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southside - min yoongi x fem!reader { ot7 here, too }

summary: Life has always been hard on your side of town. After graduating high school your plan was to keep things on track between your broke parents and your lovesick brother. You were always the one to have a clear head, even when life threw you surprises... One comes back after five years, however, clouding your crystal clean judgement. One you loathed entirely.

word count: 6k

warnings: mentions of drugs, mentions of alcohol, mentions of sex, mentions of infidelity, mentions of people being shitty, overall rough ass life for everybody included. eventual- smut, usage of substances, death, infidelity, more shitty life things. there's love involved eventually, promise.

a/n: HI! This is set up for a whole ass fic. I love writing like this, I love stories like this. Shameless vibes, if you catch my drift. Not sure where this will go, just going to share what comes of it as I go along.

one.

Rolling onto your side, you fumble for the phone that was blaring the obnoxious alarm that had woken you up out of your terrible night's sleep. Shutting it off, you groan, loud.

It was five o’clock in the morning. On a Saturday.

Sitting up, instantly slumping over, you rub your eyes and take a long, deep breath. Dropping your hands into your lap, your eyes were shut as you slowly leaned to the side, jumping as you almost fell over. The startle was enough to get you out of bed.

Stepping onto the hardwood floor in your bare feet, you take yourself over to your pink Hello Kitty curtains you got as a gift from your parents as a child and pull them open, letting what little sunlight was around pour into your small bedroom.

The curtains used to bother you once you got to high school, feeling too old to have them anymore, but there wasn’t ever any money to buy you new ones. Once you graduated it was as if you didn’t have them anymore, you barely paid attention or had the heart to care. Five years later, they were nonexistent to you, just another artifact to remind you of where you were stuck.

Opening your door with a creak, you bustle down the hall to another dilapidated wooden door.

“Let’s go,” You say as you bang a fist on it, hoping to wake your brother. Whipping it open, Taehyung was already ready, shooting you a deadly glare.

“Can you stop acting like you’re responsible for me?” He sneers, “Looks like I should’ve been the one waking you up,” His eyes take in your appearance, your unwashed hair, and the shorts and oversized shirt you wear to bed. This was a fight that had been brewing for a couple of days.

Taehyung was three months younger than you, your parents adopted him when you both were four years old. Growing up together you were the oldest, a fact your parents never failed to mention to anyone who asked. To you and Taehyung, you were fraternal twins if an explanation was needed.

His birth family had lost their home, thrusting Tae and his siblings straight into the foster system where it seemed a lot of kids from your area ended up.

Your parents became foster’s for the money. To this day they’re still honest and open about it in that way, they had no intention of adopting a child, they could barely afford the first one. It wasn’t until they found out why his family lost their home that led them to decide that they weren’t going to let him fall back into the hands of a couple of addicts who heartlessly used their children to make money… He was safer under your roof, so you got a baby brother.

His siblings were still around, thankfully in the same county where he kept in touch with them as best as he could. You’ve met them a couple of times, his actual older sisters. They were nice and checked in on him every now and again, which you appreciated once you were at the age to understand what was going on.

Sometimes you wonder if they’d pick on each other the same way you two tend to do if they were still living together, but you had this comment coming. Feeling like you carried most of the household responsibility sometimes manifested into you being a bitch.

“I closed the diner last night,” You say, narrowing your eyes, “You had off, let me be tired.”

“Then start worrying about yourself, we’re twenty-three. You’re not my mom,” He cocks his chin, “I can wake up for work on time.”

Noise stirred from behind him in his room, and then a messy blonde haired figure pushed between you two, dragging his hand through his locks as he tread to the bathroom.

“Hi, Jimin,” You tease, and the tiny framed boy turns over his shoulder with a hidden smile, flashing you a middle finger while he continues his stride.

You raise an eyebrow at Taehyung and ask, “Back together?” As if the bickering never happened. He shrugs, eyes pointing down the hall where Jimin was just walking.

“I mean, we had sex,” He mutters, and you nod, “But I dunno what he wants.” He looks at you, hurt written in his eyes. You sigh.

“Give him some time,” You lower your voice, and he rolls his eyes.

“I didn’t do anything wrong!” He pleads in a whisper, bouncing his knees.

“I feel like his feelings get hurt too easily, he’s not like us,” You say. Taehyung shrugs, and both your heads turn toward the bathroom door that opens. Jimin steps out, dressed in pajama pants that definitely belonged to your brother. You sneak a peek at Tae as Jimin came closer, watching as he melted internally while he licked his lips.

“I’m getting dressed, I’ll be ready in ten,” You avert your eyes once Jimin slides a hand around Taehyung's waist, walking back to your room. Jimin calls out your name, making you turn around. His delicate arms held your brother tight, his feathery, honey blonde hair resting against his chest.

“Talk about me a little quieter, you have thin walls,” He grills with a smirk.

“Oh, trust me, I know we do,” You send the smirk right back, motioning to the two of them. Punching the wall a few times in a quick paced, steady rhythm, they both laugh without shame. You repeat yourself, “Ten minutes, we work!” And shut your door behind you once you’ve stepped inside your bedroom.

Downstairs your mother was in the kitchen, asleep, sitting up at the table with books, calculators, and pens scattered around her. Her chin was resting on her hand, elbow propped up on the edge of the wood. It looked as if she had just dozed off.

The single kitchen lamp was on above her, a ring of yellow light illuminating the paperwork that laid in front of her. Stepping behind her, you peered at the mess and nibbled your bottom lip. The bills. The bills for the house, the bills for the water, the bills for the electricity that was wasting away as she sat here sleeping with the lights on, and your fathers hospital bills.

Hitting the lightswitch, you closed a few of the books trying to not look at the numbers of great lengths that some of the slips were burdened with, then you put a hand on your mothers shoulder.

“Mom?” You whisper. She doesn’t move. You shake her gently, “Mom.” You try again.

"And that’s what he said! I definitely wouldn’t have…” Jimin’s voice carried down the hall, a meaningless story to Taehyung as they barreled down the stairs that brought them right to the table. His voice hushed the moment he saw you, and finally your mother opened her eyes.

“Hm?” She looked around, eyes heavy, “Oh,” She sighs, hands reaching out to organize the mess she had made. You quickly grab her wrists.

“No, mom,” You stop her. She looks up at you and you can see she’s exhausted. It was the end of the month, the bills were due, this was where you typically found her. Either here at the kitchen table, or in her bedroom where she could at least fall asleep comfortably.

“Go to bed,” You gesture toward the stairs where the boys were standing.

“Oh, I know,” She groans, rubbing her eyes, much like you when you first wake up, “I know,” She slowly stands up, “I’m… sorry,” Resting a hand on your shoulder, she gives you a little squeeze before a kiss on the cheek, “Work? Have a nice day,” You thank her, and she’s off to the stairs, not before squishing Taehyung’s cheeks between her fingers, and kissing Jimin on the forehead, “My handsome boys.”

“Get some sleep,” Taehyung sends her away, then looks at you, pressing his lips together tight. You share a quiet moment, an understanding. The argument you had was pointless, and meant nothing. They always meant nothing when life was put in perspective for the two of you. An informal apology was shared in this silence, it wasn’t spoken, but, you knew.

Sucking in a quick breath, you look at the table and begin cleaning it up, keeping things organized and in place for when she was to come back down to get back to work.

“We have to open,” Taehyung mentions, Jimin hiding halfway behind him, “If we want to be there by the time Seokjin gets there, we have to leave now.” Glancing up at him, he taps the invisible watch on his wrist. Stacking one last book on top of another, you slip on your shoes and follow them both out the back door, locking it behind you.

The walk to work was simple. The diner was only a few streets over, it took you about fifteen minutes if you didn’t dawdle like you were this morning, your mind infected with the thought of how much money your parents owed from an accident that happened at your fathers place of work. An accident that should’ve, and could’ve been prevented. One that your father was now bedridden because of, unable to work again.

It disgusts you to your core that your mother is the one who has to pay the hospitals for something the company your father worked for should be paying. What happened to him wasn’t his fault, and now it's your parents price to pay because of a couple incompetent leaders. A part of your paycheck went to your parents. A big part of it did actually, as did Taehyung’s, but you both did it out of love. Your parents never asked, and they never expected it whenever you hand it over.

“Hey!” Jimin calls back to you. You’d followed them the whole way, watching as their fingers would tangle together, then slip apart like it was painful to keep them there. Jimin would touch him occasionally, dragging his fingers up his arm, or bumping him with his hip.

They’ve always been the cutest, dating since they met when you and Taehyung started working at the diner, but recently the relationship’s been at a standstill. A broken up standstill. For Taehyung’s sake, you really prayed they would work it out, he was insufferably in love with Jimin.

At times it could be unbearable, constantly being around a couple that was shamelessly handsy at any hour of the day, but with them as your closest friends you never really had a choice of when and where you were going to be around it.

Dating wasn’t something you did, or particularly enjoyed. Everyone around you was the same amount of stressed, or the same amount of fucked up, if not worse. There was plenty on your plate already between your parents and your brother, you weren’t too keen on the idea of adding another person with problems to the mix. You needed to keep you and your family afloat. It wouldn’t stop your brother and his on again off again lover from teasing you about your lovelife though. Taehyung would tell you you need to find your Jimin.

“What?” You half ask, catching up to walk between the two of them.

“Try to not worry about it,” Taehyung says with his focus forward. You scoff, shaking your head.

“Easy for you to say,” You mutter. He nearly stops, but elbows you instead.

“I’ve seen what those papers look like,” He defends. Rubbing your arm, you glance at him apologetically.

“I just wish I had your attitude,” You sigh, “You can be so nonchalant about things.”

“Yeah, he can,” Jimin mumbles, making Taehyung groan under his breath.

“For the two hundredth and sixteenth time, I am sorry!” He stops this time, holding out his arms helplessly, “I don’t know what you want me to do.” You take a few steps away, turning your body to watch the next few moments unfold. Jimin looks at you, then at Taehyung standing before him.

“What did you do, Tae?” He asks him quietly, to which your brother drops his arms and mumbles unintelligibly, “Use your big boy words.”

“I… I forgot I was meeting you for dinner…” Taehyung says while Jimin nods in tiny.

“And then you did what?” He persuades him to continue, using the same gentle tone.

“I lied about where I was,” Taehyung admits, eyes locked on Jimin, “I said I was with my sisters… When really I was…” Jimin bobs his head once more.

“Go ‘head, who?”

“With Jungkook,” Taehyung whispers, and you gasp, to which they look at you confused. You already knew this, you were being dramatic to add to the corniness of this entire situation Jimin was overreacting about.

Taehyung used to date Jungkook back in high school. After graduation they went their separate ways but stayed good friends- a huge part of LGBT culture you’ve come to learn. You’d never in a trillion years stay friends with an ex, they were an ex for a reason. Since the beginning Jimin’s been a little insecure about their friendship. You admit that Taehyung was wrong for lying to him, but this entire situation had been blown out of the water.

“Can you guys just please fuck it out of each other later, we can’t be late,” You cut off the scene they were making and resumed your journey across the concrete, the sound of them arguing sparking right back up behind you.

Turning the last corner, you peek at them to at least make sure they were coming in your direction, then you make your way to the entrance of the diner your boss was unlocking. Clearing your throat you approached with a small smile, giving him a good morning to which he returned.

“Long time, no see,” He joked with a grin, pulling the door open for you.

“Get any sleep?” You asked politely after a quick thanks, heading for the register to clock in and open up. Seokjin sighs lightheartedly and tilts his head side to side goofily, making you laugh.

“Somewhat,” He shoves his hands in the pockets of his black slacks and glances to the door as Taehyung and Jimin come in, the argument over.

“Morning,” He says to them, being given a less enthusiastic greeting than he got from you, “Yeesh,” He pops his eyebrows, “You weren’t even the closers,” He teases, getting a reaction from you. Taehyung shoots you a glare.

“Well, I’m going to head into my office, please come grab me if you need anything,” Seokjin says, “I trust you three,” His eyes linger on you a couple seconds more.

“We got this,” You smile at him, and he walks through the kitchen doors with a small wave. Once he was gone, Jimin, who was trying to tie his own apron, started giggling. Looking over from the register, you question him with a look. His fingers dropped the ties like he had twice already, and as he was about to throw a fit, Taehyung hurried over to fix it for him.

"Laughing at me?” You ask, punching in both of their codes, clocking them in so they’d get paid for the day.

“Uh, yeah,” Jimin says as if he was pointing out the obvious, getting Taehyung to crack a smile.

“What,” You deadpan. The blonde haired boy leans over the bar, chin nestled on his fists as he bats his eyelashes obnoxiously.

“We… got… this,” His make believe hearts for eyes vanished as he and Taehyung started laughing again. Watching in disbelief, you roll your eyes and push between them to put on your own apron.

“Oh, cooome ooon,” Tae sings, helping you as you struggled with the ties as well.

“He’s our manager, I need you to shut up,” You grumble, flicking his forehead once he had you tied.

“Ah,” He cringes, bucking his neck backward, “You’re not denying it.”

“No she’s not, I think I might be right,” Jimin squints playfully.

Leaving them behind to start stacking breakfast menus onto the podium by the door, you shake your head. Seokjin was handsome, no one could deny that. Between his dark, always styled hair, his tiny hilarious jokes, and his devastatingly luscious lips- the man in his early thirties was irresistible, but unavailable.

He was married. He was married to the CEO of a cosmetics company that was skyrocketing with popularity at the moment. Their lipsticks were utterly vegan, and their moisturizer would have you wrinkle free with no break outs in a week… Jimin’s done his research.

Not only was he married to a CEO, he was also expecting a baby with said CEO. So he was triple as many times unavailable, and he wouldn’t dare look twice in your direction if you were to offer him anything anyway. He came from money, you lived two different lives. You were sure outside of work you wouldn’t even get along. He was tasty, succulent fruit working in a town infested with fruit flies. Out of place, he drew attention to himself without trying, the girls around these parts were dying to suck the bright light out of him.

“This is me denying whatever you may be thinking,” You say, joining them at the bar to help them wrap the silverware. Taehyung slides you a stack of napkins.

“What if you sleep with him, just once,” Jimin suggests, making Taehyung giggle again.

“He’s a married man, Jimin,” You say, “Not going to happen!”

“But you WANT it to happen,” He continues to nag. Groaning aloud, you toss your head back and hold in a laugh that partially slipped out. You couldn’t lie. Your boss was gorgeous, and though unattainable, you’d love to know what he was like between the sheets.

“Ooo, get us all a raise,” Jimin keeps talking, and you allow it, as long as it’s making Taehyung smile.

By seven o’clock the first rush had already gone by- the total opposite of what one would think of when they hear the word rush. Every morning shift there were a couple of regulars stopping in to grab a cup of coffee before they head off for their work days, a drunk or two looking to sober up, and the extremely rare, helplessly lost tourist.

