Namjoon's Hoe

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SCENT OF RUIN CHAPTERS

YN trapped between two mafia families discovers she is the key to a secret that could destroy them all—and the seven men who once wanted to break her become willing to burn the world to keep her.

Prologue

One (Teaser)

One

Two

Three

Four NEW!

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SCENT OF RUIN

Seven Wolves, One Cage

Time didn’t move normally in the bunker.

It stretched.

It twisted.

It turned seconds into eternities.

You didn’t know how long you sat on the cold floor after Jungkook left—your knees drawn to your chest, your mind spiraling, your body still humming with the memory of his breath against your skin.

You hated him.

You hated all of them.

But your heartbeat still hadn’t slowed.

And worse…

Your scent still lingered in the air.

You could smell yourself—fear, sweat, warmth.

And you could almost imagine Jungkook’s voice again.

You smell like temptation.

You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to shake it away.

Trying to hold onto anger.

Because anger was safer than whatever else was growing inside you.

Whatever twisted thing that felt like curiosity.

Or craving.

Or—

A sharp beep from the monitor table made you jolt.

You scrambled to your feet, breath catching, heart racing.

The screens flickered again.

More movement outside.

The gardens were lit by harsh security lights now, shadows running across the estate like ghosts with guns.

You saw bodies.

Men in black masks.

Some were crawling. Some weren’t moving at all.

Blood smeared the stone path near the fountain.

Your stomach turned violently.

You pressed a trembling hand over your mouth, swallowing back bile.

This wasn’t a threat anymore.

This was a war.

And you were the reason it started.

A loud thud hit the bunker door.

You screamed.

Then froze.

Another thud.

Harder.

Someone was banging on it.

Your whole body locked.

You stumbled back, eyes wide, breath sharp.

Then a voice cut through the steel.

“Y/N!”

Namjoon.

You recognized it instantly.

Deep.

Controlled.

But strained.

Your lungs collapsed in relief.

You rushed toward the door, hands shaking.

“Namjoon?” you called, voice cracking. “Namjoon, is that you?”

The keypad beeped.

The lock clicked.

The door swung open.

And Namjoon stepped inside.

He looked nothing like he did at dinner.

His expensive suit jacket was gone. His shirt sleeves were rolled up, smeared with blood that didn’t look like his. A cut ran across his cheekbone, and his eyes were darker than you’d ever seen them.

Not cruel.

Not bored.

This was something else.

This was a man who had just killed.

He shut the door behind him and locked it again.

Then he looked at you.

And the silence between you was suffocating.

Your lips parted.

You didn’t know what to say.

Thank you?

Are you okay?

Why am I here?

Why do you all hate me?

Why are you protecting me?

Why does it feel like you’re not protecting me at all?

Namjoon walked forward slowly, gaze scanning you like he was checking for injuries.

“You’re not hurt,” he said finally.

It wasn’t a question.

You swallowed.

“No.”

He nodded once, as if that was all that mattered.

Then he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone.

Cracked screen.

He tapped it quickly, then spoke into it.

“She’s safe.”

A pause.

Then his jaw tightened.

He glanced at you again.

“Yeah,” he murmured. “Still breathing.”

He ended the call and slipped the phone away.

You hugged yourself, arms wrapped tight around your body.

“What’s happening upstairs?” you asked.

Namjoon’s gaze hardened.

“They breached the outer gate,” he said.

Your blood turned cold.

“They’re inside?”

Namjoon didn’t answer immediately.

His eyes flicked toward the monitors.

Then back to you.

“Not anymore,” he said quietly.

The way he said it made your skin crawl.

Because it didn’t sound like relief.

It sounded like certainty.

Like he’d already decided none of them would leave alive.

A sudden burst of static came from the radio.

Namjoon reached for it immediately.

“Jin?” he said.

Jin’s voice came through—breathing hard.

“We’re moving Elle now,” Jin said. “Hoseok got grazed.”

Your heart jumped.

“Hoseok is hurt?” you blurted.

Namjoon’s eyes narrowed slightly, as if your concern amused him.

Jin continued, “Yoongi’s outside. Taehyung’s with him. Jimin’s… distracted.”

Namjoon’s jaw tightened.

“Distracted?” he repeated.

A pause.

Then Jin’s voice lowered.

“He found one of Rossi’s men alive.”

Your stomach dropped.

Oh God.

You didn’t want to know what that meant.

Namjoon’s expression darkened.

“Keep him under control,” he ordered.

Then he ended the call.

You stared at Namjoon, your breathing shallow.

“What did they want?” you whispered.

Namjoon’s eyes lifted to yours.

And for the first time, you saw something unsettling.

Not hatred.

Not cruelty.

Possession.

“They wanted you,” he said simply.

Your throat tightened.

“Why?” you asked, voice shaking.

Namjoon stepped closer.

His presence filled the room like smoke.

“Because Rossi doesn’t forgive betrayal,” he said. “And because your father made you a bargaining chip.”

Your nails dug into your palms.

“I didn’t do anything,” you whispered.

Namjoon’s gaze didn’t soften.

“I know,” he replied.

Then he leaned slightly forward, voice quieter.

“But you’re still the price.”

A chill ran through you.

Before you could respond, the bunker door opened again.

This time, Jin walked in.

And he looked like sin wrapped in blood.

His white dress shirt was stained at the collar. His knuckles were bruised. His hair was slightly disheveled, like he’d been fighting.

But his face…

His face still held that smile.

That perfect, maddening smile that made you want to scream.

“Well,” Jin said lightly, stepping inside, “there you are.”

He looked you up and down, slow and deliberate.

Then he hummed.

“Still pretty,” he murmured.

Your stomach twisted.

You took a step back instinctively.

Jin’s smile widened.

“Aww,” he teased. “Are you scared of me?”

Namjoon didn’t look amused.

“Stop,” he warned.

Jin raised his hands innocently. “I’m just checking on our new sister.”

He turned his head slightly toward you.

“Sister,” he repeated, tasting the word.

Then he chuckled.

“But you don’t feel like one.”

Your cheeks burned.

You clenched your jaw.

“Where’s my mother?” you demanded.

Jin’s gaze flickered.

His smile softened slightly—only slightly.

“She’s alive,” he said. “Relax.”

The way he said relax made you want to slap him.

Then the bunker door opened again.

Yoongi stepped inside.

And the air changed instantly.

He was quiet.

Too quiet.

His black shirt was torn at the shoulder, revealing a streak of blood along his collarbone. He didn’t look injured enough for it to be his own.

His eyes were cold.

Dead.

Like whatever he’d done outside had emptied him out.

Taehyung followed behind him, wiping his hands with a cloth.

Not because they were dirty.

Because they were stained.

Taehyung looked at you and smiled.

Not kindly.

Not warmly.

But like you were the reason his night had become entertaining.

“You’re alive,” Taehyung said softly.

You didn’t answer.

Your throat felt sealed shut.

Yoongi walked past you without a word, heading to the supply shelves.

He grabbed a bottle of water, twisted the cap, and drank like nothing mattered.

Then he glanced at you over the bottle.

His eyes narrowed slightly.

“You’re shaking,” he said flatly.

You swallowed.

“I’m fine,” you lied.

Yoongi scoffed.

“No,” he said. “You’re scared.”

Then he took another drink and added coldly—

“You should be.”

Your blood froze.

Jin laughed quietly.

“Yoongi, don’t scare her too much,” he teased. “We need her to stay sane.”

Yoongi’s gaze sharpened.

“Do we?” he muttered.

Namjoon stepped forward, voice low.

“Enough.”

Taehyung leaned against the wall, still watching you like you were a new pet.

Then he spoke.

“Rossi sent twenty men,” he said casually.

You blinked.

Twenty.

Your stomach lurched.

“Twenty?” you whispered.

Taehyung nodded.

“Only five left breathing,” he added.

Your body went numb.

Jin smiled wider.

“Four,” Jin corrected.

Taehyung shrugged. “Oh. Four.”

You stared at them in horror.

Four men alive.

That meant…

Sixteen dead.

Your knees almost buckled.

And they were saying it like it was nothing.

Like killing was normal.

Like death was dinner conversation.

You backed away until you hit the table again.

Namjoon’s eyes flickered toward you.

He noticed.

He always noticed.

He sighed slightly, then spoke in a calmer tone.

“Sit down,” he said.

It wasn’t a suggestion.

It was an order.

You hesitated.

Then sat, because the way his voice carried authority made your body obey before your pride could protest.

Jin leaned closer to you.

“So,” he murmured. “Do you understand now?”

You glared at him.

“Understand what?” you whispered.

Jin’s voice softened into something almost tender.

“That you can’t survive without us.”

The words hit you like poison.

You opened your mouth—

But before you could speak, the bunker door swung open again.

And this time…

Hoseok stumbled inside.

His smile was gone.

His face was pale, and blood stained the side of his shirt near his ribs.

Jin’s expression changed instantly.

Namjoon stepped forward.

“Hoseok.”

Hoseok waved a hand dismissively.

“I’m fine,” he said, voice strained.

Then he looked at you.

And for the first time since you’d met him…

There was no amusement in his eyes.

Only something sharp.

Protective.

Possessive.

“You’re okay,” Hoseok said quietly.

You nodded, throat tight.

Hoseok exhaled.

Then he smiled again—faint, broken.

“Good,” he murmured. “Because I’d hate to lose you already.”

The words made your stomach twist.

Lose you.

Already.

Like you were something they expected to keep.

Then—

A final presence entered.

Jimin.

He stepped inside silently, shutting the door behind him.

His sleeves were rolled up.

His hands were stained.

Not fully bloody.

But enough.

His expression was calm.

Too calm.

He walked past the others without a word.

Then stopped in front of you.

Your breath caught.

He stared at you like he was trying to memorize your face.

Like he was reminding himself what he was fighting for.

And that thought alone terrified you.

Jimin leaned down.

His fingers brushed your cheek gently.

You flinched.

He paused.

Then his thumb traced your skin, feather-light.

“Don’t be scared,” he whispered.

Your breath trembled.

“Why?” you whispered back. “Why are you all doing this?”

Jimin’s lips curved.

But it wasn’t sweet.

It was dark.

“Because they want you,” he murmured.

His eyes flicked toward Namjoon, Jin, Yoongi, Hoseok, Taehyung.

Then back to you.

“And we don’t share.”

Your blood ran cold.

Namjoon’s voice cut through the tension.

“Where’s Jungkook?”

Silence.

Jimin straightened slowly.

His gaze shifted away.

Taehyung hummed.

Yoongi’s jaw clenched.

Jin’s smile faded slightly.

Hoseok’s eyes darkened.

Your stomach dropped.

“What?” you whispered. “Where is he?”

No one answered you.

And that silence…

That silence was louder than gunfire.

Namjoon’s voice turned sharp.

“Jimin.”

Jimin finally spoke.

“He’s still upstairs.”

Your breath caught.

“Doing what?” Namjoon demanded.

Jimin’s eyes flickered.

Then he said quietly—

“He went after the one Rossi man we kept alive.”

A cold shiver ran down your spine.

Your mouth went dry.

Jin’s lips parted, then he chuckled softly.

“Oh,” he said. “He’s going to be messy.”

Namjoon swore under his breath.

Yoongi’s eyes narrowed.

“He’ll lose control,” Yoongi muttered.

Taehyung smiled, eyes glittering.

“Or maybe he already did.”

Hoseok’s voice was low.

“He’s too obsessed,” Hoseok said.

The word slammed into the bunker air like a confession.

Obsessed.

Your chest tightened.

With who?

You already knew.

The bunker door suddenly opened again.

Hard.

Fast.

And Jungkook stepped inside.

The room went silent instantly.

He was breathing hard.

His hair was damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead.

His shirt was stained with blood—splattered across his chest and arms like paint.

And his eyes…

His eyes were wild.

Not like before.

Not like cruel teasing.

This was different.

This was the look of a man who had crossed a line.

A man who had tasted violence and couldn’t stop.

Jungkook shut the door behind him and locked it.

Then he turned.

And his gaze landed on you.

You froze.

Because he didn’t look at anyone else.

Not his brothers.

Not Namjoon.

Not Jin.

Not Yoongi.

Not even Hoseok bleeding in the corner.

Only you.

Like you were the only thing that mattered.

He started walking toward you.

Your heart slammed.

Your body tensed.

But you didn’t move.

You couldn’t.

Jungkook stopped in front of you.

His eyes raked over your face, your shoulders, your arms.

Checking.

Scanning.

Like he was searching for proof you were still alive.

Then he exhaled sharply.

His voice came out rough.

“You’re okay.”

It wasn’t a question.

It was relief.

Possessive relief.

You swallowed hard.

“What happened?” you whispered.

Jungkook’s jaw clenched.

He didn’t answer.

Instead, he reached down, grabbed your wrist, and yanked you to your feet.

You gasped.

“Jungkook!” Namjoon barked.

Jungkook didn’t look away from you.

His fingers tightened around your wrist.

And you realized something—

He wasn’t just holding you.

He was grounding himself.

Like touching you was the only thing stopping him from going insane.

“Did they touch you?” Jungkook asked suddenly.

His voice was deadly calm.

Your breath hitched.

“What?” you whispered.

Jungkook leaned closer, eyes blazing.

“Did any of them touch you?” he repeated.

You stared at him, shocked.

“No,” you whispered.

Jungkook’s shoulders dropped slightly.

Then his gaze flickered to your throat.

And he inhaled.

Slow.

Deep.

Like he couldn’t help it.

Like your scent was pulling him under.

His eyelids fluttered briefly.

His grip tightened.

And then he whispered, voice thick—

“You smell like fear.”

Your stomach twisted.

“Of course I do,” you whispered.

Jungkook’s eyes darkened.

“Good,” he murmured.

The word sent chills down your spine.

Because it didn’t sound cruel.

It sounded like satisfaction.

Like he liked the idea that you were afraid.

Not because he wanted you broken…

But because fear meant you’d cling to him.

Namjoon stepped closer, voice sharp.

“Jungkook. Let her go.”

Jungkook didn’t.

Jin crossed his arms, smirking.

“Let him,” Jin said. “He’s finally showing what he wants.”

Yoongi’s voice was cold.

“Don’t lose your head,” Yoongi warned Jungkook.

Hoseok leaned against the wall, breathing through pain.

“She’s overwhelmed,” Hoseok said quietly.

Taehyung’s eyes glittered.

“Or maybe she likes it,” Taehyung murmured.

Your breath caught.

You snapped your gaze toward him.

“What?” you hissed.

Taehyung smiled wider.

“You’re still standing,” he said. “If you truly hated him… you’d be screaming.”

Your cheeks burned.

Your throat tightened.

You wanted to deny it.

But you couldn’t.

Because you weren’t screaming.

You were frozen.

Trapped between fear and something else.

Jungkook’s hand slid from your wrist to your waist.

He pulled you closer.

The move was subtle.

But it was unmistakably possessive.

Your body stiffened.

But you didn’t pull away fast enough.

And Jungkook noticed.

His lips curved slightly.

His eyes darkened further.

Then he leaned down to your ear.

And he whispered, so quietly only you could hear—

“If you run…”

His fingers tightened on your waist.

“…I’ll hunt you.”

Your breath shattered.

He pulled back and looked at you again.

Then, to everyone else, he said coldly—

“She’s staying with me.”

Namjoon’s eyes narrowed.

“No,” Namjoon said. “She stays in the center room.”

Jungkook’s gaze sharpened.

“I said she stays with me.”

Jin chuckled.

“This is getting interesting.”

Yoongi’s eyes flickered between the two.

Taehyung looked delighted.

Jimin’s gaze hardened, lips pressing into a thin line.

Hoseok’s expression tightened.

The tension in the bunker thickened.

Not because of Rossi.

Not because of the gunfire.

But because of you.

Because suddenly, you weren’t just a problem.

You were a possession they were willing to fight over.

Namjoon stepped closer to Jungkook.

His voice lowered.

“You don’t get to claim her alone.”

Jungkook’s jaw clenched.

“She’s mine.”

The words made your blood freeze.

Mine.

Jimin’s voice came out soft, dangerous.

“Careful, Jungkook.”

Jungkook didn’t look away from Namjoon.

“She’s in my arms,” he said. “That means she’s mine.”

Yoongi’s laugh was low and humorless.

“She’s not yours,” Yoongi said.

Then his gaze shifted to you.

“She’s not anyone’s.”

Taehyung tilted his head.

“Not yet,” he murmured.

Your breathing became shallow.

Your heart felt like it was collapsing in your chest.

“Stop,” you whispered suddenly, voice trembling.

They all paused.

Every single one of them turned toward you.

Seven sets of eyes.

Seven predators.

You swallowed hard, forcing your voice stronger.

“I’m not a prize,” you said. “I’m not a toy. I’m not your game.”

Silence.

Jungkook’s grip tightened around you.

Namjoon’s eyes darkened.

Jin’s smile softened into something unreadable.

Yoongi’s gaze sharpened.

Hoseok’s expression flickered.

Jimin stared at you like you fascinated him.

Taehyung’s lips curved, amused.

Then Jungkook spoke.

His voice was calm.

Too calm.

“Say it again,” he murmured.

Your throat tightened.

“What?”

Jungkook leaned closer.

“Say you’re not ours,” he whispered.

Your breath hitched.

Your skin prickled.

Your lips parted, but no sound came out.

Because you didn’t know what would happen if you did.

Because something in his eyes promised punishment—not sexual, not tender, but psychological.

The kind that would break your spirit.

Jungkook’s nose brushed your hair.

He inhaled again.

And his voice dropped into something that sounded almost like worship.

“You’re shaking,” he murmured.

Then he added, so softly it felt like a secret—

“I love it.”

Your blood turned to ice.

Tears burned behind your eyes.

And then, above you…

A final explosion rocked the ceiling.

The lights flickered.

The bunker shook.

Dust fell.

And all seven men moved at once.

Jungkook pulled you into his chest.

Namjoon stepped in front of you like a wall.

Yoongi reached for a gun.

Jin grabbed the radio.

Hoseok hissed in pain but still moved closer.

Jimin positioned himself to your left.

Taehyung smiled faintly, like he was enjoying the chaos.

And for a moment—

For one terrifying moment—

You understood.

They weren’t just dangerous.

They were united.

A pack.

And you were in the middle of them.

Protected.

Trapped.

Claimed.

Jungkook’s lips brushed your temple.

Not a kiss.

A mark.

A warning.

Then he whispered into your hair—

“No one is taking you.”

Your throat tightened.

“Why?” you whispered.

Jungkook’s voice came out low.

“Because if you leave…”

He inhaled, slow, deep.

“…I won’t be able to breathe again.”

Your heart shattered at the words.

Because they didn’t sound like love.

They sounded like obsession.

And obsession didn’t save people.

Obsession ruined them.

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SCENT OF RUIN

Three: The Bunker Beneath the House

The staircase spiraled downward like it was swallowing you whole.

Stone walls. Dim lights. Air that smelled damp and cold—like the mansion above was only a beautiful mask, and this was its true skeleton.

Jungkook’s grip on your wrist never loosened.

If anything, it tightened the farther you went down, as if he was afraid you might disappear.

Or worse…

As if he was afraid someone might take you.

Your feet stumbled on the steps.

Your dress felt wrong now—too tight, too delicate, too expensive for the terror clawing at your throat.

You could still hear the chaos upstairs.

Faint, muffled echoes of shouting.

The crack of gunfire.

The unmistakable sound of glass shattering.

Your lungs burned.

Your heart pounded so hard you thought it might tear through your ribs.

And Jungkook…

Jungkook didn’t look afraid.

He looked furious.

Like the world had insulted him by daring to step into his territory.

You hated that he could be so calm while you were barely holding yourself together.

You hated that he was dragging you like a possession.

You hated—

You hated that your body felt strangely safe behind him.

That was the worst part.

The most disgusting part.

Because even while your mind screamed that he was your enemy…

Your instincts were whispering that he was the only reason you were still breathing.

Jungkook pushed open a steel door at the bottom of the staircase.

A keypad beeped.

He typed in a code without hesitation.

And the heavy door unlocked with a mechanical click.

Then he shoved you inside.

You stumbled forward.

The door slammed shut behind you.

The sound was deafening.

Final.

Like a coffin closing.

You spun around instantly, panic rising in your throat.

“What is this?” you demanded.

Jungkook didn’t answer right away.

He leaned his head back against the door, chest rising and falling as he breathed hard, like he’d been holding his breath since the first gunshot.

His eyes were dark.

Not with fear.

With something else.

Something sharp and violent.

“Underground bunker,” he finally said.

His voice was flat.

Like he’d said it a hundred times before.

You stared at him.

A bunker?

This house had a bunker?

Of course it did.

Because rich men didn’t build safety.

They built fortresses.

You turned around, scanning the room.

It was bigger than you expected.

Concrete walls. Steel shelves lined with supplies. Medical kits. Water. Canned food. Flashlights. Weapons.

There were cots along one side, and a small table with radios and monitors.

A security room.

A survival room.

A place built for war.

You swallowed.

The air was cold, but sweat dampened your palms.

“How long are we staying here?” you asked.

Jungkook stepped away from the door and walked toward you.

Slowly.

The way he always did.

Like he didn’t need to rush because everything would always move at his pace.

“As long as I say,” he replied.

Your jaw clenched.

“I’m not—”

“Don’t,” he cut you off.

One word.

And it silenced you.

Not because you were weak.

But because the tone in his voice was so different now.

Not playful.

Not teasing.

Not cruel for fun.

This was real.

This was Jungkook stripped down to something primal.

He stopped in front of you, towering over you.

“You’re going to listen,” he said quietly. “You’re going to do exactly what I tell you.”

You glared up at him, trembling.

“And if I don’t?” you whispered.

Jungkook leaned closer.

His eyes locked onto yours like he was chaining you with his gaze.

“Then I’ll make you,” he said.

Your stomach dropped.

Your skin prickled.

His words weren’t a threat meant to scare you.

They were a promise.

You swallowed hard.

Then you forced yourself to breathe, forced your voice steady.

“Where are my mom and the others?”

Jungkook’s jaw tightened.

“Safe,” he said. “Probably in the other wing bunker.”

You blinked.

Other wing?

“How many bunkers does this house have?” you asked bitterly.

Jungkook’s mouth twitched.

“Enough,” he said.

Your chest tightened.

So they had prepared for violence.

Prepared for enemies.

Prepared for blood.

Which meant this wasn’t the first time someone had tried to attack this estate.

And you knew what that meant.

This family wasn’t innocent.

Not even close.

You stepped back, putting space between you.

But Jungkook stepped forward again immediately.

Like he didn’t allow distance.

Like space between you offended him.

Your back hit the edge of the table.

Cold metal.

Jungkook placed his hands on either side of you.

Caging you in.

Your breath hitched.

“You’re shaking,” he murmured.

You glared at him.

“No shit,” you snapped.

He ignored the insult.

His gaze dropped to your throat.

Your collarbone.

The pulse beating violently under your skin.

Then his nostrils flared.

You felt it again.

That subtle inhale.

That sickening attention.

Like your scent wasn’t just something he noticed.

It was something he needed.

His eyes darkened.

And you watched his throat bob as he swallowed.

Then he spoke, voice lower.

“You smell even stronger down here.”

Your stomach flipped.

Heat crawled up your neck.

“Stop,” you whispered.

Jungkook tilted his head.

“Why?” he asked softly.

His voice was too calm.

Too intimate.

Like the world above wasn’t exploding with bullets.

Like none of it mattered except the space between your bodies.

Your hands trembled.

“This isn’t the time,” you said.

Jungkook’s gaze flickered to your lips.

Then back to your eyes.

“Maybe it is,” he murmured.

Your pulse spiked.

You tried to shove him away.

But he caught your wrists effortlessly, pinning them against the table.

Hard.

Your breath punched out.

“Let go!” you hissed.

Jungkook didn’t.

He stared down at you like you were the most infuriating thing he’d ever wanted.

His grip tightened.

Not enough to hurt.

Enough to remind you he could.

“Do you have any idea,” he whispered, voice shaking with restrained rage, “what happens if Rossi takes you?”

You glared at him.

“Why do you care?” you spat.

His eyes flashed.

And for a moment, you saw it.

Not just hatred.

Not just cruelty.

Something deeper.

Something broken.

Something possessive.

His jaw clenched.

Then he leaned closer, so close his breath brushed your mouth.

“I don’t,” he said harshly.

You froze.

His eyes bored into yours.

“I don’t care about you,” he continued. “I care about what’s mine.”

The words hit you like a slap.

Your chest tightened.

“You think I’m yours?” you whispered.

Jungkook’s lips curved.

A dark, dangerous smile.

“You became mine the moment your mother married my father,” he murmured.

Your throat burned.

“That doesn’t make me your property.”

Jungkook’s gaze dropped to your lips again.

“Doesn’t it?” he asked quietly.

Your breathing turned shallow.

The air between you was too hot.

Too tight.

Like the bunker itself was suffocating.

You could feel his body heat.

Could feel the tension in his arms.

The way he held you like he didn’t trust himself to let go.

Then, above you—

A sound.

A muffled explosion.

Dust rained from the ceiling.

You screamed instinctively.

Jungkook immediately pulled you into him.

Your face slammed into his chest.

His arms wrapped around you so tightly you could barely breathe.

But the embrace was firm.

Protective.

Possessive.

Like a shield.

You froze.

Your body reacted before your mind could.

Your hands grabbed his shirt.

Clutched.

Because you were terrified.

Because the sound above felt like death.

Jungkook’s grip tightened.

His hand slid up your back, fingers spreading as he held you against him.

You felt his heartbeat.

Fast.

Hard.

Not as calm as he pretended.

His lips brushed your hair.

Not a kiss.

Not yet.

Just a touch.

But it sent a shiver down your spine.

“Shh,” he murmured.

His voice was low, soothing.

Too intimate.

“You’re safe.”

Your chest rose and fell against him.

You hated how safe it felt.

You hated that your body was betraying you, leaning into him.

You pulled back slightly, breath shaky.

Jungkook’s hands stayed on your waist.

Like he didn’t want you to move away.

Like he didn’t want you to remember you hated him.

You glared up at him.

“This is your fault,” you whispered.

His eyes narrowed.

“My fault?” he repeated.

You shoved at his chest again.

“Your family,” you hissed. “Your father. Your stupid mafia ties—”

Jungkook’s expression snapped.

His hand shot out, gripping your throat.

Not choking.

Not squeezing.

Just holding.

But it was enough to make your blood run cold.

He leaned in, eyes blazing.

“Don’t talk about my father,” he growled.

Your breath hitched.

His thumb brushed your jaw.

“You don’t know anything about us.”

Your voice came out trembling, but you didn’t back down.

“I know you’re all sick,” you whispered.

Jungkook’s eyes darkened.

His grip tightened slightly.

Then he smiled.

And the smile was terrifying.

“You’re right,” he murmured. “We are.”

His gaze slid down your face.

Your neck.

Your collarbone.

His thumb traced the pulse point under your skin.

Your body shuddered involuntarily.

And he noticed.

Of course he noticed.

His eyes gleamed.

“Still shaking,” he murmured.

“Stop looking at me like that,” you whispered.

Jungkook leaned closer.

His voice was almost gentle now.

“Like what?”

You swallowed hard.

“Like you want to—”

Your voice broke.

You couldn’t say it.

Couldn’t admit it out loud.

Because saying it made it real.

Jungkook’s lips curved.

He finished your sentence for you, voice a whisper against your skin.

“Like I want to ruin you?”

Your stomach dropped.

Your breath caught.

And you hated yourself for the heat that bloomed between your thighs.

Because your body reacted.

Even while your mind screamed no.

Jungkook’s eyes sharpened instantly, like he sensed it.

Like he could smell it.

Like your arousal was a scent he could taste in the air.

His nostrils flared again.

And he let out a slow breath.

“Fuck,” he muttered again.

His grip on your throat loosened.

His hand slid down to your shoulder.

Then your arm.

Then your wrist.

And he pinned your hands above your head against the wall.

The cold concrete bit into your skin.

You gasped.

Your eyes widened.

“What are you doing?!” you demanded.

Jungkook stepped closer, pressing his body against yours.

You could feel him.

His hard chest.

His hips.

His thigh sliding between your legs to force them apart.

Your breath stuttered.

And he didn’t kiss you.

Not yet.

He just leaned down, his mouth hovering near your ear.

“I’m reminding you,” he whispered, voice low, rough, “that you should be terrified of me.”

Your heart slammed.

You whispered, voice shaking, “I am.”

Jungkook’s breath hitched.

His lips brushed the shell of your ear.

“Liar,” he murmured.

Then he dragged his nose along the side of your neck.

Not kissing.

Just inhaling.

Breathing you in like you were oxygen.

You froze.

Your entire body went rigid.

Because no one had ever touched you like that.

Not like you were a drug.

Not like you were something he couldn’t stop himself from consuming.

Your breath came out in a shaky gasp.

“Stop,” you whispered.

Jungkook’s voice turned dangerously soft.

“I can’t,” he admitted.

And those words…

Those words scared you more than the gunfire above.

Because they weren’t teasing.

They were true.

His lips brushed your neck, barely there.

A touch so light it made you shiver.

Then he pulled back, eyes dark, jaw clenched.

His restraint looked painful.

Like it was taking everything in him not to devour you.

