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I think i just found another finished jungkook fic that i never posted :o cannot find any record of it on my masterlist so will polish it up and post soon lol
hey idk who runs this but i know you seem to know cosmostae and i was just wondering if they're okay? i dont know them but ive read their fics and i saw that they hadn't posted since april so idk i was just worried ? i hope they're doing well!! sorry for bothering you about this i was just wondering for a while
She’s probably just doing her own thing, I haven’t spoken to her in a long while. People come and go, it’s part of life :)
Not a request; but do you know if tumblr will purge fan accounts after post+ starts or will fan accounts only be at risk if they use post+? Sorry if you don’t know the answer, but I’m so confused
I’m completely out of the loop on post+ ngl, i think its only if you post copyrighted content on post+? Since you’re not supposed to profit off fanwork
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Sorry if this isn’t great, I just found it in my google docs and decided to hit post :)
Word count: 2.7k
Pairing: yandere! Jungkook x gn! Reader
(Y/N) had a happy tune playing on their record player and a bounce to their step as their hands danced around the chopping board, preparing their array of vegetables. Listening to the comforting drawl of the jazz artist brought a smile to their face, as they continued with the menial task.
However, this serenity was interrupted by a sudden knocking at the door. Unusual, considering they lived about ten miles out from the nearest city.
They opened up to see a young man, his lips blue with the cold and his hair damp with snow and their heart preceded any caution as they wordlessly let him into their cabin.
“Are you okay?” They asked, resting a hand on his damp sleeve and guiding him to their sofa.
“My car ran out of fuel and I don’t have any signal. Do you have a phone I can borrow?” The young man stuttered out, body still wracked with shivers.
“Of course. Just stay here, I’ll get you something warm to drink.”
They wrapped a blanket around him, and went into the kitchen to boil up some milk for cocoa.
(Y/N) switched the radio off, their visitor’s alarming arrival having ruined the previous cheer of the evening. It was unfortunate, but also they were semi-thankful to have some company on what was going to be a solitary evening.
They brought their attention back to the cocoa they were making, and took the mug back into the living room for their guest.
He wasn’t on the sofa however. He’d shrugged off his shirt, as it sat on the sofa making a small damp patch. He instead stood looking at the pictures on the wall, wrapped solely in the blanket.
“Hey, I made you some cocoa.” (Y/N) called to him, snapping him out of his stupor.
“Oh, thank you.” He smiled. “Sorry, my shirt was way too wet and it was making me cold. I hope you don’t mind.”
“It’s okay.” They smiled in response. “Drink your cocoa and then you can use my landline.”
He looked slightly cautious as he picked up the mug and blew on it to cool it down. They noticed his apprehension.
“I haven’t put anything funny in it, if that’s what you’re scared about. Not everyone living in cabins away from society is a serial killer.”
He let out a slight laugh of relief and mirth, bringing it to his lips and sighing in relief as the liquid warmed his hands and stomach.
“I’m (Y/N), by the way.”
“I’m Jungkook. Thank you for your help.”
There was silence as Jungkook gingerly sipped his cocoa and (Y/N) tried to find something to say.
“I’ll go get my phone.” They finally said, standing up to find the device charging in their office and bringing it back to him. With a nod of thanks, he started to dial the number and held it up to his ear, but after a few seconds he frowned.
“No signal.”
He tried again, many different numbers but all with no answer, as (Y/N) stood at the sidelines biting the inside of their cheek.
“It’s no good. I think the weather has wrecked the signal. Do you have WiFi?” Jungkook sighed.
“I’m in the process of switching companies, so unfortunately I’ve been going without.” (Y/N) replied, shifting slightly. “I’m really sorry, I wish I could be more helpful.”
He stood up, ready to grab his things and see if he could make his own way home only to catch sight of the snow flurry outside.
“There’s no way you could survive that.” (Y/N) joined his side, frowning. “It’s probably best that you bunker down here for the night.”
He thanked her and, following a bowl of warm stew for supper, fell asleep on the couch. (Y/N) draped a blanket over him before leaving for their own room.
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The snow did not let up. The next morning, it was practically still dark outside and the dangerous weather brought a heavy feeling upon Jungkook.
“Looks like a white christmas.” (Y/N) commented, offering him a lopsided grin.
