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Bang Chan (Closed Temporarily)
Race: Wolf Shifter
Searching for someone who will understand him
He just wants to feel like he belongs
A tender and gentle heart, but has a tendency to go a little crazy on full moons
An alpha looking for his mate
Kim Woojin
Race: Ice Elemental
Has the biggest temperature kink
Loves to make you cold so your nipples harden
But also so he can cuddle you and warm you up
Still learning to control his powers so he’s sorry he froze the flowers he bought you
Lee Minho
Race: Witch
A lone witch abandoned
Practices dark magic and has a tendency to summon demons to do his bidding
Makes potions for fun and feeds them to unsuspecting victims
A versatile switch that needs a firm hand and lots of patience to get him to open up
Seo Changbin (Closed Temporarily)
Race: Vampire
Pure blooded
Wants nothing more than a walking blood bag
In return, will pleasure you however you want
Doesn’t like labels and will take whichever role he’s in the mood for
Hwang Hyunjin
Race: Fae
A flower prince
Will shower you with love and affection
But don’t make him mad, Faes can be very dangerous when mad
...unless that’s what you want
Han Jisung
Race: Demon
Summoned by Minho but ran away
He’ll do what he wants, when he wants. Don’t force him
A sub switch willing to give you pleasure
Lee Felix (Closed Temporarily)
Race: Vampire
A vampire prince
You’re nothing but his sex slave
Your purpose is to be food and pleasure him whenever he wants
Do a good job and he shower you with praises and affection
Kim Seungmin
Race: Wolf Shifter
A fucking puppy
Willing and eager to please
Back rides to school? He’s got you
Sex in the forest, he can’t wait
Just remember to treat him kindly, or he’ll run away.
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On the night of 15th April 2014, Kim Namjoon stood on Incheon Port, saying his goodbyes to his younger sister.
Kim Kyung Mi, was, an old soul, despite the fact she was younger than him, she was, by far the wisest.
Not because she was more experienced or smarter than Namjoon, oh no definitely not that, but because she always looked into both perspectives of situations she was faced with, not that Namjoon wasn't like that either, no, he and Kyung Mi were very similar in those things, but it was the fact that Kyung Mi, never let her emotions override her judgment, never.
While Namjoon would have his moments when he got frustrated and blew up.
Kyung Mi always reassured him that it was normal to lose his cool sometimes and (" No Namjoon Oppa it's fine, you were upset, it was a misunderstanding caused by lack of communication about feelings" ) he wasn't expected to be always patient. (" Then how do you keep your cool, Mimi Ah?" to which she replied " Unhealthy amount of Coffee Oppa, it helps .")
While he hugged her,(the one he didn't know would be the last he gave her ) reminding her to keep herself hydrated and call him every evening.
It was her first trip away from home. He was worried about how things could go wrong.
( " What if she falls down the stairs, Hyung! " ) His friends reassured him that everything will be fine and she'd be back in three weeks before he knew it.
( Oh how wrong they were, because she never came back )
So there he was hugging the life out of her.
" Um, Oppa? The ships leaving soon. I need to go now " he still refused to let go.
"Oppa ? " he let go,
~she'd be back before you know it ~ he tried to convince himself.
'' Fine, have a safe journey, call me when you're settled in your cabin, and when you've reached ok? I need updates " he told her.
" Of course, Oppa! Now I need to go! ". "Take care Mimi ah . " he told her with a slight smile, she looked at him with visible excitement in her eyes
" You too Oppa! Bye! I love you ! " he fondly shook his head at her
" Love You Too, Mimi ah, " ( that was the last time he shook his head at her ) .
IT WAS TEN in the morning when Namjoon woke up to the news.
Well , he was woken up to be exact. Jin and Jimin had burst into his room screaming and shaking him , telling him to wake up .
The Sweol Ferry had tilted and eventually, sunk .
He could barely even process it .
When it hit him . Kyung Mi was on the Ferry .
That's when he panicked. Hoseok was quick to switch on the small TV they had in the dorm .
The news showed the Sweol Ferry had sunk so much, that only it's tip was visible . His stomach dropped .
While the news also showed helicopters and rescue boats , he still wasn't reassured. His sister was possibly still on it .
The news didn't say anything about the survivors .
He feared his sister was one of the lost.
He could barely hear his members, his friends , trying to reassure him, telling him that Kyung Mi was strong , that she'd be alright .
He felt like he was in a dream .
A nightmare .
His sister would always tell him that he went into shock very quickly .
~She was right , Kyung Mi was always right.~
He shook his head .
~No . Don't think like that ! Kyung Mi is always right . She's not gone ! ~
He Wasn't Exactly Wrong.
But , At The Same Time ,
He Was.
SEOKJIN WOULD BE LYING if he said he wasn't stressed. He was. Why you may ask?
Well, wouldn't you be stressed if one of your friends tried to run to the port, and possibly try to launch themselves in the sea, because their sister was MIA.
So, Seokjin had all the reasons to be stressed.
At times like these, he wished to drink the sweet, yet not too sweet tea Kyung Mi used to make him.
Alas, unfortunately, he did not know it's recipe as Kyung Mi had always kept it a secret.
Kyung Mi was another reason for his stressed state. Because as mentioned earlier, she was MIA. Missing. In. Action.
And said friend had now locked himself up in his room.
Seokjin knew he was crying because that's how Namjoon dealt with things, by spending some time alone and letting it all out.
However, that did nothing to calm his ever-growing anxiety.
Kyung Mi's ferry has sunk. And there was no news whatsoever about her, whether it be her survival ....or ...you know.
But Seokjin was a stubborn man, and he refused to believe that the very girl, who he Skyped last night was gone.
She couldn't be gone. She can't be. It's not possible.
Well, that's what he tried to convince himself.
But deep down he knew, they all knew, that there was a possibility, a very big chance of her not making it.
The authorities were yet to give them any news about it except the fact that a lot of cargo had been damaged.
He didn't care about the cargo.
He just wanted her back.
Too bad we don't always get what we want.
KYUNG MI WAS PANICKING.
It was 8:00 am, and she was supposed to be having breakfast right now, but instead, she was in her cabin panicking.
