#jungook fanfic

[mayolive-writes]

The Love Plaza | Jungkook

Pairing: Jungkook x AFAB Reader

Summary: Needing to take a break from the long trip to college, you and Jungkook are forced to stay at the only lodging available within 70 miles, a love motel. And much to Jungkook’s dismay, there’s only one bed.

Wordcount: 4102

Genre: Fluff, Comedy, Smut, Best Friends to lovers, Oneshot(?)

Warnings: Dry humping, mild awkwardness (these poor virgins), no penetration (this time), They’re so cute and down bad

Minors DNI

A/N: thought this would be a fun writing prompt to exercise my humor muscle. I often feel that my writing lacks comedic relief, so this was good practice! I wanted this to be goofy as shit, because friends to lovers is just that much sweeter when it’s goofy. I do have a couple other WIPs with this couple though!! One that’s fluffy and another that is significantly spicier.

Enjoy!!

The Love Plaza | Moonlight Trampoline Adventure | Labret

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You must be shitting me.

Unbelievable. Un-fucking-believable. Jungkook reads the sign in disbelief. The only lodging in 70 miles was a damned love motel. The bright red neon “18+” sign mocks him.

Unbelievable.

"Hell no, I can keep driving," Jungkook turns to you, there's no way you'd be okay with this.

"Jeon Jungkook, we've been driving on and off for 14 hours in a cramped truck with enough leg room for a toddler. We're both exhausted." You flash him a stern look, "we were honked at five times because we were going off the road!" With a light smack of his chest, you giggle, "besides, maybe they have a room with separate beds!" Your voice drips with sarcasm, calm about the entire situation.

Except you weren't.  Inside, you were screaming. A fucking love hotel in the middle of nowhere? This is a sick joke. But despite your inner turmoil, you keep a humored face.

"You're sure?" Jungkook asks again, just to make sure.

Cocking your eyebrow, you give him an incredulous look, "the other option is getting into a crash. I don’t think coffee and 5-hour-energy can't help us now, bun."

He sighs. With every passing second, he can feel his heart losing years of life. This definitely isn’t healthy.

A bell sounds as you and Jungkook enter, catching the eye of a desk clerk. The shabby motel is surprisingly chic inside, with modern hardwood tile, and wallpaper patterned with soft wisteria, giving the space a fresh feeling.

"Hey there! Do you have a reservation?" The smile on the clerk's face is practiced, but falters when he sees the both of you in sweatpants and t-shirts. 

He concludes on his own, no, you don't have a reservation.

As you both walk awkwardly up to the desk, the clerk continues, "just the two of you?"

Jungkook answers, "uh--yeah." You spot a basket on the counter and tap Jungkook on the shoulder, pointing.

It's full of different sized condoms in every bright color imaginable. Pink, blue, orange, yellow, purple, green.

You both hold back silly smiles, doing your utmost to keep cool. 

"And do you perhaps--" you pick up a condom out of the basket and Jungkook chokes. He takes a moment before looking at the smiley clerk again, "have a room with separate beds?"

The clerk simply stares at Jungkook. Separate beds? In a love motel?

There's been very few moments in Jungkook's life when he was truly Flustered.

1. Confessing to Sandy Morrison in second grade. 

2. His first kiss in 11th grade.

3. Figuring out that maybe he wasn’t totally straight.

4. Seeing you, his best friend and crush of at least 6 years,  pick up a large condom, neatly packed in bright neon orange wrapping, and pocketing it for some ungodly reason.

Shit.

What are you doing?

You yourself don't know what the hell you're doing. There’s zero intention in your mind of using the condom, of course--not that you wouldn't like to. But you're just trying to have fun. What else do you do in a love hotel? With this thought, you promptly lose your shit when you sight a shelf near the clerk desk that displays a variety of items.

Lube, lace garters (neatly packed in plastic packaging, fancy!), satin blindfolds, fuzzy handcuffs (red, pink, blue, black, and orange!), and the cherry on top--a brochure of "The Best Positions For A Night of Passion!"

The cackle you hold in makes you shake. You hop over to the shelf and ask the clerk, "how much for these?" Pointing to the handcuffs.

The clerk is now thoroughly confused at the contrasting interests in both you and Jungkook, who is flushed in the face--both from embarrassment and holding his laughter in. "Um... They're all a dollar, the pamphlet is free."

The clerk looks back to Jungkook, "and, sir, I'm sorry, but we don't have rooms with separate beds," leaning forward to whisper, he continues, "if you guys are fighting, take the couch." 

Well, it was worth a shot.

Once you're both checked in, Jungkook is about to walk away. That is, before he sees you go up to the desk clerk with one of each item that was displayed on the shelf. 

Oh. 

My.

God.

The clerk looks at Jungkook, his expression screaming, "dude, I can't believe you wanted separate beds!"

You happily stride beside Jungkook through the motel hallway, kinky bag in hand while he carries the luggage. You must be insane. Having finally reached room 40, you both realize that Jungkook’s hands are full of your bags. Awkwardly, you dig into his front pocket, feeling for the card.

"Um..." you look up when he speaks up, "it's in the other pocket.”

Oh. Oops.

You dig through his other pocket. 

why are these damn things so dee--

What. Was. That.

Jungkook gasps.

You gasp.

Realizing what you’ve just done, you flinch away, “Oh my god! I’m so fucking sorry--" Jungkook is utterly speechless. This night just keeps getting more and more inconceivable. He says nothing as you dig more cautiously and finally yank out the godforsaken key.

One minute later you're finally in the room, with yours and Jungkook’s cheeks throbbing red.

Nice one, y/n.

As you both walk further in, you gasp. All other thoughts vanish at the sight.

Jesus Christ, what a night.

"Oh my god, Koo!" You drag him in faster and he sees you fall into a burst of laughter, and once he sees it too, promptly loses his composure at the ridiculous sight.

The bed is obviously heart-shaped, the sheets are red satin, and the blankets are pink velvet. The mattress is adorned with frilly heart pillows and lacy detailing, with a black headboard screwed into the wall (which is probably for the best).

You both share gazes of utter astonishment, only to fall over yourselves once more. The sheer ridiculousness of it all hitting you full force. Jungkook’s laughter only falters when he notices that there isn't a couch.

This leaves him with two options. Share the bed with you and sacrifice a sleepless night resulting in another 10 hours of hell tomorrow, or sleep on the plush black carpeted floor and spend the next week with achy muscles and a crick in the neck.

He's gonna have to sleep on the fucking floor.

Quietly, Jungkook goes into the bathroom, leaving you to your own devices.

One bed. God, what a cliché. Jeon Jungkook will not be brought down by some fanfic writer’s wet dream.

Despite the inconvenience of the motel, Jungkook is relieved as the hot water spews from the showerhead. He’s needed this all day. Each muscle becomes looser, and Jungkook finds himself relaxing as the sound of water hitting the floor puddles in his mind.

6 long years.

Jungkook was twelve when he realized he had a big, fat, disgusting crush on you. But he knew it wasn’t a big deal. Crushes pass and fade. It’s impossible not to have a crush at that age.

Jungkook was 16 when he realized it wasn’t just a crush anymore. The poor bastard was head over heels. Down for the count. Your smile made his heart burn—he’d do anything to see it. He’d pull up pictures of you on his phone on the rare occasion he couldn’t see you, just to make sure he could at least see your smile every day. He recalls feeling stupid for feeling so fuzzy about you all the time, but what’s shameful about wanting to see someone you love happy and smiling? Nothing.

At some point, it turned physical. Absolute hell. He felt complete and utter shame the first time he touched himself while thinking about you. It was deplorable how badly and how often he yearned for your lips on his body.  

Throughout high school, Jungkook could barely look at anyone else other than you. Others could tell, most didn’t even try making a move on him. Except for his first kiss, taking place after prom in the parking lot. He remembers apologizing profusely to his date the next day, admitting that he just didn’t feel that way about them.

During graduation, he almost slipped. Almost confessed that he wanted to give it a shot. The longing was becoming too much. But no matter how close he came to finally spitting it out he’d always chicken out. You meant too much. And it felt… wrong to spring it on you.

But this? He might break in two. He’s insane, he knows, but that millisecond where you accidentally touched him through his pants almost made him hydroplane, losing all traction on reality.

A knock on the door yanks Jungkook out of his murky thoughts. “If you use up all the hot water, I’ll personally annihilate you, Kookie.”

He can’t hold back a smirk, “yeah, yeah, I’m almost done.”

If hot showers were personified, you’d marry them. Specifically, the ones taken after your best friend, with his scent still lingering. This night has been one hell of a rollercoaster, and you take your time washing away the 14 hours of uncomfortable driving and cleanse your airways. Jungkook has always smelled like home to you. Years of friendship will do that to a person. Not even your own family can make you feel at ease like he does, with the way he shines. Bright enough to feel warm, but not so bright as to scare anyone away.

7 long years.

You were 11 when you realized you had a big, fat, disgusting crush on Jungkook. But you’d had countless meaningless crushes at that age, he was just a crush out of convenience, right?

Wrong.

You were 16 when you realized it wasn’t just a crush anymore. Something about Jungkook’s demeanor with you changed. He was always nice to you, but as Jungkook matured, his rough-and-tumble attitude crumbled away into something softer, cushier, and sweeter. It was unbearable. Whenever he put a secure arm around your shoulder, your heart would squeeze, and then release. First yearning, then comfort.

You wanted him. In more than one way. Never in a million years would you live down the shame from the first time you let him invade your thoughts alone at night. It wasn’t that long ago, really. Jungkook had turned 18, and He wasted little to no time in getting a lip piercing. You nonchalantly said it looked cool, but it kept you up that night.

It was becoming too much, but with graduation fast approaching you thought you’d finally have your out. You’d go off to college, and as much as you’d miss your best friend, you knew you needed to get away, and hopefully the love would fade with time.

Well, that was before you found out that Jungkook was going to the same college as you.

It was pure coincidence.

So here you are. Desperately trying to wash away your increasing desire on both fronts, romantically and sexually.

Regretfully, you step out of the shower into the cold bathroom air. In an instant you’re pulling Jungkook’s stolen hoodie over your head.

The room is dead silent when you leave the bathroom, and you spot Jungkook resting peacefully on the heart-shaped bed. His eyes are closed. It’s moments like these that make you want to give in and just tell him. So what if he doesn’t feel the same way? So what if he doesn’t fight back the urge to kiss you every day? So. Fucking. What.

He’s your best friend. That’s fucking what.

Losing him is not an option.

“Gook?” Jungkook is lightly startled, and you almost feel bad for waking him. “Hey, can you move over?”

“Huh?” He groggily looks around, then realizes, “Oh—yeah, yeah, just a sec.”

With sloth-like movements, Jungkook grabs a pillow and a blanket from the bed and lays them on the floor, but before he can slip down onto the carpet you stop him, “woah, woah, woah. What’re you doing?”

“Uhhh, going to sleep?”

“On the floor? We’ve shared a bed before, doofus.”

“yeah, when we were like, nine.” Jungkook retorts. Please, God. Don’t do this to him.

You know it’ll be hell sharing a bed with him, but you’d feel like shit making him sleep on the floor. “What’re you afraid of, catching cooties? Come on, bun, it’s not a big deal.” It is a big deal. It is such a stupidly big deal.

Jungkook takes a moment to read your eyes, only a feeling a twinge of awkwardness. With reluctance, he moves the blanket and pillow back onto the bed and climbs in first. He can do this.

You climb in behind him, settling in quickly. His back is to you, thank God, but warmth is radiating from his body. You can’t do this.

Deep breaths, deep breaths. Focus.

Focus on the patter of the rain outside. Focus on the whirring of the ceiling fan above. Focus on the softness of the sheets. Focus on the warmth of the blankets. Focus on the smell of the detergent. Focus on the smell of Jungkook’s shampoo.

Wait, no. Don’t focus on that.

Hell freezes over in the time it takes for you to get comfortable.

It feels like infinity has passed by as Jungkook lays deathly still. One movement and he’ll shatter. The bed feels smaller than it looks. The proximity is too much. He can hear your deep breaths, can feel them in how your back lightly hits his with every intake of air. His body feels like it’ll start vibrating. His chest feels like it might implode. His thoughts are spiraling. He just wants you.

Eyes. Closed. Mouth. Closed. Mind. A work in progress. Sheep, count sheep.

1…

2…

3…

Just fall asleep. Please. You tell yourself.

Closing your eyes, you count the seconds as they pass by into minutes. You’re on minute 28 when a haze finally begins to ease you. But some prick outside of your room drops something heavy and you hear them giggling and walking away. You hope they have a terrible night’s sleep. Even if they weren’t planning on sleeping anyway.

Being conscious again, it’s impossible to ignore it. You can’t take it. You can’t. His warmth, his smell. His smile, his laugh.

Him.

Something possesses you. Chest aching painfully, heart beating mercilessly.

You whisper.

“Jungkook,”

“Yeah?” He curses the waver in his voice as your body shifts around to face his back. It takes him a moment before he has enough courage to turn around.

Your eyes.

Your eyes are big and wide, you look scared and excited all at once. “Jungkook, I…”

What are you doing?

You must be insane.

Just forget it.

But there’s no going back.

Do it.

Just say it.

Say it.

Fucking say it.

You like—

No.

He gently reaches for your hand beneath the blanket. The mingling of your fingers calms your mind, eases your breathing. “Thanks,” a whisper is sent across the small distance that separates the two of you. “How do you feel about me?”

Jungkook stares. Huh? That’s all? He chuckles, “We’ve been friends since we were like, four. It’s a good bet that I like you.”

You blink. What an absolute dunce. “No, you stupid asshat, how do you feel about me?” All this courage makes your mouth keep moving, “I mean… I feel something, and sometimes it seems like you feel something too. Can you like, tell me if it’s just me?”

Jungkook’s eyes go wide, his warm hand slipping away.

Oh. You’ve made a huge mistake.

Or so you think before he’s crawling to hover over you, hands beside your head. “You like me?”

It’s your turn for your eyes to bulge, your face burning at the position, one that you’ve imagined at least a million times. Head turning away, you reiterate, “Unfortunately.”

His head falls to your shoulder, “Oh my god. Holy shit, oh my God. I can’t believe this. I can’t believe this shit, holy fucking shit.” You patiently wait for his rambling to stop, but you’re confused now. He’s on top of you. This man is on top of you but hasn’t said anything about how he feels yet.

The only natural response is to flick his forehead, of course.

“Hey, ouch!”

You exaggerate the clearing of your throat, “’holy shit, I can’t believe this shit.’ Isn’t a super direct answer, Jeon Jungkook.”

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re mean?”

“Aww did I hurt you fee—” His lips touch yours softly, but it doesn’t last long enough before he falls back to his side of the bed.

“It’s not just you,” Your hands find each other again.

A thick silence rests over you, despite your staggering heart. You want him to kiss you again, desperately. You push yourself to ask, “kiss me again? Maybe longer this time?”

Jungkook obliges wordlessly, leaning over to press his lips against yours once more. It’s slow, cautious, unsure. Your body feels tense, making it difficult to feel excited. Not sure what to do, you pull him closer by his sweatshirt, forcing your bodies to touch.

It feels like he’s melting into you. His lips are still shaky, but he pushes forward, placing his hand on your hip as you wrap a leg over his body. Creating even less distance between you. There’s a heavy breath.

“Um… okay, pause.” Your eyes meet. He nods and his fingers brush through your hair, playing with it casually and awaiting your next request. In this wide expanse of time, the tingle of him playing with your hair lulls your mind and heart.  

“Again?”

Third time’s the charm, right?

With less hesitance than before, Jungkook finds your lips again, keeping his hand buried in your hair. This time, it’s more comfortable, and your lips tingle. Unsure of what to do with yourself, your hands grip his sweatshirt even tighter, and you find it in yourself to lean in closer, breath quickening less from nerves and more from pleasure.

How many times had you thought of this? Each scenario being different, passionate and fiery. And yet of the hundreds of daydreams, none of them were accurate. Despite the underlying awkwardness, you wouldn’t want it any other way.

All thoughts drift away when Jungkook’s lips leave your own, and before you can protest, they fall upon your neck. Far more astonishing is when he drags you on top of him, changing your positions.

A quiet gasp escapes. Woah, woah woah, buddy.

But your surprise doesn’t stop him from dragging his lips to the other side of your neck. You feel your legs go numb. With his stupid lips on your neck still, he asks, “Is this okay?”

There’s a lot of fumbling in your brain before you can answer, “mhm… I’ve thought about this a lot.”

“Oh really? How much of it?” This stupid bitch.

“Shut up before you ruin it, just keep going.” You have no clue, but to Jungkook, the breathlessness in your voice feels like kryptonite.

Slipping a hand beneath your hoodie, you jolt at his touch. “How far do you want me to go?”

You squirm, “Um… I don’t know yet, is that okay?”

“Good, cuz’ I don’t know either. We can stop at any point.” Becoming impatient, you only give him a nod before you guide his hand to slip further into your hoodie. The trail of his touch his tingly, unpredictable, exciting. The gentle nature in the way he feels you causes your body to take on a mind of its own as your hips sink into Jungkook, forcing a groan from his lips. “Fuck, do that again.” You follow his instruction, and he lets out another noise of pleasure. It sends a spark coursing through you, leaning in to kiss him again. It’s messier this time, the caress of his hand on your skin making the simple task of breathing complicated. Your hips push down again, and the bulge you feel beneath you makes you gasp. In quick succession, Jungkook’s fingers brush over the tip of your breast, and to your utter shock a whine flows out of your lips. Your legs lose more strength, and you follow instinct. One hand slips beneath Jungkook’s shirt, and the jerk has the audacity to cup your breast in retaliation, dragging another whine out of you. Your head falls to his neck, partially because you feel like jelly, and partially because you want to leave a string of kisses to match what he so generously left on you prior.

With each kiss your hands keep exploring his torso and chest. If he can play dirty, so can you.

Or so you thought.

He pulls the neckline of your hoodie down to gain access to your collarbone before leaning up and licking a bold stripe from your clavicle up to your neck, dragging your body closer all the while. And when he latches on to the crook of your neck, sucking hard and meeting your hips as they subconsciously grind into him, you release a moan.

“There you go.”

You see through hazy vision the smirk on his face. Different from any that you’ve seen in your countless years of friendship.

He does it again, latching onto a spot along your collarbone and sucking, harsh but loving. Easing the sting with another swipe of his tongue.

The room is soon a quiet orchestra of heavy breaths and stifled groans, whines, and moans.

Time feels nonexistent.

“I think I want you to touch me, koo--”

“You think?”

You whine, “God, I don’t know—I just need more.”

He groans, “Fuck, babe.”

His hands securely grip your hips, and guide them to grind down onto him, hard. His sweatpants barely getting in the way.

You gasp at first, but as he keeps guiding your hips you let out a moan, louder than the one before. You cover your lips, not wanting to be heard by anyone outside.

“shit babe, please don’t be quiet, please—”

As the rhythm of your hips continue, you lean down, resting your head beside Jungkook’s ear, hoping that the muffle of the pillows will prevent anyone other than Jungkook hearing you. You let go, letting your moans flow, as his hips meet yours. Each sound you let out into his ear brings Jungkook closer to his breaking point.

“Keep going Koo, I’m close.” You whisper, and the sounds Jungkook lets out sound almost painful.

“Fuck, I love you.” He whines. And with barley another thrust of his hips, he comes undone beneath you. He keeps his grip on your hips, continuing to bring your hips down onto him.

You can barely manage “I love you too, Koo” before you find release.

The butterflies haven’t subsided yet. You’re clean and warm in bed again with Jungkook, hands and hearts intertwined. This time sleep feels more possible, but you can’t help but want to talk.

“Can I be honest?”

“Of course.”

“some of that felt awkward, right?”

“Well, I don’t think anything is more awkward than when we were forced to take a bath together when we were toddlers just cuz’ we got all muddy in the rain.”

You giggle as Jungkook pulls you in closer against his chest. “Yeah, sex ain’t shit compared to that.”

The warmth lulled you into a comfortable silence. You can’t remember the last time you felt this content, and you never want it to end. Every night this is what you want. Hands fit together loosely, blanket tangled between your bodies.

Jungkook will process with time that this is his new reality. His new reality in which you fall asleep in his arms, in which he can pull you closer, hold you tighter, and play with your fingers as he drifts off into a dreamland that couldn’t possibly match what he has with you. No one knows what the future holds, but Jungkook sure as hell hopes that you’re a part of it.

This shaggy love motel did more good than he thought it would.

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[renewoos]

Sweetly Devoted (jjk)

➸ Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x gn!reader

➸ Genres: angst & tooth-rotting fluff

➸ Themes: love at first sight, strangers-to-friends-to-lovers, slight meet cute, comfort

➸ WC: 11k+

➸ Warnings: descriptive mentions of health illnesses (mental & physical), anxiety, depression, detox & withdrawal, very brief mention of self-harm, family neglect

➸ Summary: All you wanted was to get healthier. You were so tired of these brutal health battles and constant doctor visits. You’ve been sick for a while not getting well enough help. Don’t worry, your guardian angel is about to send an angel in human-form straight to your life called Jeon Jungkook. 

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This was the seventh doctor you had been to and each visit only led to more tears in the end. To say it was frustrating wouldn’t be enough. Tormenting, torturing; perhaps  those were the words to closely describe the experiences. An autoimmune disease wasn’t just something you could wave off, especially when you had multiple other health problems. Suffering and feeling the world turn gray suddenly as the life in you started to fade away. You felt like you were losing yourself as each year passed. Depression was rising as high as a tsunami wave.

Four years is how long you’ve been sick and it’s been a ride bumpier than hitting all the potholes while driving. How you became ill? It wasn’t clear at all. You had just woken up one night, drenched in sweat from fear. A night terror was what they called it. The problem was, those night terrors came every single night since the first one until you stopped sleeping for two months. Getting only one to three hours of sleep until finally no sleep at all for the last two weeks. Due to the lack of sleep, your anxiety went off the charts. Shaking and trembling at the slightest of sounds, you stopped eating too. You were scared to death and of what? Not even you knew. You had fainted eventually and had woken up in a hospital room, almost dying of starvation and sleep deprivation but saved with an ambulance call from someone who found you.

The hospital doctor gave you a pill, not bothering to examine you properly. The trust you put in him was huge. You figured maybe you just lost your mind. It’s just anxiety and depression but oh, how wrong you’d be. You recovered for a moment, only to suddenly fall again. Your health had been a bumpy ride and the night terrors (which thankfully did end from the new pill you started) but since then on you were never the same again. The things you once loved, you didn’t anymore. Depression was to blame for that one. You lost bits and pieces of yourself. The bits and pieces scattered around, turning into blank pages and crumbling away. Who were you now? Certainly not that once bright being who could take on the world better. The person who had dreams higher than the clouds above.

Six doctors in a row deemed you crazy, god, how much did those words hurt you. Nobody wants to be called crazy especially not from medical professionals. You thought you’d get used to the word after so many times but you just couldn’t. You didn’t have that strength anymore. The sad part is, the medical professionals didn’t properly look at you. Something was wrong. Thanks to your seventh doctor, who caught it and is trying to pinpoint it now. She believes there is so much more to you. ‘It’s not all in your head. Those doctors are wrong, I will prove it.’ Hopeful for the first time but of course, you also didn’t wanna jinx it. For some reason, every time you mentioned something; it would turn out bad. As if a darkness cloud just followed you overhead constantly. After all, it took years to find someone who believed you and she won’t be the only one.

You did believe you were crazy as things just did not make sense overall, especially before this doctor came along. As time passed, you weren’t just mentally ill with anxiety and depression. You were physically sick and every vein in your body was burning from it. You felt horrid pains in your body,  physically too. Your poor body is suffering and you don’t know how to help it. That’s when suddenly, the thought of ‘being crazy couldn’t be right’ hit you. Mustering up the small piece of strength you had to go on, you pushed for doctors until you found her.

The discovery of an autoimmune disease was found except for your case, it was special. ‘Of course it’s special,’ you once scoffed. ‘Nothing for me can be a simple answer.’ Doctors found you a mystery and experimented on you. In the last two years, you had gone through several medical tests. Every two weeks, for months you got to feel needles poking you. Constant checking and testing that drained you. The doctors still deeming you crazy just because the tests they ran didn’t make sense to them. You stood up and walked however, despite the difficult road ahead. You keep on going even if some days, you grab that razor blade and say it’s totally over. Something small in you, is not letting it be over. Something that makes you heal your self inflicted wounds and try to care for yourself. It was a fucked up cycle and you knew that.

The autoimmune disease you had was special because it kept changing from one version to another. The problem is, that’s completely contradicting. One version of the disease kills your energy, makes you ache. You become very sluggish to the point where even taking a shower is hard. Heart rate slows and your face gets puffy. The other version; you are restless, jumpy and anxious. The anxiety jumps and your heart is racing. Yet here you were, switching between the two versions of the disease every few weeks. No wonder you were a mess. In the end, it was decided that a virus was messing you up and from it, you got the lovely gift of a physical nodule in your throat.

Luckily that nodule hasn’t turned into cancer yet and you pray that it never does. Only bothers your throat from time to time and makes swallowing difficult a bit. Nobody wants to go through cancer and your heart has always gone out to people who do have it. You always thought that if it came to that, you wouldn’t be strong enough to handle the news. You figured, you’d completely break and give up.

You had a beloved guardian angel, your therapy dog who has passed away before you found out you were sick. You wore a golden locket around your neck daily in memory of her. An urn necklace with an angel wing attached to it. You believe she is protecting you somehow. Your guardian angel is the only thing you had to hang onto.

Recovering only to relapse again and again; spinning around like a tornado. New symptoms came that made things so difficult again. So here you were, with the seventh doctor. The only woman who believes something is still wrong. Your autoimmune disease was able to calm down, not being too harsh on you and not going through crazy spikes. However, your blood-tests had shown multiple other issues arrive yet again. The tears you held in so strongly burst the minute you got home. Stress levels were ascending up and you just locked yourself alone. Hating to cry in front of others so you just kept to yourself and let it out, in the comfort of your private bedroom.

A second autoimmune disease now found present in your gut this time. The first one being in your throat, a gland whose hormones can affect every organ. The doctor had a plan to detox your body as you found out you also had multiple food allergies causing leaky gut syndrome as well as developing anemia. All were contributing to making you ill. On top of it, the pill that you depended on for the night terrors and insomnia, causes the first autoimmune disease in your throat to worsen. The fear of letting go of the medical drug you depended on for these four years hurt you. How could doctors not tell you that the pill wasn’t supposed to be for years? That it could physically cause a damage. Nobody warned you. You weren’t sure if you could do all this anymore. You would need to start six supplements and you would have to tamper off your current medication by lowering the dosages every two weeks. The pill that saved you years ago in the hospital from night terrors now can be causing more illnesses. Bitterness against doctors is all you felt. Not for this seventh one but still after everything, it would be hard to trust her fully; even if she is different so far.

It was an overload of information and a month to do so much work. You just wondered why and how were you getting so ill. It couldn’t just be that pill. Would it ever end? You felt no comfort because almost everyone around you seemed to be tired of hearing you sick. Your home life wasn’t exactly the best. A father should protect not harm but that’s the life you got. Watching you struggle to move some days from pure exhaustion that the illnesses were causing yet nobody in your family seemed to really give a shit.

Nobody in general.

Except for one person; who didn’t consider you ‘too much’ and definitely cared.

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One day, you met him. Before your seventh doctor had discovered another autoimmune disease and advised you on a strict diet and detox, you made a friend. Jeon Jungkook was his name and you never thought someone like this could exist in the world. To say he is kind is an understatement. Jungkook’s affection went high and far, regardless of how close you were to him. Overall, he was a guy who everyone adored. Sometimes his friends would get annoyed at how close he can get with a stranger. Barely knowing someone and giving them a shoulder to cry on instantly. In your life, you had bullies and abusers mostly. Kindness from humans was slightly strange to you. The only kindness you ever felt purely was those from beloved pets. Being a big animal lover, their comfort and playfulness made you lit up; especially when it came to dogs. The memory of your first and last one always replaying in your mind. She was there for you since you were eleven years old and now you were twenty-seven, losing her at the age of twenty-five. Somehow when you looked at Jungkook, he reminded you of a cute puppy. It made you actually chuckle. You wondered if maybe your guardian angel sent Jeon Jungkook your way, to show you that there are good people in the world still.

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Days before; how you and Jungkook met.

You were out running around for errands; the usual grocery shopping and paying bills. Just these tasks were enough to make you lose your energy of course. Being ill and doing what most people called ‘simple tasks,’ wasn’t so simple for you and others alike. Once you had finished paying the bills and buying the groceries, you walked out of the store feeling somewhat weak. As you were taking a long walk in the parking lot with your cart full of bags, the beaming sunlight did not help that weak and tired feeling.

“Why did I have to park so far…” Mumbling at yourself since you chose to park quite the distance due to the recent minor attacks on your car. You felt paranoid parking close as you would always find new scratches on it.

You were half way there until you managed to trip, which embarrassed you but the tired feeling came over making you sigh out and not care if anyone saw anymore. You knew they would ignore you.

However, you would be proven wrong as you noticed the sun wasn’t shining it’s beam directly on you anymore while you were still on the ground. Luckily the cart had not drifted away much and stayed in place since you didn’t shove it. You looked up, taking your eyes off the ground and were met with a man. A devastatingly, beautiful and handsome one at that. Nerves in your stomach formed a bit.

“Are you okay?!” He asked with a worried look as he knelt down to examine you.

Feeling your cheeks grow pink since you weren’t used to this kind of attention, especially not from a handsome guy. He looked to be around your age, maybe slightly older? Though looks could be decieving since you looked younger than your age. At least that’s what others have told you. The words wouldn’t come out of your mouth however only worrying him more.

He brought the back of his hand gently to your forehead, making you freeze. “Woah! You feel really hot!”

You mentally cursed yourself. ‘Damn it. Of course, one of my fevers had to happen now.’  

Since the guy was so close and you still hadn’t uttered a word out loud, you took a look into his eyes and suddenly he ripped his hand off you. ‘Is he… flustered?’ You thought this because he suddenly looked very shy himself. It was cute.

“I’m sorry, I must have scared you...” He said, with a voice sounding so sweet. You could listen to it for hours.

“No, sorry. I’m just… out of it...” You finally spoke, making him pause for a moment. A look you couldn’t figure out was on his face as he heard you speak. He then nodded, “should I take you to a nearby immediate care?”

