After months of begging, networking and shamelessly staring at the sales team every time you passed their floor, you got transferred. Big Hit’s Sales & Partnership department. The floor where the most unfairly attractive men in the entire company were concentrated.
Kim Namjoon and Kim Seokjin, the model-proportioned team leads. Jung Hoseok, the sharp jawed account manager. Kim Taehyung, Park Jimin and Jeon Jungkook, the soft eyed juniors who looked like they belonged in a debut trailer. What a paradise.
You spent the first three days living your best life. Mentally ranking the jawlines. Silently celebrating every time someone rolled up their sleeves.
Then you noticed the one person who ruined the aesthetic.
The desk directly next to you.
Min Yoongi.
Pale. Long, messy black hair fell over his face, strands hanging across his glasses and partially obscuring his eyes. Clothes always in black. Headphones around his neck more than often than not. He barely spoke. He didn’t laugh. He just existed in the corner of your vision. Quiet and slightly off.
Still, he undeniably handsome. It was hardly surprising. After all, the department was practically famous for being filled with handsome men.
You knew he was handsome because you had seen his face once – properly, without the usual curtain of his black hair and glasses hiding half of it.
It happened on one of those late afternoons when he was completely absorbed in his work. His glasses somehow on his head, catching his unruly hair with the frames and keeping it from falling over his eyes. For once, his face was completely seen to others.
You had stared before you could stop yourself.
His face was sharp but not harsh. Defined jaw, straight bone and soft lips that always seemed to rest in quiet, thoughtful line. His skin looked almost impossibly smooth beneath the fluorescent lights. But his eyes that caught her attention the most.
They were dark, slightly narrow eyes, framed by long lashes, with naturally tired look that somehow made him even more attractive. There was something calm and unreadable in them. Like he was always thinking about something you could never quiet figure out.
Without the messy hair falling over them, his eyes were impossible to miss.
So yes, you know he was handsome.
Very handsome like the rest of the men in this department.
But, despite being ridiculously handsome, his personality and energy somehow managed to ruin the entire aesthetic of the department.
And it was a sore to your eyes.
You told yourself he was easy enough to ignore.
But he wasn’t ignoring you.
***
It started small.
Your chair was always adjusted to the exact height you liked. Your favourite blue pen waited on the right side of your keyboard every morning. Sometimes a cold can of your exact coffee you bought downstairs sat just inside the edge of his desk like it had wandered there by accident.
Then, he made it painfully obvious.
During meetings, there was always an empty chair beside you and somehow, it always ended up being his. He could sit anywhere he wanted, yet he would wordlessly drag his chair over and settle beside you like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Even at team dinners, where Min Yoongi never showed up, he would occasionally make an appearance.
And every single time, he sat next to you.
It had become such a common occurrence that your coworkers had stopped pretending not to notice.
“You two should just date already.”
“Seriously, when are you going to accept that he likes you?”
You always laughed it off.
Because, there was no way.
Sure, Yoongi was handsome. Annoyingly handsome and good with his job. But there was something weird about the way he liked you.
Because you had seen things.
Once, you caught him sitting alone in his desk, completely absorbed in whatever he was writing. You assumed it was work, until you leaned closer and realized the entire sheet of the paper was covered in one thing.
Your name.
Over and over again.
And then there were the photos.
You’d caught him secretly taking pictures of you more than once. He always had some ridiculous excuse ready, but he suspiciously quick attempt to hide his phone never helped his case.
But the worst was the day you accidentally saw his phone screen.
His wallpaper was a picture of you.
Not a group photo.
Not some picture from the office.
Just you.
You had stared at it for several seconds before slowly looking up at him.
Yoongi simply just stared back.
Completely shameless.
As if there was absolutely nothing strange about having your picture as his wallpaper.
You had tried to report him once.
You went straight to your head of department, fully prepared to explain everything. The staring, the pictures and most importantly, the paper covered with your name.
But the old man had done nothing but laugh.
“Come on,” he said, waving a hand dismissively. “It’s just a simple crush.”
“A crush?”
“You should accept it. Yoongi is a good guy.”
And then came the lecture.
Yoongi did his job well. Yoongi was hardworking. Yoongi was quiet. Yoongi was reliable. Yoongi had never caused trouble in the department.
“Besides,” your HOD had added with a knowing smile, “a handsome man like that liking you isn’t exactly a problem, is it?”
You had stared the old man in disbelief.
By the time you left his office, you had received absolutely no help, no warning and certainty no solution.
Just a pat on the shoulder and cheerful, “Give him a chance.”
***
One rainy Thursday you stayed late. The office emptied out. The only light was the desk lamp and the city glow through the glass walls. The door was locked and blinds already half drawn.
You were half asleep at your desk when a soft, rhythmic sound made your eyes open.
Yoongi was staring at you with dark, hooded eyes filled with lust.
Very not politely.
His chair was turned toward yours. one of his hands was under the desk, moving in slow, deliberate strokes. His black suit pants were pushed low enough that you could see the flushed head of his cock every time his fist slid up. Precome glistened at the tip. His breathing was quiet but uneven, lips parted, eyes locked on your face like he was memorising every detail.
The second your gaze met his, he didn’t stop.
He didn’t even look embarrassed.
He just kept stroking, slower now, almost lazy, thumb swiping over the head on every upward pull.
A soft, wet sound filled the quiet office.
“You’re awake,” he said, voice low and rough.
You woke with a jolt. Pushed up too fast. The chair rolled, your balanced tipped then you stumbled forwards. Knees hit the floor between his spread legs. Hands caught the armrests. Your face ended up right in front of his cock, flushed, shiny at the tip and still in his gripped hand.
He froze a moment to look down at you before continued stroking his cock. Low curses escaped his lips. Voice rough from holding back.
“Didn’t mean to wake you.”
His cock twitched once, right in front of your mouth. He didn’t tuck it away.
Instead, he found your hand and guided it to his cock. You tried to pull your hand but he was stronger. His fingers closed over yours, pressing your palm against the hot, heavy length of him. Average in length but thicker, wider and the veins standing out under the smooth skin as the two of you started stroking together.
You called his name, shaky and desperate to escape yourself from him.
“Fuck – “ he cursed under his breath, hips jerking once.
Instead, his grip tightened and he sped up the pace. Rough and urgent as he using your hand to fuck into. Precome slicked both of your fingers as he chased it, eyes locked on yours the whole time.
He wanted it. Need it. And you helplessly and forcedly gave it to him. The stroking tighter, faster, matching every desperate thrust of his hips until his breath hitched and his thighs tensed under your free hand.
“Gonna – fuck – “
He came hard, cock pulsing in your shared grip. Thick ropes of come striped across your face, cheeks, lips and the bridge of your nose. He kept stroking through it, milking every last drop onto your face while he groaned low and broken, forehead dropping forward as the last shudders left him.
He’d let go of your hand once the last pulse faded.
You slapped his thigh hard enough to sting and muttered, “Fucking creep.”
Yoongi only let out a softa soft, breathless chuckle, still half slouched in the chair, cock softening against his open pants.
You didn’t wait for anything else. You pushed up off the floor, wiped the worst of the mess from your face with the back of your hand, took your things and walked out of the office without looking back.
By the time you reached the street, your phone buzzed nonstop in your bag. You almost ignored it.
Almost.
Message
Yoongi: Get home safe.
Yoongi: I keep thinking how you looked on your knees.
Yoongi: The way you said my name.
Yoongi: I already miss your hand.
Yoongi: Don’t ignore me!
Yoongi: Please.
Yoongi: You just left. I came on your face and you left like it meant nothing.
Yoongi: It didn’t mean nothing to me.
You did not answer. The typing bubble appeared, disappeared, then a final message came through.
Yoongi: You’re not walking away from this. From me anymore. Not after tonight.
cheater reader!! yoongi betrayed namjoon!!!! reader is namjoon's gf 😔😔
Yoongi knew he was in the wrong. Every inch of him screamed it. You weren’t just anyone—you were Namjoon’s girlfriend—and every rational part of him told him to stop, to let you go, to walk away before he ruined everything.
But he couldn’t.
This wasn’t the first time.
The first time was a blur, hazy with alcohol and poor choices. You had been intoxicated, tired, vulnerable, leaning on him for support, and he… he took advantage. He shouldn’t have, he knew it the moment it happened, but the guilt had been fleeting because he couldn’t forget the way your body had pressed against his, the way your lips had responded even when you barely remembered it the next day. That night was a secret buried deep in shame and desire, and Yoongi had carried it like a weight he both hated and cherished.
And now… here you were again.
Another night when Namjoon’s distance, his irritability, his inattentiveness had pushed you closer to Yoongi’s orbit. Another night when he leaned in just a little too close, whispered just a little too low, and watched the flicker of longing in your eyes. He knew he should stop. He should walk away, swallow his selfish desires, and leave you be. But he didn’t.
Because Yoongi wanted you.
Even when your phone buzzed with Namjoon’s name over and over, reminding him of the lines he was crossing, he didn’t care. Even when he saw the guilt flash in your eyes, the hesitation, the shame, he didn’t stop. He wanted you all over again. Just one more night. That’s all he told himself—just one night of selfishness, just one night where he could have what he wanted without consequence.
And when you leaned into him, when your lips met his in that stolen, desperate way, he felt that same mix of thrill and guilt wash over him. The thrill of taking something forbidden. The guilt of knowing he was breaking you, betraying Namjoon, and feeding his own selfish obsession.
Yoongi didn’t care. Not tonight.
Because he had already decided that some desires couldn’t be tamed, some darkness couldn’t be resisted, and some hearts… even yours, would be his, if only for one more night.
Bad world, gone away and I still wake up in this mad world
It was like nothing had happened. Life around him went on, laughing, talking, moving forward as if the world hadn’t cracked open. Everyone seemed to forget you. Only he remembered. Only he couldn’t stop thinking about you.
Every time he closed his eyes, your face haunted him. Every corner of the city whispered your absence. He searched, frantically—friends, police, any trace—but you were gone. His world collapsed. Completely.
One night, alone in his apartment, he let despair consume him. The walls felt tighter, the air heavier, the silence deafening. He tried to end it, believing death would at least silence the chaos inside him. But somehow, he failed.
He woke up, broken, empty, and you still weren’t there.