Like said before, she should have been eating breakfast, but fate had other plans, and there was an announcement over the P.A system, telling the passengers to stay in their cabins, because there was a crash-mash of some cargo, and the ship was slowly filling up with water.
So in simple words, the ship was sinking, and Kyung Mi had only wanted to have some Coffee.
Was it too much to ask for?
So there she was.
In her cabin with 2 other girls of her class who were crying. She sympathized with them, she did, but she couldn't function without coffee.
So she resorted to using the extra tetra packet of Coffee she had. It wasn't ideal, but, it is what it is.
Now that she was back in her senses, she realized the severity of the situation: She was in a ship that was sinking.
That's when she panicked even more.
Because we love a panicked queen right? So she tried calling her brother, who didn't wake up, she knew it was early, but, can't he pick up when it's important and when she genuinely needs help?
So she resorted to voice mailing him, and all of his friends, and of course her sister and parents and her girl best friend.
" Minni Unnie, the ship's tilting,I'm in my cabin I'm safe, right now, I'm scared Unnie, I love, you know thatright, Unnie, If I don't come back, please take care of Appa and Eomma and Oppaand yourself for me? Remind Oppa to rest okay?"
" Eomma, Appa, I don't know when this will reach you, but I hope you know I love you and I can't thank you enough for raising me, Namjoon Oppa and Minni Unnie, Mom, I'm scared, I don't want to die Mama."
The worst part was, she never got to say goodbye to Namjoon and her best friend.
KIM KYUNG MI WAS DEAD.
The coast guards had declared so, she had gone down with the ferry.
Her body was nowhere to be found.
Nor were they searching for her, why would they, even if Kyung Mi had survived, and somehow escaped, she would have frozen to death because of the frigid temperature.
The ferry might have sunk on the 15th but her funeral was held on the 21st, not only because her death was confirmed late, but also cause everyone needed time to process it.
Not that you can blame them.
Imagine waking up one day to find out that your best friend your daughter your sister, your person, your rock to reality is gone. Imagine waking up to find out that they will never smile at you again, never laugh at you again.
Imagine waking up to find out that you're now alone, in this big world.
It's painful.
And complex
Because they're gone, but then what's that on the tabletop?
A picture, in which they're fine, alive, and breathing.
A human can feel about 34000 different emotions,
Namjoon thought at the moment, he was probably feeling sorrow and nostalgia.
Namjoon and Kyung Mi had always been different yet similar at the same time
A line I probably repeated in the past.
However, I'm not sure if I mentioned that they were uncannily similar at the same time.
Their mother always boasted that she never had to break up any fights between them as they agreed with each other, on almost everything, however with different reasons.
Namjoon did not like to eat seafood because as he said (" they're my friends ! I can't eat them ! ") and (" they have lives too ! " ).
While Kyung Mi did not like to eat seafood because, as she put it, ("It's too much work for just food ! Why do I have to remove the bones and everything ! ).
I know you must be wondering, how did seafood come to the equation?
Simple I don't know either,
But anyways,
They both agreed that nobody was truly gone until every trace of their existence had disappeared.
And so to prevent that from happening, Namjoon did that one thing he did best.
He went into her bedroom and just stared at the side table.
It was pastel blue.
It also had a lot of papers on it.
A lot of.
Which were actually his lyrics.
But papers anyway.
And so even though there was a good study table right across him,
Namjoon wrote Spring Day, hunched over her side table.
( And while he wrote it, he could feel Kyung Mi saying "Oppa there is a table right across from you, this why you should drink Coffee. Your common sense has stopped working." )
Kyung Mi was dead. It's quite clear. She had been dead for a while now. 3 years. Bangtan Seyondan was well thriving with their ever-growing fan base, BLACKPINK had debuted, and had been a hit. It was a pity that Kyung Mi wasn't there to witness it.
Well, Jung Mi was alive.
She'd do just fine in her place.
Don't worry Kim Kyung Mi . Your Oppa will be just fine in my hands.
Kim Jung Mi was alive.
After all, Kyung Mi would never leave her brother all alone. How could she?
How could she when she loved him so much?
Easy. While Kyung Mi wouldn't be there for him, Jung Mi would easily replace her. After all, it's not hard to replace a dead person.
I do not write smut. Because I'm literally unable to. I can recommend you some smut fics you might like if you want!
I do NOT allow/respect / agree/ condone with any Yandere stuff I might write in the future.
IT'S ALL FOR FICTION.
GROUPS/SOLOISTS I WRITE FOR :
IU (SOLOIST)
BTS (GROUP)
BLACKPINK (GROUP)
MAMAMOO (GROUP)
(anybody you might request, I'm new to Kpop, I'm still learning.)
Rules :
You must be patient. I'm a lost cause. I forget easily. I may have seen your ask, but forgotten about it. Don't worry, I remember everything by the end of the day.
Just tell me the Group Member/ soloist and the type you want (like fluff or angst).
My Fortes
ANGST- I do this theme well, I don't know why I do.
Jealousy Au ! - I like it, I do it.
Brother / Sister / Platonic au ! - Once again, I like it, I do it.
High school au! - I do it well. I just do.
Best friend au! - I'm dating my best friend, what did you expect.
┊͙ ˘͈ᵕ˘͈ ʀᴏᴏᴍ 𝟷𝟹𝟺𝟹𝟺𝟶 ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ | fanclub au ot7 [oneshot]
Summary: Classroom 134340. A classroom that was long abandoned until seven students set up a special after school club. The y/n fanclub. What started out as a creepy idolization of the charming female student turns dangerous when they decide to bring in the subject of their obsession.
Admin note: I’ve seen a lot of y/n fanclub stories but I haven’t seen a dark one yet or one where y/n finds out about the fan club. If this story gets 75 notes, I’ll post the author notes with additional information about the characters and plot, author notes here! if this story gets 150 notes, it will unlock texts of the members’ group chat found by y/n. Chatlogs
Warnings: A bunch of guys obsessed with y/n, murder planning, kidnapping, drugged member, reader gets injected once
The last year of high school. The time where students rush to get their love confession in before the harsh reality of being seperated from the one who got away settled in, the time where the slacking students suckered up to their teachers to get in the last few good grades, the time where the smart students bask in their future career after leaving this shithole, and it was the time of bidding farewell to the last crucial years of your teenage life before you settle into the big bad world. But admist the turmoil of all the unfinished business and the range of emotions from anxiety to sadness, there was one particular room that seemed to let all of it pass by, like the wind. The room where the members didn't allow themselves to be distracted by the pretty much minor things in life. An after-school club that wouldn't really stand out amongst the stuck up bitches, the trust fund babies and the geeks, goths and everything in between.