A man you didn’t even know was offering to take you to doctors and it all felt like a strange dream as you couldn’t believe what was happening. Nobody was this kind to you before. Suddenly a car blared it’s horns loudly and didn’t look like it was going to stop. Which is typically the type of stuff you expect in life.

“Oh shit!” The handsome man had cursed, pushing your cart further to the side and grabbing a firm but yet somehow soft hold of your wrist to pull you up. You were extremely light so he was able to do it with ease but also he was completely ripped. This man definitely works out so you were sure he could lift anyone up. You ended up with your head buried into his chest, ‘he smells really nice.’ His hand was still around your wrist. The car speeding past you both.

“What the hell is their problem?!” The man lightly yelled towards the speeding car, obviously appalled by it.

Touch-starved probably described you well as you felt like burning even more from just having your face in his chest. Fevers and charmingly sweet guys were a deadly combo. He was tall and you were a pretty short person. You fit well with him physically somehow, like a puzzle piece that was meant to be there. It felt totally snug and comforting. You quickly pulled away, stopping any more thoughts from surfacing. Your heart was already speeding up and you thought it had to be from never being close with someone like this, ever. There was no way you were actually feeling something for a stranger but was that really the truth? Time would tell.

Your eyes connected as he looked down at you when you pulled apart from him, his wrist leaving your hand. Deep down inside of you, you wish you didn’t just pull away so quickly.

His cheeks were starting to tint pink along with his ears. In this quick moment, you inspected him; dark long ish hair that had a part which complimented his face so well. He had a lot of ear piercings which you admired and even wore a gorgeous bracelet. You noticed he had a lip ring as well which only made him hotter. He had beautiful light cherry colored lips & these wonderful doe-like eyes you could feel yourself get lost in. His skin was incredibly flawless on top of it. He dressed very elegantly almost as if he was a pirate king or something. He had black leather pants on with a white, slightly see-through top and with that you noticed that there seemed to be tattoos on his arm. His hand was visible to show that he had tattoos on there as well. This man had to be extremely popular. He was the actual definition of a ‘Greek God’ to you. Humans never made you feel safe before but him? He definitely gave you a safe feeling to add to the list of pros. Something about his aura felt comforting. He might have looked badass but that face screamed sweet.

“I’m sorry, I keep being touchy-” he started, getting back that flustered look. You wondered how on earth he could be shy in this moment.

You had a very small smile creep on your face, “stop please.” He blinked, mouth slightly open. You were an adult and illnesses or not, you brought that confidence out and got serious. Little ounce of courage mustered up.

“You don’t have to keep saying sorry.” You said as he paid attention to you. “You just pretty much saved my life from that car.”

“It was no problem, anyone would have done the same.” Bashfully, his words came out. He had both confidence and shyness. He showed an out-going side but also got shy, completely fascinating you.

“Not really,” your small smile started looking like a sad one and that made his heart hurt a bit. He continued staring at you as you continued, “people aren’t usually nice to me and not only that, you offered to take me to immediate care. Thank you, really. I appreciate it more than I let on.”

He smiled at you, not wanting to pry about why you said ‘not really.’ He knew you must have had stories to tell, painful ones. “Well a nice and pretty person like you shouldn’t be hurting on the ground, with a fever at that.” That confidence and even perhaps flirty-ness it seems came out of him. The nerves in your tummy reappearing now and your heart picking up it’s pace. “Seriously, are you okay?” He asked.

For some reason, those words started to make you tear up a bit. You’re not the type to show people your tears but hearing someone sound so sincere and asking you that just hit like a ton of bricks.

The guy noticed and panicked, “oh no!” He got closer to you and lightly grabbed your hands to hold, “I’m sorry! Did I say something stupid?”

‘Oh man, how can he be this charming… and the cliche is so real. This only happens in movies and books, doesn’t it?’

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That was only mere days ago and from that moment, he stayed with you. Doing his best to help you in what ever way he could and you found yourself spilling your whole life story to him. You never do this with people but somewhere in your gut, you just knew you could trust him. The words fell out of your mouth so easily that you even got mad at yourself for how open you became with him. He went above and beyond to show that you could trust him, just within these few days.Usually that’s extremely foolish but it felt like you two always knew each other. What you didn’t know at first was how much his heart ached hearing about your life, the abuse and now the suffering of illnesses. He didn’t want to show you his worry but he was so worried. Every night so far, he’d come home and tell his friends about you since he lived with them. He would pray that you wouldn’t get cancer ever and that with each doctor visit, something good would finally come out rather than bad news. Through his own body, he had no idea how terrible you could feel as he was healthy and so fit but he mentally felt parts of your pain.

It sounded beyond impossible and weird that two strangers could just become best friends basically in a matter of a few hours. It happened though, as bizarre as it might be. You learned his name, Jeon Jungkook. He was a little bit younger than you which shocked you due to him looking so manly and strong, but he was four years younger; being twenty-three. Jungkook was definitely playful and a bit teasing; he did it whenever he wanted to cheer you up but he also knew when to be serious. He knew when to pull back and listen to you carefully. When you had medical flare ups; although you would try to hide it from him, not wanting to bother him; he’d just insist on you letting him know. Showering you in affection and comfort was just what Jungkook did. That came in hugs and even cute pecks from his soft, plump lips on your forehead, hands, etc. You learned a lot about how he is and how kind he is to anyone. He would willingly lend a hand to anyone in need. So not only did he look amazing, his personality was one of a kind.

It did secretly make you a little bit jealous though you weren’t sure why. Jungkook is just as affectionate as a loyal puppy that won’t leave your side. His devotion was astounding. So friendly to everybody but a small pang of something not so great would wash over you. You felt stupid feeling at this slight jealousy because you knew the world needed more people like him.

What you also didn’t know was that Jungkook was extra sweet to you and only you, he just did a good job of hiding it. Sure, he could give his friends hugs, light pecks when they cry and even comfort a stranger with a small hug or hand holding but with you? He did it much more. Never having met his friends yet though, as you haven’t known each other long; so you didn’t know that little piece of information. He just knew he had an even more overwhelming urge to comfort you of all people. It wasn’t pity either.

One night you would play gently with your urn necklace, holding it tightly and thanked her. ‘I think, my little angel… that you brought us together. I think you guided him to me. He’s the best friend I never thought I could find, after you of course.’

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Present Day

Today was the day you found out more health news and shattered, closing yourself off. Locked up in your bedroom, crying your heart out. The good news is, if this doctor is correct, it should start putting you on the path of recovering. If she is wrong, it’ll hurt you more and you don’t think you could handle another blow. You thought you should be happy although a brutal and strict plan had to be followed but instead, you felt sadness that you had to go and develop another illness plus extra problems. It was exhausting.

Your phone was pinging madly and you knew, only one person could be spamming you right now. You knew Jungkook was waiting at home to hear back from you.

You stopped your crying to go grab your phone but a coughing fit had started. The coughing fits come and go, either from the nodule in your throat sometimes hurting or from the horrid acid reflux you got often; which started damaging your vocal chords just a bit. Your coughing fits could last anywhere between five minutes to forty minutes. Seemed like many minutes would be the one today. You groaned in between a cough.

Several minutes had passed and that’s when your phone started ringing. Obviously Jungkook now was worrying and trying to get a hold of you since you didn’t reply to his texts yet. You tried your best to stifle some coughs and answer the phone.

“H-hello,” you answered with a scratchy throat. A small cough escaping from your mouth. Jungkook on the other end, already frowning at the sound.

“(y/n), is it a coughing fit?” He asked, already knowing you so well within a few weeks and learning your uncontrollable habits.

“Yes…” you barely let out and kept trying to hold it in.

A sigh escaped Jungkook’s lips. His tone was gentle “don’t worry (y/n), don’t hold them in. Let them out. I’ll stay on the line and wait so you’re not alone.”

Your heart melted a bit at that but you still covered the phone as best as you physically could as you let out coughs. Jungkook hated hearing you suffer. He wouldn’t admit it but he was a sensitive person. He heard it muffled through the phone. He hated feeling like there was nothing he could do himself. If he had cures, the universe knows he would do anything to cure you himself. Even if he only knew you for a few weeks. Time meant nothing to him when he felt a connection to you from the moment he saw you. What that connection meant, he did not know although he was slightly sure but didn’t want to admit it. All he knew was that he had to befriend you somehow and be here for you afterwards. Of course, he also had to help you that day you met since he saw you collapse in a parking lot. No normal person can ignore that. Sincerely, he did want to befriend you. Not just because you were ill and needed someone, he really thought you were a special person in general especially when you first looked into his eyes and when you first spoke.

When the coughing fit was fully over, you were able to speak with him though your voice sounding raspy now because it always did after a fit. It would return to normal after an hour or so.

“Hey Jungkookie,” you said making him chuckle at bit.

“You okay, dear?” he was pacing around his bedroom as he spoke to you. His friends walking past his room to check in on him since he told them you would get medical news today. His friends knew he was scared of what that news would be. While you on the other end had to stop yourself from melting slightly when you heard the word ‘dear.’ It just sounded so nice coming from him.

“Why do you make me feel like the younger friend sometimes?” you replied, going to lay with your back on the bed. It was true. Jungkook had quite the mature aura during times like these.

“You’re mature and pretty wise but sometimes I just wanna be here for you. It’s okay to have moments of feeling younger. I’m here for you in the moments you feel weak, ok?” He read you well because that is exactly how you felt, weak and he knew you hated it but always assured you that it was okay. “I know I can be immature and perhaps a prankster even but…” he paused for a moment and you continued hanging onto his every word, “I am a man… I can be a strong one and you can lean on me when you need to…”

Both hearts skipped a beat at that. Jungkook started thinking if those were the right words and through the phone you could feel that shyness of his about to consume him so you spoke up quickly, “thank you… you’re the best.”

He was happy to hear that but still, the heat creeping up on his skin didn’t stop the blush from spreading across his face.

“About today Jungkook-” You started as you wanted to tell him what the news was.

“Wait!” He half yelled and you paused. “Can we meet up please? I wanna hear in person.” It felt like the right thing to him and although you didn’t want him knowing you were crying, you couldn’t say no to him at all.

“S-sure…” you stuttered while smacking your forehead with your free hand for stuttering.

“Great! Where do you wanna meet?” He had stopped pacing around his room, feeling grateful you two would meet up now. The happiness in his voice showing. You actually didn’t live far from one another, only fifteen minutes away.

“How about the park nearby? It usually doesn’t have many people around.” You said.

“Sounds good dear, I will see you there soon!” He replied and you said your ‘see ya soon hun’ and hung up.

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Jungkook was already a few minutes early to the park; he picked an open spot so you could easily find him as you walked through the gates. This park was different from others, in that it was very quiet with few people around. Those few people coming here to mostly meditate since there were many beautiful ponds and gardens around.

You strolled in spotting Jungkook sitting on a bench in the middle. He was already facing you so once he saw you, he started running towards you. You did your best to dry your face before arriving but your eyes were red. You hoped he wouldn’t notice it, hiding behind your glasses somehow.

You couldn’t help but smile when you saw him rush towards you. Something finally cheering you up today. You started walking towards him since running was a bit difficult for you to do right now but he caught up to you quickly so you didn’t even have to walk much.

Instantly, he wrapped his arms around you for a tight but comforting hug. You should have expected it but still weren’t fully able to get used to it. You’re just pretty shocked at how adorable he is despite always seeing him be this way. Receiving affection from Jungkook was common but hard to wrap your head around after being a loner for so long. You would freeze up at first but slowly give in to that comforting and safe-like feeling, lightly hugging him back. When you started doing that (because the first few times you would just stand there), Jungkook always ended up getting that shy feeling. He loved when you would hug him back and show you’re comfortable with him. He would always joke and tell you, ‘oh c’mon, you can give me a stronger hug than that!’ or ‘afraid you’re gonna break me?’ Which flustered you but made you giggle.

Today he didn’t do that; you two just stayed hugging for a bit. Both secretly enjoying it without letting it on. When you both finally broke apart, he took a look at your face and frowned. You knew that he realized you were crying but you knew he also wouldn’t bring it up when you gave him a look that read, ‘don’t wanna talk about it yet…’ Since he would still have to mention it at some point because he wanted you to always know that he was here for you.

He took the cue and grabbed your hand, holding it while guiding you to an empty spot in the park; away from the people meditating. A more secluded area where trees could hide you both a bit. His hand was so warm while yours was so cold.

“Jungkook, don’t let my cold hands ruin your warmth.” You’d try to pull away but he wouldn’t let you. Not looking back at you as you walked a step behind him. He still led you before you reached the exact spot.

“Nonsense, I wanna warm you up. I got enough warmth for the both of us.” He would casually reply and this made your heart beat faster. You only hummed in reply.

It was safe to assume, you probably liked your new best friend a tiny bit more than you thought you should have. You were willing to keep that buried inside you though, hoping this feeling would go away in the future when time starts to pass. It wouldn’t surprise you if he had many people having some kind of a crush towards him. He just makes it way too easy to like him. You had no confidence of him ever having a crush on you back because you knew he was just a natural sweetheart. Plus you thought he was way out of your league.

You made it to the spot and he still didn’t let go of your hand. You both sat down under a pretty and small myrtle tree, blooming pink flowers. His face got serious as he looked at you, still holding your hand. You knew he wanted to know the news now. You took a deep breath, making sure tears won’t start sliding out.

“It’s not good,” you bluntly said and he started frowning a bit but waiting for you to go on. You reminded him a little bit of one of his friends, called Min Yoongi. His friend was blunt so he was okay with you not sugar-coating words. “She found another…” you felt a bit shaky but held strong and his grip on your hand tightened. “I have two autoimmune diseases now and this one harms the gut. But we all know most health comes from your gut and all my stomach issues make sense now.”

He was disappointed and it showed on his face, “why…” he stopped looking directly at your eyes and more towards the ground.

You didn’t know what he meant when he said ‘why.’ “Um-” you started but he cut you off.

“Why is this happening to you? Two autoimmune diseases…?” His voice sounded slightly irritated which you never heard that tone before. “I didn’t even know someone could have more than one… I… what the hell.” Jungkook wasn’t sure what to think anymore at all. All he wanted was for you to finally be happy and he knew, being healthy was your only wish in life. His hand never left yours.

“I hate seeing you suffer and struggle.” Continuing because now you were too shocked to stop his rant. “And I can’t do anything about it which pisses me off honestly,” he didn’t hold back being blunt either and his voice almost cracked.

You decided to step in, “Jungkookie… there is some good news too. I’ll get to it.” It was true because your doctor gave you an extremely difficult set of tasks to focus on but if she was on the right path, it could help you and possibly finally put you in recovery. Nothing good comes easy after all. Trust issues arose in you but you decided to fight that for the sake of cheering up Jungkook.

His eyes looked so sad but he stopped to take a look at your eyes and listen clearly. Hope building up a little bit in him now. “Yeah?”

You nodded, “I’ve been sort of poisoning my body it seems.” At this, his eyebrows furrowed and he started getting a worried look so you quickly went on.

“I’m allergic to a huge list of things… that I didn’t know and kept on eating for god knows how long now. They are healthy foods since I already had a slight strict diet but all contain something I am allergic to. So it’s harming me especially because she said I had something called leaky gut.” You explained and he had no words. He just nodded as a cue for you to continue because you realized he probably doesn’t know what leaky gut is and you don’t really understand much of it either but a small gist.

“So leaky gut… basically we have this wall like a brick wall at our gut. Blocking anything from entering your b-bloodstrea…” you felt shaky and Jungkook took notice. You mentally hated yourself so much from constantly being scared of this stuff. He brought the back of your hand to his mouth and placed a gentle kiss on it. You felt butterflies but thanks to this, tears didn’t spill out of you. Instead you got slightly embarrassed. Jungkook wasn’t sure of how else to comfort you so this came naturally to him.

“You don’t have to go on if you can’t, (y/n).” His words were soft and you felt his breath against your hand that he still held close to his lips. You squeezed his hand in response, “n-no, I can finish. Thank you…” you mumbled and his heart fluttered at seeing you blush a bit.

“Okay (y/n), I’m here. Say whatever you can, don’t force it out if it gets too hard.” He shyly said and you gave him a smile. He felt his cheeks get warm so he cleared his throat and looked away for a moment, making you confused.

“Jung-” You started but he replied, “I’m good. Go on.” He put your hand down his to lap again as you sat closely and across each other. Still not letting it go. His eyes met yours again with confidence now.

“Okay…” you mentally toughened up to get back to your explanation, “so this wall protects stuff from entering your bloodstream and for me, my wall is broken. So foods or medications, anything I intake is entering my bloodstream. I also have a huge line of inflammation happening which is causing issues.” Jungkook now understood what was happening since he learned about your first autoimmune disease, he knew there was a similarity.

He spoke, “so things that shouldn’t go into your bloodstream have gone there which triggers your body’s defence.” You nodded and he continued, “To defend your body, it’s gonna go haywire attacking what’s ‘foreign’ which is the foods and stuff. It wants to protect you but it goes overboard and attacks you as well. Just like the autoimmune disease in your throat…” he felt sad now.

“Yes, you got it. She also explained it that way.” You said, “a virus attacked my throat gland and my body attacked the virus but also got confused and started attacking itself. Now my gut, is doing that. She believes another autoimmune disease is present since that’s what they do.”

He let out a sigh, “I am so sorry, (y/n).” You blinked in confusion.

“Why Jungkookie? It’s not your fault.” You took your hand out of his hold and patted his hair gently, “it’s okay.”

“How is it okay? The worst part that I realize now, unlike regular food… you’re putting ones you’re allergic to, into your body… that’s why you’ve been sick a lot and stuck in bathrooms. I get it now, the ‘poisoning’ you’re doing without you even knowing so it’s not your fault. None of this is ever your fault, it’s not the fault of the person who becomes ill. That sounds… scary though.” His emotions were starting to creep out, “and not any other single doctor tried to do something as simple as a food allergy test? How can they be this disappointing and stupid?!” He was a bit angry for sure and the fingers you used to run through his hair, took a hold at the back to bring his head into your chest. Your free one arm, holding the back of his shoulder as best as you can. Even if you tried holding tightly, your grips were always soft. He stopped feeling angry as he heard your heart beat. You never did a bold move yourself. He was shocked for a second but slowly leaned into you. You prayed your heart rate wouldn’t start increasing. His hands wrapped around your waist. “I’m sorry, you are feeling way worse than me… I’ll calm down.” You chuckled, “you are unbelievable Jeon Jungkook,” Jungkook got worried hearing that from but you went on, “it’s okay. If it were you in my shoes, I’d feel helpless too. I understand it.”

He sighed in relief, “but still (y/n), I can’t imagine how your body feels…”

“It’s hard but thank you for being here and doing your best to understand it all. You are so kind. It does cheer me up Jungkook, I’m sorry I don’t show it often.” You admitted and his hold on you got slightly stronger. You decided to rest your chin on top of his head, thankful he couldn’t see your face right now as you were a blushing mess.

“(y/n), I know we barely know each other but it feels like you’ve been my…” he stopped himself before confessing a secret he held in, “…best friend for years. I have my best friends but you too now. I’m gonna get you to meet them, I promise you’ll love them. You’re part of my life now and you’re staying, got it?”

A small tear rolled down your cheek as you felt pure joy from his kind words, “thank you. I’m staying, don’t worry. You’re my…” you also almost let a secret out, “best friend too.”

A comfortable silence came around you two as you both just held each other and listened to the sounds of nature. There were sounds of a pond flowing nearby and sweet little birds chirping. The winds would blow ever so slightly, making pink flowers dance around you and Jungkook a few times. Both of you, nevertheless, with racing hearts and blushing cheeks, small smiles painted on your faces. Both of you feeling a bit sad internally for saying the words ‘best friend’ but thinking it’s right. Two oblivious idiots not wanting to ruin a new friendship, especially at a time like this. You felt ashamed of being ill sometimes; honestly you felt gross and wondered how Jungkook wouldn’t be grossed out at you. That always confused you because Jungkook complimented you even on your worst days. Due to your feelings of it, you never once wanted to think of the word, ‘romance.’

While Jungkook was worried that it’d be weird and didn’t want to scare you off, plus the time felt wrong because you were suffering; he thought you really just wanted a best friend only so he hoped his feelings could go away soon.

For him, it was probably love on the day he met you. The day he helped you. He knew because… as cheesy and stupid as it may sound, he heard bells & whistles. You had a fever but did your best and just the way you spoke and tried to carry yourself after the car thing happened, captured his heart on the spot. He knew you didn’t think you were beautiful and he thought how blind you were. When he first heard your voice, he thought you sounded like an angel. The way you treated him once he did take you to immediate care that day, he’d never forget. While on the outside you might appear cold or distant, he knew you were filled with kindness and innocence even. Never once did he believe those people who fell in love at first sight but now? Feeling so foolish for letting it basically happen to him.

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After the comfortable silence, you continued your story of the doctor’s visit. With Jungkook paying lots of attention and trying to understand. He knew a difficult journey was about to begin for you. The detox process, even said by the doctor, would be extremely hard. You had only a very limited option of foods to eat which wouldn’t help you keep a steady weight. You had to tamper off a medication so that could cause anxiety and panic attacks to burst out again. Starting multiple supplements such as iron which you were scared of. You knew iron would be heavy on your stomach and you hated that feeling, it scared you beyond to feel more ill. You definitely had a horrid phobia of being ill. What person wouldn’t though? When you were younger, you never pictured getting real illnesses. Even then, you had that phobia but your phobia came to life. You couldn’t imagine the people that had it worse and were even more ill. They were beyond strong to you. Any person who was suffering, whether small or big, you considered strong no matter what.

You had to be extremely careful and the doctor gave you only a month or two. Blood-tests would get repeated to see if this process is working. Jungkook knew this was a gamble because if the doctor is wrong, you would feel more ill but he did his best to shower you with positive words and actions. He knew what was going to come this month; your moods would go up and down, your panic attacks could restart from withdrawal, it’s gonna be a major adjustment eating only a few foods and ones you weren’t very fond of. He personally felt that this doctor was rushing too much onto you. He felt this should take a longer time and that you should get more time. He knew nothing would be your fault and that you’re gonna try your best thanks to his encouragement. He knows sometimes you wanna give up although you try to hide. If that happens, he will rush to pull you up.

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As three weeks passed and the detox process almost a month in, you instantly felt the hit of it on day two. You felt extremely light now-a-days, wondering if you only weighed 1 pound because that’s how it truly felt. It was still taking time to get used to the foods and these foods such as soup for lunch now and some oatmeal for breakfast, weren’t giving you the energy you needed like the foods you were allergic to gave. You will admit though, stomach problems were decreasing which was a positive.

The lowering dose of the pill brought back anxiety attacks indeed. You weren’t sure if this would last but crying spells were becoming common. Some days, there was just nothing to cry about yet you cried out of nowhere. You also weren’t sure if this came from you being afraid of losing the pill because that was possible. The human brain is a powerful tool that can trick you sadly.

During these three weeks, Jungkook did not leave you alone unless on some days you truly couldn’t get out of bed at all. You had gone on a small break from work so luckily you had money saved for this.

You lived with your family who weren’t caring or understanding of this. Although you were a young adult, you couldn’t live alone thanks to your conditions but your family neglected you unless you fainted. Then they would help for a moment but nothing else. Jungkook saw this, being at your home a few times and decided to take matters into his own hands. He convinced his friends to let you move in with them. Granted you were to live with seven men including Jungkook but his friends were good people. He knew they would never do anything to you and knew they would be of help. Plus you needed this and they lived in a big house with a guest room perfect for you.

The doctor warned you, this isn’t a journey you should go through alone nor on your own at all. She even told you to be around caring people.

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An overwhelming amount of guilt was consuming you though. When Jungkook brought two of his friends Kim Namjoon and Kim Seokjin to help you move out of your house and into theirs, you started a small argument with him. You were beyond shocked that he would offer his home to you and even came with two of his friends against your wishes not to. He told his friends to go grab your things because they were strong while he took you aside to speak with you. He saw you were emotional and didn’t let his friends greet you yet.

“What are you doing!?” You yelled in a raspy voice and the yell wasn’t even very strong as you truly were depleted of power.

He held your shoulders down as you saw his friends moving some of your things out of the house and into a moving truck. Jungkook gave them the layout of your house so they could know how to navigate.

“(y/n), you have to get out of that house. It’s not going to help you at all. You’re feeling very ill and uncomfortable from the detox which is normal but you cannot stay here anymore with these people.” He said firmly and calmly, still holding your shoulders and you looked at him, all red in the face and teary. He knew this was your family but man, did they frustrate him to no ends.

“Why ar…” you choked up when more tears spilled. Jungkook just hugged you. “W-wh” hic, “why…”

“Shhh, it’s okay.” He said.

Your hands were at the front of his chest and you grabbed a fistful of his shirt, your crying slowing down a lot, “Jungkook, you’re gonna ruin your life for mine you idiot.”

He separated you from him so he could look at you, with confusion written all over his face. Your hands letting go of his shirt. “What on earth are you talking about?” He asked with a frown.

You didn’t take your eyes off of his, calming down the crying and just letting tears silently roll all over your face. “You deserve to be out having fun. You’re younger than me and yet you’re here always caring for me.” Jungkook stopped frowning and felt touched as you went on. “I don’t want you to sacrifice anything for me!”

“(y/n), are you-” He said but you stopped him.

“Please stop this Jungkook!” You were slightly angry, “stop doing so much for me!” you half shouted, feeling a bit dizzy. He didn’t speak yet as he knew, more words would pour of you.

“Y-you’re being… so stupid Jungkook! You barely know me!” These words had hurt him now and the look of hurt flashed on his face, making you feel worse. Your heart was pounding in your chest hard.

“Do you really care about time that much…? Does that really matter, how long I’ve known you?” He asked, looking away from you. You bit your lip.

“No… but-” You mumbled.

“But what (y/n),” his eyes focused on you again but you were silent. “Maybe I am just stupid in your eyes…”

A small gasp came out of you as you saw him smile so sadly, “no! That’s not what I think!” You definitely didn’t know how you were standing now as it felt like the world shook from beneath you.

“Then why am I being stupid?” He asked, “do you secretly hate… that I do this?” he looked down at his feet, biting his lip.

“I…” you started but felt sick and then your world turned black. You had fainted and Jungkook caught you in his arms. His friends came over. He didn’t think you would faint now but he should have realized with how frail you looked. Mentally slapping himself for it.

“Are they gonna be okay?” Namjoon asked with a concern look at you. None of his friends actually met you yet but Jungkook told them a lot so they felt like they sort of knew you already.

“They faint a lot sadly, but they will be okay. We have to get them home, ice packs help them a lot.” Jungkook said as he carried you and started walking towards the truck, “are you guys done?” He asked Namjoon and saw Jin coming.

“Yeah, we got it all now.” Namjoon replied, following him. While Jin caught up, putting the last item in the truck. He saw Jungkook gently placing the soon-to-be new house member in the front passenger seat of the car.

“Is this a good idea?” Jin asked out allowed and Jungkook looked at him, “yes. They can’t stay here.”

Namjoon chimed in, “Yeah man… you heard the stories… they need our help.”

“But they didn’t seem too happy…” Jin admitted and Jungkook sighed, “trust me. We’ll talk it out. They’re not well but I trust they will understand and accept the help.” He took a look at you, softly petting your hair. “They’re stubborn and going through a lot but this is the right thing to do.”

Namjoon replied to that, “it’s true. The family didn’t even bother to care about what we were doing… it’s sad actually. Never knew people could be so ignorant… and to their own family.” Jin nodded to that and got into the truck to start driving away from the scene with Jungkook and Namjoon sitting in the back seats since luckily the truck had them.

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You woke up in a room that was unknown to you and felt your eyes blinking into focus. The window showed it was night time but a lamp was lit up in your room. The whole house was quiet. You felt a bit chilly as you realized an ice pack was under your neck as you were laying and a cool washcloth was on your forehead. You slowly got up to sit up straight, putting the ice pack and washcloth aside. You jolted when you looked down and saw Jungkook sitting on the floor, holding your one hand and his head buried into the sheets of the bed, sleeping. You realized this was probably his home that he shared with his friends. You noticed all your stuff was unpacked and everything was set up. You saw a clock on the wall that read 2:00am.

Taking another look at Jungkook, you sighed and lightly moved your hand out of his which ended up waking him.

“(y/n)…?” he asked in a sleepy-like voice, not being loud.

“Yeah, I’m awake…” you whispered, “please go sleep now. I’m feeling better.” More guilt is what you had felt at all this; him and his friends probably setting up your room and him staying here until he passed out. You felt so bad.

Jungkook took a look at your face while you weren’t looking. He was fully waking up and sighed, knowing something was bothering you.

“I know…” he started and you looked at him, “you probably don’t like this, I assume. I promise you, my friends will be nice to you. They know you are dealing with being sick. We like to joke around a lot but we will take it easy. I know you won’t be used to having seven guys around you at first but they’re really like family. They are good guys.”

The frown on your face growing as you felt super grateful but still the guilt was what was eating you alive right now. As if your anxiety picked up on it, you felt a spell of crying coming. You hated being so ‘difficult,’ you thought. Slowly, tears were pouring out. Jungkook had you move slightly as he came to sit on your bed and be closer to you.

“Please (y/n), tell me what else I can do?” Jungkook pleaded as he started wiping the tears off your face.

“Oh Jungkook, y-you…” hic, “are doing so m-much for me” hic, “already.” You blurted out.

A light bulb went off in his head at your sentence, “(y/n)… do you by any chance… feel guilty?” You nodded and cried. He pulled you into a hug.

“No, no shhh” he said so soothingly, “please don’t cry. There is nothing for you to feel guilty about at all.” He tried his best at soothing you down and vanishing your anxiety that came. You realized how much you depended on him. He was the same as your guardian angel. She was the only one who could calm you down and now Jungkook, had that same ability. His protective but affectionately warm embrace, the way he was wiping your tears off before. No other human being gave that secure feeling but you didn’t want to depend on it because it felt wrong to do so. You wanted to be stronger. You didn’t want Jungkook to miss out on life by helping you always.

When the crying stopped and you got a bit tired, he put a space between you two. The hug ending since it lasted for a few minutes but he was still close to you. His hands now on your shoulders.

“Do you feel guilty, (y/n)?” He sincerely asked, still keeping his voice down as his friends were sound asleep in other rooms and you followed in keeping a low volume.

You couldn’t look at his eyes, hesitating but the words came out, “…I do.”

