#yandere serial killer Jungkook

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Sweet Serial Killer

Masterlist | Part 2

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (italics = past events)

Genre: smut, Serial Killer! Jungkook x Reader, yandere themes

Warning: mentions of death/suicide, dark themes, mentions of rape/sexual assault, blood, oral (m receiving), facial, voyeurism,

Word Count: 5,604

Description: The city is shaken up by the sudden murders going around - all by a man who claims he is doing so in the name of justice. People are divided - those who agree with the mysterious serial killer to do what the justice system has not; and those who disagree and want him captured and sent to prison.

Your hands are doodling along the scrap piece of paper, your mind not on the professor in the front of the class. You can hear the students around you murmuring, but your mind doesn't process what they're saying. Not even when there's gasp entering the room and then sudden silence. You're shading the doodle of a cat when you hear the professor say your name from the front of the large class room. Your eyes glance up to see your professor, a puzzled look on her face. Her glasses hang dangerously low on her nose. Besides her you can see two officers, their eyes trailing your way.

"Y/N Y/L." one officer says as he climbs the stairs to get to your seat. You drop your pen from your hands, swallowing. "You're under arrest for the conspiracy of being associated with the serial killer Yeonma."

Gasps fill the room, as well as hushed murmurs and whimpers. The police officer is standing beside you, the cuffs out and ready to cuff you. You don't bother fighting - all the fight left in you long gone. You stand, your hands stiff. The officer cuffs you. You can feel the students watching you as you are escorted out of the classroom. A few students littering the halls stop to stare at you being escorted out.

You sit in the back of the police cruiser, your eyes watching the surroundings pass by like blurs as the police drove past. You swallow, your throat feeling dry. Your life in the last few months went down hill - starting with the sudden death of your sister by suicide. You pondered if she was in a better place - outside of this horrid world that did nothing but tear her down while she was alive. Was death easier for her? Surely life was too hard to handle with a judicial system who caters to wealthy men.

You lean back into the leather seat of the police cruiser. Your mind wanders to the past events, starting with the trial you were forced to endure to find the justice your sister never received.

"I'm not sure if I can keep facing him." your sister murmurs, a shake of her head. She has her arms wrapped closely around her, visibly trembling as she stands outside the court room. You're seated behind her, patting her shoulder soothingly. 

"You need to." you try to assure. "So he doesn't do this to anyone else."

The trial your sister endured was a long one stretching out for months now. She abandoned her studies at University, her dreams of being a veterinarian dropped. She instead worked at a resturant as a waiter to help with the bills you and her created around the home. 

You didn't enjoy seeing your sister like this. She was a shell of her former self - not smiling like she once did. And when the one chance you did see her smile, the sparkle in her eyes was never seen again. She rarely left the house unless it was for work - only working the morning and lunch shifts. The once social butterly you had of a sister was now a recluse and frightened victim. 

Soon the court room is filled. You sit besides your sister, your eyes trailing to the man in the expensive suit seated with his lawyer. He sat back coolly, not a care in the world. It made your fists clench, but you weren't going to act outside of character here. Your sister needed you. 

You sat with your sister, holding her hand as the lawyers went back and forth between the case. His lawyer tried anything to make him appear innocent - claiming that your sister must've been a fan of the popular boy. "Why else would she allow herself to become intoxicated?" he questions. "You mean to tell me she willingly went to his bedroom?"

You could feel your sister breathing heavily. You squeeze her hand, your eyes glancing at her. You can see the tears threatening to fall. You turn towards the judge who was about to make the final decision. You take a deep breath, feeling your sister squeeze your hand in her own.

"We found the defendant..." your eyes watch the jury read off of the card. "Not guilty. Due to lack of evidence."

Your eyes widen. You hear the cheer from your left, the group of friends that accompany him all stood to clap their hands. You witness a few woman on his side, all smiling ear to ear at the man who raped your sister. The accuser, Chung Ji-Ho stands and bows to the judge, his eyes glancing your way. You see the tiny smirk form onto his lips. 

You stand, fists clenched. You stalk his way, ignoring the calls from your sister. You land a slick punch to his face, the gasps erupting from around the room was evident that you were now seen as the abuser. "Fuck you!" you hiss at him, feeling your arms being restrained. "You're nothing but a rapist!"

You were escorted out. The Chung family were going to press charges against you - but Ji-Ho had assured that it wasn't a need. Your anger peaked when you saw him the following week at school. It was as if nothing changed - girls flocked around him as if they weren't bound to fall victim to his attacks. Boys were forever envious, and hung on his every word. You couldn't understand the reasoning of everyone turning an eye to his behavior.

Of course, the Chung's came from money. The college wasn't going to risk their reputation going down hill with a trial - news never reached outside the college walls of your sisters accusations. The trial was never publicized and the only one who suffers was your sister. 

You didn't have many friends from university - and now you were never going to. It didn't bother you much. You didn't go anywhere expecting to have friends in general. You were deemed unapproachable - especially after what has happened to your sister. You didn't have time to entertain anyone.

You hear a few snickers as you enter the large classroom. Your eyes flicker to the noise and soon your eyes are narrowing. Not far from your seat is Chung Jae-Ho - older brother of Ji-Ho. He's returning the glare you're sending him, but the cocky smirk on his lips tells you that he's going to be a problem in your life.

"Y/N."

Your head snaps to the left at the voice. The seat besides you was never taken. It was petty, of course, but it was appreciated. You had a place for your bag afterall. 

Jungkook glances at the seat where your bag sits. You take the hint and move it, allowing the man you rarely speak to sit down. "How are you?" he murmurs.

"Do you care?" you respond, the question comes out rudely. You mentally swear at yourself. "I'm sorry." you whisper back. Jungkook was never rude to you - he was the only one at the University who remained speaking with you after the incident with your sister. 

"No need." Jungkook gives you a small smile. "I know things are rough for you. And I want you to know that I'm always here for you."

Your mind is telling you that it was a lie - a ploy to get what he wanted for himself. But Jungkook's eyes told you a different story. As you look at him, there's a glint in his eyes that makes your heart leap to believe him. Jungkook never gave you a reason to be doubtful of his words. He was kind to you. He spoke to you freely, rarely steering the conversation to the uncomfortable topic.

"Thank you." you mumble out a response. 

"I would stay away from this one, Jungkook."

Jungkook's eyes lift to Jae-Ho. He's looking your way, a disgusted look on his face. 

"Flirt a little too much you might end up getting accused of rape." Jae-Ho snickers, as does a few of his friends. 

Jungkook isn't a fool to see you're blinking. The tapping of your fingers against your knee tells him you were uncomfortable, trying your best to remain quiet and not let your emotions get the best of you. 

You aren't expecting Jungkook to respond, so when he does you're surprised. 

"If your father raised your brother to know the difference between consent and simple flirting then maybe he wouldn't be in a situation like that." Jungkook responds, his eyes narrowing at Jae-Ho. "One day, he'll meet his match."

You sit in the interrogation room, your foot tapping against the floor. You don't know how long you've been here. What you do know is that the officers don't believe a thing you have to say. You're being accused of being Yeonma - a vigilante around the nation. You laugh at the thought - but if you were them you would also think the same.

Yeonma made their presence known almost a year ago. The string of murders they committed - all criminals - was enough to shake the nation. Those were scared to commit a crime that could end them dead by the mysterious vigilante. However, since his (or her) presence, the amount of theft died down. The random acts of violence against citizens by those in law enforcement came to a halt - and though the sexual assault cases were minumum, you haven't heard of one since your sister.

"I'm a Yeonma supporter." you shrug at the police officer. "Does that make me a criminal?"

Whoever Yeonma was, they did have your full support. They did what the judicial system had not - serve justice to those who deserve it. The amount of criminals who were found not guilty just because of the wealth they attained was beyond you.

The interrogator stares deeply at you, but you don't budge. You lean back into your chair, fingers tapping against the wooden table. You had no respect for anyone in law enforcement - they've done nothing but dig a grave for your sister. They weren't the ones who had to see the tears stream down your sisters face when her rapist was found not guilty. They weren't there the many nights you sprinted to her room at her screams, the night terrors harrassing her.

Nor were they there to identify the body of your sister - an act they determined to be a suicide. They were present for your questioning, however, to ask where you were at when your sister's body was recovered. However, they made themself scarce when the mortician tells you that your sister was pregnant by the rapist who law enforcement allowed to walk free.

"You're free to go." was what you heard after 6 hours of being holed up into interrogation. You scoff before leaving.

You don't go home. The sky is dark and the surroundings are quiet. There's a cold breeze that makes your cheeks go numb. You cross your arms as you wait in the shadows for the person you're waiting for. Your heart is thumping outside your chest and your mind races with the possibilites of what you're about to do.

You're unsure how long you were waiting before you see the man walk out of the building. He makes his way towards the alley way you hid in, eyes on his phone. He's walking towards his car, his day being done for the night. You clench the knife in your hands, trembling with anticipation.

You attack without much thought, bringing the knife deep into is neck. You twist it and remove the knife, the blood squirting out rapidly. The man coughs, a gush of blood spitting from his mouth. You stab him again and again - unsure of the total amount. But you do know that when you're done, he's left in a puddle of blood. Your gloved hands places the note between the man's fingers before you walk away from the dark alley way.

You recalled the amount of vomit that released itself from your throat when the mortician pulled back the white sheet to reveal your sister. Her skin was a pale grey color, all the life sucked from her skin. You couldn't hold back the tears that day, knowing that the mortician was left in an uncomfortable position. You don't return to the University for the week in preparation for your sister's funeral. It was costly, and the part-time job you had could barely cover anything besides cremation.

The University was notified of your sister's sudden death, yet you don't expect much from them. None of your teachers give their condolences to you, nor do any of the students. There was one person, of course, that was Jungkook. He had arrived at your apartment with flowers, sporting a long sleeve black shirt. What catches your eye is the gold band around his wrist - it appeared expensive. But you don't dwell on that because it was what's in his hands that intrigue you. It was a large arrangement of white roses that makes you cry all over again at his kindness. It was rare for you in the presence of another person, a man at that, but Jungkook's little act of kidness - even if it was just sending you roses - was rare. 

Jungkook stays that night in your apartment. Most of the time he hears you crying, but he doesn't speak. He gently rubs your back, not going farther than the upper to not make you any more uncomfortable. The silence is pleasant to you. Knowing that you had someone there for you in a world of such terribly cold people was enough. Your eyes soon find themselves falling until you're asleep - the first time you were able to in such a long period of time. Jungkook allows you to snuggle into him unknowingly. He's glad you're able to rest after the tea he's given you - he laced it with chloral for you to get a fulls night rest.

Once Jungkook knows you're in a deep sleep, he lifts you into his arms and takes you to your bedroom. He tucks you into your bed, his eyes lingering on you. You were peaceful when sleeping. He notes your cheeks are puffy, red and tear stained and it makes the blood inside him boil. His thumb rests upon your cheek lightly, giving a feathery rub before he turns away from you. 

You wake the next morning feeling like you've been out for months instead of hours. Your legs can barely register to walk when you stumble out of your room and into the bathroom. You sit in front of the mirror for about ten minutes, throat dry and head pounding. You don't remember going to sleep or going to bed in general. Your mind tries to replay the events of the night prior, but everything is hazy after Jungkook comes with the arrangment of roses. 

Within the next hour, you've managed to shower and freshen up. You hear a buzzing noise coming from the sitting room. You've left your phone on the coffee table. It buzzes non-stop, an array of notifications coming through. You hum and unlock your phone, your eyes reading the notifications from various news outlets. Your heart skips a beat as you open one - a video sounds. 

"Late last night the body of Chung Ji-Ho was found. The man was brutually murdered and stabbed over 100 times." you release a gasp, your hand slapping against your mouth. "Law Enforecemnt believes it is the work of mysterious vigilante, Yeomna. A series of murders spancing the last years has occured, all by the same vigilante claiming to cleanse the nation of evil. It has left everyone baffled in fear of who could be next."

You drop your phone in your lap, breathing going heavy. The reporter's voice died down within the background of your mind.

Ji-Ho was dead.

Chung Ji-Ho, the man who raped your sister and got away with it was dead. He was murdered by Yeomna - the same mysterious vigilante who had murdered a dozen other criminals who were sent free. Of course, it could've been a coincidence. But, who else would kill such a high profile man? The Chung family came from wealth and only someone such as Yeomna could get close enough in doing so. 

You release a laugh. Then another. Now you're laughing with glee and joy at the news of Ji-Ho's death. The old you would never laugh at one's death, yet this wasn't one of those cases. Ji-Ho had ruined your life. Your sister was dead because of him - and now so was he.

Jungkook returns that night, bringing you the assignments from University. He orders a pizza for the two of you. He notices your change in demeanor. You're more talkative. You smile more, and it's as if you're glowing. He's content in seeing you smile and laugh with him, even when your life was growing difficult by the day. 

"Have you heard of Ji-Ho?" you asked him hours later. The pizza was long gone and the movie you put on had finished. Jungkook sits next to you, your head on his shoulder.

Jungkook shifts. "Yeah." he murmurs. "Sad. Everyone's saying it was..."

"Yeomna." you speak, finishing his words. Many people didn't like to say the name, in fear of conjuring the vigilante. You weren't one of those people. 

Jungkook licks his lips. "What do you think of it?" he ponders when you don't speak again. 

"Of Yeomna?" you ask him, your head tilting to look up at him. 

Jungkook nods. 

You hum again. You lift yourself from his shoulders and look into his eyes. "I think I love them."

Jungkook is taken aback. He tilts his head to the side at your response. 

You giggle to yourself slowly, cheeks flushing. "I mean in the same way you may love a musician." you explain. "Yeomna is the only person who does what needs to be done."

Jungkook's eyes scan your face for any hint of deception. He finds now, and now he's intrigued. "You don't think what he's doing is going against everything good?"

"Killing criminals is good." you deadpan. "Getting people like Ji-Ho off the streets makes Yeomna like...a God."

Jungkook's eyes are glinting again, you note. You aren't sure why, but you don't dwell on it. You hoped you didn't sound like a crazy fanatic to him - he was becoming the only friend you had in your life. Your sister gone and having no parents to fall back upon was enough to make anyone go mad. 

When Jungkook smiles at you and shakes his head, you glance away. "You're different from most, Y/N."

You've never killed someone before. No one says anything about the act of killing a person - and the aftermath afterwards. The sleepless nights and constant paranoia. The look over your shoulder every few seconds to see if the person is right behind you. The night terrors where you see the life you took be sucked from them right before your eyes.

But you told yourself you did this for a reason. You weren't yourself any longer - you were now a shell of what you once were. You had no one except Jungkook, and even he wouldn't be able to look at what you've become now. Your interest with Yeonma had only peaked; becoming an adoration and now an obsession. You didn't tell anyone - not even Jungkook - of your ways.

You recall when you heard of the dark web. It was mumblings of Yeonma being on there and murdering the people live. You weren't sure if it was true or not - but that didn't mean you couldn't check. You paid enough - too much - to make sure you wouldn't be tracked as you ventured onto the dark web. It took weeks, but you made it. And what you found was true.

You came across the masked figure of Yeonma - he wore an all white venetian mask and each video and live you were a part of, his clothing remained the same. An all black tight fitted shirt with the same dark pants. You could see the wavy dark hair he had. His voice when he spoke was what entranced you - it was deep and smooth, yet you questioned if it was truly his own. What you came to notice was the tattoos that inked his skin, nothing standing out as of yet.

You watched the disturbing videos of Yeomna torturing and soon killing the criminals - all men of various brings you great joy and satisfaction - as ominus as it may sound. However, all of these men were criminals and you refused to feel sympathy for them. What catches your eyes is an old video - the live stream of the same night Ji-Ho died. You don't feel anything when you see the man tied and screaming for his life. It brings nothing but joy. What catches your eyes is the gold band around Yeomna's wrist that you swore you've seen before.

Within the next week, the news of the fallen police officer catches everyone in a frenzy. The reporters had insight of the letter left behind - and they knew that whoever killed the officer was not Yeomna, but a supporter of his. You left behind the note - a coded note that surely only someone calculated would understand. It was shown across news stations, but yet and still - no one could deciper it.

You were patient when it came to Yeomna. You had no reason to kill anyone else unless it was to send out another letter for him. This was the only way you'd get in contact with Yeomna - to thank him personally for avenging your sister's death. Maybe the idea was ludicris and could get you in serious shit - but you had no care in the world. It's a plan you've come up with after witnessing the man kill the amount of criminals in the act of justice.

When weeks pass and there's no sign of Yeomna, you grow restless. You're pondering if you have to get rid of another officer, but decide that it would be useless to send out another letter when you know he's seen the first. The streets are now more strict - a curfew is set for 9 pm every night and everyone caught out without a written permission is issued a fine.

You decided that your chance now would be to search now for any updates via the dark web. To your surprise - he was alive. You saw nothing but the man walking through a wooden area, the outside area dark. He didn't show his masked face like he usually did but instead showed himself walking, his feet tapping against the ground.

You hear a loud bang on your front door. Your eye brows furrow as the banging got intense. You make your way from your room, poking your head out to see just who in the hell it could be.

"Open the door, Y/N!" the banging gets louder.

You gulp at the voice. It was Jae-ho.

"What do you want?" you call from the other side of the door.

"Open the door." Jae-Ho demands. "I know you're the one who killed my brother."

He sounds hurt, but you can't bring yourself to care.

"I know it had to be you. Ji-Ho was innocent!" Jae-Ho was screaming now. Surely your neighbnors would be concerned for a screaming man past cerfew.

You opened the door slightly to look Jae-Ho in the eye. He appeared tipsy, eyes blood shot and red. "Your brother was nothing but a rapist that got what he deserved." you spat at him, and before you can force your door closed he kicks it in.

You fall on the ground roughly, scraping your elbow against the carpet. You yelp, glaring up at him. Jae-Ho hovers above you and you send a kick his way when he comes too close. "Get the hell out!" you hiss at him, hands clenching into fists.

Before Jae-Ho can respond, he feels a sharp pain erupt through his temple. He's thrown to his knee's and behind him he hears the door slam shut.

You release a sudden shout at the blood pooling out of Jae-Ho's head. You're then stunned when the masked intruder takes the same knife to slice a deep cut along Jae-Hae's throat. The blood squirts out, splashing in your face menacingly. You release a few gags and gasps, trying to wipe the blood from your face. Your eyes flutter to the familiar masked man. The white venetian mask staring down at you. You inch away, heart thumbing. You notice he's holding a camera in his hands - probably the same camera he is live streaming with now.

You're quiet when he drops the camera by your feet. You are unsure of what to say. Jae-Ho is bleeding all over your foyer as we speak and you're in the presence of a serial killer.

"Thank you." you murmur, unsure what you were thanking him for.

The masked man saunters to you, His glove hand wraps around your throat, but he doesn't squeeze it. You're ultimately frozen before him, far too stunned to move a muscle. Your eyes trail down to his feet, the large combact boots he wore were as familiar as the gold braclet he wore.

"Jungkook." you say his name. The man squeezes your neck at the sound of it, but it doesn't startle you. "Why didn't you tell me it was you?"

You watch as Jungkook takes his hand from your neck to lift the mask. His eyes stares into you, examining your reaction before he speaks. "And tell you what?" he murmurs.

You lick your lips. There was something about Jungkook that changed - maybe the lip ring he recently added not long ago. But now you seen him in a new light.

"You listened to me say how much I loved you for killing Ji-Ho." you advert your eyes away from him. You were growing embarrassed. "And you never told me you were..."

"Yeomna." Jungkook tilts his head. He brings the knife to your neck. He wasn't going to hurt you - he never would. But he desired to see your reaction to the new found information. When you don't look the least bit worried, he snickers. "Maybe I enjoyed listening to you go on and on about how much you adored what I do." Jungkook trails the blood stained knife along your collarbone. "You were devoted to me without realizing it was me."

You hum a response.

"It's quite funny if you think about it, Y/N." Jungkook peeks into your eyes. "You killed to get my attention. But you've already had it this entire time."

Jungkook drops the knife besides you and again wraps his hands around your throat. He's rougher now. He engulfs you in a kiss, not caring your face was nearly covered in blood.

Jungkook moans when he disconnects your lips. "You're so devoted to me, aren't you?"

You nod your head as if in a trance.

"Tell me. You have my attention now. What did you want from me, Y/N?"

"I wanted to thank you." you murmur against him. "For killing Ji-Ho."

Jungkook hums. "And you aren't scared of me?" he ponders. You shake your heart frantically. "I see. What makes you think I wouldn't kill you?"

"You would've already." was the response that makes Jungkook smile at you. Because you were correct.

Jungkook knows he chose the right person to be his - and he found that in you. The amount of times he had to sit through you speaking of Yeomna without knowing it was him was priceless. You were a fanatic, completely obsessed. You were biting your tongue around him to not sound utterly entrance with him.

"I want you to get up." Jungkook demands, leaning up as you stand to your feet. "And take off your clothes."

You do as you're told. Jungkook being Yeomna - though you had your suspicion for a bit - made you want to do nothing but obey him. In your eyes, he was a deity. You've grown obsessed with the idea of Yeomna that him being Jungkook - someone who's grown to be your best friend over time - was something you were grateful for. One you stand fully nude for him, Jungkook smirks at you.

"Get on your knees." you once again follow the order. Your eyes watch as he undoes his pants and pushes them down. You don't wait for him to tell you. As soon as you see his cock spring out, your tongue is rolling against the tip of it. You moan, eyes fluttering close. The sudden need to please him is great. You suck and pump his cocks, his moans and grunts feeding you the satisfaction you needed in knowing you were pleasing him.