He stared at you for a long moment.

Then his voice came out rough.

“If you weren’t such a problem,” he murmured, “I wouldn’t want you this much.”

Your throat tightened.

“I hate you,” you whispered.

Jungkook’s eyes softened for half a second.

Then his smile returned.

Cold.

Cruel.

“Good,” he murmured. “Hate me.”

He leaned closer again.

“So you won’t notice when you start needing me.”

Your stomach twisted.

Your body trembled.

Then a sound cut through the tension.

A loud beep from the monitor table.

Jungkook’s head snapped toward it.

He released you immediately, stepping away like he’d been burned.

You stood there, panting, hands shaking, your skin still buzzing where he’d touched you.

Jungkook walked to the security monitors.

The screens flickered with camera feeds from around the estate.

And what you saw made your blood turn to ice.

Men in black.

Masks.

Guns.

Moving through the gardens like shadows.

A guard collapsed near the fountain.

Blood spilled across the stone.

You covered your mouth, horror choking you.

“What… what is happening?” you whispered.

Jungkook’s face hardened.

“Rossi’s men,” he said.

Then he reached for the radio.

A crackle.

Static.

A voice came through.

“Namjoon to Jungkook.”

Jungkook grabbed it instantly.

“I’m here.”

Namjoon’s voice was calm, but strained.

“We’re holding them off. But they’re pushing in.”

Jungkook’s jaw clenched.

“Where’s Y/N’s mother?”

“Safe,” Namjoon replied. “Elle’s in the west bunker with Jin and Hoseok.”

Jungkook exhaled.

Your knees weakened slightly in relief.

Then Namjoon’s voice changed.

“Jungkook.”

“What?” Jungkook snapped.

Namjoon hesitated.

Then—

“We found a message.”

Jungkook’s eyes narrowed.

“What message?”

Namjoon’s voice turned colder.

“It was carved into one of the dead guards outside.”

Your stomach lurched.

Carved?

Your skin went numb.

Namjoon continued.

“It says: Give us the girl.”

Silence filled the bunker.

Your heart stopped.

You couldn’t breathe.

You couldn’t move.

Your eyes slowly lifted to Jungkook’s face.

He didn’t look at the monitor anymore.

He looked at you.

And the look in his eyes wasn’t hatred now.

It wasn’t cruelty.

It wasn’t teasing.

It was something terrifyingly possessive.

Something feral.

Something that made your blood freeze.

Because he wasn’t thinking about whether you’d survive.

He was thinking about whether he’d let you go.

Jungkook’s voice dropped.

“Tell them no,” he said.

Namjoon’s voice was sharp.

“Jungkook—”

“Tell them no,” Jungkook repeated, louder.

Then he slammed the radio down on the table.

You stumbled back instinctively.

Jungkook turned toward you slowly.

His eyes were dark.

Wild.

And you realized something then.

You weren’t trapped in this bunker because he was saving you.

You were trapped because he was keeping you.

Jungkook stepped toward you.

You backed up until your spine hit the wall.

Your breath came out ragged.

“Jungkook,” you whispered, voice trembling, “don’t.”

He stopped inches away.

Then he leaned down, his lips close enough to feel.

His voice was almost gentle.

“They want you,” he murmured.

Your throat tightened.

“I don’t want them,” you whispered.

Jungkook’s hand slid up your arm.

His fingers wrapped around your wrist again.

That same possessive grip.

He lifted your hand and pressed it against his chest.

You felt his heartbeat pounding beneath your palm.

Fast.

Feral.

His eyes locked on yours.

“But you’re not theirs,” he whispered.

Your lips parted.

Your breathing shook.

He leaned closer, his forehead nearly touching yours.

“You’re not Rossi’s,” he said.

His voice turned rough.

“You’re not my father’s.”

His grip tightened.

“And you’re not even your mother’s anymore.”

Your eyes widened.

“What…?”

Jungkook’s lips brushed the corner of your mouth.

Not a kiss.

A warning.

A promise.

Then he whispered the words that made your stomach drop into hell.

“You’re ours.”

You tried to pull away.

But he caught your waist.

Held you there.

Pinned.

His breath fanned across your lips.

And you could feel it—how close he was to losing control.

His voice trembled.

“You smell like temptation,” he murmured.

You swallowed hard, voice barely there.

“I’m not…”

Jungkook cut you off, voice sharp.

“Don’t lie.”

His nose brushed your cheek.

His lips hovered over yours.

And then he stopped.

Like he was fighting himself.

His jaw clenched.

His eyes squeezed shut for a moment.

When he opened them again, his gaze was darker than ever.

“You’re going to stay here,” he said.

His voice turned commanding.

“Don’t move. Don’t touch anything. Don’t open the door.”

You stared at him.

“And if I do?” you whispered.

Jungkook’s smile was cruel.

“Then I’ll punish you,” he said softly.

Your breath hitched.

Then he turned away, grabbing a gun from the shelf.

Your eyes widened in shock.

“You’re going back up there?” you demanded.

Jungkook looked over his shoulder.

His gaze raked over you one last time.

And the hunger in his eyes was unmistakable.

“I’ll come back,” he said.

His voice dropped, almost intimate.

“And if you’re not here when I do…”

His smile sharpened.

“I’ll tear this entire house apart to find you.”

Then he walked to the steel door.

Typed the code.

The lock clicked.

And before he stepped out, he looked at you again.

Just once.

A glance that felt like chains.

Then he left.

The door slammed shut.

And you were alone.

Alone in the bunker.

Shaking.

Breathing hard.

Your skin still burning where he touched you.

Your lips still tingling where his mouth almost met yours.

And above you…

Gunfire continued.

You slid down the wall slowly, hugging your knees to your chest.

Tears blurred your vision.

Not because you were weak.

But because you were trapped.

Because Rossi wanted you.

Because the Jeon brothers wanted you.

And because the most terrifying part of all…

Was that your body was starting to understand something your mind refused to accept.

You were afraid of Jungkook.

But you were also beginning to crave him.

His scent.

His heat.

His voice.

The way he looked at you like you were something forbidden.

You buried your face into your knees, trembling.

And you whispered into the darkness:

“This is hell.”

But deep down…

You already knew.

Hell wasn’t outside.

Hell was inside this house.

And you were the prize.

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SCENT OF RUIN

Two: Dinner With Devils

You didn’t sleep.

You tried.

You lay in the middle of a bed too large, under sheets too soft, in a room too perfect—while your mind replayed the sound of Jungkook’s voice like a curse branded into your skin.

You smell good.

The words shouldn’t have mattered.

They were nothing.

A stupid comment. A childish insult disguised as something else.

But they clung to you like smoke.

Because he didn’t say it like a compliment.

He said it like a warning.

Like he’d already decided your body belonged to his senses.

Like your existence had become a craving.

You stared at the ceiling for hours, listening to the mansion breathe. Pipes humming. Wind whispering against the balcony doors. Distant footsteps of staff moving like ghosts.

And then, at some point, you heard laughter.

Male laughter.

From down the hall.

Deep. Low. Mocking.

It sent cold dread crawling across your skin.

You didn’t know these men.

Not really.

You knew their names. Their faces. Their cold eyes.

But what you didn’t know was what they were capable of.

Or worse…

What they wanted.

Because you could feel it.

You didn’t belong here.

And they didn’t want you to forget it.

By the time the clock struck seven-thirty, your mother knocked on your door.

Her face was pale.

Her hair was pinned neatly, and she wore a dress that was too expensive for a woman who’d lost everything a month ago.

She looked like she was trying to convince herself this was a new beginning.

But her eyes betrayed her.

They were tired.

Afraid.

“Y/N,” she whispered as she stepped inside, closing the door softly behind her. “Are you okay?”

You didn’t answer immediately.

You didn’t want to lie.

And you didn’t want to tell her the truth.

That you felt like prey.

That the Jeon brothers looked at you like they were already deciding how to break you.

Instead, you forced your voice steady. “Do I have a choice but to be okay?”

Your mother’s lips trembled.

She walked closer, reaching for your hands.

“I didn’t do this to hurt you,” she said.

You pulled away.

Not harshly.

But enough.

“I know,” you murmured, staring at the floor.

Your mother swallowed hard.

“I just…” she whispered, voice cracking. “I didn’t know what else to do. Rossi’s men—”

“I know,” you cut in quickly, sharper than you intended.

Her eyes widened.

You sighed and softened your tone, because no matter how angry you were, you knew she was drowning too.

“I know,” you repeated quietly. “I know why you did it.”

She nodded, tears shimmering in her eyes.

Then she wiped them quickly, forcing a smile.

“Dinner is at eight,” she said. “You should… you should wear something nice.”

Your stomach twisted.

Something nice.

For them?

For men who already hated you?

You didn’t respond. You simply nodded.

Your mother hesitated before stepping out.

“Please,” she whispered at the door, “don’t provoke them.”

The words hit harder than you expected.

Because it meant she knew.

She’d seen it too.

The tension.

The danger.

The silent cruelty in the way those men looked at you.

And she was asking you to survive it quietly.

Your throat tightened.

When she left, you stood still for a moment, breathing through the anger rising inside you like poison.

Then you turned to the closet.

It was filled.

Not with your clothes.

With new ones.

Designer dresses. Silk blouses. skirts, heels—things you never owned, never asked for.

A wardrobe bought for a doll.

A doll meant to be dressed, displayed, controlled.

Your fingers trembled as you touched a black dress.

Simple.

Elegant.

Sharp.

You chose it because it felt like armor.

If you were going to walk into hell, you would do it with your spine straight.

You changed slowly, brushing your hair back and leaving it down. No jewelry. No softness.

You stared at yourself in the mirror.

And for a moment, you didn’t recognize the girl staring back.

She looked older.

Harder.

Like grief had carved a blade into her bones.

You whispered to your reflection:

“Don’t let them see you break.”

At exactly eight, you stepped into the dining hall.

And the first thing you noticed was the table.

Long.

Too long.

A feast laid out like royalty was expected.

Crystal glasses, gold cutlery, plates decorated with fine patterns you couldn’t pronounce.

And at the head of the table sat Jeon Kangtae, your stepfather.

He looked satisfied.

Like a king pleased with his new acquisitions.

Your mother sat beside him, posture stiff, her hands folded in her lap.

And the brothers…

They were already seated.

Namjoon at the left side, calm as ever, eyes briefly flicking toward you before returning to his wine.

Jin leaning back in his chair like the world belonged to him.

Yoongi lounging with a bored expression, one arm draped over the chair.

Hoseok smiling politely, but his eyes were sharper than his lips.

Jimin sitting with perfect posture, beautiful and composed.

Taehyung twirling his glass lazily, watching you like you were a new character in his favorite drama.

And Jungkook…

Jungkook was standing near the window, one hand in his pocket.

He wasn’t looking at you at first.

Then he turned.

And the moment his gaze landed on you—

Your breath caught.

Because he didn’t just look.

He took.

His eyes traveled over your body slowly, openly, without shame.

Like he didn’t care if you noticed.

Like he wanted you to.

His gaze lingered at your collarbone.

Your waist.

Your thighs.

Then lifted back to your face.

And the look in his eyes was darker than yesterday.

Less hateful.

More hungry.

Your pulse spiked.

But you didn’t drop your gaze.

You walked forward.

And the silence that followed you felt like a trap tightening.

“Y/N,” your stepfather greeted smoothly, gesturing toward the empty chair near the middle.

Your chair.

Your assigned place.

Between Jimin and Jungkook.

Of course.

Because they wanted you surrounded.

You swallowed, then sat down.

The chair felt cold.

But the presence beside you was hotter than fire.

Jimin leaned slightly closer, voice soft enough only you could hear.

“You look pretty.”

Your jaw tightened. “Don’t.”

Jimin’s lips curved, amused.

“Why not?” he whispered. “Compliments make you uncomfortable?”

You didn’t answer.

Jungkook sat down on your other side.

The moment he did, your senses sharpened involuntarily.

His scent.

His heat.

The quiet dominance in the way he claimed the space next to you.

You didn’t even look at him.

You stared straight ahead.

But you could feel him.

And then you heard it.

That sound again.

A small inhale.

Not subtle this time.

Jungkook leaned slightly closer, as if drawn by something.

His voice dropped near your ear.

“Black suits you.”

Your fingers curled tightly under the table.

You forced yourself to breathe.

Then finally turned your head slightly.

“What do you want?” you asked coldly.

Jungkook smiled.

“Dinner,” he said simply.

His eyes flickered to your lips again.

Then he leaned back in his chair, satisfied.

Like he’d already won something.

The servants began bringing food.

Plates filled with expensive dishes you couldn’t name.

Steak. Seafood. Garnishes that looked too pretty to eat.

Everyone ate like this was normal.

Like bringing a grieving girl into their home and circling her like wolves was normal.

Your stepfather raised his glass.

“A toast,” he said. “To family.”

Your stomach churned at the word.

Everyone lifted their glasses.

Even the brothers.

Even Jungkook.

You didn’t.

Your stepfather noticed immediately.

His eyes sharpened.

“Y/N,” he said with a warning edge, “a toast.”

You met his gaze.

You didn’t want to make an enemy of him.

Not yet.

So slowly, you reached for your glass.

Raised it.

But you didn’t smile.

Your stepfather’s lips curled in satisfaction.

“To new beginnings,” he said.

Everyone drank.

You took a sip, forcing the liquid down even though it burned your throat.

Then dinner continued.

But the tension didn’t ease.

Not for a second.

Because the brothers kept doing it.

Little things.

Small, cruel, deliberate things.

Yoongi kicked your chair lightly when the servant poured your water, making you jerk.

Hoseok smiled at you and asked, “Are you eating enough? You look fragile.”

Taehyung asked if you missed your old house, his tone dripping with fake innocence.

Jin asked your mother about her wedding night.

Right at the table.

Right in front of you.

Your mother choked on her drink.

Your stepfather laughed.

The brothers laughed too.

Except Namjoon.

Namjoon didn’t laugh.

He simply watched.

And that somehow felt worse.

Because it meant he wasn’t here for entertainment.

He was here for control.

Then Jin leaned forward slightly, resting his chin on his hand.

“So,” he said, eyes glinting, “tell us, Y/N…”

Your stomach tightened.

“What?” you asked.

Jin smiled wider.

“Did you cry when your father got arrested?”

Your blood went cold.

The fork in your hand froze midair.

The room fell silent.

Your mother’s face drained of color.

Jeon Kangtae’s eyes narrowed.

But he didn’t stop Jin.

Of course he didn’t.

Because this was allowed.

This cruelty.

This humiliation.

It was part of the house rules.

You swallowed.

Slowly, you set down your fork.

And you looked Jin dead in the eye.

“No,” you said.

Jin blinked, amused.

“Oh?” he said softly. “Not even once?”

You forced your voice calm.

“I cried when I realized he was stupid enough to trust Rossi.”

Yoongi’s eyebrows lifted.

Hoseok let out a low laugh.

Jimin’s lips parted, impressed.

Taehyung’s smile sharpened.

Even Jungkook looked slightly surprised.

But Jin’s smile didn’t fade.

It only turned colder.

“Careful,” Jin murmured. “You’re brave.”

You leaned slightly forward too.

“So are you,” you said quietly.

The silence grew heavier.

Jungkook shifted beside you.

His knee brushed yours under the table.

Not accidentally.

Your skin flared with awareness.

Then Jungkook spoke, voice calm.

“She’s not wrong.”

All eyes turned to him.

Jungkook leaned back, looking at Jin lazily.

“Her father’s an idiot,” Jungkook said. “But she’s not him.”

Jin’s eyes narrowed.

“Defending her?” he asked, teasing.

Jungkook’s gaze slid toward you.

And his eyes lingered.

“I’m not defending,” he said. “I’m just observing.”

Your stomach dropped.

Because the way he said it felt like he was studying you.

Like you were something he couldn’t stop thinking about.

Your stepfather cleared his throat, trying to steer the conversation away.

But the damage was done.

Your appetite was gone.

Your hands were cold.

And the room felt like it was closing in.

Then, halfway through dinner, the lights flickered.

Just once.

Quick.

Almost unnoticeable.

But everyone stopped.

Namjoon’s head lifted instantly.

Yoongi’s hand paused midair.

Jungkook’s posture stiffened.

Even your stepfather’s smile disappeared.

A second later, a loud bang echoed outside.

Not fireworks.

Not thunder.

A gunshot.

Your blood turned to ice.

Your mother gasped, dropping her fork.

Jeon Kangtae stood abruptly.

The brothers stood too.

Like soldiers responding to instinct.

And then another sound—

A scream from outside.

A servant.

You shot to your feet, heart pounding.

“What’s happening?” you demanded.

Jungkook grabbed your wrist.

Hard.

The grip was firm, possessive, unyielding.

“Sit down,” he ordered.

You tried to yank away.

“Don’t touch me!”

His grip tightened.

His eyes locked on yours.

And for the first time, the playful cruelty was gone.

Now he looked deadly.

“Y/N,” he said, voice low and sharp, “if you don’t shut up and listen to me, you’ll die.”

The words slammed into your chest.

Your breathing stopped.

Another gunshot cracked outside.

Closer.

Your mother screamed your name.

Jeon Kangtae shouted orders.

Servants ran.

Chaos erupted.

But Jungkook didn’t let go of you.

Instead, he yanked you toward him and shoved you behind his body.

You stumbled, catching yourself on his back.

And you realized—

He was shielding you.

Namjoon pulled out his phone, barking commands.

Yoongi moved to the door, eyes cold.

Hoseok flipped the table slightly, pushing your mother back.

Jimin grabbed your arm.

“Stay behind us,” he hissed.

Taehyung’s expression was calm, almost amused.

But his eyes were darker now.

Predatory.

Like he’d been waiting for this.

The door to the dining hall slammed open.

A guard rushed in, blood on his sleeve.

“Sir!” he shouted to Jeon Kangtae. “They’re here!”

Jeon Kangtae’s face hardened.

“Rossi,” Namjoon muttered.

Your stomach dropped.

Rossi’s men.

Here.

At the estate.

Your knees went weak.

Your mother began sobbing quietly.

And Jungkook—

Jungkook leaned closer to your ear, his breath hot against your skin.

“You brought them here,” he murmured.

Your heart shattered.

“I didn’t—” you whispered.

But he didn’t care.

His voice turned vicious.

“You and your mother walked into this house and now Rossi’s dogs are sniffing around.”

His fingers dug into your waist, keeping you close.

Holding you.

Possessing you.

Like even in danger, he couldn’t stop himself.

Another shot rang out.

A window shattered.

Glass exploded across the floor.

Your scream tore out.

Jungkook spun instantly, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and dragging you down.

You hit the ground hard.

His body covered yours.

Warm.

Heavy.

Protective.

Your cheek pressed into his chest, and the smell of him invaded your senses.

Then you heard his voice.

Not to you.

To his brothers.

“Get her out,” Jungkook snarled.

Namjoon’s gaze snapped to you.

“Basement,” he ordered.

Jimin grabbed your arm, hauling you up.

Your legs trembled so badly you could barely stand.

You looked at your mother.

She was crying, shaking.

But Hoseok was already pulling her away.

Taehyung stepped close to you, eyes glittering.

“Don’t worry,” he said softly, almost sweet. “If Rossi wants you…”

His lips curved.

“…we’ll just have to keep you first.”

You felt sick.

Jimin yanked you toward the hallway.

You stumbled.

Then Jungkook was suddenly there again, gripping your wrist, pulling you away from Jimin.

“No,” Jungkook snapped. “I’ll take her.”

Jimin’s eyes narrowed. “You sure?”

Jungkook didn’t answer.

He just dragged you through the corridor like you weighed nothing.

Your heart pounded, your breath sharp and panicked.

You could hear shouting behind you.

Gunfire.

Glass breaking.

Guards yelling.

You were shaking so badly you couldn’t even speak.

Jungkook shoved open a door near the end of the hall.

It wasn’t a basement.

It was a hidden staircase.

He pushed you down the steps.

“You’re hurting me!” you cried.

Jungkook didn’t slow down.

“Good,” he said coldly.

Then he stopped suddenly, forcing you against the wall.

Your back hit stone.

Cold.

He stood over you, breathing hard, eyes blazing.

His hand came up and gripped your jaw.

Not gentle.

Not kind.

Possessive.

Like he couldn’t decide whether to kill you or kiss you.

“You don’t understand,” he hissed. “If Rossi gets you…”

His thumb brushed your lower lip.

Your breath hitched.

His eyes darkened at the reaction.

He leaned closer.

Close enough that your lips almost touched.

And his voice dropped into something terrifyingly soft.

“I won’t let anyone take you.”

Your heart slammed.

You hated him.

You hated him.

But your body—

Your body betrayed you, trembling under his touch.

His nostrils flared again, and his gaze flickered down your throat.

Then he inhaled.

Deep.

Like he couldn’t help it.

Like your scent was driving him insane.

His grip tightened on your jaw.

“Fuck,” he muttered, barely audible.

And then his eyes snapped back to yours.

Full of rage.

Full of hunger.

Full of obsession.

“You’re a problem,” he whispered.

Your lips parted, breath shaky.

“Then stay away from me,” you whispered back.

Jungkook smiled.

A slow, dark smile.

“I can’t.”

Then he released you abruptly and yanked you down the stairs again.

“This way,” he ordered.

And you followed—because you had no choice.

Because the house above was under attack.

Because your life was being hunted.

And because the most dangerous man in this mansion…

Was the one holding your wrist.

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[chokemenamjoonhard]

SCENT OF RUIN

One (full length) Welcome Home, Little Prey.

BTS OT7 x Reader | Dark Romance | Mafia AU

The Jeon estate didn’t feel like a home.

It felt like a museum built for monsters.

Marble floors that reflected your face back at you like a stranger. Gold-framed portraits lining the hallway—men in suits, men with dead eyes, men with power carved into their posture. Chandeliers dripping with crystals that glittered like they were mocking the idea of warmth.

Even the air smelled expensive.

Polished wood, luxury perfume, and something faintly metallic… like the ghost of violence soaked into the walls.

Your suitcase felt heavier than it should’ve. Not because it was full, but because it was all you had left.

Your mother stood beside you, dressed in cream like she was trying to look pure enough to be forgiven. Her hand trembled when she touched your shoulder.

“It’s okay,” she whispered, too softly.

It wasn’t okay.

Nothing about this was okay.

A month ago, you were still standing over your father’s courtroom seat, watching him get dragged away like a criminal animal. His face was bruised. His eyes were empty. You didn’t even know if he looked at you because he felt guilty or because he didn’t care anymore.

He’d betrayed the wrong man.

Benjamin Rossi.

A name spoken in whispers.

A mafia boss who didn’t just kill people—he erased them.

Your father had stolen from him. Taken money, weapons, information. And then tried to disappear.

Now he was behind bars.

And you and your mother were left as the price.

Protection, they called it.

A marriage contract dressed up as romance.

Your mother had met Jeon Kangtae at a charity event. A man too handsome, too calm, too polished to be real. He offered her safety. Offered her a way out.

But safety didn’t feel like this.

This felt like being sold.

The front doors shut behind you with a heavy, final thud.

The sound echoed through the mansion like a lock clicking into place.

Your chest tightened.

And then…

Footsteps.

Not the soft kind.

Not the kind belonging to maids or servants.

These footsteps were slow. Deliberate.

Like whoever was approaching didn’t rush for anyone.

You looked up.

A grand staircase curved above you like a throne’s path.

And standing there—

Seven men.

Seven shadows shaped into something dangerously human.

They were lined at the top of the stairs, not welcoming you.

Judging you.

The first one you noticed was tall, broad-shouldered, dressed in black like it was his natural skin. His expression was calm, but his eyes were sharp enough to slice.

Kim Namjoon.

The eldest.

He looked like the type of man who didn’t need to raise his voice to ruin someone’s life.

Beside him stood another—handsome in a way that felt unfair. His lips were curved into a smile, but it didn’t feel friendly.

Kim Seokjin.

He leaned against the railing like he belonged there, like this house was built for him.

Next was a man with pale skin and tired eyes, his posture lazy but his stare heavy.

Min Yoongi.

He looked at you like you were already exhausting him.

The fourth one smiled.

Bright. Beautiful. Almost charming.

But something about his grin made your stomach twist, like he enjoyed games that ended in screams.

Jung Hoseok.

The fifth was breathtaking.

There was no other word.

His face was delicate, almost angelic, but his eyes were not. His gaze traced you from head to toe like he was memorizing where you’d bruise first.

Park Jimin.

The sixth man tilted his head slightly, hair falling into his eyes. His expression was amused—like he’d been waiting for this moment.

Kim Taehyung.

And the last one…

He stood one step behind the others.

Not because he was shy.

Because he didn’t need to stand at the front to be dangerous.

He was younger. Dark-eyed. Sharp-jawed. His presence felt like a storm locked behind a calm face.

When his gaze landed on you, your skin prickled.

Like your body recognized a predator before your mind could.

Jeon Jungkook.

He didn’t smile.

He didn’t blink.

He stared at you like you were something he’d already decided he hated.

And then he started walking down the stairs.

One step at a time.

Slow.

Unhurried.

Your mother shifted beside you nervously.

Jeon Kangtae stepped forward, placing a hand on her waist like she belonged to him already.

“My sons,” he said smoothly, voice rich with authority. “This is Elle. And her daughter.”

His hand tightened around your mother possessively.

“And this,” he continued, “is your new family.”

Your stomach churned at the word.

Family.

Namjoon didn’t react. Jin’s smile widened. Yoongi’s eyes narrowed like he was already annoyed. Hoseok looked amused. Jimin’s lips parted slightly, as if tasting the moment. Taehyung’s eyes gleamed with quiet curiosity.

And Jungkook…

He reached the bottom step.

Now he was only a few feet away.

Close enough for you to see the small scar near his eyebrow. Close enough to see the way his eyes darkened as he looked at you.

Not your face.

Not your eyes.

Your throat.

Your wrists.

The way you held your suitcase too tight.

And then he inhaled.

It was subtle.

Barely noticeable.

But you saw it.

His nostrils flared faintly.

His chest rose.

And his gaze sharpened like something inside him snapped awake.

He stepped closer.

Too close.

Your heart slammed.

Your instinct screamed to step back, but pride rooted you to the floor.

Jungkook leaned forward slightly—not touching, not yet, but invading your space like it was his right.

And then his voice dropped.

Soft.

Dangerous.

“So,” he murmured, eyes locked on yours, “this is her.”

His tone made your skin crawl.

Like you weren’t a person.

Like you were a new toy brought into the house.

Jeon Kangtae smiled.

“Yes. She’ll be staying with us from now on.”

Jungkook’s gaze flickered briefly to your mother.

Then back to you.

“Lucky us,” Jin said lightly, descending the stairs with slow elegance. He walked past you like you were furniture, then turned and offered your mother a charming smile.

“Welcome, stepmother.”

Your mother stiffened, forcing a polite nod.

“Thank you… Jin.”

He tilted his head. “You can call me Seokjin. We’re family now, after all.”

His voice was sweet.

But his eyes weren’t.

Namjoon descended next, hands in his pockets, calm as a man attending a business meeting instead of welcoming strangers into his home.

“Rules,” he said simply, stopping near you.

One word.

Cold.

Your father—no, your stepfather—sighed as if he’d expected this.

“Namjoon.”

Namjoon’s gaze didn’t shift.

“In this house,” Namjoon continued, voice even, “we don’t like surprises.”

His eyes settled on you.

“So don’t become one.”

Your throat tightened.

You swallowed, forcing your voice to work. “I don’t want to be here.”

A beat of silence.

Then Yoongi laughed quietly.

It wasn’t a happy laugh.

It was the kind that came from disbelief.

“You think we want you here?” Yoongi muttered, walking down the stairs like he couldn’t be bothered.

He stopped beside Jungkook, eyes half-lidded.

“You’re here because your mother wanted money and protection.”

Your mother flinched like she’d been slapped.

“Yoongi,” Jeon Kangtae warned, voice sharpening.

But Yoongi didn’t care.

He shrugged. “Just saying what everyone’s thinking.”

Hoseok descended next, still smiling, still warm.

But the closer he got, the more you realized his warmth was a mask.

He stopped in front of you and leaned slightly, peering at your face like he was inspecting a bruise.

“Pretty,” he said softly.

Your stomach dropped.

His eyes sparkled.

“But pretty things break easy.”

Your fingers tightened around your suitcase handle until your knuckles turned white.

Jimin came down next, graceful and quiet, like a cat.

He stopped on your other side, so close his shoulder nearly brushed yours.

You could smell his cologne—sweet and expensive.

He smiled.

And it made you uneasy because it wasn’t cruel.

It was almost… delighted.

“You look like you bite,” he said softly.

Then he leaned closer, voice lowering into something intimate.

“I hope you do.”

Heat crept up your neck, but it wasn’t embarrassment.

It was anger.

Taehyung followed, hands in his pockets, his expression thoughtful like he was trying to decide whether you were interesting enough to keep alive.

He stopped in front of you.

His gaze was slow.

Heavy.

He looked at your suitcase.

Then your shoes.

Then your face.

“You’re smaller than I expected,” he murmured.

You narrowed your eyes. “Excuse me?”

Taehyung’s smile deepened.

“Oh,” he said, voice smooth, “you do bite.”

He turned away like he’d already grown bored.