“(y/n), look at me please…” He asked and you did as told, eyes red and puffy from tears. “You have nothing to feel guilty for. You did nothing wrong. My friends and I want to help you, it is no burden at all. They can adjust to things easily plus your battle won’t be forever. (y/n), you will get better. Okay?” His words were too kind for your own good.

“I just don’t want you missing out on having a normal life. You or your friends that I don’t even know yet. It’s gonna be annoying… I’ll have medical flare ups and the adjusting is so slow… I don’t think this will only take two months. That’s too fast,” the guilty words poured out as your eyes looked away again. “I’m the older one yet I’m like a baby basically right now… you’re always spending so much time with me… how can I not feel bad? You’re too nice!” The truth finally and fully came out.

Jungkook cupped your cheeks with his hands and made you look into his eyes, you blushed at the contact.

“You think I would do this for anyone?” He asked you and you had an instant answer, “of course… you always wanna help someone. But I’m just such a difficult case… this is serious and deep-”

“No (y/n),” he stopped you. “it’s true. I wanna help people sometimes especially when it comes to comforting them even if it’s just a little bit of affection to cheer them up. But I wouldn’t go all out like this for just anybody except my best friends of course.”

Confusion was all you felt because you truly believed Jungkook would be extremely devoted to anyone, even if they weren’t friends. Jungkook constantly reminded you of that loyal puppy that you could get mad at but he would still love you with so much stupid love that he’d never leave. Since you weren’t speaking he decided to speak again.

“(y/n), when you said earlier… that I barely know you… does it bother you?” He was slightly worried now at your silence. “Please, tell me what you’re thinking. Don’t be afraid.”

You inhaled a sharp breath slowly letting it out after a few seconds, “no… it doesn’t actually bother me… I’m sorry, I was being pissy earlier but I just think… you’re still too kind for your own good. I don’t want it getting you into trouble or annoying situations. You’re nice to everyone… it can backfire.”

“(y/n), I told you. I would not go this far for just anybody. So get that worry out of your head that you are bothering me. I have time that I spend with my friends and go out a little, we aren’t glued to the hip even if I spend a lot of days with you.”

‘But-” you started and he put a finger on your lips to stop you. His finger on your lips felt so warm.

“No buts. If I have to keep reassuring you because of the anxiety then I will, every single day. It does not bother me at all, my friends will not get bothered either. They understand hardships better than others.” He took his finger off your lips, letting the hand of it gently fall on your shoulder. “I know you’re extremely polite to people you don’t know well and you are very strong in front of others. You do your best to hide your pain from the public. I know that just me and your family members have seen your worst moments but unlike them, it won’t bug me. Yeah, I might get worried sometimes if I don’t catch onto things super quickly but in the end, I will realize.” It truly amazed you how sincere and mature he can get. Despite having a very silly side where he can even bully his friends a bit, not in a mean way but just to tease them; he knew when someone needed him and did his absolute best. It only made your feelings for him grow stronger and frighten you deep down.

“What about your friends… and-” Again, he didn’t want the worries to start up so he had to break your sentence.

“If those sides slowly come out to my friends, they will be understanding. I promise you. My friends have struggled with anxiety before.” You nodded and a took a leap of trust. “And no, I am not sacrificing my ‘fun’ or whatever you think.”

He took a pause, a hand still cupping your cheek because he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold in his feelings anymore. He just hoped it wouldn’t turn everything to shit.

“I want to do this, for you (y/n). Do you understand?” he felt a bit shy, “I’m not doing it cause I feel the need to help you or pity you, I just simply want… to do everything I can for you. Only you… not everybody in the world. Be it hard stuff or easy stuff, sad or happy. I… just want… to be with you. Do you get it now…?”

Oblivious was too weak of a word to describe you, your awareness level was so bad but his words got your heart jumping, more than ever. You didn’t know why but the way he cupped your cheek, stared at you with this charming eyes and the words he spilled; it just made your heart wanna explode.

“You really…” you started and you could see him suddenly hold in a breath, “love helping others don’t you?”

At that, he let out a shaky breath and laughed. He actually let out a quick laugh and shook his head.

“You’re really… way too cute and innocent.” He said after his laugh. Suddenly he got serious and leaned in to press a kiss on your forehead. A long kiss at that which made you secretly swoon a bit.

“J-Jungkook?” You asked and he pulled his lips away from your forehead. Instead he leaned his forehead onto yours now, with his eyes closed. You were certain your whole face was red now.

“You’re gonna make me say it, won’t you dummy?” You felt his warm breath slightly touch your face.

“I… say what?” You were so curious now and wondered if he could hear how rapidly your heart was going.

He opened his eyes in that moment, “(y/n), this timing is beyond wrong and I hope this doesn’t ruin our friendship. I hate that I can’t keep it to myself anymore. I don’t expect anything back so please don’t freak out when I confess this…”

Suddenly his words weighed in heavy on you, like a train coming to an abrupt halt on the tracks. You had no confidence but you couldn’t help but think, ‘confess…? does he… oh my god… he can’t,’ your mind still going but Jungkook stopped it.

Still staring into your eyes and his heart now rapidly picking up the pace too, “I’m in love with you, (y/n).” You let out quite the large gasp and his confession didn’t stop. “I know that sounds so weird and god, this is by far the worst timing in the history of timings but I felt something since day one. I could not stay away from you even if I wanted to… I know it hasn’t been long at all but I feel… so many feelings for you, it’s starting to drive me nuts. It’s like I’ve known you my whole life.” His eyes closed now and you felt he was getting a bit shaky, definitely from nerves and possible guilt. Your heart soared however and you had to let him know what you’ve been hiding.

“Jungkookie, open your eyes please.” You whispered and he let one eye open.

“I’m sorry for this (y/n),” he started pulling his head away from yours as both eyes were now open, expecting rejection but bracing himself for it. He did not want to burden you at your weakest moment. You grabbed his head though, cupping his cheeks now. His eyes widened.

“You idiot…” you uttered and when he went to say, “wha-” you had kissed him completely making his brain fry for a moment until he closed his eyes slowly and kissed you back. It was a soft and sweet gentle kiss but you felt him smiling against your lips which made you smile back. When he pulled away from the kiss first, his face slightly red; you spoke.

“I’m in love with you too…” you admitted and the happiness he felt couldn’t be explained. He pulled you into his usual hug and started planting kisses on the top of your head.

“I can’t believe it…” he barely whispered but you caught it. Somehow the kiss and confession managed to pull you out of any anxiety you felt today. It was strange and new but a good feeling. A surprise you never expected to happen; maybe the universe wanted to hand you something special. You were already thankful for Jungkook coming into your life, so grateful that you wanted to repay him after you got better, if the treatments worked. Now you realized how much you were not a burden to him at all, letting the guilt that was eating you, wash away like it never existed. You definitely understood it now. You understood that you were different, that Jungkook considered you his special someone. It was beyond cliche and never did you think a ‘love at first sight’ type of story was gonna happen to you. Some people argue that time matters but sometimes, you can meet someone and just instantly connect with them. More than people you know for years even; it is real and it can happen. Just like it did for you and him. You thought of your gold urn necklace you wore and smiled, ‘thank you for sending him to me. I know you did.’ You didn’t see it but your urn necklace started glowing ever so lightly, almost as if your guardian angel was trying to say, ‘I only guided his path slightly towards yours. It was meant to be but you’re welcome. Please keep that happiness, for me.’

He stopped planting kisses on the top of your head and rested his chin on it now, slowly rubbing your back in small circles with one hand. “I don’t want to rush you into anything at all. We are going to focus on you getting better first. Everything else, will slowly come later okay?”

You told him, “that is completely okay with me and Jungkookie, thank you so much.”

“For what?” He asked as you two were still in an embrace, bodies relaxing.

“For helping me and for loving me. You are sweetly devoted to me, my dear and I am truly so lucky. Thank you for wanting to wait first as well.” Your words were sincere and he truly felt them, letting out a content sigh.

“Thank you also, (y/n)… for allowing me to be in your life and for loving me back. I promise, it will be worth it.” Jungkook said and with that, you both had gotten sleepy and comfortably fell asleep together. Him holding you as you both slept peacefully and soundly.

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© renewoos

This story was inspired by real events I went through. I’ve been sick for 7 years? Gone through 25 doctors. This story is old though! The first disease I was typing about was thyroid & mine switched from hyper to hypo due to it being viral, they concluded. My diagnosis has changed a lot as the doctors were confused always. It’s been hell. My doctor here was wrong about my stomach illness. It’s something else. I had tumors now unfortunately. But I am more accurately diagnosed now & going through a brutal treatment. I got the comment, “this is so inaccurate.” You have no right commenting this & I’ll just block you. You don’t get to invalidate my personal experiences that I shared to create this. Everyone has a different body & goes through illnesses differently. It’s true, my doctors were partly stupid and got half of it wrong but this is still a FANFIC. I just wanted to write a comfort fic for anyone dealing with illness. Something nice. I used real events (from a few yrs ago) as that helps me for writing. The love story is the major fictional part, obviously lol.

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darknets | 03 yandere!jungkook au

pairing: yandere!jungkook x reader (f)

genre: yandere

warnings: 18+, obsessive & unhealthy behavior, spying, non-consensual videotaping, tormenting, graphic violence,( TW; human trafficking, heavy themes, non-con touching/groping, mentions of physical abuse )

word count: 14.5k

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A/N; i just want to make it clear, im no expert in criminology so forgive me if there’s inaccuracies, I tried to do my best with research but it’s purely fiction!

summary: You should’ve known better than to chat with strangers online…

Parts: 01 / 02 / 03

The paper cup was held tightly in his hand. He had dropped a tea bag inside , Chamomile. It usually helped with nerves. He watched the girl through the glass, she didn’t look particularly nervous but she did look distraught. The dark eye bags gave away the limited sleep she must have endured, her oversized hoodie making her look smaller than she really was. The added bad posture wasn’t helping either. Her shoulders were slumped, her arms resting on the table in front of her as she stared down at her hands.

Detective Namjoon sighed, opening the door which immediately caused her to turn her head over to him. He gave her a reassuring smile, passing her the cup as he seated himself across from her. His long limbs sat a bit awkwardly on the small chair but he squared his shoulders nonetheless.

“I understand you said she had been acting a little strange for the past few days.” He stated, maintaining a steady gaze on the girl.

“Did she have any mental health issues that you know of? Was she struggling with depression, anxiety or anything of the sort?”

Mina swallowed, bringing her eyebrows together in feigned concernment.

“No, not that I know of.” She explained, letting out another shaky breath. “ It’s just, she was acting really paranoid like, just off, you know?”

Namjoon listened, nodding slowly as another question sat on his tongue.

“Was she scared of someone perhaps? An ex-boyfriend, someone she was romantically involved with?”

“No, I mean the last boyfriend she had was over a year ago and he transferred to another college months ago.” Mina shook her head, then hesitated a bit. “But-“

The detective raised an eyebrow in question, eyes darting around her face as he silently urged her to continue.

“But..?” He added quietly, the girl seemed to be unsure of herself which wasn’t always a good sign. The behavior usually signaled she was holding back, knew a bit more than she was willing to confidently say or was afraid of saying it.

“She had a crush, a guy in our college.” She replied, frowning slightly. “ Jaehyun. I don’t why I brought it up, it’s just a stupid crush.”

Namjoon tilted his head, wondering if the girl really had just brought him up at the sudden topic of her friend’s romantic life or because she suspected him somehow.

It seemed to be an over-analysis on his part but he knew not much was out of the question when it came to missing person cases.

This could be nothing or it could be a lead.

“Did they ever hook up? Form a deeper relationship? Any red flags that you noticed?”

“I don’t think so.” Mina shrugged, looking conflicted as she seemed to try and recall the details. Her eyes were still bloodshot and dried tears stained her cheeks. It made for a pitiful scene, the scene of a girl who looked like she was imagining the worst case scenario regarding her missing best friend.

“I just want you to understand how important it is that you tell me everything.” Namjoon emphasized, leaning forward in the chair, causing it to squeak against the floor.

“You are the last person she contacted, I’m sure you know how pivotal that is.” He brought his hands together, tone light but persuasive. “ You are her closest friend, you may know things she may never have even told her parents.”

Mina bit her lip, her eyes becoming glossy again as tears threatened to spill. It was fortunate she was such an easy crier, her cousin had mentioned time and time again how much of a wonderful actress she was but she hated when Jungkook said that.

It made it seem like there was truly nothing beating inside her, like every action was calculated and void of any real emotion. But it wasn’t like that, she wasn’t like Junglook who never let emotions get in the way of the business. A part of her did ache for her friend, ached with guilt of what she had done to her. Ached even more for the uncertain future that faced her and what Jungkook planned on doing to her.

Her cousin was never the gentle or the understanding type. Jungkook had always been ill-tempered , even when they were children. She remembered how much he loved teasing her, borderline bullying her at times. A particular instance was when she was playing with her dolls, combing their hair and pampering them. Jungkook had come up beside her seemingly just being nosey until he had snatched up the dolls and ran outside with them. Mina remembered chasing him around the small rundown apartment building , yelling at him to give them back but he never did.

The next morning when she went outside, she had found them all tied up on a tree branch, their bodies hanging upside down without their heads.

When she had cried to Jungkook about it, he simply told her to get over it and that she should never get attached to useless things. He was cynical even at such a young age and she wondered if the incident had somehow been foreshadowing of what the future would hold for him. For both of them.

But then she also remembered how much Jungkook taught her how to defend herself, to stand up to anyone who would try to walk over her. He had always defended her, no matter how mean he was most of the time. She didn’t see him that often as kids, maybe if she had, he would have grown to be more sympathetic or not nearly as rough. But Jungkook was in and out of foster homes like she was, they unfortunately were always separated since they weren’t siblings , only cousins. It caused them to only be able to occasionally visit each other until their grandparents had finally taken full custody of them both when they entered high school.

She supposed this life was unavoidable considering their less than fortunate backgrounds, a life filled with deceit, dirty money and betrayal.

“I know,” Mina told the detective, letting the tears fall. “I promise I’ll tell you anything I can, just please find her.”

She sniffed, raising her head and winced instantly. The blow to her head you had inflicted on her when attempting to escape was brutal, she had bled a significant amount but the medical staff insisted she wouldn’t need stitches. The pain still weighed heavy on her head, she had taken aspirin twice already on the long drive back into town but it was as if she hadn’t taken any at all.

Her head was bound to feel awful for at least a couple more days.

She would admit she wasn’t the least bit surprised by the strength you had mustered up to throw her against that wall. She knew you always had a fight in you, you were not weak or easily afraid.

And that’s exactly why she feared for you in Jungkook’s hands.

“You okay?” Namjoon asked, observing her closely.

“Yeah,” Mina assured, adapting a higher pitch tone. “ My head is just killing me, I haven’t slept that good with everything…going on.”

“I understand.” He leaned back, nodding to himself as weighed over his options.

He didn’t want to break it to the girl at the moment but unfortunately, the case was having trouble being a top priority considering the missing person was of age. People tended to leave or travel somewhere without saying a word, that was just a fact. While he himself wasn’t convinced that was the case, as he found it rare for a young college girl to seemingly disappear with a fatally ill father and limited money in her bank account, he knew it could easily be looked over by his team.

They had tracked her card activity and it had not been used once which would usually incline she most likely was not on a simple trip or fleeing.

But it wasn’t enough to completely rule out the possibility , there were cases where people didn’t use their cards in fear of being tracked down by family members. However, her phone was also non-traceable which raised a bit more concern.

“You’ll find her right?” Mina pressed, a practiced and carefully constructed look of pure agony flashing through her features.

“You can’t let her become one of the many missing girls that never get found or worse, it’s always too late and they end up…” The girl’s voice wavered as she took a breath. “ dead.”

The detective looked away at the sight of her never ending tears, his face pinching in frustration.

“I promise I’ll try my best for that to not be the case.” A look of determination crossed his eyes, his tone stern. “ Why don’t you go get some rest? I’ll let you know if there’s any updates or if I need more information.”

Mina gave him a slow nod, shakily taking the cup from the table at last and bringing it to her chapped lips.

Namjoon lifted himself off the chair and made his way out the interrogation room. The door clicked shut behind him as he walked forward and stood in front of the glass, looking through the case file and the new notes he had gathered up.

“Anything?” His colleague asked him, the shorter and significantly grumpier detective came to stand next to him with a questioning glance. His black hair was brushed back, revealing his handsome pale face that held a somber expression.

“Not much Yoongi, the friend basically told me the same thing her parents did. The girl doesn’t suffer from any mental disorders, she had a pretty normal life, decent friends and no seeming reason to flee town.” Namjoon explained.

Yoongi nodded, taking a look through the glass and examining the girl.

“She did mention she was acting pretty off a few days before though, paranoid it seems.” Namjoon adds with a frown.

Yoongi’s gaze slowly leaves the girl to land back on his partner, he seems to process the information before he voices his thoughts.

“You mentioned her father is terminally ill and the family isn’t in the best financial situation, could she have possibly run off to find some money? Shady business?” The detective offered.

“Possibly but why wouldn’t she at least tell her friends? Unless she was doing something very illegal.” Namjoon thought it out, suddenly considering the idea more before another thought crossed his mind.

“There’s another thing, it’s probably nothing but the friend mentioned some crush, a guy named Jaehyun. She seemed a little weird about him.”

Yoongi’s eyebrows knitted together at the information and it was clear both detectives were thinking the same thing.

“A crush? Nothing more?”

“The friend denied it but she looked unsure of her answer, like she really didn’t know the full length of the relationship possibly.” Namjoon replied, eyes glued on the file in his hand.

Yoongi’s face didn’t give away much, it never really did. He had a perfected poker face and it was something that always slightly bothered the other detective for it was difficult to truly see what he was feeling or going through his head.

Suddenly, the file folder was ripped out of Namjoon's hands and he sent a glare to his colleague.

“You’re right, it could be nothing or it could be a college hook up gone terribly wrong.”

Namjoon never appreciated how drastically his partner jumped to conclusions, he supposed it was part of any detective's job to consider every possibility , no matter how unlikely it seemed but it seemed like the shorter detective always had an extreme way of working with cases with little evidence to go by.

“Looks like we need to have a talk with this Jaehyun guy.” Yoongi waved the folder in his hand before stalking away, leaving Namjoon completely flabbergasted.

As always.

—

Your skin felt sticky with sweat, you awoke with a loud gasp, inhaling the air sharply as your body sprung up. Expecting to feel the hard cushion beneath you and the familiar brick walls, you were alarmed when you realized there was no hard surface beneath you. You lay in a wide bed, soft with silk sheets and pillows that felt like mountains of clouds.

The room was large. Well, larger than the one you previously had been stuck in. Your eyes traveled to the vanity on the side, bright round bulbs lined up the mirror and all types of makeup, accessories and perfumes sat on it.

If you were being honest, part of you expected to not wake up at all, convinced that Jungkook had ultimately decided to bury a bullet inside your head after the events that took place.

It was all you had dreamed about.

The trigger going off, the image of Do-yeon’s figure just plopping onto the ground with a pool of blood to greet your knees. Whether her eyes would have fallen shut or chillingly remained opened with a soulless stare to swallow you up.

You couldn’t believe you had been willing to do that.

You couldn't believe you had almost done that if the gun had actually been loaded.

It didn’t let you rest. Do-yeon was alive, at least that’s what you thought. There was no reason for you to dwell on what could’ve been but you couldn’t help but feel like you deserved every bad thing happening to you for so willingly being ready to take someone’s life to save yourself.

“Bad dreams?” The voice was unexpected, it brought you out of your half conscious state immediately and you turned your neck to explore the layout of the room.

It was a loft-style bedroom, with a staircase to your right and at the bottom floor was evenly furnished, expensively furnished. It was wide and spacious, decorated with pretty ornaments and a neutral gray color scheme. Somehow, that made your stomach flip, such a seemingly normal room hidden within this type of foul environment was nauseating.

Your captor sat at the bottom on a sofa, legs spread out as he looked up at you.

It was then you also realized that your wrists weren’t being tugged, they didn’t burn or ache and your eyes slowly fell on them as you brought them up to your face.

You weren’t tied up.

“ Surprised?“ Jungkook spoke as he watched you with a lazy smirk.

“You shouldn’t be, ropes serve no purpose other than for punishment.” He added as he stood up with a sigh, sending you another more knowing look. “ Or maybe you like being tied up …in other ways.”

You eye him, ignoring his crude comment and frowning as you take in your surroundings one more time. That’s when it hit you to look down at yourself, your eyes slowly landing on your legs and noticing the ripped tights were no longer on your thighs.

Chin dipping, you let out a hiss at the sight of the new clothing on your body. Gray sweatpants with a matching tank top.

“You undressed me!?” You shout, feeling a shiver run through your body at the thought of him undressing you.

“Relax, I promise I didn’t peek.” His deep voice travels easily to you. You don’t miss the light and taunting tone he used. “Well, maybe a little.”

“You sick bastard, you touched-“

“I didn’t do anything but dress you, calm the hell down.” The sternness of his statement makes you shut your mouth, you nearly have to quite literally bite your tongue in order not to continue lashing out at him. Could you even trust what he told you? You supposed it didn’t even matter anymore, your body didn’t belong to you anymore in a place like this.

“Where am I?” You demand. “ Why am I here?”

“Did you forget already?“ He asks with fake amusement, walking near the staircase and leaning against it. “ You’re my new golden girl, princess.”

Your heart sank at his words, remembering what he had told you after you had pulled the trigger.

“And with that comes your new privileges, starting with your new room.” He looks around, and you notice a long slit on his pierced eyebrow, the dried blood clear.

But that’s only the less severe of his injuries, as your eyes study him more you notice more dried blood on the side of his neck. You squint, seeing an earring missing from his left ear, the cross earring you so very much hated. You couldn’t make out the wound in detail from where you sat but you still found yourself wincing at the sight of it .

That had to hurt, you thought to yourself.

“Don’t you like it?” He turns back to you, his upper lift lifting to reveal his upper teeth in a patronizing smile. “ I think it’s rather fitting for such a spoiled little princess .”

His last words came out in a sneer, a dark glare forming in his gaze that revealed the simmering anger that he had yet to cool down from. He was clearly still upset with your attempted escape, and that brought you a bit of joy, seeing him upset in any way was rewarding to you.

“Why are you doing this? After trying to escape, why give me this luxury?” You spit at him, it was as if the events that occurred the night before had never happened in the first place. No matter how much he threatened you, you wouldn’t become a puppet to him.

“And where is Do-yeon?” You add, your eyes lingering on the nasty cut on his eyebrow and on the reddish tint that covered his face. His hair was out of place too, messily swept to one side.

Jungkook licked his lips, tilting his head to the side.

“Don’t tell me you’re concerned for the girl you nearly blew the brains out of?” He taunted with a sinister tone, he sounded amused as if he truly found the situation entertaining.

“Don’t worry, princess. She’s none of your concern. In fact, I bet she would be very thankful for you right now.” He raised both his eyebrows with a practiced look of genuine concern that made his doe eyes seem boyish for a second.

“Because of you, I have no use for her anymore so I handed her off to my buddies.” He explained, voice lowering. “ They must be taking great care of her, they’ve always loved sharing my leftovers.”

Your mouth curls in disgust, your skin crawling at the thought of Do-yeon being stuck with more men like him and being made to do god knows what.

Then Mina’s words entered your mind.

“My cousin may be cruel but there’s others here much worse than him.”

“Although, they are into some rather odd stuff.” Jungkook continued with his torment. “And they hate disobedience, much like me.”

He took a step forward, slowly starting to climb the staircase.

“But unlike me,” He kept his dark eyes on you. “They aren’t as kind to the girls, not very big on the ‘no hitting women’ policy.”

When he made it to the top of the steps, he paused, eyes traveling to your worn out appearance and the way you stiffened immediately.

“And you are?” You threw back at him, finding it hard to believe he was excluded from the terrible acts they did to the girls here.

His eyes narrowed , taking heavy steps towards the bed.

“You tell me. If I was a worse man, you’d be in a body bag right now after that little stunt you pulled.” He bit out, keeping his intense gaze on you. “ Maybe I’d even ship the body bag back to your parents, right on their doorstep.”

The blood drained from your face, hating how much his words struck you. You immediately imagined your parent’s faces, their broken expressions upon seeing your corpse. Your little brother’s face.

“Or,” He thought for a moment, now looking down at your figure. “ You could be a good little broken doll, you know how many sick fucks would pay to see you just limp and unconscious while men did unspeakable things to you?”

You sucked in a breath, somehow despising that scenario even more.

Jungkook watched your reaction, an unreadable look on his face despite the clear sinister words he had uttered out his mouth.

“So yes, I do think I’m rather kind.” He finished, lips twitching when he noticed your frozen stance.

“Why me?” You blurt out and watch his expression change instantly, not seeming to expect the sudden question.

“Why choose me over Do-yeon? Over your golden girl? Huh?” It didn’t make any sense to you, why would he trade you, a complete stranger who he had just kidnapped over a girl who was seemingly his favorite for a while, someone so striking and willing to please him.

Why me? The nausea hadn’t gone away, it only got worse with how much the question ran through your head. You tried to figure out the reason for his sudden interest in you, did he simply take joy in terrorizing you?

Jungkook was silent for a long moment, you thought he wasn’t going to answer your question at all but then he placed his hands on the mattress, leaning forward as you sat there, refusing to back up despite the sheer terror that ran through you.

“I always like to break my new toys before handing them off to the others.” He told you. His face was so close that your noses nearly touched.

“Ruin them for others.” He lifted a piece of your hair, tugging it surprisingly hard that you nearly let out a yelp.

You glared at him.

“Make them remember how much they are going to miss me when I let them go,” He hissed. “How much they are going to beg to return to me even when they claimed to hate me so much.”

You were sure you’d rather put a bullet through your own head before ever begging him.

As if he could read your thoughts, he let go of your hair before gripping the side of your face, bringing you closer and you nearly fell right onto him with the sudden pull he gave you.

“We are going to have a fun time together, don’t you think?”

Before you could respond to him, his lips met yours in a harsh kiss. Your face scrunched up instantly and you attempted to pull away from it but Jungkook’s hands gripped the back of your neck, further pushing you onto his mouth . Half his body was on you as your hands attempted to pull his weight off, your hands throwing pathetic punches towards his shoulders.

When he finally let go, you gasped for air immediately but not before you went to lunge at him.

He caught your arms with ease, pushing you back against the mattress and away from him, dodging your attempts to hit him.

“If you can’t even handle a little kiss from me then I do worry how you are meant to manage.” He chuckled, taking long strides back towards the staircase and you practically sneered at him. You pushed hair out of your face, the force of his push had sent you completely flying face-down on the bed.

You wiped your swollen lips with the back of your hand, hating how much he thought he had a right to you.

“Fucking asshole.” You hiss, clenching your jaw as you see him already reach the bottom of the stairs and make his exit out the room.

Your glare is set on him as he opens the metal door, clearly locked with a passcode that you will never know the code of. He lifts his gaze up to you, meeting your eyes as an amused expression still sits on his face.

“Careful, I’m really starting to like that attitude.”

Your face instantly falls and his lips quirk up at the sight, sending you one last look before the sound of the door echoed shut throughout your cage.

—

The hot shower steamed up the glass on the sliding doors, the mist quickly filled the bathroom and suffocated it. Jungkook lifted his head up, letting the water run down his face as he ran a hand through his hair. He couldn’t stand the stench of iron on his shirt anymore, soaked with his Do-yeon’s blood from pathetic attempts that only sealed her fate further.

Not only that, his shirt had also been stained with the blood of his cousin from the hard hit to her head.

He felt for Mina, he really did but she was incredibly stupid for letting her guard down. If Jungkook had taught her anything, it was that you never turn your back on your enemy, that included the hostage. His cousin knew better, he knew Mina had been trained well enough so he knew that her moment of weakness was due to her close relationship with you.

He had to remind himself to make it clear to her that she couldn’t let that happen again.

He shut off the shower, sliding open the door and stepping out. Wrapping a towel around his waist loosely , he ran his palm across the mirror and took a look at his scratched up face. The cut on his eyebrow was still visible but less so now that the dried blood has washed off. Nonetheless, it looked like it would leave an ugly scar, a long open slit through the eyebrow was already forming.

Do-yeon had been a pain in the ass to get rid of, it’s as if the girl had already known the fate that awaited her with Jimin and Taehyung because she had resisted with every last bit of her strength.

She had twisted in his grip, flailing her arms around like a mad woman and begged him to not do it. In her frantic actions, she had gripped his hair and when he went to remove her hand, her perfectly manicured long nails had dragged along his face, nearly ripping his piercing out completely with the amount of desperation she had fought with. She didn’t stop there though. When he had pulled her off him, she lunged back into him with greater force, ripping the earring off his ear, causing blood to gush out immediately.

But alas, she couldn’t escape it. Jungkook had grown angrier by the minute and practically threw her out the luxurious room that was once her safe space and into the hands of the duo with the worst reputation in the building.

If Jungkook had even half the heart, he would have thought twice about sentencing her to such a cruel fate that would end in non-stop suffering. He knew of their ways, he had not been lying to you when he said that some men here didn’t have any morals left.

Why would they when they were already committing one of the most heinous of acts?

But Jungkook didn’t even have a quarter of a heart when it came to Do-yeon anymore. Whatever little sympathy or care he may have once for her had completely vanished the moment he saw her on that fence, ready to make a run for it. His rules were always simple, don’t bite the hands that feed you.

And he wasn’t the forgiving type.

However, something deeper brewed underneath him. The imagine of you was ingrained in his mind, it had been the moment he saw you though that webcam you had dumbly not covered. Your face was pretty, very pretty but it wasn’t anything out of this world and he knew that. With the type of business he was in, he had seen dozens and dozens of pretty faces over the years, some that could give models a run for their money.

But he thought you would make a good addition, you were cute and had a normal enough appearance. Some viewers liked the less luxurious look, some favored a more subtle appearance that didn’t stand out much for whatever reason. That had been his excuse, that you would be good business and a new fun thing to play with.

It wasn’t completely true though. Jungkook’s liking towards you was stubborn, more stubborn than the average want to just try out another new pretty face. He couldn’t understand what was so different about you because there wasn’t anything different about you.

Yet you had struck a nerve with him, the determination you had and how quickly you had moved into action. Most girls were too afraid to anger anyone here when they first came, too in shock to even react to the circumstances but your fear was no match for your anger. Even a moment ago, he could tell how scared you were but you were too prideful to show it, putting on a brave face in front of him as if he couldn’t see past it.

You reminded him of himself in a way.

Putting up a tough act and steel font to protect yourself.