Jungkook's eyes turns towards the camera on the floor. The show you were putting on for his viewers - the same viewers who were as sick and twisted as you - was amazing. Tangling his hand into your hair, he thrusts deep into your throat. You gag, but refuse to allow him to stop. You were in bliss, tears streaming down your cheeks and all. His moans were enough enjoyment for you.

Jungkook watches the way you take him so heavenly, the saliva dripping down your chin to the tears rolling down your face. The blood had since dried, but you never appeared so beautiful - and demented - for him. He was glad he would have this moment saved forever with the camera rolling.

Jungkook removes himself from your lips and sends a slap upon your face. "Get up." he hisses, grabbing you by your hair and forcing you to stand. He kisses your lips before forcing you down to the ground once more. He's behind you, hand tangled into your hair. "Look at the camera. Wave to all of our fans."

You're so caught in your trance that it is Jungkook that you don't find this new information alarming. Neither of you are wearing a mask, and surely you'd be caught dead if this got to the wrong hands - especially the police. The blood on your face and the dead body in the background was enough to be jailed.

You wave to the camera. Jungkook chuckles darkly. He positions himself at your hole. "I'm going to show everyone how I fuck whores like you." he spats, thrusting deep inside of you.

You gasp, clenching around him. He gave you no time to prepare for him - but you didn't need it. You were already wet enough for him.

Jungkook yanks your head back as he fucks you. His eyes are filled with lust, as are yours. Your breast are bouncing in the camera as he fucks you - he can't wait to go back and rewatch it.

"This isn't just any common whore." Jungkook speaks, his abdomen buckling into you at such an amazing speed. "She's my whore that belongs to me. Isn't that right, Y/N?"

You nod your head, stomach churning.

"I said," Jungkook increases the pace. He slams your head down to the floor close to the camera. "aren't you my whore? Don't be shy now, baby. Tell them."

"I am!" you huff, eyes clenched shut. You've never been fucked this good. Jungkook was animalistic. Your infuriation with the man doesn't help. "I'm your whore."

Jungkook chuckles. You feel his hand remove itself from your hair and soon he slaps you roughly across the face. It does nothing but you cum. You're leaking onto the floor now, much to Jungkook's surprise (and enjoyment). "Whore's like her love to be fucked." he hisses, his own high coming. He could fuck you all night if you'd let him - and you would.

You're unable to speak and could only release hushed whimpers. Jungkook was overstimulating you and before you know it, you're cumming all over again. It hits you intensely. So bad that your eyes are rolling back and your mouth is agape.

Jungkook removes himself from you. He shoves you back and turns you around. He cums on your face, rubbing it in fully so you (and the viewers) know just who you belong to.

You fall to the ground in exhaustion. You could feel how wet you still are from the juices dripping down your leg. You don't care, however.

Jungkook grabs his camera and shuts it off. He turns towards you and clicks his tongue. "You're so beautiful, Y/N." he marvels at the sight of you. He wraps both arms around you and lifts you up. He makes his way to your room and places you onto the bed. He manages to clean your face a bit before tucking you beneath the covers.

"Where are you going?" you mumble out a response as your eyes adjust.

"I have to get rid of Jae-Ho's body." Jungkook says.

"Can't you do that later?"

Jungkook sighs. He may be a serial killer (he prefers the term vigilante) but he was still a man with a heart. He couldn't leave you, not when you appeared so needy for him. "I suppose I can do it later." he says, removing the combact boots and coming beneath the covers with you.

Part 2 (Lethal Lovers)

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Not me asking chatgpt to write the serial killer prompt in the style of J.R.R. Tolkien... and the chat bot delivering 😂

In the land of Jeon, there was a young boy named Jungkook. He was born into a family that was torn apart by strife and conflict, and at a young age, he was forced to wander the streets alone. It was a hard life for a child, but Jungkook was tough and resilient. He learned how to survive in the harsh world of men, and he found companionship with a band of street urchins.

As he grew older, Jungkook's wanderings took him further afield. He traveled to distant lands and learned many things along the way. He became a skilled fighter, a master of the blade, and an expert in the art of stealth. But despite his many accomplishments, there was a darkness that dwelt within him, a shadow that grew stronger with each passing day.

Jungkook tried to resist the darkness, but it was a losing battle. Eventually, he gave in to his darker impulses and turned to a life of crime. He became a notorious criminal, feared and respected by all who knew him. But his crimes did not stop at theft and violence. There was a darkness within him that drove him to more sinister acts, acts that would make even the most hardened criminal blanch with horror.

And so it was that the shadow within Jungkook grew stronger, until it consumed him entirely. He became a monster, a yandere who would stop at nothing to get what he wanted. His victims were many, and each one was chosen for a specific reason. They had all, in some way, slighted him or crossed him. And for that, they had to die.

But even as Jungkook's dark deeds spread fear and terror throughout the land, there were those who would not be cowed. Chief among them was a brave detective named Kim Taehyung. He swore to bring Jungkook to justice, no matter the cost. And so began a deadly game of cat and mouse, a battle of wills between two men who were destined to collide in a final, cataclysmic confrontation.

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jungkook | cat got your tongue? by @jessikahathaway - [18.1k]

jungkook | set on you by @bymoodchild - [18.1k]

jungkook | lonely hearts club by @joonbird - [18k]

jungkook | 1999 by @tattookoo - [17.9k]

jungkook | scattered stars by @taegularities - [17.9k]

jungkook | one way or another (two parts) by @explicit-tae - [16.9k]

↳ genuinely and truly speechless… i felt like i was watching a movie the whole time. JAW DROPPING.

↳ update: upon further review, this is currently my favorite story that i’ve ever read. that’s all.

jungkook | paint me naked by @gimmethatagustd - [16k]

jungkook | lemon sherbet by @extravaguk - [15k]

jungkook | the reaper by @deepdarkdelights - [14.6k]

jungkook | watermelon sugar by @shuadotcom - [14.2k]

jungkook | starboy by @sugaxjpg - [14.2k]

jungkook | close the distance by @hearts4joon - [13.5k]

jungkook | denial by @girlygguk - [12.5k]

jungkook | sweet serial killer (two parts) by @explicit-tae - [12.2k]

jungkook | the spins by @here2bbtstrash - [10.3k]

jungkook | blush by @jhsbrat - [9.8k]

jungkook | play pretend by @seokoloqy - [8.6k]

jungkook | anpanman by @honeymoonjin - [6.6k]

jungkook | best friends! by @trivia-yandere - [6.1k]

last updated: 12/26/23 ✿

[aft3rhrs]

Do you have any blog or fic recs for yandere or mafia BTS? You’ve got me obsessed now!

ily! 💗 and yes, in no particular order bc they're all from my reading lists:

@pynkgothicka — yandere ♡⃝ㅤgangsters ෆ, rockstars, scorned lovers

@aajjks — yandere ♡⃝ㅤemperors, bullies, hybrids, sugar daddies, horror movie aus (jungkook centric)

@jeonggukieverse — yandere ♡⃝ㅤthrillers, mind games, mafia ෆ (jungkook centric)

@taetaecherub — yandere ♡⃝ㅤbullies, stalkers, sweet boyfriends

@yoongsisbae — yandere ♡⃝ㅤlover jungkook, seven days a week and the fantasy

@luv-gukkie — yandere ♡⃝ doctors, stalkers, kidnappers, mafia ෆ

@kooktrash — yandere ♡⃝ coworker taehyung & boyfriend jungkook

@silv3rswirls — yandere ♡⃝ㅤstepbrothers, werewolves, serial killers

@sxtaep — yandere ♡⃝ㅤdance teacher hobi

@themochiverse — yandere ♡⃝ㅤmonster namjoon

@deepdarkdelights — yandere ♡⃝ㅤmonsters, ghosts, cults

here's a list of darker themed blogs if you're interested in dead dove content. enjoy! 🫂

[fics-lovebot]

jungkook recs

main masterlist

pls remember to reblog if you like any of my recs❤️

e.r means established relationship

disclaimer: if you came back to read that one fic you liked but can´t find it, its bc the link wasn´t working anymore so I deleted it :/

yandere / mafia / bad boy

bloody love - smutty, king jk, evil jk, obsessed jk, posessive jk, blood thirsty jk like fr, he honestly loves bathing in the blood of those who did him wrong in his eyes, reader is lgb. this is an on going series but I´LL BE DAMNED IF IT ISN´T THE BEST THING I´VE READ in a minute!!, the writing its so captivating, not a single dull or boring moment, i can´t wait for the next part tbh

romantic dreams - yandere!jungkook, tattoo artist jk, boxer!jk, UGHH ITS GOODDD, he´s so toxic frfr, namjoon is sick of his ass lmao, totally obsessed with reader, jealous and possesive af, he´s crazy sdlfjs but i´m into it

toxic noona - yandere!noona, toxic controling relationship, jk is a victim, he´d rather die than leave, reader likes to make him cry, manipulation

crafting new memories - yandere!jk FR, stockholm syndrome, jk kiddnaped reader and fucks her while making her watch herself on the news,,,her own missing sign

twin flame bruise - twin!jk, jeon jeongguk and jeon jungkook, they look the same but are opposites, the one thing they have in common is you. it´s an on going series but I like how the plot is vvv different from what we´re used to

yours insanely - yandere!jk, serial killer jk, detective!reader, he kills women who look like you

darknet - yandere!jk, the internet is scary, human trafficking, jk is scary dangerous, it´s a LOT, just wow

who is in control? - yandere-ish, lawyer!jk, posessive jk, obsessive jk, toxic relationship, stalking, manipulation, secret relationship, he´s cray-cray

hybrid au / soulmate au / super hero au / alien au

his bunny - smut, fluff, bunny hybrid reader, fem reader, clingy reader

bunnytalk - bunny hybrid jk, owner reader, jk is a sad bunny bc reader won´t return his feelings but it´s all just a misunderstanding

night vision - e.r, alien!jk, suggestive, lowkey smut, bunny hybrid reader, jk has tentacles ,,,,,nothing else to say, flirty fluffy jk, this is dIFFERENTTTT i love it

closer - smut, step siblings au, noona reader, yandere!jk, jk is obsessed with him older step sister, WHEWWW this is intense, very detailed, loved it

slice of life / university au / idol jk

soju - fluff, shy baby hubby jk, reader cooks him his fav meal and he basically looks at her with heart eyes, i love it

you make him go crazy - fluff, idol!jk, slight angst, multiple scenarios, reader is constantly making him go nuts, he is STRESSED lmao, it´s cute anyways, reader is kind of a careless brat but jk wouldn´t have it any other way

you wear his clothes - fluff, thing is...HE gives you his clothes, he´s so boyfriendd

all my fault - angst, fluffy end, hubby jk, in which you pass out after an argument and find him crying when you wake up

call me soon - summer break up, strangers to fwb to lovers, obsessed jk

screw up; over wine - finance major jk x model!reader, first date drabble, he is really into reader so he takes her to a fancy pricey wine and dine but guess wHAT.. he is broke lmao so he straight up PANICS, lowkey highkey secondhand embarrasment but it´s jk so it ends in a cute way

kiss me better -angst, jerk jk, mean jk, misunderstanding, manhandling, he is crying bc he assumed she was cheating but he was sooo wrong, now he is begging, crying, throwing up,,, they make up anyways, its angsty in a satisfying way

you´re leaving me - angst af, hubby!jk, daddy!jk, he found divorce papers after an argument and thought the worse, he starts going crrrazy but as always, it´s a happy ending

snowball - fluff, angst, crack, implied E2L, flashback from their college days. this is part of an upcoming series, and I already love it bc wdym it was lovE at first sight?? galaxy in his eyes, artsy space love talks, fireworks exploding in his chest bc ur giggles are his fav soundddd and everything?? I am HERE for it. he lit spaces out, brain dead, no other thoughts but youyouyou and your pretty self

you´re sleepy but you promised you´d go grocery shopping with him - e.r, its cuteeeee

movie night monday -fluff, e.r, he is impatient lmao, clingy cuddly loving fluffy jk

couple questions with vogue - fluff, e.r, idol!jk, supermodel!reader, I LOVE THISSSS, he is the best boyfriend/fiancé soon to be hubby EVER UGHHHH its so cute

devoted to trouble - fluff, lil angst, smut, comedy, spiderman!jk au inspired by seven??? a masterpiecE. the world finds out he is spiderman but he dgaf bc he only cares about you, #pininggg, reader playing hard to get, man i love tHIS

show you what devotion is - boxer!jk, ballerina!reader, fluff, angst. you´re like his safe place, it´s giving exes to wannabe lovers, they deff like each other and jk wants to eat her uP but he´s wants it to be romantic and stuff, idk idk I liked itttt

you surprise him for his birthday - he´s so boyfriendddddd, this is so wholesome and cute

he can´t sleep bc he loves you so much - now THIS makes me want to drink bleach and die bc of how cute it is, THEY ARE SO IN LOVEEEE, there´s a lot of giggling, a lot of praising, a lot of disgustingly sweet loving talk after sex :´)))))) its such a good read i promise

fighting heart - boxer!jk, fluff, angst, he´s so stressed sldfkj, reader gets in a small accident and jk went crazy when a nurse answered your phone

make a wish - fluff, little smut, best friends to lovers, reader is so sweet, birthday surprise, jk shoots his shot, he only wants to spend his birthday with you

daft pretty boy - basketball cap!jk, classmates to lovers ig, see he´s smart but when he´s with you he gets nervous and forgets how to exist, he lowkey confesses and he´s sraightforward with itt, he´s got a hUGE crush on you lmao

ride - strangers to lovers, fluff, angst, jk is a fucc boy on campus, reader has tattoos and rides the coolest bike, jk has an instant crush, love at firts sight i would say, got him blushing and sweating lmao, this is an on going series but I KNOW it´ll be gREAT, I love it already

in your arms - e.r, fluff, smut, morning secs, waking up by his side for the first time after moving in

encore - game designer!jk, he is cool af, has a fat crush on reader, this is just the teaser of the fic but I really like it

crave you - idol!jk, crack, smut, fluff, hispanic choreographer reader, texting, taejikook, jk is HORNY but he´s a softie too, he´s got a big big fat crush, strenght kink bc we all know he can throw her around like a ragdoll

pretty girl - smut, tattoo artist!jk, chubby reader, THIS IS ITTTTT, he´s tall, dark and handsome, flirty af too, "pretty girl" stFUUUU, they both want to fuck so he shoots his shot at the tattoo appointment

easy - angsty, fuckboy jk, bet!trope, jk plays you so he can get his rent paid, i read this one a lawwngg time ago and decided i was an angst loving hoe

Inevitable - angst, fluff, smut, lovers to exes to lovers, baseball player!jk, dad!jk, parents au, you break up with jk years ago after you got pregnant bc you wanted him to follow his dreams and now he´s back home just to find out there´s a boy who looks just like him.. this is a masterpiece, honestly one of THEE best jk series out there, it has it all fr, the angst is angsty and the fluff is FLUFFY, i love it sm i´ve read it 3 times and never get tired of it

finish line -fluff, nerdy!jk, racer!jki loooooveee itttttt, so cute, so fluffy, this blurb uGHHHHH, just read the whole thing pls

ungodly hour - crack, smut, fluff, college au, broke college student!reader, lowkey slutty!reader, jk is thirsstttyyyyy, simping atp, "who´s dick do i have to suck for a hulu account?" this series is honestly so funny ksjakskjs

ceo au / sugardaddy au / rich bf au / coworker au

Over The Odds | The Confession - ceo jk, sugardaddy jk, jealous bf jk, sugar baby reader, he gets mad and yells bc he is lowkey insecure of her ex but reader is equaly in love. this is a series

wrong time - smut, angst, dilf!jk, ceo!jk, exes to lovers, workaholic as a scape mechanism, the one that got away type of stuff but she broke things up first for valid reasons, big big heartache but she´s still the love of his life

don´t blame me - sugar daddy!jk, ceo!jk, soft yan!jk, obsessive!jk, student!reader, unhealthy behavior on his part, manipulative behavior on her part, jealousy on both parts, he goes a lil too far but reader is bitchy and annoying, he lit gives her everythinggg she asks for, the man is..creazy about her in a very unhealthy way and she takes advantage of that, toxicc

failed quickie - cowerker jk, suggestive, they´re about to fucc on an elevator but it didn´t work, he likes his hair pulled!!1!

someone older -smut, ceo jk, divorced jk, 30 something yo jk, taehyung has a kid, younger oc, its a nice read, would do it again

break up au / cheating au / fuckboy au

night after night - smut, angst, crack, fluff, semi-retired fuckboy jk, red flag jk, stalker jk, break up au, lovers to exes to lovers, he fucked around and found out so he is FREAKING ouT, also he is beggING okk.. we love that, he also has a Harley bc he is bad boy™, they make up anyways bc he is pussy whipped.. or in love, whatevs you wanna call it

seven plus one - smut, angst, they break up for like a week and that shit got him SIMPING fr, standing under the rain begging and stuff, the man is obsessed, we love it

what could've been - smut, angst, rockstar jk, fuckboy jk, ex gf oc, he breaks her heart then leaves to become world famouse, the sees her again, they fuck, he wants to get back together bc he´s still in love but she does´t want him like that

pwp / fwb

woof, woof, woof - smut, angsty, kinda E2L, jealousy, toxic relationship, teasing , unprotected sex

you good?? - drabble, smut, "what if you gave jungkook head?" is righT bc i´ve been thinking about it for a min!!! he is mean ok yall know he is a brat buT, the head is too good to do all that, the man was shaKINg for godssakeee, so good he had to answer with a thumbs up bc reader drained him fr, left him so brain dead he couldn´t even speak

afterglow - smut, fwb!jk, slight possessive!jungkook, dirty talking, degrading nicknames, but he cares ok, he´s trying to get out of the friend zone

every side of you - very pwp, he is a rough sex loverrr, he compares readers moans with angelic melodies like??? he´s so romantic like that, but also: degrading dirty talk, he is rouGH alright, straight up clingy bf after sex, sweet loving talk + cute cute aftercare, he is just pERFECT

come sit on my lap - pwp, lots of praisingg, they way this is written is good yall, "use me" , “so polite” shUT UPPPP im literally blushing, AND he is also cute at the end?? i hate it heREEEE :´)

birthday gift - honoring his 26th birthday with this masterpiece, he like to talkkkk ok?? dirty talk, degrading nicknames kinda talk, "dumb bitch" kinda talk, growling while he calls you names, i was shook fr

he has a lot of cum - boyfriend!jk, the title I- , he DOES have a lot of cum, lots of stamina, lots of everYTHING, and on toP of those small details, wdym he wants to see how many times he can cum in you before it´s too full and it starts to spill????? somebody stop this man

riding jungkook´s nose - we´ve ALLL thought about this, and if you haven´t you´re lying, periodt. pRAISINGGG, he´s in a pussy-drunk frenezy, he likes feeling used, he likes getting his hair pulled, he likes getting his face wET, it´s sickenINGGGG goreaditplease

fucking in the gym - this was inspired by that one pic of him and jimin with their back out, I SEE THE VISION, fucking with ceiling mirrors

wicked - smut, incubus!jk, big big corruption kink, lots of dirty ploting and dirty talk, yupppp this is a good one, so detailed, love me a fic that lit makes me see what i´m reading

[trivia-yandere]

trivia-yandere halloween masterlist

welcome to a spooky corny masterlist. some fics posted will also be a part of the alternate universe masterlist, as well, that fits the "spooky" aspect.

warning: will contain smut, non-con/rape, dub-con, violence, etc - warnings will be set in each fic uploaded. please read the warnings before continuing

2024 - to be announced...

divine intervention - (taehyung) - you'll do anything to have your own baby one day - even to go against your morals and allow a wiccan to help you. completed 10.01

the beast of busan - (jungkook) - you’re the only reporter who wasn't scared of documenting the valentine's day crimes of jeon jungkook - a notorious serial killer known as the beast of busan. completed 10.07

phantasm - (hoseok)

autumn of terror - (seokjin) the small town of oakville is being taken over by a serial killer who goes by "the ripper" you, an out of town detective, team up with head detective of oakville, kim seokjin, to take down the ripper. completed 10.04

survival - (jimin) you apply to a dating-show in hopes of winning enough money so you and your sister can live comfortably. completed 10.09

red pill - (hoseok/namjoon)

sentient - (namjoon)

smoke & mirrors - (yoongi)

2023

two sentence horror story (jin) - it's been nearly five years since you last saw seokjin completed [will be released 10/01}

fertile (taehyung) during an annual camping trip with your parents, you venture off deep into the woods and find a man chained to a tree. completed {will be released 10/06}

moral dilemma (hoseok) - your morality is tested at a monthly family dinner that gets interrupted by two masked men. completed {will be released 10/08}

test your morality (jungkook) - jungkook's morality is tested when he's woken from his unconscious state to find you - his best friend - bound before him. completed {will be released 10/09}

metamorphosis (jungkook) - in which you encounter someone in the middle of the night seemingly hurt. much to your luck, you were wrong. completed {will be released 10/13) PART 2

word is bond (jimin) - in order to save your kingdom from perishing, you agree to give your body to the demon king. completed {will be released 10/17}

[bonbonchocolates]

Clown

Yandere Jungkook x Reader

Summary: When the past comes back.....

Warnings: yandere jungkook, stalking, mentions of death (of minor characters), obsessive behaviour

A/N: Again originally from my Wattpad account. I hope you like it and if you did please leave a like.

Masterlist

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"Kookie"

A nine year old ran towards her best friend and engulfed him into a hug. Her friend hugged her back with a smile on her face.

"Doll, I wanted to tell you something."

These words of the boy grabbed the girls attention. She looked up towards her friend with eyes filled with curiosity. The boy was almost a feet taller than her since he was older than her.

