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macabre sneak peek

pairing — jungkook x f.reader (yandere stalker au)

wounds of deception

info — jungkook x f.reader x namjoon (love triangle au)

ceo character profile (headcons and drabbles)

01 (introduction)

02 (dynamics)

03 (jungkook)

04 (hoseok)

05 (taehyung)

starring — taehyung, hoseok, jungkook (ceo au)

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BTS FIC RECS (PART 10)

Jeon Jungkook/Jung Hoseok | J-Hope

blood orange by seokabunny *

“We should’ve held you off from it longer, huh? You got to it so early. Everyone else had to wait.” Hoseok’s voice is buzzing warm and sweet in his ear. “Taehyung and Jimin were twenty-three. Jin-hyung was twenty-seven for his first time.” Jungkook’s drooling, slack-mouthed over the hinge of Hoseok’s shoulder. He can smell the dried sweat all over his pretty, tanned skin. “Hyuuung—” “You were twenty-one, baby. None of the others got it that young.”

Jeon Jungkook/Kim Namjoon | RM

baby by feraljk *

Jungkook wanted Namjoon to be his leader for life—not just on stage, not just at work, not just anything. Every day, every hour, every minute, he wanted Namjoon to be his sun.

begotten by macabre

Jeongguk was ready to start his family. With or without the man of his dreams.

soft skin, soft eyes by babiestbat *

Yoongi hums, tilting his head. “I bet Jungkook would be up for it,” he considers, swirling the rest of his whiskey around in his glass. “He’s really into being eaten out.” Namjoon’s glass slips out of his hand. Thankfully, he’s sitting on the floor, and the glass just bounces a little before settling. “What?” he says. Yoongi laughs brightly, gums on display. “Aish, don’t look at me like that. He likes it a lot! And you know he thinks you’re hot,” he goes on. (Namjoon does not know that, and he feels faint at the thought.) “He’s already seen you at your worst, you could sneeze into him and I’m pretty sure he’d just laugh it off. He’s a perfect first, too. He likes just about everything.” *** Namjoon's never eaten someone out. Yoongi knows the perfect candidate.

Jeon Jungkook/Min Yoongi | Suga

HGU by sseoltangie (WIP) *

Disaster strikes and as a consequence, Jungkook lands himself in prison. But he's tough—all he has to do is survive the next months. At least that's what he thinks. Until he becomes the cellmate of attempted murder convict Yoongi.

Jeon Jungkook/Park Jimin

Come feed the rain by vminkookminv

Jungkook gets teased by his classmates a lot for being a pissbaby. Jimin finds out why.

Jung Hoseok | J-Hope/Kim Namjoon | RM

Lost in the Lights by mangust_d

Alphas around the world are losing their knots due to a mysterious illness. Hoseok convinces Namjoon to try one last thing before he succumbs to a sad, knotless life: visiting an alphas-only club.

Kim Namjoon | RM/Min Yoongi | Suga

Divine and Raw by anon1792 *

It starts, as these things are wont to, with an offhand comment.  Yoongi, in Namjoon’s old don’t be a prick cactus sweatshirt from an adolescent trip to the US with its stretched loose wrist-holes pushed up to reveal his pink elbows, half asleep and half scrolling through his phone while Namjoon works on his dissertation, mumbles, “If you get tested tomorrow, I’ll let you raw me.” Namjoon stumbles and slams his chin so hard into the coffee table, he sees stars.

If Nice Guys Finish Last, Meet Me in the Back by NinjasWearSneakers *

Namjoon has been secretly in love with his best friend Yoongi for years, so he’s familiar with the pain of watching him date other people. Now, Yoongi is getting married, and Namjoon is his best man, so he’s been trying very hard to prepare himself for the pain of that whole ordeal. However, something much more painful happens instead, leaving Namjoon to try to help Yoongi pick up the pieces.

Just Got the Taste For It by deepslowpanic *

“Maybe that guy just wasn’t your type, Namjoon,” Yoongi says after a few moments of quiet, That could be true. The guy was cute, but he wasn’t exactly what Namjoon thinks he’s looking for. Though he’s not entirely sure what that is, not sure about his type, or quite how to figure it out. “Thanks, hyung.” “Of course,” Yoongi says. “I’m here to guide you on your baby bi journey. I’m like your spiritual guide.” Namjoon snorts. “To what?” “The prostate, obviously.” -OR- Newly out as bisexual, Namjoon is trying to figure out his type and exactly what he’s looking for. But every interaction with his (kind, patient, pretty) roommate pushes Namjoon closer to thinking he might already know…

whoopsie daisy, never knew that was your boo, baby by rayfelle *

Not knowing how to respond to this sudden possible courting situation, Seokjin shuffles away to continue his shopping. Was it a courting gift? Seokjin has never met the human man, but it’s not like that matters much to wolves. Do humans operate the same way? But the human offered him food, which points towards courtship. Once back home Seokjin tries to google his questions, like his coworkers often recommend he does. Google, sadly, does not help at all. (or: a human starts courting Seokjin in the middle of a supermarket - he is determined to do his very best in return while Yoongi has no idea what he has just started)

Garden of Eden by sseoltangie

"But how can we…" Yoongi continued, whispering, scared to burst the bubble, scared Namjoon would leave as soon as he’d spoken the words. “When we’re both omegas.”

Kim Seokjin | Jin/Min Yoongi | Suga

driving getaway by silklace

“I’m not upset.” Seokjin nods. “I can tell by the way your face is all red. And blotchy.”

is this love? by sweetbubble3

four months after breaking up, yoongi logs into his and jin’s stardew valley co-op farm only to find that jin has been playing without him.

love you snow much by caprikoya *

Seokjin stomps into the chalet and shucks off his coat and boots at the door, cheeks and nose burning with the cold. When he throws open the door to the bedroom, Yoongi sits up from where he’s still cocooned in the duvet on the bed. “Did you win?” He asks, blinking blearily at Seokjin with his eyes still puffy from sleep. Seokjin doesn’t answer, because Yoongi knows that solo snowboarding is not a sport that you can win at, and is just being a little shit. Seokjin’s heart swells– he’d missed Yoongi having the energy to be annoying. To show his affection, he climbs onto the bed and sticks his freezing hands down the back of Yoongi’s shirt. Yoongi shrieks like some kind of bird of prey, and then promptly bites Seokjin on the arm. -or- After a long busy period at work keeps them away from each other, Seokjin and Yoongi take a vacation.

SEALed With a Kiss by deepslowpanic (WIP) *

“We’re mates,” Yoongi says simply. “We’re married now, you put my coat around me. Now you’re my husband.” “I -” Seokjin cuts himself off. He feels insane, all of this is insane. It doesn’t make sense, there’s no way Seokjin is suddenly married to a - a - seal? “That’s not how human marriage works,” Seokjin says finally, voice cracking a little. “You can’t just say we’re married.” “Why not?” Yoongi does not seem deterred at all. “That doesn’t matter. Humans are stupid anyway. But you’re hot and you smell nice. You’ll be a good mate. With your broad shoulders, your swimming abilities must be admirable. And you can fish, a provider.” He nods, as if this is all settled. “So you’re my husband.” -OR- Burned out from work, famous YouTube chef Seokjin heads to winter-quiet Jeju to escape for a while. His only goals are to relax, and try to find his spark again. When he rescues a naked man on the beach, Seokjin couldn’t have predicted what he was in for. But an accidentally acquired husband in the form of soft, impish selkie Yoongi might be just what Seokjin needs.

Big things come in small packages by teamkimseokjin (closetfairy) *

Seokjin discovers a new kink when he sees Yoongi rubbing his little round belly after a big meal. Okay, so maybe it's a little more than just a kink..

somebody does love (but i'm thinking `bout min yoongi) by missandrogyny *

One thing that Seokjin’s learned after knowing Yoongi for so long is that if he doesn’t want to talk about it, he really doesn’t want to talk about it, and he’ll do anything and everything to dodge the conversation. It’s why it’s so frustrating to deal with him sometimes; he never wants to talk about things, and if Seokjin’s being honest, he too doesn’t want to talk about things, which means that it’s highly possible for the both of them to just exist beautifully in Not-Talking-About-Things harmony. Hoseok and Namjoon have told them repeatedly that it isn’t healthy or mature for them to be acting like this, which is why Seokjin, being the older one, is out here trying his best. But Yoongi is stubborn on good days and a downright pain in the ass on bad ones, and after three more times shooting down Seokjin’s attempts to talk about it, Seokjin decides to do what any self-respecting man would: He talks to his girlfriend about it. (Or: College AU where Yoongi writes an unhinged pining song, and Seokjin just can't get it out of his head.)

Kim Taehyung | V/Min Yoongi | Suga

i wish you would by lessisabore

alone in his mountain cave, a dragon pines for his human ex-boyfriend

POLY RELATIONSHIPS

OT7 - Relationship

count on me by yeoboluvr

scoring highly on the submissive rating was supposed to guarantee a life of being dommed and pampered. for jungkook, it meant suppressing his instincts, fighting his body, and hiding from his hyungs.

Echoless City by mangust_d (WIP) *

On the same fateful night, Yoongi goes missing during a covert operation, and an injured hybrid is found fleeing from his handlers. Compassion is a luxury afforded to few, but who could resist a bunny in distress? OR: The story of how Seokjin tried to carry the entire world on his broad shoulders and failed miserably.

wisteria by feraljk (WIP) *

Hoseok had gone through four foster packs in the past twenty-two months, and, with two months before he would be sent away for good, he was being given to a fifth. He tried his best to not go soft when he knew it would all be taken away, but even a feral omega latches on to the feeling of home.

Lost Under the Moonlight by ArianneMaya (WIP) *

After being accused of something he didn’t do, Jimin discovers he’s a wolf shifter and is put into the Shifter Reintegration Program. On paper, the program is intended to give ‘unconscious shifters’ in the carceral system a chance at a better, healthier life. In practice, for an unpresented omega like Jimin, it means being handed over to a pack who wants to bitch him. No matter what the program entails, the Bangtan pack wants a new packmate, not a slave. And after running his whole life, Jimin might just find somewhere to call home. That is if he can bring himself to trust them.

dwell by macabre (WIP) *

The pit was the worst prison alphas could be sent to. It was a place to die with no hope, no dreams, no sun. Just a pit so deep in the earth it might as well be hell. Then, an omega is sent down as a prisoner. For the first time ever. Into an ecosystem already designed to eat itself alive.

Jeon Jungkook/Kim Namjoon | RM/Min Yoongi | Suga

daffodils by feraljk (WIP)

Some submissives could live by themselves, could take care of their own spacing and dropping and eating and everything else, but Jungkook - he wasn’t like that. He was weak, his family had always told him so. And now, breaking down in front of a strange dom in a bathroom while he was at work, he’d proved them right.

Jung Hoseok | J-Hope/Kim Seokjin | Jin/Min Yoongi | Suga

You Really Float My Boat by deepslowpanic

“Hoseok-ah? Yoongi whips his head to the side, staring at his husband in confusion. “What?” “Hi, Seokjin hyung,” Hoseok says, voice sweet as honey. “Hi, Yoongi hyung.” “Hello Seok-ah,” Yoongi rasps. When he turns his head, Seokjin is staring at him. “You know Hoseok?” Seokjin asks. Yoongi nods. “I know Hoseok.” he blinks. “You know Hoseok?” Seokjin nods back. Huh. “Wow!” Hoseok gasps, clapping his hands together. “This is so strange! Who would have thought my ex-boyfriends would have ended up married?” -OR- When Yoongi agrees to go on a cruise with his husband, he doesn’t expect to run into his ex-boyfriend. And he definitely doesn’t expect to find out Seokjin dated him too. Shared memories bring up forgotten feelings, and maybe a vacation is the perfect time to let loose.

Jung Hoseok | J-Hope/Min Yoongi | Suga/Park Jimin

only two people by silklace *

Jimin looks up at him. That is, Jimin looks over him. All over him. When his gaze lands on Hoseok’s face, his expression stretches into something annoyed even with all that heat in his looking. “What.” “C’mon.” Jimin swallows. “Come shower with me, baby.” Jimin scratches at the back of his neck. He’s still gripping his phone in his other hand. “Yoonji know you call me that?” It’s not really a question though, not when Jimin knows the answer.

Kim Namjoon | RM/Kim Taehyung | V/Park Jimin

can't look away by eron_less

When Namjoon video calls the guy he's been seeing late one night, he's not expecting to find the guy's best friend in bed with him. Turns out, he's kind of into it.

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Jungkook X reader

Morning routine

Pairing:Jungkook x fem!reader

Warings:none

Genre:fluff

Synopsis: after a sweet movie night last night you and Jungkook go through your regular morning routine but with a little more fun

A/N: people keep reading my older fanfics that are lowkey shit and it's like...PLEASE READ MY ACTUALLY GOOD STUFF 😭😭😭

Jungkook - morning routine 🎥

You watched the TV glow around the living room swallowed by darkness. Jungkook's head rested on your legs as your fingers strummed through his curly hair. You and Jungkook just finished watching the most recent spider man movie in his living room. The credits started rolling with some of the ost's playing in the background.

"What did you think of that?" You said looking down at the sleepy bunny on your thighs. "Jungkook?" You said as you gently tapped his shoulder.

"Oh, it was pretty good," he opened one of his eyes to look up at you through his long bangs accompanied by a little smirk. He then closed his eyes again before snuggling into you. You spotted a blanket behind you on the back of the couch. It was a soft brown and it contrasted nicely with the Grey couch. You took it and laid it over top of Jungkooks body. As you tucked him in, making sure almost every inch of his body was nice and cozy he opened his eyes. He watched as you treated him like your little baby. You noticed his staring eyes.

"What?" You said with some mysterious pink dust on your cheeks.

"You're so good to me," he said with a loving smile as you sat back up with his head perched on your legs again.

"That's because I love you~" you said, pinching his cheek lightly making him giggle and wiggle around. "Good night babes," you said as you pat his head lightly. His eyes fluttered shut and he snuggled into the blanket.

It wasn't long before you heard snoring from him and you realized the TV was still on. You grabbed a remote and exited out of the movie before shutting the TV off. You found a little foot rest to set your feet on nearby. You bent over Jungkook's sleepy head and pulled over the foot rest. You set your feet on top of it. You laid back against the couch and found yourself drifting asleep alongside Jungkook.

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Your eyes slowly opened to a bright lit living room with Jungkook half falling off the couch. You rubbed your eyes as you remembered last night and basically tried to come back from the dead. You stretched and grabbed your phone. You scrolled through some socials and played a game for a short while before decideding it was time to get up. You gently shook Jungkook and he slowly opened his doe eyes.

"Wakey wakey bunny," you smiled down at him. His face softened when he saw you. He lazily raised a hand to your cheek and patted it. You weren't sure what that really meant but you've gotten used to Jungkooks weird behavior. "I'm gonna go make breakfast,"you said patting his cheek back. He sat up off your legs to let you up. He let out a little groan and assumed that was his way of saying okay.

You got up and just started frying some eggs. Cracking each egg on the side of the counter and listening to the eggs sizzle as they hit the surface of the hot pan. As you chefed them up you felt song arms wrap around your waist. You jumped slightly before sighing.

"Smells yummy," he said in his morning voice as he rubbed his face into the corner of your shoulder. His wavy morning hair tickling your neck and you smiled. Like a motherly smile. The kind of smile a mom gives her kids when they're all playing nicely together.

You finished your underwhelming breakfast and sat down at the kitchen table. Bam came trotting over and sat under the table by your feet. Jungkook sat next to you as he ate your meal as if it were his last day on earth. There was hardly an opportunity to talk to him. Meanwhile you were calmly cutting up your food and eating it piece by piece. You took a deep breath as you watched the fool with all the love in your eyes. Jungkook caught your loving stare and gave you a cute little bunny smile. You laughed at his adorable expression.

"Why are you staring at me?" He said after swallowing his food.

"You're just so perfect," you said with a grin.

"I'm eating like a pig right now. What do you mean?" He said, cocking an eyebrow. You laughed your ass off before shrugging.

"I don't know. You're just you!" You said standing up with your plate in hand. You walked over to the dishwasher as Jungkook's eyes followed your figure. You gestured for him to give you his plate and he waddled over with his plate and utensils. He had a goofy grin on his face as you did these little tasks for him.

You and your boyfriend have a general morning routine. Eat breakfast, brush teeth, brush hair, skin care, and stretch. The rest of the day was pretty much just a whim. Without even saying anything you went to the bathroom as JK waited outside shifting from side to side. Then you traded spots. He went to the washroom as you adjusted the heat pump. After a while you joined him in the bathroom. The two of you brushed your teeth when Jungkook had a great idea.

"We should do that thing where I hold your tooth brush and brush your teeth and you do the same for me!" He said with a smile. You shrugged your shoulders.

"Why not," you giggled as you handed him your toothbrush. He gave you his and you awkwardly brushed his teeth. It was quite the funny feeling and you laughed. It got chaotic quickly. Choking each other, brushing each other's lips, it was so fun for no reason. Jungkook took the tooth brush out of your mouth and rubbed the toothpaste on your nose. "Hey!" You yelped as Jungkook laughed at you. That's when you grabbed some mouthwash and chucked it in his mouth, catching him way off guard. Now it was your turn to laugh at him.

"Alright bring it on!" He said as he tackled you and started coloring your eyebrows with toothpaste. You laughed and squirmed around. You got an elastic from a little jar on a little rack beside the sink and messily tied his hair back with it. After you did that he grabbed a handful of Bobby pins and put them in your hair. You laughed hysterically.

"Why!?" You laughed as you rolled over on the floor. You then noticed some body butter on the side of the sink and you grabbed it. You grabbed a big scoop of it before drawing a smiley face on his forehead. You laughed at how silly he looked. Meanwhile he smiled at you with the most pure in love eyes you've ever seen. He then placed toothpaste kisses all over you. You squirmed around as you laughed saying, "that tickles!" Jungkook stopped and you both let out big sighs.

"We should probably actually get ready now," Jungkook said as he stood up with a big grin. You nodded and washed yourself up.

After the whole bathroom fiasco you and Jungkook did some quick morning stretches in the living room. After that Jungkook did the dishes from last night. Popcorn bowl, some cups and other random things that were thrown in the sink. Meanwhile you were vacuuming and cleaning the bathroom. Jungkook moved onto doing some laundry as you showered.

After all the morning chores you and Jungkook found each other sitting on the couch in the living room. Jungkook placed his Nintendo switch into the TV and you brought yours out to the living room. You sat next to him on the couch and you wrapped a blanket around both of you.

"So this is the plan today?"

"One hundred percent," he said with a grin and a determined head nod.

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Chasing Shadows | Cat & Mouse

↳  Jungkook x f.Reader ⤜ Best Friends Brother/Lovers ⤜ Rating: MA 🔞 ⤜ WC: 5,989 ⚠️ death threats, breaking and entering, stalker behavior, references to crime and violence

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“Another one?” you mumble to yourself as you twist your key and lock your door, heading out for work. Attached to the front of your door with a small sliver of clear tape is a dirty, brown napkin. There’s a grease stain on one corner and small spatters across the bottom edge. A red logo is distorted by the smear, but you can just make out that it says Rosey’s Place.

You grab a tissue from your bag and snatch the napkin down. Turning it over, you suck in a stilted breath. A crude drawing is etched in red and black ink across it. Though it’s a poorly executed image, you can clearly see it’s a cat eating a mouse. Very juvenile, but no less macabre. It’s offensive enough on its own, but add it with the other two scraps of trash with similar drawings on them that you’ve received over the last few days, and it has the hair on the nape of your neck standing on end.

It could just be some punk-ass kids playing a joke. But, in your line of work, you’re a bit more paranoid even when it comes to seemingly innocuous coincidences or harmless pranks. Criminal journalism is in your blood, but it also comes with an ingrained sense of overbearing self-preservation. Better to be cautious than be a victim. You write dark, yet wholly real, pieces on some of the largest crime heads in the world. Your articles aren’t exactly glamorous and flattering; you have plenty of potential enemies.