And then Jungkook spoke again.

“You’re going to stay on the third floor,” he said, voice casual.

Jeon Kangtae frowned. “That’s not—”

“It is,” Jungkook cut in.

Your stepfather’s jaw tightened. He didn’t like being challenged.

But Jungkook didn’t look at him.

He looked at you.

“The third floor is ours,” Jungkook continued. “And if she’s family now…”

His eyes flickered down your body again.

Slow.

Possessive.

“…then she stays where we can see her.”

Your lungs forgot how to breathe.

Your mother stepped forward quickly. “I’d prefer if she stayed closer to me—”

Jungkook’s gaze snapped to her.

It was the first time his expression changed.

His eyes darkened.

His voice stayed calm, but the threat underneath it was unmistakable.

“You don’t get to prefer anything.”

Silence dropped like a guillotine.

Jeon Kangtae’s hand tightened on your mother’s waist.

Then he chuckled, as if this was amusing.

“Jungkook,” he said lightly, “be polite.”

Jungkook’s smile was sharp.

“I am being polite.”

Then his gaze returned to you.

And you felt it.

That sickening certainty.

That he wasn’t just angry.

He was fixated.

Like something about you offended him.

Like something about you tempted him.

You hated the way his eyes lingered on your throat again.

Like he could smell you.

Like he could taste you.

Like you were something he wanted to ruin.

“Come,” Namjoon said abruptly.

A maid appeared as if summoned by fear itself.

“Take their bags,” Namjoon instructed.

You instinctively pulled your suitcase closer.

“No,” you said.

The maid froze.

Namjoon’s eyes narrowed.

“You’ll learn quickly,” he said, voice low, “that in this house, you don’t say no.”

Your pulse pounded.

But you lifted your chin anyway.

“I’m not your servant.”

Jin laughed again, soft and amused.

“Oh,” he said, “you’re going to be so fun.”

Jimin’s lips curved.

Yoongi muttered something under his breath.

Hoseok looked entertained.

Taehyung’s eyes glimmered like he’d just found a new favorite show.

And Jungkook—

Jungkook stepped closer.

So close you had to tilt your head slightly to look up at him.

He leaned down, his voice only for you now.

“You’re right,” he murmured.

You held his gaze, refusing to flinch.

He smiled.

“But you’re also wrong.”

His fingers brushed your suitcase handle.

Not gripping it.

Just touching it.

And that touch felt like a warning carved into your skin.

“You’re not our servant,” he whispered.

His eyes flicked to your lips.

Then back to your eyes.

“You’re our problem.”

He tugged the suitcase gently, forcing you to let go.

You resisted, but he was stronger.

And when the suitcase slipped from your grip, you felt it—

The first piece of control leaving you.

Jungkook handed it to the maid without looking away from you.

Then he straightened.

“Dinner is at eight,” Namjoon said, turning away.

“Don’t be late,” Yoongi added lazily.

“Wear something nice,” Jin said. “Or don’t. Either way, we’ll enjoy it.”

Your stomach turned.

Your mother grabbed your hand as the men started walking away, disappearing into the mansion like they owned the air itself.

Which they did.

Because they owned this house.

And now…

They owned you.

You were halfway up the stairs when Jungkook’s voice stopped you.

“Y/N.”

You froze.

No one had called you that in a long time.

Your mother used to say it when you were little. When you’d cry over scraped knees. When you’d hide from storms.

Hearing it now from his mouth felt wrong.

Dirty.

You turned slowly.

Jungkook was still standing at the bottom of the stairs, watching you.

His eyes were unreadable.

His voice softened.

But that only made it worse.

“Don’t forget,” he said, “you’re here because we let you be.”

Your nails dug into your palm.

“I didn’t ask for this,” you snapped.

Jungkook smiled.

“I know,” he said quietly.

Then he tilted his head, inhaling again like he couldn’t help it.

Like he was addicted already.

“And that’s what makes it so interesting.”

Your skin prickled.

Your mother pulled you upstairs, whispering frantic reassurance, but you barely heard her.

Because your mind was stuck on his eyes.

On his tone.

On the way he said your name like it belonged to him.

By the time you reached the third floor, the hallway stretched long and dim, lit by soft golden lamps.

It was quieter up here.

Too quiet.

The air felt different.

More private.

More dangerous.

The maid opened a door at the end of the hall.

“This is your room, miss,” she said quietly.

You stepped inside.

It was large.

Bigger than your old bedroom. Bigger than your entire old apartment.

A king-sized bed. Velvet curtains. A private bathroom. A balcony overlooking the estate grounds.

It should’ve felt like luxury.

Instead it felt like a gilded prison cell.

Because the door clicked shut behind you.

And then…

You heard another sound.

A door opening across the hall.

Slow footsteps.

Coming closer.

You turned toward the window, heart pounding.

Then you heard a knock.

Not polite.

Not hesitant.

A knock that sounded like someone already owned the room.

You didn’t answer.

The door opened anyway.

Jungkook stepped inside like he belonged there.

Like it was his room too.

His hands were in his pockets.

His expression calm.

But his eyes were darker now, like something had settled into him.

Something obsessive.

You took a step back instinctively.

“What are you doing?” you demanded.

Jungkook’s gaze flicked around your room.

Then back to you.

“I’m making sure you understand,” he said.

Your throat tightened. “Understand what?”

He walked closer.

Slow.

Unhurried.

The way predators stalk prey that can’t escape.

He stopped right in front of you.

You could smell him now.

Leather. Soap. Heat.

And something else—something feral underneath the surface.

He leaned down slightly.

Not touching you.

But close enough that his breath brushed your cheek.

“You’re not just in our house,” he murmured.

His eyes locked on yours.

“You’re in our territory.”

Your heart hammered so violently it hurt.

“And if you try to act like you belong…”

His gaze flickered down to your throat again.

Your pulse jumped.

His lips twitched, like he was amused by your fear.

“I’ll remind you,” he whispered.

“Every day.”

Your voice came out shakier than you wanted.

“Get out.”

Jungkook paused.

Then he smiled.

A slow, sharp curve of his mouth.

“Not yet,” he said softly.

And then his eyes darkened again.

“Not until I get bored of you.”

He turned toward the door.

But before leaving, he stopped.

Looked over his shoulder.

“And Y/N?”

Your stomach dropped.

“Yes?” you snapped, trying to sound brave.

Jungkook’s gaze raked over you one last time.

Then he spoke in a voice so quiet it felt like a secret meant only for your skin.

“You smell good.”

The words hit you like a slap.

You stood frozen as he stepped out and closed the door behind him.

And only when the silence returned did you realize the truth.

This wasn’t going to be a normal life.

This wasn’t going to be a normal family.

This was a war.

And you had just walked into the enemy’s home. Next>>

[chokemenamjoonhard]

SCENT OF RUIN

CHAPTER ONE (teaser)

Welcome Home, Little Prey.

The Jeon estate didn’t feel like a home.

It felt like a kingdom built on marble, gold, and quiet violence.

The kind of place where footsteps echoed too loudly, and every hallway felt like it had eyes.

You stood at the entrance, suitcase at your feet, your mother beside you in a cream dress that didn’t match the grief still lingering on her skin.

Elle Castlemaine looked like she belonged here.

You didn’t.

Your gaze flickered over the grand staircase, the chandelier above, the polished floors reflecting your silhouette like a stranger.

Then the front doors shut behind you.

The sound was final.

A seal.

A sentence.

Your mother exhaled shakily. “It’s okay,” she whispered, as if saying it would make it true.

But your throat felt tight.

Because you already knew this wasn’t okay.

Not when your father was imprisoned.

Not when your family name was being hunted by Rossi’s men.

Not when the only reason you were here was because your mother had married a man powerful enough to keep you alive.

A man whose wealth was rumored to come from dealings that weren’t legal.

A man who didn’t look at you like a father.

He looked at you like an obligation.

Then you heard it.

Footsteps.

Slow. Heavy.

Descending.

And when you turned, your blood went cold.

Seven men.

Seven shadows carved into human form.

They stood at the top of the staircase like gods watching something crawl into their temple.

The first one you recognized was Namjoon.

Tall. Broad. Expression unreadable.

His gaze landed on you like he was measuring how much trouble you’d be.

Beside him, Jin leaned lazily against the railing, lips curled into a polite smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

Yoongi looked bored—until his eyes narrowed slightly, like you were an annoyance he hadn’t asked for.

Hoseok smiled warmly.

But it was the kind of warmth that felt fake, like sunlight before a storm.

Jimin tilted his head, studying you like you were something delicate he wanted to crush.

Taehyung looked amused.

Like he already knew exactly how you would break.

And then there was the last one.

The one standing just a step behind the rest.

Black hair. Dark eyes.

A sharp jaw.

A presence that felt too intense for someone so young.

He didn’t smile.

He didn’t blink.

He stared at you like you were a problem.

Like you were prey.

Your stomach tightened when his gaze dropped briefly to your lips.

Then your throat.

Then your hands.

And then he inhaled.

A subtle breath.

But you noticed.

Because his eyes changed.

Just slightly.

Like he’d tasted something in the air.

Something that belonged to you.

Your scent.

And the look he gave you after that?

It wasn’t hatred anymore.

It was something darker.

Something hungry.

Your stepbrother’s voice cut through the silence.

“So,” he said, slowly walking down the stairs, “this is her.”

He stopped in front of you.

Close enough that you could smell him—clean soap, expensive cologne, and something dangerous underneath.

He leaned forward slightly.

Not enough to touch.

But enough to invade.

You stiffened.

His gaze locked onto yours.

And his voice dropped into something almost soft.

Almost intimate.

“Welcome home,” he murmured.

Then he smiled.

Not kindly.

Not warmly.

But like a threat.

“Little prey.” Next>>

[chokemenamjoonhard]

SCENT OF RUIN

BTS OT7 x Reader | Dark Romance | Mafia AU

PROLOGUE

Family is everything… until it becomes a cage.

I always knew my father was a cold-hearted bastard.

The kind of man who didn’t flinch at blood.

The kind who smiled at funerals.

The kind who could bury his wife and still smell like expensive cologne and power.

But the moment he brought her into our home—barely a month after my mother’s death—something feral woke inside me.

A rage so violent it didn’t feel human.

Elle Castlemaine.

A woman with soft hands, polished nails, and eyes that pretended innocence while standing beside my father like she belonged there.

And her daughter.

You.

You walked through the front doors of the Jeon estate like a ghost—quiet, pale, holding a small suitcase like it was the only thing keeping you from collapsing.

You didn’t cry.

That was the first thing I noticed.

Not when my father introduced you.

Not when the maids whispered.

Not when the chandeliers reflected off your eyes like shards of glass.

You just stood there, stiff, controlled, as if you’d already accepted the fact that your life was over.

And maybe it was.

Because everyone in Seoul knew the truth.

Your father had betrayed Benjamin Rossi, the Stidda Mafia boss.

He stole money.

He stole weapons.

He stole secrets.

And now he was rotting behind bars while you and your mother were dragged into my father’s home like trophies.

Protection.

That’s what my father called it.

A deal.

A marriage.

A convenient way to keep Rossi from slaughtering you both.

But I didn’t care about your ruined family.

I didn’t care that your father was a criminal.

Didn’t care that you’d lost your home.

Didn’t care that your life was being hunted like prey.

All I cared about was the sound that haunted the halls at night.

The moans coming from my father’s bedroom.

Soft.

Feminine.

Wrong.

And I hated you for it.

Even though it wasn’t you making those sounds.

It was your mother.

Still, when my father slipped a diamond ring onto Elle Castlemaine’s finger—

You became mine.

Mine to glare at across dinner tables.

Mine to make uncomfortable.

Mine to remind that you didn’t belong here.

Because you weren’t family.

You were an intruder.

A stain.

A replacement.

And I wasn’t the only one who thought so.

My brothers did too.

Kim Namjoon, the eldest, the quiet storm.

Kim Seokjin, who smiled like a knife.

Min Yoongi, cold-eyed and cruel in silence.

Jung Hoseok, whose laughter could turn into something dark.

Park Jimin, beautiful and dangerous.

Kim Taehyung, unpredictable, amused by suffering.

And me.

Jeon Jungkook.

The youngest, but the most vicious when it came to what belonged to us.

You became our favorite obsession.

Our sick game.

Our entertainment.

Because watching you try to survive in our house?

It was addictive.

Watching you pretend you didn’t flinch when we walked too close?

Even better.

But then something worse happened.

Something I didn’t expect.

I started noticing you.

Your voice.

Your stubborn pride.

Your eyes that held fire even when your hands trembled.

And your scent.

God.

Your scent was a curse.

Warm and soft, like something forbidden.

Like something meant to be held down into the sheets and ruined until it forgot how to resist.

I hated you.

I hated you so much it hurt.

But the more I hated you…

The more my body betrayed me.

The more my thoughts circled you like a predator.

And the moment I realized I didn’t just want to break you—

I wanted to keep you—

I knew I was already doomed.

Because in this house, nothing stayed innocent.

Not for long.

This is experimental au I don't know yet if I should continue with this tbh. Lol

Let me know what you think.

Next>>

[youmyjhope]

Min Yoongi Eating Your Pussy / Audio Smut

What an interesting request:)) guys pls give me more requests, making them is so fun

Imagine Yoongi eating you out in his house while his favourite song is playing. 💀

im wet af

Idk what to say anymore. I created a masterpiece.

do not repost

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Time~OT7 Werewolf Au

Chapter Five: Breakfast 

Summary: Time. It’s always passing by, always changing things that you wish stayed the same. It brought the good and it brought the bad, hell it brought the down right best time in your life. The best thing in your life came with time. It came with some stumbled steps, tough spots…it came with time.

Pairing: Werewolf!BTS X Werewolf!reader

Warning: Angst, mentions of violence, sexual assault, blood, gore, sex, matting, bitting, knotting, insecurities, slow burn. Fluff, and just one of my stories tbh.

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You felt sick. Your hands were shaking as your arms wrapped around your middle, fingers gripping the sweater that smelt almost so much like Jin, the sweet cinnamon scent almost too much. Your mind couldn’t wrap around what Jimin wanted to submit to you. To give you a piece of himself so open, so freely without even knowing who you were, what you were and where you came from. The sick feeling, twisting in your stomach, only grew with the two Omegas in front of you, staring at you, Jin with a knowing look and Jimin with wide blown out eyes.

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It could be a wolf, you reckoned, but it was too big. It sprang in and out of the tree line, seemingly chasing the train. Though before you could inspect it further, its gaze met yours, peculiarly silver eyes boring into yours, widening for a moment in disbelief, and then it disappeared.

• type: Namjoon x f! reader • genre: hybrid! au, angst & fluff • w/c: 3.3k

• note! the reader has glasses and it’s for plot reasons and the reason is here • c/w: discussions of illness, violence, strangling, murder (yeah, we're going from zero to hundred)

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“At least thirty eight people have been reported dead after mudslides and overflooding of several rivers. Local authorities have come underneath heavy criticism of the belated response as forecasters have been warning of severe torrential downpour for weeks now. The largest damage has been inflicted on Odulin.”

As the car doors slammed shut you turned away from the broadcast. The Ducharme family, having just lost their house, had packed and were leaving to live with their relatives. At least they were alive. And keeping quiet about the mysteriously intelligent wolf whose place had taken a large man. Neither of you discussed the events that took place, parting almost amicably. You soberly waved them off, the little boy, Danny Ducharme, giving you one last tearful look before he blurred into nothingness. 

Poor kid. 

“Here are some pants and shirts. They should fit him,” Mrs Paskew waddled out, holding in her hand a plastic bag full of clothes. “I wrangled them from old Sandyman and he’s a big guy. In any case, they’re clean, you can use them as rags if you like.”

You had to squint to see anything but colours. It was nothing too fancy, largely jeans and flannels but you were grateful to have anything right now. And so will Namjoon. Your friend from the city who arrived at the most unfortunate of times, should anyone ask. 

“Now take some of this,” Mrs Paskew pulled you out of your thoughts by shoving yet another bag in your overexerted hands. 

“No, Mrs Paskew…”

“Don’t even try to give it back! Now here are eggs, I know you like them, and a chunk of pork. Some fruits as well. The road's blocked all the way in the west, god knows when I’ll get another supply.”

“You don’t have to do all of this” you murmured but she only waved. 

“Nonsense! Neighbours should help each other out. How is your “friend” doing?”

It didn’t go amiss how her eyes twinkled in mischief at Namjoon’s mention. 

“Settling in,” you vaguely replied. 

“That’s good. Will he be staying for long?”

Now that you also were curious about but he was suspiciously unhelpful about it. 

“I go where you go,” he had said and you tried to be not too delusional about it but he had stayed in the town hall and when you were allowed into Onsilvaekst right by your side. You prayed it wasn’t some misplaced gratitude but Namjoon seemed happy. Relaxed, even. 

“Depends on him,” you answered after a moment of silence. 

She gave you a mysterious smile. 

“They get attached fast, you know,” she smirked. “Once you’re their person they don’t let go for nothing.”

A cold shiver ran up your spine. 

“They?” you faintly echoed. 

“Romantics!”

You suppressed a sigh of relief.

“He’s got a nice, romantic face and those eyes - phew! Boy’s a charmer.”

You shook your head at her antics. 

Onsilvaekst had luckily not been flooded, its houses stood firm, even your janky shed. The same couldn't be said about gardens. Overwatered and sinking in mud, the vegetation was destroyed promising a winter of hardship but at least everyone was alive. 

The walk back home was hard. You had no glasses and living half blind was taxing work. Gradually your head began to ache and that in turn caused itching in the gums. Much like a teething child, recently you found yourself biting on anything hard to release that pain. 

A yelp in the distance caused you to jump and you heard him long before you spotted the white blur at the end of a farming field of an unknown neighbour. They were dead and either had no family or they simply never bothered to visit the property left behind as such you and Namjoon often used it as a shortcut. 

“Be careful, there’s an incline -!” 

The warning came too late and Namjoon somersaulted over the unseen dip on the ground. 

“How have you not snapped your neck is nothing short of a miracle,” you sighed as he shook out the fall. 

A wet nose landed on your stomach before he let out sharp whines, clawing at the ground. 

“I feel fine!” you huffed. “Stop insisting I’m sick!”

Apparently you smelt bitter.

Immediately his large head began to fervently rub against your clothes. You were fine with him scenting you, it being a natural part of mammalian hybrids as long as he didn’t literally pee on you - a remark which had you looking at his offended back for the entirety of the evening. Once he was satisfied and the mysterious bitter scent was masked you lugged the bags into his mouth. 

“Make yourself useful,” you grumbled and reached to hug him for stability. Going home was usually spent like this - peaceful, with you carding through his fur that was smoothing out by the day and him carrying something back, the fluffy tail swishing avidly behind. It was unusual but not unwelcome. Namjoon was comfortable. 

You examined him from the corner of your eye. 

The hybrid status explained his oddity but not his appearance. He was simply too…big for any natural born hybrid. Not to mention his strength and speed. It was as though he was a weapon, set loose in the world and subsequently forgotten about. Instinctively you turned to where the mountains were. It wasn’t at all an unlikely theory. Still…did it matter? Namjoon had not mentioned it once, showing more concern for either your garden or you, or when the next meal is going to be. Perhaps it would serve no use to poke at the dead past. As you lingered, Namjoon bayed and nosed your shin. 

“Yeah, yeah, I’m moving,” you groused, leaving the hills be hills. 

“Go to a doctor.”

“Jesus!”

The plate dropped into the skin dousing you both in soap water. 

Unhelpfully Namjoon patted you down with the damp towel he'd previously used to dry his hair.

"Your smell is off," he insisted with a worried frown. "But you're not ovulating and you're not on your period."

"Which is not something you should be so privy to," flushing, you cut him off.

He shrugged carelessly in response.

"It's quite normal part of biology."

"I'm getting my glasses tomorrow. I'll go for a quick checkup if there's time."

That pleased him and immediately you felt his head brush against yours in approval. As his arms snaked around your waist you couldn't not question the nature of his attachment. Even for a hybrid this was close. Abruptly he sneezed right into your hair.

"Gross," you grumbled, trying to wrench yourself free of his hold. The muscles of his arms were nothing to scoff at and in a way it was even more heartwarming to see how eagerly he used that strength to care for flowers, inspect the crawling bugs, turn the pages of old books. Any other hybrid of his disposition would be a mercenary or at the very least be recruited for police force but not Namjoon - he thrived in this quiet Eden, simultaneously being a wise, experiences man and a child chasing squirrels. It was yet another unanswered question - just for how long had he been alone?

He was quite educated and absorbed information like a sponge but his clumsiness ruled out any meticulous military training any hybrid breeding centre would enforce upon him.

You shook your head solemnly. He was safe now and with some company even if unexpectedly it was yours.

"Peel the potatoes," at long last you managed to slip away from hid grasp and hand a bag of Mrs Paskew's gifted stock. Watching this ginormous man grow confused over the logistics of a peeler was entertainment in itself but his recurrent aversion to your smell had wormed its way into your heart.

"You can make a trip home" your mother puffed on the other side of the phone line. "It's not so far."

"It's not the distance..." you muttered, nibbling at the skin of your fingers whilst laying in bed.

Namjoon poked a head through the door, cautiously padding to the bed, careful not to make any suspicious noise.

"It's just I...made a friend and I don't want to leave him alone."

Namjoon shifted awkwardly by the side.

"You've got a boyfriend?!" your mother shrieks jubilant. "Bring him over! Please! Whose the miracle worker who managed to capture your heart?"

"Just a...guy," you evaded. "I've got to go, mom, okay?"

"Okay but don't think you can hide him forever!"

"Wouldn't dream of it."

When the call ended, you plopped down on the bed - weary.

"She's very enthusiastic," Namjoon commented off hand.

"Too much," you replied face mushed in the pillow before turning back to face him.

"You're," you waved a vague gesture. "You're in a human form."

"Yeah," he scratched awkwardly by his ear. "I can...change if you like."

"I don't really care. Stay in which form you like," you shrugged and a small smile bloomed onto his face after which he nestled underneath the covers, long limbs falling over the edges. He was sweltering, burning up like a heater, so much so it lulled you to sleep. This was the first time he laid here as human and despite the change being weird it wasn't entirely unpleasant.

Namjoon reached to grab the book you were in the middle of getting through.

"You don't mind, do you?" he asked with a nervous tint.

"Knock yourself out. I can't see anyway."

"Then I'll read to you."

Listening to Namjoon reading was a calming experience. His deep voice was soothing and he seemed to know every word than any writer had ever come up with. It wasn't long before you were practically drooling into the pillowcase. When he tentatively reached to stroke your head, you didn't stir keeping the moment in your memory like a fly encased in amber.

To say that returning back home, well to the city that is, your city, felt strange was an severe understatement. Onsilvaekst truly was like an entirely different world, like a strip torn out of an abandoned fantasy. Streetlights, rushing, screaming and advertisements rained down upon you so hard, it was almost overpowering. For the first time since moving you found your heart pulled backwards, back to the humid forests, shattered glasshouses and a kind hybrid who'd broken into your life and endearingly refused to leave.

Namjoon wouldn't like the city. For a hybrid such as him the hectic life would oftentimes induce a sensory overload. He was used to quiet, to vast skies and greenery not concrete jungle and yellow discount signs. He belonged in the old, wilden world of nature unrestrained.

As you wandered through the streets to the optical clinic, you considered what was it that you were actually losing - some cafes, festivals? Not that much. Far below gaining a genuine connection. Maybe moving to Onsilvaeskt should be considered a longer term decision.

"Quite a while since you've been with us," the doctor noted whole inspecting your eyes.

"Yeah...haven't had the time," you lied.

"Which one is clearer the red or the green?"

The proto glasses on your face, a veritable torture device, were tearing your head off and also those two circles were the same.

"Re-green."

"Are you sure?"

"No."

"Okay, this one?"

"To the left. Wait is this one left?" you waved to your right.

The doctor pursed her lips.

"No."

You sat, trying to physically squeeze the pain out of your gums whilst the frames and the lenses were made. The loan for something that you needed to survive already was tucked in a golder to be sent to correlating authorities. You couldn't help but wander what Namjoon was doing. Was he tending the ruined garden - tired but determined for it to flourish once more? Or, God forbid, was he in the kitchen trying to make a cup of tea and setting something on fire? You do hoped it was not the latter.

He's not a child, you scolded yourself, he'll do fine.

"Here you go," your new glasses were stretched out and eagerly you put them on your face, keen to see the world again only...only even with the glasses the haze remained. It took a while, a long while for your vision to clear up. And even then it fluctuated between muddy and clear.

"With my eyesight...is it possible to go blind over time?"

"It's possible. Macular degeneration is not uncommon per se but it occurs to people over fifty."

"Is there anything else?"

"Oh, a lot of things. Cataracts, glaucoma."

"What about cancer?"

She paused and you clenched your palms in a fist, head threatening to rupture in on itself.

"It's possible if a brain tumor presses hard enough on the optic nerve," she explained slowly. "If you believe there is something wrong there is no harm in doing a checkup but knowing your family history it's most likely just genetics."

You thanked her numbly and left, head submerged somewhere between rain clouds and gravel underneath. Service dogs could smell oncoming seizures and illnesses before any official diagnoses. Something internal had changed in your body and it must be something given how adamant Namjoon was. But you felt fine! The spotty vision and itchy gums were the only giveaways out of norm but those were minuscule, right? And yet how many people thought they were fine until they weren't?

Namjoon was exceedingly slow to pick up the phone. You almost assumed he was out but after many persistent rings to your home office phone, there came a hesitant -

"Hello?"

"It's just me," an immediate sigh of relief could be heard. "Listen, I'm going to stay just a day longer, alright?"

"Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, I'm just...just going to go do a checkup so you would stop pestering," you joked flatly hoping he'd buy the lightheartedness in your tone.

"Okay. You've eaten anything?"

A black jeep barely managed to halt before plowing you down right in the middle of the crossing.

"Hey, asshole, watch the fucking road!" you cursed but the car swerved past, leaving you in the dust.

"Hey! What happened?!" Namjoon called out whilst you scoffed at the speeding car.

"Nothing," you groused. "Just some people shouldn't have a licence."

"Abnormalities?" you echoed faintly as the doctor scheduled you for a CAT scan.

"Yes, abnormal growths leading your bite to be uneven. It seems something is pushing your teeth back which is why your gums are itching."

"I'm...teething?"

Your doctor tapped the pencil to her forehead, deep in thought.

"It's not usual for a human to develop new frontal teeth in adulthood. It's really hard to say without an x-ray. It could be hyperdonia but I don't know...it doesn't seem like it. The condition itself is rare so at this stage it's best not to prematurely assume anything."

"Can growing extra teeth cause vision loss?"

"There is a Nance-Horan syndrome which does affect both teeth and eyes but it's genetic. If you don't have a history of it in your family there's no way you should have it."

"I don't know my father's side," you told her quietly, rooted into the seat, gaze locked on your lap.

She smiled at you understandingly.

"The CAT scan is in three days. Let's see what shows up there and then we can decide what to do, alright?"

You nodded.

The walk to the central train station was a blur. It wasn't lethal, some of these illnesses that were named as the potential cause, still the knowledge that something was wrong sat heavy upon your shoulders. You thought you'd remain numb all the way home if not for the man staring at you. He was large and burly, and quite frankly unsettled you quite a bit. He tried to be inconspicuous but from the corner of your eye you saw him narrow you down every other minute. You moved - he moved. Your palms began to sweat as you gripped the railing of the public bus. The doors to a stop opened and you thought maybe to run out, to lose him that way but it was dashed out when another two men stepped in. They crossed gazes, seemingly surreptitious, but in your gut you knew they knew each other and for some reason they were fixating on you.

Calm down, calm down, calm down, rung in your head on a repeat. Could you scream? Go to the police?

These were not ordinary drunks though. They moved in a coordinated fashion and to you reminded more of marines than a group of thugs. When the doors opened next your legs trembled but you forced yourself to appear absolutely still as though you had no intention at all to get off this dammed bus. Yet when the beep came, signalling they're about to close you bolted through. You ran without looking back but in the general direction of the main street where people were promised to be. Still you heard someone chasing you. At least one of them had managed to squeeze through anyway. Your lungs burned and your heart was giving out the longer you ran and when you slowed down enough, he simply punted you to the ground. It didn't matter that there were people around, you both tousled and before anyone could move to your aid, he grabbed you away, into much quieter side alleys. Your head met the brick wall with a solid thud as he squeezed a hand over your neck so hard you thought in fright he'd break it.

"Where is he?" he asked absolutely calm if not slightly contemptuous whilst without a doubt killing you. Air run out quickly and the only sound you heard was the rushing of your own blood in your ears. You clawed and kicked but it didn't do much damage.

"I'm going to ask just one more time where is the hybrid?"

From the depths of your consciousness that single question pulled all the spite you had ever possessed.

"Fuck you," you whispered back and in a flash of ingenious logic and common sense you leaned down just enough to bite into his wrist.

You sunk your teeth deeply, far more deeper than an instinct allowed and he screamed in pain but proceeded to slap you across the face anyway. You already assumed he'd kick you, beat you to death in this small, dirty side street but then a growl rang through the air and something bright flashed past.