"I like you very much doll. I thought rich people were arrogant and selfish but it all changed when I met you. Doll, will stay with me forever? Will you be my wife in the future?"

The girl didn't take a single word of the boy seriously. She was too small and dumb to understand what he meant.

"Kook-"

Before the girl could speak further her mother grabbed her and pulled her away from the boy. She then slapped the boy which made the boy's face turn to the side.

"How dare you touch my daughter? You low class peasant, stay at your limits. Don't forget that your father is a clown in a circus and your mother is a maid at our house. How can you even think that my daughter will ever marry you?"

The little girl stared at her mother, confusion was written all over her face. She than turn towards her friend and found that his eyes were filled with tears. She felt a pang in her heart. She tried to escape her mother's hold and run towards her friend and hug him but her mother tightened her hold on her arm.

"I'll fire your mother from her work and you, don't ever show your face to my daughter ever again."

With that she dragged her daughter with her. The boy just stared at both of them. Unknowingly a drop of tear escaped his eyes. He felt humiliated and didn't want to stay there any longer. So he ran away from there and promised to never return back ever again.

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"Mom please don't leave me."

A thirteen year old boy cried holding his death mother's hand with his. His mother committed suicide because she was humiliated and fired from her job. The boy tried to call his father but he didn't pick up the call.

This evening after he came back home he found his mother dead, lying in her own pool of blood. A blade lay beside her dead body. His heart broke when he saw his mother in such a condition. He refused to believe his mother is no longer with him and kept calling his mother in hope that she might listen to him and wake up.

He even tried calling his dad but he didn't pick up the call. He knew the reason why his mother committed suicide. His mother was the only earner in their house. His father spent all his money on alcohol. After his mother lost her job now no one was there to earn and she couldn't handle the shock and took such a big step.

After a few minutes of crying he finally stopped. Now his eyes were filled with the desire of revenge instead of tears. He decided that he will take his revenge from the ones who are responsible for his mother's death. He then started to laugh like a crazy person.

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8 years later:

"Y/Niee did you hear about the murder in the circus?"

Your friend asked you and you nodded your head. How could you not know about it? Right now it was the hot topic of your town. You lived in a small town and it was quite peaceful here until day before yesterday. A clown was murdered brutally in the circus. Even his face could not be identified.

"Yes I know"

"We need to be careful Y/Niee, what if the killer comes after us next?"

"Why will the killer even come after us?"

You asked, at your friend's silly question. Why will the killer come after you? He is not a serial killer right? Maybe he had an enemity with the clown. You never harmed a single insect in your life so why will a killer be after you?

"I know but we never know."

You just shrugged off her words and continued eating.

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Later that evening you were coming back home after your outing with your friends. The street was empty and there were only few cars in the road. You were walking when a orange coloured balloon came towards you and hit you on your face.

You were about to let it go when you noticed something was written in the balloon. You grabbed the string and found that there was a 'Miss Me?' written in the balloon with red ink. You just ignored it and let the balloon go.

You usually took the alley to reach your home because it was a shortcut but today you decided to go from the main road. You looked at the dark alley and it gave you goosebumps so you thought it was better to take the long way today.

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Unknown POV:

I was secretly keeping my eyes on my doll to make sure nothing happens to her. Though I hate her parents but I cannot hate her because I love her too much. Last time when I saw her she was only nine years old and look at her now all grown woman.

I blew the balloon I was holding towards her. My heart jumped a bit when she grabbed the balloon and read what I had specially written for her. My heart dropped when she ignored and continued walking towards her home.

Suddenly my eyes fell on someone behind her, it was a boy probably my age. At first it all looked normal but then I saw the but kept following her. Now I understood his motives. My doll had no idea about it. I clenched my fist in anger .

How did he look at my doll that way? No one is allowed to look at what's mine. Don't worry doll I will get rid of him.

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"Y/Niee did you he-"

"Yes I heard."

Another murder in your town and this time it was a college boy. He was murdered in the same way as the clown. So people assumed it was the same killer. The most shocking thing was that the boy's dead body was found in the same alley through which you would take a short cut to your house. Even the time of the murder was estimated to be in the same time when you were on your way home.

You thanked God that you did not take the alley or you might be in place of the boy right now. You decided to never take that alley ever again and never to head home late at night.

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Time Skip:

A month passed and now your peaceful town turned dreadful. Everyday there was a murder and still now the police were not able to catch hold of the killer. Though they were sure of the thing that all the murders were linked to each other. The police also suggested that a clown was the killer because a clown was spotted in the cctv cameras where the murders took place but still they were not able to catch him.

First the people who were murdered were totally unknown to you but recently a lot of people murdered were known to you. For example the bullys of your school who used to often bully you, the maid who steal your money and that creepy man who followed you a few months ago. Oh you forgot one the math teacher of your school who looked at you badly.

You were quite scared to get out of your house nowadays. Your parents were out on a business trip and you had to stay in the big mansion of yours all alone. You were totally freaked out.

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Unknown POV:

Finally I got rid of my doll's parents, they were the reason why I lost my mother. Now I got my revenge. I know if my doll gets to know about her parents death she will break down. But no worries she has me.

No one can come between me and my doll now. She is finally mine. Be ready doll I am coming for you.

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It was quite late night and your parents are still not home. You are getting worried for them. They promised to come back home by today morning but they were still not home yet.

You thought of all the possibilities of the killer- no you should think positive. Nothing will happen to your parents. You tried calling your parents once again but this time it was switched off. Before you tried calling them and they were not picking up the call and it was switched off.

Suddenly you saw a pink coloured balloon coming towards you. You grabbed it and saw it there was a 'Miss Me?' written with red ink on it just like the balloon you found that day. Just then another white coloured balloon came towards you.

This time 'Doll' was written in it. After that a bunch of balloon came towards you. Some had 'Miss Me?' and others had 'Doll' written on them. You were completely freaked out by now.

You couldn't understand from where all these balloons were coming from. You were sure you locked all the doors and windows of your mansion or maybe you forgot.

Doll- why does the nickname sound so familiar to you? It feels like someone used to call you with this nickname but who? Wait- Kookie

"Miss me, Doll?"

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[redsaurrce]

SEVENTH

SYNOPSIS: Where Jungkook is more than just somebody's fianće.

PAIRING: YANDERE SERIALKILLER!JUNGKOOK x DETECTIVE COP!FEM READER

GENRE: SMUT (minors DNI), Crime and thriller au, wedding planner au

WORD COUNT: 5.1K

WARNINGS:Mature content, YANDERE and OBSESSIVE themes, Profanity, kissing, mentions of gun, cheating, breast play, grinding, cuming, this time we gonna use ice at forbidden places cuz I'm mentally fucked up

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MA-RR-Y-ME-LO-VE

You breathed the words as you read it in sequence with your nails piercing the skin of your palm.

It was the sixth murder in a row. Each one was a woman in her twenties, shocking similarities was that they were all going to be married soon. But what was even more shocking were the letters engraved in the skin of their ring finger.

First woman had - MA

Second woman had- RR

And this went on till MARRY ME.. you thought that the psychopath behind the murders wanted to have these woman as his love interest or something so you tried to dig in the profiles of the victims.

You didn't know whether to call it unfortunate or rather fortunate that there were no people in their lives to track down to one common person.

You grabbed your forehead as you sighed, you thought the killer was done after writing MARRY ME by killing three women but you were wrong.

Another two murders added the word LO-VE in the sequence and this time one thing came out in common. The wedding planner-- the last two victims had their wedding planned under the same wedding event organizers- The Sierras.

"Mam we should bring The Sierras owner to question them." You turned your head towards your junior police officer who said it, Dino.

You clicked your tongue as you shook your head, "that won't be fruitful, no serial killer would kill his customers inside his own shop."

Officer Wen Junhui, your colleague in ranking clicked his pen on table and started scribbling on his notepad, he said "Y/N is right. There's high chance The Sierras have been targeted for us to think the way Dino thought while the serial killer is on the loose."

"Then, our every operation is failing. People are scared to even marry now. If this continues, a rampage will occur soon with police of other divisions to suffer even more." Officer Ryujin reasoned.

You nodded and paused for thinking a bit more.

After a moment you shot your head up, "I'll go undercover." You said and looked at everyone's faces. They were caught off guard with your suggestion but then again when every trick failed, your last resort was to go undercover to face the criminal head on.

Officer Ryujin raised her eyebrows, "What are you thinking officer Y/N?"

You looked at her with a confident smile, "Let's catch the serial killer before he kills anymore. Operation Six Lives!"

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You took a job in The Sierras under the disguise of a wedding planner, it was normal for any work place to not disclose their client's information or only share limited information. So far the killer has only left only one lead, the Sierras.. there was a 50-50 chance that if the killer does plan on killing more, the victim might be from here.

It was better to give your shot at this single clue rather than just sit and think. 3 women in their twenties have contacted The Sierras for their marriage arrangement this month.

1. Ahn Se-jeong (bride) and Lee In-woo (groom)

2. Kim Ri-ha (bride) and Jeon Jungkook (groom)

3. Yoo Nam-ra (bride) and Kang Ji-ho (groom)

You immediately had the police look out for these three women to monitor and keep them under surveillance.

Inside the workplace you were assigned as the wedding planner of the 2nd pair of client, Ri-ha and Jungkook, they were coming to decide the venue and today you were going to meet them for the first time.

When they finally arrived, you fixed your skirt and collar a little, if you were going to pretend to be a wedding planner, you were going to do it properly.

You put on a friendly smile as the love birds stepped inside with their arms interlocked.

"Welcome in Mr. Jeon and Ms. Kim. I'm Seung Y/N and will be your wedding planner." You cooed.

Jungkook scanned you from top to bottom before removing Ri-ha's arm to step forward and offer a handshake to you. You shook his hand as an act of agreement and proceeded to shake hands with Ri-ha.

They both sat on the sofa across you as you laid down the catalogue of venues and marriage destinations on the glass table.

While both of them flipped the pages, you were carefully observing them, none of them looked quite satisfied. But after a moment Ri-ha's eyes lit up at a certain page so she was going to place forth her choice, "How about Pa--"

"What do you think Y/N? Where should we marry?" Jungkook cut her off.

You blinked, this is not how it was supposed to go, "Uh.. Ms.Kim has a place in her mind." You looked at Ri-ha.

Jungkook smiled softly, "I meant to ask you that because you are our wedding planner, I assumed you might have more expertise in choosing the best destinations. Isn't it?"

"Ah-that.. right." You nervously chuckled, "No one before has asked me for planning their wedding venue so I acted this way, I apologize... um.. you can choose Paris?" You said as you quickly glanced on the page Ri-ha had opened to mention.

Ri-ha's eyes sparkled, "Thats great! And it's alright Y/N, plus you can address me by my name, Ms.Kim sounds way too formal and also makes me feel old." You grinned, "Sure Ri-ha if that's what you want."

"How about you honey?" Ri-ha held Jungkook's arm with a loving gaze on him. Jungkook nodded with a smile, "Of course you should call me Jungkook instead." Ri-ha's pouted, "Not that- I meant about Paris."

Jungkook's eyes flickered, "Ah- i- I see." He cleared his throat to erase awkwardness in his voice, "Yeah of course."

"Alright then, we'll discuss the place with our parents, after confirming we'll contact you and will come for the dress and the jewelry next Sunday." Ri-ha said as she and Jungkook got up from the sofa.

"Sure thing." You said and accompanied them to their way out.

-

You were writing down on your notepad about the jewelry Ri-ha and Jungkook were choosing. "Babe do you like it?" Jungkook pointed at a necklace and looked at you, leaving you confused for a second then he looked at Ri-ha who looked at him after eyeing a blue stone pair of earrings.

You shook your head mentally and continued writing down their choices and prices to discuss later. Then they went on to the dressing section.

First Jungkook went and chose his clothes along with Ri-ha while you stood at the counter sending the pics of ornaments selected to Jungkook's and Ri-ha's mother separately on their respective mails.

Ri-ha came back after Jungkook went in the trial room, "Y/N, Jungkook asked for you too to see his attire, he thinks a professional knows best." She chirped.

You smiled and nodded, "Alright."

You both went into the room next to the trial room, after a moment you saw Jungkook come in wearing a black tuxedo with gray stripes and a black shirt underneath with matching black pants. Sure he looked good but that's more like he was attending someone else's wedding and not his.

He seemed to read your mind and therefore he asked, "What is it Y/N? Don't you like it?"

Ri-ha looked at you with her eyebrows raised, you cleared your throat, "it looks good but it's not fitting a wedding attire. Have you chosen any white suit? That'll look better." You placed forth your opinion.

Jungkook felt relieved at your words, "See Ri-ha, didn't I tell you she'll know what's best for me?" Yeah.. that kinda sounded a bit weird but Ri-ha didn't seem to mind it, she giggled, "Yeah yeah of course." She said playfully and gave you a big smile, you returned the gesture.

The next attire Jungkook wore was entirely white and you both couldn't help but burst into little laughter together. "Wha-what's wrong?" Jungkook was baffled.

Ri-ha said while suppressing her laughter, "If you were to stand in front of a white wall for a picture, only your face will be caught on camera." You couldn't help but a laugh a bit more and Ri-ha lightly nudged you in the arm, "Don't you agree Y/N?"

"Completely." You said while chuckling. Ri-ha liked your frank and friendly nature, while Jungkook liked it a bit more.

He sighed and smiled, "Y/N how about instead of laughing you help me out?"

You nodded, "yes I'm sorry." You said and told him what you had in mind, "You should wear a tuxedo of off white colour, a shirt of white color and the pants should be off white as well.. and.." You paused for a bit, you were suddenly reminded of the meeting you had with Ri-ha over tea two days ago in her house, she had invited you to finalize the designs and tell you more about the things she had on her mind to make her wedding grandiose.

I want the dresses to be as unique and pretty as possible. Her words played in your head.

".. and?" Ri-ha waited for your answer.

"Oh and the bow tie should be of a faint shade of peach color, I'll discuss it with the designer and make the veil of the bride match some designs of the same color." You said, even if you were originally a cop, the whole police station knew that your fashion sense was immaculate and unbeatable, even officer Jay who was known to be a walking fashion icon, would come to you on days to take your opinion.. maybe that skill was helping you out pretty well at this situation.

Ri-ha clapped her hand, "amazing! I'll try on the dress I have liked and you can go ahead and make the changes."

You smiled and nodded at her.

Ri-ha had tried on several dresses and after Jungkook took your final opinion, you went with the finalized dresses to sketch and make the changes. After few minutes you returned from the designer with a tabloid in your hand, the designer had changed the colour shades and added a bit more detail on it.

When you showed them the final sketch, Ri-ha couldn't hide her happiness, even Jungkook was amazed at what your suggestion made the sketch look like.

"Wow this is really pretty, you can go ahead with these dresses and you shall come to my home for deciding the dress of my parents for my wedding, they've taken a liking to your choices and they wanted their dress also to be stylized by you." Jungkook said with a fond smile.

Your lips took a form of a big smile, "I'm honored to have impressed your parents. I'll come with the dresses." You said.

-

When you arrived at Jungkook's house after a week, his parents treated you like their own family, they were really friendly and not stereotyped at all. You wondered how lucky Jungkook was to have such sweet parents, it was showing in his behavior as well.

You suggested that they should wear hanbok to their son's wedding and they very much liked your color preferences.

After a while when you were having casual talks with them, Jungkook came in with his phone and kept it inside his pocket. He sighed, "Ri-ha can't make it today, she has a very important meeting in the company."

Jungkook's mother looked disappointed, "That means we can't see her try this dress on today? We already made our time out of our busy schedule, who knows when we can again be free?"

Jungkook's father clicked his tongue, "This is bad- wait! Y/N can you try on the dress for us?"

Your eyes went a little wide, "Pardon sir?"

He softly chuckled as he found your dumbfounded state funny, "We just want to see how the dress looks when somebody wears it, Y/N.. you and Ri-ha don't seem too different in body proportions, isn't it honey?"

Jungkook's mother smiled wide, "You are right honey. Y/N dear please can you do us this favor?"

You shifted awkwardly in your place, "Um.. okay."

You followed Jungkook as he gestured you to follow him with the dress, you guessed that the room he welcomed in was his. "If you are wondering, this is my room." He said as he opened his cabinet. There was a narrow space joining to another room, "And this is my dressing room, you can change here." You nodded and stepped inside.

When you came out after trying it, Jungkook felt at a loss of words, he blinked a few times to snap out. When you went to the main hall where his parents were sitting, they were equally stunned, any bystander couldn't easily figure out whether they were stunned by your beauty or the dress.

"She looks perfect!" His mother said gleefully. You smiled awkwardly, "I guess the dress suits your taste mam?"

She gave out a breathy laugher, "Of course dear of course. Don't you agree with me, son?" She looked at Jungkook who couldn't utter a single word, he felt so enchanted just by looking at you as if the world only had him and you and no one else.

His father tittered, "What have you done miss Y/N, looks like my son can't speak." Jungkook snapped out of his daze and felt his breath stuck.

He gulped, "Okay Y/N we're done." He said and told you to follow him back to his room.

When after changing into your clothes you came out in his room, you saw him standing looking out of the window with arms crossed, his side profile looked gloomy and you wondered why.

"What is it Jungkook?" You raised your eyebrows in question and he slowly turned towards you.

"Y/N today Ri-ha couldn't make it, do you think she's not happy with me in any manner? That day she looked so happy about the dress, the meeting she said as an excuse could have been held later too.. I think I'm not giving her what she deserves." He looked down.

You contorted your eyebrows, "Uhm.. I don't see a reason for Ri-ha to think like that."

He shot his head up and shook his head, "You're wrong Y/N, she's got plenty of reasons to think that way, she likes people with experience, she likes people who are at the top of their games, she only knows that I'm great at communicating, great at handling our company, I only tried to show her my best side but-" he gulped, "I can't stall anymore about my experiences in bed, I don't even know who to ask help from other than you. You're the only woman I know after Ri-ha."

Your eyes went wide at the sudden revelation. He spoke so much to you in just a few words, first about Ri-ha whom he thinks doesn't like him enough, where to be honest whenever you saw them together, Ri-ha always seemed head over heels for him.

And experience in bed? Ask help? From you?

What the actual fuck?

"Excuse me?" You were shocked to say the least. His face morphed in a bit more sadder expression as if, if you said anything against his favor he might have a breakdown.

Your eyes flickered, "What do you mean?"

He took a sharp breath, "Y/N please help me, I've never slept with anyone before."

You scratched your nape, "in that case you should ask help from someone else, I'm not too good at it myself."

"That's totally fine, it's better to embarrass myself in front of a novice rather than to embarrass myself in front of a veteran." He said as if he was explaining some group project.

You shook your head, "what about Ri-ha? This is still morally wrong Jungkook."

He looked confused, "How exactly Y/N? I didn't call Ri-ha a veteran for no reason, if she could sleep with people other than me, why can't I do the same?"

You were baffled, "But it's different now Jungkook--" "It's not! It's not as long as we haven't married each other. I'm begging you Y/N, I am willing to do everything for my woman." He said while decreasing the distance in between both of you, "help me Y/N, I'll make sure to put a good word to your boss for you." He said as he captured you in between the wall and him.

Just how far were you willing to go to play pretend? To keep your job at The Sierras? Jungkook's family looked influential and you didn't know what word he might put if you didn't listen to his request. "Are you threatening me now?" You looked at him with sharp gaze.

His gaze turned dark as well, "No. I'm begging Y/N." His desperate voice and words were contrasting his gaze.

You were not sure if you could keep your job of disguise any longer if your employer found out that you couldn't satisfy even your very first costumer.

You gritted your teeth, in order to access more of the records and documents, you needed to proceed as Ri-ha and Jungkook's wedding planner. You closed your eyes to keep your cool. "Alright, for your woman and my client, I'll show you how to be good, at least as much as I know."

-

Jungkook was beyond happy, he continued to switch back and forth between your eyes, he gulped and said, "today is Thursday, I'll send you the place on Sunday." He stepped back.

Afterall deception starts with a lie and a successful deception needs chain of lies. The lie Jungkook said now was about Ri-ha's meeting, he knew Ri-ha had a really important meeting, he knew Ri-ha cannot make it today because of her tight schedule and that is exactly why Jungkook called you over today.

Was it ethically correct? No.

Professionally? You couldn't tell. Two days later the couple came to buy matching rings and shoes for their wedding day.

So far none of the officers who were keeping an eye out reported anything suspicious about the women, till now you have collected the information on the dresses, venues and ornaments of the victims as you gained access to those files.

Today you were looking out for an opportunity to put your hands on the rings and shoes information as well and hence you were eagerly waiting for the couple to leave and you'd get to your undercover work.

But what happened next was something you never imagined.

Jungkook was kissing you passionately in a secluded room while Ri-ha waited for him thinking he went to the washroom. Jungkook's words - "please help me out Y/N, Ri-ha has said before I am not a good kisser, pleaaase help me Y/N. Today I have a date with her and I can't disappoint her anymore." He said with pleading eyes and tone and thus here you were, trying to teach him the correct way to kiss.

And he listened pretty well.. his kiss was soft, intense and slow, like you were in a daze lost in middle of flower fields with the sunshine dancing and sparkling over the petals.

After several moments when you broke the kiss to pant for air, you reminded him to not stay any longer and return back to Ri-ha.

After they left you sat down to analyze your actions, apart from having a great kissing sesh, you couldn't quite let go off that heavy feeling in your chest, the feeling of betrayal or cheating. Though you can't exactly call it cheating given Jungkook's reasoning, yet this was still wrong no matter whatever the reasons were.

Earlier they had selected the shoes from a well known expensive store and the rings were also bought from a grand store of your city. You remember while talking with Jungkook's parents, his father had mentioned that he owned a jewelry store and it shocked you when he told the name because that name is really famous and often is tagged with rich people's taste since it was normally affordable by them.