Name a place that I could breathe on this map, world
They told him to move on. They said it like it was easy. “Time heals,” they said. “You’ll find someone else,” they said.
But everywhere reminded him of you. The park where you laughed, the café where you shared secrets, the streets where you argued playfully—each place felt like a trap. Breathing felt impossible. His chest ached, and the air itself seemed poisoned with your absence.
Even the simplest things—walking past your favorite bookstore, hearing a song you loved—made him dizzy, suffocated. He could not escape the gravity of missing you.
Lookin’ like a goody, goody in this bad world, bad world
Years passed. People said he was fine. The boys were relieved to see him smile again, to hear laughter echoing from his lips. They said he was “back.” They thought the nightmare had ended.
But behind closed doors, only he knew the truth. Every night, he swallowed his meds, forcing sleep that never truly came. Every morning, he woke with the same empty ache.
His only lifeline was hope. Hope that one day, somehow, you would return. That thought alone kept him alive, a fragile thread in the storm of his grief.
Don’t know how to act, girl / I’m in the deep, tell me, where the hell you at, girl?
There were nights he relapsed. The burn of alcohol in his throat, the shaking of his hands, the dizziness that made standing impossible—he let it all consume him. He cried for you, whispered your name until it became hoarse and raw.
“Where are you?” he screamed into the emptiness. “Why did you leave me?”
The world watched him stumble, unaware of the depths he sank into every time he thought of your absence. Only the echoes of your name gave his heart rhythm, even if it hurt.
Oh, you ain’t even gotta love me bad, girl / You know that I’m never holdin’ back, girl
All he wanted was you back. Whatever he did wrong—he didn’t even fully know—he would kneel, beg, and plead for your forgiveness. He didn’t care about pride, about the world’s judgment. He only wanted you near him again.
Even if you won't felt the same anymore, even if the love become one-sided, he would accept it. Because having you here, breathing in the same space, hearing your voice—it was worth everything. He would give anything, endure any pain, just to bring you back into his fractured world.
synopsis: The big bang signified the universes creation, but also it's destruction. Regardless of the side of history you lie on, you are the catalyst either way.
ot7 bts x f.reader (poly)
ㄨ : wc: 10.7k
ㄨ : genre: yandere au, a/b/o au, zombie apocalypse au, survival thriller, dark “romance”, dark content
ㄨ : content: alpha bts!, omega!reader, post apocalyptic themes, hiding of second gender, light panic attacks, unreliable narrators, one flashback (1st scene), light torture in a flashback, references to dead bodies, namjoon kills someone, yoongi is a lil angsty, delusional jk (we’re never escaping him), major character injury (!!), bombs, explosions, light angst, light fluff, mostly action, omega stereotypes (omegaphobia? lol), hoseok is insane i fear, omg reader is back too i missed her, light religious symbolism, hoseok is a sadist and a masochist lowk, blood, guns, general violence, referenced masturbation, lowk i thought there were more? Lmk if i missed anything!! -> series warnings here
ㄨ : notes: HAPPY ARIRANG I AM OBSESSED WITH THE ALBUM AND ALSO SORRY FOR HOSEOK HE'S A BIT OF A MESS <3 Our little reader gets to meet the pack soon! Yippee!
ㄨ : chapter 4 <- index -> chapter 6
18+ -> minors / blank blogs dni
THEN.
BANG!
Seokjin’s form crouches low to the ground, his thighs spread while his arms hang precariously over his knees, wrists limp as they settle angling towards the ground. He simply just stares.
Well, the business deal Seokjin’s alpha was trying to procure had certainly gone south, that much is clear enough.
In front of him, lying on the floor, is one of the Jeon clan’s higher ups– clan’s beta, if Seokjin’s sources were correct
They were.
Though now, he looks like nothing more than a neutered puppy. The man's whimpering certainly doesn’t help with the picture either. It almost makes Seokjin want to laugh.
Namjoon is crouched on the other side of the body– body because that is simply what this man is, if he doesn’t start to give them answers. He doesn’t have much of a face left now anyway, so he might as well be.
The pack alpha’s hand is fisted into the betas hair, the tendon in his arms twitching from the effort of forcing the man's head into the ground over, and over, and over again. Slamming his head into the cold hardwood floor of the office, other bodies scattered around their forms.
The pool of red is still growing.
The pack alpha is huffing, there is a glorious fire in his eyes. Seokjin thinks he looks beautiful.
“Should I ask you again?” Seokjin questions, head tilting to the side. A small, placid smile dotting the corner of his lips, condescension radiating from his entire being as Namjoon pulls the man's head up just high enough once more.
What an ugly thing he has become. Maybe he’s the unlucky one, the lucky ones are probably the corpses scattered across the floor. At least they didn’t have to undergo their combined fury.
He should have just given Seokjin the answers he wanted already.
Seokjin sighs once more, looking up at Namjoon, “It doesn’t seem like he wants to, does it?”
Seokjin registers the opening of the office door. Huh, he really did not think anyone else was in the house today. Not that it matters much, Seokjin will deal with them the exact same way.
He sighs, closing his eyes as he stands. His arms feel tight in his suit, but he raises one anyway. Cresting it on the same side of his neck where Namjoon had left his bite, using its force to aid him in cracking his neck.
Seokjin doesn’t have time to dilly dally. He’ll be sure to make this quick.
The intruder relieves a sharp gasp from his lungs, the lazy drawl of Seokjin’s lids to draw upwards, taking him in for the very first time.
Soft, perfectly cut straight brown hair. Large doe eyes. Perfectly sculpted nose with little moles dotting around his face in constallations.
Seokjin’s recognition of him is instantaneous.
Jeon Jeongguk. 23. Important.
The Jeon pack alpha’s only child. The last progeny remaining in their all-alpha familial line.
Well damn, Seokjin was sure he wasn’t here. From the information Seokjin gathered before setting out to the groups's territory, the kid was practically treated as royalty. Spoiled rotten, coddled. There were even rumours he had never gone outside before.
Seokjin didn’t believe them, of course not, that would be a rather auspicious thing to do. But with how much he had heard about Jeongguk’s treatment, he didn't think they would just let the kid wander around on his own in a clan meeting house like this. He doubted Jeongguk would be involved in territorial conflicts at all. He was a member of the familial pack, not the territorial one like Seokjin… interogates… now. The distinction is clear as clear as day.
Looks like his intel may have been wrong.
Not only is he here and involved with them, he looks like a deer in headlights. His cheeks are turning a bright shade of red. It looks as though there are sparkles in his eyes. To be honest, Seokjin is taken aback. He isn’t sure what reaction he was expecting, but not something so… passionate. Something so devoted.
Is…. is this kid staring at Namjoon with… admiration…? While Namjoon has Jeongguk’s mom’s right hand is in a bloodied heap on the floor?
Huh. Well, this is certainly a surprising change of tune.
“S-Sir! Please leave! Don’t get yourself involved with this!” Huh, so the body still did have a voice. He was sure Namjoon had squeezed it out of him by now. Regardless, the words have Seokjin turning his head back towards the mess on the floor, back towards his alpha.
Oh. Seokjin’s eyes go wide.
Namjoon is staring right back at Jeongguk, that same star-crossed lovers expression on his face. Looking at him like the universe just changed for the better.
Turning back towards the younger, Seokjin confirms it– they are simply enamoured with one another.
When he makes the motion, when all the attention in the room is directly only at Jeongguk, it is clear the kid notices. His posture straightens, his chest puffing out just slightly. The most determined look that Seokjin has ever seen is as obvious as ever written across his features.
One of his arms raises up– certainly not the arms of someone who has had experience fighting– a single finger pointing towards both Seokjin and Namjoon. A cocksure smile on the pure alphas lips.
The world spins. This is nothing like Seokjin had been expecting out of the day.
“I want you.” He pauses, the determined smile blooming brighter. Seokjin doesn’t know how the kid could be so positive in such a thing– Seokjin needs time to fall, he guesses Jeongguk doesn’t. “Both of you.”
A sickening crack sounds throughout the room, the betas death as clear as day, though no one really pays attention. Instead, everything revolves around Namjoon rising to a stand right next to Seokjin, a similar smile on his own face.
“I feel like there are a few questions you should be asking instead of just saying something so bold.” All the rage Namjoon spoke with before the entry of Jeongguk is gone, a similar confident air in his tone. “Like who are we, why are we in your office. Why we just killed your clans beta.”
“I don’t care.” Jeongguk, though Seokjin just met him, looks like he’s never been more sure of anything in his life. “I didn’t like him anyway. He was shitty at taking care of me.”
Spoiled.
Namjoon hums, “Shouldn’t you be worried we’re going to kill you, too?”
Jeongguk thinks for a second, eyes looking up at the ceiling as he considers. “No. You want me.”
Maybe not spoiled. Maybe just sheltered if he thinks that simply about such things.
“You’ll have to deal with a few more than just us.” Namjoon leans forward a bit, the air around him bending to his will. Haughty. Attractive. “We have 4 other mates.”
Oh. Jeongguk now looks as though he is simply vibrating with delight. His teeth– ones Seokjin notices look like a bunnies– make an appearance, biting his lower lip.
“I want them, too.”
Well, Seokjin’s dealings are certain to become a lot more smooth from this point onwards.
NOW.
Jeongguk hasn’t slept.
Well, okay, to be honest, he’s not sure he remembers the last time he actually had a full nights rest.
Wait– no, that isn’t true either. The last night he did it was the night after he saw you for the first time, he remembers it clearly, actually. He would rather die than forget it. He would never in a million years forget dreaming of you.
He was in the woods, you were there too, obviously. Scampering between trees, looking so cute and playful. God, you were so fucking adorable– calling out to him, asking him to chase you.
Fuck, who was he to say no? He simply he complied. He would be an idiot to deny you of anything ever.
When he caught you? It felt like the last of his dreams had finally come true.
You were giggling underneath him, his body pinning you down by your shoulders. Your eyes in the prettiest little crests that he kissed over and over again.
He remembers the end, where you made him promise to find you when he woke up, too.
…Yeah.
He hasn’t had a full night's rest since then. But especially last night, last night he didn’t get a wink. Not even the half-hearted nap he usually gets by on.