You'd never seen Namjoon this enraged, wolf form or otherwise. The man who a second ago seemed like a giant to you was positively dwarfed as Namjoon stalked him into the corner. His teeth were exposed and continuous snarls fell out of his mouth. The man reached for something by his ankle - a knife, a gun! But then be crumpled into himself. Drool began to seep out of his mouth as he visibly became disorientated. You both watched dumbfounded how he tossed to and fro from the side as though inebriated before he fell down and moved no more.

Namjoon was first one to move, cautiously prodding him with his snout but if the open, speechless mouth was any indication this man was truly dead.

"Thank you," you choked back a sob, reaching out to hug him but he flinched back which nearly made you burst into full blown belated panic attack. Tentatively sniffing the air around you, he at last pushed you to stand to the wall, turned away from the corpse. Wet, squelching and breaking sounds followed and you gagged hearing them. He was shifting.

"You can turn around," Namjoon's quiet voice soothed you. He was naked, of course, but instead you focused on the dead stranger.

"Wh-Why would he just drop dead?" you asked, trembling from head to toe.

"It was you," he cautiously explained, reaching out to hold your hand while pointing at the bleeding bite mark on the man's wrist.

"What?"

"______________, I...I think you might be a hybrid."

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Exiled: What is she? ✧Chapter 3✧

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Genres: Fantasy, Supernatural, Werewolf! AU, angst, hurt, fluff

Series rating: Mature

Summary: I have spent half my life in exile. I woke up in the middle of the forest with no memories. I don't know who I am, how I ended up like this, I don't know if someone is looking for me or even if I have a family. The only thing I know for sure is that I must hide and that when the full moon is at its highest, disaster begins.

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Author's note: I'm back. Sorry for not updating earlier. I had been with final exams and started the new semester at the university. I'm still trying to catch up on the subjects 🤭 I'm not very happy with this chapter that has been in editing since the end of February, it didn't turn out as I thought but here is chapter 3. I hope you enjoy it!!

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When I woke up in the middle of the forest, a little over 10 years ago, the sun was at its best. The singing of the birds was the only thing that broke the tranquility of the forest and the fresh breeze that rose had made me shiver.

I got up from where I was lying on the floor. I looked at my clothes and hands which were dirty with mud and what appeared to be dried blood. I didn't know what had happened to me, I couldn't remember anything or how I had gotten there. I should have been scared but the only thing I felt was an immense relief as if a great weight had been lifted from me as if I was finally free.

I remember searching the place for any sign of where it might be, but I didn't recognize anything. I didn't worry, I kept walking until I found a river where I could wash. I looked at my reflection in the water, I could tell that something had changed in me but I didn't know what.

Suddenly I was on alert, I could feel the danger and the adrenaline running through my body. I stood up and started running, I had to escape, hide. I knew that this was the only way to survive. To what? I don't know, but I had to if I wanted my freedom.

That same survival instinct is kicking in right now. If these werewolves could smell my moods, they'd be more nervous than they are. My anxiety is at a level that even I can't stand, but externally I am alert, one step away from running for my life.

I observe and analyze each of the wolves, there are twelve in total: nine in animal form and three in their human form, all alphas. None took their eyes off me, when I took another step back they all growled and some threatened to pounce. I stayed still, on alert, watching Taehyung, who had his back turned, looking at each other with a boy who exuded great power, he was tall, with brown hair and broad shoulders, he held a sword and his eyes had a particular shine. They were communicating through their mental link. And it was there that I knew it was not a good idea to accompany him.

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Royal Pack - Castle

SeokJin's POV

It had been three days since we were not known where is Taehyung, three days since Yoongi was not taking his medications and was about to lose control, three days since Namjoon was unbearable, three days since my parents went on trips, quiet trusting us with the pack and the kingdom, and everything was going down the drain.

As the eldest of my brothers and future king, I had to keep calm and think cold, not let myself be carried away by emotions or instincts, although when it comes to Taehyung, it is a bit difficult. Luckily, I had Hoseok by my side to help me stay focused. Indeed, I was with him when I was informed of intruders approaching the northern border of the pack and that possibly one of them could be Taehyung.

When we arrived at the border with Hoseok, it was indeed Taehyung, he was standing in our territory with clothes that were not his, nor his style, he gave me a slight smile, but I could see sadness in his eyes. Something had happened to him, it was clear. I wanted to hug him and tell him that he was safe, but I had to appear neutral. I looked him straight in the eyes and spoke to him through the mental link:

-What happened?! Where were you, Taehyung?! Do you know how worried we were?!

-Hyung! Something happened, I…

He was unable to finish because grunting could be heard from the members of the barracks on duty. It was there that I realized the girl who was on the side of the free border.

-Who is she?

-OH! She helped me and healed my wounds. Now we must help her.

A gleam of happiness appeared in Taehyung's eyes as he remembered that the girl was there. I couldn't continue asking him because he turned around and walked over to her.

“Come on, it's time to repay your kindness,” Taehyung said, holding his arm out for her to take.

"Needless. Also, I don't think it's a good idea to enter your territory”, said the girl looking alertly at the guards.

There was something about her that caught my attention, I didn't know if it was her lack of scent, why she helped Taehyung, or my little brother's sudden interest in this girl. If there is something that characterizes Taehyung it is his lack of interest in people, as he says, very few people deserve his attention and this girl just caught him.

"But you said Ji-"

“You're allowed to pass,” I said, interrupting Taehyung. I needed to know what happened and who this girl was. Namjoon would probably scream to the heavens and call me reckless, but he's not here to discuss it.

With Namjoon we had reached the agreement that, he as the future pack leader and I as the future king, we should talk and resolve situations together and without making a decision without the other knowing. But I'm still the eldest, so I can make this decision without consulting him.

The girl looked at Taehyung not knowing what to do. She knew she couldn't trespass on pack grounds, how did she know, I don't know. Very few humans know of our true existence and those who know prefer to stay on the sidelines, knowing that it suits them.

“Come on, you heard Hyung. It's ok for you to pass"

Taehyung's smile when the girl accepted her hand was amazing. I have never seen such a genuine smile from him towards anyone other than his brothers and close friends. I exchanged glances with Hoseok who was on my left, we were both thinking the same thing. I told him over the link to go tell Yoongi and Namjoon that Tae was back and to warn them that he brought company. I then turned to my right and told Wonho, the general of our army, to have the guards withdraw and only him and two others remain as escorts.

The girl crossed the trunk that delimited the herd and was approaching where I was. When she was a safe distance away, I could smell a faint scent of rancid peach, a scent that could only belong to an omega but was not her aroma.

“I am the crown prince of the Royal Pack, Kim SeokJin,” I introduced myself. “I would like to know the name of the person who helped my brother”, I gave her a courteous and studied smile.

She looked at Taehyung in surprise. Apparently, she didn't know that he was a prince. Taehyung laughed sheepishly, I cleared my throat trying to get his attention, realizing the girl wasn't going to answer me.

"Oh yeah! Emm…she doesn't have a name”, now it was my turn to look at him in surprise. “She lives in free territory, near the northern human village, with her… friend?” Taehyung said hesitantly. "Well it's an omega she found a couple of years ago and he's seriously ill, very ill."

"And where is the omega now?" I asked the girl.

“He's in our… home,” she said, looking me in the eye without showing a hint of respect for a prince, an alpha. This will be a problem.

"Okay," I said, turning around, "let's go back to the castle and we can talk better about this whole situation."

I started walking, leading the way with Wonho on my left, and Taehyung and the girl on my right, a bit further back. Taehyung was still holding her hand and I'd like to believe that she was still holding him for her comfort, but I had a feeling that she was holding him to her advantage. If I did something against her, she would attack my brother. I looked at her out of the corner of my eye and she was looking in my direction, alert. She was cautious, I didn't blame her, but we couldn't trust her either.

-There's something else Hyung.

Tae told me through the link. I wanted to look at him, but that might get the girl's attention.

-What is?

-I think she's not fully human. She saw the healthy forest.

Damn. Namjoon won't like this and I'm already listening to his speech.

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Girl's POV

I definitely shouldn't have helped this beta. Why do I never listen to Joohyuk?

I shouldn't have trusted Taehyung, he lied to me, he always knew where he was, he was never lost or disoriented. I let myself be convinced and he brought me straight to the mouth of the wolf, and not just any mouth but that of the most important pack of all. I'm glad to hear that Jisung didn't come with me.

I couldn't run away and they weren't going to let me go that easily. So I find myself following the crown prince, who never put away his sword. All this gave me a very bad feeling and my only chance to continue surviving, it is holding my hand, so I am holding on to it.

We were reaching the end of the forest, when Taehyung speaks to me:

"Don't worry everything will be fine. No one is going to hurt you”, he gave me a sincere smile and squeezed my hand. He didn't look like the same guy I met a few days ago, he seemed more confident and sure of himself.

We came out of the forest onto an asphalt road that led to a castle. There were guards at the gate, who opened the bars when they saw us arrive. There was a long path to the castle and in the middle of it, there was a boy, apparently the same age as the prince, who kept pacing back and forth.

“Tae”, the prince called and nodded towards the boy on the road. Taehyung seeing where he is pointing, let go of my hand and ran away. Well, there goes my ticket life.

Recognizing that Taehyung was heading in his direction, the boy ran to close the distance and hugged him as if his life depended on it. The anguish and anxiety that filled the air when we arrived, was transformed into relief.

"He's his ma-"

"It's his brother," the prince interrupted me and I nodded my head in understanding.

“Well since I'm done with bringing Taehyung safely, it's time to go. You don't need to reward anything,” I said trying to back up and walk away.

“Don't move!”, he ordered me and I obeyed, only because I was at a disadvantage and not because I wanted to. “First, he is Prince Taehyung, and second, there are many things we need to talk about. Also, my brother wants to help you and he is very stubborn, so if you leave, he is going to look for you, he knows where you live”.

When I was about to argue with him, I started to smell a strong scent of mint. I noticed how the boy who was with Taehyung was coming furiously in our direction. Oh cool, another alpha. I instinctively wanted to run, but I tried to control myself and just hid behind Prince Seokjin for a bit.

“YOU!” he yells and points at me. "What have you done to my brother?"

Taehyung tried to calm him down as he tugged on his arm. The prince blocked his path, preventing him from lunging at me.

"Yoongi, calm down," he said, putting his sword back in his sheath at last.

"Calm me down?!" Said Yoongi in disbelief and furious. “What did she do to Taehyung? How do you let her into the pack? You should have cut her head off as soon as you saw her.”

“Hyyuung!” Taehyung whined. "I told you she didn't do anything to me."

“Yoongi, you need to control yourself, okay?”, The prince said as he released pheromones to calm him down, his scent of berries became sweeter, so much so that it started to itch my nose and I began to rub it.

When I realized Taehyung was giving me a curious look, I decided to stop and turned my attention back to the brothers.

“Listen, she helped Tae, okay? And she is here to tell us what happened,” continued the prince.

“And to return the favor for her,” Tae added.

Yoongi was calmer, but he continued to glare at me. If looks could kill, I'm pretty sure I'd be 100 feet under.

"Well then, let's go to Namjoon who is surely waiting for us so we can solve this quickly," said the prince, starting off to walk.

That leaves me exposed to certain death or a chance to continue living. Then, Taehyung offers me his hand, which I take hesitantly as I notice Yoongi's gaze on our hands.

Ok, apparently I just signed my death.

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“So… you're telling me that you found Prince Taehyung injured, deep in the forest in the free zone, you took him to your… place and healed his wounds, it took you two days to bring him and you didn't find any clue of who could I have hurt him?” said Prince Namjoon, trying to find any contradiction in my story.

And here I am, sitting in the living room of the royal pack, being interrogated by a guy who looks more like a mobster, like those described in the books I usually read on my shift at the library, than a future alpha leader. Sitting in front of me in a single armchair with one leg on top of the other, playing with the rings on his hands and dressed in a tight black long-sleeved shirt, dress pants of the same color and matching patent leather shoes; Prince Namjoon has been questioning me about how I found Taehyung for the last 20 minutes. He keeps asking the same rephrased questions to see if I say something wrong.

"For the umpteenth time, yes," I sighed, leaning back against the back of the couch where I was sitting. "If there was something that would help to know who hurt him, an object, garment, or smell, I would tell you, but I found nothing."

I could feel the eyes of everyone in the room when I mentioned the smell. The mobster guy looked at princes Seokjin and Yoongi, who gave him a nod and continued to question me.

"Okay. You said that you found the omega a couple of years ago and here Prince Taehyung said that he is seriously ill. Could you explain to us where and how you found it?” Now he stood with his elbows on the armrests and his hands clasped, staring into my eyes as if trying to see into my soul.

"I don't think that's necessary, I just wanted to bring-"

"Answer," he orders almost growling. This is why I can't stand alphas, they are always growling and ordering.

I rolled my eyes, showing him that his attitude had no effect on me, and went on to answer the question.

“I found him about two years ago, just outside the Dawn Pack, near one of the human villages. He was unconscious, he had a wound on his neck that would not stop bleeding. I helped him, healed the wound as best I can and took care of him until he gets better. Later, he explained to me that it was a broken mating mark and that his family despised him because he was disgraced.”

"If so, you know he shouldn't be alive, right?" said the mobster who didn't believe what I was saying.

"Apparently that's what everyone says," I shrugged.

“You also mentioned that you have been living in exile for a long time”, Prince Seokjin took the word as he walked towards the armchair where the mafia prince was. “How long exactly have you been living alone and why?”

At what point did this turn on me?! Now I really wanted to run, but to my luck, the big guy who seems to be the general of the pack was blocking the only exit I know. So the only thing left for me to do was answer.

“Um… about ten years, I think. And I don't know why, I just know that one day I woke up in the woods alone and just tried to survive on my own”, I said avoiding eye contact and looking instead at the table in the middle of the room, the which had a beautiful arrangement of flowers that when they felt my presence seemed to bloom again. I prayed no one had noticed that.

“Tell us what your name is?” Prince Namjoon asked again.

"I already told you I don't kn-"

“Marian!” Taehyung exclaimed with a smile. "Her name is Marian."

I don't know when he gave me a name, but no one in the room seemed happy about it. The tension I began to feel from Princes Seokjin and Namjoon, and even from the general, were overshadowed by the strong smell of mint coming from Prince Yoongi.

“Why do you call her that?!” Yoongi said, angrily standing up from the double couch where he was sitting to my left.

“She has a Marian face and she is very pretty”, Taehyung shrugged, while I looked at him as if he had grown another head, for that statement.

The strong smell of mint, mixed with those of sweet blackberries and bitter chocolate that sought to convey tranquility, was about to knock me out. I wasn't used to so many strong scents let alone werewolves, another reason why I can't stand alphas. As I tried to recover and not pass out, I can hear Prince Seokjin asking where Hoseok was when he was needed.

“We won't call her that, Taehyung,” Yoongi determined with a growl.

"Well, don't call her that if you don't want to, I'll do it," Tae concluded, he shrugged his shoulders and looked at his nails.

"Enough," Namjoon said raising and deepening the tone of his voice. This time I do take a reaction from me. I was startled and the brothers calmed down automatically. “Now, let's go to the office, we need to discuss this. Taehyung, you stay here with her.”

Tae nodded and sat down next to me, asking if he wanted something to drink and eat as I watched as the three alphas disappeared through the door and headed down a hallway. I wasn't liking the way this was going and I was beginning to suspect that Taehyung planned for me to be here.

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I was drinking orange juice, while Taehyung was talking about the sudden change in weather when I could smell the alphas approaching.

"Okay. Let's clear something up”, said Namjoon, returning to take a position on the couch. "You're not human, we already found out, so stop pretending."

I put the glass on the table and was about to answer him, but he raised his hand in a sign not to speak.

"We respect the omegas a lot and we see the obligation to take care of them, and the situation in which your friend is it is truly unique, so we will accept him in the pack", the prince paused, analyzing me and waiting for a reaction, but I didn't I knew how to feel about it. “But you will also stay with us. We have noticed that you have attitudes that are not common in humans, not to mention that we do not perceive any type of aroma in you, which is quite strange. Not many beings have the ability to hide their scent."

“And there are few, too, who can survive so many years alone,” added Prince SeokJin. “You have spent 10 years living in exile and have not shown even a sign of losing your sanity. That's why we came to the decision to temporarily accept you into the pack unt-"

"YES!" Taehyung shouted happily.

"Until," continued the prince ignoring the beta, "our father, the Alpha King, comes back and decides what to do."

I looked at the three alphas, searching for something to tell me that what they were saying was a joke, and then I looked at Tae, who had a mega smile, waiting for me to say something.

“N-no d-do”, I cleared my throat, trying to hide my nervousness, “you don't have to do that. I'm not interested, honestly. I'm fine on my own, but I'm thankful that they accept Jisung. He needs it”.

“I think you misunderstood us,” Namjoon said, getting up from his place. I could feel the beta getting nervous from the change in atmosphere and he got closer to me. “We didn't ask you. You entered our territory THROUGH ONE OF THE BORDERS, and not through the main entrance. That makes you an intruder."

"What?! Is this a joke?!” I said in disbelief, standing up. “I was allowed to pass. Prince SeokJin gave me his permission, and Taehyung said it's fine that I will pass.”

"HAHA!", a sinic laugh was present. “Taehyung knew if you walked in there, it was going to be your doom,” Yoongi said giving me a sinister smile. “If he had wanted you to come in through the main entrance, he would have told you. But apparently, he had other intentions.”

Feeling betrayed, I looked at Taehyung who was keeping his head down, playing with his fingers. I saved his life and he set me up. I believed him when he told me that no one was going to hurt me. In the back of my head, Joohyuk's “I told you so” was already playing. He warned me and I got angry.

“You only have two options, little girl. Either you agree to temporarily join the pack or…” Namjoon was looking at me intently, again, trying to look past me. “Or you will be executed for entering from the borders,” he concluded.

"This isn't fair," I whispered.

“Nothing is fair in this life, silly girl. So make a quick decision that we don't have all day”, Yoongi spoke as he rested her elbow on the armrest of the chair and rested his head on his hand.

I had worked hard to keep myself hidden, out of trouble, out of packs involvement, and in less than a day it was all going off the rails. I had let myself be fooled by a wounded beta and here I am being forced to stay or die. I just wanted a new safe home for Jisung, I never thought or wanted to belong to a pack.

I knew Jisung wasn't going anywhere without me. What would it be worth if I didn't stay and die if he didn't want to come here alone? All this time trying to keep him alive, all this time fighting to survive, would be in vain. Die at the hands of some cocky alphas? I refuse. So I have to make a decision where we're both safe.

"Okay," I said looking defiantly at Namjoon. "I'll stay".

"Good. I'll send one of my men to go find the omega, so giv-"

"Do not. I'll go find it myself. He will be scared if people he doesn't know come looking for him."

"How do we know you won't run away when you get the chance?" Prince Seokjin asked.

"Prince Taehyung knows where I live," I said looking at Taehyung who gave me an apologetic look. "I'll be back before midnight," I told them. Namjoon walked towards me and stopped less than a foot away, a head and a half taller than me. He looked at me from above and the smell of bitter chocolate intensified, he was trying to show who was boss, he looked at me for a few more seconds and continued to speak.

“By 9:00 p.m. I want you here. Otherwise we will go to look for you and we will charge your offense”.

And with that, he left the room. I stayed a couple of minutes processing everything and watching as the other two alphas also left the room. What had I gotten myself into?! I looked at Taehyung, who was still sitting, I wanted to tell him so many things but he was already risking my life. If I dared to say or do anything to him, in his own home, near where his overprotective brothers were, I was only going to hasten my death. I'll take care of it later.

When I noticed that Taehyung was about to say something to me, I decided to leave. I stormed out the front door so fast and furious that I almost ran into a guy. He was surprised at me too and backed away, more than necessary I'd say. The boy was tall, had short straight hair, dark brown, his eyes were medium and round, a little slanted; he was wearing a white long-sleeved shirt and jogging pants. And he was soaking wet? That's when I realized that it was raining.

We stood there looking at each other for what were a few seconds. His gaze reflected surprise and alertness, you can see how he began to wrinkle his nose, trying to sniff out some aroma. I couldn't smell anything on it because the fury and the sudden rain wouldn't let me. So I resumed my march and headed towards Joohyuk's house. Another cocky overprotective who will give a shout in the sky with the new news.

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▬ synopsis. juggling a dysfunctional family, emotional trauma and responsibilities you never wanted in the first place, seven hybrids being thrust into your care was the last thing you needed. or was it?

▬ pairing. hybrid!bts x human!reader

▬ genre. hybrid au • hurt/comfort | angst + fluff + smut

▬ length. 3.3k words

▬ warnings. rated M | profanity • crying • mentions of terminal illnesses and funerals • minor character death

You opened your eyes to a dimly lit room, dark drapes shielding the light from the windows. You squint, dry mouth sticky with the bitter aftertaste of alcohol as you struggle to remember how you had ended up where you were. With a slight movement of your leg, the telltale sound of whiskey bottles clinking confirmed your suspicions of the fact that you had drunk yourself to unconsciousness for the fourth time that week.

The ache between your brows only worsened when you stood up; your skull feeling like it was being torn open from how severe the pain was.

“God fucking damn it.” You croaked, fingers burrowing into your filthy hair as you pushed down on the sore spots in the hopes of alleviating some of the discomfort. You trudged into your en-suite bathroom and grabbed your toothbrush, bleary eyes falling on your reflection in the large mirror.

Your eyes were lifeless. Pale skin, cracked lips, and eyebags that were so dark you were reminded of raccoons. You felt like nothing but a shell of who you used to be.

Just as you spat out the paste, you heard your phone beep with incoming texts. You let out a sigh. There were only a handful of people who could text you today at this time; all of which had a very annoying texting pattern (in which they would continue to spam you until you’d respond). A part of you wanted to ignore the noise but the silence afterward made you frown in confusion. Your bare feet padded against the wooden floors as you wiped your face and made your way back to your main room, pulling the empty bottles, sheets and pillows off in search of your phone.

The brightness made you cringe while you typed in your password and opened the messenger app.

Unknown [1:20 pm]

Good Afternoon Y/N This is Park Ji-hyuk, Mr. Yang’s trust attorney I hope you’ll be making it to the funeral as there is something I was hoping to discuss with you

Your jaw involuntarily clenched at the reminder. Typing a quick ‘I’ll see you there’, you tossed your phone back into the messy bed. Hearing it again only made the news even more real.

Mr. Yang was gone. And he wasn’t coming back.

Just like when you had first heard the news, you heard the blood rush to your ears, tears blurring your vision. Despite the countless deep breaths you took, you couldn’t help the few that rolled down your cheeks. You had put up the perfect front before the world when the news hit the stations, but sitting in the darkness of your room you felt the façade you’d built up dissipate into nothing.

Your bottom lip quivered, shoulders dropping in resignation. The striking pain in your chest intensified the anger and frustration you were feeling. Why did everything you care about always end up ripped away from your grasp in the most painful ways?

In the two years you had spent in Seoul, Jinsun had become the closest thing to a father figure you’d ever had. From teaching you how to drive a sports car, to joining you in horseback riding lessons. He had made every single day of yours both inside and outside of work special. You were not used to spending so much time outside of home and there were times you felt your social battery run out, but you kept the smile on your face, savoring every fun activity he would plan for the two of you.

You were surprised to find out that he had no children. He would make the most amazing father and grandparent - you were sure of it. You’d often make jokes about how you wanted him to adopt you, or how you dreamt of him walking you down the aisle; oblivious to the soft yet sad look in his eyes while he patted your head and agreed with your words.

Looking back, you wanted to hit yourself for not noticing the small signs sooner. You were angry for dismissing the impromptu days off he would take and the numerous pills you’d seen him having. You naively believed him when he told you they were vitamins or painkillers.

It wasn’t until two weeks ago when he didn’t show up to work for the fourth consecutive day that his secretary informed you that he had passed.

Washing your face in the bathroom sink, you popped open the lid of your crusty foundation and used as much as you could to conceal the blotchiness and dark circles on your face. The press will be present today and there was a huge chance your mother would be watching as well.

Throwing on the black clothing your assistant had ordered for this occasion, you slipped into your black heels and made way downstairs to your empty kitchen. Pulling open the refrigerator door, you were greeted by a gust of cold wind and the sight of five nearly empty shelves.

An involuntary chuckle left your lips at the sudden memory that hit you of how he would always complain about your fridge being empty. You remembered the scowl he would have on his face when he’d lecture you about the importance of healthy breakfasts while cooking for you made tears spring in your waterline once more. Slamming the door shut, you took a deep breath and began rummaging through your cabinets for the medicine box. That should have to do for now.

Dry swallowing an aspirin, you sent a quick text to your driver. You switched the television on to drown out the silence. Idly flipping through a couple of channels, you stopped at the local news.

“… dangerous hybrid put down after owner was found with scratch marks across their face …”

You couldn’t help but chuckle bitterly as an image of a scared hamster hybrid crossed the screen. Nothing about her screamed dangerous at all and you were more than positive she wasn’t feral, but there was nothing she or anyone could do to defend her.

It was unfair how hybrids always got the short end of the stick in any situation, only because humans were their creators.

Over two centuries ago, American scientists decided to fuse the stem cells of humans with those of pigs and sheep to create hybrid embryos. When the public caught wind of the experimentation, it warranted various reactions from people around the world, which led to the creators admitting the embryos were created to try and find new ways to produce organs for people who needed transplants.

Though their research raised a variety of concerns, the first generation of hybrids ― the alpha generation, which consisted of only pig and rat hybrids, were highly unstable and had short lifespans. With continuous experimentation funded by their government, the eighth generation (branching out to over 200 different breeds of predator and prey DNA used) ended up becoming successful in creating the perfect mix of animal and human genes.

At first, hybrids were highly expensive and were only used for scientific and military purposes, but were later introduced to the public for use in the late 1900s. But no matter what application or situation hybrids were put in, they had one purpose only - to serve humans.

You were snapped out of your reverie by the sound of a car pulling up into your driveway. Quickly grabbing your phone and purse, you made your way out of your front door and down the stairs of your patio towards the white limousine waiting for you. You wordlessly slipped into the backseat and shut the door, the car smoothly navigating out of the circular driveway.

The drive to Hannam Cemetery was mostly silent, save for the radio playing a news channel. Christina, your secretary was silent next to you. You were too lost in your own thoughts to notice the hesitant glances she subtly gave you.

“You still smell like alcohol.” She muttered after a while, wincing at her own words. She had stood past you silently these past two years observing how your initially meek personality had blossomed into something much more confident and outgoing than you once were. “Haven’t you showered today?”

“I’ll do it once we get back.” You replied, tone as dead as you felt. You didn’t bat an eyelash when she pulled out a small bottle of perfume and sprayed it in the crook of your neck.

“…I’m sorry for your loss.” She sighed after a moment of silence, not knowing how to comfort you. Although the two of you weren’t close, she could see the pain reflecting off your eyes. You looked… broken, and it unnerved her.

“Thank you.” You mumbled, glancing at her for a moment.

The first thing you noticed when your car rolled into the burial place was the large throng of photographers flashing their cameras at all the high-profile people that walked through the door. You sighed, glancing at yourself on the dark screen of your phone as you mentally prepared yourself to do the same.

The funeral was a closed casket one. In spite of the fact that a part of you wished you could see him one last time, you knew that you wouldn’t be able to control yourself had you seen him in such a state.

You were too shaken throughout the entire process that time itself seemed like such a blur to you. It was only when you felt a hand tap your shoulder at the funeral reception did the rational part of your brain awaken.

You frowned at the unknown face. “Yes?”

The man smiled, bowing slightly. “It’s nice to finally meet you Miss Y/L/N. I am Park Ji-hyuk. We spoke on the phone.”

“Oh. Right.” You cleared your throat. “What was it you wanted to speak to me about?”

He looked around nervously. “I think this is a conversation we should have in a more private setting. If you will?” Ji-hyuk asked, gesturing down the halls, towards one of the free rooms. You nodded, following him down to the empty dining area.

“So, a couple of months before Mr. Yang passed, he had spoken to me about a couple of things involving you.” He said, zipping open the small bag he was holding. “So forgive me if I speak out of order, I feel like I know a lot about you despite it being our first meeting.”

“What did he say regarding me?” You mumbled, confused.

“He talked about how close you two were, especially since he knew his death was imminent and that it would be hard for you to cope,” Ji-hyuk said. “Jinsun wanted everyone, mainly you to remember him as he was; which is why very few people knew about his illness.”

“Coming to the point, he knew the news of his death would hit you hardest particularly because he was closest to you and considered you his own family.” He sighed, pulling out a thick manila folder and reluctantly handing it over to you. “So he asked me to give you this only after his death.”

Your mind reeled with thoughts of what the folder could contain as your shaking fingers grasped the binder. Your breath hitched when you flipped the cover open, gaze falling on a… profile?

“What is this?” You gasped, eyes wide. You recognized Mr. Yang’s signature at the bottom of the pages. It wasn’t until you saw the receipt at the end that everything clicked.

“Adoption papers.” He stated, echoing your thoughts. “For five hybrids.”

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“Are you okay?”

You gasped, head snapping to the source of the voice so fast it almost gave you whiplash. A nervous smile tugged at your lips upon coming face to face with your assistant. “Christina. Hi.”

