’t get off work til 5.”

Both yours and Lisa’s family had always been close, your moms were childhood friends much like you two. Unfortunately Lisa’s dad was an asshole who left his perfect family for some skank a few towns over. It had been a good year since she’d even heard anything from him, he was a real piece of shit. Your dad never liked him, merely putting up with him for the sake of his late wife, who was never that fond of her best friend’s husband either.

“How’s Lisa and what’s-his-face doing?” Your dad secretly loved to keep up with all the gossip, except it wasn’t much of a secret. Working away a lot meant that he missed so much of yours and Jay’s daily lives, so he’d always insisted on weekly updates with all the latest news.

Your father knew about everything, well mostly everything. As far as he was concerned your education was going great, his only daughter was a responsible young woman who had never made a mistake in her short, yet full-lived life. He did however know about your brothers extracurricular activities and he was far from impressed, in fact he went berserk when he came home from his business trip, but in the end he understanding, Jay had been through a lot. You wondered if that’s why he’d been spending so much time at home recently, wanting to protect and look out for his son and manage his addictions in a safe environment. Of course with all of his children’s gossip came your friend Lisa’s, he’d always been kind and caring towards her, probably because her biological father wasn’t exactly a role model, but sometimes he had to remind himself that she wasn’t actually his daughter. Above all your father was a smart, gentle and giving man who always offered each of you his wisdom. Welcomed or not.

“Good I think, still won’t stop talking about him actually.” You scrolled through Instagram, liking the occasional post that caught your eye. “I guess I’m mellowing out in my old age because it doesn’t bother me as much as it used to.”

“Old age,” Your dad scoffed, “What’s his name again?”

“Taehyung.”

“Ah that was it, does Sue know about him? What does she think to him?” Your dad was pouring M&M’s into large glass pumpkin jars.

“Yeah she knows, I don’t really know much else but I’m sure she’ll fill us in tonight.” You chuckled, locking your phone before adjusting the hem on your oversized sweater. It was cream with a black Jack Skeleton face stitched into the fabric, you and Lisa had bought matching ones ready for the occasion.

“What about you? You don’t have some secret boyfriend I don’t know about right?” Your father’s brows were raised, his features impatient, lightly sprinkled with the beginnings of facial hair he would’ve normally shaved by now.

“Nope, I’m the good one remember,” You gave an exaggerated grin, baring all your teeth, “It’s him you’ve got to worry about.”

“What’s that?” Jay hummed as he slumped down on the sofa next to you, still half asleep from his afternoon nap.

“Do you have a secret boyfriend dad doesn’t know about.” You kicked him lightly before you crossed your legs on the sofa.

“Oh yeah, I’ve actually got three. One of them is my pimp though if we’re being specific, but I know he really does love me deep down.” Jay glanced back at your father, hand splayed on his chest, your dad looking back unimpressed by his idea of a joke. “Is Lisa still coming? And Sue?”

“Yes the love of your life and future mother in law will be here soon.” You snorted, teasing him. Ever since you could remember Jay had the biggest crush on your best friend, he was heartbroken when she got her first ever boyfriend and to this day you doubted he’d ever gotten over it. “She’s seeing someone by the way, so don’t start crying if she brings it up.”

“Very funny,” Jay mocked, “I already know about Taehyung.”

“Yeah?” Your dad was too busy slicing a tray bake of brownies to glance toward the sofa, “Are you friends with him?”

“No, I’m friends with a couple of his housemates. Nice guys.”

It was well-known to you by now that Jungkook and all his friends lived together in some big frat-style mansion, you’d never been, or even knew where it was, but you knew that Jay had visited a few times to see Hoseok who also lived there. The friendship between Jay and Hoseok was still a mystery to you, Jay was in high school and Hoseok was a dance major at college – you didn’t even know how they’d met because every time you’d brought it up to Jay he always deflected.

“Lisa will have to keep an eye on Taehyung then,” Your dad giggled to himself like a school boy, “In case you wanna go for boyfriend number four.”

Both you and Jay erupted into a fit of laughter, it was nice to have your dad home for moments like this. A sense of normality. While he finished preparing the snacks until they were all colour-coordinated and ready for their debut on social media, you collected everyone’s takeout order and confirmed the delivery online.

By the time food arrived Sue and Lisa had joined your family in the living area of your open home. Your parents had spent a lot of time and money remodelling the old building into something liveable and modern, you were beyond grateful, having been raised in such a bright, beautiful and spacious environment. Halfway through the latest scream movie and four plates of food later your tummy was bursting, it was the most food you’d ever eaten you were sure of it.

“Are you alright? You’re not gonna barf are you?” Jay looked equally uncomfortable, scared that he was in the line of fire.

“I’m fine,” You groaned, “I just, I can’t eat another thing.” Even laughter hurt your body.

“Thanks for inviting us,” Lisa was sat between Jay and Sue, who was next to your dad at the opposite end of the sofa. “I remember the first time I came to your family Halloween night, I was what, 7 maybe? You picked me and Y/N up from ballet class and oh my god Patsy had made the most incredible chocolate chip cookies-“

The mention of your mother’s name thickened the air with silence.

“Oh no, I’m really sorry-“

“There’s need to apologise,” Your dad’s smile was warm and genuine, sensing how embarrassed Lisa really was, “She did make the best chocolate chip cookies.”

Draping your right arm round Jay’s wide shoulders you pulled him close for a small hug. Now that you were older you were very rarely affectionate towards one another, but as grief and sadness engulfed your heart you couldn’t help but hold your little brother tight. He welcomed the hug, his hands gently gripping your arm to comfort you back. No words needed to be uttered, both siblings content having a quiet moment.

“I miss her so much.” Sue was quiet, lost in countless memories she shared with your mom, “She would be really proud of you two yknow, of the adults you’re becoming.” Her eyes met yours, she had always been so warm and kind. She was a great mother to Lisa, and an amazing maternal figure for you and Jay. She’d raised her only child more or less completely alone, and yet still remained so caring.

“She really would.” Your dad smiled, silently thanking Sue for her words of affirmation.

By 11PM you and Lisa were laid in your bed, mindlessly scrolling through your socials. She’d offered to spend the night so you wouldn’t have to wake up alone in the morning, she was so kind. Jay was in his room; probably thinking a little too hard about how he accidentally walked in on Lisa changing into a pair of your pyjamas in the bathroom. Sue and your father were still downstairs talking the night away, at some point a bottle of wine was opened and now they were well on their way to an ugly hangover.

“You okay?” Lisa peered over the top of her phone, recognising that you were quieter than usual, “Dumb question I know, I’m sorry.”