The remaining school days revealed time's final authoritative iron fist - it stopped for no one, and Namjoon knew that if he and the others wanted you, he had to act now, or risk losing you forever. Whereas your smile used to be as warm as the sunset, Namjoon realized that in the last few months of this school year, your smile wasn't as calming and warm as it used to be for him, but it had turned into the eclipse. The last eclipse, collapsing until nothing but darkness would be left behind.
We have the cunning leader — Kim Namjoon. A man who effortlessly directs the boys like a maestro conducting the orchestra. This young man is the starting point of every plan or project involving y/n, and nothing gets executed until he gives his final ok. When the group gets too rowdy (which happens often, it's all because of you), he’s the one to calm them down. His top priority is y/n’s overall well being.
Despite Namjoon's excellent leadership skills, he isn't able to do everything on his own — by his side is Kim Seokjin. The handsome Class president of Y/N’s class, because of his privileged position, he is able to inform the others of things that happened in class, or moments where y/n goes home sick. In the club, he takes care of the administrative tasks such as finances, in his role as class president, he is in charge of making sure that y/n’s attendance sheet is impeccable and marks up her grades.
Technology can be a pain in the ass. The printer acting up just when you need it? Say no more — Min Yoongi, the whizz kid from computer class, has the ability to fix up any technical issues. But of course, he wouldn't be accepted into the club if his only talent was fixing dusty computers. A valuable member to the fan club, he gained access to y/n's social media accounts on day 1, her phone on day 2, and he successfully installed hidden cameras throughout her home. His last contribution to the club was installing a tracking GPS system on y/n's car and phone.
The ace of the club — the group’s ray of sunlight Jung Hoseok, the ‘best friend’ of y/n aka the spy of the group relaying information to all the other members in the club. Secrets are really never a secret with Hoseok as he feels obligated to share it with the rest, despite y/n trusting him to not tell anyone, but of course, this information stays in the club. Hoseok saw y/n first and befriended her before the other members discovered her, so it is only natural that he’s the person staying close to y/n for their sake. His parents own the local flower shop.
With his friendly smile and puppy eyes you almost wouldn’t believe he was part of this dubious club — Park Jimin, the ‘freelancer’ always getting involved in dodgy jobs and meeting with shady people. He volunteers at the local animal shelter along with y/n, who sees him as 'that friendly kid' but doesn't pay him that much of attention, of course he sends adorable photos of their y/n playing with the stray dogs to the club's group chat.
Running a club like this ain’t cheap. Expensive security cameras, private investigators, supplies such as notebooks and markers, buying the mansion for the 8 of them to live in... But this person has no issue spending all of this money when it's for y/n — Kim Taehyung the son of a billionaire, enjoys sending y/n expensive gifts, from jewelry to perfume to clothing and he doesn't care that he often has to pull out his wallet for this club's expenses.
This comes as a total shock, but some people dare and bother their perfect angel — Jeon Jungkook is the youngest member of the club, in his free time this kid is off fighting in some illegal underground fight clubs and no one really asks, with the skills he learned there he effortlessly taught y/n’s bully a lesson they’d never forget. He has never lost a fight.
Time: 5:40 P.M. Location: Room 134340
November, it was a chilly grey day on a Friday evening. It was a sharp contrast with the weather of last night, the skies had changed overnight, and now an angry wind carried along the mizzling rain drops with it, beating them furiously against the large classroom windows. It was only a little before the clock would strike six o'clock, and aside from a few lit lights here and there from teachers working unpaid overtime, the school building was pretty much desolate.
Despite the bleak emptiness of the abandoned hallways, there was one room in particular which was filled with life, with a side of crushed hopes and dreams. Whereas most days this room was filled with affectionate coos and 'aww's, there was a deafening silence covering the people in the room.
“How could this happen?” The silence was broken by Namjoon's words as he tapped the top of the marker against his palm.
“Hoseok, as her 'best friend', I don’t quite understand how you didn’t know, that she’s been dating him for weeks?” Jimin eyed the other at the opposite side of the table.
“Hey! What are you trying to imply, brat?” Hoseok shot back, all the others directing their attention to the two guys bickering back and forth.
“That you’re lying!” Jimin scoffed.
“Why would I even lie about such thing? You’re not making sense, don’t embarrass yourself,” Hoseok let out a ‘hmph’ followed by a chuckle in disbelief at Jimin’s words.
“You were going to woo her away from her boyfriend in secret and not tell us about it.” Jimin accused with a pointed finger.
“I was not!” Hoseok strongly denied.
“Guys, calm down.” Namjoon coughed to get the attention back to him. "Listen, we need to do something and we need to do it fast before this guy brainwashes y/n even more. We don’t want to lose her, right?”
After the collective nods and busy murmurs, Namjoon tapped on the whiteboard behind him. “So, does everyone agree we need to kill him?”
“Yeah.” Yoongi stretched, a soft yawn leaving his lips as he did.
“Absolutely.” Taehyung agreed.
“There’s nothing else we can do. So, this has to be done.” Jimin summarized.
“We need to know this loser’s schedule before we can even think of killing him.” Namjoon popped the cap off the blue marker before he scribbled on the board, groaning when he realized it was out of ink. “Step one...” He promptly grabbed another marker before continuing. “Find out Jihoon’s schedule.”
“What next?” Namjoon asked as he looked back at the group.
“Method of killing.” Jungkook added, not looking up from the game he was playing on his phone.
“Correct. Depending on the location we choose to kill him, we need to pick the method accordingly.” Taehyung confirmed as he glanced over at Jungkook's phone before he looked back at the board.
“True.” Seokjin added. "He has a point."
“Then...” Namjoon trailed as he wrote down 'step two' in a slightly larger size than the bullet points. “Next?” He called.
“After care for Y/N. After that horrible man infiltrated her pretty head, I am afraid she’s suffering from what she thinks is love.” Jimin thought out loud.
