xwonderfuldeath

[xwonderfuldeath]

.The Little Reading Nook.

13. Just a cake please!

Pairing: You x Seokjin

Warnings : Slice of horror <3

Please, consider supporting me on Patreon or go check my gumroad!♥

Synopsis: You came for a cake. But something went wrong.

Your hands are shoved deep into your pockets, your gaze fixed on the display case in front of you: every cake looks more appetizing than the last, and you don’t know what to choose—they all spark a primal urge to pull out your credit card and buy them all.

Maybe it’s their colors? Or maybe the way they’re presented in the perfectly maintained glass cases. Something about this parade of little treats tells you to stop and take at least two, so you pushed open the glass door, hearing the bell chime.

Everything here smells of sugar, hot chocolate, and extra pounds. Of course, you don’t linger at the entrance; it’s charming—there are asymmetrical shelves making towers of cakes getting smaller on each level, red tiles on white walls, everything breathes indulgence, and your eyes light up at each perfect glaze.

“—Hello, how can I help you?”

You feel like you shouted, before turning to follow the sound of the male voice, who answers with a small chuckle. The man is handsome—divinely handsome. He could be a model or a K-pop singer and probably makes heads turn in the whole neighborhood, and you already feel your heart race, not quite sure why. You feel like you’re back in middle school, and your cheeks flush as you stammer.

“—I would like… a cake, please. —Perfect timing, you’re in the best place for that. What would you like?”

You hesitate to tell him that absolutely everything catches your eye, and if you listened to yourself, you’d empty the shelves—but then you laugh awkwardly at the thought. Your bank account probably wouldn’t keep up anyway, so better stick to one, and just because it looks good doesn’t mean the cakes taste good—maybe it’s all just about the design.

“—What kind of raspberry cakes do you have? —Raspberry? Wonderful choice. Follow me.”

You do so without really knowing why. This guy might not even own the shop, but you trust him deeply. He leads you between the shelves until several other racks appear.

Your gaze falls on various cakes glazed to perfection, some topped with fresh raspberries surrounded by gold petals, others simply with a flawless mirror glaze, and you don’t know what to choose. Until your heart breaks for a tart—it looks simple at first glance, but white and milk chocolate shavings are placed on the fruit, which bathes in an airy cream, all surrounded by a perfectly refined crust.

“—Can I have the tart? —Excellent choice.”

He says no more, puts on red gloves, and places the pastry into a white box. Everything is calculated, almost like a show, before he walks behind you like a duckling to the cash register and enters the price of the pastry: 8,500* Won. Not expensive for such a cute dessert.

"—That will be all, I suppose?” —Yes. Thank you!”

You take the box and leave this strange atmosphere, quickening your pace when you notice the time, thinking your best friend must be pulling her hair out—or calling the whole army to make sure you haven’t been kidnapped by a lunatic.

Box in hand, you arrive at the park where she’s already waiting, tiny, sitting on a bench as if she owed money, and you smile, letting yourself fall down too, making her raise a reproachful look, which then fades into interest as she looks at the box in your hands.

“—Two more minutes and I call the police for a mysterious kidnapping! —Sorry, I found a little cake shop. —And you decided to stay four hours straight? Did they have a tasting fresh out of the oven or what? —Four hours?!"

It’s not that you don’t believe the girl in front of you, but you need proof. So, you pull out your phone to check her claim. And she was right—almost five hours have passed since you walked through the shop’s doors, and without realizing it, you even sent a message to move the meeting an hour earlier.

“—I swear I lost track of time! Want some? Raspberry tart with chocolate shavings. —It better be incredible, that tart."

A nervous laugh escapes your lips as you open the now-empty box, and you start to apologize. Your best friend’s eyes lift to you, sizing you up. They’re not full of judgment or reproach, but rather worry for your health before she lets out a hearty laugh.

“—You could have just told me the tart was incredible! I wouldn’t have blamed you! —But I didn’t touch it! I mean… It was there! —And now the gnomes ate it? Stop, it’s nothing, next time okay? Come on, let’s go! We have plenty of shops to visit! —Okay.”

Disappointed, you toss the empty box into the first trash can you see before following your best friend to the mall, quickly pushing aside the day’s strangeness and fully enjoying discovering the season’s new arrivals. The summer heat made the air suffocating, and you desperately needed new clothes, so you try them on one after another, forgetting your dizzy head and everything else.

A week flies by, and you feel something is wrong—your stomach hurts, your head is heavy. You feel like everything around you is spinning; your head feels like a balloon, and if someone poked a needle in your temple, it would certainly burst.

You splash water on your face several times, trying to shake off the unpleasant sensation of a hammer pounding your head before dragging yourself to bed. Your ceiling dances as your breathing hurts when the sound of your apartment door echoes far away, making you roll your head to the side.

“—Misty..? —No, sorry, Misty isn’t here.”

You recognize the voice of the man from the cake shop, and your blood races in your chest. You sit up with difficulty on your elbows, seeing stars as he closes the curtains one by one, then comes back into the living room to look at you, a smile on his lips.

“—You don’t look well, you probably need help. —What did you do to me… What do you want..? —‘What did you do, what do you want?’ You’re all stuck on that, it’s pathetic. I’m an artist, come on, and what do artists do? —… I don’t know… —They find inspiration in recipes. And perfect them.”

Another man enters through the door, and your head feels so heavy you can no longer hold it up; you feel yourself fall backward onto the floor under the gaze of the two men, who seem to be watching you.

“—I brought what you asked for, Seokjin. —Perfect. Thanks.”

The second man nods, leaving somewhere in your apartment before Seokjin pulls your ankles to drag you across the floor. You struggle, plead, but no one seems to come for you, probably because all that comes out of you are whispers, and you can feel the tarp beneath you as he throws you down.

"—What are you doing..? —I’m harvesting ingredients for my next masterpiece, of course. You’re going to be magnificent in my shop, I promise.”

You open your mouth to say something, but nothing comes out except a sound drowned by the echoes in your head, which seems to implode, plunging you into complete darkness.

“We regret to report another disappearance—this person also went into a bakery before vanishing exactly one week later. Disappearances have now reached six, raising police concerns, who urge all citizens to stay alert and to report any suspicious bakeries directly to the police…”

The small bell chimes in the large bakery, blue tiles, red walls, the perfectly symmetrical displays beneath a yellow tiered cake, beautifully decorated with several edible flowers, and Seokjin slowly approaches the door, fixing his eyes on the new arrival, a smile stretching his lips.

“—Hello. How can I help you?”

[xwonderfuldeath]

Intoxication - o5

Please, consider supporting me on Patreon ♥

"— Taehyung. Can we talk?"

Sitting on the couch in the home he used to share with his partner, Taehyung looked sulky. Of course he wanted Jimin to get his job back, so he went along with the idea because all he ever wanted was his best friend’s happiness. But he just couldn’t get over everything Jungkook had said. Jimin was important. He should’ve known that. He should never have questioned it. Ever.

"— Listen, I’m sorry... But Yoongi is my friend. — And your boss, the one signing your fat paycheck at the start of each month. — That’s not the point! How was I supposed to believe he could do something so... stupid?! — By believing me, when I tell you something serious, without doubting me for even a second? I’ve never doubted you. Not even when you told me Jimin himself was flirting with you! Never!"

