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the viscount who loved me | jjk

It was your sister’s season, and she was the diamond, while your season was still a year away. Though suitors could seek your hand already, it doesn’t excuse you for secretly pining after the viscount who courted her.

viscount!jungkook x reader

warnings: (kinda??) morally gray yn and jk, sexism (c’mon it’s the 18th century what did u expect), sex (bye minors), it’s not sex centered tho, longing and yearning (bring real romance back), cheating (is it tho, idk u be the judge), u might get mad at the main characters, enemies to lovers, heavily inspired (or stolen) by my loves anthony and kate 😍😍, yn is the younger sister and has yet to enter her season, but she is in her twenties!! (not specified in the text, but i was thinking jk is like 27, yn’s sis is 24 and yn is like 22, just to clarify) is idk what else. ENJOY!

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The fresh, sunny air of London on that day called you to leave the mansion and ride your horse, Cinnamon, into the forest, just as you did every morning that was suitable for a nice ride. It was not entirely proper to do so in that society, but they did not need to know about it. You always felt safe; you rode at a time of day when you were sure nobody would see you. You had a set time of 20 minutes; after that, you returned home, wearing a cloak with a hat that covered half your face. If someone were to catch you, you could merely lower the hat, and they would not know who you were. The last thing you wanted was to bring shame on your family, especially not in a society as cruel as that one.

You rode to your familiar place and felt the breeze of the wind in your hair; you felt free. It continued to be the beautiful, calm ride you were used to—until you heard the sounds of a man, seemingly talking to you.

"Miss?" the voice from afar called. "Miss, are you in trouble?" To your dismay, the voice came closer so quickly that you did not know where to go or what to do. If you were to ride deeper into the forest, you would get lost, and if you rode straight ahead, the man would see you either way. It seemed even this baggy cloak could not conceal your femininity as you had thought it would.

The man came nearer, and you turned your head so he would not recognize you.

"Miss, if there is a problem, I shall help you," his deep voice stated. "It is not suited for a young lady to be out here unchaperoned."

You did not say a word, your face still turned in the opposite direction. You did not think it through, and he turned his horse to face you, ducking his head to see you. You had never felt this silly in your life. You took off the hat hesitantly, revealing long curls and innocent, almost pleading eyes.

Before you sat the infamous Viscount Jeon on his horse, a most important figure of the ton. The gossip columns described him as a ‘rake through and through,’ yet he was as captivating as a summer’s night and as wealthy as the stars were numerous. Indeed, there was not a mother in the ton who did not dream of him marrying her daughter.

You were sure he recognized you as well; with your sister being the diamond of the season, there was not a single gentleman in London who did not know the family he wished to marry into.

"I know you," he revealed. "You are the daughter of Baron Ln. Miss, you should not be here alone. It is dangerous."

"I am not here alone, my lord; I am here with Cinnamon... and you are here, also," you stammered, hesitantly and nervously.

The viscount did not hide his amusement, chuckling while shaking his head. He found the entire sentence you had just said to be hilarious.

"You do not need to be scared; I shall not tell a soul about this encounter," he reassured you, still chuckling. "But I believe you should head home now, for your folks should get worried."

You listened to him, still flushed and slightly embarrassed, and headed home.

The Viscount Jeon certainly was gentler than what the columns wrote about him.

___

"Mother, I was unable to breathe in this corset. It was utterly ridiculous, and it elevated my bosoms up to the sky," you said, exaggerating, while your maid tied up the corset—who was, at that moment, your rival.

The last ball you attended had been the first of the season at the palace, where your beautiful sister, Nadia, had been chosen as the season’s diamond by the queen herself. You had been proud beyond measure; your sister was the eldest of your household and often played a secondary motherly role. She deserved to have the finest suitors begging for just a pinch of her attention.

"I did not have such a problem, sister, and my corset was just as tight, if not tighter, than yours," Nadia declared, looking down at her much flatter body.

"I cannot help but wonder why..." sarcasm left your mouth.

Since the queen’s announcement, your mother had not stopped rushing, running errands, investing in your jewelry collections, and buying dresses from the finest modistes in the city. Your mother had always been insatiable and prideful, yet you had never seen this side of her before.

"My dear Yn, your sister is the diamond of the season; she is destined to wed a most extraordinary gentleman, one who must possess both fortune and lands in locales of which we have never even heard, and court her heart with poetry. Such is the very least that the daughter of a most noble man is entitled to receive. She is the jewel of her season, which ensures that all eyes shall be upon her—and upon us. We shall create a most splendid impression at tonight's ball at Danbury House. We simply must," Lady Ln proclaimed, her pride evident as she gazed at herself and her two eldest daughters in the mirror. "Moreover, Yn, what is this lamentation regarding your bosoms? Such femininity is precisely what captivates a gentleman and stirs envy among the young ladies of the ton. You shall also find your match. Both of my daughters are undeniably the most beautiful women of the ton, nay, of the entire world!"

You and Nadia glanced at each other, trying not to laugh at your mother’s boasting. She had been excited to get her daughters married since they were born, always saying that marrying off a son was not as exciting and beautiful as marrying off a daughter. Your two older brothers had both gotten married in the last few years.

You did not like to admit it, but you had been dreaming of your prince charming since you were just a little girl, waiting to get married. Not because of the couples you knew, but because of the books you read that spoke of longing, making you feel as if you were living the character’s life.

"Lena, get the ladies ready; I shall attend to the little ones. They are out in the gardens, engaged in activities unknown to me," your mother commanded the maid, exiting the chamber with graceful haste to see what her mischievous twins were up to.

"Is it not amusing how mama calls Hana and Idris little ones despite their approaching age of sixteen?" Nadia shook her head, smiling. She admired herself in the mirror and told Lena to fix up her hair. "I must look perfect."

Nadia was a perfectionist through and through, the eldest daughter of a baron and his insatiable wife—a combination that could only produce a girl whose expectations for herself were high, too high for anyone to reach.

"You do look perfect. You are the diamond, Nadia; not a single soul in that ballroom shall utter an ill word about you—and if they do, it is out of pure envy," you said adoringly. "I must say, I cannot wait to meet my new brother; I bet he is a most handsome gentleman who shall ask you to dance, and in the morning, he shall call on you, saying how he cannot stop thinking about you and that you are as beautiful as a blooming flower."

Your teasing was accompanied by you dancing around playfully and blinking your eyes at a fast rate, which irritated your maid, who, of course, wouldn’t say a word to you beyond measure as she adjusted your dress. Nadia shoved your shoulder in a joking manner, smiling to herself.

"I shall find myself a love match, much like Baba and Mama—I desire a love like theirs; that is my only goal," her eyes communicated her feelings of yearn, while you nodded.

"You shall. You are your mother’s daughter, after all; you shall always get what it is you desire," you kissed her cheeks encouragingly, and she looked at you with thankfulness.

"Ladies! The carriages have arrived. Make haste!" Your mother’s demanding voice called from downstairs, resulting in you immediately strutting down the stairs.

___

The Jeon family had a reputation to uphold. They were known for their generosity, their welcoming spirits, their lavish homes, and their riches. The viscountess was nothing short of the perfect viscountess, continuing to be so, even after her husband’s tragic death a mere couple of years ago.

She intended to find herself a replacement that season, desperately wanting to marry off her eldest, the viscount. Her desperation did not come from a place of fear of undesirability; it was quite the opposite.

The viscountess feared her son might be looking for a wife for the wrong reasons. What she and her late husband shared was a love she wished for all of her children; yet her son seemed to see the world differently. He wanted a wife only to fulfill his duties and produce an heir.

"Jungkook, the search for happiness and love is not shameful. It is indeed the bravest thing a man can do—to listen to his heart and let it guide him," the viscountess tried to woo her son, who did not look up from his estate’s accounts ledgers. "You cannot hold interviews for eligible young ladies to find a suitable one; you shall know she is the one when you gaze upon her and converse with her for the very first time."

"When will you realize that what you and father had is the exception, not the rule? I am the viscount; I hold many responsibilities, and one of them is to wed a girl of good noble breeding to replace you as viscountess and produce an heir who shall lead this family when I am gone," Jungkook responded calmly. "I have indeed let my heart guide me; we are in agreement. I shall not continue with the interviews, as I have already found my future bride in Miss Nadia, the daughter of Baron Ln."

His mother was shocked at the revelation, looking at him with a glimpse of hope and wonder. "The diamond? Oh, how delightful! She must have great promise to have caught the eyes of the viscount."

She recalled the last ball when the queen announced Nadia as the diamond. Her son had not had a chance to talk to her that night, as the girl was occupied with many overbearing suitors and mothers.

"Yes, indeed, Mother. She is accomplished in literature, she plays many instruments, dances quite beautifully, and she comes from a most respectable family. She shall be my viscountess," he explained further. "We shall attend the ball at Danbury House tonight, united as one. Miss Nadia shall be there as well; we might find a suitable gentleman for Yoona if that is what she wishes." Jungkook was referring to his younger sister as he spoke.

"Wonderful," his mother’s eyes sparkled with joy.

___

The Jeon family arrived quite late, but in style. The viscount dressed in fitted trousers and a crisp white shirt that accentuated his strong arms and broad shoulders, his brothers dressed similarly, and his sisters in beautiful, rich silk gowns.

Jungkook was already on the lookout for a certain diamond who had caught the attention of the entire ton. He was not worried she would reject his advances; after all, he was the viscount, and there was not a single gentleman in London who could claim to be more eligible than him.

"Excuse me," he gracefully pushed through the people standing before the diamond, all waiting for a turn to speak with her. "I wish to dance with you, Miss Nadia."

As the voice of the viscount was heard, the stares of the ton overwhelmed Nadia, everybody in utter shock; the viscount, who mothers had been trying to get to look at their daughters for years, wished to dance with a girl in her first season out? How very surprising and envy-inducing.

Nadia nodded shyly, letting go of her very proud mother’s hand and accepting the viscount’s. She wondered where her sister was until she saw her at the drink stand fetching herself a lemonade.

"You are an excellent dancer, my lady," Jeongguk expressed, his hand in hers as they attracted all the eyes of the crowd.

"That is all your doing, my lord," she shyly answered, a blush creeping up on her cheeks. "You are quite a natural."

Their conversation continued for the next few minutes. They discussed very trivial matters, but Jeongguk made sure to let her know that she had caught his eye.

Eventually, Nadia moved on to another gentleman, and the viscount disappeared out of sight.

After a while of proudly watching your sister dance beautifully with potential suitors, you decided to step outside for a while to catch a breath of fresh air.

You were not particularly in the mood for dancing that night.

"Do not tell me the Viscount Jeon is looking for a love match this season; what happened to the viscount who visited his courtesan at least once a day and enjoyed a good brothel show?"

As you walked into the garden of the grand Danbury House, you heard a conversation that sparked your interest. A group of men, including the viscount who had just danced with your sister, and a few others you did not recognize, were talking. Letting your curiosity wander, you remained silent and listened to their talk unfold.

"I assure you, I am not out to find a love match; I am simply fulfilling my duties. Is it so impossible to find a suitable wife for a viscount, one who has hips meant for birthing, the ability to woo me with her intellect, and does not require love? It is simply a struggle," Jeongguk complained.

"Not a lady in London lives up to the standards of the viscount, I presume," the other man standing laughed. "I have seen you dance and converse with the diamond of this season; tell me, Viscount Jeon, does the diamond live up to your standards?"

"She is a respectable young woman who I plan on getting to know better, but I must not judge yet, for I fear I do not know what I might find out," the viscount answered the man’s question with honesty.

By then, you were sure your face was red with anger. How dare that man, that filthy rake, talk about your sister or any woman that way? And to think that Nadia was completely smitten with him already, you could not believe this audacious behavior.

They continued talking about useless things.

"We shall go back inside, my lord; are you coming with us?" one of them asked.

"No, you go. I shall join you later," he said, wanting to stay in the fresh air.

He started moving in your direction, and you quickly tried to get away, but your foot caught something, making a loud noise. "Who is there?"

You knew you were as good as caught, so you revealed yourself. "It is you. Were you eavesdropping?"

It seemed his audacity continued.

There was a spark in his eyes as he looked you up and down, as if he suddenly remembered the encounter you had in the woods or as if he really enjoyed what he saw.

"I was not! Also, one cannot eavesdrop in a public space…" you defended yourself. "The words you spoke were filthy and jarring, my lord; I cannot help but believe it is best if you do not let your interest in my sister unfold."

He visibly became uncomfortable, the evidence in his face demonstrating that he knew he had said things that did not particularly present him well.

"Those words were not meant for your ears, Miss Yn," he said, attempting to maintain his composure.

"I heard them regardless. If this is you with all your guards down, if these are your true feelings, you are not a suitable match for my sister," you emphasized defiantly.

The viscount lifted his eyebrows at you, letting his eyes linger on your body until he gazed into your face again. "You do realize there is not a lady in London who does not seek the kind of marriage I offer? That is, besides the privileges of becoming the viscountess."

"Oh, is that true? You assume the ladies of London are so easily charmed by a pleasing smile and nothing more?" you questioned him, causing him to grin.

"You find my smile pleasing?" he smirked down at you.

"I find your opinion of yourself entirely too high. And I stand by what I said; you do not suit my sister," you spoke, crossing your arms.

He skimmed your body, an amusing expression forming on his face. "Miss Yn, I remember the morning in the park very well. It seems to me that you do not care much for the rules of this society; that is why you spoke to your viscount in that manner."

"My apologies, my lord. I simply feel defensive over my sister," you apologized, feeling blood rush to your face.

"That is quite all right; I know what it is like to have siblings one cares for," his smile was warm, which surprised you.

After a few awkwardly intense looks between you two, you decided to bow respectfully and leave the scene.

You left Jeongguk standing for a while, the smile on his face visible even from a long distance; your jasmine scent lingered, and your words never left his mind.

___

Ever since the announcement, suitors from all over London had come to visit the Ln house to spend time with the diamond.

You quickly got used to seeing gentlemen in your house every morning, conversing with your older sister while you pretended to be occupied with something else, secretly listening to their conversations.

That day was no different. It was exciting, to say the least, not only because you were happy for your sister, who was receiving all these presents and love, but also because it broadened your understanding of courtships; your sister was paving the path for you in the future.

Oh, how excited you were for your future marriage.

As you walked downstairs after waking up from a long night of carefree sleep, you could already hear the distant sounds of a suitor.

You smiled to yourself, walking into the spacious living room, where you found your mother and father sitting on one couch with smiles that spoke volumes.

As you entered the room completely and saw who your sister was talking to, your face began to drop.

It was him. The viscount.

The man whom you could not escape from, for some reason.

While they finished their conversation, your mother noticed you standing there. "Good morning, Yn! Look who came to visit your sister first thing in the morning! Greet the Viscount Jeon."

You bowed respectfully and begrudgingly spoke, "Good morning, my lord."

He simply smirked, reciprocating the greeting.

It was as if he was provoking you with his handsome face and effortless demeanor.

"I shall head home now," he announced, standing up from his seat. "Breaking my fast here was very lovely indeed, Lord and Lady Ln; I must thank you dearly."

They exchanged pleasantries and enthusiastic goodbyes, of course, not without the viscount promising to come back tomorrow around the same time.

As he stepped outside, you followed him, pretending to go on a garden stroll.

"My lord!" you called after him, making him turn around to you.

"Yes, Miss Yn?" he spoke with a tinge of teasing, which seemed to always be present when he spoke with you.

His coachman was patiently waiting, watching you two standing face to face.

"Why have you called on my sister?" you asked; you were always known for your bluntness, which was something you tried to work on.

The viscount sent you a questioning but amusing look before replying, "Am I not allowed to?"

You shook your head, trying to put your thoughts into words.

"You are allowed," you answered hesitantly. "But what I said to you at Danbury House, I meant. I do not believe you are the right man for my sister."

There was a short exchange of glances between you; you hoping he understood your concerns and him wondering how you gathered the audacity to speak to a viscount that way.

It was not that he was angry about it; he was merely surprised. He had never had a person talk to him that way.

"Miss Yn," he started, his voice low. "I believe your sister can make her own decisions, can she not? And I must say, she did not seem to have a problem with my presence at all… quite the contrary."

You knew he was right, but there was something in your intuition telling you that this would not work out; you looked at him and did not see your sister’s future husband.

Yes, he was wealthy, and he was quite handsome, but still… he was not the man your sister was looking for.

"I believe I know my sister better than you do, my lord," you insisted, as stubborn as you always were.

He simply chuckled. "I do not doubt it," before hopping into the carriage and waving goodbye to you.

You could not comprehend how severely irksome he was.

___

In the following weeks, Jungkook tried his hardest to impress your sister; calling on her, giving her extravagant gifts, attending events and balls seemingly only for her.

It felt like he could propose to her at any moment, and you did not like it.

Your sister, on the other hand, seemed to be very happy with the viscount’s affection for her.

Who would not be?

One day, your mother hosted a gathering in the diamond’s name—an opportunity for suitors to see your sister and make themselves known to her.

The Jeon family was invited and set to attend, but the invitation for the viscount was lost in the mail.

Jungkook was very busy that day; meetings and managing accounts and staff took up a great deal of his time.

He did not have time to prepare himself for the crucial task ahead.

After asking his brother, Namjoon, for help with the poetry he intended to read out loud at the Ln house, he read over the piece of paper and could not control his scoffs; he thought poetry might be the most deceptive tool of all.

Such pretty, empty words.

He ordered a carriage, hastily moving to make it to the party that he was so conveniently not invited to, and hoped for the best.

The doorman immediately let him in, obviously knowing who the Viscount Jeon was—a familiar face to all of London indeed. Marching in as if he owned the place, he found a huge gathering of gentlemen performing their talents—or lack thereof—to impress Nadia.

You and Nadia were sitting next to each other on the sofa; you wore a judging yet amused face, and Nadia looked very grateful for the time they took for her.

He dreaded that his eyes lingered on you for far longer than they did on your sister; you were wearing an accentuating, expensive gown and a classic updo, your expressive eyes drew him in.

"Please excuse my tardiness," Jungkook took his chance right when someone finished his performance, making a loud announcement that turned everybody’s head. "I shall read a poem I wrote for Miss Nadia.”

Your expression was hard to read; though you were certainly annoyed by his sudden appearance, there was something gleaming in your eyes that he could not overlook. Your eyes locked in a room full of people, something that seemed to happen quite frequently between the two of you. Your effect on him made him nervous to perform; for some reason, he cared for your opinion quite a bit.

Naturally, everybody respected the viscount and his wishes, giving him their full attention. Nadia’s smile was beaming; your mother was more than happy to see the viscount show further interest in her daughter, and the rest were in awe of the viscount, whose shell was very hard to penetrate to make such an effort for the diamond.

"What is it to truly admire a woman?" he read from a small piece of paper in his hand, and your heart began to beat faster than it should have. "To look at her and feel inspiration, to delight in her beauty, so much that all— all your defenses—"

Suddenly, he stopped; everybody in the room quieted as they attentively listened to his beautiful words. His sudden silence caught some off guard, including you, who sat there looking at him with longing eyes, and Nadia, whose smile slowly vanished. Whispers began to break out.

"My apologies, I cannot do this," the viscount stated, resulting in Nadia frowning slightly. "Truth be told, I am not a man of poetry; those words are someone else’s entirely."

A few quiet gasps could be heard around the crowd of people, but Jungkook did not shy away from speaking the truth.

"Miss Nadia... I cannot offer you pretty words and rhymes, but I assure you, when it comes to action and duty; I shall never be found lacking."

Your breath hitched in your throat, as if his words were hitting you in your chest.

There was a part of you that was grateful for his honesty; the probability that your sister would not want to continue a courtship based on a false perception.

But there was another part that hated his honesty; why did the man you were supposed to hate repeatedly find his way into your heart by revealing sides of him you felt drawn to?

You knew the viscount did not want a love match.

And you loathed him.

So why did your chest burn with every word he spoke?

You could tell your sister was lost for words, watching the viscount with curious eyes.

"Nadia..." your voice came out smaller than you expected. "If you wish for him to leave, I—"

But your sister’s response shocked you. She stood up and clapped her hands, a sign of approval for the viscount’s words.

Others started joining her, but you stayed put in your place.

Jungkook’s growing smile beamed, feeling relieved that Nadia didn’t seem to mind his lack of verbal affection.

"Nadia," you murmured to your sister. "Did you not hear what he said? He cannot offer you the love that you long for."

Nadia let out an understanding "I know," before explaining herself, "I have come to accept that. I do not need a love match that can turn into an incompatible marriage in the future; I now merely desire a stable, harmonious marriage, and I believe the viscount can offer that to me."

You did not know what to do besides sigh and nod. "I just want you to be happy, Nini."

Your sister took your hand and lovingly squeezed it before giggling. "I do hope you and the viscount can find common ground throughout our marriage."

You simply awkwardly smiled at her to mask the storm brewing inside you.

She got up to confront the viscount, while you sat on the couch, staring into nothingness while contemplating the confusing feelings that were so foreign to you.

___

With every passing day and night, Jungkook found himself consumed by thoughts of you.

You appeared in his dreams, haunting him like a beautiful ghost, the face behind his sleepless nights.

He was aware of the problematic nature of the situation—courting one sister while dreaming of the other was not something a gentleman did.

But your beauty resembled summer nights and hidden love letters, while your resistant character was consuming and complex; yet he saw kindness in your eyes.

To be truthful, he could not stop his thoughts surrounding you since that morning in the park—the first time you two talked, the first time he heard your beautiful voice.

While you swore you would not admit it to a living soul, you felt similarly.

The viscount refused to leave your mind, appearing in your dreams unannounced and causing havoc inside your heart with every moment you stayed in or out of his presence.

You could not bear it.

Not only did the viscount consume you, but shame accompanied him.

But you promised yourself it was a fleeting moment, and he told himself to suppress his feelings.

___

"My dears, we have received an invitation from Jeon House, inviting us for a week to their country residence in order to continue the courtship away from the ton’s attention; is that not lovely?" your mother spoke, excitement evident in her voice. She was sat beside your father, who was paying more attention to the pie.

"Ah, yes, I’m afraid I cannot join you for that trip; I have business to attend to here in the city," your father spoke, placing a reassuring hand over your mother’s. "But I am certain you will handle it yourself, dear."

Your mother simply nodded and smiled, still in a very happy state about where her daughter’s courtship was headed. Nadia was sat next to you with a similar shy smile on her face.

You, on the other hand, could not help but feel a strange sensation; it was so foreign and something you could not describe. You loved seeing your sister happy, yet there was always a selfish voice in your head.

What if the viscount were to propose?

You began to imagine that scenario in your mind, and you did not like the thought of it at all.

But you feared it wasn’t because of your ‘hatred’ for the viscount, but because of something that was quite the opposite.

___

After packing, organizing carriages, and your mother stressing the entire day, you finally made your journey to the countryside.

It was only your mother, your sister, and you, as your mother thought your younger siblings were better off at home with the housekeeper.

You felt beautiful, dressed in the finest clothes, the most beautiful cosmetics put on your already lovely face. But you were in an undeniable state of distress.

Just as you stepped out of the carriage after four long hours, you were met with the friendly faces of the Jeon family.

Your eyes immediately met the viscount’s, who always seemed to have a certain look of yearning and some sort of pain when he saw you. You locked eyes with his deep brown ones, which somehow spoke a thousand words. His nostrils flared slightly, and it was as if you were both in a trance, unable to take your eyes off each other.

You shared a moment swimming in his eyes before he slowly diverted his gaze elsewhere.

Somehow, he looked even more handsome than the last time you had seen him.

You rued those feelings, the tingle you felt near him, the desperate need to be in his strong arms, to be the only one he knew to love—those feelings you had only read about in books, the tingling in body parts you were taught not to speak of.

But more than that, you cursed yourself for feeling them; how dare you think about your sister’s intended that way?

Were you a girl of no upbringing? Were you not a lady intended for marriage in just less than a year? It was breaking not only your soul but your perception of yourself to be plagued by these feelings; but you knew it would break you more to betray your sister, so you knew you had to stay quiet.