“I’m fine honestly, thanks for coming tonight I had a nice evening, even felt like we were a normal family there for a while.”

“We are a normal family, you know me and my mom are always here for you all right? No getting rid of us now.”

“Well you are in my bed, wearing my pyjamas, drinking my iced tea, using my phone charger,” You laughed, “Don’t think you’d let me get rid of you even if I tried.”

“Nope, never.” Her features were cute, bright and honest. “But just to let you know you’re definitely not getting these pyjamas back. So cute.” She gestured to the blue shorts and matching cami top.

“You can have them if you want, can take them to Taehyung’s house if you ever make it to an adult sleep over.”

Despite Lisa’s endless attempts to get anywhere physical in her and Taehyung’s relationship, her efforts had been futile. She would call you embarrassed, feeling all kinds of self-conscious each time she’d tried to seduce him and he’d turned her down. They hadn’t even kissed yet, only flirted. It didn’t make sense for a guy like Taehyung to not jump someone’s bones in the first 20 minutes of meeting them, you’d been so sure he was a fuckboy but that’s not the way things were at all according to your best friend.

“Ugh,” She groaned, throwing her head back into the pillows, “What’s a girl gotta do yknow? One minute he’s interested and flirty as fuck, the next minute it’s like I don’t even exist! He’s like some brooding, sex god but without the sex. What if he can’t get hard? What if that’s it?”

You scoffed, “Just sit on his face instead then, I’m getting frustrated by the whole situation and I don’t even like the guy.”

“You’re frustrated? Imagine being me. At least you could get laid if you wanted to. I’ve seen the way Jungkook looks at you, all the messages he sends and how he likes every single post you share.”

That was true, Jungkook did have a knack for liking anything you posted on social media within seconds, and he did initiate almost every conversation the two of you had online. That didn’t mean he wanted to have sex with you though. A part of you would’ve gladly jumped into bed with him, he was gorgeous, mysterious and well you’d seen him in grey sweatpants and knew that a night with him would be far from disappointing. The other part, the boring, logical part of your brain – knew that sleeping with someone you sat next to at college would’ve been a bad idea. Plus he was impossible to figure out, you knew practically nothing about him yet for some reason being near him still made you feel safe. For now, you were content with his friendship.

“You like everything I post and you don’t want to sleep with me.” You rolled your eyes, grinning.

“Y/N I’ve seen it with my own eyes.” Lisa had occasionally met you for lunch on campus, and just like she said she had seen Jungkook interact with you in the flesh. Perhaps you did enjoy an innocent flirt with him every now and then, something to ruffle your ego on bad days. “I think he’d be amazing in bed yknow, like some out-of-this-world-there’s-no-way-this-guy-is-human sex, the kind that makes your body burn and ache for weeks. Same with Taehyung, he’s so intense honestly he makes me kinda nervous sometimes.”

“Butterflies nervous or walking home alone at night nervous?” You snorted, claiming your phone charger back as yours reached 19% battery.

“Stood at the alter about to marry the love of your life and then the other love of your life stands up and objects nervous.”

“That bad, huh.” You gasped, turning the bedside lamp off as you both slid under the covers.

The next morning Lisa had to leave early, something about an assignment she’d completely forgotten about due in that day. She and Sue went home together, as Sue was too drunk to drive home and stayed in the guest bedroom, though you were sure you saw her leaving your dad’s bathroom in the morning. Emptiness swarmed your stomach, poetic really that it had been so full of food and joy a measly 12 hours ago, and now, on the two year anniversary of the accident you felt so painfully bare, stripped of every emotion. Just numb.

Jay headed out early to go meet up with some friends, craving a distraction from the date. You couldn’t help but think about him all morning – how he was so young when it happened, how he’d practically been alone during the first of his angsty teenage years, him going out to smoke pot and drink beer to dilute the pain of what happened seemed almost reasonable. Of course you’d never tell him that, or anybody else, you didn’t agree with his toxic coping mechanisms, but you understood them.

Unfortunately your dad had to attend a business meeting that day, it was local though so he’d promised to take you and Jay out for dinner that night as he usually did every Halloween.

Tired footsteps took you for a long walk that day, your airpods playing a song you’d always found comforting on low while your skin drank the sunshine. It was a lovely day outside, a slight breeze to the otherwise warm atmosphere that kissed your bare legs. You were wearing grey ripped denim shorts, white sneakers and an oversized Guns and Roses t shirt you’d tucked into your waist band, despite it being the last day of October you didn’t need a jacket as the weather was surprisingly on your side.

What ever happened after death, wherever loved ones go, you hoped they were at peace.

It was unintentional, the fact you ended up sitting in the tall grass on the field where your grandmas house used to be. After the fire destroyed everything a decision was made to not re-build the property, it was a very old barn conversion, a beautiful statement home – and where it once stood proudly overlooking the field and trees it was now just a large patch of new grass, shorter than the rest, trying to catch up to its surroundings.

With a quivering lip you succumbed to tears, each one more heartfelt than the last. Maybe it was the music you were playing, maybe it was being in the presence of where they took their last breath, but maybe, just maybe – it was because you knew they were never coming back. Drawing your knees to your chest you buried your head between them, eyes closed trying to picture their faces how you remembered them, happy and healthy, kind and warm, full of hope and endless possibilities. Life was so cruel, so viciously painful.

Most of the time you held it together for your family, or what little remained, you hated being that girl, wanting nothing more than for people to treat you normally and not look at you with guilty, pitiful eyes. Even after two years people still looked at you like that sometimes, and you hated it.

A gentle hand on your back startled you, you jumped so hard and fast that one of your airpods fell to the ground.

“Y/N? are you okay?”

Jungkook didn’t give you a moment to respond before he was on the ground, sitting beside you with big, brown, concerned eyes. He was dressed in workout clothes, a tight black tank top that flaunted his muscular arms decorated with tattoos and a pair of black sweats, coordinated with black sneakers. From the way his brunette hair stuck to his glistening forehead you figured he must’ve been to the gym, or something along those lines.

“Why are you here?” You ignored his earlier question, wiping what sobs remained on your now puffy cheeks, breath shaky and vision blurred.

“I was on a run and saw you, I live nearby.” His words were soft with caution, “Why are you here alone?”

Not daring to look him in the eye until your emotions had settled, you glanced around the surrounding homes to try and find a house suitable for the 7 men who lived together. There was one house you figured must belong to him, it was a large modern brick property, big enough to be considered a mansion, with tinted windows for added security and several expensive cars on the drive. Including Jungkook’s black Mercedes he’d drove you home in before. That was definitely his house, a proud a three-storey mega mansion, of course that’s where he lived.