Jungkook bit his lower lip and let out a long sigh as he ran a hand through his slightly grown-out hair. He was trying to find the right words—anything to make sure the door didn’t slam shut again like a thunderclap. He sat on the couch, far enough from Taehyung not to scare him off, but close enough in case he needed comfort.

"— I’m sorry I didn’t believe your best friend... I’ll be more open-minded next time. — What next time?"

Jungkook's heart cracked hearing Taehyung’s cold tone and evasive gaze. He kept looking at him, searching for a hint of something—humor, irony, anything—but all he saw was a cold stare and genuinely hard eyes from his ex-fiancé.

"— You can’t really leave me for good. I mean... Taehyung, you’re the love of my life! And—" "— And you didn’t believe me when I told you about the first serious issue. How can I trust that you won’t do the same thing again later?"

Tears welled up in Jungkook’s eyes before he dropped to his knees, catching Taehyung off guard. He pressed his forehead to the floor, begging for forgiveness—just as Namjoon had told him to do in these kinds of situations. So he followed it to the letter.

"— Please, don’t leave me for good! I’ll change, I promise! You want me to quit my job? I’ll do it. Anything you want. You want me to go punch Yoongi in the face? Just say the word! But please… don’t really leave me."

He felt pathetic, pressed against the floor, tears sliding down his cheeks as he desperately clutched the ugly rug he had always hated—now even more, with his face buried in it. Until he felt Taehyung’s hand gently on his back.

"— Get up, Jungkook… I don’t like seeing you cry. — I’m sorry. I won’t cry ever again, I promise. — I didn’t say that either!"

A laugh slipped from Taehyung’s lips while Jungkook sniffled loudly, looking up at the man he’d always loved, full of shame for being so pitiful. Taehyung stroked his cheek before pulling him into his arms, whispering sweet words while swaying gently, comforting him as Jungkook wrapped his arms around his slender waist like he was clinging for dear life.

"— I won’t leave you forever. On one condition. — Anything. Name it. — We finally do your public live... while I take care of you."

The whisper sent shivers down Jungkook’s spine. He didn’t hesitate for a second—his lips crashed onto Taehyung’s, laughing into the kiss, before being pulled into the bedroom and the door shutting with a flick of a foot. A sign of a physical reconciliation.

-x-

When Namjoon got home, kicking off his sneakers and leaving them at the entrance, he was surprised by the smell of dinner wafting through the air. It brought a sweet smile to his tired face. He walked into the kitchen, exhausted but soft, wrapping his arms around his lover’s waist and planting a kiss on his neck.

"— You should’ve told me you were back, I would’ve come to pick you up." — And ruin the surprise? — Fair point."

He let Seokjin turn in his arms, exchanging an incredibly tender kiss before Seokjin gently nudged him toward the bathroom, insisting he take a hot shower—which Namjoon didn’t refuse at all.

When he returned, the table was already set and Seokjin was opening a good bottle of wine. Namjoon took his seat, eyes never leaving his husband, who served two large glasses of red before joining him at the table.

"— How was your day? — Absolutely boring. I missed you every single minute. — You’re too sweet."

He saw the older man blush slightly at the compliment, and Namjoon couldn’t help but smile more genuinely as he sipped his wine. It paired beautifully with the red meat that melted on his tongue. They shared a peaceful silence, far from drama or relationship chaos.

"— How are the two troublemakers, Taehyung and Jungkook? — They’re working on things. There’ll be a wedding. — Good! I thought I’d have to go knock some sense into those two. And Yoongi? — It’s... complicated. We’ll know more tomorrow. — Why? What’s happening tomorrow? — They’ll talk."

Seokjin nodded quietly and the conversation drifted to lighter topics. From deep to mundane. Eventually, they ended up wrapped in each other’s arms in a hot shower before collapsing into their shared bed— Hoping that by morning, everything would be a little less broken.

[xwonderfuldeath]

.The Little Reading Nook.

13. A money problem

Pairing: You x Yoongi

Warnings : ....

Please, consider supporting me on Patreon or go check my gumroad!♥

Synopsis: You want something more expensive than this..

"- I don't want your gift. Why can't you understand that?"

You glanced at what Yoongi had bought, laid out so obviously on the table, and wrinkled your nose. That’s all he could manage? A cheap little gift that couldn’t have cost more than twenty thousand won. You rolled your eyes, turned on your heel, and grabbed a glass of wine — something soft, expensive, and indulgent — bought with his card. It made you feel superior. You took a sip before looking back at him.

"-Save that for your fans. I'm better than them. I’m the one who shares your life, remember? -But you said you wanted a new necklace. -A necklace that fits my new lifestyle, Yoongi. Not some trinket."

A deep sigh escaped from the artist as he looked at you like he’d married a stranger. But you couldn’t help it — the only reason you had entered Min Yoongi’s life was to enjoy yours to the fullest, without ever having to do anything more than bat your lashes. You were born to marry rich and live the dream life.

Whether it was him or someone else, it didn’t matter. In fact, the fact that your husband was a bit naive worked to your advantage. He hadn’t seen through your act during four years of shared life — why would he now?

With no shame at all, you slouched into a chair casually, your gaze falling on the so-called necklace. Two tiny diamonds seemed to be fighting to see which one sparkled more. You scoffed. "Is that all I’m worth? A cheap necklace with no pearls or luxury?" "Stop. You know that’s not true." "Yet when you offer me things like this, it feels like I don’t deserve better. What will people say? That you don’t love me enough!"

Your crocodile tears didn’t seem to work anymore. Yoongi looked unaffected as he took the box and closed it slowly under your surprised gaze. Maybe the gift didn’t mean much in your collection, but it was still YOUR necklace. He gave it to you.

"- What are you doing? - What I should’ve done a long time ago."

A victorious smile curled your lips as you straightened up, expecting him to finally get it — to finally understand you deserved more. You were already preparing to list everything your life was missing. First up: a luxury car. Maybe a Lamborghini, or a Lexus. You had browsed models recently — they all caught your eye, so you’d have to decide soon. Or why not get them all?

But he didn’t do exactly what you had in mind. Instead of handing you a blank check like before, he handed you a stack of papers titled: Divorce Request.

A laugh slipped from your throat — something between mockery and frustration — as you stared at him wide-eyed.

"- Wait, you can’t be serious right now, can you? - I’m dead serious. This charade has gone on long enough. - What do you mean? That I’m not good enough for you anymore? - Exactly. Yes."

You choked slightly, outraged. How could he divorce you after everything you’d done for him? He was your first concert, your first luxury dinner. And now he wanted to take away your lifestyle? That wasn’t fair!

"- We have a marriage contract! You owe me half your fortune! - No, I had it voided.

- That’s not legal! - The fine print clearly states that infidelity voids the agreement."

Your cheeks flushed red — part shame from being caught, part shock at what you'd done. You opened your mouth to defend yourself, but he wasn’t listening anymore. You clenched your fists, swallowing your pride.

He’d come crawling back, you were sure of it. When he realized what he’d lost — you, and all your generosity — he’d regret it. Who else would want a man like him? Naive and bland? No one.

With all the pride you had left, you left the shared house — not without announcing the devastating news to anyone who would listen. But as if by magic, none of your so-called friends answered your messages anymore. Well, whatever. Yoongi would come back. You were sure of it. All you had to do was wait.

