“God, Arya you’re like a goddamned fucking drug, I can’t stay away from you and your picture perfect life because I find satisfaction in the idea of shattering it.”
“Then use me like a fucking drug, yeonjun. Break me. I dare you to try.” I said, and He stepped forward, grabbing my face with one hand, bringing our faces just inches apart.
“Be careful what you wish for, I might just break your heart.”
“No feelings. No broken heart.”
pairing: damaged!yeonjun x OC (f)
warnings: straight filth, fwb/ewb, degradation, breeding kink, cheating themes, childhood neglect (lol just some fucking trauma), strict parents, pastors daughter, angsty, sneaking around, public sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), d-r-a-m-a, xoxo gossip girl
word count: 9.7k and counting! (There’s a lot of pent of frustration being shoved into this piece, definitely one of my most raw works)
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Ok hello everyone! A little update and I wanted to ask everyone thoughts!
Use me like a drug has undergone a huge amount of editing and writing and I have 21k words written so far and not all the end scenes are complete but I’m getting there!
I apologize for the wait but I want this to be a good piece for you all to enjoy, and now that there is less chaos going on in my life I am very excited to finish it.
I did want to come on here and ask everyone’s opinion-
Would you rather get use me like a drug in parts or all in one go? Comment what you think!
Um I work at a summer camp now?! Literally a dream job for me, the past 2 months have been hectic with moving and getting settled in a new place so I haven’t done a lot of writing but I have quite a few works in progress. I haven’t felt this at peace in awhile, I don’t think I want to leave where I’m at anytime soon, especially when I’m falling hopelessly for a boy. Anyways maybe I’ll share something I wrote about him with you all! I hope you all are well!
warnings: mommy!kink , sub!taeyong, begging, semi-breeding kink??, soft-dom!reader, literally just smut wish some fluff at the end
->ive been thinking about this all day thank you @nctdeeznutz for the inspiration… please enjoy xxx
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I liked to be in control of a lot of things in my life— sex was not and had never been one of them. Well, until of course, I met Taeyong. Maybe it was the doe eyes and the innocence in their sheen that made my submissive role become over shadowed, that made me want to have him how I wanted and leave him whining for me.
It made my insides hot, an unclaimed desire in my wake. I wanted to hear taeyong’s pretty mewls and moans as I made him cum.
Tonight i found myself at my boyfriends dorm, he had his LED lights on and a faint bluish purple colored the room. I lay at his side, my head in his neck as i cuddled close to him, he played a new demo he’d been working on. He hummed along the vibrations of his throat and chest making my core clench. I moved my head the slightest bit as to kiss his pretty neck. I suckled lightly at his soft skin.
“No marks, Y/n.” His tone was a breathless whisper as his resolve left him.
“Mmm, you’re no fun.” Though I did understand his reasoning, he couldn’t afford to be seen all marked up with hickeys on his neck. I would leave them on his hips occasionally, before taking him down my throat, they wouldn’t be so easily seen.
I pulled myself on top of him, my legs straddling his waist and my chest flush against his. I looked into his big eyes before I smiled and kissed him. It was hot, his hands were urgent at my hips, guiding me as i ground my hips deliciously against his. I pulled the sweatshirt he wore up his torso, it was a signal i wanted him to take it off, he put his arms up and I helped him peel it from his body.
His cheeks were pink as I stared down at him, tracing patterns on his chest. His eyes were large and pleading. He wanted me to do everything to his body, his facade of control washed away. When I continued to stare at him and not make a move he shifted his hips against me with a whine.
“Aw,” I place my hand on his cheek, “Is my little baby needy?” He nodded his head eyebrows scrunched up in pleading. His mouth was slightly open and his full lips tempted me.
I leaned down tugging his lower lip between my teeth pulling back and letting it go, “beg.” I prompt, and he does. Grabbing my hand kissing up my arm begging me please between kisses.