Sighing, you shake your head and wrap the tissue around the napkin and tuck it away into your bag for now. You’re heading into the office and the few extra minutes it would take to get back into your apartment and do something with the napkin are precious minutes you desperately need to grab a coffee.

Despite your own sense of self-awareness, you still aren’t always able to brush off that little bit of disbelief. Which is why you find yourself pulling out your phone and dialing your best friend.

“A call before eight in the morning, to what do I owe this pleasure?”

You smile and hit the button for the lobby in the elevator. “Hey, E. I wanted to run something by you. If you have a moment?” Being on the third floor, your ride down doesn’t take long.

She hums thoughtfully. “Always got time for you, babe. Lay it on me.”

“First, promise you won’t freak out?” you lower your voice as you make your way across the lobby and pass Henry at the front desk. He throws a hand up in greeting and you nod, giving him a small smile.

There is silence on the line for a moment. You know she’s having her own internal struggle not to instantly react to that preface. “You realize saying that only makes me want to freak out before I even know what you’re going to ask of me, right?” she finally says.

“Yeah, but, it’s not really all that big of a deal. At least, I don’t think so. That’s what I’m getting your opinion on, actually, determining if it is something that I should be freaking out about,” you explain with a shrug even though she can’t see you.

There’s a hint of suspicion in her voice as she responds, “I can’t promise that I won’t freak out. But, I’ll try to keep my head about it.”

“This morning as I was leaving, I found a crude drawing on a diner napkin taped to my door. This is the third drawing like this that I’ve gotten. It could just be some kids in the building being assholes, but I don’t know. What do you think? Nothing or…” you trail off, hoping you don’t sound completely paranoid.

“I see,” she sighs. “Well, what kind of drawings are we talking about here?”

You hesitate to reveal the truth, knowing it could potentially set her off. Maybe that’s the answer you need anyway, if you’re too hesitant to even tell her because you’re worried how she’ll react then it’s probably something you should be worried about. You called her because you value her opinion, both professionally and as your best friend. 

“The first was from a ripped-up fast food bag, it had a hawk eating a rabbit on it. The second was a matchbook with a spider catching a fly. This last is on a greasy diner napkin and has a cat eating a mouse. All black and red ink, very crude and elementary, bordering on stick figures but still plain enough to determine what they are.”

 A colorful swear comes down the line. “You expect me not to freak out? Babe, that’s straight out of weirdo stalker 101. My protective momma bear instincts are kicking in. I swear, if this somehow leads back to your damn job, I’m going to force you to quit. That fucking website gets you into way more trouble than my job ever has me.”

“Enola, you’re an FBI profiler. I’m just a journalist. That’s like comparing apples and oranges. You definitely take the cake in the trouble department. Don’t jump the gun here, it’s probably just nothing.” You hate to admit she has a point, though. You’ve found yourself in some rather unnerving situations over the years due to the nature of your job. But, she’s the one who actively seeks out the crazies with guns and intent to harm; surely, that means her job has more trouble. Though at least she also has a gun to point back at the crazies…you’re just armed with a laptop and the can of mace at the bottom of your bag.

Enola gives a soft, humorless laugh. “Let’s not start this conversation again. My opinion is that it’s something you need to be cautious about. I insist on you getting a door cam or something like I told you to months ago. Have you told Detective Jung about this?”

“My building has security. Henry would have mentioned if there was something weird going on, someone suspicious or out of place in the building. Which is all the more reason why I think it’s just kids being punks. It’s probably Ms. Abernathy’s kids, Cody and Riley. You know how much shit they get into around here. Just last week they flooded the basement trying to film some TikTok video. And, I did tell Hoseok,”—you emphasize his name—,” about it after the second one and he said that unfortunately there isn’t much that can be done over a few pieces of trash being taped to my door.”

She laughs again and you can practically hear her eye roll. “On a first-name basis with that asshole now? That’s a conversation we’ll have another time, I promise you that. Shit. Hey, look, I gotta go. I’m being summoned for a meeting with Director Connor. More than likely I’m going to be heading out on assignment soon, otherwise, I’d come over myself and we’d look into this together. What I am going to do, though, is text my brother your number. He’ll give you a hand and if it so happens to not be some kids in the building, he has the resources to take it seriously and get you the help the police refuse to provide.”

You consider refusing her brother’s help. You haven’t seen nor talked to him since you were teenagers and don’t want to impose on his life. But, you know it’ll be easier to just accept and placate Enola for the time being. “Thanks, E, you’re the best.” Your office building comes into view as you round the corner. The coffee shop you want to stop in is just across the street. “I’ll catch you later.”

“Hey, wait,” she stops you before you can hang up. “Listen, please be careful, okay? I know you don’t think it’s anything serious; but just, please, for me?”

The sincerity in her voice breaks down your walls a little. “Yeah, of course, always. I promise.”

Enola says goodbye and assures her brother will be reaching out to you sometime later today. The cafe isn’t very busy so you manage to get a coffee and make it into the office before most of your coworkers arrive.

Working for a major news outlet, specifically doing the criminal and justice spread, is everything you ever wanted in a career. Growing up, you devoured mystery and thriller novels which quickly developed into a love for true crime and murder mystery as an adult. You love watching true crime documentaries and listening to various crime podcasts.

Some of your closest friends work in adjacent fields. Like Enola being an FBI profiler and Hoseok being a detective with the local PD. They have a history together, which is why Enola is hard-pressed to show as little respect to Hoseok as possible right now. You can’t really blame her, he was a total ass. But, he’s really good at his job and you know he’d help you in any capacity that he could, if he could. The police department is just limited in what they really can do and the resources they can expend for a situation like yours.

Setting your coffee down on your desk, you settle into your chair and pull out your laptop from your bag. You tuck your bag into the bottom drawer of your desk and lock it before sliding the small key ring into your pant pocket.

“Morning, boss!” Taehyung, one of your coworkers, calls as he enters the office. You’re still getting used to that title— boss. It’s only something you recently acquired. Your last big exposé earned you a promotion to team lead editor. You’re now in charge of the entire crime and justice branch of The Scarlet Informant, totaling just under a dozen people.

You waggle your fingers around your cup at him as you take a sip from your coffee. “Morning, Tae, how was your evening?” Building rapport and a bond with your team was priority number one for you. Despite working with these same people for years already, you feel like you could be making more of an effort, especially now as their boss.

He slides into his chair and hides a yawn behind a fist. “Mmm, it was good. I had a meeting with a new lead for my Marshal story. I think I really might have something special.” Taehyung crosses his fingers and does a little shoulder shimmy in his chair. His black polo and navy slacks complement his slim frame. You catch the glint of a silver watch on his wrist. Taehyung, you’ve come to learn, has an extensive collection of watches, wearing a different one every day. “Is this what it felt like for you when you landed that key info on Nauvez? I still can’t believe your article ultimately led to his arrest. That’s like, the epitome of badassery.”

The tight smile that pulls at your lips feels weird. When you first published the shadow piece on Nauvez you had no idea it would actually help the LAPD track him down and make the arrest. You lucked out on putting together some breadcrumbs, talking to the right people, and somehow connected dots the police hadn’t. That’s how you ended up with your promotion; just pure luck, though everyone swears you deserve it regardless and you’re being far too humble.

You honestly don’t mind the promotion and intend to do your best no matter what. Your only fear is that you’ll grow to resent it. The last thing you want to be is stuck in a job you hate. Writing is your passion, your main hope is that you’re able to continue writing even when delegating to others. So far, it’s worked out fine.

“That’s wonderful. Just be sure to vet your sources thoroughly. We don’t do maybe’s or possibly’s, nothing but definitive reporting. Taking on a new source is its own balancing act. If it wasn’t for my resources, that Nauvez piece wouldn’t have been nearly as impactful.” You’re a firm believer in doing things the right way. No cutting corners or taking the easy way around a story. It’s important for people to get the facts, false information and the grey areas of crime reporting are extremely dangerous.

Taehyung laughs. “Wouldn’t dream of disappointing you like that. We have that meeting with Rigby later, right?”

“That’s right. It’s after the editor meeting. He wants to discuss the projections for next quarter. There’s also the new newsletter format he wants to roll out that needs some tweaking. I imagine Paris will have something to say about that,” you mutter, more to yourself than Taehyung. Paris is the office mean girl. She’s the team lead editor for the fashion and pop-culture columns. If she wasn’t so good at her job, you’re certain Rigby would have canned her by now.

“Good morning, fellow Scarleters!” The nasally pitch of Paris’ voice echoes down the hall as she prances through the office commons. “I grabbed bagels on my way in this morning, from that cute vegan spot on Seventh.” Her fiery red curls appear in the doorway to your team's office before her face does. “Hi, sweeties!”

You internally cringe at the saccharinity dripping from her words. “Morning, Paris,” you try to suppress the sigh in your tone.

“Hey,” Taehyung offers with a half-hearted wave toward the door. His desk is on the far side of the room, facing the large windows overlooking the cityscape.

Paris drops a white paper bag onto the corner of your desk. “Enjoy!” You nod in thanks, turning back to your laptop to make sure you’re prepared for the morning meeting. Long, red-lacquered nails tap against the top of your laptop screen. Paris leans in when you look up at her with a raised eyebrow. “I made sure to get the low-fat bagel option for you.” She says it with an overly sweet smile on her face. “Us girls gotta look out for each other, right?” Her eyes flick over what she can see of your body above your desk before sweeping out of your office space.

You’re still trying to reign in your desire to shove the low-fat bagel down her throat when Taehyung makes a disgruntled sound from behind you. “One day she’s going to get punched in her fake lips and I sincerely hope you’re the one that does it.”

That makes you laugh. The sudden mirth instantly puts you at ease. “Wouldn’t that be something?”

The rest of your office files in over the next few minutes and the space quickly fills with soft chatter and clacking keystrokes as everyone adds last-minute touches to their reports.

You quickly forget about Paris and her disgusting attitude. At least, until you’re heading toward the conference room and she falls into step beside you. 

“You must be so concerned for Kat, huh?” she feigns a sad pout. But her words throw you off.

“Kat?”

As if the exaggeratedly appalled look on her face wasn’t enough, she flourishes a hand and presses it to her chest dramatically. “You know, Kat that works in your department. It’s terrible what’s going on with her brother. I can’t imagine having to put a loved one in a full-time care facility.”

Right. You had noticed she hadn’t made it into the office yet and had intended to check in but time got away from you. She asked a week ago to have the morning off for personal reasons today, which you granted. But, this is news to you. You didn’t know she was having to put her brother in a care facility, or that she even had a brother, to begin with. That is if Paris is even telling the truth; it wouldn’t be the first rumor she’s started in the office. Kat’s one of the few people in your department that has been a bit more reserved when it comes to opening up and bonding with you in your new position. So, for all you know it could be true, even coming from Paris.

“Right,” you mutter hoping she drops the need to spout gossip, especially considering it concerns one of yours and a situation you know nothing about.

She doesn’t stop, though, tacking on a very distasteful comment. “Paralyzed from the waist down, apparently. Poor guy probably can’t even get— Oh!” Paris staggers hard to the right, her shoulder smacking into the wall as you continue down the hall. “What the hell!?” she calls after you.

“Sorry, you were walking a little too close I guess. Hope I didn’t scuff your shoe,” you toss back, not giving her the satisfaction of looking at her while she huffs behind you.

You suppress a smile as you enter the conference room, Paris hot on your heels. “These are five hundred dollar shoes,” she hisses as she passes you to take her seat on the other side of the long table. Her pea-soup-colored eyes bore into you once she settles into her chair. You mouth ‘sorry’ and shrug a shoulder then turn and give Rigby, who’s seated at the far end of the table, your full attention.

“Good morning, everyone, let’s begin with our plans for next quarter.” Rigby pulls his wire-framed glasses down off the top of his head and onto the bridge of his nose. His close-shorn black hair is peppered with silver and his grey suit is fashionable but not flashy. He’s a great boss and you easily get lost in the conversation and ease of making plans for the next quarter.

By the time your editor meeting is over, it’s time for your team meeting. Rigby sticks around for it, listening in and giving his input as he sees fit. You welcome his direction, knowing he’s been working in the journalism and publishing field for at least as long as you’ve been alive. He’s the main reason The Scarlet Informant is as successful as it is.

As the meeting comes to a close, you impart a few words of advice for your team and dismiss everyone back to their respective desks. As Taehyung passes you, heading to the door, you pat his shoulder. “Hey, just a moment, if you will.”

He turns his brilliant smile on you. “What’s up, boss?”

“You’re pretty close with Kat, aren’t you?”

Taehyung bobs his head from side to side in a so-so fashion. “I guess. As much as two coworkers can be close. We don’t hang out outside of work, though. She’s quite shy and reserved. Total sweetheart, though. Why?”

“Paris mentioned something to me earlier on the way to our editor meeting. Do you think Kat would mind if I asked her about it?”

His smile slips. “Paris can’t keep her mouth shut can she? Kat’s a private person, but I’m sure she wouldn’t mind if you asked her. She’s only told me a little bit about what’s going on. That red-headed she-devil probably was eavesdropping again.”

That would be classic Paris, putting her too-perfect-thanks-to-dr-whoever’s nose where it doesn’t belong. You make a mental note to approach Kat about it when she makes it into the office later; in hopes of getting ahead of gossip that might make Kat, being the private person she is, uncomfortable.

It’s a few hours later when you notice Kat slipping into the office. She keeps her head down, her mousy brown hair pulled into a tight bun at the back of her head and her horn-rim glasses barely staying on her nose. The muted orange cardigan she has on over a pale yellow floral dress looks vintage, especially paired with her toffee-colored loafers and white socks with lace trim. Kat has always reminded you of a librarian or maybe someone who runs an antique shop, quirky and soft in a cute way.

“Hey, Kat,” you chirp, trying to come off as light-hearted as possible as you approach her desk. “Did everything go okay this morning?”

Her large brown eyes drift up from the folder open on her desk. There is a moment where you’re certain you see a sliver of something resembling fear there but it’s gone before you can be certain. “It was fine.” She swallows hard, averting her eyes.

“That’s good to hear.” You’re not sure how to broach the subject, so you just go for it. “I heard something earlier, someone mentioned a potential reason you were needing the time off.” You pause, seeing if she’ll react to you mentioning gossip about her, but she just glances up at you from beneath her lashes. “I just want you to know that if you need additional time, I can work with your schedule. Family is important and I want to make sure you have everything you need in any way that I can.”

Her thin lips form into a soft smile but it doesn’t reach her eyes. “Do you really mean that?”

“Of course,” you’re quick to assure. Taking care of your team is your number one priority. Plus, you’re big on a good work-life balance. So, if Kat needs time away to take care of her family, you’ll make sure Rigby has no reason to complain. “If you need anything, just let me know. Okay?”

Kat hums, rolling her lips between her teeth before nodding. She directs her attention back to the folder in her hand. “The Handler files, I’m just going over them again,” she says in a way that feels like she’s dismissing you. You can only imagine the morning she’s had, so you don’t push or question further.

“Right. Good luck with that, I’m sure you’ll find anything that may have been missed.” You rap your knuckles lightly on her desk before heading back to your own.

Getting lost in the demand of work helps with your own morning troubles. The greasy napkin in your bag is long forgotten. It’s not until you’re pulling your laptop out at home that you catch sight of it at the bottom of your bag. The text you got earlier from Enola’s brother still sits on your phone, unread.

You pull the wadded-up tissue and napkin out of your bag and set it on your dining table. The other two items you stashed away in your office. At first, you had tossed the fast food bag scrap in the trash. It wasn’t until you found the matchbook that you dug it back out and put them both away to think over at a later time.

Now seems like as good a time as any. Pocketing your phone, you head down the hallway to your office. It doubles as a guest room with a fold-out sofa bed. The space is cozy with your large L-shaped oak desk tucked into a corner so the window of the room sits just above the far edge of the desk.

You’ve been in here so many times you could navigate it in the dark, but you slap a hand on the light switch out of habit. The overhead light floods the room, the scene it reveals stopping you in your tracks.

“What the fuck?!”

One hand clutches the front of your shirt, and the other braces you against the wall as you stagger back. Your eyes flick over the far wall above the sofa, that’s now ripped to shreds; bits of fluff and fabric are scattered over the floor. There are black and white photos taped to the wall, some small and some as large as a movie poster. There are several words spray painted on the wall. Most prominent of all, though, is the ‘NO COPS’ in bright red right in the center.

As you take tentative steps closer, you make out some of the smaller photos. They’re all mostly candid shots, taken from a distance, of you, your family, and your friends. You recognize Enola, your parents, Detective Jung, and even some of your co-workers. The largest photo, centered on the wall, is a blown-up print from your promotion. Rigby has your hand clasped in his, you’re both smiling at the camera. Surrounding you both is your team, all frozen mid-clap as they cheer for you. Everyone, except for you, has large black Xs over their faces.

The pounding of your heart seems to vibrate through your entire body. You can hear the rushing thump in your ears and feel it tingling in your toes. A cold sweat prickles along the back of your neck.

There’s a stack of papers sitting on the remnants of the couch. From where you’re standing, you can see the top page has a format like one of your pieces for the Informant. Your fingers tremble as you scoop up the stack of papers and bring it closer to see.

There is a yellow sticky note tacked to the top. In a blocky scrawl, you read: ‘You have until the end of business on Friday to publish this. If you change anything about it, I’ll kill them all. If you don’t publish it, I’ll kill them all. If you go to the cops, I’ll kill them all. You ruined my life, it’s time for me to ruin yours.’

Under the sticky note, in large, bold print across the top of the paper is your full legal name. Below that, in the place of a subhead is ’The Monster Behind The Mask’. The first few lines have nausea rolling through your stomach. 

‘This may come as a surprise to my readers; I have a confession to make. I’m a fraud. Everything I represent is a lie. I’m no better than the people I feature in my writing. I take other people’s lives and break them apart. I turn people into monsters. But, what you don’t realize is that I’m the real monster.

I ruin lives.

Let me enlighten you…’

You trail off reading, shaking your head at the absurdity. Who wrote this? Your fingers flick through the pages, taking in block after block, ridiculous claim after ridiculous claim until you catch sight of a large image formatted between the columns. You flip back and spread the papers out, taking in the black-and-white scanner-copy image.

It’s a police report. Your own police report. A police report that’s been redacted, sealed, and eventually expunged. Only, here it is, plain and utterly whole. The blurb under the photo indicates that it’s evidence of how much of a monster you are and how you’ve been ruining lives since you were seventeen.

“No. No, no, no,” you mutter, the pages slipping from your fingers and fluttering to the floor in front of the sofa. Your movements are stiff and jerky as you pull your phone out. Your finger hovers over Hoseok’s contact. Blinking away the sudden tears blurring your vision, your gaze snaps to the giant spray-painted warning on the wall. You can’t risk it. So, you click a different contact instead; one you know is still a risk, but a more calculated one.

“Two calls in one day? You’re not drinking tequila again, are you? It’s only Thursday, babe, that’s more of a Friday venture,” Enola’s voice chirps brightly through the phone.

You swallow hard, tearing your gaze away from the wall of horrors in your office. “E,” you begin but have to stop to suck in a calming breath. It’s not that effective. Your voice quivers as you try again, “Enola, I think I’m in trouble.”

“Hey, whoa, what’s going on?” The change in her demeanor is instant. 

“Someone was in my apartment. There’s all this…stuff. Threats, uh…pictures. I don’t— I don’t know what to do,” you babble, describing everything but the image in the printed manuscript that’s mocking you from the floor.

You can hear Enola shuffling around, paper crumpling, and drawers slamming shut. “Send me photos of everything. I’m texting Jungkook right now, I’ll have him come get you.”

“I can’t leave, E. What if they come back? I need to catch them. There’s too much at stake here.” You pause, hearing Enola muttering to herself and the soft tapping of her fingers on her phone screen, probably texting her brother. “There’s something else.” Enola doesn’t respond, too busy texting. “Enola. Are you listening? I said there’s something else.” Still, she’s quiet. “Enola!” you snap.

“What? Fuck, what? Sorry, JK’s being a bit of a shithead right now.”

