FOREST BRIDE | Min Yoongi | Oneshot | Requested by Anon
Original Request: hii i would like to request an arranged marriage au that turned out as a healthy relationship, unlike where oc came from y'know family full of mistreatment and favoritism. any member is fine! thank u!
Plot: The business transaction of a marriage between two previous warring clans takes an unexpected turn.
Pairing: Yoongi x OC (Name: Kiku)
Genre: Historical Inspired | Arranged Marriage
Rating: 18+
Word Count: 8.9k
Warnings: emotionally distanced family dynamics, emotional abuse and bullying from family members, minor character death (mentioned), angst, explicit sexual content (unprotected, gentle).
Author's Note: This was soo much fun to do! I hope you like reading it as much as I loved writing it! Thank you to the anon who requested this <3
Kiku was a quiet daughter amongst children of four in the Moon Clan. She was in the middle of the line of birth, often keeping to herself while her father doted on her brothers and her mother babied Hanaka, her sister. Kaito, the oldest son of their family, was the only person who ever paid attention Kiku.
He taught her how to play the Koto when they were younger. The soft plucking of strings were the only sounds she made in her household. Her mother, Keiko complimented the sound with the assumption that it was Hanaka. When Kaito explained that it was Kiku, their mother pointed the lack of precision at the ends of each verse.
Kiku felt safe and comforted under the wing of Kaito.
But fate had other plans.
Kaito grew sick after a hunting wound turned gangrenous and the winter only worsened his condition. When he passed, Kiku felt the searing and back-breaking weight of her family's scrutiny.
Suddenly she was no longer Kaito's companion. She was a mouth they didn't want to feed.
On the fresh cusp of spring, her parents unceremoniously announced her arrangement to marry the chief of the Onyx clan. Their rival.
"Kaito said they were dangerous," Kiku said as she knelt on the ground of their main living area. Her parents stared down at her while Hanaka and their younger brother Haruki sat on the cushioned mat.
"Kaito isn't here. Don't name him when we haven't finished mourning, stupid girl," Keiko spoke through gritted teeth.
"You will marry Chief Min Yoongi and give this family an important alliance," Daiki said with a finality to his tone.
The Onyx Clan was notorious for raiding other clans, enslaving their high-born families and treating any foreign spouses like dirt. Preventing them from causing any problems in the Moon Clan was to keep them at bay with something that they didn't think was a risk.
Keiko would never send Hanaka to a place like that. Perhaps Kiku was prepared specifically for this very alliance, forcing themselves not to love her so they could make a difficult decision. Perhaps that was just her own heart trying to find a glimpse of love in a place that had none for her since the beginning.
Kiku lowered her head in a solemn acceptance, her dress still black and her heart still raw from mourning the only family member who loved her. "I will do as you wish."
-
The wedding flourished during a misty, cold morning just at the skirts of dawn where purple kissed the edges of the mountains. Kiku wore a white dress of pretty silk, embroidered in both ivory and crimson thread as if the cloth bled. A white veil laid over her head giving the world around her more of a misty vision.
They held the wedding in the central border between the Moon and Onyx Clan. There was a gentle plain where it was decorated with flowers, divided with wood and a tea set prepared on a small wooden table. Her father walked her over to the table.
Kiku forced herself not to look at her groom just yet. Instead staring at the teapot in front of them, spouting a plume of steam with the faint hint of jasmine and honey in her nose. Tea ceremonies during weddings were a common tradition amongst both clans. Thankfully, it was a tea that Kiku enjoyed but the symbol of it dawned on her like a heavy weight on her back.
Sharing tea with a man outside her family was a sign that she was now connected to him. Bonded to him. A man that Kiku hadn't even looked at yet. So she gained some bravery within herself and stared up.
Min Yoongi wasn't a large man but he was taller than her. In this vulnerable state, he looked like a looming statue. It wasn't necessarily his stature but his presence that created weight. His black eyes pierced deeply into her as if peeling off layers of every protective sense she had of herself.
A deep scar ran down his eye, making it a little greyer than the left eye. His lips were pursed and a little pink while his pitch black hair was long to the nape. Short hair was often a sign of a deadly warrior. Someone who killed many without mercy and had little honour. At least that was what her parents told her.
The esteemed monk stepped to the front of the altar and began to recite ancient chants of a bonding ritual. Kiku tried to focus on the words but she couldn't stop keeping Yoongi's gaze. His eyes softened just then when she wasn't loosening her gaze either. As if he was waiting for her to look at him.
For a brief moment, Kiku noticed something gentle behind that demeanour. Or perhaps it was yet again her mind tricking her into feeling something positive when her world was turning upside down and she couldn't do anything about it. Yoongi glanced briefly over to the monk as they stepped to the table.
He waved his hands as he spoke his chants before gesturing to a young boy.
It was the father's duty to pour the tea. So Daiki poured it with a solemn face, almost bored. The waft of jasmine and honey coated her nose, giving her some comfort.
The groom shared his tea with the bride first. Yoongi's hands were veined heavily as if he were training in the dark hours of the morning before coming here. He reached out carefully, slow enough so Kiku didn't feel shocked. He pulled at the fabric and revealed her face, the cold morning breeze kissing her heated up skin.
Yoongi picked the tea cup, softly placing the brim of the cup to her lips.
Kiku kept her eyes on him right until she felt the warm honey touch of the tea on her tongue. She slowly pressed her lips together as he pulled the cup away. Just as Yoongi's cup clinked down, she picked up her own cup.
Yoongi lowered his head a little, making it easy to her to gently tip the cup. He took a sip, his throat bobbed up and down before she placed it back on the table.
The ceremony had been sealed. Even as Kiku foolishly tried to look back and say goodbye to her family, her mother was already fixing Hanaka's hair and her father continued speaking to Haruki. Niether of them gave any indication that they wished for a goodbye so Kiku turned back without a word.
Yoongi held her hand, just barely brushing at first to ensure Kiku would respond.
Kiku curled her fingers around his, allowing him to fully intertwine together before making way to the horses.
Yoongi clasped her waist, pushing her up to sit on the horse. Then he sat behind her, grabbing the reins as the scent of rain wafted in Kiku's nose.
The air turned wet to the touch and she noticed the darkened splotches on the tree bark of a soft drizzle slowly turning to gentle rain.
"Are you sure you don't want to speak to them?" Yoongi uttered his first question as her husband and Kiku wasn't sure how to respond or feel.
Kiku glanced briefly at her family, seeing Haruki rubbing his brow in boredom while her mother was still having a conversation with Hanaka, touching her chin. Still none of them tried to look her away. "It's alright."
Yoongi didn't order the horse to move for a few minutes before a small hum vibrated through his chest, tingling her back. "Very well," he said. He made a clicking noise and the horse began to gallop at a steady pace.
The forest that was considered Moon Clan's territory was an identical stream of teal leaved trees and small wildflowers, clustered amongst light brown mushrooms and wet lands. Kiku enjoyed walking through them purely because it was peace outside of her household.
However, Onyx Clan's territory harboured something so different that it almost felt magical. There were still those collections of teal leaved trees that wafted a sweet scent. Other than that, she saw patches of yellow and pink flowers, flat mushrooms that blushed at the edges and pretty deep green vines that wrapped around dark tree bark.
The sun began peeking a sharp light at the edge of the mountains, making the distant rivers look like melted gold.
The Onyx Clan itself was a beautiful village, with calmly sleeping cows and horses in their stables. Night food stalls open for business as families were out to eat chilli noodles and honeycomb candy. Moon Clan was so used to clean diets and fresh fish that the deep, spiced notes of the stalls overwhelmed Kiku, reminding her even more than she wasn't in her old household anymore.
People of the Onyx Clan gave way when they noticed Yoongi riding into the village. Their faces filled with smiles and excited whispers as they noticed her white dress. A little girl waved shyly at her.
Kiku hesitated but waved back with a faint smile.
As they arrived to the main cluster of houses for the high-born Min family, Kiku saw a group of people waiting for them.
Yoongi jumped off the house with a thud before gently holding onto Kiku again and helping her onto the ground as well. A small set of stairs led up to the cluster of houses.
When they reached, the older woman in centre gave a kind smile. By the way she was dressed in a beautiful silk kimono and the way Yoongi bowed low when seeing her, Kiku knew she was the matriarch of the family. Seeing so much kindness after her grief was something Kiku hadn't prepared herself to expect. So for a moment, she felt lost and unable to respond. She managed to give a wide enough smile.
"Bloody hell, Yoongi, you scared the shit out of her," a young woman from the side chuckled. Not in mockery but just jovial nature.
"Yun," the older woman reprimanded with a serious expression. "Manners." She turned back to Kiku with a smile. "Sorry, my dear, I understand you're in a new place. And our clans haven't had the best relationship but you are family now." She reached out and touched her hand.
Kiku could've been moved to tears at a warm mother's touch but she kept herself strong.
"My name is Hwayoung," she said. "These are my daughters Nari and Yun. I have a son named Yeong but he's away on a trip and will return tomorrow."
Kiku nodded. "It's lovely to meet you."
Hwayoung's flickered to Yoongi. "Let's have dinner and then you both can go rest."
After their dinner concluded and Kiku's belly was warm, they convened back to their bed chambers.
Kiku was given night dresses and also new clothes for the next few days. Especially since her family didn't give her any dress to take except for one.
For a while, the room was left empty with just Kiku watching the fire flicker before skimming through the books laid upon the mantle. It was mostly war and history stories along with some manuals on mastering the sword. Kiku wished she had some books on the Koto to play and fill her days that didn't have to do with having Yoongi's children. But she wasn't sure.
Hwayoung and Yoongi's sisters seemed nice enough but there was no way of telling whether it was a momentary ruse. After all, they couldn't be rude to her in front of everyone. Although a part of Kiku wanted to believe that their kind faces were genuine.
The door then clicked open. Yoongi walked through, wearing a relaxed black silk shirt and his hair tousled as if he had just taken a bath. He closed the door behind him, expression taken aback for a moment as if he hadn't expected someone in his bed chambers before softening.
"Do you have everything you need?" Yoongi asked.
"Yes, thank you." Kiku walked forward to him as he sat at the edge of the bed. She didn't say anything yet but Yoongi's throat bobbed up and down.
Stammering, he said. "We can just sleep."