“Please-“
Kiss
“Please use my body-“
Kiss
“Take me, please-“
Kiss
“I’ll do anything for you-“
Kiss
He worships my body as he begs me to fuck him. To take his cum. I don’t fold yet, I find pleasure in watching him try to find a new weak spot, my neck, he tugs my shirt up tugging my nipples with his teeth whilst looking up at me with those doe eyes. He presses his hips up into me and I feel how badly he wants me and I smirk, reaching down to palm him as he sucks at my nipples, and I smirk when his whole body responds to me, stroking against my hand.
“You think you deserve it?” I ask, just to put him further on edge.
“Please, please, please-“ it’s muffled at first before he drops my nipple from his mouth and continuing, “Please fuck me, mommy please.”
Heat courses through every part of me and all I can see is him, all I want to see and feel is him. I push him down on his back, moving back further onto his thighs and pulling down his sweat shorts, he even lifts his hips for me. His cock springs free and I take him into my mouth, pulling a moan from Taeyongs pretty lips.
God, everything about Taeyong was pretty. His face, his eyes his collar bones, his moans, his hands, his hips— and so was his cock. I couldn’t explain it any other way than pretty. All of him. I circled his tip with my tongue, tasting him before going down until he hit the back of my throat, making my eyes water and my throat contract, I felt the drool on my chin as i bobbed my head. I was making a mess of him, he was breathing heavy, containing the moans. I didn’t like it I wanted to hear him.
I pulled off of him to which he whined, but I pushed my panties off and moved up, straddling his hips again. I lined us up and I sank onto him, the stretch was euphoric, I let out a moan and so did he. There was laughter out in the living room, talking, a reminder that we were not at my place where we could be as loud as we liked.
I smirked, “Afraid of getting caught baby?” Teasing him, I rolled my hips and moan and he whines. His eyes darting to the door as someone walks down the hall.
“We have to be quiet.” His words are breathless.
I hum rolling my hips, feeling him inside me, “Anyone could walk in on us,” I prompt in a breathless whisper, “The doors not locked, they could see you all submissive, obedient for me.” The roll of my hips grows harsher, because I’m getting wetter at the thought of one of his members walking in and seeing me on top. Taking what I want from Taeyong. I bounce on him, holding onto his hips, I want to drag pretty moans from his mouth.
“P-please-“ pleasure clouds his eyes and I bounce harder out skin slapping lightly. He desperately grabs at something, pulling it to his face. The big stuffed bunny I’d been resting my head on. He bites onto the head, holding it to himself, and muffling his moans.
The scene undoes me, stuffed bunny pulled to his chest while I milk his cock, Jesus- I bring my hand down and rub my clit in harsh circles breathing heavy. Watching Taeyongs pretty eyes roll back in his head teeth still clenching the bunny and feeling hot spurts of his cum fill me up.
My breath hitch’s as I cum, the roll of my hips erratic as I ride my high with Taeyong quivering with after shocks beneath me. This, I could do this, feel this for the rest of my life and never get bored. Never fucking complain. Because it was all I wanted all I needed.
“Taeyong-“ I moaned, squeezing my eyes shut, my mouth agape and legs shaky.
My eyes locked with his the second I opened them again. Taeyongs cock still buried to the hilt, still filling me up. I smiled at him before leaning down, chest to chest, my lips hovered over his.
“I love you.” He says first
“I love you more than I can even comprehend.” I tell him, because I needed to proclaim it, tell him how he effected me.
“I know.” He smiles all giddy, and I about melt into him. Because god he is everything.
I squeeze his cheek smiling wider, and I muse— “Pretty boy.”
Author’s note: This is my first time posting my own work on here….A little nervous. I just hope my imagination was accurately described during the smut. To think this started because of Taeyong and his sunset lamp light that he uses in some of of IG stories. Because in my story he’s just a bottom!b*tch. He honestly will be the death of me. The OC has the restraint I WISH I had for this man jfc. PLEASE DNI IF YOU ARE UNDERAGE!!!!