“Er… hello.” She frowned, glancing around the room. “We have a meeting with the investors and the new chairman in five minutes. I’ve been calling you for a while, but you seem kind of… troubled. Is everything okay?”

“Yes!” You replied, voice uncharacteristically high. “Everything’s absolutely fine!”

She nodded reluctantly. “A-Alright.”

“Come on.” You picked up your files. “Let’s go before we get late. Don’t want to keep them waiting.” Practically barreling past her, your heels clacked against the marble floors as you made your way out of your office and towards the large conference room on the floor below yours.

Ever since Park Ji-hyuk had given you the news about Mr. Yang adopting hybrids for you, the nervous feeling in your gut hadn’t subsided. How were you supposed to take care of them without anybody finding out? You were aware of the fact that if your mother catches wind of you owning five hybrids, she wouldn’t be pleased. Though she owned two of her own, she viewed them as nothing but shiny accessories. You knew nothing about them except their call names: RM and JK, and you doubted your mother knew either.

In spite of Christine seeming like a trustworthy person from how she’d treat you, at the end of the day she was still hired by your mother. So requesting her for help was out of the question. You couldn’t openly tell her to keep her mouth shut either. The Lord knows how she would react to something like that.

Albeit knowing Jinsun would never put together a settlement that would harm you in any way, you couldn’t help but question his motives behind making such a decision on your behalf. Especially since it had been doing more harm to you than good from the moment you found out about it.

“Good evening Director Y/L/N.”

“Good evening Chairman Hong.” You bowed. “Congratulations on the promotion.”

The man nodded politely, resuming his seat on the right side of the large oval table. You did a quick scan of the room, finding it filled with advocates from both companies - most of which you didn’t recognize. Taking a seat at the end of the table, you smiled, opting to ignore your problems for now and immerse yourself in work - hoping everything will sort itself out in due time.

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Spoiler alert: you were wrong.

It was a week later when you were at work and received a call from your head houseworker; informing you of a “package” that had been delivered at your doorstep.

“Just take them in and do not say a word to anyone!” You hissed over the phone, ignoring the confused looks the designers in your office gave you. Your panicked gaze fell on your workers as you tried your best to smooth out your features, plastering a smile on your face.

You cleared your throat. “These are the designs I want approved by their style team by tomorrow.” Messily placing your signature on the bottom of the page, you handed the manila folder over to the representatives. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m clocking out early. I have some work that needs to be done. Tell Mrs. Shin to take over for me.”

You threw on your coat, dismissing them before shuffling through your desk for their portfolios. They had been locked away in panic from when you first collected them. To be honest, you weren’t even completely sure which ones were arriving today.

Ignoring the questioning looks you received while practically sprinting out of the building, you made your way into the waiting car and flipped open the thin booklets, scanning though its contents.

There were a lot of things you didn’t understand from the lengthy profiles except for a couple of mentions. From the receipt and shipment fee you noted that three out of five were arriving today; two of which were exotic breeds.

You were pleased to find that there was a basic guide that included information such as their diets: what and what not to avoid. That would save a nightlong google session. Hopefully.

“We have arrived miss.”

Looking up, you realized your car had already been stationed in your circular driveway. Thanking the driver, you made your way out with your bags in hand. Heels clacking against the wooden patio, the door had almost immediately been thrown open before you could step into the foyer.

“Ma'am.” Your head houseworker smiled, bowing slightly as she took the stuff out of your hands. You didn’t miss the slight panic in her gaze before she turned around and scurried to the back.

The absolute silence - save for your own footsteps - was highly unnerving. There was this invisible barrier of uncertainty on where you stood with your new roommates. Do you just barge through all the rooms in search of them? Wait for them to make the first step before introducing yourself? Or continue with your own life until you’d eventually bump into them?

Silently making your way to the kitchen, you plopped down onto one of the barstools. Ignoring the unusual tingle at the back of your neck, you picked up an apple from the large fruit bowl in the corner of the island and took a bite out of it. Your gaze mindlessly scanned through the open room, taking in the details as your fingers drummed against the marble counter.

The house you lived in was larger than the average villa, but smaller than the mansion you lived in back home. Equipped with five guest bedrooms, eight bathrooms, a study, a pool and a large backyard; the empty space only added to the isolation you’d feel on a daily basis. Hiring Miyun to take care of this place while you were busy didn’t do much to resolve how lonely you felt.

Which is why a small part of you was glad about the new presences you’d have with you. Maybe a time would come where this living place would start to feel more like a home once they warm up to you. For now, you’d have to focus on making that work.

The space looked clean besides a couple of pots and pans out. You must have interrupted Miyun while she was preparing you dinner. The floors were spotless as well, you noticed while taking the last bite out of your apple. Humming to yourself, you caught a slight movement of something white on the floor out of the corner of your eye as your head snapped in that direction.

God, you hoped it wasn’t a mouse. You sighed, grabbing a large ladle and slowly peeking over the edge. Slipping out of your heels, you crouched on the floor and shuffled around the corner.

Every single train of thought came to a halt when you made direct eye contact with a fully grown black panther crouched in front of the barstools, its striking yellow eyes looking straight into yours.

Its tongue flicked out idly, running over its razor sharp teeth. Its head raised slowly, shoulders rolling back as its oversized build towered over your crouched height. It bent its neck threateningly, baring a full set of sharpened teeth before a loud snarl left its mouth; shaking you to your core. One look at the five inch long fangs was all it took before a scream tore through your throat, tears springing out of your eyes.

God, you wished it was a mouse.

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Handshakes of a Lifetime - Chapter 9

You snag exclusive fan meet tickets, but as you shake hands with your favorite idols, something strange happens…

Soulmate AU / OT7 x reader

Hey lovelies, miss me? :’D It’s been hard to sit down and just write without any distractions. Also, writing this chapter made me realize I have effectively 15 main characters FML. It was A STRUGGLE, but I finally finished this chapter, hope you like it and can see each version of y/n peeking through at times <3

Word count: 11.6k

Warnings: ANGST, talk about death, but lots of cuddles, but also smut, sleepy sex, edging, quickies, t e n s i o n, more cuddles, morning sex, dom!hoseok because he is and you can't convince me otherwise

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Against your better judgment you open the link. A radio station had taped some behind the scenes footage. When you track the video to the time...you saw it, your face, going over your notes while the members joke and laugh in the foreground.

Another Facebook alert from your ex pulls down from the top of your screen.

‘Let’s talk?’

The van door opens at that moment, and the members look at your wide eyes full of fear.

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“Are you sure?”

The question rattles you and brings you back into the present, sitting in a cushioned office chair, in front of a dark oak table, papers stacked in neat piles.

You were lost in your thoughts again, remembering a kind eye smile and a firm grip around your waist. A deep voice in the darkness asking you if you were ready.

Had you been ready then? Are you ready now? Are you sure of anything? You have to answer those questions, you have to find your voice. Answer now, y/n!

“Y-Yes, he doesn’t know anything. I didn’t tell him anything,” you repeat. “He knew I was leaving the country for a new job, that’s it.” Saying it out loud made you feel horrible, but what he did just confirms you had been right not to give your ex any details.

“Do you have any reason to believe he will try to start a rumor, go to the media, or do anything to try to hurt you, BTS, or the BTS brand?” The PR woman looks up from her tablet expectantly.

Ugh, this is not what you signed up for. Or maybe you did, when you signed off on all those NDAs. ‘Stupid stupid, what are you about to do?’ “I don’t know,” you grimace, muttering, looking over to Namjoon, the leader seated next to you. “We weren’t even that serious, I don’t know what more he wants.”

Namjoon places his fingers over your fidgety ones, thumb running along your knuckles. “Everything will be fine, the company handles things like this all the time.”

The PR woman looks between you, “Is there anything either of you would like to share so we can get ahead of it?” You pull your hands away from underneath Namjoon’s, feeling sick under her scrutinizing gaze. He strums his fingers on the table, an apologetic look on his face. Determined now more than ever to fix things. You were, however, determined not to be sick all over the patient PR woman’s papers.

This is your worst nightmare coming to life right before your eyes. This is why it took so long to even entertain the idea of reaching out to Namjoon. The thought of your name linked to theirs in headlines, netizens scouring every corner of your digital past to ruin you makes your stomach turn. You turn your head, searching for the answers to your problems in Namjoon’s determined eyes.

Namjoon takes a deep breath, ready to recite the information the group all agreed on...

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‘Let’s talk?’ had started it, then your ex became more aggressive when you didn’t answer. The car ride back to Hybe remained tense and quiet. You felt at fault, unloading the troubling information upon the group after such a long day. You had mentioned to Jimin briefly of your ex before, but you hadn’t prepared for an audience when explaining the details of your failed relationship. The group’s leader and his manager were quietly going over the video and your phone messages, while Jimin held your shaking hand in his.

The van travels over a bump in the road and it jolts you out of your thoughts. Was it still your own inner dialogue that now tries to calm you, or was that voice of reason a remnant of your past selves? Or more worrying, was that voice of reason, the last remnant of who you used to be before your life changed? Who are you now?

This time, Yoongi’s calm voice replayed in your ears, to count and focus before you really lose your mind. You glanced in his direction, he kept his head down, and you wondered what he thought of the whole situation. You wondered what everyone was thinking of you now.

As buildings blurred past, you felt like running, you imagined yourself running, escaping, falling through sand, falling through water, always running…

But you were stuck, in a car, amongst the souls you ran with. You didn’t want to run away from them. You couldn’t, even if your toes and fingers felt jittery with fear and anxiousness.

“Hey,” he whispers, “Look at me.” You lift your head away from the window to look Jimin in the eyes. “It will be okay, y/n.”

Seokjin turns around in his seat to look at you, repeating Jimin’s soothing words. “It’s going to be okay, our company is great at stopping rumors.”

‘It’s not a rumor though, is it?’ you think, looking into Jin’s loving eyes and feeling the weight of his ring around your finger. If you aren’t careful you could ruin everything. You were afraid of this. The universe is telling you to stay away from them.

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That night you slept next to Jungkook.

He looked more worried than you when you said goodbye to the group. His worries were of losing you instead, hyper aware of when you begin to close off, so he pleaded with you to let him drive you home and stay at the dorms for another night.

His comforting presence helped calm your nerves. And when you woke, you were in a bed of hay. It’s a dream, you know it’s a dream, even as you sit up and run your hands across the strands of dead grass and you feel the hay scratch your palms. You feel Jungkook close to you, and a soft voice quietly begs you not to let him go this time. And another voice, more stern and apathetic, tells you not to let your ex walk over you, if it was her, and someone was threatening the person she loved, she would have killed him.

You let go of the hay, rest your head on your knees, your hands bracing your head, letting the warmth of the day soak into your skin to feel comforted. ‘Go away, stop.’

But you know they won’t go away. Because those voices, no matter how different, all sound the same...

Because they’re all you.

When you finally open your eyes again, the hay, the orange sunlight catching dust flecks all around you and the warm air is all gone. You lie under soft bed sheets, in the coolness of Jungkook’s room, the dark blue shadows of the night loom across his pale walls, but his warmth always stayed. And when you turn to look at his sleeping face you can’t help but smile, a part within you finally content.

You’re happy for her, that part of you that looks at the man next to you and melts. If only it was as simple as this, but your mind drifts to the others, a couple footsteps away, and you’re restless all over again.

You kiss him, his lips move against yours in his slumber and he grunts softly, relaxing again.

You let Jungkook sleep.

You tiptoe to the kitchen looking for a drink and a distraction, notice lights still on and follow it’s source, pulled to the person behind the door. Three soft knocks and you wait, wondering if the man inside fell asleep with the lights on, until you hear a shuffle, and the door opens.

Yoongi doesn’t say anything, he doesn’t act surprised even though he hadn’t expected to see you in front of him like this. He rubs the tiredness from his eyes and steps to the side, letting you enter.

“Still worried?” he asks.

“No...yes, but what can I do?” Your nerves were fried, you felt selfish seeking their comfort when you knew your presence in their lives was akin to a ticking time bomb, but being away just a day or so without their company felt like a purgatory. Maybe this was for the best, this was right. The way you’ve been acting, someone was bound to get hurt. It was better that it was you.

“I’m sorry, I’ve been ignoring you.”

Yoongi smiles halfheartedly, “Everyone is fighting for your attention,” he grunts.

“I don’t want anyone to fight for me. I can’t...bear to hurt anyone.”

Yoongi pulls you into a hug. When you sigh softly into his chest he holds your tighter, holding his thoughts in. He could feel your anxiety at the whole situation. He curses the thoughts in his head, learning you had an ex, he had felt jealous. Now you and him alone together, it is the first time he’s felt completely relaxed in a long time. He lies back on his bed dragging your body down next to him.

“I don’t know what to do, Yoongi. I feel like I have so many voices yelling at me from inside, arguing on what I should do,” you confess.

“Don’t drive yourself crazy thinking about it. Maybe it’s just enough that we are in each other's lives.”

“Yeah,” you try to sound reassured. You nod at the idol.

He offers you a smile, it doesn’t reach his eyes.

---

You woke up again startled, knocking into Yoongi, your limbs tangled together in your sleep. What were you dreaming about? You can’t remember, loud bangs in your consciousness woke you up. It’s morning, but Yoongi’s room is dark.

His curtains remained drawn blocking out sunlight. You can still make out the rapper’s soft features, the slope of his nose and pout of his mouth, you pull your head away from his shoulder, worried you’re putting too much pressure on him and his arms instinctively pull you closer.

You sigh, inhaling his scent. You wanted to stay in bed with him, you didn’t want to face the world. Here, you were each other’s world, the center of your universe held a heartbeat, steadily thrumping against your cheek.

You listened and smiled. It began to scare you, how much you knew you cared for him, this kind of love felt bigger than you, and as frightening as the depths of space. You imagined you could create a planet from the magnitude of love you felt for him. Like rings of Venus, Yoongi’s arms felt secure around your back.

Yoongi held you together, despite his own worries. His lips connected to the top of your forehead, you kissed his shirt, hearing his heart beat louder.

You tilt your head back to see him fully. “What do you think about when you look at me? Do you see her?”

Yoongi thinks about it. You deserve the truth, not false words of comfort. His arms stay securely around you.

“I see her in you. There are things you do, err the way you move sometimes.” He hesitates. “It brings up familiar memories. I’m not going to say those feelings don’t influence me now, because they do….remembering us together. But also, you’re not that similar to her at all, and I like this version of you more. You’re not as cold or distant.” He smiles. “When we first met, you could have slammed the door in my face,” he says, “‘She’ probably would have…I…like you.”

You smile at his words, and he squeezes you closer. “I can’t help but think, this happened to give us another chance as better people. What about you? Do you only see me as that man? Because I’m definitely not a trained killer,” he jokes.

You offer him a weak smile, shaking your head, hugging him closer. “But you are less intimidating when I think of you as a trained killer,” you say, half joking, half serious.

“What I feel for you – even before shaking hands – I wanted to protect you, keep you safe. I can’t explain it. And now…” He traces your jaw. “I want to bury your ex for making you cry. Metaphorically!” He quickly adds. “We’ll make him stop bothering you, I promise,” speaking softly, Yoongi brings your hand to his lips, kisses along your knuckles.

“This is not how I expected you to be at all,” you smile, thinking about the awkward encounter in the bathroom. You’re cute,” you sigh, laughing. Yoongi freezes, you laugh more. “Can I ask you something about our past lives?”

“Hmm?”

“What were you thinking during that last fight?” You hadn’t really spoken about your past lives like this, afraid to broach the subject with the others, but you felt safe exploring all your unanswered questions with Yoongi. Perhaps because you had so many in regards to your past life with him, perhaps the woman you were when you were with him needed answers the most. “Why didn’t he ever contact m-her after?”

“I think I was just scared...of being the reason you’d get hurt.”

Familiar annoyance bubbles up inside you, a voice in your head, strong and commanding, reminds you he hurt you by pushing you away, tells you not to let him do it again.

“And you?”

You’re reminded of your own stubbornness. “You were good at hiding.”

“You could have found me if you really tried. Could have pulled some strings.” He said it playfully, but you could tell the deep hurt in his voice.

“I-she felt rejected. She felt hurt. It was easier to push everything and everyone away, then get hurt again. She regrets it, so much.” You looked into his eyes pleadingly, hoping to ease the conflict etched across his features.

“I guess we can learn from our past...even if it really isn’t ours technically.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” and you feel your own internal struggle lessen just a bit. “Yoongi...how are you doing with all of this? I know I am not making things easy... It’s just overwhelming.”

He had nightmares, sometimes phantom pains, every moment you weren't in his sight he remembered the pain in your eyes. “I’m not the easiest person to be around myself,” he laughs.

“I think you are.” To you, Yoongi is comforting…

Intense…

Quiet…

Soft…

Your noses bumped into each other, you were so close to him now.

Yoongi pulls away first. “I have to go back to work soon,” Yoongi says, checking the time.

“It’s so early,” you sigh.

“Don’t remind me” he offers you a small smile. “Did you want to come?” You nod, you didn’t want to leave Yoongi just yet, and you knew being alone, your thoughts would run wild again.

---

The inside of Genius Labs was simplistic and clean, the room held Yoongi’s studio equipment and a couch. Tokens of the rapper's life displayed on his shelves. You brought work to do as well, but ended up falling asleep, the repetitive sounds of Yoongi playing beats lulling you to sleep.

Even in your anxious state, it felt like you were hiding away with the rapper, safe from the world.

“Hey,” you felt his hands on your shoulder.

Yawning, you stretch your limbs. “Hey.”

“The guys won’t stop calling. Namjoon and Taehyung are here.”

“Oh, okay.” The internal war started in again, the feelings swirling around in your chest, making it tight and uncomfortable.

“Ready to go? I still have some other things to do, but message me when you get home so I know you’re safe.” You nod, a little disheartened. Yoongi still held himself back, trying to tell himself over and over being around you like this was enough. That it was enough not to kiss you or explore your body. He didn't have to be with you in that way to connect with you. He can keep his feelings to himself and let you go.

--- ---

Right now, you wish you had Yoongi here to calm you down.

You thought you had more time to figure out some semblance of order in the chaotic maelstrom surging in your heart, compartmentalize and evaluate your feelings, yet now you have to explain your complicated relationship to a stranger.

“There was an incident at a fanmeet,” Namjoon tells the PR woman. You look up at Namjoon with wide disbelieving eyes. “Other fans might recognize her if things go public.”

“She was working-”

“No, she was a, uh, fan at the time.” You feel yourself on the brink of hyperventilating.

There is a painfully awkward silence as the PR woman very professionally does not react to the new information. “Okay, well let’s start from the top again.”

--- ---

“Why do you think this happened?”

Taehyung had free time and decided to monopolize your attention. He turns on his side, looking at you, your body squished between the singer and couch cushions. You let Taehyung cuddle against you while you tried not to dwell on your troubles and just enjoy Taehyung’s company.

“Your ex?”

“No...everything,” you say as his hand follows yours, fingers connecting and mirroring yours, “This, us?”

“I guess...sixty years wasn’t enough time to fit all my love for you.”

“Tae…”

He smiles and kisses your forehead. His eyes follow yours, sparkling with happiness, while yours fill with unshed tears.

Taehyung takes the opportunity to kiss your forehead again, and again, singing softly, a sweet song yet to be released, “Just take a walk with me cause I'm right here, and the light will guide us to a million stars. My love just hold my hand and in the end is you and I,” until you’re pulling him in, your tears smudging across his cheeks.

“I hope those are happy tears,” Taehyung moves away to wipe the remaining tears that brim the corners of your eyes.

You nod quickly, holding back the rest. You wanted to give Taehyung more, but you felt selfish, insecure, and afraid again. You wished you could be that courageous maiden who ran to him without any apprehension.

“Don’t cry, everything will work itself out. We’re not running this time.”

“How did you kn-” you shake your head, shake away your thoughts, the feeling that Taehyung and you were two old souls, so connected you could tell what the other one was thinking. It was hard to believe, the man you were staring at had lived an entire life with you. Even as he smiled back at you, watching you struggle and letting you sort through our thoughts, you couldn’t believe the love he’s giving you is truly meant for you. “Is that how it is for you? This is just a...continuation of your past life. That we are-”

“Is it different for you?”

You think about all the different lives you lived, every single time you fell in love. Namjoon, Taehyung, Jungkook, Jimin, Seokjin, Yoongi, Hoseok.

Namjoon, and all those different lives where you encountered him. You had loved him in the beginning, why did it change? Had this strange thing not happened, would you have lived your own lives once again, your souls passing one another and not really ever connecting again? Or was this your fate? Was Namjoon your soulmate? Or was Taehyung?

“I don’t know. If it is, if I am supposed to just pick up where we left off, then I am betraying the others in a way…and now I feel like I’m betraying you,” you laugh softly out of frustration, unable to pinpoint the emotions you’re feeling.

Taehyung stays silent, lost in thought.

“Sometimes I even wonder, maybe this happened to show us we should stay away from each other. Before, you stopped singing because of me, didn’t you?” You run your thumb across Taehyung’s eyebrow, pushing the hair away from his eyes. “You’re an idol now, Taehyung, can’t you see the similarities?”

“I see it differently. This time, we can have it all.”

“Or what if we’re doomed to repeat our mistakes,” you mutter.

“You sound like Hobi.”

You blink, “What do you mean?”

“You should go talk to him.”

You make a mental note to find Hoseok after this. “How do you feel about me?” you ask, unable to meet his eyes. “I know how you felt about her...but what about me?”

He gives you a small smile, eyes sparkling with warmth. “You think my feelings are not as valid, because it started before…I did wake up early to talk to you every night for months, remember?”

“I remember...”

“I love you. That’s how I feel. I’m angry because someone is trying to hurt you. I’m sad that you blame yourself when it’s not your fault. I’m just happy to finally be able to hold you.” He pulls you into a tight embrace, playfully pulling you over him. “And I’m very happy that you came back.”

Your body falls over to his other side, laughing. “I’m happy too. I’m sorry I couldn’t stay away.” You adjust yourself on the small couch, pulling your body over his slightly. He wraps his limbs around you, enjoying the way you fit to the length of his body.

“Please, stay with me, y/n.” He asks lightheartedly, even if he meant it with all his being, “Can I kiss you?”

You answer him by moving your head closer, kissing his cheek softly. He kisses you before you pull away.

That moment when your lips connect, and the amount of love that flows out of you should feel overwhelming, but it feels like a warm blanket wrapped around your bodies. Taehyung breaks away to catch his breath, stolen in his wonderment of how powerful his feelings are for you. He doesn’t mind waiting until you’re ready for more, as long as there are moments like these that take his breath away.

---

Once you had free time you went to find Hoseok. You found him in the studio, listening through new tracks.

“Delivery,” you announce quietly. You brought him a late lunch.

“Y/n!” His eyes go wide, surprised to see you.

“Can we talk?” You hold up the food as a peace offering. Hoseok has been the most distant around you. It bothered you, but you understood. In your past life with Hoseok, you had grown up together, known every single thing about each other, but in this life all you knew was the persona he created and small glimpses of himself he allowed fans to see, and he knew practically nothing about you.

Hoseok nods and jumps up and cleans off the small table in the room, helping you open the containers of food. He knew this day would come, had spent nights mentally preparing himself to be around you, but now that you were here, his emotions were so strong he didn’t know what to do with himself.

“I’m sorry!” he blurts out.

“Eh?” You stop opening food containers, confusion apparent on your features. “For what?” You lick sauce from your thumb. Hoseok studies you, and he can’t stop the attraction he feels for you blooming, his insides fluttering and dancing and he swallows down the word before it jumps off of his tongue. ‘Beautiful,’ you’re beautiful.

Hoseok clears his throat, he has to tell you. “I’m sorry for, well, getting you killed.”

“That didn’t actually happen to us,” you hand him chopsticks.

“I’m sorry for not actually killing you.”

“Well, it wasn’t your fault, for not actually killing me.” You tease, sitting on the floor and turn to face him, resting your elbow on the couch cushion behind you. “Is that what you really think?” You almost want to laugh at the ridiculousness of him feeling like what happened was in any way his fault, but you see his crestfallen expression and you put your hand on his shoulders. He rubs his face, unable to meet your eyes. You were too busy blaming yourself, you didn’t notice the guilt Hoseok felt too. “I have it on good authority that no one blames you for what happened, in fact living without you would have been worse.”

When did your hand move from his shoulder to his face? You pull away immediately, mentally chastising yourself for your inability to keep your hands to yourself.

“Is that why you ignore me? Do you think if you’re around me, something bad will happen to us?” Bad things are happening, but it’s your fault, you think, not his!

“I dont know, I just can’t stop thinking about it-” Hoseok tries not to cry, tightening his fists before he grabs you back. “You died trying to save me, you died because of me.”

You shake your head, you hadn’t realized it bothered him so much, you wish you could make him see what you had felt in those last moments. “You know I thought about all the things that went wrong for that to happen to us, never did I think you did anything wrong, Hoseok.”

“But-”

“If I hadn’t left to get us lunch-”

“I made you-”

You scoff, “You didn’t make me do anything, I wanted tacos.”

“That place was our favorite…” he remembers.

You laugh, trying to separate yourself from those memories. “What do you think about tacos now?”

“They’re okay,” he smiles.

“I love tacos. No tacos like that in Seoul.” You sigh and Hoseok is already thinking about ways to find you some.

“Hey, you know who we should really blame? HR. How many times did we complain about that elevator? That building definitely wasn’t up to code.” You cross your arms, feeling anger at what happened. ‘Separate yourself from her,’ you have to remind yourself again.

Hoseok runs his hands through his hair, sighing, your expression makes him want to laugh, makes him feel better, but he still feels responsible.

“Do you want to know the last thing I remember about that? It was scary, but…” You thought about those last moments, you began to feel tightness in your throat when you remembered choking on fumes, but the secureness of his arms around you is what you remembered most, “I-She was never going to leave you. No, I was happy we were together until the very end. I-S-She loved you.” You smile.

He stares at you and itches to say ‘I love you,’ too.

The sudden tension, you felt it, now too scared to keep on talking about your past selves. “If you don’t feel comfortable being around me after everything we went through, I understand, believe me-” you swallow, understanding how hard it must be for him to look at you and remember all those horrible things, even if it was good memories you thought about when looking at Hoseok. “I understand, but we are not going to suddenly burst into flames if you get near me, Hoseok. I promise.”

He holds out his pinky, you laugh, but link your pinky with his. Hoseok slowly turns your wrist so your knuckles face him, and leans his head on your hand. You copy him, your bodies gravitating closer. “You also, don’t have to stay, if you want to go be with the others, I understand.”

“I’m exactly where I want to be.” You let his hand go, clearing your throat. “And I am hungry too. Do you want me to leave?”

“No!”

“Good,” you smile, nudging his shoulder, trying not to feel awkward in his presence, “Then eat.”

Hoseok nods, “I’ll mix this for you.” he stirs the take out noodles and sauce for you. “Y/n?”

“Yeah?” You hum as you open the rest of the containers, body knocking into his accidentally, whispering your apologies you sit back waiting for his question.

Hoseok smiles, and decides that he’s going to learn everything about you. He asks you about your family, and you ask him about his life before he was a trainee. And so you sit and talk about your childhoods, and every time he makes you laugh Hoseok feels his heart soar higher. When you talk to him about how lonely you feel away from your friends and family, Hoseok makes a promise to himself, from now on he will make you smile when you feel like crying, at least he can be that person for you.

Talking to Hoseok was easy, it wasn’t just because of your otherworldly connection to him, the idol was silly and kind and once he let you in, he treated you like an old friend. Even as he went back to work, he shared his ideas with you and joked with you, and it didn’t feel awkward anymore.

Deep down, in your hearts, things began to change, happiness reached and mended old wounds. Another studio, another life, different laughter, different people, but it was a reflection of something that couldn’t be seen, friendship and love, and the strong bonds that formed and always remained.

---

“Jin! Sorry, Seokjin, here’s translations to study, uhh, sir?” You hand the singer sheets of notes, while staff fix his clothes and makeup.

Jin laughs. “Yes Ma’am.” ‘Ew.’ You frown. “You know you can call me Jin, or Jinnie, or love of my life.”

You feel the heat rise in your face, the stylists don’t bat an eyelash at his banter, “ Let me know if you need anything else, Jin.”

Jungkook, hair and makeup already done, bounds towards you, “Can we talk about these…translations?”

“Yea-”

“Okay! Let’s go!” Jungkook grabs your hand, and you glance towards Jin, trying to decipher the change in his expression, but you’re pulled away too quickly by the youngest member.

“For some reason, I don’t think you need my help.”

“I do need help,” Jungkook turns around to face you, now that you were both alone, “You’re the only one who can help me,” he says, hugging you from behind, holding out the paper in front of you, “How do you say that?” The door bursts open and somehow you don’t scream, so surprised you momentarily forget how to speak.

Jimin crosses his arms, “I want help too.”

“Are we having a secret meeting?” Jin peeks inside.

You clutch your racing heart, while Jimin and Jungkook bicker amongst themselves, Jimin pulling on the arm that Jungkook still has wrapped around your waist. Jin starts to pull the younger singers apart.

“What’s this?” Namjoon pulls the door open wider, placing his free hand on Jin’s shoulder, and you find your voice again, screaming along with the other four men, shocked, feeling an electric current run between the five of you, images of your lives together run through you in quick succession. Your heart races even faster, your entire body feeling jittery from energy.