Serving the regulars was a breeze, they knew how to tip, and if a simple smile could get you an extra six dollars for a mug of mediocre brown sludge, there was rarely ever a time you’d consider leaving this job.

Standing in front of the counter counting the cash you’d already pocketed, Taehyung watched, leaned over on his elbows.

“I should call in like an hour,” He says to you quietly, “Make sure she’s okay.” Folding your stack of singles in half, shoving them back in the pocket of your apron, you shake your head and lock eyes with your brother.

“Leave her alone,” You say, “She just needs to sleep, the end of the month is no good for her.” Taehyung’s eyes widen a bit while he nods.

“For sure,” He says, focusing his eyes out of the diner windows over your shoulder.

Strolling lazily on the street, he spots a guy and girl with their arms wrapped around each other being followed by another two guys whose eyes looked like they were barely open. Glancing to his side he finds Jimin down the other end filling up a customer's coffee cup already looking back at him.

“Yeah, I see ‘em,” He says to him, prompting you to turn around and check out the group of stumbling kids that seemed to be around your age. All four of them clearly knew how to draw attention, two customers at the counter shot them looks as they came inside the diner talking gibberish.

Whipping around to Taehyung and Jimin who had come closer to you, you ask, “Meth, crack, vodka?”

Without hesitation, your brother and his lover both say, “Crack,” in the same tone as you say, “Vodka.”

“Dammit,” You mutter as they high five. Slipping your hand into your pocket of cash, you pull out two singles and drop them on the counter in front of the boys who slapped their hands over them quickly.

It was a game the three of you liked to play, guessing which substance you think your customers are on. None of you ever knew if you were right, you just enjoyed a bit of gambling. If two of you had the same answer, the other person had to hand over a dollar. It didn’t make sense at all, but it helped the day go by.

“Looks like they’re seating themselves,” Taehyung nods, his eyes following the group as they wander through the diner to a booth in the far right corner. His eyes drop down to where you’re regretting ever taking this job, and says, “Go get ‘em tiger.” His smile is goofy, making you laugh before having to face the group of incoherant’s that had wandered inside.

Snagging a notepad and a pen out of your apron, you approach the table with caution, unsure of what you’re about to greet. They sat in the booth, two on each side, leaning forward, talking to each other with whispers. All dressed similarly, they were clearly from this part of town, your part of town. The guys all had dark, unruly hair, but the girls' hair was fun, it had faded pink ends.

Standing in front of them with a small smile, it’s wiped away in an instant the second the boy who was latched onto the girl looked up at you.

His hair was parted down the middle, hanging over his sharp yet glassy eyes. He wore what looked like a dozen chains around his neck underneath the oversized jacket he had on that nearly swallowed him whole.

There was no guessing how old he was, or what he was on, or who he was hanging out with, because you knew him.

Min Yoongi. Insufferable asshole, big time fuck boy and a raging alcoholic. You haven’t laid your eyes on this mess since you graduated high school.

Yoongi was a boy you’d see in the halls, rarely in classes, the one who was incredibly mysterious that one just had to get closer to him to figure out his secrets. That was his ploy for pulling everyone in, girls and guys alike, he played games. At first his facade of mystery was intriguing, but it quickly became addicting. The attention he’d shower his pawns with was unimaginable, he’d make someone feel like they were the only one in the world to him. However as soon as he got what he wanted out of them, he was done.

His reputation never seemed to catch up with him, because as soon as one was kicked to the curb he had another lined up ready to go. That, or people didn’t care as much as he thought they did ‘cause he was good at what he could do which was unfortunately something you could vouch for. Yoongi caught you your senior year.

After four years of trying to get under your skin, he got you.

At a party with Taehyung and Jungkook, the forbidden ex, the three of you were drinking and celebrating that you were done with school that year. Sticking to a corner for most of the night to avoid the drama that loved to fester at these events, you told your brother it was a night to let go, a night to forget about the heaviness that was your guy's life.

Boys came and went all night, some stopping to try to coerce you away from your brother and his boyfriend, while others tried to join your brother and his boyfriend. Two girls had the balls to ask, too. Taehyung and Jungkook laughed in their faces, sending them away with a wave of their hand, Jungkook having his head buried back into Tae’s neck already, putting emphasis on the message they were sending.

Some days you actually miss Jungkook, secretly hoping those two would end up back together, but when you see the way Jimin makes your brother blush, you’re reminded their relationship isn’t fueled solely by lust. Much like Min Yoongi, Jeon Jungkook had a hard time keeping it in his pants.

He was after you for a while, you were a target he couldn’t get his hands on, which made the game all the more appealing. Typically the additions to his body count were easy, they fell under the charm and were out before they got the chance to know anything about him.

You were one that could see straight through him, the analytics of his technique were practically written on his forehead. Growing up in this area and staying somewhat sober made you smarter than your peers, and it drove him nuts.

Yoongi to you was nothing more than a selfish, incompetant, disrespectful load of bullshit wrapped up in one scrawny human being. You’ve heard more about him from talk around town than you’ve heard about Jimin from your brother. He was no good, but goddamn, he was a sexy motherfucker. It really wasn’t a shock he was able to get people into bed, he could leave his door open and they’d just wander inside.

That night senior year you were too many drinks deep, seeing sideways. You had wandered away from Taehyung and Jungkook, the two of them too invested in one another's lips to even notice you had left their side. Your feet scuffled on the concrete of whoevers basement you were wedged into, and you stumbled upon Yoongi in a corner with a girl from your class straddling his waist. If you weren’t drunk you would’ve walked away… You think. But, his tongue was pressed to the inside of the girl's cheek, and his knobby, veiny hands were gripping the round of her ass- the scene was entirely too enticing.

He spotted you. He was always aware of his surroundings, especially if he knew you were around. He could fucking smell you. Once he saw the interest written in your brows you were done for. The girl on his lap was forgotten about, pushed aside without care for her protests.

Those hands that made you weak were wrapped around your waist, and minutes later, all you can piece together is how his lips kissed yours with a hunger no one has ever shown you. Then soon after, you were half naked in the bathroom with your legs locked around his waist getting fucked against the back of the door.

It was almost like you could hear the echoes of the bangs from your tailbone knocking into the wood now as you looked at him. You can feel the ghost of his hands on your thighs and how passionately he gripped them to keep you around him. His tongue, that was peeking through the side of his parted lips, drew patterns over the skin of your neck when it wasn’t getting tangled up with your own. It was invigorating. He was insatiable, and terrifyingly delicious.

Not much had changed over the past few years for him clearly, aside from the scar through his right eye, that was new. He was still Yoongi. Knee buckling attractive, charming without having to even say a word, smelling like something woodsy laced with sex and booze. Per usual, there was a girl under his arm where he sat across from his friends, Namjoon and Hoseok.

“Oh, shit,” One of them snickered as you and Yoongi shared a bland look in these few uncomfortable seconds, “It’s Min’s legendary fuck.”

The girl attached to Yoongi’s hip gasps, throwing a hand across the table at whichever friend just spoke up. You don’t bother to look to try to figure it out, you let them talk their trash, but you inevitably felt bad for the girl with the cool hair. You could already tell she was hooked on him like he was some type of perpetual drug.

You had the same symptoms.

Once the party was over, and Yoongi’s goal was achieved, he rarely ever bothered you again. Four years of subtle teasing, dirty notes being passed, inappropriate looks, plain old attention from him- gone.

It wasn’t that you liked him, you did not catch feelings. That’s a mantra you’ll still chant to this day. It was the simple fact that you fell for it. Fell for his game, fell into his trap. You used to be one of the odd ones, one he had never touched, but that night turned you into everyone else, and you hated him for it.

“What can I get for you guys?” You sigh, tearing your eyes away from the ones boring into yours. Hoseok was smiling at you, something small. He was a looker too, he and Namjoon both were. Unlike Yoongi, they both had caramel tinted skin, living with more honey in their cheeks than their paler, vanilla cream friend.

Hoseok had grown his hair out into a mullet, the locks now coming down in waves instead of the smooth style he used to wear as a teenager. Namjoon kept his style short, but longer in the front, his bangs parting on the side naturally. Thankfully the two weren’t as incredulous as Yoongi, you could tolerate their presence for longer than a few minutes at a time.

“I haven’t seen you in forever,” Hoseok’s smile grows into a grin, “When’d you start working here?” Finding it in you to smile back, you bob your head.

“Been here since a little before graduation?” You question, wondering if you have your own timeline right, “Gotta pay the bills…” You sarcastically cringe, making him chuckle. Yoongi’s eyes were burning hot, you could still feel them on you. The girl beside him whispers into his ear, an attempt to steal his attention back.

His terms and conditions were right there, swirling around him in big, bold letters, intertwining with the red flags stationed in his back. It was a shame she couldn’t see them.

“You guys want coffee?” You offer, turning the customer service act back on, shifting your gaze to Yoongi for a split second. It really was something that should be studied, how a boy that was insanely despicable could be dripping with so much sex appeal.

Hoseok, Namjoon and Miss Pink Hair all agree to the coffee, making jokes about being hungover and still a little drunk. They let you in on the secret of the party they were at last night, having come to the diner straight from there. Namjoon found it hilarious that the cops were called on them, telling you that it was the biggest house party they’ve been to in years on the NorthSide of town where the people with money resided.

Entertaining them with fake smiles and nods, you eventually pull their orders out of them, rounds of greasy breakfast food and mugs of coffee. Miss Pink Hair ordered for Yoongi, getting more frustrated that he couldn’t take his eyes off of you the longer you overstayed your welcome at the end of their table.

“Alright, I’ll be back with your coffee,” You say, turning away from Namjoon and Hoseok with a wink. The niceties drop from your expression in an instant, your brother giving you a suspicious look as you approach the counter, your feet slapping on the checkered tile with persistence.

Hustling around him, dodging Jimin’s side as he spun around, you rip the piece of paper off the pad and slip it into the little square window separating you guys from the cooks in the kitchen. As you turn back around, the scowl on your face makes both the boys lean back. Taehyung cocks his chin questionably, lifting an eyebrow, always ready to throw a punch for his sister.

“What’s up?” He asks with caution, giving Jimin a sideways glance.

“That table?” You say, keeping yourself busy with cleaning up glasses and dishes from past customers who sat at the counter to distract from the rage boiling beneath your skin, “You’ll never guess who’s there.” Taehyung and Jimin share another look, one that turns to worry.

“Who?” Jimin asks, craning his neck to see if he can catch a glimpse of the group from behind the tall backs of the booths. Letting the stack of dishes fall from your hands into a sink with a crash that startled a couple guests, you throw your arms across your chest and knit your brows together.

“Min Yoongi,” Your voice falls to something quiet, still angry, but quiet. If anyone listened closer they’d hear the subtle shame beneath it. Taehyung was able to pick it up, but his empathy for you was overpowered by his detrimental loathing for the guy. Taking a step toward you, his eyes go wild.

“Yoongi?” He hisses harshly.

“Jesus, thought that guy was dead,” Jimin mumbles, focusing back on the two of you in front of him, ready to be the mediator for whatever was about to go down. Taehyung scoffs, brushing a hand over his lover's shoulder.

“Pretty sure the dude is immortal,” He says, “He should’ve been dead a long time ago.”

“I’ll bring them their shit, you don’t have to go back over there,” Jimin gives you the tiniest of smiles, gesturing his head in the table's direction. He wasn’t around for the Yoongi fiasco, but he’s heard plenty about it to know that you or Taehyung shouldn’t be allowed within thirty feet of the boy. Your brother had plenty to say to Yoongi the day after he found out what went down at the party- with his fist.

Thanking Jimin with a nod, you grab Tae’s arm to give him a little shake, hoping to chase the anger away. You didn’t need anything to happen today, not with Seokjin in the back in his office. Your elder has made ample comments about the area the diner was stuck in, you didn’t need to prove him right. Plus, he doesn’t group you or your brother in with the other kids your age around these parts, a reason that you’ve had these jobs as long as you’ve had them.

Jimin kept his word and served the group at the end of the diner, unknowingly catching Hoseok’s attention as he walked away with their empty pot of coffee. You watched the boys' traveling eyes as Jimin refilled their fuel. Debating on cracking a joke with Taehyung, you decide to keep this to yourself. With Yoongi in such close proximity to him it was best to keep him as chilled as possible.

Tending to other customers at the counter who didn’t pack as much excitement as the group in the corner, you can’t keep your gaze away. Every few minutes, whenever their table came into view from wherever you moved around the building, you’d sneak a glimpse, and you’d find him looking.

Yoongi was zeroed in on you, the entire time he was here in your presence. Within your gut you simultaneously dreaded it, yet found some sort of conniving satisfaction in his feline features that were sewn to your being, looking nowhere besides your eyes.

A caverness interest plagued his soul, his needs depleting, becoming atrociously famished in more ways than one.

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sexytholland · 16 days

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Just me being a yoonkook (+V) girl

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stellar-starseed · 2 years

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A Sharp Kiss 💋

Pairing: Yoongi x Fem!Reader, mentions of Yoongi x Jimin, Taehyung x Jungkook and Namjoon x Hoseok

Summary: A new job in a fancy hotel surrounded by drop dead gorgeous people. Sounds like perfection. Maybe this job was everything you needed, until death actually strikes.

Word Count: 2,514

Warning: Violence, Vampires (is that something to warn?), sexual content, language

Chapter: 2/?

A/N: cross posted on AO3

Chapter 2: A Chance Encounter

A Chance Encounter

“He has a crush on his boss.” Your best friend rolls his eyes as he plays with the fruit in front of him.

“Are you sure you’re not just overreacting, Tae? You get jealous sometimes you know.”

“Me?” Taehyung gasps. “No, he does. He runs extra errands for him and I swear he gets all giddy just mentioning him. It’s just sickening really.”

“Well, he likes being helpful. Maybe he just takes his job seriously?” You pick at the plate of fruit Taehyung is eating from. He begins feeding you strawberries.

“A little too seriously.” He shakes his head. “He likes older guys you know.”

“Tae, you’re two years older than he is. That doesn’t count for anything.”

“Well, maybe that’s why he’s trying to leave me for his boss?” Taehyung pouts and pushes the plate of fruit away.

A familiar scent wafts in and you’re instantly aware that your best friends boyfriend has arrived home. You turn to see his figure entering the room. A white T-shirt stretched across his broad chest, hugging his muscular arms. You would be attracted to him if he wasn’t with Taehyung, but there was no harm in looking on occasion.

“Jungkook-ah.” Taehyung says as if he didn’t expect him. His tone wasn’t the usual excited one that he normally greeted his boyfriend with. Jungkook picked up on this.

“Babe?” He questions and when Taehyung refuses to look his way, Jungkook turns his questioning look to you. You want to shrug. Getting in the middle of this was the last thing you wanted, but you also knew the older of the two boys could be very immature sometimes. Being best friends allowed you to be on the receiving end of his immature nature.

“Kook, is your boss hot?” You weren’t sure why that was the first thing out of your mouth, but there was no going back. Now, you were indeed in the middle of this ridiculous tiff that Jungkook didn’t even know about.