But as time passed, the divorce became real. You lost all your status, all access to the shared accounts. You had to leave the hotel suite and find a job — one that paid ten times less than Yoongi’s income. You were now living in a small apartment, barely the size of your old living room, doing everything you could to “accidentally” bump into him. Not that you’d admit to circling your old neighborhood every chance you got. You told everyone you had a stable job with great hours.

Still, deep down, you hoped he’d take you back.

"- Yoongi!"

You had seen him pull up in his luxurious new car, and without thinking, rushed toward it. He looked just as handsome as you remembered — but his eyes were different. Indifference. Cold. On his arm was a young woman — short blonde bob, green eyes — who looked at you with a sideways smirk.

"- Who is she supposed to be?!

- The new one. Your replacement, if we’re using your words."

You glared at her, your nose wrinkling, but Yoongi didn’t let her stop. He clearly had better things to do, and they walked past you like you were nothing, leaving you alone outside the house you would never enter again.

Insulted, you turned on your heel and walked away. There were plenty of rich men out there. Him or another — what did it matter?

And yet… your heart ached. And this time, the tears rolling down your cheeks were real.

[xwonderfuldeath]

. Let's Be Sexy .

This Sunday… and every Sunday after that… something dark is coming to your screen. Something sexy. Something supernatural. Something you won’t want to read with the lights off. 🖤

📚 Let’s Be Sexy – an exclusive erotica fanfiction 💸 Only €3/month on Patreon 🔞 NSFW | Supernatural | TaeKook-centric

🧠 Kim Taehyung is just a regular human. His best friend, Park Jimin, doesn’t believe in ghosts, demons, or fate. But when Jimin steals something he was never meant to touch... That something wants it back. And it won’t ask nicely. 👀

✨ Drama. Lust. Possession. Obsession. Only the prologue will be public — the rest stays locked deep behind the veil. 🗝️

🔗 Read now → 💖 💬 Reblogs are love! 💖

[xwonderfuldeath]

Intoxication - o4

Please, consider supporting me on Patreon ♥

“ - Taehyung, you can’t stay mad at Jungkook forever, you know?

- Why not? He didn’t want to believe you! How do you expect me to be calm and peaceful after that?

- Because you’re letting yourself sink into depression on my couch, playing your favorite playlists on repeat. That’s not healthy for you.”

Taehyung sniffles loudly as he props himself up on his elbows, his eyes filled with tears he hadn’t stopped shedding since the big announcement of his breakup with Jungkook, making Jimin sigh softly as he runs a hand through his hair. It didn’t take a genius to understand that Taehyung was sinking into a depression, and even though he wanted to act strong, the truth was: Jungkook was the man of his life.

So, to try to calm the already delicate situation in his life, Jimin had come up with the plan of the year: simply go talk to Jeon Jungkook, explain the situation, pray he would listen, and then return to his miserable life now that his boss had ruined everything. He cleared his throat before telling Taehyung he was stepping out and that he shouldn’t raid the ice cream tub before he got back.

Jungkook must have chosen the café to make sure they wouldn’t be disturbed, and when the model arrives, he is already breaking down in tears and pulling Jimin into a shocked embrace.

“ - Oh my god, I’m sorry, I should’ve listened to you, believed you. Look at you. You deserve better than me and my comprehension issues. Honestly, Taehyung leaving me made me rethink my life.

- I hope not too much though, I mean… Sorry, what do you mean by rethinking your life?

- I’m going to adopt a dog, his name will be Bam. And then I’m going to win Taehyung back.”

Now he understood what a soulmate meant, and a small laugh escaped Jimin’s lips, much less tense than he had been so far. He motioned for Jungkook to sit down before taking a seat across from him, ordering a bottle of soda, simple and effective, before Jungkook wrinkled his nose and ordered two full meals: appetizer, main course, dessert, to Jimin’s astonishment.

“ - I might just be on a break with Taehyung, but I know how you behave. I’m not going to let you starve; the love of my life would hold that against me forever, and then I’d have to end it all.

- Yeah, no. Let’s avoid that scenario. Sounds like a good idea.”

Jungkook nodded like a child caught in the act, and Jimin exhaled softly, looking around to soak in the atmosphere before having a heart-to-heart with Jeon Jungkook about his plan: to get Taehyung out of his house as soon as possible.

Make no mistake, he loved him with all his heart, but he didn’t want to watch him crumble on his couch, sad and depressed solely because of his ex-boss. The café/brasserie was quite pretty, cream tiles on the floor with black grout for a classy touch. The tables were egg-shaped, which was surprising but probably practical, paired with cream velvet chairs where they were seated.

Jimin hadn’t even dared to look at the menu, fearing he might have an instant seizure when seeing how much food he’d have to skip for the next three months. Everything screamed wealth: chandeliers hung from the ceiling, and large bay windows let in beautiful sunlight, creating a cozy yet magical atmosphere at the same time.

“ - You’re here to talk about Min Yoongi or about the love of my life who I miss every day, night and day?

- Taehyung. I’m here for Taehyung.

- Ah.”

He seemed initially disappointed, his gaze drifting outside for a second before meeting Jimin’s again, who nodded curiously, trying to understand the reaction. He should have been happy to have a plan to get Taehyung back in his bed, especially after the scene he’d just made, but he crossed his arms over his chest. Something was off, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it yet.

“ - Why would we talk about Min Yoongi? I thought you wanted an idea to get Taehyung back in your life?

- Yes, but at the same time without Yoongi, you won’t have the means to support yourself. I can take back the contract if you want.

- Really?

- No. Forget it.”

Jimin frowned; something was definitely wrong, and he stared at Jungkook, carefully watching his movements and demeanor before realizing he was as tense as a clothesline. Jimin fixed him with his gaze, and without opening his mouth, Jungkook relaxed and started talking non-stop.

“ - They forced me to come here and deal with the situation temporarily.

- Who, ‘they’?

- Taehyung and Yoongi.”

Jimin opened his mouth then closed it, looking more like a goldfish than a human before taking a deep breath and leaning back against his chair. Now he understood why Taehyung kept making lame excuses whenever he asked about his nightlife.

“ - I told them it was a bad idea. But they never listen to me.

- Are they here right now?

- Yes. They put a mic on me…

- Perfect.”

He smiled slyly, ready to make his traitorous best friend regret his childish behavior, hoping to bring him back to reason with Yoongi. And even if the idea was noble, it wasn’t the right way: he had feelings, the situation had obviously escalated — we’re talking unwanted touching and threats from Min — but he had to stay coherent: he needed this job, and everything had to be out in the open. He wasn’t going to forgive easily, but with effort, contact could be resumed.

Jimin entered his revenge phase: flirting.

Throughout the meal, he made comments about how well Jungkook dressed, how good his haircut looked, and how nice his makeup was. With a soft smile, they left the café/brasserie, Jungkook even tenser than when he’d arrived, while Jimin instinctively headed toward the big black car parked right in front of the bay window, getting into the passenger seat under Yoongi’s surprised gaze.

"- We need to talk.

- But not here, at my place.”

[xwonderfuldeath]

.The Little Reading Nook.

12. Hiking.

Pairing: You x Namjoon

Warnings : Fluff, fluffy, fluff!

Please, consider supporting me on Patreon or go check my gumroad!♥

Synopsis: You have the biggest news for him, but don't know how he's gonna react.