Jungkook looks like a deer in headlights, quietly thinking over the visions he experienced. ‘That wasn’t real,’ he thinks, there is no way Namjoon was there too, It can’t be.

But it felt so real, just like the first time he held your hand, the memories weren’t like regular memories. It felt like he had been transported back there, speaking to his friend, asking him to help with his escape plan. Thinking about it, of course that’s how the plan went, the memories fell perfectly into the story of his old life, why hadn’t he noticed before it was Namjoon? The one who risked his own life to give Jungkook the life he always wanted.

Jimin looks over to his leader, unable to put into words what he’s feeling. He relived the day he went into the bookshop. The way the owner regarded him, at first with contempt, and then, friendlier, when he asked for help choosing a book for his wife. The way he spoke about you, his old friend, with such doting softness. The wistfulness in Namjoon's eyes when he ran his fingers across the book spine, and the confidence in which he remarked how you will love this copy. Namjoon was the book store owner, Jimin met him so many times, why hadn't he seen, why hadn't he realized, Namjoon had in his own way, loved you too?

Jin breathed in quickly, processing everything he felt. He knew the first time wasn’t a fluke, he knew he had seen Namjoon in his previous life before as his old childhood friend. His friend, who he told all about the beautiful woman he met on the pier. Who laughed and congratulated him when he said he was going to marry her one day. Namjoon, who looked at you and Jin with such fondness, “Two Lovebirds,” he called you, “A lucky man,” he called him.

“You knew?” Jin asks his best friend.

“That was different. I didn’t know...that was going to happen,” Namjoon says, bracing the door frame for support at the flood of memories filtering through him, the only thing he can seem to think about in this moment, looking to the oldest and then over to you.

“Wait, what does this mean?” Jungkook asks, confused.

“I don’t know-”

“Y/n!” The youngest catches you before you hit your head on the ground.

Sand stirred around your feet. You looked up at the starry sky. So many beautiful constellations, visible across the darkness. The cold desert wind whips around your cloak. You expect to see Namjoon, your faithful guard.

You hadn’t expected to see another image of you, eyes silently pleading with you. You already knew what she wanted from you. Another version of you stands equal distance apart, looking at you too, silently, eyes shining in the moonlight. One with torn shoes, one with wet clothes, one with bell bottoms, one with a hard stare, one with a gold ring, one in beautiful robes and flowers in her hair, and you, your clothes changed to the ones you wore last. You look to the moon, shining brighter than all the stars, and realize you’re alone.

“Ow!” a deep voice grunts.

You yell and then wince, rubbing your forehead, falling back into bed.

“Sorry,” Joon massages the spot where your heads impacted. “Are you okay?”

“Where am I?”

“Our medical room.” He places his hand on your forehead, covering the bruise forming. “How are you feeling?”

“Would you believe me if I say I think I'm getting used to this?” you hold your palm out. Namjoon hesitates, but puts his hand in yours. Nothing happens, you don’t know whether to feel relieved or disappointed. “Where are the others?”

“Working, keeping busy. I’ll let them know you’re okay now,” he squeezes your hand.

You nod, “Ugh I need some air.”

“Then let’s go.”

The stars in Seoul were hidden behind a thick layer of fog, building lights eclipsing the twinkling sky, but the breeze felt nice against your face, and Namjoon’s hand in your hand felt warm and right. You looked down at the city lights. “Thank you for bringing me here.”

“Spots like this are hard to find, but worth it,” he whispers.

“Ready?” you ask.

“A couple more minutes.” You nod and lean into him for warmth. Namjoon wants to be here with you just a bit longer.

---

“Joon?”

“Hmm?”

“H-He’s calling.”

“Don’t answer it.” Jimin says, “Ignore him.”

“We should find out what he wants, shouldn’t we?” Yoongi says.

Joon moves to your side, “Do you want to talk to him?”

“I-” you look down at the phone again, maybe you can convince your ex to leave you alone, maybe he just wants closure, you think.

You accept the call and put it on speaker. “Hello?”

“Y/n?”

“Yes, h-hey.”

The phone crackles from his drawn out breath, and everyone stays silent. “Well you finally answered me.”

“I’ve been busy.”

“At your ‘new job,’ right? What are you doing, y/n?” he asks accusingly.

Good question, one you can’t answer, because nobody in their right mind would believe you. “What do you mean? I’m sorry for how things ended, but I don’t understand why you’re calling me now-”

“I’m not stupid, do you think I didn’t notice how you acted after you met them? You changed, as soon as you met them, everything changed.” He mutters, thinking about your sudden shift in affection. “Are you an actual stalker?”

You don’t look up from your phone, afraid to see the expressions on the men’s faces. Your ex is mad, he wants to hurt you, you get it. You stay silent, worried about saying something he could use against you.

“I’m sorry I hurt you. But what ever you think you know, you’ve got it all wrong-”

“So you didn’t leave me to go follow them around like some obsessed fangirl?”

“I told you, I was offered a job-” you say defensively.

“You sound ridiculous. What job?"

“It’s the truth. Why can’t you be happy for me instead?”

"You still haven’t explained it to me! One of our friends showed this to me, I had to pretend like I knew all about it, why are you in that video?!”

You don't know what to say, wondering if you should just make up a lie instead.

“I don’t get it!” His yells fill the quiet dorm. “You’re telling me, a k-pop group, no, BTS offered you a job, just like that? Randomly? You’re lying! I just want to know the truth, I deserve the truth.”

You flinch at his words. You glance at Namjoon who looks livid, and unfortunately, he looked the calmest out of everyone. You take a deep breath to steady your voice. “I was offered a job in Korea and I guess I just so happened to be there when they were there, that's why I'm in the video-”

“Nah, I don't believe that. That night, when you stopped by my house. Why were you acting like that? Did one of the members do something to you...did they hurt you?”

“No!” You grab the phone closer to you when Jungkook stands up enraged. Hoseok clamps his hand over Jimin’s mouth.

“Then what the hell, y/n?”

“It just w-wasn’t working out! I don’t know what to tell you! I’m sorry!”

Maybe it was your inability to sooth his bruised ego, and the fact that he knows you are hiding something, but he doesn’t let it go. “You’re lying and I’m going to expose you.”

“Tell him goodbye,” Namjoon quietly tells you.

“Who was that?”

“I have to go. Please leave me alone.”

--- ---

That conversation is why you’re here now, exactly where you don't want to be, sitting in front of the head of PR.

“Sign here and here, and if he contacts you again, this is my card, call me immediately.”

“Thank you,” you whisper as you clutch her business card.

“I suggest setting all your SM accounts to private, maybe consider deleting them as well. We can do that for you, if you want.”

“Oh. Okay.”

The PR woman pulls you away from Namjoon and his managers. “Do you agree with everything we discussed?” She asks in English. She looks at you concerned, you couldn’t blame her, you probably looked as sick as you felt. You nod.

“The things we do for love, right?” she sighs.

On paper you and Namjoon have been in a relationship for months, you signed off on countless of statements, the only thing more official would have been signing a marriage certificate.

The group had agreed it was less complicated to say you were dating the leader.

Your entire life is complicated now.

--- ---

“They will work to remove any evidence off the internet. No one will connect you to the fanmeet.”

You spent the afternoon signing newly drafted NDAs, at this point not even phased at the idea of signing your life away.

“Should I even be working here?”

“Yes, trust me,” Namjoon says softly. He wanted you near him, by his side. He knew he was asking for a lot, but he needed you, at least until he knew for certain you weren’t going to leave again, you weren’t going to disappear back into his dreams.

Namjoon was equally drained, instead of working on his latest project, he had to explain to the PR team about your odd relationship and figure out a way to leave out all the odd parts.

He called your otherworldly encounter as ‘a connection he couldn’t explain but wanted to explore further,’ his attempt to navigate why he decided to give an ordinary fan a job working so close to him. It was so out of character for him but he was insistent. To you it sounded like he was trying to professionally explain the dynamics of, ‘love at first sight.’

Ironically, your indecisiveness before laid the groundwork for Namjoon as he lied about the timeline of your made up love story. Luckily his managers trusted his judgment and confirmed his story as he had already convinced them to get you the job in the first place. And the poor PR woman, whom you could tell was equally confused by the new developments and your distressed attitude, had no choice but to accept it, and figure out an action plan.

You were officially dating RM, the leader of BTS.

Well, on paper, and only to high clearance level staff members.

---

Yeah, you’re dating Namjoon, but you’re not really dating, however in the grand scheme of things, a fake relationship to cover up an entire lifetime of being together somehow works, a noumenal romance now made legitimate.

What the hell did you think was going to happen, live happily ever after? This isn’t very fairytale. Things weren't exactly easy, or even happy right now.

What the hell were you doing? Your ex’s words rang in your ears. You thought about your future. Is this how it’s going to be? You hadn’t really thought beyond meeting them again.

You walk to your next engagement silently, staying professional even if you longed to hold Namjoon’s hand. The men’s words were comforting, but your own insecurities were screaming over everything else. The dreams hadn’t stopped. You felt your past selves calling out to be with them now that you were closer, everything felt just out of reach.

You felt exhausted, up all night worrying, you do not know what the company offered or threatened your ex with, but he hadn’t messaged you since.

But all that worry melted away the minute you opened the door, the room inside bustling with activity, hearing laughter amongst the group.

Jungkook bounds over to you, hugging you close. You stiffen, “What are you doing?” You look over to the few other staff inside.

“It’s okay, no cameras allowed right now,” he whispers.

“Oh o-okay,” you stutter.

You greet the group, embracing a happy Taehyung. Taehyung holds you, asking, “How are you?”

“Oh you know, working on five hours of sleep, gotta get used to my new sleep schedule,” you grunt.

“Five whole consecutive hours? Just wait until Tour starts again,” Jin hugs you, patting your head cutely. Yoongi is too shy to show his affections, and gives you a brief shoulder squeeze while you’re pulling away from Jin.

You thought Jimin was going to continue giving you the cold shoulder in front of others, but he envelopes you in a warm hug, arms running up and down your back. “I missed you,” he whispers, barely audible for you to hear. Hoseok is the only one who stays away. You didn’t want to leave him out, but you also were worried he still wanted space. You moved to him suddenly, before the latter really hit you, and gave him a quick hug, which he returned happily.

---

“Well, today was a long day.” You stand and stretch your legs.

“Staying here tonight?” Taehyung asks, and the rest of the group look at you expectantly.

“I think I should probably sleep in my own bed at least once this week,” you laugh.

“I’ll walk you to your door,” Namjoon leads you away.

“Hey, just because you’re pretend-dating doesn’t mean you get her all the time now,” Taehyung yells after him, “Just joking, y/n!” he adds when you look back to him, worried.

“Good night.” Stopped at your front door, Namjoon holds your hand in his, peering down at you, a familiar longing expression on his face. He doesn’t want to leave you.

You can’t help but smile. “Come on, I don’t want to sleep alone.” You open the door and pull him inside with you.

---

“It’s been an hour, he’s staying there with her.” Jungkook whines.

“She can do what she wants. I’m happy for them.” Yoongi says.

Jimin scoffs, “I don’t believe you mean that for a second.”

“So is no one going to even discuss my idea?” Taehung yells.

“Shut up Tae,” Jimin mutters.

“Why! We’re all miserable here, when we could all just fix this-”

“Shouldn’t this be something we discuss with her?” Jin asks.

“Wait, so you would be okay with-”

“I d-didn’t say that!” Jin splutters.

“They’re probably doing it.”

“Taehyung, shut the hell up!”

“What! They did it the first night she was here, Jungkook saw.”

The color drains from Jimin’s face. “They did what?”

“I saw it too,” Jin confesses.

“I am not giving up, I love her.” Jungkook says. “We, me and her, we-”

“I knew it!” Tae says, annoyed.

What?!” Jimin yells.

“Wait! Everyone, be quiet! What are you talking about, Tae?” Hoseok asks.

---

Namjoon felt safe, and warm, and solid. You couldn’t help but feel closer with him, going through so much together already. After everything, you just needed him, for reassurance, to silence your inner thoughts, for love. You kiss his bare chest, lying your head down again.

“We should get some sleep.”

You agree, kissing his shoulder, parting your mouth, letting your tongue roll over his skin.

Namjoon smirks, leaning his head back. You take the opportunity to kiss his neck, licking underneath his jawline. “If you’re tired…?” You move over him again, pulling away sweaty sheets, your bare skin heated from Namjoon and his caresses.

He lifts his hips up, arms gripping at your thighs. “I’m not tired at all,” he says, eyes closed and voice deep, grunting when you slide down his length. The truth is you’re both exhausted, yet you couldn’t get enough of each other, you wanted to kiss and touch every part of him, he wanted to worship every part of you. Once you started you couldn’t stop. One last time, you promised yourself, again.

He pulls you down into a kiss, tongue tasting you and the saltiness of his first release in your mouth, you could taste your juices and his mixed on his tongue, on his lips, and his chin. It ignited your passion once again.

He grips the back of your head, holding you still as he pushes his hips upward, right into the spot that has you gasping for breath and calling out his name.

Your moans revitalized him, he accepted indulgence over his need for sleep. Namjoon dragged his length out again to push back in, your hips circling on top of his, as you shuddered looking for another release.

You rolled your hips, let him fill you full of his cock, your walls tightening the closer you came to reaching your high. Namjoon could feel your nearness too, pressing himself hard into you and running his fingers over your sex as you arch your back and fall back onto his chest, nails digging into his biceps.

He rolls himself over you, pressing your legs open before thrusting in deep again, burying his head into the crook of your shoulder. You run your hands through his messy hair, as your bodies move against each other, holding each other, waves of ecstasy flowing through you both before waves of slumber crash down, and you fall asleep next to one another.

---

Hoseok called the leader one last time, hoping Namjoon would just pick up his damn phone. He sighs, entering your key code, cursing his bad luck, the only member to lose every game of rock paper scissors, and thus the one who was tasked to grab the leader so he wouldn’t be late the morning. When he walks into your apartment, he sees Namjoon’s cellphone, still in his pants pocket, on the floor of your living room.

Now Hoseok is annoyed.

He picks up the cell and pants and shirt, knocking louder than he intended on your bedroom door.

“Joon, you’re going to be late!”

The leader opens the door half ajar. Falling over himself, he thankfully grabs the clothes from Hoseok’s outstretched hands. “Thanks,” he mutters.

“Just hurry the hell up.”

“Hoseok!” You rush out of your room with mismatched pajamas, pushing past Namjoon, shutting the door to give him privacy. “Hi!” Hoseok stays quiet. “Do you want some coffee? Dammit!” You trip over your own clothes from last night, your situation becoming even more embarrassing by the second. Hoseok grabs you before you can face plant onto your wooden floors, hands wrapping around your rib cage, he feels your lack of bra, heat rising in his face. “Shit, I’m sorry!”

Hoseok sighs, “It’s okay.” He helps you right yourself, more concerned than upset with you. “Yeah, I’ll take a coffee.”

You smile, pulling him to the kitchen. Joon joins you again, knocking into Hoseok in his haste.

Hoseok watches you out of the corner of his eye. He flips through today’s schedule, not really reading the notes, paying attention to you instead. He tries not to let it bother him, how you giggle at his guest’s joke. You jump up from your desk to find a pen, he watches you write something down on a scrap piece of paper and hand it to the pianist. The man stands way too close to you in Hoseok’s opinion. He’s tall and built, and it makes Hoseok’s insides tighten. He smiles, turning to say goodbye to Hoseok as well, and the radio host immediately recoils as Namjoon nods in his direction.

All three of you fall to the ground. Hoseok manages to hold you again, lessening your impact.

“What the hell?” Hoseok exclaims, clutching you tightly. “Joon?!”

“Ahh,” The leader grunts, “Yeah, I’m not sure how to explain that.” Namjoon winces, pulling himself to his feet again. “We’ll talk more about it later, I have to go!” Namjoon is about to reach out to you, but he sees Hoseok’s arms wrapped tight around you, and he is afraid what will happen if he touches you and him at the same time again. “Y/n, are you okay?”

You stare at both men with wide eyes. “Yeah, um, yeah. Don’t be late.”

You’re still shaken, as you work to make coffee, thinking over the small memory brought to the forefront. Hoseok watches you as you work with your back to him. The vision he saw did not help matters and his own inferior feelings, and all he wants to do is reach out to you, hold you, yell at you, kiss you.

What was Namjoon doing there? He pieces the memories back together, remembers your excitement later on that day, when you tell him about your date. He remembers how you came home afterwards, unusually quiet. Fuck! Why is this bothering him so much?! Because Hoseok, he accepts, is jealous of his leader, just as he was jealous of his guest, of Namjoon.

Hoseok is jealous, and knowing Namjoon touched you, kissed you, fucked you, is ripping him apart from the inside out.

“Do you want sugar?” You turn around, two cups of coffee in your hands. “Hoseok?”

The rapper leans over your counter, his elbows on the marble surface, head in his hands, on the verge of losing it.

“Hoseok?” You want to reach out to him, but you’re worried about crossing his boundaries when he’s clearly upset.

Screw it, you think, if he’s mad at you, you probably deserve it, and he needs to let it out. You run your hand against his back, “What’s wrong? Is it the memory with Joon? I don’t know why, but this just started happening. Is it too much? Do you want some space?”

Hoseok lifts his head up, looking at you. He pulls your hand off his shoulder, gripping your wrist. “Do it again, show me again.” His fingers wrap in between yours in a tight grip.

“I d-don’t know how?”

“Try!" he yells, "Please. Try.” Hoseok looks at you pleadingly.

Hoseok yawns. You poke his cheek. “Wake up, sleepy head,” you giggle, when he rolls over. “Come on! It’s the weekend!”

“Yeah, the weekend, which means I get to sleep in,” Hoseok grunts, pulling a pillow over his head to drown out your voice.

“Hey!” You pull the pillow away and hit him with it, and pull the one underneath him for good measure. His head knocks into his mattress as he groans annoyed.

“THIS IS ABUSE!” he yells.

“This is tough love! Now get up! Rise and shine!” You squish his cheeks between your fingers. Hoseok wishes he could tackle you, but he can barely move his limbs how he wanted.

“Just five more minutes! Pleeeease.”

“You said that ten minutes ago,” you grumble. Hoseok is already snoring again. You pout, “Fine, five more minutes,” you lie back down, knocking you head into his pillow.

Hoseok laughs, “So grumpy, come here already!” He opens his arms out wide, until you give in and fall into his embrace, burying your head into his chest.

Your heart hurts, it aches with the sweet forgotten memory. “Fuck…” Hoseok mumbles. Hoseok’s body is shaking, he yanks closer, gripping your hand tighter. “Again.”

“Look what I got!”

You hold the transcript of your grades in front of your best friend’s face.

“Hmm,” he squints, “You barely passed,” Hoseok notes.

“Ugh, shush! Look at the credits, I have enough to graduate!” you smile wide. “You know what that means?”

“Graduation party?”

“I just need to take my exam to get my license, and your best friend is officially a nurse!” You jump up and down, squealing.

Hoseok laughs, “Come here!” You jump into his lap as he pulls you into a hug. You can’t stop the tears from escaping in your happiness, you worked so hard for this. You promised yourself you would do this, and you did it! With the help of Hoseok, of course. You’re so grateful for him and everything he’s done for you, all the study sessions and cue cards, the late nights going over test questions, just cheering you on when you felt like giving up, everything.

You kiss his cheek, “Thank you, for helping me graduate.” You rest your forehead against his.

“I think I am owed a sponge bath.”

“You would like that, wouldn’t you?” You laugh, punching him in the shoulder. He dramatically winces in pain, and you laugh, hugging him one more time, “I love you!”

“I love you too.” Hoseok says. “I love you too.”

You rest your head against his, tears escaping from a mixture of happiness and pain at reliving your past self. Your fingers feel numb from how tightly you both squeeze each other’s hands.

“Why didn’t I ever say it back? I don’t even know why I was so scared to say it back, when I was so in love you. I was in love with you for so long. I love you. Y/n, I love you.”

“Hoseok…” He uses his free hand to wipe away your tears. You stop biting your lip, you stop holding everything in. “I love you too.”

His thumb presses into your cheek, “Say it again.”

“I lo-” Hoseok pulls you closer, lips covering your own, in a strong unwavering kiss, so passionate, you lost yourself for a moment.

---

“In my ‘professional’ opinion, your English is perfect.”

“Yeah? That’s right.” You giggle as Hoseok throws more English phrases at you, throwing in a dance move in the mix, your head falling against his shoulder as you shake with laughter. Hoseok pulls out his phone, showing you a funny video and you both fall back into wheezing giggles.

“Is it just me, or are they unusually close all of a sudden?” Jimin asks Jin. You had been glued to Hoseok’s side all day, lost in your own world with the rapper. Even Namjoon, who was afraid of the morning repeating itself, kept his distance from the pair of you.

“That thing happened again, with Hoseok this time.” Namjoon whispers to the eldest.

“Oh, was it something, um, good then-” Jin watches you lean in closer to Hoseok, scrolling through his phone, pointing at the screen, nodding. You stare into each other's eyes and start laughing again. “-between you?”

“I, err, asked y/n on a date in front of him.”

“Whoa, what?” Both idols watch you, confused. At that information, Jin would have guessed Hoseok had thrown in the towel and decided to be just friends, but the way Hoseok watches you, transfixed, the way you keep falling against him, bracing his knee, holding onto his shoulder, it looks more than friendly banter. Jin smirks to himself, thinking perhaps Hoseok has actually decided to do the very opposite.

“Y/n?” Jin calls you over. When both you and Hoseok walk towards him, he gives Namjoon a look.

“Hobi, can you look at this menu? Choose what you want for lunch today.” The leader asks.

“Y/n, what do you want?”

“Oh, I don’t eat at the same time as you guys.”

“What?!”

“She’s staff, Hoseok,” Namjoon reminds.

“I am but a working pleb, but I’m here if you need help with your English,” you wink.

“I need help,” Seokjin remarks. He and Namjoon have to physically pull you and Hoseok away from one another.

You sit in the corner of the room with Jin, watching the rest of the group bicker, you catch Hoseok’s eyes and he makes a funny face at you. “You seem happier.”

You raise your eyebrow, “I thought you needed help with your English,” you tease. You know your job is all pretense, but you still wanted to try your best at it.

“I just wanted to make sure you’re okay. Things seem to be piling on top of one another. That’s a lot of strain to put on one person. I just want you to know, you have us, to help, to lessen it.”

“I know,” you smile, “and I’m happy.”

“Also, I wanted to ask you something.” Seokjin clears his throat.

“Shoot.”

“Would you go on another date with me?”

Your eyes widen, whispering, “A date?”

“Yeah, a dinner date, will you?”

You smile wide, nodding quickly. “Of course.”

---

“Done?”

You close your laptop, stretching, “Yeah.” Hoseok turns off his playlist and sits next to you against the practice room mirror. “Hobi, I have to tell you something.” Hoseok waits for you to continue, wiping the sweat from his neck using a towel, tired from dancing. “Jin asked me out on a dinner date.”

Hoseok nods, stretching his legs. “He will probably make you dinner, he likes doing that.”

“You’re okay with me going on a date?”

“Yeah,” Hoseok laughs, rolling his neck and pulling on his elbows.

“You’re not-” your eyes narrow on him, “-jealous?”

Hoseok grabs your leg, yanking you to him, so you slide away from the mirror, lying on the practice room floor. “Do you want me to be?” He sits on your lap, caging you under his legs, hands beside your head.

“I-um-w-well-n-no.” Hoseok knew he had no claim on you. He wasn’t even the one fake-dating you. He also knew Jin really cared for you, and he was still working through everything Taehyung had said. And even though he was jealous, he wasn’t going to pressure you to reject anyone. Not to say, he wouldn’t tease you about it and torture you a bit, enjoying the way you looked up at him shyly, panting softly underneath him.

“I’m not jealous, because I know you’ll come find me afterwards, to tell me all about it, right?”

---

Jin took you to his apartment. He did end up making you dinner, and you helped. You julliened vegetables while he put together everything else. His apartment filled with the sounds of metal clanging, soft music playing in the background and Jin’s soothing voice offering you instructions.

You didn’t have many dresses packed from home, but you found a nice sundress in your closet, it was comfortable and perfect for a laid back date. First a fishing date, now a cooking date, you appreciated Jin for trying to make this situation normal for you.

You washed dishes while he plated everything. “Use gloves,” he pulls your hands away from the harsh tap water, thumb running over the blue gemstone of the ring he gave you. You never took it off, wearing it even when you weren’t working. He watches the wet gem sparkle. “Y/n?”

“Jin?” He looks down at you with a serious expression, questions on the tip of his tongue. You feel Jin wants to tell you something, but his expression changes again, back to smiles and sweetness, not willing to ruin the mood.

You enjoy a nice normal night with Jin, who is much calmer alone, quieter, but you enjoyed the quiet, you enjoyed being around him so much. Actually, you loved being around him, eating and talking, living in the moment and not worrying about anything else. You ask him questions about how to navigate the city, he talks about his favorite spots in town, hideaways he can go and feel like everyone else, promising to show you one day. You talk until you’re full and sleepy.

“Remember the bet we made?”

You nod. “Cashing in on your wish?”

Seokjin smiles, “Yeah, but I am trying to be a gentleman about it.”

“You’re always a gentleman.”

“I don’t want to be, sometimes,” his sharp eyes stare at you, and you start to feel hot all over.

“I never said you had to be,” you clear your throat, gathering the courage to return his stare, “if you don’t want to.”

Seokjin smirks, pushing his plate away. “My wish is for you to come up with the next date.”

“Huh, that’s it?”

“Why?” he laughs, “Disappointed? Wanted a kiss, eh?”

You resist the urge to scoff, crossing your arms, “Okay, okay, then what would have wished for if you weren’t being a gentleman, Kim Seokjin?”

Seokjin leans in closer, hand holding your chin still. He leans in until your lips are touching, and you gasp in surprise. He raises his eyebrows, and tilts your chin to the side, moving your view towards his balcony. “Outside.”

‘Is he really? Did he really, did he mean that?’ Your own thoughts echo back to you, an assured “Definitely.’ He lets go of your chin and leans back into his chair again, “I want it to be an all day thing too!”

You fell asleep on his couch, woke up in a hammock. Another dream, now a normal occurance, it feels warm and smells fresh and tropical, a paradise that you know won’t last. Your heart hurts, thinking about all this beauty being destroyed. You’re sad, until hands grab at your waist, scaring you so much you let out a piercing scream.

“Sorry, sorry! I couldn’t help myself.” Jin doubles over in laughter. Jin pulls you into a crushing hug, placing apologetic kisses all over your face.

“You’re going to give me a heart attack,” you calm your breathing, clutching at your chest.

“You won’t have one, trust me.” He kisses you eagerly, pulling you close, refusing to let go until you both need a break to breathe in air. You feel his desire for you press hard against your thigh.

“Jin,” you moan.

“What?” He pulls away from you quickly.

“Huh?”

Jin looks between your bodies, gripping your hand, turning your palm over to stare at the blue gemstone, the one that was not supposed to be on your finger yet.

“Y/n?”

“Jin?”

You jolt awake, pulling away from Seokjin, who is now fully awake too. He looks down at your hand on his chest, his fingers intertwined with yours. “That wasn’t just a dream, was it?” he says, ears flushed red. He had made it a habit to escape into his love for you, he hadn't expected you, really you, would be there too.

“What’s happening to us?”

---

You shut your apartment door softly, pulling off your heels, turning on the lights. You smile at the sight, Hoseok curled up on your couch, mouth open in his sleep. You sit on the floor next to him, running your hand down his shoulder, “Hey,” you whisper, “You didn’t have to wait up for me, you know.”

Hoseok rubs his eyes, adjusting to the extra light as you pour yourself a glass of water in the kitchen.

Hoseok walks to your side, wrapping his arms around your middle and resting his head on your shoulder from behind. “What’s wrong?” he says groggily, feeling you stiffen.

“Nothing,” you hum, thinking about what happened with Seokjin.

“You’re different.”

You sigh. “You think so? Maybe, I feel different all the time now.”

Hoseok kisses your neck, pulling your sleeve down, so he can kiss the length of your shoulder, his lips moving against your skin when he whispers, “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You tried to keep the emotion stirring inside you out of your voice.

“You love Seokjin.” Hoseok says abruptly.

You nod, “A part of me does, yes,” you whisper breathlessly, coming to terms with your feelings.

Hoseok pauses, “You love Namjoon, then, too.”

“Yes.”

Hoseok leans against the kitchen counter, pulling away from you.

You don’t know why, but you start to cry.

“If you had to choose only one of us to love, could you?”

You cry. You can’t stop crying.

Hoseok’s heart breaks watching you, he had promised himself to only make you laugh from now one. “I won’t ask you to choose again, I’m sorry.”

“It’s not fair to you. I’m sorry. I don’t know what to do.” You rest your palm on his chest, over his heart.

Hoseok smiles, thumb underneath your jaw, tilting your head up to meet his eyes. Kissing your lips only briefly, his lips ghosting over yours, “I’m not worried about us.” He kisses your forehead. You lean into his embrace, reaching for a proper kiss, but Hoseok pulls away smirking.

You clench your jaw, fingers running over your lips. “Are you teasing me?”