“Well, yeah.” He blushes behind a soft smile. “Why, are you interested? I can try to put in a good word, but I don’t see him too often these days. Night owls I guess.”

“See!” Taehyung jumps out of his seat.

“Your boyfriend is so jealous.” You drop your head and rub your hand across your forehead. “He thinks you have a crush on him.”

“Tae!” Jungkook looks to Taehyung now, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. Taehyung turns his head away. “I want you. Who cares if my boss is hot? You’re always going to be hotter.” At that Taehyung softened. You could almost see him melting under Jungkook fingertips.

“Are you guys hiring? Your flexible schedule sounds like heaven right now.”

“Well I know there’s a night shift position open.” Jungkook shrugs.

“I don’t mind working the night shift.” You smile. “Less people to deal with.”

“You’d see the boss if you’re interested.” Jungkook raises his eyebrows.

“Not interested.” You chuckle at him.

_______

It wasn’t even a week later and you were walking into the large doors that lead to the extravagant entrance of the hotel just outside of town. Jungkook has gotten you an interview with his boss. You were shocked to hear the news. It was so sudden and the fact that the owner was going to be conducting the interview was a bit nerve wrecking. Jungkook reassures you that he’s a pretty laid back guy, but that didn’t do much to calm your nerves.

You dressed in a conservative fashion, unsure of exactly what to wear. Jungkook tried to assist with the help of Taehyung, but their outfit choices were on the risqué side and you wanted to make a good first impression. You didn’t need an outfit that screamed “I’m here to fuck my way to the top”.

After speaking with an incredibly attractive manager with the sweetest dimpled smile, you waited in the lobby. You were unsure of what to do with your hands you were so nervous. To your relief the owner was only a couple of minutes.

Hearing someone call your name, you turned to see the familiar face of the man from the alley. Stunned, you stare at him for a moment. He tries to hide a smirk, but he’s not very good at it. Clearly he remembers you too. He waves you over and you’re on your feet before you’ve even shaken the thoughts spinning around your head.

“I’m Min Yoongi.” He holds out a hand. You take it and he chuckles. “We meet again.” He turns away to hide his smile.

“A chance encounter.” You smile with him this time. He is hot. Hotter in the lighting of the hotel lobby than the dimly lit alley. Now that he’s gained his energy and somehow a bit of color, you can’t keep your eyes off of him. The black suit with a pop of red has your eyes scanning his body. Soon that familiar tingling sensation you felt in your core that night has come back. You curse yourself. You could feel the heat on your cheeks and you notice Yoongi glance in your direction.

“Something wrong?” He questions, the smirk never quite fading away. He leads you to an office and gestures for you to head in first.

“Do you have some kind of power over me?” You questions once the door is shut.

“Would you like me to?” Your frustration rises when you feel the heat rush to your cheeks once again. You clench your jaw and take a seat trying your best to regain your composure. Yoongi takes a seat across from you and opens a file he had been carrying with him. He glances at you every once in a while as his eyes scan the page in front of him.

You start to wonder if this is such a good idea. Night shifts with a vampire? Maybe you should try your luck staying at the Sunshine Tavern. He’s never going to hire you. Maybe he’ll hold it against you, the fact that you know what he is. The fact that you saw him in a weakened state might be the very reason he doesn’t want you working for him. Authority figures need some semblance of power.

The file hits the desk and you are suddenly very aware of his eyes on you. Those deep pools of brown were so entrancing, so beautiful. You find yourself biting at your lower lip as chills run all over your body.

“You’re hired.” He states.

“Wha- I mean-” You clear your throat and try not to look directly into his eyes. “Aren’t you going to ask me anything?”

“To be honest, this job isn’t that hard. You’re basically going to fill in wherever needed; you’re my assistant, but you’ll also be working with Namjoon quite a bit. Jungkook is my day time assistant and I know I’ve asked a lot of him these past few months, so I needed someone to take over when he’s not around.”

“Uh, okay.” You nod. “I didn’t expect it to go this way.” You mutter to yourself.

“Why, because you saw me when I was a mess?” He chuckles, “You helped me. Maybe you even saved my live, we’ll never really know. But I do owe you one.”

You jumped at the chance to start your job that night, especially after learning what the pay was. You were relieved to be leaving behind your bartending job and moving up in the world. Although you had never set foot in the hotel, you had heard many good things about it.

After being introduced to Namjoon, the hotel manager, Yoongi left you to attend to other matters. Namjoon took you for a tour of the place. His energy was calming and it made your first day all the better. As he showed you around, he was sure to fill you in on the need-to-know of every staff member you passed.

Your first night went by rather quickly. You answered a few calls to rooms, ran paperwork from Yoongi to Namjoon or Namjoon to Yoongi, and you picked up coffee for both of them more times than you could count.

“Does he really need coffee?” You question Namjoon after exiting Yoongi’s office.

“He loves the stuff.” Namjoon shrugs. You nod and hum to yourself. You were going to have to get used to the whole vampire situation. He was the first one you had ever been around long enough to question.

“You got the job!” Taehyung bellows and you spin around to see his bright smile and Jungkook slapping his arm. Jungkook scowls. Taehyung gives him an innocent look and pouts; his bright smile returns once Jungkook has turned his back. Jungkook rolls his eyes and lets out an audible sigh.

“I got the job.” You affirm after reaching the two men. After greeting each other, Jungkook walks off to clock in.

“Your boss is hot.” Taehyung whispers looking Namjoon up and down.

“Yeah. That’s the manager, apparently this place is crawling with gorgeous people. I’m not sure why I was hired.”

“Because you’re one of them!” Exclaims Taehyung.

“I have another hour, can we watch a movie when I get home?”

“Of course. After I finish developing a few photos, I’ll have your spot on the couch warmed up.” He chuckles. Jungkook sneaks in between the two of you to give Taehyung a kiss.

“See you tonight.” Jungkook’s voice is still a bit husky from sleepiness. You wave at Taehyung and head back behind the front desk.

“So, you know Jungkook?” Namjoon asks. You nod with a small smile.

“His boyfriend is my best friend, so he’s my best friend by association?” You ponder. Namjoon nods and continues to fill you in on procedures.

“Hey sexy.” You hear an unfamiliar voice and turn to see a man smiling at Jungkook.

“Hey, Hoseok.” Jungkook chuckles with a shake of his head.

“You’re late, Mr. Jung.” Namjoon says without looking up from the computer screen.

“Sorry boss! I brought you coffee.” He flashes a cute smile and sits on the counter next to Namjoon, causing you to take a few steps back. Namjoon lifts up the coffee you had brought him over an hour ago.

“Aw, well I was thinking of you.” Hoseok pouts momentarily before jumping off the counter. “You can never have too much, right?” He sets the coffee down in front of Namjoon and heads over to clock in.

“Aren’t you finished with the coffee I gave you?” You question.

“Yeah, but he doesn’t need to know that.” Namjoon tosses the old coffee cup in the trash and begins to sip at the steaming cup Hoseok left behind. He sighs satisfactorily.

“You ready to take over and show ______ the ropes?” Namjoon directs at Jungkook who has taken to leaning against the counter himself.

Jungkook grabs a pile of mail from one of the cubbies. “Sure.” He shrugs and waves you along.

“Yoongi’s side hasn’t really been covered.” Namjoon calls as you two walk away. Jungkook takes you to Yoongi’s office, where he barges in without the slightest warning.

“Hey, Kook.” Yoongi mumbled after jumping up from where he was clearly napping on his desk.

“Morning, Mr. Min.” Jungkook tosses the pile of mail in front of Yoongi and begins grabbing all of the empty coffee cups around the office. You hadn’t really noticed how littered the office was when you dropped off the last cup.

“How many times-” Yoongi starts.

“Sorry, Yoongi!” Jungkook corrects.

“Thank you. How has your first day been?” Yoongi asks you as he sits back and crosses his arms over his chest.

“Pretty good, everyone is really nice and very helpful.”

“Wait ’til you get a few pissed off guests.” Jungkook says and Yoongi chuckles.

“When was the last time you ate?” Jungkook questions from the empty refrigerator. Yoongi hums and taps his finger to his lips. Jungkook shakes his head.

“We’ll go get you something.” Jungkook grabs your arm and leads you out of the office. “Food run.” He says to Namjoon as you pass by the front desk. Namjoon nods and waves a hand as he continues with his work on the computer.

You find yourself at a blood drive and it hits you all over again, you work for a vampire. It’s pretty crazy to wrap your head around how normal most it is for everyone else. You almost forget he’s a vampire until that night flashes in your head. The tingling sensation he gave you from feeding comes back to haunt you. His deep eyes send sparks down your spine and give you chills.

“Are we going to steal this?” You question.

“Not exactly.” Jungkook smiles. “I negotiated a contract, and sometimes I donate too.”

“A contract?”

“Yeah, we pay them so that Yoongi doesn’t come and eat them.” Jungkook says nonchalantly. Your eyes go wide and he laughs.

“Relax.” He grabs your shoulder, “It wouldn’t happen, Yoongi would starve before he attacked someone.”

“Oh, right.” You nod. Your mind replays that night for the nth time; His pale figure slumped over so vividly as if you were there once again. Was he starving because he doesn’t want to feed on people?

You watch Jungkook fill a small duffle bag with blood pouches. Soon enough you’re headed back to the hotel. Jungkook, once again, barges into Yoongi’s office with no warning, tosses a pouch on the desk and opens a hidden compartment in the wall that reveals the fridge. He begins to empty the duffle bag, tossing pouches into the fridge. He fills up the shelves, closes the door behind him and turns to face you. You realize by the look on his face that you were gawking.

Yoongi rips a hole in the pouch, pops a straw in and sucks it dry. Looking back and forth between the two men you realized this was a normal occurrence and you should probably stop staring.

“Okay, well this is something I have to get used to.” You nod to yourself.

“I assumed you wouldn’t be phased by this considering the other night.” Yoongi tosses the pouch in the bin under his desk.

“You two know each other?” Jungkook questions.

“Crossed paths briefly.” Yoongi says, never taking his eyes off of you. Chills rush down your arms. “Your shift ended a half hour ago.” He informs you.

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“So, how was your first day?” Taehyung says in a sing song voice. You plop down on the couch next to him with a cup of tea. Snuggling in close you lean your head on his shoulder.

“It was interesting.”

“You going to go out with the hot boss?”

“What?” You sit up straight as Yoongi’s beautiful face pops into your mind. “Oh, Namjoon? I don’t think so.”

“You guys were cozied up behind the front desk, and—you don’t think so?” Taehyung almost sounds offended. You chuckled, shaking your head and faced him. He played with stray strands of your hair.

“I think I might like the owner.”

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jungk0oksthighs · 2 years

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Over The Odds | Happy Birthday pt.2

Pairing - jungkook x reader, taehyung x reader

Genre - angst, smut, fluff, established relationship, ceo!jungkook, ceo!reader, attorney!taehyung

Word Count - 3.5k

The aftermath of Taehyung's confession

Warnings: swearing, drinking, smashed bottle (nobody gets hurt), very angry fighting, heavy angst

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“…Surprise.” Jungkook bites, slugging back a whole flute of champagne in one breath, the apartment painfully quiet. Every pair of eyes in the room animatedly wide and zoned in on you and Taehyung, lips ajar and stunned.

Murmuring ensues, quiet to begin with when whispers tumble from your loved ones but the sound is nothing beyond white noise ringing your ears. What the fuck just happened? Hesitantly you take a step forward to your fiancé, blindly pushing yourself over the threshold of the elevator with a racing heart – but it’s too late, Jungkook’s lips are moving again before you reach him, his words barely audible.

“Get out.” His jaw is clenched, fierce gaze looking through you, past you, to the man you arrived with still standing in the golden elevator, your birthday present haphazardly thrown to the floor. “I can’t believe… just get out.” He repeats, exhaling slowly, evenly, as if to calm himself down.

“Guk I’m… I’m so fucking sorry.” Tae sighs, eyes brimming with heartache, “I promise—”

“Promise? You promise?! I’ve heard that before. Get the fuck out of my apartment.” Jungkook barks back and your heart has never beaten faster.

Glancing back at Taehyung you struggle to find the right words to say, he’s frozen in place in a choke hold of fear, his feline eyes shiny and swimming with regret. What can you say to either of them to make this better? What should you say? Is there a way to make this better? It’s unknown to you how much everybody heard of your conversation, but assuming from the way Jimin storms to your side with a purpose he’s never showcased before you figure the party heard… well, everything.

“It’s not what it looks like.” You mutter breathlessly, defending yourself with raised palms, still mentally digesting what your fiancé’s best friend just confessed to you. He loves you.

Kook calmly settles the empty flute of champagne on the nearest surface, a modest sized mirrored table adorned with concealed gifts and cards, all labelled for you. You anxiously watch the way his chest rises and falls underneath the taught black turtleneck he wears, paired with slacks and smart shoes of the same colour and an ash grey suit jacket. Jimin’s palm finds your shoulder, he’s gripping you harshly – maybe holding you back? You don’t know, you can’t think of anything other than the fact you’re standing quite literally between Jungkook and Taehyung right now.

You’re what came between them, the reason they fell out.

“Yeah? And what exactly does it look like?” Jungkook quirks a single thick brow, inked fingers coming up to his chin where he drags them over his tensed jawline and pursed lips. It’s undeniable, he’s pissed.

You freeze in place, dumbfounded, “I-, he, nothing happened—"

“Party’s over everybody, thanks for coming. Feel free to take as much food and beer as you want with you.” He scoffs, snatching an open bottle of champagne from the countertop before making his way to your shared bedroom with lazy footsteps, raking the other hand through his hair as he does so.

“Taehyung you should go.” Jimin nods, and the attorney doesn’t need telling twice.

Tae carefully tosses your present into the apartment before smacking a button in the elevator with an angry balled fist, he’s shaking his head almost in disbelief when he disappears behind the doors. Voice wavering with emotions, his eyes fixed on you. “I’m sorry.”

“Do you want to stay with me tonight?” Jimin whispers while guests, loved ones, friends, your family seemingly all prepare to leave. “Y/N? Hey look at me.” Your best friend gently shakes your shoulders, forcing you out of shock. He’s wearing an all red suit with a black shirt beneath, his hair slicked back save for one loose strand that curls against his forehead. Maybe if you weren’t emotionally concussed right now you’d even compliment him on his appearance, he really made an effort tonight.

You feel like crying, everybody made an effort tonight. And for what? Front row seats of your engagement eroding before their very eyes.

“Hm? Oh. I… I don’t know.” You frown, shooting apologetic glances at the sea of well-dressed people exiting your apartment. “I don’t know what just happened, Tae-, he just...” Your voice cracks, chin quivering, reality coming down on you hard. Taehyung loves you.