How was he supposed to sleep after Joon broke the news that they would be going to your house the very next day? The house that he knows belongs to you now, all thanks to Yoongi. The house where– where–
Jeongguk clenches his fist, lets his nails dig into the skin of his palms as a way to manage the putrid smell that was already beginning to leak from his pores. In the tight confines of the armoured truck, he knows everyone else will be able to smell it.
Should he really care? Probably not. But he doesn’t want the second– first?-- time you smell him to be so… so unpleasant. He wants you to smell the real him. The alpha who your heart and soul belong to, the one you’ll build a future with. The one that can provide for you, that can take you out of whatever hell you’ve been keeping yourself in–
How long would it take before you let him give you a bite? How long will it take for you to give one to him?
Soon, hopefully. God, he can’t even count how many times he’s stroked his cock to the thought of your cute little fangs piercing the skin of his neck. How blown out your eyes would be with pretty red dotting your mouth. Do you even know that he saved the left side of his neck for you? Waited so many years just for his perfect omega to leave tangible evidence on his skin of your simple belonging to one another.
… Well, he hasn’t thought about it in awhile, but the point still stands. He hasn’t been able to, not since your face began to retain the essence of a shadowless blob whenever you appear in his mind, when you appear in front of him. Just…just out of reach.
Fucking had been in reach for over two weeks.
His top lip curls at the thought. He reminds himself to stop thinking such shitty things.
It doesn’t work.
He just needs to see you, and then everything will be right again. He’ll be able to protect you. His pack will be complete. The last piece of his soul, the part that felt like it has been missing will finally click into place.
Everything will be perfect.
You’ll be perfect.
Jeongguk forces his head back into reality as the wheels of the vehicle roll to a stop. His neck cocking to the side, deep eyes locking on Seokjin in the driver's seat. The clicking of metal registers in his ears, his hand clenching around the barrel of his semi-automatic a little tighter, the gun propped up against the floor, muzzle facing the sky.
“We're here.” Seokjin hums, completely carefree. Jeongguk isn’t sure how, to be honest. “We have a bit of a hike, if Jimin’s map is right.”
Today determines the rest of his future… do they not get that? Of course they don’t. They don’t understand what you and him have, no matter how much they might try to. They don’t understand the levels at which his entirety calls out to you.
He’s already reaching for the handle of the door, his entire body itching to leave, when another voice stops him– Joons’, “Gguk-ah, do a scan for us.”
His nose scrunches up while a little wrinkle finds itself between his brows, “Huh? Why me?”
That isn’t his job. He’s not good at that sort of thing.
At that, Joon only shrugs, handing the binoculars back behind him, “I trust you more to do it.”
Heat washes over Jeongguk instantly. The simple words have an even simpler effect on his body– his ears and eyes perk up a bit more, right alone with his chest swelling. No matter how much he just wants to get moving, that line has Jeongguk already hauling his upper half through the sunroof of the armoured vehicle, eyes scanning the distance.
From the top of the hill the pack has managed to find themself on, looking off into the distance is an easy task. Any subtle clearing is discovered, especially the very one they think contains your cabin.
Jeongguk sees it easily, mentally comparing it to the map he had been studying the entire ride over– the piece of paper that Jimin and Taehyung marked your approximate location on. Seems like they were paying enough attention to get that right, at least. Even if they might have messed up your potential first meeting.
No. As much as Jeongguk is angry at them, he’s even more upset with Yoongi. At least Jimin and Tae could plead ignorance. What they did was only a reaction to Yoongi.
What Yoongi did to him was straight malice.
Hiding you. Keeping you after he found out you were an omega. Only confirming it after Jeongguk was on the verge of a breakdown because he couldn’t fucking remember–
He takes another deep breath, centering himself. He’s lucky he’s been practicing the breathing exercises Seokjin-hyung has been prescribing and that the thought of meeting you soon is somewhat settling.
“Yeah. House is where Jimin said.” Jeongguk states, plain as day. Giving one final sweep before getting ready to hop down. Nothing much falling along the dense forest tree line.
Lucky that autumn was on their side– if it was any warmer out, the tree leafs may have kept you covered.
“It looks–” Wait, what was that?
Out of the corner of his eye, he sees a flash of light in the distance. Too solid to be a solar flare, too obvious to be a trick of the mind. Twisting the lens to make it focus, something different comes into view.
A truck, hardly hidden at all against the trees. Standing out so loudly it might as well be a homing beacon to anyone who wanted to discover its presence.
“Wait, hyung, I think–” Jeongguk scrunches his eyes, the hard plastic of the binoculars digging into his skin as he pushes his face into them deeper, like that will help him see better. “I think there's a truck over there?”
“Mm.” He hears the shifting of guns, probably Joon following the direction of his pointed finger from where the first car had already unloaded onto the ground. “About the same distance away as the house?”
Fuck if he knows, Jeongguk has always been shit with distances. It’s normally Yoongi’s job to take note of the perimeters like this– he still doesn’t know why he’s been put on the case instead. Why has he been given a job when all he wants to do is think about you. It's annoying.
He doesn’t need to be managed. He doesn’t need to be distracted.
“Yeah, looks like it.” Jeongguk pulls the binoculars from his face before taking a second to inhale, tasting the scent of the wind on his tongue. He won’t make the same mistake again.
He pulls himself the rest of the way out of the sunroof, heavy gun clattering against his shoulder as he jumps to the ground with a practiced ease only gained from experience. His form landing with a thud, both feet on the ground as he squats, one balled hand taking the brunt of the force not received by his knees.
He stands, eyes glued into the distance.
“We didn’t see any cars out here before.” Jimin’s voice is in his ears, but he half ignores it. He’s not focused on the conversation of his mates right now, all he can think about is the alpha in his head. The one telling him that these are your woods.
“Tracks.” Taehyung is supplying his mate, just like he always does.
“Yeah, there were tire tracks, but they didn’t lead to a car or anything.”
“Hm.” Joon is too analytical. Seokjin, too.
“Does it really matter?” Hoseok groans out the words– Jeongguk hears him cracking his knuckles, “We don’t have all fucking day, and if these two don’t stop laying it on thick there won’t be hiding from the little doe.”
Jeongguk knows Hoseok is referring to the pheromones he’s releasing, but he really doesn’t give a shit. At least the alpha is speeding the whole thing up– Jeongguk can feel his muscles burning. It’s only a matter of time before he leaves and just goes to get you himself.
His patience is a tether that is not withstanding gale force winds.
“We're triangled right between them.” Jeongguk’s eyes roll, unable to stop himself at the sound of Yoongi’s gruff voice chiming in. He guesses at some point he set up shop looking out of the top of the other car with his sniper. “About 750 meters that way is the car, 875 to the house. 1000 between ‘em, too.”
Soon, Jeongguk hears the footfalls of Yoongi jumping, followed by the scribbling of a pen on a map. He’s starting to get frustrated with all these semantics. These alleged important parts of the job.
He still doesn’t understand why they have to be so careful about this.
You’re his soulmate, you’ll understand even if you are a little scared at first.
“It would be worth it to check it out, at least.” Seokjin’s voice is there– one of Jeongguk’s only hyungs along with Joon that seems to care about how hungry Jeongguk is to have you already. “If Jimin and Taehyung wrecked her house, she could be staying there for cover.”
What? Jeongguk’s alpha is howling in pain. How could he let his omega live inside of a car?! Even if it’s just for the night, that’s too much for you to go through. It’s just too much.
You deserve to be in a nice big house, bundled up in his clothes– not anyone elses right now– relaxing in his big bed, the softest blankets surrounding you while he feeds you the meat he’s hunted.
Joon nods his head, arms crossed over his broad chest. “Jimin, Taehyung, Jeongguk, you go to the truck. Radio us with what you see.”
. . . Jeongguk blinks.
He blinks again.
He’s not half listening to the conversation anymore.
“What?!” His head snaps before his brain can process the words, eyes finally leaving the distant trees you resided in for so long. So long, all alone. So long without him.
…You missed him, right? Don’t worry, you won’t have to for much longer.
They want him to go with them to the fucking car?! To the fucking car instead of your house?! They’re insane. Fucking insane. The growl is already in his tone before he can manage to stop it. “No.”
Hoseok’s expression is bored, Namjoon’s is blank, Seokjin’s is sympathetic. Jeongguk couldn’t give any less of a shit.
“Gguk-ah…” Seokjin is using that tone of voice he always does when Jeongguk gets riled up like this, the one that means he’s treating him like a pup. Sometimes he likes it. Today is not one of those days. “We need Yoongi with us at the main house…”
Wrong thing to say.
Jeongguk scoffs, “So he gets to see her before me? Are you joking?”
His bonds pang– the internal urge of half of him wanting to soothe the others displeasure combating with his temperament still burning from the night before. The rest are lucky Hoseok managed to calm him down before he took off on his own last night.
“No.” There could be something more to it, something they’re not telling him. They never tell him things. Or maybe they do– either way, it doesn’t matter. He’s pissed right now. All he can feel is that. “We just…”
“They don’t want you to see what the others did and freak out.” Jeongguk has never been more thankful for Hoseok’s blunt tone– at least someone will tell it to him like it is, even when he is worked up like this.
“Thats…” He would like to argue against their stance– that he totally would not blow up and pounce seeing what Jimin and Tae had done– but the words die on his tongue. He knows it's more than likely, so… he chooses a different route to argue his case.
He stands a little taller, “I just want to see. I should get to know how my mates been living.”
“You can see that after, can’t you?” Jimin grumbles, finally merging himself back into the main conversation from where Taehyung had him dragged away before.
Oh, of course, it would be Jimin saying that very thing. The one who wants to avoid Jeongguk seeing whatever state they left his soulmate's den in.
“Jimin, be quiet.” Seokjin sighs, trying once again to be the mediator. Jeongguk normally thinks it’s an incredible skill to have. He respects Seokjin a lot for him stepping up as second in command of the pack, but he’s having trouble retaining any of that sense now as he feels the biting breeze against his cheeks. As he feels the woods trying to speak to him.
“We need you to take the lead here, okay? Manage these 2 and direct them if she’s at the truck instead of the house.”
He feels like he’s going to scream.
See, the issue here is that Gguk doesn’t give a shit about pack dynamics.
He feels like a broken record due to how often he repeats it, but all he cares about is you.
He doesn’t give a shit that more people are needed to case a house than a truck. He doesn’t care that Jimin and Yoongi can’t be in a group together out of fear of them fighting. Doesn’t care that he can’t be with Yoongi either due to the fact he will definitely be fighting him.