It wasn't exactly surprising for Jungkook to have the rings from there for him and his bride-to-be.

-

Sunday came and you were not sure if you should go ahead with his request. Jungkook didn't seem someone with bad intentions, he just looked like a lost puppy trying to get his answers. Getting scolded without getting told why you got scolded really sucks. You should know what mistake you made so that you won't repeat it.

But there was no one for Jungkook to tell his mistake, to guide him. You felt like the light he was searching for after he was thrown in a completely dark tunnel.

Jungkook's wedding was next week and preparations were ready except this- as he claimed, therefore here you were looking eye to eye sitting on his bed in close proximity.

He leaned in to kiss you at first as your fingertips grazed on his neck. You bit your lips slightly and let out a little moan which turned him on even more.

He pushed his tongue inside and both your tongues were spiraling around each other in their own rhythm. He then proceeded to put butterfly kisses on your mouth then your jaw, going down to your neck and lastly to your collarbone.

Suddenly your hand movements stopped when he started unbuttoning your shirt. He looked at your face in confusion and he realized what expression you had on your face.

The expression of guilt.

He sighed, "Y/N this won't go any further if you feel awkward, can't you just see me as me tonight and not someone who's about to get married? Hm?" He moved a loose strand of your hair to keep it behind your ear.

His touch was so gentle that you felt like melting while he looked at you dreamily.

Just this once.. it's all gonna get over. You mentally noted as you bit your lower lip and nodded.

Jungkook took notice of it as he caressed your lips. "What should I do next Y/N?"

You looked at him, "Everyone has their own preferences, some people like it rough, some people like it gentle, I can't tell what Ri-ha likes exactly just by looking at her face--"

"What's your preference?" He asked you.

"Mine?... " You blinked several times. "Yes, yours. I'm going to repeat everything, including the questions with Ri-ha so it's better if you stop mentioning her, I'd like to completely want to immerse with the person in front of me." He said as he held your hands.

You looked at down at your hands cupped in his, "Gentle and something creative." You whispered. He smiled, "okay."

Because, he actually knew that very well, so far Jungkook has been nothing but gentle, even though being gentle wasn't exactly Jungkook's type but in no way he would disappoint you.

He had stalked you enough to know what kind of a woman you are in bed.

"Most people have different kinks, I personally like breast kink." Jungkook's mind was already filled with vulgar pictures of you but he couldn't wait to actually to not just see it but feel it too. He went to the kitchen and came back with a small tray of ice in his hands.

He kept it on the bed and opened your shirt while you opened his. Then he laid you down and opened your bra, he hovered over you and then leaned down.

He kissed the area around your right nipple while his one hand was busy rubbing the ice on your other nipple. You let out a shaky breath as he bit your nipple, one nipple getting bitten while the other getting frozen really was overwhelming. He then took another ice in his other hand and rubbed it on your left nipple- the one he was biting on. He removed his mouth and leaned to the already hardened cold nipple, he took the ice in his mouth and kept rubbing on it.

Then he took both the ices in his mouth as he traced his wet mouth down to your belly while both his hands working on your wet and cold breasts.

He then opened your trousers leaving you in just a panty. He took another ice in his mouth and then kissed on your pussy which was already soaking with your juices.

Next he tore apart the light feather like cloth off your groin and kept the ice directly on your vagina.

He was rolling the ice on your pussy with his tongue as his hands worked on opening his own pants and undergarment.

He took another ice and kept it on your pussy while the ice previously he was rolling, he took it back inside his mouth.

He came back up and let his dick rest upon the ice that was over your pussy, he then leaned down again and attached his mouth to yours, letting the ice covered in your juice play like a dice inside both of your mouth.

Due to the immense heat from both of your groin, the ice on your vagina melted quickly and thus he grinded his dick on you. Thankfully he didn't let it in.

Who knew that Jungkook actually wanted to do that so bad but he's gonna save it for later. He rejoiced internally.

-

The next day when he woke up, he saw you were gone. Not surprising though, last night you already told him after you both had a steamy, rather icy session that you both have nothing more to contact each other for.

Which of course hurt Jungkook a little but he couldn't show it, he was willing with complying to all your demands. But he knew, soon enough, you'll come back to him.

And the moment you do, he's never going to let you go, ever again.

-

You looked at the text message Ri-ha had sent you in the evening.

Kim Ri-ha: Hi Y/N I thought the rings were out for delivery, I've only received the shoes.

You: Are you sure? Maybe Jungkook has picked up for you?

Kim Ri-ha: Nope! I had already asked him as well as contacted his family too, none have received it.

You: I think some error has happened, I'll go and check.

You frowned while replying, your head was already clouded with last night's activity and now this!

Wait- this is actually better, you have somehow managed to look at the records of the shoes but you couldn't get a grip over the record book of rings, both of these were actually trivial if you were to connect these to The Sierras but better be careful than to regret.

You quickly dialed Officer Junhui's number and told him to gather the information about all the victim's wedding rings, like where they were bought from, if there's any lead that could be helpful, etc.

Then you quickly drove to Jiwe Stones- the shop Jungkook and Ri-ha had bought the rings from.

You went to the counter and showed them a special pass The Sierras had provided you with, it's a pass given to their wedding planners to go through the accessory records in other shops from where their client had stuff purchased from.

After entering something on the keyboard, the person at the counter asked a lady over the telephone to bring a hard copy of the record book you had asked for.

The lady came and she had opened the page where the details about the Kim-Jeon couple's rings were present. Strangely the page had a Delivered and received stamp on it.

You blinked in confusion, when you were about to ask the staff about it, you received a call from Junhui.

Hello?

Hey Y/N, the team has found out the wedding rings information and strangely all of them are from Jiwe Stones! You should take a look at the rings, I think there's something fishy.

You cut the call as you let out a short exhale, looking here and there for a second. Then you flipped to the index searching for the past month's records of the victims.

All of the names were there.

You immediately took photos of the ring designs and the information mentioned on it when on the 4th victim's page you noticed something strange. Then you went through your gallery to look at the previous three designs.

You noticed tiny shapes on the inner side of the rings, you looked at the other designs of the rings apart from the victims' drawn inside the book but none of them had these strange patterns.

Your eyebrows contorted at the realization.

"It's fucking Morse code!" You covered your mouth with your palm.

The Morse code writing MA-RR-Y-ME-LO-VE on each rings one by one just like it was found on the ring fingers of the victims.

What frightened you even more was that the ring of Ri-ha had MARRY ME LOVE written completely and wholly in Morse code.

Fuck! Ri-ha was the next target. You quickly went to contacts in your phone to call Ri-ha but just then another call came.

Hello Ryujin?

Y/N! Ri-ha's found dead in her apartment and there are no signs of the serial killer, her ring finger is empty though, there's nothing written like previous victims.

Your breath felt stuck. FUCKING HELL! You quickly ran out to the car when it struck you-

Jungkook!

It was his father's company after all, he wasn't the killer was he?

You shook your head in denial but then again- what we see isn't always true. So instead of going to the crime scene you drove to Jungkook's place, the place you had you spent your last night in.

You reached to his house and climbed the stairs to his unit, on knocking the door you found it was unlocked.

You swiftly took out the gun from your pocket and switched on the flashlight of your phone as it seemed dark inside.

You took careful and silent steps inside. After looking around the main living room you were approaching the bedroom when -SHUT!

You heard the main door shut close and the lights were back on, when you turned you saw Jungkook standing with his arms crossed and a smirk on his face.

Your suspicions felt true with each passing second. You pointed the gun towards him.

He chuckled, "It took me seven murders to make you come here to me, you're finally here Y/N!" He grinned widely.

You removed the trigger safety to shoot him, your lips twitched "Why did you kill them?"

He let out tiny airy laugh, "So that I could have you come here by yourself Y/N" He took out a box and on opening you saw the same ring made for Ri-ha.

"I didn't know my Y/N likes to be gentle in bed, I thought you'd be into something more hard and violent since you are a detective cop." He raised his eyebrows while smirking.

What the hell?! He knew you were a cop- he knew you from the start- perhaps he did this all knowing you'll take the bait, it was all a setup to lure you in- just like you were pretending, Jungkook was playing along too.

He smiled widely, "Y/N we're the perfect match, opposites attract after all. You are perfect for me and I'm perfect for you. Marry me love!"

And you realized it wasn't Ri-ha who liked perfection but it was him. What was worse that this wasn't a proposal, it was a statement.

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Based on this ask ♡

Tysm for making till the end! Hope you enjoyed, your feedback is a diamond I can't afford from Jiwe Stones💗

[silv3rswirls]

bts - dark content

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Worship me: Didn’t you deserve it? (yandere, obsession, online stalking/harassment, 18+)

Fawn: Hadn't your mother already warned you about men like him? (18+, age gap(reader is 18), corruption, praise, humiliation, dirty talk, alcoholism, some religious themes/talk, very vague mentions of familial abuse)

Scrap: “You’ll always be trash to be thrown away; but not to me.” (pseudo-incest, obsession, manipulation, degradation, light smut, light mentions of neglect and depression)

Worm: Even a worm will turn. (Yandere, slight violence, implied kidnapping)

Cicada: Something was changing around you, you could feel it. You weren’t sure what was happening, but something had changed. (note that this isn't a Yandere/dark fic perse, but it also doesn't fit on my main masterlist so it's going here)

Garden: “I’ll plant thousands just for you.” (Yandere, stepbrother Jimin, murder, very minor descriptions of violence, fluff)

Frenzy: He’d have to force himself to stop feeding; he wasn’t an animal after all. (Vampire au)

Grin and Bear it: part one(Mentioned stalking and violence, fear, reader is yandere, Tae is some kind of otherworldly being or something.part two(Fear, tears, blood, minor descriptions of sex, Yandere otherworldly Tae, degradation(?)

Stalker: He wanted you alone, but now that he's got you where he wants, Jungkook can't help but act. (Yandere, stalking)

Angel: He caught an angel, kept her locked in his basement. (yandere, angst, murder, kidnapping)

I’m Not Human At All: Something seems rotten in him, gross and morbid, and it’s starting to spread. (Stepbrother Jungkook, yandere, descriptions of violence, angsty, disturbing thoughts)

Lamb: Saw you love you, want you, love you (werewolves, yandere, blood/injury, kidnapping)

Untitled smut (18 +, yandere jk, jealousy, possessiveness, minor talk of violence/fighting (not towards reader), implied fighting, hair pulling, name-calling, degradation, spit, finger sucking, some blood)

Hound: What did a suffering lamb even accomplish? Who did it save, when would it end? (serial killer/yandere jk, kidnapping, religious themes, death)

[4niniz]

Scream for me - Jungkook x plus size reader

Summary: the town serial killer falls in love with y/n.

A/n: heyyy🤤 so I didn’t wanna start this yet but I am because I’m out of i ideas. Also I’m super hurt about Jin and the way they are rushing his album just to get him in the military.

Warnings: mentions of death of loved ones, blood, rough mirror sex, oral (m receiving), yandere, black mailing, squirting, praise kink, overstimulation

I never think I’d be fucking the towns cereal killer ghost face that killed all my friends and my first ever boyfriend, but here I am.

“Fuck! Y-y/n, keep sucking.” He growled as he face fucked me, hold my braids into a ponytail while pushing my head up and down on his 9 inch length. “Y/n I fucking love everything about you and your beautiful body, I love your curves and your juicy ass, the way the sides of your body turns into rolls whenever you move a certain way.” He moans as looks at my ass through the mirror right in front of us.

His words so crazy and manipulative but yet so sexy and made me feel like the most prettiest girl in the world. I felt like he loved me and I felt safe around him, but he’s a fucking cereal killer that killed my boyfriend and my best friend and could possibly kill me and my family.

He pushed my head all the way down on his lengthy cock causing me to gag and spit mixed with precum to drip out my mouth. I felt his long thick length twitch in my throat, he pulled my head off and took a deep breath, “I-I want my kids in you” he exhaled as he grabbed my hand to help me up. He bent me over right in front of the mirror I just deep throated him in front of, my hands gripping the wall as he pushed his thick tip in my tight lips, his cock still made me gasp as if it was my first time. “F-fuck please m-move” I gasp out as half his length fits into my fat pussy. He starts speeding up and letting out hard moans and curses every time he trusts into me. “If you ever fucking leave me- aughh! I’ll fucking Kill you and your family.” He groans out of pleasure and jealousy, “mhmf! Harder p-please” is all I could react with from all the over stimulation and fear. I really regret telling him to go faster. All I could feel was his dick slamming into my cervix, every single thrust making me closer to cumming. “I fucking love your juicy ass tits and ass! I wanna fuck every part of your body.” His words making me clench and my eyes to twitch and fight to stay open, he releases his nut all in side of my pussy, that warm feeling making me release right after. “ I fucking love your chubby cute body, y/n. He growls as he grabs his ghost face mask up off my bed room floor

“But why do I feel like you only like my body and the fact of controlling me?”

[yoongsisbae]

V is for Villain 2/3

What does it mean to be a villain? What does it really mean to be a vigilante? A vanquisher of evil or a victor for the good? Stories praise the fall of devils, cheer at the marvels of the virtuous, and forget the victorious tell a version conveniently veiling their own atrocities. Evilness was once the brightest star in heaven. And goodness, well, morality can so often be contentious. This time, there is the hero with the strength of a hundred men, there is the villain that can vanish his vulnerabilities in a very instant, and then there’s you.

PART 1 HERE. Superhero/Super Villain AU. Taehyung x y/n x Namjoon love triangle (or rhombus if you wanna count Yoongi :P) Continuation to Your Friendly Neighborhood Superhero, RM.

Warnings: love-hate relationship, soft yandere tae, smut, dubcon, exhibitionism, oral, shower sex, rough sex, police brutality, attempted SA, violence, unhinged y/n

Word Count: 17.8k

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You look down at the ground quickly approaching. Namjoon isn’t going to reach you. You smile, just knowing he tried was enough.

Namjoon screams your name. He will always be your hero no matter what.

You look up in his direction again and hold out your hand, manipulating the air in an attempt to slow him down, all the times he produced craters when trying for a soft landing replaying in your mind, but the super powered hero is flying too quickly, cutting right through your efforts, desperate to get to you.

You shut your eyes.

This is going to hurt. 

Jungkook side swipes you, knocking the air out of your lungs as you disappear right before Namjoon’s eyes.

How many craters has it been? Add one more to the tally.

---

You catch your breath, finally sitting up. “Is V not coming?” Jungkook hopped you immediately to Yoongi and Jin, the four of you all falling to the ground like bowling pins at the impact. Jungkook has a knack for strikes.

“He needs an alibi, he is going to be answering questions with the press.”

You huff, Taehyung should be here too, it’s his damn narrative. “Ready?” Yoongi asks the group, his eyes narrowing in on you.

Yoongi reveals his cell, showing off a map with a dozen large dots moving through the streets. “I don’t know if I can take anymore of this,” Jungkook whines wearily.

“You know, all this ended up being perfect practice for hopping into a moving location, yeah?” All three men glare at you. “Err no?”

Jungkook psyches himself up, jumping up and down. “Argh okay!”

“After that, a speeding vehicle can’t be that hard. Just don’t hop us inside of anyone,” Jin teases, grabbing onto the teleporter.

“WHAT. That’s a thing?! He’s done that?” you ask, horrified, pulling your hand back, unwilling to grab onto Jungkook.

“No!” Jungkook yells. “Okay, well, it wasn’t a person. I-I was a kid. Dammit, why did you have to remind me, Jin!”

You gag. A doe-eyed young Jungkook covered from head-to-toe in animal carcass like some tiny serial killer was not something you wanted to imagine at all. Jin laughs at you.

“Jungkook, c’mon, me and y/n got you,” Yoongi reassures as Jungkook concentrates on the map, anxiety and strain clearly present on his features.

“Me too!” Jin says. You grab Jin’s hand and place your other hand on Jungkook’s shoulder. “Yeah bunny, let’s hop, we got you,” you repeat, winking as you and Yoongi send energy into your teleporting friend.

Jungkook focuses, imagines the streets, the cars, the very exact target rolling down the highway, passing an intersection. With Jin’s help and his powers tapping into the target’s mind, and Jungkook’s overactive imagination, Jungkook can visualize everything so perfectly. It takes only a few seconds to really see…feel the differences between here and there, now and then.

So much in the world to see yet Jungkook can’t be in two places at a time, however two places at a moment's notice? That, he is excellent at!

There’s so much energy whirling around your group, Jungkook vanishes you all in a crackle of electricity.

‘What have you gotten yourself into, y/n.’ Namjoon thinks, zooming to your location.

He found you just in time to see you vanish. And then, like a lightning bolt himself, RM flies into the sky.

---

“Ahh!”

You couldn’t blame their frightful fits, four hooded figures appearing out of thin air like a demon quartet inside the politician’s special armored vehicle would make even the most hardened armed guards yell out of surprise. 

“Pull over!” he yells to his driver.

“I c-can’t!” his driver yells back, desperately pulling on the steering wheel that’s locked into position, stomping on brakes that have no more give. Yoongi smirks, in the passenger’s seat. He runs his fingers over the car’s dash, revving the engine. “The car is not going to listen to you.”

Guns are drawn, but the triggers have already been locked by you.

Click.

Click Click Click.

This is the most uncomfortable ride of your life sans murder attempt, you’re squished in between Jungkook and Jin, practically in their laps. “I’m just gonna-” you wiggle your fingers in front of you and everyone’s weapons land in the laps of the men beside you, who each grab their favorite and put the safety switches back off, smirking.

His secretary tries to dial the emergency number on her cell but thanks to Yoongi, the cell tower has decided not to respond. You freeze everyone’s limbs in the caravan, making things easier.

“I heard rumors of this city, but I can’t believe it's real,” the mayor stutters, body locked and his eyes bulging.

“Rumors, what kind?” you ask, intrigued. 

“Super…villains.”

“Eh?!”

“Get it done,” Yoongi grunts, watching the other dots on his cell move throughout the city.

“Hello Mayor,” Jin speaks. “I’m glad I could catch an audience with you before you left our beautiful city. Seeing as we both share an invested interest in our neighboring habitats, as you demonstrated at today’s rally,” he says, landing a hand on his shoulder and the politician’s eyes glaze over, “this will only take a moment.”

Everyone else stares at your group like the undead, it creeps you out. so you shut their eyes, pulling off your hood. “This thing is itchy, I hate it.”

“We should wear eye masks instead,” Jungkook suggests.

“No masks!” You and Yoongi speak in unison.

“All good!” Jin says cheerfully as he removes his hand.

“He’s pissing himself.” Jungkook complains.

“Ew!” you groan, the smell of pee filling the confined space.

“They do that most of the time, don’t they?” Yoongi grimaces.

“These guys are so old it's amazing they have any control of their bladders,” Seokjin huffs.

“Can’t you, like, stop it,” Jungkook whines at you.

“Ew! No way!” you retort back. “What did you do to him?” you ask, the politician’s eyes still look unfocused and scared, shell-shocked.

“Just had a nice long chat,” Jin says, which didn’t make any sense to you, barely a minute had passed, but you guess it was another one of Jin’s mind games he likes to play. “We worked out a great deal! Right?” Jin warns. The petrified man in front of you can’t really move without your permission, but he squeaks out a small sound of agreement.

“Like I explained, we don’t want to hurt you. We just want your support,” he says, patting the politician’s knee. “But we can hurt you.”

You tighten his tie with your powers, constricting the politician's throat with his own party colors.

“And find you, wherever you go.” Jin’s voice drops to a lower register and it has a terrifying effect.

Terrifying and sexy, you think. The mind reader rarely acts this serious. It’s a hot look on him. You truly hope Jin is too busy to pay attention to your next thoughts. Jin leans back and puts his arm over your shoulder, dashing your hopes.

“Ready?” Jungkook asks, turning around to peer at Yoongi’s map once more.

The car stops abruptly. So abruptly everyone is thrown forward and backward, but you have the forethought to catch your bodies before any damage happens. 

You turn around, ready to yell at Yoongi for the abrupt stop and see dark brown eyes, a determined scowl, and RM standing with his hands on the front hood.

“I know we can count on your support,” Jin warns.

“How the hell did he find us?”

“Your damn earrings!” Yoongi yells.

 “Don’t blame me!” you pout. “You said you took out the trackers!”

“I did! So why is there one in there?!” Yoongi yells back, realizing the new devices installed.

“Maybe RM put them back in during one of your little sleep overs,” Seokjin whispers in your ear. 

“Your what?”

“J-Jungkook now!” you yell.

In a coordinated effort you all reach for one another, hands interlocking and disappearing right as RM crashes his fist into the windshield.

The chase is on.

Roads are backed up, city traffic is worse than usual while everyone tries to leave the arena, and driving a couple blocks is taking five times longer than usual.

But RM can fly.

And JK can move through space and time.

It takes mere minutes between targets. Though, the time you experience dreading RM causing another commotion while waiting on Jin really feels like an eternity.

-

Ugh, you wish Namjoon didn’t have to wreck every car he managed to track you guys to. He’s really blowing the whole point of this plot, discreetness has gone out the window, or rather his fist is going through the window, and the convoy of police vehicles already surrounding the rather important politician is realizing the enemy had already snuck inside their barrier, turning their sights and guns to the scene.

What will the media say this time? No one was supposed to see you guys or know what you were up to! That was the whole point of this crazy plan, but with RM plans rarely go smoothly. At least part of your plans are succeeding, you think, as the man in front of you agrees over and over again he will be cooperative to Jin.

You pull your hood down lower, concealing your eyes.

“This is the last one, isn’t it? Still need me?” you whisper to Jungkook.

