like idk yall i seen this video and almost fell tf out so I was like why not do what i do best and make a fic
The first time you met Jungkook, you pondered if he was something else in his past life. Maybe a lion or tiger - a fearless wolf. As a bunny hybrid, he had little to none of the characteristics. The bunny hybrids you’d met were all full of fear and caution. Any little sound sets their fight or flight off - and it’s never truly fight. They were naturally terrified people, always shutting themselves away from those who were considered “predators”.
Jeon Jungkook was different. For a bunny hybrid, he lacked the fear of a hare. He often stood tall and firm, never cowering like his fellow bunny hybrids. When he spoke, he looked you in the eye - prey or predator. The only thing he had in common with them was his diet - consisting of various fruits and vegetables.
You were a cat hybrid. You wouldn’t consider yourself top of the predator hierarchy but you weren’t a prey. You - and those you associate with - share too many characteristics with that of a feline. You cannot fathom not sleeping the majority of the day and eating even when you aren’t hungry. You were often cranky and you didn’t enjoy unnecessary noise.
There were a lot of things you didn’t like and Jeon Jungkook was one of them. He was too hyper and energetic, often hopping around - even in his human form - and being a complete nuisance. You despised whenever you and he were forced to be around one another because that meant that you weren’t going to know any peace.
You recall when you first met Jungkook. “Sorry, Y/N can be a bit…grumpy.” Yuna murmured to Namjoon. She looked down at you in your cat form - a form you preferred to be in when you longed around lazily. Your back was arched and your ears were casted backwards, ready to attack.
And you were hissing right at Namjoon - but not at him. At Jungkook, the chocolate- colored bunny in his arms.
Yuna had warned you that her relationship with Namjoon was going great and he had even gone as far as to ask if she wanted to move in with him. She contemplated it - they’ve been together for a year already.
You, however, were a factor Yuna had to consider. Especially since Jungkook was around. Neither you or Jungkook were considered “pets” to Namjoon and Yuna; even if that was what it was “legally”. You’ve grown alongside Yuna, she is only a few human years older than you.
In a world where hybrids are sold to families as pets, you were placed into Yuna’s household by her grandfather. She still doesn’t know how her grandfather acquired a young feline hybrid, but you were always treated like a family member rather than a pet.
Now, years later, you enjoyed Yuna’s place. She had taken you along with her when she moved out instead of leaving you with her parents. The entire household already smelled of you - a scent Yuna couldn’t smell herself as a human - and you enjoyed everything to be exactly where you wanted it. There wasn’t anything in the household that you didn’t know where it was exactly.
One of the main reason why moving to Namjoon’s place would simply not work - so Yuna offered for Namjoon to move here.
Jungkook wasn’t considered a pet with Namjoon either and unlike you, Jungkook was a ray of sunshine. Yuna still tells the story of how when she first met Jungkook - in his bunny form - he had hoped right into her lap that she was so shocked that he was hybrid and so friendly. She still tells the story of when you “met” her first boyfriend - a boy from High School she had forgotten to tell you was coming over. You had attacked the poor boy so bad that he left not even 10 minutes later covered in scratches.
You, to this day, refused to see how you were wrong.
“You’re going to have to go to your room if you’re going to be hostile.” Yuna had said with a stern voice when you hissed at the bunny. Namjoon had put him onto the ground cautiously. “Why don’t we introduce you and Jungkook properly? You’ll probably like him better that way.”
Yuna knows your type and it was one of the reasons she suggested it. She was shocked herself at how something so cute could turn to a hot piece of ass - something she told Namjoon bashfully.
But of course, at that time, you were being stubborn. You clawed at Jungkook instead and that only prompted Yuna to yank you up and speed walk down the hall to your own bedroom. She was warm with embarrassment and she threw you onto your bed and immediately, you turned into your naked human self.
Yuna had seen you naked countless times that it doesn’t affect her - but she had told you with Namjoon moving in, you could no longer randomly go between cat and human forms. One of the many reasons why him and that hare shouldn’t be in your home.
“What the fuck is your problem?” Yuna hissed. “I told you-”
“I think he was sizing me up.” you interrupted, eyes staring straight back at hers. “Coming into here like he owns the place.”
Yuna knows you’re talking about Jungkook. You met Namjoon before and immediately liked him, expressing to her that she and him were perfect together.
“You do this all the time when there’s other hybrids involved. You’re so jealous-”
“Territorial.” you corrected. “And that hare stinks! How old is he even?”
Yuna rolled her eyes. “He’s younger than me and Namjoon but-”
“Ugh, I hate kids.” you rolled your eyes. “No wonder.”
It wasn’t a lie. You hated a lot of things and sometimes, Yuna couldn’t understand why she adored you so much. You just didn’t like people you weren’t accustomed to. Oftentimes, you’d sit at the window and hiss just because if you saw children - even if they weren’t doing anything worthy of being hissed at.
‘You must want me to die alone.” Yuna crossed her arms. “You always do this with every person I date that owns a hybrid.”
“We all die alone. Do you expect to be buried with anyone?” you deadpan, yet you pout a bit. You didn’t want Yuna to feel as though you didn’t care about her. It was that hare you didn’t care about - coming into your home and sniffling as if he owned the air.
“I just really like Namjoon, Y/N…”
Your ears perk at the way Yuna’s voice drops.
“FIne.” you exhaled. It hurted you to say that. “But keep that hare out of my stuff…”
Accepting Yuna and Namjoon’s relationship meant accepting Jungkook. You had locked yourself in your room the first week before you came out. You have yet to witness Jungkook in his human form and vice versa. But that didn’t mean that you weren’t around one another.
Jungkook was overbearing, hopping around in your space. It didn’t matter how much you hissed or swiped at him, he followed.
There were times in which you enjoyed your peace and it was as if Jungkook was determined to ruin it. A month into living with him - and still neither of you had presented to one another outside of your hybrid forms - you were sitting at the window seal. You were soaking up the sun, eyes closed and purring with satisfaction. Your tail wagged back and forth and - You’re suddenly caught off guard by the sudden pressure on your side, prompting you to fall onto the hardwood floor. You land on your feet, but immediately are being pushed onto your side by a familiar being.
Yuna watched lazily as you and Jungkook - as cat and rabbit - begin to fight. Typically, it began with Jungkook, who has always been smitten by you since day 1, climbing onto you.
Today he was feeling extra perverse and he’d begun to hump you - an action that had caused you to attack him entirely. Your claws dig into his fur to shield him off and you’d hiss. The action is funny to watch a bunny hump onto a cat - but knowing that it was just you and Jungkook made it even funnier.
Namjoon didn’t find it funny, however, and you hadn’t seen Jungkook for a week after that. He had apologized profusely about Jungkook’s behavior to you - both in cat form and while in human for when you had stumbled out early in the morning one night to sneak food.
The first time you saw Jungkook in his human form, you were in complete shock. You were home alone. Yuna was at work and Namjoon had visited his parents for the evening for dinner. You only assumed Jungkook went with him.
Wrong.
Witnessing a tall man in your home had sent alarm bells in your head. He had sat at the dinner table, munching on an array of celery and carrots. His nose had twitched in a way that appeared oddly familiar.
“Jung…kook?” you had asked, voice so meek. You were literally cat-like, Jungkook thinks. The way you were completely still, watching him with wide alert eyes.
“Y/N?” Jungkook tilted his head, his eyes growing wide with wonder, as well.
You, flustered, had run away. You had called Yuna and asked her why in the world she didn’t tell you that Jungkook looked like that. She had laughed gleefully, stating that finally you were going to come around once you saw just what the man looked like.
The sexual tension is excruciating.
Not just for you and Jungkook, but for Yuna and Namjoon.
Jungkook hadn’t made it a secret that he found you attractive. He followed you around oftentimes when at home, no matter how bitchy you were.
Namjoon has always been attentive when it comes to Jungkook ruts. He had no problem with allowing Jungkook to do what he wanted - deal with it alone or have someone help him. But this wasn’t just his home anymore, so for Jungkook’s rut he had gotten him a hotel room that specializes in ruts and heats.
Against Jungkook’s best wishes to ask you to help him. He was upset and Namjoon had to drag him out of the home - but he wasn’t going to allow him to make you anymore uncomfortable.
Jungkook had gotten another cat hybrid to help him after nearly 45 minutes of searching.
Namjoon doesn’t believe Yuna when she tells him that you are just as infatuated with Jungkook as he is with you. You, however, are just bitchy. Simple. You would never admit that you find him attractive - but Yuna sometimes would find you sitting on the window seal in cat form watching as Jungkook works out outside. Or how when you all eat dinner together, your pupils would grow big watching Jungkook.
This is how Yuna finds you one weekend. You’re in distress and Yuna can hear you. She finds your small cat body on your bed, meowing. Your meow is so soft and laced with such need and yearning that she instantly knows what’s wrong.
“You’re in heat.” Yuna strokes a finger on your head, a giggle in her voice.
If you were in your normal state, you would’ve bit her for teasing you. But you’re in heat and thus, highly horny.
“Do you want me to ask Jungkook?”
That is not what you wanted at all. You didn’t want to see Jungkook’s naked body hovering above yours, those dark eyes staring intently at you as he fucks-
“Oh fuck.” you say, your naked body now against your bed. You roll around and scream into the sheets.
“You so want Jungkook.” Yuna squeals. She’s already texting Namjoon, stating that for the weekend, the both of them would need to book a hotel. You could have the home and be comfortable to enjoy your heat.
With Jungkook.
No interruptions.
“I…I can’t.” you murmur, clenching your thighs together. Everytime you think about it, it just causes your core to throb more and more.
“Why can’t you?” Yuna questions. “You want Jungkook. Jungkook wants you. You’re in heat so of course he’ll fuck the shit out of you-”
You groan - more like moan needily.
Yuna is gone within an hour and leaves you and Jungkook alone.
You’re determined, though. You aren’t going to fall into temptation.
Jungkook never makes anything easier for you, either.
You’re at the counter, cutting into your steak when you sense Jungkook behind you. Though Yuna nor Namjoon had told him why they were leaving for the weekend, he could sense something was different in the air.
Jungkook had watched you leave your room from down the hall and immediately noticed the sway in your hips. You smell different, too. More sweeter.
“Y/N.”
You don’t stop cutting into your steak, but your thighs do clench at the sound of Jungkook’s deep voice.
“Jungkook.” you respond.
Jungkook’s ear perks. Your voice is different; low in tone and a bit…breathy?
Jungkook licks his lips.
“Wanna watch a movie?”
You snort. “What movie?” you place your cut steak into a bowl and slowly turn around. You didn’t want to face him, but you had to.
Jungkook’s wearing grey sweatpants - red flag number one. They’re dangerously low around his waist. His tank top is tight and you’re positive that he had worked out earlier today.