Amidst your overwhelming thoughts, a graceful young lady who was about the age of your older sister and bore a great resemblance to the viscount approached you, right after greeting your mother. She stood next to the viscount, and unbeknownst to you, noticed the shared glances of longing between the viscount and you, surprised to see her usually earnest brother so taken by a girl.

"You must be Miss Nadia," she spoke with a gentle smile. "I am Miss Yoona, the viscount’s younger sister. I have heard very much about you. You are even more beautiful than he described."

You bowed respectfully, yet you did not have the words to express that you were not who she thought you were.

Jungkook stepped in, embarrassment slightly evident on his face as he coughed a little. "Yoona, that is not Miss Nadia; that is her little sister—Miss Yn."

He then pointed to your sister, who was greeting the viscountess. You saw a look of confusion on Yoona’s face.

After everybody greeted each other, you settled into the rooms assigned to you and made yourselves at home.

The rooms were spacious, clean, and very elegantly decorated.

The Jeons were indeed a very generous family.

You suppressed the thought of how lovely it would be to marry into the family, as it was just a thought for you, but the reality for your sister.

And you did not want to hurt your sister or yourself.

___

Despite the comfortable beds and the expensive silk fabric of the sheets, you could not sleep.

Not only because you were not used to sleeping on foreign beds in foreign houses, but because, if your mind could not rest, you could not.

Nadia, on the other hand, had fallen fast asleep on the bed next to yours.

You needed something to distract you from the chaos in your head; a glass of cold water or a breath of fresh air would do.

As silently as you could, you got out of bed and started wandering the halls of the grand Jeon house with a lamp in your hand.

It was magnificent.

You breathed in the warmth, smiling to yourself; it was as if the house knew what a loving family owned it.

While walking towards nothing specific, you stumbled into a large room, empty of people and full of books.

You entered it with a calm heart, grabbing one book after another, taking in the beauty of the written words.

Your calmness was short-lived as you heard the huge door open. You gasped loudly and held up the lamp to see who it was.

Before you stood the viscount in a nightshirt that modestly exposed his muscular arms. He looked handsome, even at nighttime.

"Are you not able to sleep, Miss Yn?" he asked while fully entering the room.

You shyly turned your whole body toward him, feeling exposed in your silky nightgown that clung to your every curve.

Feeling his eyes flicker over you, a sense of timidity washed over you. "No... I cannot seem to fall asleep. I do apologize for roaming around without permission, my lord; I simply could not resist these many books."

Jungkook chuckled softly, shaking his head slightly.

"You do not need to apologize," he assured you, now standing in front of you. "This is...was my father’s library. He read and collected books from all over the world. He was a very well-read man."

"May his soul rest easy," you softly sighed, pouting slightly at the mention of his deceased father. "He sounds like an extraordinary man."

Jungkook nodded in agreement. "He was. I would not be the man and the viscount that I am today if it were not for him."

You did not answer, simply making space for a short moment of beautiful silence between you. Your eyes were intertwined with his deep ones; you felt as if you could dive into them.

"Can I ask you a question?" he suddenly asked; you simply nodded. "Why is it that you are so opposed to the idea of me marrying your sister? Do you truly hate me so?"

You broke the eye contact for a second, trying to gather your answer, while your heartbeat undeniably quickened. "I do not hate you, my lord. I simply worry for my sister. I want the very best for her."

The viscount came closer to you, chuckling again, exposing his barely visible dimples. "And you believe that I cannot offer her the best?"

Your arms were now touching, sending electricity through your body.

"I simply cannot forget what I overheard in the gardens at Danbury House," you answered his question as confidently as you could.

Jungkook’s eyes slightly darkened at your words. "Those words were not for your ears, Miss Yn."

You started to become defensive, letting out a "But I did hear them regardless."

He poked his cheek with his tongue, his nostrils flaring up with mild anger, stepping closer to you until there was hardly any space left between you. "You do not know how much you aggravate me, Yn Ln."

You now felt his fresh breath against your face, causing dizziness.

"And you," you uttered quietly in response, your eyelids becoming heavier. "You believe you do not vex me? I have only grown to accept your presence for my sister’s sake, but only God knows how long I will last in this... this lie."

Jungkook tucked your hair behind your ear, leaning in to whisper into it. "This lie that you insist upon, what is it exactly? That you and I vex each other... or that we cannot seem to get away from one another?"

His voice was low and thick, tinged with a hint of teasing. You slightly backed away, but only to meet his dark eyes, which seemed to challenge you.

He leaned in until his lips were almost brushing against yours.

"My lord," you spoke in a soft whisper. "I—"

The sound of the door opening interrupted you.

Before you could get away from each other, a shocked Yoona witnessed the scene; as quickly as she entered, she left again, closing the door after saying a rushed "I am so sorry.”

You separated from Jungkook immediately after, running out in embarrassment and shame, leaving Jungkook standing in the middle of the library.

You could not believe what you had done.

___

Dinner with the Jeons was incredibly amusing; they were a big, loving family who were not afraid to share jokes and stories, even in front of guests.

To say you enjoyed yourself at dinner would have been an understatement.

In a moment of beautiful chaos, everybody laughed while simultaneously discussing intellectual topics. Jungkook raised his glass and stood up to make an announcement.

He was seated at the head of the table.

"I would very much like to start my toast by thanking our dear guests for taking their time to visit us at our country house. We are very delighted by your presence here with us," he started his tasteful speech. "Miss Nadia, it has been a delight to get to know you further. It is safe to say the Baron and Baroness Ln deserve praise for raising such an upstanding, demure woman... I would like to ask you a question, Miss Nadia."

While he spoke, the entire room fell silent, everybody attentively listening. His words added suspense to the atmosphere, making everyone wonder what he wanted to ask her.

It was obvious what everybody immediately thought of—for he was most likely going to ask for her hand in marriage.

Your mother and Nadia exchanged excited looks while you felt a thick lump form in your throat. The Jeons were all looking at Jungkook with an air of anticipation, waiting for him to finally speak the words.

Yoona tried her best not to gaze upon her brother with a frown of disapproval after she experienced whatever it was that happened between him and you the other night.

Jungkook began to awkwardly cough and put on somewhat of a feigned smile. "I wanted to ask you if you were ready for a game of pall-mall with this family or if you’d rather spare yourself the mayhem."

The whole table broke out in laughter—partially because they genuinely laughed and partially to cover up the awkwardness of the situation.

But you did not laugh, and neither did your sister.

"I would be... honored to play a game of pall-mall with you and your family, my lord," your sister tried to mask her sadness playfully.

During the rest of the dinner, your hand was placed on your sister’s back, soothingly running it up and down her spine.

___

Hours after the dinner, it was nighttime when you were supposed to be asleep, but you and Nadia found yourselves sitting on the bed—her head on your lap and your hand in her hair.

You always comforted each other in non-ideal situations, but this time felt different; it was the first time you felt you had wronged your sister, being the reason for her despair.

"Perhaps the viscount does not wish to propose because of you," your sister suggested, looking up and trying to gauge your reaction.

Your breath slightly hitched as you felt your cheeks warm.

"Uh—whatever do you mean, sister?" you carefully asked.

Nadia gave you a knowing look, presumably confused as to how you did not understand what she meant.

"The two of you loathe one another!" she exclaimed, her words making you sigh in relief. "He is probably under the impression that you would not approve."

You chuckled lightly at the irony. "Nini, he does not care what I think! I am your younger sister, not Baba or even Mama. Even if I do not approve, I do not make the decisions for this family; Baba does."

Your sister nodded but elaborated further, "I know, but there is something in my heart telling me that you are the reason he is so... reluctant."

Your heart skipped a beat, hoping she would not come to the right conclusions, wondering how you could steer her away from thoughts that could possibly lead to the destruction of your sisterly relationship.

"It is not as if I am desperate to marry him, but I believe it would make Mama and Baba unbelievably happy if I were to marry the viscount," she continued, sighing as she absentmindedly played with her hair. "He is wealthy, and he comes from a great family... I do not want to disappoint them."

"If the viscount does not wish to propose to you, it is not because you are lacking, Nini. You shall find wealthy suitors in every city you visit," you stated your opinion. "But I shall talk to him about it if that is what you wish."

Nadia jumped up from your lap, now facing you.

"I should very much like that, Yn," she admitted.

You gave her a gentle smile before getting up to pay the viscount’s office a visit.

His office was on the other side of the mansion—a long way to walk—but with your thoughts running wild, you did not feel the length of the walk.

You knocked on his door hesitantly and entered after he called out, "Come in."

He was seated at his paper-covered desk, staring down with intensity before looking up and seeing you.

"Miss Yn," he addressed you with a trace of surprise in his voice. "Is everything quite all right?"

You did not feel like wasting time, so you jumped right to your point.

"You have been set on courting my sister despite my every objection, and now you plan to cast her aside?" you accused, your tone defensive. "What has she done to deserve this?"

His eyes darkened; he momentarily forgot about the paperwork, getting up from his chair to walk up to you.

"It is not her," he raised his voice. "It is you."

His honest words felt like a gentle hit in your face; your intuition knew what he meant.

"But I am to marry next season!" you exclaimed reactively.

"You believe that is what I desire you to do?" he shouted, his jaw clenched. "There is not a thing you can do—not a corner on this earth that you can travel to—that will free me from this torment."

He continued, "I am a gentleman; my father raised me to act with honor, but that honor hangs by a thread that grows more precarious with every moment I spend in your presence."

"You are the bane of my existence... and the object of all my desires," the viscount added, almost in agony, coming closer to you, whispering in your ear. "Night and day, I dream of you. And when I—do you even know all the ways a lady can be seduced? The things I could teach you..."

Your breath hitched; your tight dress accentuated your breasts as your breath quickened with every word he spoke with every step he took closer to you.

"I did not ask for this," you finally got the chance to talk, facing him directly, barely an inch away. "To be plagued by these feelings... being distracted every time you enter the room, hiding those feelings from my sister... I did not ask for any of it."

"If I were to wed your sister, that would bind me to you for eternity," he stated, stepping away from you. "And I would spend my whole marriage dreaming of you, wanting you, longing for you... until the last thread of my honor snaps. Is that the future you want for us? For your sister?"

You shook your head, unable to say anything.

"Then I shall not go forward with this courtship," he declared, his eyes burning into your skin. "If that is what you wish."

You slightly shook your head—not out of disagreement, but as a signal to yourself to stop the urge to melt into him, a dizzying feeling taking over you.

"It is very much what I wish, my lord," you admitted in a whisper. "I could not bear it..."

He stepped closer again, now breathing your air. "What could you not bear?"

Your fingers grazed his and it felt like a fire ignited inside you.

"I could not," you whispered into his ear, fingers tapping gently against his thick arms. "I could not bear the sight of you with her."

Jungkook leaned into your touch, his eyes closing from the overwhelming urge to embrace your whole body.

"Yn..." he softly breathed into your ear. "All I find myself thinking about—all I find myself being able to breathe for—is you. Do you think I want to be in this position? Contending with these thoughts of wanting to be nowhere except with you. Wanting to run away with you. Acting on the most impure, forbidden desires, no matter... how much I must remind myself I am a gentleman and you are a lady."

Your breath hitched, and you felt a sensation between your legs, pressing them together. He continued, "It is maddening how much you consume my every being."

You grazed your hand further down his arms, eyes locked and bodies almost pressing against each other; if anyone were to catch you, it would be scandalous.

"No," you protested in a whisper. "It is you— you who has thrown my world off its axis, you who has made me question my sanity, you who consumes my every thought, so do not dare to blame me... do not blame me."

Your lips brushed against each other, his breath hitting your lips and your breath hitting his, before they finally collided and became one in a passionate kiss. His hands wandered down to your defined waist, grabbing onto you as if you would fly away.

Your hearts were racing; he cupped your face with one hand and fiddled with your dress with the other; you melted into one.

"Tell me you want this," Jungkook insisted in a breathy, aroused voice.

"I want this, my lord," you purred against him, before gently biting into his lower lip. "Teach me everything you know."

Jungkook had no self-control in that moment, feeling like an animal in the wilderness.

He loosened the ties of your dress with an urgent hand, and you felt the cool air caress your skin as the fabric fell open. Your breasts, heavy and full, spilled out of the dress, begging for his attention. Jungkook's eyes locked onto them, his pupils dilated with desire.

His hands wandered down to your hips, gripping the curve of your bottom through the thin fabric of your undergarment. Your skin prickled with goosebumps as he pulled you closer, his mouth still devouring yours. You could feel the heat emanating from him, the tension in his body a testament to the passion that burned between you.

"Are you certain?" he asked once again, his hands working to remove your undergarments.

You simply nodded, too dizzy and aroused to form a sentence.

Your hands wandered over his shirt, playing with the buttons before tugging on it, urging him to take it off, which he did, revealing his strong arms and chest. You kept your hands glued to them while he took off your bodice, revealing your full breasts to him.

Lifting you up and sitting you down on his desk, he immediately massaged your breasts and took one in his mouth, licking and sucking on it, making you moan in pleasure. "I have dreamt of this very moment for so long, Yn."

You ‘hmm’ed in response, grinding your hips against his in search of friction. You felt a big bulge in his pants, moving your own up and down on it, resulting in quiet groans from Jungkook.

"I..." you tried your best to formulate a thought. "I am so... sticky between my legs, my lord; is that normal?"

Jungkook chuckled amidst his arousal, leaning in to plant a short kiss on your lips. "Yes, my love; that is quite a good sign. Do not worry."

You felt comfortable with him; you admitted, "I have the same feeling quite often when I think of you," without realizing the implications.

Jungkook threw his head back in desire, unable to contain his urges to take you right there.

He took your hand in his and led it to his pants.

"Feel it," he urged, his voice simmering with lust as you began to grab his hardness and gently rubbing it. "That is what you do to me, Yn."

You tugged at his pants, and he quickly took them off, first revealing his drawers, which he removed as well.

He could not waste any more time.

As he revealed his large penis, you gasped.

"Do not be afraid, my love," he assured. "I will be very gentle.”

You were seated on the desk, and he was standing before you, his naked parts touching, with gasps and moans filling the entire room.

He positioned himself in front of you, looking into your eyes to ensure you were ready, only to be met with your awaiting gaze.

"What are you going to do now?" you hesitantly asked, hands on his bare arms.

His hands were placed lovingly on your soft waist, soothing you to ensure you were comfortable. "I will enter you now."

You nodded, not fully understanding the idea.

You blamed the mamas who were too ashamed to speak of essential things like that one.

Slowly entering the tip inside you, you gasped from the pain. "It hurts, my lord."

Jungkook stopped for a moment to cup your face, planting a kiss on your lips. "It will take time, but soon enough, you shall find pleasure in it, I promise."

You gazed at him, immediately believing his words, but wondering, "Does it hurt you as well?"

Jungkook laughed at that, slowly starting to thrust gently into you. "No, not at all. It is a very pleasant feeling for me."

His words came out as grunts, which you found incredibly attractive.

"Well, that is certainly unfair," you pouted, but gradually adjusted to the new feeling.

Jungkook agreed with you, saying, "I know," while chuckling.

As you began to get used to his thrusts, you leaned in even closer, urging him to fully enter you and thrust harder.

"You are simply the most beautiful woman I have laid eyes upon," he praised with hushed grunts, to which you cooed.

The fact that your families were outside the four walls of his office, peacefully sleeping, was something long forgotten by both of you, alongside the idea that he was the man who was supposed to be courting your sister.

You chose to forget about the one thing that was printed in your mind for the past months, even if only for a few minutes.

His thrusts began to become stronger, eliciting seductive sounds from both of you. His strategy to make less noise was kissing you almost the entire time.

His big hands roamed your entire body, and your legs wrapped around his hips; you were surprised at your ease—being with him felt not only beautiful but also effortless.

After a few final thrusts, his hips began to stutter, and a foreign sensation started to form in your stomach, causing you to look at him with a helpless expression, to which he answered, "I know, I know, my love; just allow it to happen."

You hesitantly let go, your head tilting back as you felt yourself reach a pinnacle—a feeling of pure bliss.

Jungkook could barely speak understandably, closing his eyes as he savored the last few thrusts before he reached his orgasm, pulling out and coming on a piece of cloth before he could release inside you.

"You did beautifully," he smiled and kissed your forehead lovingly.

You simply smiled back, the shame slowly returning as you put on your dress again.

He engulfed you in a gentle embrace before whispering into your ear, "Go rest now, my love; we shall see what we do tomorrow. Do not worry about anything; I will take care of it. That is a promise."

Somehow, you did not feel comforted by his words, but you reluctantly obliged, ignoring the slight pain in your legs as you walked through the halls of the mansion back to the room you had to temporarily share with your sister, who was already asleep.

You could not sleep that night, too consumed by wondering how and when you became that bad of a person.

___

The following day, you avoided Jungkook as much as you could. You felt ashamed, dirty; you felt like a bad person.

Your uncommonly quiet behavior did not go unnoticed by your mother and your sister; they kept pestering you about it.

But you did not know what to say to them.

Throughout the entire game of pall-mall, you acted out of the ordinary, not playing as well as you normally could.

Nadia and you were playing with Jungkook and four of his siblings, who were all much better players than the two of you.

"It seems you have forgotten the game, sister," Nadia giggled, watching you struggle with the mallet.

You kicked the ball hard in the wrong direction and almost tripped over; if it had not been for the strong hand that held your waist up.

"Be careful," the viscount’s deep voice rang in your ears.

Although you could stand on your own, he continued to hold onto your waist, his lips almost touching your ear. He forgot his surroundings, and so did you, as you locked eyes and shut out everything that was not each other.

It was a sight of pure chemistry, pure love; a blind man could see the feelings sparking between the two of you.

Visions of the prior night swirled in your mind as you leaned into his muscular body, completely in tune with him even in sheer silence.

Until Yoona interrupted you two with a cough, causing you to separate as quickly as possible from each other with more than embarrassed faces.

Jungkook’s siblings awkwardly laughed, and Nadia’s eyes, which you were avoiding, were boring into you penetratingly.

After the game, you went back to your rooms to prepare for lunch.

Strategically dodging your sister as much as possible, you pretended like nothing had happened between the viscount and you, while your insides brewed with fire.

But Nadia was the confrontational type.

"I see the way you look at each other, Yn," she admitted to you, hurt evident in her voice. "I have seen it for a long time, but I thought... you hated him. Had I known you did not, I would have ended the courtship."

"Nini..." you whispered. "I did not want to hurt you. I do not know how I could have been so selfish. You do not know how much I hate myself right now. I did not tell you because I was ashamed of myself... I did not want you to think that I purposely wanted to steal the man you love."

"I am not in love with him!" Nadia exclaimed in response, "I love you! You are my sister, Yn. If you would have told me from the beginning, I would not have been angry with you."

"I am so deeply sorry, Nadia," your face was a tearful mess at that point. "I did not know what to do; I thought... I was sure this would be just a passing infatuation, but... please forgive me, sister."

Your sister’s gentle hands found their way to your tear-stained cheeks. "I understand..."

"Please, I beg of you, do not let this ruin our sisterhood," you sounded pathetic, but you did not care.

You loved a man you were not supposed to love; you did things you were never supposed to do.

"You are my little sister, Yn," even in anger, her voice was soft and assuring. "You always will be... but do give me time to process this."

You nodded, immediately pulling her into a warm, strong embrace, whispering "I love you" to her.

___

You traveled back to London in complete silence, your sister still unsure how to talk to you and your mother, disappointed in the lack of proposals, but still happy with the time spent together.

For a couple of weeks, you did not hear anything from the viscount or his family. You tried to distract yourself with books and art, but nothing filled the emptiness in your heart.

You knew you gave the viscount the impression that you did not wish to speak with him, but you longed to hear or read his words.

One day, your mother entered your room with a pensive look. "Mama, what is it?"

"Yn... I have news, very important ones," she sat down at the edge of your spacious bed and took your hand in hers. "The viscount... he asked for your hand this morning. Your Baba approves, and Nadia does too, my love."

Your heart jumped outside your body for a moment, completely in shock.

You were happy, but you were not at the same time; perhaps the viscount only proposed because he was the gentleman he claimed to be and was merely fulfilling his duty?

"The viscount does not love me, Mama; I know it..." you sniveled, sadness washing over you. "He is simply fulfilling his duties because we..."

Your mother cut you off with an understanding look.

"Yn..." she spoke softly. "It is well; you do not need to tell me what happened between you and the viscount."

You sent a grateful gaze at her.

She always knew the right words to say when you were in distress.

"But, my dear," your mother expressed in an almost hesitant tone. "Whether the viscount wishes to marry you out of duty or out of love... I believe we should accept his proposal."

You were not angry at her idea because you wanted to marry him more than anything else in the world, but you feared he felt forced into proposing.

It was as if your heart had declared war on your mind.

Reluctantly, you nodded.

"I understand," you softly whispered. "Tell Baba to accept his proposal, but I wish to speak with the viscount beforehand."

Immediately after what you said, your mother ordered the maid to send an invitation for tea to the Jeon house.

___

The next day, Jungkook arrived with his mother by his side and an expensive bouquet of flowers in his hand.

"These are for you," he handed them to you, smiling shyly.

You silently thanked him, feeling the awkwardness brew; thankfully, your mother took the viscountess aside and left you and Jungkook enough room for a private conversation.

"I have not heard back about the proposal yet," Jungkook carefully started.

You nodded. "I have my Mama’s and Baba’s approval... Nadia’s too."

Jungkook watched you with attentive eyes, trying to gather what was holding you back from taking him as your husband.

"But I am afraid you are only proposing because of what happened at the country house," you confessed to him, looking down at your lap. "I do not want a marriage that is based solely on duties, Jungkook."

Jungkook looked frustrated, shaking his head.

"Listen to me, Yn," he grabbed your chin gently, locking his eyes with yours. "I love you. I have loved you from the moment we raced each other in that park. I have loved you at every dance, on every walk, every time we've been together, and every time we have been apart. You do not have to accept it, embrace it, or even allow it. Knowing you, you probably will not. But you must know it in your heart. You must feel it because I do. I love you."

You looked away for a second, tears of joy and longing filling your eyes.

While you gathered your words, he continued, "I know I am imperfect, but I will humble myself before you because I cannot imagine my life without you, and that is why I wish to marry you."

At that point, your face was tear-stained all over, returning your gaze to him as you smiled delicately.

"I love you, Jungkook, and I will marry you," you declared. "But do not think there will come a day where you do not vex me."

He now wore a big smile on his face, leaning in to engulf your full lips in a gentle kiss.

"Is that a promise, Yn Ln?" he breathed against your lips.

___

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⚔︎ Chapter 0: The Prologue Pairing: Taehyung x Reader Other Tags: Assassin!Taehyung, Assassin!Reader, Assassin!Jimin, Dad!Jimin, Assassin!Yoongi, Gang Leader!Yoongi, Assassin!Namjoon, Swordmaster!Hoseok, Chef!Hoseok, Pimp!Seokjin Genre: Assassins! AU, Exes!AU, Lovers to Enemies, Action, Comedy, Suspense, Martial Arts, Drama, Thriller, Romance (if you squint), Heavy Angst, Violence, 18+ only Word Count: 3.3k+ Summary: A former assassin awakens from a four-year coma after her ex-lover Taehyung tries to kill her on her wedding day. Driven by revenge for the loss of her unborn child and stolen life, she creates a hit list and embarks on a ruthless mission to take down everyone responsible. Warnings: toxic relationship, death, blood, pregnant woman being badly injured, guns, gunshot, this is just the prologue so there's not much here, let me know if I missed anything... A/N: Chapters will start officially dropping July 5th. Thanks for reading!

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The chapel should’ve been silent.

It was an old place in a small washed up town just out of El Paso, Texas. Wooden and made for no more than fifty people at a time. Places like this were built for quiet. Women fanning themselves, whispered prayers, the stillness when they bowed their heads. A paster who spoke softly and with a slight lisp. But this one wasn’t still.

Light filtered through the fractured stained glass in strange, broken beams. The familiar colors—once soft blues and radiant golds—were twisted now, bleeding together in sickly smears. That light didn’t warm the room. It landed in slashes, casting jaundiced yellows and bruised purples across the pews.