“There’s something else. And…it involves you in a way.” Your heart beats so hard you feel lightheaded, so you slip down until you’re kneeling on the floor, slumped against the edge of the sofa. “Somehow, whoever this is, they uncovered the accident report…the one from graduation night,” you whisper.

A pregnant pause stretches after your words. Finally, Enola sighs and clears her throat. “Mine?” she asks quietly.

“It’s just mine,” you confirm.

“Okay,” determination enters her voice as she shifts into professional FBI-profiler mode. “Jungkook will be there soon. Go lock your door, and make sure your windows are all shut. You still have the mace I gifted you for Christmas, right? Get it. Don’t open the door for anyone except my brother. I know it’s been a while since you’ve seen him, so you need to ask him for the passphrase. You know which one I’m talking about. I never thought we’d have to use it, but this seems like a good time that we should. Do you understand me?”

“Yeah,” you manage to get out between sharp breaths.

Enola spits another colorful curse. “I’m supposed to leave in an hour heading to Singapore. I’m going to ask Connor if I can drop off this case—“

“No, E! Don’t. No. You can’t do that. I’ll send over photos, show you everything, but you can’t do that. Your job is entirely too important and you know as well as I do that Connor won’t grant it anyway. It’s fine. Your brother will help. He’s good right?” She grunts an acknowledgement. “It’ll be fine. I’m just a little spooked right now, that’s all. You said it yourself, my job gets me into trouble sometimes. I’m sure this is just someone trying to get revenge because I exposed them in the Informant. No big deal, I’ve dealt with worse.” What you won’t admit, though, is how utterly terrifying and just how much of a big deal it is that someone has somehow uncovered your juvenile record. Which is just one step away from Enola’s, and that scares you even more. If this actually gets out, you and she both can kiss your reputations, as you know them, goodbye. “I just got to get ahead of whoever this is, put a stop to it before it gets out of hand.”

“Keep me posted. Swear it!” 

“I swear,” you promise before saying goodbye and disconnecting the call.

You give one last look at the intimidating display on the wall before yanking open your desk drawer and grabbing the other two drawings. You toss them onto the dining table and make quick work of checking all the windows and the doors to your apartment. Everything’s locked; as it always is. How someone got in without breaking something is lost on you.

While you wait for Enola’s brother, you check the text message he sent you earlier. It’s simple, just letting you know that he has some equipment for you and wondering when’s a good time to come over. You don’t bother to respond, knowing Enola already spoke with him and he’s coming over tonight regardless.

Thinking about what you can do in the meantime, you dial the extension for the front desk downstairs. Henry answers on the second ring.

“North Highland Park Tower, this is Henry. How may I help you?”

“Hey Hen, it’s me.”

“Ah, my favorite writer in 3C. What can I do for you tonight?”

You clear your throat. “Well, firstly, I just wanted to let you know I am expecting a visitor. It’s Enola’s brother, Jungkook. He should be by soon. I was also wondering if there was anything you’d noticed in the last few days. Maybe an odd name on the guest list, unusual people hanging out in the hallways, faces that aren’t familiar to you?”

Henry hums. “Is everything okay? Should there be something weird like that?”

It’s tempting to lie to him, but you feel bad enough as it is if your work is bringing potentially dangerous people into your building. So, you deign to give him as much of the truth as you can. “I’m not sure, really. It could just be kids in the building playing pranks, but I’ve gotten some weird presents left at my door the last few days.”

“Do I need to make a call to the locals?” Henry immediately questions. You can hear the seriousness in his voice. All it would take is one word and he’d have the PD here in a matter of minutes. “Damn kids can’t get away with scaring the community. I won’t allow it.”

“No, no, Henry. It’s nothing like that. I just wanted to see if there was anything you’d noticed is all. The things on my door have been harmless—,“ they, in truth, are, “—but if it is one of the kids in the building, I’d like to just have a chat with their parents. That’s all.”

You can practically hear the wheels turning in Henry’s head. “Yeah, okay. Nothing sticks out for me off the top of my head, but I’ll take a look back through our feeds and logs just to be sure.”

“Thanks, Henry, I appreciate it. If you find anything, just give me a ring. I swear if it’s something more, I’ve got Detective Jung on speed dial,” you put as much sincerity into your words as possible. You hope he accepts it and only does what you’ve asked. If he gets the cops involved, you’re not sure if your latest fan will care much whether it was you that called them or not.

There isn’t much more to do other than send things to Enola. You take a deep breath before heading back into your office. It’s hard to try and ignore the severity of the situation as you snap photos and send them off to her via the secure network she has set up for you. Her working for the FBI has its perks.

You get your laptop set up and begin compiling a spreadsheet of possible suspects. The number of criminals you’ve written about over the years is fairly large, but you’re able to reduce the pool based on a few factors. It’s safe to assume any of the individuals that have graced your column and are incarcerated, can be ticked off the list. That eliminates a good portion of the list. Though, you know it’s possible for criminals to coordinate from the inside. So, you backtrack and just divide that group into its own lists. All of this might be for nothing, but you feel better doing something other than just waiting.

It’s less likely that it’s someone in your building. The threat still waiting in your office is proof enough for that. That’s far too complex for a couple of jerkwad kids to pull off. Not only would they have to have the skills to dig up your juvie record, but they’d also have to be able to unseal it, purge the redactions, and then compile the manuscript. You don’t have nearly enough confidence in the abilities of teens to be able to pull that off. Plus, the biggest, glaring factor of all— motive, they have no motive.

For all the work you’re putting in right now, you’re not even sure how much will be worth the effort. You put a pot of coffee on and change into a pair of leggings and a comfortable t-shirt. It’s only about an hour after you discover the message in your office when there’s an abrupt knock on your door.

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The Only One || JJK || Ch. 15

Pairings: mafia!jk x fem!reader

Genre: smut, angst, mafia, contract relationship

Warnings: Prostitution, torture, blood, use of drugs and weapons

Summary: You've always wished for a better life. Every single day at work, you were hoping something would change. Although you didn't think that change would come in the form of one mysterious man and a contract.

His controlling and selfish behaviour only wanted to keep you away from any other man that wasn't him, and you only had to wait for him.

Too bad you really thought you'd be smarter than Jeon Jungkook.

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MASTERLIST

Jungkook was trying to understand why she was there, peeking over Jihu's shoulder while he explained the reason they were there. He only had to do one thing, and it was looking over Y/n so she wouldn't pull another trick to mess with them all. But it seemed like it was useless, because she managed to go outside.

—I'm sorry, sir. You wanted her to eat, but she insisted she wouldn't eat anything unless she saw you —Jihu started his explanation.

Jungkook's eyes moved from the man in front of him, to the pair of curious eyes that were staring at him. He scoffed, finally standing up to make his way -slow and heavy- to the two people that bursted into his office when they weren't supposed to.

—So that's what happened? —the change from Korean to English got Y/n's attention, finally being able to understand what the conversation was about.

But he wasn't asking that question to Jihu, he was asking the question to the same woman who wanted to be challenging enough to force others to do what she wanted, and that was hiding like a lost puppy behind the person she forced there.

—Yes —Jihu answered.

—I'm not speaking to you —the sudden raise of his voice made everyone in the room jump, startled—. I thought I was clear with not letting her step outside.

—She was with me all the time —he tried to justify himself.

—I don't give a fuck —he stood in front of the man—. My order was simple, or wasn't it? —deathly eyes stared into Jihu's black ones— Yet you gave in to what her greedy ass wanted.

At first, it all started as inoffensive and soft slaps on his face as he spoke, but it suddenly changed to a rougher one, that made his face turn by the impact and Y/n jump for the loud and unexpected sound.

—It was my fault —she finally stepped in between them, changing the language back to English—. He said you wanted me to eat, and I told him I wouldn't until I saw you —she admitted, locking her eyes with his.

Jungkook broke eye contact, just to momentarily spare a glance at Jihu, motioning him to leave the room, along with the other three man standing in front of the double door. His eyes went back to her, finding out her expression hadn't changed a tiny bit.

—You really think you can do whatever the fuck you want?

—Says the person who bought another one —she scoffed under her breath—. You want me here just to sit in your house, and wait for you?

—That's exactly what I told you yesterday —he tilted his head, giving her a cocky smile.

—I'm not a fucking dog —she spitted the words on his face, taking a step ahead to get closer to him—. If you want something that will shake its tail when you get home, get a fucking poodle and leave me alone.

—Doll, seems like you still don't understand what this is about —he towered over her—. I'm paying you good money just to stay still in one fucking place. It's the easiest of the jobs. I could've finished with you a long time ago —he grabbed her chin with two of his fingers—. Be grateful with what you got instead, and start listening to what I say, because you're starting to get on my nerves.

Thinking she'd finally shut up and agree with him, he let go of her chin and got ready to get back to his chair. But two words hit him like a lit match falling over a pool of gasoline.

—Or what?

The macabre smile that formed in his face made her regret those two words, knowing too well that whatever that was to come wouldn't be of her liking.

—Sit there —he pointed with his head to one of the big chairs, placed on one of the sides of his office.

To his surprise, she did as she was told, stepping back from him cautiously as she walked to the place he told her. As she sat there, she took a look at the huge office he had. She wouldn't be surprised if her house in Mallorca fitted in this place itself. She also wondered how any of those men dared to have their meetings, and talk about their things, in such a public place. Not that it was all up on everyone's faces, but judging by the tall buildings she was able to spot over the window, they were in the middle of the city.

Then she remembered how Amira explained to her that Pedro had several companies, so he'd be able to justify the amount of money he earned. It kind of made sense.

Although she was there, he acted as if she weren't. At some point, Y/n felt as if she were part of the furniture that made the decoration of the place. It was annoying her how he wouldn't acknowledge her presence, not even to bark at her for showing off at his office without telling him. She didn't know how hard Jungkook was fighting himself not to drop a look at her legs, perfectly embraced by those tight jeans. Or the way her lips kept curving as time went by. She clearly only wanted to be there to drive him crazy, and it was crazy.

But that was a game both of them could play.

As Yejun stepped inside his office, Y/n was aware of the plastic bag he was carrying to Jungkook's desk, before he bowed and disappeared behind the door. When her eyes went back to him, his hand was lifted, and his finger swang in the air, signaling her to walk where he was. Although she was dubious of getting near him, the smell of cooked food made her get up almost instantly.

He served everything on his desk, ignoring the frown on her face when she didn't know what any of the dishes were. Although most of them had a dangerous red, and she was already suffering for her tongue and throat.

Jungkook didn't need to say anything, it was enough with him moving the chair that was behind him closer to the desk to let her know he wanted her to sit there. But would be stubborn until the day she died -which, if she kept with that act, wasn't too far. She tried to get the same chair, and move it further from him. But before she was able to drag it through the floor, she felt a cold metal close around her right wrist.

—What the fuck?

But if she thought he was going to give her an explanation, she was wrong. Jungkook closed the other extreme of the handcuffs around his left wrist. Y/n battled, complained, dragged his wrist against the metal every time, yet she didn't know it was a lost battle with him.

Annoyed, he pulled from the handcuff, almost making her lose her balance when he wanted her to stop and get closer to him.

—Didn't you say you wanted me to be around you? Here you have —he simply said through his teeth— Now sit, and eat.

When she dropped those two last words, challenging him, she thought he'd just sit back and let her do his thing, what she didn't know is that she served him an idea on silver platter. She wouldn't ever stop pushing his buttons, so it was his time to push hers. When he asked for her food, he also asked Yejun to get a pair of handcuffs anywhere he'd be able to get them. And, efficiently, he got them.

—Do you know how to use chopsticks? —he asked, as if he hadn't just tied himself to her.

—No.

Jungkook clicked his tongue, separating the wooden disposable chopsticks so he could use them to feed her. But before he was able to get the rice cake near her lips, Y/n moved faster to reach one piece of chicken with her left hand and eat it instead. He smirked at that, being completely aware of how she'll be regretting eating it that way.

At first, the tasty flavor of the chicken -and finally being able to give in to her stomach's demands-, made her drop a loud and unconscious "Hmm", that she'd regret after she chewed on it a few times. At some point, the happiness from finally being fed turned into a funny feeling on her tongue that slowly evolved into an unbearable pain.

He smirked, aware of how she was trying to hold it all in as her eyes desperately looked for something that could ease the pain.

—You want this? —he lifted the water bottle.

She nodded her head fast, trying to reach it with her free hand, but Jungkook moved it away from her.

—Now you will accept things from me?

She was too focused on the burning pain on her tongue and lips to care about what he said in the slightest, she just wanted the damned water bottle.

—Please —she whispered, after trying too many times to reach it.

Instead of getting the water bottle, Jungkook moved his left hand to the back of his head, forcing her body closer to his, and leaving their faces centimeters away from each other.

—Good girl.

The way his black eyes pierced into hers and the warmth of his lips coating her mouth made her forget about the burning pain for a few seconds. And the praise with that honey coated voice... It was almost as if she didn't need to drink water anymore.

When he finally handed her the water bottle, Y/n to hold back herself from not spitting all the water in his mouth straight into his face, eyes never leaving his as she filled her mouth with the liquid a few times.

—The chicken is mine —he explained—. This —he handed her the tteokbokki and the bibimbap that he purposely asked to be less spicy for her— is yours.

To his surprise, she accepted as he was giving her. For the first time, she allowed him to take care of her as he mixed the rice with the vegetables and meat, and gave her one plastic spoon so she'd be able to eat properly -thing that she did, surprisingly, with her left hand, instead of using the right one.

After eating, and feeling that her stomach was going to explode, she barely had any time to recompose, before two knocks on the door led to the office being filled with men. Glances and confused eyes fell on her constantly, as they stepped in and were aware of her presence next to their boss.

Nobody ever had been allowed in that position, not even Yejun after all those years working with him. But there she was, a foreigner and complete stranger codling with the boss of the Korean mafia as if she had known him forever.

Two long hours passed, where Jungkook did the thing he usually did: making sure no big changes were happening, plans on how to handle their different territories in Korea -and worldwide- and, most importantly, how to finish with the Choi family, so he'd have one headache less. While Y/n, sitting next to him, tried to distract herself with the non-existing details in the office, as she kept hearing them talking in Korean -which sounded like nothing for her.

And then she thought about the deal Sanhyuk proposed to her... How would she be able to leak information when she didn't understand a word they said? Maybe that was the sign she needed to learn a new language, after all...

All her thoughts were interrupted by a sudden move on her right.

After being informed that another snitch was caught, Jungkook couldn't wait to handle it by himself. It was one of the several things he actually dealt with personally. If there was something he hated the most, it was traitors he trusted and embraced, especially after what happened to his father. Ever since that day, he made sure he'd always deal with them, while making them go through the worst punishments he could come up to.

She got no explanation when they started moving and left the building, it didn't matter how many times she asked. Even if she had known, the fact that was tied up to him only reminded her that she'd go with him either way.

Looking at all the men, Y/n tried to understand what was going on. Although everything was crystal clear when she saw a man on his knees in the middle of the dark room, after they passed the alley and crossed the back door.

She couldn't understand words, but she was frightened by the actions when, after exchanging a few sentences with Jungkook, the man began screaming in agony. He kept clicking on the button that sent powerful electric shocks through the necklace he was wearing, and that was wrapped tight around his neck. Anger got over him, to the point that she forgot that Y/n was next to him, while he kept trying to get information out of the man whose chin was covered in spit due to the pain he was putting him through.

Not only was he leaking information, but he was also trying to sabotage each one of the operations they kept trying to do.

Jungkook would've gone harder on him if he hadn't been finally aware of Y/n's presence next to him. Her fingers slightly caressed the reverse of his hand, as she kept trying to look away, moving her body uncomfortably while she tried to mute the screams. And he couldn't help but see himself years back, when he was in that exact same position, having the same reaction she had as he was forced to see everything.

The screams suddenly stopped, now only hearing soft whimpers and begs for mercy.

—Take care of this —he demanded of Yejun.

On their way home, he thought deeply if it was a good idea to explain the reason behind what she witnessed. It wasn't her business, but the fact that she was completely silent, and even avoided looking at him, made him think it'd be a good idea.

—I told you. If you betray me, you need to pay the consequences —he spoke softly—. If you want to be around me, this is what you'll see mostly. It's better that you just stay home with Jihu.

Without looking at him, she nodded. Back there, he seemed angry and furious. She wasn't sure whether he was enjoying it or not, but the fact that he was able to ignore the agony in that man's voice was enough. Also... how could he act as if he hadn't just tortured someone?

Y/n seemed to finally realize who she was playing with, and how close she kept pushing herself to be in the same situation as the other man.

Still tied up to him, she kept following his steps towards the big house. The silence around them was deafening, and it only made him wonder if it was because of what she saw.

—Are you hungry?

—No —she whispered.

—Are you okay?

She showed herself confused at his question. When her eyes traveled from their hands to his face, she saw the concern in his face. It was genuine.

—Yes —she nodded—. Now... Can you let go of this? —she pointed to their hands with her eyes— I learned my lesson, and I also need to go to the bathroom. So... please.

—You have an appointment at the doctor's tomorrow —he casually mentioned, as he unlocked her handcuff—. Jihu will go with you.

—What makes you think I'll fuck with you after what I saw earlier? —she raised her eyebrow at him— Save Jihu's energy to something more important, because that medical appointment will be fucking useless

Jungkook took a step to her, calm and serious, breathing deeply after she contradicted his plans. It was like she was never ever going to learn.

—I don't give a fuck how useless it'd be —he whispered—.You will go anyway. Remember your body belongs to me now, and I'm the one who will choose what to do with it.

Y/n gulped thick at those last words, feeling dizzy and hot over them, while her stomach started feeling funny. Her whole body was reacting in a way it wasn't meant to, as if it were determined to contradict everything that was coming out of her mouth.

She didn't say anything else. She simply walked away from him, heading to her room -where she'd spend the rest of the day -something that he took as a victory as he laid on the couch. It was a tough day for her, just to be topped with a medical appointment the next day, making her realize that not even in Korea she'd be able to get rid of everything she had been trying to forget for years.

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[wonderfuldeath]

.o| It's a small world : XXII |o.

Warnings : Violence, injury, graphic depictions, sex

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His head was spinning, his eyes struggling to open as he tried to work out what was happening. Taehyung tried to move his hands, but the pain of the bonds made him moan softly, as he turned his head right, then left, to see where the hell he'd ended up. It was strange, his mouth pasty, his wrists aching, his head like a brick. The acrid taste on his lips made him slowly panic, his condition proving to him that he had consumed something illicit, which he would never have taken in his normal state, and Taehyung replayed the sequence of events in his head. He was at the festivals, Jimin was giving the best performance of all time, Jungkook had moved away for a second, a blink of an eye, before he felt something stick in his throat. Panic overcomes him, as he is now fully conscious, locked behind this thick glass cage, his eyes getting used to the strange darkness with difficulty. His heart sinks, painfully in his temples, as he searches for something he recognizes, to find out where he is, but he doesn't recognize anything.

“- Awake at last. Excuse this little… inconvenience, but it had to be done if I was to have a chance to interview you.

- You are… Damarro.

- I see my prestige precedes me. But I'll take you, call me Heisukei.”

He recognizes the man from the party, from his vacation at the chalet, the place is white, like a laboratory, somewhere underground. There was no resonance when neither of them spoke, and Taehyung took a breath before looking at him again. Heisukei was taller than Jungkook, or a normal Korean, which told him he must certainly be American, or European. He couldn't see him well in the half-light, hidden behind the large tubes. Taehyung wasn't sure he wanted to understand what was inside. He didn't even really want to be here, to be perfectly frank.

“- What do you want from me?

- Me? Not much. I have nothing against prestigious doctors like you. I even find you fascinating, a real waste when it comes to your decision to stop practicing altogether.

- I only stopped working for you.

- Exactly what I say, a waste.”

A thud startled him, as he saw a shadow pass by, two military-looking men forcibly dragging the hospital director away, under Taehyung's curious and questioning gaze, he was lost, not understanding what was happening, or where it was all going to lead him. Heisukei had this kind of terrifying smile, as he let the men shove the old man into a capsule.