“Uhh yeah, you’re kind of crucial to us not being killed,” Jungkook whispers back.

“You have the guns, though,” you retort.

On cue RM pulls the car door off its hinges, grabbing the closest hooded figure out of the car.

Unfortunately, it’s Jungkook, and the teleporter hops out of his clothes, a new trick he’s learned after dealing with RM.

A very bare chested Jungkook appears right back where he was, hair disheveled and only a mask covering his mouth and identity now. Thank god for Yoongi no cameras are able to catch any identifying tattoos, and you are surprised to see the young teleporter has a lot.

You all reach for him in unison, hands landing on his skin. You and Jin have the same idea, both grabbing a handful of pec...and squeezing.

But RM is not to be underestimated! He wanted to stop you all, but more than that, he wanted to catch you...red-handed.

A small little device was all it took. Namjoon; who has studied up and read every book he could find on electricity, using his intellect instead of his power to try to defeat you this time, with his newfound alone time he started to make devices that might finally help him counter-attack your friends’ infuriating powers; he sets off one of those devices right inside the vehicle.

Jungkook is stunned, quite literally unable to move through the currents shocking his system.

Yoongi is overwhelmed, and by the time it is going to take him to figure out a translation to the new handmade device, with every shockwave he is experiencing, it might be too late!

You, however, could see a solution even if every shock clouded your vision. 

You can’t speak, you can barely move, the stunning was impressively strong. You might have been shocked into a stupor, but in your mind, communication with Jin was perfect.

‘Jungkook!’

‘Hey…JUNGKOOK.’

At a time like this Jungkook didn’t know whether he should be grateful or cursing the fact that all he could think about was Jin’s voice instead of his friends and family and everyone he was about to let down getting so publicly arrested. 

‘Jungkookie, hop us!’

‘DO YOU THINK I WASN’T TRYING?!’ Jungkook thinks back. But due to the untouchable electricity Jungkook couldn’t concentrate on even hopping himself, much less everyone else.

‘No, hop everything! Hop the entire damn car!’

THE CAR THAT WAS CURRENTLY FUCKING UP HIS POWERS? Jin wants Jungkook to bring it along for the ride, err well make it the ride? Hasn’t Jungkook done enough?! The teleporter’s inner monologue rivals the self-pity of a Greek Tragedy hero.

There is a pretty blue glow all around him, the electricity taking on a familiar trait.

Yoongi’s.

Jungkook can hear strained cries coming from you. The shocks multiplying to a painfully strong degree as the device is supercharged.

Actually it doesn't really hurt, it kind of feels like a massage, all the energy is making Jungkook feel good...powerful.

-

“SHIT!” Hoseok yells.

Jimin cries out, falling off his chair.

The device in the car goes haywire for a second, before completely dudding out.

You all topple out of the vehicle, reorienting yourselves with the help of Hoseok and Jimin. You grab Jungkook, stumbling with him to the rear of the caravan.

“You h-have to take it back. The caravan!”

“I can’t,” Jungkook groans, feeling sick.

You lean against his back, hugging him tightly, exhausted from using your powers to such magnitudes, and even still doing so to keep the targets frozen. “You have to,” you squeeze Jungkook, healing and powering up the teleporter one last time-

-

Namjoon blinks. ‘It’s invisible? Did V- No, it’s gone.’

Oh, now it’s back.

He circles the vehicle, finding you and Jungkook sprawled on the ground.

You’re lying face down, passed out over the teleporter, who shifts and tries to kick his feet away from the advancing and furious superhero. Red lasers land on Jungkook’s bare chest-

The tires deflate, hit by the bullets that would have gone through you and Jungkook if the teleporter hadn’t disappeared at that exact moment-

Namjoon stands frozen. ‘S-She’s not dead, Jungkook teleported before she could have gotten hit,’ he thinks.

You’re not dead...you’re not dead...you wouldn’t dare...

He recollects himself, focusing back on the caravan as police descend around him. He looks inside the vehicle, where a group of scared personnel and one positively petrified politician sit...and no one else. “Are you okay?! Tell me what they did to you, I can try and help-”

“Nothing! N-Nothing, they didn’t do anything,” he swallows.

The neighboring city’s mayor stumbles out of the car, screeching at his confused security. “Goddammit, what do I pay you all for?!” Namjoon watches him berate everyone, trying to gain the power he had momentarily been stripped of.

“I can help you,” Namjoon says slow and reassuringly as if her were talking to a temper tantrum-ing child. “If you explain what happened, I can stop them.” Namjoon was frustratingly hitting dead ends as no politician would let him in on what your group was doing, and if there was no crime to report...

“Mayor! Please listen-”

“I-If you’re gonna stop them, then s-stop them! Otherwise leave m-me out of it!”

Namjoon clenches his jaw, eyeing one security guard who looks like he’s on the verge of quitting...

---

“Today is the worst day of my life.”

“What about that time you teleported your hand through a fence and we had to take you to the hospital?”

“Or the time you teleported to that volcano?”

“It was inactive,” Hoseok reminds Jimin.

“Excuse me, the worst day of your life? Did you get shot?” you grunt. Jungkook holds up his arm angrily. “That’s just a graze.”

“Yours is just a graze.”

“Mine is deeper,” you pull Hoseok’s hand away, and blood gushes out from the cut across your hip. “Ow ow ow! See!”

“Can’t you heal it?” Hoseok asks, holding the compress to your side.

“God, I have to do everything around here!” you whine. “I’m tired!” You would still be passed out if you hadn’t woken up from the excruciating pain.

“Should we take them to a doctor?” Yoongi asks Jin.

“Ehh they seem to be okay?” The two oldest watch as the others dote on you and Jungkook, the both of you making convincing arguments as to why you need to be carried in Hoseok’s arms to the couch and why Jungkook needs Jimin to hand-feed him food.

---

You stretch, waking up from your nap, delicately removing yourself from Hoseok’s and Yoongi’s embrace, and finding the teleporter eating his third bowl of ramen. “Jungkook, hop me to RM!” 

“What? Are you crazy? That last time he looked ready to kill me!”

“I will actually kill you if you d-”

“Y/n, I need to debrief with you,” Taehyung calls out to you, entering the quarters. 

Oh there he is, so untraumatized from the whole day’s ordeal, you can’t help but glare at him. “Can’t Jin-”

“No,” Taehyung says sternly, “You, y/n.”

You cross your arms, deciding in which direction you should hurl Taehyung away from you. He crosses his arms too, standing tall, stepping into your space. 

“Alright,” you huff, rolling your eyes. He’s lucky you find the authoritative look so hot. You glance at the mind reader, he better not be listening to you. You bump Taehyung’s shoulder as you head for his room, not wanting to wake the others.

-

“What I don’t understand is how RM found you all so fast?” he asks rhetorically, leaning against his work desk after you explained everything (well, clearly not everything), the two of you alone in his old small office quarters. You stay quiet. “What did I say about wearing those earrings on missions-”

“‘Y/n, don’t wear those earrings on missions,’” you lower your voice as low as you can, mimicking Taehyung’s deep timber.

Taehyung’s eyebrow twitches. You cross your arms. “I didn’t know! If you’re going to blame someone, blame Yoongi! Tech is his specialty, is it not?”

“It doesn’t change the fact that you and Jungkook almost died, because of RM. I can’t stop thinking about what would have happened if Jungkook had waited only a second longer-”

You wanted to argue with him, tell him people almost die all the time. That technically it wasn’t RM’s fault, it was Taehyung’s fault for making you all do this in the first place, and that Taehyung has no right to look at you with those accusing eyes of his, just because you weren’t going to stop wearing the present Namjoon gave you. How were you supposed to know he was going to put the trackers back in while you were sleeping, it was kind of impressive actually-

“Everything could have been ruined-”

“You have the support,” you argue. “What more do you want?”

Taehyung runs a hand through his hair, glancing over at you...you, he wants to say. But the way his eyes refuse to look away says enough, making you feel guilty. You decide to change the subject.

“They are catching on though...” you murmur, moving closer to him. “About our powers. We all have to be even more careful.”

“Let them talk, they should feel a little fear. It’s all rumors still. Nothing will hit the news circuit, I will make sure of it.”

“And what if it does come back to you, dear Mayor,” you cross your arms, spitting out the title. “Isn’t that what you have been trying to avoid, by making us do all the dirty work?”

Taehyung smiles at you rather than matching your ire. He pulls off his tie and jacket, removing the stuffy formal clothes. “I appreciate that you help me...us...that you do this for us. Even if you are...compromised,” he says begrudgingly. “You kept my friends alive, and that means more to me...”

‘If he thinks touching your cheek like that and giving you those eyes is going to smooth things over, he’s wrong!’ you think, annoyed and flustered from the attention. You smack his hand away. “My money? You also owe me for fixing the floor...and the table,” you add, looking over at the newly cleaned hide out space after the “car crash” that happened inside.

“Done.” You turn to leave but Taehyung pulls you back. “Before you go running off into the night…” He stops, holding your attention, “...I wanted to show you something.”

He goes over to his desk, pulling out a file, and showing you a bunch of complicated diagrams, but you get the gist of it. Compared to all the other cities, recycling is up, pollution is down, renewable energy use is up, violent crime is down, it's all very impressive data for such a big industrial city. “I just wanted to remind you...why we had to do that...we are doing good-”

“I know that,” you frown, sighing. “I’m not the one you have to convince.” 

You don’t have to say his name, Taehyung already knows who you’re talking about. You won’t seem let it go...him go. You desperately want RM on your side.

Taehyung sighs. You sit in his leather chair, putting your feet up on his desk, looking through the figures again, humming. It does make you happy to see the city so drastically improving, Taehyung doesn't have to know that though (you threaten Seokjin just in case he’s listening).

“How are you and Yoongi?” You catch Taehyung looking at your legs.

“Me and Yoongi? I am great, Yoongi is great. Why don’t you ask Yoongi?” You stiffen. Actually, he seemed pretty upset at you...

Taehyung laughs, “Funny, he said basically the same thing.”

“Well, he’s my favorite for a reason,” you speak apathetically, worried Taehyung will try to use him against you like he does with everything else.

Taehyung smirks down at you knowingly. You cross your arms, wheeling your chair around “Is there anything else before I go, Mayor?”

Taehyung scoffs, leaning over you until you’re caged in, his hands pressing down on the chair’s armrests. He looks down at you, serious, no sly smile or hint of playfulness anymore.

“You really like throwing that in my face. You know, when The Mayor died, because of you by the way, we all decided I was going to run,” he gestures to the cracked door, where you can hear the others argue over...food? Again?! “Do you think I enjoy being in the limelight like this, every little thing I do being scrutinized for everyone to see?”

His face is too close to you, his eyes watch you like he’s peering through you…inside you. “I think you do, and so what? You’re good at it.” You compliment him to smooth down the tension. It's also true, Taehyung is ridiculously charismatic when he wants to be, and great at convincing people to do what he wants, he convinced you...and maybe you hold it against him, the way you always seem to help him get exactly what he wants. Especially when he says things like...

“I feel like you hate me now...” he laughs, unable to hide his sadness and making you feel guilty in the process. “Is it because I keep beating your superhero?”

You break eye contact first, scoffing, following the lines of his jaw down, the top two buttons of Taehyung’s shirt now undone, giving you a glimpse of his chest. By now you are used to everyone else being in your personal space, but not Taehyung. 

It feels...different when he gets so close to you. It feels forbidden. 

Maybe Joon’s disdain for V affects you more than you want to admit-

“I don’t hate you...” you swallow, leaning back as he gets closer. “I...I...just don’t like you.” You decide it’s easier to keep Taehyung at a distance, so you lie. You don’t trust him, or yourself, when you’re around him.

Taehyung stares at you in surprise. “You liar!” he laughs.

“Go ask Jin then!” you challenge, you know Jin is going to tell him you’re lying, but that doesn’t mean you haven’t made it confusing. Taehyung huffs, and then vanishes before your eyes. You barely caught a glimpse of the anger in his expression, now unsure whether you witnessed it at all. 

You try to stand up but Taehyung hasn't actually left, and you bump into him. “You want to know why I don’t like you?” you ask, pushing against his chest. “I know you have Yoongi keeping tabs on me, Jungkook watching me, even Jimin following me acting like a stray, like it’s a crime to want to leave, like I’m not allowed to be on my own. Taehyung…I am never ever going to stop wanting to see my friend!”

You feel Taehyung’s hot breath against the shell of your ear when he whispers, “I’m trying to keep you from getting hurt, y/n. Namjoon is going to hurt you. He always hurts you. It may not always be like today, where we can see it,” you can feel his hand nudge carefully against your healing scar, “but we can all tell you’re hurting...”

Somehow that last part stings worse than your injury. 

His invisibility powers makes Taehyung more confident, daring, adding, “I would never hurt you like that.”

“You say that now…but your powers can’t show the future,” you say quietly. “I-I just want to take my money and go-” 

“Go where, to Kim Namjoon?! Dammit y/n, you think he’s going to be happy to see you after today…” 

“Why are you being like this?!”

“Because I can’t stop! I can’t stop worrying about you…thinking about you…caring about you...” You feel something soft graze your jaw. 

You stay quiet, biting your tongue. You can’t see Taehyung, but it’s like you can feel him everywhere. The chair tilts as he moves himself against you, your arms and legs bumping into his body as you try to balance yourself. You’re not sure what you’re touching but it’s hard and muscled and warm and makes your breath hitch.

You knew Taehyung had grown a particular liking to you for your powers, and you also knew he was a big flirt, but sometimes his honeyed words would catch you off guard, make you wonder if the sweetness oozing from his lips was genuine, and you would have to catch yourself from wanting a taste.

“I’m okay, Taehyung,” you say under your breath, “You don’t have to worry.”

Taehyung appears right in front of you, startling you how close he really was to you, lips right next to yours. “No, ‘Mayor’? Looks like we’re making progress, y/n.” He smirks, his smirk quickly turning into a smile.

You scoff. “You are such a little brat. What do you really want from me, Kim Taehyung?”

“What I’ve always wanted,” he glances down at your lips. “Just you.” The back of his fingers run along your chin. “For once, don’t go to him and stay with me tonight?”

Namjoon liked to tell you how ruthless, how dangerous and evil Taehyung is. Part of you wanted to believe Namjoon…to actually hate Taehyung, it would make things so much easier if you could see what Namjoon sees. But you don’t. So what if he’s opportunistic and vengeful, or willing to do anything to win? Taehyung is a lot like you.

---

You finish showering, wiping the condensation off your mirror. Scalding water felt the best, and tonight, you needed the hot steam and soothing lavender soap to calm you down.

“Jimin! I forgot my towel!”

Jimin brings you a towel in his mouth, having shifted into a small brown dachshund. He shakes his tail happily at you. You know your roommate only stays with you so Taehyung can keep tabs on you, but Jimin is so damn cute when he transforms! You don’t even mind it! He barks twice before leaving, ugh, he’s adorable!

You went home after talking with Taehyung, deciding you wanted to have a night to yourself after all, feeling confused and worst of all, guilty for passing out at the most inconvenient time and almost getting the teleporter seriously injured.

You pull on a satin pair of pajamas, a lacy trimmed tank top and shorts, turning on your tea kettle to make Jimin and you some hot tea.

You sigh, looking down at dachshund Jimin, “Some watch dog you are,” you mutter, picking him up. He licks your face. “I don’t forgive you, traitor,” you accuse, before dropping him down again.

“I know you’re here, I can feel you,” you yell into your empty apartment. You close your eyes, it’s easier to concentrate that way. Was he by your couch, no, where did that sneak move to?

“What do you think? If I tear your body to pieces while you’re like this do they reanimate or will you just be invisible forever so they’ll never find you?” you threaten.

A loud knock at the door stops your thoughts and you whip your head around. You knew who it was, unfortunately. There was no mistaking the size and strength of the particular grouping of molecules that made up the superhero shaped figure stalking around your door. You definitely had to smooth things out with the tech talker so he could remove the earring tracker again.

Jimin growls behind your back, transformed into the largest Doberman you’ve ever seen. “Oh now you wanna guard me? Go to your room, Jimin!” you hiss.

“And don’t fucking move! Wherever you are!” You whisper at your uninvited guest.

Moving to the door, you open it up to a not so friendly face. Joon stands tall in a sweater and jeans, an annoyed glare behind thick frames.

You look him up and down stopping at his new glasses, “Break another pair?”

He stares at you blankly. Did he come all this way to give you the silent treatment?

You step into the hallway with him, shivering. If there wasn’t a certain moppy headed menace in your new apartment with a vendetta against your ex friend you would have pulled Namjoon in by now, but you couldn’t risk it.

“Were you- Are you okay?” he asks, getting his concerns out of the way.

“I was grazed by a bullet,” you smile meekly.

“What?” Namjoon falters, concern spreading over his features.

“Oh, it was bad,” you tease. “I’m lucky I’m alive.”

“Don’t joke-”

You laugh softly, feeling a little less unburdened over his anger at you. “Well I’m fine now, so don't worry,” you smile. “Did you hurt yourself when you landed?” you reach out to touch his shoulder.

Namjoon grabs your hand before you can touch him, back to business. “I need you to come with me-”

“Are you asking me out?” you joke.

“I need you to come with me and tell every one of those people you hurt that when they go to vote next session, they can vote freely without any fear something will happen to them or their families-”

“We wouldn’t hurt their families...”

“Y/n!”

“If you want me to go with you, I will, but it won’t change their minds,” you argue. “You know it too. Just let this one go, Joon, we beat you this time.”

‘We,’ the way you say it breaks Joon. He shakes his head no, holding your wrist tighter.

The tea kettle starts to whistle. “Did you want some tea?”

“Seriously? You can act like nothing happened, after what they did, what you did to-”

You sigh defeatedly, massaging your brow to stop the forming headache. Why does Taehyung always have to be right, it can be so damn infuriating…

“But you don’t mind when I’m helping you, when you’re using me to undermine The Mayor? Suddenly, it’s okay to be around someone you find so despicable, right?!” you yell, your anger getting the best of you. 

Namjoon touches your cheek, turning you to meet his eyes again, letting all the words he wants to say sit on his tongue. 

‘I don't think that,’ ‘Do you know how worried I was about you?’ ‘I was losing my mind,’  ‘Please, just stop what you're doing, I will forgive you if you just! stop!’ “Y/n...” 

Namjoon grabs your arms, pushing you back inside your apartment. “I know he’s in here with you.” 

Well, he was, but not for any weird reason Namjoon was currently processing through right now. “I saw the kettle move. V!”

You look over your shoulder at the silenced kettle. Idiot. But you knew Taehyung was no idiot. You knew he did it on purpose, and that pissed you off even more.

“No-” Namjoon presses, pushing past you. You move in front to stop him, using more than your physical strength to match his own. “It w-was Jimin!”

On cue, a very human Jimin walks out in his boxers, glaring at the superhero. “Y/n, do you need my help?”

“N-No! G-Go put on a shirt!” you hiss, embarrassed at his lack of clothes. You turn back around to face Joon, who is preoccupied, eyes scanning your home for any movement. “Joon...”

Ugh, you just wanted to relax tonight! Screw this! “You know what?! If you want to get back at V, don’t try to change their minds, just make sure they can’t vote.” 

“What are you talking about?”

Jimin calls out your name in warning, scanning the room slowly.

You look around your apartment, trying to pinpoint Taehyung, walking around the superhero who follows your movement. “Why do you think we could blackmail them? They’re corrupt, obviously. Expose them if you really want to try and stop us. Get them arre-”

“I think it’s time for you to leave, Namjoon.” Jimin warns, his eyes flashing an intense yellow, pupils shifting into slits, resembling a cat’s eyes.

“Bring her back, V,” Namjoon growls, reaching out to where you just stood, touching only air.

Taehyung’s hand covers your mouth, your kitchen knife held to your throat. You put your hand over his, pulling at his fingers slowly so you can speak.

“Joon, I’m fine, listen to Jimin-”

“Show me!” Namjoon tries to pinpoint where he heard your voice. And to your surprise, Taehyung reveals the pair of you before hiding you once again.

“You really want to piss him off, huh?” you whisper under your breath to Taehyung, laughing bitterly as Namjoon’s shocked expression turns into fury.

“You did it, you compromised us for what? A nod of approval from someone who only ‘uses you’ to undermine me...your words!” He hisses back.

“You use me, you asshole. And maybe I’m tired of being used, so screw you both!”

“Y/N!” Namjoon roars.

Taehyung pushes you into the superhero, letting him see you. “Y-You’re bleeding!” Namjoon looks over your body for any other marks. Jimin’s eyes go wide in surprise, darkening back to his usual color.

“Oh. Yeah,” you wipe the small line of blood off your neck, healing yourself quickly.  “See, I’m fine.”

Namjoon holds you tightly. “You’re coming with me-”

“You won’t win that way-”

“W-Well, I’m not leaving you alone with them!”

You laugh, a sudden warmth in your chest returning at the frightful concern in his eyes, “I’ll be okay Joon, trust me,” you hug him suddenly, whispering into his ear, “Go, you’re going to need to work fast if you want to beat us, right?”

‘Us’ again, Namjoon thinks bitterly. Namjoon holds your head in his large hands, rubbing away the smudged blood from your neck. If you didn’t know better, you would have thought he might have kissed you in that moment.

You glare at the spot over Namjoon’s shoulder, lifting your hand away from Joon, a knife reanimates and flies into the kitchen, clanking to the ground close to Jimin, making the shapeshifter yelp. Namjoon tries to punch V, only swinging at air, “I can take care of myself,” you reiterate, shoving Joon away and closing the door shut with your mind as he escapes.

“Okay okay, you can’t blame me for trying to kill him,” Taehyung reanimates in front of you, an apologetic smile on his annoying face.