“I hope you don’t mind if I stay here a bit longer…” Jungkook stuttered out. (Y/N) placed a warm hand on his shoulder.
“Of course not. I couldn’t throw you out on a day like this.” They turned on their heel. “Will you help me make lunch?”
With some festive tunes and a roaring fire, it was quite pleasant standing beside (Y/N) and helping them prepare the roast dinner. Jungkook struggled to keep his hands steady, not quite used to preparing meat when most of his meals were microwaved, but (Y/N) was there with their warm, soft hands to guide him.
And when they finally sat down to eat, his eyebrows shot up in surprise at the magnificent taste.
“It’s been so long since I’ve had a proper meal. Like this.” He confessed quietly, eyes focused on the plate rather than (Y/N)’s bemused gaze.
“Really? It’s worth the time.” They replied. “Try it, and who knows? You could be the next Gordon Ramsey.”
They shared a chuckle as they ate, but something else was eating at Jungkook. There was something here he’d never experienced before, a warmth that was previously foreign.
It was when (Y/N) brushed past him to get an extra bottle of wine from the cupboard and he felt a spark just from their touch that Jungkook diagnosed himself.
‘I’m in love.’
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The days shared together whilst the storm raged on were sweet. Reading books (Y/N) had collected over the years, doing puzzles and discussing their lives. Jungkook couldn’t think of a better use of the time in his life than spending every second with (Y/N). It haunted him every night as he lay on the couch, dreaming of their future together despite the stinging finity of it.
One night, as they sat together doing crosswords, there was a flick of the lights. They would be happy to just dismiss it, if not for the subsequent blackout.
“Shit.” (Y/N) muttered. “Where are the candles?”
Jungkook simply turned on his phone and used the light to shine around the room, granting (Y/N) a path to their new source of light.
“Thank you.” They called out as they lit a match and illuminated the room once again with a limited glow, letting Jungkook tuck his phone back into his pocket as they went to investigate their generator, only to groan aloud when they realised it was going to take ages to boot up again.
After a half hearted argument from Jungkook he’d earned a place in their bed, instead of his usual couch, to keep warm.
As they settled down to sleep, (Y/N) quite clearly put a fair bit of distance between them. Cute. But nevertheless (Y/N) slept facing inwards, meaning Jungkook could fall asleep seeing their beautiful face. And did he enjoy that. the fluttering of their eyelids, creasing of their brows, the sleepy murmurs. It was a surprise that he got any sleep at all, when every instinct wanted to savour the moment forever.
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Sunlight provided a natural alarm, calling for the two to wake up but Jungkook couldn’t bring himself to depart from the comfort of (Y/N)’s embrace. Subconsciously, or maybe even consciously, they’d wrapped their arms around him to keep warm. He revelled in hearing their heartbeat, their soft sleepy breaths.
When Jungkook finally drew away from the ethereal being beside him, his heart dropped when he looked out the window. The sun was shining brightly, the storm having evidently ended at some point in the night leaving behind heaps of snow but a clear sky. This was it. The day he’d been dreading.
How would (Y/N) feel to see him go? Would they be as torn as him, knowing that his life belongs in the city but his heart belongs with them?
Jungkook finally decided that he would go about life as “usual”. Maybe (Y/N) won’t bring it up, and they won’t ruin the domestic fantasy that had been so perfectly brewing. In fact, just to sweeten things he decided to make them breakfast in bed. As much as it chilled him to do so, he unwrapped (Y/N)’s arm from around him and stood up with a stretch.
They were running low on fresh food, with 4 days of being locked away from society. But luckily there was still eggs, and bread. Jungkook set to work, enjoying the little luxury he never enjoyed in the city to cook breakfast. Normally in the morning he could only have a coffee or protein shake before leaving the house, but in this perfect little world with (Y/N) such time restraints didn’t exist.
Just as he was plating up the food, he heard the sound of a car engine outside. Oh god, who was it? Had someone somehow gotten his SOS? How would he tell them to fuck off and leave him in peace.
Rather, he heard the person emerge from the car, stomp up the driveway and insert some keys into the door. The entrance swung open, and he was frozen to the spot as he saw another man enter and stomp his feet on the doormat to remove the snow.
This stranger looked up to lock eyes with Jungkook.