“So, she would be pretty sad about his death.” Yoongi nodded, adjusting his cap.
“Hoseok, you will offer her a shoulder to cry on and-“
“Why does he get to have all those benefits and we have to hide? It’s unfair.” Jungkook groaned when the words ‘game over’ appeared on his screen.
“Look, it’s a fact that Hoseok knew her first, we should be thankful that he has been giving us so much information about Y/N.” Namjoon eyes went over all the members as he lightly scolded them. “You have to admit that we wouldn’t have most information about her if it wasn’t for him. So pack up your personal feelings for each other and zip it. We are here for y/n, not your silly fights.”
It was silent for a few seconds before Namjoon added the last bits of information on the board.
"Let's kill this guy."
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“I don’t know, Hobi. A lot of things have been happening and frankly, I’m creeped out.”
“I understand that, but you know how the police get around here. I am sure they’ll find a way to blame you.”
“What do you mean?” You placed the bag of corn kennels in the shopping cart.
“You know, you see it all the time, no? Girl goes to police, police doesn't believe her and-"
"And then something happens to the girl, and she gets murdered, and everyone post sob stories online." You interrupted Hoseok as you leaned onto the cart. "That's exactly why I want to go to the police. How could I not when stuff goes missing in my house, and I find a hidden camera in my bathroom wall? There's some creep on the loose, Hobi." You vented before pausing at the candy aisle.
"I know but..."
"But what, Hobi?" You paused as you stared down at the floor. "It's almost as if you... don't believe me." You turned your back on him and kneeled down to grab the box of chocolate chip cookies.
"I do believe you, y/n, it's... it's just..."
"Then what is it, Hobi?" You stood again and placed the box of cookies in the cart.
"What if the camera was already there before you moved in? That's a possibility too, maybe some weird couple who got off to voyeurism." He shrugged.
"Maybe. But that doesn't explain my stuff missing."
"You've been stressed out lately, are you sure you're not just misplacing stuff? I can help you look if you want?"
You thought about Hoseok's words, it was true that you were stressed, heck, you were beyond stressed. Your parents had high expectations of you and your grades, and you knew how important it was for them for you to pass for your upcoming exams this year.
"Maybe you're right, I have been stressed lately. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to lash out at you." You apologized.
"No.. it's fine, really." Hoseok beamed at you before placing a few bottles of soda in the cart. "Do we have everything?"
"Yeah, I think so."
After you got back home, you and Hoseok set up everything for your monthly movie night, both of you have been pretty busy so you had skipped a couple of times, but now, everything was ready for the marathon movie night.
Hoseok mentioned that it would probably be a good idea to order in, and despite you insisting you would pay half, he absolutely refused and said he’d pay for both of you, so instead you told yourself that next time you’ll just get food yourself before he comes over so there’s no way he could decline the offer.
“I’ll get it,” Hoseok said as he got up from the sofa and went to the door.
Ping!
Your eyes went to Hoseok’s phone, and your gaze remained there when you spotted your name on the text notification.
Chimmy: y/n won’t find out, right?
Your eyes moved away from the screen. You were embarrassed that you violated your friend’s privacy by reading his text message, and you soon brushed it off, it must be someone else with the same name, right?
“That’ll be $17.29.” The soft voice of the delivery driver snapped you out of your thoughts.
“Here’s $20, keep the change.”
Ping!
You looked again.
RJ: I knew putting that camera in her shower was a bad idea.
You felt your whole body tense at those words. No, no this couldn’t be real. You looked back at the open hallway door but Hoseok wasn’t back yet.
You unlocked his phone and tapped on the notification box and you were redirected to this group chat, titled: y/n fanclub room 14340.
Mang: HELP!!!!!!!!!!!!! Y/N wants to go to the police cuz of the cam and other ‘suspicious stuff’ (๏д๏)
Cooky: Dont wanna say it but
Cooky: Told you so (⌐■_■)
Koya: We need to stay calm.
Shooky: I already downloaded all the pics and vids to the hard drive so (*´﹃`)
RJ: Just distract her Hoseok, just a few more hours until it’s d-day
You flinched when you heard steps behind you and you put his phone back.
“They were pretty quick, I’m impressed!” Hoseok put the bags down on the table.
“Yeah, they were.” You turned on the TV with trembling fingers, starting the movie through Netflix.
About half an hour into the movie, you couldn’t help but want to investigate more about this strange groupchat.
“Actually, Hobi, I was wondering, could you throw out the trash for me, please? My back has been killing me...” You hoped that sounded convincing enough.
“Sure, no problem. Anything to help you out.” Hoseok got up. “I won’t take long.”He grinned before leaving the room.
Roya: Did you drug her yet?
Chimmy: We are anxiously waiting
Mang: Hold your horses Guys give me 5 more min
RJ: I can’t wait
Your palms started to sweat as you cupped each of your hands around you and your best friend’s cup before you switched them. You pushed your body back on the couch and you placed Hoseok’s phone back to where he left it.
Hoseok tried to drug you yet there was a small voice in your head telling you that this must be a misunderstanding, a cruel one that is, you weren't willing to accept that your friend was capable of such thing.
“Did I miss anything?” Hoseok grinned before plopping down on the sofa.
“... oh, the movie? No, no. You didn’t miss anything.” Rather, you weren’t sure if you yourself missed anything, you were far too occupied to even care about what was happening on the screen.
“Y/N... is everything ok?” Hoseok scooted closer to you, leaning in slightly. “You look pale. Are you feeling sick? Let me get you something-“
“No, no, no, no.” You insisted, staring straight at the wall in front of you - you were far too worried that Hoseok could see the sparkle of lies in your eyes. “I’m fine. Let’s watch the movie, it’s almost finished.” You pressed further as you held in your breath, trying your hardest to not show him how nervous you felt.
Those text messages flashed in front of your eyes. Of course you were driven to ask Hoseok about it - but what if he denied? He was already not the person who you thought he was, so who says his personality won’t change a 180 degrees when he finds out you were snooping through his phone?
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrogate you.” At his apology, you turned to look at him, and you felt a wave of guilt overtake you at his saddened apology.