Everything in that chapel was not as it should have been.

The pews were gashed and gouged, varnish long gone in patches where children’s fingernails had worn it away. Places where fingers once folded in reverence were now sticky with rot or worn bare by time. Whatever prayers had been whispered here—if they were ever answered—no one would know now.

When the police would come just ten minutes later, the church would be demolished a few short weeks later. The folks of Canutillo did not want to be reminded of the Two Pines Masacre nor the family that was butchered within it.

The air hung thick, not just with heat but with something worse. It clung to the skin, damp and cloying, as if the chapel itself was sweating. It stank of iron, fresh and metallic, and beneath it, something sweeter curled. Rotten sweet. Like fruit left too long in the sun, or perfume curdled by time. A scent that turned your stomach.

At the front of the chapel, just below the altar, the bride lay crumpled.

A tangle of limbs and torn fabric, folded in on herself like she’d been cast down from a height and left to break where she fell. One leg bent the wrong way beneath her. The other twitched, small and aimless. Her arms were pulled tight to her chest, fists curled as if she’d tried to hold something that was already gone.

What was left of her dress was soaked in her blood, shredded and barely able to cover her. It clung to her in blood-slick folds. The bodice had been split straight down the center

The blood came slow, thick. It soaked into the stone beneath her in sluggish waves. And still, somehow, she breathed. Just barely. Wet, shallow gasps that scraped through her throat like they hurt to take. Her skin glistened with sweat, her color all wrong—an almost bruised color and waxy.

Her face was swollen, broken in places. One eye sealed shut beneath a crust of blood. Her jaw looked fractured. Her lips cracked. The other eye fluttered—just enough to show she was still in there. Somewhere.

But it wasn’t hope in that eye. Hope had left long before the blood spilled.

What was left was something raw. Maybe fury. Maybe instinct. Maybe the thought of someone else, someone small and helpless, curled inside her. Someone she’d tried to shield. Someone she was losing now.

This place was supposed to be her sanctuary. Now it was a grave.

The stone floor around her was littered. Shell casings glinted in the crooked light, catching just enough glow to show they were fresh. Still warm. Red and white roses lay crushed beside them, petals trampled and turning brown, some plastered to the blood. The air reeked of gunpowder, sharp and bitter, cutting through the sweeter rot.

And in the middle of the wreckage, Taehyung Kim stood.

Nothing about him was out of place. The suit was charcoal, sharp at the edges, made to measure and too expensive for a place like this. The shirt beneath it was blindingly white, clean and untouched. Three of its buttons were left undone and you could see a thin, gold chain dangling from his neck.

The world around him was torn to pieces—blood smeared across the floor, bullet casings still spinning in the dust, the air thick with what had just transpired not even twenty minutes before—but he stood there like none of it had touched him. Not even in passing. He looked like a mourner. Maybe even a priest. But he wasn’t either.

He was the reason why the entire Groban family was gone, and the bride to be was laying on those steps.

The light caught his face in strange ways, shadows carving into the sharp lines of his jaw and beneath his eyes. His expression didn’t give anything away. No guilt. No satisfaction. Just… stillness. That dangerous, unreadable kind. Behind him, the crucifix hung crooked on the wall, blackened with time, the figure above warped by rot. Its arms stretched wide, but it didn’t look like salvation anymore.

It looked like surrender.

And then, Taehyung moved.

No hurry. No sound. Just a single step down the aisle, then another, cutting through the streaks of blood like he couldn’t feel them. When he reached her, he didn’t hesitate. He dropped to one knee beside her the way some men kneel before a proposal, or a grave.

Like it was familiar.

His hands rested on his thighs. He didn’t reach for her. Didn’t try to help. He just watched. Quiet. Careful.

The blood had dried into a crusted line at her temple, cracking where it clung to the fine hairs around her face. Her lip was split, puffy, dark with bruising. Her dress hung in shreds, soaked and torn, the fabric stuck to her skin like a second, ruined layer. Her chest moved—barely—with each breath, and every rise and fall looked like a negotiation her body was losing.

Taehyung didn’t say anything. He didn’t have to.

Whatever emotion passed behind his eyes was faint—almost nothing—but it was there. A flicker. Not guilt, not quite. Something murkier. Something harder to name. Maybe recognition. Maybe the aftertaste of a feeling he'd long stopped claiming.

She was still alive. Barely.

Her breath rattled in her chest, dragging in air with a sound that didn’t quite resemble breathing anymore. More like something breaking, slowly.

He reached into his jacket.

There was no urgency in the motion. He pulled out a handkerchief—folded tight, corners crisp. White, like the shirt. A monogram in navy blue stitched into one edge: T.K. Simple serif letters. A detail meant for someone who believed their things mattered enough to mark them.

He unfolded it with care. Almost like he was preparing for something sacred.

Then he leaned in and began to wipe the blood from her face.

The movement was slow. Precise. Her temple first. Then the curve of her cheek. The corner of her mouth. His hand barely touched her skin, the cloth gliding with an eerie gentleness—like he wasn’t cleaning a dying woman, but handling something fragile. Precious. A relic he didn’t want to break any further.

The handkerchief turned red instantly. It soaked up the blood like it had been waiting for it.

She twitched. It was the smallest thing. A spasm. A tremor. Enough to show she was still in there somewhere.

Her one good eye peeled open—just a sliver—and found him. Locked onto him like a compass needle. Even through the haze, even drowning in pain, she saw him. Really saw him.

And what was in her gaze wasn’t surrender.

It was fire. Small. Fading. But still alive.

Anger. Refusal. A jagged piece of something that refused to die just because everything else already had.

Taehyung smiled.

A twitch of his mouth. Not a grin. Not warmth. Just the echo of something old—some past life where he knew how to smile like a person. It didn’t fit here. Not in this broken chapel. Not above this broken body.

But he let it sit there anyway.

When he spoke, his voice was low, casual. Like they were sharing a memory.

“Do you find me sadistic?”

He asked it like it was a real question. No sarcasm. No menace. Just curiosity. Like he honestly wanted to know.

She didn’t answer.

Her mouth parted, but all that came out was air. A dry, ragged sound caught somewhere between a breath and a refusal. Her jaw clenched. Her eye never left him.

She never looked away.

His gaze drifted away from her, slow and unhurried, as if he were walking through a memory instead of a crime scene.

Down the aisle. Across pews littered with the dead—bodies collapsed where they’d fallen, limbs twisted awkwardly, some with eyes still open, staring at nothing. The light coming through the broken stained glass scattered in warped patches, crawling across the stone floor like shards of color spilled from a broken bottle.

And there, near the altar—Thomas Groban. Tommy Boy. Face down. One arm caught underneath him, the other stretched out like he’d tried to reach her in those final seconds. The gold ring on his finger caught a sliver of that fractured light—just enough to glint, just enough to remind anyone watching that once, not so long ago, he’d stood right here. Beside her. Holding her hand. Promising things like always and forever.

Now there was only silence.

Taehyung sneered at his mop of golden blonde hair. Tommy's blue eyes were curiously looking at him nearly twenty minutes before. Now he was staring at nothing but the cold wooden floor of the chapel and his own blood. He stared at the Groban boy for a while. Longer than the moment called for. Something flickered behind his eyes, but it didn’t settle into an expression.

Then he turned back to the bride. She was staring at him with unadulterated hatred. Taehyung knew that look all too well, and he had been on the receiving end of it quite a few times. Back then, though, he would call her a cunt and she’d laugh. Then they’d kiss and make up. Now, he knew how this was going to end, and there would be no laughter or kisses. There would never be another make up. Today was the end.

“In another time,” he said quietly, like the thought had come to him just then, “men like me were called kings.”

There was no irony in it. Just a simple truth spoken into the stillness. He let it hang in the air for a second.

“In this one?” His breath slipped out with a humorless laugh—dry, like old dust. “We get called monsters. Or CEOs.”

He reached again for the handkerchief, though by now it was ruined—red soaked deep into the white cotton, no part of it clean. Bending down, he adjusted his pants before reaching up to her face. He dabbed at her cheek and the blood smeared more than it cleared. Still, he kept at it.

She flinched, pain blossoming on her skin. Still, she held his gaze. Taehyung’s expression was blank but his voice seemed almost warm. Sweet, even. Like he was talking to a child. It reminded her of the times they would lay around the fire pit in his backyard and stare at the stars.

And his voice lowered, barely more than a breath. “But you,” he said, “you made it difficult.”

His jaw tightened. He swallowed hard. “You shouldn’t have made me love you.”

He looked down. Not at her—just at the space between them.

“You know, kiddo…” he murmured, the nickname burning a hole in her chest, “I like to think you’re still aware enough to understand this isn’t sadism.”

His voice stayed calm.

“This is me at my most masochistic.”

She coughed.

The sound tore through the air—wet and sharp, like something inside her had given way. Blood slid from the corner of her mouth, catching on her teeth, her chin, her collarbone. Her lips moved again, slower this time. Straining.

He leaned in close, just enough to catch it.

“Tae…” she whispered.

It stopped him. Not for long. Just a moment. But it was enough to freeze the air between them, to crack open the part of him he’d been holding shut for too long.

He stood. Slowly. His hand moved to the holster at his side, pulling the revolver free in one smooth motion. The gun gleamed even in the fractured light—a sleek, polished silver that looked like it belonged on display, not in a place like this. Not surrounded by bodies and blood and ruin.

She would’ve recognized it.

She’d given it to him once, back when gifts meant something, back when she was his viper and he still believed he could tame her. Back when they were dangerous together—but not deadly. Back when he had loved her and made her world go round.

Now it was just another line they couldn’t uncross.

He raised it. The barrel stopped a breath above her brow. Steady. Unshaking.

She didn’t move. Didn’t close her eyes. Her lips parted, working around one last breath, one last word, shaped with whatever strength she had left.

“It’s your bab—”

The shot cut her off mid-sentence. One sharp, shattering crack. The sound lashed through the wooden beams, rang off the stone walls, and bounced back.

Her head snapped back as if yanked by some invisible string, then lolled forward. Her eye, the one still visible, stared blankly ahead.. Her lips parted slightly as if to finish her thought, but no sound came. Her fingers, once tense, unfurled slowly, releasing nothing at all.

Taehyung stood over her.

His hand still held the revolver, lowered now, almost forgotten. The weight of it felt heavier than before. There was something tight in his chest, a pressure that wasn’t grief—not quite. And it wasn’t regret either, not in any clean, mournful way. It was rawer than that. Messier. A jagged sensation, like something vital had been torn from him, and only now did his body begin to register the pain.

The rage that had consumed him minutes earlier had burned out too quickly. All that remained were embers and smoke. Ashes in his throat. He’d come here with purpose, driven by a need to end something—to make her silence permanent, to settle old scores. Now it was done. The story had ended. But the weight didn’t lift.

His breath came low and steady, more habit than will. He looked down at his hands. Blood streaked across his knuckles. Must have blown back on him. Slowly, methodically, he wiped them clean on a torn handkerchief pulled from his pocket. The fabric, already covered in Y/N’s blood, soaked up the red greedily. He folded it neatly, each crease sharp, precise. He tucked it back into his coat.

He smoothed the front of his jacket. Adjusted the cuffs. Straightened his spine. A last defense against what was unraveling inside. And then he looked at her one final time.

That was all he would allow himself.

Her words clung to the edges of his memory, a whisper threatening to root itself deeper. He didn’t know if he believed her. He wasn’t sure it mattered anymore. Maybe it was true. Maybe it was just a final ploy—her last hand played too late. A lie meant to break his resolve. She had always known how to twist the blade.

But none of that could be undone now.

He would have to tell Namjoon. There was no avoiding that. His younger brother would be waiting just beyond the chapel doors—pacing the gravel path, fists clenched, rage simmering under the surface. Taehyung could already feel the tension pressing in from outside, a storm gathering breath, waiting to break. Namjoon had opposed this from the very start. He had argued, pleaded, demanded another way. But in the end, he'd relented—not because he agreed, but because Taehyung had asked him to.

None of them had truly wanted this—not in their hearts, not when stripped of loyalty and obligation. Not even Jimin, who perhaps had the most personal reason to see it done. Not even Yoongi, who had once loved Y/N with a quiet intensity that still lingered even when he said it hadn’t.

Brandi had wanted it. Eagerly. Almost too much. Her hate for Y/N had always burned wild and senseless, a deep-rooted bitterness that Taehyung had never fully understood. The others chalked it up to jealousy—said Y/N had something Brandi never could. But that answer felt too simple. Brandi’s rage was deeper than a simple jealousy, and Y/N had never stopped herself from biting back ten times harder when they would get into their spats. And now that Y/N was dead, she’d probably smile in the mirror and try her best to get back into Taehyung’s bed.

Not that he would ever put up much of a fight.

Jimin and Yoongi had followed for reasons far more transactional. Yoongi had secured control of Busan through his compliance—he played the long game and played it well. Jimin had been promised his freedom, the chance to leave the dirt behind and chase something gentler: Loretta Bell, the doctor with warm hands and soft eyes waiting for him in California. That was enough for him.

Namjoon had followed for only one reason: because his brother asked. Because Taehyung needed him to. That loyalty was a burden now, and it would cost them both.

Because this—this changed everything.

If what she said was true… If the child was his…

Then no one would forgive him. Not fully. Maybe not ever. Maybe not even himself.

Brandi would stay by his side—that much was certain. She always did. But her loyalty wasn’t born of belief or conviction. It was hunger. A calculated desire to win him over, to be the last one left standing beside him, no matter what it cost. She had always wanted to please him ever since he saved her from the shithole she called a life.

Namjoon would erupt. Taehyung could already hear the sharp edge in his brother’s voice, the disbelief curdling into fury. He would see this not as a necessary act, not as strategy, but as betrayal. As murder. As something that went past whatever moral line Taehyung had left.

Yoongi would go silent. That was his way. But silence didn’t mean peace. He had claimed he was done with Y/N, that whatever they’d once had was long extinguished. But Taehyung had never fully bought it. There was still a softness in Yoongi, buried under all the steel and shadows, and it had always been reserved for her.

If Yoongi even suspected the baby wasn’t Tommy Groban’s…

He would disappear without ceremony. Vanish deeper into the folds of the South Korean underworld, taking Lynn Easton with him. No more border runs. No more favors. Busan would swallow him whole. And it would take Taehyung years—if ever—to earn his trust back.

Jimin would be angry, too. Quietly, bitterly so. But he would compartmentalize it like he did everything else. He’d take the freedom he’d been promised and Loretta Bell’s waiting hand, and he’d vanish into the California haze, determined to start fresh. He wouldn’t look back.

Taehyung closed his eyes for half a second, then forced the thoughts away. He buried them deep, past the guilt, past the confusion, past the splinter of fear he hadn’t dared name. He couldn’t afford to unravel now. Not here. Not yet.

Y/N had always known how to twist him into knots—how to pull at the seams. Even dead, she still had a hand around his throat. She had been brilliant. Beautiful. Dangerous in ways he hadn’t seen coming until it was too late. A born liar who wielded the truth like a blade. She could say a thing so convincingly it felt like gospel, even when it was poison.

And now, she’d left behind one final snare. One last doubt. A whisper that would haunt him, nested in blood and smoke and silence.

Even in dying, she had made sure he wouldn’t walk away clean.

His footsteps echoed across the chapel floor—sharp, deliberate, precise. The sound reverberated through the wreckage, past shattered glass and stained wood. The air hung heavy with the acrid stench of gunpowder and blood, laced with fading incense and the ghost of prayers that no longer mattered.

He moved past her body, still at the altar. Past the ruined pews and broken vows. Past the promises whispered into darkness, too late to be kept.

He didn’t look back.

There was nothing behind him worth remembering.

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anatomy of a vampire | 01

a young man returns to a small town he hasn't seen in years, and a house he hasn't lived in since before the last president was born, only to find that a stray cat has given birth to kittens in his closet.

pairing: vampire!jk x nerdy f veterinarian!reader (with a special interest in the science and biology aspect of the supernatural lol)

genre: sorta scifi-ish, fluff, minor angst, some smut later on

word count: 4.7k

warnings: none in this part (maybe anatomy talk/vet talk?), but there's gonna be like... inspection kink-stuff later on 🤪 more detailed warnings to come <3

rating: NC-17 – Adults Only

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part 1/? 

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You’re halfway through your lunch when Namjoon pokes his head into the break room, a stethoscope around his neck and thick-rimmed glasses low on his nose.

“Reception just got a call about a home visit.”

“Today?” you ask, your mouth full of chicken sandwich as you glance at your wristwatch. You and Namjoon are way too close for you to care about being ladylike.

“Mhm.”

You pause. Not many clinics in your small town offer home visits, and even fewer do it on short notice. For your clinic, it’s usually about an old dog being put to rest at home—incredibly sad, but not an emergency. 

“Is it urgent?”

“Not on the minute, but needs done today.”

You glance at the patient chart on the table in front of you. “I think this’ll be quick. I’ll go after this one.”

“You sure?” Namjoon asks. “Technically, it’s my turn.”

“Yeah, it’s fine. You should see Oakley when he comes; he’s not very fond of me.”

Oakley, a returning patient with chronic stomach issues, has managed to spray paint you a yellowy brown on three different occasions. From both ends. It’s like he aims.

Namjoon snorts. He hasn’t been hit once.

Checking your watch again, you push the last bite of your sandwich into your mouth, chewing it while you grab the chart. Namjoon is already on his way to greet another patient and their owner, and you take a second to swallow and wipe any crumbs off your scrubs before you follow his lead, heading into the waiting area.

“Millie?” you call, smiling when a young woman rises from a chair, her red dachshund's nose practically glued to the clinic floor.

It’s two-thirty when you pull out of the clinic parking lot, the clinic’s old station wagon rattling faintly as you steer onto the main road. The address in the confirmation email is farther out than you expected but still technically within the town limits, and you watch the short apartment buildings give way to larger, more spaced-out houses as you drive.

You don’t often find yourself in this part of town these days, although you’re very familiar with at least one house here. Many Halloweens were spent here back in the day, kids dressed up as various creatures daring each other to fight through the overgrown lawn and peek inside the dark windows. Countless stories were told about the abandoned house, each one slightly more insane than the last. Of course, you were like… eight, and a large, seemingly empty white house with a big, black gable was doomed to be haunted.

Still, you’re very surprised when you stop at the red pin on your phone’s screen, and it’s outside that very house. Momo, who works the reception, must’ve forgotten to fill out the pet owner’s name on the confirmation form she sent you, so all you have is this address and a brief line of patient info.

Even though the sky is gray—fittingly enough threatening September rain—it’s not as scary as you remember. Probably because it’s not a dark Halloween night, and you’re not a kid anymore. It also doesn’t actually seem to be abandoned. To be fair, it was never really run-down aside from the lawn, but now there’s a big black SUV parked outside. 

Getting out of the car, you grab the rectangular veterinary kit bag, accidentally shutting the trunk a little too hard. The sound echoes down the quiet street, letting anyone who wasn’t already aware know of your arrival. A chilly breeze has you pulling your softshell jacket tighter over your light blue scrubs as you lock the car. When you turn back to the house, you pause to take it in once more. It’s a pretty house—two-story, painted white probably a long time ago but still holding up surprisingly well. Black shutters frame the dark windows, and the tall, black gabled roof reaches impressively toward the gray sky. The lawn has either been trimmed within the last few years, or your childhood imagination really exaggerated it because you can clearly recall it looking more like a thicket with tall grass than just… an overgrown lawn. You distinctly remember more... shrubs.

Climbing the shallow steps, you stop in front of the black-painted door and raise your hand to knock. As you wait, you tilt your head back, once again letting your gaze linger on the house. Who exactly are you here to meet? Maybe it’s some introverted old woman who rarely leaves her house? Or a grumpy old man? But then again, the SUV looked awfully modern. Maybe the ancient resident has a grandchild visiting?

A short moment later, the door opens with a slight creak.

It’s not an old lady; it’s a young man. A tall young man—probably the most attractive one you’ve ever seen—looking down at you. He’s broad-shouldered and lean, visibly fit even despite the thick, black hoodie and baggy jeans he wears. You try not to stare at the shadow created in the fabric between his pecs, or the way the oversized hoodie still somehow manages to cling to the top of his bicep as he keeps one hand on the door handle. His black, relatively straight hair doesn’t look styled, just like it naturally falls into its part, the sides of it a little shorter than the top. Everything about him screams effortless, like he just wakes up looking like that.

One thing’s for sure: he wasn’t who you expected to open the door.

“Uh, hi,” you introduce yourself, telling him your name, “Did you… call for a vet?”

For some reason, he looks almost as surprised as you. “Hey. I did, yeah. I’m Jeongguk.”

Though he smiles politely, he doesn’t offer his hand for you to shake. It’s not something you dwell on. Quite a few of the pet owners you meet prefer not to shake hands.

“Come in.”

You nod and step inside, having to almost squeeze past him in the narrow hallway as he shuts the door behind you. Like always when you enter a strange man’s home alone, you say a little prayer in your head. If it came to it, you’ve got a bunch of pointy things in your bag, but you’d still prefer it if he wasn’t crazy to begin with.

As you move past him, you’re almost surprised that you don’t… smell him. Men—at least in this town—are very fond of their colognes and sprays, but you don’t catch even the slightest whiff of him. You wouldn’t say that you particularly enjoy the strong… scents, but the total lack of one from a hunk like this is almost disappointing.

When you go to slip your shoes off, he stops you. 

“Keep them on,” he says, voice kept low due to the distance. Or rather, the lack thereof. “It’s… not very clean.” 

There’s something in the casual smile he gives you besides an attractiveness you’ve never seen before. Maybe it’s a tad of… sheepishness? It doesn’t matter; your skin still heats under his gaze

“Oh, okay,” you say, trying to remain unbothered and professional while waiting for him to take the lead. Luckily, you don’t think he notices.

Even with the heads-up, you’re not sure what surprises you more as you follow him into the house—the layers and layers of dust, or the Edwardian, neoclassical interior design. The faded, beige walls are paneled, and as he leads you toward a staircase, you catch a glimpse of what appears to be the living room through an open archway. In it, you spot a pale green velvet sofa and two upholstered armchairs, fitting right in. There’s also a rectangular fireplace, a gold-framed mirror above it, and what catches your interest the most: a chandelier. Its size is impressive, and so is the fact that it looks like it was made for real, live candles. The same goes for the brass wall sconces placed on either side of the fireplace. You’ve only ever seen those in movies.

“They’re up here,” he says, and you nod, reaching for the wooden railing as you follow him up the stairs.

The steps creak loudly beneath your weight—another reminder of just how old this house probably is. At the landing, he turns, leading you to a bedroom. It’s surprisingly small for a house this size, but it’s cozy and warm in a way you weren’t expecting. You guess the clouds outside have eased up a little because the smallest ray of sunlight filters through the practically sheer beige curtains and highlights the dust particles floating in the air.

The four-poster bed is made from dark wood, its canopy rails bare and the headboard curled softly. Like most things, the white sheets appear pretty much untouched, and the only real signs of life are the footsteps disturbing the dust on the floor. You've followed a path all the way from the door, and when you look closer, you see paw prints venturing outside it.

Noticing your lingering gaze, Jeongguk scratches the back of his neck.

“I haven’t been here in a while.”

You figured. It doesn’t look like anyone’s been here since… the late 1800s. Although it’s certainly a stylistic choice—and one you wouldn’t have expected from someone so young and otherwise modern-looking—it has its charm. Even if you’re not sure there’s even electricity or running water.

“I arrived earlier today and found them here,” Jeongguk continues, approaching a standalone wooden wardrobe placed against the wall. One door is already slightly ajar, but when he carefully opens it wider, you see them. The cat with kittens. “I read that you’re not supposed to move them.”

The mother cat, who looks to be all black, has made a little nest on top of a crisp white shirt that’s fallen from its hanger above.

“Oh,” you breathe, crouching slowly to get a better look. “They’re brand new.”

“Yeah. And I think one is smaller than the others.”