Jimin nods, hanging onto every single word you struggle to get out, “I know…”

At this Yuri makes her way over cautiously, her voice whispered but oozing with arrogance, “I fucking knew there was something going on between you and—”

“Don’t fucking go there Yuri, can’t you see she’s upset?” Jimin warns her with a raised hand, cutting her off unapologetically. “Make sure everybody leaves quickly and apologise for the commotion.” His narrow eyes flicker to her for a moment, winning her to nod and head over to your parents who look just as stunned as you.

“I should go talk to Kook…” You swallow, undoubtedly nervous, “He’s probably… I-, how much did everybody hear? And just for the record nothing’s going on between me and Tae, I-, I didn’t know… how he, I didn’t know.” You stutter, blinking emotionlessly at Jimin who wordlessly seems to understand what you’re trying to say, his usually crescent-like eyes wider and swimming with sympathy.

“I know. We heard everything.” Your best friend nods, tucking a stray hair behind your ear. “Go. He’s probably feeling pretty betrayed by Taehyung right now, if he’s angry with you it’s misplaced because he knows you didn’t do anything wrong, we all know. I’ll help Yuri get everybody out.”

“Thanks Jimin…” You sigh with puffed cheeks, feeling the weight of the world atop of your shoulders. What the fuck just happened—

“I’ll leave the front door open in case you need to stay over, okay?”

You nod quickly, kicking off your heels before making your way over to the bedroom without sparing what remains of the party a second glance. The need to fix this taking ultimate priority, they'll understand.

When you open your bedroom door your eyes catch sight of your fiancé immediately, sitting on the bed with his back pressed against the tall headboard, legs stretched out in front of him. He’s taken his blazer, socks and shoes off, but still wears the black turtleneck and matching formal trousers.

Jungkook is too busy knocking back champagne from the bottle to notice you slip inside, the Adam’s apple in his throat bobbing over and over with each and every obscenely large gulp. You close the door behind you, leaning against it with pinched brows and an unsteady jaw.

His blackened hooded eyes land on you once he’s done drowning his sorrows, tossing the glass bottle to the ground which smashes on impact, the sound causing you to wince. You don’t know what to say, you don’t know what to think. He must be so upset right now, he looks beyond furious to say the least. And that’s when Jimin’s words resonate with you, when you see Jungkook tongue his cheek and scoff, looking away from you without a single word.

His anger is misplaced, you’ve done nothing wrong.

“Any reason you came home with Taehyung tonight? I thought you went to dinner with Yuri?” He’s gazing out the window, voice low and stained with disgust. “Actually I know you went to dinner with Yuri while I had the party set up. Yet you still came home with Tae.” An unamused huff escapes him, and that’s when he looks directly into your eyes with the fearsome profile you’ve ever seen him display, “I’m only going to ask you this once so tell me the truth, are you fucking him?”

A loud, surprised, no, appalled humourless laugh rumbles your chest, piercing the air. “No! I’m not doing anything with Taehyung!” You’re shaking your head, frowning, mouth open and adrenaline coursing your veins, “He was downstairs when I got in the building so I invited him upstairs, hoping to fix whatever happened between you two. Do you really think I’d cheat on you?”

There’s a pause, one that chips away at your heart currently plummeting into your stomach.

“Oh my god…” You whisper, “You don’t believe me do you?”

Jungkook swallows, wetting his lips before his features soften, “I do believe you… I- I just had to ask.“ His head kicks back onto the headboard, eyes fluttering shut. “I know you wouldn’t do something like that. I-, I just…” He sighs, “I don’t know what to think of the situation anymore.”

“Why are you so mad at me?” You bravely speak up, feeling betrayed in your own right, “Taehyung is the one who said… those things, I-, it’s not like I feel the same way.”

“Well he wouldn’t know that, would he?” Jungkook laughs, snapping his eyes back to you with a forced, blatantly obvious fake smile, pointing at you with his inked hand, “You didn’t exactly shut him down, did you? In fact Y/N you didn’t say a fucking word!”

You scoff, "What could I have possibly said to him in that moment?"

"Well you could've told him what you just told me, that you don't feel the same way... But you didn't."

“Because I was in shock!” You yell, beyond the definition of offended at this point, is he really this mad at you for being surprised? “You think when I got home tonight I was expecting him to start reeling off all those things?! No! I had no idea about any of it! I was completely blindsided!”

“Blindsided?!” He shouts back, brows raised when he crosses his legs on the bed and sits up more, “I heard everything! You practically forced that confession out of him! He asked you to stop and you kept going because you said, and I quote: I love you both! I’m here for you both! I do love you Taehyung!” He’s throwing his arms around at this point, emphasising his words.

“That’s not fair.” You bite, running your fingers through your hair while you try to calm down, “I was asking him to tell me what happened because he’s my friend. And you know full well I didn’t mean it like that! He’s just my friend.”

“Yeah? Do you tell all your friends that I haven’t been anywhere near you in weeks or just him?” He asks, chest heaving up and down under the taught material of his sweater. “If memory serves me right you were the one who asked me to stop telling him about our sex life, but it’s fine for you to tell him everything the second we start having problems?! It’s fine for you to tell Taehyung you love him?! It’s fine for him to put his hands on you?! Imagine, fucking imagine if I acted like that with Yuri, put yourself in my shoes!"

“The only reason you care so much about shit like that is because you knew how he felt! I didn’t! A little heads up would’ve been nice by the way!” You’re vibrating with anger by this point, whether its misguided or not you’re unsure because your fiancé does have a valid point. You would feel pretty shitty if he behaved like that with Yuri, but you’re too caught up in the argument to act rationally.

Jungkook snickers sinisterly, sighing in frustration when he stands from the bed, being careful not to step on the shattered glass. “The reason I care so much about shit like that is because you’re mine. I don’t want another man’s hands anywhere near you, especially not my best fucking friend!” He points to the door behind you, still keeping his distance.

You don’t fold, equally just as mad as him, “Why are we having problems then? If you love me so much why haven’t you touched me in weeks? It’s because of him, isn’t it? You’re the one letting his feelings get between us, you’re the one reacting this way! If you’d just told me—”

“HE'S MY BEST FRIEND Y/N!” He roars, his scream borderline deafening and truly frightening. “I promised him I wouldn’t tell you because he didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable! And I didn’t want you to feel that way either! So can you see why I’m pissed off that he went behind my back and told you anyway!” You’ve never seen Jungkook this angry, he’s physically trembling with rage, “And yeah, I’m pissed off at you for not shutting it down straight away too!” He scoffs, “We’re getting married Y/N! If another woman confessed their feelings for me I would shut that shit down on the fucking spot! No hesitation!”

“I didn’t hesitate! I told you I was in shock! I didn’t expect him to say anything like that he was just dropping off a present for my birthday!” Truthfully you don’t know how it escalated to this, the two of you have never argued like this before.

Your fiancé edges closer, until he’s arms-length away from you and you catch a whiff of alcohol on his breath, “A present?! He got you a present?” He’s frantic, pushing past you with force to open the bedroom door, “Let’s go see what he got you then! Shall we? Would be rude of you to not open your gifts, wouldn’t it?!”

“Kook stop!” You chase after him, Jimin and Yuri are still in the kitchen area cleaning up but Jungkook doesn’t falter, unbothered by their presence. He marches straight over to the dry cleaning bag and holds it up in the air, undeniably pissed off.

“Jungkook… Stop! This is nonsense!”

“So you do know how to shut someone down after all. Pity that you couldn’t do it half an hour ago.” He barks, “Open it.” He throws it to you, and Jimin makes his way round the kitchen counter cautiously, nervous eyes flickering between you and supposedly the love of your life. Yuri halts her own movements, wide-eyed and stunned as she watches the scene in front of her unfold.

“Y/N…” Jimin whispers, “Are—”

“Stay out of this Jimin.” Jungkook spits, popping open another bottle of champagne with his teeth before spitting the cork onto the ground. His eyes are trained to you when he raises the bottle in a feigned toast, guzzling more champagne. “Open it now.”

You’re shaking your head, clutching your gift with quivering hands. Jungkook has never acted like this before, usually he’s cool and collected and in control of his emotions. Tonight must’ve caused something inside him to snap, because he’s looking at you so unphased, so recklessly, as though he doesn’t give a single fuck that you’re upset right now. It’s clear he’s upset too, but things will only escalate further if you don’t be the bigger person and step back from this.

You need to calm down. He needs to calm down.

“Y/N are you okay?” Jimin asks you quietly, not sparing Jungkook a second look.

“Stay out of this Jim—”

“I wasn’t asking you.” Your best friend spits with a fiery side-eye, venom hanging from his every word before he watches you carefully and his features soften. “Do you want to come to my place?”

You exhale, angry, hurt, confused, still mentally processing what Taehyung confessed to you. “Actually can you two give us some privacy please?” You swallow, embarrassed that your two closest friends must’ve heard your screaming match in the bedroom. “I’ll text you soon, I promise.”

Jimin straightens, “You sure?”

You nod in response, and thankfully they leave straight away. It’s just you and Jungkook now, surrounded by party decorations that somehow seem morbid now, both feeling the same things but for very different reasons.

The atmosphere is tense, cold and unfamiliar. Not to mention silent. Your fiancé is sitting atop the kitchen counter by this point, still nursing the champagne bottle that’s quickly emptying into his throat. His profile unreadable, lost in thought.

“Did you…” He begins, brows furrowed with something emotional and heavy, “Honestly have no idea about his feelings?”

The question catches you off-guard, you’re holding onto the present gifted to you from the man in question wearing a small frown. Did a part of you know all along? Perhaps you’ve been too occupied by the hardships of life to really notice anything else, but Yuri certainly noticed. So it must have been obvious, right? All the times you assumed he was just being friendly, had there been an ulterior motive? Within the blink of an eye you’re replaying every encounter with Taehyung over and over, searching for the signs.

“I-, I don’t know.” You admit honestly, “I always thought he was just being nice… I didn’t expect-, well... No, I guess I had no idea about how he really felt until tonight.” You feel like a fool, so caught up in the downward spiralling of your own world to not recognise something so dire right in front of you all this time.

“You know I've been thinking… With work been so busy for us both right now, and your sister and Charlie, now this shit…” Jungkook sighs, gnawing his lower lip anxiously, “I can’t help but think-, no, nevermind. Forget it.” He sighs again, quickly reattaching his lips to the champagne.

You peer up at him curiously, vaguely panicked, “What about it?”

“Forget it.” He repeats, tonguing his cheek, physically incapable of looking at you. “It’s just cause I’m pissed off right now, I’m gonna go for a walk.”

“Jungkook…” You freeze, “What are you talking about? What have you been thinking about?”

There’s a brief pause when he slips off the countertop and finds his shoes, leaving you cemented in place with a racing heart. When Kook turns to you, his features are contorted with pain, and raw emotions that you can’t decipher. He looks hurt, drained even, and his voice is equally as tired when it rolls off his tongue.

“I want to postpone the wedding.”

"What?!" Your breath quickens, heart shattering into a million pieces at the drop of a hat, tears pricking your eyes that are gazing at him with so much desperation that he has to look away, pressing the elevator button. "Is this because of what Taehyung said?! Because I don't feel that way for him! Jungkook, I—"

"It's not because of what he said Y/N, but what you didn't say."

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behindtheartsworld · 2 years

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usmiletk · 1 year

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JUNGKOOK’s LIVE: He is pretty! 🥹😍

Thank you for the recipe Jungkook 💜

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ninja-in-skirts · 4 years

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Beyond Thin Walls

Imagine getting squished in between these two fluff-birds!

Beyond Thin Walls

Part One

Overview: You’re best-friends with your neighbors Jeon Jungkook and Kim Taehyung ever since you’ve been able to walk. You guys have been to the same kindergarten, school and now are going to the same college as well. Having two guys always behaving like over-protective brothers could get problematic to some extent especially when it came to your non-existent love life. Do brothers behave like that or do they see you as something more than what a brother and a friend should? What changed one night that it became impossible to pretend from both sides?

Genre: Smut, Romance, body-positive, body image issues, self-consciousness, best-friends to lovers

Pairing: Jungkook x curvy reader x Taehyung

Perspective: 3rd person narrative mixed with the reader’s as well

Picture(s) @Pinterest

“Yah Taehyung-ie care to explain who disappeared with my pudding?” Lately you’d been noticing that your things are mysteriously disappearing, like that one time you couldn’t find your favorite panty only to stumble across it in the boy’s laundry basket. Nevertheless you’ve always been extra cautious about your stuffs no matter how friendly and brotherly they are, they’re still men and you had your own complexities to begin with so that’s that...

Taehyung was busy tapping away on his cell phone. Jungkook was on the other hand busy updating his software for the latest version of his new favorite game. Yes please ignore me some more, will you? You could only glare at them from the kitchen counter. Blame it on your mum for making two grown-up men tag along with you.

Y/N-ah won’t it be fantastic if you’ve your brothers to take care of you in college?

Yes mum, brothers. If only she knew what kind of thoughts you have been having about them since high school only to brush them under the carpet of your mind every time they would creep out of nowhere. Like for instance, right now both the boys or men what should I say? Never mind my choice of word, were sitting in front of you wearing only their cargo pants.

Jungkook still had the decency to wear a vest but that hardly did anything to cover his pectoral muscles that you’d noticed lately to have toned to a beautiful sight. They were hard and beautiful, he certainly had grown up to be beautiful man. Taehyung’s physique has changed as well, you’d be lying if you said he hadn’t changed at all. Although he wasn’t as muscular as Jungkook, he managed to make it up with his broad shoulders and boxy features. God, you loved them so much that it hurt. Nowadays it’s been hurting somewhere else as well, apart from your heart. That’s why you’re keeping your distance from the boys since you didn’t want to hurt them with how you felt about them. My feelings, you thought, wonder how they’d react if they ever knew came to know... Ugghhh! They simply can’t, Y/N you can’t do that! There’s no way but to keep them buried...Ha! Like that’s gonna be easy if they keep on testing the waters. I might explode one of these days.

The biggest problem that lay with you was that you’d never ever masturbated no matter how many times you’d been assured by Google results that it’s completely harmless an act as imagining your best-friends to fuck you rough and hard! Oh mo! Did you just say that! No no take it back! You kept on slapping yourself till, “Y/N-ah what’s wrong?” It was Jungkook. His doe-like eyes were staring at you, trying to gauge what was going in that head of yours. You’d hate me Jungkook-ah if ever you come to know what fantasies I have about you at night. How I’d wish those hands caress my thighs...

“Y/N-ah yah, are you alright?” Now it was Taehyung looking at you with concern.

Both were waiting for you to say something but there you were stuck in your own little world trying to figure out your next move.

And then you remembered your pudding.

“Ah, ah I was trying to figure out who ate my pudding.” Now it was your turn to get answers. There were still many left unanswered though.

Jungkook was the one to first scratch his head and feign ignorance but fell out on the floor laughing like a maniac. “Oh my goodness Y/N, it was yours was it? I didn’t know about that.” If looks could kill Jungkook would have been long vaporized from your fiery gaze. Taehyung took this as an opportunity to tackle Jungkook in a wrestling form. You suddenly forgot where you were or what condition you were in that without a second thought you jumped on them trying to fight like old times. Little did you know that the equations had started changing, for not only you but for them as well.