“- Let me show you my work, Mr. Kim, so we can understand each other better, and have an adult conversation.”

With a wave of his hand, he tells the two men to start work, and they both move to one side of the tube, each grabbing one of the levers, before lowering it in perfect synchronization. A howl of pain passes the man, before a propeller noise is heard and Taehyung cries out, a mixture of pure horror and terror, trying to free himself to potentially help the man in his pain. The shredding noise finally stopped, as did the screams, before the large tubes, hitherto invisible because transparent, filled with the red liquid. The man had been transformed into an amont of flesh, leaving only his nectar. Horrified, Taehyung watched the scene as if in slow motion. The door opens, and all that's left inside are bits of bone, which Taehyung looks at Heisukei, trying to understand why he'd let him discover something so macabre.

“- Now that we're on the same wavelength, we're going to have a very interesting conversation about my companion.

- I have no idea what you're talking about.

- Come on, don't play that game, Doctor. Your life's at stake, you know?”

-x-

No matter how loud the music, Jungkook can't quite get into it. For the fifteenth time, he puts his phone to his ear, listening to the long beeps, before finally hearing the unpleasant voice of the answering machine. A long shiver of terror runs down his spine, and he tries again, looking around, trying to find a sound resembling a ringtone, but the place is too noisy, so he hears nothing but background music. An animated growl passes his frustrated lips, as Jungkook looks around again for a face he knows, before quickly approaching Min Yoongi's minty head.

“- Have you seen Taehyung?

- Nope. Not since just now. Why not?

- He's not answering his phone.

- Maybe he can't hear it?”

Yoongi looks at him, realizing that he clearly doesn't want to hear something like that, and pulls out his phone, trying to reach Jungkook's lover as well. Direct messaging, so he calls Jimin, looking for a less noisy corner to have a better conversation than with the bass noises. Several intonations are heard, before they hang up on him, and his eyebrows furrow, he tries again, but this time, nothing. No dial tone, just the answering machine directly, Jungkook can understand when Yoongi turns paler than average, that something's wrong.

“- What?

- Something's wrong .”

The realization of this information makes Jungkook pinch his lower lip as an expletive passes his lips, he grabs his phone with more fury, dialing the emergency number of their illegal little group, barking out his orders, as Hoseok comes in a little panicked, understanding that the three of them have the same problem without needing to really talk.

“No mercy. I don't want to hear it, the first one who finds him gets a good shot.”

-x-

The heavy silence buzzes in his ears, as Jimin takes the bucket of icy water over the fresh burns of torture, a grinding of teeth passes his lips, he can no longer really speak, nor answer, he barely straightens his eyes when his hair is pulled back, making him scrape the cold, soaked ground. The man in front of him glares at him as he punches him again, this time in the stomach, causing him to regurgitate the alcohol he'd consumed earlier in the evening.

“- Disgusting.

- Speak for yourself. You type like a little girl.

- Tch. Aren't you going to answer me? Your buddy spilled the beans a long time ago.

- Then why are you hitting me?”

The man loses patience with Jimin's attitude, and takes another blow, making him stagger. If he wasn't tied up with his wrists in the air, like a common animal, he'd already be rolling on the ground. But he could only take a few steps to the side, his head spinning as he tried to stay awake, watching his tormentor circle him like a predator. Jimin had woken up an hour before, in this icy room, and ever since, this creep had been giving him a hard time. Yet he remained sure of himself, making no comment on the man's questions, unwilling to answer any of the obviously stupid man's interrogations, because he would never hand over his friend, even if he had to die to do so. His eyes were cloudy, and he coughed up a little blood. He wasn't a doctor, but it was never a good sign to have something like that pass your lips. Jimin can't hold his head up.

“- You could be smart, and answer me, your death would be quicker you know?

- My death? Yours won't be so sweet.

- He'll never find you. Suga will never know about this.

- You're an idiot. He's probably circling the city already.”

The very idea of Yoongi looking for him makes him smile, even if he had to die, then he'd accept it, he wouldn't die without really loving, and remaining himself. He closed his eyes, terribly tired, as he could feel the man in front of him moving, his last thought before falling completely into a coma being that Suga must have been worried about him, and that he must have looked adorable. The bang of the gunshot being the last thing he can hear, not completely sure whether he's totally alive or not.

The pain in his head seems to have subsided as he finally regains consciousness, the bin of the machine to which he was attached by the drip, his eyes rolling to understand what's happening, as he can feel the arms around his aching body, and the doctor's voice, which he recognizes as Taehyung asking the patient to let some air.

“- Where am I… And Elyzabeth?

- Don't worry, everything's fine. Everything's taken care of.

- Settled?

- Heisukei is no more.”

Nodding, he tries to situate himself in time as he moves a little, to be more comfortable in bed. He was at Yoongi's home, he could recognize the familiar smell of the blankets against his back, before turning his head slowly and seeing what was around him, Taehyung was straight, he had a few bruises too, but he seemed to be doing fine, Yoongi looked like he was about to cry, while Jungkook was on the phone behind them. Elyzabeth wasn't there, so he looked for her a little before Taehyung spoke again.

“- She's gone to get some fresh water, relax now. Patients get better when they're relaxed.

- What happened…? Heisukei..? And the rest?”

Yoongi spoke up, they'd gone through all Heisukei's businesses, one by one, before finding where they'd brought them, taking down everything in their path. They'd arrived just in time for Jimin, his tormentor about to finish him off with a bullet, but Yoongi had been quicker. Jimin nodded again, still feeling the weight of fatigue. Closing his eyes gently as Taehyung embraced Jungkook, telling everyone to let him sleep. They were safe, all of them, and that was the best news of the day for him.

[bts-fic-collection]

Hii so I recently read two arranged marriage AU about namkook. Where joon is the stoic leader and i am OBSESSED with these types of fics now. Please do share these masterpieces with everyone and if anyone has any similar fics of namkook pleaseeee i neeeeed themmmm 😭

https://archiveofourown.org/works/41253891

And

https://archiveofourown.org/works/36999757

Sure :)

darling by eztia

Rating: E

Pairings: Jungkook/Namjoon

Status: Incomplete

Word count: 27,695

Summary: Married off to the Alpha General of the Northern Army, Southern noble omega Jungkook steps on a land of snow expecting to live a life as cold as it. But, who would’ve thought that the very man he feared so much could have eyes, voice and a touch as warm as the seas of his homeland?

theatre of war by macabre

Rating: T

Pairings: Namjoon/Jungkook

Status: Complete

Word count: 11,526

Summary: Jeongguk doesn’t know the history of the house or even the immediate story of the house; he gets the sense that it’s been used for its current purposes for at least a few years, and that Namjoon is the only true permanent resident, although it seems like where Namjoon goes, Yoongi has to follow, so in that way he too lives full time there. Everyone else comes and goes as ordered. Sometimes, it’s Namjoon who gives the orders. Sometimes, they come from elsewhere. Namjoon must be under his own orders to stay there, but Jeongguk isn’t sure how high up he is. The men call him commander, but Jeongguk isn’t sure what that means only than seemingly more important than other men.

Namjoon remains an enigma; while polite and seemingly considerate of Jeongguk’s needs, as much as he recognizes them for what they are, he stays aloof and borderline uninterested in Jeongguk. He doesn’t touch Jeongguk much and has never even leaned in like he might want to kiss him, even if Jeongguk still sneaks little kisses onto his face at night while he sleeps. They are wishes for real kisses, and one day they might come true. “Did he want to get married?” Jeongguk asks Taehyung while it is the two of them sitting outside.

[concealedrecs]

Fic: endless numbered days

Author: macabre

Fandom: BTS

Pairing: Kim Seokjin/Jeon Jungkook

Rating: Explicit

Length: 19372

Recommendation: I really love the character study of like, depressed and deeply closeted Kim Seokjin finding himself and a community. Lovingly done.

[writeformesinpie]

Fic Author Self Rec! When you get this reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, or some snippets from upcoming WIPS. Let’s spread the self-love! Love ya and thank you for all you do!! 💖

5 Favourite Fics? Ahhh.. only five? lol

Crack Fic - Zombies And Ice Cream - Tao from Exo and Reader verses a zombie apocalypse.

Smut Fic - Pink Swirls - Hyunjin from Stray Kids is a painter and Reader is his muse.

Fluff Fic - A Charming Nuisance - Jun from Seventeen and Reader find themselves alone on Singles Day and shenanigans ensue.

Yandere Fic - The Lift - Seo Moon Jo from Strangers From Hell (Mr. Lee Dong Wook himself). In a lift. With no escape. It's hot lol. It's either this one or my Hwanwoong from Oneus Macabre Game.

Au Fic - You Belong To Me Now - Jungkook from BTS as a demon that ends up taking Reader away to the demon realm after she accidently/not really accidently summons him. Or my Gong Yoo (The Salesman) Squid game fic Playing Dirty which took two days to write which is super rare when it involves smut haha.

Bonus - My Chishiya from Alice In Borderlands Checkmate fic - Not the biggest fan of Chishiya lol but I love the way this fic turned out and I think it might be up there as one of my best!

Also here is a snippet from the Mingyu x Reader x Wonwoo host club fic that I wrote today (so it's not edited yet and might change a little):

“Well hello, gorgeous.” Gorgeous? Holy fuck. Look who’s talking. Soft strands of midnight black hair tease at his face, as he towers over you in a gray pinstripe suit, pastel pink tie loose around his toned chest right under the third unclasped button. He’s all leg; but it's his catlike eyes that hint of untold intimacy and sly smile that captivates. You want to see more. “Ah, hello,” you say to Mr. Tall, dark and handsome, flashing your platinum card. His eyes flicker to the card then back to you. “I. It’s my first time coming here, so I don’t really know what I’m doing.” “A virgin?” he asks, his teeth peeking out as his smile turns into a wide grin. “They are gonna eat you up.” 

[foxymoxynoona]

DRABBLES

I want many but I'll throw some out there for you to choose

Amended JK with his newborn baby, getting to experience being a baby dad for the first time.

Penguin!Koo and Rana...possibly having a bub? 🥺 I just know Jungkook would be a fretful mess and Rana cool as beans (though imagine the role reversal)

And new potential drabbles -

Spaceship captain reader x alien Hoseok + soulmates = 'I question fates decision sometimes, you know?'

Fae Lord Jimin x human reader = 'you will not touch her'

God of death Taehyung x Goddess of memories reader = 'because death is eternal'

Ok, I'm going to wind up writing a few of these but I'll keep linking back to this post so you get credit for your ideas 😉 But the first one is ready!

TITLE: Regretful Eternal & Yours Characters: God of Death Taehyung x Goddess of Memories Reader + 'becaues death is eternal' Word count: 4990 CW: general discussions of death, afterlife, sad regrets, memories of sex, some language

“Taehyung!”

The God of death closed his eyes and let out a deep, weary sigh as his name echoed in that voice down the corridor. He hazarded a glance at his collection of KAWS stuffies lined up on the back shelf of his office. He’d been told the familiar cartoon characters with Xs for eyes were “macabre,” “weird,” and “juvenile.” Maybe the last god of death relished being a soulless dark villain but Taehyung liked having some personality, thanks. He’d been doing this for hundreds of years now since the last guy vacated. He wanted his office space to reflect that he still had some of his personality left; go ahead, crucify him for it. The stuffies were not going to help him with the obvious storm headed his way.

“Taehyung,” that voice snapped once again, now standing annoyingly in his doorway. Hard to believe he’d once orgasmed to the sound of that voice saying his name, though decidedly less sharp and more moany than the way you said it now.

“Yes, my darling?” he drawled, turning slowly to face you. 

“Fuck off with ‘darling,’ I’m not your scribe dropping pens in front of you for attention,” you scoffed, rolling right into, “Four. Four souls were signed off by you in the past mortal hour as headed for the rebirth loop without my approval. You can’t just forget my signature–”

“It’s a very easy signature to forge,” he snickered, recalling the way he used to sign your name. With his tongue. On a very intimate part of your body.

Not that he wanted to remember that or anything, but it was better than remembering anything else.

Rage left you stuttering incoherently for a moment –he could remember other times he made you do that, if he cared to– before you shouted, “Well it’s not your job! And if you don’t cut that shit out–”

“You’ll what? Go above my head?” He grinned. “I’m the god of death, darling, there is no above me.” You’d once told him how classy and romantic it was for him to call you that.

He still knew precisely how to push your buttons. His ego about his title, slightly higher than yours as the Goddess of Memories, had always been a splinter in both your professional and private relationship. Blind fury welled up inside you that he’d resort to such a taunt, but you channeled that into the one place you could get him: bureaucracy. 

Because it actually was a problem if he was sending anyone for rebirth for whom memories still lingered in the world. It was your job to make sure that didn’t happen. One baby born who looked oddly like someone else could be chalked up to “strong genes” or “uncanny coincidence” but if it happened too much, you wound up with people asking too many questions, and then the system could break down completely, there’d be mass panic, the Fates would fire you all and your own immortal souls would be disintegrated into nothing. The world could only handle so many accidents, really only one major and obvious reborn soul, and that spot belonged to Keanu Reeves –all because Taehyung had lost a bet to Charlemagne centuries ago, the idiot.  

No, you would not specify which one was the idiot.

Ok, fine, it was both.

“Don’t make me go to the Fates,” you countered, because while they might be sideways in heirarchy, they were in fact the only ones who could pluck the strings to fix the mistake that was either Taehyung’s existence or promotion. 

Taehyung rolled his eyes but lacked a witty comeback.

It left you space to notice the tablet propped on his desk with the signature screen open.

“Oh my Titans are you fucking doing it right now?!” you cried, diving forward at the same moment he did. He grabbed for the tablet but he’d pushed back too far in his chair when he wanted you to notice his manspreading and hopefully trigger a memory of his dick (it did not) and his fingers barely brushed the device as you pulled it away. Sure enough, a quick scroll higher showed it was the sign-off for another rebirth, one neither reviewed nor approved by you. “These have to go through my department! You can’t just rebirth everyone! What the fuck is your problem?”

He knew his eyeroll would infuriate you as he insisted, “I was just about to forward this one over to you.”

“Like fuck you were.” You ignored his insistence and opened the file up onto his wall screen. You crossed your arms and watched the life moments play before you, realizing quickly that these were the highlights and lowlights of an old man’s life as marked by Taehyung’s team as “life defining.”

“You nitwit,” you scoffed, “You’re looking at the highlights and lowlights to determine eligibility?”

“Don’t doubt the skills of my team–”

“I’m sure they’re great at your job, but they can’t do mine. Get out of the chair.”

“No. You can sit,” he said, leaning back and motioning to his lap.

“It’s been two hundred years, give it up already.”

His face slid into a scowl, “Give what up? My chair? Not on your life.” 

“I don’t have a life. All I do is work,” you scoffed, quickly masking the personal complaint with the addition, “Because somebody’s been fucking it up and making more work for me.” You waited. You gestured for the chair.

With a sigh, he slapped a button on his desk and demanded another chair, “make sure it’s smaller than mine.” A moment later his assistant sprinted in, pushing it along. They settled it by Taehyung, bowed, and then fled.

“What happened to Tiff?” you asked, referring to Taehyung’s previous assistant who’d definitely been trying to seduce him and, you suspected, probably succeeded.

“Fired her. Used too much teeth,” he shrugged. You didn’t even get a word shouted before he snickered, “I’m kidding. I don’t fuck subordinates. She quit. Said it was too depressing down here.”

“Oh.”

Yeah, that seemed to happen a lot. You worked in two of the most depressing departments of the entire Underworld, after all. Staff turnover was high. That was a thing Taehyung had enjoyed about your relationship, that you got it, both the stresses of the job, the loneliness, but also the joy of a well-managed passage at the end of a mortal life, the beauty of rebirth or release, the two of you waxing poetic about eternal cycles– 

Not that he was interested in remembering that. He grinned, recalling instead the way your nails had traced red shapes into the skin of his back as he split you open–

“Stop that,” you huffed.

“What? Something bothering you?” he smirked, knowing full well that as the Goddess of Memories, your access to any memory recalled –especially right in front of your face– was yours to witness. Not always with your permission. Taehyung in particular had always been very good at getting under your skin and into your mind. Which led to some pretty mind blowing orgasms but also–

He snickered under his breath, like he knew he made you think of something good. He snickered like he didn’t understand the pain that came in the end. You don’t think he ever did understand that. God of Death and all that. No sentimentality about The End. Just a fact of eternity.

Despite your annoying thoughts, you were typing, searching, scrolling the whole time, peeking into interactions that jump out at you here, scouring school days and dates and days both good and bad at work. The man’s life had largely been one tragedy after another strung together by mundanity, but not the kind of tragedies that left a lasting impression on anyone except the one enduring them. No remarkable news coverage that sparked an author. No car crashes that changed someone’s outlook on the fragility of life. No major work accomplishes that inspired his colleagues. He’d been laid off and wound up in a retail job where he remained just mediocre enough to not get fired. When he retired, no one noticed.

“See?” Taehyung said, gesturing to the screen. “There’s nothing. He died without leaving a mark on the world in any way. Literally no one remembers him. He didn’t even have a nurse at the end who–”

You shake your head, “You don’t know anything about memory. You just know…”

“What?”

“Sex and death,” you say, brushing him away with a flick of your hand. “The impressions we leave aren’t always obvious. A face can linger in someone’s mind for the most innocuous reason–”

“But it has to reach a certain threshold to disqualify them from rebirth–”

“I know the rules, Taehyung. I’m good at my job.”

“I know you are,” he grumbled. You ignore the almost compliment and continue to dig. You start to look in the corners of the deceased man’s life, at the people who bought things from him off Craigslist, at any stores he went to frequently enough to become a familiar face. He donated to the Humane Society regularly, but only money, not time. His primary care doctor had died a few years before and he’d bounced around since then. He bought his prescriptions off the internet. He lived in an apartment but paid his rent by check and his landlord couldn’t recall the old man’s face, just was angry when he discovered the man dead after he was late on rent because there’d been no loved one to haul away the old man’s things which delayed his ability to clean and relist the apartment.

“Give up?” Taehyung asked. “There’s nothing.”

“There’s always something, at least something that delays– you can’t just send people to rebirth directly–”

“There isn’t always something and you know that as well as I do,” Taehyung argued. You hated that he, too, was awfully good at his job. Which made these forged signatures even more infuriating because it wasn’t like him at all! Usually he respected the system, considering he’d help build it!

Was he seeing someone again and it had him distracted? He was rushing through work to go see them? That made sense, it had been a long time, so far as you knew, and when Taehyung went into something, he went all the way in…

You looked and looked for something that wasn’t there as Taehyung grew increasingly frustrated before he finally reached forward and tapped the screen to bring up the signature form again, the waiver for you to officially sign that would release this man’s soul back into the queue for rebirth. How long it might wait there was the call of another department based on your needs and the priorities of other gods and departments. 

“There’s nothing,” he said to you, but quieter this time. While he loved to tease and antagonize, his goal wasn’t actual embarrassment; he could read you like a book, annoyingly fluent, and predict you’d be frustrated not to “win” with this man. 

You let out a deep sigh and conceded only, “This doesn’t happen as much these days.”

“Hm.”

“Fewer tenant farmers crawling off to die alone in their huts and get eaten by wildlife,” you mused. “Fewer towns wiped out by invaders down to the last child. The internet has changed things, people have the chance to make meaningful connections even beyond their daily circle–”

“Yeah but anonymously,” Taehyung countered. Skatá, he missed having these deep arguments with you. “Real name and real face: memories have to include those to send you to the after–”

“Do not preach at me about the rules! You of all people!” you shouted, pushing back from the desk in a huff. Then, because you’d been thinking about it lately, you insisted, “We ought to change the criteria. Memory… souls should be able to live on in memory for more than a face or a name. There are so many other ways to leave your mark on the world. There are so many other meaningful moments and connections–”

“If those moments were meaningful enough to allow someone to recognize your soul, they’d be remembered. The rules don’t need to change–”

You rose from your chair, demanding, “So people should be condemned to the repetition, to going back to that damned plane of mortal existence over and over again until they can pull of some connection in that lonely and quick-to-forget world that convinces us they’ve done enough to earn their eternity?”