“You are insufferable. I can’t stand you. You’re the worst-”

“Jimin, wake up Jungkook and tell him he needs to have eyes and ears on our new friends until I can get my bill passed, now it’s going to be out of our jurisdiction so he needs to be careful-”

“-All that bullshit before about being worried about me-”

“-Then in the morning let Yoongi know he needs to monitor any new police record requests-”

Jimin clears his throat. “Y/n, are you okay?” Jimin asks you wearily before Taehyung goes any further.

“Like I said, I’m fine,” you glare at Taehyung when you say it, finally nodding at Jimin and giving him a weak smile to let him know you’re okay. “So what now, asshole? Gonna try and stab me in the back next?”

“Like you did to us? But I know you’ll stop me before anything really happens to you,” Taehyung says a matter-of-factly. “C’mon, you weren’t in any real danger. I would never actually hurt you, obviously.”

You have half a mind to just let him brutally maim you out of spite. The way Jimin ignored him meant he wasn’t too impressed with what Taehyung did to you either, could you turn him against Taehyung for you? 

A hawk lands on your shoulder, Jimin’s beak knocking against your jaw, “I’m okay,” you laugh, “He wasn’t actually pressing hard.” Hawk Jimin lands on Taehyung’s shoulder next, ruffling his feathers, listening to the rest of his instructions before leaving out the window.

“Y/n, I’m sorry-”

“I just took a shower,” you whine.

Taehyung wets a wash cloth, cleaning the dried blood off your skin. “I’m sorry,” he repeats. “But I had to think fast, and you left me with little options.”

“And your first thought just had to be kidnapping with a deadly weapon? You drive me crazy.”

Taehyung chuckles, deep, soft, comforting, his fingers delicately working to help you now that Namjoon was gone. Taehyung’s specific type of comfort wasn’t what you really wanted, but it was better than nothing. You glance over at him as he silently works to clean you up.

“I’m not sorry,” you mutter, sulking.

“Oh I know damn well you’re not,” Taehyung mutters too.

“Why did you come here in the first place? I promised you, didn’t I?”

“Looks like it happened anyways...I know I said I would give you space...I...couldn't stay away.” Taehyung looks lost, unsure about what to say next, there’s no confident banter you’re used to from him.

“So needy...” you raise your eyebrow at him. You said it lightly, only teasing him, seeing if you could get him to crack a smile after the intense show down. And he does. 

“...and we’re not even dating.”

“Not yet,” he smirks.

“Funny, how about we go a day without trying to kill each other first?”

“I can do that,” he says confidently.

---

Jimin is purring, cuddled against your head as an orange tabby cat. You scratch his ears and he purrs even louder. “Where are we?” This bed is huge and definitely not yours. Jimin stretches his cat body and jumps off the bed, hiding away because he knows you’re going to be mad at the answer.

You quickly put two and two together, noticing the opulence in the room, the only other place you could be was at Mayor Kim’s mansion.

“Where is Jungkook?” you find Taehyung in his study.

“Out cleaning up your mess, why?”

“Because I promised him I would break his fingers if he hopped me without my permission again.”

“I asked him to, so-” Taehyung holds out his palm to you, continuing to write down notes with his other hand.

You should. You really really want to.

“And why did you do that?”

“Because I needed to work.”

You try not to raise your voice with your next question, “And why am I here?”

“Until the bill is passed, you’ll stay with me,” he states, going back to his note taking.

“And why would I agree to that?!” You scream, poise and restraint now long gone.

Taehyung crosses his arms. “Because I can say with a hundred percent certainty you will somehow find a way to mess this up even more if I let you out of my sight.”

His desk begins to shake, the pictures in his office tilting askew. “You think you can keep me here?”

“You’ll do what I say, because I’ll tell the others what you did and as much as you like to pretend you don’t care about what they think of you-”

“Shh.” You hold up a finger, shutting Taehyung’s mouth with your powers. 

You look around his office. The decor is tasteful and elegant, expensive antiques and gold finishing. Taehyung fits right in with his dignified demeanor. But you don’t belong here…and you don’t want to.  

“Mayor Kim…” you step closer to your immobilized cohort, circling his desk. “You could have just asked nicely.” You take a seat on said desk, crunching the paper under you. You grab the tip of his tie wrapping it one, two, three times around your palm, pulling him closer to you.

“I’ve played along, haven’t I? Don’t make me your enemy.” You finally let your telekinetic hold on Taehyung go.

“RM is the enemy,” he swallows.

“Joon is not my enemy-”

“But he is though, y/n. You can’t be so naïve-” You yank his tie to the side, his head pressing painfully on the wood next to you. He breathes through his teeth, glaring up at you.

“And you’re so wise? Then choose your next words wisely, Taehyung.”

Taehyung grunts, palm flat on your thigh, pressing down as he tries to lift himself up unsuccessfully. 

There is really only one man strong enough to fight your power. 

His fingers curl into the flesh of your thigh, catching you off guard. “Did you forget our promise to each other?”

You roll your eyes, letting his tie go and crossing your arms. “You’re making it very hard for me to even like you-”

“Not that promise,” he says, fingers still gripping at your thigh. “The one we made to each other the day you asked me to help you kill The Mayor.”

-VOWS-

“Have you ever killed someone before?” Taehyung crosses his arms, looking you up and down. You would have normally faltered under his scrutinizing gaze, but you had let go of your shame in your desperation.

Should you lie? Make him believe you had no reservations. You had a feeling he would be able to see right through your lies even without Seokjin’s assistance. “No.”

Taehyung’s office had high windows and bad lighting, but the moon was full and the blinds were broken. Streaks of moonlight covered the walls of Taehyung’s office, striping the shadows where he stood.

It took you all day to build up the courage to ask Seokjin to take you to see Taehyung. You knew it was going to be no easy task to convince Taehyung and the others with the way Seokjin’s normally cocky demeanor darkened when your initial shock wore off and your intentions were clear. 

Taehyung shakes his head. “We’re all going to have targets on our backs if we do this and he doesn’t die. Also, if we do go through with what you want… Y/n, you’re asking us to become murderers-”

“I’m not asking you to! I’m asking you to help me… You help me do this, and I’ll help you.”

“With what?”

“With anything,” you swallow, resolute. “I have to do this. He’s going to…he’s going to hurt Joon if I don’t do something!”

“I know.” Taehyung says impassively, “You know, that would solve all my problems, I won’t have to worry about RM anymore. So what do I even get out of helping you? What is worth putting all of us in danger to save Kim Namjoon?”

You look at him in disbelief. You want to tell Taehyung to go to hell, but you have no idea how to stop The Mayor on your own without getting caught. You need his help. “You brought me here! Why would you kidnap me, have Seokjin show me those things-”

“You’re not listening, so let me ask you again, what will you do for me-”

“What! What do you want?! I said I’d do anything!” Your eyes sting as you blink away tears in your frustration. “Taehyung, please,” you cry. 

“Everything. Not anything, from now on, I want you to help us with everything.” He grips your shoulders tight. “Then, I will kill The Mayor for you myself if I have to.”

You swallow, mentally working through Taehyung’s conditions and confession. The way he said it so ardently, you wonder…if Taehyung has killed before. “No, I’ll do it.” 

For Namjoon, to protect him, you would do the absolute worst without any regrets.

---

You look down at Taehyung’s long slender fingers, splayed across your thigh, resigning to his touch. “I haven’t forgotten.” You lie back, stretching out your arms, sighing. You are very aware you are making a mess of his carefully stacked memos and you don’t care. “What if I promise to be a good girl from now on? Cross my heart.” You wink, using your powers to move Taehyung’s fingers in an X across your thigh.

He licks his lips, watching as his fingers trace along your skin. “Oh but I know you’re not” Taehyung’s eyes narrow on your sly smile, his fingers moving higher up your thigh. “You like to play the part, but you always end up being…” he coughs, “bad.”

“Maybe,” you say flippantly. “Or maybe you don’t give me much of a choice.” You glare at him.

He leans over his desk and over you, caging you in. “Don’t act like you don’t enjoy it. I’ve watched you torturing people with a smile on your face.”

You sigh, giving up again. “People. People or monsters?”

“You don’t have to defend yourself to me, y/n. That’s why we make a good team,” he smiles, gripping your knee instead and shaking your leg reassuringly. You grind your teeth, resisting the urge to roll your eyes.

“I don’t mean to upset you, but…do you think Namjoon would ever give you the same grace? I wish you would see what’s in front of you…” 

His hand moves to your cheek, holding you gently. His lips touch yours so softly and leave so quickly the act could barely qualify as a kiss. 

Taehyung had been so gentle with you, which made the following brutality hurt even worse.

“If Namjoon knew how you really were, would he think you were a monster? If he saw what I saw that night, and what you did in that room over there,” Taehyung turns your chin so you have to look. The door to the adjoining room is shut and locked. Taehyung keeps the small study room closed, because even he can barely stomach the memory. “Would he touch you like this?” his lips press against your cheek.

-

“Jimin,” you grunt, cuddling the napping feline close to you. “Turn back into a human, please, I...need you.” Jimin transforms, his limbs tangling around yours, pulling you into an embrace.

“You know Tae is not as bad as you think he is, he’s helped me so many times, give him a chance to prove himself-”

“Bad…good…I don’t care, right now he’s being a pain in my ass,” you mumble, burying your head in Jimin’s chest where it’s warm and cozy and his steady heartbeat calms you down. 

“Why do you hate him so much?” Jimin chuckles.

“If I hated him, would I still be here?” you mumble, resting against him. 

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Jimin holds you tighter when you shake, breath catching in your throat. “What happened?”

“Nothing,” you don’t want to think about it and confirm your worst fears. “Can I ask you something?” you ask, looking for a distraction, perhaps some blackmail. Jimin turns his head, waiting.  “Why V?”

“Why do we follow V?”

“No.” You remember the purple spray paint etched across the bank door, back when you and Namjoon were inseparable. “Why the name, V?”

Jimin laughs, sighing, “Well-”

-

“How’s it back home?” Taehyung asks as Jungkook and Yoongi reappear with a week’s supply of homemade food in their arms, a gift from Jungkook’s mother.

“It’s getting worse,” Yoongi sighs. “Some parts can’t even cook with it.” 

‘It,’ being their town’s water supply. Yoongi and Jungkook just finished their weekly trip to drop off cases of water to their families and friends. “And if that new bill goes through…I don’t even want to think about it.”

“Well, you are thinking about it, quite loudly,” Seokjin interjects, rubbing his eyes.

The group sits quietly together. “Should we try another petition?” Hoseok suggests, optimistic.

Everyone knows it won’t work. They all knew what had to be done, but Taehyung was the only one courageous enough to say it.

“No…” Taehyung sighs, glancing over at Jin, knowing he could see the idea he had in mind. “We’ve tried it their way, now let’s do it our way.”

Jungkook cracks his knuckles. “What did you have in mind?”

Suddenly Seokjin laughs, gathering everyone’s attention. “This guy not only wants us to kidnap The Mayor, he wants us to rob a bank and blow up the courthouse.”

“Blow it up?!”

“Wait, rob a bank? Like…bank robbers?”

“Me and Jungkook have discussed it before,” Taehyung says, shrugging. “We can do it…with your help, Yoongi.” Taehyung turns to the tech talker, who seems to be mulling the idea over.

“But The Mayor, you really think we can get away with it? It’s-”

“Dangerous.” Seokjin finishes Jungkook’s thought.

“Dangerous and high-profile. I thought we are supposed to be keeping a low-profile,” Jimin reminds them.

“We’ve tried everything else,” Taehyung interjects. “Haven’t we? Maybe it’s time we make a scene.”

“And if we get caught….you’re asking us to commit about seven different felonies,” Seokjin says.

“The Mayor is too risky,” Jimin interjects again.

“We can do this! Jin?” he asks Seokjin, hoping for backup.

“I’m definitely not The Mayor’s biggest fan, but this…”

“You’ve looked through his mind, tell me if there is another way to convince him.” Jin rubs his jaw, stretching his neck, thinking it over. “This is for our families too, not just us this time. This is a chance to really make a difference. A huge difference!” Taehyung tries to convince him.

“If anything goes wrong-”

“Then Jungkook and I will get you out, no matter what, right?” Taehyung catches the youngest’s gaze and he nods. 

He looks around the group, adding. “Just like any other time. We can do this.”

“This is not like any other time,” Jimin whines. 

“We were almost arrested at the last protest.” Taehyung says bitterly. “They want us to be criminals so badly, so why don’t we?”

Hoseok crosses his arms. “You’re asking us to be a little more than criminals-” 

“I’m in.” Yoongi speaks first, surprising everyone.

“I’m in,” Seokjin adds immediately after, coughing. “I try not to hold people’s thoughts against them, but…” He looks around the room, “Taehyung’s right, The Mayor only cares about money, he’s not going to change his mind.”

Taehyung tries to hide his smile unsuccessfully. “They think they have all the power. But the six of us here? We have real power, we just have to be willing to use it against them.”

“You forget…RM…” Jimin adds.  “What if he gets involved?”

“Against all of us? Six against one? He’ll never see us coming!”

“But he’s a superhero,” Jungkook says with a mixture of awe and worry. “How are we supposed to beat him?”

“We’ll we’re– uh,” Taehyung falters. “We have super powers too, don’t we?” Taehyung sighs. “RM and The Mayor have control of this city, but they don’t know it like us, we’re in the streets every day.”

“What are you saying?”

Seokjin laughs quietly, breaking the silence, “...I’m not wearing a cape.”

Jungkook’s eyes widen, “You want us to be superheroes?”

“No,” Seokjin says, staring at Taehyung.

“No,” Taehyung says. “They’ll never see us as heroes.” He sighs, leaning back. 

Hoseok frowns. Jungkook nervously taps his foot and Yoongi crosses his arms. Jimin looks around the room at everyone’s solemn expressions and Seokjin laughs, breaking the tension.

“We’re going to be super-”

“-Villains.” Seokjin finishes. 

“I’ll be their villain. I’ll be, V.” Taehyung adds, “So will you help me?”

Seokjin tsks, “RM vs. V? I’ll put some money on that. But I guess first we’re gonna have to steal it.”

“Tell us your plan, then, V.” Hoseok crosses his arms.

“Yeah, V.” Jungkook chimes in, laughing. And everything goes back to normal for the time being.

-

“Hmmm.” You play with Jimin’s fingers, “Not super subtle, is it? And you all just agreed?”

“Yeah, we all agreed eventually, wouldn’t you?” he smiles.

You roll your eyes. Well knowing what you know now about The Mayor, it wasn’t even a question! But…

“You’re loyal,” you look at Jimin, watching as his eyes slowly shift colors. “I can respect that.” You add, “Do you ever regret it?”

“Hmm,” Jimin stretches, crossing his arms behind his head. “Nah. We all…had a difficult time growing up. Now I’m sleeping in the Mayor’s mansion with a pretty girl next to me,” he jokes. “Even if this all blows up in our faces, it was worth it.”

“You don’t mind the whole world seeing you as a ‘villain’?” you ask, trying to keep your own anxious feelings down.

“The people I love don’t see me like that.”

You frown. You wish you could say the same thing…

Jimin realizes his mistake. “We all think you’re pretty badass. I’m glad you’re on our side,” he soothes. “Listen…” He sighs, wondering if he should mention the superhero, eventually deciding to continue, “I think Namjoon will eventually-”

You scoff, “I don’t wanna talk about him, just...don’t let go.” You move closer into Jimin’s arms.

You didn’t want to think about Taehyung or Namjoon or anyone right now. You just wanted to be hugged.

-

“This is a panic room, not a lounge.”

“Well, you’re keeping me here like a damn prisoner, I thought I should play the part,” you dismiss, looking over the multiple camera displays with an idealistic hope you might catch a glimpse of your superhero in the sky.

“I brought in a private chef the other day-”

“I have work, you know-”

“You are always complaining about wanting a vacation!”

“Yeah, to like, The Bahamas!” you whine.

Taehyung sighs. You sigh even louder.

“How about this, I’ll take you out, I’ve been so busy with drafting proposals, I haven’t had a chance to get out either. We could go out for drinks?”

“Aren’t you worried about being recognized?”

Taehyung smiles.

-

You know Taehyung has to hold your hand so his powers could make you invisible too, but it still feels like his fingers interlocked with yours means something more…

You did however enjoy the feeling of weaving through bodies undetected, walking down the street together completely undetectable to the naked eye.

“How are you doing?” you ask him.

“I could do this all night,” he smiles, looking in your direction. You stifle a laugh. “Seriously, lately I haven’t had a chance to use my powers. Before, I used to be invisible all the time.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah, I felt more myself when I was.”

You guess you could relate in some ways. Growing up, you would avoid your powers like a plague, constantly afraid Namjoon would notice or that you might even lose control. But now that you freely use your powers, it feels like a relief, like you had been holding your breath all this time and you can finally fully breathe. 

You still have those anxious thoughts every now and then, but it’s gotten better the longer you’ve been around Taehyung’s group. 

“Saw that.”

“What?” you play coy, eating the fried dough you swiped from the food cart you and Taehyung just passed by. Taehyung sighs, stopping and pulling out some bills, dropping the money under the cart.

“Look at you,” you eye him, “Is this the same man who stole an entire suitcase full of jewelry?” you rib.

“That’s different, to someone like him, the value of losing a sale is worth more and I can afford to pay him.”

You stuff the remaining fried dough in your mouth. “Mhmm, not to that jeweler. Let’s go look at the lights!” You pull Taehyung along, running towards the water, a place in the city that has a nightly light display to music.

You want to get closer, but the crowd makes it impossible, it’s already hard enough to dodge people without causing a disturbance and freaking out the people around you. Taehyung holds you from behind as you reluctantly move further away to avoid suspicion. “Should I unmask us so you can see?”

“Hmm I could use my powers and-” You use your powers to defy gravity, as you and Taehyung’s body start to rise.

His grip around you tightens, “Ahh no no.”

You laugh, letting your powers waiver so your heels drop back down. “What, scared of flying?”

“Scared of heights,” Taehyung winces.

“Ooh, now I know one of your weaknesses,” you tease.

Taehyung scoffs, “Here, get that for me,” Taehyung gestures to a man standing close, looking at his hat, which at the precise moment blows away in the “wind.” You catch it easily as the man looks around for his missing hat. Taehyung thanks you and puts the cap on and pulls it down over his eyes before revealing himself and you.

“C’mon, let’s go.” He pulls you this time, guiding you into the crowd so you can see the lights better.

“Are you sure this is okay? What if someone recognizes you?” you whisper.

He leans in closer to you, head over your shoulder. “I’m not worried, I have a more than capable bodyguard right here.

You laugh, “Alright, if you say so,” you smile, letting him hug you from behind. This is the closest you and him have ever been, and even though you have the perfect view of the lights, it’s hard to pay attention with Taehyung wrapped around you so tightly, his hot breath hitting your cheek.

“You okay?” Of course Taehyung wouldn’t give you the luxury of ignoring your body’s traitorous responses. “Your heart is pounding.” His arms move up higher against your torso, pressing up against your breasts. “Excited?” he says teasingly.

“I haven’t seen the lights in awhile, so yeah,” you dismiss, turning your head upwards to the sky.

Taehyung chuckles, enjoying the moment. 

“Y/n, I like you,”  Taehyung whispers in your ear.

“Do you say that to all the girls that help you overthrow an election?”

“I liked you way before that.”

“Sure, you did,” you dismiss.

“Do you even remember when we were in school?”

“Of course I remember you.”

“No you really don’t. You were always too busy with Namjoon to notice anyone else.” Taehyung sighs. “Maybe you would have noticed I liked you then.”

“What? Don��t lie to me.”

“I did!” he defends himself, “You really don’t remember, do you?”

It was true Taehyung never bullied you like your other classmates, but he was just being kind, wasn’t he?

“You were like me, different. Even before our powers. And I liked the way you never backed down to others. I wanted to be like you. I tried to be your friend-”

“That’s not true,” you turn around, forgetting about the lights.

“Ask Jimin and Jungkook. Namjoon was like your human shield.” He runs his hand along your jawline. “And I was…not brave enough then,” he looks down.

Can you believe him? Back in school you remember Taehyung was well-liked and popular, a little eccentric sometimes and acted like a goofball with his friends, but… 

You try to think back to any interactions you might have had with him-

A group of popular girls had knocked your books out of your hands. You yelled at them as they had walked away laughing. You wanted desperately to throw them down the stairs with your powers, but you calmed yourself before acting rashly, knowing you probably would have miscalculated and fatally hurt one of them…as if they didn’t deserve it!

But before you could work yourself back up again, your classmate Taehyung came and picked up your books for you, apologizing on their behalf. 

God, you wish you could remember more. When you thought more about that day, you only remembered how Namjoon came bounding to you, worriedly looked you over, vowing to tell the teachers, which only made you hit him with your books before making him promise to let it go, cause no one liked a snitch!

Taehyung’s hand firm against your cheek brought your thoughts back into the moment, to his face so close to yours and his determined eyes staring down at you. You tried to find another memory, something to confirm his words, but you couldn’t. You felt glued to him in this moment, lost in his deep brown eyes, so pleadingly looking at you to believe him.

You feel so shocked you can’t move, even when his lips press against yours.

-FIVE DAYS LATER-

You and Jimin wore sunglasses and the same tight-fitted black suit, standing on both sides of the mind reader, you all really looked the part of Taehyung’s entourage.

“I’m not taking a bullet for that man,” you mutter under your breath at Yoongi, who pushes his sunglasses down to stare at you.

“I like you in a pant suit.”

“Yeah? Well cause I look better than all of you.”

“Not better than me!” Seokjin announces.

“That’s debatable,” Jimin laughs.