Kiku blinked curiously. Of all the things she expected, this wasn't one of them. It was relieving that he was kind but to completely let her adjust to the new place was not on the list of expectation. "Are you sure?"
"I'm sure," Yoongi said, keeping his eyes on her. "It's been a long day. We should both rest."
Kiku intertwined her fingers together and nodded, feeling a strange warmth in her chest. "Alright. Good night."
-
In the morning, Kiku awoke to an empty space in her bed. When one of the maidservants entered to serve her, she explained that Yoongi went out to train early in the morning just before breakfast to keep him awake.
Kiku hoped she didn't look scared to deter him into performing any marital duties. Perhaps throughout the day, she could try to comfort him. She knew what she was getting into.
After taking a warm bath with the maidservant being surprisingly gentle and kind, Kiku was called into breakfast by Hwayoung.
The Min family gathered under a gazebo structure made from black wood. It was round and the food laid out smelled like home in a place that hadn't been her home for a full day yet. Baked fish, soups, rice, fruits for sweetness. It was a spread for something that usually rushed in her family. Or at least Kiku would have to eat quickly.
Kiku sat down next to Yoongi while Yun and Nari continued on their conversation. Yoongi's brother, Yeong came in from his trip and he looked a softer compared to his older brother and smiled often. Usually making jokes with his mother.
Yoongi ate fish and seemed to prefer the soups over rice.
While the others were deep in their conversation, Kiku leaned in slightly. "How was training?" she asked.
Yoongi looked up, again a little shocked but quickly softened. "It was good."
"Yoongi gets quite sore after his training, Kiku," Yun said with a small smirk. "Maybe later in the afternoon, you should give him a massage. Lord knows he needs a good one."
Yoongi glared for a moment but Kiku found it endearing.
"Yun," Hwayoung reprimanded but with a playful air this time rather than the disciplinary one of last night. "Kiku should not be forced to do anything she doesn't want to."
Kiku stammered. "I'm alright with it. I used to give shoulder massages to my brother all the time."
Yoongi cleared his throat. "It's really alright." He nodded.
Kiku smiled politely, lowering her head.
"Perhaps Kiku should come spend the day with us since brother insists on being boring," Yun said.
"I am new here," Kiku said.
"A tour then," Nari said.
Hwayoung perked up. "You can take her down to the markets and get some silks or jewellery. There's lots of music playing there too."
Kiku blinked curiously. "Would there be any Koto players?"
"You like the Koto?" Hwayoung asked.
"My brother taught me how to play." Kiku's heart clenched at the mention of him again. It had been so lovely to be in a place like this. How nice would it have been if their family all spoke so easily to one another.
"That's sweet. How is your brother now?"
"He's passed away," Kiku said.
"I'm sorry, my dear." Hwayoung's eyes turned sad. Both of empathy for her but something else. "I lost my husband a while ago as well. I understand it can feel empty." The table turned quiet for a few moments to remember their father
"Thank you." Kiku's words were simple but Hwayoung didn't fully realise just how much comforting words directed at her. Like a warm, tight hug that she could cry into.
-
Kiku spent her time walking around with Yun and Nari as they explained all the ins and outs of the clan's main village. They had three smaller towns that used the same supplies and answered to Yoongi as Chief but this was the clan that Yoongi's ancestors had built and it was beautiful.
Nari took her to the bookshop and silk store. Kiku bought herself a pretty purple silk dress while also getting books on poetry that she used to enjoy listening to. A poetess would visit their clan when they were younger and Kaito would work in the shadow puppet shows to re-enact them.
It was one of the few things Kiku was allowed to watch with the family while helping Kaito work with the puppets.
Then they went to the food stalls. Kiku ate spicy dumpling noodles with mushrooms foraged from the forest. Apparently they helped with childbearing as the old woman stated, clearly knowing that it was going to be her who bears the next Chief. Kiku hadn't quite let that sink in but even when she did think about it, it wasn't a horrible thought.
Kiku, Yun and Nari then made their way to the training grounds once their bellies were full and their cheeks hurt from laughing. Kiku hadn't laughed or smiled like this since Kaito made jokes to cheer her up. While they did bicker, Yun and Nari seemed like they were close and loving to one another.
Kiku wondered if Hanaka and her would have ever been like that if their mother didn't get involved so much.
At the centre of the training grounds, Kiku saw Yoongi training with his younger brother Yeong. He spoke instructions for Yeong to follow, keeping one hand behind his back as if to hinder himself from making any strong moves. Yeong kept his hands tight on the hilt of the sword, swinging right against Yoongi's parries as the clang of steel whistled in the air.
Kiku found herself seeing the concentrated scrunch of his dark brows, sharp jawline a little clenched as he parried another attack. His black hair was tied back with chunks of it falling over the frame of his face. "He does this every morning."
Yun hummed. "You like what you see?"
Kiku cleared her throat. "It's nice he's teaching his brother."
"Yeong should focus on his studies too but he keeps running to brother for more training," Nari said. "Yoongi never refuses. He likes training for no reason."
"Ever since father died, brother trains constantly. There's no war but he always says there might be danger," Yun said. "Even with your alliance, he's still weary." Nari quickly nudged her arm and for the first time, Yun felt a little uncomfortable.
Kiku pursed her lips together. She wondered if Yoongi was suspicious that her father would run an attack on them regardless of their alliance. While Kiku was a small risk to lose in the family, her father still may break the deal. She had little trust in her father and wouldn't be surprised if he wishes to prove some kind of point.
As she shifted in and out of her thoughts, Kiku saw Yoongi turn to notice them watching. Notice her watching. Kiku tried to look down at the wrapped silk dress in her arms, hoping it wouldn't look too suspicious. Yoongi turned to tell Yeong to take a break before making his way over to Kiku.
"Looks like your husband wishes to speak to you." Yun smirked, returning to her demeanour as if nothing happened. She pushed Nari towards Yeong to speak to him instead.
Yoongi raised his brow as his sisters rushed away. Beads of sweat had formed on his hairline as he met Kiku's gaze. "They didn't bother you too much?"
Kiku was shocked by what sounded like a genuine question. "No. They were lovely. They showed me around the main town."
"I can see that," Yoongi said before giving his sword away to a servant. "Come with me."
Kiku nodded and followed him out of the training grounds.
They moved from the training grounds back into the cluster of houses where the Min family resided. Yoongi escorted her to their personal house and Kiku wondered whether Yoongi wanted to pursue their marital duties now that he was given time.
It was strange but Kiku's heart pounded not quite out of fear or worry. It was simply curiosity and perhaps even a little excitement. Everything Yoongi had done so far was give her comfort.
As they entered the main house, a beautiful polished Koto stood in the living area.
Kiku's breath caught in her throat as she looked at the Koto which had beautiful ivory finishes and a soft chair to sit on while playing. "Is this for me?" she asked in a low tone.
"You said you used to play Koto. I figured you'd like to play in your free time," Yoongi said. "Your parents didn't pack much for your trip." He shrugged.
Kiku's lips parted as she reached out and touched the Koto. Memories of playing with her brother and learning every note with him burst in her like sweetness. Tears formed a thin gloss on her eyes, as she took a deep breath.
"Is it alright?" Yoongi asked.
"It's perfect," Kiku said. She turned and smiled. "Thank you. You didn't need to do that."
"It was nothing," Yoongi said. "It's your home now too."
Kiku nodded as her heart swelled.
"Also if my mother starts giving you too many lessons, I can get you a secret room."
Kiku let out a small chuckle. "It's okay. I'd like a lesson."
Yoongi pressed his lips together, a hint of a soft smile forming on his features which only made Kiku's heart warm.
-
Kiku's time in the Onyx Clan was far more pleasant and loving than she ever expected. Before she even realised, four months had passed. Kiku spent days with Yun and Nari, had meals with Hwayoung and then spent a quiet night with Yoongi. It was still innocent between the two of them but she enjoyed those quiet moments sharing things about their day. Yoongi still didn't speak on any personal things and Kiku didn't want to pry on how he got the scar on his eye or about his father's death. But it was still nice.
Kiku nearly forgot that she had another life prior to these few months. It was only when her younger brother, Haruki came to visit the clan. Discomfort returned to her chest, aching and making her twitch. She barely spoke to Haruki and every time they had a conversation, it was malicious. Haruki found joy in insulting her and demanding her to do things as a way to mimic their father.
Kiku reminded herself that she wasn't in that place anymore. This was her home too. She wore her new purple silk dress and pinned her hair up while the servants prepared a tea set on the floor table.
Haruki entered the private house as escorted by the servants. A childish grimace on his face as always but his chest puffed to look like father.
Kiku kept sited at the table.
Haruki stood over her for a few moments as if waiting for her to stand. "You wouldn't bother to see your brother at the border."
"You've come at a busy hour," Kiku said. Truthfully, she wanted to be in the warm comfort of her home to breathe easy and hide her shaking fingers. "What did you need?"
Haruki scoffed and sat down, tapping the side of the teacup. "Father's dead."
Kiku had little love for her father but she still sit in a moment of silence, unable to know what do with the news. "What happened?"
"We need more supplies," Haruki said, ignoring her question.
It was courtesy anyway so she didn't ask again. "The Moon clan has spare granaries for those occasions."
"We have an alliance." Haruki eyed her up and down. "I'd expect you to tend to it since you're clearly not tending to any children."
"What happened to the granaries, Haruki?" Kiku asked, emphasising his name.
Haruki pursed her lips, keeping his eyes on her gaze and waiting for her to look down. When she didn't, Haruki's face twitched. "We'd been using it."
"For what?"
"That's none of your concern," Haruki said.
"So not emergencies then," Kiku said.
"You can't speak to me that way." Haruki chuckled bitterly.
"I'm the Lady of this territory and your older sister, I can speak to you in whatever tone is necessary." Kiku narrowed her gaze. "What happened?"
Haruki tightened his jaw like a stubborn child. "We'd been taking from it for the banquets. Father and mother celebrated a lot because you were gone."
"And after brother's death," Kiku said.
"Don't talk about brother."
"He was my brother too. More a brother than you ever were."
Poison laced in his voice. "Kaito spent time with you because he felt bad for you. You were this pathetic thing crouching around everywhere. The only time people said anything nice about you was in order to fuck you. Don't pretend you were someone special to him or Yoongi." Haruki gestured to the door. "He's not even willing to put a baby in you." He chuckled.