Your eyes travel over the small beings, each with varying patches of white to go with the black. None of them, from what you can tell, have even opened their eyes yet. The mother cat stops licking one of the kittens to give you a warning hiss. You listen, rising to your feet and turning away, a plan already in mind.

“Okay, I brought some food that might help lure her out,” you say, setting the bag down on the floor and crouching to reach into it. “This stuff’s usually pretty irresistible…”

But when you look back at the man—a jar gripped in your hand—he’s already holding the mother cat. Just straight around her middle, as if he’s never held a cat before. She doesn’t seem to mind very much, just hangs there, looking around.

Jeongguk looks at you, a little surprised too.

“Oh, okay. She seems to like you better,” you smile. You can’t help but think that he looks… sweet. A big, clearly very muscular and attractive man who’s liked by animals? It’s definitely both a green flag and a personal weakness for you.

The food goes back into the bag, and you reach for the equipment you’ll need instead. With a stethoscope around your neck, a small kitchen scale, and a thermometer, you kneel in front of the wardrobe. In the meantime, Jeongguk sits down on the bed, the cat perched on his lap. He keeps his large hands around her, gently keeping her in place in case she changes her mind.

Very gently, you reach for the smallest kitten first. It squirms in your hands, mouth open and paws sticking out in a silent protest. 

“Sex is notoriously tricky to tell on kittens, especially this small, so I’m not even gonna try,” you say with a smile, giving the kitten a general once-over before focusing on its face. It’s a sweet little thing, crying a little as you inspect it. This one is mostly black but with two white front paws.

“Well, I’d definitely say they’re only a day or two old. This one has a suckle reflex but hasn’t opened its eyes yet. That usually happens between day five and fourteen. The umbilical stump is still attached too, and that usually falls off around day two to four.”

“So that’s… good?” Jeongguk asks, and when you look at him, the mother cat is bumping her head against his abdomen. He peers down at her on his lap, extending his veiny hand in a wordless offer. She accepts it, rubbing her head against his palm and letting him pet her.

“Yeah. That’s normal.”

You return your focus to the little being in your hands, carefully looking into its mouth again to check its gums and palate. 

“Pink gums and no cleft. That’s good, too.”

With one hand, you grab the stethoscope from your neck, putting the earpieces in place. Getting a clear heart or lung reading on kittens this tiny isn’t easy. Their heart rate is fast, making it easy to miss abnormalities, and their small, wriggling bodies make it hard to even position the chestpiece properly in the first place.

Focusing, you hold the kitten still, placing the stethoscope on the left side of its chest just behind the elbow. Then you listen closely, trying to ignore the soft purring from the adult cat.

It sounds… good. Alright, at least. Shifting the stethoscope slightly, you first listen to one lung and then the other. You don’t notice anything abnormal there, either.

“Heart and lungs sound okay,” you declare, slipping the stethoscope back around your neck.

“What’s next?”

“Temperature,” you answer, reaching for the digital thermometer.

“What should their temperature be?”

“Somewhere between thirty-six and thirty-six point five degrees Celsius.”

“Isn’t that a little low? I mean, compared to a human?”

“Adult cats are more similar to humans, but kittens generally run a little colder,” you explain, focusing on getting the reading right. “They don’t have the ability to regulate their body temperature properly for the first couple of weeks.”

The thermometer beeps.

“Thirty-six point two,” you mumble. “So that’s within the range. A little low, but not necessarily dangerous.”

With one hand, you reach for the kitchen scale, setting it on the floor in front of you. It powers on, and once it’s ready, you place the kitten on it, keeping your hand floating above in case the little animal tries to wiggle off the tray.

The number settles, and you read it out loud. “Eighty-one grams.”

“Too small?” Jeongguk wonders.

“On the lower side, but not dangerously so. At least not yet.”

You take the kitten and carefully place it back in the makeshift nest for the moment. Before reaching for another kitten to examine in the same way, you grab a small notebook in your bag, quickly jotting down the numbers so you don’t forget them.

Jeongguk looks on as you inspect the rest of the four kittens, occasionally asking another question. It’s not unusual for pet owners to ask questions, but considering these aren’t even his cats—and from what you gathered, he only found them today—it makes your chest warm. Not everyone would go to such lengths for stray cats. It also doesn’t help your growing soft spot that you get to talk about animals and their anatomy to someone who seems to want to listen. After all, you’re a bit of a nerd, and this is your number one fascination.

One by one, the kittens get their clean bill of health and are placed back on the shirt, and then you shift your focus to their mother. She’s standing on Jeongguk’s lap, still headbutting his chest. While she’s preoccupied, you quietly reach into your bag for the microchip scanner, but the moment you try to get close, she notices and hisses. 

“Give it a try, please?” You hold the scanner out to Jeongguk, keeping as much distance as you can. “Press this button and move the scanner over her, focusing on her neck and back.”

Jeongguk takes the scanner from your outreached hand, doing as you instructed and pressing the button. It beeps, and he begins to move it over her.

“Like this?” he asks, his eyebrows furrowed almost angrily as he focuses.

You nod encouragingly. “Yeah.”

“Is it to see if she has an owner?”

“Yes. But sometimes, even if they are microchipped, there's not a registered owner. But we can hope.”

He continues to search for a chip, but when nothing happens, he looks at you with those dark eyes, silently asking what to do.

“Try her belly and even her legs. Sometimes, they migrate.”

Adjusting his grip on the scanner, he moves it lower.

“Doesn’t seem like it,” he says a moment later, handing the scanner back to you.

“Yeah,” you sigh, taking it to put it back in the bag. Although disappointed, you’re not surprised. “Would you mind helping me check her out? She seems to really like you. A whole lot better than she likes me, at least.”

He matches the soft smile you give him. “Sure.”

“Okay, well, she seems to be in okay condition, but I need to rule out any birth-related injuries. 

“What do I do?” he asks, scooting closer to the edge of the bed, the cat still happy to receive his attention. 

“Just… hold her like that… Yes, exactly. And with your other hand, move her tail away for me?”

A little awkwardly, he follows your instructions again, and while you don’t think the cat particularly enjoys it, she doesn’t fight it. You move closer, trying to get a better look while doing your best not to stare at his veiny hands instead. In any other setting, they’d be way too much of a distraction, but knowing that this cat depends on you to evaluate her health, you divert your gaze.

“Alright… I don’t see anything... unusual, no swelling, no blood, no discharge. If she were injured, you’d usually spot it, but she’s not thrilled with me, so I won’t push it,” you chuckle, leaning back.

Having animals dislike you is unfortunately part of the job. Sometimes, it hurts your heart a little, but when you remember that it’s easy for an animal to associate the scrubs or equipment with something unpleasant and maybe even painful, it makes more sense. Briefly, you wonder if this cat has ever been to a vet or if her dislike for you stems from something else. It’s definitely normal for new mothers to have a bit of an attitude, but you’d think that would include every human in the room. Or maybe she doesn’t dislike you in particular; maybe she just really likes Jeongguk. Which... you know, fair.

Almost as if sensing that the examination is over, the black cat jumps down from Jeongguk’s lap, leaping past you to get to her babies. 

“Alright,” you say, wiping your hands on your pants before you stand up. “It’s important not to disturb them too much, but they’ll still need some supervision—especially the small one—just to make sure they continue to eat and grow. And they’ll need a better place to nest, somewhere a little warmer, softer, and less… dusty. No offense.”

Jeongguk chuckles, standing up as well and brushing some cat hairs from his hoodie. “None taken.”

“So, if you want me to, I can take them with me. We have a foster program and a few great volunteers.”

Jeongguk looks down at you, his brows furrowed in confusion this time. “I thought they were too small to be moved?”

“Yeah,” you nod, bending down to quickly gather the rest of the used equipment and put it back in the bag. “Ideally, they wouldn’t need to be. But I understand if you can’t or don't want to look after a stray cat and her kittens.”

“No, it’s… uh… It’s fine,” he says, appearing to land in a decision and sticking by it, his eyes traveling to the little bodies nestled into the white shirt. “It’s not that hard, right? Just keep an eye on them? If you think I can do it, of course. I already have a litter box.”

You blink, a little surprised. “You just happened to have a litter box?”

“No, I asked some neighbors after I called you. I figured you'd have some tips about the other stuff. Like food and such.”

Your smile grows as you watch him. He is… oddly endearing. “Yeah. Of course,” you say, your voice softening. The fewer cats and kitten taking up the very limited space at the volunteers', the better. “Okay.”

You begin drafting an email to send to him. It includes everything you've talked about plus cat food recommendations for the mother cat and a link to a cat bed that’s cheap but comfortable enough for a nursing litter. While you write, you talk him through everything again, like what to watch for, when to weigh them, and what to do if anything seems off.

He asks a few questions, making it very clear—if it wasn’t already—that he doesn’t really have any experience with animals. While he’s never appeared scared or nervous during your visit, you can tell that he’s not quite sure what to do. He moves slowly, almost a little awkwardly around the cats, but it’s more like he doesn’t want to scare them.

“You really like animals,” he points out, watching you tuck your notebook back into the bag.

You glance up at him. His tone isn’t mocking but more... curious. Still, you nod, a little self-conscious of how nerdy you can be.

“Yeah, animals are incredible. Not only because they’re such good companions—some of them at least—but, they’re so fascinating? How they function and how they’ve evolved.”

But there’s something else in his curious gaze that you finally pick up on, and it dawns on you.

“You think I’m a freak too, don’t you?” you say with a smile, pulling the stethoscope you’d forgotten to pack from around your neck and tucking it into the bag as well.

“No, no,” he shakes his head.

You lift an eyebrow. “But you know about it? My paper?”

His eyes are so dark. “Yeah…”

You look away, trying not to let it affect your professionalism. Speaking about it brings up memories you’d rather not be reminded of. “I thought you said you hadn’t been here in forever?”

It’s weird, right? If he doesn’t live here and hasn’t been around in a long time, how would he know the gossip?

“Town called a few years ago. About the electrical wiring needing to be upgraded. So I came here to fix it.”

Oh. That makes sense, you guess. A few years ago was when it first happened. That’s probably also why the yard looked different from what you remembered.

“And you heard about it?”

He smiles apologetically. “Yeah. It’s a small town, I guess.”

“It’s not like I think Ariel is real. Or that dragons roam the sky or that Dracula lives in a dark castle somewhere, wearing a black cape over a white, frilly shirt,” you defend, slinging the bag over your shoulder. “I just wrote about how much we don’t actually know about the living organisms around us and how some of the 'supernatural' traits aren't really that crazy, anatomically speaking.”

“No, I get that,” he assures, sounding like he genuinely didn’t mean to upset you. “I found it very interesting.”

“So is that why you looked so surprised to see me? Because you recognized me?”

“No. Or… well, yeah. I spoke to the receptionist, and she told me a man’s name—Namjoon, I think—would come.”

“Oh.”

“But I did also vaguely recognize you, I think. From the image.”

Lifting your wrist, you glance at the watch. “I should start to head back. Lock the clinic up.”

“I didn’t mean to offend you,” Jeongguk says, and when you meet his dark eyes again, he looks genuine. “I don’t think you’re a freak, I promise.”

“It’s alright,” you say, offering him a quick smile. “I’m not supposed to be out this long anyway. I have to get back and finish up the bill. I’ll email it to you along with the advice, is that okay?”

He nods, clearly accepting that he did in fact upset you to some degree. “Okay. Thank you for the help.”

You smile again, relaxing your shoulders and taking a deep breath. Maybe you should cut him some slack. Technically, he wasn’t even the one to bring your paper up; that was all you. And besides very, very handsome, you haven’t once thought of him as anything other than sweet.

"No problem."

The drive back to the clinic is quiet. You don’t even turn the prehistoric radio on. It doesn’t matter because your thoughts are loud enough anyway, circling back to one thing. One thing and one person.

The paper you wrote in vet school was a mistake. Not that it was bad per se—it was a perfectly science-based paper, focused on the more unusual biological traits found in the animal kingdom. 

Unfortunately, you made the grave mistake of connecting some of those traits to various mythical creatures and their ‘unbelievable’ biology. Some of your peers—predominantly men—found it absolutely ridiculous and teased you for it. The more you tried to defend yourself, the funnier they thought it was.

You’d think it at least would’ve stayed within whatever small circle vet med is, but when your small town happens to be known specifically for the vet med program, a surprisingly large chunk of the population has some connection to it. You’re lucky that not many wish to stay in town after graduating, or you would’ve been last on the list to get a job. You still remember your current boss’s inspecting eyes as she interviewed you, trying to make sure you weren’t actually batshit crazy. That was maybe five or so years ago, and you haven’t really had to think about the paper in probably at least a year. 

Until today. Again, it wasn’t Jeongguk’s fault, you don’t think he even meant for it to be brought up. It still caught you off guard, though, because even if you don’t know him, he didn’t give off the same vibe as the people who laughed at you. And now, you can’t stop thinking about him. About his build, and how the oversized clothes hung off his strong, muscular body. Or his large, veiny hands as he gently pet the mother cat. His dark eyes, sharp jaw, and strong eyebrows. Even his nose—with its straight bridge and softly rounded tip, creating such a striking, masculine profile—had a way of completely mesmerizing you.

Not only is he probably the most attractive man you’ve seen in a long time—maybe ever, but he seemed… warm. You wouldn’t expect a man like him to care for a stray cat and her newborn kittens, much less call a vet out to help, but he did.

Back at the clinic, you take a seat in front of the desktop computer, typing your notes into the chart and updating the bill. Besides the obviously tragic parts of dealing with sick and injured animals, the worst part is probably billing the owners. You need money to live just like everyone else, but you’ll always feel wrong charging worried owners to care for their family members. Even now, as you’re adding the services to… Jeon Jeongguk’s bill, you think about how the cats don’t even belong to him.

The cursor hovers over his name. Who is he? How did he come to be the owner of that house, and why own it if he’s not living there or at least visiting regularly? Why bother even fixing the electrical wiring if it’s just gonna stay empty? And just how long had it been empty?

The questions whirl in your head. Though it’s not really any of your business why he returned, maybe you could’ve at least asked him where he’s from? It would’ve been acceptable small talk, right? Could you also have asked why he felt the need to take care of the cats, even when you offered to take them off his hands, or would that have been rude? 

Realizing that you’re not getting anywhere, you bill him for a standard home visit of half an hour—even though you stayed closer to one—and for the gas just so you don’t lose money on the visit. You don’t add the same day fee or charge him for the used materials.

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author's note: i hope you liked it and are excited for the rest because i think it's gonna be good!!! i also had some moodboard pics of the house made so let me know if you'd like to see them <3

[wannaghostbts]

I think that we could last forever!~

I'm afraid that everything will disappear!~

Just trust me!~

Trees That Wheep Masterlist

Pairing: Jimin x Reader Other tags: Werewolf!Jimin, Witch!Reader, Shifter!Reader, Shifter!Jimin, A/B/O Dynamics, Alpha!Jimin Word Count: 132.5k (ONGOING) Synopsis: Within the four realms of Lustra lay the Bangtan forest home to the Foxglove pack of the south and known as the “land of magic.” It is also home to the Bridd, a powerful witch from a cursed bloodline who is one of the sacred guardians of the forest. Y/N is the newest Bridd, a young girl who was given her position too early. Now a woman, Y/N is revered amongst the wolves as the most powerful witch they have ever known, but hiding under the surface is a woman who has to battle between her duty and her heart.

Wheep or wheeple- Verb- (of a bird) to whistle weakly.

Series: I: Blessed Under Moonlight II: A Rock and A Secret III: Harboring a Fugitive IV: Litha V: Sacrificial Lamb VI: Beside Him VII: Growing Pains VIII: A Murder IX: Landscapes X: The Beyond XI: Following Rivers XII: All in Blue

To be continued…

The Lost Chapters: Holiday Drabble: Solstice 3.5: When She Sees Me (Jimin’s pov)

Extras: The Encyclopedia Map of Lustra A Map of Foxglove Playlist The Moodboards

Cross posted on ao3: Here

[wannaghostbts]

I see you come back to me!~

rewriting love ✐ kim taehyung AU

summary | when a mysterious blackout traps you inside the world of a webtoon you certainly believe it’s one big cruel joke.

warnings |12.3K words, alternate universe, male comfort lead! Taehyung, parallel universe, angst, smut, college au, webtoon au, angst, soulmates? Au, cunnilingus, oral sex (f and m), raw sex, missionary, couch sex, soft sex, fantasy, multidimensional au, softie Taehyung, gentle Tae

05.17.22

“Weather forecast show signs of a heavy rainstorm traveling toward Seoul later tonight. Possible signs of a blackout due to the high chance of lightning and thunder. Please remain in doors until our weather advisory feels the storm safe enough to travel in.”

You kicked at the cushion below your feet, the news report cutting short your tv program. Your friend, Jina, was still on the phone, running around in search for her charger in her own apartment, “No! My phone is gonna die and if there’s gonna be a blackout then I desperately need my phone fully charged by midnight.”

You checked the time on your phone, reaching for the end of your charger and connecting it to your phone, “Do you think it’s going to be serious?”

“I don’t know but a new chapter always comes out at midnight and I wait all week long for this so I’m definitely not taking any chances with a dead phone,” she told you as she lifted her wire in glee that she found it, “I need to see if Taehyung finally gets the hint that Yoona likes him! You are reading it right?”

You nodded your head looking down at the small rectangular reflection of yourself on FaceTime and stared at your battery percentage, “Duh. If I didn’t you’d have me dead.”

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes when your friend went on a rant on her favorite webtoon at the moment. ‘First Love 101’ is what it’s called. It’s cheesy and stupid and predictable but your best friend was obsessed with it. And since you were her only friend that can bare her nonstop chatter over the webtoon she begged you to read it too so you could talk about it together.

It was a simple story, nothing exciting or new but it was by a famous webcomic artist so it got the buzz. It was about this college guy, Kim Taehyung, who has had a rough upbringing journeying through school, romance, and independence. It was pretty boring and yet when a new chapter came in you couldn’t put your phone down.

Later on when Jia had ended the call to let her phone charge quicker you could hear the storm brewing. It grew louder and harsher with each passing hour closer to midnight. It was dark and the wind was heavily knocking against your windows. The lights went out around 11:00pm and you curled a blanket around yourself on the couch and let the darkness cloud you with your phone screen being the only source of light.

Around midnight, 12:01am to be exact, the newest chapter was released along with a text from Jia threatening to haunt you in your sleep if you didn’t read it so you began immediately.

Another boring filler chapter. The main character, Taehyung, spent most of it dragged along to some Karaoke bar with his best friend where they talked about school and girls and the usual.

Sometime during the chapter, the mix of darkness around you and all the stress from the day had you falling asleep with the phone in your hand. The storm had grown louder, lightning came down harder, and your building was hit on the rooftop. All unknown to you as you entered a deep state of REM.

The morning after the storm, an awful random storm that had come out of the blue kept him up all night. He woke early morning with a huge headache due to drinking the night before and lack of sleep. He shuffled out of his bedroom, eyes still half shut and hair sticking out every which way. He’d stepped out into the brightness of his living room with no energy for the day yet it had all changed rather soon.

The scream he’d let out had not been quiet or manly but he couldn’t help it. You jolted up, or rather down as you fell off the end of your couch. The blanket you’d had over you was wrapped in your legs as you felt around your carpet looking for your phone. Had you fallen asleep on the couch?

“Who the fuck are you?”

You rubbed at your tired eyes jumping slightly in your spot on the floor at the sudden scream that had woken you in the first place. Your eyes widened in shock looking around again taking in your surroundings. This was not your apartment.

“Who are you?” You asked suddenly eerily aware of the man’s presence and the strange apartment. It looked so similar to yours, same layout and everything and yet it wasn’t yours. He held his phone up ready to dial the number for the police at the sight of an intruder. A weird intruder at that.

“I asked you first, you’re in my apartment. Tell me or I call the cops,” he demanded and you caved.

“Wait don’t call the police, I’m Y/n. Hold on,” you stood up abruptly looking around again and taking your phone, “I’m leaving.”

He stood in front of the door, arms and legs spread wide as his bed head fell across his eyes, “Not until you tell me what you’re doing at my house. Are you a stalker? Robber? Drunk girl?”

You listened to him rant going over every worse case scenario possible and yet you still felt like the real problem was worse. He watched the stranger in his house shake their head no and he did the same shooing his hair out of his face as he listened to you ramble, “I don’t know. I don’t know, please let me leave and I swear to god you will never have to see me again.”

“How do I know that? You can be my personal stalker—“

“I don’t even know who you are!”

He was ready to argue again when he stared at the clock hanging above his couch just over your head. He cursed, “Shit. Fine. Go! You already made me late. I better not ever see you here again.”

So you did. The second he gave you enough room to open the door you ran out. You immediately looked at the door number. Unit 25D. Just like yours. Outside the complex looked just the same except the name. The name was different yet so familiar and as you looked around everything was the same yet different.

You texted Jia but your texts and calls didn’t go through, apparently the number was not active. You didn’t have service either [what the fuck?] so you went to the McDonald’s down the block and used free wifi. You checked your socials which didn’t exist so you made a new profile. You searched Jia’s username on everything and it didn’t exist or someone else had it. You tried your parents, same problem.

You didn’t have your wallet or your keys since you’d fallen asleep on your couch and woke somewhere new. All you had was your ID which had been in your phone case. You used Apple Pay to pay for a cab ride to Jia’s address but the building was different and when you asked the office for her room number they claimed no such resident existed in their records.

So your only choice left at the end of the day was to return to the place you’d waken up. Not necessarily your apartment but see if you could recognize enough of your surroundings you might be able to see what happened. You refused to get scared and make this weird dream seem true.

Taehyung was tired and annoyed. His day had started on the wrong foot from the storm to the weirdo to being late. Then he had an exam he completely failed and his best friend Jimin was begging him to go out again.

He’d just gotten off the bus, not even both feet in the pavement when he froze. There you stood, head in hands still dressed in the clothes he’d seen you sleeping in. With a roll of his eyes he couldn’t help himself from speaking, “I thought you said I’d never have to see you again.”

You looked up, unable to stop yourself from rolling your eyes in annoyance. Listen, you’re so fucking confused and you have absolutely no idea where to go and also nothing to say. You sighed, “Listen, I’m sorry, okay? I don’t know what happened and I really wish I could explain it to you but I can’t.”

He opened his mouth to speak but instantly shut it when you continued, “I’ve had a shitty day. I have no one to talk to. I have no where to stay. I’m not even in the building so can you just leave me alone?”

His brows furrowed. Were you crying? Slow and cautious he came to sit down next to you rather awkwardly as he spoke, “If you promise not to kill me in my sleep you can stay at my place for a night.”

He was always a sucker for tears—even in his intruder.

Morning came and went similar to the night before minus the screaming. He’d left to his room immediately after giving you blankets and reheated leftovers and that was the last you saw of him. In the morning his tea kettle jolted you awake and when you checked your surroundings nothing changed.

You wanted to scream, literally scream because nothing made sense. He stood in the kitchen with an awkward smile, “I realized I never gave my name. It might be pointless…”

He scratched the back of his head forcing himself to ignore how stupid this probably was, “I’m Taehyung. Kim Taehyung I mean.”

You gave him half a nod not fully processing what he’d said. And when he did go through you almost laughed. Funny… that’s the exact same name as the main character in ‘First Live 101’.

Well, also he kind of did look like the sketches, and hey the apartment kind of looked like it too—Wait…

You looked back to him as he hurried around the kitchen making himself tea and you took your phone out. Immediately you opened up the webtoon and skimmed through the chapters small things here and there. The clock above where you slept. The mole under his eye. The teacup Pomeranian that had been jumping on you all night.

“Oh shit,” you cursed out loud looking down at your phone. He looked over to you clearing his throat, “So uh, what did you mean last night when you said you had nowhere to stay?”