“If you want more, you just have to ask me for more, I would give you anything you want.”

“What do you want?”

Hoseok looks at you pointedly, eyes brazenly looking up and down your body. “You already know.”

You lean back on your kitchen counter, holding yourself back. What you were doing was not right, you needed to have a conversation with everyone before you really hurt the people you cared about most.

“This dress you chose for Jin?” he asks.

You nod, feeling embarrassed, you should have changed first before waking Hoseok.

He bends down, whispering in your ear. “If it was me, and you picked out a dress just for me, I would have torn it off your body.” Oh.

There’s a knock on your door before you can react any further. Hoseok turns the doorbell screen on, expecting to see Jin. He opens the door and pulls a surprised Jungkook in by his hoodie. “I’ll talk to you later,” he yells over his shoulder at you, and leaves before he loses control of himself.

“What, um, what? Is he okay?” Jungkook stammers.

You run your hand across your neck, trying to calm your goosebumps, your body jittery and needy and wound up. “Y-Yeah.”

“Jin was back and I thought you were alone, I’m sorry.” Jungkook says, running a hand through his freshly washed hair. You pour yourself a glass of water, gulping the liquid down to calm yourself. “Are you okay?”

“No. Yeah, I mean yeah. S-Sorry, I’m just tired.”

“Did you want to go to bed?”

“Yes,” you nod, walking swiftly out of the kitchen, grabbing Jungkook’s hand along the way.

You run with urgency, following Jungkook through the halls of your estate, until you’re in your favorite spot, an abandoned broom closet, now used as food storage for the winter. No one ever comes here during the warm months, except for you and Jungkook.

Once locked inside, you lunge at each other, hands and mouths searching for skin, rough and fast with no time to waste.

“I missed you.” you gasp out between heated kisses, mouth nipping at his shoulder when he lifts you up on a level spot, the perfect height to have your legs wrapped around Jungkook's torso. He quickly unbuttons his pants, pressing into you with no pretense, holding you for a moment while you adjust to his size.

“Sorry, I’ve been busy breaking in new mares.” He gave you a reassuring smile, bright and innocent, it was a small white lie, he had spent days sorting out his finances, he almost had enough, and then he promised himself he would tell you everything.

One hard thrust knocks you back into burlaps sacks, and another has you quickly forgetting your troubles, laughing together when bags fall onto the ground, smiling in secret, loving him in whispers and careful tenderness.

You woke, back pressed tightly to Jungkook, his hands holding onto yours securely.

“Y/n? What did you dream about?” He asks, voice deep from sleep.

“You,” you say, your own voice scratchy from sleep.

“Did we have the same-”

“Yeah, I think so.” you whisper softly, feeling his erection against your back, turning your head to look over your shoulder. Jungkook’s hair is sticking up in all directions, you giggle at the sight.

“What?” He kisses your neck, purposefully rough to tickle you. “Are you laughing at me?”

“Y-ye-s,” you manage to say between giggles, wiggling around to face him. You look into his eyes, holding onto the moment. “Kiss me, like you did before.”

Jungkook didn’t have to be told twice, while you told yourself you’ll listen to that voice of reason, the rational part of you later, right now, you’ll listen to your heart.

---

Oh hey, look at me, I finished a chapter! LISTEN, LinDA LISTEN, don’t be mad </3, this chapter two weeks ago, one week, yesterday, did not look anything like it does right now. At first I didn’t like this chapter, treated it like an in between until we got to the good stuff, and I edited and re-edited until I really became proud of it, I’m sorry it took so long, but I didn’t want to disappoint you, because I just knew if I didn’t like it, you wouldn’t. But now, I like it :D (OH GOD PLEASE LIKE IT TOO) ((I MEAN IT’S OKAY IF YOU DON’T! JUST FINE I’LL BE FINE :’’D)) (((bUT if you do, can you like, leave me like, a thumbs up or something so I know :’’’’D))) I mean c’mon, the Hoseok build up, that’s good, right? ;)

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TOSKA [ PART II ]

PAIRING : Yandere!Hoseok x Reader

SUMMARY : The Mating Season is a wondrous time for all the wolves. Well, as wondrous as Alphas fighting against Alphas for their desired Omegas can be. You wish for it to pass quickly. Receive zero offers or worse, get mated to an Alpha that had been the part of the group of wolves that had bullied you throughout your childhood. However, bad luck comes knocking at your door in the form of the Alpha’s son, also the reason you were ostracized and tormented as a child.

GENRE : Yandere AU, Werewolf AU, Omegaverse AU

WARNINGS: Mentions of Bullying, Mature Language, Omegaverse, Yandere Behavior, Misogynistic Behavior, Child Abuse, Mentions of Blood, Mentions of Dead Animals, Violence, Sexual Content, Dub-con, Talks of Virginity, Religious Themes, Implied Cannibalism etc.

I do not own BTS. This in, no way, reflects their real personalities. The only reason they have been mentioned is to indicate the physical appearance of a FICTIONAL character.

My intention is not to glorify toxic behavior nor do I believe BTS member would ever act like this. It’s just a figment of my imagination. Know the difference. Please.

a/n : its finally here!!! this one is a complete doozy and idk if u guys would like it but here is my yandere hobi brainrot offering.

Part I    Part II

You'd always been fascinated by the sky. To you, it looked like a painting created by the most talented of hands. Masterful brushstrokes carefully painting it's expansive canvas in streaks of blues, goldens and the lightest of pinks. As lively as the scene it now watched over.

As far as the naked eye could see, the clearing was filled to the brim with onlookers. Each wolf gathered in the area looked expectant. The Alphas anticipating gruesome fights, the Betas expecting a huge mess that they would have to clean up later and lastly, the Omegas- made to sit closely to their kin or mates- dreading the bloodbath. Fearing either for their Alpha children who were participating or themselves, the ones being fought for.

You fell into the latter category. With Mother on one side and Father on another, you could do naught but sit still and resign yourself to watching wolves inflicting brutality on one another.

Currently, two wolves were fighting over a “highly-desirable” Omega. The said girl sat in between her parents, shaking like a leaf. The sound of paws hitting hardened wolf skin reverberated like a drum. Each hit led the girl to flinch, horrified that she would be bound to the vicious winner in nearby future.

Peeling your gaze away from her, you tell yourself to look ahead instead of looking at the makeshift fighting ring. You willed your mind to move away from this place with no luck. Sounds of Alphas jeering, energised by this show of power, the correct way to “win a Mate”, falling upon your ears. You could hardly keep your meager breakfast of cold soup down when you heard the sound of the loser of the fight howling as his opponent tore into his neck, sharp teeth ripping apart fur.

The winner spent no time in jumping over the fence to reach his Omega, pulling her shaking form up and tearing into her throat, jaw clamped around the thin neck to bind them together for an eternity. With their respective parents beaming at each other, recognizing the others as now family, the next round began.

The one that everyone had been waiting for, including you.

Jungkook entered the ring, already in his wolf form. The large midnight black wolf looked intimidating even from your position. It’s fur was glossy and as it walked towards the centre, the clear rippling of muscles under his fur excited the crowd to an unfathomable degree. They were expecting blood to be shed.

For a moment in time, you wondered if you had been afraid for nothing. Jungkook was no bunny anymore. His stature screamed strength and as he met your eyes, you saw determination and resolve. Your friend had a good chance to win.

Your hopeful heart shattered, however, as Jung Hoseok entered the scene. His lithe body gleamed, a sheen of sweat covering his naked torso. The cheers grew to a deafening degree, the winner clear in the crowd’s mind before the fight had even begun. Alphas of all ages cheered for him as well as a few Betas, encouraging the Alpha that the pack was all too proud of. After all, the wolf had survived alone in the woods by himself, that alone was a testament to his strength, survival instincts and most importantly, his killer instinct.

And the man clearly knew it. His lips quirked up in a small smirk as he looked up and straight into your eyes. Immediately, you looked away, heart thundering. There was always something about his eyes. As if they knew things.

As soon as that crawling feeling of having his eyes set upon you had left, you look back. He stood facing the crowd still, now looking at his parents. The Head Alpha and Omega stood still, not a single smile or look of encouragement upon their face. For a second, you wondered if they were upset about his choice of a Mate but that couldn’t be right. They were one of the most progressive wolves you had come across. As far-fetched as it sounded, with their son being a disgrace to Mother Moon, the couple had always been supportive and loving with their son, unaware as they were of his activities. You couldn’t imagine them being so disgusted with this decision.

Upon looking closely, they almost seemed as if they were avoiding his gaze. Their faces looked almost uncomfortable, if one focused enough. The Head Alpha stood straight, however, he seemed to be almost leaning backwards, as if trying to escape being in the line of sight of his own son. The Head Omega, his mother, simply looked away.

Your muscles seized as the dreaded gaze met yours. Palms that lay clenched on your thighs began sweating, your body reacting as his eyes roved over you, almost feeling like a physical touch. Your mind reeled. The physiological reaction of fear and arousal, as frustrating as it was, was so similar that it always left a sour taste in your mouth. You wish to peel your eyes away but he mouths,

'Look at only me'

Giving you one last look, almost threatening look, he turns away, facing his opponent. Jungkook's wolf shakes his head, as he growls in impatience for Hoseok to change into his wolf form.

The crowd lets out a simultaneous gasp as the tall man crooks his finger towards the large wolf, beginning the fight.

Heads turn towards each other, confused. Even Jungkook's wolf stands still, the ebony wolf looking bewildered. Was he not going to change into his wolf form?

This was basically a death sentence. One's wolf was multiple times stronger than one's human form. To fight a wolf without changing was like admitting defeat.

Or maybe, as you looked at the confident Alpha's parents, it was an expression of arrogance. Of proclaiming that one's opponent is so weak that one's wolf form need not spend it's energy to defeat the other. Maybe this was why Hoseok's parents were looking so resigned.

Your insides bubbled with hope. He had always been ailed by his arrogant nature. Looking smug for a fight he was bound to loose, you felt yourself relaxing. Maybe you were worrying about nothing.

With the clang of the massive drum, the two wolves began to circle each other. One in his human form and the other in his animal form. Jungkook was the first to lunge.

As his massive form flew in the air towards the taut form of Hoseok, everyone expected a noisy collision.

And it happened. Except, not the way that everyone expected.

Hoseok's large hands grabbed the front paws of his opponent's wolf and threw the large wolf on the ground. Landing a good feet away, you flinched as you heard something crack.

For a moment, the crowd was stunned into silence. No matter how powerful, getting the upper hand on a wolf in one's human form was unheard of. Alpha Hoseok had always been considered a powerful Alpha but this was surprising, even for him. But despite the way you felt dizzy at your friend's possibly broken hind leg, the crowd went wild. Mainly, the Alphas hooted and shouted, chest puffing out with pride to witness such a strong wolf in their midst.

From the corner of your eye, you could see Father grin, wrinkled face looking smug and proud. Having a Mating Offer from the Head Alpha's son had made him ecstatic but having connections with the wolf that had proven himself to be so powerful? He looked like he was about to burst from the happiness.

You could feel yourself slouching, wanting to disappear as everyone threw you not so discreet looks, whispering of your good luck.

Commotion in the ring drew everyone's attention. In the moment that he'd hit the ground with such force, Jungkook lay still for a moment. And it was this moment that his opponent took advantage of. Running so quick that he was a blur, Hoseok reached the prostrate wolf's side as the animal stood back up, clearly favouring his right hind leg. He leapt on the human figure again, this time with his maw open, sharp teeth looking for skin to tear into.

Taking advantage of his broken leg, Hoseok leaned on the right side and slid under the wolf, muscled arm quickly taking hold of the left hind leg while simultaneously putting the neck of the wolf into a chokehold. The sound of his other hind leg cracking under the force of your doom's animalistic strength, made your heart fall to your stomach. As the wolf howled, tears fell down your cheek for your friend's pain, your body flooding with guilt.

Jungkook was incapacitated.

As the healer dragged the large wolf away, the sound of cheers and proud thumps on your now Mate's back fell upon your ears that were ringing strangely. You realised you were hyperventilating.

"Greet your Alpha sincerely." Father spoke into your ear as you sneered at him, feeling strangely rebellious now that you felt like you had walked into a death trap.

Father's jaw clenched, his Alpha displeased by this show of defiance by a measly Omega. Before his meaty hand could rise to discipline you, you found yourself engulfed in thick arms, your head ambushed by a strong chest. You stood still, nails digging into your palms as his scent assaulted you. The same scent that brought you distress throughout your childhood now conditioning your body to recognise as it's Mate.

An insistent nose tickled your neck, finding your scent gland and taking a deep breath. Your body that was pushed against his shook as his chest rumbled in a pleased growl, nose digging into your skin even more forcefully.

You expected sharp teeth to embed themselves into your vulnerable neck as his eyes met yours. His hands dug into your waist, clenching the cloth covering your form as his head lowered again.

Shockingly, a wet kiss planted itself on the base of your neck before he pulled himself away, looking pained. His calloused hands cupped your face as your teary eyes focused on the slope of his shoulders, whispering,

"I'll do it later. Thoroughly."

The cave is large. Obscenely so.

Granted, he was the Head Alpha’s son but what use could an unmated Alpha make of a cave that was more than two times larger than the one your family of three lived in?

Well, your former family of three.

You were a Jung now.

Sitting on a smooth rock, you stared at your watery reflection in the small pool of water that was created in the cave floor due to collection of water from the indents in one of the cave wall that was situated near a stream of fresh water. You’d never seen such a wonder of nature before. To have fresh water within reach all the time? Miraculous.

Despite this, you couldn’t find any excitement within yourself at the idea that this cave was now your home. Despite it’s own source of water, spacious area and a large nest made of wool and soft-looking fur of various animals, you would have to share this space with your personal nightmare.

Share this bed with that nightmare.

Kylo ran his fingers through your hair before running the wide-toothed wooden comb through the soft strands. Mother had washed it along with the rest of your body and clothed in a thin white dress that reached only slightly below your knees back at your parents’ cave. As tradition demanded, you had subsequently been brought your Mate’s cave while he had gone to the celebratory function.

And now, you sat waiting for him to come and claim you.

Your reflection shows a face that looks devoid of any emotion, devoid of life. Your eyes, despite being lined with the kohl that Mother made using soot, look lifeless. Your mind keeps going back to Jungkook’s pained howl, belying his pain and defeat. Your eyes water as your think of how much pain your friend must be in.

As the kohl rubs off due to a lone tear that fall down your cheek, Mother abandons the mortar and pestle, in which she crushes red berries , in favor of holding your chin and titling your face her way.

“Child, do not shed any more tears. It does a Mated Omega no good to worry over an unrelated Alpha. If your Mate comes to know of it......” She wants to say more, her tone is strict but you know she means you no harm. Yet she holds back, not wanting to make things worse for you.

Kylo’s hand also comes to a stop, his arms falling around you and his face burying in your neck. His body is shaking and even though you can hear no sound, you know he is crying, his gentle soul aching at your pain.

Mother stares at you for a moment but you know her hands are tied so goes back to the wooden table that sits low to the ground in the middle of the cave and picks up the pestle back again.

Kylo picks his head up from your shoulder and whispers in your ear,

“Just get through this night. We can undo this mating. We’ll petition the pack council, don’t worry. I won’t let you suffer in the hands of that monster.” His words that were intended to act like a balm on your aching heart bring you no relief. To do what he proposes, you’ll have to still spend the night with him. Be claimed by him.

You’ve gone numb and words have left you. As much as you wish, you cannot even bring yourself to say something back to your best friend, to even squeeze his hand in solace. At this, Kylo cries harder, unable to look at you slip away in your mind.

The sensation of Mother’s finger smearing the berries’ extract upon your lips feels like it’s so far away. You strangely feel detached. When you’d spent those sleepless nights worrying about what might happen if Hoseok won, you’d imagined that you would fight. Or run away. Or hang yourself from the tree beside the Pack Kitchen. But now, as the nightmare becomes reality, you find your limbs to be devoid of any strength.

Your entire childhood you had been tormented by him, so why not the rest of your life?

Mother pulls you up by one arm and Kylo pulls another to drag your numb form towards the large bed. You sit slouching in the middle of the sea of fur and wool as the sounds of talking falls upon your ears.

He has come.

You distinctly wonder if he’s drunk. Father always came back drunk from the ceremonies so it’s only rational to think that your Mate must be inebriated too. After all, he’d taken the ultimate revenge from you. Ruined your life spectacularly. It’s a night of great joy for him.

Your senses only return to awareness as the entrance of the cave is closed with the cave rock. And despite your body feeling like it’s gone numb, it comes roaring back to life as your eyes fall on the only form that’s left in the dark cave besides yourself.

Hoseok stands at the very entrance of the cave, his tall frame dominating the space. The area around him is lit by the fire of the wooden stick that is mounted on two opposite sides of the cave. The orange glow of the fire highlights his strong frame, making the muscles on his thick arms and shirtless torso seem more intimidating.

The same glow falls upon his face, the flicker of the fire giving his face the appearance of something supernatural. The dark eyes that refuse to blink as they trace your frame stun you. As you sit, cowering, you can swear that you see his eyes glow red for a moment. The atmosphere turns eerie, the dark corners of the cave almost feel like they grow eyes to watch you, snickering in your misery.

However, all thoughts flee your head as he moves towards you, his footsteps urgent and almost clumsy. You wonder if he’s too drunk but your sense of smell finds not a hint of it on him.

As he falls upon the nest on his knees, you slither backwards. Goosebumps rise across your arms at his proximity, traitorous body confusing your emotions. The disgust and fear that were normal for you upon seeing your tormentor’s face since childhood are being confused for the need to mate by the Omega in you.

He’s so capable, so strong, it sighs.

Veiny hands fall on your arms, slowly crawling upwards as he reached your back. As he pulls you flush against his form, you realise slithering backwards was not in your best interest. Now you are stuck between the cave wall and the wall that was his golden-skinned chest.

Tilting your head up, his eyes fall upon every feature of your face, desperation burning in his eyes. You can feel the strength in his hand, despite the gentleness of his action, as he caresses your cheek and pushes stray hair behind your ear.

“Waited so long for this. For you.” He groans, mouth falling against your neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses in it’s wake.

He laps at the skin, tongue insistent upon his skin. You wait for a cruel word, but it never comes. Suddenly, it hits you as he kisses your breasts over your thin dress, that this might not be a cruel prank.

That your bully has somehow developed feelings for you. But how?

Big hands fall upon your legs, feeling each inch of skin as they slither upwards, taking the dress with them. Your head falls back and you realise that all this time, he has been purring, knowing for it’s sedating effects on an Omega.

Limbs turning to jelly, your mind blanks as you struggle to hold onto shreds of your sanity. You want to protest but your body has taken over. You want to cry and you want to push him away, scream that he’s ruined your childhood but your body has a mind of it’s own. A pained moan leaves you, a conflict between your rational mind and your Omega that demands your submission.

You move and the action rubs your thighs together, the squelching sound of slick making you want to cry. At once, his eyes fall over your moist core that is now exposed to his eyes, your dress now resting at your stomach. You feel your face burn and your body falls further into the softness that cushions your back, an arm falling on your eyes.

You can only hear the sound of your rushing heart and his harsh breathing for a moment before your world explodes into stars.

He places his mouth upon your wet centre and leaves a hot, open mouthed kiss against it. At once, many things happen.

You cry out as your body stretches taut, nerve endings on fire. Having never been touched there, your body feels overly sensitive as if it’ll burst into a million pieces like it just did if he touched you again.

At the same time, Hoseok lets out the loudest growl. You keen at the sound, wetness rushing out of your lower lips. Peeking out from under your arm, you briefly see his mouth coated with slick as he licks his lips and looks at you like a prey he’s encountered in the wild.

He’s breathing hard for a moment before you feel his weight on you, body feeling incredibly close to yours. Snatching your arm away from your face, he holds it above you, stretching both your bodies taut and incredibly close to each other.

You move your head to the side before a forceful hand turns your chin. He holds your jaw in his palm, nose touching yours. You lay motionless as he stares into your eyes. His hand pushes your jaw open and a dollop of saliva falls from his mouth into yours. Suddenly, his mouth is sealed over yours as he sucks on your lips, tongue invading your mouth. The mixture of his saliva and the taste of your own wetness coats your mouth, which he licks at. As your mouths separate, a thin string of saliva binds you two.

You feel as if the blush has reached down your neck as you realise that this vulgar exchange was your first kiss. Your lower lips had been kissed before the ones on your face.

Your breasts brush against his hard chest due to your heavy breathing. His face, half masked in darkness looks down, searing your chest with it’s intensity. Both his hands are on your breasts instantly, fondling and squeezing them. He looks like he’s in heaven and eyes wandering as if he cannot decide where to look. At a particularly harsh squeeze, you let out a moan.

You know that Omegas are not allowed to express pleasure during any sexual activity. Even a single moan or a sound that slips past one’s lips could act as a testament to an Omega’s wanton nature. In a society where it was considered virtuous to not express sexual desire, this was a grave mistake.

But instead of looking disgusted and pushing you away as you’d been half hoping, his eyes become almost rabid. His mouth meets yours again, tongue plundering your mouth savagely. Insistent hands pinch the tips of your breasts and as sounds spill past your lips despite the screaming in your brain, he drinks it all in as if starved.

His hands slip away from your chest down your back to grip your buttocks, unashamed as can be. As he his palms squeeze and pull, you bury your face sideways against the pillow, biting your lips to block any sounds. Pulling your hips up to grind against him, he latches on your neck.

Tears slip past your cheeks, making their way down the slope of your nose as your body welcomes the one man you were afraid of.

A gasp slips past your lips as you feel the heavy weight of his loins upon your core. It feels hot and pulsing, very different from how your finger had felt on your core the one time you'd touched it as a teenager and been caught by Mother and beaten for it. 'Good Omegas did not have dirty ideas', she'd said.

You feel the scrape of sharp teeth on the skin of your neck as a shiver racks your spine, Omega moaning at the thought of being claimed. It made you push your hips up, inviting that heaviness.

Your back bows and a scream slips past your throat as at once, your core is breached and teeth lodged in your throat.

The wetness lets him slide in easily and he takes full advantage of it by moving immediately. His teeth dig in further and you push at his shoulders, it was enough to breach the barrier of skin, why did he torment you so by digging it so deep?

His teeth recede, tongue lapping at the wound created. You can do nothing to control your breathy gasps as your mind feels like it's evaporating, the euphoria of a bond coursing through your system. His hands caress your thighs before grasping them hard and widening them before he begins snapping his hips. His hips pound against yours as you scream, unable to stop any sounds as your Omega howls, relishing in its win. You cry and moan, the conflict between the two sides raging. His groans are in your ear as he licks the shell of it.

"Mine." He growls, the sound of it so distorted and harsh you can hardly make sense of it.

Your core is burning as he pounds, nerve endings sizzling. Your body twitches, ready to combust once again. It finally does so as he makes you watch him, eyes holding yours as he licks up your chest, from the valley between the twin peaks to the column of your neck before he kisses you. He kisses like he's trying to steal your soul as you cry out, scratching at the wool of the nest. In the end moments, he's growling and snapping his hips harder, before his back stretches like an arrow string and you watch as he empties himself inside you.

And this time, you're sure that red takes over his eyes completely.

Your body feels as if it’s floating, the high of multiple orgasms swimming in your head. Yet it does nothing to the disgust that roils in your stomach towards the man who stands up to pull the wool blanket that lay under you, a dark crimson patch catching your eye as your consciousness gives in.

The sky turns red as the globe of fire that hangs in the sky disappears behind the horizon, streaks of gold shooting across the heavens. Your vision is blurry is you run, tired and hungry.

Oh, the hunger.

It clawed at your insides and slowed you down. Having eaten nothing for two days, you only ran and drank sips of water from the waterskin hanging from your neck.

But if you wanted to put sufficient distance between you and your Mate, one of the best hunters in your pack, you would have to run. But how long?

You didn’t know how far another pack was and if they would even accept you. But you had to take a chance.

The greenery that was until now thick around you began to shift, changing. Nature watched as it’s very outline changed, distorted till you could no longer recognize your own surrounding.

Thick shrubs lessened and right in front of your eyes tall trees, that had been here for hundreds of years receded backwards. You stilled, horror clasping your heart in it’s vicious grip.

A hand seized the back of your neck, clenching hard as your head began to swim and pulled you backwards. You could only cry as you saw the previously distorted scenery correct itself, stitching itself back together into a picture of normalcy.

When you came to, you were in the pack grounds. Every pack member stood there, although their faces were blurry. You couldn’t distinguish between any of them, as if they one collective sentient being.

Suddenly, night fell over the sky as a fire lit up.

Screams of terror tore out of your throat as you saw the melting faces of Kylo, Mother and Father.

Kylo’s flesh falling off his bones as he was burned in a huge fire in the middle of the pack ground as everyone else watched, silent.

In the mesh of faces, your eyes found the one that was in crystal clarity.

Hoseok stood there, smiling innocently.

“Hello again.”

Your heart thundered in your ear as you woke from your slumber, the melting flesh of your loved ones plastered behind your eyelids as you blinked. You were on the damned bed you had went to sleep on and had a bad dream. You breathed a sigh of relief. You’d never had a dream so realistic.

As your vision regained focus, it fell upon the shirtless man in the cave pool, his eyes fixed upon your rising form. Hoseok was in the pool up to his stomach, wet hair slicked back off of his forehead. His arms lay crossed on top of the cave floor as he stared at you, the same smile he wore in your nightmare sitting comfortably upon his glowing visage.

“Hello again.” His baritone voice left you speechless, the content of the speech bringing bile to the front of your mouth.

The droplets enhancing the perfect slope of his nose, strong eyebrows and a smile that resembled the shape of a heart, all this would be considered attractive in your eyes. Except looking upon him only brought back memories you wished not to recall.

As the haze of sleep wore off, you jolted up. It had been instilled in you since childhood that an Omega had to wake up before the Alphas of the house and prepare the morning meal.

As you flailed to get up, the thin fur you had been covered with fell of, arousing a loud growl from the Alpha across from you, eyes tracing your form. Not wishing a repeat of last night, you look around for the dress you had worn last night and spotting it carelessly thrown upon the cave floor, rush to pick it up and put it back on.

Turning around to slither the dress down your body, you fail to notice Hoseok approaching you. As the dress is about to fall down your back, he places his palm upon the middle of your back, preventing the dress from falling down. His large palm covers the entire width of your back, fingers splayed out as they were.

Your hands fall upon the cave wall, knees shaking as your body roars to awareness, the mark upon your neck burning. You wish you could evaporate into thin air, the humiliation of everything that has happened since last night creeping up your throat.

But this needed to be done, you remind yourself, a Mate bond could not be broken before it was consummated. Now you just need to find a reason to break the bond and petition the Pack Council.

A nose tracing the line of your neck stops your line of thought.

"We don't need these curtains between us, darling." He murmurs, pulling at the dress.

You roll your eyes. It felt so weird to heard these pet names coming from him. You push away from his grasp just as his arms are coming to cage you in, his front plastered behind your back.

"Uh...where's the cooking area?" You question, looking at anywhere but his eyes that have considerably darkened.

He shakes his head, fingers worming their way through yours, clasping your hand.

"You don't need to cook, darling. You could hurt yourself. " A pained expression overcomes his face as he pulls up the hand that's in his grasp towards his mouth, placing kisses on its back.

You look at him like he's gone crazy and maybe he truly has. Being affectionate with you, not calling you names and now forbidding an Omega from cooking?

He startles suddenly, pulling you in a certain direction.

"I'm so sorry, darling. You must be hungry. I'm so sorry. I should have known. I.." He rambles, the muscles in his back looking tense as he pulls you towards a side of the cave that you can see has a fire pit typically created for cooking and a line of utensils near it.

Crouching near a pot, he takes off the lid. Steam can be seen in the air as he ladles the hot porridge into a bowl.

Coming near you, he presents it you, a wide smile and hopeful look upon his face.

Your response must be a bit too late as his face falls and he speaks up again.

"Ah, I should feed you. It is too hot, after all." He speaks.

Before you can disagree and snatch the bowl from him to eat in peace away from his prying eyes, you are seated in his lap with him holding up a spoon towards your mouth after blowing on it determinedly.

You can only stomach two spoons and push the third one away. At this his jaw clenches and you can see his fingers becoming white with the force he's using to hold them. Instinctively, your insides tense with worry. It is in your nature to soothe anger or to distance yourself from it.

"Did you cook this?" You ask, voice small.

He scans your face before his features relax, falling back into a dopey smile. You are extremely alarmed at his bipolar nature but know better than to comment.

"It's nice. I just don't eat much in the morning." You say, trying to excuse your reluctance to eat more. It's not that you can't eat more but you don't want to eat from his hand but he doesn't need to know that.

He pouts, the expression so ridiculous, it stumps you. His behaviour inside the cave is so different, you'd have thought it was a different person completely. He'd never acted like this even in his childhood.

"Fine. But you need to develop the habit of eating more, darling. It's not-" He speaks, mouth still pouting.

You interrupt him,

"I should get ready to go to Head Alpha's cave." As a tradition, a newly mated pair goes to the Alpha's childhood cave to pay respects to his parents.

He nods as you walk away. You are more than ready to get on with the day, not because you get to meet his parents but because you'll get to visit your cave after visiting his.