"I don't appreciate being spoken for, Chief Min," Yoongi's deep voice shook through the room.
Haruki turned his head, expression turning sour.
Yoongi walked into the house, shadows forming harsh lines on his face as something dark flashes across his expression. For a moment, he looked like the exact nightmarish image of what the Moon clan thought of the Min family. Even barefooted steps added a heavy echo in the air that it sent chills down her own spine despite the fact she knew this demeanour wasn't for her intimidation. "You can have your supplies at the border."
Haruki deflated as if letting out a sigh of relief. "I should've gone to you first then, Chief. It seems I expected too much of my silly sister." He gave a triumphant smile to her.
"Of course, she made the mistake of thinking you were far too competent." Yoongi intertwined his fingers together, veined and hardened from training.
"Don't worry, I won't make that mistake." The corner of his mouth quirked up. "Perhaps we'll have a charity basket at the border."
Haruki stood to his feet quickly, shaking and trembling like a little boy. "You go too far."
"Do I? Because it seems as if you've come here asking for more than the agreed alliance and proceeding to disrespect my wife," Yoongi said. "The way I see it, giving you a charity basket is more mercy than you deserve currently. I suggest you take it quietly."
Haruki had all the inflated confidence their parents bloated into him from childhood. If he was even the slightest bit stupider, he would speak and in a brief second of that stupidity, he almost did. But then he glared at Kiku. "You'd let him talk to your family like that?"
Anger spread through her chest. Now he wanted to be family, when it benefited him. "If only you were true family then perhaps not."
Haruki grimaced, giving a softer glare to Yoongi before turning on his heel and stomping out of the house.
Kiku let out a deep, shaky breath as her spine began to ache from the tension. She closed her eyes and tried to catch her calm again, taking the scent of wood and warmth in her comfortable home. She heard Yoongi moving until she heard his hum right at her ear.
"Quite the unpleasant family you have," Yoongi mused.
Kiku couldn't help but let out a small, saddened chuckle. "Kaito was the only good one."
Yoongi turned and sat down next to her, shoulders pressed.
The heaviness gave Kiku a wave of comfort like the way his breath hit the back of his neck when they slept.
"If he comes again, I'll ask the guards to delegate him to me or my mother," Yoongi said. "There's no need for you to speak to them if you don't want to."
"You won't be burdened by them?" Kiku asked, turning her head and finding his face incredibly close.
"No one should speak like that to you especially not in our own house." Yoongi waved his hand.
Kiku smiled as her heart burst into little butterflies, creating a lump in her throat. She leaned in and pressed a small kiss on his cheek.
Yoongi turned his head just as Kiku was pulling away, their noses brushed against each other. Dark eyes pierced into her, keeping her still in her position even though her body ached for how close they were. Yoongi kissed her lips, shyly at first to help her adjust to the action.
The tantalizing warmth that passed through Kiku pushed her to lean into the kiss, cupping his cheek. Yoongi's hands held onto her lower back pulling her close until she was pressed flush against his chest.
His lips were hot against hers, keeping his grip on her firm but so soft and gentle. Yoongi only broke the kiss for a moment as Kiku caught a deep breath before pressing her lips again. She gripped onto the fabric of his shirt until Yoongi pulled her enough for her to straddle him completely.
Yoongi held her face in his hand, pausing their kiss again to move his lips down to her neck and jawline. Every ache that she felt from her encounter with Haruki melted away at his touch. He pulled at the pins of her hair, letting it fall down the trail of her back. His fingers traced the length of her spine, making her shiver. Tongue grazed over the soft spot on her neck as her hips began to sway against his own.
Yoongi let out a small groan, lifting his head up. His chest heaved in desperation, gripping onto her hair and keeping their foreheads pressed together.
Kiku reached in again but Yoongi kept her in place.
"Are you sure?" Yoongi asked in a rasped voice that made her tremble.
Kiku nodded. "I'm sure." She reached in and kissed him again, deeper and pleading to ensure he knew this was what she wanted.
But a knock on the door startled them.
Yoongi let out a small, frustrated sigh. "What is it?" he asked.
Kiku got off his lap slowly with a clear of her throat, trying to fix her hair as the door opened to a servant.
"Sorry, sire. Your mother needs your audience for something." The servant kept their head bowed as if already knowing the position he could've caught them in.
Yoongi turned and gave Kiku a soft look.
Kiku gave a reassuring smile, patting his arm before he got to his feet and walked away. Leaving her heart pounding manically.
-
Another week passed since their kiss. Yoongi wasn't distant necessarily but it did feel like nothing changed. Kiku wondered perhaps he didn't enjoy it. He was the Chief and had many choices of his own. Kiku was an alliance marriage. Any affection that they developed may have just been a spur of the moment as they lived under the same roof. Despite all the explanations she's made in her head, it still twinged something in Kiku. With the kindness received from Yoongis family, she imagined that something would be wrong. She traded a kinder family for a husband that didn't quite enjoy her affection. She'd take it though.
This morning, the family sat around the table for breakfast. Yoongi gave her a glance here and there but it was still distant. Kiku tried to smile back but he immediately looked away.
"So Kiku has been immensely calm these past few days," Yun said, a smirk playing on her lips. "Ma says it's often a sign of...something on the way." Her eyes flickered down to gesture to her stomach.
Kiku's cheeks burned, stammering. "No, it's not that." She shook her head. "I had my bleeding." She couldn't quite hide the slight disappointment in her tone. Kiku never thought about children especially with the experiences she had with her own family. But something about the silence from Yoongi made grasp at unnecessary desires of children or anything to melt off the ice between them.
Yun hummed, pouting. "That's a shame, I wanted nieces and nephews." She poked at her food, the light breeze making strands of her dark hair dance.
"Don't pressure them," Nari said, her tone serious. "They need to be relaxed when they do it."
"Girls, quiet." Hwayoung narrowed her gaze, letting out a defeated sigh. "Don't listen to them." She smiled. "These things take time."
Yoongi stayed silent and Kiku herself couldn't find anything to say but give a reassuring smile. Even though she worried Yoongi won't come near her a second time.
-
Kiku played her Koto in the afternoon while Yoongi was out supervising the patrol. Usually it would take him till evening to come back. But today he came in early, stomping and breathing out with frustration. A strange sight from someone who was so calm. Raven black hair glistened from sweat, patches of dust latched onto his skin and his jaw terribly tightened as if it might make break his teeth.
Strangely enough, it was relieving to see some emotion in Yoongi after all the distance. Kiku stood from the Koto. "What's wrong?" She asked gently.
"Your damn brother," he seethed. "His men attacked one of my scouts." Yoongi poured water into a goblet and chugged it.
Kiku's heart dropped. "What?"
"Apparently they'd been disturbing the peace. But they didn't plan for me to come." His scar looked deeper and darker when he was angry. "Mother was weary about them for a while but I didn't think they'd stoop to petty little violence."
Kiku lowered her head, almost in shame. Even though she felt more connected to Yoongi's family, her name and identity was still attached to the people she grew up with. It was embarrassing seeing others witness the pettiness that she endured her whole life. The same pettiness that Kaito hated. "I'm sorry," she said.
Yoongi stilled for a moment, dark brows furrowed as he turned to Kiku. "Why're you apologizing?"
Kiku stammered. "It's my family. They're like this, our parents made you all seem like monsters and Haruki would do anything to make himself feel like father would be proud." She shook her head.
"Well, that's their mistake, not yours." Yoongi spoke under her breath but Kiku clung to every word and kept it close to her chest.
She reached out and touched his arm. "Is there anything I can do?"
Yoongi stared at her deeply and so long that Kiku felt like layers of her soul were being peeled. Then he broke the gaze and tried to walk back to their bedroom. "No, it's okay."
Kiku's stomach clenched as once again, the ice began to form. But this time she wasn't going relent quietly. "Yoongi, you don't have to protect my feelings. If this is too much of a burden to you then I can leave."
Yoongi stopped, looking over his shoulder to her. The expression on his face, harsh. "What?"
Kiku dug her nails into her palms to give herself some form of strength. "I can handle my family, I've lived with them my whole life. But...I don't want you to be married to someone you don't truly want."
Yoongi's throat bobbed up and down. "Is that what you think?"
"I don't know," she spoke honestly. "I just know that you became distant after what happened and I—I'm unsure."
Yoongi fully turned his body around, stepping closer. "If you're unsure, then you talk to me."
"I can't speak my wishes so easily." Kiku's voice lowered as he moved closer until she could catch wafts of the forest from him. "It's not something I'm used to."
Yoongi's expression softened. He rubbed in between his brows. "I'm a little too used to my family just saying what they think." He looked up to her. "I'm sorry. I should've checked on you."
Kiki's stomach felt warm. staying silent for a moment just to ensure what she heard was right. Then she spoke in a small voice. "It's okay."
Yoongi took her hand in his, intertwining their fingers together turning her world into a burst of stars. "I will not make you go back to that place again." He muttered. "I want you here."
"You want me here?" She asked again, just to hear him say it so it could echo inside her whenever darker voices grew too loud.
"Right here. With me." Yoongi tightened his hold. "Will you do that?"
Kiku nodded, a burning behind her eyes. "I will, I promise." She smiled, touching his chest to make herself feel grounded again.
"We still need to deal with your stupid brother," Yoongi said. "He's quickly turning into a pest than an ally."
Kiku could spend years imagining Haruki as this invincible monster, similar to when they were children. But this was real now. Haruki wasn't Kaito. He was stupid and petty even when he tried to hurt her. There were a million ways to get rid of people like that. "I might have an idea."
-
As Kiku requested, Yoongi organized a meeting at the border between Onyx and Moon territory. A canopy was erected with a floor table where they all sat together. The edge of dawn painted the mountains and tree in a burnished gold and the scent of morning dew was the only comfort in Kiku's pool of anxiety.
She was prepared for this meeting and the decisions entailed but rarely had she spoken up to Haruki before. When Kiku tried, her mother or father would reprimand and punish her.
Even as Haruki walked to the canopy, she felt a prickle of being scolded in a few minutes. But she had push it down. She wasn't Haruki's sister here, she was a Lady of the Onyx Clan. The Chief's wife.