Warnings: dirty talk, oral, (self)handjob, unprotected sex (wrap it up like pig in a blanket, yall. frfr), established relationship, descriptive usage of lights and shadows, just pure, filthy, unruly, and insatiable sub!Tae, OC is kinda domish (if you squint one eye just a wee bit)
Sneekie Peekies👀: He smiled from her question and his own ministrations causing him to shiver. It felt too good to finally be seen. The look in his eyes was so intense but his eyelids laid so low. Almost making him look sleepy. “Tell me I look pretty in our new light.” His demand was soft but so loud.
Just thinking about riding this Taeyong’s 🕹 and like ya he looks tough here but he’d be all subby and shit- and yes the bunny would stay on the bed while you fuck I don’t make the rules xD
"You will say 'red' if it gets too much, understand?" He asks, lining himself up, and you see it in his eyes and hear it in his voice. There is more to his story, things that he hasn't told, things he may never tell. But you were going to try and uncover them for him. Because there were demons, ghosts of memories that he has yet to face. You simply nod to his request, fold to him and his desires, let him have you as he will.
-> hey everyone! I felt I needed to post something for Valentine’s Day so here’s a scene from a fic I’m writing, can’t give much detail because spoilers and it has yet to be announced because it is part of an existing fic but please enjoy!
warnings: kinda stockholm syndrome, mentions of death, knife play/knife kink, Taeyong had lost it, LOL peace and love!
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Taeyong opened his mouth, sticking his tongue out just enough for me to see the small pink candy heart on his tongue.
‘Be mine’ it read, he smirked tilting his head. I was shaking- everything about him should make me run, he still held his knife. I shook my head slowly, no, no, but that fiendish look in his eyes and the widening smirk made me hot, made me clench around nothing.
“Is my flower scared?” He stepped forward pressing the tip of the blade to my cheek and grazing it along my skin until it reached my throat, “Maybe I should give you a taste.” And with that he smashed his mouth to mine, hard, I whimpered before he pushed the candy heart into my mouth with his tongue.
He was a sick fucking bastard, he terrified me in ways I could not comprehend. But part of me wanted him, to the end, knife to the throat, blood pouring form wounds that the crazy motherfucker caused. It was dangerous, hot, riddled with incomprehensible pain and strife and trauma that ran deeper than a knife in my flesh.
One too many screws had come loose in the boys brain, he was unhinged, uncontrolled even by god himself. He wanted to see me obey, and bleed over his blade. Though there were many things wrong with me as well, because I wanted it, I craved it. I would let him carve his very name into my skin, because I’d give myself to him, let him have control over my life if it meant pleasure. He wouldn’t kill me. At least not on purpose. I was an obsession, a toy that made him lucid.
The candy coated my mouth, my throat, he was all that surrounded me.
“How many did you kill today?”
The giggle that bubbled from his throat should have unsettled me, should have pulled me back to reality but instead it pushed me to the brink. I would loose myself in him.
“Maybe 10.” He smirked again, his eyes going dark, “So I will make you cum 10 times.”
“What connects those two factors?”
“Absolutely nothing, I just got turned on thinking of all the ways I could make you bleed.”
My breath was heavy in my chest, my panties were soaking themselves of their own accord. And I don’t think anyone was going to be able to save me from the fire burning inside me. But then again in this moment I didn’t really care.
My voice shook again, no longer out of fear but for the anticipation, the sting I’d feel as the blade sliced my skin, and the tickle of the blood as it trickled from the wounds.
genre: sixth sense/ghost hunter!soobin, high school au, s2l, fluff with plot basically
wc: tbd, aiming for at least 10k :)
summary: several days before halloween, you find the quiet boy who you share some classes with staring up into your bedroom. you’re a little creeped out, and miles more scared, but then he tells you something that changes how you see, well, everything.