“Whatever you want to watch, baby.” Jungkook licks his lips, tilting his head at you.
Red flag number two. Your stomach churns at the sight and immediately, your eyes flicker away. You clench the bowl in your hands. “I-I guess.”
You were in heat, it’s more obvious now.
Jungkook enjoys your banter. He adores the way you’d hiss at him with those hard eyes. You’d insult him and everything he loves - but that only turns Jungkook on.
Now, however, you were being - dare he say - submissive. You were nervous, your body warm. You’re shy and not meeting his eyes and you hadn’t stopped clenching your legs since you and he stepped into his bedroom. In any other circumstance, you wouldn’t have come to his room to watch any movie, but you did today.
You also hadn’t stopped trembling as you ate your steak.
You picked a random movie and sat on his bed, furthest away from Jungkook. You had nervously finished your steak and were watching the movie, but couldn’t focus on it. Your mind is occupied with the smell in Jungkook’s room; ivory and clean. It smelt so much like him that it was driving you crazy.
“You’ve been still for nearly 45 minutes now.”
Your head snaps to the sound of Jungkook’s voice and you swallow thickly. Your pupils, Jungkook notices, are large and round. He admires that just as he does when you’re in cat form.
“Is everything alright, kitty?”
Jungkook’s lip twitches upward. He’s smirking right at you - he knows. He can smell the sweet scent of your ripped pussy. Your leg is shaking with anticipation and if he’s correct, you’re screaming to be mounted right about now - and have been ever since you’ve gotten into heat.
Your mouth parts so you can let out a sigh.
“It hurts.” Jungkook states. He knows - he’s been through this. He isn’t sure how heats work for women, but he knows for men, ruts are unbearable. He’s constantly hard, his cock begging to be buried deep into something warm, tight and wet. “Doesn’t it, kitty?”
You nod your head, staring right at him with those pleading eyes.
“What do you want me to do for you?” Jungkook ponders. The television dances off of his face, casting a shadow that causes your heart to pump.
Your attraction for Jungkook is evident, even if you do hide it behind annoyance oftentimes. Now, you cannot hide the fact that your eyes wander to his arms. His biceps are so big and you always itch to feel them - bonus if it’s flexed. To his sweatpants. He’s seated leaning against his wall, completely relaxed in contrast to your uptight position. His legs are spreaded and his hand lights on his thigh lazily.
You speak before your mind can process what you’re saying. “I want you to fuck me.”
“Aww, kitty.” Jungkook sing-sons, but in mere seconds he’s on you. He tugs at your clothing, knowing you’re itching to get out of them. They’re too tight against your hot, sticky skin. “You’re gonna be a good girl for me, right?”
You nod your head as Jungkook pulls at your shorts and discards them, your soaked panties going along with them.
Your scent instantly fills his nostrils now that you’re naked. He groans, licking his lips with great satisfaction. “Smell so sweet, kitty. I know you taste even sweeter.”
“Please fuck me, Kook.” your back is against his warm sheets now and you’re pleading. You didn’t want to wait - you’ve been waiting all day. You weren’t strong enough to fight off the natural urges to be stuffed.
“You’re so needy.” Jungkook’s hands roam your now naked body. He’s been dying to sink his teeth onto your skin, run his tongue across it. He thought about burying his face between your legs and eating you until you were a shaking mess.
“Please, Kook.” you beg again, a hand grasping his tank top. “We have all weekend.”
How right you were.
Jungkook is tugging his sweatpants down, his cock immediately poking out. Pink, angry tip oozing with pre-cum that causes you to groan at how pretty it was. “Turn around. You’re such a begging whore, kitty.”
You compy, arching your back like the good whore he told you that you were. Your thighs break apart and widen, telling him that you were ready.
“You’re already dripping and I haven’t even fucked you yet.” Jungkook chuckles darkly, marveling at your glistening cunt.
You let out a sharp breath when Jungkook’s tip slides between your wet folds. Your pussy instantly clenches around nothing, your thighs quivering. Jungkook inhales sharply, your wet pussy throbbing so much that he can feel it.
“Please fuck me, Kook. I’ve been waiting so long.” you whimper. You wiggle a bit, hoping that you would feel him slide into you.
You begging for Jungkook’s cock sends him off. He enters you swiftly and in one go. You yelp out, pussy instantly clamping around his cock.
“Oh fuck, kitty.” Jungkook groaned, head leaned back. His hands instantly wrap onto your hips, his nails digging into your skin to keep you close.
Jungkook’s cock begins to pump, thrusting so deep that he hits in the very spot that you need him to. Your fingers dig into his sheets for comfort while your mouth is falling open to let such sensual moans.
You were a submissive little thing while in heat, Jungkook notes, fully allowing him to take control of your body. His hips rut, fucking his cock deeper and deeper into you. With each thrust, you’re growing louder, your pussy begging for more. He would have never thought he’d see the day this happens - he always took you as the more dominant type.
But, you were also a feline and maybe that has something to do with the way your heat is set up. Whatever it was, Jungkook was enjoying it. His eyes are fixed on the way your ass bounces against him, your pussy making such beautiful squelching sounds with each pump of his cock.
“You’re so pretty, kitty. You should see how good you looked being fucked.” Jungkook pants. You’re creaming on his cock entirely, a sight he never wants to forget.
“Feel’s s-s-so good.” you stutter, your eyes fluttering. Deep down, you hated being in this position. So vulnerable towards Jungkook, the man you’ve hated longer than you’ve liked him. But you were far too gone now in your heat and all you truly wanted was Jungkook.
What you did care about was the way Jungkook fucks you, slamming his cock in and out of you at such an alarming pace. You’ve heard about rabbit hybrids - how good fuckers they were. Their staminas rarely decreasing. You’ve never thought you’d experience one before.
There’s such filthy noises coming from Jungkook’s bedroom that you’re glad that Yuna and Namjoon aren’t home - you couldn’t bear doing the walk of shame back to your room.
“Gonna cum all over my cock already?” Jungkook chuckles darkly. He can feel the way you’re squeezing him, your back arching to feel even more of his cock. “Go ahead and cum, kitty, but I’m not done with your pussy just yet.”
Jungkook was a man of his word. You creamy cum coats his cock entirely as he sends you over the edge. Instead, he flips you onto your back and forces your legs apart. Witnessing your glistening pussy this way was another sight he has to save in his mind - in case he never gets to have you in this position again.
Jungkook leans down, both of his large hands engulfing your breast. He manages to capture both of your nipples into his mouth, suckling harshly onto them. You gasp, already going through such a great amount of overstimulation - but Jungkook doesn’t care.
Jungkook continues to suckle and smack onto your nipples, his tip rubbing against your throbbing clit. You had to admit the sight of him - so handsome and dominant - against you sends another wave of pleasure to fall through you.
“Kookie, please.” you gasp out.
Jungkook’s dark eyes flicker up at you. He pops your nipples from his lips, saliva coating them and leans back. He removes his tank top and throws it aside then goes towards his sweat pants and removes them as well.
Jungkook had already fucked you, but witnessing him naked just as much as you is a reminder that you and him are actually doing this - when you were done with your heat, this was going to be engrained in your mind forever.
Jungkook settles back between your legs. He grasps his cock and slaps it against your throbbing, wet clit. “What do you want, kitty?” he asks.
“I want your cock.” you respond as if on command. “Please fuck me, Kookie.”
Jungkook smirks. “These little nicknames you’ve never called me before are cute.” he says, rubbing his pink tip against your clit. “I’m used to you calling me such harsher names.”
“I’m sorry.” you pout.
Jungkook licks his lips. The Y/N he knew would never apologize - you were truly fucked out.
“It’s okay, kitty. You know I love it.”
Jungkook begins to enter you. His large hand places itself right onto your stomach to keep you in place. He starts slowly, inching deeper and deeper into you. You’re watching just as intently as he is when his cock fully enters you.
Then, without warning, Jungkook’s hips begin to snap aggressively. He pounds in and out of you, his hand on your stomach forcing you to stay in place. You were a moaning, squealing mess in less than a minute. The room echoes with wet skin slapping, groans and squeals - the movie now just background noise that neither of you care about.
Feeling Jungkook raw like this in this position was amazing - you felt every throbbing vein of his cock, every curve as it pumps in and out of you.
“Kitty…” Jungkook groans, his eyes watching the way your face is drawn with such pleasure. “...I’ve wanted to feel your pussy around me for so long now.”
Jungkook is never going to make things easier for you. His hair is stuck to his forehead due to the beads of sweat. His eyes are dark with lust and it doesn’t help how completely fit he was - how you’ve managed this long without jumping his bones was astonishing even to you.
“I’ve wanted you when I was in rut but Joon forced me away.” Jungkook’s hips snap even harder now at the memory. He could smell you from just down the hall, his cock hard. “I had to fuck another cat hybrid, but she wasn’t you.”
Jungkook’s hand was going to bruise your stomach with how tight he was holding you, but he doesn’t care - and neither do you. All you cared about was how delicious his cock felt slamming into you - how disrespectful it may look from the outside looking in.
“Your pussy’s so tight and ready to be bred. I haven’t even came in you yet, kitty.” Jungkook chuckles darkly. He should’ve asked if you were on any forms of protection, but he has an idea that you aren’t. From what he’s heard from Namjoon, you don’t typically warm up to outsiders; especially men.
Maybe it makes it even more special that you’ve managed to warm up to Jungkook. Still, he’d just pull out of you when the time comes.
Jungkook’s hand slides down just enough so his thumb could twirl onto your already overstimulated clit. He watches the way your thigh quivers and you begin to squirm beneath him.
“Feel’s good, kitty?”
“Yes…!” you huff out.
“You’re already so close again, kitty.” Jungkook chuckles smugly. “Such a greedy pussy you have.”
You’re whining now, your pussy drenching not only your thighs and Jungkook’s cock, but his sheet. He doesn’t mind it in the slightest - this was just the beginning of your heat. This was the most intense.
“Wanna feel you cum in me.”
Such perverted words - Jungkook groans. You were so far out of it that he wasn’t going to acknowledge what you said. The point of the heats was for you to be bred - but he wasn’t going to do that. He couldn’t, right?
No.
Jungkook continues to pump his cock into you, his thumb twirling even harsher now. Your back is arched slightly, your pussy clenching his cock so tightly and before he knows it, his abdomen is being drenched.
“Oh fuck,” Jungkook gasps, the sight of your squirting pussy sends him completely over the edge that he’s cumming right in you without realizing. He attempts to pull out of you, but he’s too slow. Your legs somehow find a way to wrap around his waist and you allow the warm cum to stuff you just like you wanted.
Most of your days consisted of the same routine.
After the sex, you and Jungkook would rest. You stayed in his room and he hadn’t minded in the slightest, holding you close against him.