"This pompous meeting surely isn't about the little scuffle between scouts," Haruki said. "It's a bit of harmless fun."
Yoongi stayed silent.
"You brought your wife here too," Haruki looked Kiku up and down, making sure that he used a moniker disconnected to him.
"In regards to your previous demands, we're suggesting some changes in the alliance." Yoongi kept a calm tone even though Kiku saw the tightened grip of his hands.
Haruki chuckled. "If you don't want her anymore, just kick her out." He waved his hand. "One of your servants can have her."
Yoongi narrowed his gaze but kept his neutral expression. "As you commented on our child before, we had an idea on how to strength the bond between clans."
"And how is that?" he asked.
"Since you require our food supplies which we give to you out of kindness, we have a compromise," Yoongi said. "In exchange for our food, any child born from my wife will take the Chiefs title of the Moon clan."
Haruki's brows furrowed as his chest heaved. His glare turned to Kiku. "You put him up to this, didn't you, you bitch?"
"It was a joint decision," Kiku said, maintaining her calm demeanour. She was used to his insults. She wouldn't let it hurt her again.
"I won't agree to this, it's stupid." Haruki winced.
"Very well," Yoongi said. "Then I suggest you get your defences ready."
"What?"
"Your father must've told you how the Onyx Clan works." Yoongi began to muse and there was something... oddly satisfying about the tone. "My wolves haven't been out for a feed in a while."
"You'd attack your ally?" Haruki asked.
"Attacking my scout and disrespecting the Chiefs wife constitutes that you are breaking every rule in the alliance," Yoongi said and Haruki stayed quiet. "Giving you an alternate compromise is a mercy. I suggest you consider it. My soldiers won't care if you're a spoiled Chief who can't carry a sword properly."
Haruki grimaced, chin quivering in frustration. He looked over at Kiku, as if trying to get ready for another insult but he knew it was too late. Kiku was no longer the target to point insults at. One wrong move and Haruki loses his head along with the Moon Clan. This way they can keep their lives. Haruki was stupid but he was still too scared to die. "Fine. I accept your terms."
Yoongi hummed. "Thank you." He stood up and held onto Kiku's hand, helping her to her feet.
"What would've Kaito said about you turning your back on family?" Haruki asked, cutting into her in a place that ached like a thousand knives.
Kiku paused in place, gripping onto Yoongi's hand like her life depended on it as her heart panged in pain. Haruki knew nothing about what Kaito was like. It took her every strength and hope in her body not to throw scalding tea in his face for even insinuating that Kiku would do something to disappoint Kaito. Because Kaito wasn't like that. Kaito understood and listened. Haruki was a fool. Kiku straightened her posture, turned and looked Haruki straight in the eye. "Kaito wouldn't have caused a food shortage in the clan."
Haruki scoffed, pursing his lips together.
"Kaito did his duty, as I am. From where I'm looking, I'm not the one who made father die from disappointment." Kiku felt like a dam burst inside her as she let the words flow but seeing the Haruki's sour and pouty expression made it all worth it.
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Kiku was able to breathe easy when they returned to their tent for the night. She walked over to her vanity and her maid immediately began taking pins out of her hair. She watched from the mirror as Yoongi unlatched his sword sheathe of his waist and began to pour himself a drink. The dark furrow of his brows prominent. Kiku raised a hand and smiled at the maid. "A moment, please."
The maid bowed and did as she asked, stepping out of the tent to give them privacy. Kiku took out the rest of the pins so her hair was fully open and relaxed. A dull throb formed on her scalp. She stood and made her way to Yoongi as he leaned forward on the table.
"He can be a lot to tolerate," Kiku said.
Yoongi took in a deep breath to calm himself down. "The way he talks to you, it's like you're complete strangers. Enemies, even."
Kiku swallowed the small lump in her throat. It was always normal to her, seeing the way family treated the one they didn't want with the exception of Kaito. But Yoongi valued family with his life. She could only imagine the kind of shock thrumming through him. "You have a good family. Some don't." She touched his arm. "But sometimes you find a better one."
Yoongi turned his head, his once sharp eyes now softened and sad. "If I've ever made you feel—"
"Not once." Kiku knew it like the breath she took. Yoongi and his family had been nothing but comforting and kind. She reached and pressed her forehead against his. It was almost involuntary but feeling him lean into it was the only answer she needed to keep still.
Yoongi turned his body slowly, letting their chest flush against one another before he leaned and placed a gentle kiss on her lips. His warm hand cupped her cheek softly like she was precious. He pulled away only to press kisses on her cheek and jawline, taking her into an embrace. He buried his face into the crook of her neck where the scent of jasmines wafted in his nose.
Kiku could fall asleep in this embrace. Her body and mind and every bruise in her heart soothed from the loving touch. She traced her fingers across the strands of his hair as if lulling the both of them to dreams. It was difficult to admit it in the past few months with the new changes and confusion. But today for the first time, she could surely say it.
Kiku felt loved.
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The meeting had left Kiku and Yoongi tired for the evening. They rested their heads, nestled close as they tried to sleep. Tried was an effort Kiku persisted on as the hours went by. It wasn't quite a terrible night of troubling thoughts but an eagerness. She opened her eyes to see Yoongi with his eyes calmly closed, his lips a little puckered.
Kiku took a moment to watch him, reaching out a little to touch his cheek. He stirred slightly at her touch, but his eyes remained closed, his breathing steady and rhythmic. She pulled away with a defeated sigh, not wanting to wake him up. So she turned around and tried to drift off to sleep again.
It was only a few minutes later then she felt Yoongi shift, moving closer until his chest was pressed right against her back. His arm laid over her body, embracing her from behind. Kiku felt a wave of warmth and comfort wash over her as Yoongi tightened his hold.
"Can't sleep?" Yoongi asked.
Kiku hummed. "A little. It's okay, go back to sleep."
"I can be awake," Yoongis voice rasped as his face buried into the crook of her neck again. He began pressing kissing down the length of her shoulder. "Do you want me to be awake?"
Kiku smiled to herself, swaying her hips against him. "A little."
Yoongi chuckled lightly, the vibrations made her quiver in delight. He made Kiku lay on her back, climbing on top of her and sneaking between her legs. "Are you sure?" He whispered.
Kiku nodded. "I'm sure." She smiled against his lips before pressing a kiss on his bottom lip.
Yoongi kissed down the length of her neck, unravelling his night clothes and pushing up Kikus soft dress. He entered her gently, her snug walls hugging his tip before he kept pushing.
Kiku gripped onto his clothing as the sensation made her tremble under him. She swayed her hips with his movements, encouraging him to move faster. The ache was slight but the tingle of pleasure sent her into a slight dizziness. She wrapped her legs around his waist.
Yoongi brushed his fingers across her hairline, full of affection as he moved deeper inside her. He pressed sweet kisses at the corner of her lips.
Kiku smiled feverishly as the pleasure sent heat through her body, radiating like steam and intoxication.
Yoongi made sure he was slow, not just to be careful but to draw out this intimacy for as long as he could. The feeling of embrace brought back every slight desire he had in the past few months to hold or touch her. "Feel good?"
Kiku nodded, letting out a slight whimper as he continued to move at that tantalizing pace. "Good." She traced her thumb across his cheek. Strands of his hair falling over his face, curtaining over hers. Her core became slick with arousal, creating light squelch sounds as he thrusted into her with a new desperation.
His release clouded him, flooding him with an unbearable warmth until he grind himself into her. He muffled his moan against her neck.
Kiku felt his lower belly press on her sensitive spot, making her clench around him, pushing him further into his climax.
Yoongi lifted himself up, foreheads layered with sweat as they pressed against each other.
Kiku took his lips into a kiss, surging him to thrust into a steady pattern that made her lose breath. She gripped onto the side of his neck as moans broke through any form of whisper.
Yoongi quickened his pace following the pattern of her moans and the rolling of his own release. Then the sweet burst into a ricochet of pleasure and heat.
Kiku smiled, breathless as she relished in the warmth filling her. As Yoongi kept moving, he snuck his head in between her legs, targeting her sensitive spot and pushing her to the edge. Kiku's brows furrowed, aching to reach her own climax as she was full of him. Her breathing turned to quickened whimpers as she squirmed under his touch. Her back arched, head thrown back giving Yoongi the chance to kiss her neck and jawline.
Her climax bloomed, the heat of it shaking her limbs and forcing her legs to shut around him. Yoongi kissed her forehead, still rubbing on that spot until she twitched against it.
Kiku whimpered, pushing his hand away. A small laugh left his lips fuelling her with more delight. It was the most wonderful feeling she had to be embraced like this so warmly and the bliss of pleasure melting her body until she was meshed with the bed itself.
"You feel sleepier now?" Yoongi watched her with his own half-lidded, blissed eyes.
Kiku smiled as her breathing turned slow and calm. "Mhm." She traced her fingers down his cheek. "I think I've officially become your wife."
"Oh?" Yoongi's brow raised. "You weren't before?"
Kiku chuckled, slapping his chest playfully. "I mean we don't have anything to hide anymore."
Yoongi caged her in with his arms, making her feel safe and secure. "No, we don't."
Kiku blinked slowly, her finger moved gently to his scar. "Like this?"
Yoongi's expression softened into a mix of ruminating vulnerability and an old sadness that had been repeatedly reminisced. He lay down next to her, shoulders pressed flush. "My father and I go on small trips every now and then. He used to do it with every child, just to. . .talk, connect with nature and spend time." He waved his hand. "It was strange for Chiefs to do it but he said it was because he never got to speak to his own father. So, he wanted to make sure we weren't. . .without one." He let out a long breath.
"He sounds like a good father," Kiku said.
"He was." Yoongi's dark eyes melted and glossed from emotion. "One day though, bandits were prowling in the place my father and I camped. They attacked us. I got this from one of the bandits." He pointed to the scar. "Before my father told me to run while he fended them off. I called my mother and some guards to help but we were too late."
Kiku shifted and rubbed his chest. "Is that why you train so much?"
Yoongi nodded. "I want to make sure Yeong and the girls know how to defend themselves or others should the need arise." He took a deep breath, playing with Kiku's hair. "But I had a good family. We took care of each other, just like we'll take care of you."
Kiku smiled, resting her chin on his chest. "I'll take care of you all too. I still owe you a massage."