Except his wasn’t an act or a font. He wanted to show you he could easily break down those steel walls of yours. You were no match for him.

So why did you make him so angry? You infuriated him. Ever since he found you, he couldn’t get you out of his head. Nothing seemed to distract him enough, he had a tendency to get obsessed with the chase, the stalking and tracking down of new girls for the business.

But once he caught them and brought them here, he never bothered much with them after that.

Not with you though.

His fascination should have been dying down by now but why did only seem to be growing? He didn’t like the feeling inside him. It was intoxicating, he felt so feverish when he had watched you sleep earlier.

When he was taking off your clothes earlier to change you, he hadn’t been lying to you when he said he hadn’t done anything else. He was tempted to, so tempted but his eyes took you in your face instead. The way small puffs of air left your plump lips. His attention was purely on the way your face scrunched up every so often, as if you were experiencing the worst nightmare. Which you were, he supposed. His fingers had trailed your collarbone, relishing in the softness of your skin. It had reminded him of when he had sneaked into your room all those weeks ago, how he’d taken pictures of your exposed neck. It was his favorite part of your body for some reason, perhaps he simply loved to imagine his fingers around your neck, tightening until you begged him to stop with choked breaths. Once he had finished dressing you, he had called for a medic to check on you just to be sure you didn’t have any further injuries and to confirm that your state of unconscious had only been because of how worn out you had been.

He didn’t like the discomfort and skittishness he felt seeing you so lifeless, it was the first time you had looked so at peace since you had got here . But somehow he preferred you with that fire and hatred in your eyes.

You weren’t supposed to still be inside his head.

You weren’t supposed to be making him feel this way.

He was supposed to shoot you the moment he saw you fall from that fence, getting ready to sprint. He should’ve shot you but he couldn’t bring himself to pull the trigger. This problem would have been easily solved if you were simply just another corpse to get rid of.

A loud knock on his door brought him back to reality, away from his haunting thoughts.

“Come in.” He replied loudly as he slipped out of the bathroom.

“Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.” The man announced as stepped inside and took a glance at the younger boy’s naked chest that was covered with ink on nearly every inch. Jin himself was dressed in his usual attire that nearly everyone there wore like a uniform. All black .

“Shut the hell up.” Jungkook grumbled walking past him to grab the clothes off the chair that sat at the corner.

“What’s up with your shit mood, thought you got that little new girl back. “ Jin shut the door with the heel of his boot, the sound echoing throughout the wide and long corridors on the other side.

“I did.” Jungkook clipped. “So I don’t want to hear shit from you about how I nearly risked the entire business for some random girl.”

Jin was quiet as he stood by the door. By the sound of his tone, he didn’t probe the younger boy any further. Jungkook would admit he was quite foul when he wasn’t in a good mood. Which was nearly always.

“I know what I’m doing, I always know what I’m doing.” Jungkook sent a harsh glare towards Jin, making it clear.

The older man sent him a hard look in return, not looking exactly convinced by the words or by his attitude.

“And what about your golden girl? I heard she made quite a scene as well.” Jin asked casually, amusement in his tone as he leaned against the wall behind him. Jungkook knew that Jin really couldn’t care less about Do-yeon but he was aware of how long Jungkook had kept her around and he wasn’t a fan of it at all. He remembered all the subtle and not so subtle warnings Jin had thrown at him, urging him to cut ties before things got ugly.

“Do-yeon’s not my problem anymore and much less my golden girl.” Jungkook scoffed, a humorless smile hinting at his lips as rage filled him.

“She could end up in a ditch after Jimin and Taehyung are done with her for all I care.”

Jin hummed in agreement, seemingly glad to hear the detachment in his voice. Jin had made it clear that he thought the girl would end up being trouble, she had gotten too comfortable over the years, sometimes acting like she was above some of the other guys in charge here. Jin thought it was dangerous, he was starting to think Jungkook had indeed formed an attachment to Do-yeon that was more than just physical.

It was stupid of him to think that, Jungkook thought.

He knew his limits and while Do-yeon was gorgeous, that was all she was to him. She had been good to him, really good for years but there was nothing to get attached to.

She was a girl like any other, nothing more and nothing less.

It was better to keep things distant, professional and strictly business when it came to the girls here. They couldn’t be given any glimmer of hope.

“So is the new girl your golden girl now?” Jin teased, crossing his arms as he watched Jungkook finish dressing. Jin never bothered much with favorites, he wanted to keep himself away from them as possible and whatever temptations he had were quickly shut down by his own logical mind. He never involved himself with the same girl twice, that’s just how he preferred it.

Jungkook was an interesting case, that’s what the others here told him. They said he had an air of almost loyalty to him. Jungkook nearly laughed in their faces when they mentioned that, it sounded ridiculous but he couldn’t deny that he had always picked favorites. From the very beginning he would focus on a particular girl and then drop her when he got sick or bored of her.

“For now.” Jungkook simply replied, buckling his belt.

“Doesn’t sound too promising, maybe you should hand her over to Hoseok.” Jin suggested.

That made Jungkook look up sharply, frowning instantly.

“What?”

“Yeah, he mentioned he found her really cute when he snatched her back up for you.” Jin let out a chuckle, obviously taking the piss out of the whole situation.

Jungkook didn’t find it funny though, his lips were set in a straight line as his jaw tensed.

“Tell Hoseok to keep his fucking dick in his pants, at least while he’s with my cousin.” Jungkook spit out, his already sour mood worsening with the very thought of not only that douchebag blatantly cheating on his cousin but him getting anywhere near you sent him over the edge.

He tried to keep the flame at bay but it only worsened the more he tried to suppress his unwelcoming emotions.

“Since when have you cared about monogamy that much? You had no problem sharing Do-yeon from time to time.”

That was different, Jungkook wanted to snap but the words were so foreign even to him.

The thought of any other men here even touching you sent a distasteful image to his head, maybe it was selfishness but Jungkook knew the moment you would act up with someone else here, they wouldn’t hesitate to hurt you. You were not theirs to touch and much less hurt, it enraged him to even think about it.

“Since now.” His words were final. “I don’t give a shit, I’m not sharing.”

Jin knew to back off when he said that, clearly realizing he hit a sensitive spot with both the new girl and Mina. He never knew Jungkook to be that territorial with the women in his life but he supposed he shouldn’t be that shocked, he always had a strong personality that didn’t allow him to take a lot of things lightly.

“Speaking of Mina, are you sure we can trust her not to crack with the authorities?” Jin swiftly changed the subject to more serious matters. He had been worried ever since Mina went back in town, knowing the police were likely questioning right now.

“Mina may be clumsy and an idiot half the time,”Jungkook reasoned with a heavy sigh. “ But she’s loyal, she would never betray me.”

Jin knew he was right, nobody would have allowed her into this business if they suspected she would rat them out at the first chance she got. She had always been on top of everything, despite her clear distaste for it.

Still, he knew how much detectives loved to play mind games in order to corner the suspects.

“How long do you think until she’s in the clear?”

“Couple weeks maybe,” Jungkook shrugged, seeming to calculate the exact time in his head. “She needs to stay in town for a while to not raise any suspicion. It won’t be that long before they consider it a cold case, Y/n is not a minor or a child so they won’t prioritize it as much.”

“Or even better, consider Jaehyun the number one suspect and murderer.” He added with a raised brow, proud smirk forming on his lips and Jin knitted his eyebrows as his gaze narrowed.

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

Jungkook had moved in front of his mirror, hissing as he further examined the wound on his ear.

“What a little bitch..” He mumbled as the memory of Do-yeon’s nails surfaced again.

“You better not have done some stupid shit, I’m serious.” Jin warned behind him, his tone lowering. Jungkook rolled his eyes.

“Relax, it’s just some fabricated messages. Light work for me.” He replied with a smirk, unable to hide the cynical pleasure he took in the situation.

Jin eyed him with clear uncertainty, his face hardening. If he knew anything about Jungkook, it was that he always took things too far. He knew the younger boy like the back of his hand, had an impulsive nature that didn’t blend well with his malicious tendencies.

“What will they find on that classmate’s computer?” Jin asked lowly.

Jungkook’s eyes met his through the mirror but he wasn’t the least bit put off by Jin’s intimidation. Nobody here frightened him.

“I’m just not a fan of history majors.” Jungkook told him instead with an innocent look that made his doe eyes gleam. That made Jin nearly let out a low chuckle of utter disbelief before he shook his head and opened the door, sending him one last warning look.

“Whatever, just make sure your cousin doesn’t fuck this up.”

—

“Excuse me.”

The muffled voice went unnoticed by you, along with the sound of a key card sliding.

You had been going insane stuck inside this room, the said ‘luxuries’ were no comfort at all. Sure, they may serve as a temporary relief from the awful ropes they had tied you with on your arrival here but it didn’t erase the reality. It was nothing but that, a distraction.

A gilded cage.

In a way, you had almost preferred that Jungkook had kept you in the old room, at least no memories that constantly shoved your utter betrayal in your face were in there. Even if there wasn’t anything particularly unique about the bedroom, nothing that indicated Do-yeon had lived here for years. You could just imagine her here, sitting where you now sat.

You had searched for any small thing that was hers, an accessory, a hairbrush, makeup even. But there was nothing. Everything looked brand new, untouched. All the makeup was unopened, the hair brushes had not one piece of hair on them and the accessories were all still packaged in small boxes.

You wondered if the smell of the sheets were the only thing left of her but even those smelled freshly washed with the strong scent of detergent coating them.

It disturbed you how easily he managed to get rid of her and not leave a single trace behind in what used to be her room. In a strange way, it almost made you feel like a home wrecker of some sort.

You couldn’t help but think that was bound to happen to you too.

When would Jungkook get rid of you and toss you out? When will he erase every trace of you in this room for the next girl who met the same path? Was it all just a vicious cycle? The thought made you fist up the comforter underneath you, unable to hold down the displeasure.

You needed to figure out where Do-yeon was now.

“Hello? I’m sorry to disturb you but they told me to come get you.” You finally glanced down to the bottom floor, your eyes landing on who the feminine voice belonged to.

A girl stood here, she didn’t look much younger than you but she definitely looked more meek. She was short, a look of pure uncertainty had taken over face as she peeked into the room.

“I-I’m meant to take you to the cafeteria for lunch.”

That made you reluctantly stand from the bed but you couldn’t help the confusion you felt with every one of her words. You eyed her with uneasiness as you slowly made your way down the steps.

“Who are you?” You ask and for the first time today, your mind wanders to Mina. Where was she? A dark thought passed through you, one that wondered if you had injured her severely to the point of head trauma.

Another even more sinister thought came flooding in after that, one that asked you why you would even care. Mina was the reason you were here, if anything , you wished she was dead. Death was little to pay for what she had done to you.

That cynical part of your mind concerned you, it was far too easy for you to access it and wish death upon those who wronged you but you couldn’t help it. You were always the type to hold grudges and this was one you would take to your grave.

“Uh…” The girl stalled as she seemed to debate answering the question. “ Jiyeon.”

As you neared the door, you took a better look at her scared figure. She wore simple clothes, similar to ones Jungkook had dressed you in. A gray tank top but she wore matching shorts instead of sweat pants.

“Did Jungkook send you?”

“No,” She replied, unable to keep your gaze. “Jin did.”

Who was Jin?

“Who’s that?”

“Um, he’s the person in charge of us.” She licks her lips. “Well, one of them.”

You raise an eyebrow, glancing ahead of her towards the empty corridors.

“Cafeteria? Is that where all the girls eat?” You ask shakily, your mind instantly going towards Do-yeon.

Was she there? If she was, you needed to talk to her.

Jiyeon simply nods, a look of impatience flashing her eyes.

“Okay, let’s go.” You nod and she hesitantly steps aside, no longer blocking the exit and you waste no time to get out of the room.

It quickly comes to your attention that you’re not sure how you are meant to navigate this factory, everything looks too similar. The long illuminated corridors resembled the exact ones Mina had taken you through but it couldn’t be the same one. At least, that’s what you thought.

You imagine it must’ve been on purpose or simply the way the factory was originally built. It didn’t provide any unique starting point or a way to memorize certain doors or hallways. It was intended to be confusing, it was meant to install doubt at every corner and leave you wondering what actually sat behind each door.

The girl walked in hurried yet unsteady steps. She kept glancing back at you every other second, afraid she’d somehow lose sight of you when it was merely impossible for you to go anywhere without her knowledge. You felt yourself quickly feeling sorry for the girl, she was just like you. One more captive.

You wondered if maybe you would look just as scared as her one day. That instead of building more resistance, you’d get every ounce of bravery sucked out of you and eventually cower completely and give up.

“How long have you been here for?” The question naturally flies out your mouth as you stare down at your socked feet padding against the floors.

The girl is quiet, looking over her shoulder at you then her eyes drift to the upper corners of the walls.

“I’m not sure,” She says, shrugging. “Months.”

She didn’t know?

Of course she didn’t, they probably didn’t keep them up to date on anything here. They were left completely in the dark about everything and they’d soon start to forget how many days or weeks had passed.

“How….how’d they find you?”

There was a long pause before she answered.

“I don’t know …I just came across a job offering online. It was for some private company.” Jiyeon slowed her steps a bit. “He was nice, really nice.”

You swallowed, feeling your stomach flip.

“Who was?”

“The guy.” Her voice wavered, a new emotion taking over. “ The one who stuck me inside a van as soon as our ‘interview’ was over .”

Your head felt tight with the twisted thoughts that swirled inside , each one so sinister and dreadful. You were in fact not special, your case couldn’t be unique. These girls had been preyed on by men just like Jungkook, maybe not exactly the same way but that’s what made it more alarming. They had different methods of catching the victims, some probably more subtle and discreet than others.

Before you could question her further, you both came down to what looked like a dead-end that reminded too much of the path you and Do-yeon had faced in your failed escape. However, Jiyeon stopped before you reached that dead-end and turned to a pair of large doors to your right, with surprising windows that let your peer inside.

Your eyes took in all the girls inside, most sitting on what looked to be cafeteria style tables and some walking around the wide space. The doors were pulled open by the girl in front of you and you hurried inside , your gaze determined to land on Do-yeon. The room had no windows as expected, no way of bystander even catching a glimpse of the hell inside here.

What first caught your attention was someone staring at you . You looked to the side, seeing a guy with a lean figure standing with his arms lazily crossed over his chest who had seemed to have been watching over the girls before he had taken interest in your arrival. His hair was a bleached blonde, falling gracefully along his face that was made up of both sharp and soft features.

His slit-eyed gaze in particular was a bit overwhelming but his overall expression was welcoming, kind even.

He sent a wide smile your way, eyes crinkling at the corners as he motioned for you to come over.

“That’s Jimin.” Jiyeon whispered to you before you both walked in sync towards him.

“This our new girl?” He asked, in a voice of silk. Jiyeon gave him a single curt nod, immediately stiffening.

“Yes, I was told to bring her to eat here.” She says as her eyes are glued to the floor and you raise an eyebrow in question.

She looked petrified.

The guy, Jimin, studied her for a moment. He didn’t look the least bit upset or angry which is why you were a little put off by how the girl looked like she was ready to vomit all over herself. Color drained from her face, coming and going as you saw the tips of her fingers twitch with nerves.

“Right,” Jimin says, eyes landing on you for a mere second and then he taps Jiyeon’s chin with two fingers. “Keycard, please?”

She quickly reaches behind her, pulling out the card from the waistband of her shorts and hands it over to him. He takes it swiftly, the card disappearing somewhere inside his back pocket before you could catch a good glimpse of it.

“Thank you,” He emphasizes with a brighter smile and you can’t deny he was handsome. You wonder if that’s also meant to mean something, were the men here specifically young and attractive to lure girls in? You didn’t doubt it one bit.

“What a doll, as always.” His tone is light and friendly as he points behind him. “Why don’t you go grab a bite? Before the food gets cold.”

Jiyeon didn’t linger for even a second, her legs worked faster than her brain because she was out of his sight before he had even finished his last sentence. He seemed to notice it too, his eyes trailing behind her and at the way she scurried off. He laughed under his breath, shaking his head slightly.

You instantly felt compelled to follow her so you quickly began making your way towards the direction she went but Jimin’s voice stopped you dead in your tracks.

“I didn’t say you could go.”

Halting, you turn to glance at him over your shoulder. His tone had been sharp but his expression held no sign of it.

He gave a grin instead.

“I’m just messing with you, relax.” He sounded so sickeningly sweet. “You new ones are always so jumpy.”

You eyed him with obvious suspicion, turning to look ahead of you at all the dozens of girls who sat on the worn out cafeteria tables. They all held similar expressions, some more unnerved than others and some even looking slightly bored. It was clear who were the ones that had been here a while, they looked defeated and lifeless. Your eyes caught sight of Jiyeon again, a tray of food in her hands as she cautiously walked to an open spot at a table. Her eyes alert and wide, like she was always expecting something to jump at her.

“She’s not new.” You pointed out.

You didn’t know if Jimin had heard you until he walked up beside you which made you almost flinch away. His eyes followed yours.

“She’s always been like that.” He told you in an informative tone. “You should’ve seen her when I was interviewing her. Shaking in her seat.”

You took in his words, remembering what Jiyeon had just told you. An interview.

This was the guy who took her.

“To be fair, she wouldn’t have gotten the job anyway. Even if it was real.” He teased as he leaned closer to you.

“It’s really a shame but the ones I choose aren’t the brightest.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, feeling a hot ball of anger in the pit of your stomach. His sweet tone didn’t match the words he’d say at all, it was infuriating to say the least.

“ I didn’t mean to upset you, I was just pointing out the obvious.” He leaned back, sighing. “If some of these girls were smarter they wouldn’t fall for such sketchy internet scams.”

“Is that what you tell yourself to not feel guilty for kidnapping innocent girls?”

You should have held your tongue, you had already been warned before by Mina and Jungkook. You knew better and your instincts told you to keep quiet but yet your mouth seemed to move on its own. To your surprise though, Jimin didn’t look angry or put off by what you said.

He sent you a tight-lipped smile.

“No,” He hums. “I never said I felt guilty.”

That made you fall silent, you couldn’t help but feel a little shocked at the way no emotion crossed his eyes. Just a vacant stare.

“Of course, why would I expect anything more from sick bastards like you.” You say.

His smile didn’t falter but his eyes squinted a bit as they roamed you.

“I can see you haven’t been properly trained yet.” You kept your hard stare on him. “ Funny, I’d imagined you’d be after what you pulled.”

Jimin’s hands moved behind his back, taking a step closer. The scent of rosewood hit your nostrils.

“I wonder if our Jungkook has gone soft?” He whispered.

Hardly, you thought to yourself. Jungkook was anything but soft, he was absolutely insane and cruel. Has this guy lost his mind? Was he simply joking with you? Or worse, was what Jungkook had told you in fact true?

You didn’t want to believe it. You didn’t want to think that Jungkook was your best option here because it couldn’t be true. Not after the way he treated you. Not after making you do that to Do-yeon and tossing her to the side like damaged goods.

“Jimin.” The call of his name made him slowly turn his head, his attention ripped away from you and towards another guy behind you both.

The man looked slightly older but his face was youthful, and of course, he was also stunning. It was starting to get insulting at this point. His dark hair was at a similar length as Jungkook’s but his features were vastly different. They were much more softer and subtle, a look of elegance almost. He was lean and tall, significantly taller than the guy in front of you right now.

He gave Jimin a warning look, tilting his head to motion him to follow him.

Jimin turned back to you, seeming to take you in again before another one of those chilling bright smiles returned to his face.

“It was nice meeting you, doll.” He said in a tone that dripped of false sincerity. “ I’m sure you’ll be much more pleasant next time I see you.”

You didn’t want to know what he meant by that but you felt the air return to you when he turned to leave at last, walking towards the other man waiting for him. They disappeared behind a corner, leading who knows where and you were left alone to contemplate your horrible nightmare yet again.

Something about that guy was so off. You almost laughed at your conclusion, there was something obviously off with every man here. They were human traffickers for god’s sake.

The quiet chattering that filled the room made you turn your attention back to what you came here to find. The girls seemed to actually be allowed to converse amongst themselves to your surprise. For some reason, you imagined that even that was also prohibited.

When you made your way towards the countless tables, some girls stared but most kept their head down or angled to whoever they were talking to. You should have made your way to get some food but despite your growling stomach, all you could focus on was finding the girl you had thrown under the bus in the worst possible way.

For a second, the thought of her not being here crosses your mind and that sets you into a quiet panic. If she wasn’t here that must have meant she was somewhere you couldn’t access her easily. This seemed like the only place you could get a solid chance of talking to her and finding out if she was okay. You didn’t know when else you’d be able to get a hold of her. Or if you ever would cross paths again knowing how Jungkook seemed beyond upset with you earlier for even mentioning her name.

“Sorry,” You mumble when you nearly bump into a random girl in your attempt to hurriedly push through the crowded area.

She didn’t acknowledge you as she went about her way. Your eyes non-intentionally followed her and your heart nearly stopped completely when you noticed her sit a comfortable distance away from a familiar face.

Do-yeon’s head hung low in a cowering position. Her dark hair covered most of her face except for the front view that you caught a clear glimpse of. Her arms rested on the table, a tray of food untouched in front of her. Her fists were clenched as she seemed to stare blankly downwards.

You wasted no time in rushing over to her and taking a seat s. right across from her. Thankfully nobody seemed to be within ear-shot. Not that it mattered, every girl here had likely been through worse already.

“Do-yeon.” You say in a gasped whisper.

She looks up with a flinch, her expression morphing into one of clear fear. You force yourself to hold in another gasp as you eye the purple bruise forming on the right side of her upper cheek. It has hues of green on the outer sides and it looked horribly swollen. It caused her eye to appear significantly heavy-lidded and droopy.

But other than that, her entire demeanor looked vastly different from what you had previously seen of her. It resembled the exact way she had appeared that moment Jungkook had caught both of you on the fence.

She looked utterly defeated.

“What happened to you? Who did that?”

Do-yeon seemed to take a second to process you were in front of her, her eyes scanned you as she knitted her eyebrows together.

“You’re not supposed to be here.” She whispered to you, taking a quick glance around. “Does Jungkook know you’re here?”

You felt a pinch of annoyance at her glossing over your question but you were also left confused.

“Isn’t this where all the girls eat?” You ask and let out a sigh. “Forget that, tell me what happened to you.”

She shook her head. “The golden girl doesn’t eat at the cafeteria, you’re not supposed to be here-“

“Do-yeon.” You snap at her. “ I don’t give a shit, what happened to you?”

A frown took over her lips as she swallowed. She blinked rapidly, evidently trying to withhold tears.

“What do you think?” She asked with a sneer that took you by surprise.

You felt your heartbeat pick up again, it no longer felt frozen in your chest but this time it felt like it was slowly shattering apart with every beat.

“He threw me to the side after taking him for granted.” A scoff left her lips as her eyes burned into yours. “No, throwing me to the side would have been a blessing.”

“He threw me to a pair of wolves that are worse than him.”

“They hit you.” You confirm as bile threatens to raise up your throat, staring at the bruise.

Some part of you hoped that Jungkook had been lying just to scare you, that it was a tactic he used on every girl here in order to get them to submit.

“They do worse than that.” Do-yeon states as her jaw tightens.

“I’m so sorry.” Your throat closes up as the guilt practically starts eating you alive. “This all my fault, I -I can try to convince Jungkook to take you back, I promise I’ll -“

“No.” She cuts you off a firm grip on your wrist.

“Jungkook isn���t going to take me back. He isn’t the forgiving type.” She tells with a definitive tone. “I knew that before I took the risk.”

The hope inside your chest deflates further as your mind scrambles to find any sort of solution.

“No, no there has to be something I can-“

“What fantasy are you still living in?” Do-yeon presses with an incredulous look taking over her broken eyes. “Do you not see where you’re at right now? Has it not hit you yet?”

You shut your mouth, lips set in a straight line as it takes everything in you not to reply back to her with a snide remark. It takes a moment for you to realize it, for the fire inside you to dim as you really take in what she’s saying.

She was right, you had not accepted it. You didn’t consider yourself one of these girls yet, you didn’t want to see yourself in them. Accepting this was a form of submission to you, a sign that you needed to adapt. That’s the last thing you wanted to do. For whatever reason, you refused to see yourself as one of them, you had deluded yourself into thinking that maybe it would be different for you and that it would be temporary.

That you still had a chance of making it out.

How stupid could you be? You were no different , the reality of it pierced through you in the most excruciating way. There is nothing that would make you lead a different path than any of the girls here.

“Do you know how rare it is for girls to escape these situations? Huh?” Her words plead to knock some sense into your stubborn head.

“Has anyone ever escaped here?” You throw back at her, your lips trembling.

Do-yeon gives you a long stare, and you swear you see a flash of pity in it.

“If they did, we never knew about it.” She replies. “They’d never let us know if they managed to make it out.”

So, she didn’t know for sure that nobody had escaped. You hated how that little pathetic knowledge made you glimmer with hope again.

It was so rare and it most likely was never going to be you who escaped.

“Your best chance is to stay on Jungkook’s good side. You need to stay with him as long as you can.” Do-yeon's grip tightened even more on your wrist, her nails digging into your skin.

“And what? Become his little pet until he realizes he’s bored-“

“Yes.” She says louder. “Jungkook must see something he likes in you if he was so willing to get rid of me without a second thought.”

“Use it to your advantage, make sure he never trades you for another and much less…pass you to the other men here.” She whispers the last part, sending you a distasteful look that served as enough warning to you.

“As much as I hate him, I’d give anything to go back to him right now.” You hate the crack in her voice when she says it.

“Why are you helping me when I’m the one who did this to you?” You ask, shaking your head as you try to get her to release her grip on you.

“Because I’m not a fucking bitch? You’re not the one who put me here, you’re just another victim like the rest of us.” Do-yeon looks as if she was ready to slap you and you don’t blame her, you’re beginning to get defensive because you don’t like what she’s implying.

Because what she’s implying is you needing to do exactly what Mina had told you from the start, to listen and accommodate.

“What about you!” You hiss at her, lowering your face to hers.

You pointed towards her face and saw her wince.

“What about me?” She takes another breath. “There’s nothing you can do about me, worry about yourself.”

No.

“I’ll worry about getting us the hell out of here.”

Do-yeon lips form a sad smile.

“You need to get real, at the end we are all going to look out for ourselves only.” She tells you as she finally lets go of your wrist. “I thought you’d know that very well already.”

You knew she was referring to what had happened the last time you were together. The very thing you had avoided bringing up and that was still killing you inside. How you didn’t hesitate to put that gun up her head in order to save yourself.

“I-I panicked.” You stammer, eyes widening. “I didn’t want to do that, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

“I’m not asking for an apology.” Do-yeon shook her head, eyes glossy. “ You did what anyone else would, you did what I couldn’t. That’s how you survive here.”

You bit your lip to prevent yourself from letting out a sob, your face twisting .

“I really hope your tough girl approach to everything isn’t an act.” She tells with a serious look taking over her pretty features.

“And if it is, you better not let Jungkook find out.”

This threw you off, if Do-yeon had been begging you to please Jungkook and stay on his good side, why wouldn’t she want your toughness to be an act? What did she mean by that? You thought for a second if she meant it in a deeper sense. That maybe she wasn’t referring to physical defiance against him but emotional defiance.

Perhaps what she meant was that you couldn’t let him break who you were and realize you were as easily disposable as she had been.

You felt horrible for even thinking that but was it not the truth? Do-yeon herself was implying that you couldn’t let what happened to her, happen to you.

“I will help you, I promise-“

You paused when your eyes landed on a familiar figure a few away. Your stomach dropped when you realized Jungkook was here, his back was facing you but you could easily identify him. The numerous tattoos on both his arms were recognizable anywhere and even more so with the sleeveless tank top he seemed to be wearing now. His head turned, his sharp side profile further confirming it was him.

He was talking to someone but you couldn’t quite make out who was in front of him. You avoided straightening your posture to try and look over the multiple heads that were in your way of getting a clear view in fear of catching his attention.

“Why bother making promises you can’t keep.” Do-yeon’s voice forced your attention back to her but your eyes kept nervously traveling back to his figure.

She seemed to notice your distracted gaze because she turned around to follow your eye-line.

“Shit,” She said below her breath. “You can’t let him see you with me.”

“What? Why?”

“Are you stupid? Jungkook is a paranoid bastard, he will assume you’re plotting something with me and you’re not exactly on his best side right now.” She tells you and turns to hide herself behind her hair again.

“Get away from here. It won’t end well for either of us if we’re seen together.”

You decide to take her advice due to the sheer panic in her voice and the fact that you truly didn’t know what Jungkook would do to her if he did see you both together. Pulling yourself away from the bench, you walk towards the further back of the room where more girls sat watching their lunch. You don’t exactly know what your plan is but you try to look as casual as possible as you follow a group of girls who seem to be going in the direction of the top shelves that hold some unappetizing food to them.

Trying your best to hide yourself behind them, you copied their actions and picked up a plastic tray from the stack of them in front of you. You reach over to grab a banana from the small pile of fruit and your first mistake is to take another sneaky glance towards Jungkook.

At first, he only seems to be scanning the area with a jaded look on his face but before you could avert your gaze away from him, his eyes trap you in place. He does double take and you flinch your head down quickly but you knew it was too late.

He saw you.

“Fuck,” You curse, trying to busy yourself piling on different foods on your tray as you hope and pray he simply thinks he saw wrong.

You don’t know why you’re so nervous, it wasn’t like you had walked here yourself but everything about him made you squirm. You weren’t sure how he’d react to anything or what little thing could set him off and take it out on you.

Sure enough, you soon felt a hand on your shoulder that practically hauled your entire body around.

“What the hell are you doing here?” You look up at him, his eyes narrowed down at you but you could tell there was confusion behind his question as well.

“A girl brought me here.” You say as you attempt to get out of his grip but he only responds by grabbing your arm instead, pulling you away from the cafeteria top shelf and leaving your tray abandoned.

“What girl?” He demands, his dark eyebrows pinching together and you notice he must've showered not long ago due to the damp hair and spotless skin. There was no dried blood in sight anymore, his neck was clean of it. The cross earring was indeed no longer on his ear, a small wound was in its place. You really hadn’t imagined the severity of his injuries, his earlobe remained awfully swollen.

“I don’t know.” You snap in a defensive tone as you tug against him.

“You don’t know?” Jungkook tilts his head, looking behind him at the countless girls who sat ahead. “Point to her then.”

You stare at him, that fire inside you returning .

“She said her name was Jiyeon.” You spit out.