When you awoke, you were hungry. Jungkook enjoys watching you eat, even if you were devouring meat while he stuck to his fruits and vegetables. He likes the way your teeth sinks into the bloodied steak, your tongue licking your lips to savor the taste.
After eating, you’d fuck each others brains out. It was therapeutic, really, the amount of positions Jungkook has had you in in such a short amount of time.
Jungkook has fucked you in front of his mirror, showing you just how good you looked when you were fucked out and begging for more. He’s had you against the wall, your legs wrapping tightly around him so he didn’t have a choice but to milk your walls with more of his seed - you’re too far into your heat to give a fuck about the consequences.
Currently, Jungkook’s head is bobbing back and forth. He’s on his knees at the edge of the bed, left hand gripping your thigh while his right is firmly gripping your ass. His tongue flickers past your clit greedily, those sinful moans music to his ears.
Jungkook finds that he simply cannot get enough of you - not your scent or your taste. Whenever you’re ready for another round, so is he.
“Slow down” you grumble softly, but your hand gripping his hair says differently. So do your hips that slowly begin to grind against his warm tongue.
“You sure?” Jungkook questions smugly, flickering his eyes up. His right hand slides from your ass to tap against your clenching and unclenching hole. “You’re making a mess all over me, kitty.”
Jungkook watches your reaction just as his fingers enter you. Your already wet pussy continues to drip all over him, begging to be bred and used for his enjoyment - like it has since the beginning. His curls curl just a bit as he pumps them in and out of you, marveling at how wet you get with each thrust.
Your teeth are sinked down against your lips, drawing a bit of blood. You weren’t trying to be quiet - there wasn’t a point in it. The pleasure of Jungkook’s fingers were just highly overwhelming. Your pussy’s squelching loudly and the noise dances off his bedroom walls - when this was all over, you promised him that you’d clean his room top to bottom.
“You have such a pretty pussy, kitty.” Jungkook grunts, pressing a firm kiss on your clit. “I want you to cum all over me again.
You’ve heard this all before from him, but each time you do, it causes you to whimper. Jungkook’s voice just does something to you - the way he speaks so calmly, but with such authority. His beautiful face and dark eyes that look right at you, rosy lips that often smirks when you’re moaning because he knows he’s fucking you good.
Jungkook connects his lips back onto your already throbbing clit, his tongue devouring instantly. He rolls it harshly, groaning along as his fingers thrust in and out.
In and out - in and out.
Your thighs are shaking, your hands continuing to grip at his dark hair. Your head falls back against the pillows and you let out a long moan.
You ponder how things were going to go back to normal between you and Jungkook. How could you pretend to hate him when you’ve been fucked too good by him - a bunny hybrid. His ego was going to go through the roof now and Yuna and Namjoon would know just how amazing he was.
Fuck.
You were cumming, Jungkooks warm tongue twirling around your sensitive bud effortlessly. You were beginning to hate him again with how amazing he was with his cock, tongue and fingers - it just wasn’t fair how all of this could be tied to one annoying man.
Jungkook knows you well enough that you want his cock next. He pushes himself up and forces your legs to your shoulders. You're so wet that his cock slides right into you, your arousal seeping out with each inch of his cock.
Jungkook doesn’t hesitate - and you don’t want him to. He slides out of you until his tip is still inside and then slams right back in, hitting your sweet spot.
Your lips part to let out a strangled moan. Jungkook does it again and again, slamming his cock in and out of your sweet pussy, wet skin slapping against one another. Jungkook’s balls, full of enough cum to give you more and more just how you like, slam against your ass with each thrust. Your breasts bounce right in his line of view and Jungkook imagines how good they’d look swelled up with milk.
Jungkook groans. It was natural for him to want to breed - even if it was with a person of a different species. The babies would be either or - feline or hare; the feline trait was the dominant trait of the two. It was at this moment he hadn’t thought about the consequences of doing this without any protection, his natural instincts kicking in.
“You’d look so pretty round with kits.” Jungkook groans, his eyes drifting to your stomach. “Or kittens - whatever they’d be.”
Your pussy clenches at the thought, your heat clouding your mind from sanity. You only thought about his pumping cock milking your walls with his seed again - and again and again until your stomach is round.
“Your tits would grow bigger for our kits. Full of milk…” Jungkook cannot help it anymore. He leans down to wrap his tongue around your nipple, imagining the way they’d taste if they were full of milk.
Your sights are blurry. It was all too much - Jungkook’s dirty words with his pumping cock and now his tongue suckling onto your breast as if his life depended on it. You were cumming again with each sloppy thrust of Jungkook’s hips sending you deeper and deeper over the edge.
“Fuck you’re so pretty when you come, kitty.” Jungkook groans, popping your nipple from his wet lips.
“‘wanna feel you cum in me, Kookie.” you beg, thighs already shaking.
Of course you did, Jungkook thinks. You wanted his cum from the very beginning and who was he to not give it to you? You were such a good girl when you were in heat, completely different from your usually bitchy self that he adored that he couldn’t help but give you whatever you asked for.
Jungkook cums, his legs shaking and eyes snapping shut. His breathing is intense as cum seeps into you.
Your eyes are heavy, your pussy clenching and unclenching every so often to take in all of Jungkook’s warm cum.
“You’re going to be so pissed when you’re off of your heat, kitty.” Jungkook murmurs, still cumming into your warm cunt.
Synopsis: just Yoongi dying his hair mint, with a hint of heartbreak.
Angst.
Yoongi x fem Reader(reader)
A/n: this is a drabble in honour of mint Yoongi cause of the return of blonde Jimin. I'm not crying you are... its inspired by back to black by Amy Winehouse
Mint wasn’t just a colour to him. It was an identity. A moment in his life he could look back on and think, “Damn, I love my life.” A reminder of how good life can be and how free he could feel. Mint was the cold air in his lungs on a night out with his boys. It was the sound of old classics booming from the speaker of his rented Elantra, back when he couldn’t afford the car. And at one point...
Mint was you.
The reason he got up in the morning and cared to make himself look presentable.
He never smoked when he was with you or about to see you cause he was thought of you as a fresh pair of lungs, that he couldn't dare contaminate. That was until you offered him a cigarette. He knew he loved you before then, but that moment sealed it for him.
You were mint. His. Until you were not.
When things first started to go bad, his hair was as dark as night. And ever since then, he’s believed life was only good when he was mint.
So, a year later, what could be worse than going back?
Unfortunately, the first time he went mint, it was an accident. He was trying to go darker but was too impatient to let the colour marinate. To add on, he rinsed with hot water in the shower, only making the colour bleed more and fade faster. He knows now that it was the best mistake of his life, Cause it led to things like meeting you.
He doesn’t know how he’s going to go back there now. He had no thought to note down the procedure back then. An inaction he now regrets.
His hair being so dark now, he knows he’s going to have to go through a few rounds of bleach. God, he hopes his hair doesn’t fall out.
The black strips from his strands stronger than he thought, so he only needs a second round.
Afterward, the bleach leaves hints of yellow. Trails of cowardice.
When was the last time he dyed his hair? Did his hair always bleach this yellow?
He never bothered with gloves; for all he cares, the chemicals can burn the DNA off his fingertips. The same fingertips that traced you and will never forget the feeling. Yes, let the chemicals burn off the memori—on a second note.
He scrubs the bleach off his hands a little too aggressively. Water rinses it off and cools his once-burning hands. Not the memories of your touch, maybe something else.
If only you knew how much he’s thought of you. Do you think of him? You were the best thing mint brought him, and he knows there's nothing better that going back now could bring him.
Yoongi believes it’s going to bring him healing, peace like he’s longed for, or at least the ability to enjoy the nights out and cigarettes. But everything reminds him of you, and if you’re not here, there’s not much to enjoy. He knows he's a coward. Too yellow to be what you wanted.
Toner should fix that. It’s meant to take out the yellow. Can it? There’s only so much hair products can do for him. The rest is his responsibility.
When he rinses his hair, it’s platinum. A perfect canvas for any other colour. Maybe that’s what he should do—another colour. But when he turns to look at his already messy bathroom counter, the only colours he has are the colours of mint.
It’s finally that moment. Time to face the past and accept the future. This is a good thing. Mint has been the colour of his prime. Some people associate colours like yellow with happiness. But for Yoongi, the colour of everything positive he’s experienced or could ever experience is mint.
So, this is a good thing. Good things are going to happen after this.
The colour is on, and there’s no going back. Colour fully on and sleeked back, he can’t do much but stare at himself in the mirror.
This is a good thing.
The bathroom door opens sharply, but he doesn’t flinch—not present enough to.
“Bro, are you almost done?” Hoseok says, peeking into the bathroom. For a second, he pauses when he notices the colour; but he knows how Yoongi doesn’t like to talk about it, so he doesn’t ask. “Told you not to dye your hair before we left, dude.”
Yoongi doesn’t tear his eyes off the colour, counting the seconds in his mind so that he’s not one off. “I’m almost done.” He grumbles.
“Couldn’t it wait? We’re gonna be late.”
No, it couldn’t wait.
Any second now, he thinks.
Hoseok leaves, and soon hot water hisses from the shower and burns Yoongi's scalp. He doesn't move. He sees it as a part of the ritual for the perfect mint. It’s just part of the process. A sacrifice he has to make.
“You okay?” Hoseok asks as Yoongi pulls into the underground parking lot and parks in between two cars.
Eyes out the window, he stares at the car next to his side. Windows tinted. He doesn’t know why he looks there; but he uses the vehicle as a thinking canvas. Water still drips down his face; seeing that the younger was in such a hurry he didn't have the time to dry it. Some droplets clear and some droplets tinted green.
“I’m okay.”
Hoseok nods not bothering to ask further. He has his hand on the door to get out, but before he does, he says, “Hair looks good. Missed that colour on you.”
Yoongi only smiles when he’s left alone in the car. That’s the first time Hoseok’s complimented him in a while.
It’s already begun.
When he can finally get himself out of the car and into the parking lot, crickets sing. Is this the boring-ass party Hoseok wanted him to come to so desperately? Heaven knows why he even comes to these.
The car beeps shut, and just as he’s about to walk away, the car next to him opens its doors. Hmph, the thought no one was in there. He has no clue why his feet falter at the sound.
But when he hears the voice that says his name, he knows why the world suddenly feels like it’s just frozen.
“Yoongi,” you call out, shocked to see him.
He tells himself it’s a dream; it’s not possible. There’s no way in hell you can be at the same party in another city that—he turns to face you and is met with a smile. You only say one thing after that, something small to the naked eye but wrecks him.
notes; inspired by this prompt by @writing-challenges-and-prompts. Big thanks to my beta reader friend @werezmastarbucks <3 yall better enjoy this because i stayed up on till 4am for this on my work days.
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“One million.”
Taeki's eyes flew open. “What?”