"You gave me a pretty good one a minute ago." Yoongi smirked.
Kiku chuckled. "A proper massage."
-
Kiku and Yoongi returned to the main houses early in the morning as the soft gold of dawn painted the forest. Hwayoung had lunch prepared with the rest of the family to welcome them home. Fresh steamed fish with tofu, rice porridge and some fresh fruits newly picked from the farms. Kiku ate happily, her appetite had grown in the months she was with this family but it made her all the more energetic and vibrant along with her excitement from the past night's events.
Something the family noticed more than Kiku realised.
Yun, in particular, stared the two of them a little too closely with a smirk. "So how was the trip, brother?" She asked in a sing-song voice.
Yoongi's eyes flickered up as he paused mid-bite. "As most political talks go with a spoiled brat of a Chief. He gave into the deal quickly," he spoke in a slightly formal tone.
Kiku quietly sipped on the last drops of her tea before he gently poured her another cup. She gave him a shy smile.
"I haven't heard much about the prospects of the Chiefs of the Moon clan but the younger son is usually unprepared," Hwayoung said thankfully to distract from what Yun actually wanted to ask.
Yeong stammered just as he took a bite of his food, looking at Hwayoung with a pout. "What'd I do?"
Hwayoung raised her hand. "I mean, generally. Not you."
Yoongi let out a small chuckle under his breath. "She means you."
Yeong sighed, pointing at him with his chopsticks. "I've beaten you in sword training before, I'll do it again."
"Did you do anything else in the trip?" Yun asked, with a wide grin, leaning forward in excitement. "You were both alone for the night. And Kiku's been. . .glowing."
Kiku's cheeks burned, clearing her throat. "I—I don't—"
"You need to stop obsessing over your brother's marriage, sweetheart, it's getting strange." Hwayoung patted the back of Yun's hand.
"It's only because you don't let me get married." Yun leaned back on her chair, folding her arms over her chest.
"Mother's protecting the men of the clan," Nari said, raising a brow.
Yun slapped Nari's arm as Yeong snorted.
"See how they bully me?" Yun asked Kiku.
Kiku chuckled, biting down her bottom lip and glancing at Yoongi. Often when she had terrible encounters with Haruki, she would get scolded by her family and live with the suffocating feeling of frustration in her chest.
Today was the first time, Kiku could cling to the happy moments and forget about Haruki or any of this harsh words. Her family threw her to the Onyx clan like a bait at the end of a fishing line but in their hatred for her, Kiku found love for her own.
My ults are Jay from Enhypen, Hwang Hyunjin from Stray kids, Wonwoo from Seventeen, Cha Eun woo from Astro, and Hyunjun Hur.
This blog will contain extremely dark concepts that are triggering and are 18+ content, so MINORS STRICTLY DNI.
Always up for a talk :)
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Series masterlist:
It's beautiful, it's Bittersweet.
Teaser
Chapter 1
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Chapter 3 (tw)
Chapter 4
Chapter 5 (smut)
Chapter 6 (tw)
Chapter 7
Chapter 8 (smut)
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The stories I write are purely a form of fiction. They are not written to offend anyone / any idol. It is simply my imagination and meant for only entertainment purpose. DNI if you find my content offensive.
a/n : I’ll mostly write smut / fluff stuff, but there will be some angst stuff here and there. Also, english it’s not my first language, however my level is C1
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Fluff : 🤍 Smut : 🍭 Angst : 🖤
LNGSHOT :
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🤍 — What’s up, hotshot?
Avatar :
I will write for : Lo’ak, Neteyam, Jake.
Neteyam :
🖤🤍— Forbbiden love (series) : part 1 part 2
Cortis :
Martin:
🖤🤍— Martin, play dat beat (series) : part 1
Suits :
I will write for : Harvey Specter, Mike Ross.
Weakhero Class 2 :
I will write for : Yeon Si-eun, Ahn Su-ho, Park Hu-min (Baku), Go Hyun-tak (Gotak), Geum Seong-je, Na Baek-jin.
Bloodhounds :
I will write for : Kim Geon-woo, Hong Woo-jin, Kim Myeong-gil, Lee Doo-young.
⤷ having a baby alone was supposed to be easy. but an accidental twist of fate pulled you into a hidden world of werewolves, and ancient bloodlines. navigating your already complicated life becomes even harder as you uncover your past; one tied to a legacy you never knew existed. and in the middle of this chaos stands jungkook, the werewolf king… and the father of your child.
— pairing: werewolf!jungkook x female reader
— genre: strangers to lovers, parents-to-be au, royalty au, werewolves au, soulmates au, angst, fluff, and smut
— rating: 18+
— words : 51,896
— status: ongoing
— all parts contain mature content & warnings listed in each part
“Jungkook is the son of the pack Alpha and therefore heir of the titel. You are an omega and utterly out of his league. This is the story of how, against all odds, you and he became true mates.”
Pairing: Alpha!Jungkook x f. omega!Reader
Genre: Werewolves!AU, childhood best friends to enemies to lovers!AU, Angst, Romance, Smut
Warnings: This story contains ABO dynamics, cursing and angsty themes, as well as topics of abusive parents, illegal omega trading and very sexually explicit scenes. Also, it includes Jungkook as a protective, strong Alpha which is the most lethal warning tbfh. If you are sensitive to such topics, I advise you read with care.
Chapter Count: 3/3 ✓
a/n: I decided to make a chapter index for Alpha!Kook because his universe is growing and we need a place for all of his stories. I don't want to talk about how hot he is in the header because I won't say anything decent tbfh
The Beginning - Alpha
“Jungkook is tasked by his father – current Alpha of the pack – to deliver you – an innocent omega – to your future husband, who purchased you through illegal omega trading offers and who is known to publicly torture omegas for sport. Problem is, you and he are former childhood best friends with too much tension to work through and Jungkook can’t stand his father’s disgusting business methods.”
Genre: Werewolves!AU, childhood best friends to enemies to lovers!AU, Angsty Romance, Smut
The Wedding - Bonded
“You didn’t think that having Jungkook save you from an abusive arranged marriage by marking you would mean that you would have to marry him instead. Yet here you are. Bonded to him for life, with his father threatening to ban you if you fuck it up and with your marriage night one step away. It wouldn’t be that scary if you weren’t aware that his family doesn’t bond with omegas.”
Genre: Werewolves!AU, forced marriage!AU, childhood best friends to lovers!AU, marriage night!AU, Angst, Romance, Smut
The Marriage - Scents
“Life as Jungkook’s mate is everything you ever dreamed of. He is there for you, he keeps you safe, fulfills all your wishes and fucks you to complete satisfaction. Life as your mate is, well, it’s how Jungkook always imagined having a home feels like. Because his life as his father’s son isn’t easy, but with you by his side, it finally doesn’t hurt anymore. When one night, Jungkook comes home feeling like shit because of his father, you decide to show him that he can always count on you to be his comfort and his distraction.”
Genre: Werewolf!AU, True Mates!AU, Married Life!AU, Angst, Hurt & Comfort, Fluff, Smut
Pairing- Mute (fem) reader x father's right hand man Jeon.
Word count: 4,926
Genre: Dark romance, Mafia au (one shot)
Warnings: Arranged Marriage, Mutism, moments of trauma, Dominant Male Lead, Protector Dynamic, Violence, morally grey ml x soft fl, Intense, smut , explicit content, virgin reader, hair pulling, rough sex, manhandling, choking, possesive , nsfw content , explicit language, Underworld Setting, mentions of death.
Synopsis: After a near fatal attack inside her own home,Y/n who's mute since childhood and the only daughter of a powerful underworld figure is given to one man no one dares to cross: Jeon Jungkook, her father’s feared right hand. Desperate to protect what matters most, her father sacrifices her freedom for safety binding her fate to a man more dangerous than the enemies lurking in the shadows.
The chandelier above the marble foyer dripped with crystals. Blood stained the edges of the staircase streaking through the house. The guards were already covering the windows, dragging corpses in black masks out into the night. Her father’s enemies had breached the mansion.
And Y/N had almost died.
She sat curled in the corner of the hallway, her gown torn at the shoulder, eyes wide with wordless trauma. The knife they’d held to her throat had left a warning stroke. Her trembling hand tried to hide it with her hair. But her mutism left her defenseless. Not a sound had escaped her as they broke through the back entrance and dragged her by her hair across the floor.
“Enough” her father growled, voice like broken gravel, soaked in fury. His custom Italian shoes crunched over the glass as he walked past the dead men without blinking.
“Call him” her father barked at his men . “I want Jeon here tonight. Now.”
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The mansion gates rattled as a blacked out Mercedes Maybach G Class tore down the drive like it didn’t belong to the world outside. It didn’t slow for the turn.
The guards stepped aside the second they saw the license plate.
They knew better.
The door swung open before the engine even died.
Jeon Jungkook stepped out.
The guards nodded with respect or fear. Likely both.
Jeon had arrived. Towering. His gaze swept the the room, unfazed.
Inside the hallway, his jaw clenched as he took in the blood smeared on her skin, the tear down her dress. His fingers flexed at his side like he was fighting the urge to draw his gun again and again.
Jeon didn’t rush to her.
He moved with purpose, unbothered by the corpses around him.
Her father, standing near her, stepped forward.
“She was the target.”
Jeon didn’t acknowledge him.
He reached Y/N.
Kneeled.
One hand on his knee, the other pulling off his black coat with a single motion and simply draped it over her shoulders. He adjusted it covering the torn part of her dress, his knuckles brushing the side of her throat. And for a moment just one his fingers gently touched the corner of her eye, brushing away a strand of hair clinging to her cheek.
Jeon stood. Wrath boiling just beneath the surface.
He didn’t speak to her, not yet. His attention turned back to her father.
“I want them all dead” her father spat, pacing. He walked over to his desk, slammed his fist on it, then turned toward Jeon. “Their children, wives, mistresses I don’t care. Burn their money.” Her father stormed into the main room, hand shaking in fury. His voice echoed off the marble walls.
“My daughter. My only blood. You understand what that means Jeon? She can’t scream. My daughter doesn’t speak. She hasn’t since she was five. And those bastards knew it" he growled, voice rough.
“They got through” her father snapped, his voice strained. “They knew when the security was weakest. They timed it for when you were gone.”