“It’s not a punishment! It’s just… another chance.”

“Don’t you think it feels like a punishment? Can you really imagine having to do it all over again and again–”

“They don’t remember,” he insisted. 

“Exactly. It’s hell. It’s inhumane–”

“Forgetting can be a mercy,” he countered. 

For a moment you were both silent. You didn’t want to understand what he meant. You didn’t want to assume it was about you, even though you, too, could read him like a book.

He cleared his throat and shifted in his chair, gesturing as he added, “Besides what’s the record for repetitions, twenty? That’s not so bad.” He’d always admired your deep love for the people, your ‘bleeding heart’ for the mortals, so to speak. It was a thing you had understood in him and he in you, that you could deal with this final moment in their lives, one mortals couldn’t decide on as blessed or tragic but often caused pain and suffering to those who lingered either way, and recognize the importance of your work and also recognize how unknown it was to the both of you. 

“Isn’t that worse? They have to start all over, nothing to guide them better this time, no comfort that if this one doesn’t work out, they’ll get another chance, no warning that eventually they won’t. No hint that all they need to do is connect or leave something behind and they’ll be free of their mortal shackles– I mean look at all the stories they invent trying to make sense of it all!”

“It’s funny,” Taehyung grinned. Trying to be funny, because he’d slipped thinking fondly about your passion and devotion to your work and hadn’t resumed thinking instead about your tits quickly enough. There. Now he was smiling, thinking about them. “Look if you have a proposed update to the criteria, I’m happy to read it.”

“Magnanimous of you.”

He wanted to lure you back to talking about the impact of human technology on mortal connection but a sudden glint in your eye had you pull yourself back into the keyboard. 

“I’m an idiot,” you murmured, pulling open a separate database. 

Taehyung’s brow furrowed as he leaned closer to see what had suddenly captured your enthusiasm. 

“Ah…” he sighed as you trawled the ‘Regrets’ database. He had done a cursory search for any regrets of the man’s… but he had not done a search for any regrets about the man. 

“This should be a part of every review –and it is if these files come to my office first,” you mumbled. Yes, you were aware he was leaning in a way where he could watch your face instead of the screen. Just like you were aware he kept remembering things completely inappropriate for the workplace. “Also please get laid so you don’t short-circuit every time I’m in the room.”

“What, you think you’re special?”

“Apparently the scent of my shampoo is. Or is it my perfume? You seem uncertain.”

He snorted derisively and looked to the screen at your sudden cry of victory. There, on the screen, an elderly woman who had pined for the man when he was young but never told him. He had died unaware, but she’d carried that longing for him in her heart until it had morphed and solidified into a solid, life-long what if? She’d married and pursued a successful career in novel writing, still published something every few years to this day. Her first novel had recently been reprinted, including its dedication in the beginning:

To my first love and the last time I let fear hold me back. Thank you for inspiring me to always think of what could be and to take the leap for the things I want. And thank you for that piece of bubblegum when I skinned my knee in fourth grade. You were a swell chap, Glenn.

“Ha!” you crowed, pushing up from the chair for the last time. “That’s enough! That book is in print right now with that dedication.”

“It could be any Glenn–”

“But it’s not,” you insisted. “Pull up her file, her memories of him are still there, she’s still living, and she’s no doubt told others the story if she even kept the initial dedication to him. Rebirth denied, eternal freedom granted.” You crossed your arms, gave Taehyung a smug grin, and sank back into the chair to watch and make sure he correctly marked the file. Yes, it was barely passable, you knew that. Yes, he could probably overrule you if he wanted. The woman was likely he only one to remember the man enough and she’d be dead within a decade too; his soul could easily wait that long in the queue and then be rebirthed without any issue. But for right now he had technically passed.

It meant something to you that Taehyung let you have this.

“Yeah but…” 

“But what?” you pressed.

“But isn’t it just kind of… sad? He doesn’t even know he still mattered to that woman,” he said. His movements slowed as he dragged the tablet closer and backed out to the correct form. “He died not knowing she felt anything about him at all, or that he had any impact on anyone. Is that really the spirit of success here?”

You fell silent. Taehyung had written those rules; or some of them, the newer ones, since he’d taken over so long ago. 

“I just mean,” he continued, “is this the worse punishment? We send him on to eternal freedom, he can see the homage that gave him that release, and in death, this is all he has to show for it. So now he has a regret that he didn’t know this, and maybe his life could have been completely different if he’d known.”

Carefully, you pointed out, “It doesn’t mean it would have been. And you forget how lonely and despairing so many people are. This might be comforting. It’s not like he didn’t know he had no one and nothing at the end. He had the birds he watched from his window and a few TV shows he kept up on. Nothing in his memories indicates he wants to try again.”

“Because you wouldn’t.”

“Of course not! That world seems damned terrible for most of the people in it! Look how hard some people have to fight just to exist, much less make friends and pursue their passions and make any big mark on the world. Their life systems are focused on all the wrong things. They’re so busy telling everyone how to live and what they’re allowed to do and caging it all in with money–”

“Yeah Capitalism was really a victory for the Act of God and Karma department, huh? It always feels like those fuckers went overboard but then you see what the mortals do to each other and...”

“It’s fucked up,” you agreed.

“You and I, we really have the best departments,” he suggested. 

“We… do,” you agreed slowly, because there was camaraderie behind the way he said it and you didn’t know why the sudden shift in mood.

“But sometimes… sometimes the act of The End is what makes you realize that you do want another chance. How many final moments have we seen where people begged for it? How many times are those final moments focused on regret? Sometimes people want another chance!”

You blinked at him. You, like so many times before, pretended not to see the memories slipping through the sieve of his mind without either his or your permission –evenings spent in bed yes but also mornings waking up in each others arms; holidays basking in the sun on the beaches of Naxos; arguing over a dinner you made and he would clean up because you had talents that complimented each other; a reason to stop working so damn much, even just to canoodle in his office when something so tragic came across one of your desks that you needed a physical reminder that you were safe, that he was safe, that you had in each other love and support and acceptance. How blessed it had been for you, known to cry at work as you sorted through memories or the absence of them, to find that Taehyung could soothe your heart, but also that he too felt the sorrows that came with the job. You were not alone.

But you ignored those memories, and those thoughts in yourself, because you knew a memory wasn’t a choice. A memory happened. It’s why they were the pure system by which eternal death or rebirth hinged on, because a memory didn’t equal a truth, but it was the fabric of that ephemeral thing, the soul. Your soul consisted of your own memories, of as many lives as you led, which you were free to parse and peruse in the freedom of eternal death, but only once your soul left some piece of itself on earth, in the souls of others. An unearthly form of reproduction, you could say. And you, the two of you, managed the process to keep those frail humans from losing their minds because four identical people were running around, a single fragmented soul now going to confuse and terrorize other souls also afraid of fragmenting, afraid of being incomplete or unwhole. Humans were obsessed with being whole and ‘normal’ and all sorts of boring things, when really they should be concerned with challenge, passion, enthusiasm, and joy.

At least that’s what you’d written in your Masters thesis that had landed you this title. It had gotten you laughed out of a few offices but Taehyung had poured over it multiple times as his fingers lazily roamed your bodies, asking questions as he fed you grapes dipped in honey, moaned about how he loved your mind as he made love to your body–

Memories were not choices, they just were. Taehyung, like this novel writer, was not driven to act by the presence of any of those memories, other than being a cocky asshole about the raunchy ones. That was itself a choice, and it told you everything you needed to know in a clear way, unlike this veiled could-be metaphor.

“Well you’re the God of Death,” you pointed out. “If you think there’s a flaw in the system, you fix it. I don’t know, add a clause that if the person dies with regrets– no, we did that–”

“Yeah, we did that,” Taehyung said. “People are still freaked out about ghosts even though there haven’t been any new ones since I took over and ended that one. Freaky as shit! You think rebirth is bad…”

“Well add the clause. You’re good at dragging things out,” you snorted. You hadn’t meant it to be mean, not really, but it was clear from his face he took it as such. Quickly you added, “I just meant because death is eternal. You’re the god of… The End. The fork in the road.”

“And you’re the goddess of what, holding on until you get distracted by something else and forget?”

“Hey now,” you glared.

“The goddess of letting your feelings alter what you think actually happened.”

“Taehyung!”

“Confirmation bias.”

“Stop that,” you scoffed. You grabbed his hand and pressed his finger to the thumb scan, approving Glenn’s lonely soul for the relief of eternal death, a place where finally his soul could choose for itself when to wake, when to slumber, when to dream, or when to be no more, as a rock or a star or a blade of grass or Nothing.

“There. Now we’re done, ye God of Ego.”

“Ego,” he repeated. “Ego?”

“Well why else are you skipping me and sending these souls back to try again? Admit it, you don’t want to admit that I can see the things you miss about people. You only look at the highs and the lows and you miss the significance, the importance of all those moments in between–”

“I do not–”

“You got so busy you thought a weekly fuck and a nice dinner on our anniversary was enough,” you continued without entirely meaning to. “Do you know why humans remember the things that go wrong on vacation more than the things that go well? Because manufactured connections are false. Picture perfect is a lie. The memories are smooth and they slip away. They aren’t real. Just like we apparently weren’t–”

“Oh don’t give me that bullshit. We were plenty real until you got distracted by Neptune and his glow up. He just got bigger because of global warming, Y/N! He’s still the same Poseidon who cums salt and has crabs skittering through his hair–”

“Gods, you are so jealous! Nothing happened with me and Namjoo– I mean Neptune–”

“Oh, he told you to call him Namjoon, huh?” Taehyung gave his chair a hard shove towards the desk and stomped away. 

“Nothing happened. That’s not why we ended.”

“Yeah, you’d remember,” he scoffed.

“You remember too,” you insisted. “I see it in your memories.”

He glared and stormed closer, “No, you don’t, because I don’t think about it because it’s not important.”

“Ouch.” You recoiled.

But his face took on a desperate look as he pleaded, “It’s not important because the fact we ended was the worst part of our relationship. Being with you– the good things were so much more important to me. Are so much more important to me. That’s what I’m saying. You were right about Glenn but I think you were wrong about us.”

“So…” Your brain was scrambled. You tried to think through this sudden confession and couldn’t. “But…”

“I want a second chance,” he said. And crossed his arms and lifted his chin.

“Because of…” You looked at the tablet, as if it would explain to you why this sudden change of heart.

“Because I don’t want to be that novelist and regret never admitting that to you.”

“You just miss the sex,” you tried. He’d successfully knock your feet out from under you. This was not how you had expected this workplace confrontation to go. 

“You know that’s not true.”

“You think about it all the time–”

“Well there’s a lot of sex to remember,” he grinned. “But I know you see the other memories I try to block out by remembering the sex.”

You did. Because the most joyful and the most painful memories were always the strongest, the easiest to track and feel. And many of your memories together now inspired both joy and suffering. 

He wasn’t alone in that.

“I…”

“It’s ok if your answer is no,” he said, with that crooked smile beneath the soft eyes that had always stolen your heart. He could be so smug and headstrong and stubborn but no one had ever loved you or admired you or humored you the way he had, that wasn’t just a memory, it was the truth.

“You have to stop sending people to rebirth without running them by my department first,” you said, lifting your own chin and leveling a serious look at him. “You don’t know everything. Stop pretending like you don’t need me.”

“I do need you.”

The sentence that stopped your heart –or, you know, would have, if you were a mortal with a beating one.

“I need you to help me improve this system,” he said, suddenly scratching at his hair and looking to the side. “I know I’m not perfect and the world is changing so help me with that. You see the things I don’t see and um, I’d rather you help than just not say anything until it’s too late.”

“Ah.”

“You know, at least give me the chance to fix them.”

“It means you have to actually listen.”

“Yeah, I know.” He glanced at you, eyes going wide, youthful in his ageless face. 

“Good. It’s good that you know that,” you said. And tried not to look at the memories bubbling over in his mind but it was impossible to miss them, because they were strong, and they were about you, and the regret and hope were honestly enough to nearly make you sick. It wasn’t helpful that they mirrored your own.

“So…”

“I’d be happy to work on the proposal with you,” you conceded. “Over dinner and drinks. On Friday?”

He grinned and nodded, “Yeah, over dinner and drinks on Friday. At your place or…?”

“In a restaurant, Pluto. Or Hades. Or whatever you’ve got on your door plate right now.”

He drew close and took your hand and grinned, “Nah, babe, you know you’ve always been allowed to call me Taehyung. That’ll never change. You’ve been calling me that all day anyway.”

“Have I–? I thought for sure I–” But you had. Oops. Old habits died hard, and Taehyung was just such a pretty name and, ok, maybe it had always left you a little smug to be allowed to call him that private name–

You cleared your throat and straightened your shoulders to gather yourself, “Then I will see you Friday. You pick the restaurant.” You darted away, loosening your hand, a bit flustered by how strongly he could still affect you when you let him. “And Taehyung… make it a good one.”

“Only the best this time. Good enough for eternity, I swear.”

“We’ll see,” you said, and quit his office, hoping in your heart that would be true.

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What if... the witches won? | BTS OT7 au

3K Short and sweet loooool. Warnings: Blood, injury, kidnapping, derogatory terms, mental torture, torture, self-harm, death, suicide, witches being bitches, macabre descriptions, angst.

So this alternative timeline/chapter would take place after the flashback bonus chapters. I cant believe the what if multiverse saga is over... but maybe, just maybe, one day there'll be a season two x

A finger traces your cheek as you sleep, nails pointed, sharp enough to slice through if she wanted, but that would be a waste of blood. For a power so infinite, it was such a shame it was stored in a vessel pitifully limited and weak. All you were to Jennie was a conduit, not a person, not a soul, just the blood candle ready to burn when she wanted.

She’s been waiting for this, a moment where you were alone. The vampire princes were too far away, focusing on practising their bond control, unable to notice the spell she’s put around your room so they can’t sense her or you.

“What a waste of blood when it’s only being fed to vampires,” she sighs, noticing you stirring with a frown etched on your face. Your instincts were kicking in, warning you you were not safe, but it was already too late. “What we could do with you, candle.”

She leans down to whisper in your ear, fingers dancing an inch away from your forehead, filling your mind with anxious thoughts and disaster.

“It’s time to wake up now.”

Your eyes shoot open, startling yourself upright as you gasp for breath. She was drowning you in the dream she concocted and you could still feel the burn in your throat and lungs even as the illusion faded.

You’re met with a face you’ve not seen before, but the sneer on her lips let’s you know she’s no friend. It doesn’t take you long to work out it's one of the witches they’ve warned you about. The bond is dulled, it’s the first thing you scream your emotions down in a desperate attempt to reach them, but you can’t get through.

“Namjoon,” you keep your eyes on the witch when you call for him, not yelling, not yet, but your voice is firm and loud so there’s no mistaking he’ll hear you. Her smirk widens, she’s entertained by your call, and you gulp down the fear it induces. “Jungkook!”

He was the fastest, he was the one you raised your voice for next, but eerily outside of your laboured breaths and your bedroom, the estate was deadly silent.

“What did you do to them?” the terror was tearing through the walls of your chest now their safety was potentially compromised, is that why you couldn’t feel them? But surely if anything happened to them you’d feel it, you’d know. You push away thoughts of their demise far into the corner of your mind so not to cloud your judgement now, they were okay, you had to believe that.

“I haven’t done anything to them yet, candle,” she smiles more sympathetically now before it disappears into a fine line, and the sight has you on edge. It was as if she were apologising for something, and you were lost as to what.

She called you candle, the name confirms this was one of the black witches, as if you had any doubts about her identity. The panic and adrenaline her presence caused were short circuiting your brain, your bones ached to run to the seven men, or fight her yourself but those weren't viable realistic options that would work. You’d have to think, but you could barely string a thought together, let alone a plan.

“What are you going to do to them?” you breathe, the cloudy haze of your mind finally pulling apart the threat concealed in her words.

The corner of her lip lifts in amusement or praise, you couldn’t tell.

“That depends on how well you cooperate.”

You gulp before you make your decision, though you know the outcome will be disastrous.

“Namjoon!” You shout at the top of your lungs, leaping off the bed to the door, away from the witch as she rolled her eyes. You barely made it two steps before your body falls to the floor with a thud.

—

“Butterfly!”

“I can’t feel her,” Taehyung hyperventilates in panic, eyes roaming your empty room as if you’d just materialise and put his fears at ease.

“Butterfly!” Jimin yelled for you repeatedly, every call growing more and more desperate.

“The balcony door is open,” Hoseok notices, but the thought of you jumping off was unlikely. Even still, Jimin runs out to the balcony calling for you out into the garden.

“She didn’t jump off,” Yoongi snaps, “someone’s taken her.”

“Under our noses?” Jin asks as he walks back into the room with Jungkook and Namjoon after they searched the entire estate. “We would notice.”

“This screams witches,” Jungkook seethes. “One of us should have been with her, why weren’t one of us with her!”

They turn to the highest prince to lead them through this, to find you and get you back. The head of the royal house of bangtan looked like stone, face emotionless but his eyes screamed murder. Blood would be shed by the end of the night, and those witches would have their necks wringed.

—

“This is the blood candle,” Rose sneers as she walks around you. Jennie and Jisoo worked on the black cauldron as you stood on the platform for their ritual.

“What a waste, I know,” Lisa sighs in agreement from where she leaned on the stone walls. “Who knows what the universe was thinking?”

“Don’t underestimate the universe’s wisdom girls,” Jisoo warns from where she drops a purple liquid from a pipette into the mix without glancing their way.

“I can sense their claim on her,” Rose grimances, sniffing as she passes behind you.

A fire ignites inside of the metal, burning brightly.

“It doesn’t matter whether she's claimed,” Jennie grins at the flames. “Blood is still blood, bring her here.”

“But claimed blood only sends those who try to steal it into madness,” you state in shock, remembering what you had read with Namjoon during your study sessions. “It taints your soul unless given willingly.”

Your words reduce to a whisper as you watch their unaffected stares, they didn’t care. Your heart pounds in fear and regret as Rose grips your arm with her nails, bringing you closer to the remaining witches. A blade sits in Jisoo’s hands that she brings to the lead witch. Lisa grabs your hand, placing it over the fire as it burned, the heat uncomfortable but not searing yet.

They chant under their breaths, words you don’t understand. The reality of the situation hits you, if they take your blood it evens out the playing field, they’d stand a good chance against the vampires. You try to tug your hand away but the grasp they have on you is relentless. The blade slices your palm, drops of red hitting the fire as the blaze turns black, sizzling as the flames begin to settle. You watch as smoke fills the cauldron, overflowing onto the floor and the air around you all as they inhale deeply. Their eyes turn to black as the power settles into their bones, reducing in size back to their pupils, lines of purple lightning striking their irises.

“This power,” Lisa exhales, her fingers in front of her face as she watches her aura change, blind to your eyesight but they could see the air in the room shift. “It's muted because of the claim but still… so unbelievable.”

“They hoarded it to themselves,” Jennie snarls, teeth gritted in anger, her dark energy emitting from her form, clouds of black smoke exuding into the surrounding air. It touches your skin and you feel every happy thought, every good emotion leaves your body as if it never had occurred. A cold despairing feeling strangles your throat.

She stalks up to your form, and with each step she takes the atmosphere surrounding you turns to ice. The world was getting smaller, darker and closing in until all that remained was the deranged witch and the powers you gave her.

“Vampires compel candle,” she tells you with her eyes boring into yours. “Witches curse.”

She whispers into the air words you can't hear or comprehend but you feel a vice over your heart locking her spell into place.

“Are you sure that was wise?” Lisa asks tentatively, watching the interaction with doubt but you can’t see her, you can’t focus on anything other than the feeling of despair filling your lungs with every breath you take, until you convinced yourself you were drowning.

The sensation leaves when you all turn to the sound of bricks breaking, the stone of the witches’ castle smashed through a distance away from you all, but the sound so great it echoes from room to room.

“We have guests,” Jisoo grins maliciously.