Yoongi slouched behind his mahogany desk, absently tapped a fountain pen on the polished wood. His voice flat, almost bored, as if the question wasn't worth repeating. “Taeki, your girlfriend. I'm asking if she's worth one million dollars to you.”
“Excuse me?” A laugh cracked Taeki's throat. “What kind of question is that?”
“Five hundred thousand,” Yoongi murmured, spiraling the pen with slow precision.” You have been avoiding me.”
“I just…things got complicated. I need a little more—”
“Time?” Yoongi interrupted, raising his brow. “Didn't you get paid last week?”
“Well—” Taeki hesitated, chewing the inside of his cheek. “I did, but it's an extra one.”
“Taeki, quit fucking around with me.” Yoongi stayed calm—deadly calm. “You said that last week. And the week before.” He leaned forward, elbows on the desk. “You had time. Now you have a problem.”
“You'll get your money.”
“Will I?” Yoongi tilted his head, studying him with sharp eyes. “Or is Y/N the one paying again?”
“What does she have to do with this?”
Yoongi's gaze sharpened. “One million. For Y/N.”
“You're insane.”
“Two million.” Yoongi pulled a cigarette from his jacket, lighting it with a flick that sent embers dancing. Yoongi was the kind of man who didn’t need to raise his voice to command a room. When he called, you came. That was the unspoken rule.
Taeki bit the dry skin of his lip, foot tapping the polished floor. “Must be nice, being so fucking rich you think you can buy someone's girlfriend.”
“Name your price.”
“Shit, you're all kinds of messed up in the head, aren't you?” Taeki scoffed.
Yoongi's men loomed silent behind Taeki, ready to move at the smallest flick of his hand. Yoongi's gaze pierced him, challenging Taeki to dehumanize himself. His fingers tapped against his jaw, rushing him for an answer.
Taeki blurted out the highest, most ridiculous number he could think of to shut him up. “Ten million. Happy?”
Yoongi’s smile curled, a razor-thin slash across his scarred face, eyes glinting like shattered glass. “Deal.”
“Huh?”
The desk drawer slid open. Inside: a sheet of paper waiting for this very moment. Yoongi scribbled numbers in indigo ink and slid the paper across the desk.
$10,000,000
Taeki’s throat dried, venom of the smile choking him.
That was more money than he would ever see in his worthless life. More than his debts, more than rent, more than her two shitty jobs could ever touch.
Ten million meant freedom. Cars. A mansion. No more loan sharks.
All for a signature.
“Why her?” Taeki broke. “You could have anyone.”
“Yeah,” Yoongi hummed, exhaling smoke towards the ceiling. “And I want her. She's loyal, Taeki. Stays with a loser like you.”
“But…she's not…she's not even the prettiest—”
“She saved me once,” Yoongi said. “No questions. Just a glass of water and that smile.” Yoongi flicked the cigarette, embers like dying stars on the desk. “It’s worth more than the paper you’ll never pay me with.” He took a slow drag of his cigarette. “But you wouldn’t understand. Not with that shallow mind of yours.”
The bar was a shithole, all chipped wood and flickering neon, reeking of spilled beer—the kind of place Yoongi never visited. But there he was, slumped on a stool, forehead pressed to the sticky bar counter. Waiting for his end.
He drank to silence the paranoia and intrusive thoughts. He was sold out—by a man he considered closer than his biological brother. A tip to a rival crew, a raid that cost eight lives—almost Yoongi’s. His carefully crafted empire was crumbling.
The bar spun—a carousel of faces he didn’t trust, eyes he knew were watching him. Scheming.
Too much liquor, too many pills, too many voices in his head that wouldn’t shut up.
End it now. They know. You’re already dead—a walking corpse.
The tips of his fingers grazed the pill bottle in his pocket. One more and the voices might stop.
One more, and he might stop.
“Hey. Drink this.”
A glass of water was set beside him, ice clinking softy. Yoongi’s head snapped up, eyes wild, bloodshot. He couldn’t tell if he was already dead—a soft halo shimmered around a female figure, gold and white, like something sacred. His breath caught.
An angel.
Was she sent to lead him down to hell?
He cleared his raw throat. “What?”
“Water,” she said, nudging the glass closer. “You’re going to throw up if you keep going like this.”
Yoongi stared, words failing. She smiled, and God, he had never seen a smile so genuine—so pure, clean of deception. With shaking hands he lifted the glass up and drank, the cool water flushing the whiskey’s burn down his throat. It was just water. But to him, it was everything—his head cleared, voices shrinking to a low hum.
“You good?” She asked.
“Fine,” an obvious lie, but she didn’t push—just nodded and turned back to wiping wine glasses, humming faintly.
The voices stayed quiet. He watched her, memorizing—every move, every strand of hair, every sound. Her name tag glinted under the neon: Y/N. He mouthed it, the sound holy on his tongue.
The whiskey bottle sat untouched for the rest of the night. He didn’t take the pills. He didn’t need them now. Not with her. To her—he was just another pathetic drunk man. She was his angel—sent to pull him from the abyss.
If I wake up tomorrow, we are meant to be. He promised himself.
Yoongi left before dawn, her smile burned into his mind. He’d find her again. Keep her. He'd trace her shifts, her routes, her life, build a shrine to her in his mind.
Because if she could silence the noise once, she could do it forever.
Taeki’s stomach turned.
Did he love her, or was she just the only one foolish enough to stay? She wasn’t even that pretty. Cellulite. Stretch marks. Annoying. Chewed with her mouth open. Clingy. Couldn’t cook.
Worth ten million?
“What about her family? Someone will report this.”
“Her family? She hasn’t called them in months. You didn’t know that?”
“You bastard—” Taeki rose from his seat, about to lunge himself at Yoongi before a muscular arm stopped him. “You’re sick! I’m not doing this!”
Click.
“I wasn’t asking.”
A barrel of a glock rammed into his cheek. Frigid and slick from gun oil. Spit pooled in Taeki’s mouth, as his body screams to flinch but freezes under the muzzle’s cold command.
Ironically, he knew Y/N would be safer with Yoongi. With Yoongi she wouldn’t have to worry about loan sharks threatening to murder her. She would be untouchable, Yoongi would protect her from everyone but himself. She wouldn’t have to work ever again. She would have everything. It was better for the both of them. Right?
Besides, ten million was ten million.
He forced the words from his throat, “Give me the pen.”
Yoongi tossed it. “Smart boy.”
Taeki pressed hard, the nib scratching the paper. The pen felt a knife in Taeki’s hand, ink flowing like blood. “She’ll hate you for this.” Taeki muttered, the signature carving into his soul.
“Whatever anger she has for me will pass. But for you.” Yoongi slid a black credit card across the desk with an icy grin. “She’ll never forgive you.”
Later at home, Y/N hummed as she flipped a burnt pancake, flour dusting her knuckles. When Taeki stepped inside, she was already calling from the kitchen.
“Baby?” It carried warmth she’d fought to keep alive, despite the late nights he stumbled in smelling like cheap soju and excuses.
Taeki kicked off his shoes. “Yeah…I’m home.”
“Late like always.” Y/N turned the stove off and rinsed her hands in the sink. She emerged from the kitchen, her white t-shirt stained with cooking oil. Her hair was tied up into a ball of knots, some greasy strands falling onto her cheeks. “Don’t tell me it’s those loan sharks.”
Her arms wrapped around his neck, lips brushing his in a kiss. Taeki instinctively gripped her waist; the other hand clutched the paper that sold her.
“Rough day?” Y/N teasingly tugged at his collar. His silence stung, but she pushed it down—she was used to his moods, the way he’d shut her out when the world pressed too hard.
“No. Just…long.”
Her knuckles caressed his cheek. “Oh, my poor baby.” Leaning in, her lips brushed his jaw, smile turning sly. “Maybe I can help?”
She intertwined her fingers with Taeki's, pulling him into their small living room with a gentle tug. Pushing him down onto the worn-out couch, she sank to her knees in front of him, ignoring the bite of the cheap carpet against her skin.
“Wait, you don't have to—” Her pout silenced him, her cheek resting on his thigh like a plea.
“My boyfriend has been working sooo hard.” Y/N looked up, eyes shimmering with unspoken need. “I want to make you feel good.” Her hand slid over his crotch, nails scraping lightly though his pants, which made him harden despite the guilt clawing at his chest.
He should have been lost in her already. He should have wanted her. But her adoring gaze twisted like a knife—he traded it for ten million.
Fingers unbuckled his pants, sliding into his boxers to trace veins with her thumb—soft, teasing circles that drew him harder. Taeki swallowed, his heart racing not with desire, but with fear, guilt, and anticipation. Her warm breath ghosted over the tip, making it twitch.
“Cute,” Y/N giggled, the sound like a forgotten melody, her tongue pressed under his tip, lifting it with a slow, languid stroke. She focused on his reactions, her tongue swirling in lazy patterns, searching for the spark they'd lost to his endless excuses and gambling. Taeki threw his head back with a groan, eyelids squeezing shut as her saliva coated him, warm and slick, pulling him deeper into the haze. When he managed to look down again, her lips stretched vulgarly around his cock, half-lidded eyes staring up at him.
“Oh shit—” Taeki cursed, thighs tensing as he watched her reflection in the TV behind her.
Tears clung to her lashes, not from the depth, but from her effort. Sinking lower, his tip brushed her throat, forcing a gagging sound—disgusting, arousing.
“Fuck, I don't deserve you,” Taeki panted, the truth spilling out. “Too good for me.”
Gasping, but still smiling, she pulled back, lips swollen, shiny, a string of saliva connecting them like a fragile thread. She didn’t know it wasn't just lust talk.
She's loyal, Taeki.
In that moment, he saw her—really saw her—and the self-loathing crashed in. Y/N stayed through every fuck-up, every failed investment in a new crypto that deepened his debts. Once, he’d sold his watch to pay her rent, promising better days.
He loved everything: her smile that chased away shadows, worth every overtime shift; tracing her stretch marks like constellations after lovemaking; her legs wrapping around him, pulling him close in drunken clinginess; her weary efforts to cook after exhausting days.
God. He had just sold her.
Her mouth wrapped around his cock again, the heat enveloping him like a forbidden embrace. She guided his hand to her head, urging him to take control, to claim her as she yearned to be claimed. But he couldn't. Instead of giving in, he pushed her off gently, the lost heat leaving him exposed.
“S-Stop.” Taeki’s chest heaved.
He couldn’t cum down her throat. Not when he had just betrayed her.
“What's wrong?” She choked, her heart sinking as she wiped her mouth from humiliation.
“Nothing. Just…stress.” He smeared the sweat on his forehead with the back of his hand, leaning back onto the couch.
Her brows furrowed. “No, it's not.” Straightening her back, Y/N pressed, “Did I mess up? Was it bad?”