In the midst of pulling and pushing both the men to the ground you realized both had frozen all of a sudden. You looked at them with your big round eyes, Taehyung was trying his best to look anywhere but you while Jungkook was simply staring at the ceiling. What’s gotten into them, you wondered. Taehyung broke the spell as he held your gaze and looked down, you followed his gaze to find your baggy shirt being the baggy as it was, was drooping really low and that brought out with it your bra-clad breasts. God, Y/N get up will you? You flashed your boobs! But that was...

“I didn’t do it on purpose,” you’d sprung away from them launching yourself to the corner of the room. You were eighteen and still growing or you didn’t quite know if you were at all. Whatever it was your boobs were your biggest disappointment, they’re small and really small compared to girls around your age. And they’d caught a glimpse of those same, no you’d shown it to them. You felt like digging a hole and planting a, ‘Here lies Y/N, a virgin,’ there and never come back. You were blabbering what not but the boys came closer, Taehyug put his hand on your head and stopped you from banging your head against the wall. Oh how you wish you hadn’t jumped in with them at the first place. But then again you’d been friends for so long that the changes that were taking place with you and around you was something you detested a lot. Why can’t I go back to having pristine, pure thoughts. If only...

“Y/N-ah stop over-thinking,” Jungkook was holding your hands in his bigger ones. Those hands, yaah stop Y/N, then and there, stop it okay? Just breathe for now no need to imagine!

“I’m sorry you had to see that...” You wanted to say something more but right now it didn’t feel right for that.

“Oh, c’mon Y/N you’re like a sister to us why will we...,” a sister? Is that all I am? Is that all I’ll ever be to you two? You wanted to scream but then again what fault were they at? Who’d like to have a girl like you to love like they show in movies. You’re never quite the conscious one to begin with, things only began to change when your best-friends began to date back in high school. The girls they’d date were always pretty, slim and pale. All shiny long hair and long legs. That’s when you began to notice the differences you had, you were neither fat nor chubby but rather curvy and that made you stand out. You never had a thigh-gap to begin with nor did you want to have even now when that’s what majority of the guys preferred. Despite having an average-sized chest your hips were flared and your bum always became the butt of everyone’s joke, a joke your school-mates would prefer not to discuss in front of your best-friends. You started wearing longer skirts and baggy shirts and pants to keep your curves hidden. You were not ashamed to have them not at all, rather you were self-conscious of flaunting them. Skinny had never been your favorite so you never tried fitting in that size rather your slowly crept into a shell. All those times in P.E when the other girls would proudly wear shorts you forced your thighs into pants. Your bum and thighs gave you major headaches every-time mixers would be organized in the college. And every single time you’d end up not going because you didn’t want Taehyung and Jungkook to find you in your hyper-pathetic state.

Their sister-zoning you made it even worse that the only thing you could do is utter sorry for the nth time and disappear into your own room. You didn’t know what to do, tears wouldn’t come out nor were you angry. You just felt really confused. All that thinking had made your headache worse, your body felt limp and dizzy as sleep overcame you.

It was already dark when you woke up, you tapped on your phone screen only to mentally scream in horror. It was midnight, you’d been sleeping all this time since afternoon?! You were hardly sane when you opened the door to the dining, everything was dark. Good, that gives me more reason to eat. Taehyung and Jungkook either have gone to sleep or are out. Whatever it is it didn’t bother you anymore. I am just a friend right? Oh no no, a sister. Your evil side was playing all kinds of mind games with you, you couldn’t keep up with it. Your head was still buzzing and that droning sensation still lingered. Guess I’ve a bee in there?

In your semi-insane semi- sane state of mind you hadn’t been able to guess where you were going only to make you lose your balance and hit the tray of beer cans kept on the kitchen slab. Oh shit! You were already done with keeping them on the tray when a door behind you opened. You were busy doing whatever you were doing only to be interrupted.

“Y/N?” You still felt groggy, pushing your weight on the slab you turned around to meet a topless Taehyung in boxer shorts. What? Am I dreaming?

You opened your eyes big and wide, damn it was the sexy Kim Taehyung in only his undies. Wow! What a sight, isn’t it?

The pale light fell in shades on him sharpening his features than they already were. You could see his shoulder muscles flex as he brushed his hair back. Before you could say something you caught sight of a woman in nothing but a white shirt on her body. You could see her nipples poking out like rings of a grenade. She had come out of the room and right now was clinging on to Taehyung’s arm, uggh definitely a pest this one. She’s gonna create a whole lot of ruckus once Tae kicks her out of his life. Don’t get me wrong both my best-friends might be really handsome but they’re not the stereotypical cliche-tic playboys. It’s not they who cheat rather it’s the other way round, funny right? It’s quite rare to find a girl who’d share similar interests as the guy so when they find out they can neither hold up to Taehyung’s sharp brain nor bear Jungkook’s snarky humor they begin complaining. Both have zero patience for utterly selfish and nagging people and that’s how the one-night stands to potential girlfriends girls end up being in the sewers.

“Tae-tae what’s taking you so long?” Uggh, this girl and her nasally voice. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what Tae’s silence meant. It was a sign for the girl to keep her claws within her bounds and not pry out. She left his arm only to look at me with disgust. What the actual fuck, did she just do that? We just met and she doesn’t even know anything. I was tired and so was my brain, wait a minute I just got up. I guess that’s cue for me to sleep even some more, tomorrow is Saturday, I guess I’ll sleep some more. I don’t want to run into both of them first thing in the morning. Right now I need to square up to Tae. The moment you stepped away from the slab into the center of the room you heard Tae make a sound. It sounded like a gasp. What?

“Umm...Tae I’m sorry about what happened this morning. I really wasn’t in my right mind...” Once again you were rambling badly.

“You did nothing wrong.” What? His voice had dropped low and it came out more like a pant. Did I disturb him in the middle of his adventure? Uff. You looked up to him to find him staring at you, his gaze was somewhat clouded or was it the light that was playing tricks with your sight? Which one is it? His jaw clenched and unclenched, what’s wrong? Oh, I get it, he must be mad for disturbing him. Obviously he must be. I might be a virgin but he has a sex-life right? What right have I got to interrupt him like this? The next thing I knew was Tae’s heavy breath on my cheek as he held me by shoulders. I shivered at our contact. My body felt tingly all over as he breathed hard against my left ear. I felt his nose nuzzle against my lobe, what the actual frack! I’m dreaming right?

His breath came out in rasps as he steadied my shaking body, “Y/N-ah, I think you should wear something.” With that he was gone.

You opened your eyes to find no one in the room, the door to Tae’s room closed violently. It wasn’t a dream was it? You flopped yourself on your bed and stared at the ceiling. What the hell was that?

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Imagine him staring at you like this! :D (too much hormone spilling everywhere okkie ;D) It’s better to sin this way than any other way right? Do let me know how you felt about this short intro! I’d be happy to receive your feedback since it’s my first time attempting a smut!

Get ready for some spice in the next chapters to come!

~Ananya:D

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thebulletproofbangtanboys · 4 years

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Caramel Macchiato (Taekook x Idol!Reader)

Summary: {Request} Can I request an angst Jungkook, Yoongi, or Taehyung scenario? As you performed with your group on stage, your boyfriend and other idols are watching in the audience, when all of the sudden you got shot, and the whole building begins to turn into the purest form of panic, terror, and fear, and you nearly die

Word Count: 7k

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Warnings: gun violence, shooting, blood, some strong language (like, two words), fighting between members, hospitals

It was the last concert of your group’s tour, and you all had decided to have it in your hometown of Seoul. You were the lead vocals for your group, HeavyStarter. HeavyStarter was a five-member, all-girl K-Pop group, the first under BigHit Entertainment.

BigHit was actually the place where you met your boyfriends. Yes. Boyfriends. Kim Taehyung and Jeon Jungkook. It surprised you, too, when you found out that the boys were in a relationship, but you were easily accepting of it seeing as how your childhood best friend turned out to be gay. You actual became really close friends with the boys and eventually fell in love with them. However, you knew that they could not possibly love you in that way. They were…well…gay. They astonished you by coming up to you one day after your group’s dance practice and asking you if you wanted to join their relationship. You, of course, accept their wonderous offer. That was two years ago.

Now, here you were, finally back in the same city as them after four months. You just couldn’t wait until you were done with this concert, so you could go home and snuggle with your boys. You missed them greatly, and you were sure that they missed you just as much. The past few weeks, the boys had been blowing up your phone asking you when you were coming home and how much they missed you and wanted you in their arms. With each message, your longing for home just grew and grew, and now you were finally here.

You were backstage getting your makeup done and hair styled when you looked at your phone for the billionth time that night. The boys had texted you earlier saying that they were going to come see you before your concert, but it was twenty minutes before curtain, and they still hadn’t arrived yet. You sighed before placing your phone on the vanity counter.

“I’m sure they’ll be here soon enough, (Y/N),” Hana, one of your idol members said, giving you a side glance as she couldn’t turn her head from the hair stylist.

“I hope so. I was really looking forward to seeing them before we went on stage,” you said.

“Maybe they just got caught up in dance practice or something. You know how it is.”

“Yeah,” you said solemnly.

Only your other members and the members of the boys’ group knew about the relationship. It definitely couldn’t be known to the public. Fans would be in outrage and the ranking and likeness of both groups would be in turmoil. Hell, no one even knew the boys were together except for the groups. Despite hearing about many fans who shipped the two together and would fawn over the idea of them actually being together, the boys had just decided to play it safe with it all.

Ten minutes had passed, and the boys still weren’t there. The lot of you were putting on your shoes, and disappointment sat heavily in your stomach. Brushing it off was a lot harder than you thought it would have been. You should be happy, relieved, anxious. It was your last concert of the tour after all. There was, however, a little glimmer of hope, imagining that they were just waiting for you in the crowd, ready to cheer you on. That was all you could think about as you walked down the long hallway to the side stage.

The five of you stopped right on the side and waited for the lights to go down so your group could go onto stage and get into position. This was when Hana walked up to you and gave your hand a squeeze. “They’ll be out there. They would have to be stupid to miss this.”

She was always the emotional supporter of the group. If anyone ever had any sort of worry or was sad, she was there to lift them up. Here she was, helping you out for the second time tonight. She was truly the only person who kept the entire group from falling into emotional shambles.

You smiled at her in thanks, and you saw the lights go out on the stage, signifying for the five of you to head on stage. As the lead vocals and main dancer, you put yourself in the middle. Once you all were in your stances, the lights came up, and the crowd went absolutely wild.

However, between the STARTER bombs and the spotlights, you really couldn’t see into the crowd, so you truly didn’t know if the boys were in the crowd or not. You finally decided to push them out of your head and focus on the night of dancing and singing before you.

It was about an hour later, and the concert was almost over. It was just a few more songs and your single, which was up next. You had just changed into your outfit for your solo: a white tee with the HeavyStarter’s logo across the front, a three-quarter-sleeve denim jacket, a black skirt that ended right above your knees, and a pair of black Converse high-tops. You were back on the stage within minutes, dancing and singing to your first solo that you had just released a month before the start of the tour.

Flits and flirts and struts and twists and turns. Your body could take every little bit of it, and you absolutely loved how your muscles burned from the exertion the dances gave. However, the feeling was short lived. Above the sounds of the music playing in your ear piece and the chant of the fans, you heard a loud bang. Milliseconds later, you felt a sharp pain and then a pressure in your left abdomen. You looked down at where you felt the pain, and all you could see was red.

Screams. They reverberated off the walls, but you could barely hear them.

Your hearing was going faster than you thought. It must be the shock.

You couldn’t see much of anything, either. Oh, wait. That’s the ceiling. I must have fallen from the impact.

Besides the initial pain, you couldn’t feel much. Your heart felt like it was pounding, and there was some ringing in your ears. In your peripheral vision, you could see your band members running up to you. They towered over you, and they spoke. What are they saying?

Your vision was becoming more and more blurry with each passing moment. You now felt heavy, and you just wanted to go to sleep. But I can’t go to sleep, can I? Whenever this happens to someone on a K-Drama, they always tell them to stay awake, to not fall asleep. But it’s so hard to stay awake. I just want to sleep. Please? Can I just sleep?

Light pressure was placed over where you had seen the red earlier. You tried focusing on the figure, but you couldn’t quite make it out. It almost looked like…Taehyung? So, you did come. But where is Jungkook? You tried turning your head, but it felt like it was full of cement. You tried lifting your left hand. You couldn’t feel yourself do it, but you apparently did. It was covered in red. Blood. Am I going to die?

No. I can’t die.

The boys. They need me, just like I need them.

I’m not ready to go, not just yet.

But it’s so hard to stay.

To stay awake.

I’m so tired.

I’m sorry.

Everyone.

Then, everything seemed to fade away to absolutely nothing.

Taehyung and Jungkook were on the way to your concert, the rest of BTS in tow. They were running late, and your boyfriends were clearly not happy about it.

“Look, we promised to meet (Y/N) before her concert, but now we aren’t going to be able to. She probably thinks we forgot about her all because SOMEONE HAD to get their coffee at an extremely busy Starbucks. But oooooooohhh. No, it was going to alright because we had PLENTY of time,” Taehyung mocked angrily, glaring at Jimin. “And now we’re stuck in traffic!” Taehyung huffed and hit his back up against the soft leather car seat, crossing his arms in frustration.

“Look!” Jimin almost shouted back. “I said I was sorry! What more do you want from me?”

“How about not make us late!”

“I sa-“

“Stop it before I turn this car around and none of us go to the concert!” Jin shouted from the driver’s seat, acting as the mother goose of the group yet again.

Both Taehyung and Jimin slinked into their seats, pouting. Taehyung looked over at Jungkook who just took his hand and gave it a light, reassuring squeeze. Jimin just slurped his iced caramel macchiato, receiving a glare from Taehyung.

“Why don’t we just text her, tell her we are running late and apologize,” Jungkook suggested.

Taehyung nodded and lifted himself up a little to grab his phone out from his back pocket. He clicked the “on/off” button, and the screen stayed black. Taehyung tried it again, and the screen still wouldn’t turn on. He then began to violently click the button as if it were going to turn it on.

“It’s dead,” Taehyung sighed before dropping it in his lap. “What about your phone?”

Jungkook patted his back pocket and then looked around the floor of the van for it.

“Crap. I left it in my bag back at the studio,” Jungkook groaned.

Taehyung groaned back in response and looked outside. “At least we are almost at the stadium.”

Sure enough, after a few more blocks and fifteen minutes of trying to find a parking spot, they were finally on their way into the building. All seven of them had their masks pulled up to help disguise themselves. The night was about you and your group, not them. They walked in, and they instantly had their tickets scanned, accessing their entry. There was not, however, any form of bag check or a metal detector which seemed odd to the boys, but once they saw the security guards spread throughout the area, they shrugged everything else off. They walked a little further down where they were met with a hallway with silver placards sticking out against double doors, almost like a movie theater.