“Who are you?”
“Who are you?” Jungkook echoed back.
“The boyfriend of (Y/N), who owns this cabin.”
“My car broke down in the storm a few days ago, so (Y/N) offered me shelter until I could call someone for help.” Jungkook felt his grip around the knife tighten, his knuckles becoming pale with the pressure he was exerting.
“I see. Let me go and see my partner and then we’ll see if I can do something to help.” The stranger’s smile would be heartwarming, but Jungkook felt like his blood had been replaced with lava.
The vermin pushed his way past Jungkook into the bedroom, and Jungkook felt his stomach turn as he heard the sleepy mumbles from (Y/N) and then some not so quiet kissing sounds.
The eggs were starting to grow cold on the plates as Jungkook processed the situation. (Y/N) had never mentioned a boyfriend. All this time they’d ripened him up, made him fall for them only to tear his heart to shreds?
No, no. (Y/N) was far too kind to do such a thing. Clearly there were other forces at play making him hurt. Whatever the reason, this ‘boyfriend’ was bad news.
He looked down to see the knife still gripped tightly in his hand. At least he had one option.
He picked up the plates and poured a cup of fresh coffee before making his way into the bedroom. (Y/N) was sitting up in bed, but the new guy was at their side like a leech.
“I made breakfast.” Jungkook spoke up, placing the plate in front of them gingerly and holding out the mug for them to take.
“Thank you.” They blew on the coffee to cool it down before taking a sip. “Yoongi has agreed to take a lot at your car and see what he can do. If he can’t fix it, he’ll give you a lift back into the city and we can work from there.”
“Oh. Thank you.”
“I’ll go get my toolkit. Do you think you’d be able find your way back to the car?” Finally (Y/N)’s boyfriend detached himself from their side and stood up, meeting Jungkook’s eyes.
“Yeah, probably.” He stuttered.
As Yoongi went to find his tools, (Y/N) finally returned their attention back to Jungkook.
“I’m really going to miss your company. Maybe your car breaking down was a blessing in disguise?” They smiled, and Jungkook felt his cheeks grow red.
“Thank you.”
“And you’ve got my number, right? Anytime you feel like it, feel free to drop me a text message and you’d be welcome to stay for a night if you need some escape from the city.” Jungkook nodded dumbly, not able to form the words to say that he never wanted to return home, he wanted to stay with them forever and he’d give up anything for them.
“Alright buddy, you ready?” Yoongi had returned. Jungkook narrowed his eyes at the patronising language but nodded.
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The snow crunching with every step was the only sound as they traipsed through the woods to find Jungkook’s car. He wasn’t ready to give up his happiness, but how could he assert himself to (Y/N)’s boyfriend?
“I bet you’ll be glad to get home.” Yoongi spoke up. “I can’t imagine what it’s like living out here full time like (Y/N) does.”
Jungkook just gave a grunt of non-discretion.
“Is that your car?” He pointed to a large object in the distant road, covered in snow but vaguely car-shaped.
“I guess.” Jungkook replied simply.
Once they were at the car, Yoongi started wiping the snow from the bonnet and opening it up to look at the engine.
Jungkook just watched as Yoongi peeked around.
“Just looks like a fuse has gone. I have some backups in my kit.” (Y/N)’s boyfriend dug around in the toolbox until he found a small plastic container, before setting to work.
Jungkook felt a horrible feeling in his stomach. As soon as this was done, he’d be sent on his way. This vermin would be the one to hold (Y/N) close, to enjoy their meals and company, to admire their smile. Jungkook could not stand that thought.
He bent done, to observe what Yoongi was doing. But simultaneously, his fingers snagged a wrench from the toolkit.
“That should be all-” Yoongi was cut out by a harsh shove, pushing him over onto the ground. He caught himself with his hands, and turned to sit up and ask what had happened. He was met with the sight of Jungkoom standing above him, wielding the wrench before bringing it down onto his head.
The man let out a cry of pain as it collided, but Jungkook was not deterred. He brought it down, again and again until blood spattered everywhere and Yoongi’s face was an unrecognisable mess. He finally stopped, and dropped the wrench with shock of what he’d done. Seeing the gruesome sight was enough to make him puke, and when he was done doing so he still couldn’t help the streams of tears running down his face, mixing with the blood. What had driven him to such a drastic measure? How fucked up had he become, so isolated from society that he was capable of bashing someone’s brains in?