Hell, it doesn’t bother him that Hoseok doesn’t see the point in getting you, or that Seokjin is only following along because of Joon’s lead. Sure, he’s frustrated by the way Yoongi’s eyes light up whenever you are discussed, and by the way that Tae shrinks away at the same mention. He didn’t even argue last night when he was excluded from Namjoon, Hoseok, and Seokjin’s meeting last night while they were plotting today out.
He doesn’t care that the groups split makes the most logical sense– that the packs 3 highest in command should all be at the larger site. He doesn’t even care that the rest of them probably don’t even realise that he understands all of it– that he accounts for every minor detail, too.
He doesn’t give a shit about fucking anything other than getting to you and it feels like the others just aren’t listening to how his wolf howls for you.
He feels like he’s going in circles.
His head certainly is.
He should just go. He should just start listening to his instincts just like everyone else does. He should–
Namjoon’s solid hand comes down on his shoulder, his frame leaning down just slightly to look in Jeongguk’s eyes. “Gguk-ah. I’m counting on you. If you find her, you’ll catch her.”
Fuck. Jeongguk does care about that.
Cares about Joon. About the other pure-alphas approval.
As his heart begins to beat a little faster, he takes a step back while tossing the strap of his gun over his shoulder. His boots crunch against the solid soil as he turns his back to the rest of the pack, making sure his face is hidden before any sort of blush tries to rise to his cheeks.
Joon always makes fun of him for that.
“Whatever.” He grunts out, trying to keep it a secret how affected by his pack alpha he is. He’s not the pack’s pup anymore. He shouldn’t get so worked up over little things. “Let’s go.”
“If you see anything, radio.” Hoseok reminds, a slight strain in his voice from what Jeongguk can only imagine is another stretch. Another part of the generals routine. “Kill anything you see, infected people or alive ones. Doesn’t matter to me.”
As if Jeongguk doesn’t know that already.
He grunts, marching off down the unbeaten path with his two elder packmates in tow. His brain tuning out the words of the other four as his brain already moves onto the next thing. As the woods start to feel more and more familiar the deeper he finds himself going inside.
…He’s going to make sure the promise he made to the you in his dreams stays alive and well.
Yoongi's pace meanders a few behind the rest of the group, the heavy metal of his favourite gun thunking against his back with every step he takes. The smell of the damp forest floor invades his nostrils with every small pant he takes, the morning dew making the floor wet as mud decides to cling to his boots.
He never thought he would be out in the woods again.
His head tilts towards the sky as he thinks, lets his mind wander away from the sounds of birds while he has a moment to do so. His body instinctively following the guidance of the rest of his mates without having to put any conscious effort into doing so, something in him knowing they would keep him safe even if he got a little distracted.
The last time Yoongi stepped foot into the forest… into any woods like these… it had to be at least 10 years ago.
He doesn’t know how you live in them. How you survive it.
He knows the crushing weight of the trees.
He’s been trying to figure out how since last night, to be honest. Ever since Jimin mapped out roughly where you had been staying, he’s been wondering why you forced yourself out here. How long you’ve been managing.
The woods are so tall, how do you fight against them all on your own?
Yoongi couldn’t. Still can’t, probably.
Logically, he has to remind himself, something dense like this is probably safer from intruders– not safe enough, if Jimin and Taehyung were able to find you– and zombies. There were far less out here than there were constantly battering against the walls of their compound. Hoseok had only managed to spot 2 on their hike so far, both are double-dead now. So comes safety from others in isolation, he guesses. Maybe that’s how you view it. He almost wishes he could, too.
Still not safe enough.
Yeah, for once Yoongi has to agree with his inner alpha. You’re not safe enough. Not if two of his pack mates were able to track you down. Not if what they say is true about you having been out here alone for who knows how long.
As much as he hates the idea of taking that decision away from you, he hates the idea of you dying even more. He hates the idea of not being able to keep you safe from pain, from letting you rot out here.
That’s all forests do. They infest your brain with rot.
Yoongi can’t stand the idea of stumbling upon you, fungus covering your skin.
He can give you back other freedoms later. It’s what he’s promised himself. You’ll– okay, you probably won’t like his pack at first. He would be the first person to admit that, regardless of how much he cares for them. But… but eventually you might come around. You might like hi–
Yoongi shakes his head, forcing himself away from the train of thought his alpha keeps forcing him down.
He’s coming to get you, to protect you as a friend. Someone he considers a friend, even if it was only one night spent together under fictional stars. Even if he did just plan to let it all blur away.
He’s not coming to you as an alpha with a prerogative. He just… he wants you to be okay. Especially after what Jimin and Taehyung did. He just wants to make sure that you're safe. That you’re not spiralling like he would be under the same circumstances.
Yoongi hates the woods.
…Yoongi wants Jeongguk to forgive him.
He probably won’t.
He should probably stop worrying himself over it. He has more pressing matters to deal with– ones that are only a few meters away, not in an entirely different group, heading to another location.
The guilty part of him hopes Jeongguk will find you first, but the selfish part of him, the ever present one that seems intertwined with his wolf, hopes that he will get the honour.
It isn’t good for you to be alone. You shouldn’t have to suffer through it.
Yoongi is projecting, he knows it. He also can’t stop it, and honestly, doesn’t want to. He wants to feel connected to you. Maybe he’s being selfish again by allowing himself to do so.
…Well, he is the only one who’s actually met you. He’s the one you felt– feel safe with.
His fingers twitch, he wants to just hurry up with it all, already. He wants to get you out of here, bring you to the house. Comfort you, if you’d let him.
…Would you let him?
His heart starts beating a little bit faster. That can’t be good.
“You’re thinking too much.” Hoseoks’s hushed voice makes its way into his muddled mind, a broad shoulder bumping into his unsteady frame.
Yoongi’s eyes slowly draw back from the sky, instead finding their place upon Hoseoks’s handsome face instead. Too handsome. It looks like it was carved by one of the greats. It isn’t fair.
“That’s rich coming from you.” Yoongi deadpans like he definitely wasn’t just admiring the pack's chief of combat.
He totally wasn’t. “You never think when Namjoons’ ‘round.”
God, they’ve been together how many years and Yoongi still pretends to be coy. He knows Hoseok sees through it, though, so there’s really no harm. Not like when the Jeongguk first joined the pack and became acquainted with Yoongi’s sharp, unrelenting tongue. Yoongi will never forget the complete embarrassment of having to explain what Jimin dubbed his ‘cuteness aggression.’
Bleh.
It was the most embarrassing day of his life.
Thankfully, Hoseok likes it when Yoongi gets mean. Says it ‘gets him going’.
Hmph.
“Yeah, well it’s their job. I’m not on the clock right now.” Hoseok smiles, both of his arms raising up to hold the back of his head up. “Let Seokjin deal with it. Looks like he has a stick up his ass, anyway.”
Yeah, Yoongi guesses that’s true. Hoseok isn’t leading the pack’s recruits on any kind of clearing mission, nor is he leading anyone into war. Still, he doesn’t know how he is just so relaxed about everything when Yoongi feels like he’s dying inside.
Still, he doesn’t think he agrees with the idea of it being anyone else's job, especially not Seokjins’.
Yoongi hazards at the body next to the pack alphas. He still doesn’t understand why Seokjin acts like a saint. Their rooms are next to each other, he’s heard the elder’s rants. Yoongi’s one of the few other than the pack alpha that knows his position.
Huh, maybe Seokjin never realised how thin the walls are.
“Bullshit. You’re a control freak.” Yoongi grunts, “If Namjoon didn’t force you out of taking the lead, you’d be up there instead.”
Hoseok simply hums, acknowledging Yoongi. Probably agreeing that it's true in his head.
“Jin!” Hoseok calls up ahead, pulling Seokjin back towards the tail end rather than the front. Yoongi watches as he turns, as he lets his footsteps slow to allow for Yoongi and Hoseok to catch up.
Yoongi feels Hoseok’s hands on his shoulders, forcing him up in front, a big heart-shaped smile on his lips, “This one’s thinking too much. Calm him down.”
“Yah. Stop it.” Yoongi tries to shrug off the younger, but fails miserably. Hoseok’s grip is tight, his fists massaging the flesh, “That’s not his job.”
The conversation feels easy. Too easy, for the current conditions. Zfor the way Yoongi is feeling. He doesn’t fully feel like he deserves their care.
“Aish! What are you talking about! It’s what I was recruited for!” Seokjin huffs, a fake glare directed at Namjoon’s back steady across his features.
“Receuited?” Yoongi almost wants to laugh, “Not the story I heard.”
As much as Yoongi likes to feign disinterest, he certainly does not miss the colouring of red rising to Seokjin’s ears. The corners of his hips curl, already completely aware the elder is going to go on one of his tirades.
Cute. Seokjin is cute.
“Yah!” The elders whisper raises a hair, his lips pouting out a bit more as his words increase in pace. “That brat wouldn’t leave me alone— what did you expect me to do?! He wasn’t even in my department—“
Yoongi shakes his head, eyes staring at the ground. Yoongi doesn’t even try to deny the expression is out of fondness. “You trying to let the whole forest know we’re here?”
“I—“ Seokjin pauses, eyes going wide as he realises just how loud he was getting. His ears get just a bit darker, but he doesn’t acknowledge it. Instead, the eldest in the pack just clears his throat, standing a bit straighter. “What were we discussing?”
The corner of Yoongi’s mouth quirks, “How Namjoon pursued you for years before you gave into him.”
“Other than that.”
He shrugs, not really remembering. He wasn’t paying much attention, more so looking for a distraction.
“Ah,” The weight of Seokjin’s arm is dropped over Yoongi’s shoulder, his head shaking along with the addition. “That’s right. You were thinking too hard. Is it being out here?” There's a slight pause before Seokjin continues, “You don’t need to think about back then anymore.”
He wishes it was that easy.
Hoseok’s echo of the past blinks fresh in his mind— ‘Live in the moment with me.’ That’s what Hoseok had said back then.
Seokjin’s smile feels warm when it’s directed just at Yoongi, “Just let hyung take care of it, okay? We’ll be home soon.”
Now he is sure his heart is moving at a faster pace than before.
Hyung.