“No, no, you didn’t do anything wrong, Hobi.” You assured him, your eyes following his hand as he held onto the cup and lifted it. Part of you felt compelled to tell him about what you did but the other part needed the confirmation - that indeed Hoseok, your best friend, tried to drug you, so you simply sat there and watch as Hoseok murmured some words about the movie, complaining about how predictable horror movies were and that he was willing to bet that the main character would end up getting murdered.
And unfortunately, Hoseok’s words came out in a slower pace, and so did his expressive hand movements, his eyelids got heavier and he let out a few soft groans. Hoseok then let out a laugh, the kind that echoed through the room and he turned to look at you with a grin.
“Y/N... you did this, didn’t you?” Before you could respond, Hoseok grabbed onto your arm, albeit, he attempted to but his grip was too weak. “We will bring you home, soon, Y/N. That’s all I wanted.”
“Bring me...home? You tried to drug me Hoseok! Wait.. who is ‘we’, is it those people in the chatroom? What.. what is all of this?” Your voice cracked as you tried to hold back the terrified tears. "Tell me!" You jumped off the sofa, shaking as you watched Hoseok collapse on the sofa and close his eyes. “Hey, Hobi, wake up!” You shook him but there was no response.
There was something your best friend was not telling you and you knew it had to do with those people in the group chat. Hoseok’s phone was still on the table and you grabbed it, still keeping an eye on Hoseok here and there as you looked through the sent texts.
Koya: Any updates?
Chimmy: ???
RJ: You said you’d update us...
Shooky: We could call him.
No, no. They were getting suspicious. What should you do?!
Me: Yeah guys everything’s going exactly according to plan guys lolololol don’t worry about me
....
Shooky: Did you hit your head or something? You’re acting weird
Chimmy: As in weirder than usual
RJ: LMAO
Koya: Send us the pic when you’re done
Tata: I am sure she looks gorgeous when she’s asleep.
Chimmy: I can only imagine... so angelic..
Me: Yeah sure! Give me a sec!
This was probably one of the most stupidest things you have done, but after snapping a picture of yourself sleeping, you sent it to the group chat. You didn’t even bother to check what they said as you grabbed your coat, keys and phone before you dashed out of the house.
About 15 minutes later you arrived at your school and headed straight to where you thought this strange club might be.
“134339....134340.” You looked up at the numbers imprinted in the glass panel above the door. This seemed to be it. You pressed down the door handle and let yourself into the dark room. With careful steps you slid your hand over the wall until you found the light switch. You squeezed your eyes shut as the bright ceiling light illuminated the classroom.
The room held nothing special and you wondered if you wandered off into the wrong classroom. It was a square shaped room. Four rows of chairs and desks, a whiteboard, a teacher's desk at the front plus wide windows that showed nothing but the dark. Aside from that, there was absolutely nada, zero, nothing. There must be some sort of error. This looked like a regular classroom and there was no sign of activities being held in here.
As you stood in the middle of the disappointing room, you started to think. Despite how mad you were at Hoseok, you were still worried about him and you couldn’t help but wonder if he got involved with the wrong crowd and that caused him to do what he did to you. Plus, you weren't sure if the drug might possibly cause some sort of damage.
It wasn’t an excuse and you still thought he was in the wrong but...
As you were deep in thoughts, your eyes spotted something that you haven't seen since you were a child. “The midnight fair? I haven’t seen that book in... forever.” It wouldn't hurt to have a peek, right? It wasn't as if there was anything better to do in here. You trailed your fingers over the row of books before pausing at the one that caught your interest. Years ago you chatted Hoseok’s ears off about how your grandparents loved reading this to you, and here it was.
“I guess this is the reading club...” You placed your finger on the top of the book and tilted it back.
“Eek!” You flinched at a sudden loud click coming from the bookcase. “What was that?” You whispered, as you looked around but stopped again at the tall bookcase. “Wait...” You held the bookcase with both hands and to your shock, it moved, no, levitated off the floor and slid to the right, revealing a hidden room.
You stepped inside and looked around in awe as you took in the details of the space you discovered. This... this sort of thing was possible? In a school? The carpet underneath your soles was thick, and far more pleasant than the thin creaky cold floors of this school. The more you glanced around the place, the more you realized that this was actual classroom 14340.
In one corner of the room was an altar, it had a small table with a variety of your personal items - a school year photo, a necklace you thought you had lost, a soap bottle and something that looked like a few strands of your hair.
On the largest wall of the room, there were multiple photos of yourself, filling every inch of the what you presumed black wall.
Your gaze stopped at the whiteboard in front of the large u shaped table.
[Project: Bring y/n home]
Hoseok will invite y/n for a movie night
Hoseok will pour sleeping aid in y/n’s drink
Y/N falls asleep and Hoseok puts her in the trunk
Hoseok sends pic of y/n in the trunk to group chat
Hoseok brings her to the new house
At the new house y/n will have a welcome home party
You tried to make sense of what you just read but no matter what, you weren’t able to connect all the dots - who was behind all of this? What did your friend have to do with this, and most importantly why was all of this happening?
You grabbed your phone, ready to call 911 but unfortunately you had no signal. "Of course," You huffed before sliding your phone back into your pocket. Seems like you had to make a call outside.
But still - What in the hell was all of this? This shit was absolutely terrifying and highly disgusting.
You had seen enough. First of all, you had to get out of here as soon as possible, and second, you had to call the police or the very least tell the principal about this.
“Y/N?”
You screamed at the sudden voice and spun around, covering your eyes with your arm when a bright flashlight was pointed at you.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”
Wait, that voice. That was Seokjin from your class.
“Class president..?” You looked up and felt relief wash over you, and you dashed towards him. “I’m so happy you’re here, I-“ You stopped a few feet in front of him and you couldn’t stop the tears from spilling out. The last hour was an emotional rollercoaster and you were so relieved that Seokjin was here.
“Hey, Y/N.. what’s wrong? Did you get hurt?” Seokjin placed his hands onto your shoulders.
“Seokjin," You whined as your glossy eyes met his worried eyes. "I, you won’t believe this. My best friend tried to drug me, and there’s this crazy group chat with sick people who seem to have this fanclub dedicated to me, and.. I know this sounds insane but you have to believe me..please.”