He managed to get to his feet, and his instincts were screaming at him to run. Back to the comfort of (Y/N)’s arms, if they would even accept someone as messed up as him.
As he trudged back through the woods, thoughts of what he could say rushed through his head. Would he tell them upfront that he killed their boyfriend? Would he blame some traffic, an attack from a wild animal, maybe even another person?
He hadn’t decided on a plan when he returned to the cabin, and rather than formulate one Jungkook just banged on the door in desperation. He needed to be with them, he needed (Y/N) to comfort him and tell him everything was going to be okay.
(Y/N) answered the door still dressed in their nightclothes, and when they saw Jungkook’s blood and puke splattered clothes they instantly ushered him in again.
“What happened, are you okay?”
Jungkook opened his mouth but no words could come out, just heavy breathes.
“Were you attacked? Where’s Yoongi?” (Y/N) continued, but Jungkook could only sob at their boyfriend’s name, leading (Y/N) to make some deductions.
“Oh Jungkook. Come on, we need to get you changed.” (Y/N) sighed, trying not to let their bad feeling regarding their boyfriend’s fate overcome them.
He let them take his hand, enjoying their skinship being reunited. Even if they were only together once more under tragic circumstances, Jungkook couldn’t help but to be thankful.
Synopsis. His steel made heart wasn’t supposed to beat for you.
pairing(s): yan!cyborg!jk x owner!human fem!reader. ??? X reader
warning. DARK, ANGST, YANDERE, JEALOUSY, robot!koo, FLUFF, ~feels~, POSESSIVE BEHAVIOR. Very dark, OBSESSIVE BEHAVIOUR AND OBSESSION, this is soft?? Ig??
CW: FLUFF, SOFT YANDERE, OBSESSIVE BEHAVIOUR, he compliments you a lot... he’s in love with you, like completely smitten... wow... red flags.... not edited. Written in mixed povs.
[THE ART BELOW IS NOT MINE, belongs to the owner, credited to them.]
important notes. This au is set in 2043 so obviously technology has advanced and robots are able to feel, he has a mechanical heart, his behaviour is just like a human being, he is able to cry too, lol this is fiction, anything can happen 🤷🏻♀️ if you’d like to be tagged pls lmk! :dd
note. CAN I JUST SAY HOW PROUD I AM OF THE TITLE NAME?!! IM SO IN LOVE WITH MY SHITTY BRAINNNN!!!! WOHOOOOO MY SECOND SERIES!!!! IM SO EXCITED YET NERVOUS FOR THIS NGL... I mean this genre is pretty difficult for me because it’s sci-fi... so go easy on me... it’s as always yandere and tbh guys?? This fic is literally my worst nightmare... don’t ask why but robots creep the fuck out of me... I really hope he’ll be able to make a smol place in ur heart. FEEDBACK IS NEEDED DESPERATELY. Please share your thoughts ENJOY! Enjoy your robot!koo ;) EEEK MY FIRST EVER SERIESSSS SHHHHHH AHHH!!!
So... jk is a mix between a robot and a cyborg, ;) I love how this all doesn’t make sense at all. But lol please give this a chance. Have a Rose 🌹 ENJOY!
Masterlist.
The world had advanced.
It was 2043 and the world depended on A.I. And you were no exception.
“Noona, it is time for you to get ready, you have a meeting with DR. L/N.” Your robot, JK-97 reminds you as you inhale deeply and watch him sit down next to you with a steaming mug of coffee in his hands. “I know, jungkook.” Jungkook, The robot, stares at your face, his eyes shiny, full of light, his lips pressed together in a straight line.
“Noona, you look tired.” He speaks up as he passes you your mug. “An average human should get 8 hours of sleep.” You look back at him and smile at his innocent face. He was quick to mimic the expression and smiled back at you. “You’re so caring, JK.” You compliment the now, blushing boy. Your eyes widened with shock.
It was scary that how much technology had advanced. Robots were now no different than humans. It was terrifying sometimes. Truly. Jungkook coming into your life was unplanned.