Yoongi never used those sort of honorifics with Seokjin— it just wasn’t in the nature of their relationship. The elder never outwardly seemed to care, anyway, other than in half-assed jokes. It’s only in times like these that it felt like it mattered.
Suddenly, Seokjin’s face loses all sense of peace, a cold mask of stone falling over it at the exact same time his body freezes in place, the hike coming to a close. Namjoon’s hand in the air being the direct cause.
Well, it was nice while it lasted. It is time for action now.
Namjoon's fingertips curl towards his palm in a silent instruction to lower their frames closer to the ground. The slow, controlled approach to the house already having been planned out since the night before.
Namjoon sends a glance towards the pack’s general, signalling the change of power between them, Hoseok taking over direction.
Yoongi follows it silently without question, waiting for Hoseok’s motion to continue the pursuit forward. He’s always been in awe of the way Hoseok is able to direct everything, to make the motions of a unit seem fluid and conjoined rather than just heaping bodies following orders.
It only takes a glance from Hoseok before Namjoon is moving– the pack alpha gliding through the underbrush as he makes his way around the back of the cabin where he is meant to be stationed in case you try to make a quick exit from the rear.
Yoongi’s job is a lot more simple than the rest of theirs, he is only meant to be a lookout. Honestly, he’s thankful for it. He’s not sure he could manage much more upon seeing you again. Upon seeing the new conditions of your home.
A few seconds pass, a soft cooing whistle from Hoseok along with the tilt of his head telling Yoongi it’s his turn to move. He does as ordered, moving up from his squat, though certainly not returning to full height as he takes a light jog through the underbrush. Only settling himself down when he finds the angle he was looking for.
Checking left, checking right– yeah, here will do just fine. He can see your front door, as well as both sides of your house. He’ll be able to spot you if you try to make it through a window. With fewer guys, it might be a little more difficult to catch you, but Yoongi knows Hoseok enjoys the chase.
… He hopes it doesn’t come down to that, but if he does, he’ll try his best to comfort you even if he isn’t the best at it.
Carefully, Yoongi lowers himself down to the forest floor, pulling the gun off his shoulder right along with the action. He clicks the legs of it down, lowering himself to his stomach to check the view.
Just as he suspected, it’s perfect. He can see everything. Will definitely be able to spot you if you try to move.
Fucking hell. Those goddamn assholes broke most of your windows– he can only assume they weren’t like that before.
It isn’t long before Hoseok and Seokjin come into view, their bodies doing similar low jogs to the ones Yoongi just performed himself. Though their angle was towards the door– if you were here, they were going to get to you first.
Yoongi shakes his head, forcing the jealousy out of his gut. It’s fucking stupid. There isn’t any guarantee you’re still here, anyway. Yoongi knows he would have cleared out first thing if it was hi–
His breath stops in his throat, his head raising from his site. Pupils darting around the scene in front of him.
Fuck. Fuck. No, no no. Why is this happening now? Why?
Everything should be fine. Everything is going smoothly. Namjoon should be positioned around the rear of the building by now, Hoseok and Seokjin are counting down in front of your door, ready to make their move. Yoongi is keeping an eye out as he lays against the forest as Hoseok’s hand raises, starting from 5. There are no zombies around, nor other people that Yoongi can smell.
So why why why why why is this happening right now?
Why is something wrong?
That same sensation that settled over him yesterday has returned at a ten-fold.
Yoongi feels an overwhelming sense of dread in his gut. Worse than he’s felt in a decade.
Panic starts to take over before he’s able to calm it down, his body rising to a stand. Something shakes against his thigh, but he can’t comprehend it. Not when he knows something is about to go wrong, but he doesn’t know what yet.
The universe had to curse him with the ability to know, but not with the ability to do anything about it before it’s too late.
His legs are moving before his mind can catch up, his body rushing towards the door to stop them. He can’t breathe, he can’t think. Words are willing themselves to leave him. They have to regroup, they would understand. They trust him. They trust his judgment.
Just a little bit further. A little bit further.
He should have said something.
The last of Hoseok’s fingers fall, Seokjin’s shoulder slams into the door, breaking it from its hinges. He thinks another figure swoops in, but he isn't really sure.
The entire world has just become red.
Yoongi, he can’t move. He can’t do anything. The world stops rotating on its axis, everything moves to a standstill right along with Yoongi’s form. He’s positive things are happening around him, but he can’t process a single one. He can’t.
One second, everything is red. The next, it’s white.
He can’t hear anything, he can only feel red hot pain blossoming in his gut as something hits him. As he is tossed backwards several feet.
The trees quake due to the force.
Boom.
It doesn’t take Jeongguk long to get to the truck– or maybe it does. He doesn’t remember half of the journey.
He remembers splitting off from the pack, Jimin and Taehyung trailing behind him. He remembers hearing something reminiscent to a giggle beyond that was similar to the ones in his dreams. Remembers deciding that they meant he was on the right track to find you, that his alpha would never steer him wrong.
He didn’t talk at all the entire journey there, staying focused on the prize. There isn’t time for any distractions. He needs to see if you’re at the truck, then rush over to the cabin in case you’re there instead. He needs to hold you, tell you that you’re safe now, and bring you home.
Simple enough. There isn’t really much to do but actually do it. He can stop fantasizing about you once you’re actually in his arms. Maybe then the wolf inside of him will finally settle.
He just wants to breathe you in. For you to build a nest in his room.
He promises he won’t go in it! Not until you give him permission to. But just knowing you feel safe enough around him, safe enough around his scent, shit he wants it more than anything else.
He even has the perfect corner picked out for you already, he’s cleared out space in his closet, too, if you’d rather go there. Sure, he did that forever ago when he still remembered your face, but he’s been keeping it open ever since. He’ll keep it open forever waiting for–
A large hand tugs at the back of his shirt, halting him in his advance forward. The heat of it is almost blinding, but Jeongguk doesn’t let himself get distracted. Of course not, he’s an alpha on a mission.
A haphazard glance over his shoulder is the only thing he offers, finding Taehyung standing there, Jimin still quite a ways away, keeping himself separated. Hm. He’s been like that since yesterday, keeping himself a bit more closed off.
Good. He should feel bad, even if it was a mistake. Even if Jimin didn’t know you were his.
Another tug and Jeongguk is brought back to the moment again, a grunt signalling from his throat as a question meant to ask Taehyung what he wants.
Taehyung’s tongue comes out to lick at his bottom lip lazily, his eyes moving from their stare on Jeongguk to farther ahead on the path. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out that Taehyung wants him to look, too.
His head turns back to the main trail, vision narrowing.
Fuck. He didn’t notice that.
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.
Jeongguk’s heart swells, hope filling him to the very brim. Butterflies already dancing in his gut as his eyes go wide, as he feels a gentle heat curve into his cheeks.
Footprints. There are footprints on the same path they’re following now.
If Taehyung’s insistence is anything to go by, shit, it means your scent still dots the trees, too. Means that recently you followed the same path Jeongguk trails now. That you might just be living in the very truck Jeongguk is called towards now.
You– are you really waiting at the truck for him?
God, his entire being in inflating. His alpha is howling at him to go get you– that something as perfect as you shouldn’t be living out here. You shouldn’t be subjected to living in your truck because of what his idiot mates did.
Jeongguk’s legs are moving faster than before– he doesn’t really know when his pace picked up, but he knows the others are close to follow. 3 pairs of heavy thuds are marking up the forest floor, along with the sound of clanging guns against shoulders.
Within a few minutes he’s there. He’s standing in front of something you call your own.
It takes his breath away. Of course his omega would drive something cute like this– it makes perfect sense for you. Even if he doesn’t know you well yet, he’s sure of it. Oh, or wait… maybe you only use this one cause it’s convenient? Maybe another vehicle style suits you better?
He’ll get you a hundred cars, if you want. That way you can know what all of them feel like. It’ll feel so good to provide for you.
He moves in without really thinking, stalking towards the car, his noise unable to stop itself from the constant sniffing, attempting to weed out your scent from the rest of the woods. It’s difficult for him to, if he’s being honest. He always gets overwhelmed when so many different odours surround him, but he tries for you anyways.
He thinks he gets some of it, something that smells like beta– he knows better, he knows that even if you smell wrong, you’re still an omega– with hints of eucalyptus. Like some kind of herb used for healing, if he were to guess.
He frowns.
Now, standing only a few feet away from your truck, away from the source, he can tell it’s at least a day old. There isn’t anything that smells more fresh, there’s no sign of life within the cabin even with how forgetful he was at the volume of his approach.
It isn’t his fault though! He knows he was supposed to be quiet just in case but you distracted him. It doesn’t look like it matters anyway, you’re clearly nowhere to be found.
Jeongguk’s shoulders drop– all that hope that had been welling up drifts out. A laboured sigh from Jimin behind him, along with a kick to something– when Jeongguk turns his head, he identifies it as a fishing net with brush interlaced with the rope– signals that the others are sure of the same thing.
“She’s not here.” Even though Jeongguk is on better terms with Jimin than Yoongi, he still would rather not hear him talk right now. It’s not really any fault of his own, but stating the obvious when it’s clear Jeongguk is already irritated? When he can clearly see that you’re not here? It just makes Jeongguk’s teeth clench together a little tighter.
“I can see that.” Jeongguk rolls his eyes, one hand closing around the passenger cabin handle. The muscle in his arm straining in preparation for it to resist the movement, for the door to jerk back.
It doesn’t. It’s unlocked.
Jeongguk grunts as he stumbles just slightly, not enough to cause worry or for him to actually fall, but enough for his eyes to go wide. One hand reaching to steady himself on the top of the interior doorframe. His shoulders hunching just slightly while a small, growled ‘fuck’ slips from the back of his throat.
Thank god you aren’t here. That would’ve looked totally uncool.
He grunts, forcing himself to stand straight and only give half checks to his right and left to re-confirm your absence. Even if he wants to see you, he doesn’t want to look so lame. “We’re still checking. Maybe she left something to say where she’s going.”
“Or maybe she’s at her house.” Jeongguk’s eyebrows furrow, the back of his throat itching with a warning growl that wants to be let through. Didn’t Jimin hear Joon? Jeongguk is in charge, he shouldn’t be–
Jeongguk hears a sniffing sound right next to his ear, distracting him. It’s Taehyung taking the chance to scent the inside of the cabin, he guesses. Doesn’t really know what the other is looking for though. All he can smell is a slightly distressed undercurrent to your beta– it’s okay, he knows what you actually are, even if your scent is trying to lie to him– scent, most significantly clinging to the bag lying right across the passenger seat in a heap.