“You don’t have to tell me what’s wrong, but I’ll listen if you want to.” His hand touched your shoulder, gently, so gently that it was similar to a butterfly landing on you for a brief second before he pulled it away. In an effort to not appear rude you paused the music playing, and removed the other airpod before finally zoning in on his face.

“My grandmas house used to be here.” You gestured to the noticeably shorter grass, “It burned down two years ago today actually. She and my mom were inside… They uh-, they didn’t make it out.” You gulped, suppressing more cries.

Jungkook’s profile softened, his eyes shiny and empathetic as he looked at you the same way everyone else had when they found out about the accident. The way you hated to be looked at.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay was a long time ago now.” You nodded, trying to convince yourself that things were going to be okay.

“Two years isn’t long at all, don’t ever feel bad about grieving, or being vulnerable, you’re human after all.” His stare shifted to the seven large trees at the edge of the field, “Something like this is bound to still hurt.”

“Yeah I guess you’re right, I can usually keep it together around people but today... Not today. Thank you.” Your words were sincere, smile soft as you crossed your legs and sat in comfortable silence for a few minutes. It felt strangely safe having someone talk to, someone who didn’t have a bias in your life. Your dad, Lisa, Jay and Sue.. They had to be nice, Jungkook didn’t have to sit with you and make sure you were okay but he chose to be there anyway.

“You know…” He peered around, “Apparently this is where the Thornheart witch trials took place in 1692, in an old stable on this field. Those trees are what the seven travellers were tied to when the witch cursed them.”

You scoffed in complete disbelief, fury quickly surging your being as you rose from the ground in a hurry, making sure to collect your discarded airpod from earlier.

“Are you kidding me?” Your voice was loud, unforgiving, pissed off. “I’ve just sat here and cried, started pouring my heart out about my mom and grandma – who died in a fucking fire by the way in case you weren’t listening, and you wanna gossip about some shitty urban legend? What’s wrong with you?”

“No you’re right, wait, no Y/N-“

“That old barn you’re talking about was my grandmas house by the way. The one she died in.” You turned on your heel, full of rage and disgust, just when you thought you’d figured him out he had to open his mouth and say something stupid. “Fucking asshole.”

“Y/N wait!” Jungkook rushed to his feet and followed you, “I’m sorry, I’m not good at this stuff-“

“You were doing really well about 10 minutes ago, before you went all demon fanboy on me, again. What is your problem? You’re obsessed. Like some kind of psychopath! Every time we talk the conversation just has to go there. Are you this fascinated by Santa Claus too? The Easter bunny?” You rolled your eyes as you stormed off.

“I said wait.” Something snapped, it was like you couldn’t move regardless of how much you wanted to.

“You know… I thought we were friends, I thought that you cared. But you don’t do you? All you care about is something that happened over 300 years ago that has nothing to do with you, not to mention the fact it probably never even happened…” Turning to face him you were greeted with his hooded eyes, drunk with something indescribable. “Kinda sad really.”

“Answer me honestly, what do you think of me?”

“Right now I think you’re an asshole just like the rest of your friends.” You spat, physically unable to move away from him despite how much you wanted to, pure endless word vomit dragging up from your throat before you could stop it.

“Sometimes I think wow Jungkook’s so sweet, he brings me coffees when I’m tired and compliments the way I look, is he into me? He’s so hot why is he giving me all this attention? What could he want with someone like me? And now I’m thinking yeah what do you want with someone like me? I’m not some weak little girl that’s gonna bend over for you the second you ask, especially not now that you’ve pissed me off. I don’t even know anything about you because you’re so closed off and never tell me anything about yourself!”

“Hmm. So you don’t think I’d be interested in you? Why?”

“Because-, you’re gorgeous, and smart – smarter than me and that’s saying something because I thought I was a nerd. You’re, yknow, taller than most guys…” Oh my god why couldn’t you stop talking?! “You smell really nice, and you dress well… You could have anyone. Until you open your big dumb mouth and say something incredibly insensitive and piss them off anyway.”

“Well for what it’s worth I think you’re beautiful. I’m sorry.”

You didn’t say anything, only looked up at him through damp eyelashes with an irritated gaze, flattery wasn’t going to get him anywhere, especially when it probably wasn’t true, he was definitely just trying to save his own ass.

“I want you to forget this ever happened, you didn’t see me here today, you’re gonna go home and spend some time with your family.” Jungkook’s words were demanding, though his features seemed almost guilty.

“What the fuck are you talking about now? Yeah sure okay, let me just magically forget all about this shall I? You call me beautiful and take it back straight away? Wow you really are an asshole.” You huffed, finally shifting from him and storming away.

Halfway home your head started to ache, only very slightly but it was enough to cause a little discomfort. Physically you felt fine, but your memory was hazy, you remembered sitting in the field grieving your losses, music softly playing in your ears…At some point you must’ve decided to walk back home and enjoy what was left of the sunshine, but you genuinely couldn’t remember anything beyond that.

Jungkook took the door straight off it’s hinges when he got home, a loud bang filled the otherwise empty hallway and made an unbearable tension in the atmosphere. It’s not that he had superpower strength but he was definitely much stronger than your average human, the only member of the household physically stronger than him probably being Namjoon.

“The hell happened?” Yoongi was rightfully confused as he made his way down the elegant staircase, eyes half-open, Jungkook presumed he’d woken him up with the noise.

No words were exchanged, Jungkook had fully lost control and couldn’t stand to be close to anybody right now. He headed up to his bedroom, slamming the door behind him when he closed it a little too hard. What was it about you that drove him to insanity? He’d gone over 200 years without having to fog anybody’s memory, it was something he took pride in, the fact he never had to force anybody to like him because 10 times out of 10 everybody liked him already. But you questioned him, called him out on his bullshit and bad decisions, you didn’t just blindly follow him and were the first and only person to ever cloud his judgement and make him question himself.

He never wanted to be this person with you, he never wanted to abuse his powers like that. Maybe at first he would’ve considered it to get information, but not now that he was fond of you. Having no human soul meant that Jungkook didn’t know how to feel anything, no emotions, nothing. So why was it that when he was near you his heart would always skip a beat? He brought you coffees to class because he liked seeing you smile, he liked the way you smelled, the way you tucked your hair behind your ears before you ate, he liked your witty retorts, he liked everything about you. Impossible, he didn’t think he was capable of liking anything, let alone a simple human girl.