Your robot was a gift from your father for your twentieth birthday. JK-97, your fathers biggest creation yet. It had been now four years since jungkook came into your life. And it was safe to say that you were used to him being your only companion. “Noona. My senses indicate that you’re thinking about something. Your body language tells me you’re nervous.”
And he was right, as always.
“Hmm... yeah... I am nervous I guess? I mean my father rarely asks me to come to his lab...” you played with the mug as you took a sip of the steaming coffee. “Noona?” You sigh, Jungkook stares back at you with intensity, the sudden change in his demeanour making you nervous. “Yes... JK?”
It was like you two were having an eye contact competition when you raised your eyebrows at him. “You don’t have to be nervous. I’m here with you.” Jungkook raises his right hand and takes your left hand in his. “Always.” Jungkooks eyes never leave your face, his “iron” like grip tightening around your hand when the moment is interrupted by the buzzing sound of an alarm bell.
Coming from him.
“JK! Your heart beats rising.” And the robot just stares at you with an unreadable look in his eyes. The default colour of his eyes changing to red.
...weird. Maybe this could be a minor glitch?
“JUNGKOOK! Calm down, sweetheart..” but no use, his heart beat only rises. You look at him with concern while making his “heart” thump rapidly.
His mind was starting to glitch. Only pictures of you surrounding the robot’s processor.
His owner Y/N.
Jungkook could never ever disobey you.
You were his owner, his everything. He was made for you, only you. He was created to be used by you, he was made to serve you, his purpose was to always be with you, no matter what.
“JK, will you be fine, sweetheart? I have to go now. I’ll be back in a few hours!” You were hesitant, Jungkook could tell, his eyes observed you. “Noona, you look so pretty.” Jungkook responds to your question with a completely different answer. The cyborg was distracted with you.
“Thank you, Jungkook! Don’t forget to charge yourself unlike last time!” You instructed him and he nodded, pouting his lips. “Noona... do you really have to go?”
Jungkooks system was given a newer update so it was obvious that he had learned about numerous things, including more human facial expressions. “Yes, kook, it is important. I don’t know but I’ll be back, soon.” You smiled as you blew the pouting man a kiss.
“This expression suits you a lot, you look cute.” You compliment him, giggling at his unusual cute expressions.
And Jungkook felt like his CPU malfunctioned for a bit. “Noona, you think I’m cute?” He gets up from the bed as he walks towards you, his orbs glowing, almost.
“Um... JK Your update is definitely more advanced than before..” you laugh and jungkook can swear that he feels something flutter inside him.
“You have the most melodious laugh ever, Y/N noona..” he is careful with the choice of his words. “Can you smile please, Noona?” Jungkook asks you. You raise your eyebrow at him but listen to him.
Jungkook captures the sight inside his eyes, by only blinking twice. “You’re too beautiful Noona.” He compliments unknowningly, busy admiring the image, not noticing your exit.
As Jungkook snaps back to reality, he finds himself alone in your room. “Y/N noona is gone.” His face falls, suddenly feeling sad. He walks towards the charging area and quickly connects himself to power.
He closes his eyes and settles on the seat. As the cyborg starts to view your countless pictures in his memory, he feels a weird overwhelming vibration inside his metal chest.
Oh, how he could stare at you forever. He could, if only you’d allow him to... Jungkook considered himself the luckiest robot ever made. He feels very thankful to your father for creating him for you.
His Y/N... he was your Jungkook, only made for you. The robot felt a strong sense of emotion towards you. It felt a lot stronger... noticeably since his latest update.
His senses of feelings were improving a lot.
The feelings that he felt for you. “JK loves Y/N noona. Very much.”
Walking towards your father’s lab, you feel confused. He never really called you to his work place, unless...
He made a new creation. And the last time you visited the lab was four years ago, when JK-97 aka Jungkook came into your life. But... you did not feel excited this time.
You just weren’t feeling good.
This time, you were feeling like your life was going to be turned around forever...and boy in a good way. You closed your eyes and inhaled. No.. you’re probably overthinking.
It was going to be good, right? Your instincts were strong but you had to let go of the paranoia settling in your mind. Exhaling, you knocked on the door in front of your eyes.