“I believe you.” Seokjin assured, almost immediately after your rambles, as he rubbed your arms which felt comforting and calmed you down. “I really do, oh, poor little lamb, what to do, what to do?” There was something about the tone in his voice that caused all your internal alarms to go off.
“Seokjin..?” A wicked grin tugged on his lips as his eyes widened, he stared right at you as his grip on you tightened.
“I...” You shrugged your shoulders to lose his grip on your shoulders and you stepped back as your eyes never left his. "What's..." You paused when you got into contact with something, or rather, someone.
“Y/N, please don’t call us crazy. We are simply boys in love, in love with you.” You turned to look at the voice and there stood a man, taller than you, and if you remember correctly, he was also a last year student in class B or C.
Not that that information was relevant right now.
“L-look, I don’t know what’s going on here, b-but I don’t feel comfortable and I’m leaving now.” With that, you rushed to the open entrance and hurried into the classroom.
However, there you saw that someone was blocking the door - the only exit out of this place, and you rushed to the window.
It wasn't as if you'd get seriously hurt, this room was on the main floor, all you had to do was climb out and-
"Ah!" You shouted when you felt two strong arms wrap around your waist. "No, let me go! Stop! I don't want this! Someone help me!" You yelped as you kicked around. "Help!" You screeched.
"Jimin, give her something to calm down, she's obviously in a lot of distress." Seokjin ordered.
"Jimin?" You looked over at the person who entered the classroom. "What are you doing here, I, Jimin, you need to help me, these guys are keeping me hostage and- ah!" You yelped at the sudden needle penetrating into your skin.
"Jimin... are you part of this too?" All hope that you had of the kind boy from the animal shelter rescuing you crumbled right underneath your feet.
Whatever Jimin injected into you, worked, and you stopped resisting against the hold of Yoongi's arms as he dragged you back into the room.
The bookcase was shoved back and a dim light was turned on.
“Gosh, she’s even prettier up close.” Jimin swooned.
“Can you believe Hoseok had her all for himself all this time?” Jungkook questioned.
“Why... why are you guys doing this? Please- let me go, I promise I won’t tell anyone, promised! Let me go, please, I’m scared.” You tried to pull away from the ropes that were tied around your wrists.
“We are doing this because we love you, Y/N. We did everything because of our love for you.” Namjoon smiled as he knelt down in front of you.
Everything — it finally hit you.
“The cameras at my house, those gifts, the love letters,” You paused as you tried to regulate your shaky breath. “My boyfriend, the GPS in my phone and car, that’s all you?”
“And our Jungkook here got rid of that horrible bitch that dared to bully you, but yes all of that was for you and you only, Y/N.” Seokjin patted Jungkook's head and in return Jungkook rolled his eyes before stepping away from him.
These boys, no, men, were absolutely bonkers and it started to dwell on you that they were capable of doing many things, which included hurting you if they wanted to. “No, this can’t be true. Please...” You stared at the ceiling as you tried to make sense of all that happened in the last two hours. “Please let me go home, I won’t tell a soul.”
“What do we do now, Namjoon? Should we keep her here?” One of them questioned.
“Because y/n is still dazzled by all of this, we should give her some time to get used to this, don't you think?”
“We’re here!” The voice of your friend, or well, the man who used to be your friend, hollered from the classroom. Hoseok entered along with a student you haven’t met before. How big was this twisted fan club exactly?
“Alright, we are complete now, yeah? Let’s formally introduce ourselves now.”
“What should we say? Ah- I can’t believe this day has come.”
“Please just let me go...” You whimpered, not interested in hearing their introduction.
“Kim Namjoon.”
“Kim Seokjin.”
“Min Yoongi.”
“Jung Hoseok.”
“Park Jimin.”
“Kim Taehyung.”
“Jeon Jungkook.”
They all cornered you and bowed down to you, and you could do nothing but look up at them as they hovered over your shaking figure.
ლ Pairing: Idol Ot7 x f reader
ლ Genre: Established poly ot7, idol!au, explicit smut, one shot
ლ Warnings: EXPLICIT 18+ M, dom/sub themes, jealousy, choking kink, noona kink, multiple partners, unprotected sex,(DP)enetration, sloppy seconds, edging, orgasm denial, fingering, rimming, anal, oral, gagging, slapping, masturbation, voyeurism, oral (female and male), squirting, squirting kink, bruises, SHOWER SEX, Basically OT7 having their way with you because you’ve been a bad girl.
ლ Summary: When you go to one of their concerts secretly, Taehyung sees a random stranger dancing up on you which triggers the rest of the members to remind you who you belong to.
A/N: This fic is for my recent milestone. I just want to say thank you for reading my stuff and I hope to be able to interact with you all more.
You weren’t supposed to be there, you never went to their concerts without their knowledge, but you only wanted to experience it again like you did before, as a fan; not their girl. It’s not that they didn’t like you going, they always offered, stating that they could put you up in the V.I.P. section with all the luxuries and benefits of being theirs, but you wanted to be there freely, not worrying about anything but their music.
ლ Pairing: Idol Ot7 x f reader
ლ Genre: Established poly ot7, idol!au, explicit smut, one shot
ლ Warnings: EXPLICIT 18+ M, dom/sub themes, jealousy, choking kink, noona kink, multiple partners, unprotected sex,(DP)enetration, sloppy seconds, edging, orgasm denial, fingering, rimming, anal, oral, gagging, slapping, masturbation, voyeurism, oral (female and male), squirting, squirting kink, bruises, SHOWER SEX, Basically OT7 having their way with you because you’ve been a bad girl.
ლ Summary: When you go to one of their concerts secretly, Taehyung sees a random stranger dancing up on you which triggers the rest of the members to remind you who you belong to.
A/N: This fic is for my recent milestone. I just want to say thank you for reading my stuff and I hope to be able to interact with you all more.
You weren’t supposed to be there, you never went to their concerts without their knowledge, but you only wanted to experience it again like you did before, as a fan; not their girl. It’s not that they didn’t like you going, they always offered, stating that they could put you up in the V.I.P. section with all the luxuries and benefits of being theirs, but you wanted to be there freely, not worrying about anything but their music.
warning: light smut, pov changes, and the events that took place in this chapter happened in past.