Not a second passes before the air around you gusts turbulently from the arrival of the seven loves of your life, but you couldn’t be pleased to see them, you only wished they got here before your hand was cut. Now you just wanted them to leave safely in one piece. Tears blur your vision, your heart conflicted between feeling irrational betrayal that your blood was taken from you and it wasn’t by them, and the fear that now they might not stand a chance against the witches.

You watch Namjoon inhale through watery eyes, the remaining vampires already looking on edge at the smell of your open wound, not a single one of them caring what it meant except for the fact you were hurt. They hurt you, they touched you, they took you, those were the thoughts that fuelled the anger and rage behind their murderous gazes. You could see lightning crackle through the sky with the promise of rain, Hoseok shaking as he tried to reign in the storm. Jimin’s shadow limbs were inches away from Jennie’s neck with the promise of disembodiment as soon as Namjoon said the word. Yoongi edged his shield closer and closer to you, ready to cover you with it and push the witches away from you. But they all seemed to have forgotten a crucial ruling of the laws concerning your blood, they were all immune to the powers it bestowed.

“You’ve failed.”

The vampires watch stunned as you let out a scream and fall to your knees, your hands covering your ears as the scent of blood grows more pungent. Rose’s voice… She didn’t use her Siren’s call but your blood enhanced her abilities tenfold that it affected her normal speech. They all detected the change but it didn't cause them pain which is why they were shocked at your reaction. Even the siren-witch mongrel looked at you like you had grown a third head before she realised she caused your suffering.

Your hands come away from your ears, blood painting them as it poured out, the sounds around you muffled but you hear Jungkook call for you as they tried to reach you, but the witches only pushed back. An unspoken epiphany went through the heads of both clans, the playing field was even now they were all immune to each other’s special abilities, but the witches were more confident than the vampire’s realised.

“Joon…” the second you spoke they all acted, super speeding for the witches’ throats, but they fought back with equal strength. You feel an arm around your shoulders, unable to place the faint voice that called for you, sounding so far away despite being so close.

Namjoon and Jungkook took the head witch, Jennie’s cackling laugh echoing against the stone. Jin and Jimin occupied the siren halfling. Hoseok and Yoongi were dodging Lisa’s attack as they tried to get nearer to you, because you and Taehyung were left to Jisoo. The witch approaches you both slowly, the sneer on her face victorious prematurely or not. The vampire beside you watches her wearily, arm around you in comfort as he tries to think of a way to get you out. He needed one of his brothers to steal her attention, but in his peripherals he could see them barely avoid their incantations and hits, the witches knew what they were doing, they didn’t rule the realm for eons before the princes on a whim. They were not to be underestimated.

The world in front of you finally settles after spinning on a dime, you register the body beside you, turning to Taehyung with the overwhelming juxtaposition of relief and fear. His eyes are dead set on the weakest of the witches, but even he knows her power, while he had to focus on protecting you, was unmatched.

“You’ve taken her blood, you don’t need her anymore,” Taehyung tries to placate the woman, but he should’ve known better than to reason with inane evil. “Let me take her somewhere safe, away from all this.”

“No.”

Her arms raise beside her, hands poised like claws as you both feel the castle rumble. Stone bricks the size of bodies pop out of the walls like broken pieces of a puzzle, hanging in the air around you. The last thing you see is her smirk before Taehyung covers your body with his, the bricks striking you both and he takes every hit. The debris sticks to you as you’re pummelled, a cloud of grey haze surrounding you as you feel his grip slacken.

Everything suddenly slows down, not due to any power, but your senses take in every molecule as if you were trapped under Taehyung’s time manipulation. You feel him exhale on your skin, the pain searing as the bond reopens, but it isn’t that feeling that terrifies you. You can sense his doubt, a growing festering uncertainty tainting into hopelessness; he didn’t think they were going to win this.

The onslaught of stone pauses as you pull away to search his face, eyes widened at everything he was pouring through the bond. Taehyung was told human’s believed their life flashed before their eyes before they died, but you were the only one to hold his gaze in that moment. He had no regrets, all he felt inside of him as his body weakened was his love for you, no words were ever going to explain the depth of it so he let the bond talk for him. Your eyes begged him not to look like he was already saying goodbye, that there was still hope for all of you.

“Blood,” you breathed, a sense of urgency pumping through your veins as the answer lied in them. You pick up a shard of stone from the ground, a sense of de ja vu filling you as you watch his battered body struggle to stay upright. You reopen the cut on your hand that had stopped bleeding, bringing it closer to his lips but you don’t reach him. Your palm stops an inch away from his mouth, like an invisible shield separating you both out of nowhere. You push against the field, a sense of despair starting to course its way from your chest until it becomes tangible thoughts. You hadn’t registered her words when she cursed you, but it didn’t take you long to work out what Jennie had done.

Taehyung watches your features become distraught, and he wished he could make it disappear. He tried to find the strength to tell you it was okay, he would fight until his last breath for you, but he knew he wasn’t going to make it.

Jisoo stalks out of the grey haze that concealed you both, time starting to run again as the dust began to settle. You see the stake in her hands, your turn to protect the love of your life as you scramble to kneel in front of him. She grins before she swipes her hands in the air, a force throwing you to the side away from him as you watch with horror. The ground around him begins to swallow his form, holding him in place despite the vampire trying to stand. You don’t hear yourself scream as you watch her plunge a stake into his chest, but the others do, an awful anguish resonating through all of their chests as they witness their brother fall to the ground.

Their cries fill the open air but to you they’re muted. They lunge towards the scene but are held back by the witches, their outrage fuelling their desperation and it took all four women to restrain and contain them. Jisoo leaves him as her sisters call her for help, she doesn’t even glance your way.

You crawl towards the greying body, determined not to believe the hole carved into your heart now the string to his life and the bond between you was cut beyond repair. You pull his head onto your lap. His skin felt like stone.

Your blood can fix it, your blood can fix anything, that was all you were good for, it was all you could do. There was no hope behind your thoughts, only crippling insanity as the world crumbled around you. You find the sharp piece of rock again, cutting a line from your wrist to your elbow as you hover the wound above his lips. Blood poured and dripped out, falling into his mouth.

Please.

Please. The word repeats itself in your head but you don’t know who you’re begging. Red fills his open mouth, overflowing onto his grey cheeks, you rub his throat as if you were coaxing him to swallow, hiccuping as your body tried to release its desperation in sobs but you refused to give in.

“Please Taehyung,” you whimper. “Please don’t leave me.”

But he was already gone. You had avoided his eyes until now, but now you couldn’t deny it, they were cold and empty, staring at nothing. Namjoon had said the blood fruit could cure anything, why not death? The stone cuts and cuts until you're both covered in red, you’re deaf to their screaming, the pleading for you to stop, the tears. The only thing you could see was his lifeless form, remembering every second you had with him, and how it wasn’t enough. You were supposed to die, not them, they were immortal, you weren’t. This wasnt supposed to happen, they were supposed to be okay. You fed them your blood so they would be okay.

“I think it's time for you to stop now, candle,” Jennie states, trying to telekinetically immobilise you but the brothers were getting to be too much to handle. You were losing too much blood, it would have dire effects on your lifespan, as if the loss hadn’t already divided it drastically. The witches knew something the vampires didn’t, but they were willing to take a chance in killing the princes even if it reduced your life expectancy. But they hadn’t expected you to behave like this.

The deranged look in your eyes scares them all, a shuddering power cascading from the stars down to the witches castle, whispers of darkness swallowing the light, swirling around the human and her dead lover.

“Bring him back,” you command the forces surrounding you, your voice unlike anything they’ve heard before. You still sounded like you but the weight of your voice made their knees buckle.

Death cannot be undone, even by yourself, the thoughts are within your mind, coming from inside of you, and though there was familiarity behind the soft voice, you didn’t utter the words. You’re human, you can’t. I’m sorry.

It sounded like it was, but you still cursed it, refusing to give in. Your head spins, and you feel as if the entity around you was still watching with pity.

You’ll die trying, you can’t tell if it was a warning or a statement, but you don’t refute it.

The last thing you hear are their cries, as the world blacks out, and you feel nothing.

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Macabre — TEASER

summary — If someone ever told Jeon Jungkook that one day he will be disguising as a plumber to see a women, install video recording chip on her bedroom, stay up till all hours just to ogle at her sleeping form over his PC screen like some sick rascal, gone to a certain extent that he possessed 4 hand written journal just about her traits and characteristics, he'd have laughed his ass off and tell them to take a break.

But that was until she came.

Now the story was completely different.

genre — stalker au, yandere au.

pairings — jungkook x oc x lee min ho (gong taehoon)

warnings — mention of mental illness, jungkook is nuts, oc might come off a bit meek, homophobic side characters mentioned(they're gonna piss you off sm), stalking, abduction, stockholm syndrome at some point, explicit scenes, touching without consent, dominant male stereotypes, infidelity (not between the main leads) jungkook was just an ordinary guy :( but madness took over him.

DISCLAIMER.

this does not define jungkook irl, i neither endorse nor condone to this type of behaviour.

this is purely fictional.

© bighitfics 2024

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BTS FIC RECS (PART 9)

Jeon Jungkook/Kim Namjoon | RM

untimely spring by kimliping

Namjoon snatches his thumb out of Jungkook's mouth, brings it into his own mouth and sucks. He and Jungkook moan in sync, low shocked sounds that intertwine in the air and all Namjoon can think is mild sunshine and pitaya juice running down his lips, staining his hand, dry grass under his bare feet.

"You taste," almost ripe, he thinks. "Really weird," he says.

or: pack alpha Namjoon gets particularly cuddly during pre-rut. unpresented Jungkook is his favorite little spoon.

just want you to stay by ellemoonchild

PART 2 IN ROCKSTAR OMEGA JUNGKOOK & ALPHA NAMJOON SERIES

Omega Jungkook and Alpha Namjoon have been courting for some months now, blissfully and desperately in love, but as Jungkook's next big tour and his oncoming heat approach they have to decide whether they want this forever...or let their love affair become yesterday's news.

sing me like a bible hymn by raplinelover *

Jungkook is the perfect son, altar boy and Christian. Then Kim Namjoon walks into his life.

falling prey by cypheromone *

“I believe you may have something you want to talk about,” Jungkook drawls, and upon closer inspection, Namjoon finds that Jungkook’s pupils are huge. He’s on something yet again.

“Who are you?” Namjoon demands, voice low in the empty hotel hallway, barely loud enough to be heard over the air conditioning.

“Jeon Jungkook, the sweet, beautiful maknae of BTS,” says Jungkook, slurring slightly.

“No you’re not, try again,” Namjoon snaps.

Not-Jungkook sneers at him. “That big brain of yours and you still haven’t figured it out. Pathetic.”

(Or: in which Jungkook is possessed by a demon.)

Blue Ribbons on Ice by vminkookminv *

Jungkook has been watching the hot mechanic in the neighbourhood.

Alright, maybe he's a little obsessed. But who can blame him?

All the ways to burn by vminkookminv

Jungkook gets his knotting dildo stuck, and asks Namjoon for help.

The only thing is, Jungkook is an alpha. And he’s not supposed to own knotting dildos, let alone have one inside him.

Jeon Jungkook/Kim Seokjin | Jin

block, block, kiss by macabre

Really, it takes longer than it should for Jeongguk to realize that the amount of gifts and things done for him in their games goes a little beyond just friendly behavior, but Jeongguk's never been courted before, and he certainly has never been courted online before.

(Written for bunkoo x wolfjin fest.)

a star that doesn't shatter by cutiesexysaucie

"Let hyung do it."

or;

A series of snapshots inspired by Abyss.

Simulated Love by cypheromone

Jungkook made us in The Sims and he made us boyfriends, Seokjin thinks, realization making his pulse hammer, his cheeks warm.

Jeon Jungkook/Kim Taehyung | V

Easy by creambunkoo

Jungkook ducks his head, face scrunching with sleepy disbelief, hoping the others won't realize what Taehyung is doing.

Jeon Jungkook/Min Yoongi | Suga

one and done by exarite

At this point in their relationship, Jungkook’s heat and Yoongi’s rut have long synced up.

Usually, a week before his heat is scheduled to start, Jungkook begins to feel the signs and symptoms of pre-heat, and like a domino, Yoongi’s behavior begins to shift in response.

There's something different about this cycle.

::

Yoongi is about to go into rut. Jungkook is supposed to match him with a heat.

For some reason, he isn’t.

As the stars watch me descend by vminkookminv

Jungkook gets curious about what's it like to bottom, and he asks the only person he can trust—Yoongi hyung.

And Yoongi... Yoongi wants nothing more than to see Jungkook blossom.

Jung Hoseok | J-Hope/Min Yoongi | Suga

fit for a king by macabre

The choice is clear for Hoseok; take up his sister's place as the mad king Min Yoongi's bride to spare her a life of cruelty.

Kim Namjoon | RM/Kim Taehyung | V

no one on earth by macabre

Only if you're lucky can you look into a mirror and see someone not yourself.

Namjoon grows up with the knowledge of his soulmate, seen every day in self-reflection. Even when his soulmate becomes all he can see around him, on billboards and magazines, he finds it hard to seek him out.

asynchronous by macabre (WIP) *

Idol groups are not formed for musical chemistry.

They're formed on compatibility for the subgender mix contained therein.

caught by macabre *

In just one night, Namjoon's life changes forever. His department executes a routine bust, but in the back room of the place of interest there's a door with more than one lock on it. All they find inside is an omega, and he's got a secret that not even he knows.

Kim Namjoon | RM/Min Yoongi | Suga

Provisional Eternity by loquaciousEscapist *

"But considering those words of that first song had been written as he’d cried angrily over the fact that it had been weeks since they’d last had a conversation lasting longer than two minutes, that he could feel their friendship slipping through his fingers even as he tried desperately to cling onto it, maybe there had been no universe where Namjoon would’ve been the first person to know about this particular album.

Maybe, in another universe, Namjoon would’ve been the first to know about a different first album. Maybe, in that universe, they had even worked on it together."

(Or - when they had pre-booked a holiday to Jeju together, all seven of them, Yoongi hadn't anticipated that his friendship with Namjoon would apparently dissolve in the year between booking and going on the holiday. Now, he's facing a trip with the man who is simultaneously a stranger to him, and the person he knows best in the world.)

cycle around (series) by cypheromone *

Summary from the first fic: 

If Yoongi weren’t famous, he’d have a pup by now, he knows. Even if he weren’t in a relationship, he would’ve gone to a sperm bank or asked a friend for help. He would’ve found a way.

But Yoongi is famous. He’s one of two omegas in their group of seven. Instead of spending his heats with any of the four alphas in the group, he passes every single heat clinging to the lone beta, because the sad reality is this:

None of the alphas want him.

under the expensive mistletoe by cypheromone

Seokjin nods, watching Yoongi and Namjoon thoughtfully. “So you've been stuck here for hours, huh? You’ve tried kissing, right?”

Namjoon and Yoongi both freeze.

“What?” Yoongi asks, sounding wide awake, voice strangled.

“You’ve tried kissing?” Seokjin asks again, blinking. “That’s what people do under mistletoe. If you kiss, that should do the trick, right?”

(Namjoon and Yoongi, both silently in love with each other, get stuck under some magical mistletoe.)

Namjoon's pack (series) by AiirJ (WIP)

Summary from the first fic:

Namjoon chokes on the warm liquid in his mouth. He sets his cup down and coughs. “Excuse me? My scent?”

Or Namjoon gets tasked with helping Yoongi continue hiding his omega status

Honey & Fire by bdxjimin

“What would the lessons be?”

Yoongi grins, and a small part of Namjoon feels off about it, expression a little different than it was before. “Simple chores, some etiquette corrections, nothing strenuous for an omega,” Yoongi answers. “But I have one final question, and you need to answer me honestly.”

Namjoon reluctantly nods, wary. He takes a sip of his drink.

“Are you a virgin?”

OR

Young omega Namjoon is struggling to pay for his next semester of college. His old-fashioned, alpha uncle Yoongi offers to pay it for him with only two stipulations-- Namjoon has to live with him, and he must follow lessons on how to be an acceptable omega to secure a future mate.

Namjoon thinks it'll be easy, if not just a little annoying.

He is mistaken.

Kim Seokjin | Jin/Min Yoongi | Suga

Heavy is the Crown by Hermit_Hanes (WIP)

Yoongi knows his fate was sealed the day his sire named him heir.

i flow the way water flows by mintaejin *

Seokjin swallows and blinks at her. "Do you . . . ?" he swallows again. "Would you fuck me?" He laughs nervously. "I don't really know how to fuck anyone yet. I guess I have to learn, but uh . . . if I can put that off another day, I'd be happy."

 Yoonji licks her lips. "Oh, oppa, as long as you're with me, you'll never have to learn."

 She knows that she isn't imagining how his eyes darken at those words.

yoonji takes home the prettiest oppa and fucks him senseless

POLY RELATIONSHIPS

OT7 - Relationship

seven stars by cypheromone (WIP)  *

Summary from the first fic:

After an electrical storm in an unstable wormhole near Earth, the I. S. E. Bangtan loses contact with the Institute, and is considered lost in space.

Four months later, the crew of the Bangtan is still stranded in an unknown galaxy. The ship is broken with no acting engineer to make repairs. The crew's doctor and life support specialist can barely cooperate professionally, and the captain is falling in love with the planetary explorer.

(A love story spanning galaxies.)

knot a problem by ellemoonchild  (WIP)

The youngest alpha in the pack has been unusually moody, bratty, and overly emotional as of late. He’s been all pouts and teary eyes and doesn’t want to listen to any of them, not even his pack alpha. Which is the biggest cause for concern. The pack is at a bit of a loss of what to do with their normally happy and behaved pup.

But it isn’t until the pack’s holiday retreat when pack alpha Namjoon and pack omega Seokjin realize just what’s been going on: Jungkook is about to go into his first rut.

Or ~

Alpha Namjoon and Omega Seokjin have to help tame and train their youngest alpha mate Jungkook on how to properly handle his rut before the rest of the pack can join them.

Clarity by creambunkoo

 "Do you want us to help you take your mind off things? No thinking, just being good for us?"

 Jungkook can already feel himself slipping just from the quiet rasp of those words in Yoongi's steady voice. "Please."

This is a love story about Jungkook's hyungs eating him out.

Jeon Jungkook/Kim Namjoon | RM/Min Yoongi | Suga

Largely Enough by sseoltangie

“Generally speaking, you’d be up for this?”

Jungkook shrugged. “I mean you’re both hot so yeah.”

Yoongi has a request.

(* Personal favorites)    

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[babykkyu]

NAMKOOK

asteria (49k, wip, 6/?, E)

by macabre

tags: ❗ graphic depictions of violence // side 2seok // a/b/o dynamics // mob boss namjoon // mafia au // gang violence // alpha namjoon // omega jungkook // mating cycles/in heat // mating rituals // imprinting // shy jungkook // sweet jungkook // loss of virginity // jungkook-centric // namjoon is whipped // namjoon calls jungkook pet names // protectiveness // jinkook are siblings // past domestic violence // past abuse

summary:

Jeongguk is twenty-three and still nothing; he hasn't presented, he hasn't done anything worth note, and he feels bothersome to the few people around him.

But there's an alpha following him around. An alpha powerful enough to let his scent go unmasked in public.

Jeongguk can't imagine why he's interested in him.

--- my current fave fic 🥰🥰

[ggukkiereads]

Fic Recs | Themed Series - OT7

These recs are based on an ask about 

“OT7 fics that has a story line for each member and they're all connected/in the same universe”

Because there are so many universe/s, I categorized the fics into the ff:

Band/Music/Idol AUs

CEO/Office AUs

College AUs

Mafia/Gang AUs

Science Fiction/Dystopian AUs

Supernatural/Fantasy

Secret Agents/Spy AUs

Slice of Life

Credits go to all the writers who planned these series. Thank you dear writers for sharing these gems with us!

And if you happen to see/read fics listed here and enjoyed them as much as I did, don’t forget to show appreciation through reblogs, comments, or other positive interaction you could think of.