He turns back to look at you, an unreadable expression taking over his face and then he sighs.

“Was that so hard, princess?” He leans forward, pinching your cheek like one would do to a child as a form of endearment.

You slap his hand away and scowl at him.

“Why can’t I be here? Isn’t it the cafeteria where every girl eats?”

“You’re not just any girl,” He simply states. “ Do I have to keep reminding you of your place?”

“Then why did they drag me here?”

“I have the same question.” A hard look takes over his eyes as he looks ahead, eyebrows still knitted together.

You soon realize his grip on your arm isn’t releasing and he only pulls you into his hard chest him as he begins to walk towards the same entrance doors you came through.

“My food.” You protest as you glance behind you.

He ignores you, positioning you right in front of him and sends you a glare that sends your legs moving as if they are under a spell. You were really getting sick of him manhandling you like you were made of rags instead of flesh and bone.

“I don’t get why you’re mad at me, I didn’t take myself here.”

“I didn’t say I was mad at you, princess.” He says and you can feel him playing with a piece of your hair as he walks too closely behind you.

“And I didn’t realize it bothered you if I was.”

“It doesn’t .” You bite out, feeling your cheeks heat up with anger and a hint of embarrassment.

He chuckles behind you and you feel his hot breath hit the back of your neck.

“ I still don’t get why I can’t just eat here.” You say as you glance back at him.

He eyes you, tilting his head as a smirk teases the corners of his mouth.

“Feeling lonely?” He mocks. “ I’m afraid I don’t like the idea of you making friends with the girls here. Call me dramatic but I don’t quite trust you enough yet.”

Yet.

You wanted to turn around and claw his eyes out so badly.

“So what? I’m going to be stuck in a damn room all day?”

You nearly bump into one of the girl’s walking past you and you feel Jungkook’s fingers tug the back of your shirt to stop the impact. He ‘tsks’ with disapproval of your clumsy nature.

“You mean like a hostage?” He tells with a flat tone and lets out a silent laugh when you whip your head back, sending him a murderous look.

You absolutely loathe him. Every bit of you was shaking with anger but you had to remember what Do-yeon had said to you.

“ You just got here and are already making so many complaints, you really are a princess aren’t you?”

Ignoring him, you pick up your pace and reach out to open the two wide doors but of course, they are sealed shut and no amount of force flings them open.

Every damn corner was a cage.

Jungkook slips in front of you with a knowing look, as if he found your attempt both amusing and plain stupid . He blocks your view as he punches in whatever code on the handle and you’re left to stare down at his leather boots.

The annoying beeps fill your ears as you lift up your head slightly to take one last look behind you towards where Do-yeon was seated. She wasn’t alone this time, the guy you had finished talking to just minutes ago was standing over her, a tight grip on her shoulder as he seemed to be whispering something down to her.

You frown as Jungkook drags you out the door and towards the blinding bright empty corridors again.

—

Once you’re back inside your personalized cell, you can’t help but feel shocked when you see the plate of hot food sitting on the coffee table in the middle of the room. It looks far more appealing than what you had seen back in the cafeteria and you almost feel bad for getting to enjoy another luxury that the rest of the girls who shared your fate didn’t.

But it wasn’t your fault, you had to keep telling yourself that.

With that, you practically run towards the couch and grab the plate of food, sitting it on your lap as you bring a spoonful of it towards your mouth.

“You surely don’t waste time.” Jungkook comments as the metal door shrieks shut behind him.

You want him to leave and let you suffer in your misery alone.

“I’m sure your little adventure in the woods left you weak and starved.��

You don’t look up as you chew the food, gripping the spoon tighter.

“Fuck off.”

He doesn’t respond right away but you hear his footsteps near the seat right across from you.

“Maybe I just won’t feed you tomorrow then.” He tells you with a sigh. “Or the next day after that.”

You swallow the food, hurriedly finishing up the rest on the plate before he has the dark thought of ripping it out your hands. You didn’t doubt for one second that he’d let you starve for the rest of the week for the little comment you made.

“Is that how you treat a golden girl?”

When you look towards him, rubbing a finger over his lips and you eye his bare arms on display. The designs of his tattoos stood out, some were colored while others were just black but they sat nicely on his muscles arms. It made you think about how his entire appearance seemed like a facade. Underneath his tough exterior filled with tattoos and piercings , it was just a young guy that didn’t look older than 25.

Was he really not as bad as the others or was he just convincing himself of that to make himself feel morally above them?

You remembered what Mina had said to you, how their life circumstances made them take such a horrid path but you didn’t feel any sympathy. You couldn’t feel a thing for them after what they had put you and dozens of other girls through.

“When she misbehaves, I’m not above much of anything.” He replies after some uncomfortable silence.

“Not even hitting?” You set the plate down on the table.

Jungkook’s eyes darken and you know you have said the wrong thing.

“I don’t hit women.” He makes it clear to you for the second time today through gritted teeth. “But there’s far worse things than physical pain so don’t get smart with me .”

His threat is loud and clear, jaw clenching as he raises an eyebrow in challenge and you sink back into the couch, not feeling like pissing him off even more than you already had.

“I need you ready in an hour, you have a cam show to perform.”

You feel like someone has punched you in the gut.

For whatever reason, your mind had completely forgotten the very reason you were here. You stiffened instantly as your familiar fight or flight instincts kicked in and flashbacks of that horrible sex room crossed your mind. The naked women, the masked men and the nauseating scenes made you recoil.

That was going to be you.

The first day had just been a trial, a glimpse of what was to come and what you had to ease yourself into. They were going to make you an official cam girl, you were meant to do god knows what for men in front of those cameras and the worst part was you didn’t even know how many there would be. You didn’t know how anything worked, what they would demand you to do and who you were going to have to pleasure.

“No,” You whisper, shaking your head from side to side.

“No, I can’t.” You tell Jungkook, your eyes widening in terror. “You can’t make me do that.”

He stared at you, eyes tracing over your face.

“But I can.” He states coldly. “What made you think you’re exempt from what every other girl here is brought to do?”

You grip the cushion beneath you as you feel your entire body start to shake.

“Please,” You swallow your pride and it kills you more than you’re willing to admit. “Don't do this, please.”

You needed to do better than that, you thought to yourself. You needed to survive here like Do-yeon had said.

Play into his game. Into his wants.

Lifting yourself off the sofa, you get to your knees and crawl over to where Jungkook sat. He looks mildly surprised by your action, his eyebrows lifting up as you grip the fabric of his jeans. You’re completely at his mercy as you continue to beg, your tears quickly stain his clothes as you lay your head on his lap.

“Please, please.” You plead him, clenching your teeth so hard that you’re surprised your jaw is still intact. “ I’ll behave , just don’t make me do that.”

“I won’t talk back I swear, I’ll be fucking mute if you want.” A sob leaves your lips, even in this state you can’t help the anger that managed to seep into your words. You’re so angry, so angry you didn’t get to escape.

If you hadn’t gotten in that damn van, you probably wouldn’t have had to ever see this psychopath again.

You feel his hand on your head, his fingers tangled through your hair and then you feel a sudden harsh yank. He forces your head up and you let out a whimper at the harshness of his grip, your skull stinging.

You meet his gaze through your blurry vision that is filled with tears.

“I can’t believe it,” His eyes are empty but his lips twitch into a smirk as he angles your head up higher.

“Even in this state, I can see how much you’re seething.” You let out a shaky breath at his words, he was reading right through you.

“It’s killing you to beg me isn’t it, princess?” He cooes at you as he further twists your hair.

You yelp again.

“Lucky for you, I’ve grown weak at the sight of you on your knees for me.”

You were tempted to spit at him.

He seems to read your thoughts because he gives you a wicked grin.

“Fine,” He drawls, “ I won’t make you perform for others.”

The pressure on your chest lifts slightly as you eagerly await his next words.

“Don’t look so overjoyed, everything comes with a cost here.” He’s quick to ruin your hopes. The pressure returns, crushing your chest completely.

“You won’t have to see that horrible room again but only if you perform for me only.” He says slowly, his eyes dancing around behind you. “Right in this room, you’ll get to be my own personal little doll for thousands of others online to see.”

“And I want you willing. So very willing to do everything they request us to do.”

“Request?” You gulp, feeling your knees wobble even while being planted onto the ground.

He nods. “Yes, our audience loves a good show and it’s our job to fulfill them.”

The grip you have on his jeans loosens, you lick your dry lips as his face comes closer, his hair tickling your cheek.

“Do we have a deal, my little princess?”

You remove your hands from him as your body is frozen in place. The pessimistic side of you is convinced that this is what he wanted all along. You can’t help but think he planned this, that he wanted you to be his own little pet and that he’d mask himself as some sort of hero for saving you from having to perform in front of countless other men and women in the most humiliating and degrading ways possible.

Little did he know that it wasn’t much less degrading to give yourself to him.

In fact, you didn’t know if it made a difference at all. What he implied sounded like he was letting you choose between two equally horrible situations, with one being marketed slightly better.

But then Do-yeon’s face enters your mind as a cruel reminder of how foolish you were being. The bruise lifting off her skin was a clear sign of what probably awaited you if landed in worse hands than Jungkook.

“Yes.” You mumble, the word is robotic and it doesn’t even sound like it left your mouth.

You wished it didn’t.

The painful hold on your hair loosened and he finally let go, coming to wipe away the tears on your cheeks with his thumb. You could feel the cold metal of his rings against your skin.

“Good girl.”

—-

The autumn leaves bustled against the tree branches, the gloomy weather certainly set the scene for the tragic events that had occurred. The campus wasn’t large by any means but it surely did seem like it due to it being the only university located in this small town. It wasn’t hard to imagine any young girl getting kidnapped here, especially when the sun went down. The woods that surrounded the building would always raise concerns for locals, it was an easy place to hide a body but Yoongi concluded it may also serve as a distraction.

Of course that was the place authorities had searched first but it was hard to send a search party throughout the entire wooded area. It would take them a while, even with the rescue dogs.

If they there was even anything to come across.

The detective couldn’t shake the feeling that the girl wasn’t buried underneath those grounds. However, there was a lake nearby too so perhaps she was simply underwater instead.

He hated the way his profession had desensitized him completely. Casually wondering about the different ways a girl was likely already dismembered while putting up a hopeful face with her parents never sat right with him. His colleague had parted ways to collect some of the girl’s belongings that could hold some information , her laptop and a poorly working electronic watch apparently.

Her parents had insisted they looked through anything to find something even when he had mentioned there would unlikely be any traces on those.

Yoongi pulled himself off the tree bark he had been standing against when he saw the face he was looking for, he had already spoken to the administration office about the case so he’d only hope not to scare off the boy. The face in the picture that was paper clipped on the files looked identical to the one about to walk right past him.

“Jaehyun?” He spoke as the boy with a heavy looking backup neared him.

The boy immediately took off his earphones and sent him a confused look. He slowed his steps when Yoongi pulled out his badge, swiftly bringing it up in front of him.

“Detective Min Yoongi,” He introduced himself with a weak smile. “ I was just wondering if I could ask you some questions regarding one of your classmates, Y/n.”

Jaehyun’s mouth formed an ‘o’ shape as he slowly nodded.

“Oh shit, yeah I heard about her going missing.” He replied as they both walked off to the side, letting other groups of students continue to walk past them.

“Do you know anything about what happened?” The boy asked with hesitation. “ I mean, I don’t know if you’re allowed to say anything. Sorry.”

News traveled fast in a small town so it was no surprise he had already found out. Yoongi assumed most of her classmates were already gossiping about what could’ve occurred and raising their concerns on social media.

“Well actually, I wanted to know if you had seen her before she disappeared. Maybe anything regarding her behavior here at school, anything that may have raised concern?” The detective explained casually, he knew he couldn’t pressure the boy to say anything. He wasn’t a suspect and he only hoped he could get a little ounce of information that could lead to something.

Regardless if he personally suspected him or not, he couldn’t show it.

Jaehyun scratched the back of his head, frowning slightly.

“Honestly no, I wasn’t that close to her. I just used to see her at parties and in class.” He replies with a shrug. “ I never noticed anything weird but then again I probably wasn’t paying much attention.”

There was an undeniable trace of guilt in his tone. The boy appeared to be sincere and while Yoongi had been around long enough to know he should doubt every display of emotion, no matter how genuine it seemed, he couldn’t help but believe him in that moment.

“You guys never had an intimate relationship?” Yoongi asked, partly expecting the boy to shut him down completely since he wasn’t exactly required to answer such a personal question. Especially with no lawyer present. It was a risky shot.

Jaehyun looked slightly taken aback, raising his eyebrows as an awkward laugh left him.

“I mean, no.” He explained, shaking his head. “ She was cute and all but we never hooked up.”

“Right.” Yoongi nodded, seemingly accepting his answer.

It was the answer he was expecting after all. The friend Mina had stated she hadn’t been aware of any intimate relationship. Just a crush. The detective couldn’t help but feel a little defeated with another possibility being so quickly shut down.

“Uh, well thank you for your time.” He said with a sigh, his eyes drifting ahead. “Do you happen to know anyone else she was particularly close with?”

Jaehyun bit his lip, deep in thought.

“I mainly saw her around with Mina.”

The detective looked back at him, his stare blank despite the the thoughts burning inside his head.

“Oh! I would also see her hang out with this other girl sometimes.” He blurted, knitting his eyebrows. “ But I honestly don’t remember her name, she also attends school here though.”

The boy gave a sheepish smile and Yoongi waved him off.

“It’s fine, I can figure it out. Is it okay if I give you my card? Just in case you remember anything that might help us?”

“Sure thing,” Jaehyun nods as the detective hands him over the card.

The boy glanced down at it before giving one last apologetic look and turning to leave . “ I’ll contact you if anything comes up.”

Yoongi watches the boy walk away, his figure slowly disappearing into the distance and he’s soon left alone to dwell on his million theories again. His fingers go to take out a cigarette from his back pocket as he makes his way through the campus grounds and towards the parking lot. His phone vibrates just as he’s in the middle of lightning his cigarette and he hastily shoves the lighter away.

Namjoon’s name flashes on his screen and he presses it against his ear as he takes a blow.

“Hey, listen the classmate didn’t tell me much that will help us but-“

“We need to bring Jeong Jaehyun in for questioning and we need a search warrant for him ASAP .” His partner’s voice rang through his ear.

Yoongi froze, the smoke leaving his full lips.

“What?” He turns, looking behind him towards the direction the boy had left in.

“That classmate the friend mentioned , I found some messages on the girl’s laptop that say they planned to meet up the day she went missing. The times add up too .” Namjoon speaks with urgency, clear shuffling in the background and the sound of a car engine soon blared through.

Yoongi ends the call abruptly, swinging open his car door and all he could think about as he drove out the campus driveway was how his intuition never did seem to fail him.

The boy had just blatantly lied to his face.

“Shit.”

—

[yakuly]

Amortentia | J.JK²

Jeon Jungkook grifinório! x leitora sonserina.

Palavras: 1.767

Sinopse: Em teoria, um grifinório e uma sonserina não poderiam acontecer, mas desde o primeiro dia em que chegaram no castelo, Jean não tira seus olhos de uma sonserina. Mas o moreno logo descobrirá que cobras são mestres em se esgueirar para longe dos holofotes.

Avisos: Nenhum, acredito eu.

J.JK¹ | J.JK² | J.JK³

🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮

     "Senhorita S/s, como minha melhor aluna, quero que seja tutora desse... rapaz."

    A voz de Snape ecoou em sua cabeça, como se tivesse em um túnel do terror. Boquiaberta, literalmente, o olhar da garota vagava da figura obscura a sua frente, para o moreno ainda sentado. Jeon da um sorrisinho de criança, erguendo as sobrancelhas e ainda teve a audácia de a dar um tchauzinho. Tudo bem, isso vai ser difícil de ignorar.

  "Professor, o senhor acha que o rapaz em questão, precisa de aulas a mais?" Ela ousa perguntar, tentando se livrar da nova posição, claramente desconfortável. Snape rola os olhos, claramente querendo se livrar do grifinório, a levando a acreditar que Jungkook provavelmente estava ali a um tempo considerável.

    "O que eu acho não é importante, o importante é que a senhorita o tutore, para que ele saia imediatamente da minha sala, senhorita S/S." É, Jungkook realmente estava ali a um bom tempo.

  "Tudo bem, eu concordo," a mais nova começa, e ambas as feições se iluminam (a de snape o máximo que se podia), então ela imendou com pressa: "mas apenas com uma condição."

   "O. que. Senhorita?"

  "Pra cada ponto que Jeon conseguir em sua aula, quero dois para a sonserina." Apesar do tom firme, o seu interior tremia, aflita com a resposta. Mas tudo o que recebeu foi um aceno de cabeça. "você" aproveitando que snape tinha se virado para longe, ela aponta para seu novo pesadelo, que estava claramente aturdido com a virada de eventos "começamos amanhã, depois da aula do professor Snape."

...

    Quando saiu daquela sala, caminhou rápido o suficiente para fugir de Jeon, mas não rápida suficiente pra perder o professor gritando com o moreno, e o ver tropeçando porta a fora. Pelo menos paga uma pequena parte do que seja lá que ele esteja planejando...

  Ao chegar nas masmorras, felizmente encontrou Park Jimin passando para algum lugar. A parte feliz desse encontro é que o agora loiro, fazia parte do ciclo de amigos de Jeon.

  "Park!" O rapaz se vira para você, abrindo um meio sorriso, e esperando que você contornasse as poltronas até ele. "Será que você consegue me explicar o que seu amigo está planejando?"

"Hum..." Park faz um som de 'tsk' com a boca, fingindo que estava pensando no pedido da garota "Não, acho que não."

"O quê? Por quê?" Seu desespero era adorável para ele, e talvez rir não foi a ação mais inteligente de Jimin da hora. Por isso ele recebeu um soco leve, mas bem merecido no ombro.

"Ow! Eu quis dizer que não, eu não consigo te explicar o que Jeon planejou, por que não faço a menor ideia do que esteja falando."

"E como sabe que tô falando do Jungkook?" A garota tenta o encurralar, mas dessa vez, não pode ficar revoltada com a risada do loiro. Então o deixou ir, e foi para seu quarto tentar dormir.

   Mas não tinha como escapar o novo dia que chegou, e até fingir uma febre foi considerado, mas a ideia de ter que tomar algum remédio doido na infermaria, não valeria a pena. Então tudo o que pôde fazer, era vestir seu uniforme, tomar café da manhã e encarar as aulas, esperando pelo pior.

   E por incrível que pareça, Jeon estava incrivelmente quieto. Um alívio bem vindo, claro, se não sentisse um arrepio estranho em sua espinha. Nada que viesse do rapaz, poderia ser algo bom.

   Quando a aula de Snape, que por algum acaso era a última do dia, acabou , Jeon a esperava do lado de fora da sala. Quando saiu o encarou por alguns minutos, esperando alguma piadinha ou comentário engraçadinho, mas nada. Tudo o que viu, era um rosto perfeito, em um corpo perfeito, usando seu brasão rival. As meninas que passavam cochichavam, e riam, não tão discretas, o que claramente e obviamente a irritou. Sem dizer uma palavra, Sn começou seu caminho até a biblioteca.

   "O quê? Ei!" a voz surpresa do rapaz, soou às costas da garota, que apertou o passo, o fazendo copiar o ato. "Cobrinha, onde você vai? Não tá esquecendo de nada?" Por mais que o plano da sonserina fosse seguir seu caminho sem muita dificuldade, o ter gritando em suas costas, e falando como se fossem amigos a fez parar de andar, e se virou pra ele, que caminhava rápido e quase caiu por cima do corpo menor.

"Vamos pra biblioteca Jeon, não vou te tutorar no meio do corredor."

   Quando ouviu aquilo, Jungkook se sentiu um idiota, mas tinha alguma coisa no modo como você o chamava pelo sobrenome, que o fazia cócegas por dentro. Então ele a seguiu, como um cachorrinho abandonado. Mas claro, que não em silêncio, ele comentava do clima, das aulas do dia, de alguma piada que Seokjin tinha feito (esquecendo completamente que a garota apenas o conhecia como um monitor qualquer da Grifinória, e não como um dos melhores amigos e mais engraçados que se poderia ter). E tudo o que a menor fazia, era caminhar em silêncio à sua frente, querendo mais que tudo que a situação acabasse tão rápido, estranho e surpreendentemente quanto começou.

   Na grande biblioteca, a garota seguiu diretamente para uma das mesas de estudo ao fundo e escondida de todos. Mas enquanto caminhavam biblioteca adentro, passaram por diversas mesas vazias, que Jeon começava a se perguntar se ela estaria o levando para uma sala super secreta, e o trancaria lá para sempre.

  Mas para seu alívio, a menor parou em uma mesa que a agradou, mas o rapaz não deixou de notar sua localização: fundo do biblioteca, as luzes das velas que iluminavam o local eram as mais fracas, e os dois definitivamente seriam escondidos pelo grande e pesado livreiro, repleto de livros grandes e pesados.

   Deixando sua bolsa na cadeira, S/n o ordenou que se sentasse (e se surpreendeu quando ele de fato fez, a olhando com grandes olhos de bambi).

  A última coisa que Jungkook viu, foi a figura feminina se esgueirardo pelos corredores da biblioteca, recolhendo livros e mais livros. O rapaz ficou observando seu vulto branco e verde andando de um lado para o outro, e começou a se perguntar como poderia se aproximar mais da garota. Veja bem, ele tinha um plano, só não pensou muito sobre ele.

  Quando finalmente se deu por satisfeita, S/n voltou para a mesa, colocando os mesmos na frente do rapaz. Por Serem pesados e velhos, quando encontraram a mesa de madeira, uma leve poeira subiu ao ar, dando um tom mais dramático para o ato.

  Os olhos já grandes de Jungkook crescem ainda mais, se levantando para a olhar por cima das capas duras. "O que espera que eu faça com isso?" Ele balbucia para a garota, que sorri 'docemente':

    "Leia."

  "Hã? Você quer que eu leia tudo isso?" O tom exasperado do moreno, a fez sorrir internamente com aquilo, mas não demonstrou "Eu achei que fosse me tutorar..."

"E eu que você fosse tão inteligente como eu, mas parece que ambos estavam errados." se sentando na cadeira a frente de Jeon, pega seus materiais para fazer seu dever, e estudar o que precisa.

"Cobrinha, não foi isso que eu pensei..." Jungkook começou a reclamar mais uma vez, usando uma voz manhosa e balbuciando, coisa que a surpreendeu, já que nunca o ouviu falar desse jeito. Mas não deixou a abalar, e apenas abriu o livro, começando com seu serviço.

"Eu também não imaginava que você seria tão chorão assim, Jeon. Pois se quiser me ter como tutora, sente-se e leia, caso contrário, desista e avise ao professor Snape."

  Foi tudo o que ela disse, cutucando o ego, e lado competitivo de Jeon, com uma ousadia digno de um sonserino. Mas além de ser quem é, Jungkook também possui o melhor e o pior dos grifinórios, e não desistiria tão fácil. Portanto apesar de contrariado, o moreno bufou,  se sentando e finalmente abrindo o livro começando a ler em silêncio.

...

    Durante a primeira semana, enquanto andavam para a biblioteca, Jungkook ainda proclamava notícias, e reclamava todo dia, quando ela surgia com o que pareciam ser ainda mais livros Mas durante as aulas, ele pareceu esquecer do combinado, por tanto, cada ponto que ele acertava por provocação, a sonserina acumulavam mais dois "Magicamente".

   "Isso não faz sentido!" Um Grifinório gruniu uma vez, olhando para a pontuação das casas. A sonserina largava com dois pontos a mais que a casa leonina. O grupo de Jungkook, que passava para poder ir ao refeitório, parou para ver qual a comoção. "Ela parece que nem fala mais nada, como eles podem estar na frente?!"

   Coincidentemente Sn passava pelo mesmo caminho para também almoçar no refeitório junto à seu pequeno grupo de amigas sonserinas, ela escuta toda a comoção, e não pôde esconder o sorriso vitorioso para os rapazes

   Jeon observou enquanto passava por eles, com seu orgulho ferido por ter caído na sua armadilha, mas ao mesmo tempo, maravilhado por sua ideia brilhante e sua reação. Ele estava louco pra conseguir mais daquilo.

   Mas surpreendentemente na semana seguinte, o rapaz se calou. Sem mais citações de seus amigos, sem reclamações, e até ele mesmo começou a se levantar e buscar os livros par ler e fazer anotações. Uma incrível evolução, na opinião de S/n, afinal esse poderia ser um sinal que sua tortura estaria chegando ao fim.

   Logo, ele passou a ser uma presença tolerável. O silêncio, cheiro de livros (e talvez o leve aroma de menta que emanava do moreno) e bebidas quentes, e o barulho calmante de penas sob o pergaminho Parecia o paraíso. Mas estava tudo muito bom pra ser verdade.

  Na próxima aula de poções, Snape anunciou que deveriam se aproximar de sua mesa, pois a poção que iriam aprender tinha um truque. Ao ouvir aquilo, uma ideia do que poderia ser surgiu a mente de S/n, mas gostaria muito que não fosse, mas não teve jeito, "Amortentia" era a poção da vez, então se aproximou da bancada, e infelizmente sentiu Jeon braço a braço, com ela.

  Conforme o professor explicava e fazia a poção, você anotava, e tentava nao focar no fato de que o perfume de Jungkook estava ficando cada vez mais forte.

Quando acabou, Snape deu um passo para trás, olhando a sala com a mesma feição impassível de sempre "Muito bem, alguém se voluntaria para sentir o cheiro e dizer o que sente?" todos se entreolharam, até Jimin levantar a voz, e alguns suspiros do seu lado serem escutados. Coitadas...

"Professor, acho que seria interessante pra sala se Jungkook e Sn cheirassem"

[jisowrs]

Jk !!! 🕷️

[hywnie]

Capinhas adotadas!!

Vão lá adotar uma também!!

Fairytopia.

[taetasticmint]

Dating my step-brother

Jungkook x reader

(Before I start anything can we just take a moment to appreciate this man's tattoos. LIKE DAMN )

Chapter 4: So he's got a hard life too

The car ride for the next few hours was pretty awkward. First of all, you were devastated why the jeons bought a house in the literal forest. It was a 2 hour drive from your office to their house. At the starting the ride was pretty good. It was silent and you were on your phone texting with your cousin. But after 5 minutes passed, the car ride started becoming very tensed. Jungkook was busy driving. The stereo was off which really made things worse.

Jungkook didn't say a word to you or anything. 'Not much like a big bro I see' you thought in your head like the bitch you are. You were slowly starting to feel sleepy. But you decided that you would be the 'good one' and engage in conversation. So you clear your throat and croak out "Sooooo...... How was your day?"

It was like ice froze in your throat. It was hard to say the sentence. Jungkook definitely heard it that's why he looked at you then back to the road grinning a little curve on his lips. "It was pretty good. How about yours?".

'HE REPLIED' you thought in your peanut sized brain.

You put little smile on and said " It was good too." He gave a little smile and then got rid of it. You were nervously playing with the hem of your skirt. The car ride was again silent and awkward. You were very bored and as a very 'energetic perosn' you decided to keep talking to him." I heard your the CEO of your fathers company. That's pretty nice. Must be hard eh?" You say trying to take the conversation further.

" Yeah it is. Kind of. Well if you see it through my view I wouldn't have been the CEO. It really not the place I'm supposed to be. And yes, to be honest, it's hard, a little. But with practice anyone could do it." He smiles and glances a look at you. "Tell me about your job?" He says. "My job. Well, it's not much but I just work in my company as the design manager. It is easy tho for me. I work with alot of people. And it's fun for me since that's the stuff I like to do."You say with a smile.

"It's nice you get to do what you like"

You look at him. He looks serious. 'Does he not get to do what he wants? Does he not have freedom or somthing? Did his father force him for something?' You get these thoughts in your minds. He continues speaking " Dad never really asked me what I wanted to do. I actually wanted to be an architect. But dad just wanted me to carry on the family business. " " Can't you ask him about it?I bet he'll listen to you. He is your father after all."You say. "No, I can't. I have to be the 'good son' to him. The best of the best. He won't listen. You won't understand it. It's ok. I just thought I'd share it with you. Since you know, now we are step - siblings.." He says replaying back to you.

You feel really bad for him. You understand how he must feel. He must not be happy doing his work. But as soon as you glance up you see the car completely stopped. Your home. Jungkook gets off and taps your door. " You gonna get off now? Or just stay in there?" He chuckles and you quickly get out. You head upstairs to your room.

You lie down on your bed. Thinking.

' I guess he has a hard life. Harder than me'

Next chapter I hope I'll be able to post quickly hut I do have my exams. Anyways thanks for reading.

[bonvoyagenoona]

OMG so excited for what’s coming, especially the jungkook one shot!!! but I would be more than happy with whatever you decide to put out first. Also chapter 3 of AMOMK give it to us the people are waiting!

Hideaway was so goooood too, are we gonna see OC ending up with jimin in an alternate universe or what?

Eeeee hi! Lollll AMOMK Chapter 3 is coming to you soon! And I shared a snippet for ya here! 🤩 Hope you like it!

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Thank you so much for reading Hideaway! The three-part Jimin-focused spin-off, Breakaway, has this synopsis:

Jimin has a habit of going dark from time to time, to where not even the great Kim Seokjin can find him. But it’s not to escape Jin. It’s to escape You.

Let me know if you want a snippet! 

(There will also be a three-part Jungkook spin-off, called Faraway!)

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Aaahh I’m excited that you’re excited about the Jungkook one-shot! Here’s a snippet of that one, called Blackout! It’s about a blackout that happens during a block party, during which you meet one Jeon Jungkook. 

(And, like Wallflowers was, it’ll be part of a series called Party Favors that @mochilatae ​/ Roomie and I will be updating you all on soon!)

Here’s the snippet!

“This boy,” Mrs. Chan laughs, shaking her head. “He might as well move in with us.” As she talks, she walks down the line of her counter, scooping up a bit of everything from her pots and pans and plopping it into your bowl. “If we didn’t feed him, he’d eat garbage off the street! Like one of those fat pigeons!”

Jungkook protests, still unintelligible, but wounded, and passionate, given that flakes of egg roll wrapper fly out of his mouth. 

“Please, Jungkook, you’re so sensitive! Have you seen you?” Mrs. Chan says with a roll of her eyes. “Although, if you keep inhaling these egg rolls…”

She softens at Jungkook’s worried expression.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to call you fat. I just meant— Ugh, what else eats… trash— Like a raccoon, then. How’s that? My sneaky little fluffy, grabby-hands raccoon?”