He threw a glass against the wall shattering it.
Y/N flinched.
“ If they’d dragged her out of here tonight, if they’d taken her I would’ve never heard a sound. She’d be gone without a trace!” Her father's voice cracked just slightly.
Jeon’s eyes flickered.
“Whoever did this,” he said calmly, voice low and razo sharp, “won’t see the end of this week.”
“Marry her”
Y/N’s head shot up.
Her nails dug into the floor.
The room stilled.
“I said marry her. Tonight, tomorrow I don’t care. I want your name on her. I'm not asking. You owe me this Jeon. Chain her to the one thing no enemy will dare touch.”
Y/N stood, suddenly. Her legs buckled. Jeon caught her instinctively, one arm locking around her waist.
“Careful” Jeon said, voice sharp and low as he caught her.
One word quiet but commanding. Protective. Possessive.
“She doesn’t get a say?” Jeon asked, quietly.
“She doesn’t need to. She knows.” Her father replies, emotionless.
And she did.
Because if Jeon claimed her the world would think twice before trying to claim her too.
Jeon’s jaw ticked. He looked down at Y/N. Her eyes met his, glassy and panic stricken.
And he saw it.
The smallest nod. Then he looked up again.
Cold. Final.
“I’ll take her.” he said, voice a weapon.
And her entire world turned black.
Jeon caught her without hesitation.
Her father stepped forward but Jeon’s glare stopped him cold. “Don’t” Jeon said, his voice like cold steel. “She’s had enough for today.”
He gently shifted her into his arms, bridal style. Her lashes fluttered faintly.
“She’s not strong enough for this” Jeon muttered under his breath, but no one missed the edge in his tone. He wasn’t angry at her
“She will be” her father said from behind, eyes locked on Jeon. “Make her strong. I know only you can protect her with your life.”
Jeon didn’t respond.
He was already walking.
She awoke to unfamiliar silence.
Not the echo of her room. This silence was warm. Deep. Covered by expensive walls and dim lights. And the scent..masculine. Clean and Spiced leather.
She blinked slowly, eyes adjusting to the low light.
Soft sheets beneath her. A velvet headboard behind her. She wasn’t in her bed.
And the coat was still on her. Draped gently over her like a blanket.
Her fingers clutched the fabric instinctively.
Her eyes turned and she froze.
Jeon was standing near the tall glass windows, back to her, hands in his pockets. His sleeves were rolled up, showing his tattooed arm. His black shirt clung to his frame like a second skin.
He turned his head slightly just enough to show her he knew she was awake.
“I had your clothes and other things brought” he said quietly. “They’ll be here soon.”
She sat up slowly, groggy. Her mouth opened, but no words came. Just silence.
“I know” he murmured, approaching her. “You don’t have to try.”
She looked at him, eyes still unfocused.
He added, slower now. “We’re getting married. Tomorrow.” Jeon leaned down slightly, just enough to meet her eyes where she sat, still clutching his coat.
“I don’t expect you to like it” he said. "I’m a complicated man. Soft isn’t in my nature. But I’ll keep you alive whether you like it or not."
Then he reached for the coat on her shoulders just to fix it where it had slipped and for a second, his fingers brushed her bare collarbone.
His touch was warm. Gentle.
Too gentle for the man he was. Just long enough to make her breath catch.
Then he stood back, stone faced again. Controlled.
“I’ll be downstairs.”
And with that, he left her alone with his scent, and a future that belonged entirely to him.
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The wedding wasn’t held in a church. It wasn’t held in any grand hall or estate garden.
It was conducted in the study of Jeon’s private estate deep within stone walls behind biometric locks and guarded by men who’d kill before they questioned.
A single table sat in the center of the room. Two chairs. A stack of marriage documents. Two pens.
Y/N stood in a white dress that wasn’t chosen by her but fit her too perfectly to be coincidence. Simple. Elegant. Long sleeved. High neck. Lace at the cuffs. A delicate veil draped over her face, shielding her expressions from the world but not from Jeon.
He stood across from her.
Black shirt. Collar unbuttoned, sleeves rolled halfway.
There were no vows. No priest.
Only a government official who had the good sense to keep his mouth shut and sign the documents quickly. He glanced nervously at Y/N before pushing the papers toward her with a pen
Jeon watched her. Not impatient just still. Like a wolf watching its chosen mate.
She signed.
Her name sealed her fate. Then Jeon stepped forward and signed with a single movement firm and confident.
The official stood, grabbed the documents and exited the room without a word.
The door shut behind him. They were alone.
Married.
Bound by paper and blood.
Y/N stood motionless, staring down at her hands. She didn’t hear Jeon move. But she felt him. He stopped just inches from her.
Then slowly without hesitation he reached up and lifted the veil from her face. His eyes drank her in. No hunger.
Just possession. Quiet, deep possession.
His fingers lingered on the edge of the veil before lowering it behind her shoulders.
“You’re my wife now” he murmured. “And that means something.”
Y/N's lips parted slightly, eyes wide. Her breath hitched.
Jeon reached into his pocket and pulled out a small black velvet box. The motion was smooth, practiced like he’d thought about this already. He opened it.
Inside was a diamond unlike anything she’d ever seen. Oval cut. Set in a band of platinum. Crystal clear with an icy blue fire trapped inside it rare, cold and exquisite. A stone that whispered of danger, power and obsession. It mirrored his nature.
Jeon took her left hand in his, eyes not leaving hers as he slid the ring onto her finger.
It fit perfectly.
“This isn’t for show ” he said lowly. “It’s not for love either.” He leaned in, breath brushing against her skin.
“It’s for my claim on you."
Her chest rose too fast, her lips parting but no sound came.
His thumb brushed under her eye, slow, grounding. And then, without warning Jeon leaned in. And kissed her forehead.
Firm. Final.
“Come” he said.
His voice was low and unyielding
Y/N didn’t move at first but when his hand extended toward her, open and waiting something inside her stirred.
Obedience. She placed her hand in his.
His fingers wrapped around hers like steel.
He led her out of the study without another word.
The hallway was dim, the lights low and warm against the hard lines of the estate. The only sound was the subtle click of her heels against the marble floor each step echoing louder than it should have.
Too loud. Too sharp. Then she stumbled just slightly.
Jeon glanced down.
Her steps were uneven. The heels were too tall, and her ankles hurting beneath her.
He didn’t say a word. Just stopped. Turned to her. And without warning, scooped her into his arms. She gasped silently, clutching at his shoulder as he carried her down the corridor like she weighed nothing.
“You shouldn’t be walking in these” he muttered, glancing down at the heels with a flick of annoyance in his expression.
She looked away, heat blooming in her cheeks.
But he kept walking. Strong, steady, with every step deliberate. He didn’t put her down until they reached the master bedroom. The door swung open at his touch.
Luxury greeted her in silence dark walls, silk sheets and blackout curtains drawn tight. It was beautiful. Cold. Intimate. When they entered the bedroom, he didn’t put her down immediately.
He set her down gently on the edge of the bed, kneeling in front of her as if it were nothing.
Then his hands reached for her ankles. She flinched slightly. But he didn’t stop.
One by one, he unclasped the straps of her heels with a precision that didn’t match the rough strength of his build. When he slid the first heel off his thumb brushed the bone of her ankle. He held her foot in his palm and pressed his thumb just above the heel. Just enough to send a wave of warmth spiraling up her leg.
He moved to the other ankle. Did the same.
Silent. Focused.
The silence between them was deafening.
Y/N sat on the edge of the massive bed, barefoot now, her ankles still tingling from where Jeon’s fingers had worked away the pain. Her dress was pristine still fitted, still proper but she felt anything but proper.
Jeon stood across the room, his back to her for a moment, as he removed his watch, unbuttoned his cuffs and rolled his sleeves up revealing his tattoes slowly with the precision of a man preparing for something inevitable.
When he finally turned, his dark eyes locked on hers. He walked toward her slow, measured, his shadow stretching across the bed before his body did. Her breath caught, her fingers curling into the sheets.
He stopped in front of her.
“You’ve never done this” he said quietly. It wasn’t a question. His voice was low, dark and heavy.
She looked up at him, lips parting. But her nod was small, hesitant and real.
Jeon’s jaw clenched. He knelt in front of her again just like before but this time, his fingers didn’t reach for her heels.
They reached for the hem of her dress.
“Look at me” he ordered. She did. He dragged the fabric up slowly, baring her knees, then her thighs, his eyes following every inch as it was revealed.
“I don’t do gentle” he said, his voice firmer now. “And I take rough. Because that’s who I am.”
Y/N’s heart slammed in her chest.
He leaned in closer, lips ghosting near her ear. “But I’ll only take what you give.” And then he waited. She could’ve pulled away. Shaken her head. Instead, she reached for his shoulder. Just barely. Fingertips brushing over the black fabric of his shirt. A whisper of touch.
That was all he needed.
He stood again, this time pulling her to her feet. And with a single tug he unzipped the back of her dress. It slid off her body pooling around her ankles. He looked at her like she wasn’t just his wife now she was his territory.
He brought his hands to her waist, rough palms moving over her bare skin as he turned her slowly making her face the mirror above the dresser.
“Look at yourself” he whispered, voice like gravel. “Look at what belongs to me now.”
She did.
And in the reflection, she saw him behind her..his chest broad, his hands large on her hips, his mouth brushing the nape of her neck as he kissed it, hard.
His lips moved lower. And then she was on the bed. Flat on her back.
And Jeon’s mouth was on her inner thigh, kissing high.. too high. His tongue teased the edge of her lace and she gasped.
The lace was torn away. Not removed. Torn.
His eyes darkened. He stripped his shirt. Then his belt. Then everything else.
She saw the full weight of him and her breath faltered. But his hand gripped her thigh pushing it open again. “I’ll make it hurt” he said darkly “but only so you remember it was me.”
And then he was inside her. Her eyes watered. Her fingers dug into his forearms. He cursed softly under his breath. “Fuck” he growled, hips still. “You’re so tight, it’s fucking driving me insane.” He held still, letting her adjust, breathing hard against her skin.
When her fingers relaxed when her body stopped resisting he began to move. Slow at first. Then brutal. Rough. Possessive.
His hand gripped her throat not to choke but to hold her still as he fucked her over and over again. Her nails clawed his back and though she made no sound, her body screamed for him in every trembling movement.