“What?” Taeki exhaled, brushing his sweaty hair back. “God, no, stop. You're fine.”
Silence. Her gaze stung as if he'd slapped her.
“You don't want me anymore, do you?” Her voice cracked, raw with the fear she'd buried for months.
Before he could answer, a sharp knock broke the tension. Taeki shot up, zipping his pants. He rushed to the door before his girlfriend could react. From the peephole, he saw Yoongi’s silhouette flanked by three hulking figures. Cold dread raced up his spine. He cracked the door open .
“Deal’s off.”
Yoongi's laugh was low and mocking, eyes gleaming with amusement. “You don’t back out of my deals, kid.”
Taeki shoved the credit card into Yoongi’s chest, hand quivering. He knew. He knew there was no reasoning with a man like this. “I don't care. She’s not yours.”
“Taeki, what’s going on?” Y/N peeked over his shoulder, arms crossed, gut twisting at the silhouettes. Taeki’s debts were bad, but these men weren't just loan sharks. They reeked of something worse.
Yoongi’s gaze slid to her, predatory and possessive, like he'd already claimed his prize. “Oh, your man didn’t tell you?” He stepped forward, ignoring Taeki.
“Don't touch her!” Taeki lunged, only for a thug to slam him back inside against a wall, a fist slamming into his ribs with a sickening thud.
“Taeki!” Y/N shrieked. Yoongi held her steady as Taeki slumped to the floor. “Let me go!”
“Your man sold you for pocket change, angel.” Yoongi dangled the black card in front of her face, voice dripping with false pity.
“What?” Her gaze flicked to Taeki, searching for lies.
“Shut up!” Taeki roared, desperation bleeding as he thrashed against the grip that held him. “Baby, don’t listen—”
Yoongi leaned close, warm cigarette breath grazing her cheek. With his thumb, he wiped the saliva off her chin. “Ten million for my perfect girl. He signed without blinking.”
That’s when she recognized him…the man who almost threw up all over her bar. Back then, he looked like a homeless guy dressed up as a businessman—tie undone, blazer soaked in alcohol, hair sweaty—now, he was collected, fresh. No longer sounding like his vocal cords were about to break—his voice was warm, smooth, reassuring. Liquorice hair neatly styled—brushed back to expose his forehead and to show off the scar going down his right cheek.
Yoongi’s smirk was calm, confident. “Relax. She’s safe with me. Safer than she is with you.”
Taeki’s blood boiled. “Safer? You think you can just…own her?”
“She’s mine to protect,” Yoongi replied, like it was a fact of life. “You made your choice.”
Her tears mixed with fury, betrayal slicing sharper than any knife. She pushed Yoongi away, hands trembling. “What are you talking about? Sold me?” Her voice shook, but her eyes burned, daring him to repeat it.
Taeki choked on blood and guilt. “Baby, I’m sorry—I didn't mean—”
Another blow silenced him, bone crunching. A picture of Y/N and Taeki fell off the wall, glass shattering.
“Stop hitting him!” Y/N shoved her fists at Yoongi’s chest. She hated Taeki for what he'd done, but she hated this man even more for twisting it into his game.
Yoongi caught her wrist, thumb brushing her pulse. “Still loyal?”
“You think cash makes you a god?!” Y/N spat through tears, struggling in his grip; every muscle screaming freedom.
Yoongi's lips curled, the smoke of his last cigarette lingering like Taeki's empty promises. “You’re an angel, even now, when your boyfriend has just betrayed you.” He murmured, caressing her cheek, offering twisted comfort Taeki never could.
For a moment, she paused, staring into his triangular eyes. Yoongi swore he saw love in hers; Y/N saw only a dark mahogany void, a man who thought that he could own her soul.
The moment shattered. Y/N kicked his ankle. She thrashed in his arms like a feral kitten. But he could tame her; all she needed was a bit of food and love. Soon, he would make her purr in his lap, he was sure of that.
She bit his hand, her teeth sinking deep. Yoongi yelped, releasing her. “Fuck—” he hissed, rubbing the mark. “Enough fun. Get her to the car. Gently.” Yoongi nodded to his men.
A cloth was shoved into her mouth to muffle her screams. She’d fight until her last breath—not for Taeki, but for herself.
As they dragged her out, Yoongi squatted by Taeki. Taeki looked like a fish drying on the sand, lips opening but nothing coming out of them. Yoongi patted his cheek with a mocking pity.
“Pathetic.” He scoffed, “You couldn't even save her from yourself, dog.”
The car door slammed, Y/N's muffled screams echoed inside Taeki's skull.
Yoongi touched his bite mark, smiling.
Charcoal walls, dark wood, a modern lounge couch by a massive window. Golden LEDs bathed the space in a warm glow, mocking the cold reality she was set in. Y/N sat on the edge of a bed on a raised platform, linen sheets cold against her thighs, wrists bound behind her back with black ribbon. Next to her, on the bed’s platform—a gun, tempting. She tested the ribbon's knot, heart pounding—could she slip free? Or was this another test from a man who bought lives like cigarettes?
Yoongi walked inside the bedroom. His suit jacket hung casually over one arm, sleeves rolled up, revealing strong forearms. His eyes softened just slightly as they met hers, but the heat of his presence left no room for comfort.
“Shh, angel,” he stepped closer, fingers tracing her jaw—she jerked away. “No more fighting. You’re home now.” Yoongi removed the cloth from her mouth.
She spat in his face, saliva dripping down his brow. “You’re delusional. I’ll never be yours.”
For a few seconds, Yoongi only blinked at her, taken aback by her resistance. Then he chuckled, shoulders laughing with him. But she could hear the nervous crack in his voice. He wiped her spit off with a sleeve of his shirt, apparently unfazed. The mattress dipped as Yoongi sat, pulling her onto his lap. “You already are.” Hands slid under her shirt, caressing her bare stomach. “See? Perfect.”
Her muscles tensed under his palms. “Relax, you’re safe.” He said, smooth, calm, but undeniably authoritative. “No one’s going to hurt you here.”
Y/N bristled, pulling back. “Safe?” she spat. “With you?” Her wrists rested on her lower back, arms straining, shoulder blades grinding against each other.
“You’re more fragile than you know,” Yoongi replied. “But I won’t let anyone else break you. Not him, not your so-called friends. Only me.”
She twisted, but his grip on her waist tightened, holding her firm. “Get off me,” she hissed, shaking with rage, hatred, fear, exhaustion.
Yoongi tilted his head, as if weighing her words. “I can, but would you really be safe out there? Or would someone like Taeki drag you back into danger?”
Y/N’s jaw clenched. “You don’t get to decide that.”
“You don’t understand,” His lips brushed her neck, short kisses trailing to her shoulder, sending shivers she fought to hold back. The scent of his perfume—spicy, vanilla, tobacco—made her stomach lurch. “I’ve seen what the world does to people like you. You saved me once… I can’t forget that. I can’t let it happen again. Not to you.”
“This is insane. You’re insane!” She wanted to run. But the apartment, the way his presence filled it, made her hesitate. She couldn’t ignore the truth: Yoongi was powerful, cunning and deeply deranged.
“That night, I was ready to die, drowning in alcohol and despair.” His kisses moved to her collarbone. “Your smile kept me alive.”
“It was pity. Nothing more.”
“Pity?” Yoongi’s laugh vibrated against her. “No, it was fate.” He sucked faint marks on her collarbone. “You saved me. Now I'm saving you—from him and your pathetic attempts at romance.”
Her breath hitched, his long hair tickling her skin like a traitor’s caress. “You’re nothing to me,” but her body ached, chasing the warmth that Taeki never gave.
“If you behave,” he whispered, thick and sweet like syrup, lips brushing her ear. “He walks away alive.”
Y/N wanted to scream that she didn't care, that Taeki could rot in hell. She pictured Taeki curling down onto the floor, throwing up while Yoongi’s men tortured him to death. The thought of blood staining her hands—of a life ended because of her—choked her.
“For once, let someone actually look after you.” Yoongi reached behind her, pulling on the ribbon, freeing her wrists. The strain in her shoulders gone, replaced with a tension in her lower stomach.
He peeled her shirt off. Carefully laid her down, her bare back pressing against the icy sheets, the fabric a stark contrast to the heat radiating from Yoongi's body as he hovered over her.
“You silenced the voices once — let me worship you, or they'll consume us both.” Yoongi breathed, drawing a map down her chest with his tongue. A glistening path that cooled in the air. One hand cupped her breast, long fingers kneading softly, thumb circling her nipple until it peaked.
“Worship?” She breathed, “You think this is worship? You’re just a sick bastard playing God.”
“Maybe I am.” He hummed, “But you’re the cure. You feel it too, don’t you? This is where you belong.” His tongue flicked out, a single, deliberate stroke. Y/N jerked, involuntarily, a gasp escaping before she could choke it back.
If she fought, would he shatter? Would the gun by the bed find her? Or him? Was it a test? She'd given him water, nothing more—she wasn't paid to play the therapist with those drunk men. But he'd seen her as a glowing savior, the neon lights twisting his drugged mind.
Yoongi's tongue traced the outline of her areola, his saliva drying cold on her skin. She bit her lip to stifle the gasp, her hands—now free—clenching into fists at her sides, nails digging into her palms. His lips wrapped around her hardening nipple, giving it a short suck—gently pulling on it. Y/N's back arched, pressing her breast against Yoongi's mouth. His fingers ghosted down her spine, a faint touch that made her shiver.
This is wrong, she thought. But his touch was so different from Taeki's—he wasn't just kissing her, he was devouring her—like she was his sacramental wine.
Yoongi’s hand slipped lower, fingers hooking into the waistband of her leggings, tugging them down. His hands trembled; he needed her to validate his fantasy.
Taeki touched her like she was a masterpiece, but he wasn’t into art.
Yoongi was the refined connoisseur.
There, between her legs, she had a man who could make murder look like mercy—begging to please her. Yoongi laid down, his arms wrapping around her thighs while he nipped her skin. Blood dribbled from her lip, a self-punishment for failing her morals. The tip of his nose pressed against her underwear, he dragged the bridge of his nose through her clothed folds, stopping at the top above her clit. Y/N could feel his heated breath clinging to the wet spot on her panties.
“Fuck, angel, look at you.” Yoongi rasped, a grin forming on his face. “Still going to act like you hate it?”
“Stop calling me t—that.”
His smile widened, eyes glinting with amusement and hunger. “Angel fits you too well.” He purred, lips brushing the damp fabric. Yoongi inhaled deeply, savoring her scent—the intimacy of it made her knees close. “You were sent to rescue me.”
Y/N’s nails dug deeper into her palms, her naked breasts moving with each inhale she took. “I’m not your fucking angel,” She kicked, aiming for his shoulder, but Yoongi caught her ankle with ease.