First of all, I'm so sorry, I know that I have to come in Friday, but eh.. No polls for this week, you gonna have a You x Yoongi! Enjoy <3

And sorry, really.

The setting is idyllic. A small cabin atop the Irish mountains, all around you seems like a wonderful scene straight out of the most beautiful postcards: lush green lagoons, mist rising from hot springs, the scent of cheese and warm coffee. It gives you that little thrill you felt on your first camping trips in the Korean mountains.

Your gaze drifts over the pure nature surrounding you—a small river pleasant enough in the afternoon to dip your feet into its clear water. You’re only slightly sorry if it leads to a spring that might eventually be bottled. Complete calm surrounds your vacation; no one is around wherever you go, and even the locals don’t seem to know Namjoon—probably because of their internet troubles, or maybe simply because they don’t want to meddle in your life, which feels more respectful than the people back home: Korea.

A soft breath escapes your lips, and Namjoon lifts his curious gaze, a teasing smile indicating you’ll be hearing about this until your wedding day.

“— Is it the Irish marmots making you sigh like that?” “— What? No, their life is… really interesting!” “— Ah, then you must already know they’re aliens from another galaxy, with the bionic power to tell if you’re lying or not.” “— That’s really interesting, I didn’t know that.”

He keeps a genuinely amused smile while you eventually give up—yes, you hadn’t listened to a single word he’d been saying for nearly three hours now, even though he was genuinely fascinated by the local flora and fauna. But you couldn’t help it; your mind was stuck on what you’d been carrying for the past three months: you were pregnant. You didn’t know when or how it happened—you always took care, even if apparently not enough—and you couldn’t bring yourself to tell him.

Namjoon was terribly busy with his role as leader, his group, his passion, the magazines; you didn’t want to sink that fragile balance between you into a swamp of endless problems. It’s not that Namjoon ever said he didn’t want children, but he never really expressed a desire to have any either, which made the question complicated, especially since you hadn’t yet found stability in Korea.

Everyone on TV always talks about how foreigners quickly get money, houses, and roll in wealth. But the reality is Koreans love Koreans, and if you don’t start or take over a company, you end up like anywhere else: unemployed. It’s the sad fate of life, that no one can change. So you were struggling to find stable work, and even though you were dating one of the richest people in the world, you really wanted to finally gain your independence.

“— What’s wrong? You know you can tell me anything.” “— I don’t know... if you’ll take it well or not... I don’t want you to think I did this to ruin your life or force you into anything.” “— Okay, now you’re scaring me.”

He studies you, trying to understand what you’re about to say, while you feel tears welling up in your eyes—it’s like you’re about to announce the end of the world or that you just robbed the Bank of Korea. Maybe it’s hormonal, or maybe you’re really sad thinking this might be the last educational outing with the love of your life.

“— I’m pregnant, Namjoon.” “— … Wait, what?” “— I’m pregnant. With you, in case you have any doubts.”

His expression looks like you just pulled out a taser and pressed it against his neck.

He blinks several times before turning his head to the distance, a large snowy mountain, then looks back at you. Without further ceremony, he stands and walks into the cabin, and you feel like an idiot, sitting there on your wooden chair, trying to keep a shred of dignity and not burst into tears immediately.

You take deep breaths, trying to calm your nerves, and when the glass door opens again, you’re ready to hear him say he’s leaving you. But nothing goes as planned: he walks toward you, kneels, and shows you a burgundy velvet box. This time, it’s you who looks at him as if he just tasered himself.

“— I wasn’t planning to do it like this, or so romantically after two more educational outings, but I think doing it now is better.” “— Namjoon, I…” “— Don’t say anything else but yes. I don’t care about anything else; I’ve never felt anything more beautiful than you and me together... And I want us to have this child.” “— But what about the others...” “— Well, they’ll have to deal with it and nothing more.”

You stare at him with wide, stunned eyes, but before he can launch into another speech, you rush to kiss him. Tears of joy—not pain—stream down your cheeks as you try not to implode with happiness. And you can’t say anything but yes, repeating like an old scratched record that needs rewinding.

“— Then, let’s get married tomorrow. No, tonight.” “— Namjoon.” “— What?” “— Let’s not rush things, let’s do it right. For us, not for anyone else.” “— Okay... but know this: as long as you’re the bride, I don’t care about anything else.”

You just nod, letting him overwhelm you with his tenderness and love, closing your eyes to kiss him with all the feelings you have for him.

“— And, Mrs. Kim, it suits you absolutely perfectly.”

[xwonderfuldeath]

Intoxication - o3

Please, consider supporting me on Patreon ♥

I know, I said there would only be three… but Ta-Dah!

Stay tuned for what’s next x')

Want the audio on YouTube? Comment: Yoongi Marry Jimin!

Frustration was evident in the way Yoongi shifted from one foot to the other, his gaze fixed right in front of him, hand on his phone. A month had been swallowed by communication problems, and now he wondered if he should have talked to him sooner.

“– Still on that?”

Namjoon dropped into his chair with a terrible noise, gently setting his coffee cup on the table before looking up at the man across from him. Yoongi simply stared at him as if he had just turned into a giant glitter, licking his lips before returning to his train of thought and choosing to simply ignore him.

“– I told you you should’ve talked before this happened. But you only listen to yourself. – Because I’m the best advice I’ve ever heard. – Yeah, that’s why you ended up here.”

He rolled his eyes and simply turned his chair toward the computer, fingers tapping on the keyboard to make it clear he wasn’t listening anymore, which made Namjoon smile quietly. Namjoon fell silent and settled into his own workspace, taking long sips of his coffee before finally resuming the conversation where it had left off.

“– You know, you could admit I’m right. – Never, not before your deathbed.”

Namjoon rolled his eyes again and fully returned to his work, trying not to laugh every time Yoongi almost jumped at his phone to check if Jimin had sent him a message or a new text read while doing embarrassing things. Oh, Namjoon would remember all his life his friend’s reaction when he sent the new message and caught on to the game — he had never seen Yoongi run so fast to find a quiet place to keep some dignity. He only snapped out of his bubble when he heard Yoongi sigh like a bored child and wondered how long he’d lost his train of thought. Yoongi seemed to completely forget what he had been working on — the new music promoting their joint albums.

“– What? – Finally! I thought you’d never react. – Hyung. – Jimin sent me a message. What do I do? – Be natural.”

And if Namjoon had known, God, he wouldn’t have said a word. “Natural,” apparently, did not exist in Min Yoongi’s vocabulary, and his lifelong friend realized this when Yoongi showed up the next morning, much angrier than any other day before, casting a clearly murderous look at Namjoon who was still wondering what he’d gotten himself into.

“– What? – Jimin decided to end the exclusive partnership contract with me. – What did you do this time?! – I was natural like you told me to be! – That didn’t mean go do shady stuff to him!”

Yoongi shot him an even colder look before sulking, turning his chair away to avoid seeing him, completely ignoring Namjoon whenever he tried to speak, forcing Namjoon to resort to plan B: after all, Yoongi had always followed Jimin’s writings, so Namjoon had given him that idea without thinking for a second that he’d act immaturely, much less threaten him. So he had arranged a meeting with Taehyung to see how they could solve the problem, and judging by how he arrived, there was no doubt about Yoongi’s trouble: he had really screwed up.