He was coming closer, hair damp from a shower and mug in his hands. He checked the time, he wouldn’t have class for another hour so maybe he could help you find somewhere to go. He ignored his phone with texts from his friends.

jimin: let’s ditch the lecture and have a longer lunch?

yoona: are we still meeting in the library before lecture? I’ve got something to tell u

When he came close enough to you to see the unlocked phone you’d set down on coffee table. His brows furrowed at the sight of the webcomic and without thinking he picked it up. Before you could react he was scrolling.

Oh god. He looked up at you, then back down, then back up at you, now to the phone, “You’re a freak.” He rose to his feet, “D-did you write this? How do you know all this? H-how… I’m on here. And my parents and Jimin and Yoona a—are you a stalker?”

“No! No! It’s uh, it’s not mine,” you rose to your feet in defense, “I just… I—I can explain but it won’t make sense.”

So he listened and he waited. He listened to every word you said, showed him every chapter in the comic that had been released so far.

“You could’ve broken in! You could’ve been watching—“

“Taehyung please just think! How would I have gotten in if your front door was locked, surely not from the balcony. And how would this know exactly what you’ve said to others, thought, anything. How would I know that if we’ve never met?”

“This isn’t some parallel universe.”

“Is it?”

So you showed him the entire thing, you were limited to just what was offline and when you explained to him everything that was happening it was almost like he’d believed you. He’d grown more sullen as time passed by that he’d missed his first class, no all his classes asking you every possible question to get your story to crack. It never did.

“Fine!” He groaned pointing an angry finger at you, “You can stay for one week. If we don’t find a solution I’m calling the cops for real this time and I’m telling them that a crazy stalker broke into my house. Okay?”

He didn’t go to any of his lectures today, instead he went out for lunch and brought back food. He set it out for you and him on the dining table as you continued to scroll endlessly on his laptop looking for some sort of answer. He place a bowl of rice in front of you, “Eat Y/n, when’s the last time you ate?”

Yesterday afternoon when he gave you those leftovers. You hated how comfortable you felt around him. This was a character you’d grown to love because of your best friend and now he was standing in front of you. From the way the last chapter had ended you could assume Yoona would confess finally and he’d be getting into a happy relationship. Here you were complicating things.

“Nobody has asked where you are?” You asked suddenly reminding him of all the messages in his phone and this time he forced himself to reply.

jimin: way to ditch without me

taehyung: something came up

yoona: hey r u not coming?

yoona: it’s been half an hour did something come up?

taehyung: yeah sorry I couldn’t make it today

taehyung: but what did u wanna talk about?

yoona: I rather talk in person

yoona: can I come over later?

taehyung: yea bring ur backpack maybe we can study :)

“Sorry this is all I could find,” Later Taehyung came back with a t-shirt and sweats. You too then thankful and left to the bathroom where you showered and got cleaned up. Fuck. This was so weird. You shouldn’t be here.

Taehyung stared at his reflection in the entrance mirror. A comic book character? A male lead in a romance novel. That’s a funny joke. The man who can’t pick up hints in a romance novel. Who was supposed to be his love interest? You wouldn’t tell him.

Not that it mattered. That wasn’t the pressing issue. The pressing issue was that he was not a real person. Not to you anyway. He pinched his cheek, he felt real.

His doorbell rang and quickly enough he was answering Yoona, “Come in, sorry its a mess.”

He hurried to pick up your shared trash and led her into the living room. He didn’t hear the shower stop running. Yoona let her backpack slide off her shoulders as she looked around, something felt off. “It’s fine, are you feeling better?”

“Huh?” He asked coming over to join her on the floor, “What do you mean?”

“Well isn’t that why you missed?” She looked to him waiting for a response. You opened the door to the bathroom, undergarments folded into a ball as you let your hair air dry. Yoona’s eyes locked with yours as you looked over to the living room. Taehyung followed her line of sight and rushed to his seat. Shit. He clearly didn’t think things through.

“Y/n! Here let me show you where the hamper is at,” he mentally cursed himself. Why did he tell Yoona she could come over?

You let him lead you to his bedroom, “Taehyung, t-that’s Yoona.”

He nodded still a little taken back by how you knew that, “Yeah. She said she had something she wanted to tell me.”

You stood still despite his hand tugging your wrist to head back out. His brows furrowed, “What?”

“Oh God,” you sighed out. Was she going to confess to him now? No. No. You shouldn’t be here. If Jia finds ou— “Go out there. I’ll wait in here.”

“What? No that’s weird, come on,” he ignored your protests as he tugged you back out. Yoona was twirling his short hair around her index finger when you came back out. Her eyes takes over your wet hair to your work out tee and loose sweats too long to fit you. You were just coming out of the shower and clearly wearing Taehyung’s clothes. What was going on?

“Sorry Yoona this is Y/n,” he looked back at you as you refused to join them on the floor, “She’s uh, she’s a friend of mine.”

“Hi…”

“Hello.”

Taehyung was completely blinded to the sudden tension in his room. Though to be fair his character had been designed to be clueless about Yoona’s feelings for him. Still, you weren’t going stand in the way of it. “So Yoona,” Taehyung began, “You wanted to tell me something?”

Yoona blushed nodding her head as she refused to meet his gaze, “Yes, but it can wait.”

And that was your cue, “I’ve got a call to make if you excuse me.”

Un-fucking-believable, he thought. Once Yoona had gone after their uneventful study time after claiming she’d forgotten what she wanted to tell him he’d retreated to his room. Obviously some time had passed but he hasn’t expected to walk in to you sleeping on his bed! Rolling his eyes he reached for the covers and draped them over you, turning the lights off and taking the couch for himself tonight.

When you awoke it was to the sound of running sink water. You stretched along the length of the most comfortable bed you’d ever laid in and took in your surroundings. Once again you were here. Your eyes squinted under the light peaking in from the bathroom. Taehyung stood at the sink brushing his teeth and washing his face. Suddenly more alert you jolted up accidentally knocking your phone off the nightstand.

He looked over to you as he finished up in the bathroom and came out, “Sorry, I was trying to be as quiet as possible but I’ve gotta get ready for my first lecture.”

“‘S okay,” you pushed your hair behind your ears. Why were you still here? What of your own classes? Your own friends? Your own apartment? Where was it all and why couldn’t you figure out how to leave this place. The mix of homesickness and loneliness came together forcing tears to fall out of your eyes at the thought: what if you were stuck here forever?

He listened closely to the sniffle you’d let out, immediately he came to your side, “Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” His voice was soothing, rich and deep yet tender. He watched as you wiped away at big crocodile tears and he couldn’t help but break at the sight. He hated seeing someone cry and now he’s seen you in tears twice.

“Nothing, sorry,” you cleared your throat looking around, “Am I in your room? Shit sorry, I must have fallen asleep an—“

“Y/n.”

You looked over at him as he brushed a hand over your hair, his eyes bored into yours, “We’re gonna figure out what happened, okay? I promise I will do anything I can to help you get back to your own life, er, story?”

You nodded thanking him for his efforts and he just smiled seeing the redness from crying slowly begin to dissolve. He stood up carefully as he let the hand that had been in your hair drop, “I already missed yesterday so I can’t kiss today. There’s some quarters on the kitchen counter if you wanted to go to the laundromat to wash clothes. I know you don’t have service but if you need to reach me give me your phone, I’ll give you my Instagram.”

When he left so did you. He watched you from the bus stop begging to know where it is you’d go but you said you didn’t know. Only that you couldn’t just sit around and wait for something to happen. In reality you knew where you were headed. The name of the publishing company of the webtoon was somewhere in Seoul. Even if the name would be different maybe the address shall be the same. Maybe you’d find some answers there. There was none though. The building here was a newspaper company with no recollection of any writer here with the same name as the author of the webcomic.

“I can give you the number to a fellow online publicist. It’s a small company but maybe they know what you’re talking about,” the secretary at the front desk had written down a number for you.

Taehyung couldn’t focus. He listened in on his lectures but nothing stuck. He kept looking at his Instagram for any updates from you but there were none. He believed you for some reason and even your socials told him he should. No followers, no posts like your account was new. He was your only follower. He wanted to DM you, ask if you’ve found anything but he didn’t want to rush you. He just wanted to see what you were doing. He’d given his extra key in case you returned to the apartment but he still hadn’t heard anything.

“Taehyung, hello do you not hear me?” Jimin ruffled his hair, or attempted to as they left their last lecture, “Come on, let’s go meet Yoona for dinner.”

“Okay,” he mumbled looking back down at his phone as if it’d get you to give him even the smallest hint of what you were doing. It was strange. You’d broken into his house, maybe, and told him this crazy story that he was forced to believe even a small amount. There was no explanation either for anything else to make sense so he was stuck with this thought.

Jimin paid close attention to the way Taehyung kept looking at his phone, “So Yoona tells me she went over last night. I’ll act like I’m not hurt that I wasn’t invited if you tell me who the chick that slept over was.”

Fuck it. He was going to text you first. He couldn’t keep waiting around. He was a little scared for you. You say everything looked the same but was different. What if you got lost? What if you already went back and he didn’t even get a goodbye? He’s spent two days with you now and he’s maybe ready to go home later and see if you were still there. He began to type before Jimin snatched his phone out of his hands, “Is this her? Let me see her profi—there’s nothing! What did you make her up? Why are you her only follower?”

“Give me!” He snatched his phone back and quickly sent you a private message as he spoke, “She’s a friend.”

thv: how’s everything going?

“What friend?” Jimin rolled his eyes, “I know all of your friends. Plus, Yoona says she had just finished showering and wearing your clothes. And that she’d gone to your room to sleep!”

You replied.

y/nl/n: good !! I got the info for a guy who might be able to help

y/nl/n: I’m gonna go see him soon

Jimin went on, “Are you seeing her? Look, you know I don’t care but I’m just upset that my best friend won’t even tell me when there’s a girl he’s seeing. And what about Yoona?”

“What about Yoona?” Taehyung was already typing a response. Him? What do you mean him? Who’s him? Is this him safe? How do you know him? Who told you?

thv: where I’ll meet u there

“I’ve gotta go,” Taehyung looked at the small cafe he was supposed to be having dinner with his friends at a small cafe near campus. He could see the reflection of his childhood friend in the window. She sat by herself staring down at the menu when his phone dinged.

y/nl/n: nooo it’s ok :) u have already done enough

He clicked his tongue as Jimin shook his head, “No, you’re not going anywhere.” He guided Taehyung, “Yoona was pretty upset last night since she wanted to talk to you and you invited her when you had some girl over.”

He wanted to object but couldn’t. You’d already said he didn’t need to go even if he really wanted to. And yes maybe he shouldn’t let Yoona come over when you were there but to be fair he didn’t understand why it was such a big deal. What did Yoona have to say that’s so damn important?

“And I’ve got a test to study so for now I’ll leave you two to it!” And with a final shove Taehyung stumbled inside with Jimin’s push and the bell above the door rang and Yoona saw him. He quickly responded to you and with a sigh joined his friend.

thv: r u sure? pls text me if anything happens

“Tae! Where’s Jimin going?” Yoona had asked despite already knowing. It was her who sent him off anyway. Still, Taehyung slid into the seat across from her not pulling his gaze away from his phone, “He said he has a test.”

He waited for your reply but it never came. He forced himself to listen to what Yoona had to say. It was a whole lot of nothing, unable to hold his attention with small talk. He’s heard it all before. Of course he has. He’s been friends with her since they were in preschool. They know everything about each other’s. He knows what scares her at night and what kind of cookies she likes. He knows how she is after a heartbreak and when she’s mad.

The same could be said about her knowledge on him. She knows what makes him sad and annoyed. She knows the kind of girls that throw themselves at him and how he’s too blind to see it. She assumes that’s what you are. Some random girl he’d gone to for some affection and she hated it. She was right here. Right in front of him and he couldn’t see it.

And yet she let him leave without telling him the truth. He was so distant during dinner that she couldn’t even bring it in herself to confess when his mind was clearly elsewhere. She’d have to hide her time like she’d done in high school with his one other girlfriend.

He was out the door faster than the waitress back with their receipts. He went straight to his place—well not exactly, he stopped at the store and found some things you might enjoy. Just small things like a toothbrush, shampoo, conditioner, your own slippers. He had no clue how long you’d be stuck here and you were so obviously unprepared.

He got back to an empty apartment so he waited. And he waited.

And he waited.

He awoke to a loud thud. You’d tripped over your own two feet when you came through the door early morning before his alarm even went off. He’d fallen asleep on the couch. When had he fallen asleep on the couch? He scared you too when you caught him on the couch. He ran his hand over his face, “W—Did you just get home?”

Home. The word had slid off his tongue and he was too drowsy to notice. You’d forced all thoughts of your home out of your head as you took in his stated. Disheveled hair. Jeans. Backpack at his side and a plastic bag full of things. Had he been waiting up for you?

Shit. You were cautious to come sit next to him, “Yes, sorry. He lived all the way across town and by the time we finished researching it was super late. The last bus wasn’t coming anywhere near this way so I had to find a hotel to sleep at for the night. I meant to let you know but I didn’t want to bother you in case you were bus—“

“You could’ve still at least told me!” He didn’t mean to sound so unnerved, “I’m the only person other than this stranger who knows what’s going on with you and you hadn’t even bothered to tell me if you’d come back. Why didn’t you? You could’ve at least let me know you were safe.”

“I’m sorry,” you let your head fall staring down at your lap, “I should have let you know.”

He sighed sitting on the edge of the couch as he reached for the bag of necessities, “No, no it’s okay. I’m sorry I reacted that way. I just don’t want you to think you have to do this all alone. I know it must difficult so I hope this helps. It’s small but since we don’t know how long you’ll be here…”

You stared down at the bag peeking inside. A loofah, shampoo, conditioner, body wash, toothbrush, house slippers. You smiled, “Thank you. I was actually going to head out and buy some clothes. Can’t keep wearing the same thing.”

He looked down at your once clean clothes clearly worn out by a day or two. He left to his bedroom with another loose t-shirt for you. He told you he didn’t have class today. He only had three today and two were cancelled while one was moved to online. He could work on it whenever so he asked to join you when you went out this time. He told himself he was curious, what was the comic like? He wanted to see it again.

You only went to a couple stores to get the basics and Taehyung only joined you for one. He found the bookstore across the street more interesting than when you left to buy some more undergarments. He joined you again for lunch and you went to some restaurant just a couple blocks down. He couldn’t hold in his laugh as his straw poked his upper lip, “Was I really that clueless?”

You nodded your head laughing alongside him as you waited for your food. You were currently discussing chapter 5, an earlier chapter when Taehyung was in his first year of college. One of his seniors was trying to ask him out for some drinks under the pretense of getting close to her juniors but was so obviously flirting. Taehyung had completely brushed her off only to return home thinking about how he’d dream of a cute girl like her giving him her number. You spoke, “Yes! Sometimes you make me want to throw my phone because of it! All these girls that are into you and you don’t notice a single one!”

He chuckled dryly looking over to you as you combed your hair out of your face. Was he really that blind to a girl’s advances? Did he really not notice a single one of them? Why did he notice you so easily? Since the first morning when he’d woken up to you sleeping on the couch you’d taken majority of the space in his thoughts. First, how crazy of a stalker of you to break in. Then, how crazy you were for saying he lived in a webcomic. Or how he believed you. How he saw you cry and ached for you. And he especially noticed when you never came back last night.

For the first time since this started [only four days ago] had he seriously feared the chance that he really might never see you again. If you poofed into his world out of the blue, who is to say you won’t leave it the same way?

Due to the sudden change of thought he cleared his throat, “Can I see more?” You passed him your phone, his hotspot powering your internet and he let everything load.

With furrowed brows he checked the cover again. It was like someone had draw his face down to the exact placement of his beauty marks. Same with Jimin and Yoona. Apparently there were four supporting character but he’s to meet the other two. The index was a photo of the ‘characters’ as you told him. He was in the middle with a small box of his description.

‘Kim Taehyung | college student | DOB: December 30th | main character’

Your phone dinged in his hold and the notification read clear as day, ‘FIRST LOVE 101 UPDATE’.

“Hey, I thought you said they only update once a week,” Taehyung passed you back your phone as your brows knitted together in confusion. The server came and set your food in front of you and you leaned back on your phone. They updated every Monday, it was Thursday. They shouldn’t be updating right unless this was a special announcement. You quickly clicked on the latest chapter, ‘EP. 36: the mystery girl’.

Yeah okay. Way to be subtle, you thought as you scrolled through it. There was no way. No fucking way.

Your expression had him on edge, he took your phone back and looked down at it himself. If he didn’t believe you yet, now it was certain what you’d been saying was the truth.

It’s everything that’s happened this week. The storm, you in his apartment, except there was one thing that was different. You didn’t talk about him being a webcomic character. Instead you said you were to be his guardian Angel to find a girlfriend.

A what?

He nearly spit his water out as it traveled to the back of his throat clogging his airways and having him on the edge of choking. He scrolled, there was his talk with Yoona and Jimin. Yoona looked different, especially in the scene where you’d just finished a shower. She had these strange marks on her red cheeks when she saw you. Her brows had been furrowed and there was a red cloud around her. Was she jealous? Was that what the drawing was supposed to say? He scrolled again, and again, and again. The comments came next and he read them.

@___: no way! a love triangle?

@___: mystery girl from a parallel universe???? when did this turn into some scifi novel

@___: yoona is jealousss

Your phone slid out of his grasp hitting the table with a smack. He cursed apologizing profusely as he passed it back to you after close inspection that it was okay. He sank into his chair when you’d said it was fine and huffed, “So it’s true then? I really am… some cartoon?”

Without thinking you reached for his hand over the table. He couldn’t stop his chest from tightening at the gesture as his lips parted with a light gasp. Your hand was over his, holding onto him as your eyes stared into his. He let his hand move a little only enough room to turn in your hold and squeeze your hand back. You smiled warmly, “No. I think we both know you aren’t a cartoon. I think… I—I haven’t told you what I learned yesterday.”

You aimed for a distraction. You didn’t want him to think about his current situation. He smiled warily, “What’d you learn?” His thumb ran over the expanse of where your index and thumb knuckles met. You weren’t pulling away and neither was he.

“Well, it was this man named Kim Namjoon,” you started off already digging in to your food as you explained, “He’s apparently some sort of theorist of sorts. He has strong beliefs in multiple universes and uses a lot of astrology to base his ideals.”

He nodded his head, not cause he understood but because he wanted you to know he was listening. He poked at his meal with his free hand as you went on, “He was saying that there’s been resesrch linked to signs of a multiverse and ‘Dimension Jumping’. He thinks that’s what happened to me.”

“Something with the storm and the lightning creating electrical currents strong enough to open a portal and something to do with quantum physics that I cannot explain,” you kept going not slowing down to see if he was following, “He thinks that it has something to deal with the apartment. He says it’s closest to some satellite tower and has a lot of energy around it. The energy pulls in the electrical currents from the storm and forces a portal from my world to yours. You say it was raining for you to on Monday so maybe that is why it pulled me through. We both had a very similar experience with weather in a very similar apartment with an almost exact location to the other. If this is some sort of alternate reality than it is very possible that you are not just a cartoon.”

“Okay, so if I’m not actually some sketch, how does this comic exist? How did this new chapter just come out with everything we have gone through?” He pressed feeling you tug your arm back. He let you even if he was reluctant to do so. You clasped your hands together and leaned toward him like this was some sort of secret. It was.

“He thinks there isn’t an actual author for the webcomic. He thinks, it’s a way to connect my world to yours the same way you might watch a movie or dream of a new place. The universe has so many different realities and it only has a limited amount of ways to connect us all together. Similar to the Mandela Effect, a false memory—or well false reality. Maybe in this world there’s a connection to mine too,” you explained, “Probably not to me but maybe one of the books you’ve read has been about someone from my world who others believed had been from here.”

You clicked your tongue suddenly disheartened, “He thinks my best bet is waiting for another blackout. A heavy storm that can power off enough electricity to only focus its energy on any sort of technology if in the right placement. He says that there’s a chance that won’t work but if I do everything the exact same way there’s a chance I might be able to go home. Except I have to wait until another storm.”

“That could be weeks from now.”

“I know,” you sighed looking down again, “But if his theory is right than time might not even be affected the same way. A week here might be an hour there. A day there can be five minutes here. We’re not sure that time follows the same rules.”

And as crazy as it sounded it made sense. You hated that it made sense. You were still convinced this was all a dream but you’d hate for Taehyung to only exist in your head. You liked him. Not in that way but you definitely had a new appreciation for his character—his personality you mean.

Honestly, it was also the only thing that could explain everything too. With as much as you feared the reality of how large the universe was, you couldn’t brush this feeling of smallness. You really were only a small part of the universe on a small planet of billions and billions of people. A small spec in time—barely.

By the time the weekend rolled around you were starting to get the hang around this version of Seoul. Names were different but places remained the same. You spent Friday roaming around, Taehyung had class so you very obviously had nothing to do. You checked your bank account and funds were running unbelievably low. Since you had no idea how long you’d be trapped here you had to limit your spending. It also meant you couldn’t offer Taehyung much help when he went for groceries.

On Saturday the two of you stayed in watching movies all day. You got to see him smile and laugh, and for once you realized the comic never got his smile right. It was always small and covered yet Taehyung smiled widely with a boxy grin. His voice too, so unexpectedly deep and calming. And even if he never picked up hints he was very attentive to you. It’s like he could read you perfectly and always knew what to say. It was so different than the character that had been drawn out. You almost forgot you only knew of him what you read.

You almost imagined you two being an ordinary duo from opposite genders just trying to hang out, be normal. Almost.

There was someone at his door. They knocked loudly, voices on the other end loud and clear, “Hurry up and open the door Taehyung!”

When he left to open the door you thought long and hard over what you’d learned from this Kim Namjoon. He was as close as you were gonna get to help and you couldn’t just ignore everything he said. You heard the numerous voices coming from the door but you refused to turn. You were thinking about the update. The author always released new episodes at midnight every Monday. This update was during the day on a random Thursday. Clearly it wasn’t the author’s doing but the universe trying to make sense of what went wrong. Maybe you did need to follow along, help Taehyung get the girl or pass the class. It was all you could do till the next storm anyway.

You wondered what Jia thought of the new update. She expected to have Yoona confess to Taehyung but it hasn’t happened yet. Why hasn’t it happened?

That’s right. Taehyung’s been busy helping you. Well shit.

“Now who do we have here?” Jimin was the first to speak and you very obviously didn’t need an introduction from him even though he gave you one, “I’m Jimin, Tae you didn’t say you had company over.”

“This is Y/n,” Taehyung cleared his throat as he rounded the coffee table to sit by you again, “Y/n this is Jimin, and you remember Yoona?”

It was weird for him too. He obviously knew you knew who his friends were. You’d been reading about them for a few months now. You flashed the two a shy smile as they sat on the floor by the table. “So, uh,” Taehyung looked over to you before talking to them again, “What are you guys doing here?”

His glances toward you didn’t go unnoticed by his friends and you were suddenly reminded of how the story is supposed to go. Yoona and Taehyung are supposed to be together. The author has hinted at that for weeks now but since technically there wasn’t an author anymore was that still supposed to happen? You caught sight of Yoona looking at skeptically and you shuffled a little away from Taehyung in your seat. You promised yourself you’d help give him a happy ending like the story was supposed to go.

“What do you mean? It’s a Saturday so obviously we are here to get you to go out with us,” Jimin glanced to Y/n, “Feels like we haven’t hung out that much this week.”

You sunk into your seat pretending to be busy on your phone. Taehyung rolled his eyes, “I think I’ve seen you too much this week.”

“Taetae come on, just a few drinks?” Yoona tilted her head to the side hoping to get him to agree. It always worked, flashing in ice to eyes and batting her lashes. She ignored you sitting right beside him and put her attention on him. He let out a sigh as he slumped back like you, shoulders pressed against each other, he looked over to you, “Do you want to?”

Yoona opened her mouth to speak but Jimin nudged her under the table. Jimin has tried everything in his power to help his best friends get together and yet here you were, some new stranger taking Taehyung away from them. He didn’t like it either. The three had been inseparable for so long and he didn’t like that the first sign of someone new Taehyung starts to drift away. You looked back to him, “I don’t have anything to wear.”