Mrs. Chan pinches his full cheeks, cooing more… weird?... raccoon-based compliments at him, and he smiles happily, closing his eyes at her caring touch. 

She turns to you and holds up the bowl, a steaming pile of only good and delicious things, for a change. And all for you. 

You smile gratefully and take the chopsticks that Mrs. Chan also hands to you. 

You take your place next to Jungkook, at the sink,  both of you leaning back slightly as you eat. 

“Now, I didn’t catch your name,” Mrs. Chan tells you. 

As you tell her, you can’t help but feel Jungkook paying close attention, such close attention, that you swear he’s nearly pressing his smile onto your cheek as you share your name.

I’ll be sharing fic announcements soon, but if you like what you read and would like to be put on the Breakaway, Faraway, or Blackout taglists, just let me know via a reblog or comment on this post, by sending an ask, or adding yourself to my spreadsheet!

[exoruinmykokoro-blog]

(vía https://www.wattpad.com/1418863026-mi-juguete-parte-8)

[cynthiamacchiato]

HE CREADO UN BLOG

Quiero anunciar aquí, que tras la pérdida de mi perfil de Wattpad, he creado mi propio blog donde he subido todas las historias que una vez tuve allí:

—Fanfics de BTS (y otros)

—Relatos cortos

—Novelas

—Pensamientos

—Poemas

Están todos disponibles en mi blog: Cynthia Macchiato Blog.

Enlace: https://cynthiamacchiato.blogspot.com/

NO he querido continuar con esta plataforma porque me parece demasiado restrictiva en cuanto al diseño y no quiero volver a tener que seguir las normas de ninguna web en cuanto a contenido o temáticas.

Espero que os paséis por allí, y aunque el blog aun está en construcción, ya podéis disfrutar de todas las historias. Gracias.

[ephemeralbvtch]

His Regret, Her Misery

Pairings: husband!yandere!jungkook! × f!reader

Synopsis: Is it possible to show affection towards a child who is the sole reason you can't leave your husband?

 Genre: nightmare

 Warnings: manipulation, forced sexual harassment, kidnapping, shooting, emotional

•••

This was wrong in every way and you knew it. Even though your heart swelled with pride like a mother holding their child for the very first time after birthing them, your mind told you otherwise. The child you held in your arms looked nothing like you.

His nose was straight, yours was slightly upturned. His eyes were sleek and yours were bambi looking. His mouth was wide and had a happy grin to as if he was forever-smiling while yours were down turned and pouty.

"I am not your mother," you whispered as you laid the baby back in his cot.

•••

Soft lips grazed your neck as you moaned lowly. A thumb swiped your lower lip and gently tugged the said lip, motioning you to widen the gap between your teeth. Despite being reluctant to do so, you obliged. Opening the gap between your teeth you let the thumb push in to your warm caverns.

"Suck."

Even though you were disgusted at the command, you followed it. Swirling your tongue around the thumb, you arched your back onto the robust chest of the man behind you.

Your husband.

As you pushed yourself against your husband, he let out a low groan. You had hit a spot.

"Oh no," you grimaced in your thoughts. This is not what you wanted.

"Baby, don't you think you're testing my limits...huh?" a breathless voice murmured against the shell of your ear.

You didn't reply. Instead, you held on to the hand that was around your waist. He took that as a yes. The thumb that was once in your mouth was now travelling down your smooth skin alongside the rest of his prying fingers.

In a matter of seconds, the contents on your kitchen table were thrown down. You heard the new flower vase, and the bottle of jam along with the cutleries fall on to the floor. You turned your head around to look at the mess made on the floor.

This was the... You weren't even sure how many times your husband had destroyed things in order to get what he wanted. After all, he had you wrapped around his pinky after...

"Baby?"

Your unanswering state made him turn your head towards him. A finger under your chin and a forceful tug made you stare right into his soulless eyes.

"Jungkook...the jam..." you trailed off.

He ignored your whining as he delved into your lips. Slightly biting them and tasting the blood that seeped through the small bite he created. Removing his lips from yours, he hungrily trailed them through the valley of your breasts. Your sheer nightie was pulled down so he could have access to your now hard nipples. Sucking onto one of your mounds he fondled with the other. Your hands raked through his dark brown locks as he pleasured you to the utmost.

Though you hated him, you could never resist the pleasure you got from what he did. It was as if he knew how to tug at every little string in your heart and play you like a marionette.

His marionette.

His hand that ran down the centre of your spinal cord, in a matter of seconds wrapped around your waist. Both Jungkook's hands gripped onto your waist. You were sure it would leave little splotches of purple on your skin, that would go from a violent purple to an ugly colour of yellowish green.

As he slipped his thumb into your panties and started rubbing the pad of his thumb over your clit, you clutched onto his muscular arms. You eyes rolled and your toes curled at the build up of your orgasm. It was an euphoric feeling. Jungkook noticed your thighs shake slightly as he rubbed your clit furiously. A chuckle fell out of his lips as he watched you spiralling into an ocean of pleasure.

A cry broke out, shattering your orgasm.

You eyes opened: wide bambi-like eyes stared into the room the cry came from. You were frozen for a moment. The rubbing on your clit had slowed down because you were gripping onto Jungkook's wrist.

"S-s-stop," you pleaded as you tried to remove yourself away from him.

Jungkook groaned as he straightened himself. His hand never left your panties. Tears welled your eyes because the grip on your thighs hurt.

"You can't go now," he challenged you.

No. You should go now. It was your duty to look after him and it was a shame if you were to put your sexual desires before a child who needed you very much.

"Let. Me. Go," you uttered with gritted teeth.

Jungkook now held your waist even tighter. His stare burnt itself onto your face. A chill ran down your spine from the uneasy feeling that was beginning to stir in your guts.

Pulling up your nightie, you covered your breasts. With all your might you pushed away Jungkook. The grip on your waist loosened and the space that prisoned you was no longer there. You wobbled a bit as you got off the table. You had not gotten to finish your orgasm and it was itching the hell out of you. You wanted to ignore the cries of the baby in the next room and let Jungkook finger you until you finally reached your euphoria.

But right now, that was not possible.

As you bunched up your hair and walked over to the fridge you heard Jungkook scoff. You didn't dare look back or roll your eyes at him as it would cause an entirely different situation.

Bending down, you grabbed a milk bottle that was premade. Leaving it on the counter to warm, you rushed over to the room that the cries echoed from.

By the time you were back with Jungsoon, cradling him in your arms, Jungkook was gone out of the apartment. You were tempted to leave through the same door he left whenever he pleased, but the locks on the door screamed 'Do not leave'.

You let out a heavy sigh as you brought the rubbery material of the bottle to Jungsoon's mouth. He let the blunt tip slip into his mouth and sucked onto it feverishly. You rubbed his back soothingly as you looked at his now grown hair.

Jungsoon started back into your glassy eyes. You were on the brink of crying. Leaving the one and a half year old baby on the small sofa, you sat next to him. Holding up the bottle for him, you slightly turned away from the baby and his your face between your other arm and the sofa.

Tears swept past your reddened cheeks as you clasped your mouth shut in order to not voice out your cries. You silently cried thinking about every frustration you encountered ever since getting stuck into a life with Jungkook.

Long, sleepless nights of repetitive sex that only left him satisfied and you, overstimulated and too exhausted to even stay awake. Getting up early in the morning or in the middle of the night to feed an upset Jungsoon. And even dealing with the shit Jungkook threw at your way every time he felt like down.

Why were you even here in the first place?

•••

4 years later

"Jungkook this is not right," you let out your opinion.

The said man stopped in his tracks. He stood still as if in a deep thought. Beads of water ran down his bare torso and melted into the cotton of his sweatpants. You got up from the bed and walked over to him. Taking off the towel that was around his neck, you lightly grabbed his arm and made him sit on the bed. Standing between his legs you wiped his wet hair. Jungkook let out a small groan, expressing his tiredness. He wrapped his arms around your waist and laid his head on your stomach.

"What's not right?" he asked you in a lazy voice.

You stopped rubbing his hair and got out of his grip. Sitting next to him on the bed, you looked over at him.

"Jungsoon."

With a confused look he inquired, "What's wrong with him?"

"Nothing is wrong with him. I just..."

"Tell me, baby."

"You shouldn't have taken him away from the hospital that night."

"What are you talking about?"

Aah. You knew what he was playing at now. The 'I don't know what's going on' game. You shook your head in dismay.

"Jungkook I am not playing around..." you started.

Furious at what you had just said, he got off the bed and pulled on a t-shirt.

"I told you once and I am not telling you twice. Darling, I love you very much. However, you shouldn't be bringing up conversations that don't matter."

Raged by his dismissal, you too got up. Following him to the living room you stood behind him and remarked, "Jungsoon is not our son. Don’t you think his real parents are actually worrying about him to this day-"

A hand swept across the front of your face and grabbed your jaw. Tightening the grip around your jaw, Jungkook spat, "You're not his mother? How come? We both are his parents."

Drops of salty water cascaded down your face as you shook your head in disagreement. You were not his mother.

"I am not. Jungkook please. We are not his parents."

You held onto his muscular arms as you steadied yourself. But in a moments time everything was going to topple over and you were just not aware of it.

"Mom, what are you talking about?"

Petrified, you looked over to the voice that asked you the question. Your husband looked at the child who watched his parents with a grotesque face. This was the first time in years you heavily regretted bringing up the topic of Jungsoon.

"Why would you say that you are not my mommy?" asked the boy as a fresh layer of tears dripped down his chubby cheeks.

By now, Jungkook had let go of you. He was staring at the child with eyes that showed remorse.

"He was never our child," thought Jungkook to himself as he remembered how he had stolen a baby from the private hospital you had worked for back then.

"Jungsoon...Mommy was just blabbering some nonsense with your father..." you tried figuring out some sort of an excuse in order to get the boy to stop crying.

You brought the weeping boy closer to you and embraced him. You brushed his silky hair in a soothing manner. Every time the boy sniffed in and started crying again your heart squeezed in pain. This is not what you had expected when Jungkook had first brought the child in...

Bang

You felt yourself fall first as your legs gave away. You felt the blood sweep through you. The red liquid splattered all over you. At the corner of your eye you could see Jungkook standing in a statue like position. A dark coloured weapon in his hand.

He had done the deed. He had finally understood his grave mistake but that only meant that one of you were to be buried in your grave.

Or maybe someone else...

"Jungsoon?" you whispered as your face paled.

"Jungsoon? Baby why are you falling asleep? Jungsoon mommy is talking to you...why are falling asleep?"

Only when brought your hand to the side of his torso did you realize that it was neither you nor Jungkook that had been shot but rather your son.

Your beloved son.

You held the forever-sleeping boy in your arms. And just like that his forever-smiling face ceased in front of a woman whom he called mother and a father whom he trusted, but had lied to him his whole life. 

•••

A/N: don’t ask me why i killed him. lol. this was my first ff and i’m not sure whether it reached your expectations, so do point out anything that’s missing or out of line~ 

[mayolive-writes]

Ease Your Mind | Jungkook

Part One of the Seven Series: Seven Masterlist

Title: Monday - Ease Your Mind

Pairing: idol!jungkook x AFAB reader

Summary: Jungkook is finally coming home after a long tour. Work has been fun and fulfilling, but there’s no place like home. After being deprived of your attention for so long, He knows exactly how he wants to spend the week ahead.

Wordcount: 1128

Genre: Fluff, smut, pwp, established relationship

Warnings below the line, minors DNI

Warnings: fluffy hours bro, soft/slow sex, protected sex, vaginal penetration, they are both kinda subby, pet names (bun, koo, hon/honey), very brief overstimulation, jk is Clingy™️, if I missed anything, let me know and ill add it!

Notes: It took me a bit to determine how I wanted this to play out and what I wanted their dynamic to be like. Like I already said, they’re both kinda subby in this one, not enough people explore subxsub dynamics smh. But that won’t be the case for the whole series. I attempted to proofread but cannot promise perfection. Feel free to comment/reblog/like, I love getting feedback! And if you would like to be added to the taglist just leave a comment :)

Enjoy!!

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The days leading up to Jungkook’s return seemed to stretch beyond time, but it all becomes worth it as you count down the seconds, watching people exit from the terminal, eagerly waiting. You ease your weight from foot to foot, an eagle eye watching.

It takes a few more minutes, but eventually you’re forcing down the urge to yell out his name as you see him emerge. Attention is the last thing he wants after a long plane ride. Instead, you discreetly make your way to eachother before quietly embracing. Your heart doesn’t soar, but rather fills with relief and comfort, absorbing the warmth that you missed so much.  His arms wrap tightly around you, and you regain a sense of safety you didn’t realize was missing. Although you might never get used to Jungkook leaving, you’ll always be ready for his return.

Most of Jungkook’s face is obscured by a dark mask and wide bucket hat, but looking up you see his eyes watering, folded into crescents from the smile beneath his mask. Tears fill your eyes, and you squeeze him tighter. Not a word has been spoken yet, but it isn’t necessary.

You sit down in your car, drained from the long morning, relieved but tired. Jungkook grabs hold of your hand once more.

“How was the plane, Bun?” The only response Jungkook gives is to rest his head against the seat and release a long, exhausted sigh. You squeeze his hand, gently caressing the skin that you haven’t felt in months, but that still feels familiar and soft.

You drive home in effortless silence. In the passenger seat, you hear Jungkook dozing off, his head knocking against the window once or twice during the ride. Before waking him up, you watch his peaceful sleeping face, his lips parted lightly, breath low, and the crease between his eyebrows nowhere to be seen.

As you finally walk through the front door, Jungkook falls against you once more, hugging you close.

“I missed you.”

The soft background noise of the TV rouses you. Through bleary senses you feel Jungkook’s warm breath on your skin, feel him huddled close to you, and smell the peachy shampoo on his hair. It wasn’t a surprise to you when Jungkook said that before doing anything else, he wanted to simply lay with you on the couch, and watch something mindless. It was always his first request coming home from a tour. Each time, you would oblige.

You carefully shift towards the TV to occupy yourself while Jungkook continues to sleep. Time passes slowly in his arms, warm and secure.

Through the window, you watch as the sun sets, and the sky darkens with gray clouds. As the clouds stir, so too does Jungkook. It’s gradual, the way he awakes. A few grumbles, a bit of stretching, and a couple yawns later his eyes are open, and you feel them fixed on the back of your head. You adjust your position once more to meet his gaze and are quickly absorbed. His eyes look brighter, if not a bit foggy, after a much-needed nap; their gaze soft and tranquil.

Jungkook whispers, “Hon, I’m gonna be honest,” you nod, “I really, really need you right now.”

Oh.

Oh…

There’s an immediate shift in the air around you as your heart races. It doesn’t take long before he presses you gently into the couch and captures your lips.

Jungkook speaks with increasing desperation between each soft kiss, “missed you,” kiss, “want you,” kiss, “need you” kiss, “please, please—”

He whines quietly, and you allow yourself to get lost in his desperation, “need you too, Bun.”

Inching his hands beneath your hoodie, Jungkook revels in your soft skin that he spent months pining to feel beneath his fingertips again. You squeeze him closer, tugging at the roots of his hair when his lips attach to the crook of your neck. He steals this moment to suck a deep mark into the warm skin, easing the sting with a swipe of his tongue.

He doesn’t stop.

With swift movements, he removes your hoodie to uncover more skin. Or, to him, a wider canvas. One by one, bruises bloom along you. Neck, collarbones, chest. Wherever they can reach, he lets his lips touch. Jungkook ends up towering over you, the look in his eyes a crossroads between adoration and desire. He meets his forehead to yours, heat radiating off his body, “haven’t had you in so long…”

“Well, you have me now.”

“Never wanna leave you again,” He breathes you in, and you feel his hips rut into you.

No amount of over-the-phone intimacy could make up for the months spent apart from you. It’s no surprise that it takes little to no time before Jungkook is easing himself into your folds, face buried in your neck, uncontrollable whimpers escaping the both of you.

He works slowly for both your sakes, cautious in his movements, barley able to control himself. One hand holds your waist as the other intertwines with your fingers, his grip unbreakable. The way he slides through your walls with ease, gently rocking in and out as he desperately holds onto you makes your brain go numb. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him tighter, needing more.

“H-honey, I don’t think I’ll l-last long.” He whines in your ear and his prediction is correct, only a few more thrusts cause him to break. Despite him coming, however, he doesn’t stop, “M-more, need more.”

“Keep going, Koo, please keep going—” You softly beg, “

His thrusts are faster and deeper now, fueled by need and desperation. “Oh, god, you feel so good” Jungkook cries.

“I’m so close, please, please—” you feel yourself become feverish as your high approaches, hands grasping at Jungkook’s back, the graze of your nails causing him to groan in pleasure. Your back arches, a final stifled moan escaping your throat. But still, Jungkook continues to drive his cock into you. The overstimulation makes you whine and squirm, gasping for relief. Gradually the feeling gives way to pleasure once more. Your limbs feel weak, your brain lost but begging for more until you’re both whimpering against eachother.

Countless minutes pass as you and Jungkook cling to eachother, refusing to let go. His hands stroke up and down your body, and in return, your fingers brush through his hair. Rain patters against the window, creating a lull.

You mumble, “feel better?”

“Much better, baby.”

“We should shower, Bun.”

Jungkook snuggled in closer, “don’t wanna”

“Too bad, so sad. Promise I’ll wash your hair.”

He raises his head from your chest, showing off his puppy eyes, “Really?”

The week ahead promises to be tiring, but it’s good to be home.

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[btssaysstudy]

Sanity || jjk.

Summary: Everyone knows his not-so-little- crush on you, even his own students. In fact, his huge crush is driving his students insane when all they want to do is pass finals. (Request by @jookiemonie) Genre: fluff, professor!jk x professor!yn Word count: 2.8k Warning(s): swearing, flirting during work, work stress/overload

You loved your profession. You loved being able to make college life slightly better in any way you could, even though you still had to give stressful exams. Not only did you love your profession, you also loved your colleagues.

The accounting department was filled with friendly and approachable professors. The dean for the school of accountancy was Kim Namjoon - a very intelligent man who was also very amicable.

Every school would also have the most popular professor. For your school, it would be Jeon Jungkook. He had been a professor at the college for slightly longer than you. He was also the first colleague you befriended.

It was lunch and your faculty’s dean, Namjoon, would use that opportunity to introduce any new staff or bid farewell to those leaving.

“She’s our faculty’s newest professor, yn. She’ll be teaching the year 3 modules.” Namjoon turned to face you with a warm welcoming smile, “We hope you’ll like it here.”

“Thank you, Namjoon. Nice to meet you all.” You gave a slight bow to the small group of professors before you and Namjoon walked away from the centre of attention.

“That was worse than teaching a full lecture.” You breathed out, feeling tense from being under the gaze of the other professors. Namjoon handed you a bottle of water, “I feel the same way too every time I stand there.”

You laughed, accepting the bottle. It was that moment that you knew Namjoon was a very caring colleague. You knew of deans who were too intimidating to approach for even a casual discussion. It felt relieving to know that this faculty’s dean was not one of those.

“Yn, am I right? I’m Jungkook.”

A young charismatic voice spoke behind you. You turned to face the man who introduced himself as Jungkook. Clean shaven, donned in a business casual outfit and his hair pulled back, Jungkook extended his hand out for a handshake.

“Nice to meet you.” You reached out to shake his hand. “I’m the professor teaching the year 3 modules. Well, not the only one anymore.” His grin grew slightly wider, and you noted how inviting his gaze was.

“Glad to take off some of the load.”

“I’ll let you two get familiar with each other, you’ll be working together quite often.” Namjoon took his lead, patting Jungkook on the back as he walked away.

Jungkook’s attention quickly went back to you after saying goodbye to Namjoon, “Would you like to have lunch together now? I can be your personal tour guide.”

You chuckled as you accepted his offer.

—

You slumped in your chair, taking a big gulp of water. “I can’t imagine how you managed the entire batch of year threes.”

“I had other professors to help me too but we’re all mainly in charge of different batches. So I guess it wasn’t too bad.”

You were still adjusting to the campus grounds, occasionally forgetting which lecture hall was located at. Jungkook always offered to be your tour guide whenever he was free.

“Prof Jeon!” A couple of seniors approached Jungkook, waving their hands widely at your colleague. “How’s senior year going for y’all?”

The two of you stopped as Jungkook conversed with his ex-students. “Stressful, we’ve been busy applying for jobs.”

“Right, you guys are graduating soon. Hope you manage to secure them by graduation!” Jungkook cheered them on with sincerity in his voice.

You admired how Jungkook interacted with his students, past and present. He never forgot their names, the rowdy and the quiet ones. He was patient and understanding with all of his students. Jungkook was definitely a professor with a genuine passion to teach and help others.

That, of course, would mean he was well loved by his students. Even after his modules, his students would approach him for help, be it academic or career wise.

He was the popular professor in your faculty, there was no doubt about that.

“You’re really good with them.” You commented as you both walked towards your lecture hall. Jungkook smiled, “I try my best.”

“Well, you’re definitely doing something right.”

“Feels nice to hear that from you, yn. I appreciate it.”

You felt your heart rate quicken with his soft smile, you blinked as you looked straight ahead. “Thanks for walking me as well. I’m getting used to the layout, you don’t have to bring me around now.”

He shook his head, “It’s fine, I love walking with you anyway.”

This time, you froze, your eyes shifting to your students passing by the two of you to enter the lecture hall. You were sure they overheard what Jungkook had said as you saw their giddy smiles and looks as they passed you.

Clearing your throat, you bowed your head slightly to say bye to your really handsome colleague. “Thanks again Jungkook.”

—

“I already bought you your favourite drink. I’m sure you’re super thirsty after teaching for 3 hours straight.” Jungkook’s raised his arm to show the drink in his hand.

“Were you,” you looked around to see other students walking down the corridor, “Were you waiting outside?”

“Yea, I thought you ended at 2.30pm but I forgot you told me you end at 3pm on Thursdays.”

You smiled as you unlocked your office door, entering with Jungkook. “You didn’t have to wait out here, could’ve just texted me.”

“Didn’t want to disrupt your focus during lecture. Plus, I don’t mind waiting for you.”

Maybe it was the way he said it, the tone or the cheeky grin on his face. You weren’t sure what it was, but it felt as if there was another meaning to it.

“Thank you for the drink anyway, I actually am pretty thirsty.”

He flashed a toothy grin as he took the seat opposite your desk - the seat where your students sat at for consultation. “How’s midterms season going?”

You sighed, “Tiring. I’m booked almost every free slot for consultations now.”

“I have a few extra slots, if the workload is too much, I can take some of your consultations. We’re teaching the same syllabus anyway.”

You shook your head as you took a sip, “That’s alright! I can manage.”

Jungkook nodded his head, “Don’t get me wrong. I’m fully aware of your capabilities. Just want to be there for you when I can.”

Feeling your cheeks grow hot, your eyes locked on the drink as you placed it back on the table. “That’s really sweet of you.”

Just then, there was a knock on your office door and Namjoon’s head peeped in. “Am I interrupting?”

“N-Not at all! Come in.” You cleared your throat as Jungkook straightened up in his seat, turning away from you.

“Just wanted to let you know about the midterms meeting tomorrow morning. I’ll be sending out an email invite later as well. I’ve just been checking in with everyone individually first.” Namjoon’s eyes trailed off towards Jungkook and he let out a short chuckle to himself.

“But I guess I’m interrupting you two lovebirds.” He teased and you nearly choked on air. “N-Namjoon!”

He bellowed in satisfaction, “I’m kidding, you two look like teenagers that were caught sneaking around.” He made his way to the door, “Pretend I didn’t come in! Bye!”

A thick awkward silence engulfed the two of you as both your eyes fixated on the area that Namjoon had just been.

Jungkook broke it, letting out an awkward laugh, “Joon’s a real funny one, isn’t he?”

“Y-Yea he is.”

—

“Hey Jungkook, these were the papers you wanted right?”

That voice.

In an instant, Jungkook had straighten his spine and adjusted his tie as he looked up to you with the practice paper he had asked for. He had been engrossed in his work that he didn’t see you walk over to where he was eating.

“H-Hey, yea,” He reached out to take the paper from you. “Thanks yn. I owe you one.”

With a smile, you reached over to give him a light pat on his shoulders before walking away from him, “It’s fine, I’ll just look for you the next time I need help.”

“R-Right of course, y-you can!” He nodded his head as he watched you walk back to your desk, grabbing your laptop and heading off to your next class.

Jungkook was smitten.

And he was doing a bad job at hiding it.

“You look like you just drank 10 bottles of alcohol, why is your face so red?” A voice beside him made him jump in his seat as he turned to his to smack his colleague with the practice paper in his hand. For a moment, he had forgotten that he was having lunch with Namjoon at the dining hall.

“Shut up, Namjoon.” Jungkook cleared his throat as he reached out for a bottle of water to calm himself. Namjoon chuckled, “My dear friend, even a blind person can see your huge crush on yn. Do something about it.”

“I-I can’t…” He sighed dejectedly, “We’re both teachers and colleagues. We need to be professional… Besides, I doubt she sees me the same way.”

Namjoon only shook your head, “Yea sure, keep telling yourself that.”

—

Jungkook loved to pass by your classes. He was thankful for the windows along the corridors that allowed him to take a glance at you teaching your class.

He admired your passion for teaching. He admired how you always managed to find a way to connect with the students. He admired how you could be firm and strict with them, without going overboard.

He admired you.

A lot.

He hated how he would stumble over his words when you would approach him without notice. He hated how he felt his cheeks go burning red when you compliment him or smile at him. But he loved it at the same time.

Jungkook loved being around you, during lunch breaks, during the nights where you had to work over time, during training workshops. Being a college professor was not easy feat but you always made it a lot brighter.

“I’m swarmed.” You sighed as you opened a can for a refresher. “It is finals season after all.” Jungkook offered his snack of chips to you which you happily took some.

You were lounging in his office, your only break before you had back-to-back consultations with your students. Jungkook flashed an encouraging smile, “You’re an amazing professor, you’ll survive.”

“Thanks Jungkook, but I’m only as half as good as you.”

“That,” He pointed at you, shaking his head, “Is utter bullshit.”

You let out a laugh, making him melt as he composed himself while you weren’t aware. “I-It’s true.” He defended himself, a little bit less confident this time.

“You’re cute.” You nonchalantly commented as you got up, ready to head back to your office to start consultations. “See you around when I get to breathe, Mr. Jeon.”

Cute.

Absolutely lost it.

Jungkook couldn’t remove the smile on his face even after you left his office. He even talked himself to calm down and get over it. But you had stunned him for the rest of the day.

—

You and Jungkook hosted had back-to-back finals review workshop in the same lecture room. Jungkook had booked one of the lecture room or his review lecture right before yours, unintentionally of course.

However, he had overran and you were waiting outside with your students. With a gentle knock on the door, you peeped in to draw his attention.

“Mr. Jeon?”

Jungkook nearly dropped his pointer when he heard you call his name.

“Miss yn!” His eyes darted to the clock before back at you, “I overran, I’m sorry about! I-I’ll quickly wrap it up.”

“No worries!” You smiled at him before closing the door.

His class erupted in murmurs as a couple of girls were giggling amongst each other. Not only did the professors know about his ‘tiny’ crush, so did his own students.

Clearing his throat, he gathered the attention of his class to wrap up his session.

“I’m sorry about again, Miss yn.” He bowed apologetically.

“N-No, it’s alright! Don’t worry about it!” You smiled as you connected your laptop to the screen. “W-Well, I hope your review lecture goes well.”

“Thank you Mr. Jeon.”

—

A frustrated groan rang through his ears. A familiar familiar sound he had been hearing the entire finals season.

“I don’t get it Mr Jeon. Why is this the amount adjusted during consolidation?”

Jungkook paused, trying to figure out a different way to explain the consolidation. “Okay, it might be easier if you compare what entry should have been passed under the Group level versus what has been passed under the legal entity. For example, if—“

Jungkook’s eyes had shifted from the paper to the door when there was knock. “Come in.”

“I’m sorry to disturb,” you spoke apologetically, “Namjoon asked me to pass this to you as I was passing by. I’ll just leave it here.” You quickly dropped the folder on the coffee table before closing the door behind you.

Even though you were gone, Jungkook’s eyes remained on the door to the glass window as he watched you walk away from his office.

“Mr Jeon,” his student whined once again, “I’m this close to losing my sanity with this question. Can you please make googly eyes on Miss yn some other time?”

His cheeks felt hot as he had just been caught by his student drooling over you. “R-Right,” He flashed an apologetic smile, “Sorry about that.”

He knew he had to ask you out once finals season was over.

For his own sanity as well.

—

“I’m glad the long awaited break is here.” You said with a big sigh of relief as you left the campus with Jungkook. “Thinking of just sleeping for a few days straight and just laze around.”

Jungkook laughed, “You sure you don’t want a more fulfilling or exciting break?”

“Leave the adventure to the kids. I’m just ready to bum around.”

This was it.

His chance.

“H-Hey yn…”

“Mmm?” You hummed, your eyes shifting to look directly at him. He felt his courage dwindle just from locking eye contact with you but he had to do it. He didn’t want to waste his summer regretting that he was a coward.

“Would you perhaps… Like to go on a date with me?”

The corners of your lips were pulled upwards as you broke into a wide grin. “A date?”

“Y-Yea… I like you and if you feel the same way, I’d love to take you out on a date.”

You let out a light laugh, shoving him lightly as you replied, “I’d love to. Thought you’d never ask.”

His eyes widened, “R-Really?”

“Yes really.” You smiled at him. Jungkook was definitely on cloud nine. His smile reaching from ear to ear as he pulled you in for a hug.

You happily wrapped your arms around his torso, your head leaning against his chest as you savoured the moment. “I’m so relieved to hear you say yes.” His voice muffled as he buried his face in the nook of your neck and shoulder.

Reluctantly, you pulled back slightly, “How about we leave campus this instant and get some good food?”

Jungkook nodded his head, “Sounds like a great plan.”

With your fingers intertwined, you made your way to Jungkook’s car as you both buckled in and headed off to enjoy your first date.

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It didn’t take long for news to spread, after all, some of his ex students followed him on his Instagram and some of yours followed you as well.

You spent most of the summer together with Jungkook and it was one of the best summer breaks you had, including your student years.

Namjoon was one of the first few who learnt about your relationship and he was ore than supportive of it. “Glad to finally see the two lovebirds in real life.” He extended out his arms to pull both of you in for a hug.