“– Thanks for replying to my message. Jungkook said he wasn’t sure you’d come. – And if I’m here, it’s only to make sure your colleague never contacts Jimin again. And I swear on my own life I’ll personally sue him if it happens. – Oh man, what did Yoongi do…? – He used all his power to harass my best friend. And when I say harass, I mean: assault, and talking to him like a pimp would. He was really lucky I wasn’t there, or I would have torn him apart.”

Taehyung crossed his arms over his chest, letting Namjoon digest the information before sighing, running his hands through his hair, visibly about to commit murder. He took long sips of the soda just placed in front of him before trying to calm things down as best as possible to avoid Yoongi getting beaten up, even if he wanted to do it himself.

“– Wait, you know Yoongi as well as I do. Since you’re with Jungkook, you know how he is, right? He’s just not very good at talking to people. Communication isn’t his strong suit, but still… – Oh. So Jimin would be lying?”

Namjoon bit his lower lip, feeling small and insignificant under Taehyung’s gaze, now understanding why he wanted to become a lawyer: he’d be unstoppable in court, no one could stand against him, especially with that look. With a smooth motion, he stood up, dropped money for the drink which he finished in one go, then slammed the glass on the table.

“– Listen to me carefully, Mr. Kim, I’ll tell you the only thing I told Jungkook too: Jimin has been my best friend forever, we were in kindergarten together, and if he says Yoongi assaulted him? Then he did, period. And tell Jungkook I’ll come get my stuff in a week. – Wait, you can’t leave Jungkook… – Oh yes, I’m doing it.”

Without further ado, Taehyung left the restaurant, leaving Namjoon hanging, trying to figure out how long before Jungkook would explode over this decision, and even more how Yoongi would take it. Damn, Namjoon was naturally angry with himself — how could a simple visit to one of his employees have gotten so out of hand?! He left the restaurant too, ready to try talking to Yoongi, running into Jungkook on the way. Apparently, he had just learned that Taehyung was leaving him, with a black glare and tear-filled eyes, and Namjoon tried to stay as calm as possible, throwing him a quick side glance before simply walking away — and he couldn’t blame him. Their shared office was silent — even a cemetery would be louder — and Namjoon calmly sat down in his office chair, watching Yoongi who looked like he was about to cry, running his hands over his face again and again, before Namjoon broke the silence.

“– Hyung, what happened at Jimin’s apartment? – I screwed up, okay? He’ll never talk to me again! Or even look at me! I’m finished… – Calm down, I’m sure he… just needs time. What did you say to him? – That if he let me pick him up, I’d give him more! He took it the wrong way! It got out of hand, I pushed too far… – Hyung! What you’re saying is really serious! – I know, but… but when I realized it I stopped, I promise! I left… And he said he never wanted to see me again… Never…”

[xwonderfuldeath]

.The Little Reading Nook.

Please, consider supporting me on Patreon or go check my gumroad!♥

Hello my little sunshine! Summer vacation is getting closer, so let’s switch up the little reading nook a bit! YOU get to decide where you want to go with Namjoon for a sunny holiday!

The full audio versions of the texts will be out soon on YouTube, but tell me — do you prefer listening with or without the text? I want to make sure the audios are absolutely perfect for you all! <3

[xwonderfuldeath]

.The Little Reading Nook.

o| The little reading nook |o.

11. Your Perfect Summer Vacation!

Pairing: You x Hoseok

Warnings : Fluff, fluffy, fluff!

Please, consider supporting me on Patreon or go check my gumroad!♥

The sun is burning against your skin as you stare straight ahead at the scene unfolding before you.

You had no one to blame but yourself. After all, this situation? You’d definitely brought it on yourself — but for it to become the biggest comedy sketch of your life? That, you hadn’t seen coming.

Let’s go back to the basics of the situation so you can see things more clearly — and maybe understand the mess you’d gotten yourself into, and into which you had willingly decided to burn your fingers.

In your friend group, you were the only single one. They teased you like little kids, and while you played along, deep down it got under your skin more than you liked to admit. It wasn’t your fault if no one had really caught your attention or made you want to settle down. In fact, you actually liked your freedom quite a lot. No drama, no couple problems — just you, your apartment, and your quiet little life. Simple, efficient. That should have been enough for everyone, and yet… no. Your friends were the persistent type and never missed a single opportunity to remind you that being in a relationship was pure bliss.

— So, are you bringing someone for the holidays?

— Someone? There would need to be a “someone” first, right?

They’d laughed like a pair of turkeys, cackling at their brilliant joke, making your blood boil more than usual. And then, around a raspberry/lemon mojito, with a calm and even tone, you had replied with something you never thought you’d say in your life.

— I met someone.

Your two so-called friends had immediately gone silent and turned toward you at the same time, eyes wide like stunned goldfish. You couldn’t help but chuckle as you set your glass down, your voice dropping into a conspiratorial whisper — that tone you knew all too well.

— His name is Jung Hoseok.

— And when were you going to tell us this?

You shrugged, now blowing bubbles in your drink as you tried to spin a lie that was quickly getting out of hand. You were part of the BTS fandom, an ARMY — but your friends were more into classic, Western pop. K-pop? Very little interest. So to them, “Jung Hoseok” just sounded like a random guy from your favorite country. Poor girls… if only they knew.

— I wasn’t sure he’d be able to make it for the holidays. He’s a busy guy, you know?

— What does he do?

— He’s in music.

— Ah.

A nod of the head. You started biting your straw — a classic lying tell — even though technically, you weren’t lying: he was in music. But you hadn’t really thought he’d show up. After all, who in their right mind would expect their favorite idol to answer a dumb message like: “I lied to my best friends and I don’t want to tell them — are you free from July 12th to 24th to come spend a beach holiday?” That’d be insane. There was almost zero chance.

You’d quickly regretted sending that message, written in English since you didn’t even know how to say hello in Korean. You screamed into your pillow in frustration. All that was left was to find a believable excuse to say your “boyfriend” couldn’t come.

At least, that’s what you thought.

Yet, two weeks later — without following up (you had other things to do, and surely he did too) — you got a message from him. Your heart was pounding as you looked at the Weverse notification, trembling fingers clicking it open. You almost fainted when you read it:

"Why not? Where are we going?"

Your eyes read it over and over again. You typed a reply, erased it, typed again. You weren’t sure if it was a joke, or if maybe you had messaged the wrong person — mistakes happen fast, and you really didn’t want some random guy showing up and calling you cute nicknames.

Still, just in case… you sent the details: the Canary Islands, a small hotel that fit your budget (and your friends’), with all the dates. You laughed at how absurd it was, rolled your eyes, and shut your laptop.

There was no way he’d actually come.

And yet.

Here you were, on D-day. Jung Hoseok — the Jung Hoseok — was here. Blue tropical shirt with purple palm trees, black shorts, expensive shoes that screamed “vacation chic,” and a smile that lit up the beach as soon as he saw you. He had really come. And you didn’t know if you wanted to cry or laugh hysterically.

But to avoid looking completely ridiculous in front of your friends, you moved first.

— Babe! You managed to make it!

— For you, always.

He wrapped his arms around your waist while your girlfriends, now reassured, greeted him in English. And something crept into your mind: Why is he playing along? You hadn’t told him you'd lied about the fake relationship — but maybe he had just guessed. He wasn’t stupid. He probably got hundreds of messages like yours every day.