Shit. Duh. Of course he knew that. He was ready to tell his friends no when you spoke, “You go ahead and go… I’ll probably just head out.”

Head out? He thought, brows knitting together in confusion and he wanted to ask you where. He’s confused. Where were you gonna go? It was late, already dark out, so

What were you even thinking? You’re not going out right now. He stood up, “Can I talk to you for a minute?” Without waiting for a response he took your hand in his helping you out of your seat and leading you into the privacy of the kitchen hidden behind a half wall so his friends couldn’t see or hear him.

“What do you mean you’ll head out? Where would even go?” He asked feeling the warmth of your hand begin to slip out of his grasp and it took everything in him to not reach back and hold you again. He was whispering again, “I won’t go out. I’ll stay with you if we can’t go together.”

You shook your head taking a step back when he took one forward, it confused him. Was he crossing a line or something? He watched as your lower lip was tugged between you teeth biting down on the subtle plump flesh, “Taehyung go with them, it’s fine. I’ll find a hotel—“

“But why?” His voice rose just a note higher, “Why do you wanna leave?”

You looked toward the time on the stove, it was already late but you’re sure there were still a lot of places open, “They might get the wrong idea, yknow? Didn’t Yoona see me here the other day too? She might think it’s weird that I’m still staying here…”

“Taehyung!” Jimin’s voice called out, “Come on it’s getting late and the lines will get long. What are we doing?”

“Just give us a minute or go without us!” Taehyung shouted back a little more agitated than before. He looked back to you, “What wrong idea? You are staying here.”

“I know but they might think there’s something between us,” you clarified and he rolled his eyes, “I don’t care.”

He took your hand again and led you back to his friends, “Y/n’s staying with me and she didn’t bring any clothes to go out in so I think we’ll just stay home tonight.”

“Home?” Jimin let his brows knit together trying to understand, he plastered a smile onto his face, “Uh, well, if you don’t wanna go out with us then…”

You took your hand out of Taehyung as you jumped to speak, “No! No! Taehyung if you wanna go out… I can just go out in whatever.”

“Are you sure?” He asked and you just nodded. You took the clothes you had put away in his room and went to get changed. Taehyung came in shortly after as you tried to brush your hair, “Y/n, if you don’t wanna go out we don’t have to. We can stay here an—“

“I want to, plus I would feel bad if you didn’t go with your friends,” you looked at your reflection in the mirror. Ordinary jeans. Ordinary shirt. Ordinary hair. “They’ve missed you.”

So the four of you went out. You tried to ignore the way Taehyung was paying more attention to you than anyone else. He brought you a drink, he kept to your side, he made sure to bring you into the conversation, everything. You didn’t want to think about the butterflies fluttering in your stomach when he reached forward to brush a stray hair out of your face with a smile, gentle and kind.

Yoona watched you two closely. What was going on? Who were you? Why hadn’t Taehyung ever mentioned you before this week? If you really were his friend wouldn’t Yoona know who you are? She knew all his friends. She definitely didn’t know you. And why were you at Taehyung’s again? Is that really why Taehyung’s been sort of distant this week? They’ve always been so close yet the last couple days she’s felt like Taehyung has just brushed her off. She’s tried to confess her feelings for him and now she’s hesitant about it. Did Taehyung like you? He definitely seemed like it and it was driving her crazy.

Who were you to just come out of the blue and take her Taehyung from her?

“So, Yoona, Taehyung tells me you’re a dancer?” He didn’t actually tell you that. You read it, you remember Taehyung going to see her recital in chapter 15. She’d blushed beet red when Taehyung had taken her flowers and she stood between him and Jimin for a picture.

She rolled her eyes when you spoke but a part of her blushed. Taehyung talked to you about her? [No, he didn’t. But she didn’t need to know that]. “Dance?” Taehyung looked over to you again a sudden idea coming to mind, “Y/n come on, let’s go dance.”

And you were gone. Yoona and Jimin watched in confusion as Taehyung tugged you along behind him. His arms wrapped around you and they watched as you two danced together. His hands going down to your waist pulling you closer as you swayed to the beat of the music. He was smiling at you, different than she’d ever seen him smile before and it hurt. Why was he only focused on you?

“Who is she?” Jimin was at Yoona’s side, “I swear I’ve never heard him mention her before and then all of a sudden it’s like she’s all he could focus on.”

“I know,” Yoona sighed, “I don’t get it. I thought we were getting closer.”

Jimin frowned, he pitied Yoona. She was the youngest of the three so growing up Jimin always felt like he and Taehyung were her protectors. They cared about Yoona and Jimin hated seeing her upset. She told him how she loved Taehyung and Jimin had promised to find a way to make her happy. And here you were ruining it.

He loved Yoona but she loved Taehyung, and he cared for her happiness more than his own.

Taehyung poked your sides again smiling whenever you squirmed fighting off a laugh, “Taehyung! Stop!” He held you close not caring about the bodies around him dancing to a song he wasn’t listening to. His hands were around your waist and he was so tempted to just keep you in his arms forever. Never let you go back to your home and keep you for himself.

It scared him a little. How a complete stranger he’d met barely a week ago was suddenly so involved in his life. This week he’d woken to your pretty face almost every day, and he never realized how alone he’d been before you. He knows he’s only known you for a few days but you were together a lot, he thought about you a lot, and he’d never met someone as crazy as you. Everything you’ve told him and he believed it all. He believed you. You were exciting and different. So new to him and he hated how easily he’d fallen for you in such little time.

Without thinking he’d been moving closer, eyes focused on the softness of your lips when you smiled and his eyes fluttered shut. You could feel the change in the air, could see him begin to lean and fuck did you want to kiss him. You seriously did and you hated it. This wasn’t supposed to happen. You weren’t even supposed to exist in the same place and yet here you both were. In such short time had he provided you care when he gained nothing from it. If anything all you’ve done is put a strain on him and his relationships with his closest friends. You could tell by the way they watched your every move.

So because of that, you’d turned your head, his nose and lips brushing against your cheek. He felt his chest cave, heart beat fast and unsteady suddenly aware of what had just happened. You just rejected him. He just… he just tried to kiss you and you didn’t want it. What was wrong with him? What made him do that? What was he thinking? Your hands were on his chest pushing him back just a little, “I think we should get back to your friends.”

He swallowed back the lump in his throat and nodded. Embarrassment seeping through his veins as he cleared his throat forcing himself to move on. It was stupid of him. How could he ever think that could happen? You were different from him. You knew that and he was the idiot he pretended you weren’t. He let his bad thoughts take over, wishing you’d never return home so you could stay with him and it led him to act on impulse. Stupid.

You got home late. You checked the weather app and your eyes widened. You went in search for Taehyung as he pushed the key into his apartment. He wasn’t talking to you, he’s embarrassed he’d do something stupid again and you felt bad. It’s not that you didn’t want to kiss him. Obviously you did but you also couldn’t push the reality of things away. He was not like you. You weren’t like him.

“Taehyung,” your voice was soft and gentle and he hated how hopeful it made him. Like you’d suddenly change your mind and choose to stay with him. Idiot.

“There’s a storm on Monday.”

He went to class on Monday even if he didn’t want to. He wanted to spend the day with you, in case it really was your last day but he couldn’t bring himself to. He thinks it’d hurt too much if he did. Jimin tried talking to him throughout the day but he couldn’t listen.

“What’s wrong with you?” Jimin asked suddenly annoyed by his friend’s behavior. Taehyung spoke, “I think Y/n’s leaving.”

“She’s going back to her place?”

“Yes.”

“Isn’t that a good thing?” Jimin chuckled, “You get your place back, you don’t have to worry. I know she was your friend but you were so different last week. You’re acting like you’ll never see her again.”

He glared at Jimin. He never has felt angry with his friend, ever. But right now he needed him to shut up. He’d never understand. He’d never get how you quite literally changed his entire perspective on his own existence in that short week and opened his eyes.

Everything in his life had been planned, drawn and mapped out. From who his friends were to his childhood, his education, his fucking dreams. And he blindly followed the path, the hurt and stress from his own life was all for entertainment. The universe’s entertainment. He scoffed, “You don’t know anything.”

His voice was bitter. His chair skidded across the floor of the library echoing inside and he was storming off. Angry with Jimin. Angry with you. Angry with his life. Everything.

You were the only thing in his life that hadn’t been planned and you were leaving.

When he came through his front door you were shocked. You rose to your foot, “Taehyung… your home early.”

“I… Y/n,” he stood in front of you, “I’m sorry for the other night when I tried to kiss you. I’m sorry that I did that and that I was mean to you when we first met.”

You shook your head, “No no it’s okay. I’m sorry, I came here and I’ve ruined your week and wasted your time and I’m sorry. This isn’t how it was supposed to go. You were supposed to be with Yoona and she was supposed to confess and I ruined that by being he—“

“I don’t care about Yoona!” He cut you off making you jump, “Just… just let me say what I have to say.”

You nodded embarrassed with yourself. He paced back and forth trying to form the right words in his head. What was he going to tell you? He took a deep breath, “Listen, this last week has been the weirdest, most unbelievable, out of the ordinary shit I’ve ever been through. A stranger was in my house. Told me the craziest fucking story I’d ever heard. Made me believe in things that just didn’t make sense. Multiverses. Webcomics. Psychics…”

You opened your mouth to speak but stopped yourself. “You told me everything that had ever happened in my life, you read it. Read it!” He scoffed, “Some character in a romance novel, me! I’ve only had one girlfriend before and you tried telling me I was in a romance book!”

“I’m sorry…”

He was in front of you again, “For what? I tried to keep in how that made me feel. How I seriously couldn’t comprehend how I… wasn’t real? How I couldn’t make any decisions on my own and that my whole had basically been a story.”

“And it made me think. Was anything in my life really mine? My friends? My apartment, my parents? Or were they all just stuck with me because that’s what the author wrote,” he took a deep breath, “And that made me mad because nothing had ever been up to me. Not the people I was friends with or the sports I played. Nothing.”

“But then you came along, and it was different. You were different,” he scoffed as he vented, finally getting off his chest, “You were exciting and I’d never met anyone like you. You cried in front of me, I just wanted to keep you close, keep you to myself. It was like I had a secret, something that was just mind but I knew it wouldn’t last. It couldn’t. You don’t belong here, I know that. I know that something bad could happen if you don’t return…”

“And it’s like I had never felt what you made me feel. Nothing had ever felt so strange and unsure before. My life was so ordinary, same friends, same things day in and day out but you were just so weird. Everything you said, everything that happened. I’d spend hours looking at myself trying to see what was it about me that wasn’t right. What was me and was the author’s design. I’m supposed to be with Yoona, I got that already when I read the comic. Everything was leading up to it,” he ran his trembling fingers through his hair, “But I don’t care. Why does everything in my life have to be decided? I’ve never felt for Yoona what I have felt for you in just one week!”

“You did this,” he took a step toward you, “You ruined my perfect life and I know I shouldn’t but fuck, I think I love you.”

“Taehyung…”

“I know! I know I shouldn’t,” he sniffled watching the sun begin to set, storm clouds covering the sky in gloom, “But I can’t help it. I might never ever see you again. I might not even remember you but fuck, I really want to. I love you Y/n, I’m sorry, I know I shouldn’t. We weren’t made to be together but I am going to miss you so fucking much.”

The corners of his eyes glistened, a tear falling and you could feel the stream of coolness slip from your own too with each tear drop that fell. His heart broke at the sight. He didn’t care if tears fell from his own eyes but instead of how he was clearly upsetting you, “It’s just… you are going to be able to go back and read that comic and see me and I won’t have anything of you to keep. I don’t want to forget you.”

You weren’t thinking about what you were doing when you reached for his face cupping his cheeks, “I love you too. It’s crazy because I’ve only known you for a week but I know I do. And I’m going to miss you like crazy. No one had ever been so considerate of me as you. I don’t want to leave but I’m also scared of what will happen if I don’t go back home. I might never get a chance again.”

“I know,” his forehead rested against yours, a tear of his landing on your cheek, lips brushing against yours when your noses nudged each other’s, “I hate that I don’t want you to leave. I don’t want to let you go but I know that’s me being selfish.”

You looked up at him, the hurt in his eyes that mirrored the ache in your chest. Fuck it. You didn’t care if he was supposed to be with Yoona. You would possibly never see him again after tonight so you couldn’t stop yourself from acting on impulse.

His eyes fluttered shut when your lips touched his again, he tucked a hand under your chin and deepened the kiss. An explosion of electricity coursed through his veins and he was letting his tongue explore your mouth. His hands were on your waist pulling you against him, scared you’d go right at this moment. The storm began, he could hear the cracks of lightning but it didn’t stop him. It was still early. He still had time.

He pulled away to catch his breath, eyes studying every detail in your face. He was desperate. “Can you be mine? My little secret for one more night,” he trailed off, drawing you back into a kiss, poking his tongue at your lips. You let him right in, your tongues dancing with each other as he pushed you back against the couch until you legs hit the cushion falling back. Finally he drew back, the two of you gasping for breath. “I love you”

“I love you too,” you confessed again glancing down and away, a dark crimson blush flushing your face.

Another, more sweet smile crossed Taehyung’s face that you’d grown used to. “Come here,” he pulled you forward, you sat drawn into his kiss when he pulled away to get a good look at you. He wanted to remember everything about you. He pulled on your shirt tugging it over your head and led you back down. He took your sweats off next as he moved down slightly on the bed and pulled away your panties, already darkened with arousal.

His breath hitched feeling the strain in his own pants, “You’re so beautiful ” he let out another low, shaky laugh. You reached for his shirt and he let you pull it off but stopped your hand before it reached his pants. “No, I want to take my time with you, remember everything about you that I can.”

Dipping down further, he spread apart your legs kissing along your hip bone, breathing in your scent tracing every soft curve. You inhaled deeply when he went lower, soft kisses against your hooded clit. He smiled against your skin, tongue sticking out to begin lapping at you, your sweet taste already coating his tongue. “I want to remember everything about you” he hummed as you released a soft moan due to his gentle kisses against your clit.

You were sensitive, the anticipation making the feeling of his ministrations intensify tenfold. “Taehyung!”

Smirking as well as he could while still eating you out, Taehyung confidence was returning to him, relaxing knowing you were in his arms. Moving to suck at your clit momentarily, extracting a whine from you, he stuck his tongue deep into your heat, causing you to shriek as the pleasure spiked.

Head hazy with lust, you were barely able to speak as he went on, switching between deep, penetrating licks, broad strokes across the folds of your sex, and teasing sucks of your clit. More of your slick poured into his mouth, and he was drinking it down like a starved man, driving you to a peak more intense than you had ever felt. This wasn’t your first time and neither was it his but everything felt so new, so sensitive.

As your noises got more and more shrill, less and less words coming out in favor of them, he knew he had you on the brink. Feeling you tremble, whining as he pulled away, causing you to snap back to focus.

He was quick in removing his own pants to show his hard, eager member standing at full attention. “I want you to cum with me,” he jeered, teasingly tracing a finger across your pussy to elicit another gasp. 

You huffed, pulling yourself onto your knees and he took your spot on the couch. His hand was stroking his member, hot and heavy in his hands eager to be inside you. You lowered yourself between his legs, letting yourself get as close to his member as possible as his breath hitched. You let his member run along your face licking a stripe against his member even over his hands. He moved his hand away when you took hold of him letting the precum that dribbled out of his slit to coat his member. He bit into his bottom lip when you began to wrap your lips around the head.

Taehyung groaned warmly, as you swirled your tongue around his tip, drawing back to lick up and down his whole length, switching rapidly between long licks, sucking on the tip, and kissing it all over. Your lust had you feverishly worshiping him, getting all manner of grunts and gasps from the man above you, his hand caressed your way. Precum weeped from his tip as you continued your assault, humming at the taste on your tongue.

“Y/n,” his voice was breathless, “Slow down baby, please?” he whined, gripping your hair to yank you away from his cock. “Lay back down…” he begged, easing you back into the couch, “I need to be inside you.”

Shifting forward so his form loomed over you, he pushed hair out of your face as he lined himself up. “Is this okay?” he asked, his eyes softening.

Nodding, you let him spreads your legs further as he made himself comfortable between them. You both giggled and a sudden rush of happiness filled you. He licked at his dry lips leaning down to capture your lips with his before pressing in, moaning together as pleasure like lightning coursed through you both. “Fuck , Y/n, you’re so…warm” he panted, barely able to restrain himself from moving. He’s had one girlfriend before in his life and has slept with a total of three women before but this felt new and exciting to him.

“Taehyung, please move,” you gasped in reply, the fullness unlike anything you had ever felt.

Taehyung began a rough pace from the get-go, slamming into the tightness with vigor, a need to provide you pleasure.

You felt like you might combust, but you didn’t dare to ask him to stop, as that was the absolute last thing you wanted. You were going to miss him so damn much, you just wanted everything he’d give you. His pace was relentless, his hands grasping every part of you he could touch wanting to feel you everywhere.

“I…I don’t want you to leave” he huffed, unable to keep his breath steady with little effort. He bent down, locking lips with yours cutting off your moans. Your arms wrapping around his neck so he couldn’t back off, not that he’d ever dream of it. You were putty in his hands, and you melted into the kiss with a passion sucking on his tongue with a desperation that he met hungrily.

You clenched around him, his rock-hard length put into a vice-like grip as you gasped, “I’m gonna—“ he kissed you deeply, “Let go, please, I want to feel—ngh,” he cut himself off when you tightened again as you started to cum, your orgasm building up like an itch that exploded as he hit that one deep spot that drove you wild again and again. Taehyung pulled back from your kiss to pant out his warning. “Y/n, I’m s-so close, where-”

“Inside!”  was all you could say before kissing him again, humming as he groaned into your mouth, hilting himself as his cock pulsed, dumping rope after thick rope of cum into your depths, his load beginning to drip out of you before he was even finished. He’d lifted your hips off the couch just slightly to anchor himself with you until you both came down from your high.

Finally he felt himself struggling to breath and it forced him into breaking your kiss once more so you could both gasp for air. Withdrawing his now flaccid length, he looked down to see a flood of white pour out. “I’m sorry, I didn’t expect—” he panted, flopping onto his side next to her.

“I love you,” you said through gulps of air, the aftershocks of your orgams still running through you.

“I love you,” he repeated kissing the tip of your nose as he yanked on the throw blanket draping it over the both of you. He wrapped his arm around your waist watching the lightning from the storm illuminate your face. He looked up at the clock. 11:34pm.

So close to midnight. So close to losing you. He rested his head on your chest cuddling into your warmth.

“I don’t want to leave you.”

“You have to.” He fought back the lump in his throat as the truth became in front of him, “Just let me hold you until you do.”

It was quiet again. He took his t-shirt to clean up the mess between your legs gently, “Do you believe in soulmates?”

“What?”

“Nevermind it’s stupid,” he shook his own thoughts away. You turned in his hold to face him better. He smiled when you kissed his forehead feeling into your touch. You sighed, “No, tell me. It’s not stupid.”

“It’s just,” he licked his lips nervously letting the loud cracks of thunder and heavy rain cut between his words, “I think you’re my soulmate. I think that the universe brought you here for a reason. It was fate. Had to be. And even if we can’t be together, I think I was supposed to meet you.”

You captured his lips with yours, eyes closing feeling super drowsy. He let you fall asleep in his arms, phone open and on the comic, letting himself sleep with your warmth.

His breath caught in his throat jolting him awake. He was alone, the sun shone brightly in his room. It felt like a big hole was in his chest, empty, a giant void. He could feel himself close to falling apart.

He reached for his phone that lied on a paper, a paper with ink writing on it that he picked up.

‘Please don’t ever forget me :) you are the best thing to ever happen to me. You fell asleep before I wrote this so I wanted to let you know one more time that I love you and that you should check your phone. — love, y/n”

He grabbed his phone, unlocking it and pulling up his tabs finding the most recent app. The camera. He clicked on his camera roll, a tear slipping from his eyes as he stared.

It was a picture. He was asleep in your arms and you had your lips pressed against his forehead. He smiled, salty tear slipping into his mouth.

Ring. Ring. Ring.

You jumped, rolled off the couch and fell on the floor. You squinted at the bright sun feeling around your phone, “Hello?”

“Jesus Christ finally!” Your best friend, Jia, shouted immediately jolting you up, “She finally did it! She finally confessed and Taehyung. That little shit!”

“What?” You rubbed at your eyes taking in the sight of your apartment, suddenly foreign to you.

“You didn’t read it? Go look!”

You went to the app, brows furrowed. No.

You scrolled, it was gone.

The chapter for ‘mysterious girl’ was gone. The one you’d read on the night you went into the comic was gone. It was like you never left. Jia would’ve been worried if you were gone. It was the 18th of May. O5.18.22.

You read quickly. The chapter was ordinary. Yoona met up with Taehyung at his place to study wearing the same clothes you met her in. You weren’t there. She confessed to him and he…

He rejected.

‘I love you Yoona, but not the way you want me to,” A word bubble above Taehyung read, “I have a lot of things to learn about myself. I feel like I don’t even know who I am and I want to take time to choose a life for myself that I can love.”

The chapter ended with an ‘Instagram’ post from Taehyung.

thv: I hope u don’t forget me either

And a note from the anonymous author. No longer anonymous.

‘A letter to the fans of ‘First Love 101’:

I have decided to discontinue the comic, a sad ending for all of the fans but it was something that must be done. This has turned into a story of self discovery and self love. A love that should always come first. And Taehyung is at a point to take his own path and I, as his creator, has no right to continue to control him. Therefore, this is the end.

— Sincerely, the author of ‘First Love 101’, Kim Namjoon.’

::.

DISCLAIMER

none of the pics here are fanart. They’re a filter on prequel called ‘cartoon’ lol

also idk hope this doesn’t flip cuz it was fun to write

but also it probs doesn’t make that much sense lolllll

[wannaghostbts]

Ohhh!~ Love the way you got me feeling!~

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──★ the eros project

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ [ s | a ] dating show ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

you didn’t expect to actually fall for someone in a reality dating show. Then Kim Taehyung came along and you had to battle between your feelings and what this show was actually about.

──★ rewriting love

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ [ s | a ] webtoon ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

when a mysterious blackout traps you inside the world of a webtoon you certainly believe it’s one big cruel joke.

──★ lover’s revenge

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 13.4k | s | a | rockstar ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

you dated Taehyung before he made it big, so it was easy to assume he’d forgotten all about you. but for the past two years you’ve been his muse even after your split. a forbidden love that never faded.

──★ tunnel vision

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 13.4k | s | f | college/barista ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

you’ve just gotten yourself a job working with the campus crush, kim taehyung. he’s quiet and brooding but everyone is obsessed with him including your best friend. what do you when she asks for your help in dating him when he’s catching feelings for you instead? he’s supposed to notice her but he’s got tunnel vision when it comes to you.

──★ electra heart

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 13k | s | f | fake dating ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

♡ just dumped by his cheating ex girlfriend, taehyung seeks help from the campus primadonna to make his ex jealous. y/n is spoiled, mean and filthy rich—everything his ex loathed. what happens when the two form a pretend relationship that leaves their hearts in great turmoil? welcome to the life of electra heart ♡

──★ love and rivalry

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 17.3k | s | f | e2l/college ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

kim taehyung is neither friend or foe, he’s more of an annoying fly always near creating chaos in your life. now he’s buzzing on about his new crush and begging for your help in exchange for his help with yours. like an idiot you agree though you signed up more than you can chew. just great.

──★ all you want

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 13.1k |s | a | arranged dating/high society ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

in the world of high society finding your future partner took a lot of preparation. kim taehyung is one of the most sought out bachelors and he’s been roped on a blind date with Y/n, a spoiled rich girl not used to being told no. what happens when the two clash?