“Jimin, I would die for you!” You smile, and remembering security is supposed to be stoic, go back to glaring at anyone who looks in Taehyung’s direction.

There is so much controversy surrounding the bill now, every political figure is on high alert. Taehyung has to keep appearances, lest they suspect him.

“So what’s the tally now?” you ask Yoongi.

“He’s got one on a pretty damning domestic violence charge, his ex wife was all over social media accusing him, but RM finally got the DA to charge him...but he’s out on bail.”

“He can still work?!”

“Well yeah, he’s not convicted yet. Innocent until proven guilty!” Jin says sarcastically.

“What about the embezzlement guy?” Jimin asks. “The one all over the news now.”

“Oh we lost that one, looks you can beat your wife but not the feds.”

You groan. “And I guess I’m not allowed to hurt Mr. Wife Beater until the bill is passed?”

“Correct,” Taehyung says, looking over his shoulder at you. You roll your eyes.

“See you in a bit,” you whisper to Yoongi.

“See ya, don’t enjoy yourself too much,” he whispers back, hooking your pinkies together.

“Oh but I will,” you wink, teasing him before you, Jin, and Hoseok veer away from the group.

“I was kind of digging the pants suit,” you say as Hoseok hands you a backpack full of new clothes. The three of you are in one bathroom stall, changing into clothes that look less like security and more like Taehyung’s attire, a dress and suits fit for someone of elite status.

“If you peek I’ll know,” Jin says, unbuttoning his shirt.

You turn your back to him, doing the same. “Not interested,” you scoff.

“That’s a lie,” Jin says.

“Okay, human lie detector,” you groan, unbuttoning your pants.

Hoseok’s bare shoulder rubs against your naked body as he pulls on a new pair of pants.

“Hoseok, please control your thoughts,” Jin whines.

“What?” Hoseok squeaks as you step into your dress.

“Can you zip it up for me?” you turn around. Hoseok’s suit is white, a relaxed loose fit that looks perfect on him. Seokjin’s suit is devilishly red, buttoned tight around his waist, showing off his lean and tall frame. It makes perfect sense to you, their choices, an angel and devil, who would you choose to listen to tonight?

“W-Where are your clothes!”

“What do you mean?” you look down at your own dress, long, black and velvet, with sheer detailing, and a very very very high slit.

“It’s see through!”

“Whatever, it’s covering the important bits.” You fasten a diamond necklace around your neck and decide you will not be returning this ensemble to Taehyung at the end of the night. “Zip it!” Jin does it for you, teasingly slow, of course, that devil.

“Ready to play your parts?” Jin asks. You and Hoseok both nod and then you scatter into the crowd inside the art museum.

The life of the party. Hoseok chats everyone up, learning who is who, and who the important people are. Of course there is Mayor Kim tonight, a fan of art, visiting the city Museum during its charity event. There is a slew of socialites, daughters of rich men, flirting and offering Hoseok their thoughts on the artist. There is a high profile collector in attendance, and a lastly, a few lovers of art, who would have guessed?

The gaucho. Jin is loud, condescending, the worst kind of art critic. Oh, you haven’t heard of him? That sounds like a you problem. He’s the type that can sway a whole crowd with his views. A pat on the back, to look at the piece again, and suddenly they can see it too. He strategically thins the crowds around certain art pieces.

And you are, the provocateur.

“Joon!” The challenge. He looks cute, so out of place in his sweater and long coat, but somehow fitting in perfectly between the art pieces.

“Y/n, w-what are you doing here?”

“Oh, well...” you move to his side, hooking your arm under his, “I am...going to steal that,” you nod to the large art piece against the farthest wall.

Namjoon scans the area, seeing if anyone heard you. “You’re being serious?” he says in disbelief, “Are you insane? Do you think I’m going to let you?”

You lean against him. “No,” you smile. “I intend to steal it and get caught doing it. It’s a fake, Namjoon,“ you whisper, laughing, as if it were obvious.

“What?” he peers over at the painting, holding himself back from getting closer. “How can you tell?”

“Well you can’t really, that’s the point. Which I guess begs the question, what makes that one so worthless?”

“The original holds the artist’s idea...” You two walk around the room, looking at another art piece. “It just can’t be compared.”

“But, if the copy is flawless in every way, the effort it took to paint is still there...the brush strokes, the paint, the time, all add up. Yet the original is just...always better? You can’t even tell the difference!”

“The artist who painted it can tell.”

“The artist is dead, and you know what? I bet he couldn’t, I bet I could convince him that that one was the original, just like everyone else here is convinced.”

“Then it’s selling a lie.”

“So you agree then, I should take it? Expose the truth!” you tease.

“Where’s the real one?” Namjoon asks, ignoring your question with one of his own.

“Probably in some old guy’s home collecting dust and being used to launder money. Taehyung wants to expose the fake and the art gallery’s shady dealings, maybe even get the original back...”

“Why would he go to all this trouble?”

“That’s just his style,” you joke. “You should know by now. So will you let me steal it?”

“How do I know you just didn’t make all this up right now?”

You sigh. “I guess we can’t all have Jin’s assuredness, huh?”

“Yeah,” Namjoon frowns, watching the man in question walk to another painting with a large crowd in tow, ready to hear his thoughts on the next piece.

“Well, I’m still stealing it,” you declare. “But we have time until then, so want to show me around? Or leave me to my own evil devices?” you tease, “Or take me someplace where we can be alone?” you bite you lip, eyeing him up and down.

Namjoon swallows, trying to think of anything other than the way your body is so on display in your sheer dress, your curves rivaling the beauty of the three dimensional art pieces around you. He tries not to think about you in his arms, twisting you as he pleases, the translucent nylon stretching and showing more of you until he forgets to breathe. “Why do I get the feeling you are trying to distract me?”

“Well it’s true I want all your attention,” you stare at him, daring him to look away. “I have to remind you though, now that I told you, if you do let me steal it...you’ll be an accomplice.”

Namjoon laughs a little too loud and people stare at the pair of you.

“Joon...” you say softly, “I miss you.”

“You have lots of friends now to keep you company.” He fixes the gems of your necklace, fingers lingering on your cheek. “Which one of them stole this for you?”

You resist the urge to frown and roll your eyes, turning to the still life painting in front of you instead. “Go ahead and confiscate it if you want, might as well take the dress off of me too,” you challenge.

Namjoon drags you to the next art piece, defiantly silent.

“I hoped you might have felt the same,” you sigh, “I guess that’s stupid of me, to hope you missed me too.”

Namjoon clenches his jaw, eyes focused on the large painting. “You know how I feel about you-”

“I don’t know,” you argue, wanting to hear him say it.

“What I feel doesn’t matter, actions matter.”

Goddamn him. “I don’t want to argue with you tonight. Can’t we enjoy the art, like we used to?”

“The red lines in this painting, notice how you can follow through to this one, and this?”

You nod, holding his arm tighter. He pulls you closer to the last painting, turning your body to look at all three, so you can see how the overlapping lines connect across each piece. “Red for blood, representing the strings of fate.” Namjoon’s arm naturally wraps around your waist, his jaw against your cheek as he gently guides your eye line. 

“You see all that?” you smile, you could listen to him pick apart art all day long.

Namjoon’s finger taps the plaque next to you, titled “Moirai.” The three fates. You tilt your head to look behind you, where his frame towers. His eyes sparkle with passion for the art. You think it’s the art, but your heart hopes it’s something more...

“I…want to kiss you so badly...”

Namjoon looks at you, his heart jumping in his chest-

“There you are! I was wondering where you went off to. You don't mind if I steal your friend away, right?”

Taehyung. This was not part of the plan!

Cameras are suddenly around you, a handful of photographers that have been shadowing The Mayor. Namjoon has no choice but to offer him a tight lipped smile, nodding. “She’s all yours, for now,” he adds under his breath.

Taehyung holds his hand out to you and you don’t miss a beat, placing your fingers in his palm. He kisses your knuckles and the cameras love it, a dozen flashes going off in unison.

“You look familiar. Have we met before?” Mayor Kim addresses Namjoon. Taehyung is clearly out for blood, playing coy and using his status against him.

“Namjoon is an art history expert,” you say proudly, “and he is a collector of art!”

“No I am not,” Namjoon mutters, ears reddening.

“You are!” you still remember how he saved up for months to buy a particular painting he adored. When he first moved in, you helped him frame all the drawings he has collected over the years. “His home looks like an art gallery.”

“Ahhh,” Taehyung fakes intrigue. “One more photo, guys!” He turns to the cameras, “Please, let me have some time to myself to enjoy...the art,” he grins in your direction.

Taehyung pulls you to his side, and you’re forced to fake a smile for the cameras, the flashes nearly blinding you. How does Taehyung do this all the time, and seem to enjoy it?

Taehyung smiles wide. His arm is over your shoulder, fingers tickling your arm. Cameras flash.

His arm moves lower, stopping around your waist. Flash. He quickly pulls you closer, turns his head and nuzzles your neck. Flash. You can’t help but giggle uncontrollably and cameras flash two times faster. Flash Flash Flash. You’re going to have to have a talk with Yoongi to make sure none of those photos end up online.

“She’s beautiful, isn’t she?” Taehyung says after photographers have scurried away. He peers over at Namjoon who has managed to keep himself from ripping Taehyung's arms off of you up until this point, his restraint now wavering to dangerous levels.

Namjoon nods in agreement, staring at you as you become increasingly more uncomfortable with whatever game Taehyung is playing. “Mayor Kim, have you been drinking?”

“Yes, there’s an open bar,” he reminds you, “but I am still more than capable of-” he turns to Namjoon, whispering, “stealing that painting.”

You step in between both men as Namjoon advances, running into Namjoon’s arms instead before The Mayor’s security descends. You hadn’t expected Namjoon to wrap his arms around you. “I would love that. I would love for you to try, instead of making my friend act like a criminal.”

Taehyung tilts his head at the pair of you, “It’s no act.”

“Joon, show me your favorite art piece here, will you?” You try to move the headstrong pair away from each other.

Namjoon looks between you and the Mayor. He can’t figure it out, the plan you have both concocted, and it is infuriating. “And what if I leave and take you with me right now.” He interlocks his arms around your frame, looking at you, testing your reaction. You want to tell him to take you, more than anything-

“Hmm I’d let you have her for tonight to keep you out of my hair.”

“Taehyung!” you hiss as Namjoon pushes against you to get closer to the Mayor, a huge mistake that has what’s left of his security coming to stop Joon. Why is he ruining his own goddamn plan?! Unless...

“Is there a problem, Sir?” Jimin speaks up, halting your argument. You glare at-

The mastermind. It was all Taehyung’s idea to do this. Even though Taehyung had an appreciation for the craftmanship of modern art, he despised the art scene, the overinflated prices, the elitism of it all, the very culture often being critiqued gathering together to inflate their own egos rather than to show any real appreciation for what it took to create such magnificence. Which is why Taehyung wanted to expose all of it for the sham it was. And, perhaps, get the real art piece somewhere where it will be appreciated, like in his study...

But the plan was to distract Namjoon while the others work to switch the original with a fake, not piss him off so much he was going to get you all kicked out before you could do anything!

There was something Taehyung was keeping from you...

Is there no honor amongst thieves?!

“Yes, Jimin, can you please escort Mr...Kim Namjoon, was it? Mr. Kim Namjoon out before he does something he regrets.”

“No. No!” You hold onto Namjoon. You didn’t want your time with him to be cut so short.

“Don’t make a scene, darling.” Taehyung pulls you to him quickly.

“You’re the one making a fucking scene,” you whisper, unwilling to part from Joon, wanting to cry at this unfair treatment. You knew how much Namjoon loved art and how much he wanted to be here.

Namjoon watched as you abated your breath and held in your tears, and the sight kept him from charging through security to get to Taehyung, even when the young politician put his arm around your shoulder arrogantly.

“I’ll be back…as RM,” he threatens.

“We’re counting on it,” Taehyung smiles.

-

“Why would you do that? We said he would stay!”

“He has to believe it. That’s the plan, right, my damsel?”

“He will,” you swallow, worried you’ve gone too far. No…this will work. Even though you have a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach over Taehyung’s enthusiastic cooperation.

“And will you give me some damn space?” you threaten, acutely aware of how Taehyung has himself pressed up against you, leaning into you like a lover would.

He wraps his arms around your waist. “Do you have any idea how hot you look right now?”

“You really are drunk, aren’t you?”

Taehyung chuckles, head knocking into yours. “I want to kiss you.”

You look around, surprised no one has noticed his antics. “You’re going to kiss me? In front of all these people and cameras?” you laugh.

“No. Because,” he holds your waist tightly, “They don’t see us.” He moves you closer to a vase on display. You peer down at the shiny surface, your reflections missing. “They haven’t for awhile now.”

“Huh? Damn, I didn’t even notice.”

“It’s nice right? We could do anything we wanted, and they wouldn’t know.” He moves you further away from the crowds. “I could kiss you...I fuck you right here, and they wouldn’t be the wiser,” he teases, “That is...if you can keep quiet.” You wore the perfect outfit, his hand travels down to your exposed thigh.

“You drunken idiot.”

“If I kiss you, would you stop me?”

“Find out,” you challenge.

“The mission first.” He pulls away from you. You realize your hand had absentmindedly snaked its way around Taehyung’s neck when he removes it and places your palm on the wall next to you.

“You’re giving me mixed signals, Mayor.”

“Knock down all the paintings on this wall.”

You sigh, running your finger along the wall. “Fine.” The row of paintings fall when you point down earning frightened yelps from those in attendance who are closest.

“You could destroy this whole museum without even trying,” he whispers, shamelessly eyeing you up and down. “So fucking hot.”

Taehyung holds your shoulders, pushing you against the newly bare museum wall and then kisses you, devouring your lips so roughly your head knocks against it, hands wrapping back around your waist until you’re pressed so tightly together you’re melting into his embrace and Taehyung knows you’ve stopped thinking about your damned superhero. 

The remaining three walls suddenly become bare when Taehyung presses his knee up between your legs. “Shit,” you manage to calm yourself down as the Museum’s curator goes into hysterics.

Taehyung doesn’t seem to mind, his head buried in your neck. Everyone is ushered into the adjoining room. “We should help,” you stutter.

“They got it handled, isn’t this more fun?”

Once the room is cleared, only staff remain, frantically trying to figure out what to do. That’s when you see him, the wide eyed teleporter in a fancy black suit similar to other staff members. He works quickly and discreetly, switching out real paintings with fakes. Everyone was so tense and focused on their task, no one even noticed the slight changes in his stance. You watched mesmerized, watching Jungkook work was like watching a video skipping frames, a real time glitch in person.

“How many originals are you taking?”

“What if I took all of them?” he smirks.

You roll your eyes. It is true that there have been shady dealings, but Taehyung hadn’t quite figured out which paintings were fakes, his solution? Steal them all, make them all forgeries.

“He’s lurking outside of the South entrance.” You can feel Namjoon, it is…nice to think about him. Sometimes you wonder if he can sense when you do this, if he can feel your presence as if you were holding him. “Now?” you ask Taehyung, ready for action.

“No, change of plans-”

“What?” you hiss.

“Relax, you’ll still get what you want-”

“You know I don’t like being left out!”

“Ohoho, when you begged me to leave the others out of-”

You grab a nice chunk of Taehyung’s hair and yank. “That is different.”

“Yes, yes, it’s different...” You watch his Adam’s apple jump up as he swallows, his long neck outstetched and very enticing to lick, the sight makes you lessen your grip only slightly.

“What change?”

“Sorry love, we won’t be stealing anything-”

Taehyung has to be joking. You made a deal and if Taehyung goes back on it now, you’ll make him regret everything. “I have to get arrested-”

“Oh you definitely will.” You frown because he’s not making any sense.

“I know you hate it when we drag you into our politics. If I told you everything you were just going to be a brat about it,” he says. You blink, taking a deep breath, disappointed and annoyed. “It will still have the same effect! When they clean the paintings they’ll realize they are fakes.”

Huh? You groan, you reliaze exactly what Taehyung...no, V and the rest of those ecoterrorists want to do. “This new plan is fucking lame. You know this kind of shit goes right over people’s heads?” You have heard of this happening to other museums. Defacing art in the name of the environment definitely gets people talking, but you have to wonder if it actually changes minds?

“As long as they are talking about it, it keeps my clean energy proposal relevant, that’s what matters. If anything my proposal will look so much more reasonable in comparison, don't you think? Hoseok will do all the talking, you just have to make sure your aim hits.”

“I’m tired of being used as a pawn.” You glare at him, and then against his will, his fingers move of your own accord.

“Not a pawn,” Taehyung grunts, unsuccessfully fighting against your powers. “You’re a Queen…a Queen...”

“Queen huh,” Taehyung’s body goes rigid as he moves against his own will.

His head rests on your shoulder, then in between your breasts, moving down the front of your body, falling to his knees, head resting against your hip bone. This kind of tortuous play Taehyung could get used to.

You notice Mr. Art Critic and double agent 006 sense in the art curator’s ear, no doubt whispering persuasive white lies to further the plan along. Eventually you’ll move to the other room, where everyone left will be the perfect captive audience.

You could have sworn Seokjin looked right at you at one point, as if he can see you and his friend kneeling at your feet.

You lean against the wall, letting your anger subside. Eventually, you allow Taehyung to look up at you.

Sometimes you wondered who you were looking at, which version of Taehyung was staring back at you. This kind of occupation fractured people, or perhaps you all became broken that night in the forest, who you were supposed to be and who you became were shattered fragments held together by unimaginable power.

You run your hand through his hair, fixing the strands you messed up back in place. “You’re very frustrating.”

“Have I ever not given you what you wanted? This plan will work, you’ll get your white knight back as a black knight.”

You swallow, your will to fight against Taehyung diminishing less and less until you let go of your mind hold on him all together.

This little plan of yours might be drastic, but the gentle approach when dealing with RM never works. But unlike Taehyung, you don’t need Namjoon to turn dark, just...understand you. You can do this, play this game you and Taehyung have set up. You just have to push Joon just a bit, but not let him be captured by your side. A Queen can move anywhere across the board after all, the Queen is more powerful than the King.

“You don’t have to stay on your knees,” you eye the very handsome man caressing your legs.

“We have plenty of time,” Taehyung’s lips graze your exposed thigh.

“Fuck,” you murmur, looking around. No one even looks in your direction. You look down at the man in between your legs, so willing to stay on his knees for you. You should focus on the mission. You need to make yourself available, but all you could focus on were the small electrical currents of pleasure caused by Taehyung’s slow and determined caresses.

His fingers are a shock to your system when he drags his hand under your dress, pressing into your heat suddenly.

This is the last time, the last time Taehyung will have any power over you.

You hoped. 

---

“RM, hey! My kid’s a big fan, do you think I can get an autograph.”

“Err yeah sure, what’s going on-”

“Can I get an autograph too?”

“Did I say you could speak? Shut your goddamn mouth,” the officer yells at you and you pout, flinching when he reaches for you.

“What happened? The museum, there was an event, right?” Namjoon tries to remain calm, grabbing the officer’s attention again, purposely making sure he doesn’t touch you. Namjoon had been preoccupied, distracted by an accident that had nothing to do with your plans but worked in your favor, a family that needed urgent medical attention after a car crash, as RM was quicker than any ambulance and stronger than the jaws of life, he saved them just in time.

“These two lunatics crashed it.” He gestures to you and Hoseok, sitting handcuffed on the ground, your dress torn at the slit and across the collar at your resisted arrest and Hoseok with a busted lip. “Not only that, once they realized they were cornered they defaced everything with paint-”

“It was actually gazpacho,” you interject.

“Yeah yeah, and that’s called a felony charge,” he reminds you and you roll your eyes. “His name is Daniel, you can put Danny, he’d love that.” He hands Namjoon a piece of paper. “You can take this one,” he tells his partner, pointing at Hoseok, “I’ll take her in.”

The officer looks down at you, eyes zoning in on your cleavage, and Hoseok makes himself heavy on purpose when his partner grabs at him, unwilling to leave you alone. You try to wrap your legs around his calf when he is pulled away, neither of you able to grab on to each other with your hands handcuffed.

“Goddammit!” the officer yanks you up by the elbow causing you to cry out in pain. Namjoon holds you up, unable to stop himself from interfering.  “Don’t worry, RM, I got it handled,” the officer says, trying to grab you again. “That’s two counts resisting arrest already,” he yells in your ear,  “Do you want to add a third?!”

“Why yes, officer, I would,” you mock, trying to twist your arm out of his hold.

You scream as he pushes you against the side of his patrol car.

Namjoon’s chest feels tight, his teeth hurting from how hard he’s clenching his jaw. 

Again RM steps in, “Shouldn’t you be more gentle on her-”

“She’s overreacting, these girls love to cry crocodile tears, don’t fall for it,” he dismisses. You cry louder, rattling the superhero to his core.

The officer shoves you in the back of his vehicle, slamming the door shut, and you stomp your heel into his window, cracking it on impact, something that should have been physically impossible to do on bullet proof glass, but remarkably easy with your powers.

“What the hell! Crazy bitch,” he mutters under his breath. “That's another charge! Vandalism to a police vehicle!” he bangs on the window with his fist, cursing.

“I should go with you, in case something goes wrong,” Namjoon hands back his hastily scribbled signature.

“What could go wrong?” he laughs. “Nah, it’s gonna take me some time,” Namjoon tries not to think the worst when the officer mumbles out a convoluted excuse, “Anyways, you can fly! What wouldn’t I give to be able to fly-”

“I’ll follow behind your car.”

“You don’t have to do that,” he says curtly. “Like I said, we’re good here, RM. You wouldn’t want people to suspect anything like tampering with police proceedings, right?” The officer makes it a point to emphasize his thinly veiled threat. You sit up when he starts the car, looking at the superhero with pleading eyes.