You scrunched your nose, suddenly unsure if you really wanted to keep lying. What would he think of you?

— Shall we go?

— Of course!

He naturally grabbed your bag like a perfect gentleman. You took his hand and led him to the small hotel you’d booked. Modest, affordable — three lovely rooms. And without hesitation, Hoseok entered your room to drop off your bags.

You watched him.

Now that you were alone, your shoulders finally relaxed. You quietly began apologizing, biting your lip and fidgeting with your fingers.

— I know you’re busy… and this was stupid. You don’t have to keep pretending. I understand if you don’t want to go through with all of this.

— Your friends still don’t know you lied?

— No.

— Then let’s play along. Just say “stop” if I go too far, okay?

You nodded, eyes drifting to the big double bed. Hoseok laughed softly and waved his hands in the most adorable way to reassure you.

— I’m not planning to sleep with you. I’ll take the couch.

— What? No! You’re here because of me — I’ll take the couch, or even the floor if I have to!

Before he could answer, you threw yourself onto the couch — surprisingly comfy — and cleared your throat awkwardly, not knowing what else to say. You let the evening pass, then the first few days. And honestly? Hoseok was a gem, perched on a twelve-layer cake filled with soft, sweet cream.

A real angel: he paid for your drinks, gave you his jacket when you were cold, thought of every little thing you might forget.

Basically, he acted like the perfect boyfriend — and it tugged at your heart.

Because you weren’t actually dating him. And falling for him? That would be selfish. You almost forgot the massive gap between your worlds: he was a K-pop idol. You had a basic job and slightly toxic friends. There was no real future in this — this thing that would end in just a few days.

Your two vulture friends seemed to catch on, too. One day, while Hoseok was off buying ice cream for everyone, they cornered you.

— Hey, I did some digging on your boyfriend. Jung Hoseok? How did you do it?

— Do what?

— Get him to come! He’s an idol! Seriously?

— And also, you could’ve just told us you were still single. We wouldn’t have made fun of you.

You bit your lip, leaning back in your chair. Sorry — completely toxic. Why were you still hanging out with them? No clue. Maybe to avoid being alone in your lonely loneliness. But now you just felt stupid for putting up with them.

Before you could respond, a small cup of ice cream appeared in front of you — and when you looked up, eyes wet from stress, Hoseok did something you never thought he would: he kissed you.

Everyone froze, you first. But you didn’t hesitate to kiss him back, pulling away only when he sat down beside you — under the glaring eyes of your (probably ex-) best friends.

But you didn’t care. You let the rest of the vacation pass like a dream — until, sadly, it had to end. You took him to the airport, and he looked at you over his sunglasses.

— We should do this again.

— Do what?

— Vacation. Together. Without those two girls.

— Ah! Yes, yes, if you want to.

You felt a little let down that he didn’t say “kissing,” but you didn’t want to push your luck. Clearing your throat, you said a timid goodbye and thanked him sincerely for coming.

But he pulled you close again, giving you one last kiss with a mischievous smile.

— That too. We should do that again. Let me know when your next holiday is — we’ll spend it together.

And as he boarded the plane, you knew he wasn’t lying.

It was a promise.

[xwonderfuldeath]

. Shadow Behind Closed Door .

✨ Pairing : No pairing

🏷 AU : Dark Writting

🔥 Style : NSFW / SA

📖 Synopsis : You only want to grab your laptop, but something get wrong..

🚨 Trigger Warnings : NSFW / SA / Violence / Depsication of agression.

Stay safe, if you are trigger don't go there.

This OS totally free, but you can help me really much by following me <3

Find this right there -> ✨ or all without paid by month -> 🔥

[xwonderfuldeath]

Intoxication - o2

Please, consider supporting me on Patreon ♥

This man wanted to drive him crazy. He couldn’t think of anything else—Min Yoongi wanted to make him lose his mind. On top of asking for several very… heated moments, he had made increasingly particular requests. And even though it had only been three months since Jimin started writing for him, Mr. Min was always asking for more: more erotica, more sensual movements, more sensation. It was like he literally wanted to enter the story, to feel it on his skin and become one with the words.

It was complicated. Jimin was talented, sure, but like everyone else, he had limits to his imagination. And he wasn’t entirely sure he wanted to get dragged into the ambiguous game Yoongi kept pushing at him. If it had just been limited to writing, he wouldn’t have anything to complain about. But now Mr. Min had a new obsession: erotic reading. Now he had to record himself reading the very passages he had written, with the proper intonations, to make everything feel completely immersive.

Too much. That’s all Jimin could think as he stared at Yoongi’s latest email replying to his last recording:

You could try harder. Read it better, and I’ll give you more.

More money? He felt sick at the idea of being treated like that by this man—as if he were just a whore to be used at will. But when you sign a contract like this one, he guessed you had to expect those kinds of comments. A long, weary sigh escaped him as he fell back onto his bed, his phone buzzing with a new notification he didn’t rush to check—but did anyway. He didn’t want to be bombarded with messages. Mr. Min clearly had a problem with patience.

Asshole – 9:10 PM

You still haven’t shut down your blog. You want legal trouble? Redo the text.

Jimin rolled his eyes before stretching to grab his laptop left at the edge of the bed, opening his writing app and re-reading what he had written: Two bodies tangled in a dirty mix of various fluids, making him scrunch his nose. He’d started watching adult films just to make sure he still had that spark—still had an idea of what might turn on his new boss—as he opened his recording app. Maybe he’d have to put himself into the story if he wanted to please him.

He pouted, then gently ran a hand over his chest, finding the whole situation ridiculous. A soft laugh slipped out as he cleared his throat, not caring whether or not Yoongi could hear him. Slowly, he slid his hand over his pants, trying to harden himself, using his suavest tone to start the reading.

“He’s hot against his skin, and he can already feel the lips discovering an almost unreachable paradise. The first groans leave his mouth as the wet lips begin to stir something unthinkable in him: a raw desire to dominate, to sink deeper into that throat that welcomed him willingly.”

A moan slipped from Jimin’s lips, just as surprised as the character in his story, shocked at how aroused he was by this little exchange. But he didn’t stop reading—his hand moving over his pulsing tension, making him more and more incoherent and lost in the narration. He came without needing more, right at the end of the paragraph—only to realize, ashamed, that he’d touched himself and liked it.

The worst part? When he hurried to delete the paragraph so he could rewrite it without that awkward moment… he hit send. And he sat there for two whole minutes, staring at the message. Yoongi had seen it the moment it was sent. And since then, no reply.

Jimin wanted to become a puddle on his bed. Disappear. Never come back. He wished aliens would break into his apartment and kidnap him.

But, to his great misfortune, none of that happened.

“— Can you stop laughing, please? — No. Sorry, but I seriously need to hear that one more time: What did you do?! — It’s not funny, Taehyung! It’s been a week! He hasn’t replied for a whole week! — Maybe he just needs time to recover, don’t you think?”

Taehyung was laughing so hard he had to settle back into the couch, wiping tears from his eyes as he took a big gulp of his cold soda. The summer heat had them melting like popsicles, and yet Jimin wished he could become a glass of water, a puddle—just disappear. Become a cloud.

And Taehyung didn’t seem ready to let it go.