──★ his special secret

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆12.5k | s | a | college professor ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

you’re an art student who has recently broken up with your cheating ex boyfriend. he’s your art professor recovering from a divorce just a year ago. what happens when your relationship goes beyond that of a professor and his college student?

his special secret ||

──★ something about him

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 16.6k | s | a | yandere coworker ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

kim taehyung is nothing more than a man who works in the same office as you. he’s kind, charming, and unbelievably attractive but there’s just one downside to him. something feels off about the way he acts toward you and you’re not sure what but you know it has something to do with his little obsession with you. he acts strange at times, sometimes a little too lost in his own world, and changes his mood so fast you get whiplash trying to keep up.

you should feel scared or concerned but there’s just something about him that makes you ignore all the warning bells that go off in your head.

──★ the art of obsession

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 17.4K | s | a | dark academia ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

in a world of painters and poets, there were two college students looking for the right sort of inspiration. through devotion in your craft, you find yourself drawn to kim taehyung—a grad student painter who’s everything you’ve ever looked for in a character. his walk, his form of speech, his art, it all captivated you to the point where you wanted to recreate him in words and you begin to realize how similar the two of you really are. you share a sort of obsession in your work that seems like only each other could understand and he invites you into his world of oil paints and charcoals in hopes of drawing you on paper.

──★ lace and luxury

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 13.6k | s | sugar daddy ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

Money, Money, Money, must be funny in the rich man’s world. At least that’s how you feel working day and night to make end’s meet and still never having enough. Out of nowhere you get roped into a give and take relationship with a very powerful fashion designer who shows you the way into a life of luxury and lingerie. You’ve become his muse and in exchange he’s become your source of pleasure and riches. It’s a rich man’s world and you’re living in it.

──★ between roommates

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ s | a | roommates ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

you’ve got a crush on kim namjoon. Namjoon being jungkook’s friend, jungkook being your roommate. things get complicated somewhere down the line that leaves him regretting pushing you toward his own friend when he wants you just as bad. as roommates he knows you shouldn’t, but damn did he really want you.

──★ your power

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ s | a | ceo ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

the new boss at your company is hot, tatted, young, and you seem to be just his type

──★ bunny adventures

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ s | a | hybrid ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

you had absolutely no intentions of ever owning a hybrid until jungkook came along. a mistreated, misunderstood rabbit hybrid who’d only ever wanted was to be treated like an equal.

──★ my dear friend

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ s | f | f2l ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

just friends? keep telling yourself that, you and Jungkook have always danced on the line of friendship and something more but lately you’ve struggled being able to tell where you guys stand.

──★ depend on me

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 13.1k | s | a | hybrid ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

you’re so used to letting Jungkook do everything for you. he babies you almost and you’re both constantly reminded of the strangeness in your friendship. you’ve always loved him but he can’t see you as anything but the little bunny girl he used to protect. you change his mind

──★ never again

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 14.8k | s | a | neighbors ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

jeon jungkook is just your nosy neighbor who can’t seem to be anything less than a selfish, heart breaking, prick in your eyes. yet somehow he manages to wiggle his way into your life but is it enough for him to change your mind or will he prove your judgements right?

──★ the act of falling

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 14.4k | s | a | fwb ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

what was supposed to be a meaningless fling has turned into much more before you both realized you were falling. now all you can do is hope that all the challenges you’ve faced are worth something.

──★ campus affairs

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 11.9k | f | s | f2l ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

you transferred to a new college during second semester and you didn’t expect much excitement out for. that’s until jungkook came along and what had struggled to be a friendship was becoming so much more.

──★ fighting heart

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 15k | a | f | s ] boxer jk ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

never living a life of luxury, Jungkook does what he has to do to make ends-meet. right now that means fighting in underground clubs, getting beat black and blue until he wins. he knows there’s a better life out there for him but he never let himself think about it. until you came along and suddenly a weight is being lifted off his shoulders letting you through his guarded walls. you’re everything he needed and you make him want to fight for more.

──★ guys my age

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 9.5k | s | dilf jk ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

a summer spent at your friend’s place wasn’t something to be anything to look forward to. her hot, young dad would seem to change that for you when you decide a game of teasing would suffice your boredom. you got more than you bargained for when you realize he’s not a fan of games.

──★ ditto

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 12.9k | s | a | established relationship ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

you’ve got everything you need right now, amazing boyfriend, amazing job, amazing friends, but when you receive life changing news you’re not sure how to bring it up to your boyfriend. your indecisiveness and failure to be open with him puts a huge toll on your relationship and he just wants to know that if he continues to love and walk the same path as you, you’ll do the same and ditto.

──★ romantic dreams

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 23.9k | s | a | yandere jk ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

he’s always dreamt of finding his soulmate in some romantic way, bells ringing, birds chirping, maybe even a shine of light over their head. he never imagined to find them living next door to him with absolutely no clue to the extent of the growing infatuation he has toward you until it’s a little too late. hypnotized by your entire existence he finds his dreams and delusions of love to be a little too intense for anyone to bare.

──★ seven days to love

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 14.2k | s | f | coworker jk ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

jeon jungkook is nothing but your obnoxious new coworker who can’t seem to get the hint that you’re not interested. he’s loud, clumsy, and a bit of a player who knows his way with girls. what started off as an immediate physical attraction toward you quickly changed to a full blown crush that jungkook just can’t seem to let go. for seven days the two of you must work together alone at the store and each day jungkook takes as a chance to get you to notice him.

──★ cool with you

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 14.6k | s | f | neighbor jk ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

your break up from kim taehyung sent you spiraling into what felt like a midlife crisis of tear stained cheeks and tubs of half eaten ice cream with a broken heart. after finding out that your neighbor, jeon jungkook, was eavesdropping on your meltdowns and came to find out that your ex was his old friend, he found himself wanting to comfort you. he knew the kind of guy Taehyung was and he didn’t want to see you beat yourself up over a guy who wasn’t worth it so in the end he helped you through it and was unable to ignore the growing attraction you felt toward each other.

──★ limerence

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 17.8k | s | a | ex!jk ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

a recent discovery of old VCR tapes takes you down a rabbit hole of self-pity, remembering what you once had and how it all went down the drain over youthful mistakes. suddenly, you find yourself playing back the old tapes of the best relationship you’ve ever had and all you can think about is how to get it back—if you could get it back

──★ million dollar darling

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆19.7k | s | rich!jk ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

jeon jungkook is well aware of how privileged he is to have been born into the life he was given. it was glamorous and influential yet close-knit and suffocating, something he thought he wanted to escape from. a trip back home to the circle of wealth and snottiness for his best friend’s million dollar wedding has reminded him of all the reasons why he wanted to leave in the first place… and all the reasons he should stay — the main one being you, the spoiled rich girl he knew was utterly perfect for him.

──★ lost and found

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 18.7k | s | friend’s ex boyfriend ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

your college years have never been something you dwelled on for too long. you didn’t want to think of all the chances you lost and that’s why when the guy you had a crush on moves back to town, you try not to let it affect you again. but then he brings up old memories that didn’t go the way you thought they had and you’re thrown for a loop. you’re stuck between finding something new with him and falling back into old habits of never standing up for yourself. it probably doesn’t help that he dated your best friend, where everything seemed to go wrong.

──★ tempest

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 31.2k | s | yandere boyfriend ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

you’ve always considered your life to be more mundane than you would like to admit. it was a constant cycle of the same things over and over again that when you meet jeon jungkook at a bar, of all places, you didn’t expect to see just how much he would change your life and those around you. he’s got an air of mystery around him with his charming good looks and a violent past that you slowly begun to unravel when it feels like everything is going perfect.

──★ ukiyo

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 17.7k | s | f | summer romance ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

it’s the start of summer and there’s nothing better than dipping your toes in the sand and falling for a local boy who plays beach volleyball in his free time. he’s charming in a way you’ve never seen and you seem to understand each other better than one could imagine. both stuck in an awkward time of self discovery, you try to live in the moment and forget about your worries till they become too hard to ignore.

──★ effortlessly yours

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 16.9k | s | f | ceo x part timer ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

in an effort to catch a break from the people around him, jungkook stumbles into a bar on the other side of town and meets you—the one serving his drinks. things happen quite effortlessly between you and before you knew it, you’ve welcomed him to change your life for the better.

──★ infrunami

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 18.7k | s | f | friends to lovers ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

you’ve made great friends throughout the years but none like jeon jungkook. he’s there for you when you need him and although at times when things get complicated between your feelings and thoughts… there’s one thing for certain. you both have been wasting time acting like there’s nothing between you.

──★ shameless

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 31.5k | s | a | infidelity ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

unsatisfied with your current relationship, you find yourself swept into an affair with a regular at your gym. it turns out he’s not the sweet, charming man you fooled yourself into believe he was but for some reason, you keep going back to him.

SERIES

──★ summer bummer baby

HIATUS

──★ love lies

HIATUS

HALLOWEEN

──★ season of the witch

[wannaghostbts]

In the name of love!~ ♡

Legends of Darlaria

⨰ summary: While standing at the crossroads of your forgotten past and your tumultuous present, you strive to survive—to win—a gruesome war. Amongst pools of blood and unmoving bodies, you traverse foreign territory in search of your lost identity. But unexpected twists and disastrous turns hinder your path to glory. What lengths will you go to be loyal to your nation?

⨰pairing/rating: yoongi x reader & jungkook x reader | PG-15

⨰ genre: 70% angst, 30% fluff | war!au & magic!au

⨰ warnings: profanity, many deaths, torture, blood & gore, graphic depictions of battle scenes, slow burn

⨰ wordcount: 350k+ (predicted)

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Don't you want to say you'll stayyy!~

My Demon, My Love - Part 1 - The Contract

Is this really the time to discuss a deal?!

PAIRING: Demon!Taehyung x human (f) Reader

SUMMARY: All Taehyung wanted was business as usual — strike a deal, claim a soul, and enjoy dessert. But somehow, he ended up powerless, with no choice but to ask for your help.

WORD COUNT: 3.3k

GENRE: demon AU, fake dating, marriage contract, smut

RATING: R (explicit) (this part is PG-13)

WARNINGS: dangerous situation on a rooftop, misogyny, bantering, supernatural events, you make a deal with a demon ;)

A.N. I wasn’t sure if I’d get around to writing this, but here it is! This fic was inspired by the Netflix series My Demon and is my entry for @bangtanwritershq's Writing Event: 'Netflix and Chill'. Thank you @moonleeai for kindly beta reading, @pars-ley for the gorgeous banner, and @colormepurplex2 for believing I could do it 😁 Enjoy! 💜

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Taehyung closed his eyes, appreciating the sweet caress of the night summer breeze twirling his dark locks gently. There was nothing like feeling he was in the right place at the right time. Knowing that he didn’t have to keep searching, wasting his precious, if endless, time on this Earth because fate was coming to him.

The door to that segregated part of the hotel’s rooftop opened behind him, and Taehyung still didn’t open his eyes. His lips curved in a smile — he could smell the desperation from there.

Yet soon, muffled weeping started, and his smile vanished, forcing Taehyung’s dark eyes to stare at the night sky to tame his annoyance. Really? He usually met humans in sad circumstances, but that was nothing to cry like a baby about. He had made deals with starving people, with mothers who sacrificed their lives so that their babies could survive—

A desperate wail behind him jolted him into turning around and looking at the poor, unfortunate soul with a pout. Taehyung almost complained — the guy wearing a tailored suit and bawling would ruin his appetite for cake if he kept sobbing like that. He surely ruined the fate-fulfilling feeling Taehyung had just a minute ago.

The guy’s shoulders trembled as he tried to stifle his cries and wipe the snot on his sleeves, and Taehyung clicked his tongue.

“Seriously,” he murmured, muted by the sounds of the night and the breeze on that thirty-fifth floor. “Humans.”

He finally shrugged and walked towards the man with his hands in his pockets. The man was facing the night and had yet to notice he wasn’t alone. Taehyung didn’t need to see his face to know the human’s predicament at the root of all that weeping. The soul was ready to be tempted. All Taehyung had to do was step into the light.

And he did with a shrug. “Business is not what it used to be, huh?”

At first, the man scrambled to wipe his tears and snot as much as possible, but he stopped once he faced Taehyung. It was as though eyeing the face of perfection reminded the human of everything he was not, and Taehyung pursed his lips.

“I lost everything.”

The man’s emotions had dissipated, and Taehyung faced the night. “Seems you have.”

“My wife, my son…” The man blinked, his mind far away in the night lights of the cars and buildings down below. “I’ll ruin their lives with debt.”

Taehyung nodded. “Tragic. What if…” His tone was purposefully curious before he eyed his target with a smile. “What if there was an alternative… A deal. Would you take it?”

“Alternative… What?” The man faced him with big, tearful eyes, confused before he blinked blankly. “You mean, the life insurance?”

He faced the city below again, and Taehyung clicked his tongue, grabbing the man by the shoulder to pull him away from the ledge towards where he had been before, where the view of the rooftop swimming pool and lounge was mesmerizing on its own.

“Nah, I mean another option,” Taehyung enticed, smiling dazzlingly as he dragged the human to see what he saw: the elite in a fancy party, dressed to impress, enjoying their champagne flutes. “One that means that your wife and son would stay part of the echelon while—”

The door slammed open, letting out a drum of tapping heels rushing for the ledge. It made Taehyung raise an eyebrow and look over his shoulder. He seldom got interrupted, least of all, by a lady clearly running away from something. Or someone, he mused, picking up on racing steps from within the building, guessing they’d soon be out there too.

He suppressed a sigh and turned back to the task at hand with a mysterious smile. Taehyung still had the human by the shoulders, now shrinking and looking at him wearily.

Taehyung couldn’t blame him. “As I was saying, I can—”

“Yah!”

Taehyung’s eyebrow twitched. As he predicted, a man had caught up with the woman, addressing her poorly, shouting drunkenly. 

Taehyung gritted his teeth, a second away from snapping his fingers and making them both go away, but instead, he just… listened.

“Why are you so stubborn?!”

A female snicker made Taehyung keep his eyes on the scene and focus on you.

“You’re way out of line,” you stated as you turned around, and Taehyung raised an eyebrow. You were a world of contrasts: dainty curves draped in a classic black nightdress, a petite frame with a powerful voice, delicate features hiding an incredible presence.

“Me?! What about you?!” The man’s outraged screech made Taehyung purse his lips in disapproval, and the man still in his hold noticed, bristling. “I’m offering you a solution—”

“To a problem that doesn’t exist,” you deadpanned.

“You’ll ruin your family’s comp—”

“It is mine to ruin,” you declared, stepping forward.

“You—” The man stumbled on his words for a second, then attacked again. “You’ll ruin your family’s name!”

“Ah, my family name…” You tapped your chin pensively, and Taehyung chuckled before turning to face the party downstairs again, dragging the human in his hold. You had it all under control, it seemed. “Again, mine to ruin. I suggest you start taking care of yours instead of worrying so much about others.”

“So, like I was saying,” Taehyung said more quietly, eyeing the man in his hold meaningfully so he’d focus. “I know you want to keep your business and your family safe. I can do that for you; give them the life you dream of,” he promised, eying the party downstairs, where a loud toast was enough to draw the man’s attention. Taehyung smiled. “All you have to do is give me one tiny little thing.”

The man’s wide eyes turned to him, hopeful. “What?”

“Your—”

“Because you’re not taking it seriously!!”

Taehyung’s eye twitched, ready to snap at the guy who was screeching and interrupting his pitch, but the guy wouldn’t stop blabbing.

“Your hotels need to attract families!”

You crossed your arms over your chest, expressionless. “My hotels are high-end—”

“Even businessmen want to bring their kids along and won't if the owner has such a frivolous reputation!”

You rolled your eyes, exasperated. “And you think marrying will fix my reputation?”

“Yes!!”

“No.”

Your voice was so absolute that Taehyung finally sighed, glad it was over. Fortunately, the human with him was still eying the party so Taehyung wouldn’t have an issue closing the deal.

But he heard a scream before he could, and this time, it wasn’t the obnoxious man. Taehyung turned in time to see you hanging on to a mental pipe with your legs dangling over the city while the man shouting at you raced for the exit. 

Taehyung frowned at the weird turn of events, and the man in his hold gasped and jolted. “Is that…?”

Taehyung had no idea who you were, but it didn’t matter. The scent of desperation was replaced by fear in a flash, and in seconds, his deal was running back inside the building.

Taehyung heaved a deep breath, pressing his eyes closed to alleviate the annoyance that peculiar evening was instilling, when a second scream for help made him look.

He stepped closer, and indeed, you were dangling thirty-five floors high as the night wind disheveled your hair.

“Help me,” you breathed, and Taehyung tilted his head.

“Are you asking for my help?”

“Yes!” You almost screamed again, but pinching your eyes closed for a moment was enough.

You were frightened, and the other human had run off, so… “Fine,” he agreed, and you sighed. “But before that, you need to make a deal with me.”

“A what?” You were baffled. “Is this really the time to discuss a deal?!”

Despite you dangling over that ledge, Taehyung’s eyes didn’t leave yours as he stated, “Nothing’s free in this world.”

His gaze was so serious that you undoubtedly realized you didn’t have a choice. You clenched your teeth for a moment before agreeing, “Alright, let’s hear it.”

“There’s a lot to cover. Do you really want to go over it now?” His tone was almost amused as he glanced behind you. “This isn’t exactly tea time, is it?”

Your irritation was all over your face as you held on for your life. “It’d be crazy to enter into a deal with no information!”

“Suit yourself.”

Taehyung turned around, and your desperate plea was almost instantaneous. “Wait! Fine, I’ll be crazy! Help me!”

He had a smile on his face when he turned, raising his hand next to his head to show you the dotted line, but you were gone. 

He leaned over to see you screaming with your full chest as you fell through the air, passing the windows of the floors beneath you with your hair hiding your face. He gritted his teeth; he’d be crazy to help you before you signed the deal. 

He guessed he was crazy because he didn’t hesitate to jump after you and use his focus to dive faster and faster in your direction. You couldn’t see him because your hair was thrashing against your face, but he could see you as you fell and fell with your arms in his direction.

Until he grabbed your hand, and your scream halted. At that moment, you were able to get a glimpse of him, and you surely saw his eyes turning red. Then, he snapped his fingers.

Both your feet landed on the concrete rooftop again, and you screamed, stumbling. Taehyung was still holding onto your wrist, but you grabbed his other arm for support as though you thought you were still falling. He had to chuckle as you hid in his chest, still trembling with adrenaline and fear.

Eventually, you froze. You raised your head slowly to look at him, and he was waiting, raising a playful eyebrow.

You jolted back, letting go of him, and he let you. “Can’t say that wasn’t fun,” he teased, winking.

You grabbed onto the nearest railing, your knees buckling unsteadily as you tried to recover your labored breath. Taehyung observed you, tilting his head slightly. You were shaken but fine, which meant he fulfilled his side of the bargain.

Speaking of. “Now, back to what matters. The deal.”

“The what?!”

His eyebrow twitched at your breathless screech. “Our deal.”

“Deal? Deal?!” You got back on your shaky legs, still holding onto the railing. “How— How did you do that? How am I still alive?”

“Like I said, the deal,” he repeated, amused. “Isn’t that what you asked me to do? To save you?”

You were even paler now than before. “But— I fell. I fell, I’m sure I—” You turned to glance over the ledge and instantly flinched back, frightened. You turned back to him. “It’s not possible!”

He shrugged. “It’s possible when you’re me,” he grinned mischievously, raising his hand next to his head, but you interrupted him again.

“And who are you?”

“Your kind has many names for me.”

Your shoulders squared as your confusion gave way to irritation. “And what are those?”

Taehyung hummed and then waved his hand dismissively. “Not that important—”

“Wrong! We have time for the details now, so start talking!”

Taehyung lowered his hand and raised an eyebrow. “I already saved you, you can’t—”

You stepped forward. “Your name.”

“Taehyung.” He huffed, leaning in your direction to speak as bossily as you had. Then, he straightened back up with a smug smile. “I believe the modern name humans give me is demon.”

“Demon?” Your face lost all traces of anger as you stared at him, and Taehyung nodded.

You scoffed, hiding a bewildered laugh as you tried to compose your dress and hair, giving yourself time to understand what had just happened.

Taehyung didn’t have time for that. 

He raised his hand next to his head with a triumphant smile. Finally, the night would go his way and—

That was odd. You raised an eyebrow as you hugged yourself, and he wriggled his fingers in the empty air.

Empty? Why was it empty?

He frowned and brought his hand to his face, scrutinizing it. That never happened before. Why wasn’t it working?

“What’s wrong?” you asked quietly, swallowing dryly.

He pursed his lips, unable to quite put his finger on it, so he shrugged. He could get it in another way.

He snapped his fingers with his eyes on you, silently telling you not to move, and you held your breath. Yet, after a beat, he was still empty-handed. Nothing had happened.

He looked at his hand again, puzzled, and you finally laughed awkwardly, running a hand through your hair. “That was— A nice prank, huh?” He glanced at you, and his eyes fixed on a particular spot on your wrist. It made you uncomfortable, and you put your hand down. “So I guess that’s it.”

You meant to go around him and leave as quickly as your weak legs allowed it, but he grabbed your wrist and pulled it up to his face. “What’s this?”

He couldn’t help seething; he looked at his wrist and then back at yours — how was that possible?

Your eyes widened. “What?”

He turned your wrist so you could see it. “The tattoo. My tattoo. How the hell is it on your wrist?!”

You flinched, eyes wide as though you couldn’t believe it. You pulled your wrist to rub the black cross inked there, and he let you go, scoffing bitterly. What the hell was wrong with him tonight? The interruptions, the weird deal, and now his tattoo on someone else’s wrist! 

He gasped, looking at his empty wrist as you frantically brushed yours. That could only mean…

He looked at you and grabbed your wrist again, his fingers right next to the tattoo you had just stolen from him.

You bristled, uneasy, and annoyed. “What are you doing?”

He raised his other hand and snapped his fingers.

You jolted back, afraid of his eyes, and he let you go. He was more relaxed now that his suspicions were confirmed. He looked around and snickered, instantly realizing what had happened as you screamed when you realized you were no longer at the Eliena Hotel.

The hundredth twenty-third floor of the Lotte World Tower had a stunning view over Seoul. You almost stumbled before you sat straight and recognized the observatory, eying the glass floor and windows that allowed a complete view. He knew your stomach was churning, upset from the heights and thrills so far, but he was not thrilled at all.

“How did you do that?” he asked quietly, eying you closely.

“Me?!” You were outraged. “I didn’t do anything! What? How can you even think I could bring us here?!”

“No, not that,” he scoffed, facing you again. “I mean, my tattoo. How is it on your wrist?”

“I don’t know!!” You were freaking out, rubbing your wrist again, but it wouldn’t come off. “Take it— Take it back! Why is it there?!”

He huffed and neared you again, grabbing your wrist and invoking all his power. He felt it when he grabbed your wrist, but somehow, no matter how much he wanted it or stared at it, the cross didn’t budge.

He scoffed and let go of you, almost fuming. You were stupefied and overwhelmed by the situation, and of course, you were. You were a human. No matter how much he’d like to blame you for this, how could you have the knowledge or power to steal his powers from him?

“It’s still there,” you pointed out, jutting your wrist in his direction.

“I know.”

“Well, make it go away!”

“I can’t!” he roared, annoyed.

“You can’t?!”

“I don’t know how!”

“What do you mean you don’t know how?!”

He gritted his teeth and gave you his back, thinking hard about it. But no matter how much he rattled his brain, he could never recall this happening before or any passage in the book about it.

You huffed. “Then I’ll laser it—”

“No!”

He spun to face you, and you were angry. “What? Why the hell not?!”

He opened his mouth to answer but then pointed at you accusingly. “You didn’t sign a deal! I saved your life. You have to make a deal with me!”

Your lips parted as you stared at him as though he had lost his marbles. “What— I said okay when you asked!”

“Yeah, but you didn’t sign it! And now you’ve stolen my powers!”

“Stolen?” You scoffed, shaking your head. “Are you insane?”

Taehyung’s expression became as stone-cold as marble. All he did was grab your wrist again, and while you fretted about it, he snapped his fingers.

You gasped as reality changed around you — you were back on the Eliena Hotel’s rooftop. He let go of your wrist with the most sour look on his face. Did you get it now?

“Oh my—” you breathed as you stumbled back, then flinched away from the ledge out of which you had fallen earlier. “This is crazy.”