“Careful,” he murmured, pinning her leg down with one hand while the other traced lazy circles on her inner thigh. His touch was featherlight, teasing, a contrast to the menace in his eyes. “You would rather not make this harder than it needs to be.”
The gun glinted in her peripheral vision, taunting her with its closeness. One lunge, one moment of distraction, and she could end this. But his men were outside—she’d heard their boots in the hall. Even if she reached it, would she make it out alive?
She’d survived Taeki’s lies, her family’s absence—she’d survive this, too, and make Yoongi pay.
Yoongi’s fingers hooked under the edge of her panties, tugging them aside. “You’re fighting yourself, not me.” His nose brushed over her pubic bone.
“Fuck you,” Y/N spat with the heat pooling between her legs. His arms tightened around her thighs. Lips closed over her clit with a soft, sucking pressure.
Yoongi chuckled against her; he licked again, slower, dragging his tongue through her folds, savoring every twitch of her body. Y/N’s ankles hooked around his waist. He pulled back, eyes locked on hers, daring her to push him away. Her thighs trembled, torn between clamping shut and opening wider. He spat onto her clit before drowning in her again. It made her stomach twist—she couldn’t tell if more from disgust or desire. Her hand dropped on top of Yoongi’s head, her fingers raking through his, suprisingly—soft, silky hair. She tugged onto his roots. Not pushing or pulling, just holding. Her ragged breaths drowned his soft hums, a war of sound and shame.
She hated him. Hated how good he looked with her arousal coating his chin.
“Mmmrrhh~” Yoongi purred loud into her, the vibration pushing her closer. He parted her with a maddening precision. Her head fell back, the golden lights blurring into a haze.
“S-Stop—” she pleaded, but her body didn’t agree, hips rocking into his face. His touches were chains, but Taeki's betrayal was the lock that kept her here.
“Say my name.” Yoongi rasped, “Say my name, and I’ll give you everything. Say Yoongi.”
Two of his fingers slipped inside her, building up the rhythm as Yoongi teased her clit with his tongue. Each exhale of his was a slow torture that made her clench against her will. The noises grew louder—wet and squelching. Yoongi didn’t rush her, guiding her through the rise with soft licks. He played her like an instrument—knew how to pull the notes he wanted from her.
“Taeki,” she moaned to wound him. His hand tensed, a punishing thrust inside her. Her arousal stuck to his palm. Yoongi sucked on her clit as if he sucked hard enough, he could drink from it.
“Say it.”
“Taeki!”
Then, he slowed, almost stopped—torturing until her resolve cracked. His fingers almost slipping out of her, tracing her entrance. Y/N’s hand trembled; she grabbed his wrist, pushing it against her crotch.
“Yoongi—”
It was nothing like Taeki. Fast and deep—unrushed—in the best way possible. Arousal dripped down onto the sheets below. Her hand frantically slapped the mattress, tears falling down her flushed cheeks.
“Oh my—Yoongi, Yoongi, Yoongi!”
Y/N rambled; her vision went white. She let her hips grind against his hand, not for him, but to steal something back, to make this moment feel like hers, even if it was a lie. His fingers curled inside her, pressing onto a spot that made her rise her hips up from the mattress. It was gentle yet overwhelming, a shuddering release that left her trembling. A stifled cry broke free from her lips, swallowed by the quiet of the empty room.
Yoongi removed his fingers, pressing kisses to her folds, like he was sealing a vow. He rose, hovering over her, his lips glistening. Y/N's body stilled, chest heaving. The gun sat inches away, mocking her weakness. The haze cleared, and nausea rolled through her.
“I’ll make you forget him.” Yoongi kissed her jaw, hand brushing her tears. “Forget everything but me.”
His lips crashed onto hers, desperate, cradling her face. Y/N straightened her arm, straining towards the weapon. Her fingers grazed the cold metal of the gun—she grabbed it. Hit the barrel against Yoongi’s temple, pulled the trigger—
Nothing.
The trigger was dead, no resistance, no sound, hollow, empty.
Yoongi drowned in it—watching the realization hit her. Her expression like a cornered stray cat with no escape. Pleasure coiled in his chest, hot and venomous, like savoring the finest whiskey. His smile slithered wider, exposing his fleshy gums. Eyes—unblinking, pupils shrinking.
“Beautiful,” he rasped, thumb brushing her trembling lip.
Her heart screamed traitor—at Yoongi, at Taeki, at herself.
Mind you, whatever I am posting here was posted by my 13-14 year old self on wattpad.
"Mountain, please, teach me how to drum."
The smaller ghoul begged as he dragged Mountain's arm, distracting him from his book.
"Y/n, come on, let me finish my book."
Moutain complained as he tried moving away from the other Ghoul's grip. He moved his hand historically as he tried getting rid of the smaller one with no success.
He looked at the ghoul who was looking up at him with puppy eyes and sighted.
"Fine, get on the drum set, little one."
He said as he shook his head in defeat and pointed to the door leading to the practice room.
The other ghoul jumped to kiss him on his cheek before running out of the room at an unholy speed, leaving Mountain alone to walk through the hallways slowly.
Mountain had just finished practising a few minutes ago only to get back into the room and destroy his back once again.
What could he say? No? He couldn't get angry at the smaller ghoul anyway. He was too close to his heart to get angry.
He just wanted to have this over with so he could read his book or go to his room and paint something while waiting until dinner time.
When he pushed the door open, the smaller ghoul was already sitting on the small stool in front of the drum set, waiting for him with his tail moving around happily.
"Ready?"
Mountain asked as he got close to him. The ghoul nodded in response before turning to face the drum set.
Mountain walked behind him and put his hands on his shoulders before he started talking.
"Okay now, put you left foot there."
He said as he pointed to a spot, and the ghoul followed his instructions.
"Now your right foot goes there."
He said and pointed to another spot symmetrical to the last one. He patted the ghoul's head as a praise for following his instructions correctly and started to speak again.
"Shoulder slightly up and back, we don't want back problems, do we?"
Mountain said as he moved the other ghoul's shoulders to the correct position and looked down at him.
"Now, grab your drum sticks, little one."
The taller ghoul said as Y/n moved his hands to grab the drum sticks.
"Wait, no! Don't move Y/n. Oh, unholy sathanas!"
Mountain said as he got on his knees and got between the ghoul's legs and started positioning him once again. He started fixing the placement of his feet without paying attention to the ghoul.
Meanwhile, Y/n had lost his mind from the sudden movements of Mountain. He was stuck looking down at him between his legs with a blush creeping on his face.
His heart was beating out of his chest, and a shy smile was painted on his lips as he could feel himself getting excited.
"Okay, your position is just perfect now."
He said as he turned and looked up at the other ghoul.
"Is everything okay?"
He said, looking up at his blushing face. The ghoul looked away when he heard Mountain laugh.
"Oh, I see what's going on there."
Mountain said in a teasing tone as he moved his hands on the ghoul's inner thighs.
"Need help down there, little one?"
The other ghoul could feel his breath hitch as he looked down at Mountain and nodded without looking at him directly.
Mountain just chuckled softly to himself as he moved his hands up to his belt and started undoing it.
He took it off his waist and tossed it to the side as he looked up to the ghoul who had started breathing more and more heavily with each movement and each touch.
"Fuck, Mountain, please."
The ghoul cursed under his breath, making Mountain chuckle once again.
"Patience."
Mountain said, finally removing his underwear as well, and looking up at him with a smirk.
He moved his head down, placing a kiss on the tip of his dick, making the other ghoul softly moan at the soft feeling.
The ghoul moved his hands down to grab Mountain's horns and pulled him closer to his member, making the bigger ghoul smile mischievously.
Mountain took his tip on his mouth and started sucking on it lightly, making the ghoul roll up his hips in impatience.
He looked down at him with eyes filled with lust and pation before speaking.
"What? You don't know how to give head?"
The ghoul joked, and Mountain turned his eyes away with a blush on his face.
"Wait, you don't?"
He looked down at Mountain with raised eye brows and a confused look.
"I mean, I have been given head before but never gave to someone."
Mountain confessed and made the other ghoul laugh slightly at the embarrassed look on his face.
"It's okay. It's easy just..."
The ghoul moved his hands down, cupping Mountain's face with his hands and guiding him down to his dick.
Mountain opened his mouth and took him, whole, with ease. He started softly sucking as Y/n put his hands on his horns.
"Good boy, you are doing great."
The other ghoul said as he softly arched his back on the air and moved his hips forward, making Mountain deep throat him.
"Now, just pick up the pace a little."
The ghoul said, and Mountain obeyed, going a little faster than he was before, his hands gripping his thighs and squeezing them lightly.
"Good, you are doing great. Just go a little faster."
The smaller ghoul said, and Mountain once again took the command and started sucking him faster.
"Damn, just like this."
Said the ghoul and started moaning softly as Mountain continued repeating the movement of his, making the ghoul's heart beat faster and faster each time.
"I'm close."
Y/n said as he pushed himself even deeper in Mountain's throat, getting a moan out of his mouth that sent vibration through his whole body, bringing him to the edge.
He moaned loudly as he finished inside Mountain's mouth and looked down at him while he shallowed all of it down.
"Good boy, swallowing my cum so well."
The ghoul panted as he pulled Mountain's head up, connecting their lips together.
Mountain entered his tongue on the smaller ghoul's mouth, allowing him to taste himself.
The ghoul bit his tongue slightly, making it bleed just enough for him to taste his blood running down his throat.
He pulled away and looked at Mountain's eyes before placing a soft kiss on the tip of his nose.
"Guess the student became the teacher faster than expected."
He joked as Mountain pulled him in for another kiss.
I allow y'all to write to me about how CRINGE those are
Genre: smut (MDNI), fluff?, sub Rain, gentle top Mountain
Words: 2071
Mountain was lost in his thoughts as the pencil on his hand moved, drawing lines as Rain looked at him in awe. Rain was currently sitting on the bed across Mountain's room, fully naked.
He had been asked by the taller ghoul to pose for him. Even though he was very shy to stay naked in the same position for hours, he agreed to do it. It was just him and Mountain after all. No one else to see anything. He kept on looking at the movements on Mountain's hands. The earth ghoul surely knew how to take control of his hands. With the drums, the piano, the pencils, the pens, the kitchenware. Everything touched by Mountain's hands was used perfectly. Rain often found himself fantasizing about his friend's hands. The way he moved them so seductively, although he didn't notice it. The water ghoul wanted those hands to do things to him. Choke him. Tie him up. Pin him down. Jerk his off. Spank him. Bruise his hips. Pull his hair. And hands were one of the parts of Mountain's body Rain wanted to feel. The bassist was so desperate to be touched by the drummer in every way possible. He wanted to know what his tongue felt like inside his mouth, against his own one. He wanted to feel all those wet and sensitive buds around his dick. He would whine and whimper under him while pulling his hair to make him deep throat him. He wouldn't want him to stop. He wanted to feel his fangs on his thighs. And his tail wrapped around his legs, holding them open.