Yoongi looked at the tickets in his hands and then looked at the placards lining the halls. “Just a little way down,” he said before taking the lead. The rest followed him to section J where their seats were located. They went through the double doors and walked down to where their seats were, which was just a few rows back from the front. It was close enough to see you, but far enough away to where they wouldn’t be caught on camera.

It wasn’t long after they took their seats when the lights went out, and a strong whisper fell over the crowd before it went completely silent. A few moments later, the lights came on, and you and your members stood on stage with you right smack in the middle. The crowd went absolutely wild at the sight of the five of you. Taehyung and Jungkook both felt their breathing hitch in their throats. You were so gorgeous to them. You looked gorgeous to them on any given day, but right now, you were at a whole new level, which neither of them could have ever thought possible.

However, it was when you had come back onto stage for your solo that the boys were on the edge of their seats. The other five boys smiled lightly at how infatuated the maknaes were by you. They could tell that they truly loved you, and they knew that you were one lucky girl. Well, lucky until a loud, metallic bang sounded off the walls, and you suddenly fell to the ground.

The crowd of fans screamed loudly as they saw their beloved idol fall into a heap on the stage. Pure terror filled the fans’ bodies, and their instincts told them to run. So, naturally, that’s what they did. The stadium was now in absolute panic as waves of people started trying to leave the stadium. People were shoved and pushed to the ground, many hit the sides of the chairs as they were shuffled around. No one knew exactly where the gunshot came from, they just knew that it had occurred in that room and as a result, needed to get out of said room.

While everyone was running out the doors, all of the members of BTS were running towards the stage, Jungkook and Taehyung being the fastest. Security guards tried stopping them, but there was no use. The pushed through and jumped onto the stage. Once they got onto the stage, all seven just stood there in shock for a moment. This was when the rest of your group came rushing out, along with backstage security guards.

A red stain on the left side of your once pristine white shirt was growing, and blood was pooling around you slowly but surely. Namjoon remembered reading somewhere about how when a person was shot, their body started directing more blood to the center of the body, trying to protect its most vital organs. However, in this case, it was just doing more damage. You were going to bleed out if something wasn’t done soon.

Apparently, Taehyung had read his mind and instantly took off his jacket, rushing over to you. He placed his jacket over your open wound, trying to stop the bleeding. Blood was quickly seeping through the fabric, staining his favorite jacket forever. It was an expensive Gucci jacket, but that could never compare to how much you were worth to Jungkook and Taehyung, to the rest of BTS, your group, your fans.

Jungkook started crying violently a few feet away, scared for your life. You were one of the loves of his life, and he couldn’t live without you. Now, here you were at your final concert of the tour, laying on the ground in a pool of your own blood. His heart physically hurt looking at you. He could feel his throat constricting, depriving him of his well needed oxygen. He bit his knuckle, trying to keep his sobs from being heard, but once Hoseok wrapped his arms around the youngest member, Jungkook could no longer hold them back.

Jin was off to the side, on the phone with first responders, and Namjoon was by Taehyung’s side, trying to tell him all that he could remember from past readings and checking you for your breathing. Medics now came onto the stage. They quickly thanked Namjoon and Taehyung for their help and took over taking care of you until better equipped professionals arrived. The rest of the HeavyStarters stayed back, watching the medics work on you and looking on at Taehyung and Namjoon with pity as they were covered in blood. Your blood.

“She’s still conscious!” one of the medics said loudly. Sure enough, you had moved your arm up sluggishly before dropping it back down to the ground. Jungkook choked out a sob, hearing the medic’s voice.

“That’s a good sign, right?” Jimin asked, finally making himself known amongst the crowd.

“Well, it means that if she has a concussion, we can keep an eye on her and there is a lesser chance of her slipping into a coma,” the other medic explained.

The first medic nudged the second one, and the second one moved his attention back to you.

“I don’t want to alarm them, but we’re losing her. She just lost consciousness. So much for that little ray of hope there,” the first medic whispered to the second.

The second medic instantly went to place to fingers on your carotid artery. “Pulse is thready.”

“Alright, we need to get control of the bleeding. She’s lost a lot of blood already, and I’m not sure how far out the ambulance is or even what the situation is out there. We could be on lockdown; the shooter could still be out there. We don’t know, so we need to do everything we can to keep this girl safe.”

Taehyung’s heroic adrenalin was now wearing off, and he was feeling his true emotions come through. Sadness. Anxiety. Anger. And the way both of the medics were talking in low voices got to him the most.

“Just tell us what’s wrong with her!” he yelled, trying to take off towards them, but Jin and Yoongi held him back, and a security guard stanced himself to take down Taehyung if the situation arose.

The medics looked at each other, and medic #1 looked over his shoulder at Taehyung. “She’s still breathing, but her pulse is weak. She’s lost a lot of blood.” He then turned to the security guard. “We aregoing to be able to get an ambulance here, right?”

The guard nodded. “I’ve already sent word out to the rest of us that one is on the way. There will always be a few guards near the ambulance and with the paramedics just in case. The rest are still out locating the shooter.”

The medics seemed to let out air they didn’t realize they were holding. They were trained for very basic medical procedures: applying band-aids, giving stitches, and splinting broken bones. They were not prepared, however for dealing with a shot idol who was bleeding out right in front of them with two idol groups, security guards, and more incoming music-related people watching them like hawks.

Thankfully, moments later, the real trained professionals came running in with a stretcher and several security guards. One of the paramedics quickly checked your vitals and gave the others a nod. They then carefully moved you onto the stretcher before rushing you out the building and into the rig. Taehyung and Jungkook tried getting in the back with you and the paramedics.

“No one allowed in,” one of the paramedics said sternly before taking the rig doors and closing them harshly. Within seconds, the ambulance was off, on its way to the hospital, leaving everyone else behind.

Taehyung felt his rage vibrate through his body once more, but now it was directed towards the security guards that stood a few yards away, watching carefully. Taehyung stomped over to one of the security guards and instantly tried to take a swing at the large, burly man. The security guard saw it coming and took a step back, missing Taehyung’s fist by mere inches. Once Taehyung’s fist was no longer an issue, the security guard tackled Taehyung to the ground. Taehyung tried to fight, but when he realized that it was useless, he stopped fighting.

“Why didn’t you stop them?! Why didn’t you stop (Y/N) from getting shot?!” he screamed in anguish. His heart felt heavy, and his lungs felt like they were filled with water. He couldn’t breathe, and it wasn’t because of the guard on top of him. Rather, it was from the weight of emotion that sat in him.

Once the guard realized that Taehyung was no longer of a danger to him, he got off of him. Taehyung just stayed on the ground, tears streaming out down his face which was contorted into a look of pain. He pounded his fist onto the ground once before rolling over, holding his now hurt hand in his other hand. Jungkook walked over to Taehyung, fresh tears now tracing the older tears stains on his cheeks. Jungkook knelt down and took Taehyung in his arms, holding him closely. Taehyung leaned into Jungkook and cried violently.

“Tae, she’s not dead yet, okay? She won’t die. She’s strong. Stronger than we know, okay? And we have to be strong for her. She needs us, and we can’t be there for her if we’re going around and breaking our hands and attacking security guards, can we?” Jungkook asked, lightly stroking Taehyung’s neon blue hair.

Taehyung shook his head no, still hiding his face in Jungkook’s chest. Jungkook lightly placed a finger under Taehyung’s chin, bringing his face up. “Everything is going to be okay,” Jungkook whispered with a slight choke. He leaned down and gave Taehyung a soft kiss on the lips.

“You seven,” Hana said, her voice slightly shaking. Everyone looked up at her. “Get on the tour bus. It’s the only thing that can kind of fit all of us, and I really think we all need each other right now. We all need to be there for her when she wakes up.”

Everyone started making their way to the tour bus that across the lot. Jungkook looked at Taehyung, and Taehyung nodded, signifying that he would be okay. Jungkook helped Taehyung up, and the two of them made their way to the bus, clinging on to each other for comfort and support.

The bus ride seemed like it was taking hours, days, weeks, months, years, forever. In reality, it was only a fifteen-minute ride. Everyone was on the edge of their seats with worry. The HeavyStarters worried because you were their best friend, a sister to them. You were also the leader of the group, and they needed their leader. The Bangtan boys were worried not only for your life, but if it were to end, how it would affect their two maknaes and how in return it would affect their own group. They were all a really close-knit family, the two groups, and you were the stitch that held them together.

When they finally got to the hospital, and the bus was parked, Jungkook and Taehyung were the first ones off of the bus. They practically ran to the doors of the emergency room. When the automatic doors didn’t open quite as quickly as they had liked, Jungkook took matters into his own hands and pried the doors open. They rushed up to the front desk in unison, almost pushing a man on crutches out of the way.

“Excuse me,” Jungkook said. “We need to find out where someone is.”

The lady at the front desk sat there with her eyes slightly widened and mouth agape in shock. After a few seconds, the situation finally processed in her brain, and she slightly shook her head. “Uh, yes. Who are you looking for?” she asked.

“(L/N) (Y/N),” Taehyung said, tapping his fingers on the counter and shifting his feet anxiously.

The woman gave a quick nod before stooping down in front of the computer, typing your name in.

“Ah. It looks like she is currently in surgery. I’ll have someone notify the surgeons that you are here. What is your relation to her?”

“We’re her sisters,” Hana said with the rest of the HeavyStarters with her.

Taehyung and Jungkook looked behind themselves and gave her weak smiles, thankful that they didn’t have to tell a stranger their relationship situation.

The lady behind the counter gave another simple nod before saying, “Once we have any new information, you’ll be updated. For the time being, have a seat in the waiting room over there. There are snack and drink machines right down the hall. In the meantime, sir, we can take a look at your hand and see if we can’t do something about it.”

“Thank you,” Hana said before walking up to Jungkook and placing a hand on his shoulder while Taehyung was led to an examination room.

After that, the wait was hours long. A grand total of five agonizing hours with no update on your wellbeing at all. A TV in the waiting room was on the news, broadcasting what had just happened at your concert. The moment one of the nurses heard the television, they quickly changed the channel, knowing that your “family” was sitting there in the waiting room. Taehyung, now wearing a jacket of his that you had taken from him and brought on the tour with you, and Jungkook sat closely together, linking their hands through the front pockets of their hoodies. Jungkook’s head rested on Taehyung’s shoulder. All eleven of them had finally calmed down into a mellow, numb state. That feeling quickly ended, though, when your name was called out, and every one of them stood up.

A surgeon clad in dark blue scrubs walked up to the large group. He looked worn out, like he had seen a million lifetimes worth of trauma and death.

“How is she?” Hana asked, speaking what was on everyone else’s mind.

The doctor let out a breath before relaying the injuries to the group. “I’m Dr. Han. Well,” he started, “When she came in, she had lost about four pints of blood. Any more blood loss, and I’m not sure there would have been anything we could have done. However, we were able to get some blood into her, which helped quite a bit. The bullet made its way fully through her. Thankfully, it missed her spinal column, but only by mere centimeters. We did have to resect some of her small intestine due to the wound and some fragmented pieces of the bullet.” What the doctor had not told them was that they had to resuscitate her several times due to the initial blood loss. He noticed the anxious looks on all eleven faces. “She is recovering in the ICU right now. Hopefully, if she is doing well in her recovery process, we can move her upstairs in about a few days.”

“Can we see her?” Jungkook asked meekly.

The doctor nodded. “Just follow me.”

The group followed closely behind Dr. Han. Anxiety flowed through all of their veins like sugar after a bake sale. The clicks and squeaks of the group’s various kinds of shoes echoed off of the whitewashed walls. The hallway seemed longer than it really was. It seemed like everything tonight was in slow motion. It was as if time in itself was made of molasses.

When they finally came up to your room, they all stopped outside of the glass. On the other side, you were laying in your bed, peacefully like a porcelain doll it seemed, despite all the many tubes and IVs that connected you to various monitors. The air in everyone’s lungs seemed to leave as they saw you in such a state. Less than six hours ago, you were on stage dancing, smiling, having the time of your life. Now, your life was still hanging in the balance, teetering on the thin line between life and death.

“When will she wake up?” Jin asked Dr. Han.

“It’s honestly hard to say. Most people after sustaining a traumatic injury such a bullet wound generally wake up anywhere from a few hours to a few days. However, in her case…” His voice began to trail off.

“She may never wake up,” Jungkook finished, gripping his hands slightly, his voice cracking a little.

“Jungkook,” Jimin started.

“No!” Jungkook shouted, losing his cool for the first time that night. “If we hadn’t stopped to get your stupid coffee, we would have been able to see her before the concert! We would have been able to wish her good luck! We would have been able to hear her say ‘I love you’ one last time, but no! You had to have your goddamn cup of coffee!” Tears were streaming down his face once more, and his fists were balled up tightly. His fingernails were digging painfully into the palms of his hands.

Taehyung placed his good hand on Jungkook’s shoulder as if to calm him. Jungkook just shoved it off and turned around slightly to face his boyfriend. “Stop, Tae. No. You said it yourself earlier! If Jimin hadn’t begged to stop at fucking Starbucks for some unnecessary drink, we would have been able to see her!”

Taehyung’s face dropped as he realized the truth in Jungkook’s words. Jungkook was right in a way, but at the same time… “I know, Kook, but how was he supposed to know? He couldn’t have known that she was going to get shot! Besides, how is arguing going to help (Y/N)?! It’s not! So, you can either come visit (Y/N) with me or you can go somewhere else and go cool down.”

Jungkook looked at Taehyung in light shock. Never had Taehyung ever talked to him in that way before, and he never thought he would here him use that tone of voice with him. Jungkook sighed and gave Jimin a dark glare before walking past everyone to go into your room. Taehyung watched as Jungkook stormed into the room and plopped down into a chair harshly. After Taehyung saw Jungkook grab onto your hand sorrowfully, he turned back to the rest of the group.

“I hate to ask this, guys, but I was wondering if Jungkook and I could spend some time with (Y/N) alone?” he asked. Everyone looked at each other and gave him a nod. “Thanks. And, Jimin?”

“Hm?”

“It isn’t your fault. We were just a little anxious and upset, Jungkook especially. Please, don’t take this personally. We really are sorry. It just may take Jungkook a little while to see that.”

“Yeah,” Jimin said, giving a half-genuine smile. Deep down inside, Jimin really did feel like this was his fault, but he wasn’t going to let that show. He walked off with the rest of the group, leaving Taehyung and Jungkook alone with you, as the doctor had already left to go check on some other patients.

Taehyung walked into the hospital room. To him, it smelled like death. The air had that dark thickness to it that could be associated with death. It was as if the Grim Reaper himself was standing in the room, ready to bring his scythe down upon you and take you to the Underworld. Taehyung shrugged off the feeling and grabbed a chair out of the corner of the room and moved it over next to where Jungkook was sitting. He placed his hand over Jungkook’s which was holding your hand.