“Yes, indeed. You have my powers, and I need them back.”

You straightened and faced him furiously. “Well, take them!! This is all your fault!!”

“I told you I can’t!”

You groaned in frustration and composed your dress, finally letting the anger and oddity of the events wash past you. “You know what? That’s not my problem.”

“Don’t you—” He grabbed your arm again and faced you, equally angry at this whole thing. All he wanted was to make a deal! “I helped you. So you have to help me.”

“I really don’t see a reason why I should. I said yes to whatever deal, so you have a verbal agreement.”

“It doesn’t work like that!”

You shrugged. “Not my problem.”

You pulled your wrist free, and Taehyung huffed in exasperation before trying again. “Wait. You must want something. Since saving your life is not enough,” he scorned, irritated. “What do you want in return for your help in returning my powers?”

Your eyebrow quirked subtly as you eyed him from head to toe. Taehyung couldn't wait to hear what futile thing you wanted in exchange for your help. All humans wanted was money and—

“Marry me.”

He choked on his spit. “What?”

You paced around with your eyes on the ledge. “That psycho has a point, no matter if I’d like to admit it or not. Not for the hotels’ clientele, that’s stupid.” You sighed, visibly vexed by the other guy’s imbecility. “My family won’t make my life easy now that I’ve inherited the company. Just because I’m a woman. My grandfather clearly didn’t care, but my younger brothers and cousins seem to have a problem with it. They say I’m too obsessed with work and should start a family instead. Domestic bliss, they call it. What a load of crap,” you snickered, turning to him again. “You have powers, that much is clear. So if we get married, you won’t try to steal my company or force me to abandon my career. I’ll be married, so they can’t say anything about it.”

“So you… want me to pretend to be your husband?”

“Yes, you’ll need to actually marry me.”

“For how long?” he frowned.

You shrugged. “Until they get off my back. Then we can divorce amicably.”

He mused about it. “And you promise you’ll help me get my powers back? Actually, actively help me?”

You squared your shoulders as you faced him, the image of professionalism. “You have my word.”

Taehyung bit down on his tongue as he considered it. Unfortunately, he had already saved you and hence held no leverage on you anymore. He actually had no way to make you sign a contract or help him. And he didn’t have much of a choice. 

He nodded, dark eyes fixed on yours. “Deal.”

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So if you're ready... And if you let me... I wanna see it in motion in 3D!!!~

Pink Hearts & Black Clouds || jjk. — 01

Love me at my lowest, I’ll love you when you’re barely holding on

↠ Pairing : Jungkook x Reader

↠ Summary : Jeon Jungkook is the epitome of a brooding grunge. Moody, distant, and always a little too sarcastic. A grumpy, tattooed college student who barely tolerates anyone… except you. Somehow, the girl who’s a whirlwind of pink hearts and strawberry lipgloss is the one who keeps dear Jungkook on his toes.

But you must admit… behind that gruff exterior, there’s a side of him only you get to see—gentle, caring, and ready to spoil you in his own way. Everyone else may see him as the tough guy with a permanent scowl, but you know better. Jungkook’s heart? It’s all yours.

↠ Genre : established relationship au, college au, grunge!bf x bimbo!gf, angst, fluff & smut

↠ Word count : 3.8K

↠ Warnings : swearing, making out, teasing, exhibitionism (sex in a lecture theatre), unprotected sex, penetrative sex, rough sex, slight dumbification, dirty talk, begging, oral sex (m. receiving), ass smacking, scratching, dom!jungkook x sub!reader, use of pet names, sex on a desk (he hits it from the back at one point), a very moody but flirtatious Jungkook paired with bimbo!oc deserves its own warning :) - I think that’s about it?

↠ A/n : Hi there ; here it is! Chapter 01 of my first series, ‘pink hearts and black clouds’ which I am so excited to share. This story means a lot to me as it explores two completely different personalities finding their way together. With bimbo, sunshine!reader and grunge, grumpy!jk, I hope you enjoy exploring this world as much as I loved creating it. It’s messy, it’s fun, it’s emotional, it’s steamy (at times 👀) and it’s absolutely everything I could ask for! I’d love to hear what you think - your reactions, favourite part, or even anything you’d like to see from them in the future! Feedback / comments are always appreciated. Thank you for giving my story a chance & happy reading 🦢.

↠ Song : ‘Closer’ by Jungkook / ‘Good for you’ by Selena G

❧ Chapter 01 : Lipgloss & Leather

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A stream of light filters through the wooden, venetian blinds of the lecture theatre windows, slicing through the warm, cinnamon-scented air.

God bless Ms. Choi for her diffusers.

The ambience of the empty theatre is a sharp contrast to the wintry chill that is dancing around outside. The time of season where it bites at your cheeks and refuses to let go. Inside though, the warmth feels like a holiday cocoon, the kind that makes you shed layers and forget the frost clinging to the world beyond your surrounding.

Unfortunately, despite the serene atmosphere, you don’t feel any less distracted.

You are perched in a chair at the back of the theatre, mindlessly playing with your pink glitter gel pen while Jungkook sits on the desk in front of you, legs spread arrogantly, one boot perched on the seat beside yours. The light catches on the silver chain hanging from his neck, a stark contrast to his black t-shirt and ripped dry-denim jeans.

You should be focusing on taking notes for the upcoming midterm, like he told you to do, but instead, your eyes keep wandering back to the powerful man in front of you.

Powerful because he consumes your entire being.

You pout as you swirl a strand of your hair around your finger, oblivious to the smirk curling on Jungkook’s lips as he catches onto your little daydream.

“Not taking notes, princess?” he asks, tone dripping with mockery.

“Erm…” you blink at him, momentarily caught off guard. “I was… thinking?”

Jungkook cocks an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth twitching. “Thinking. Right. About the syllabus or about how good I look right now?”

Your cheeks flame as he leans forward, chin propped lazily on his tattooed hand. His dark hair falls messily over his face, making him look even more impossibly cocky.

“Both?” you meekly offer, putting down the glitter pen and propping your chin onto your soft hands.

His grin stretches wider. “You’re cute when you lie.”

You smile at the compliment as Jungkook reaches out and grabs the gel pen from the desk, inspecting it like it was the most interesting thing in the world. The sight of his tattooed fingers gripping the sparkly pink plastic makes your heart race.

“Why do you even need this?” he teases, holding the pen just out of reach when you try to grab it back. “It’s ugly, you definitely don’t use it to write anything down and it’s pink.”

Jungkook grimaces, observing the pen as though it’s a foreign object.

You huff and pout harder, crossing your arms. “You said you’d help me study, but all you’re doing is being mean!”

“Mean?” Jungkook cackles, the sound low and gravelly. “Doll, I’m just keeping it real. Someone has to be with you.”

“Ugh, you’re the worst!” you whine, trying again to snatch the pen, but Jungkook is faster. He swiftly moves it behind his back, staring you down with his usual, conceited smirk.

“And yet, here you are. With me.”

“Because you don’t let me leave,” you shoot back, a small huff escaping as you try your best to appear annoyed.

But you aren’t. Not even a little bit.

Especially when Jungkook leans in even closer, his dark eyes scanning your face like he is trying to memorise every detail.

“C’mere,” he says softly, contrasting his suddenly serious expression.

You blink up at him, your heart fluttering. “Why?”

“Just come here, doll. Trust me.”

You hesitate for half a second before leaning forward, and that is all the invitation Jungkook needs to grab your chair and yank you forward, placing you between his legs. Your breath hitches as he cups your face in his hands, the rough pads of his thumbs stroking your cheeks.

“You’re too fucking pretty, you know that?” he murmurs, his voice so low and intimate that it sends a shiver down your spine.

“Jungkook…” You trail off, feeling utterly flustered and ridiculously warm under his intense gaze.

“What?” he questions, cocking his head playfully. “You don’t like compliments? Want me to call you dumb instead? You like that, huh?”

“N-no!” you stutter, and the way he leans in closer makes your head spin.

“That’s what I thought,” he says with a smirk, brushing his nose against yours. “My good girl likes being told she’s pretty.”

Your heart thumps loudly in your chest as his lips find yours, the kiss starting soft but quickly turning hungrier. Jungkook kicks your chair back before tugging you impossibly closer, his hands sliding down to your waist.

“Fuck, you taste sweet,” he mumbles against your lips.

“Strawberry lip gloss,” you utter, still fairly dazed.

He hums appreciatively, a smile now evident on his face. “My favourite.”

Jungkook’s hands slides lower, squeezing your hips as he deepens the kiss. You moan softly when he nips at your bottom lip, his pierced tongue sweeping over it a second later.

The sound of the theatre door creaking open in the distance makes you freeze.

The wind.

“Jungkook!” you hiss, pulling back slightly. “What if someone comes in?”

Jungkook grins, completely unbothered. “Free show?”

“You’re impossible!”

“You love it,” he teases, his lips brushing the corner of your mouth. His hands tug at the hem of your short pink skirt, hiking it up higher as his fingers toy with the edge of your lace underwear.

“Ahh, is this the pair I got you the other day?”

“Jungkook…” you mewl, voice barely above a whisper. You manage a quick nod, before falling to rest your head on Jungkook’s shoulder.

“My doll is always so needy,” he grumbles, his dark eyes locking with yours. “But I don’t mind.”

Jungkook continues to fiddle with your underwear, his hand slipping inside to cup your now soaked sex in his rough hands. “Nice and wet.”

You squirm in his grasp, your cheeks burning as he presses another kiss to your neck, nipping the sensitive skin until you gasp.

“Relax, baby,” he whispers. “I’ve got you, I promise.”

And with that, you give in - like you always do with your lover boy.

“Get on the desk.”

Your heart races as you turn toward the heavy, wooden desk behind you. It feels cold beneath your palms as you hoist yourself up, the sound of your skirt rustling loud in the quiet space. Jungkook watches you intently, his eyes darkening as you settle onto the surface, your legs dangling over the edge.

He steps closer, his hands sliding up your thighs, pushing the hem of your skirt higher.

“Look at you,” Jungkook whispers, his voice dripping with approval. “So pretty. So perfect for me.”

You shiver, your hands gripping the edge of the desk as his fingers trace patterns on your skin. Jungkook’s touch feels electric, sending sparks shooting through your veins.

“J-Jungkook—” you stutter, your voice shaky.

“Shh,” he interrupts, his voice firm but gentle. “Just relax. Let me take care of you.”

Your boyfriend's words send a wave of warmth washing over you, and you let your body sink into the desk as he leans in, his breath hot against your neck. You feel the stubble on his jaw brushing against your skin, the faint scent of his woody cologne filling your senses.

“The way you give in,” he begins, his lips grazing your ear, “is fucking beautiful.”

A soft whimper escapes your glossy lips as his hands move higher, pushing your skirt up to your waist. His fingers hook into the waistband of your panties, and you gasp as he tugs them down, leaving you exposed.

Jungkook is quick to toss them onto his discarded leather jacket draped over the chair beside him. The delicate blush of your pink panties against the rugged, worn leather is a stark contrast that sends your mind spiraling.

“Stunning,” he utters to himself, eyes roaming over your body with a hunger that quickens your pulse.

Why the fuck is this man so hot?

You squirm, cheeks burning with embarrassment, but Jungkook doesn’t give you time to think. Not that there was much going on up there anyway.

His hands grips your hips, pulling you closer to the edge of the desk. He wraps your delicate legs around him, engulfing you in his embrace.

“As beautiful as you look like this,” Jungkook mutters, caressing your cheek, “I need you on your knees.”

You’re quick to comply, gently shoving Jungkook away. He cackles at your eagerness, but deep inside his brooding heart, he feels at awe.

“Open your mouth,” he commands, quick to change personas, voice rough with desire.

Again, you obey without hesitation, your lips parting as he unzips his jeans. His cock springs free, already hard and straining, and your eyes widen as he steps closer, the tip brushing against your lips.

“Suck,” he orders, his tone leaving no room for argument.

You hesitate for only a second before leaning forward, taking him into your mouth. His taste is salty and masculine, making you moan softly as you begin to move your tongue, your lips wrapping tightly around his girthy member.

Jungkook groans, his hand tangling in your hair as he guides your head up and down. “That’s it, doll,” he encourages, his voice thick with pleasure. “Take all of me.”

You sink deeper, gagging slightly as he hits the back of your throat. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes, but you don’t stop, determined to please him.

“Such a good girl,” Jungkook effortlessly praises, his grip tightening in your hair. “You were fucking made for this.”

The words send a jolt of heat straight to your core, and you moan around him, the vibrations making him shudder.

“Fuck,” he curses, his hips jerking forward involuntarily. “I’ll be painting your face with cum if you keep that up.”

You pull back slightly, looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes. “Isn’t that what you like?”

Jungkook chuckles darkly, his thumb brushing over your swollen lips. “Not yet, baby. I have other plans for you first.”

Before you can even think of a response, Jungkook pulls you off the floor, spinning you around so your back is pressed against his chest. His hands roam over your body, cupping your breasts through your satin blouse as he nips at your earlobe.

“You’re turn, princess,” he whispers, voice sending shivers down your spine for the umpteenth time this afternoon.

You gasp as his cold fingers find their way between your legs, exploring your already soaked folds. He teases you mercilessly, touch light yet maddening enough that it has you writhing in his bulky arms.

“Please,” you beg, voice trembling with need.

You try to grind against him, but Jungkook’s firm grip stops you from doing so.

“Please what?” he taunts, feigning confusion, breath hot against your neck.

“Fuck me,” you whimper, the words spilling out effortlessly.

Jungkook grins, his teeth flashing in the dim light. “What my pretty doll wants, my pretty doll gets.”

In one swift motion, he lifts you onto the desk, positioning himself between your legs. Jungkook’s cock presses against your entrance, and you yelp as he thrusts into you in one smooth, powerful movement.

”God, why are you so tight?” Jungkook groans, his hands gripping your hips as he begins to move. “I fucked you this morning.”

The sensation, along with the reminder of your earlier shenanigans, is overwhelming and both the stretch and burn send waves of pleasure through you.

You wrap your legs around Jungkook’s slim waist, urging him deeper as he pounds into you relentlessly.

“Harder,” you whimper, your nails digging into his shoulders. “More.”

Jungkook obliges, slamming into you with a force that has the desk rocking against the floor. The sound echoes through the lecture theatre, mingling with your desperate moans and his guttural grunts.

“Could fuck this cunt all day,” Jungkook growls, his pace increasing as he mercilessly hammers his thick cock into you.

You cling to him, body trembling on the edge of release. But just as you’re about to let go, Jungkook pulls out, leaving you gasping and empty.

“No!” you cry, your eyes snapping open to meet his smug grin.

“Not yet,” he warns, voice firm. “You’re not cumming until I say so.”

You whimper, your body aching with need, but Jungkook isn’t done. He flips you over onto your stomach, hoisting your hips up so your ass is in the air.

“What are you doing?” you ask, your voice muffled by the desk.

“Giving you what you wanted,” he replies casually, his hands spreading your cheeks apart.

And then Jungkook is inside you again, filling you completely as he drives into you with a ferocity that leaves you utterly breathless.

Your sopping pussy lewdly squelches around Jungkook, completely soaking him. The sound turns the pair of you on further.

“Right there!” You mewl, pushing yourself back onto Jungkook, the pressure making you moan uncontrollably.

“Say it,” he demands, his voice rough with exertion. “Tell me who fucks you this good.”

“Y-you,” you stutter, your voice breaking as he hits your g-spot deep inside you. “This drenched pussy is yours.”

“And who do you belong to?” Your boyfriend growls, his hand coming down on your plump ass with a sharp smack.

“I’m yours!” you cry, the pain mixing with pleasure in the most delicious way. “Love the way you fuck me.”

Jungkook smirks, his pace slowing as he leans over you, lips brushing against your ear. “Good girl. Now come for me.”

As soon as the words leave his filthy mouth, your body convulses, wave after wave of pleasure crashing over you as you come undone. Jungkook isn’t far behind, his own release hitting him with a force that leaves him trembling.

The feeling of his cum oozing into you has you wanting to turn around and ride the fuck out of your lover boy.

Jungkook collapses on top of you, his breath hot against your skin as you both struggle to catch your breath.

“You okay, doll?” he asks, his voice softening as he turns you around and carefully seats you on the desk.

You nod, a small smile playing on your lips. “Yeah. I’m- wow.”

Jungkook chuckles, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “You’re amazing.”

“And you, Bakugo,” you reply, your voice hoarse and barely above a whisper.

Your lover boy grins, his fingers tracing lazy circles on your back. “Round two after lunch?”

The cafeteria hums with energy, alive with the noise of lively chatter and the sporadic clatter of trays hitting tables.

You’re perched on the bench beside Jungkook, a tray of half-eaten chips and an unopened can of Samjin Mango Soda sitting in front of you.

Across the table, Taehyung and Jimin are engaged in a heated debate about Haikyu, their hands waving dramatically as they try to outtalk each other about the anime the two of them are currently rewatching.

Well, truthfully speaking, all of you have been rewatching, but only the two of them are so deeply interested. Maybe Jungkook, but he’d never admit it.

Speaking of Jungkook, he is slouched against the table, one elbow propped up as his thumb scrolls lazily through your phone, staring at pictures you had taken of yourself today.

And he says he isn’t obsessed.

As usual, he hasn’t said much, just the occasional grunt when someone asks him a question. He looks effortlessly intimidating, his black hoodie (that you finally returned) pulled low over his forehead, his iconic silver chain around his neck catching the light and his usual scowl that is always imprinted on his beautiful face.

You, on the other hand, couldn’t be more of a contrast. You’re in your own world, a makeshift beauty station spread out in front of you, next to yours and Jungkook’s shared meal. Your compact mirror is propped against the soda can, brushes and glosses neatly scattered around it.

A soft pout forms on your lips as you reapply a coat of your signature lip gloss, the sticky sheen glistening in the light. You’re blissfully focused, tilting your head to inspect your work like an artist perfecting their masterpiece.

“You’re so wrong,” Jimin says, leaning forward with a look of betrayal. “There’s no way Seijoh vs. Karasuno is better than Shiratorizawa vs. Karasuno.”

“It’s about the emotional stakes, Jimin,” Taehyung replies, sipping his iced tea as though he is a certified anime critic. “Oikawa’s genius mind versus Kageyama’s raw talent? That’s art.”

“Art?” Jimin scoffs. “Bro, real art is Ushijima annihilating them with a spike.”

Taehyung shrugs. “Oikawa’s smugness had more impact than any spike ever could.”

“Who’s Kageyama again?” you pipe up, tilting your head.

Jungkook’s phone, well your phone, lowers an inch as he glances at you, his expression blank. “You can’t be serious. We literally watched an episode yesterday.”

You shrug, completely unbothered by the disbelief in his tone. “I don’t remember the boring ones.”

Jimin nearly chokes on his drink, eyes wide in horror. “Boring?! He’s literally the King of the Court!”

“Don’t,” Jungkook says flatly, cutting off Jimin’s impending rant. “She’ll just start listing the hot ones.”

You grin, batting your lashes at him. “Is that a problem, Koo?”

Taehyung leans back in his seat, smirking. “You’ve got your hands full, don’t you, Koo?”

“I wouldn’t call it that,” Jungkook mutters, though his ears tinge pink. “And don’t fucking call me that.”

Taehyung catches it immediately, raising his brows. “Is that a blush I see, Jungkook? The same guy who nearly broke someone’s nose in basketball last week?”

“Fuck off,” Jungkook grumbles, sliding your phone over to you.

“Bro, you’re whipped,” Jimin adds, his laugh practically echoing across the room.

“No I’m not-”

“You are,” Taehyung interrupts, pointing a chip at him. “It’s so obvious. You’ve got that whole, ‘don’t fucking talk to me’ thing going on, but this one over here bats her fake lashes and you’re folding fast.”

“Hey! They’re real,” you protest, leaning forward and resting your chin in your palms.

You study Jungkook with a teasing smile. “Is that true? Am I your kryptonite?”

His eyes flick to yours, dark and unreadable, but there’s a flicker of something - amusement, maybe, or fond exasperation. Jungkook simply doesn’t answer, just grabbing a chip from the tray and popping it into his mouth.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” you say, your smile widening.

Jungkook rolls his eyes, but it’s half-hearted. He leans back in his seat, stretching his long legs out under the table, and you notice the way his fingers tap rhythmically against his knee. He looks relaxed, but you know him well enough to recognise the effort it takes to hold back a snarky comment.

“He doesn’t even deny it,” Jimin continues, grinning like he’s won something. “You know what? I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I think you’re good for him.”

You blink, caught off guard by the sudden compliment. “Really?”

“Yeah,” Taehyung agrees, though his tone is far more mischievous. “You’re like the sunshine to his thundercloud.”

“Lipgloss to his cigarette,” Jimin chimes in.

“Or the idiot to his genius,” Jungkook finishes off, his voice dry as ever.

You gasp, smacking his muscular arm lightly. “I’ll have you know I’m very smart!”

“Name the capital of the United States,” he challenges, barely hiding the smirk tugging at his lips.

“Easy,” you say confidently, shrugging your shoulders. “Hollywood.”

Taehyung and Jimin dissolve into laughter, and even Jungkook can’t hold back the small shake of his shoulders.

“Christ,” he mutters, rubbing a hand over his face. “You’re unbelievable.”

You pout, confused why the boys are laughing. But, the sight of Jungkook joining in with them has you leaning into his side, grinning up at him. “You still like me, right?”

Jungkook doesn’t reply, but his hand moves to casually rest against the small of your back, his fingers caressing the exposed skin.

And that?

That’s the only answer you need.

You busy yourself with dabbing some extra Dior blush onto your cheeks, the sunlight streaming through the window catching the shimmer within it. Jimin plays with your Ilia mascara, shaking his head as he takes in the rest of your makeup that is scattered around.

Taehyung sees that you’re occupied and smirks, leaning closer to Jungkook. “You defo love it, you’re just too much of a moody shit to admit it.”

“Love what?” Jungkook asks, deadpan, though the tightening of his jaw gives him away.

“Having someone fuss over you,” his best friend teases, motioning his thumb towards you with a grin. “She’s got you wrapped around her finger.”

Jungkook exhales sharply, looking down at the now empty takeaway container in front of him like it’s suddenly the most fascinating thing in the world. “You have nothing better to talk about?”

Your eyes dart to him, catching the faintest hint of red creeping up his neck.

Smiling to yourself, you lean your chin on your palm. “It’s okay, Jungkookie,” you coo softly. “You don’t have to say it. I already know.”

He glares at you, but there’s no real bite to it. “Don’t call me that.”

“Why not?” you ask, pouting in innocence. “You love it when I call you that.”

Taehyung and Jimin burst into laughter once again at your audacity.

Jungkook narrows his eyes at them before turning to you. For a split second, his fingers twitch on the table, like he’s about to pull you closer. His gaze softens as it lingers on you - like he’s on autopilot, already halfway to pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

But then he stops.

Clearing his throat, he leans back in his chair instead, pulling the hood of his sweatshirt over his head like armour. “You’re insufferable and annoying.”

You blink, caught between surprise and amusement. “You almost- you almost did it!”

“What?” he grunts, refusing to look at you.

“You were going to kiss my head.” Your voice is laced with a playful lilt, but there’s a flicker of something tender beneath it. “Don’t worry, Kookie. Next time, you’ll follow through.”

His tongue pokes against his cheek, a telltale sign of his rising frustration - or embarrassment, you can’t quite tell. “Shut up and eat,” he mutters, tugging his hood lower before he shoves a packet of crisps your way.

Jimin and Taehyung howl in laughter, and you can’t help but join them, even as Jungkook mumbles curses under his breath.

Somewhere beneath the gruffness, there’s the faintest quirk of his lips - a fleeting smile that only you seem to notice.

And in small moments like this you conclude that while Jungkook doesn’t give you flowers or grace you with love letters, he gives you something that is endless - pieces of himself: his time, his trust, his unwavering presence, and a love so consuming it feels like forever.

And there we have it! Please do let me know your thoughts ; the support I receive means the world to me 🫶🏻

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