As you put your hair up in a bun, customary of a mated Omega, you hope that Kylo would be present when you go to your parents' cave. You have a plan and you are all too excited to put it into motion and leave this place and this restricting bond behind.

As you think over your flimsy plan, the clear image of red overtaking his eyes dominates your mind.

When the two of you enter Hoseok's parents' cave, there is no around one to be seen. The entire cave looks empty.

This surprises you. A newly mated pair is always welcomed alongside friends and family. You remembered the day after Kylo's sister's Mating. She had come home to all of her friends and family, even you had been invited. It was a huge celebration, complete with Alphas drinking and enjoying to their hearts' contents and the Omegas cooking and chattering, teasing the newly mated Omega.

For a moment, you think that you might've entered a wrong cave. With the strange way, the Alpha beside you has been acting, this wouldn't really surprise you.

But this assumption is corrected when you see the Head Omega, Hoseok's Mother peeking out from one corner of the large cave. As you give her a meek smile, she begins to take timid steps towards you, her small stature looking even smaller.

You bow at the waist, the strong grip around your arm tightening as you bend to show respect. Despite your eagerness to dissolve this Mate Bond, she is still the Head Omega and you have to show her respect.

She nods as her eyes flit between you and Hoseok, quickly looking away from him as if his form repels her.

"Come in." She waves you in.

As you step forward, Hoseok walks alongside you, arm slithering its way around your waist. You can only put up so much of an act to appease him though. You walk faster, avoiding his arm and stepping past the older lady.

As she watches her son enter the cave, for a moment it looks as if she steps in front of him, stopping his entry. A range of emotions occupy her face in such a fast pace that it's hard to distinguish between them : sorrow, disgust and fear. Your eyebrows furrow at this exchange, confusion deepening.

He, on the other hand, stands tall, face grave as if carved with stone, eyes shuttered, lacking any emotion. At once, you are surprised by this. His behaviour at the cave had shocked you and now this? It was difficult to draw a connection between the two sides of him.

His Mother quickly turns her head away, allowing him to step past her. As his hard stare meets yours, you look around, unable to look into his eyes any longer than is necessary to maintain the facade.

This action must have been mistaken as curiosity as the Head Omega speaks, voice still quiet.

"The Head Alpha has gone out for a hunt." Your eyebrows rise up at this. He didn't even want to be there for his son's first day as a Mated Alpha. As far as you could recall, theirs had always been a loving family, both the parents extremely doting of their son.

What went wrong?

The entire visit was underwhelming to say the least, with the Head Alpha gone, the Head Omega actively taking every opportunity to avoid the two of you and their son making use of this time to ask you every possible detail about yourself.

Your heart finally began to rush in excitement when you entered your parents' cave. With Father clinging on to your new Mate, you were left alone to talk with Mother and Kylo.

Mother, as expressionless as ever, put a hand up to your cheek and stroking it for a moment, asks

"Are you okay?"

You want to tell her that your traitorous body still burns with humiliation when you think of what you had to do last night. You want to tell her that his presence suffocates you. You want to tell her that you've already made plans to leave him.

But you don't. You just nod, for her sake.

Giving you a long look, she finally nods back and walks off to the kitchen nook to prepare food.

Turning around to see Kylo, you can only see a blur of a blue dress before your neck is in a death grip between the slim arms of your best friend as he clings to your embrace.

A laugh tumbles out of you.

He backs out of the embrace, giving you a nasty look.

"You have the audacity to laugh? I was worried sick the entire night." He barks at you.

Looking around the two of you, you wonder how far you can push your luck, knowing that wolves have a good hearing. You risk it anyway, this plan needs to be discussed. You want out of this as soon as possible.

"Did you think about the plan?" You question him.

"Yeah. I asked around, discreetly of course, and there is a way to get out of this Mating."

Leaning in, he whispers the entire plan in your ear as a twinkle enters your eye.

You feel as if the air around you is stifled. You move around Hoseok's cave after coming back, acting as if you are oblivious to his insistent stare upon it.

After you'd told Kylo of your idea and how to execute his plan, the two of you had spent the rest of the evening together, the stress finally melting out of you at the thought of being able to get out of the Alpha's grasp. The two of you had joked around, confident that your plan would work.

However, all the joy had drained out of you after you'd come to the cave, depressed at the thought of spending more time with the man of your nightmares.

Feeling him coming towards you, you make a move to slither away. This is proven futile as he catches your wrist in his hand and turns you to face him.

His eyebrows are slashed downwards and his frowning mouth looks at you disapprovingly.

"Why were you laughing so much? You never laugh with me." He speaks, going back to the childlike-behaviour he'd exhibited in the morning.

"I need to g-" You insist before he interrupts your plea to move away.

"Don't have too much of a good time there next time or else I won't take you to that plan again." You gape at him, wondering if this is some poor attempt at humor. Your suspicions are proven wrong when his gaze does not flinch and no hint of a smile graces his stern features, delivering a threat.

As you look at him in puzzlement, bewildered by his thought process, you thank all the heavens that you'd be free of his clutches soon. Spending a lifetime with this wolf seems like hell.

As you snatch your wrist from his grasp, giving him a nasty look, your hair must send your scent to his nostrils as he growls menacingly, chest rumbling. Immediately, a clawed hand gripping your throat as he pulls you close, nose sniffing at your neck.

Voice sounding more animal than human, he sounds out,

"Why do I smell that wolf on you?"

Your heart is thundering, the Omegan response to being close to an Alpha in his rage.

"W-who?" You manage to speak, mind racing to think if you'd come into close contact with any other Alpha that would warrant this reaction.

"That wolf that's always clinging to your side." He sneers, baring pointy teeth.

Suddenly, he pulls you toward the small pool of water as you wonder why he's so agitated by the scent of Kylo, an Omega.

As you struggle to grasp the situation, a stream of water rains down on your head, drowning you in cold water. You flail, the cold seeping down to your bones and chilling you.

As soon as the pail of water empties, the sound of flesh meeting flesh resonates in the cave, your palm hitting his cheek with all the strength you could muster, years of frustration and anger giving it momentum.

"What is wrong with you?!" You scream, water dripping down the ends of your hair.

"You're a psycho! What is wrong with an Omega touching other Omega?!" You're aware of the fact that you look like a drenched mouse as you stand there screaming at an Alpha twice your strength and size as he looks at you, face guilty and lip caught between his teeth.

"I-I couldn't help myself. I'm sorry. I'm sorry!" He grinds out, desperately trailing behind you as you march away, snatching a piece of absorbent fabric to squeeze the water out of your hair.

As you plant yourself down on the nest, facing away from him, you tune out his pleas, slapping away his hand occassionally as it comes to stroke your shoulder. Internally, you are thankful to him for giving you a reason to be free from his ministrations tonight. You're not sure if you can pretend to be that complacent again. As much as your body enjoyed the touch of its Mate, your mind cannot go through that again.

Just survive this night, you tell yourself, tomorrow we'll be out of here.

As soon as you woke up in the morning, you knew what you had to do.

You woke up sluggishly, trying to catch Hoseok’s attention, which wasn’t exactly difficult. The permanent grimace upon your face along with your slow movements wiped the smile off of his face as he watched you rise, the mug of water he’d been extending towards you forgotten.

“Are you not feeling well, darling?” He speaks tenderly, as a loud sound is going to have you breaking down into tears.

You sigh and move past him, muttering ab ‘I don’t know’ to complete your pitiful image.

Crouching down by the pool, you scoop water into your palms, throwing it onto your face half-heartedly. Hearing footsteps behind you, you time out the dry heaving perfectly, violently gagging and coughing as he crouches behind you, holding your hair back. Rubbing your back, his worried eyes try to meet yours as you get back up.

“Is your stomach upset? Was it something you ate?” Eyes panicked, he places a hand on your forehead, “Your temperature seems fine. Don’t worry, I’ll get the healer.” Before he can rush off to the healer’s cave to fetch the man who’ll clearly be able to ascertain that you were as healthy as a horse, you stop him.

“I’m fine. I’ll feel better after I eat something.” For good measure, you put your hand to his cheek, his eyes going wide and looking at you as if you’d told him the secrets to all the mysteries of the universe.

Hoseok fusses over you, sitting you down on the nest as he brings over a bowl of the porridge he’d cooked. You take a spoonful before throwing it back up, and coughing.

After making you sip on water, he presents another spoonful before you reject it. Putting on a pathetic expression, you look at him with misty eyes, arousing his sympathy as he puts down the bowl to cup your face with both hands, cooing.

“I- I think I’ll feel better if I have some ox blood soup.” You speak weakly, sniffing.

He nods vigorously, the desperate expression on his face being replaced by determination.

“Of course, darling. If that’s what my darling wants, then that is what she’ll get.” He gets up, putting on his boots and hunting gear as you lay on the nest, giving him an innocent look.

As soon as he speeds out of the cave, a smile fills your mouth.

You hum as you get ready to go out, eager to get out of this dark cave.

The Pack Council hut is a small, disorganized place which seats only three of the seven members of the council. As you stand in the middle of the room, bearing the attention of the six Alphas and one Beta, you wring your hands together.

This is your only chance to be free of your overbearing relationship with Alpha Hoseok.

Taking a deep breath, you let out your plea.

“I want to annul my Mating with Alpha Hoseok, son of Alpha Minjung.” You look at each and every Alpha in the eye for a few seconds, forcing yourself to look confident.

The last person you look at is Father, part of the council and the Alpha who looks to be the most displeased. Almost everyone in the council looks displeased, annoyed looks on their faces. All except for Alpha Minjung, Hoseok’s father.

He looks resigned, as if he had known this would happen. And for the split second, you’d looked at him, almost sympathetic.

You can feel Father’s glare at the side of your head. You knew you'd have to face his wrath later but for now, you're confident.

Confident in your own self for once. Confident that with the accusation you were about to make, you'd be able to escape the nightmare you're stuck in.

Alpha Minjung stares straight into your eyes for a moment. Opening his mouth, he lets out a sigh before he begins to speak.

"Omega of Hoseok, please present the reason for th-" Mid sentence, his eyes widen comically. Within a moment, you realise why.

Unease slithers down your spine as you gulp before looking back. You neck refuses to turn, a fist of fear squeezing the base of your spine. Before you can force your body to turn backwards, quiet footsteps land beside you. You look up at him, shaking.

Hoseok's shirt is splattered in blood. Belatedly you realise that this is a common instance that occurs during hunting but the nightmare that plagued you, of him slaughtering your family, rushes to the forefront of your mind unceremoniously.

His fists are clenched so hard that all you can see is white. He is evidently clutching something in his other fist but due to your position, you cant see just what exactly it might be. His eyes refuse to meet yours, glaring at the council members sitting in front of him. You are thankful for being spared the weight of his furious gaze, nausea is ripping apart your stomach as it is.

Hoseok takes his time to speak, all eyes riveted to his tense form, waiting. You are holding your tongue too, suprised at his sudden entrance, expecting him to be late from the hunt. You'd hoped that by the time he would come back from the forest, your mating would have become annulled.

Finally, he speaks, the weight that blankets the room with his presence feeling heavier.

"May I know what is the reason for my Omega to be here? In my absence?"

Minjung looks uneasy and hesitant to speak. Before he can, Father takes this opportunity to butt in.

"Son, you must forgive this stupid girl. She came here behind your back to demand mating annulment. I told you to discipline her well!" He glares at you, making full use of this opportunity to make it crystal clear just whose side he was on.

Father looks like he wants to say more but Alpha Minjung raises a hand, a mask of calm back on his face.

He looks at you, ignoring the body beside you that quivers in rage, asking you to present your case.

You breathe through your mouth, lungs feeling deprived of air as if your mate beside you has sucked out all the life sustenance in your vicinity.

Steeling your nerves, you speak

"I believe that my Alpha has been practicing the forbidden religion of...Shymath."

Everyone in the room goes still, even the man beside you. Terror constricts the throats of the room's occupants, the very name striking fear into the hearts of wolves.

Your father stands up in a rush, his chair clattering to the floor. As he rounds the table to rush towards your side, your eyes catch Minjung's. The Head Alpha looks stricken. He has never looked older or more tired.

Suddenly, a familiar hand strikes your cheek. The force of the blow slants your body sideways, right into the arms you wish to escape from. Father is fuming, taking heavy breaths, nostrils flaring. He moves forward, hand raising, before Hoseok raises a palm in his direction, silently warning him away.

Father backs off, eyes still glaring daggers at you. Your cheek throbs in pain as Hoseok, moves you in front of him, chest plastered to your back.

The room has erupted into furious whispers and chatters, your outrageous accusation shocking everyone.

Everyone looks sceptical and a few orthodox wolves even begin to mutter chants, praying to the Moon Goddess for safety.

The hands on your arms tighten further.

"Esteemed wolves of the Council, kindly ask my beloved Omega as to what gave her the impression, within two days of living with me no less, that I am a worshipper of the devil." Hoseok's raspy voice comes out calm, belying the tense way he holds you.

Jaeho, an older wolf, looks at you sceptically before speaking.

"He's right. On what grounds are you making such outrageous claims?"

You knew that what you were about to say was a far stretch and something which could not be verified objectively. But in your desperation to escape this union, you were dependant upon the shock factor of your accusation and Hoseok's absence for your escape from his clutches.

"Council Elder, the night of our...mating, I saw Alpha Hoseok's pupils overtaken by red."

The room lets out a gasp.

You understand the gravity of the situation. Symath was a god feared by the wolves since the beginning of time. When the world was created, the Moon Goddess created the wolves to live and prosper in it. For a prideful community such as the wolves to thrive, it needed a leader. A wolf that was strong and wise. In her attempt to ensure that her children would be protected, the Goddess made a wolf that could lead the wolves. This was wolf was Symath. Everything went well. For a while, at least. Symath gained too much power, convincing the Moon Goddess to give him unbeatable strength and immortality. He grew his power and cultivated his greed. Corrupt and sinful, he eviscerated wolves who stood in his path. The Moon Goddess was devastated to see Symath do the exact thing he was created to prevent. She stripped him of his title as the leader of the wolves and the wolves disowned him. Stripped of his title and community, he grew hateful and bitter. He scoured heaven and earth to find sources to increase his power, all to no avail. Until he found a witch. It is said that the witch was a thousand years old and had amassed powers beyond mortal comprehension. Nobody knows what exactly happened between Symath and the witch but he consumed the witch whole in order to ingest her power. High on power and strength, he returned to subjugate his community, subjected the wolves to pain and torture for their betrayal. Although the wolves lived in a reign of fear, they hated Symath and this became their uniting factor. They staged a coup and dethroned the dictator, exiling him to the forests where he would roam for eons.

To worship him is a betrayal to the wolves and the ancestors who suffered under his reign. Such an accusation in itself could be a death sentence.

The tense atmosphere was damaged as the Alpha behind you, the accused in this situation, laughed.

He laughed on and on, as if you'd cracked some silly joke. The elders looked at him warily, waiting for him to finish with his amusement. You looked at him confused. You'd expected anger, disbelief and even fear, to an extent. But not a flippant dismissal of the accusation.

Minjung cleared his throat, the setting sun instilling everyone with lethargy and wishing to steer the session into a sensible direction.

"What do you have to say in your defense?" Said the Head Alpha, questioning his amused son.

Hoseok shoved you away, running a hand through his hair.

"Do I even need to respond to this ridiculous accusation? Worshipper of Symath? Red eyes? Have I been such a disgraceful Alpha to this pack? I've hunted rigorously to feed its belly, stood unflinchingly in face of its enemies to protect the pack's young. Yet I get accused of being a worshipper of Symath? And red eyes? What a fucking joke!" He spits in Father's direction, his eyes burning in rage as Father flinches away.

"Your stupid bint thinks my eyes glowed red because of a reflection she saw in the dark, with fire sconces glowing all around. No wonder these Omegas are not given positions of power." Hoseok lets out, body shaking.

He steps forward, animatedly gesturing to the Council.

"This Omega of mine stands before the Council, talking about red. Why don't we talk about the fact that I never saw any blood on our Mating sheets!" With this, he loosens his fist, a white sheet sprawling on the floor.

Your vision turns hazy, bile moving up your throat.

You begin shaking your head frantically, gaze pleading with the Council to believe you. An Omega being accused of being sexually active before Mating was like sending them to the gallows. You might as well be thrown out of your pack and exiled.

"Th-thats not true. Please believe me. He's lying! I saw-saw blood on the sheets. Father please!" You beg the Council and as they turn their heads away in disgust, you plead with Father.

The Council down at Father and as he stands there stewing in embarrassment, his ire grows. The vein in his forehead throbs with intensity as you cry in front of him, blubbering at him to believe you.

He moves his head to strike you once more, disgraced by this accusation by your Mate. Before it can hit your cheek, a veiny hand stops him mid-air.

Hoseok stands beside you, shoving Father's hand away. He gently turns you towards the Council, a pitiful look on his face.

"Although my mate has disgraced me and falsely accused me, I love her still. If the Council allows, I would still like to accept her as my Omega." He simpers, gently squeezing your arm and looking at you with damp eyes. Your heart is still thundering, worried about the way you'd be ostracized if this accusation your mate has thrown at you catches wind.

The Council looks at Hoseok sympathetically and Father thanks him profusely for still agreeing to keep you.

The next moments are a blur as Hoseok drags you towards his cave, the hand around your wrist tightening the further you move away from the Council.

You want to scream that what he said wasn't true. All of a sudden, it comes to you.

As you were slipping into slumber on that night, you remembered the sheets being pulled from underneath you and the sizzle of fire as something went up in flames.

You begin to hyperventilate as you near the and as he shoves you inside, blocking the cave entrance with the huge rock, you want the ground to open up and swallow you.

Refusing to look at him, you move backwards, the sight of his feet moving towards you making you choke up.

Your foot catches on something and you land in a heap of furs. Before you can scuttle back up, Hoseok bends over your form, placing a sturdy leg beside your hip while keeping the other on the ground.

Having no other choice, you look up at his face and blanch.

Red eyes glow back at your face. There's no mistaking it now. There's no darkness of the night or reflection of fire to play tricks on your mind.

You whimper. What was this?

Hoseok coos at you, a sneer overtaking his lips.

"Why, dear Omega? What's wrong? You thought you had a worshipper of Symath for a mate huh?" His fingers stroke your jaw gently.

"I never knew you'd be so smart. Or was it just a shot in the dark? Hoping that it would be true or at least shocking enough for an annulment to take place?" He laughs, the sound turning your stomach.

Suddenly, all amusement evaporates from his features as the hand on your jaw tightens.

"I thought we could make it work, Omega. I waited eons for you, sweet darling. Yet you betray me like this? Have I been that bad to you?" The red in his eyes shimmer as he glares down at you.

You're filled with rage at his words and cant hold yourself back from spitting in his face. He doesnt even flinch as the wet slimy liquid splatters across his cheek and nose.

"You're disgusting! You've been nothing but bad to me. You've tormented me throughout childhood and now you have the nerve to say that you've been betrayed!? I hate you!" You screamed, years worth of anger and hatred spilling out in a tumult of words.

Your vision is filled with him as his face nears yours, lips almost touching each other as the rock wall behind you prevents you from escaping.

"I'm not him baby."

You look at him questioningly.

"You thought I'm a worshipper of Symath? No. I am him." He whispers as the air around you stills and red overtakes his eyes completely, not a speck of white to be seen.

Nonononononono-

You begin struggling, genuinely afraid for your life.

The hand on your neck tightens and the sensation of claws on skin makes you cry out.

"Shh. I cant lose you baby. Finding you in this mortal body's memories was pure luck. I couldnt believe that I'd find my mate like this. I-i know that this mortal body tormented you but i-it was the only way I could get to you. And I couldnt abandon this body once I posessed it." The creature in front of you speaks in a rush, pleading.

You wonder if you can even call him Hoseok anymore.

If he's even inside there.

As the desperate wolf-no could you even call him that anymore?-pressed his lips to yours with a groan, your consciousness gave out.

You wake up to the smell of meat cooking. Your throat is parched and eyes are sore from crying. Immediately, you feel nauseous. As your clumsy feet move around to stand, the truth of your situation falls heavily upon your shoulders.

Your spine jerks and straightens, feeling his predatorial gaze on your form. You find him sitting near the fire, stirring a pot and giving you a sweet smile. He beckons you closer.

"Come eat, darling. I'm sure you must be tired after such an eventful day." He giggles.

You stay rooted to your spot.

Pouting he walks up to you, a bowl in his hand.

"Fine. I will come to you."

You put your hands behind your back as they clutch onto the back of your dress, fear spreading throughout your chest at the truth of this being's identity.

He holds up a spoon to your mouth, gently smiling. Despite him putting it to your lips, you refuse to open your mouth.

His gentle smile turns gnarly, looking more like a sneer.

"I said eat darling. I made it as a reward for you." Forcefully pushing the content of the spoon into your mouth, he holds your jaw closed so that you're forced to swallow.

However, it immediately comes back up as you realise what you just ate.

Rabbit meat.

The man in front of you smiles innocently and kisses your cheek as you scream.

[chokemenamjoonhard]

I'm Hoshookt! 😳

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Circus [BTS x reader]

A/N: I wrote a story a few years ago and wasn’t really satisfied with how it turned out, so I’ve been wanting to rewrite it for some time. It’s somewhat of a harem kinda fic, but ‘ female reader’ won’t end up with all of them (though the choice will be up to you).

TW: Mention of death, blood and other dark themes.

Genre: Dark fantasy, harem

Everyone knew them.

Or rather, everyone knew of them. 

Circus. 

A global organization known and admired worldwide for its so-called “heroes”.

Divided into several units spread across the world, the members of Circus were formed to assure the safety of defenseless citizens; always appearing in time of dire need, using their superhuman powers to eliminate evil terrorizing a town. They were always dressed in an all-black attire to ensure their anonymity and once the members had managed to eliminate the threat terrorizing a certain city, they would disappear as quickly as they had come. Thus the mystery around their identities remained.

Only one of these units slightly differed from the usual Circus divisions. Rather than staying under the radar, the seven members of the Bangtan unit regularly organized a festival in celebration of the returned peace. In return, they were admired by citizens who could only hope to catch a glimpse of one of their saviors during these events. However, only rarely would their heroes make an appearance.

Naturally, Circus did not only exist of its members. The head of Circus were highly intelligent and wealthy men, hiding behind highly secured walls somewhere in an underground station. Their exact whereabouts were unknown and they were often referred to as “Mr. Kim” and “Mr. Park”. They were the ones tasking the units with missions.

Currently, the seven members of the Bangtan unit were in their ships; one many citizens mistook for an unidentified flying object. They were spread throughout the vehicle, either waiting in their respective bedrooms or resting on one of the black leather couches in the living area.

“You should get ready,” A deep voice reverberated in an almost empty room. In it, a boy sat on the edge of a single bed, mind clearly occupied. However, once he took notice of the presence, he looked up in curiosity.

The tall figure standing in the doorway was a face all-too familiar to him. His hair as still as the expression on his face yet not matching the personality behind it. The man tilted his head, awaiting a response.

Jung Hoseok, the owner of the room, smiled weakly. “Yeah Namjoon, I know. I was about to.”

The man who went by the name of Namjoon could see through the lie and decided to comment on his friend’s rather odd behavior. “What’s on your mind?” He asked, genuinely concerned for Hoseok’s well-being as he had notice it happen way too often lately.

Hoseok let out a deep sigh. His brown eyes wandered to the opened window by his bedside and caught the sprawling branches of the tall oak trees in the Forbidden Forest, a black veil hovering over its ground. Perhaps it was the way it seemed the fog swallowed everything around it or perhaps it was the unsettling feeling of the unknown roaming those woods, but he was unable to explain the uneasy feeling fluttering inside the pit of his stomach. 

Then, for what felt like an eternity but was only a mere second, two red dots appeared. The pair of eyes glared at him, seemingly aware of being caught, yet they vanished as quickly as they had appeared.

Hoseok turned to Namjoon, brow raised at the strange occurence. “Did you see that?” 

“See what?”

Once again, he looked at the forest. Perhaps it was just his imagination.. Besides, the forest was infamous for strange occurrences so whatever he saw, or thought he saw, would not matter to his friend.

“It’s nothing boss, I’ll be there in five.” Hoseok finally replied, without taking his eyes off the location he saw those pair of eyes mere seconds ago.

Not wanting to disrespect the wish not to talk about a certain subject, Namjoon nodded. “You should know, that there is no shame in having emotion,” He started. When he didn’t receive a response, he sighed, “See you in five.” With that, he left the boy to be alone with his thoughts once again.

Somewhere else

Once, the thought of dying at a young age would have frightened you — leaving behind those who cherished your being with memories of what once was, while you were either at peace in the after life or simply vanished, wiped from Earth as if you never existed in the first place. However, after the trials you endured at the mere age of eleven, you were aware that Death trailed close behind and it would be the only near future awaiting you.

Sleepless night were often caused by images of the past tormenting your restless mind. The sprawling branches of oak trees surrounding you, the lifeless body of a person you considered a friend falling into your arms and your hands covered in the crimson red liquid of another.. There was no doubt, Death would soon avenge those who had died before their time.

It took Death 8 years to find you.

“Running is pointless,” Its voice was as sharp as a knife, cutting through your eardrums. “Unless you wish to play another game of hide and seek.”

Goosebumps covered your arms and you shivered, uncertain if caused by the sharp branches stinging your bare feet or the close proximity between the demon and your trembling figure. 

Demons.. 

They weren’t uncommon and the memories of these vile creatures would ever live in your mind; but this one.. The creature that had been following you.. it differed from those you encountered before. Its voice, though shrill, was vaguely similar to that of your caretaker, Mrs Kim, but it had taken the form of a monster with withered grey skin. Droopy flaming red eyes pierced right through you when it appeared before you only minutes ago and the two arms sticking out of both its left and right side had been trying to grasp you with its four long, rotten fingers.

Luckily, you managed to escape, but not without the monster chasing you, now inches away as you hid behind one of the tall trees in the courtyard of the mansion. 

The only thing that managed to ease the nerves raging inside of you was the bracelet gracing your wrist. A silver band with a small oceanblue stone glowed in the moonlight. It was a present you received long ago, a present you had no right to keep.. Not after what happened..

“Very well,“ The demon screeched, interrupting the horrid thoughts going through your mind. "Let’s play another round of hide and seek.. Only this time when I find you, I won’t let you live.”

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Sunlight [2]

☀️pairing: bts x reader (f) / bts/bts ☀️rating: 18+ ☀️genre: soulmate au, idol au, angst, fluff, eventual smut ☀️word count: 12.5k ☀️warnings: panic attack, depression, language, angst ☀️summary: A soulmate. That was all you had wished for. Someone to come home to, someone to be there for you, to build a life together with. And yet you were cursed with having seven. Seven soulmates that you could not allow yourself to have.

[part one]

It hurt. 

As hard as you tried to push the thought away, to push the idea of your soulmates away, it still hurt. It was one thing to think that they didn’t want you, it was another to hear the words come out of Hoseok’s mouth. To be called selfish, hurtful. You couldn’t stay there, stay near him. Any of them. 

So you ran. 

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lovesick (lll)

— pairing: yandere ot7 x (f) reader — word count: 5.4k — warnings: yandere, stalking, obsessive behaviour, general creepy behaviour — summary: You dreamed of the day you would get your very own soulmark. Though, you didn’t expect to wake up to a searing hurt in your arm, the phantom pain of your shoulder being dislocated and your forearm fractured. As if dealing with the worst possible soulmark ever wasn’t bad enough, you also have to come to terms with the fact that you’re being stalked. When the letters and gifts you receive begin to escalate and the police offers no help, you have no other option than to figure out who’s behind it yourself – and hopefully before it’s too late. — amazing cover by @leithold​!

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You wrinkle your nose as you enter the lecture hall, the stale air hitting you like a wall. Tuning out the low chatter coming from the other students, you find a free seat near the front of the room, sinking into the chair with a sigh. Two days have passed since you visited Déjà Bloom, but your mind can’t seem to move past the talk you had with Seokjin. It irks you that you can’t put a finger on what’s bothering you; you just know that something wasn’t right. What’s even more frustrating is that Seokjin should have nothing to gain from lying to you, so why does it feel like that was exactly what he was doing?

You let out a small huff as you pull out your notebook, placing it on the desk in front of you. You need to let it go. Analysing every moment over and over again is going to bring you nowhere, and you have more pressing things to deal with. Even if Seokjin is hiding something, it’s none of your business. It didn’t seem like he was lying to you about your stalker, and if he can’t help you to track him down then you need just need to move on to the next step in your plan.

You rummage through your backpack, frowning as you find nothing but scraps of paper and your water bottle. You know you had five pens at the beginning of the semester, and that was only six weeks ago. There’s no way you’ve managed to lose all of them in such a short time, and it’s not like they would just disappear into thin air.  

“Weird,” You murmur.

You place your bag down by your feet, drumming your fingers against your desk as you try to remember where you could have lost them. Maybe you’ve left some at home – but that still doesn’t account for the rest of the missing pens. Just as you turn to the person sitting next to you to ask to borrow a pencil, the room falls quiet. Your attention snaps to the door and you watch as your professor walks into the lecture hall. The noise is sucked out of the room as her heels clack loudly against the linoleum, the sound reverberating through the silent room.

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