And Jeon listened. He heard her in her silence.
He lay beside her, breathing hard, pulling her into his chest without asking. His hand slid into her hair, gripping the strands gently, anchoring her. And for a long, heavy moment, the room was still until he reached for a glass of water on the nightstand and held it to her lips.
“Drink” he said.
He pulled the blanket over her body then slid beside her again gathering her into his chest. His hand stroked the back of her head in slow, hypnotic movements, guiding her into sleep.
And she did sleep. Eventually. Her breathing evened out. Her fingers loosened their grip on his shirt.
And only when he was sure absolutely sure that she was asleep, did he move.
Jeon rose from the bed and walked toward the balcony, pushing the glass door open just enough to let the cold night air kiss his skin.
He lit a cigarette. Leaned against the marble pillar. And stared out into the darkness beyond the estate.
Eyes narrowed. Mind racing. One arm crossed over his chest, the cigarette burning between his fingers.
She was his now. And no one was going to touch what was his.
Jeon turned back to glance at her but only the diamond on her finger catching the dim light. Only the proof that she belonged to him now in every way that mattered.
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The first breath of night air had barely touched Jeon’s skin when the sharp crack shattered the stillness.
A gunshot.
The balcony glass exploded inward shards like frozen daggers scattering across the marble floor, glittering in the dim light.
Jeon’s cigarette dropped from between his fingers. His eyes snapped , danger flaring in them like a storm igniting.
A frightened gasp.
Y/N’s eyes flew open. Her body jerked awake, heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped animal. The sound of breaking glass had ripped her from sleep.
Her breath hitched, her silent panic blooming in the darkness. Before she could fully process, Jeon was there fast as a shadow, stronger than any storm.
He slammed the door behind him locking it with a fierce click.
“Stay close!” he barked, voice low and unforgiving.
His hand was iron around her wrist, pulling her toward a narrow hallway.
They moved quickly with no words exchanged but only the sound of their footsteps striking stone floors and the faint echo of their own breaths.
Jeon’s grip tightened when she stumbled on her bare feet.
“I told you to be careful!” he hissed. But his voice was more warning than anger. He led her down a concealed staircase.
The walls closed in thick steel, reinforced doors, blinking panels of high tech security.
The kind of place no one knew about but him.
The room was windowless.
He locked the door behind her, palm pressed to the scanner until the seal hissed shut.
“You don’t open this for anyone but me” he ordered, stepping toward her. His voice was low but it vibrated with something feral.
She nodded shakily. His hand came up, touching her cheek before leaving.
And the door sealed shut behind him.
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Jeon’s world went silent as soon as he stepped back into the night. No hesitation. No mercy. His world narrowed into one burning point: find the man , the man who dared to shoot at what Jeon claimed as his.
Jeon followed the faint trail of heat signatures and scattered footprints beyond his mansion's perimeter and he found the man. Waiting. Armed.
Jeon was Merciless. Predator and executioner.
Within minutes he cornered the shooter in an abandoned warehouse. The man's face pale with regret too late to matter.
Jeon didn’t hesitate.
With one brutal sweep he disarmed the man's fingers snapping the gun clean from his grip. Jeon’s fists crashed into the man's ribs, jaw, throat each hit a silent sentence.
The man gasped for air, eyes swimming with panic.
Blood soaked Jeon's knuckles by the time the body hit the ground, unrecognizable.
Because she could’ve died. And he would’ve burned the world if she had.
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She sat curled on the edge of a chair in the secure room.
The silence gnawed at her. Her legs wouldn’t stop shaking.
The sound of that glass missing her by inches still echoed inside her skull.
And then the door hissed. Unlocked.
She looked up and froze. Jeon stepped inside.
His shirt was soaked in blood. Blood stained his neck, clung to his jaw. His eyes still wild still dangerous swept the room and landed on her.
She didn’t think. Didn’t hesitate. She ran. Straight into him.
Her arms wrapped tightly around his waist, burying her face into his chest despite the scent of blood, sweat and mental
His arms crushed around her in an instant.
Possessive. Desperate.
Her breathing trembled against him. Her hands clutched his back like she didn’t care what he’d done only that he’d come back.
“Shh” he muttered, his voice still rough with rage. “It’s over baby”.
And then he pulled back just enough to see her face. There was a streak of dried blood across her cheek. With the back of his hand, Jeon wiped it off. Slowly. Carefully. The same hand he had used to kill just minutes ago.
Jeon’s breath was still ragged. The silence of safety hadn’t touched him yet not fully.
He needed something stronger to calm him.
He needed her. His fingers gripped the back of his shirt yanking it over his head in one swift motion. The blood slicked fabric landed on the floor as he stood before her, bare chested, muscles twitching with leftover fury.
Y/N looked up at him seyes glassy with exhaustion and something else she couldn’t name.
She barely stood when his hands came to her waist.
He moved toward her slow, dangerous and turned her around with one sharp pull. Then he grabbed the back of her night gown and ripped it open.
Fabric tore like paper.
He didn’t unbutton anything. He ruined it fist clenched in the lace as he yanked it down her arms and let it crumple around her bare feet.
His palm slid up the curve of her spine. She shivered. Her knees buckled. He caught her again. Effortlessly.
Jeon spun her and slammed her back into the wall caging her in with his body, one hand gripping her throat just holding her still while the other dragged her panties aside.
“Tired?” he rasped darkly, mouth brushing her ear.
“Good. I'm gonna do all the work.”
Her head rolled back. Couldn’t even nod. But she didn’t resist. And that was enough.
Jeon groaned low and feral and then slammed into her with a single brutal thrust.
She cried out but her entire body jerked in response, legs instinctively trying to close but his grip kept her spread open .
One hand under her thigh. One hand fisting her hair.
He used her body.
Bounced her on his cock like a machine rough, fast, punishing.
His hips snapped against hers, every thrust shoving her harder against the wall, her back scraping the stone but she couldn’t even feel the pain. Only him.
Only Jeon.
“Look at me!” he growled, yanking her face up with a grip on her jaw. “Fucking look at me while I remind you who owns this body"
Her wide eyes met his glassy, desperate, barely coherent. But he saw everything in them.
The trust. The surrender.
She was completely gone. And that drove him mad. His lips crashed into hers but not gentle, not tender. Just brutal, teeth and tongue devouring her mouth as he fucked her harder , deeper and raw.
She gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders, her thighs squeezing around him.
She didn’t need words. He knew. He felt it.
Her body clamped down around him.
“Fuck” Jeon groaned, head dropping to her shoulder. He slammed in one final time raw and deep.
He stayed like that for a moment. Still inside her. Still holding her against the wall like a shield.
Then he pulled back carefully watching her eyes dazed, lips parted, hair wild against the wall behind her.
He kissed her. Once. Just her cheek. Then he lifted her up again cradling her after all that brutality.
He dressed her in one of his shirts and carried her back upstairs. Back to their bedroom.
Glass shards had been cleared. Fresh sheets replaced. Guards outside.
Safe.
He pushed the door open with his shoulder and stepped inside, laying her down on the bed slowly. Then he climbed in behind her. One arm wrapped around her waist one hand tangled in hers.
She laid her head on his shoulder, her eyes fluttering closed.
Her hands didn’t cling. They simply rested.
As if her soul finally knew it didn’t have to run.
[End🤍]
[ Hi guys! It’s been a while I know. I’ve been incredibly busy these past few months, life is hectic.]
here’s a list of my favourite jungkook fics, please show lots of love and support to these wonderful authors and their blogs, some of these fics contain smut so no minors allowed ♡
a- angst s- smut f- fluff ❣- ultimate favourite
series
love to hate by @kpopfanfictrash f s a (enemies to lovers friends with benefits) ❣
crybaby (2) (3) by @lavishedinjimin f s ❣
monster by @btssmutgalore s a (frat boy bad boy jk college au) ❣
bunny by @btssmutgalore s a (friends to lovers camboy jk) ❣
desperado by @chocominnie f s a (mafia au) ❣
redemption by @chocominnie f s a (sequel to desperado mafia au) ❣
bands by @xpeachesncream f s a (idol au stripper au strangers to lovers au) ❣
stockholm syndrome by @taleasnewastime f s a (mafia/gang au strangers to lovers) ❣
birds by @missbickerbocker f s a (strangers to lovers doctor jk) ❣
wanderlust with you by @amourtae f s (dilf jk married couple established relationship) ❣
paddle with me by @yoongsgguktae s (enemies to lovers au camp counselor au) ❣
f is for by @1kook s (fuck boy and fuck girl drabbles) ❣
born sinner by @1kook s (virgin jk)
to build a home by @soft4gguk f s a (nanny au dilf jk ceo au)
stoic by @blue-jade s a (ceo au cheater jk) ❣
↬ redemption s a (exes au part 2 of stoic) ❣
like you used to by @bratkook ❣
↬like you never did (part 2) s a (ex boyfriend jk toxic exes
deep six by @bratkook s a (infidelity au biker gang au) ❣
bad for you by @yoonia s a (stripper au) ❣
for me by @personasintro f s a (dilf jk neighbours au) ❣
long way home by @sparklingchim f a (dilf jk friends to lovers) ❣
ever ever after by @hansolmates f s a (dilf jk disney au fantasy au) ❣
slow dancing by @yoonia s a (soulmate au) ft. Namjoon ❣
graduation by @shina913 f s a (best friends to lovers slow burn) ❣
one-shot
how long will we fall by @jiminrings f a (soulmate au unrequited love au friends to lovers au)
fuck me forever by @bangtangalicious s (friends with benefits au)
fuck me better by @bangtangalicious s ft.Taehyung
touch me wherever by @bangtangalicious s (innocent jk and reader loss of innocence au) ❣
pour it up by @jungkxook s (fuckboys threesome) ft. Taehyung
just for tonight by @jungkxook f s (strangers to lovers)
my fault by @krreader a
catharsis by @junghelioseok s (college au friends with benefits au) ft. Jimin ❣
waking in vegas by @ppersonna f s (brother’s best friend accidental marriage) ❣
the lighthouse by @rubycoast f a (mutual pinning strangers to lovers)
forever heart by @sparklingchim s a (exes au first love)❣
champagne problems by @smoochkooks f s a (friends with benefits kinda sugar daddy au) ❣
christmas cream(pie) by @smoochkooks f s (established relationship au)
ready or not? by @chateautae s (college au) ❣
slip'n slide by @sugasbabiie f s a (exes to lovers) ❣
the lonely hearts club by @vantaenims f a (college au friends to lovers)
brother’s best friend by @bts-hyperfixation ❣
hate sex by @yeoreos s (friends with benefits)
milestone by @1kook s (first time brother’s best friend) ❣
it takes two by @junghelioseok s (roommate au fake dating au) ❣
studio sessions by @writtenwhalien f s (brother’s best friend friends with benefits to lovers) ❣
finishing line by @kooksbliss f s (strangers to lovers street racer au)
the art of war more by @kpopfanfictrash s a (jock jk enemies to lovers college au) ❣
the maid of honor misadventures by @jjkthclub f s (maid of honor au one night stand au)❣
young god by @njssi s (brother’s best friend)
chasing butterflies by @ddaenggtan f s (college au nerd jk idiots to lovers) ❣
an abundance of peaches by @yoongphoria f s a (best friends to lovers frat boy au) ❣
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So yeah its been a while since i came here and i miss a lot of things.. Can some of you recommend me some amazing fanfics specially jungkook fanfics 🥺 i know alot of good stories. But since i just came back can some of you enlight me with amazing fanfics please 🙏 i'll highly appreciate it love lots guys 😘💜
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a/n: here it is my first fanfic, don't be too harsh on me ;) if people actually read this I'll write part 2
She hasn't even reached the top of the mountain yet, but she already feels like giving up. Her lungs are tight and her legs burn. She had read somewhere that walking improves both physical and mental health, and she definitely needs it now.