Hearing you call him an asshole and call him out for being insensitive isn’t what hurt him, no, it was the fact you called him out at all. Nobody hurt his pride, not ever. He never intended to disappoint or upset you, and the way you looked at him, god the way you looked at him, that’s what did it, that’s what made him snap and use his powers to his advantage. He never wanted you to look at him like that again.

The chair by the window was his favourite place to ponder, it overlooked the field that claimed his soul, giving him a perfect view of where your grandmother’s house would’ve been had it not burned down. It couldn’t have been a coincidence that your grandma lived in the barn where all those witches were killed, and the truth was you looked far too much like the original witch for anything to be coincidental.

Still visibly huffing and puffing Jungkook chewed his lower lip, leg bouncing impatiently as his thoughts raced ahead of him. At first you were simply a means to an end, he needed to get close to you for information about the witch. That was it. It was supposed to be simple. So why should it matter that he upset you? Why did he care? It had been so long since he felt anything, but with you he seemed to feel everything. And you thought you couldn’t figure him out? He couldn’t even figure himself out. Perhaps it was the simple fact he was a demon, he lacked humanity, he wasn’t made up of the same qualities a normal 24 year old guy should be, he was complicated. But then so were you. What were all these emotions gnawing away at him?

“Hey.” Hoseok entered the room, without knocking as usual, which pissed Jungkook off a little more than it normally did. “I saw you out there with Y/N, what happened? Seemed intense.”

“Grief, human stuff.” Jungkook acted indifferent, though they may have been friends he didn’t trust anybody when it came to you, something he realised a few weeks ago whenever his friends would ask how things with you were going. It was none of their fucking business, you weren’t theirs, you were his. “Her mom and grandma died two years ago today.”

“And you comforted her? How very human of you.” Hoseok chuckled, taking a sear on Jungkook’s large queen sized bed, adorned with clean black satin sheets.

“That was the plan wasn’t it? Get close to her for information.” Jungkook scoffed, normally he would’ve been much more insulted being compared to something as weak as a human – but given the events of earlier and how many thoughts and feelings were clouding his judgement he’d have to agree, how very human of him indeed.

“I’m not getting anywhere with the brother, he’s always either too drunk or too stoned to have a lengthy discussion. Taehyung’s the same with her friend Lisa, she knows nothing either.”

“I didn’t realise you’d taken it upon yourselves to meddle with Y/N’s loved ones.” If Jungkook wasn’t pissed off before, he sure was now. How dare they go behind his back and interfere with your life like that, they had no fucking right. Then it suddenly dawned on him, that’s exactly what he was doing too.

“Just trying to help, the quicker we can get information the quicker we can find our witch. It’s clear she’s involved somehow, I’m just unsure how.” Hoseok was honest, though Jungkook thought he had ulterior motives, but he couldn’t figure those out yet.

“Mmm.” Jungkook nodded, still eyeing the grassy field where he’d ripped the memory of your argument from your mind to save himself from your anger and disappointment. Something he thought he’d never do, something he wished he hadn’t.

“Do you think it was a coincidence that she was in that field?”

Shit. Jungkook had to think quickly, he didn’t trust Hoseok enough to tell him about your grandma’s house and the fact it used to be the old barn they’d watched go up in flames. Hoseok would’ve overreacted and swore he was onto something, or worse he would’ve found you himself and tortured you for information.

“She said she needed peace and quiet away from her family, I believe her.” He snapped his attention to Hoseok, wanting to ensure his friend really believed the lie he’d completely made up just miliseconds ago.

“I guess it was just a coincidence after all then.” Hoseok grinned, making a swift exit out of the room.

A sudden, intense realisation washed over Jungkook. The bottom line was that you had to be protected at all cost, if not from Hoseok and his other friends, but from him too. Any one of them were more than capable of using their gifts against you like he had done, something he felt ashamed of. As if he were even capable of feeling, no demon on Earth had emotions, no humanity, no hope, that’s specifically what made them evil. Yet there was something about you, and even though he didn’t understand how it was possible, that gave him exactly that.

Hope.

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To Be Damned | The 7 Deadly Sins

Chapter 3, Subterranean

Pairing - jungkook x reader, bts x reader

Genre - angst, slow burn, E2L, F2L, fluff, smut

Word count - 6k

multipart series, multimember series, college au, fantasy au, demon!jungkook

Warnings: swearing, one mention of sex, drinking, the smell of pot? one mention of cocaine

“Explain to me why you’re not going to see the doctor about this?” Lisa stands in your bedroom doorway, having just delivered some soup for you. Today was the first time you’d seen her in over two weeks, a record for the two of you. “You’ve had a migraine for almost a week now.”

Unable to lift your head from the pillow you groan, glaring in her direction. “I know.”

“Y/N you never get sick, or complain of aches and pains…or miss your classes, you need to get it checked out.” She scolds, crossing her tiny arms in an attempt to appear intimidating.

“Yes I know, I know…” Even the sound of your own voice hurt your head, it was absolutely bizarre you’d never suffered with any kind of headaches before and yet there you were, physically wincing at the slightest sound.

Sitting on the edge of the bed she sighs, “Jungkook asked about you today, he seemed worried.”

Ah yes, Jungkook.

To tell the truth you hadn’t seen him in a while, partly because of the new throbbing sensation your brain decided to make whenever you moved, partly because you weren’t sure what to say to him. Lately you’d been having the craziest dreams which incidentally began the same time as the migraine. The dreams were vivid, a little too vivid for your liking.

Every night for the past week and a half without fail you’d dreamt of a field, an old barn, red lightning and trees… The air in the dream was damp, thickened with hatred and then you’d see him standing there, his eyes black and his smile weak, dark hair framing his chiselled face as he opens his mouth to tell you something – and then you’d wake up. Every night. For days.

The reoccurring dream started after Halloween, at first you assumed maybe your brain had been working overtime for your local urban legends assignment but now, you weren’t sure what to make of it. Jungkook’s face flashes in your mind constantly now, maybe that’s the reason your head hurt so much.

It’s overwhelming to say the least.

“He said he’s messaged you a few times but you’ve not responded… Has something happened between you two?”

“What?” You force yourself to sit up in bed, gripping the blanket tightly, “No, I just-, I don’t feel up to a lengthy conversation about whatever it is he wants to talk to me about.”

Shrugging, Lisa offers a small smile, “I think he just wants to know you’re okay Y/N.”

“Well you can tell him I’m fine the next time you see him.” You say, “I ordered some really strong pain medicine so hopefully I’ll be right as rain when it arrives.”

Except you weren’t.