His frown deepens. Probably those two that made you smell like that. Made you scared with no one around to comfort you. There is a 0% chance Jeongguk is going to feel less bitter about it any time soon.
In the back of his head, Jeongguk realises the sniffing has stopped
He doesn’t offer Jimin any kind of response, instead focusing on the bag. Maybe you had left a map in there? Some supplies? Maybe just anything that would make him feel closer to you?
He should take it, right? That way, when you come home, you won’t be missing whatever's inside.
His lips purse just slightly, head nodding in agreement as his hand reaches out to grab it.
Well, he was grabbing it. Now, he’s on the forest floor, his head banging against the surface. Taehyung on top of him, his head pressed into Jeongguk’s throat, not even thinking about letting him up.
The growls begin to leave Jeongguk instantly, a second nature swelling up to the top.
“What the fuck are you doing? Get off of me!” He still won’t let up. He’s keeping Jeongguk pinned with everything he has. Jeongguk can’t see Jimin either. Can only feel the pounding in his head and shoulders from being throttled to the ground.
Is this a fucking coup or something? Were they just waiting to get Jeongguk alone so he wouldn’t be there to protect you anymore?
Jeongguk’s growls increase in volume, his limbs thrashing to try and get out from underneath Taehyung. He can’t believe this. He can’t believe they would fucking try something like this.
“Bomb.” Taehyung’s panicked baritone sends a lightning bolt through Jeongguk’s spine. He’s not fighting anymore. “Bomb inside. Bomb in bag. Don’t touch. Don’t touch! Can smell it! Intentional! Bomb! Don’t touch! Don’t!”
There’s…? You left a…?
Jeongguk looks back towards the car, his entire face morphing into that of complete disbelief.
You were trying to protect yourself… did you…? They said they didn’t see your car yesterday.. The covering was pulled off to the side, making the truck noticeable. Your footprints were in a clear line in the mud when you could just have easily veered off the beaten path, covered up your trail.
This was on purpose. You were trying to protect yourself if Jimin and Taehyung came–
What would have happened if Taehyung wasn’t there?
Jeongguk’s blood runs cold.
Joon doesn’t have a Taehyung at the house.
His mates can’t smell if the same trap has been laid just beyond the door.
Jeongguk shoves Taehyung off of him, adrenaline pumping through his veins. A newfound strength adorning his features as he manages to rattle the big puppy off. His frame rolling onto its stomach, reaching for the radio in his belt loop as he looks towards the direction of your cottage, his pupils shaky.
“Joon– Joon! There was a bomb in the truck! Abort the pursuit! Abort it!” His voice is yelling, crackling as it bounces through the radio.
Time feels like it’s extending itself, 30 seconds morphing into half an hour as he waits for a response.
There is none.
Shit. Shit. Shit! Shit! SHIT!
Jeongguk bolts upright, forgetting about the car, leaving it in the past while his mates are in danger in the present. “Fuck! Go! We have to go now!”
His pheromones, the same ones Joon used last night are unintentionally leaking from his pores, his body already beginning to rush through the tense trees. His head is spinning– he doesn’t know if the others followed. Only that he has to get to the rest of his mates before, before–
The sound rattles the trees, a deep ball of red rising above them.
Jeongguk freezes, his mind blank as he stares towards the distance in awe.
If it wasn’t his mates you were targeting, he would think you’re incredible. But right now, you’re not a thought in his mind. He’ll be upset with himself later over that fact. The fact of the matter, he knows where his bonds lie. He knows how much they’re in pain.
You didn’t know it was them. You don’t know it’s your soulmates. You’re just so scared, just so… everything hurts. His body is on fire. 4 spots across his form are radiating a pain he’s never felt before.
It hurts so bad.
So bad.
He wants to crumple to the floor. He wants to sob. He doesn’t know what to do.
“Get a fucking hold of yourself!!” Oh, Jimin’s screaming at him. He wonders when that started. When the shorter of the two grabbed his shoulders and began shaking him, when the look in his eyes became so deadly that they lost all of their spark.
The slap to his face stings, but he’s thankful for it. It finally brings him back to the moment, finally forces him to do what he needs to do.
“Stupid purebred! Fucking move! You’re useless to them if you can’t even do that!” Jimin’s shouting should sting, but it doesn’t in the slightest. He knows the words are true.
Jeongguk is running again, faster than he thinks he’s run in his entire life. He doesn’t really remember the rest of the interaction with Jimin, his memories feel jumbled. He knows at one point Jimin began dragging him towards the house, then he remembers overtaking Taehyung on his own while running.
The sight he sees when he finally reaches the cabin is one he’ll never forget.
He’s so lucky he’s never had the experience of his mates being in abject danger before. He doesn’t know if he could ever take feeling like this again.
The house, what's left of it, is up in flames. Wood panels have been blown off the side, half of the covered porch has caved in upon itself.
His chest heaves as he finally spots his pack. His soulmates. The ones he loves the most in the world. Namjoon’s form is on top of Seokjin and Hoseok’s bodies, looking like he pushed them out of the way just in time. Wood scattered debris lays around them still burning bright, though none directly on top.
A whizz of air passes by Jeongguk, Jimin’s shorter form running past him in the direction of Yoongi.
Yoongi.
Jimin is hauling a piece of burning wood off Yoongi’s stomach, his hands shaking his shoulders. His voice is yelling, but Jeongguk can’t really hear it. At some point he began to move, too. His body acting for him while his mind remains scattered.
His arms haul Namjoon off of the others, it’s clear all of them are injured– they’ll need to get medical attention when they get home. Seokjin, as much as he wants to, likely won’t be in the state to provide it. Jeongguk will yell at him if he tries.
Taehyung frame finally joins Joengguk too, following his lead in grabbing Seokjin instead, propping his body up rather than continuing to let him lay against the forest floor. From Jeongguk’s extremely limited medical knowledge, he knows his knee looks bad. But so does Hoseok’s shoulder. And god, Jeongguk has never been more thankful for the fire-resistant lining of the gear they wore today. He can’t imagine what the state of Namjoon’s back would be without it.
“Hyung! Hyung!” Jeongguk hears his voice, but he doesn’t remember willing it to sound. He finds himself in the same place as Jimin, his hands shaking the pack alpha's shoulders, trying to wake him from his passed out state.
Fuck. If only he was faster getting to the truck, if only Taehyung was able to tell him sooner none of this would have happened! He would have been able to tell them and, and, and–
“”M fine.” Jeongguk feels air enter him for the first time at the sound of Joon’s voice, even if it does sound a little weak. When Joon wheezes, his heart still pangs, “‘M fine. No one died. Take care of the others, they need it more.”
Jeongguk has never wanted to sob more in his life from relief.
The relief is short-lived when his eyes shift towards Seokjin being coddled by Taehyung.
Hoseok has propped himself up, too. He’s looking off in the distance.
He’s smiling.
You know, when Hoseok said he wasn’t interested in having an omega, you didn’t have to go and be such a fucking brat about it.
Yeah, yeah. Sure. Whatever. He was going to let his packmates have their new little toy until they got bored of it– he didn’t mind. Pretty pussy is pretty pussy, and alphas have their urges. Hoseok has never minded sharing a beta between a few of them for a night in the past, though that stopped when Jimin joined and started killing them.
Hoseok still didn’t really care.
He didn’t have any loyalties to them. Didn’t wanna bite them. They were just for fun.
If the youngest wanted a new pet, he wouldn’t deny him. He bets he would look cute staring at you like you were the world. Teetering after you while Hoseok had his.. Fun.
He wouldn’t deny himself the pleasure of playing with you, too. Again, pretty pussy.
And sure, Hoseok never really cared much for the second gender that seems so– his upper lip wants to curl– mystifying, almost like mythical creatures with their decline. He remembers even back in school when he was learning about them, being bored out of his mind.
Everything about them just seemed so boring.
Helpless.
Culling.
Too much work for what? Something that just likes to sit around the house all day pretty? God, sounds like his fucking nightmare.
Hoseok has always thrived on the exciting. On whatever could get his blood pumping the fastest.
It’s what Namjoon promised him. The alpha never did disappoint.
Months ago, when Namjoon first came to him about the idea of getting an omega, Hoseok thought that it might be the first time he would. He never expected a desire so… simple, baseline… traditional, from the pack alpha. He agreed, sure, but he didn’t expect anything from it. Thought that the alpha might finally be becoming boring.
He should be admonishing his past self for ever doubting him, but his present self feels high as a kite.
This is certainly a motherfucking treat.
Even with the pain radiating from his shoulder socket– it’s definitely popped out– he doesn’t deny it. His tongue, despite its pain from biting through the meaty flesh during the blast, runs over his teeth. Copper tang in every breath he breathes.
Awwwww, and you planned it all yourself, huh? Laid out a little bomb to catch the wolves in a trap? What an adorable little doe, thinking you could be big.
He raises himself up on his forearms, flinching a little at the weight put onto his shoulder. He should be screaming from it now, right? That’s what anyone else would do. His cock is hard.
“Hyung! Hyung!” Shit. He really can’t hear now. Most of it just rings. Call it love the way he was still able to hear Jeongguk through it. Whatever. It’ll come back soon. He’s got other things to focus on.
His eyes continue to scan the tree line, looking for something. He’s not sure what.
He’ll find out soon.
Ha, you really did a number on all of them, huh? Did alllllllll of this just for them? Wow, you must really care. You must really want Hoseok to think you’re worth it, huh? That you’re better than all those other little omegas out there?
You want him? That's the message you were trying to send, huh? That you want a chase?
You’re fucking lucky Hoseok loves them. You want him to love you, too? Are you ready for something like that? You really think so?
His lips crack open, a splash of red coating the inside edge. Another trail of blood running down his cheek from where he nosedived into the dirt.
You wanted his attention? That’s why you pulled this bratty little stunt? Well now you have it.
He sees a glint of light in the distance, way beyond the trees. Light reflecting off of glass. Binoculars, huh? Cute.
His smile grows, blood on his teeth. The taste of copper still coming through on his punctured tongue. His canines have never been more excited to bite.