Hello again!Anon who asked about the pronouns here, your answer did help me a lot! but maybe you can write a example about how you want me to address you? If it makes you uncomfortable in any way you can just disregard this ask!
hi :] I’m glad to help, feel free to ask anytime!
pronouns are only important if you’re talking about me to someone else e.g “they’ve written this fic called....” - If you’d like to address me directly, you can call me duckie! (since that’s my nickname :>)
Warnings: Yandere themes, stalking, breaking in, manipulation, threats, creepiness, pls lmk if i’ve missed anything
Ask yandere vmin questions here! (asks for other drabbles/fics are now open 😚💕)
Waking up to the feeling of warmth surrounding you is usually pleasant. Your covers and sunlight keeping you warm through the frosty mornings: divine. But an unknown warmth, very likely to be related to the suffocating feeling of arms wrapped around you, is not something you want to wake up to. Especially not when you live alone.
That doesn’t mean that you’re not used to this feeling, however. Your least favourite stalker (because the universe decided one wasn’t bad enough) was, after all, the clingy type. To the extreme.
“Jimin. Get out.”
You feel his form shake a little- laughter.
He purrs, “Baby, I don’t know what you mean. Get out of your bed? Your house? ...You?” You freeze, breath still as you focus your gaze lower down. Jimin chuckles once more, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. “I’m kidding. I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“If Taehyung was here-”
Jimin covers your mouth with his palm, eyes wide with alert. He leans over, making up for his uncoiled arm and the subsequent millimetre of space between you. “You can’t say that. It’s not fair.”
“What’s not fair, dove?” Taehyung stands in the doorway for a few seconds, before quickly approaching. He climbs into the bed on Jimin's side, knowing that he wouldn’t refuse the company. You, his angel, just might, and he’s not ready to risk that. “Why are you covering Y/n’s mouth? Stop that.”
It’s always funny to you to see Taehyung bossing Jimin around, given he’s so careful with you. He won’t do a single thing without your firm permission. Except for stalking, apparently. And breaking into your house! But he was still your favourite of the two stalkers. Luckily, it tended to be Taehyung that made the decisions for the two of them.
“Jimin was feeling a little down last night, so I suggested we spend a little time with you, angel.” Taehyung explains. Perhaps his answer would be acceptable if they hadn’t broken in. “We had meant to leave before you woke up...Sorry.” Jimin makes a noise of protest, and Taehyung chuckles softly. “The reason we didn’t leave was because you seemed to be having a nightmare. It would’ve plagued our minds otherwise, so we decided to stay and cheer you up too.”
You sigh, “Ah, well, then there’s no need for you to stay longer. Leave.”
Jimin’s face comes far too close to yours. “Does that mean we cheered you up? You should invite us over more often, Y/n! It’s incredibly rude that our girlfriend-”
“Jimin, we talked about that.” Taehyung hisses. Of course, he’s not one to get angry at his lover, not ever, but he’s certainly more strict with Jimin than he is with you. You suppose they believe they’re still in the process of ‘wooing’ you, something they will never advance from if you can help it.
“I didn’t invite you.” You sigh.
Jimin doesn’t waste a second, “Yeah, but are you glad we came?” You shake your head. “Are you at least a little bit overjoyed that we’re cuddling?” You shake your head. “Taetae made you breakfast, that has to mean something, right?”
You pause, nodding slightly. At least that’s useful.
This seems to be the wrong answer, however, as Jimin bursts into tears. “It’s always Taehyung over me. Y/n, you’re supposed to love us both! You’re not being a good girlfriend!”
“Minnie…” Taehyung pulls the elder to his side, cradling the sobbing man against him. His hands run soothing circles across Jimin’s back, hushing words of comfort. “Of course Y/n loves you, our angel loves us both. She’s just not ready yet. We need to give her time, remember, we talked about this.”
It makes you sick. The pair must genuinely believe the words Taehyung utters, for it seems to actually help Jimin calm down. As if his delusion fuelled fit was just a moment of insecurity, a brief hindernace.
Taehyung’s eyes meet with yours. He stares hard, searching. He must believe in those delusions too. If he’s expecting you to confirm them, he’s worse than you thought.
Finally, he speaks. “Can we stay for breakfast, angel? I promise we’ll leave you alone after that. We know you have to work.”
“If you don’t have breakfast with us we’ll just have to wait here until dinner.” Jimin jutts in, turning his head just enough to show you his tear stained eyes.