Note:  These are NOT polyamory fics but rather, themed series set in one universe and each member gets their own story/ one shot / series

if link to fic doesn’t work, click on author and go to their masterlist

Melodrama Tour @jungkxook - one shot per member | punk band AU, musician AU | angst, fluff, smut

Make it Right | Jungkook - Exes AU

Backseat Serenade | Taehyung - Brother’s Best Friend AU

Other members fics coming soon

beyond the scene is a seven-member pop-punk band known for their most recent breakthrough success, taking the world by storm with their sold out melodrama tour. but, as rumour has it, the newly shining stars each seem to have their own melodramatic secret to go with them

You can also check their vlogger series: Not a Clickbait

The Sunset Series @ilikemesometaetaes -  one series per member | Rockstar AU | angst, fluff, smut

Don’t Hold Your Breath | Jungkook - series [6/10] | rockstar AU, Exes AU, CEO!Reader

Other members fics coming soon

Brothers ‘Til Sunset (BTS) is a world renowned rockband consisting of seven members that operate on and off-stage

BTS in 10 Years AU @hayjeon - drabble per member | idol AU

In 10 years, once BTS has amiably broken up and the members have moved on to find their places in their new careers and personal lives, they end up settling right exactly where they needed to be.

CEO Series @hisunshiine -  CEO AU, Office AU | smut, fluff, angst

Business Attire | Taehyung - Regional Manager Taehyung x Assistant!Reader

Devious Ethics | Namjoon - CFO!Namjoon x Environmentalist/Activist!Reader

Competitive Advantage | Yoongi - Head Lawyer!Yoongi x best friend of the tree hugging environmentalist

Fiduciary | Seokjin -  coming soon

Insider Trading | Jungkook -  coming soon

Client Centered | Hoseok -  coming soon

Supply and Demand | Jimin -  coming soon

seven shot series where each BTS Member has his own story that intertwines with the main plot of Namjoon and Seokjin taking over as CEO and CFO of their families company.

Cardiovascular Palpitations (Jungkook, FWB AU, Surgeon AU) and Cut Me Open (Yoongi, Husband AU, Divorce AU) belong to the same universe - @/hayjeon

Operation: Love Letters @ve1vetyoongi - mystery, college!au, romance | fluff, smut

Sign up for the Love Calculator today to find your perfect match?

It’s one series split into six (6) chapters and each member gets highlighted.

It’s a mystery, so you guess who is the endgame for OC

Needless to say, I had fun with this series =)

You’re so Creepy (drabble series) @whatifyoulivelikethat  -  crack, university au, creepy girl au | fluff

kim namjoon - part i | part ii (fave)

kim seokjin - part i | part ii (fave)

min yoongi - part i | part ii  

jung hoseok - part i | part ii (fave)  

park jimin  - part i | part ii (fave)  

kim taehyung  - part i | part ii

jeon jungkook - part i | part ii  

There’s always at least one campus creepy girl. Or seven. Part 1 (1st kiss) Part 2 (2nd meeting). Also part of this reading list

Worshipers Series @jimlingss - one shot per member, unless indicated as a series | God AU (can be read interdepently but best to go through sequentially

Worshipers of the Stars | Yoongi -  Goddess of Light and Life!OC x God of Moon!Yoongi

Between Heaven and Hell | Hoseok -  Human!OC x Human!Hoseok, War AU

Worshiper of the Sky | Taehyung - series [3/3] | Goddess of Sky!OC x Sacrifice!Taehyung

Worshiper of the Spring | Jimin - ??!OC x God of Wine!Jimin

Worshiper of the Souls | Namjoon - Ghost!OC x King of the Underworld!Namjoon

Worshipers of the Sea | Jungkook - Pirate!OC x God of Sea!Jungkook

Worshipers of the Sun | Seokjin - Goddess of Love!OC x God of Sun!Seokjin

Long ago, there were gods who resided in Heaven — existing to watch over and protect the universe. Each of them had their own flaws, trials and tribulations; some which were more sparing than others, but these are their stories...

Crescent Bound @parkhabits - BTS | 31.9k | Seven werewolves. A pack bound by the moon. | S, F, A  ~ [3/7]

Jungkook - one shot | 12.3k | Werewolf AU, Bestfriend AU

Yoongi - one shot | 8.5k | Transfer Student, Strangers to Lovers 🌷

Jimin - one shot | 11.1k |  Werewolf AU, Ex Friends AU

Seokjin - to be posted

Hoseok -  to be posted

Taehyung -  to be posted

Namjoon -  to be posted | Werewolf AU, Arranged Marriage AU

if this is more organized and detailed, it’s because it was part of my reading list and I just copied 😊✌

Werewolf AU @littlemeowmeowschimmy - one shot per member | werewolf AU, Tattoo Artist AU (well some of them)

Mark Me | Jungkook  - bestfriend jungkook x human reader

Come Play | Taehyung - classmate taehyung, FWB (sort of)

Vamps and Wolves | Jimin - werewolf!jimin x vampire!reader, Enemies to Lovers (this is actually 🥕my favorite from the series). read Part 2

Librarian | Namjoon - Librarian Namjoon x Hunter Reader

My Moon | Hoseok  - Tattoo Artist Staff Hoseok  x Bartender Werewolf!Reader

Sexy Drug | Yoongi - Werewolf Yoongi x Witch Reader, Music Prodcuer (my 2nd favorite)

Best Friend | Seokjin - Tattoo Artist! Seokjin x Bestfriend!Reader

Tempting Universe @kinktae - series or one shot per member (maknae line) | demon AU, Angel AU, supernatural AU, Fantasy AU | smut, angst

Tempting | Taehyung - series [13/13] | 67k |  Demon Taehyung x Angel Reader, Forbidden Love

Soliloquy | Jimin - Angel Jimin x Reader, Unrequited Love, Fluff, Angst

Too Tempting | Taehyung - a sequel [3/?]

Supernova | Yoongi - coming soon

Valentine | Jungkook - coming soon

A definitive masterlist of all my stories written within the tempting universe, listed out chronologically/in the order that I would have you read it.

Tales of the Purebloods @rosaetae  -  maknae line (series per member) |  Vampire AU, Royalty AU, Soulmate AU | so far, we have Jungkook’s story

Spellbound to Be | Jungkook - series [1/?] | witch reader

Ardently | Taehyung - series [coming soon] | sort of exes (?)

Of Whim And Tonic | Jimin - series [coming soon] | human!reader

In the Upper World, hidden from a mere mortal’s naked eye, holds the naturals of nothing but super. These stories encompass the tales of three brothers who have been born with vampire’s blood in their system, their names bringing goosebumps when mentioned for they have been feared by both the Upper World and the mundane world over many centuries.

sorted: a hogwarts au @gukyi - hogwarts AU, various AU | fluff

white chocolate fudge | seokjin — one shot | 11k | head boy x head girl

interconnection | yoongi — one shot | 8k | pining, letters/poems

tutor | namjoon — one shot | 11k | enemies to lovers, rivals

a series of scenarios featuring each member, set during the same hogwarts universe.

BTS!Supernatural Series @preternatural-fools 

Black Magic - Witch!Yoongi - (4.7k words)

Rune Stones - Psychic!Jimin - (5.1k words)

Blood Drive - Vampire!Tae - (8.6k words)

Purple Haze - Fae!Jungkook - (8.6k words)

Macabre - Necromancer!Hoseok - (6.3 words)

Moon Shine - Werewolf!Namjoon - (8.9k words)

(Jin) - coming soon

Mythical BTS @thesammtimes - Supernatural AU 

Bloodless - Jimin | Vampire

Epoch - Jungkook | Grimreaper (complete)

Pure - Seokjin |  Angel

The Chaser - Yoongi | Hunter

Erratic - Taehyung | Demon

Vile - Namjoon | Vampire (never posted)

Immortal - Hoseok | Fallen Angel

This is the recommended order for reading the AU (use desktop to check the list)

(note: the series is incomplete but it’s a great read because of the intermixing of the stories. you really have to follow the recommended reading order)

Guarded (The Gajog) Universe @xjoonchildx - Mafia AU | fluff, angst, smut

Guarded | Hoseok - series [7/7] | 26k | Enemies to Lovers, Slow Burn, Tsundere, Bodyguard

Guilty | Namjoon - series [4/4] | 17k | Boss AU, Assistant AU, Mutual Pining

Greedy | Yoongi - series [7/7] | 46k | Doctor AU, Pining *also I really find him intriguing since Guarded - Taehyung too (though KTH doesn’t really get a story hahah)

you can read how I raved about Hoseok’s story here if it helps (have yet to post for Namjoon and  finish last few chapters of Yoongi’s sorry 😥)

Mafia Series @neonlights92 - series per member | Mafia AU, Gang AU, Arranged Marriage AU | angst, smut (uhm this is the first mafia series I’ve ever read 😁)

Monster | Taehyung - series [6/6]

Enigma | Yoongi - series [6/6]

Burden | Seokjin - series [7/7]

Charred | Hoseok - series [7/7]

Change | Jimin - series [7/7]

Run | Jungkook - ongoing [6/?]

Namjoon - TBA

This is the story of seven men. Seven dangerous men.  These are the stories of how they fell in love.

Top Priority Suspects @yminie -  one shot per member | Gang AU, Mafia AU | angst, smut, fluff

Kim Seokjin – The Boss | Read Here

Min Yoongi – The Underboss | Read Here

Jung Hoseok – The Caporegime | Read Here

Kim Namjoon – The Consigliere | Read Here

Park Jimin – The Spotter | Read Here

Kim Taehyung – The Supplier | Read Here

Jeon Jungkook – The Carrier |  Read Here

Bangtan and Mafia Universe @yoongiandchiminie - one shot/series per member | Mafia AU, Gang AU, Mafia AU (no masterpost for this series)

Addicted | Yoongi  - 01 02 03 04

Contrary | Jungkook

Rekindle | Seokjin

Crescendo | Jimin

Vague | Taehyung - 01 02

Kismet | Hoseok - 01 02

Brave | Namjoon - sadly never finished 😥

I’ve read it a long time ago and I just checked now but it hasn’t been updated. It’s also drabble-ish, so even if the parts are unfinished it’s still okay to read

When you’re born, you can’t see a color until you meet the eyes of your Soulmate for the first time. Bangtan is known as one of the most infamous gangs around. This series will focus on the lighter side of things, their soulmates- Well, maybe they’re lighter. Maybe.

Wanted Universe @jincherie -  Alien AU, Science Fiction, Soulmate AU, Action | fluff, angst, smut

Wanted | Jungkook - series [6/6] | 55.9k | Selkie King Jungkook x Human Reader who is a wanted “criminal” that crash landed on another planet

Tentacledipity | Jimin - series [6/9] | 50k+ |  This tale starts, as any good fiction does, with a girl crash landing on a foreign planet.

Fragmentation (links to general masterlist) or read on AO3 @thebiasrekkers - [10/10] drabbles per character as a prequel to Defragmentation (coming soon) | The Matrix AU

also check the card set [01 02] for this series, this is just so cool!

The Company @btsmakesmehappy - Secret Agent AU | fluff, angst, smut

Broken Vase | Namjoon - series [4/4] | 25k | Agent!Namjoon x Agent!Reader

Palate Cleanser | Taehyung - series [5/5] | 35k [ Agent!Taehyung x Baker!Reader, FWB AU, Strangers to Lovers

Sweet Scent | Jungkook - series [4/4] | 28k | Agent!Jungkook x Forensic Doctor!Reader

MicroWave | Yoongi - series [1/?] | 4.8k+ | Agent!Yoongi x Neighbor!Reader

Jimin -  coming soon

Hoseok -  coming soon

Seokjin -  coming soon

If you click the masterpost, the profiles for each character is  omplete with their skill set and level of competency. just amazing =)

Hobiverse Universe @bloomsuga - Slice of Life, Time Traveler, SMAU (but with written parts) | fluff, angst, smut

Forever We Are Young (pianist!yoongi x art student!reader)

BLOOM (idol!jungkook x idol!reader)

COLLIDE (artist!taehyung x waitress!reader)

ROSES (dad!seokjin x photographer!reader) - there are spinoffs for Jungkook and Yoongi stories too

ANONYMOUS (rapper!joon x singer!reader)

KIWI (idol!jimin x coffee shop owner!reader)

WOKE (time traveler!hoseok x writer!reader)

a series of chaotic slice-of-life social media au’s connected by one thing; parallel universe-traveling wannabe cupid, jung hoseok, who’s in charge of making sure you find your soulmate

Map of the Hearts Drabble Collection by hoseoksyn/bluesxde  - drabble series per member | Slice of Life AU | fluff, angst, smut

Keeping Things Simple | Namjoon - series [15/15] | 24k | Doctor AU, Fake Marriage AU

An Abundance of Scrunchies | Hoseok - [13/13] | 24.3k |  Single Parent AU, billionaire!hoseok x teacher!reader, enemies to lovers

Hesitate | Yoongi - [2/?] | 2k+ | Police Office AU, Friends to Lovers

The Formula for Love | Seokjin - [3/?] | 4k | Single Parent AU, Professor Seokjin

Cat Got Your Tongue | Jimin - [3/?] | 5.8k |Divorced Jimin, Cat Cafe AU, Brother’s Best Friend AU,  Secret Relationship

Say Hello to Me | Taehyung - [1/?] | 1.2k+ | Singer Taehyung, Friends to Lovers

Before the Sun Rises | Jungkook - [1/?] | 2k+ | Bar Owner Jungkook, FWB AU

a collection of drabble series set within the An Abundance of Scrunchies (aaos) universe

Amourville @artaefact - one shot per member | slice of life, fluff, angst

Grinchly, Yours | Hoseok - Christmas AU, Florist AU, Bookshop AU

Bakery 1995 | Jimin - Bakery AU, Childhood Friends to Lovers

A Letter in Roses | Taehyung - Valentine’s Day AU, CEO AU, Husband AU, Established Relationship

The Devil in Chanel | Jungkook - Bodyguard AU, Enemies to Lovers, *coming soon

just recently realized that the Jimin and Hoseok in Taehyung’s story are the same ones in fics #1 & 2. This is fluffy goodness 🥰

Snowball Effect Project by various writers @stutterfly @gukslut @fortunexkookie @ddaenggtan - Christmas AU | fluff, smut

Snow Don’t Tell - PJM | 27.2k | Neighbor AU, Friends to Lovers AU

The Holiday Unplugged - JHS | 17.4K | Domestic AU

Tip of the Iceberg - MYG | 20.1 | Strangers to Lovers AU, Single “Dad”

Frost Impressions - JJK | 41.3k | Teachers AU,  Enemies to Lovers, Pining, Bestfriend AU, Gamer AU, Idiots to Lovers  🌷

Cheapskate - KTH | 25.2k | Domestic AU

Half-baked Holiday - KSJ | 12.6k | Bakery AU, Friends to Lovers, Idiots to Lovers

Midnight Wishes - KNJ | 10.3k |  Roommate AU, Friends to Lovers, FWB AU

part of this reading list; it’s one small town and they’re all friends who found love during the holidays. what a charming series

BTS Dad Series @bts-reveries - SMAU series per member | Single Dad AU, Single Parent AU, Parent AU, Family AU | fluff, angst

Daddy Diaries - Yoongi | single dad AU x baker!reader

One Night Light  - Hoseok | choreographer x singlemom!reader

Page Turner - Namjoon | author AU, fangirl!reader, single dad AU

Daddy Duties - Jimin | Parents AU (new dad)

Mini Me - Taehyung | artist!taehyung x singlemom!reader

Young One - Jungkook | parent AU, photographer AU, 

Expect the Unexpected - Seokjin | parent AU, CEO AU, designer!mom

read in order to make sense since characters will appear in other SMAUs

Halloween Hookups by Krisaissosmart [ao3] - one shot per member | 17k | Romance (or hookups) one Halloween Night | F, S

Mario Edition - KSJ |  "I can't believe I had sex with a guy dressed as Mario."

Haunted Tour - MYG |  that time you met a hot guy during a haunted tour and took him home to have loud sex and piss off your roommate

Emergency Edition - JHS |  Halloween is a rough day for EMT's. You and your partner, Hoseok, need to find a quick way to release stress in between calls

Scary Move Edition - KNJ |  “We’ll get kicked out if we get caught.”

Mortal Kombat Edition - PJM | When Sub-Zero met Scorpion

Car Burglar Edition - KTH | Exes AU,  "So…Tell me. Do you still masturbate to the thought of me?” 🥕my favorite!

House of Horrors Edition - JJK | no summary

so I rarely recommend AO3 fics since the platform has a more organized way to read fics and I want to highlight tumblr works instead. But I don’t think this has been recommended yet and I just love that Halloween becomes cute instead of spooky. 

Read in order, the characters will make appearances which will make sense when you read the other one shots

Activate Your SIM Card Series @stutterfly​ -  IT/Nerd Reader x OT7 | one universe (so same character makeup per series) but for each series IT!Reader ends up with that highlighted member instead

Love Bytes - KNJ | [9/9] | Bestfriend AU *completed

Swipe Right - JJK [4/?] | Personal Trainer!Jungkook, Enemies to Lovers *ongoing

Love Virus - KSJ | Chef!Seokjin, Friends to Lovers |  *TBA

Overloaded - MYG | Bartender!Yoongi, Friends to Lovers, Heavy Angst | *TBA

Cable Switch Tango - JHS | Dance Instructor!Hoseok, FWB AU  *TBA

Pixel Perfect - PJM | Model!Jimin, Friends to Lovers |  *TBA

Cache Only - KTH | Artist!Taehyung, Friends to Lovers | *TBA

IT/TechSupport/NerdReader gets dating help/advice and ends up falling in love with them instead

so I debated if I should include this or not but it kind of fits the bill! It’s also interesting to see alternate scenarios like what if OC ends up with Jungkook instead (read Swipe Right) or maybe with Model Jimin (go to Pixel Perfect). Haven’t seen anything like this so give it a read! 

🌷 posted: 2021 Mar 20 | updated: 2021 May 02 🌷 other lists 🌷 I love to read so feel free to recommend a fic =)

[jungkookiebus]

The Lord’s Kiss | jjk

Genre: supernatural x smut x period piece Pairing: vampire!jungkook x reader Rating: 18+ Word Count: 5.1k Warnings: blood play, fingering, mentions of death, stockholm syndrome? Summary: You shouldn’t have stayed in the village for as long as you did. The woods are dark as you try to make your way home, only to be walking in circles. Is it convenience or fate that a stranger is now offering you help? With him, you seem to step into another reality all together.

The night was cold and the air bit at your skin. Ice cracked beneath your feet as you walked along the path towards home. It clung to the dead leaves and grass that still sprouted in spots through the dirt. The woods around you were dark and ominous, quickening your pace. The lantern you held swayed in your hand. The flame inside created a macabre dance of shadows against the trees that had you jumping when paired with the snap of a twig. It had taken you longer in town than you had anticipated, so when you hit the trailhead back home the sun was already dipping below the horizon. Your family would probably soon worry about you. Pulling your shawl even tighter, you hoisted the basket you were carrying a little higher and tried to walk even faster; even to the point that it was uncomfortable. The lantern swayed on your arm and casted light against twin trees that grew together from the roots. Didn’t you pass that tree earlier? A large, moss covered boulder came into sight and you knew you had been here before. Were you going in circles somehow? You started to stumble as you grew more desperate to find the right path home. You really should have started home before the sun went down and now you were in danger of running into a wolf or worse a—

“What do we have here?” The voice echoed all around you and seemed to be coming from every direction. It wove through the trees before getting closer until it almost whispered in your ear. Startled, you dropped the basket and the lantern which went tumbling down the path before burning out.

“No, no, no, no,” you whispered as you dropped to your knees and crawled towards the lantern. You were an arm’s length away when someone stepped into the path in front of you. You could tell by the shift in the air around you and you froze in place. Night birds and insects silenced their songs with only the wind to remind you that you were in the forest. You heard the telltale sound of the lantern being picked up and seconds later it lit with fire once more. Shiny boots stood in front of you and as your eyes traveled upwards you noticed the person was dressed in expertly tailored clothes.