"Rain! Stop moving! I am trying to draw your face"
Mountain's voice shook Rain off his thoughts as he positioned himself once again. He had been giggling and breathing deeply for a while now. Mountain didn't want to shake him kff his thoughts like that, but he had to finish his drawing. Rain took a deep breath and looked away, posing for Mountain who turned back around to his drawing once again. After a few seconds, the water ghoul turned back to his tall friend and kept looking at him. The way his chest moved with every breath he took in made Rain fall head over heels. The way the muscles of his arms flexed with each and every move he made got the bassist on his knees. Without noticing, he had started to grow an erection. Not like he cared. All he cared about was the fact that he could see Mountain work on one of his masterpieces in person. The drummer was very good at drawing. He had made some of the paintings that hang on the walls of the ghoul chambers.
Mountain turned and looked at Rain once again and that's when he noticed his friend getting excited. He wasn't planning to do anything with Rain. At least not yet. He have liked him for a good while but he never thought of doing something with him before asking him out. Not until now. The moment he saw Rain and realized what was actually happening before his eyes made Mountain gain all those thoughts he pushed on the back of his head in seconds.
"Rain..."
He mumbled as he stood up and slowly walked to the bed Rain was positioned at. Rain looked at him with eyes full of curiosity as he tried to understand what was happening. Did he pose the wrong way? Was something wrong with the lighting? Did he move way too much? His thoughts were interrupted when Mountain made a move and got on top of him. His hands pressed Rain to the mattress as his wet lips found their way to the water ghoul's soft ones. The action took the bassist by surprise. His eyes widened and his heart started racing. He immediately closed his eyes and kissed Mountain back while wrapping his legs around the taller one's waist. A soft moan left his lips when he felt Mountain's member press against his own one. He allowed his hands to travel down Mountain's back and in his shirt, touching and feeling every strong muscle of his back and chest. The drummers lips moved down to Rain's neck where he started leaving bite marks and hickeys.
"M-mountain wait!"
Rain mumbled as he pushed Mountain back. Mountain looked down at him and his eyes sparkled. A sparkle that made Rain instantly regret the fact that he stopped him. Rain pulled him by the waist once again and kissed his roughly. Mountain kissed back and moved his hands from pinning Rain's shoulders down to the shorter ghouls waist. He kissed down his body. From his lips, to his neck, his belly and lastly the tip of his cock receiving as small whimper.
"You choose pretty boy. A hand job or a blow job?"
Rain's breath became deeper with the nick name. He was so down bad for that man. He couldn't form a single word. He just dropped his head back and moaned his answer.
"A blow job. Please. Please Mountain"
His desperation made Mountain laugh before leaning down and between his legs. He kissed the tip of Rain's dick as moved his gaze to meet the other ghoul's burning rays. He licked from the bottom of it, to the top, his tongue going crazy over the new tastes. He felt the small buds burning at the taste of Rain's precuum. He was a virgin. He couldn't hide it. He have never been in any relationship. At least not one serious enough to become sexual. He never craved being touched in any way. Neither by a man. Nor by a woman. Not by anyone. But with Rain, something inside his was awaken. He had touched himself many times to the thought of him and finally, he had his chance to do all those things that he desired.
He took Rain's whole member in his mouth and started sucking him hard. The shorter ghoul became a moaning mess as all his senses went to an alert mode. His hands reached down to grab Mountain's horn to get him go deeper and deeper. Mountain's hand moved and started playing with Rain's balls, causing him to let out a whimper.
"More. Satan please. More~"
Rain breathed out as his back arched. Mountain took him deeper and deep throated him until he felt him twitching inside his mouth, letting him know that Rain was close to his first climax. He took him out, receiving another whimper right after that small pop sound his mouth made when he let Rain's dick go.
"Not yet little one"
He said as he got up from the bed and started stripping out of his clothes, slowly and teasingly. Rain stayed still and stared in awe as Mountain removed the last piece of clothing on his body. His body was built like a greek god. He was skinny. Not to skinny but he wasn't that muscular as well. His waist was surprisingly a little smaller than he had figured out it would be. He looked back up to meet Mountain's eyes. Those eyes that he have been drowning in for so long. His eyes moved from the drummer's ones down to meet his member.
"M-mounty, I don't think it will fit.."
Rain said with hesitation. He wasn't expecting him to be that big. He had imagined it many time. Once, he had actually felt it. He had accidentally sat on Mountain's lap and he felt him pressed against his hole. He knew he would be big. But not that big.
Mountain giggled at Rain's surprise. A sound that made Rain's heart be set on fire. He watched him closely as he walked up to the drawers and pulled out a bottle of lube. He was about to ask where he found it but his thoughts were interrupted by Mountain's fingers inside of him. Those slender fingers he had longed for what felt like a life time.
Mountain gently applied lube on Rain's hole and on his member. He stroke himself slowly, spreading the liquid all around his dick before setting the bottle down and grabbing Rain's hips.
"I can't promise it won't hurt, but I can say that it will surely feel better in awhile"
Rain sucked in a breath as he felt Mountain's tip on his entrance. Mountain let out a soft groan as he pushed in a little more. The grip he had on Rain's hips turned into a massaging move that made Rain moan. The water ghoul felt the sharp pain of Mountain being whole inside of him hit. Tears came to his eyes as he opened his mouth to speak.
"Mountain~ i-it hurts!"
He moaned out and the words were followed by a whimper.
"I know love, I know just hold on"
Mountain pulled Rain up from the bed making his back come on contact with his chest. His arms left his hips and moved to be wrapped around his body, pulling him into a hug.
"I am sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you"
Mountain mumbled in Rain's neck and kissed him softly, making a small moan go out of his mouth. Rain tapped his hand, signaling that he had adjusted to the length and Mountain could move. The taller ghoul kept kissing the shorter's kiss and shoulders as he thrusted slowly in him.
Rain felt as if he was in cloud nine. No method of masturbation he have ever used have felt that good. The fact that he had craved Mountain for long probably made it even better. The feeling was spread all over his body. His heart felt at peace. He felt as if his soul have left and had connected with Mountain's. It wasn't just sex in the end. It wasn't just those by many called sinful actions to bring pleasure in a man's body. It was a way of connecting souls.
"I- mhmm, am close~"
Rain let out yet another moan as he felt the knot on his stomach build up once again. It felt so fucking good. He wanted more and more. Mountain hit his weak spot once again. Rain's cock twitched before he released the hot liquid all over his stomach.
Mountain's thrusting became sloppier and sloppier as his own climax came after a little while. He released his own load in Rain and then pulled out, the bassist still on his arm. Rain let out a moan on the empty feeling and fell, numb, in Mountain's arms.
Mountain laid him down gently and stood up to get a towel and clean him up. He walked to the bathroom connected to his room and took a small towel. He walked out and kneeled infront of Rain in order to clean his legs and body off the cum. He cleaned him up and placed small kisses on his thighs and stomach, moving higher up to his lips and place a soft kiss on them.
"I love you little one"
Mountain said as he laid down next to him and pulled him to his chest. Rain smiled against the taller man's chest and giggled again.
"I love you too big boy"
He said and hugged him tightly.
"What about your painting tho?"
He asked as he looked up to meet Mountain's gaze. A deep laugh left Mountain's chest and made Rain's head move by the contact. Mountain smiled down at him, warming his heart up as he pulled the covers of the bed over them.
"It can wait until tomorrow. You are worth more time."
Y/n is still not back from the mission. No news of his hand been heard around base. It's almost been two years. Two hell of years. The Austrian man had been waiting. Asking. Searching. He wanted to know if he was okay.
He needed to know.
The light in his room was long gone now. It's been months. They have told him many times, in a way that wouldn't hurt him. In a way, he would take it calmly, but he did not listen to anyone.
He refused to believe that the man he so dearly loved might be dead. His logic said that he was dead. He knew it deep down. But no. All he listened to was the saying of his heart. It was the heart of a man in love, whispering in his ears every night and giving him hope that his lover would come back.
But Y/n wasn't coming.
Days and nights have passed with him just standing alone in the place where the helicopters landed. He saw men leaving and men coming back. Each day, every day. Holding a glowing hope in his hands that a helicopter with the man he was waiting for would come.
Sleepless nights would pass, and he would be searching for information. He knew where Y/n had been sent, but he also knew that the mission had been completed. He should be on his way to come back. Maybe he had stopped in a foreign country to get his boyfriend a present?
But König did not want any present. He wanted to see him again. As soon as possible. He wanted to hold him in his arms again. Look at the deep eyes one last time. Kiss his soft lips. Let them fill him with life again. Because that was what he was without him. Lifeless.
He hadn't been eating properly. He had lost his appetite. He had lost his will. The superiors used to make complaints about him skipping training, but eventually stopped when they understood how serious the situation was.
He would sit in corners more than usual. He would barely talk. The few who would approach him would soon leave because they wouldn't be able to get anything out of him. He would just stare at them. No words. No expressions. Just a blank stare.
He would often be seen walking alone at night. In the woods behind base. In the training field. In the gym. In the hallways. Everywhere. If anyone happened to see him, they would just turn away. If they happened to see him cry, they would ignore him. They knew there was nothing to do.
It was as if he were a ghost. A demonic spirit haunting the base. His friends would often try to calm the recruits down by telling them good things he had done in the past, but they would never get anything out of it. Even if they tried with all their soul, the way he acted just proved them wrong.
That day was just like all the others. König was sitting in his room. Windows closed. The door closed. Lights turned off. Curtains closed. The only sound in the room was his heavy breathing as he looked down at pictures that him and Y/n had taken before he went to that mission.
When everything was normal.
When König was König.
When König was happy.
When he was here.
A knock interrupted the silence of the room. But König did not move. He did not want to open the door. Not now. Not ever. Not until it was him. Not until he knew it was him.
After the second knock, he just groaned loudly. Too bored to use words. He was not in the mood to do so. Not as if he were ever in the mood to do anything. It's been like that for more than a year now.
The door opened. Glances of sun entered the room. König groaned again and covered his eyes, protecting them from the sun. It was bright. Too bright. He hated it. He felt relieved when the door was closed. The darkness returning in the room.
Horangi, who had just entered the room, looked down at him. He sighed and shook his head. He couldn't bear seeing his friend like this. Not anymore. It was like he did not recognise him anymore. At all.
He took a step closer to him, kneeling down to reach his level. Since he was sitting on the floor of the room, it wasn't that hard. It was not as hard as usual. König's 6'10" figure was hard to reach. At least, it used to be.
"What are you doing, König?"
Horangi asked him. Concern was running down his mouth as he spoke to his friend. But he got no answer. Nothing at all.