Two weeks pass and your head still feels like it’s going to explode, the dreams of Jungkook standing in a grassy field are starting to feel more and more real if that were even possible. It was as though he was trying to tell you something, you could feel how desperate he was to say something but you’d always wake up right as he opened his lips to say it. Another thing, his lips weren’t pierced in the dream you’d noticed, everything looked like it was from a different time, he was dressed differently, the air around you smelled differently… It was all so different.

Your head hits the pillow and you begin to doze off when suddenly you see it again.

The sky is almost black, heavy with rainclouds as the heavens open and soak the dirt beneath you. There are seven trees in the distance equally spread from one another, the ground is swarmed with tall grass blowing against the high winds. You feel it under your bare feet, the change in the Earth as something rumbles below. Crimson red lightning strikes the area, scorching the greenery in a pattern akin to a star, it’s hot in the air and you hear the panicked cries of men from afar, coming from the trees.

Long strides take you across the field to the sound of their wails, effortlessly missing the lightning that continues to pound the dirt from above. There’s an old barn behind you, a very old barn, or at least the shell of one – it looked like it had been burned down, smoke still stained the atmosphere and flooded your nostrils as your feet dragged you to the largest tree in front.

“What did you do?” Jungkook sounds equally terrified and confused, his back pressed to the tree with rope keeping him in place. “Please,” He pants hopelessly, “What did you do?”

“Nothing yet.” You feel your lips curve into a wicked smile.

He looks scared.

You gasp for air as the dream abruptly ends and you wake, jumping up beneath the sheets. What the hell. Rubbing your temples you audibly exhale, wishing this headache would finally disappear, along with these crazy realistic dreams. What did it all mean? You’ve Google searched over and over but found nothing beyond articles and papers discussing the supposed Thornheart witch trials 330 years ago.

It’s bright outside, too bright for your liking. The heat manages to penetrate your window and feels nice against your skin. Rhythmic vibrations beneath your pillow grab your attention, somebody’s calling.

Jungkook.

“Not right now…” You groan, cancelling the call. He’d been trying to contact you every day since you’d last seen him, calling and messaging you non-stop. Guilt eats away at your insides for not responding to him for weeks now, but you couldn’t bring yourself to speak to the man who was haunting your sleep. You couldn’t act like everything was okay but on the other side of that you didn’t exactly want to tell him you’d dreamt of his face every single night for weeks.

Since you first met he always found a way to push himself to the forefront of your mind, even with a throbbing headache he still occupied your thoughts. You still hadn’t figured out what he wanted from you and the truth was you didn’t know what you wanted from him either. You’re lost in thought, pouring a glass of water in the kitchen when your dad walks in.

“Morning. How’s the headache?” He sounds concerned.

“Still here.” You sigh.

“You know your mom used to get headaches when we were in college, I wonder if it runs in the family…”

“Maybe.” You shrug, “Even the new pain medicine from the doctor isn’t touching it though.”

“Your mom used to add lavender to her tea, swore blind it got rid of her headaches.” He plucks one of the purple flowers from the beige pot on the windowsill, “Give it a try.”

You nod, pulling a mug down from the shelf before making a cup of tea. At this point you were willing to try anything, no matter how eccentric it sounded.

“Jay and I have been sorting through the boxes in the garage, we found some of your mom’s old college books in there.” He takes over making the tea, insisting you sit down at the breakfast bar.

“Oh yeah?” You hum, “Mind if I take a look at them? They might come in handy actually.”

“That’s why they’re already in a paper bag in your bedroom, by your desk.” He chuckles, passing you a steaming cup of lavender tea. “Here, I hope it works.”

“Mm, you and me both.”

Conversation flows a lot easier with your dad as you drink more, to your utmost surprise the pulsing in your skull begins to fade to a dull ache, and eventually fades to nothing. Finally.

“Holy shit.” You smile, not missing the frown plastered on your dad’s face, “Sorry, but my headache… It’s gone?”

“Really?” He’s equally shocked, “Well what do you know.”

“Mm, oh my god finally I can think straight.” You sigh, “We definitely have to stock up on lavender immediately.”

Your dad gestures to the window, “There’s a load more in the garden, your mom always made sure she had it growing.”

“I can see why, god if only I knew about this when it first started.”

“I don’t know why I didn’t think of it sooner actually, your mom always suffered with headaches I should’ve realised-“

“Hey dad can you drop me off? I’m going to the gym.” Jay jogs into the room wearing matching navy blue sweats, “How’s your head now?” He looks at you.

“Better actually, thanks.” You take another sip, lavender was an acquired taste but at least you didn’t wince at the sound of your own voice anymore.

“Oh good.” He grabs a water bottle from the fridge, “Does that mean you’re feeling well enough to go to Lisa’s party tonight?”

“That isn’t til Saturday.” You snort, “Dad do you think we could infuse vodka with lavender? Asking for a friend.”

“Today is Saturday.” They both say in sync, dumbfounded that you didn’t already know that.

“Jesus, how long was I asleep?” You mumble inwardly, Lisa had popped round on Tuesday with soup, that was four days ago.

“At one point I thought you were dead, I don’t think I’ve actually seen you once this week.” Jay says with a deadpan expression.

“Thanks for that.”

“Sooo… Lisa’s party?” He looks hopeful before throwing your dads car keys at him, earning himself a not so silent curse from his father.

“Why are you so interested in what I’m doing tonight?” You frown, seeing straight through his bullshit.

“He said I can go if you go.” Jay points to the older man.

“Don’t you have your own friends?” You mock, downing the rest of your tea. “Go do something with them.”

“They’re going to Lisa’s tonight, hence why I wanna go.” Jay’s rushing your dad to move, “You didn’t think I’d wanna hang out with you and Lisa all night did you?”

“Well definitely not me, but Lisa…” Your brows raise knowingly, “Her boyfriend’s gonna be there you know, you sure your heart can take it?”

“Ha ha, very funny.” He pushes your head as he walks past, escorting your dad with him, “That was like 10 years ago, jokes old now.”

“Okay fine if you say so, what time does it start again?”

“Seven.”

You spend the afternoon drinking lavender tea by the bucket while getting ready and checking your messages. How it was even possible you weren’t sure, but you really had done nothing but sleep for a whole fortnight, you had tonnes of text messages from everybody checking in on you and one new voicemail message that was left earlier that day.

“Hey Y/N, it’s me, Jungkook… Again. Just checking in on you, hope you’re okay. Text me when you can cause uh-, cause I need to talk to you about something. Okay, get well soon.”