Of course Namjoon followed you.

The superhero stayed high in the air, right above the police cruiser.

Namjoon knew you could get out of this. So why weren’t you! You were really going to let yourself get caught just like you told him? Fuck, why were you letting it really happen?

Namjoon, an annual pass holder to the museum, had built a nice friendship with many of the older women curators as such a regular visitor. So they would sometimes offer him discounted tickets on nights like tonight where he could get to see newly curated artwork before the general public, an opportunity the art enthusiast could rarely pass up on, even if the tickets did cost a small fortune.

Namjoon had, however, not anticipated this kind of event would be taken over by V and he surely had not expected the sight of you. But you had a knack for dropping back into his life and leaving him reeling. You had a knack for confusing him too, making him question himself and his actions over and over again, and all those agonizing questions he had were about to be answered...

-

Namjoon tails the police cruiser turns down an alley, watching as the headlights turns off and the engine stops as he parks.

You could escape now, it would be the perfect time, Namjoon thinks. The driver door opens and the officer circles the vehicle, pulling out his firearm.

You need to escape, you have to. This wasn’t about the paintings anymore, this was wrong. 

Jungkook was going to come, right? Hop you away from punishment like he always did. Where was he? Or any one of them? 

They should be protecting you! Namjoon didn’t think he could despise V any more, but the fact that he couldn’t even properly safeguard you when his plans went awry made Namjoon’s blood boil.

Yet, he found himself desperately wishing Taehyung would reveal himself.

Right now. Right now!

Namjoon clenches his fist.

He watches as the officer opens the back door, pistol aimed right at you, crawling into the backseat and on top of you.

---

You wash Namjoon’s hands under cold water silently until the bleeding stops.

“I was going to kill him.”

“No, you weren’t,” you remind him, holding his hand as you work to heal his knuckles. 

“If you hadn’t stopped me-”

“I didn’t do much,” you laugh solemnly.

“I should...turn myself in,” Namjoon says dejectedly.

“Are you crazy? So you can go to jail with every criminal you put away?! Everyone will know your identity, what if they go after your family- No, if you even dare try something so stupid, then I’ll…run a rampage in the city!” you threaten, serious even if it sounded ridiculous.

Namjoon looks up at you, eyes softening. “We have to tell the Chief of Police. They should know…what he was going to do to you…” Namjoon couldn’t even say it, disgusted all over again, his anger rising.

“You saved me before he did,” you mumble. “They protect their own, you know that,” you sigh, “If we do that I’ll just end up getting arrested again, probably by one of his friends. Don’t worry, Joon. Jin will get to him, alter his memories so we don’t have to deal with them again, he’s gotten pretty good at it.”

Seokjin...Namjoon felt a bitter taste in his mouth that it was Jin who was going to deal with that bastard and not himself. You can see the torment raging in his eyes.

“Why didn’t you...do something?”

You flick him on the forehead. “You know, if I didn’t have my powers-”

“You do, you do! You could have-”

“What? Escaped? Were you planning on capturing me to hand me over to the police yourself?” you try to lighten the mood.

Joon rests his head on your shoulder. “...I would have let you go.” Namjoon scoffs, sighing. “You...weaken me. I was going to kill him, I-I still...” Namjoon has to calm down, he has to be better. But all he could think about was seeing that officer over you, rage filling inside him so quickly he reacted before even thinking. He yanked the door off its hinges and grabbed the officer with all intent to stop him from ever doing that to anyone ever again. 

There was so much blood.

You lean your head against his. “I’m sorry. The way things are…going against them, it doesn't make you a bad person. Sometimes justice is unlawful…”

Namjoon didn’t know what to say.

“Joon?”

“Yeah?”

You pause. “Now…can you try to understand…why…I…” you take a deep breath, “...why I killed The Mayor? He was going to do something…horrible to you. How could I not protect you? Can’t you forgive me? Please?”

“And everything else you’ve done since then?” Namjoon can’t meet your eyes, clenching his jaw. 

“I admit, yes, I’ve made some…bad decisions since then. Killing the Mayor was not one of them.”

You admitted your wrongdoings, that was something Namjoon could cling to for now. “You can use my shower, to clean up.” he whispers, looking down at your torn dress. “I’ll bring you one of my shirts.”

“Can I ask a um favor?” You look around his small bathroom, thinking about the last time you had been in his home, feeling the pain in your chest become sharper. 

“I don’t want him to be the last person who kissed me, so-” Namjoon pounds his fist on the bathroom sink, breaking the marble. “Yah!” You grab his hand again. “I just fixed your hand!”

He hugs you close to him, letting the scent of you calm him down. The smell of your hair, the remnants of your lotion, even the salty scent of your unwashed skin, he likes. He almost resists when you pull his head away, not wanting to stop breathing you in.

He looks into your pleading eyes, your awaiting lips, your abated breath, you have always been his weakness.

His mouth captures yours, letting his lips mold together with yours. You pull him in closer, wrapping your arms around his neck as he lifts you up into his arms. 

“Don’t stop, please,” you say desperately, wrapping your legs around his torso, reaching for the shower curtain and pulling it open.

He steps inside the bath as you attempt to unzip the back of your torn dress. Namjoon lets you stand, helping you pull the tight dress off your shoulders. You run your lips across his neck, kissing his jaw, his cheek, any part of him you could reach, needing to leave your mark on him.

The water runs red as the showerhead washes the blood off RM’s suit. You reach around his back, removing the offending material. Namjoon kisses your exposed shoulder, the warm water relaxing his tense muscles. He wishes he could forget tonight and remember only this moment with you. 

The more he touches you, the quicker the hopeless feeling in the pit of his stomach is replaced with a desperate ache to have you. Your soft moans extinguish the white hot anger inside of him, simmering it down so he can only feel the heat of your bodies, the steam of the shower and the wetness of your slick mixed with water. 

He caresses your skin, memorizing the lines of your face and the fullness of your cheeks, the specks in your irises. It's been too long, he curses his forgetfulness.  

“Joon?” you look at him worriedly, he looks like he’s about to cry, and you can’t be sure he wasn’t already, wondering if the shower water running down his face might be concealing his tears.

You should feel guilty, you should feel ashamed, but fuck...he’s here with you, you have him, Namjoon was what really made you feel less broken. But if you were breaking him in the process...Fuck, fuck! You’ll find a way to fix it!

He crashes his lips against yours once again, refusing to let you go until you’re both gasping for air.

You laugh when he slips, using your powers to catch him and press his body to yours.

He hikes up your leg, moving quickly, needy and desperate, with an urgency like he needs to prove something to you, to himself. He holds you too tight, ruts into you so hard, fingers digging into your legs painfully, crushing you against tile.

You grind your teeth, keeping your mewls silent as his thick cock stretches you out. He pulls you closer to him, thrusting in so deep and hard you know you’re going to be sore, and you want it to never end.

You hold onto his shoulders, nails digging into his back, hoping you’ll leave marks, something that will make him think of this moment and want you all over again.

You lean your head back, pull him in by the neck, leading his mouth to your throat, tightening against him when he sucks on the sensitive skin under your jaw.

It feels too good, it feels too right, you quiet your worries, you silence your doubts, hold him tighter.

He’s close, you can feel him swell inside you, his head bumping into yours as his rhythm picks up. You moan out his name encouragingly, wanting more.

You’re shivering and feverish all at once, chasing your release with him, goosebumps blooming over your wet skin, the aching inside your chest turning into molten lava, flowing straight down and spreading warmth across your stomach, the place your bodies connect throbbing until you can’t think straight.

You snap into a million burning sparks, all ignited by Namjoon.

He slips again, falling with you. 

“You’re so clumsy,” you smile, holding your bodies up a few centimeters above Namjoon’s tub as the superhero catches his breath, head buried in your neck, his body tightly wrapped around yours.

---

“Y/n!” Seokjin runs to you first, “Are you okay?! What happened?!” He grabs your head, running through your thoughts.

“W-Well…” Aish, you did not want to remember all of that! And you felt a little embarrassed as the rest of the night replayed in your head. Seokjin doesn’t seem too angry or bothered, hugging you close.

“You weren’t there. And the scene we found was…” Jin falters, “troublesome.” 

“Jin went a little ballistic,” Jungkook adds, hugging you next. “We all thought something terrible happened to you.”

“His thoughts…I could barely make sense of them, he seemed to have suffered some brain damage. I thought he…never mind.” 

Hoseok hugs you next. He notices the bruises on your legs, “Shit, he fucking hurt you.” 

“I’m fine! I’m fine,” you stutter, glancing over to Jin who stays quiet, thankfully not outing what really happened to you. “I’ll fix that, okay?” You wince at his busted lip. “Sorry for disappearing,” you say sheepishly, “Were you able to ‘change’ his mind?”

“Well, I don’t think he is going to be doing much on the police force…or much of anything.”

“Damn, what did you do?!”

Seokjin stays uncharacteristically silent. “The guy wouldn’t stop screaming, and Jin wouldn’t let go of him,” Jungkook speaks up. “Taehyung wants me to take you to him. He said as soon as you came back-”

“I can’t go right now. I have to heal Hoseok and also, I don't want to,” you add.

“She’s not going,” Yoongi says, holding your cheek as he looks you over. Jungkook has no choice but to relent.

“I’m fine, nothing actually happened-”

“I watched the cameras...the way RM reacted...Jin was pretty convinced-”

“You think I can’t handle some creep? There was no way he was going to get away with that, okay? So don’t look at me like that…please, it makes me feel pathetic,” you whine, running your hand over his furrowed brow. 

“We have another problem,” Yoongi says, pulling your hand away. 

He holds up his phone. “Oh what the fuck.” 

“It’s every trending topic on local news.”

Fuck! You knew you forgot something. Pictures of Taehyung and you were reposted over and over, with headlines like, ‘The Mayor’s Mysterious New Girlfriend.’ Even pictures of you together at night looking at the lights…

Oh no…

Yoongi scrolls through blurry pictures of you kissing Taehyung. 

Oh shit…

“Can’t you erase it?!”

“If it had been only one or two sites, maybe. Now that it's all over the net, it's impossible.”

“I am not ‘The Mayor’s girlfriend,’” you plead to Yoongi.

But it had always been the plan. Yoongi knew it had always been what Taehyung wanted, but it didn’t make it hurt any less. “You look good together.”

“No we don't! I can’t stand him, I don’t like him, Yoongi.” You wanted to say you liked him instead, but the words caught in your throat at his next question.

“And Namjoon?”

“What?”

“Where were you all night?”

You keep your mouth shut tightly, looking away.

“When Seokjin said Namjoon took you, I was relieved. After what happened to you, I knew you would want to be with Joon most of all. Still, I was hoping you might come back. I was hoping I could have been enough,” he holds your cheek one last time.

You want to scream and cry, ask Yoongi for forgiveness, but you knew you didn’t deserve it. Even ‘I’m sorry’ feels like a hollow gesture. “Don’t look at me like that,” he sighs, mustering up a smile, “It makes me feel pathetic.”

-

‘Vandals Escape after Destroying Museum Full of Art.’

‘Art Under Attack! Environmentalists Ask What is Worth More, Your Future or Your Art?

‘Mysterious Crater found on City Outskirts, Aliens?’

‘Art Gallery Embroiled in Forgery Allegations.’

‘Controversial Energy Bill Set to be Approved.’

‘Mayor Kim’s Mysterious First Lady.’

“When asked about the ‘new woman’ in his life, Mayor Kim acts impartial for the first time in his political career. Though, he hints they may be more than an item, adding next election there might be a first lady by his side.” You read the article to Taehyung, fuming. “Why in the hell would you say something like that? I am never going to be your girlfriend, in fact, I am beginning to despise you.” You want to throw your phone at Taehyung’s head. 

Taehyung crosses his arms, leaning back on his office chair. “I just need you for a couple public appearances here and there, it’s not the end of the world to be seen with me, you know.”

“No-”

“You owe me,” he lowers his voice, anger contained to the few slowly spoken syllables. 

“This is not what I had in mind,” you argue, surprised at his demeanor.

“No, but it is what I want. I gave you what you wanted, didn’t I? You even have my friends worrying about you. Did you enjoy all the attention?”

“Fuck you. It wasn’t like that.”

“I’m not judging! I’m impressed. Your twisted plan worked. You even turned me into the bad guy, everyone is still mad at me for what happened to you,” he says, clicking his tongue. For the first time in years Taehyung feels the tight bonds around his friendships loosening and he doesn’t like it at all. 

Intentionally or not, you had weaved yourself in their lives, loosened the strings yourself. It was your fault and he was going to tie you to him one way or another, and he was going to make it suffocatingly tight, make you depend on him to breathe.

“You are the bad guy,” you whisper.

“Yeah…” he puts his hands in his pockets, looking down at you. “You’re really evil, then. Don’t you think we’d make the perfect pair?” It’s not in a teasing manner. He’s serious. He doesn’t shy away from you, only watches you slowly fall apart in front of him.

Tahyung’s happy encouraging smile makes your insides twist. You ruined a man. In your opinion, he dug his own grave, but you gave him the shovel, placed him atop his plot. But he did it! So why did you feel so dirty?

Were you really the evil one?

Taehyung thought so. The way he looks at you, relishing in the fact you did something so twisted, it makes your skin crawl. Maybe you were where you should be, in the dirt, in Taehyung’s arms.

“I changed the plan for you, y/n. I would do anything for you.”

“No...you knew this would happen, that’s why you let me go with Joon, right?” Fuck, it had been your idea, so why did it not feel like you had any control?

His lips on the crook of your neck made you feel helpless. 

When Taehyung explained the plan to you, you saw an opportunity. Steal the paintings, get arrested, escape before reaching the police station. Taehyung told you Namjoon would be in attendance.

Taehyung wanted you to distract him. You resented becoming the decoy. You asked the question, “What if RM becomes my escape?” It intrigued Taehyung, so you continued. Taehyung hated RM’s annoying altruism, you also wanted Namjoon to make a selfish decision, one for you, two birds struck with one stone. “Find me a cop with a history...”

You were never in any real danger, you could have stopped him yourself easily, but you begged Taehyung to make sure the others left you alone. He made them believe it was his mistake, a miscommunication between him and you. 

You knew Namjoon would free you if he had a good reason. Was it so bad to want him to see how not everything can be solved by the books? If he could just understand that, understand where you were coming from…

Hoseok was hurt because of you, you still feel guilty about it. Namjoon and Seokjin almost killed a man because of you! Sure, that man ultimately decided to abuse his power over you, but you egged him on in the back seat, did everything you could to make him snap. You wanted him to snap.

You wanted destruction.

And perhaps some part of you deep, deep down wanted Namjoon to kill for you like you did for him. You just missed him so damn much, felt so small and unsure of your place in his heart. But in the end you stopped him, you couldn’t let him become like you, ignoring that horribleness growing inside of you.  

“Night events only,” you concede. Grabbing him by the collar, you add, “Don’t expect me to be on your damn campaign trail.”

V smirks. “That’s my girl.”

---

IT'S GETTING MESSY. Team V or Team RM?

[weishenbwi]

Write a story about serial killer Jeon Jungkook and detective Kim Taehyung. Jungkook has tattoos and piercings and is a yandere. Taehyung is trying to solve the murders.

Jeon Jungkook was a man of contradictions. On the one hand, he was a successful businessman with a charming smile and a magnetic personality that made him the life of the party. But on the other hand, he was also a yandere, consumed by a dangerous obsession with a woman he believed was his true love. This obsession led him down a dark path, one that involved multiple murders and a trail of blood that led straight to his doorstep.

Detective Kim Taehyung was assigned to the case, and he was determined to bring the killer to justice. He had heard about Jungkook's tattoos and piercings, but he didn't think they would have any bearing on the case. After all, a killer was a killer, regardless of their appearance.

As Taehyung delved deeper into the investigation, however, he began to realize that Jungkook's tattoos and piercings were more than just a fashion statement. They were a part of his persona, a way for him to assert his dominance over his victims and to intimidate anyone who might try to stop him.

Taehyung spent long hours poring over crime scene photos and interviewing witnesses, trying to piece together a profile of the killer. He discovered that Jungkook had a pattern - he always targeted women who resembled his lost love, and he always left behind a distinctive mark, a symbol that he had tattooed on his own body.

With this knowledge, Taehyung began to close in on Jungkook. He tracked him to his lavish penthouse apartment, where he found evidence linking him to the murders. But when he confronted Jungkook, the killer was ready for him.

Jungkook lunged at Taehyung, his tattoos and piercings gleaming in the dim light. Taehyung fought back, his heart pounding in his chest as he struggled to subdue the killer. In the end, he emerged victorious, and Jungkook was taken into custody.

As Taehyung walked away from the scene, his mind was racing with thoughts of what could have been. If he had been just a little bit slower, just a little bit less skilled, Jungkook could have taken him down. But he didn't dwell on those thoughts for long. He had a job to do, and he was damn good at it. And with one more killer off the streets, he knew that he had made a difference in the world.

[aris-ink]

yandere wips

maknae line. tag, you're it.

step!brother jungkook. the concept of art, pt 2.

werewolf!jin. there's a beast living in the woods outside your village.

serial!killer namjoon. what do you do when the law fails you? accept a helping hand from the devil, of course.

step!brother taehyung. isn't that what brothers do? pt 2.

stalker!jungkook. he likes picking flowers. he can't help wanting to own a pretty thing.

incubus!hobi. there's an angel haunting your dreams; and he's got horns.

big bad wolf!jungkook and bunny!hybrid reader.

step!father taehyung. black swan, pt 2.

step!brother jin. there's no rest for the wicked or for fools in love.

step!brother jungkook. icarus, pt 2.

¬ updated regularly.

[taeskooksbinie]

fic recs of taeskooksbin

sort the stories by :

members :

Namjoon

Seokjin

Yoongi

Hoseok

Jimin

Taehyung

Jungkook

Poly

genre :

smut

fluff

angst

humour

thriller

themes :

wattpad

dilf

strangers to lovers

fwb

roommates

parents

mafia

model

idol

enemies to lovers

friends to lovers

playboy

male reader

pack au

cheating

bff to lovers

social media

college

fratboy

fuckboi

photography

arranged marriage

royalty

soulmate

best friend brother

ceo

hybrid

bodyguard

yandere

boyfriend

forbidden love

stepfather

step brother

serial killer

slow burn

forced marriage

one sided love

toxic

for hire au!

pwp (porn w plot)

bad boy

fake dating

yandere headcanons (not related to BTS)

[winter-dayz]

Fictober 2023

winter-dayz

A collection of oneshots for Fictober 2023.

Not every story is a romantic pairing. In some oneshots, the reader/main character is a villain; in some, the idol character is a villain. Please be aware that many are heavily horror or angst-themed.

READ ALL WARNINGS AND TAGS IN EACH ONESHOT.

Taglist:  @soobin-chois

Kim Jisoo: It's only a dream... College AU; Nightmare on Elm Street AU Genre: Horror

Lee Hoseok: Freedom or the Kindness of Death Hybrid AU; Shapeshifter AU Genre: Horror

Lalisa Manobal: Eternal Love Vampire AU Genre: Angst, Fluff, Horror, Smut

Mark Tuan: A Polite Haunting Ghost AU Genre: Horror

Jeon Jungkook: His Treasure Dragon AU Genre: Horror; Smut

Lee Jooheon: Anything Goes The Purge AU Genre: Smut

Felix Lee: So naive... Fairy AU Genre: Angst; Horror (if you squint)

Kim Seungmin: Lonely St. Grim Reaper AU; Soulmate AU Genre: Angst; Fluff

Min Yoongi: Betrayed Gumiho AU; Korean Mythology AU Genre: Angst; Fluff; Horror

Choi Yeonjun: Old Wives' Tales Werewolf AU Genre: Fluff

Shin Yuna: Bringer of Death Mummy AU; Inspired by The Mummy (1999) Genre: Angst; Fluff

Kim Namjoon: Reclamation Dryad AU; Greek Mythology AU Genre: Fluff; Horror

Park Jimin: Movie Marathon Scary Movie Night Genre: Fluff

Kang Taehyun: Only silence remains Shadow People AU Genre: Horror

Lim Jaebeom: I Can't Lose You Deadly Games AU; Inspired by Squid Game & Alice in Borderland Genre: Angst; Horror

Choi Beomgyu: Field of Daisies Dokkaebi AU; Korean Mythology AU Genre: Fluff

Jung Hoseok: Avra K'davra Golem AU Genre: Angst; Fluff

Kim Yugyeom: Guardian Demon AU Genre: Fluff

Lee Chaeryeong: First Serial Killer AU Genre: Horror

Yang Jeongin: The Walls The Boy AU; Inspired by The Boy (2016) Genre: Fluff

Shin Ryujin: For the Best Alien AU; Yandere Genre: Fluff; Horror

Kim Taehyung: Capable Android AU Genre: Smut

Han Jisung: The Ring Ghost AU; Possession AU Genre: Fluff

Lee Minhyuk: Promise Haunted House Genre: Fluff

Lee Minho: Left Behind Friday the 13th AU Genre: Angst (with a happy ending); Horror (if you squint); Smut

Kim Jennie: Catch 'em, kill 'em Amityville Horror AU Genre: Horror; Smut

Yoo Kihyun: Luring Siren AU Genre: Fluff; Horror (if you squint)

Choi Youngjae: Consequences of a Spellbook Magic AU; Witchcraft AU Genre: Angst

Hwang Hyunjin: Bound to You Cerberus AU; Goddess AU; Greek Mythology AU Genre: Fluff; Smut

Choi Soobin: Every side of the story Greek Mythology AU; Gorgon AU Genre: Fluff

BamBam: Best Halloween Ever Halloween Party; Non-Idol AU Genre: Fluff