König just looked up at him. It seemed as if he was asking for something. Was it help? Was it mercy? No one knew. Not even König himself knew what it was anymore. He just felt empty.
He just shook his head and turned back to staring at the pictures blankly. His back moved up and down with each breath he took. Horangi could feel the uneasy vibe of the room hitting his skin.
He felt shivers. The man who once used to make him feel as comfortable as home would was now the thing that scared him the most. He sighed and looked down at König.
"I know you are not in the mood for anything, but..."
Horangi said and paused as he saw his friend. He really did not want to pressure him with this. He knew how hard it was for him. He knew that he was refusing to face the reality and do normal things again.
But they needed him now more than ever. He had to be, at least, asked.
"There is a mission for you, König. They want you to defuse a bomb in an enemy base in Romania."
Horangi explains as he walks closer to his friend and kneels down next to him. He sighs as he looks down for a moment before looking at König.
"It is important, König. It's either this or death is ahead. But...it might cost your life."
Horangi said. He was not expecting any kind of reply. He was surprised when he felt a hand placed on top of his. König's eyes met his as he stayed looking at them, surprised.
"Death would be better than whatever I am living right now."
König's thick Austrian accent said as his voice seemed to shake. Horangi's heart was breaking to hear him like that. And more than this, hear hear and understand the words he said.
"I will go. Just tell me when I leave."
König said and looked at Horangi, trying to show him that he was accepting the mission and wasn't willing to leave him hanging like that even if he was in a bad mental state.
Horangi gave his hand a sympathetic squeeze as he looked at him. He had a bad feeling for his friend. He knew deep down that those would be some of their last moments together.
But he tried covering it all up with a cheerful smile, like he always used to do.
"In three days."
Said Horangi and gave König a light squeeze of sympathy on his shoulder. He smiled at him. He knew his friend might not come back, but it's been as if he had been gone for the past two years. Nothing would change. His appearance will just go away.
He would miss him. More than anything. König was the first person to understand him and be his friend when he first joined. He would feel halfway dead with König gone. But there was nothing he could do.
He was pretty sure that if someone didn't kill König anytime soon, he'd do it himself.
"Get ready, König. And be careful. Please."
Horangi said as he got on his feet and turned to the door. He put his hand on the doorknob and turned to König, to look at him one last time before leaving.
He sighed and closed his eyes, nodding to himself in reassurance before turning the doorknob. He took a step outside and began walking, his boots making contact with the floor and the sound echoing in the hallways.
König was now left alone. Again. With the sound of the door closing, he let out a sigh. Everything's been way too overwhelming the last two years. But his team needed him there. And he had to go.
He stayed in his room, preparing himself, his kit, his weapons. He knew that there were limited chances that he would survive. But at a stage like this, he couldn't care less about dying. He didn't have anything to live for anyway.
Three days went by with him just doing his regular things. Staying alone. Staying silent. Hoping. Nothing would change until he saw him again. His boy. His Y/n.
He got himself geared up. Took his weapons. Y/n's and his photo. The last one they took together. All he needed.
He sighed as he put it in his vests pocket and began walking out of his room with his riffle in hand. He would try his best in that mission. That is what y/n would have wanted.
Passing by the crowded hallways, he didn't hear the voices. All he saw were people. Moving their lips. Moving. He did not care about them. To him, they were just judging machines ready to eat you alive.
No feelings. No needs. No wants. Nothing. Just mindless objects secretly fighting to destroy one another. That was what he thought of people for the past few years. That is what people taught him to think.
But that man, his man, he was different. König could hear his voice. Knew his wants and needs. He knew that he cared for him. So he couldn't accept losing him. But he still hoped. He had convinced himself he would come back.
But Y/n wasn't coming.
"König, get in."
The pilot told him, and König just nodded as a response to it before getting in the helicopter that would get him to the base where the bomb was located.
König sat down and sighed. He looked around and saw Horangi coming his way. The man walked to him and placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Good luck, man. I wish you success."
Horangi said, and, in his eyes, König could see that his friend knew that would be the end. So he nodded at him. He placed his hand on his.
"Danke."
König spat coldly. But it was the best he could give. He couldn't show emotions. He didn't feel emotions. Not now. Not without Y/n.
Horangi gave him a soft, sympathetic, and understanding smile as well as a pat on his shoulder. König just tilted his head towards the hand on his shoulder.
Horangi soon left as the helicopter began to take off with only König and a few other men with him. They were being sent straight to death.
The other men seemed nervous. Some even tried holding back tears as the helicopter kept going. All of them. All of them, but König.
The tall Austrian man just stayed silent and looked out of the window as they passed mountain after mountain and building after building.
He had a weight in his shoulders that he couldn't explain. It had been there for the past two years, but today, it felt even heavier than it did before.
König could feel his leg bouncing a little, but he had chosen to ignore it for the shake of the mission. He had to stay strong. That was what Y/n would have wanted.
He sighed and kept on looking outside from the window as they got close to a mountain. The helicopter got lower and lower, finally landing on the crotch of the mountain.
"Alright, boys, let's do this."
A deep voice of a man spoke inside the helicopter as all the men got their weapons in hand and got out one by one.
"The enemy base is at the other side of this mountain,"
The same man spoke again as he pointed at the mountain behind them. All the men looked up at it and gave nods and quickly answers of understanding.
The captain seemed rather nervous himself as he kept on letting out deep sighs of nervousness and something that could be described as disappointment.
"We take down the guards."
He commanded and looked at all the men. Each and every single one of them.
"We do it fast. It is a small base, and we will make it."
He explained and tilted his head towards the direction that the base was before turning towards König.
"König."
He called out to the tall man who seemed to be lost in thoughts for a moment. He tiredly hummed in response, showing that he was paying attention and looked at the captain.
The captain sighed and rubbed his forehead with his hand as he placed the other one on his hips and looked up at König.
"You will get in and go to the central room with the first chance. Move cleverly, and it will all be okay."
He explained to him the method he should use to find the bomb and defuse it before he gathered all his men around and gave them a hopeful smile.
"We can do this."
He said before signalling to them towards the pathway they would follow to get to the base from between the forest and into the darkness of the night.
The whole walk there, König was thinking of Y/n. He needed strength, and Y/n was the main source of his strength.
He thought of his eyes. He thought of his smile. The warmth of his touch and the feeling his soft lips gave when placed against his.
Such thoughts were the only thing that kept him going. That gave him hope for tomorrow and the gifts it could give. Hope that Y/n would come back and fall in his arms, hold him for the eternity.
But Y/n wasn't coming.
"Alright, boys, get crazy now."
The captain's deep voice spoke again as all the men loaded their guns and put on their silencers, ready to begin their assault and get the mission done.
König sighed, doing the same actions his team did before giving a nod, letting his team know he was ready as well.
Not even God could save them now. They were in the ending line. Them against death.
All the men separated and began taking down guard after guard. Some men got shot. Others got hurt. Others had successful kills. Others missed. But they kept going.
König took down a guard and ran towards a window, breaking it down before jumping inside the building, running towards the bomb.
He walked through dark hallways, taking a few more guards down using his pistol before he found the bomb.
He ran to it, kneeling down as the timer was at one minute. A minute before that bomb destroyed the whole base. A minute before this place got burned down.
König took out his knife and opened the bomb, looking for the mechanism that connected the bomb to the timer in order to destroy it.
He breathed heavily as the clock kept ticking and ticking with each passing second. Cold sweat was running down his neck as he tried to find the correct cable.
There were multiple in many colours and sizes. His mind was blank, though. He had forgotten which one should get cut off in those kinds of bombs.
He took a few deep breaths as he tried to concentrate and find the correct one when he heard a voice coming from his radio.
"König, how's it going?"
A deep and seemingly under pressure voice spoke. It was his captain speaking. He seemed to be in a bad position as he was breathing very heavily.
"Almost done."
König said as he looked at the cables. He took some on hand and looked through the colours of them.
"Alright. Be quick. We need to -"
The voice was cut off by a loud gunshot that made König freeze in place for a moment. The captain had gotten shot.
König's eyes filled with anger as he began cutting cable after cable before he saw the timer going off.
With a sigh of relief, he stood up and began running towards the exit until he heard loud and fast ticking sounds coming from next to him.
He looked down, and to his shock, there was a second bomb whose timer had only 5 seconds before going off and destroying the place down.
König gulped as he began running to the exit as fast as his legs could take him before hearing a loud sound and falling down.
He looked up as something was falling to his face, and then everything went black for him.
A few moments ago, his eyes shot open as he felt a light pain on his head. He sat up and groaned as he looked at, feeling a hand caressing his cheek.
He looked at the hand and then followed it towards the direction of the body it was coming from. His eyes widened as he saw a familiar smile being given to him.
"König? Are you alright?"
A soft voice asked and made König's eyes fill with tears in seconds. It was his boy. Y/n. His Y/n. Standing, safe, and sound, holding him in his arms.
"Oh, Y/n."
He said and quickly wrapped his arms around the man, pulling him into a close hug as he began softly sobbing in his arms. He thought he had lost him forever.
"Where have you been? How did you know where I was?"
König asked as he cupped the man's face on his hands and kissed his forehead sweetly, making the man giggle with each soft kiss.
Y/n placed his hands on König's wrists and held them lovingly as he looked at his eyes.
"I have been with you for the past two years, love."
Y/n said with a sweet smile which broke König in peaces. His eyes widened as he understood the meaning behind those simple words.
"Wait! You are.."
König mumbled as he looked at his lover's eyes and felt tears, hot and big tears, running down his face as the man nodded with a smile on his face.
Y/n was also crying. Tears ran down his cheeks and to König's hand that were placed on them.
"Yes... but I am here now..."
He whispered and leaned in, kissing König's soft lips, still leaving him surprised with each and every word.
"What?...How?...Y/n...what is happening?"
König asked with a scared tone on his voice as he looked at the man's eyes with disbelief in his.
No. No, he couldn't possibly be here. No.
"König...we will be together from now on...forever."
Y/n said as he stood up and reached out his hand for König to grab and pull him to his legs.
A light was shining bright behind Y/n as he smiled widely at König and let go of his hand before walking towards the light.
"Wait! Y/n!"
König called out and began running behind his lover as they got closer to the light.
"Ready?"
Y/n asked as he took König's hand in his and smiling at him. König was trembling, but the warmth of his lover's hand made him feel better as he nodded.
"Yes..."
König mumbled as Y/n kissed his cheek and began walking with him towards the light. Their hands connected, just like the first time they met.
Everything was dark except for that light. Everything reminded him of a night. It was a night that was filled with terror.
And his eyes were filled with tears. Both happy and sad tears as he walked alongside his lover to the other side.
Together for eternity, they had promised. And now, they would fulfil that promise. Not even death could do them apart.
König squeezed Y/n's hand, and Y/n squeezed back as they walked into the light together.
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