“Ready for a new semester, dean?” Jungkook asked, patting Namjoon’s buff shoulders.

“As ready as I’ll ever be.” He chuckled.

After a short catch-up, Jungkook walked with you to your office. You were certain that most of the students, especially those in the cohort you’re both assigned to, knew of your relationship.

“Nice one prof!” One of his ex students hollered, throwing a fist bump in the air as he approached Jungkook with his group. Jungkook laughed, “Tone it down, we don’t have to announce it to everyone—“

“Everyone already knows.” Another student giggled, “You two look great together.”

Jungkook shook his head, his grin not leaving his face, “Well now that we’re together, you guys can stop wasting time on rumours and start focusing on your modules yea?”

You laughed along with Jungkook as you both head off, leaving the students to grumble about the modules.

“We’re definitely going to be bombarded during our first class.”

Jungkook nodded his head, quickly leaning in for a swift kiss, “Doesn’t matter, it’s worth it.”

[darkestcorners]

polarity | 03 ( Jungkook’s POV )

— pairing: jungkook x reader (f)

— genre: yandere, smut, angst

— warnings: obsessive & unhealthy behavior, manipulation, gaslighting, blackmail, mentions of mental health, descriptions of panic attacks , mentions of childhood abuse/neglect, smut, con non-con, dubious consent ( extreme, please do not read if this is triggering for you ) toxic relationships

— word count: 10.6k

summary: Your best friend’s new boyfriend becomes infatuated with you..

Parts: 01 | 02 | 03 | 03 JK | CS | 04

Jungkook could feel the shift and the way your body had stiffened. His eyes remained closed despite his alert mind. He was relying completely one his senses now, the way the mattress dipped slightly , it felt like you were reaching over to get something on the floor.

Your bag most likely, he remembered you dropping it beside the bed before you had let him continue with his lust driven desires.

He heard you rummage through it, you were cautious with your movements, evidently trying not to stir him awake. Little did you know he had been awake for a while now.

Jungkook didn’t know what exactly you were doing but he had some guesses, you were either looking for your clothes to hastily put on or you were searching for your phone. When you settled back to your previous position, he simply waited. It was a few seconds before you slowly attempted to release yourself from him, grabbing his arm and untangling it from your body.

He gripped your wrist, locking it in place before he deepened his voice, mimicking a sleep deprived tone.

“Baby?” He kept his eyes shut as the next words left his lips.

“Where are you going?”

“T-To the bathroom.” The stutter. You were nervous, but you almost always were so it wasn’t clear to Jungkook what exactly was making you nervous. He opened his eyes slowly, taking in your figure.

You were gripping onto the sheet tightly, as if you were scared it was about to slip off. Cute, he thought to himself. The fact that you bothered with modesty after what you two had just finished doing was endearing if not just borderline amusing to him . Jungkook’s eyes scanned over your face, looking for the cause of your startled expression.

You looked guilty, he concluded.

That was expected but he wasn’t sure if you were simply guilty for the act itself or for something else. He knew your kind nature was getting to you already, it was clear you were feeling guilty and regretful for what you had done behind your friend’s back.

He wasn’t stupid. Jungkook knew your sudden arrival here and your willingness to sleep with him wasn’t a sign of your complete compliance. Granted, it had worked in his favor marvelously but it had been too sudden, too abrupt. It was obvious to him that you had made the decision in a moment of panic and complete distraught. He wondered what your conclusion had been, what you thought you would gain from this.

If only it would have been so easy, his thoughts whispered. If only your mind and soul had been as easy to obtain as your body.

“You okay?” He asked you, coming to caress your cheek.

Your words wouldn’t be truthful but your expression might give you away.

He watched your eyes remain on his own, your stare wasn’t focused though. It lingered on his eyes but then shifted over to scan other parts of his face.

That’s new, he thought.

You rarely kept eye contact, it was something that bothered him greatly but he came to find the habit cute. It proved to him that you were far too easy to intimidate, you never established dominance, and you certainly never showcased any sort of stance that would make him cower or back down.

He liked it that way.

But your newfound unmoving stare had to stem from somewhere and Jungkook had his suspicions already.

“Yeah,” You replied, your voice a bit breathless. The sound nearly made him harden again, he already missed your whimpering beneath him and the feeling of your tightness around him.

“I just really need to use the bathroom.” You added and his eyes darted back to yours, wondering if you were sore.

You must’ve been, he thought as he nodded silently and let go of your wrist.

He watched you scoot out of bed, trying your best to cover your entire body with the bed sheet but once you stood up, his hands came to tug on the sheets, causing it to easily slip off your body.

He let out a chuckle at your mortified expression, the way you turned your head at an alarming speed towards him.

“Jungkook!” You gasped but he only continued to laugh as he took in the way you tried to cover up your exposed breasts, he got an eyeful of them before you turned back around with your back facing him.

But he had noticed something, the way you had kept your left hand to your side, completely shielding it from his view.

“Why bother, I’ve already seen it all baby.” He said honestly, still not understanding why you attempted to keep your body a secret, he had explored it to the fullest already. His lips tilted as another thought came into his head.

“Besides, those little skirts you wear all the time don’t leave room for much of the imagination.”

The image of your bare legs had haunted him enough, the way your skirt would nearly expose your entire ass when you bent over slightly. It had nearly sent him over the edge plenty of times. He quite liked them though, how the seemingly innocent attire could be so tempting, or maybe it was just because he found you to be tempting in general. He was infatuated with anything you did.

Jungkook’s eyes were locked on your left hand, he watched you shift it over to the middle of your chest again. He tilted his head, wondering again what you were hiding.

You were holding something.

And he would bet anything it was your phone.

“Can I at least borrow one of your shirts?” You asked in a timid voice and he was quick to comply, reaching over to grab the shirt he had previously taken off and thrown to the floor. He moved across the large bed and kneeled on the mattress. He was right behind you now, he hung the material in front of you until you took it hesitantly.

His hand then came to grasp your waist, pulling you back into his chest and nuzzling his face into your neck.

You were so so soft.

He took the opportunity to peek down, it was slightly hard to fully view what was gripped so tightly in your hands but he caught a glimpse of the upper part of your phone poking out from your hand.

“Don’t be long.” He mutters to you before placing a kiss on your cheek, wishing more than anything to throw you back on the bed.

With that you scurried across the room, your hurried steps echoing throughout the space and he heard you shut the door behind you before a locking sound followed.

Locking doors.

That was all he needed to confirm some of his suspicions.

He pursed his lips, coming to eye the space where you had been laying on his bed. His eyes then scanned over to the camera that was placed on the corner of the ceiling , the red light flashing back at him.

A light smirk formed on his lips as he cocked his head to the side.

You had seen the camera.

He almost scoffed in disbelief.

You had seen the camera yet had said nothing to him.

Perhaps you were a lot more compliant than he had realized, it was so much easier to move your chessman in his favor when you were too busy focusing on the next move of your scorned lover instead. Because if you had not voiced your knowledge of the camera he had placed there, then that could only mean you were too terrified to anger him in fear he would send it directly to Eunji.

You were far too predictable for your own good.

It almost enraged him, a burning feeling had made its way into his chest. Even after you had given yourself to him in a way you had never to anyone else , it was only the shell of you, your heart had still been with Eunji.

But he knew that, he knew it the moment you had stepped inside his apartment. He had known it the moment you had said you wanted him. You were such a pretty liar, an awfully bad one but he couldn’t help and take advantage of your moment of weakness. In your first great mistake in an attempt to outsmart him, you had only tied yourself further to him.

Of course even if you had seen the camera beforehand , he would have still gotten his way tonight. He wouldn’t have to do much convincing, Eunji was such a lovely puppet that he enjoyed far too much being the master of. He knew your friend was head over heels for him, she practically worshiped his every word. One allegation against you and she would be on your neck, he could practically hear the insults and accusations against you.

Besides, why wouldn’t she believe him? He had done a great job of coaxing her to give in to her true nature, the nature she was too much of a coward to fully show to you. 

You really did need better friends.

And a much better love interest that actually reciprocates your feelings.

Jungkook got up from the bed, coming to put on his boxers that were laying on the floor. He took a quick glance at your bag on the side of his bed before taking slow steps to the bathroom. He could hear your faint voice before he even reached the door.

Unfortunately for you, these walls were just as thin as the ones in your apartment.

He leaned against the door, not even needing to press his ear against the door to hear the slightest bit of your conversation.

“How about we meet up? To talk somewhere?” Your soft voice echoed and he knitted his eyebrows in concentration, he already had a good idea who you were talking to.

It had to be her. It was always Eunji when it came to you, much to his distaste.

You were silent for a moment before you rushed out the next words.

“Yeah I’ll see you there.” He wanted to laugh.

No you wouldn’t, he thought.

He’d be damned if he let you ditch him here like he was some cheap one night stand. Did you really think he would let you go so easily? Especially after he’s had you already, he was starting to truly despise the way you would easily give into your little friend.

You should be willing to give that easily to him.

You were his after all, not hers.

But he had to be patient, you would soon realize that on your own, with a little help from his part.

He heard you shuffling for a few moments before he heard the sink running. Soon, the door flung open in his face but he didn’t flinch as you nearly walked right into him.

“Fuck!” You exclaimed , completely startled by his sudden appearance.

“Sorry,” He said, adding every bit of genuineness into his words. “ Needed to piss.”

He watched you nod, your eyes shyly taking in bare chest and slowly shifting downward where his boxers hung lowly on his waist, something that would have fueled his ego even more but his vision was fixed on the phone in your hand instead.

You walked forward and he waited for you to take a few steps before his voice halted your movements.

“Calling someone ?“ He asked as he watched you stiffen. You really did give yourself away rather easily.

“Uh, n-no I just..” You stuttered and he raised a challenging eyebrow, narrowing his gaze.

Such a bad liar baby.

“Eunji wants to meet up for coffee.” A more casual tone takes over but Jungkook noticed how your lip trembled while saying it.

He thought over your clear excuse, wondering if Eunji did indeed say that to you over the phone. But he knew his supposed girlfriend fairly well, memorized her behavior not with any interest in mind for her but rather to use for his own benefit.

“This late?”

Either way, he didn’t want you meeting up with her right now. Eunji had most of your attention as it was, and he was determined to change that. He couldn’t help the overwhelming jealousy that took over him, the thought of you preferring her after he was the person you needed all this time.

He was the only person who loved you as you were.

“Yeah,” You tell him with a shrug and he finds your attempts to appear casual and slightly comical. “She wants help with some project.”

He gives you a slow nod as his eyes pick you apart, trailing down your figure before meeting your gaze again.

If he was being honest with himself, he was already growing bored  talking about your friend. He much preferred you two to get back the previous activities you had been indulging in.

“You told her you couldn’t , right?” He questioned but it was anything but a question and he hoped you could sense the subtle threat in his words.

He really did not wish to bare the more than unpleasant side of him at this moment. You had only scratched the surface previously, you had no true idea of what he was capable of if you pushed him far enough.

You fell silent for longer than he would like but he continued to stare at you, an inner battle beginning and he forced himself into your head once again. He could see you weaken, doubt yourself and think over your next words. You always overthink, but it always worked in his favor.

“Yeah,” You break the stare off, backing down from the battle and the pleasant words hit his ears. “ I-I just told her we could meet up tomorrow instead.”

Another lie, but it didn’t matter.

He closes the space between you, coming to grasp the back of your neck and laying a peck on your lips to show how content he was with your answer. But then he pauses as he notices you trembling, a frown immediately taking over his lips as he takes your hands.

“You’re shaking?” He tells you, caressing your soft skin and concern takes over him, he could sense how unsettled you had become.

“Anxiety.” You forced out, and he nods, preparing himself for what is coming. He knew how panic attacks looked like, after all, he had seen them far too often growing up. And he knew you were seconds away from one.

“You’re okay baby,” He assured you, coming to squeeze your shoulders and trying his best to keep you calm. He knew that was the key point, he needed you to remain calm and know nothing was going to happen to you.

“Just count to 10, you’re fine.” He adds, coming to gently massage your trembling hands that only seem to shake more vigorously as more seconds pass. He sees you mumbling the numbers in a much too panicked whisper and the scene is all too familiar.

It was as if his mother was in front of him, you resemble her too much. In every way. Your distressed and helpless gaze, searching for some type of comfort that would free you from your monstrous mind.

And in that moment, he felt like his father.

But he wouldn’t react like his father, he wouldn’t do every wrong thing he did. He may have resembled his father in other ways but he was the exact opposite of him when it came to handling his most precious loved ones.

“I can’t breathe.” The terror in your voice breaks his heart and he lowers his gaze to meet yours.

“Yes you can.” He insists, letting his tone remain calm. You had to understand nothing was wrong, you needed that reassurance.

Most of all, you needed to feel like what you were feeling was valid. Like you weren’t a burden, or overreacting in the slightest.

“You can breathe just fine, you’re breathing right now.” He points out and watches you swallow before pulling away from him.

“N-Not enough.” You make out and go to pace back and forth, trying to release the overwhelming anxiety in your body. You were even similar in that, his mother always fled the room whenever she couldn’t handle his father’s yelling at her no longer.

When he noticed you trying to tug on your hair, he came to grab your hand, his eyes momentarily lingered on the phone gripped in your other hand and he took it swiftly from you.

You wouldn’t notice much in this state.

“Hey, hey.” He attempted to get your attention back on him, gently reminding you that he was here. He would always be here.

“You’re okay, I promise.” And he would promise you would always be okay, as long as you were always by his side.

Your eyes dart everywhere but to him and he waits patiently for them to return where they need to. Finally, you look back at him and he breaths in and out, waiting for you to copy him. You follow his actions but your breaths are still fast and rushed.

“Too fast, slow down.” He orders softly, and you repeat the action, this time actually taking your time to breathe in the air and let it out slowly.

“Yeah just like that, baby.” He praises you, feeling a bit better upon seeing your more relaxed state. But he knew what would help you even more.

“Stay here, I’ll be right back.” He tells you before quickly turning around and exiting the room. He walks over to his kitchen, going straight for the fridge and he wasted no time in pushing the plastic lid of the ice maker, two ice cubes falling in his palm instantly.

“The cold sensation helps distract me, it forces your mind to focus on the pain of the ice on your skin instead of your thoughts.” His mother told him with the slightest bit of a smile.

“Why do you need to distract yourself from your thoughts?” He had asked her, in the oblivious and curious nature any kid had at his age.

“Because they are what make me freak out.” His mother replied with a sigh, gripping the ice cube tighter.

“I thought daddy was the one who made you cry.” He said , coming to lay his head on her lap and she ran her fingers through his locks gently.

“No sweetie, it’s not daddy…it’s me. I just get sick sometimes..” She whispered the last part and Jungkook could feel the way her fingers shook slightly against his head.

 He pushes the memory away before he turned to head back towards his bedroom. But he paused, nearly forgetting something. He took a look at your phone and pressed the power button.

The screen lit up, displaying a picture of you and Eunji as your background.

He glared at it, letting out a scoff.

Thankfully, you had not put a passcode on it yet. Something that surprised him a little but he would admit you were not the brightest when you were under pressure.

He set your phone on the kitchen counter before he went back to the room and found you standing in front of some of his picture frames that he had hanging from his wall.

“Hold this,” You flinched at his arrival. He placed the ice cube in your hands carefully and watched as you gripped them tightly.

“I used to see my mom do that when she had panic attacks.” He told you and the surprise on your face came quickly, your eyes widening ever so slightly.

You know so little about him that every small detail about his life must have shocked you.

“Your mother has panic attacks?” You asked him.

Or maybe you were actually sympathizing with him, he wondered. Sympathizing with his mother, relating to her.

He wanted you to sympathize with him, his past could be of good use to have a tighter grip on your fragile heart and empathetic nature.

He nods, coming to place his hands over yours.

“When I was a kid, I used to watch her have them all the time.” He says to you as the memories come flooding in, his mother’s panicked whispers, his father yelling, him sobbing in the corner of his bedroom.

“I didn’t really know what it was back then so it used to scare me to see her like that.” He thinks back to all the times his younger self had been far too confused to fully grasp the severity of the situation. He smiles at the thought of his immature nature as a kid, continuously asking his mom what was wrong and why she was acting weird.

His smile weakens though when he remembers his father and his poorly executed attempts to resolve the chaotic situation that unfolded repeatedly in his household.

“My dad always used to get angry at her, it made things a lot worse as you can imagine.”

So much worse.

There was no doubt in him that his father had loved his mother, but he had not loved her right. He should have loved her far more, should have taken more intelligent approaches. He knew that even at his young age at the time, he knew that wasn’t how love should have been. It should have been stronger, strong enough to understand and look past your lover’s flaws, to deal with them instead of running away from them and hoping they would go away.

“I never used to get why he used to freak out on her, you know? She couldn’t control it.” He frowned, the words were true. He knew his mother couldn’t control it but that didn’t excuse what she had done either.

He watched as you went quiet, watching him. He knew he had you in that second, you were far too kind.

Just like her.

So sweet and gentle, you open up your heart too easily and let others walk over you. Gave too much love to the wrong people.

“I’m sorry.” And there it was again, apologizing for things you had nothing to do with. If you were smarter, less kind then perhaps this wouldn’t have easily moved you.

“All better?” He asks, and you look up at him with those conflicted eyes again. He gave you a smile when he noticed you were no longer shaking, your breathing had steadied at last.

He had done it, he succeeded in taking you out of your horrid mind for a moment. He had known how to handle it, how to handle you.

“Y-Yeah.” You say and start to pull away but he catches your hand again, laughing a bit before he takes you back to the bathroom.

“Dry your hands, baby.” He brings you over to the sink, letting you dry your wet hands with one of the small towels.

“You’re staying the night.” He stated, knowing you wouldn’t protest against it. You had not gone with Eunji so you had to have known better by now to refuse this.

He wraps his hands around your waist, eager to feel you again. He pulls you back against his waist and meets your reflection in the mirror in front of you both. A raised eyebrow is all he sends you in response to your silence.

You nod without a word and he can’t help the immense satisfaction at your obedience. He smirks into your neck, and he doesn’t miss the way your breath hitches when his fingers go underneath the t-shirt of his you’re wearing, trailing up your bare skin.

His mouth grazes your neck, completely relishing in the way he could practically see the goosebumps on your skin.

“I can’t believe you’ve deprived yourself from sex for so long.” He confesses his thoughts, truly wondering how you had not engaged in the lustful act for so long. A college girl at her prime age so starved from one of the greatest pleasures in life.

You really were the one for him, even unknowingly saving yourself for him only. It was insanity.

“With such a pretty face,” He wonders as his fingers trailed further up your stomach, coming to finally palm your breasts fully. “ And body.”

“ You drive me crazy.” He groans into your neck and he feels your fingers tug at his hair harshly, causing a surprised chuckle to leave him. He had not expected that little bold move from you but he found himself loving the idea of discovering what exactly you would be into when it came to sex.

His hands continue to knead your breasts, circling your nipples slowly and he knows you're getting fed up with it by the way your breathing has quickened. He himself could feel the intense arousal begin to build up, the hardness returning already.

He stops his movements, taking notice in the way your eyebrows had knit together at the loss of touch. He immediately turns you around and lifts you up, gripping the bottom of your thighs as he crosses the space over to the shower. Sliding open the glass doors, he holds you up against the tiled walls and uses one hand to turn on the shower head. The warm water falls on you both and he wastes no time in connecting your lips back to his.

You are more than compliant in the matter, your eyes falling shut as his tongue slips in with no warning. You let out a moan and he groans against you, his mouth moving to the side of your neck where a bruise was already forming from his earlier actions.

You really didn’t look that regretful right now.

Jungkook sets you down for a moment , taking the soaking material of the t-shirt and throwing it off you. It leaves you exposed to his hungry gaze that can’t seem to get enough no matter how much he takes. You let out another gasp as he moved you to the other side of the shower, pressing you up against the fogged up glass door instead where the water barely hit either of you.

You looked so pretty like this, completely wet and bare for his eyes only.

His mouth reconnects with your neck again, but this time he drags it down over to your breasts. Taking your nipple into his mouth as he sucks harshly.

“A-Ah Jungkook!” Your high pitched whine rings in his ears, only encouraging him. His fingers slip underneath the thin material of your underwear, and he nearly lets out a moan himself at the feeling of your wetness pooling over his digits.

It earns another whimper from you , he twirls his tongue around your nipple one last time before his mouth finally leaves your left breast, leaving a trail of saliva on it. His thumb comes to harshly brush over where his mouth had just been.

“You’re such a dirty girl, acting all proud and modest.” He comes up to whisper roughly in your ear. His other hand continues working on your lower region, fingers rubbing against your folds until he finally lets two digits slide in.

He watches your mouth fall open, your pretty face scrunching up in evident pleasure.

“Acting like you didn’t just let me fuck you moments ago.” He hissed as he dragged his fingers in and out in a much quicker motion than he had last time.

“Fuck!,” You moan, eyes darting down to where he had his knuckle deep in you, and he almost laughs at your expression.

He curls his fingers inside of you, searching for the same spot that had you coming so effortlessly earlier. His eyes were fixated on your breasts and the way the water from the shower was still dripping off them.

“I’m so fucking hard baby.” He grunts against you, not stopping his relentless pace with his fingers. He watched your back arch, your hands coming to grip his shoulders tightly as another silent moan leaves you, your mouth hung open.

“Ah! J-Jungkook I’m close,” He loves the sound of you begging him, absolutely adores it. “ I’m so close.”

He hums against you, thrusting his fingers one more time before you let out a very vocal moan, your eyes shutting briefly as your chest falls and rises. He instantly feels your release on his digits, and he pulls them out, rubbing the sticky substance against your folds.

“Feel good?” He asks in a breathless whisper and you nodded twice, head still seeming completely out of it, too focused on the blissful experience.

You continue to let out more breathless whimpers as he pulls out his fingers, and brings them over to his mouth.

“You taste so sweet,” He tells lowly, tongue sucking every bit of you from his fingers and he can only imagine his head between your thighs now, how good that would feel for you both.

You watched him, eyes still on his fingers before your gaze shifted to the side.

You were still so shy, he mused.

“You know what would make me really happy?” He asks you, face inching so close to yours that you had no choice but to look back up at him. He smiles down at you, gently coming to hold your chin, brushing your lower lip with his finger.

“For you to return the favor.” His words were dripping in desire and you seemed to catch on immediately to what he was referring to.

Your eyes traveled down, stopping directly at his crotch. His fingers played with the top of his boxers, slowly tugging them down to reveal his rock-hard cock that was dripping in pre-cum.

He sees you start to kneel but you hesitate for a second, biting your lip in contemplation.

“We’ve already gone as far as there is to go baby,” He says with a half sultry smirk, coming to smooth out the skin of your cheek with his thumb. “ What’s holding you back from this?”

It was true, Jungkook concluded there was no point in trying to save face, no matter how guilty you would feel afterwards, you would not regret it in the long run. He would make sure of that.

His tempering words seem to fully convince you and you fully kneel before him, placing your hands hesitantly on his thighs as your mouth inched towards his throbbing cock.

“Just like this,” He instructs in a soft whisper, guiding your hand over to his length, fingers stroking him up and down in slow motions .

His hands leave yours and you continue without his assistance, wrapping your fingers around his length fully and steadily increasing the pace.

“Fuck,” He grunted, knitting his eyebrows, he had a full view of your breasts from here, that mixed in with your touch was driving him completely over the edge.

“You’re doing so good, keep going.” He urged you, and you easily complied,continuing to stroke him. He felt overwhelming pleasure take over him, and he knew it was pathetic but he wouldn’t last much longer.

You were too perfect at this.

“Baby, baby I need your mouth.” He said in a rushed whisper, his hand coming to grip your hair, pushing you forwards slightly. You licked your lips, taking one glance at him before you wrapped your mouth around his cock. You were clumsy, showcasing your inexperience but he guided your head back up, letting you start slow.

You seemed to take his hint, one hand still on the lower part of his length as your tongue came to lick off the precum on the tip. His jaw clenched at the wave of arousal that washed over him.

“You’re doing so fucking perfect baby.” He moaned, unable to keep down his clear pleasure and your tongue came to lick the side of his cock again, twirling it around. He gripped your hair tighter, wishing he could shove his entire cock down your throat but he remained still, waiting for you to explore further.

Your lips then slowly wrapped around his cock again, this time taking him in halfway and he swore he nearly came in that moment. The image of your pretty lips around him was too much, it sent a slight tremble through his body.

“So pretty with your mouth around my cock.” He breathed and felt the muscles in his thighs clench when you took him further in, beginning to bob your head up and down while your other hand stroked what you couldn’t take fully inside your mouth.

“Fuck, just like that.” His hand is still tightly holding your hair and he thrusts his hips forward slightly, causing you to take him in even further and he watches you gag on his length.

That only edges his release more.

“Sorry baby,” He apologizes despite not feeling the least regretful for the immense pleasure that shot through him. His gaze is glued to your mouth continuing to take him in, and the way your other free hand is gripping his thigh so tightly.

“Look at me,” He orders, tugging your hair again and your eyes meet his. He comes to brush away some of the loose strands of hair from your forehead, your skin clammy from the steam of the hot shower and everything feels absolutely perfect. He was sure he could never let you go after this, nobody would be able to replace you. Nobody could come close.

He holds your stare as your cheeks sucked in on him, your eyes were slightly glossy still from he had thrusted into you and you looked so beautiful to him. Jungkook’s breath hitches, feeling his release approaching at a rapid speed. His fingers curled against your hair as he bit his bottom lip harshly, letting out a curse every other second.

“Fuck fuck baby,” He whispered in a hiss as your hand grazed a lower region of his length, he no longer could withhold the overwhelming sensation and he tugged your head back a bit as his muscles tensed up completely. His cock twitched in your mouth as he came, the hot liquid filling your mouth and you flinched back a bit.

You swallowed most of it but he moved your head back completely. He steadied his breathing and watched as you came to wipe his cum that was still running down your chin. He ran his hand through his wet hair, tilting his head back as he finished relishing in the last bit of arousal that traveled through him.

He knew it wouldn’t be long before he would harden again just by looking at you like this. He grabbed arms, bringing you back to your feet before his lips pecked yours.

“I love you, you know that right?” He mumbled against your lips that were still glistening with the remains of his release.

You didn’t respond, only gave him a wide eyed look before nodding.

He kissed you again, harder this time and his arm locked around your waist while he used his other one to lift you back up, wrapping your legs around him.

“I love you so much baby.” He repeated, bringing you both under the shower head.

With every love confession he felt your body stiffen but Jungkook ignored it.

He knew he had you, you just didn’t realize how deeply you were falling yet. Your mind was still in denial but Jungkook knew the doubts he had planted inside your head would soon turn completely in his favor, you would soon be the one begging for him.

—-

You were finally asleep, you kept tossing and turning in your spot and Jungkook could only imagine what was keeping you from being at ease. He soon became aware just how much your mind never seem to shut off, which was burdensome.

His fingers trailed down your exposed arms, his eyes watching carefully how your lips were set in a pout and regulated breaths left you. He slowly got out of bed, taking another wary glance at you before stepping out of his bedroom and going towards the kitchen.

His hands reached over for your phone that he had left on the counter, immediately going to your most recent texts with Eunji.

From Eunji: Hey I’m sorry about everything I said. I think you might be right about Jungkook. Can we talk?

He frowned, his lip tilting upwards as he read the text over again.

It seemed like you were having some interesting conversations about him. What had you told Eunji about him that could of made her doubt? It couldn’t have been much, he knew you wouldn’t have hinted at cheating, that would of been incredibly stupid on your part. Did you simply give a usual best friend run down about not approving of her boyfriend?

That was a tricky route as well, he couldn’t imagine you saying that either giving how fearful you had seemed about her suspecting you had any feelings towards her.

Whichever it was, you had made a great mistake. His eyes read over the time Eunji had sent it, it had not been that long ago. Jungkook stared at the text in silence for a couple more seconds, his mind filling with possibilities and the realization soon settled in.

She had sent this text after you two had slept together.

If you had been putting ideas into her head about him beforehand, why had you suddenly decided to come sleep with him? Unless, something had urged you and changed your mind last minute.

Unless Eunji had said something else to you right before you had come to him.

He scrolled down, eyes landing on the rest of the texts.

To Eunji: What do you mean? Did he do something?

From Eunji: No

From Eunji: Well, I don’t know..

The messages ended there and Jungkook thought over what could have possibly made Eunji say that. There was nothing, he had been the perfect boyfriend. Or had there been a slip up? It was unlikely , he never made moves without precise calculations, he always thought over what his actions could result in.

He had made sure to not overdo it and he knew how to play the part. He had some previous experience with other girls, he knew what was expected of a boyfriend, he knew how to emulate that rawness and make it seem real. And it wasn’t like it was that hard, Eunji was fairly easy to please , or maybe her standards had truly been low in the past.

Jungkook had been determined in making her fall in love with him, and there was no doubt in him that he had succeeded to the fullest. He could see it in the way she looked at him every time they were together, the giddiness and need to please him. Eunji looked at him the same way he looked at you.

While it wasn’t particularly hard to be with Eunji physically, she was a conventionally attractive girl after all , it was getting harder and harder for him to indulge in romantic acts with her. Not only because he despised her, and didn’t enjoy seeing the little moments of joy he had to give her but because everything he did with her was what he wanted to do with you so badly. Every gentle touch, every kiss, every romantic gesture, the only way he could manage to do it with such perfection was because he was imagining it was you the entire time instead.

And it had worked.

But after tonight, he wasn’t so sure it was going to be as easy. Now that he knew what it was like to have you, actually have you and not the deluded image of you, he couldn’t imagine being with anybody else.

Jungkook bit his lip, opening your Google maps , enabling your location and sending the tracking link to his own phone before deleting the evidence on your device. He clicked out of your messages and sat your phone down, grabbing his phone from the counter now instead.

He pulled up his contacts, finding Eunji’s and his jaw clenched as he sent the text.

To Eunji: Hey babe, do you want to go out for dinner tomorrow? I’ll pick you up at 8. Love you.

He sighed as he walked back down the hallway, eager to be next to you in bed again.

—-

After dropping you off at your apartment, Jungkook could only focus on your touch that still lingered on him. You had taken up most of his mind now, more than usual. It left little room for anything else to maintain his attention for long.

As he expected you had not even questioned why he had your phone when he gave it back to you, either you were too caught  up in whatever lie you were going to tell Eunji for where you were last night or you were simply too afraid to confront him at all.