Your lips purse, you felt guilty for not responding to him for so long. What were you supposed to say to him? Hi, sorry I’ve been ignoring you I’ve been dreaming about you nonstop for weeks. No, of course not. But it’s not like you can pretend everything is fine and go back to normal either. Whatever normal means for you and Jungkook. You did wonder what he wanted to speak to you about, but it didn’t occupy too much brain space until you left the house.

You hope he isn’t going tonight,

The car is nearing Lisa’s house when your dad pulls over, Jay barely said a word before jumping out the back and walking up your best friend’s driveway. Your dad gives you the talk, ‘make sure he doesn’t get too crazy, look after him, keep an eye on him’ etc. He offers you both a ride home later if you struggle to get a cab and you thank him, finally exiting the passenger seat.

The wind is cold as it wraps the top of your exposed thighs, the only area of your legs that the long black thigh-high boots you wore didn’t conceal. You were wearing a little black dress that didn’t reveal too much, but it didn’t leave much to the imagination either.

Music floods the air as Jay swings the front door open, Lisa’s home is already filled with people swaying to the beat with sweat-beaded faces. You smile at Jay who gestures to a group of boys at the back, presumably his friends, ‘it’s fine, go’ you mouth, and he leaves you standing at the bottom of the staircase alone.

It’s not long before you’re stood in the kitchen tucked away to one side, unable to find Lisa, sipping at a very large cup of vodka lemonade with a dash of lime. Parties tend to remind you of your early teenage years, getting drunk with Lisa and Jackson in a random house until curfew and having to act sober as soon as you got home. You smile fondly at the memories, it seems like such a long time ago now. You hadn’t seen Jackson since Lisa’s last party, it was a shame that with adulthood came friendship drifts and responsibilities. You missed how easy things used to be.

Attempting to find Lisa you make your way through the crowded living space, there’s fruity vape clouds polluting the air and the undeniable stench of pot. You cringe, praying to God your little brother isn’t the one responsible.

“Ah there you are! I was worried you wouldn’t come!” Lisa beams brightly, a familiar tall dark and handsome photography student by her side. “Are you feeling better now?” She asks, and you respond.

“Yeah I am thanks,” You offer a polite smile, “You look soooo great!” You gesture to her small barely clothed body, she was wearing a tiny pink cropped shirt with the word princess written across the chest and a shiny baby pink leather skirt. Her signature bedazzled white boots stomp on the hard floor with each step, she looks just like a limited edition Bratz doll.

“Doesn’t she?” Taehyung purrs from her side, towering over her. He’s wearing a light floral shirt with the top three buttons undone, black slacks and loafers. He looks like a god damn runway model, nobody else you knew could pull off this look yet there he was making it appear effortless.

It was interesting watching the two of them interact, physically it made perfect sense, their children would be spoiled, genetic lottery winners with an amazing sense of style. But there’s something about the way he looks at her, something dark and mysterious, something akin to raw sexual desire, that sparks a pang of jealousy within you. Not because you wanted Taehyung, no, you couldn’t stand him – but it would be nice, more than nice, to have somebody look at you like that.

“Does your dad know Jays here? I was gonna ask him but he ran off somewhere…” Lisa brushes past you, Taehyung in tow, to the kitchen countertop to pour more drinks.

“Yeah he knows, he’s fine with it. Thanks for checking though.” You chuckle.

“He’s basically my little brother too! Gotta look out for that little dork.” She grabs three shot glasses, and you know exactly where this night is about to go.

“Don’t let him hear you say that, he’ll cry.” You help pour each of you a shot, “I was planning on taking it easy tonight yknow… Guess that’s out the window now.”

“It went out the window the second you arrived.” Lisa claps animatedly, bouncing up and down with joy, “I’m so glad you’re feeling better! Did the pain medicine finally work?”

“No actually,” You pinch your nose in preparation of the shot, “I put lavender in my tea, weird right?”

“What the hell? Lavender?! You’re telling me prescription meds couldn’t get rid of your migraine but… Lavender did?” She looks just as baffled as you and your father this morning.

“Yep,” You neck the shot of vodka before passing Taehyung his, “Apparently my mom used to get migraines too and that’s what she did. I don’t know if its placebo or what but-“

Your eyes are drawn to Taehyung who looks visibly in thought, it’s the first time you’ve seen him look something other than horny. His brows are drawn together, eyes fixated on the shot glass he holds. It looks so tiny in his large grip.

“-Are you okay?” You gently nudge his shoulder.

And just like that he’s snapped out of it, “Of course. Bottoms up.” The liquid slides down his throat, “So lavender cured your migraine? That’s…” He cocks his head to a side, “Interesting.”

“I know it sounds made up but really, it worked!” You justify yourself to the two, eyes wide with surprise. “I feel completely fine now, it’s the weirdest thing.”

“Weird,” He agrees with a small smirk, “Very weird.”

“Well I’m very grateful it worked because it wouldn’t be a party unless my best friend was here to celebrate with me!” Lisa winks, already pouring a second round.

“Right… And what are we celebrating?” You pass her your glass.

“Umm…” She chews her lower lip, scrambling her thoughts for an answer, “Life? College? The weather? Your recovery!”

The two of you burst out laughing, making small talk about anything and everything as she pours shot, after shot, after shot… After shot. Taehyung disappears soon after the third shot, presumably annoyed because you and Lisa were known for being lightweights at the best of times, never mind after a whole bottle of vodka between you.

“I, I-, uh god…” She burps, “I should find Tae, I feel bad.”

“Have you two… yknow,” Your eyes widen, “Have you finally had a sleepover yet?”

Lisa sighs, “We’ve had… naps… Haven’t quite made it to the full sleepover yet.”

“Okay, okay, wait I don’t follow-“

“I’ve sucked his dick a few times and he’s fingered me, and I know what you’re thinking because I’m thinking it too, how fucking old is he who even fingers anyone anymore we’re not sixteen in a movie theatre but-“

“Actually I wasn’t gonna say anything…” You throw your head back to laugh and it hits something hard behind you. “Oh my god,” You jump, turning round.

Shit.

“Hi.” Jungkook stares through you with an expressionless face, “Guess you’re feeling better then?”

“Uhh, yes. Thank you for asking.”

You couldn’t ignore the icy glare he was giving you, or the equally as cold rhetorical question he spat at you between his teeth. It made sense for him to be angry, you had been ignoring him for a long time and you did just headbutt his rock hard chest, accidental or not. He looks fucking hot. He was wearing a zebra print silk shirt, the top three buttons undone just like Taehyung’s, except Jungkook wears his shirt with black jeans and a deep red bomber jacket.