The two of them sat in silence until Taehyung broke it.

“It makes me cry every day,” Taehyung began to softly sing.

“It makes me think of you,” Jungkook joined in perfectly with Taehyung.

“Because it sounds like our story,” the both continued. “No matter how hard I try to cover my ears, it spins around me.”

The two of them sang the song that made you fall in love with them. Taehyung remembered the day like it was yesterday. You had come over to the dorms to hang out with them, and the lot of you got bored, so he and Jungkook started singing “A Daily Song” by Hwang Chi Yeul together. When they saw how much you liked them singing that particular song, they started singing it for you every time you got sick or were just having a really bad day, even if you were on tour.

Several weeks had passed, and you still had not woken up. Doctors now held less hope than they did before as far as your waking went. Even the HeavyStarters started coming less and less and started practicing songs and choreos without you even having a place in them. BTS backed off, too, only coming every so often to comfort Jungkook and Taehyung since they had never really gotten overly close to you to begin with.

However, Jungkook and Taehyung never stopped losing hope. They still sat by your side each and every day for hours on end, telling you how their day went or what Namjoon had destroyed lately. And every day, they would sing you “A Daily Song.” They never gave up hope, not even in the slightest despite all of the doctors’ words.

All of this had become the new norm. So, here they were singing your song again. They never got tired of it, not when there was even the slightest chance that you could hear them. Once they ended the song, both Jungkook and Taehyung each took one of your hands in their own.

“(Y/N),” Taehyung started out. “If there is any way you can hear us, please know that we love you. Jungkook and I are here for you. We are here for you through all of this. We will never, ever stop loving you, (Y/N). When we asked you to join our relationship, we did it not because we thought it would be fun to have you around more often, I mean, we did, but that’s beside the point. We asked you because we loved you…Love you.”

Taehyung placed his head on the bed, right next to your side, the tip of your fingers brushing the end of his nose. He closed his eyes and felt a tear slip out of his eye and onto the bed. He lightly brushed his thumb over your knuckles.

“Tae,” he heard from Jungkook a few moments later.

Taehyung sat up, looking at Jungkook with confused eyes. Jungkook looked over at you, and Taehyung’s eyes followed.

Everything was so dark, like you were in a swimming pool filled with black water. Everything was also so heavy as if cement blocks had been chained to your ankles and wrists. You were being dragged down to the deepest depths of the pool. The further down you went, the harder it became to breathe, until you finally became still. You could breathe again, but your vision was still impaired. Then, you began hearing things. Voices. You couldn’t quite make out what they were saying, but they were certainly there. The voices would come and go. Sometimes, they would talk, and sometimes, they sounded like a song. Yet, like every time before, you couldn’t understand a single word. That was what the pool of death felt like. All senses construed, failing. You were in a constant state of in-between sleep. Aware of outside resources, but not fully understanding. Eternity went by, and this was how it was every single moment.

That was until at one point in time, you saw a little speck of something off in the distance. You didn’t know what it was, and you weren’t sure you wanted to. You had remembered the cliché stories of people going to the light as they died and ascended into Heaven. But, you weren’t ready to die. You had made yourself clear. You were going to live, no matter what happened. You were going to make it out of this. However, every time you looked at the fleck in the in the distance, it seemed to have gotten just a little bit closer. And every time the fleck got closer, the pool got just a little bit brighter, the blocks a little bit lighter, and the voices a little bit clearer.

When the fleck was still in the distance, but now the size of a basketball, you could tell who the voices belonged to: your boyfriends. Every so often, you could hear the other BTS members and even your group and then some unfamiliar voices. You still couldn’t hear what they were saying, but you were no longer scared of this little fleck. You wanted to go towards it, to go through it, and see what was on the other side.

You never really made any effort to get through to the other side, though. You still had your doubts. What if it was your own personalized Heaven with all the people you loved and held closely to your heart? Then, you had the nagging thought in the back of your head: if this is my own Heaven, then why are there voices I don’t recognize? This just made you curious, and now you just had to find out what was on the other side.

You first tried moving your arms, but it was like moving through gelatin. It was difficult but possible. It was a slow process, and it tired you out easily. Your persistence and determination kept you going, though. If there was any chance that Taehyung and Jungkook were on the other side, you were going to get there. You pushed and pushed and pushed until your finally reached the fleck. It was no longer a tiny little fleck in the distance, though. It was now like a doorway with light streaming through the open door. You expected it to blind you, but it didn’t. It was a nice, warm glow that radiated kindness and love.

The voices on the other side were clear now. What was being said by these voices brought tears to your eyes. It was more singing than it was talking. You instantly recognized the song: “A Daily Song.” It was your little trio’s song. You stood there, not making any more advances into the light. You stayed there, listening to the beautiful song being sung by two beautiful men. The song eventually ended and talking replaced the melody. It was Taehyung.

“(Y/N), there is any way you can hear us, please know that we love you. Jungkook and I are here for you. We are here for you through all of this. We will never, ever stop loving you, (Y/N). When we asked you to join our relationship, we did it not because we thought it would be fun to have you around more often, I mean, we did, but that’s beside the point. We asked you because we loved you…Love you,” he said.

Making your way through the light just became that much more important. You stepped through the bright doorway. Suddenly, everything was clear again. Your hearing was perfect. You could feel someone holding both of your hands, the softness of the blankets on your bed even though they were far too thin to keep someone comfortably warm, and the way your hair tickled the side of your face.

You gave the hand on your right a light squeeze and tried opening your eyelids. One thing that had not changed from the pool to now was the weight of everything. Your eyelids felt like they weighed a thousand pounds. You mustered up all your strength and finally got them open. It took a moment, but your eyes adjusted to the new fluorescent light. You now could see clearly.

“Tae,” you heard from your right.

That was when you started choking on the respirator tube that had been put down your throat to control your breathing while you were unconscious and healing.

“Nurse! Doctor! Somebody!” Taehyung shouted, looking at you helplessly.

Seconds later, a nurse ran into the room, maneuvering in front of Taehyung. She placed a hand on your shoulder. “I know, (Y/N). We’ll get this out of you. Just stay calm for me, okay?” You tried evening your breathing, but with the respirator tube still in your throat, staying calm was an exceedingly demanding thing to do. To your benefit, moments later, the tube was out of your throat. You coughed a few times before gasping for breath.

Once you were finally able to get your breathing under control, you looked to your left and right, seeing your boyfriends on either side of you. You knew you could always count on them to be by your side, quite literally in this case.

“You came back,” Jungkook whispered, placing your hand up to his cheek.

“Of course,” you said hoarsely. “It was the music that my beautiful boys sang that brought me back.”

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Oath Of Desires: Six

Synopsis: [Yandere! Jungkook x Reader x Taehyung] [Poly AU]

It had only been them three for a long time. Not one person more, not one person less – just Jungkook, Taehyung and [Name].

Jungkook was elated when Taehyung and [Name] told him that they had become a couple. He literally could not have been happier.

They were his favourite couple, and he loved them both…. A little too much.

When there was a hindrance in Taehyung and [Name]’s relationship which caused them to fall apart, Jungkook was distraught. Afterwards, when he realized the depths of his love for his ‘friends,’ Jungkook made an oath of his dark desires – he was going to do whatever it took to get them back together. And this time, he was also going to become part of their relationship.

Warning: As this story contains yandere themes, the characters display behaviors that can be triggering or uncomfortable to read. Read at your own risk. This work is purely fiction. I do not believe any of the mentioned members would display any sort of this behaviour irl.

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“Love is an obsession; it has that quality to it. There are healthy obsessions, [but] mine is [not] one of them.” -Pamela Stephenson

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“I kissed [Name],” Jungkook interjected, as Taehyung leaned on the couch with his upper body hunched forward. Since the effects of the sleeping pills still lingered, Taehyung’s body was limpy; and although he was conscious for the most part, a part of his conscious was still in its slumber. After Jungkook’s bold exclamation, silence surrounded them — an uncomfortable silence that was full of unpredictable catastrophic possibilities. Jungkook was merely standing there, blinking owlishly with his large eyes, and his arms hung loosely by his sides, waiting for a response from Taehyung. And due to his groggy state of mind, Taehyung merely stood as he was, not being able to digest Jungkook’s words for a brief moment. “You what?” He asked, and as if he could sense the dread of impending doom one felt before there would be anger, he felt his heart drop to his stomach. Meanwhile for Jungkook, it was like thinking of those words, and saying them out loud again was a sort of revelation he had been waiting to hear his entire life; the pupil of his irises widened slightly as he started intently at Taehyung, and repeated himself. “I kissed [Name].” Just with hearing those three words once again, whatever blissful reality Taehyung had been living in, in which he got away with only caring about his own selfish desires ruled by his insecurities, was shattered. The bliss was now starting to vanish in thin air, leaving nothing, but the suffocating dust of ashes behind. Suddenly, fury seeped into Taehyung, and red clouded his vision. He disregarded his current weak state, and lunged towards Jungkook. Out of everything, Jungkook had not expected Taehyung to become physical with him. As a result, he simply took whatever hurt Taehyung inflicted on him. Taehyung shoved Jungkook angrily, as he began his rant. “You fucking piece of trash, you— you kissed [Name]?! How dare you?! I fucking— this was your plan all along wasn’t it?! You planned to steal her from me since the very beginning, didn’t you? That’s why you clung so pathetically to her all the time. I knew it, I fucking knew you were after her all this time. Your promises of being my best friend and endless loyalty were nothing but bullshit, weren’t they? I should’ve known you were going to turn out to be a bastard and thirst over my girlfriend with how creepily obsessed you were about her all the time,” Taehyung spat, as he clutched the collar of Jungkook’s shirt tightly, and shook him. Due to Jungkook’s build being bigger, heavier and stronger than his, and his current weak state, Taehyung’s attempt of violence did not have much effect on Jungkook. Not to mention, Jungkook’s hair was over casting his eyes, and shadowing his expression, so Taehyung was unable to his reaction. For now, Jungkook merely allowed Taehyung to vent. “Everything was perfect when it was just [Name] and I, before you came and ruined everything. I never doubted, even once, never doubted her love for me before you-- before you came along and took her from me. It was you, it was because of you I became so messed up, your fucking creepy obsession that made me hurt her. You changed her and it was because of you she stopped caring only about me. Why couldn’t you have just gone and died somewhere instead of coming in our lives and messing everything up—“ Taehyung hissed, however, he abruptly stopped talking when he saw that Jungkook’s lips had widened into a wide grin — a manic grin. The suddenness of it was troubling. Even for Taehyung, who had been too invested in his emotions of heartbreak and anger, was forced to snap out of his emotional trance, and examine Jungkook with a cautious gaze. There was an indescribable and minute inkling of fear that formed in his gut, and subconsciously, he gripped Jungkook’s shirt tighter. He glared, and growled. “Why are you grinning you asshole? Am I a joke to you?” Taehyung snapped, as Jungkook combed his hair away from his eyes smoothly, and Taehyung was finally able to get a glimpse of his face. Jungkook’s eyes were twinkling in joy, as his grin widened, and he cupped Taehyung’s cheek tenderly. His unanticipated touch startled Taehyung. With wide eyes, Taehyung’s stare flickered to Jungkook’s hand on his cheek, and then back to Jungkook, who was looking at him with deranged infatuation etched in his eyes. “You don’t have to be so jealous Tae,” Jungkook began using the nickname ‘Tae’ that Taehyung only ever allowed [Name] to call him. Subconsciously, Jungkook licked his lips in a poor attempt to moisturize them. Then, “I love you too,” He confessed sincerely. A sense of utter disgust immediately went through Taehyung. Right away, he roughly shoved Jungkook off him in order to create some distance between them. “You fucking sick psycho! What kind of game do you think you’re playing—“ He voiced, and as he had spoken, he winced at the headache that had been brewing, and suddenly manifested in his head. Taehyung never received the chance to finish his sentence since Jungkook had interrupted him. There was extreme madness glinting in Jungkook’s eyes, which made Taehyung freeze in surprise. “Both you and [Name] will be mine,” Jungkook breathed obsessively, before he raised his arm, clenched his fist, and swung it at Taehyung’s head swiftly, and quickly, and knocking him out.

A few days later [Name] was drenched as she entered Jungkook’s residence. See, instead of catching a ride with Taehyung like she usually did whenever she visited Jungkook at his place, or catching a cab, she had decided she would walk to his place this time. Granted that his place was far away from hers — a couple of kilometres that would usually be a bit too much for a person’s liking to walk it. However, for [Name], it was a work out that she had desperately needed. See, for the last few days, due to her emotional baggage, she had become a mess. [Name] had not eaten, slept, or looked after herself properly, and isolated herself in the four walls of her new apartment’s run down living room.

Each time when [Name] reflected on how she had come onto Jungkook so strongly, only to kick him out and give him no matter in the say, her mental health worsened. She was overwhelmed with guilt, and she hated herself for her recklessness. She had acted selfishly, by pushing herself onto Jungkook in order to find some sort of escape from her emotional predicament, even though he was not even attracted to her. If anything, Jungkook was like a younger brother to her. So, after she had come to her senses, [Name] had felt disgusted with herself. More so, when she realized that what she had done, was exactly the type of thing Taehyung would do — let her emotions rule her actions and cloud her judgement. As much as she did denied it, deep down [Name] knew that she was like Taehyung in many ways — it was one of the main reasons why they always clicked so well together. Their connection, and understanding of each other was impeccable. For that reason, whenever they fought, it hurt more because they knew each other so well, whatever harsh things they said, it was said out of the ugly truth that the other did not want to acknowledge about themselves. They knew each other wounds, and how to cut deeper in it. Aside from this, [Name] felt as if she needed to apologize to Jungkook big time. It took her a few days, but she did manage to collect herself -- even if it was the bare minimum. For a further piece of mind, and due to the nice windy weather, [Name] had decided to walk. She did not think it would rain heavily when she had left her own residence. As a result, there did not carry an umbrella or a raincoat. So, when was nearing Jungkook’s residence, she was only able to shield herself from the rain with her light summer coat that had a loose hood. Of course, it barely protected her. She was drenched, so her wet hair stuck to her skin, droplets of water hung on parts of her clothes and skin, and water was dripping from her coat and down onto the floor. The moment she had entered his residence (the door left unlocked), Jungkook had run up toher to greet her. Frankly speaking, [Name] found this to be a tad strange because of how quickly he had arrived by her side. It was as if he had been waiting eagerly for her arrival this entire time.