“Let me help you.” His voice was smooth as cream, but as menacing and sharp as a knife’s edge.

You shrank back when he extended his hand and he laughed. Looking up, you saw that his smile did not quite reach his eyes which made you even the more hesitant. The lantern cast harsh shadows on his face, and he was both beautiful and terrifying. His dark hair was swept off his forehead and his skin was eerily translucent. Eyes as black as pitch stared back at you, but the lantern light seemed to be absorbed into their depths. Your heart quickened and his brow furrowed.

“You’re lost, little one.”

You knew you were lost and all you wanted to do was get home.

“Why don’t you come with me?” His voice had a strange airy quality to it as if he were trying to come off as gentle, but you knew he was anything but.

“I-I know my way h-home,” you said weakly.

He fully smiled now, and his teeth glinted as he held the lantern a little higher. Clicking his teeth, he kneeled to your level smoothly, one knee in the dirt and ice. He leaned forward, coming dangerously close to your face but you were too afraid to move. You had never met another person whose skin was not marred by the sun or work, but up close, his had no blemishes or scars.

“It doesn’t seem that way.”

Unfortunately, he was right. At night, the woods deemed themselves entirely different than the day and you were hopelessly lost. What were your options? Continue roaming the woods, possibly getting attacked by some wild animal or dying in the elements or—you could take your chances with a stranger. Your breath came out shakily and clouded in front of you. The temperature was dropping.

“Are you scared?” he breathed.

You were suddenly aware than when he spoke his breath did not cloud like yours, yet his outward appearance seemed normal. The feeling he gave off, however, was not. Your fingertips began to numb as the night air descended upon you two fold. What choice did you have?

“I’m not afraid.” Maybe, if you seemed strong, he wouldn’t harm you. Thoughts of your family raced through your head. They were probably wondering where you were if not already looking for you.

He held out his hand once more and you looked at it hesitantly. This decision could quite possibly be your last and it made your body all at once hot and cold. Tentatively, you reached out and placed your hand in his. His skin was cold as ice, but you deemed it because of the weather. He smiled again and stood up, pulling you with him.

“Shall we go, then?” He looked at you as if you had a choice, but you knew you did not.

You simply nodded and he let go of your hand in favor of leading the way. The path seemed familiar and strange all at once the further you walked into the forest. It was still silent save for the wind and an ominous chill ran through your body. Never had you heard it so quiet.

“Where are we going?”

“It’s not much further.”

His footsteps were silent where yours crunched along the ice still. You swallowed thickly and tried to keep your head up as you followed him. As if by some sort of magic, the trees seemed to part in front of you and he stepped out onto a rocky overhang that looked down into a valley you had never seen before. Was that always there? Surely you would have seen it before. Nestled amongst the trees stood a stately stone manor with every window lit from within. You stood, shocked, on the ledge and the wind whipped around your skirts and tangled your hair around your face.

“Let us go before you fall ill.”

He struck you out of your astonishment as he stood near a path leading downwards, lantern still swaying in his hand. You followed him and within half an hour you were stood before the large home. You had never seen anything so extravagant before, having lived close to the small village and never ventured into bigger cities. Beyond its high, stone walls stood a decrepit old church that looked as if it had not been used in many, many years. Ice hung dangerously sharp from the roof tiles and the heavy wooden door looked impossible to open. He walked up to a smaller door that was set into one of the large two and opened it. Warm light spilled out into the dark night and inside you saw an impressive hall with two lit fireplaces.

“Are you the lord of this house?” you asked as you froze, looking inside. You were suddenly afraid of trespassing. There were mentions of wars in distant lands and you were afraid to find yourself in the home of some feudal lord.

“I am,” he said smoothly. He had put the lantern out and was patiently waiting for you to enter.

You were still hesitant as you crossed the threshold. Your shoes echoed off the stone floor and into the Great Hall. Tall fires roared and warmed the room, instantly thawing your sore muscles. You heard him softly shut the door behind you before making his way to your side.

“You must be hungry. Follow me.”

In full light you were able to see him a little better. He was richly dressed and clean which meant he had an abundant amount of money, if the manor were any other indication. Large, plush rugs lined the floors of the hall and various chairs and tables were arranged neatly around both fires. Art that seemed larger than life hung on the walls, some were portraits while some were simply landscapes. Other than the two of you, there was no other soul in sight. He walked leisurely and you followed close behind trying to take in as much of the home as you could. A hundred of yours could fit into this hall alone. He turned into a doorway which led you down a hall until you reached an equally stately kitchen with a table and chairs situated inside as well. If you had to guess, there was probably a dining hall close by.

“Take a seat,” he said as he waved his hand towards the table.

He moved fluidly and as if he had all the time in the world. He pulled out a loaf of fresh bread, cheeses, dried meat, and various fruits and brought them to the table. He set them out before you as he grabbed what looked to be a bottle of wine and poured some into a cup. Once he had them out in front of you, he sat across, and looked at you expectantly when you did not move to touch any of it.

“It’s not poisoned,” he laughed.

“Then why don’t you eat?”

His eyes narrowed a little before he composed his expression once more. He drummed his fingers on the table patiently, never breaking eye contact with you. Soon, he sighed loudly as he reached forward for an apple and bit into it. It sounded crisp and juicy. You shuffled slightly in your seat to mask the sounds your stomach was making as you watched him chew.

He swallowed as he sat the fruit down on the table. “See? Not poisoned. Besides, I am not very hungry. Not for that, anyway.”

The way he said the last sentence sent chills down your back, but right now you were too hungry and tired to care.

“What’s your name?” you asked as you reached for the bread.

He hummed as he sat back, placing both feet on the table casually as he watched you eat.

“Jungkook.”

“You’re not from here are you?” The bread tasted freshly made and the crust crunched in your mouth deliciously. Not even your mother made bread this good.

“I’m from a lot of places. Here is just where I choose to be for the moment.”

His answer was odd, but you decided not to press since he seemed to be so aloof. You missed the way his eyes traveled from your face to your neck as you grabbed some of the dried meat. His met yours again as you looked at him.

“You can stay here for the night,” he said as he swung his legs off the table. “It’s much too cold for you to be wandering the woods so late at night. Plus, you never know what you might run into.”

Him? For example. You were not entirely sure he wasn’t a threat yet, but you felt your resolve melting the more he talked and the fuller your stomach became. Sleep clung heavily to your body and the ache in your legs was now a mild, manageable pain. Tendrils of sleep nipped at the corners of your mind. You blinked a little slower.

“My, look how tired you’re getting already.”

He stood from the table and was at your side in seconds. Your eyes drooped and he scooped you up with no issue. Your head lulled against his shoulder as you slipped deeper and deeper. How was this all happening so quickly? You did not have time to answer you own question before you were cloaked in a sleep so deep it could be debated whether you’d come back or not.

Mrow. The sound was distant and familiar. You were still somewhere nestled in the darkness with nowhere else to go. Mrrrow. The sound was a little closer this time and you tried to concentrate on it. Where had you heard that before? Where were you? Confusion hazed your thoughts. Were you at home? Mmmmrrrrrroooooooow. Blurrily, you opened your eyes to a dimly lit room. Heavy, velvet curtains surrounded the bed, but the end was open. You blinked a couple of times to adjust your sight. Next to your legs, sat a large white cat with green eyes. It stared at you inquisitively before meowing again. A fire burned in the fireplace. Oh, right, you were in the manor still. Lightning flashed, lighting up the room in its beautifully terrible display, before it fell dark again, and thunder rumbled in the distance. The cat stood and walked to the edge of the bed before it sat down and meowed again. You scooted closer towards it and it jumped to the ground before turning and waiting. Your feet touched down on an expensive rug. By the light of the fire and the occasional lightning, you could see the room was just as richly decorated as the rest of the manor. The cat meowed again, and you turned to see it sitting by your closed bedroom door.

“What do you want?” you whispered. You still were not entirely sure what to do with your situation. It was clearly still night if not incredibly early morning at this point and a storm was blowing in over the mountains. It would be suicide for you to go out into it. But was there danger within these walls as well?

The cat meowed and you sighed. You tried to walk as quietly as possible. You were not sure what you would disturb, whether it be him or some ghost, you did not want to find out. The door opened silently, and the hallway was lit dimly with candles that lined the walls. The house was dead silent, and you felt a strange chill go through your body. Your curiosity was piqued at the same time you wanted to run as far away from this place as possible. The cat walked lazily down the hallway leading to your right, so you slinked out after it. You did not even want to breathe. You followed it down a few turns of a hallway and the once silent house began to take on life again. Music played somewhere within the home, but behind closed doors. Were those voices? You had never heard a crowd so large before. The cat still walked as if it were not bothered by it in the slightest. The music, some waltz right now, was beginning to grow louder. There was a din of noise as you began to hear laughter and the clink of glasses. The cat now sat in front of heavy, double wooden doors and blinked at you as if it were bored. The voices on the other side were loud, but happy. The music picked up and you could hear dancing. You were pulling open the door before you even had a chance to register what you were doing. The brightness of the room blinded you for a second as you squinted your eyes. When you opened them again you were able to take in the gilded room. It was so unlike the rest of the manor that you began to question where you really were. The ceilings seemed impossibly tall, like the cathedrals father had told you about. A small orchestra was at one end of the room playing music, while hundreds of dancing bodies twirled amongst strange jesters on stilts, aerial dancers unraveled themselves from silk ribbons, and a constant dusting of glitter always seemed to fill the room. Every guest was opulently dressed and not one was without a mask. Some masks covered their whole faces, some half, and some just the eyes. They all ranged from beautiful to grotesque.

“I was wondering when you’d come,” you heard behind you as they handed you a mask. Shocked, you held out your hands, looking at the mask. That was when you noticed that you too were dressed in what seemed to be the finest of silks you had only heard stories of. Intricate flowers were handstitched into the fabric in an array of brilliant colors mixed with gold thread on a background of deep blue. The mask covered your eyes and was as red as blood. Fine crystals were inlaid into the mask, creating a twirling design of jewels that made you look both menacing and beautiful. You turned to see who spoke and it was undeniably your host despite the mask he wore. It covered half his face, but it was crafted beautifully to accentuate his cheekbone, it sloped delicately with his nose, and formed perfectly to drift right past the corner of his mouth, allowing you perfect view to his somewhat crooked smile as he looked down at you.

“You look stunning,” he commented.

“Where am I?”

“In my home.”

He wore a high collared shirt under a deep, rich blue coat that was decorated similarly to your dress. It was paired with dark, high waisted pants that were tucked snugly into shining boots that reached his knees.

“I don’t understand—”

He cut you off by grabbing your hand and led you to the center of dancefloor. He lifted your hand in his and placed the other on your waist as he led you through a waltz. His eyes glittered and shined in the brightness of the room and a fine dusting of diamond powder seemed to cover him head to toe. His dark hair shined under the thousands of candles perched precariously in their sconces. All around you, partners were jovial and laughing as they danced, whispering in one another’s ear while others embraced like lovers. At the edges of the room there were women entangled in the arms of men and even some men touching other men lovingly on their faces as they whispered in dark corners.

Jungkook kept his eyes on your face as you still tried to assess what was happening. The song ended and with it an eruption of cheers from the dancers as waiters came through with trays of drinks. Just as quickly as they appeared, they disappeared again, coming back bearing just as many drinks as before. He stood, still, before you as you watched the celebrating dancers begin to disperse before the next song started.

“Follow me,” he said, extending his hand. You placed your hand in his, and it was warm, inviting, as his hand enveloped yours.

Your thoughts and feelings felt real, but not your own. Something about him warmed you from the inside out as well as sent a stabbing pain of ice through your heart. Your mind told you to run as your body told you to stay.

But what if…?

You shook your head to rid yourself of the thought. His presence seemed to draw you in and keep you there and you felt the edges of the moth’s wing beginning to burn. You winced at the thought of staying here, but the pain was not nearly as bad as before. The crowd around you parted fluidly, filling back in on itself as you passed. No one really looked in your direction; they were caught up in their own worlds, in their own bubbles, completely unaware of anyone around them. You began to question if the scene around you were real. You smelled the sweet scent of champagne, felt it bubble under your nose as the waiter passed, yet the warmth was almost gone from the room.

He pulled you from the brightly lit ballroom, to a small door that blended so well with the wall you did not even know it was there and was pitch beyond where the light reached. He stepped inside and pulled you with him, door shutting quietly back into place. He reached out, pulling your mask from your face. He moved in the dark quickly as if he had the pattern of the house memorized. He took you up several sets of stairs and further away from the party until it was so muted that you had to strain to hear. At the final landing he opened another door. Moonlight flooded the room. The largest window you had ever seen created a clear wall that looked out onto the valley and the surrounding mountains. The moon was full and closer than you had ever seen. A large, heavily draped four poster stood against one wall while an ornate fireplace flanked the other. Large rugs covered the floors and even more beautiful paintings covered the walls. Dark, purple wallpaper that seemed to also be lined in gold covered the walls which also boasted dark wood paneling. Everything about the room seemed warm and mysterious despite his cold hold on yours. He led you across the room until you stood before the large window. Your breath fogged the glass as you gazed wide eyed into the night. An owl swooped past and into the trees, the trees cast ghostly shadows as the moon moved slowly across the sky. Rain began to fall softly as its clouds perfectly framed it.

“This could all be yours,” he whispered into your ear.

You shivered as gooseflesh rose on your arms. That rational part of your brain that had been telling you to run grew quieter and quieter until it was almost gone. Your brain was now connected directly to your heart and for some reason it seized in a way that sent butterflies into your stomach.

Eyes still fixed on the sharp edges of the evergreens, you asked, “What do you mean?”

His lips were warmer than his hands as he pressed them to the base of your neck. You shivered again as he sighed. He inhaled again as if he were smelling a freshly poured glass of wine. His hands were on your upper arms squeezing lightly.

He ran his nose up your neck and let his bottom lip skim your skin. “I’d give you everything you wanted…will you stay with me?”

What was he asking you? Some deep, dark part of you knew exactly what he was asking, exactly what he was, but you had to be wrong. There was no way you were right. His hands slid down your sleeved arms until they reached your wrists. Swiftly, he pulled your hands behind your back while tilting your head back with the other. His lips were on your neck again and you felt him quiver against you. He seemed drunk, but he appeared sober in the ballroom…

“Stay with you?” You wanted him to say it. You did not want to have to face the harsh truth of this and how much you wanted it. Your family would get over you. Right?

His teeth grazed your skin and the ice that you had felt through your heart melted, seeping into your stomach, and downwards. Your body reacted to his touch in a way that scared you.

“_____, you know exactly what I mean,” he whispered. “You knew the moment you accepted my help.”

And you had. His breath did not fog against the glass like yours. Where the wood stairs creaked beneath your feet, his did not. His skin, though warm, had ice beneath its surface.

“Y-your one of those creatures from the s-stories,” you muttered as his grip on your wrists tightened. He seethed against your skin at the word ‘creatures’ and you winced.

“I’m not a creature,” he said as he nipped lightly at your skin, but you felt the warning behind it. “I can create you into something new.” He began to grow excited as he inhaled deeply against your skin once more. His grip loosened a little on your wrists as he became preoccupied with what was underneath your flesh, pulsing in time with your heartbeat which he heard so loudly in his ears. “Stay with me. I can show you the rest of the world, ____. Just let me…” He trailed off as he hotly kissed down your neck, leaving it wet as he began to salivate over your scent.

“Yes,” you whispered, barely above a whisper. Your heartbeat slowed as your body relaxed. It seemed as if the affirmation, the answer to all his questions, was what you needed to do. It felt right. He froze behind you, fingers tightening as he moaned.

“Let me show you…”

His lips trailed to your exposed shoulder as he released your wrists in favor of bunching your dress in his hand. He pulled the hem up quickly, holding it in his hand as he slid it up your bare thigh. He reached beneath finding your center and cupped you gently. You moaned, leaning back into this shoulder. His hand still cupped your jaw, keeping your neck as exposed as possible to him. You were already beginning to soak the cotton of your undergarments as he slid his fingers over you. He nipped a little harder into your neck while he pressed the fabric against your clit. You heard the distinct pop of breaking skin, but the pain never registered as he circled his fingers on you. He laved his tongue across your skin, gathering the first droplets of blood that threatened to spill into your collarbone. He felt the first tingles of electricity go through his body at the taste. It started somewhere in his dead heart and made his fingers feel as if he just touched fire. He slipped his hand through the waistband and now had his skin against yours. You reacted, hips shifting forward as he attached his lips to the bite and sucked lightly. He gathered your slick wetness on his fingers and rubbed over the now swollen bundle of nerves. You had never been touched like this before and you felt high on the experience. He pushed you into his hips as he pressed down on your clit with his palm and pushed two fingers inside of you. You cried a little at the intrusion and he whispered reassurances against your skin that had your body relaxing into his once more. The soreness in your neck was subtle, but there. What masked the pain was the way his fingers curved inside of you exactly right, pushing against something inside of you that had your muscles going lax while all at once so stiff your legs were cramping.

“Do you feel good?” He was pumping his fingers faster now, grinding his palm against your clit. His entire hand was wet, and it made his efforts easier.

“Y-yes,” you muttered as you clung to his wrist. Your other hand was sliding helplessly against the glass.

He could hear your heart fluttering. Hearts beat differently, each had their own unique pattern, just like a fingerprint. But just like people, hearts conveyed emotions like the faces of strangers. Yours beat in a pattern of lust; right where he wanted you. His lips were back at your skin, searching, until he found what he wanted. The vein he needed. The one he had been smelling all night. He took a breath, closed his eyes for a few seconds, suspending time as he meditated. This would be an almost religious experience. He never did choose lightly, but he was sure of this. You would not have to see his teeth sharpen and you were so lost in the feeling of his hand between your legs that you did not really feel his teeth sink deep into your skin. Hot, fresh blood flooded his mouth as he pierced the vein. The taste was all at once bitter and sweet, like a wine with raspberries on the nose and ripe tannins. He drank graciously from you as he curved his fingers at each thrust, pushing you dangerously close to the edge. You had wet the cotton and your thighs as his hand slid faster and faster. He detached his lips, feeling your heart skip a beat. He was not ready for that yet. His lips were wet with your blood and he licked at them greedily. You moaned as your head lulled. You were in a subspace you had never been in before and your body was a mixture of molten warmth spreading from your center and something cold that seeped from where your neck met your shoulder and it spread across your chest. He pumped his fingers until he had you clenching around him. He bit into the flesh of his wrist and brought it to your mouth; your head still laid against his shoulder as your breath shuddered in your chest. He let the dark blood drip across your lips and tongue, and he watched as you instinctively swallowed. Then you winced. He wrapped his arm around your waist as you began to cry out. He ground his palm harder against your clit as he licked at the blood leaking down your shoulder. Your entire body was shuddering as you began to feel too many things at once. You came around his fingers so hard your vision blackened, then a sharp pain in your chest ripped through your body all at once. You cried again as your knees gave way. With his arm still around your waist, he dropped to his knees with you. He leaned back, bringing you to his chest as your eyes rolled back and your body convulsed in his arms. Nestling your head into his lap, he brought his hands to the sides of your face as you laid out before him, arms at your sides, as you felt your heartbeat slow. His face hovered above yours, his dark eyes fixed on your face as he watched your lips quiver. They seemed to be turning blue and your shuddering breath began to slow. He listened intently as your breathing weakened and your once strong heart slowly began to die out. He closed his eyes, hands still gentle on your face, as your entire body slumped in death, the last beat of your heart echoing in his ears. He sat patiently, waiting, as he evened his breathing and concentrated. He reached out with his thoughts, searching yours, waiting for those first few tendrils as the disease took you. A new life breathed within you. A light blossomed, something that he felt more than saw, and it spread through your body like melting snow. Life came back to your limbs as your fingers moved, then a slight movement of your foot. He heard you sigh as you took a breath. Slowly, your eyes fluttered open and you were looking into his endlessly dark ones. He smiled, and it was genuine, as his palms pressed into your skin. He leaned down, placing a metallic kiss to your cool lips.

“Welcome back, my love, I’ve been waiting for you for a long time.”