“I’m gonna go-, and find Tae…” Lisa shoots you a reassuring smile, though her eyes are screaming good luck with that as she saunters off into the crowds.

You can feel your cheeks burning with equal parts embarrassment and shame, “How have you been?” You manage to smile even though you feel tiny under his dark stare.

“Fine. How have you been lately? I wouldn’t know since you’ve been ignoring me for almost three weeks.” He looks pissed, his jaw is set so tight you’re certain it’s about to snap.

“Uh-, I’m sorry.”

He scoffs, eyes never leaving your face, “Yeah, you looked really sorry about it when you were throwing shots down your neck.”

Alcohol and sheer awkwardness take over, you quickly cover your mouth but it’s pointless, you’re laughing loud enough for people to hear you and turn. You’re laughing in Jungkook’s face, and he’s looking at you, no, he’s looking through you with disgrace.

“Get off my back, I had-, I wasn’t well…” You grin, “But I feel better now! So I’m with my best-, my best friend having a good time. You need to calm down.” You sniggered, pissing him off even more.

He grips your wrist tight enough to bruise and leads you to the garden patio, “You’re drunk.”

“Yeah no shit that’s kind of the point of alcohol.” Your steps are messy as you try to keep up with his long strides. His chest is heaving up and down, he looks so fucking sexy but so so scary at the same time. “What’s with you?” You frown, “Why are you so mad at me?”

Jungkook pauses, he’s standing in front of you now, having let go of your wrist, “I really need to talk to you about something.”

“Then just talk to me instead of getting angry at me.” Your shoulders bounce, amused.

“Why are you acting like this?” He asks, a cocktail of confusion and rage evident on his annoyingly perfect features.

“Why am I acting like what?” You pinch the bridge of your nose, “You’re the one that’s mad at me… For being sick.”

“What? No,” He shakes his head, “That’s not why I’m mad. I was worried about you and you didn’t even bother to pick up your fucking phone and let me know you were alive.”

A breathy giggle escapes you before you can catch it, “I literally slept all day every day, I had a migraine. The last thing I was going to do was pick up my bright ass phone and hurt my head even more.”

“A migraine?” He repeats, and you nod. “Y/N you’re swaying, how much have you had to drink?”

“Ughhh,” You groan with an overly-dramatic eyeroll, “Just get off my back already! I’m sorry I ignored you because I was sick, but I didn’t want to speak to anybody let alone you.”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” He’s really mad now, his raised voice winning a few curious stares from strangers in the garden. “Let alone me?” He points to his toned chest, eyes never leaving yours.

“You’ll think I’m a freak if I tell you, it’s best you don’t know.” You try to push past him but he’s too heavy, he doesn’t budge at all, only looks down at you with an unrecognisable expression. “Get out of my way Jungkook.”

“No, I need to talk to you.” His voice is low and dry, unamused.

“And we’ve talked already, please move.”

“No.”

“Jungkook-“

“Why would I think you’re a freak? Did you really have a migraine all this time or are you lying to me?” His question catches you off guard and when you open your mouth to say something no words come out. “What’s going on Y/N?” He asks again.

“Oh my god-“ You feel like screaming, “Is this what you wanted to talk to me about? To ask-, to force me into giving you my medical history?! Yes, I had a migraine. I had it from Halloween evening until this morning, I drank tea and now I feel much better. Is that all Dr Jeon?”

He’s visibly taken aback by your drunken slurs, his eyes are wide and rounded from surprise and his profile has finally softened into a less pissed off looking version. Now he looks… Apologetic? No, now he’s pissed off again.

“I’ll talk to you about this when you’re sober.” He spits.

“Fine. Now move.” You try to push past again but he doesn’t give in, still standing in your way. “Jungkook-,” You huff, losing patience with him, “Get out of my fucking way!”

Glass shatters from behind him, Lisa’s French glass doors having just seemingly exploded out of nowhere. Jungkook turns to sound but unlike the others in the garden, yourself included, he doesn’t look scared or shocked, no, he looks as though he saw it coming. He quirks a brow and sighs, shaking his head.

“Now look at who needs to calm down.”

“What?” You scoff, “I didn’t do that! I’m standing right in front of you, there’s no way I did that. I wouldn’t damage Lisa’s mom’s property! You seriously need to get the fuck away from me.”

Lisa and Taehyung rush outside as people begin to panic and start leaving.

“Is everybody okay?!” Lisa yells, she looks worried, “What happened?!”

“It just… happened, I didn’t see anybody throw anything. I’m not sure…” You try explaining to her, not missing the way Jungkook and Taehyung appear to already be in deep conversation next to you, though you were still blocked from moving further forward. “I don’t know how it happened… Somebody must’ve smashed it, but, I didn’t-, I didn’t see…”

“Y/N it’s okay, wait are you alright?”

The next thing you know you’re falling to the floor fast, your knees buckling beneath your weight as everything turns black. Thankfully Jungkook sees this happening and rushes over, catching you in his strong arms before you hit the ground.

“Do you have a room I can lay her in?” You hear him ask before you fully black out.

Feeling oddly sober you suddenly become hyperaware of your surroundings, you’re in Lisa’s bedroom laid beneath her pink satin sheets. Taehyung and Jungkook are stood by the window, and you’re certain you just heard Lisa say she’ll be back soon and asking them to watch you.

“Lavender?” Jungkook whispers, “No, there’s no way.”

“So that window shattered all on its own did it?” Taehyung sounds irritated.

Jungkook sighs, “No, I know-, but I know for a fact she’s not a witch. Memory fog wouldn’t work on a witch.”

“Something must’ve triggered her powers since then.” Taehyung breathes, “What happened the last time you saw her?”

Jungkook takes a beat, “Nothing.”

“Hoseok said he saw you in that field with her.”

“Mm. What about it?” He sounds annoyed.

“Maybe you and her together, there…Maybe that’s what did it. Lisa said she had a migraine ever since that night. What are we supposed to do if she knows about us?”

“She doesn’t,” Jungkook exhales, “What makes you say that?”

“She’s been avoiding you right? Maybe she knows what you are.”

Silence follows.

You stir on the bed now starting to fully wake up, unsure of what’s real and what you’re dreaming at this point. There’s a dull ache in your head again earning you to groan in discomfort. Your eyes flutter open and reveal Jungkook looking at you curiously, Taehyung stands next to him but he’s too busy texting to notice that you’re awake.

“My head.” You’re quiet, “My head hurts.”

“I’m not surprised.” Taehyung looks up, “Lisa called your dad he’s on his way, your brothers waiting for you downstairs.”