KYUNG MI STARED AT HER BEST FRIEND, who was currently very distressed, she couldn't figure out why. She would only be gone a week, 7 days, or 168 hours. It wasn't that long, and she was only going to Jeju Island. When she voiced it, her best friend looked up.
SHAKING HER HEAD, JISOO LAUGHED at her adorably cute confused expression. Until her eyes fell on the bag behind her, the actual reason for her distress. You see, Jisoo liked Kyung Mi, very much so, however not as a mere friend or sister, no, Jisoo liked Kyung Mi as a girlfriend. And in that bag was her confession speech. Jisoo was a trainee for YG Entertainment. Her group members had spent the previous night convincing Jisoo to confess. They had succeeded in doing so, but here she was ready to confess, yet Kyung Mi was going, of course, she'd be back, but by then Jisoo feared she would lose her confidence. And so, heaving a deep breath.
She did what she had been longing to do ever since she met Kyung Mi.
She kissed her.
KYUNG MI'S EYES WIDENED. She was not expected that. But she reacted quickly. Kissing her back. Jisoo moved her hands from her shoulders to her waist, while Kyung Mi moved hers to her face, caressing it. They had to break apart, because of the supplementary need for oxygen. While they had their foreheads pressed to each other, Kyung Mi started admiring her eyes. Jisoo had beautiful eyes, in Kyung Mi's opinion, easy to get lost in. And when Kyung Mi leaned in again, Jisoo knew her feelings were reciprocated. And they both spent the afternoon sharing kisses under the sheets while basking in each other's presence. Jisoo wished that moment would never end.
Too bad all things come to an end.
So did this.
Author's note...!
Sorry for the late chapter, I had a date last night so I couldn't finalize it. Not to mention the scheduling problem.
In the original draft, there was a whole lot of smut. But I had to remove it as it is the start of their relationship. I need to come up with a ship name. Can anyone help me out? Oh and those who have a problem with my oc being lesbian, please pardon my French but, Fuck You. The summary quite plainly says 'BTS x Oc platonic'. If some you don't want to continue reading because of this, also Fuck you. If it bothers you all that much, then I will go change the summary to "oc x Jisoo.
I don't mean to brag or anything, it's just that I am very happy about how my 2 other blogs look. And this one of course.
Yes, Yes I'm aware of the fact that I never published those 2 chapters of spring day, well I did schedule it to be posted yesterday, but guess what? your stupid author scheduled it for NEXT Sunday.
Ok. I have to say something because i can’t take this anymore. Jungkook is one of the most unproblematic idols in kpop but he gets the most crap from everyone. Antis and armys. Like he’s doing something wrong constantly when he literally does nothing but work hard, make music, perform, love his fans and he barely gets on social media. The dude doesn’t even talk much in interviews. Yet everyone has something against him. People think he’s bighits favorite. People think he’s spoiled (like he hasn’t been working his butt off since he was a CHILD). People think he’s a line hogger. People think he gets too much attention and it affects the other members so they have something against him like it’s his fault for getting attention even though it’s something that he can NOT control. Yes some armys have admitted to hating Jungkook because he’s the “popular one”. Some people think he’s cocky. Some people think he’s rude to his hyungs. Every single time he breathes people mock him for his hair his lips his clothes his intelligence etc. When he started getting attention for his long hair antis got angry and bitter. When a video of him eating a damn apple gained almost 2M likes on twitter locals randomly started attacking him and calling him very homophobic and racist things. On his birthday some armys on twitter started so much drama that he wasn’t even the main focus on HIS BIRTHDAY! When BTS returned from their break armys and antis mocked Jungkook’s hair and his appearance saying he looked homeless and ugly and he needed to cut it.. Then the very recent situation that happened that I won’t even go into detail about armys and antis spread it like wildfire and even attacked/shamed other people (his friends) involved in the process and also attacked/shamed him. And sadly these are just SOME of the things he deals with. There’s alot more. He can’t win. No matter what he does he can’t win. I just want people to leave Jungkook alone. Stop mocking him for everything. Stop being bitter towards him because you think bh favors him and he takes all the attention from the other members when that is not true. Stop sexualizing him. Stop babying him like he can’t think on his own. Stop invading his privacy. RESPECT him. Jungkook loves his fans so much he got it tattooed on his hand. The love he has for his fans his music his hyungs his family and friends is so pure and beautiful. Show him that love back. I am tired of him receiving so much negativity and hate for literally no reason at all. I truly believe he doesn’t deserve any of it.
↔Request:"yay requests open 😍 may i request a mafia!poly bts x reader where like, bts always get whatever they want but whenever the reader says no (like for a kiss or puppy or murder) they follow her order and the members got weird since reader is so soft and cute but got bts wrapped around her fingers until something happen that shows bts just love her so much. it's long but i love ur writing so much omg keep up ur great work love💖💖💖"
A/n: I really hope this is what you had in mind, I'm very sorry for the wait. If you want anything changed please let me know! ❤
↔Disclaimer: I do not condone any actions or comments made in this story, this is not based off of real people or occurrences, this is strictly fictional. This is in no way making light of such topics discussed within this story.
Eyes wide with fear peered into Taehyungs deep, obsidian abysses that glowered at the male who had dared to taint your night amongst himself and his members with his pathetic attempts at winning your heart.
"Why be silent now? You seemed to have plenty to say to her." He huffed, hardly staving off the snarl that tugged at his lips.
His shaky pupils flitted between the most feared group before him, regret laced his every apology that pleaded for his life.
The Bangtan boys earned their fearsome reputation through pools of blood and burning fervor for their perilous lives.
None dared to make the mistake of touching what their affections followed, and you were no exception.
Your innocence as well as your love was treasured above all else, and they had sworn to protect you against all no matter the price.
Fury burned itself into each, preparing their attack upon the male as if a pack wolves circling a mere rabbit, until your fingers reached out to curl around Jungkooks sleeve, dragging him from his prey.
His eyes softened from their harsh glare to melt into a kitten- like softness at the sight of you as he interlaced his fingers with your own.
"Please, just let him go, I'm sure he's learned his lesson."
You nearly pleaded, your voice soft and your intentions far more pure than the man staring into the eyes of his end.
All noise perished around you whilst he pondered your request, before his eyes caught your own, round and innocent, barren of the wrongs he had done.