warnings: (in this teaser) mentions of murder/serial killers, mentions of stalking, cursing, reader is scared scared, some overthinking on the reader’s part
note: this may be a halloween fic and november might almost be over, but i still wanted to get this out there. it’s the first time in months that i’ve worked on a full-blown fic, so i hope you guys are excited :)
“You cant love Min Yoongi, he doesn’t know how to love. Or care for that matter. You’ll just end up getting hurt.”
pairing: assassin!yoongi x reader
warnings: injury - blood - trauma - confessions -
word count: 3.2k
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Morning, maybe it was the quiet of it you loved, where you got lost and your mind drifted ever so slightly forgetting of its troubles. It was pure, you longed for its innocence, though it never lasted there was work to be done. You dreaded its comfort passing on into the afternoon, but alas it must. A heavy yet hollow knock sounded on your door.
"You up?" Jungkook's voice asked through the door, You hummed, and with that the door opened, "Come on, Up, breakfast is ready."
"I'm fine."
"Come on Y/n, Its your first mission in awhile, You gotta' fuel up."
"Jungkook, really, I'm fine."
"It wasn't an invitation," He moved closer to your bed, You gasped when he pulled you up and practically tossed you over his shoulder, "I was telling you."
"Jeon Jungkook! You put me down right now!" You exclaimed, he didn't listen, though when did he ever? Only setting you down in a chair at the table, where a few of the others were scattered around eating. You puffed out a sigh.
Jimin snorted, "You're just going to manhandle her like that?"
"If it gets her to eat, Yes." he said, before looking to you and pointed to your plate which still sat empty, "You, eat, and then get ready."
"What? Are you gonna make me do Mindful Yoga?"
"We're going on a run." He stated, "I'll meet you by the door in 45."
You Sighed before grabbing a muffin from the center of the table, eating it slowly as you zoned out. The quite seeming to take over your mind again, finding it hard to feel anything with your heart. It had almost been as if your body had been put into a state of preservation— you didn't want to protect yourself from it, you didn't want to hide. Rather, you wanted to understand the numbness that made you feel so alone and isolated, you didn't want to be alone.
"Hey." Yoongi's voice cut through your thoughts, he stood in the door way, "You ok?"
You looked around the table, only noticing now that you were in fact alone, "Hey, I'm fine, you don't have to worry about me."
Humming he pointed to the half eaten muffin in your hand, "Eat."
The word wasn't harsh, soft, actually. Because the truth was that, Yoongi did worry about you, ever since the other night when you lay helpless in his arms with tears falling down your cheeks. He didn't want to worry, he didn't want to care, and yet he did. It frustrated him that you made him cautious, when had he ever been delicate? Curious to know what was going on in your head, and try to find a way to fix it. He didn't fix things, or people for that matter, he broke them.
What made you any different?
"You ready for tonight?" He'd gone on to ask anyway, pushing his thoughts aside.
"Mmhm." You nodded your head, "You?"
"When am I not?" He said before pausing, "You- You're with Jungkook tonight, right?" Yoongi fought the grimace on his face when the younger boys name left his mouth.
"Ya, so I'll be extra ready." You nodded, holding up your fists before letting a giggle bubble from your throat.
He gave a tight lipped smile, though it seemed forced, "You'll be safe with him." And with that the mysterious boy turned and walked out of the dinning room. You furrowed your brow at his odd behavior before ultimately shrugging it off and finishing your muffin.
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"Come on no slacking now!" Jungkook shouted back at you. He was quite a ways ahead of you on the trail that was lined with gargantuan pine trees. You had stopped bent over, your hands resting on your knees as you breathed heavily.
"You're- insane." You said between breaths, "We've ran like 6 miles."
"Don't be so dramatic y/n, its only been two." He spoke once he had jogged back to you, you sighed begrudgingly, "Fine, we'll take a break, walk the rest of the way back. Ok?"
"Thank the lord." You said before collapsing onto the dirt path, trying to catch your breath. You looked up to Jungkook after awhile, only to find him looking at you, he had never been good at hiding his emotions on his face. You could easily see the worry stitched into his knitted brows, the contemplative chewing of his inner cheek.