“What happened?” You sit up, rubbing your sore temples.

Neither of them respond.

It’s the third cup of lavender infused tea that saves you from another hellish migraine, though a bad hangover still lingers in your sore muscles. You don’t remember much of Saturday night, it’s Tuesday now and you’ve just got home from class and your body still doesn’t feel recovered. It feels weak, as though you’ve used all your energy on something and you’re going to be permanently drained forever. It feels akin to a comedown after a wild night of heavy cocaine use. Not that you know what that feels like...Of course.

Taking a seat at your desk you sigh, feeling somewhat exhausted recently.

Ironically Jungkook’s been ignoring your messages these past few days, you’d simply apologised for causing a scene and for ignoring him, not realising he was so upset by it… Only to be ignored yourself. He wasn’t in class today either, or yesterday. The world really does have a unique way of fucking you over. At least it had been a few days since you dreamt of that red thunderstorm though, thankfully Jungkook’s face had stayed well away from your dreams recently.

Smoothing your plain beige shirt you swivel on your chair, noticing a large brown paper bag tucked neatly beneath your desk. Ah, your mom’s old college books. Figuring now was a good a time as any you reach into the bag and pull a large, red leather bound journal from the top of the pile. It was beautiful, in a is this actually a book about sadism way.

You trace your fingertips over the patterns littering the front cover, smiling to yourself at the mental image of your mom choosing this journal in a store. She would’ve been so excited about it, you wonder what made her pick this particular one. The way the details were engraved into the leather? The deep crimson red colour? Maybe it was the paper quality of the pages, they seemed pretty thick you notice as you open the book.

This journal belongs to Patsy.

You read on.

September 1st 1987

Day 21 since find out I’m a witch.

“Holy fucking shit.” You gasp, “What?”

My head is POUNDING and I mean POUNDING, I can’t eat or breathe without this ringing noise flooding my ears. It’s been three weeks since mom told me that I have powers, just like her and all the other women in our family, at first I thought it was complete bullshit because well who wouldn’t right? But the more I learn to control it, the more mom teaches me about my lineage… The more everything makes sense. I’ve always known I was different, from a very young age. And this isn’t going to be one of those ‘WOE IS ME’ diaries artificial intelligence will find and read in five thousand years’ time when humanity ceases to exist because we’ve all killed each other with our god damn egos and think to themselves WOW humans were really depressing. No, this journal is for me. I want to document this journey, I want someone to talk to about this, even if you are just a blank page. I need to get these thoughts out of my head before it explodes.

Your jaw is on the floor, eyes wide and round with disbelief. Your mom was crazy, that’s the only logical explanation, your mom was fucking crazy. Cringing and scolding yourself at the fact you’re mentally calling your dead mother a psychopath you find the strength to turn the page.

September 12th 1987

Lavender eases the pain, mom says it’s to due with it’s natural calming qualities and because we draw our powers from the Earth, there’s magic in many natural substances if you’re able to feel it. I still don’t know how to control my powers yet, the other night I was driving home and I hit every single red light there, I got so pissed off that all the traffic lights in a six mile radius exploded, someone could’ve died due to my recklessness. I know mom said it takes time, but Granny prepared her for this from a young age, she knew what she was from the age of ten and it’s just been sprung onto me out of nowhere. My powers were triggered by some loser demon who got into my head and tried to make me forget that I’d ever met him, at first I did forget but as the headaches are staring to wear off I’m remembering more and more. Apparently the headaches only last a year, that’s when we’re fully developed and at my strongest.

I’m glad mom is helping me though, I don’t know what I would do without her. She says this is more than genetics, I don’t know the full story but what I do know is that we’re related to the strongest witch ever known. Y/N. It’s a nice name really, maybe if I have a daughter one day I’ll consider it. Y/N was the witch responsible for the creation of the seven deadly sins, the seven original demons, the strongest of their kind. Nobody knows what happened to her but she’s obviously dead now and legend has it there’s only one witch who will ever be stronger than she was, and she will be born into this family, her own bloodline, it could be me for all I know! Nobody knows what Y/N looked like because obviously there was no cameras 300 years ago but as far as the books go the one who can lift her curse is said to be her doppelganger.

You slam the book shut, gasping for air as your chest grows tighter and tighter. This isn’t real. This isn’t real. This isn’t real. Is this real?

Remembering the way the glass shattered at Lisa’s party the second you got angry makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. You’re a witch? No. Witches aren’t real. Are they?

Standing quickly you start to pace the bedroom floor, muscles no longer aching and instead full of adrenaline, vibrating with anxiety as the reality of this situation starts to dawn on you. The headaches, check. The glass shattering occurrence, check. Loser demon getting into your head?

Jungkook.

“Oh my god…” You clutch at your chest, eyes frantically looking for your phone.

Was this what he wanted to talk to you about? Did he know? Was he a demon? Are demons real? You exhale, head spinning. He wasn’t scared by the glass shattering, but you don’t remember much of that night after that moment. Is this why?

You scroll your contacts list until you find his name, thumb hovering over it.

No. Because if he was a demon… Demons are bad. Right? He’d never done anything ill-willed towards you, in fact he was always nice, overly nice in fact, until you ignored him anyway. No. He can’t be a demon. What even is a demon? The legends say they look just like normal people do, they can blend into a crowd easily it’s what makes them so dangerous. Is Jungkook dangerous?

Deciding against calling him you lock your phone and toss it onto the bed. God you wish you’d never read that stupid book. Did your dad know about your mom? Did anybody? Sue must’ve known they were best friends. Best friends, Lisa is your best friend she’ll understand. You scramble for your phone and send her a text:

Y/N: Are you free?

Within seconds she replies,

Lisa: Just at Taehyung’s, are u okay?

Taehyung. Taehyung noticeably freaked when you mentioned the lavender tea at the party, and he knew and lived with Jungkook… Along with-, wait… How many? Okay, there’s:

Jungkook Taehyung Jimin Hoseok Namjoon Yoongi Seokjin

Seven. Seven men. Seven men who live together and just happened to move here all at the same time... To find an old friend of theirs, who didn’t have any social media… Memories of Jungkook pushing you for information on the witch trials in the library start to make you go dizzy, all the comments he’s made about witches and demons… Always asking for your opinion on the idea of it all, every conversation finding a way to lead back to it. Of course he knew that demons can’t read fucking minds, he is one.

At least you think he is. No, he can’t be. Can he?

“What the fuck is going on?!” You almost yelled, shaky hands reaching for your phone once more.

First things first, you need to get Lisa out of that house.

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