“— Do you think I should try the same thing with Jungkook? — Do whatever you want, as long as I don’t hear about it, alright?”

Jimin wrinkled his nose in disgust before taking a long sip of his flat soda and letting himself slide into the couch with despair, wondering why Mr. Min still hadn’t said a word. He hadn’t even sent his weekly request. Jimin was starting to panic—after all, he’d been doing way better financially since he started this than in all the previous years combined. He really hoped Yoongi wasn’t considering dropping him.

Taehyung looked at him the way one might look at a sad little animal, then simply unlocked his phone and showed him the webpage he had opened.

“— Why don’t you just delete your blog? — I don’t know. If I do, doesn’t that mean I’m giving up on my dream? — Just do it. You can rebuild an even better one later if he ditches you. But at least then you’ll have taken a step forward.”

Jimin sighed at the blunt truth of his life, eventually letting the evening pass, forgetting about Yoongi and the voice recording—for a while. Later that night, alone in his tiny studio, he was spinning in circles like a goldfish.

He ended up sighing, opening his laptop, and deleting everything. He’d start from scratch. Taehyung was right.

With shaking hands, he typed out the message letting Yoongi know he’d finally done everything he asked—just so he wouldn’t feel neglected.

And with no hesitation, his boss replied:

I want more.

[xwonderfuldeath]

Don't forget to vote <3

.The Little Reading Nook.

Hello my little sunshine! 🌞

Here we go again — time to start the vote for next Friday’s post! I hope you enjoyed the Namkook one! 💜

This time, it’s Hoseok's turn to shine on the podium! 🌈💃 Vote as much as you like! And don’t be shy — feel free to comment if your favorite isn’t on the list! 💌

Want more? Find everything you need (or maybe what you couldn’t find anywhere else) right here ➡️ 💜 Supporting my work means supporting a dream.

This Thursday: a really hot YoonMin you won’t find anywhere else! 🔥 Don’t miss it — it’s going to be intense! 👀

Thank you for helping an artist do what she loves. 💖

Coming soon: exclusive content just for you! My new fanfiction will be posted for free on Patreon — so go check it out! 📝💜

[xwonderfuldeath]

.The Little Reading Nook.

Hello my little sunshine! 🌞

Here we go again — time to start the vote for next Friday’s post! I hope you enjoyed the Namkook one! 💜

This time, it’s Hoseok's turn to shine on the podium! 🌈💃 Vote as much as you like! And don’t be shy — feel free to comment if your favorite isn’t on the list! 💌

Want more? Find everything you need (or maybe what you couldn’t find anywhere else) right here ➡️ 💜 Supporting my work means supporting a dream.

This Thursday: a really hot YoonMin you won’t find anywhere else! 🔥 Don’t miss it — it’s going to be intense! 👀

Thank you for helping an artist do what she loves. 💖

Coming soon: exclusive content just for you! My new fanfiction will be posted for free on Patreon — so go check it out! 📝💜

[xwonderfuldeath]

o| The little reading nook |o.

11. Intoxication

Pairing: YoonMin

Warnings : Strange, Dark, Obsession.

Please, consider supporting me on Patreon ♥

— How much?

Jimin looks at him. Sizes him up. He wasn’t just a piece of meat to be sold to the highest bidder, but something in Yoongi’s posture screamed that refusal wasn’t an option.

His heart was pounding in his chest—or maybe not at all. He could’ve been dead; it would feel the same. How did he end up here? Hips pinned between the kitchen counter and this man he’d barely just met, who somehow already seemed to know him better than anyone else?

Park Jimin was a broke writer, dreaming of living off his words since forever, but he just couldn’t get things off the ground. So he scraped by doing odd jobs—whatever paid the rent: from waiter to call center agent, front desk clerk to store janitor. Anything to survive. He kept telling himself one day something would click, and he’d finally escape this life. Like he promised his grandmother on her deathbed.

But reality hits hard.

Becoming a successful author doesn’t come with time or talent. More than once, he’d thought of giving it all up. But for what, exactly? He didn’t have many dreams—hell, just the one—and it already took everything out of him. It was borderline pathetic.

And then one night, tossing and turning in bed, his phone buzzed.

He reached for it lazily, praying it wasn’t his best friend, Kim Taehyung, sending yet another photo of his perfect relationship with his perfect boyfriend.

Not that he hated them—it was just frustrating. Taehyung knew full well Jimin’s last attempt at love had exploded before it even began: he’d fallen for a player, a guy who liked collecting lovers like trading cards—probably afraid of boredom.

Anyway. Jimin blinked at the screen. A notification. A comment. On one of his books.

Finally.

He shot up, almost fainting from the movement, and tapped the alert with shaky fingers, desperate to see what someone had said.

I want you to write only for me.

Blunt. Weird.

Jimin frowned, tapping the screen again to keep it from going dark, then chuckled quietly. His first comment came from a lunatic. Great.

So he did what any normal person would: Ignored it. Closed the app and pretended it never happened.

Big mistake.

That one message? The start of his own grave.

Because apparently, you don’t say no to Min Yoongi, CEO of K-Pop Universal Company—whose earnings this year alone hit nearly two trillion won. In short: someone who didn’t need money.

And when Min Yoongi wants something, he makes it happen. Whether you like it or not.

He tracked him, followed him, studied him, caged him—bit by bit—until this strange, unreal moment: He showed up at Jimin’s place. To offer him the weirdest deal of his life.

Write only for him. In exchange for a ridiculously generous salary.

Too good to be true, obviously. Behind easy money? Always a catch.

Jimin wets his lips, unsure if Yoongi had actually spoken aloud or if he was just losing his mind, trapped between a kitchen counter and a body that wasn’t particularly tall or built—but dangerously captivating.

Yoongi’s hands are flat against the countertop. And Jimin? He wants to wipe that smug smirk off his face.

-Sorry? -How much do you charge. -For what? -To write only for me.

He’s looking at him like an object. A pet you can keep happy with treats and toys. Jimin’s whole body tenses.

He was not some high-class escort you could buy and toss aside like a broken toy. He had feelings, damn it.

-I’m not for sale, Mr. Min. -Everything’s for sale, Mr. Park. Even you. -You’re wrong. -I can pay for everything you need—your brother’s hospital bills, a better apartment. You won’t have to hustle anymore. Just live off your writing.

The offer is tempting. His brother’s surgery is expensive. The rest? That’s just luxury.

He actually likes his little studio apartment. He doesn’t need more.

Jimin hesitates. Then speaks, his voice uncertain, lips catching on his teeth:

-25,000. -25,000? -And full coverage of my brother’s surgery. Plus help to save his restaurant.

Yoongi looks surprised. Clearly expected something else.

Jimin crosses his arms, more confident now, those cat-like eyes locked on the other man’s, then gestures toward the front door.

-Or you can walk out now, and we forget this ever happened.” -…No. That works. 25,000. Put it in writing and I’ll send you the official contract. You write only for me, and me alone. Shut down your blog, your store. I want one book a month, even if it’s just ten chapters. And one last thing.

-…What?

-Erotica. I want to read and feel hot just from your words.

Jimin’s cheeks catch fire. He stutters. Nods. No words come.

He grabs a post-it from the counter as Yoongi is already scribbling out his first check. They do a quick exchange—formal, absurd—before the door closes behind him with a soft click.