"What's on your mind Kook?" You asked, His big eyes quickly found yours.
"Are you sure you're ready for tonight? I dont want you to get to far in over your head, I just want you to know that its ok to back out-"
"Jungkook I'll be fine, It'll be good for me, I need to get back into action. Plus, would you rather me sit in my room the whole night and watch The Notebook for the 100th time?"
"I know I know, I just dont want you to get hurt."
"Kook, I can take care of myself and I'll have you."
Though your reassurance didn't calm the worry in his heart, he knew how fragile you still were, losing Win effected you more than words could say. Everyone saw it, everyone felt it. Eating less, smiling less, sitting in your bedroom doing nothing because you had no desire to get up from the comforting blanket cocoon. A numbness had settled on your brain, your body, finding it harder to care for yourself mentally and physically. Your typical self care felt draining, longer periods between showers, Your face oily from going unwashed and pampered the additions of a pimple or two. You knew you needed this, you needed to start living again, helping the others to make life at least feel normal-- you didn't want the others to treat you like a hurt puppy anymore.
"Alright, if you say you're ready then I believe you." He said
"Thank you." You smiled, a silence filling the space between you. You stood, dusting off your pants as you did before both of you continued walking down the path.
"Y/n, I just want you to know that you can talk to me, about anything." He said, his voice becoming soft.
You could only smile, You truly appreciated how sweet Jungkook was being. He seemingly knew you inside out and backwards, you couldnt be more grateful for the boy you grew up with. But you knew what he was trying to do, he wanted you to open up to tell him all about what was running through your head, and its not that you didn't want to. You just truthfully didn't know either, your thoughts moved faster, the steady hum from their erratic movement-- like white noise that only assisted the numbness. It felt as if you were living in slow motion while everyone else buzzed by.
"I wish I could talk about it." You were surprised to hear your own voice at first.
"What do you mean?" He asked and you knew there was no way out of this conversation.
"There's nothing to talk about."
"There's always something to talk about."
You sighed, "I mean, my thoughts are moving so fast that its brain numbing. How can someone not be able to comprehend their own thoughts, Jungkook?" He thought about it for a moment before speaking.
"Maybe you dont want to. Comprehend what your thoughts are saying, I mean." You gave him a look as if telling him to go on, "Trauma response. It's very possible that your mind is sublimely blocking your thoughts about the events for fear of facing it or acknowledging its truths."
"Do you really think so?" You asked quietly, you'd never thought of that.
"A lot happened that day, Y/n. The trauma you're facing is inevitable, but that doesn't mean you have to face it alone."
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You thought about what Jungkook had said the rest of the day; trauma. The way it twisted and toiled its way into your brain, leaving you sleepless at night, only falling asleep after the constant flow of tears on your cheeks became too exhausting on your mind. Though you were physically exhausted as well, The toil in your head triggered the rest of your body, you felt weak, helpless, lazy. You knew that wasn't the case, that you would survive this pain, that though it cut deep and stung in more ways than one, It was only temporary and it too would pass. We hurt and we heal.
The house was bustling when you and Jungkook returned, a tension hung in the air, You couldnt tell if it was because of the uncertainties of the mission or you. However you knew it was the latter, with the side glances and mumbling. It irked you, you weren't a child, you didn't need to be treated like a wounded baby bird anymore.
"You all can stop walking on eggshells around me." You stated suddenly and promptly, "Its annoying. I'm not going to break."
Everyone seemed to be surprised by your small outburst, Not exactly knowing how to react to your words. A few army members bowed and lightly apologized before going off somewhere.
"You have some spirit today." Jimin nudged you as you came up and stood next to him and with the others in an unprecise circle.
"Is she ready?" Namjoon asked Jungkook who also joined the circle, sitting next to him. He spoke quietly to the youngest boy so that he was the only one to hear the question as he kept his eyes on his dear sister.
"Ready as ever."
"Good."