Jungkook didn’t know how to feel about that. Ideally , he didn’t want you to always fear him but he soon learned that intimidation was a perfect ploy when it came to control. If you fearing him was what made him get what he wanted, then by all means, he was willing to intimidate you to no end.

However, he knew his limits. He couldn’t intimidate you too much, only enough to keep you from at arm’s length, to have you where he wanted. He didn’t want you to be completely scared of him, quite the opposite, he needed you to find comfort in him. He needed you to depend on him, to seek him out when everything came crashing down.

Even if he was the one causing every bit of destruction in your life.

It was for your own good, he convinced himself.

The pain and suffering that was to come would only be temporary. He soon would wash every worry and better your life completely. He would be your saving grace.

—-

Jungkook had not seen or talked to you since your meeting at the bakery a week ago and if he was being honest with himself, he was still rather upset with you. It was one thing for him to already know you were not being sincere about your seemingly newfound feelings towards him, he had not bought since the start. But seeing you sit there and try to manipulate him into believing you had a change of heart was just adorable.

He almost felt insulted, if he really wanted to hurt you he would have continued to let you think you were the one controlling him for longer but he didn’t feel like feeding into your little poorly executed plan anymore. Did you really think he was that stupid? There’s no way you could have truly believed you had outsmarted him, you had not even attempted to be subtle about it.

Your words you had told him were still fresh in his mind.

“It’s wrong, I know it is. She’s my best friend but…I can’t help what I’m starting to feel for you.” You said softly, the words were everything he would’ve loved to hear, a dream come true for him.

If only they would have been true.

Jungkook couldn’t help but feel bitter, and it was a blow to his ego for sure. He wanted to know where you had gotten the sudden courage to lie so boldly to him, it was nothing like the little white lies you had said to him before in his bedroom.

No, you were putting on an entire show right now.

“You won’t leave me, right? You can’t.” Your voice had taken a higher pitch in an attempt to sound like the thought actually frightened you.

He would admit it was amusing to see you try to use some sort of shit reverse psychology on him, perhaps you were paying extra attention in class lately but unfortunately for you, Jungkook could teach you more about the human psyche than any of your professors ever could.

But he supposed that only showed your innocence, how unnatural it was for you to try and trick people. He thought you would make a good therapist one day, but only if you had him by your side. Otherwise, you would be an easy target to any other ill intentioned person out there and you might find yourself being subject to the swindling of your own patients.

Jungkook can’t help but feel shocked at you reaching over to grab his hand, gently squeezing it.

Another dead giveaway.

You never initiated intimacy, which was what had immediately given away your act when you had taken him to bed the other night.

“Right?” You repeated in the same tone, and Jungkook simply stared down at your hand, feeling his blood boil.

All he could think about was how much of a lesson you needed to even think you had a chance at playing him like this, he loved you so much and yet you still attempted to make a fool of him.

He forced himself out of the memory but you were all he could think about still, the image of you seated in front of him kept coming back to him.

He had to be patient with you.

Although, he had not been so patient considering he had played you the recordings of your friend’s less than kind confessions shortly after.

He was the jealous type, he could fully confess that.

Seeing you so desperate to fool him in hopes of saving your little friend had really pissed him off. Of course every little thing always went back to her. Your attention was always on her, even when you two had been the most intimate, he could tell all that had been running through your mind was Eunji.

He hated it.

He had hated it from the start but it was much more bearable when he had suspected it was a simple crush, he didn’t think your feelings had ran so deep. Maybe that had been his one and only mistake , underestimating your feelings for her and the tight bond you had formed.

Yet he supposed that would also come to work in his favor, the deeper the feelings, the more it would hurt. And what happens when the person you think to love most betrays you? You break down, your world caves in and you feel every possible emotion there is to feel. Anger, rage, sadness, hopelessness, and his personal favorite, vengeance.

You were already breaking. That recording was the first crack on the glass. He had seen it all your face.

And there was much more to expose about your little friend still.

Jungkook took a lazily sip of his wine, checking the tracker that gave away your location at all times. You were at your apartment now, as per usual. You tended to come directly home after your classes, only occasionally stopping at the library or the cafe sometimes.

He supposed that was not surprising considering your anxiety but he hoped you didn’t isolate yourself completely, that could lead to some dreadful thoughts. He wished he could be with you at all times, making sure you were okay but he figured you needed to start learning some harder lessons. One could say it was unethical to continue to mess with your mind but Jungkook quite enjoyed getting inside your head, he enjoyed the control and how easily it was to maneuver through your thoughts and pin them against you.

You didn’t even realize how much your own mind had become his biggest accomplice.

He exited out of the tracker and went to his storage, clicking on the recording he had shown you.

As the audio played, the memory of it came along with.

“I’m sure you’ve noticed it, the way she looks at you.” Jungkook chuckles, fingers playing with the rims of his wine glass. You two were eating some takeout at his kitchen counter and he leaned forwards,his phone poking out slightly from the front pocket of his jeans.

Eunji gave him a confused look but he didn’t buy it. The girl definitely had to know, she couldn’t be that oblivious.

“What do you mean?” She asked as she took another bite of the steak.

“Come on, you know what I’m talking about. Her eyes practically twinkle.” He adds, giving her a knowing look.

He watched as she swallows her food, knitting her eyebrows.

“Oh, Y/n. Yeah.” She clears her throat, shaking her head as she let out a small laugh. “She’s had a crush on me since forever.”

Forever.

Jungkook stiffened, not liking the sound of you having those insignificant feelings for this girl for so long.

“And what? …You guys ever?..” He forced a teasing tone, raising an eyebrow and he watched as Eunji shook her head immediately.

“No! No way. Purely platonic. You don’t need to worry babe.” Eunji assured him with a closed lipped smile, sounding like she was a bit embarrassed that he had even speculated the idea.

He felt great relief wash over him, knowing that you two never had anything serious. He had already suspected it was a one-sided thing but he appreciated how easily Eunji had confirmed it.

“So, you never liked her back?” He asks , before he paused and let out a small scoff. “ I mean, not that I blame you, she doesn’t seem to be..that appealing.”

Eunji’s eyes widened, letting out a snicker that almost choked no on her food.

Jungkook handed her over a napkin, a look of practiced obliviousness taking over his features.

“No offense, I don’t mean to sound like an ass,” He defends with a laugh.” She seems like a nice girl but…”

He watches her recover, waving him off as she continues to eat.

“No it’s true,” Eunji shrugs and Jungkook nearly glared at her but he forced himself to remain in character.

“I told her you thought her shyness was cute but that café meeting was a little painful.” She says with a sigh.

This was going to be interesting, a lot more interesting than Jungkook had previously thought.

And far easier than he assumed as well.

“Yeah it was awkward as shit, can’t believe you left me alone with her for that long.” He exasperated playfully, coming to take a sip of his wine.

Eunji let out a laugh before she raised an eyebrow.

“Come on, it wasn’t that bad. I have to deal with her everyday, she can be so sweet but god, it’s so annoying at times.”

Jungkook tilted his head to the side ,looking at Eunji closely.

“Is that why you haven’t hooked up with her?” He joked again and Eunji sent him a playful glare, grinning a bit.

“To be honest…it wasn’t like I haven’t fooled around with girls before but Y/n? Come on, you’ve seen her. She’s so…I don’t know, boring? Not my type at all.”

Jungkook’s fingers tightened around his glass so hard that he was sure it would shatter.

“What? You don’t like the boring ones? I heard they are the best in bed.” He forced out with a suggestive smile and Eunji rolled her eyes.

“She has no appeal. I think that’s why she hasn’t gotten with anyone in so long, I kinda feel bad for her but it’s also her own fault, you know?” Eunji took a quick sip of her wine before continuing. “ She could try to..branch out more but she doesn’t..does she really expect someone to just appear out of nowhere and love her?”

The irony of it all was killing Jungkook but he simply nodded at her words.

She was doing such a good job at digging her own grave, barely needing much of his assistance.

And he knew why, Eunji was over sharing your business, and it came too naturally for her. It became clear in that moment that she had done this before, with her past partners most likely.

That enraged Jungkook to no end, he felt the need to defend you, protect your privacy, your dignity and your feelings. It wasn’t like he could control the past but he could control the future and he would make sure Eunji’s future would end in nothing but misery.

“ Even when I talk to her, she’s so awkward, you know? Like when we had dinner. I’m still sorry about that babe,” She shook her head in disbelief. “..she must’ve made you feel pretty uncomfortable.”

Every word she said couldn’t be further from the truth.

“She’s my friend but she can’t hold a conversation to hold her life.”

She was so pathetic, Jungkook thought as he gave her another nod in agreement.

“ I have to agree with that, but I accept your apology.” He reached over to grab her hand, laying a quick kiss on it despite wanting to be anywhere else but with her.

It wasn’t anything new, was all Jungkook could conclude from the conversation.

Eunji had these ill feelings about you for a while, she just seemed like the type to always pretend she was a better person than she actually was. Maybe she was similar to you in the way she was willing to be a people pleaser in the most shallow of ways.

But unlike you, she had no issue complaining about it to anyone that would be willing to listen.

Jungkook straightened when he heard the front door open, eyes darting over to the figure that had just arrived.

“I didn’t know you were coming over..” His mother’s surprised voice greeted him, she took slow steps towards him. She was still in her work clothes, the usual blazer paired with pencil skirt.

Jungkook barely gave her a nod in acknowledgment. He rarely came over to his parents house , and much less when he knew his mother would be around.

“Dad told me you had that professor’s number,” Jungkook announced, watching as his mother put down her purse and gave him a perplexed look.

“The one who used to always come over for dinner.” He clarified in a flat tone and a look of realization took over her face immediately.

“Oh!” She nodded. “ Professor Clark . Old friend from college, yeah I do.”

“I need it.” He stated simply, shoving his phone back inside his pocket. He pointed towards the laptop screen in front of him.

“Looks like he works at this university on the other side of town, I’ve been there before.”

His mother followed his gaze, nodding along but she furrowed her eyebrows as she read over the letters on the screen.

“ Why do you need his number exactly?”

Jungkook clicked out of your college website and gave his mother a sharp glare.

“Can you give it to me or not?” He demanded, not bothering to hide the attitude that slipped into his tone.

His mother’s face dropped, and he almost felt bad for his harsh tone.

Almost.

“U-uh, yeah.” She reached over to get her purse again and took out a blank sticky note. “Hold on.”

She hurriedly wrote down a number before handing it over to him with a small smile.

Jungkook took it, ignoring her smile.

“Thanks,” He muttered, getting off his seat and grabbing his keys off the counter.

“I-I’m making dinner, it’s your favorite.” She called out as he walked past her and made his way over to the front door.

He halted, scrunching up the note in his hand.

“If you want to stay..” She added in a soft whisper, and Jungkook’s heart tugged at the sound. But all he allowed to showcase was anger, and terrible resentment that still haunted him.

“What? Are you trying to give motherhood another shot?” Sarcasm was thick in his words and he didn’t need to look at his mother’s face to know how much the words had hit a nerve.

“Jungkook, please..I-“

“Thanks but I’ll pass, mom.”

With that, he walked out and slammed the door behind him.

—-

Jungkook had forgotten how much of a pain in the ass college was, and how much of a bigger pain the students were. He made his way through the large corridors of your college, his eyes were glued to his phone, continuously refreshing the tracker and making sure your location still displayed that you were at your apartment.

He finally came across the classroom he had been searching for and he raised his knuckles, knocking on it.

“Come in,” He heard the voice on the other side say and he let himself inside the empty classroom.

Professor Clark stood in front of a desk, going over what seemed to be some type of power point and a pile of documents filled his working area.

“Please enlighten me as to why you couldn’t give me an answer over the phone.” Jungkook said, not bothering with a simple greeting.

Professor Clark gave him a hard look, sighing as he adjusted his glasses.

“Jungkook, what you’re asking me to do is …really severe.” He explained to him in a low whisper, motioning him to come closer and Jungkook quickly closed the space between them.

“I know, but if what you are worried about is losing your job, you won’t.” Jungkook assured in a low tone. “My mom is one of the best lawyers you know, this won’t tarnish your job.”

Professor Clark gave him a wary look, not looking fully convinced by the younger boy’s desperate attempts to make him cave in.

“That’s considering if you even get caught,” Jungkook whispered with the lightest of smirks.

Professor Clark shook his head.

“Kid, your mother is a dear and treasured friend of mine and I’m close with your father as well but this is just …too risky. So many things could go wrong.”

Jungkook wasn’t interested in what could go wrong, he knew that this professor could easily do it but he was being stubborn. Jungkook had witnessed how people always played dirty. After all, he had grown up with them, his parents were both wealthy and respectful figures in society. He knew how those types of people pulled strings and used their power to their own advantage countless times.

“I don’t know , Y/n is a fairly good student of mine. Decent grades and a nearly perfect attendance,” Professor Clark informed him with a frown, giving him a questioning stare.

“Why would you want to do this type of thing to her? Is she an ex girlfriend of yours, kid?” He asked Jungkook with a concerned expression.

“No,” Jungkook denied, with a firm shake of his head.” I’m trying to help her, just trust me on that.”

Professor Clark looked to be in deep thought, debating his options and if he was actually willing to do this type of favor.

Jungkook knew he just needed a little push.

“Besides, I think you owe me this for how long I’ve let you get away with practically eye fucking my mother every time you would come over for dinner,” Jungkook muttered in a low hiss, raising a single eyebrow and he saw Professor Clark freeze immediately.

“I’ve never disrespected your mother, we are just good fri-“

“Oh cut the bullshit, to her you might be a simple friend but to you, she’s someone you never got over back in college.” Jungkook cut him off, narrowing his eyes.

There was endless dirty laundry to expose about his family and their group of friends but Jungkook knew it didn’t need to come to that.

“I do wonder how my father would take that.” He tilted his head, “ and I wonder even more how your wife would take that.”

Professor Clark returned his glare, letting out a frustrated sigh. Jungkook wasn’t sure how far exactly this man’s fascination with his mother was but he certainly carried a guilty conscience with how visibly shaken up he had gotten at the mention of his wife.

“Fine, I’ll do it. Give me some time though.”

Jungkook gleamed, letting a full smirk form on his face.

Professor Clark gave him another concerned look.

“ I knew you would grow up to be trouble boy, you have given your poor mother nothing but headaches.”

Jungkook didn’t bother responding, he was already halfway out the door.

—

It was torture, going so long without touching or being close to you but it would be worth it. Jungkook was hellbent on teaching you a lesson, and what better way to do that than to give you what you wanted for so long?

Peace of mind.

Leaving you alone for the past two weeks while he perfected his plans would reward you both soon. If Jungkook knew anything about you, it was that you would be in the same torture as him. You were most likely trying to figure out what his next move was, losing sleep over if whether or not he would expose you to your little friend.

You still held so much hope for her even after that voice recording, he didn’t really didn’t want to show you more but he knew he had to in order to get you to a completely vulnerable state.

His eyes scanned over his phone screen, and he checked the time.

You would be heading to your apartment soon.

Then, right on time his phone vibrated.

From Eunji: You almost here?

He smiled, licking his lips as he typed out the response.

To Eunji: Nearly there, babe.

Professor Clark had texted him earlier that he had done what he asked and it was only a matter of days before you would be expelled from your college for violating one of the most strict rules. Plagiarism. The college had a zero- tolerance policy for it and with the help of his mother’s friend, that essay  he tampered with would be your last at that college.

It was cruel, he would admit it. But he needed you to fully rely on him, he needed to strip you of all the good things in your life so you had nowhere else to run but him.

People made desperate decisions in desperate times, you would be no different.

How could you ever refuse him when he would offer you a completely free ride at another, highly more prestigious college? You would never want to burden your parents more, they were already struggling as it was.

And how were you meant to explain to them you had been expelled for plagiarism of all things? So much embarrassment and shame. You wouldn’t do it, you would avoid going back home at all costs.

He knew your kind nature wouldn’t want to put your parents through that type of stress and disappointment.

But lucky for you, you wouldn’t need to face any of that. You would have him .

Jungkook walked out his childhood room, turning down the hallway and he nearly bumped into his mother but he stepped out of the way just in time.

“Sorry,” He mumbled and his mother gave him a warm look.

“You’ve been coming over more lately, I’m glad.” She told him and he simply stared at her, not knowing what to respond.

“ I have to go.” He says instead and goes to move past her but she grabs his arm, stopping him.

He flinched, eyes immediately going down where her hand was touching him and she lets go instantly.

“I’m sorry, um..” She apologizes and lets out a sigh. “I was just coming to ask you if you have seen my necklace? The butterfly one, I can’t find it anywhere.”

Jungkook bit his lip, eyes focusing on the way she motioned towards her bare neck when the words had left her and he shook his head.

“Haven’t seen it.”

His mother opens her mouth, looking like she was about to say something else but Jungkook walks away before she has the chance. His jaw is clenched as he walks outside and towards his car, not being able to ignore the ache in his heart as he climbs inside.

—

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Captive Love Ch. 4

Hello. Yes. I am alive and I am so sorry I have not posted. I have been so busy and have not had time to sit down and write but I now have a little bit of time to writs so I popped this chapter out. 

I hope you all enjoy and please please please leave feedback!💜

Disclaimer: I do not own BTS. This fic does NOT represent the boys is ANY WAY SHAPE OR FORM.

also: MINORS GTFO

Warnings for this chapter: noncon fingering, public fingering, swearing(? I can’t remember what I wrote to be honest I did this at 2 am lmao) and anything else I missed

If you are uncomfortable with noncon, then i sadly suggest you leave this fic alone.

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Y/N rushed back to the servant’s house and locked herself in her room. Heart beating a million miles a minute, she slumped to the ground and cried. “Why did I do that?!” she sobbed, “Now the princes will be keeping their eyes on me…” All the poor girl could do was cry until she fell asleep.

The next morning, Y/N was jolted from her sleep when she heard a knock at her door. Fearing that it could be Lilith about to throw a fit as to why she wasn’t working or worse, Jungkook, she shrunk back further into her room.

“Y/N” the voice of Emily said from the other side of the door, “are you alright love?” Y/N let out a huge sigh of relief at hearing her friend’s voice. “E-Emily!” she said. “Can you let me in love?” Emily asked. Standing on wobbly legs, Y/N opened her door revealing Emily, Elizabeth and the girl she recognized as the one Jungkook was about to humiliate.

“Oh Y/N! You’re alright! Are you alright?! Did they do anything to you?!” Emily cries out as she begins inspecting her. “I-I’m fine! Really. How did you-” “Maria told us what happened” Elizabeth said gesturing to the girl.

The girl ran to Y/N and gave her a big hug, “Thank you miss! Thank you for saving me. I am so sorry for causing you trouble…”

“It’s alright really,” Y/N told her, rubbing the girls back to comfort her, “I spoke with Prince Yoongi, and he let us off with a warning, but that he will not give us another.”

“What happened after Maria left?” Emily inquired.

Y/N took a breath and told them what happened. However, once she finished her story, it was time to work. As Y/N got ready she feared what would happen if she ran into the princes again.

Luckily, Y/N, Elizabeth and Emily were assigned to cleaning all the dishware in the kitchen, far away from the princes, which brought all of them some peace…

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Yoongi couldn’t focus on his book all day. All he could think about was that “stupid servant girl” as he told himself. He could not for the life of him find a reason to justify his actions on releasing her from punishment. He loved giving punishments! So why… He hasn’t seen the girl all day and it was starting to bug him for some reason. Did she skip work? Now that was a good reason to punish her. But that would be odd just going out of his way to find a specific servant to punish. It would definitely capture the attention of his brothers. Had she gotten in trouble with one of his brothers? Had she-

“Oh brother!” Jungkook said barging into his room with a big smile, “I wish I was there to see it! Next time I hope to partake in the event. I can just imagine her screams… Oh I bet they were lovely! Was her skin smooth before you tore it up?? Oh, how I wish I could have felt it before she was marred…”

“All women’s backs are the same Jungkook. Smooth.” Yoongi retorts.

“Not all of them brother,” the younger huffed, “That maid was exceptionally beautiful. Could have passed as a daughter of a lord if you ask me.”

“Well,” Yoongi huffed, “it’s over with and she has learned her mistake.”

The youngest brother hummed as he paced around his older brother’s bedroom.

Yoongi closed his book with a sigh of annoyance, “What is it Kook?”

“It’s not fair you got the fun. Sure, hunting was fun…But I feel left out. Maybe I should push the girl into making another mistake so that I can take a turn with her!”

“Now why would you want that? You never mess with the servant girls to get them to mess up.”

“I know. They usually just accept whatever happens. But this girl brother, she’s different. She has fight and that intrigues me. I want to break her.” The youngest brother smirks deviously.

“Jungkook-” Yoongi stops his snap back at his younger brother. He cannot let them see that he wants to protect her. He waves his hand and gets up to walk to the door, “Don’t be stupid. There are plenty of women more worthy of your time than her. She’s just a rat. The gala is starting. Mother and Father are expecting us.”

Yoongi left for the dining room leaving Jungkook to his own thoughts.

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Once their chores were finished the girls were given some time to rest before serving dinner to the guests. So they all went to Y/N’s room to finish what they were talking about that morning.

“Well!” Elizabeth sighs sitting on the bed, “I’ve never heard of the princes letting a servant off the hook, let alone Prince Yoongi. He especially never lets anyone go unpunished.”

“Do you think he wasn’t in the mood?” Emily asked.

“No,” Elizabeth said, “He is always in the mood to punish. This is strange. Why would he…”

“Well, he still did threaten me with a ‘next time’ but I think he’s not all that bad as what others make him out to be.” Y/N said nervously.

“Oh no hun! There must be an ulterior motive. Now Jungkook is not as bad of a threat as Yoongi, so you definitely need to steer clear of any more interactions between any of the princes. Just do your job and do it well to avoid any more unfortunate events.” She said with a worried face.

Before anyone could respond, the bell rang throughout the quarters.

“Well, it’s time for dinner to be served to the family and their guests. Let’s go ladies and remember,” she said to all of them but looking at Y/N, “do your job and lay low.”

“Alright ladies! It’s almost time to begin the dinner. You all know your roles so grab your platter or pitcher and get out to the floor! I do NOT want any accidents tonight!” Lilith said.

Everyone began moving and grabbing platters of elegantly arranged foods and large pitchers of wine, ale and water.

Y/N looked at Emily and sighed as she was one of the girls who would serve wine to the guests.

Emily squeezed her arm, “It’ll be alright Y/N. There are so many girls serving drinks so hopefully you won’t be near the royal family.

“I hope” Y/N sighed and made her way to the hall.

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The dining hall was massive. All decorated with expensive paintings and golden decorative features. One long table seating up to 200 guests including the royal family at the end. The royal band playing softly as to not drown out to conversations happening at the table.

Y/N took a breath and made her way towards her guest filling their chalices with wine, not looking them in the eyes as to not taint their status with her inferiority.

The night was surprisingly going well, she had not had one interaction with a royal member. She was beginning to relax. Maybe tonight won’t turn out to be so bad. Everyone had finished the main course and it was almost time for Y/N’s 15-minute break. All she had to do was wait for an esteemed guest to tap their glass and she would refill it with the sweet wine she carried.

“More wine please!” a feminine voice called.

Y/N looked up towards the people she had been serving wine the entire night to only to see that no one at her end had asked for wine. She looked around in confusion until Lilith elbowed her in the side, “The Queen wants more wine girl.”

“T-The Q-Queen?” Y/N whispers.

“Yes!” Lilith hissed, “Rose is still on her break so just go fill her chalice! Go now!” she said shoving the poor girl towards the other end of the table.

‘That’s where the princes are!!’ Y/N screamed in her head.

Out of the corner of her eye she could see Emily trying to get Elizabeth to take her place but Y/N kept walking towards the Queen’s seat.

“Ah finally!” the Queen laughed, “The wine is here! What took you so long girl?! Are we out of wine?”

Y/N did not know what to say. Her brain was malfunctioning. She had the word but couldn’t get them out in fear of saying something wrong.

“When the Queen addressed you, you respond servant!” a deep voice spoke.

Y/N flinched.

“Look at me girl.” The voice said again. Y/N looked up and into the glaring eyes of Prince Namjoon. “Are you mute girl?” Y/N shakes her head. “Are you dumb?” Y/N shakes her head.

“Words.”

“N-No your highness.” She said in a shaky voice her eyes finding Prince Yoongi’s piercing stare causing her to look down at the floor.

“Then answer the Queen.”

Y/N turned to the Queen with a bow, “A-Apologies your majesty. W-We are n-not out o-of wine.”

“Ah,” she said sliding her chalice withing Y/N’s reach to pour, “well the room is big and there is a lot of chatter so it must have been a little difficult to hear. I will let it slide, but I expect this to not happen again.”

“Y-Yes your majesty. T-Thank you.” Y/N bowed again.

She was about to turn back when she heard another voice that frightened her.

“I need a refill as well.”

Jungkook.

Legs shaking, Y/N turned and walked towards Jungkook’s seat. When she reached him, he pushed his glass further into the table beyond her reach.

“So sorry but I am still eating. You can grab it and refill yourself I hope?” he said giving her a smile that looked innocent but she, and Yoongi, knows the trouble behind it.

Y/N bowed her head and leaned over to get the glass, which was properly placed to where her bum was right next to the prince. As she clutched the glass, she felt a hand slip under her dress and rest on her thigh. She almost dropped the glass but let out a small gasp when the hand tightened on her.

“Pour the wine like that and do not move. Unless you want trouble.” Prince Jungkook said in a low voice. “And pour it slow.” He added.

Y/N shut her eyes to keep the tears from escaping and began to pour the wine slowly. Her eyes flew open when she felt a pinch on the inside of her thigh. “Open your eyes rabbit. Or you will spill, and it will be all over for you.” The youngest prince threatens.

Y/N opens her eyes slowly trying to keep the tears at bay, eyes focused on the glass.

“Slower.” The prince orders.

The trail of wine turns into a small trickle while the prince’s hand makes it to the girl’s panties.

Y/N stifles a sob when Jungkook’s hand rubs at the fabric, her face turning red. Once he finds her nub, he pinches it, causing her to give a silent gasp and a single tear.

They both stop what they are doing when they hear a clank of silverware against a plate. They look up to see Prince Yoongi staring at them with an unamused look. Y/N thought she saw anger in his eyes, but she wasn’t sure through her watery eyes.

She is snapped back to reality when she feels her panties being pulled to the side. She was even more horrified when she felt some slick disconnect from her panties. How did she get wet?

“You’re wet my sweet rabbit,” Jungkook chuckles as his fingers swirl around in her slick, “Why don’t you keep pouring my wine love? And look at my brother the whole time.”

“P-Please…” Y/N whispered, “P-Please d-don’t.”

“You want me to stop?” Jungkook whispered, “But you are so wet rabbit. It would be unfair.”

���But t-they-”

“Are too buzzed to notice, well except my brother right there. Let’s give him a show. Now pour. And no sounds.” He ordered, his hands beginning to rub her nub in circles.

Giving a silent whimper, she resumed her task whilst keeping eye contact with Yoongi, her eyes red and watery.

When Jungkook figured his fingers were slick enough, he slid a finger into her pussy. Both of them shuddered. One with fear and one with delight.

Y/N wanted to scream in pain while Jungkook almost came in his pants.

“My sweet rabbit, are you a virgin?” he whispered, earning himself a silent sob from the girl to confirm his suspicions, “Oh how fun! I’m your first fingerfuck.”

With that, he inserted a second finger earning himself a squeeze from her cunt and began pumping in a out. He looked at his brother and smirked, knowing that he was hard as well and began to pump faster.

Jungkook was in heaven. His fingers were being squeezed by the girl’s cunt. Oh, how he wished he could see her face. He then noticed that his wine glass was full, and that the girl was clutching the table liner. Jungkook looked around and noticed that no one noticed what was going on. They were all pretty much drunk except for him, Yoongi and the girl.

Jungkook then grabbed Y/N by the waist and pulled her into his lap and hiked up her skirt a bit more. The new angle allowed him to thrust his fingers deeper.

Y/N looked away to not face the other prince only to have her face turned towards Jungkook.

“Look at me rabbit,” he whispered, “I want to see your face when you come.”

Y/N opened her teary eyes to him and clenched his jacket as she felt something start to blossom in her. Jungkook immediately knew she was close and angled himself so that he and his older brother can see her come undone by the prince’s fingers.

Y/N began to cry and pull Jungkook’s hand away.

“N-No! Please s-stop…I-I can’t”

Jungkook was much stronger than her and kept going, relishing in how her thighs started grinding together.

“You will rabbit,” he whispered in her ear, “You will not refuse my gift of giving you pleasure. Now cum.”

Y/N felt her high come crashing down unwelcomed. She suddenly felt weak and fell back into the prince’s chest as she let out a choked sob. The prince pulled her skirt back in place, patted her arms and pushed her onto her feet, the poor girl breathing heavily and unstable.

“There you go. I hope you enjoyed that as much as we did!” He said with a smile, “Now back to work with you. Thank you for the drink rabbit.”

Y/N grabbed her pitcher with shaking hands and looked at prince as he took his fingers covered in her release and stuck them in his mouth, moaning in pleasure, “and thank you for the desert. Compliments to the chef!” he said with a wink.

Still crying, Y/N bowed to the prince and hurried off to the break room.

Jungkook chuckled and turned to his brother who had a tint of pink to his cheeks.

“She was cute, wasn’t she?” the youngest asked his older brother with a smile, “She’s a virgin brother! Her sweet release tasted like nothing I have ever had before. You must try it for yourself sometime brother!”

The older prince chugged his wine and nodded, “Interesting. She is an intrigues girl I must say. I will have to investigate more on her.”

“You mean ‘in’ her?” Jungkook smirks.

Yoongi rolled his eyes. He could not get that image of Y/N’s face when she came. She looked so beautiful so fragile. It made him want to break her. Want to punish her for cumming by Jungkook’s hand.

The want to break her, punish her, fuck her.

Once Y/N made it to the break room, Elizabeth and Emily were about to head back out to the feast to serve.

“Y/N!” Emily said, “How was the Queen? Was she mad? Did she punish- Oh my god! Are you alright!?” She begins to panic when she sees Y/N’s tear-stained face.

“Y/N, sweetie, is everything okay?” Elizabeth began, noticing Y/N was not focusing on anything in the room and that her eyes are blank.

Y/N started to have a panic attack. Her heart began to beat faster, her mind racing a million miles a minute, her vision began to blacken and her hearing was going in and out.

“Y/N…. hear me….Y/N!!.............help!.......You’re going…………..Y/N!!!”

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