And with it, a breath Jimin didn’t even know he was holding.

The scent of nicotine and some unattainable high-end French cologne still lingers in the air.

He looks down at the check in his hand.

Did he just sell his soul to the devil?

-Is this even legal? -No. I’m calling the cops. -Why? A rich guy came to your house and gave you a $50,000 check. You serious?

Taehyung stares at him like he’s a clueless puppy. Raises a brow. His eyes fall to the contract typed out by hand—only Yoongi’s signature at the bottom.

Even if he’s still in law school, Taehyung’s verdict is clear: the contract is perfectly legal.

If Jimin signs it, he either gets the big checks… Or he can sue Universal Company later.

He places the papers down gently. Jimin waits, hoping he’ll spot some flaw.

-You should sign it. -You’re supposed to be on my side! Jimin scowls. -You took the check, didn’t you? And it’d solve all your problems.

He hates that Taehyung is right.

He scrunches his nose, then grabs the papers again, reading each line. It’d be insane to turn down this kind of deal: easy-ish money for a few pages.

He exhales. Lets his head fall onto the cold café table where they’re sitting.

-Why is it always me ending up in this kind of crap? -You’re lucky. It took me two years to get into his company.

Jungkook’s tray hits the table as he sits down. Jimin frowns.

Jeon Jungkook, the top solo K-Pop singer, sitting here instead of at his press conference—with the same smug grin Yoongi had in his kitchen last week.

Jimin bites his lip.

He doesn’t exactly hate Jungkook. Actually likes him.

But when he was planning to vent about said idol’s boss, he didn’t expect Taehyung to invite him to the table.

Backstabbing traitor.

-Relax. I’m not about to tattle to my boss. Last thing I want is you getting into more shit. -Great. That’s super comforting. -Jimin. Don’t be like that…

Jimin throws Taehyung the most betrayed look he can manage. Then grabs a pen.

And signs.

After all, he’d put himself in this mess by assuming Min Yoongi would say no.

Who the hell has $25,000 lying around for some spicy fiction?

Well, rich people like him, clearly.

He hands the contract to Jungkook to deliver in person, then leaves. No energy to argue. No bandwidth to hear Jungkook make fun of him.

And when he gets home— Three emails are already waiting in his inbox.

One about the new project. One asking if he’s signed. One telling him he still hasn’t shut down his blog.

What the hell had he just gotten himself into?

----------

Did you like that? Well, guess what— Since the demand for YoonMin is getting hotter than ever, I’ve decided to turn this into a three-shot!

This Friday, and the next two Wednesdays, get ready for the heat! 🔥

If you enjoyed, become a little sunshine 🌞 Subscribe, leave a like, drop a comment! <3

[xwonderfuldeath]

Come back home!

✨ Pairing : Taehyung x Jungkook

🏷 AU : Return from Military Duty 🔥 Style : Slice of Life

📖 Synopsis : Finally, Jungkook and Taehyung have been discharged. But something seems wrong...

🚨 Trigger Warnings : Extra mega fluffy! And a little jealousy problem!

Find this right there -> ✨

[xwonderfuldeath]

o| Misunderstanding : Epilogue |o.

Warnings : This contain some toxic behaviors depiction.

Please, consider supporting me on Patreon ♥

The silence in the room echoes louder than a gunshot as Elyzabeth points her gun at the man she had always hated. Just thinking about how he managed to fool them all makes her furious, and she slams her foot violently into Heisukei’s stomach as he curls up on the cold floor.

The once-great city lawyer had clearly seen better days. Everyone had shown up to get their own piece of payback, and more than once, Heisukei had wished he were actually dead instead of still breathing. Elyzabeth leans down, grabbing his face to stare him straight in the eyes. Even though her cold eyes still glimmer with amusement, a sweet smile dances on her lips as she gently caresses his cheek—then smashes the butt of her weapon into his face, knocking him back in one fluid motion. Blood spills from his mouth onto the tiles as he rolls to face her.

“- So obsessed you came alone? Just like the good old days? - Difference is, this time you’re the one crawling. - It was good, though.”

A bitter laugh slips from Elyzabeth as she begins to pace like a snake, circling her prey on the ground. Her heels click sharply as she points the gun at him, then lowers it again—an unspoken threat hanging in the air. Yet Heisukei grins, clearly convinced she won’t pull the trigger. That makes her laugh. If only he knew what she was really capable of, he’d lose that smug look fast.

“- You know, a lot of people wanted you dead… But unlike them, I have a real reason. A strong one. - Oh no, silenced by the most beautiful creature this world ever made… where do I sign? - Stop thinking you’re still winning, Heisukei. - We both know you don’t have it in you to kill me. It’s not who you are. - You know nothing about who I am.”

She stares him down before slamming his head against the ground. He curses, and her men behind her grab him, dragging his broken body across the dusty floor toward the water. The Han River is calm in the soft morning light. Elyzabeth’s lips curl into a smile as she chains him up, the chain running deep into the riverbed. That’s when Heisukei realizes what’s about to happen.

“- Wait, wait—let’s talk! We don’t have to do this! We got along, right? Lizzy? - Have a nice trip, Heisukei.”

She shoves him. His scream echoes through the city, but no one hears. It’s way too early for anyone to be awake. She turns as the sound of the chain pulling him under echoes behind her. He’ll be carried away by the current, far from everything. And her? She’ll collect her little fortune. After all, she was his last known partner—he owed her that much.

Happily, lighter than she’s ever felt, she climbs into her pink jeep. She watches the water ripple, biting her lower lip. She’ll come back to picnic here sometimes, for old time’s sake, before heading off to work. For now, it’s over. They could finally breathe.

–x–

Children’s laughter echoes as the warm breeze sweeps across the island. Elyzabeth has to hold Avabelle in place—her daughter visibly hyperactive, eager to join the others in the sea—while she tries to apply sunscreen, determined not to end up in the ER again like last time.

“- C’mon, Mom! Kiyeon’s already in the water! - Yeah, and he already has sunscreen on.- “But he’s gonna get the best waves! - If you let me finish, you’d be there already.”

The kid pouts, but eventually gives in. As soon as Elyzabeth’s done, the little hurricane bolts for the ocean, where Namjoon and Seokjin are already splashing around with the rest of the crew.

It’s been three years since Heisukei and his gang were taken down, and everything’s changed since then: Taehyung and Jungkook actually got married. Yoongi and Jimin adopted adorable twin girls. She and Hoseok finally got close—really close.

They all left the capital behind for a paradise island known for its eternal summer and insane festivals. Tomorrow would be the most famous one of all—the Lantern Festival.

Elyzabeth flops down next to Choi-My, who’s focused on her laptop. She hands her a spiked juice, which Choi-My takes gratefully. Her gaze lands on the sweetest scene: four kids trying to drown Namjoon while the others laugh uncontrollably.

And finally… they can live in peace.

The End.

[xwonderfuldeath]

Hello my little sunshines!

I know Patreon isn’t for everyone, and I might be a bit pricey sometimes... So I made something easier for you: my Gumroad shop! 🎉 No subscriptions, just grab the stories you want, when you want! Come say hi and check it out — link right there -> ✨💫

It helps me follow my dream and live my passion, thanks so much to everyone who supports!

Don’t worry, as always, my fanfiction and Friday one-shots stay free!

Let me keep dreaming <3