Namjoon had been worried about you, how could he not be? Though you weren't his innocent and fragile younger sister anymore he still put himself responsible anytime you were hurt, in any sense. He convinced himself that it was somehow his fault, However he'd never tell you that, he didn't want to worry you.
"So everyone's aware of what we're doing tonight?" Namjoon finally spoke out to everyone who nodded at his question, "And you're all aware how important it is that this goes well?"
"Yes we're all aware." Jimin clarified for everyone.
"Alright then." Joon nodded looking around the semi-circle that had formed around him, he locked eyes with a few members, "We only have a few hours to prepare, so do what you have to."
With those words everyone began to disperse, but you watched, your eyes remaining on your older brother who was answering questions of a few army members that approached him. His brows knitted together, a serious expression seemingly pressed into his features. Your brother always looked so tough, you knew he had a soft side, but you also knew he would never show it to anyone in this room aside from you. You could see the stress in his eyes, it was etched in the bags underneath his eyes as well, the burden of being the leader of an organized crime affiliation was evidently taking a toll on him. Often you wished you could just leave, see a smile on his lips that was once again real. If you were to be honest, though you had made many great friends as a member of Bangtan, Namjoon was truly the only thing holding you there.
Being a part of Bangtan also meant sacrifice. You had sacrificed your life, your innocence, for a cause that you weren't sure about anymore. You'd watched many people die, However, none of them had affected you like Win. How much more were you willing to sacrifice? Would you go until you had nothing left? You didn't know.
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Finally the sun had set, bringing the day to a close and a night of chance to a start, nerves coursed through your veins as you got into the back of an unlabeled black van with Jungkook and a few others. You knew you weren't the only one whose nerves racked their minds, in fact you could sense the unease of the other members, for no one knew what you were about to walk into. You felt anxious the entire ride, as the van bumped along the road before coming to a stop and the hum of the engine ceased to rattle your mind any longer.
The back doors of the van were opened by a member of army and everyone filed out of the back and into the alley beside a rather tall building where the two leaders of the respective gangs would meet. Your unit was on standby just outside the building.
'Tell us what you see Namjoon.' Taehyung's voice came through the earpiece, invading the silence. Taehyung had tried hacking into any and every camera, but there either wasn't any cameras or their system was just that good.
'It's quiet and dark- there's not a whole lot to see.' Namjoon quickly relayed
"Ok continue nice and steady." Jungkook spoke from your side, his hands resting on the rifle strapped to his chest.
'Jungkook your team should move in.' Taehyung spoke again, 'Keep a relative distance but just incase, we want you as close as possible.'
"Copy that." Jungkook said before signaling us to follow him into the dark building, you studied your surroundings sweeping the floor with your flashlights. It was so quiet that it made your ears ring, it was too quiet.
"It shouldn't be this quiet." You verbalized your thoughts, no one said a word and you swear you felt as everyone held their breathes. Listening, waiting to hear a pin drop in this deafening and hollowing silence. And it came, a barrage of gunshots and flashes coming from ahead of us, there was shouting-- shit.
Namjoons voice barreled through your earpieces, 'It's an ambush everyone fallback!'
Another voice came through and the words made your blood run cold, 'Yoongi's down!'
You couldn't think, all you knew was that you needed to move, you felt Jungkook try to grab at your arm but you were too fast. Your heart was in your throat and you could finally seem to make sense of the thoughts in your head because you were moving at their speed. No, no, no, no, no, no, no please, NO, NO, NOT AGAIN! NO ONE ELSE! The voice in your head was so loud you didn't hear Namjoon yell your name as you breezed past him, it only mattered that you reached Yoongi before it was too late- before there was too much blood, you couldnt handle that much blood especially now.
You saw him laying on the floor firing his gun at a balcony above as the last of the group headed for the exit, his hand clutching his side and there was blood seeping between his fingers, your breathes came quick as you reached him. He looked up at you and his eyes blew wide, you saw the emotions faze through their dark hue, the main one being anger shadowed with worry.