It isn’t the guilt that makes you accept, but rather, the thinly veiled threat. You’re sure Taehyung would’ve scolded him if he didn’t desperately want to stay too.
“Thank you, Y/n. I made enough for all of us, I’ll go and fetch it.” He looks as though he’s actually shaking with ecstasy. Taehyung’s gaze trails back to Jimin, taking a softer tone. “Do you want to go with me or stay with Y/n?”
“I need to check something with our baby. You’ll be okay carrying everything, right, Taetae?” Jimin sniffles once, looking rather pitiful. Taehyung assures him quickly that he’s fine, and that Jimin should relax. Seems as though the man has Taehyung under his control entirely. It’s terrifying to think that’s the state Jimin wishes to have you in soon.
Taehyung leaves, and you’re left alone with the monster once more. His tears have vanished quickly, you note. Jimin shuffles around, rolling over your bed to reach your phone on the nightstand. He enters the password himself, something you’ve given up on changing. They figure it out every time anyway. Jimin moves so he’s sat beside you, and rests his head on your shoulder. You should do something about it. You should, you know that, but the pair leave you paralysed with fear whenever they come close.
You watch carefully as Jimin scrolls through the contents of your phone, pausing occasionally to inspect something a little closer. If he deems it important enough, he takes a screenshot and sends it off to his phone. A conversation you’d recently had with your sister about a show you like watching, a selfie you’d taken the other day. Jimin turns to you suddenly, holding the phone up in front of your faces. You feel his lips touch your cheek, see the flash from your phone, and only then do you realise what he’s doing.
“Delete that.” You demand shakily. Jimin just grins at you, proceeding to save the selfie as his contact picture.
He hums, sending it to both his and Taehyung’s numbers. “Taetae would probably faint before he could actually kiss you, he’s so silly, but if you were the one to kiss him...I’m sure he’d be very happy.”
“I’m not doing that.” You state, doing your best to sound firm on the issue, you can’t let your fear show.
“Why not? It’s just a kiss on the cheek! And he’s been stressed recently, I really think it would cheer him up…” He stares at you, as if you’re about to change your mind, and he’s just waiting for that moment. “If you kiss him, I’ll leave your sister alone.”
The air feels sharp. “What?”
“Your sister. You know, I watched that show too, but you don’t talk to me about it. Isn’t that her fault? If she were gone…”
“...If Taehyung knew I was forced to do this, he wouldn’t want it.”
Jimin laughs, hard. “Then I’ll get in trouble, won’t I? He’d probably drag me out of here if he knew, right? You wouldn’t have to see either of us for a while. If that’s what you think will happen, go ahead and try. Bonus! Your sister doesn’t die if you kiss him!”
You hear Taehyung’s footsteps approaching, and Jimin climbs off the bed, opening the door and helping Taehyung carry the dishes he's balanced in his hands. You each settle with a plate and fork in your hands, the pair joining you looking far more comfortable than you are. Taehyung sits beside you, alternating between eating his food and staring at you adoringly. Jimin eats happily, as if he’s snacking on popcorn at a movie.
Fuck it. You can’t risk your sister being caught up in whatever Jimin has planned, you can’t do that to her. It’s stupid. It’s so stupid. You should be braver, care less about the consequences of standing up to them. But you’re so scared.
You take a deep breath, gathering all the courage you have before darting your head forwards and pressing your lips to Taehyung's cheek. Just once, as fast as possible. Your eyes are closed, and you’re breathing heavily, already working on burning the memory away. You suspect it won’t be so easy.
“Y-Y/n…?” Taehyung whispers. Your eyes fall open, desperately trying not to look at Jimin’s knowing grin. You can deal with Taehyung- he's the nicer one, right? “Y-you…”
“Thank you!” You force the words out. “For breakfast, I mean. I didn’t know how else to…”
“You kissed me.” Taehyung says. His voice no longer holds that shaky tone, the sense of fear. He smiles, wide, grabbing your hands. What is this? Taehyung never does this. “You kissed me! Angel, you-...you like me...you like us! You do, don’t you? Oh, my angel, have you been hiding your feelings all this time? It must’ve been so hard.”
“Right?” Jimin winks at you. “You poor thing.”
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