Jungkook’s hair was somewhat frizzled, and falling messily over his face. As he took [Name]’s coat off her, she noticed how his warm fingers had lingered on her cold skin a few seconds too long, before he hung it on the coat hanger. Additionally, she also took note of the few new cuts that scarred his cheeks, and a bruise on his lips. The entirety of just this small interaction was a bit bizarre, but [Name] decided not to comment on it. Instead, she waited patiently for Jungkook to invite her in, and offer her a remedy for her shivering body. However, before did invite her in, Jungkook had become preoccupied with something else. Just like her hair, [Name]’s wet clothes were also sticking onto her skin. Since rain had seeped through into [Name]’s shirt, it was now see through. The colour of her bra was visible, and Jungkook’s gaze lingered on it. However, just before [Name] could notice his staring, he snapped out of it, and returned his gaze to her face. She looked absolutely angelic and vulnerable with the way she hugged herself in order to protect herself from the cold. And the way the rain droplets glistened on her — they were like small twinkling diamonds. Just the sight of her made Jungkook’s knees feel weak, and he knew that along with Taehyung, he had to have her. Jungkook gave her a tight lip smile. “Come in [Name], I’ll make you some warm tea. There’s a few hoodies of mine on the couch if you want to borrow one in case you feel too cold. Pick whichever, I don’t mind. I’m sure they’ll all look really lovely on you,” Jungkook said, as he turned around, and walked from the entrance door of his house, to towards the kitchen. The compliment at the end of his sentence was rather weird, and made [Name] furrow her eyebrows in confusion. However, many things about Jungkook were weird and confusing: like the fact that despite being an orphan, he owned his own house without being in debt. Taehyung had once joked about that to her in private. He had said that Jungkook probably had it passed onto him because he killed his entire foster family or something. It was a joke that was just downright insensitive for [Name] so she had told him off for it. But by now, [Name] was accustomed to Jungkook’s weirdness anyway. So, like usually she did, she was quick to shrug this off too. [Name] chose a plain black hoodie to wear, and as Jungkook started making the tea for her, she addressed the elephant in the room. “Thanks for calling me Jungkook even though I promised to be the one to do it…” [Name] started, and trailed off awkwardly. Jungkook’s build prevented her from seeing the things he was putting in her tea. Just as he finished adding a crushed powder of some sleeping pills he had given to Taehyung in her tea, Jungkook quickly threw away the packet, and turned towards [Name]. He smiled widely, showing off his white teeth. The emotion never reached his eyes though. “It’s alright [Name]. That’s what friends are for,” He said, with another wide grin. To be frank, there was a sort of eeriness etched in his smile that sent shivers through [Name]. She nodded awkwardly, and started to fiddle with her fingers nervously, as she spoke once more. “Yeah friends. That was another thing I wanted to talk to you about. Um, you know about the whole situation of me kissing you…” [Name] said, and trailed off, as she glanced away from Jungkook for a moment, and then returned her gaze on him. He licked his lips subconsciously. [Name] noticed how he had suddenly narrowed his eyes at her, and his aura seemed to have darkened. Oh god, she thought, was my kiss really that bad that he’s giving such a horrid expression? Oh god, I really messed up this time. I need to apologize and clear the air with Jungkook if nothing else. “What about it?” Jungkook asked stoically. The lack of emotion in his voice, that was usually always filled with wonder, and a child’s sparkle of curiosity, made [Name] bite her lip in nervousness. Why do I always end up fucking up my life? [Name] wondered, but quickly snapped herself out of it. “I’ll say this one more time and I truly mean it. Jungkook, I’m really sorry about doing that to you. I— I wasn’t in the right state of mind, and I know that that’s no excuse for me using you like that— oh god, I’m so awful. I swear I didn’t mean anything by that kiss, it was just a mistake. I’m so sorry—“ [Name] cried, however, she was abruptly cut off. See, while she had started her little vent, Jungkook had abandoned the tea he was making for her — he had become a wild predator who was driven by his instinctive desires. By the time [Name] had got to her second ‘I’m sorry’ of this chapter, Jungkook stood right before her. Then, he suddenly grabbed her face, and forcefully pressed his lips against her. [Name]’s eyes widened, and she stilled in surprise. As Jungkook increased the intensity of the kiss, he forcefully guided [Name] to stand up on her tiptoes in order to keep up with his pace. This kiss barely lasted, and as soon as the rush of intensity of the kiss had come, it was gone. Jungkook pulled away momentarily, but still kept his face extremely close to [Name]’s as his breath fanned her skin. The [h/c] female stared up at him with wide doe eyes. “You apologize too much mum. If you’re truly sorry for what you’ve done, you can make it up to me by doing what I say,” He said smoothly, and smirking, before he pressed his lips on [Name]’s once again. This time, [Name]’s response was the complete opposite. She did not freeze like she had before, nor reciprocate it like Jungkook wanted her to. Instead, with an incredible amount of strength one would not expect of someone like her, she pushed Jungkook off of her. “What the fuck Jungkook?” [Name] exclaimed, as she wiped her lips with the sleeve of Jungkook’s hoodie she was wearing, in disgust. Jungkook’s eyes widened. “Did a single word of what I said before not go through your thick skull? I said it was a mistake and I regret it. If you try to pull off shit like that again—“ “You’re just confused! You don’t regret it! You love me! You and Taehyung would anything for my happiness, I know it! Here, let me kiss you again and you’ll see what I mean,” Jungkook said, smiling reassuringly, as he tried to grab [Name] and kiss her again. However, he never got to, because [Name] swung her arm instinctively, and punched Jungkook in the face. His head swung back, and there was a loud noise emitted as a result of her hit. Although her hit was strong, it was not enough to have knocked Jungkook out; and while [Name] should have used this time to run away, leave, and get help she stood still frozen in shock. Seemingly, she was not able to comprehend that she had hurt Jungkook like that. Jungkook tilted his head slightly as he straightened himself up. As he brought his face forward, his eyes were wide in anger, and there was blood oozing out of his lips. Of course, being the caring and always selfless person at the wrong times that [Name] was, she blinded herself to his seething expression, and instead focused on his injury. She gasped and took a step closer to him. “Jungkook I’m so sorry—“ BIG MISTAKE. As soon as she had started apologizing, she had stopped. This was because Jungkook had cut her off with a growl, before he lunged at her.

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Oath Of Desires: Nine

Synopsis: [Yandere! Jungkook x Reader x Taehyung] [Poly AU]

It had only been them three for a long time. Not one person more, not one person less – just Jungkook, Taehyung and [Name].

Jungkook was elated when Taehyung and [Name] told him that they had become a couple. He literally could not have been happier.

They were his favourite couple, and he loved them both…. A little too much.

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Love, non-existent,

His dreams were mere delusions.

He threatened to burn them with fire,

But the thing that got burnt wasn’t them, but his dangerous oaths of desires.

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The air was thick, and the tension of atmosphere was intense -- they could taste it in their mouths, at the back of their tongue-- a disgusting sensation of iron that made them nauseous. Slowly, as if he was a victim of the serial killer who had just found him in his hiding spot in a horror film, Taehyung turned his head towards Jungkook, who raised an eyebrow.

“What are you hiding from me?” Jungkook asked, and instantly, [Name]’s body acted on her own. Subconsciously, [Name] put her hand on her stomach, and clutched the layer of clothing covering her stomach tighty. While doing so, a whimper of fear of what was to come, left her lips.

Taehyung’s eyes flickered to [Name], and the raw realisation of their reality sunk in; the fact that [Name] was sitting on the floor of a toilet, feeling anxious, frightened, traumatized, completely vulnerable, upset to the point when her entire body was shaking, and possibly pregnant, made his chest tighten in pain.

How did we even end up here? This fleeting thought appeared for mere seconds, but he was quick to ignore it. Reflecting on regrets, and pondering on the what ifs of the choices they made, and questioning the reality they were in was not going to be helpful in this moment. Maybe later, once this was all over, and they had the privilege to think for themselves again, maybe then they could ponder. But right now, with Jungkook holding the crown and dictating over them like a tyrant King, there was little to no room left to think or breath -- it had to be all action.

So, Taehyung stuck with that. He proceeded to stand in front of [Name] protectively, as he stared at Jungkook with a challenging stare.

See, Jungkook had been feeling rather ecstatic since the past two days because he came to believe that he had finally broken Taehyung and [Name]. The [h/c] female, while did rebel against him, was easier and quicker to break because of her already passive nature, and due to the fact that Jungkook tended to punish her more. Taehyung was much harder to tame. But, it was not impossible. Jungkook had noticed that Taehyung had started to submit to him quicker. And even though, Taehyung was still reluctant, he had not been fighting as much either. They were breaking, and thus, the potential to build them into exactly what he desired them had been increasing. But now, all of his hard work and progress with making Taehyung more submissive was being shoved back right in face. Additionally, the fact that Taehyung thought he could stand on the same level as Jungkook and challenge his authority once again; it was a displeasing sight, and it caused the corner of Jungkook’s lips to twitch in anger.

“You know, I’ll be nice and give you another chance. Now this time, it would be in your best interest to tell me the truth because if you don’t, then I’ll make you both suffer. Do you remember what happened the last time when both of you defied me together? How awful it was to be on the verge of fainting from exhaustion and dehydration and still suffer from the punishments I gave you… You don’t want to go through that again, do you? Of course you wouldn’t. So tell me, what are you hiding?” Jungkook seethed, as he got off the frame of the door, and walked closer towards Taehyung, and stared at him with an intimidating gaze.

Taehyung did not move an inch, or even flinch, as he held his ground. He returned the ferocity of Jungkook’s glare with his own, before he scoffed at him.

“Like hell we will. Touch her, and I’m going to fucking rip your arm off,” Taehyung threatened, and he was prepared to carry out his threat by all means, had Jungkook not striked him first. Given his still weak state, it was easy for Jungkook to beat up Taehyung, and overpower him until he had Taehyung in a headlock. While this happened, [Name] could do nothing except watch them helplessly from the ground, and continue to shake in fear.

Her stomach churned and she felt sick with anxiety and terror that flooded her mind beyond her coping level; her breathes shortened, and she started to sob hysterically, as Jungkook turned towards her, with Taehyung held tightly, and in pain, in his grip.

No matter how much Taehyung thrashed, and tried to get himself out of Jungkook’s grip, his efforts remained useless.

“Let me go Jungkook! If you don’t let me go right now, or hurt [Name], I swear I’ll kill you! Don’t underestimate me--” Taehyung growled. However, he was cut short and unable to speak anything else, because Jungkook covered Taehyung’s mouth with one of his hands. Simultaneously, he tightened his grip on him, to worsen his pain. Then, as he tormented Taehyung like this, he looked at [Name], and narrowed his eyes at her.

“[Name], you’re more understanding than Taehyung aren’t you? You’re more co-operative, right? And that’s why I always make love to you more. You’ll be good and do as I say since I treat you so well, wouldn’t you?” Jungkook started, and his voice caused [Name] to freeze.

Her bottom lip quivered, as Jungkook offered her a strained smile for comfort.

“Tell me [Name], what are you two hiding? I’m giving one last chance, don’t muck it up like Taehyung did. Tell me or you won’t like what I do to you and Taehyung,” Jungkook warned, and [Name], currently not being in the right mind-set, or having the willpower to fight, confessed immediately.

“I-I think I might-- I might be p-pregnant,” She stammered, and Jungkook’s eyes widened.

First, there was silence, and [Name] awaited Jungkook’s response nervously. Then, everything happened all at once, and too suddenly; Jungkook lost it.

He released his grip on Taehyung, and let him fall carelessly, and mindlessly on the floor. Since Jungkook had been somewhat strangling during his headlock, as Taehyung’s body hit the floor harshly, he gasped in pain, and trying to breathe in as much oxygen as he could.

Jungkook ran towards [Name], and threw himself on top of her. As the weight of his body collided on hers, [Name] fell back harshly on the floor, and her head hit harshly, which made it throb painfully. She screamed loudly when Jungkook pinned her hands at the side of her head. He put his entire weight on her, and positioned himself on top her in a way that rendered her from moving. Heavy tears flowed down [Name]’s cheeks, and she viciously shook her head.

“Jungkook please, don’t do this—“

“It can’t be! YOU’RE NOT SUPPOSE TO BE PREGNANT! YOU CAN’T HAVE A BABY! THIS WAS NOT HOW IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE! It was supposed to be ME! ONLY ME! I SHOULD BE THE ONLY ONE YOU CARE ABOUT, LOVE, AND DO EVERYTHING FOR! YOU AREN’T MEANT TO BE LIKE EVERYONE ELSE! You’re— You’re only supposed to love me and not abandon me for someone else!” Jungkook cried hysterically, and the loudness of his voice, and the underlying promises of danger, caused [Name] to whimper and shut her eyes tightly.

“I… I won’t let this be the end. Not again. I don’t want to start over again. I’ll just, I’ll just—“ Jungkook stammered, and then, as if he just had an epiphany, his eyes widened impossibly wide. He licked his lips once, before speaking again, and this time, for the worst.

“I-I know. I’ll just get rid off this baby for everyone’s sake. You aren’t fat yet, and— and the baby probably isn't even grown yet. It’ll be easy. Haha, yeah it’ll be super easy. Just one hit will do,” Jungkook murmured to himself. However, [Name] heard him loud and clear, and this caused her eyes to snap open. She observed Jungkook from beneath him: his wide and large eyes that were filled with petrifying insanity, and his disheveled hair that overcasted his eyes, providing a dark shadow over his face that further highlighted his disoriented persona. Then, with one of his shaky hands, he took out a knife from the back of his pocket, and shifted his grip on [Name] so that he pinned both of her wrists above her head with his other hand. When Jungkook’s big knife entered her line of sight, [Name]’s bottom lip quivered once more, and she shook her head.

“No please, Jungkook, please, don’t do this. Please don’t this, don’t hurt me like this. I’ll, I’ll do anything that you want. I’ll even get rid off this baby if you get me the right medication but please, not like this— not like this, please. Please don’t stab me, I haven’t done anything. Please, I’m begging you, Jungkook, don’t do this to me,” [Name] cried, and tried to get out of his grip. However, her efforts remained fruitless.

Jungkook gave her a stretched ear-to-ear forced smile.

“I’m sorry [Name], but I have to do this right here and right now. This needs to be done, for our future’s sake,” He said, and he raised the knife up high in the air.

As Jungkook had become preoccupied with [Name], he had completely forgotten about Taehyung, who he had left on the ground. Slowly, and surely, as Jungkook was having his mini-break down, Taehyung stood up from the ground. Taehyung was heaving, and he was pissed. He wanted to scream, charge at Jungkook, and beat him up until his bones would break, and his blood soaked his knuckles. However, he held himself back and kept himself under control. This was their only chance, and Taehyung NEEDED to make this count.

As quietly as he could, Taehyung leaned down, and grabbed the empty standing toilet paper roll holder that was beside the toilet, and raised it above him. Then, he slowly walked towards Jungkook. As he did so, his own heart beat loudly in his ears, and he hoped that Jungkook would not be able to hear it and be too focused on [Name].

Then, just as Jungkook was about to bring down the knife and stab [Name], Taehyung took proper aim, and with all the force that he could muster, and adrenaline from all the action and pain from before pumping through him, he swung the standing toilet paper roll holder at Jungkook’s head as hard he could.

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