"What the fuck are you doing!? Go!"
You shook your head vigorously, "Not without you."
"Damnit, Y/n!" It was Jungkook's voice coming from behind you as you draped one of Yoongi's arms around your shoulder.
"Help me get him up kook!" You yelled back at him, Jungkook grabbed Yoongi's hand and pulled the man to his feet and draped his other arm around his shoulder and then you both helped Yoongi along.
"You're both fucking idiots." Yoongi scolded, but his words weren't as hard and his breathing was labored
"You're welcome." Kook grumbled.
You made it out and everyone was loading back into the vans, Jungkook helped you lay Yoongi on the metal floor of the van before climbing in and shutting the doors after him, the van peeled out of the parking lot and sped to the estate. You took off your shirt leaving you in the tight cami that you had on underneath, you press the fabric against the wound and Yoongi winced at the contact. You had to stop the bleeding, you would stop the bleeding.
"You ok?" Your voice was more shaken than you'd anticipated it being.
"I've been better." he said letting out a groan, "You shouldn't have-"
"Don't tell me I shouldn't have gone back for you." you whispered, "I wasn't going to leave you to die." you didn't look at him, just focused on maintaining pressure on the wound, but you felt his eyes boring into you. After a moment you felt his eyes drift off to were Jungkook sat on the bench behind you.
"Dont look at me." Jungkook said
"I'll stitch you up when we get back." You spoke
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"Where do you want him?"
You pointed to the kitchen island and the army members that carried him placed him there, you thanked them as they left and then grabbed the first aid kit from under the sink. You finally looked at Yoongi to find him staring back at you.
"The bleeding hasnt stopped, is the bullet still in their?" you asked him your voice shakier than ever.
He finally shakes his head, "It grazed me, It's not as bad as it looks."
You sighed washing your hands, you pushed up his shirt and grabbing your shirt that was still balled up against the wound, you felt his blood on your hands. You forced yourself to swallow the bile rising in your throat. You let out a breath before grabbing gauze and trying to clean the wound as best you could.
You heard shouts from you brother and your friend draw closer to the kitchen, great, another thing you had to deal with while you tried to stich Yoongi's wound.
"Namjoon, dont-" You heard Jungkook say as they entered the space,
"Get your hands off m! Y/n what the hell were you thinking?"
"She is trying to focus, she did not run after him for nothing!"
"Oh yes, let us talk about how you didnt fucking stop her! I trusted you to protect her!"
"And she is just fine! WHat the fuck is your problem?!" Jungkook shouted over Yoongi's groans as he got up in Namjoon's face. You had tears streaming down your face, as you tried to focus on the task at hand, as they continued to bicker back and forth.
"Both of you out!" You finally screamed, turning to face the two with your blood covered hands, "I'm trying to save a life and you're not helping, So go take up empty space somewhere else!" The males were shocked at your outburst, but You ignored their expressions before turning back to Jungkook, taking a deep breath before getting back to work.
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You had the needle close to your face, trying the best you could to thread the needle in order to stitch up the wound. It was just you and Yoongi now, the others were sitting and waiting in the living room.
"Breathe." You looked down to Yoongi, you nodded, doing as told. You tried again this time easily threading the needle, You doused the wound in hydergine peroxide which made him wince. The bleeding had subsided a bit so your heart wasn't as frantic in your chest.
He was quiet until you started stitching, "Namjoon's right, you shouldn't have gone back for me."
"Dont, Yoongi."
"I would've been fine."
"You would've been dead." You looked into his eyes and your emotions betrayed you as a tear fell down your cheek."
There was a pause again, "You dont have to worry about me, Y/n."
"I wasn't going to leave you." you spoke and your voice was firm.
"Why not?"
"Because you dont leave people you love behind."
a/n: FINALLY! Omg I’ve been working on this for nearly a year! This year has been insane and I’m sorry I haven’t had time to update this series but I plan to finish it in 2022! I hope you all love it!
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