Found you, baby.
Let’s play red riding hood.
“Boom.”
Your voice is soft, cusping just on the edge of the wind. Certainly nowhere near as loud as the sound that just permeated the forest, but felt as though it was even greater than it. A beautiful, radiating fire lighting the trees in the distance, a new glow.
On your face rests a satisfied, self serving smile.
You, and your predictions, had been right. They came back.
Now, there was no way you could be certain it was the same alphas that came to destroy you yesterday, of course not. It would be silly to completely presume but… it was nice to think it was, anyway. Had your legs feeling lighter as they rest against the wooden edge of the fire escape, your body slumped against the high-back stool that you just so happened to find in the fire tower.
Ha. Fire tower. Ironic.
Either way, you knew they would be back, and now they knew the consequences of doing such a thing, even if it is a pity the second bomb hadn’t gone off alongside the first.
The corner of your lips quirk a little higher, hand finally reaching to grab the binoculars from their place hanging against the chair. The cool metal raising to your eyes, allowing you to see even more of the beauty you had just created.
Mmm, the view isn’t too much better– you suppose you did walk pretty far– but still. The act of seeing everything is divine. Your house, the place you had crafted for years, may now be in shambles, but so are the alphas. Poor things.
Well, you’ll build your life back better, anyway. Every new start has become more and more easy. Lessons have taught you the proper steps, especially the steps to properly disappear. That everyone should have the tools and the knowledge to make an out if need be.
Your bottom lip perks out in a bit of a mocking pout, head tilting to the side as the fire begins to grow. It won’t make it far, you know that. The conditions aren’t great for it to actually spiral, but it feels prophetic almost. It feels perfect.
Leave no witnesses.
Mhm, and after they saw your nest, you knew you had to. Fixed up the house to make it look like you were planning on trying to stay, left your car uncovered as a second honeypot. Disabled your trip wires to make it seem like you didn’t know what you were doing. Packed all the suppressants you could. Made sure to leave a little trail to each.
Agitated clucking sounds from your left, drawing you out of your thoughts. The binoculars leaving your eyes as your head twists down towards her, instead.
Ah. Of course, there was Cheryl, too.
To be honest, you tried to leave her. To let her go back to the woods and live with the wild flock but… she wouldn’t stop following you.
Pack has to stick together, you suppose.
“Shhhh, shhh shh…” Your fingers slowly stroke down Cheryl's back, her plumage puffed up from the noise that rang throughout the forest. “You gotta be quiet. They could be watching us back.”
You stand from your spot, moving back towards the interior of the little fire tower. One hand scooping up Cheryl from her tummy, the other slinging your pack over your shoulder. A continued soft hushing leaving as you walk.
You have no plans of unpacking, you’d be leaving this location soon enough.
A small buzzing sensation runs through your entire being, the aftereffects of your successful plan still migrating through every one of your nerves, lighting each up like little stars in little galaxies.
Your lips curl once again, little sharpened canines hanging from below your upper lip, the corner of your smile tweaking upwards. “Well, if they’re still alive, that is.”
chapter 4 <- index -> chapter 6
⌬ : notes:
"oh, these weren't homemade. they were made in a factory. a bomb factory."
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ha..haha.. right guys?
*a tomato is thrown at me*
DAMN! Fine! Lemme just pack my shit and--- lmaooooo I'm joking!! Seriously though, I am desperate to hear what you guys think about this chapter. What I have been teasing for awhile has finally kicked off!! Like i said, reader still had a few things up her sleeve. She's crafty, huh? Either way, it isn't too much longer before she meets the guys!! it should be happening next chapter, isn't that exciting? It is to me!!
I am desperate to hear all of your thoughts on this chapter-- it really is my favourite one that I've written so far. Especially now that we have 6/8 povs unlocked for the main cast... mwahahah, hoseok is certainly a treat, isn't he? I have full confidence you will either hate him, or think he is entirely too hot (i am of the later group lmao, I know what I am) (a freak, if that wasn't clear LMAO)
Jeongguk too, with how desperate he is to have you :'< poor guy. Plus a look into the way he joined thep pack ?! Either way!! As always, please let me know any and all of your thoughts, I absolutely love hearing them!! Everything coming together, and the objects set in motion are rolling super fast now, even if it doesn't totally seem like it yet.
Ahhh, anyway, this is entirely too long! As always, thank you for reading and falling into the story of summer rain just like I have!!! We have officially hit 100 pages in my google doc! See you guys when the next chapter finishes out!! MWAH!!!
oh boy, she didn't think it would be good to her own-self.
she was afraid that she could not let him go when the times were up.
so she decided-no
they both decided to put an end at 6 in the morning.
decided last night was the last for both of them.
***
"next station is ph," she heard the automated voice from the train. she almost reached her station and she didn't realize how fast the time passed.
because her thoughts were filled with him.
her mind was like divided into two; one wanted to be with him as long as the time allowed and another one wanted to stop and wanted nothing with the man anymore.
but at the end of the train, she said to herself this was the best, the best for her.
because she afraid if she didn't give up now, she might give up on her own lover, if she didn't give up now she would sacrifice her own self love just for him, just for her bad apple.
it did hurt her, but she knew although the broken heart they wouldn't be the same anymore but they would gonna be healed.
she would be healed.
"everything's gonna be okay," she said to herself.
***
she found it ironic as she rode the train.
when she could be at her mother's house right now but she choose to travel one hour to return her home.
because she needed her supports, immediately to soothe her sadness; her children.
because she wanted to get away from there; her hometown and people there.
and him.
leaving the place would not be enough to her, she wanted to cut off everything.
"there's no need to block me, we can be like usual but not as close as before," he texted.
she was not the person who would stay and be friends with someone with their past. would not stay with someone that did not want her.
cutting off everything was a better choice.
so she can pretend all the things they did and the feelings were never happened.
so she could move on and stay focus on her own lover.
so she could forget him, her bad apple.
but deep down in her heart, she prayed so that he couldn't forget her. prayed so that he feel empty without her, yearned to be with her again. she prayed for next person was not good as her. she even prayed so even his own gardener could not make him stop of thinking of her.
and she prayed when time is right, they would meet again.
and if he ever read this, she just wanted to say that he was one of the best things happened to her.
and she wished all the best for him and his lil family.
no hate was to give to him, because to her; they did nothing wrong to each other.
it was just that they knew it; them, wouldn't work out. and they knew it was just a temporary escaped from their harsh reality.
a momentary lapse of happiness and satisfaction for both of them.
she might miss him from time to time.
missed the way his eyes gone when he smiled.
or lit up when he talked about musics.
missed the way his shoulders slumped when he talked about the things made him sad.
missed his voice; either the cute one when he said he was her big cat or the raspy one when he just woke up from sleep.
and missed his cute snoring! HAHAHA
he might feel insecure with that, but she didn't mind at all because she felt less lonely when hearing that to sleep. it was like a lullaby to her.
there were lots of things she would gonna miss! (and she hoped he also would miss her when she was gone.)
but put the end of their whatever relationship they were in was a better choice for both of them.
it was just a fling, an affair.
and he planned to focus on his family back.
"we can be together until she's positive,"
oh boy, she didn't
lust; a very strong sexual desire.
Although in his lyrics he mentioned about love but it was never it; only lust that mistaken as love.
He did made her confused of her own feelings sometimes.
Did she like him? or the attention he gave? or was it because of the countless sex they did?
He was her first time, thought to be just a one night stand, but one became two and more.
Said wanted to stop, but decided to continue.
"you decide as you are the adult here" but they both were adults.
It was just an excuse because she cannot leave him I guess.
addicted of the intimacy? or him personally?
She did remember what happened that night.
because practically she also planned it to be happen.
just pretended to be a dumb and naive girl. always asked for his help. liked what he liked. listened what he wanted to say, spent time together alone and make sure to tell him that he was better than others.
men always like that, men that her type.
"we are playing chess right now" he said proudly.
little did he know she knew so well where the game would brought them to.
with a wide smile plastered on his face, he declared; "I won," that what was he thought but to be frankly honest she was the winner. she always the winner.
she always got what she wanted. and this time she wanted to feel what it was like to be completely engulfed with lust.
it was just she loved to see them winning. raised their pride, raised their ego. loved to see them think they got her, got to control her. but in reality they were playing in her game and she was the player.
but sometimes player also can not help but play their game emotionally.
***
She always thought she had a power; power to attract men. but too bad they were always the bad apples one.
so she thought because she was a bad gardener.
because this time another apple fell from someone's garden and rolled to hers. again.
Unfortunately, just like previous apple, she choose to be ignorant, she choose to forgot; that he was from someone's garden, someone's world. someone's love. someone's.
and she also had her own apple.
one's that she always doubted and complained to others. one's that she always found flaws to use for her detachment. one's she didn't think the future together. or didn't want to think.
bad gardener and bad apple.
Somehow both of them clicked together so well where they didn't expect it. or at least that what she felt.
She wondered how could this happened. how come he could be near to her comfort state, in less than two months, where others need to take their times.
How it was so easy for her to listened and laughed at his stories at 4 am?
was it because he almost identical to her 3-years apple? that made her confused? or because the 80-20 theory? or perhaps both.
However, he won over her own apple. He got to know the real her. not everything but things only he knew but others didn't. things she swore to keep shut to bring in hell alone. things she hoped to have someone to share with without being judged.
And she wanted to share more.
But again, that seemed too much for them that didn't have a title.
too much for him as he got his own gardener to be with.
too much for him as in this platonic relationship.
too much for him as she wish to not want him in her garden in future silently.
***
"do you know the butterfly effects?" she asked him, immediately averted her eyes away from his as soon as his met hers.
they had been sharing stories and forgot the time. although her eyes heavy from the lack of sleep she usually would get and tired body from the sex they did last night, she wouldn't want to miss this moments of them.
he reverted a no, and she wasted no time to explain to him. eager to.
there were times, so many times, she thought about all her decisions she made before. about the game she started.
the butterfly effect they said. what if what if.
what if she didn't choose to go to that place.
what if she didn't choose to be friend with that "friends".
what if she didn't stay that night.
this would not happen but it happened.
the thing between them. would never happen but it happened.
she always found it fascinating how her decisions can lead to such situations.
it was so fascinating that sometimes it scared her.