The sight of your trembling lip allowed his heart no other choice than to obey your wishes.
With a feigned sigh, he motioned Taehyung to step aside and allow his escape with their promises of pain burdening his ears.
Seven pairs of coal eyes followed his every step until they were pried away in favor of lathing over your features.
It was no secret you found no joy within their business, and they did all within their power to conceal the ugliest parts from your eyes, but a life was in peril, and you were the only hope.
"What were you doing here? We told you stay away from this," he reprimanded you softly, curling his fingers around your own to tug you closer.
It was a rare sight, to witness such a tender moment to be shared with such lethal beings. A mere wrong look could invite their wrath.
It was an action only you were capable of.
Even short excursions with another female were no more than heated nights devoid of passion, only to be tossed aside once daylight met the sky.
You unknowingly held them within the palm of your hand, your will controlling their every action.
A mere breath falling from your lips could place them upon their knees before you.
His eyes flickered over your features whilst you were taken into the embrace of the remaining members.
Their group was barren of fears until the trouble of losing you collided into them, taking the very breath from their lungs.
"What are you doing to us?" Taehyung tutted just as he snatched you away from beneath Jungkooks hungering gaze to tuck you into the cover of his own arms.
"A mere kitten, taming her wolves." He chuckled just seconds before he indulged himself within the taste of your kiss.
As if your tongue was a flame and his lips was doused within gasoline, the kiss burned between you both, claiming all in sight until the sting of falling for you grew too strong and broke him away from you, leaving him breathless.
"We have to head out again, please, stay inside tonight, little kitten," he whispered, his dark eyes locked upon your own. "We want you to be safe."
His nose grazed your own as he pulled away from your embrace as if your touch had scalded him, leaving you starving for more despite your compliant nod.
In the sudden absence of his warmth, you shivered lightly before you accepted their tender kisses of goodbyes to melt against your temple, silently.
"No matter what happens tonight, we will return to you. Stay safe, darling." Seokjin vowed just before they disappeared from your sight to venture into the darkness of the night.
Your body stilled within the chill they had left you with, devoid of their warmth. Their words echoed within your ears as if a chorus.
Each claim of your heart leading their paths confused you, hinting at something so much more than what was before you.
You harnessed the power to restrain the most dangerous forces with a mere flick of your eyes.
Your confusion was your only company as it followed you beneath the moons beams and winding halls, only for the embers you carried to be snuffed beneath the heavy of the feeling of another's presence.
Yet, your every question was silenced by a gloved hand sliding before your mouth to silence your cries for your loves just seconds before darkness greeted you as if an old friend.
Instead of your gentle kiss or loving embrace to greet each of the members, silence fell over all as the sight of shattered glass, sparkling beneath the moons beams cried of the horrors that had taken place in their absence.
The crumpled note that lay tossed aside, asking for a price of your return was the only hint at who their next target was.
With flared nostrils and eyes darkened with every newly discovered evidence that whispered of your captor, the chilling fear that nipped at them heated into a ferocious flame of anger, fueled by their desire to protect you.
Hoseoks fingers curled around the discarded paper with such a force, his bones groaned beneath the pressure.
"She's been taken." He snarled, wasting no time to prepare to go against those that had dared to touch you.
Through the silence that hung above them, the tremble of their fingers that readied their weapons told no lie and did nothing to mask what they already knew to be true despite their fears.
You were someone special, not just in the way you fluttered their hearts or brought a blush to their cheeks, or your capability of rendering them speechless.
You were special in your ways of crumbling their intimidating facade, with every intimate moment and heatless kiss of admiration, you held their hearts, and they wouldn't allow nary a mere inch of your flesh to be harmed.
Much like the sear of a fire, you singed them, scarring them in the most beautiful method possible.
Your love for them clung to each of them as if the smoke of embers of what they once where, never to be chased away.
And they found they would stop at nothing to return you to their arms.
"You won't get by with this, they'll have your head." You hissed through gritted teeth, your shaky pupils struggling to lock onto your captors form through the pounding of your head.
A deep chuckle was your only answer as the darkened figure loomed over you, as if he derived amusement from your pain.
The metallic taste lingered upon your tongue as a sharp cry to your rescuers whom you prayed to be before you.
Their fusillade of mockery seeped into your ears as well as your lovers, as if the friction to a match to set fire to all that dared to even entertain the thought of harming you.
Every cut within your skin or darkened rose to bloom upon your flesh fed into their flames of wrath until it sated its fill of vengeance.
In the midst of the chaos, Yoongis arms wrapped around your shivering form to serve as a safe haven from the turmoil around you as Seokjins slender fingers worked to liberate your bound hands.
The all consuming fear of losing your spark of life melted away with every whimper that fell from your dried lips, signifying life still flooded your veins.
"You're safe now, love." Seokjin breathed, silently thanking all for your safety.
"You returned to me." You acknowledged, confused at to why you were worth their lives.
Your fingers curled into the flesh of his arms whilst they gathered around your shaken figure, their forms shielding you from the ghastly memories that had taken place.
"Why? Why would you come back for me? I'm just me." You questioned them, despite your gratitude.
Falling to his knees before you, Jungkook placed himself before you to brush away a rebellious strand of hair, his elders following his actions to bring you to your feet once more, their embrace remaining at your side to stable your wobbling knees.
Their slender fingers coiled around your wrists and their hands rested against your sides to still your form.
Each brush ignited your skin, to bring forth a heat to claim every inch, leaving all that was exposed aching for their attention.
"Because it's you, it always has been." He voice rose no higher than whisper yet it seemed as if his words were all that rang throughout your ears.
"Your love burned our walls to mar our hearts in the most divine way,"
Hoseoks voice crackled within your ears whilst his slender fingers slid over your own, licking over your skin as if a flame as your palm rested flat against his chest.
Your eyes wandered from his own once a slender finger hooked beneath your chin to bring your head to peer into Namjoons eyes.
"And we will carry your glow with us until our last breath."
Your eyes fell closed as your form was lured into his arms, your lips clashed with the warmth of his own before you were beckoned by the heat of another.
With every lingering brush of their flesh against your own, or fervent kiss. You allowed their flames to consume you whole, and burn you before all and be devoured entirely by their flames of love.