***
she always hated her hometown and people there. they didn't bring anything good to her except broke her heart into pieces. somehow her home still wanted her to be there and she still wanted to be there.
and him perhaps gonna be another reason why she always hated to be there.
"do you have feelings for me?" yes he did. but not as much as to his own gardener.
"how much?" it was in a point where he could be responsible to what he did.
was that because of love? or it was just a temporary limerence because of the lust they created between each other?
she didn't like his answer.
because she couldn't find it trustworthy.
all she could hear was a lie lie lie.
all men do were lying. all men do were leaving.
things would be easy if no feelings involved, she thought.
but oh boy, she was so in denial that she didn't realised hers already involved.
that was why they still stuck with each other.
***
She cannot helped but replaying all the things they did in her head.
but this one particular moment was too much for her. too much that she cannot helped but reached her hand down to her flower while replaying that scene in her head. too much for her that she can felt how wet she was, only because she cannot forget it.
/
"i'm not done yet," he said as he shove her down again. her face and chest met the mattress once again, while her bottom was up. a soft moan escaped her lips followed a short laugh.
what's so funny? she also didn't know, her brain cannot function properly. all she can think was she wanted him inside her again. to ruin her.
he just finished one second ago and at the time she thought they were done but he said otherwise, he did otherwise.
She almost wanted to cry. she tried her best to be quiet but it was so good. all she can felt was his went in and out of her. it made her mouth loose and the sound of their body slapping together just made her wetter. and when he pulled her hair and his other hand wrapped on her neck, God, she can felt both her eyes rolled in.
and when he pulled out and cum on her back, she gave out a soft whine. missing the feeling of him inside her.
and also because she really wanted him to cum inside her. to fill her up.
/
oh boy, did it by herself was so different. it did not feel the same as he did.
her fingers tried to keep the same pace as she remembered. but the satisfaction was far from it, she could not reach it. like what he did.
and it was so lonely, no kisses for her. no kisses from him.
she liked kisses and she guessed he also liked it. it was like they can kissed each other until both of their lips bleed. until the sun was rising.
and when she went and met her own apple, the kisses didn't feel the same. it was short and empty. it didn't feel like his. somehow while they kissed she only can think about her bad apple,
how she wished he could be with her at that moment.
***
she was on top of him, riding him; one of his favourite positions he mentioned, she tried to make he felt good - no she wanted to make him felt good. she was not experienced and her body was not flexible and soft like a dancer. so she always wondered that if did she returned him the satisfaction like what he gave to her?
that was why she bought that pretty red lingerie with the thought of him. just because she remembered he really liked the red color and just because he mentioned his own gardener never wear it for him. so she bought it just for him. she wore it just for him.
/
then she remembered the thing he mentioned through text before; threesome. she was not dumb, she knew what it mean.
seemed like the thought of it excited him. so did to her.
but she did also feel scared. she was always had a hard time on meeting and adjusting herself with strangers or people in general. always wanted her circle small as possible and always avoid meeting new people. always rejecting physical interaction or intimacy from others. probably because of her social anxiety. or probably because she didn't want other people to see and to be near the real her.
so the thought of someone she was not close to doin sex with them did scared her shit.
"you don't mind sharing me?"
"but only if you want to," he replied.
at that moment her heart did sunken a little bit by his statement. so he did want and like that. only if she did give him a chance.
but she only wanted him.
but she guessed he only saw her as one of his toys to be with.
***
"if you have me why you still need him?" he asked.
"if you have me why you still need her?" she retorted.
she wanted to laugh at his face so bad but can not because he was inside her. and hearing her answer probably did something to him as he started to fuck her again. made her forgot what he just asked a moment ago.
/
"do you think you can let go of me?" she asked. both of her hands on his chest as he rode him.
he only gave a small nod. and she didn't like his answer so she gave another same but different question;
"do you want to let go of me?"
"no,"
she hummed with satisfaction. even though back in her mind said not to trust it.
Cheater NJ x Mistress Reader (inspired and based on CBTM MV)
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“I see you come back to me, NJ.” you say as you hear your bedroom door open. Your back is facing the man, your chest heavily rising and falling, both of your hands on your curvy hips, eyes raking over all his clothes that you threw on your bed a few moments ago.
“Y/N, I’m sorry. I can explain.” he says, sounding remorseful.
You turn around, one limb dropping weakly to your side. You try so hard to show no emotion, to appear strong, but a look at you and your bedroom shows otherwise; everything is ruined. Your hair is messy, mascara stained from all your crying, still wearing the wrinkled dress and heels from the afternoon.
Meanwhile, he stands in a clean, neat suit that his wife ironed for him, one of the suits she bought, and one that he always wears whenever he can. Even in front of you. In his right hand is a bag of cupcakes from his favourite bakery, the one he usually visits with his daughter to satisfy their sweet tooth, and he always brings some to you just because "I want to share my happiness with you."
But you've always hated that; the suit, the sweets, and them. You never once liked them, but you never once complained to him. Because you can't. Because deep down in your heart, you know where your place is. Never above them, and never inside him. Even though every day, you pray and hope that one day, even for just a moment, he would choose you. Solely you.
But today you know that three of you are now are in the last place. The place where he doesn’t need you three anymore.
Perhaps you should be grateful that you're not his poor, naive wife. She's been cheated on twice now. She knows that he has another woman - you- but still forgives him for the sake of the love she has for the man and when his secret was busted never once he thought of leaving them for you even when he never love her at the first place. But this time, for sure, he will leave her for his own good. Because he's finally found his world.
“I gonna be with her.” he says. You going to marry her.
“What about your wife? Your daughter?” you ask.
“I already prepare the paper and I know she can take care Yeoreom so well.” He replies. You are divorcing her, and she can take the kid.
“You willing to leave them?” You question, hurt and confusion evident in your voice. Why now? Why never before- why never for me?
“Because I found her.” Because finally you found someone that you truly love. Because you love her. Never your wife, never me.
The flashback of this afternoon comes flooding back to you, vivid and painful. You remember seeing him with another woman, another woman beside you and his wife. He was so happy, his smile radiant as he talked to her, oblivious to the shattered pieces of your heart at his feet.
You had tried to ignore the pang of jealousy and hurt, forcing a smile on your face, pretending that everything was fine. But deep down, you knew it wasn't. You knew that he had chosen her over you, over his wife. And you knew that you were nothing more than a temporary escape from his reality.
And now, standing in your ruined bedroom, facing him as he tells you that he's leaving his wife for her, the pain is unbearable. The betrayal cuts deep, and you can't help but wonder what you did wrong. Why were you never enough for him? Why did he never love you the way you loved him?
And at this moment, you are tired. Tired of him. When the world made you distrust people, he made you trust him. When you didn't need anyone, he made you need him. When you did not need someone to love, he made you love him. But why he never do the same? Why does he never need you or love you?
"How about me?" you ask, your voice barely a whisper.
“…”
He doesn't say anything, but you know the meaning. He doesn’t need you anymore.
You already cried so hard before he came that no tears are left for this moment. You're just tired. And heartbroken.
And you also done with him for good.
"Just take what is yours and leave," you plead, your voice cracking with emotion.
Cheater NJ x Mistress Reader (inspired and based on CBTM MV)
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“I see you come back to me, NJ.” you say as you hear your bedroom door open. Your back is facing the man, your chest heavily rising and falling, both of your hands on your curvy hips, eyes raking over all his clothes that you threw on your bed a few moments ago.
“Y/N, I’m sorry. I can explain.” he says, sounding remorseful.
You turn around, one limb dropping weakly to your side. You try so hard to show no emotion, to appear strong, but a look at you and your bedroom shows otherwise; everything is ruined. Your hair is messy, mascara stained from all your crying, still wearing the wrinkled dress and heels from the afternoon.
Meanwhile, he stands in a clean, neat suit that his wife ironed for him, one of the suits she bought, and one that he always wears whenever he can. Even in front of you. In his right hand is a bag of cupcakes from his favourite bakery, the one he usually visits with his daughter to satisfy their sweet tooth, and he always brings some to you just because "I want to share my happiness with you."
But you've always hated that; the suit, the sweets, and them. You never once liked them, but you never once complained to him. Because you can't. Because deep down in your heart, you know where your place is. Never above them, and never inside him. Even though every day, you pray and hope that one day, even for just a moment, he would choose you. Solely you.
But today you know that three of you are now are in the last place. The place where he doesn’t need you three anymore.
Perhaps you should be grateful that you're not his poor, naive wife. She's been cheated on twice now. She knows that he has another woman - you- but still forgives him for the sake of the love she has for the man and when his secret was busted never once he thought of leaving them for you even when he never love her at the first place. But this time, for sure, he will leave her for his own good. Because he's finally found his world.
“I gonna be with her.” he says. You going to marry her.
“What about your wife? Your daughter?” you ask.
“I already prepare the paper and I know she can take care Yeoreom so well.” He replies. You are divorcing her, and she can take the kid.
“You willing to leave them?” You question, hurt and confusion evident in your voice. Why now? Why never before- why never for me?
“Because I found her.” Because finally you found someone that you truly love. Because you love her. Never your wife, never me.
The flashback of this afternoon comes flooding back to you, vivid and painful. You remember seeing him with another woman, another woman beside you and his wife. He was so happy, his smile radiant as he talked to her, oblivious to the shattered pieces of your heart at his feet.
You had tried to ignore the pang of jealousy and hurt, forcing a smile on your face, pretending that everything was fine. But deep down, you knew it wasn't. You knew that he had chosen her over you, over his wife. And you knew that you were nothing more than a temporary escape from his reality.
And now, standing in your ruined bedroom, facing him as he tells you that he's leaving his wife for her, the pain is unbearable. The betrayal cuts deep, and you can't help but wonder what you did wrong. Why were you never enough for him? Why did he never love you the way you loved him?
And at this moment, you are tired. Tired of him. When the world made you distrust people, he made you trust him. When you didn't need anyone, he made you need him. When you did not need someone to love, he made you love him. But why he never do the same? Why does he never need you or love you?
"How about me?" you ask, your voice barely a whisper.
“…”
He doesn't say anything, but you know the meaning. He doesn’t need you anymore.
You already cried so hard before he came that no tears are left for this moment. You're just tired. And heartbroken.
And you also done with him for good.
"Just take what is yours and leave," you plead, your voice cracking with emotion.