With exams coming up, she has been under a lot of stress lately. She had moved to Seoul four years ago after being accepted into one of the country's top universities. It was fun to live in such a big city, a big change from the town she grew up in. However, things have been overwhelming lately and she misses her hometown, her family and her childhood friends more than ever.
She's been looking for hiking trails in Anyang. It's not too far from Seoul and will allow her to get some fresh air. At first, it was nice to be in the middle of nature, but it's been three hours since she's been on the trail and she still doesn't see the end of it. This idea seemed less ingenious.
Eventually she reached a place where other walkers were taking a break. There were several benches to sit on. She decided to take the one furthest away. As she was making her way to it, she stumbled. Her knees hit the ground and her hands saved her from falling face first. Well, that was embarrassing. There are about ten other people here, she can't help feeling sorry for herself. She came here to make herself feel better, but she can't even do that.
As she tries to get up, a young man approaches her, holding her water bottle. He reaches out with his other hand for her to grab it and help her to get to her feet. She's in no position to refuse him.
"Are you all right?" he asked, concern written all over his face. That fall must have been quite a show for a random stranger to come help her.
"I'm fine, I think..." she checked her appearance for injuries. Her leggings were torn and her knees were bloody.
"Ouch! You're bleeding, that must hurt." He said, taking in her appearance.
“I’m not feeling the pain yet but my pride definitely took a hit. That fall was so embarrassing.” She felt her face flush.
"Don't worry, it can happen to anyone. This is yours, by the way." He says, handling her water bottle, which must have flown earlier.
"Thank you," she says, taking it from him, "not just for the bottle, but for helping me... What's your name?"
"Don't mention it! My name is Park Jihoon." He said, holding out his hand for her to shake.
She took it and replied, "I'm Shin Yeonseo, nice to meet you".
"Likewise," he says with the most beautiful smile, "Do you have anything to disinfect your wounds?"
"Um... No, I didn't come prepared, you see."
"I've got a first aid kit, if you want it. It's with my friends over there." He says. He points to a group of three boys. Yeonseo thought about it and felt that it was an offer she couldn't really refuse. Besides, this guy was cute and friendly. Why not spend a little more time with him? With her studies taking up most of her time, it's rare for her to meet such nice guys.
She replied: "I'd like that".
They made their way there and he introduced her to his friends.
"Guys, this is Yeonseo. Yeonseo, these are my friends Woojin, Guanlin and Jisung."
"Nice to meet you."
She could feel a kind of tension in the air, but not directed at her. They all had their eyes on Jihoon as if it were their eyes that did the talking.
"As you can see," he said, "Yeonseo has been injured. I offered our first aid kit since she didn't have one."
Jisung spoke first while looking at her knees, "Ouch, that must be painful!"
She replied, "Yes, it doesn't look too good, but I'm lucky that your friend came to help me. At least I won't go home with infected wounds." They shook their heads in agreement and she followed Jihoon as he opened one of the bags and took out the kit. She began to clean her wounds with some water. Jihoon took out the disinfectant spray and asked her if he could spray it on her knees. She nodded, a blush visible on her cheeks. She definitely needed this gentleman's number. Where would she find someone like him? She was lost in thoughts about how to ask him for his number when his friends came.
Jisung said “Whenever you’re ready, how about we set off? If you’re not in too much pain, you should join us Yeonseo!” Jihoon looked at her with an hopeful look.
“I would love that! I came here alone and wouldn’t mind the company as a matter of fact.”
“You came here alone? That’s quite brave!” Guanlin said.
“None of my friends are into hiking so didn't have much choice. I wouldn’t say it’s brave.” She responded.
“I think it’s pretty brave to challenge yourself to walk for that long by yourself.” Jihoon added shyly. “Will you truly be okay though?” He added, referring to your bruised knees.
“I’m fine, don't worry about me.” She said with a smile. And with that, the five of them started to get going.
"So how do you know each other?" Yeonseo asks. They all exchange looks. Jihoon finally replies, "We used to work together.
"Oh really?! What did you do? "
"We are dancers." Jihoon replies quickly with a bit of a nervous look on his face. She thought it was because he wasn't used to talking about himself.
"How cool! I don't know how to dance, but I admire anyone who can control their body like dancers do. Besides, you guys are young, but you're already at work, that's impressive!"
"I'm not that young myself, if I dare say so, but thank you," Jisung replied, making everyone laugh. Jihoon whispered to her that he was already over 30 and she reacted with a shocked face.
Jisung noticed her reaction and said, "Do I look that much younger? She nodded with a broad smile.
"And what do you do?" Jihoon says.
"I'm studying medicine at Yonsei University."
"You must be very smart, isn't Yonsei one of the best universities in Korea?" Guanlin asked.
"It is, I have always liked science and physics. It came naturally to me. But it's much harder at Yonsei. I'm no longer at the top of my class. Every student here is somehow gifted. It's weird, all my life I've been complimented on how smart I am, but in my class I'm just average.
"It must be a lot of pressure." Jihoon said.
"It's not easy, but I love it. There are no limits to what you can learn in this field. Every year there are new discoveries about the human body, so there is always something new to learn." She explained with passion in her eyes.
"So why did you come here alone?" Woojin asked.
"I'm from the country, I thought spending some time in nature would help me relax. I feel a bit homesick these days."
"I can relate to that. When I was living in Korea, I couldn't help but dream of going back to Taiwan, even though I loved my work here. But somehow I want my life back here now that I am back home. Guanlin said. Everyone nodded, understanding the nostalgia.
"Where are you from, Yeonseo?" Jihoon asked.
"I'm from Hadong."
"Really?! A few years ago, Woojin and I actually took a trip there. It was beyond beautiful. The cherry trees looked so pretty." Jihoon said with stars in his eyes.
"No way! Not many people in Seoul know about Hadong, I'm surprised. Usually people would rather go to Busan."
"Well, we didn't regret our choice of destination. The food was delicious too!"
"If Jihoon says it's good, you have to believe him. He is not even the biggest seafood lover. Woojin added.
"It warms my heart to hear that the food from my hometown is loved."
"Do you know how to cook?" Woojin asked.
"I know my way around the kitchen, but I might be a bit rusty." She said jokingly. "It's been a long time since I cooked for anyone but myself. As a thank you for putting up with me, maybe I could cook for you."
"It's really no problem. You're fun to be around. Still, it's an offer we can't refuse. At least I can't refuse homemade food." Jihoon jokes.
"That trip was many years ago, I would love to taste Hadong's food again." Woojin added.
"Then I guess I have no choice." She smiled. "My place is pretty small though, I don't know if it will be comfortable for all of us."
"I haven't used it once since I bought my apartment, maybe you could use my kitchen." Jihoon offered.
"Really?"
"Yes, really!" He beamed. She couldn't help but smile back at him. "Guanlin is going back to China in a week, will you be available before he leaves?"
"Um... I don't know, I have exams at the end of the month..." Guanlin looked at her with puppy eyes, as if to say: "Please make an exception.
"It would have been nice, but if you can't, it can't be helped." Jisung said.
She really thought about it. She still had at least two weeks until the exams, one night of socializing wouldn't hurt, would it? Add to that the fact that she wanted to get to know Jihoon better, and she came to the conclusion that she could find the time.
"I think I can make time."
"Great! How is Thursday? I don't have any plans that day." Guanlin suggested. Jihoon and Woojin agreed, only Jisung wouldn't be able to make it.
"You guys enjoy yourselves without me. I have a schedule." Jisung said with a small smile.
"Send me the list of the groceries, Yeonseo, and I'll take care of it." Jihoon offered.
"Sure, send me your bank account number later so I can pay you back."
"You find time to cook for us, that's your payment." He says warmly.
"We're about to reach the top of the mountain, guys!" Woojin tells them, some distance ahead of Jihoon and Yeonseo. Elated to have finally reached the summit, they take group selfies together. The view is definitely worth sweating and bleeding for, Yeonseo thinks to herself. The boys asked her to take pictures of them. They look like they're really close, almost like brothers. She takes a moment to look at the view while the boys goof around. Jihoon joins her a few minutes later.
"This is relaxing, right?" She nods as they enjoy the view together for a few more minutes before joining the rest of the boys.
“This picture is the best, I bet it will make the fa-” Woojin stops.
"The family is really happy, right Woojin?" Jisung saves the day for Jihoon. It's not that he wants to hide his job, but it's nice to have someone who doesn't recognise him for once. He wants to make a connection without worrying that the person only likes him because he is a celebrity. He wants to get to know Yeonseo before he tells her who he is. He doesn't have to explain this to the boys, because they understand. Unfortunately, they've all been in his position. Yeonseo doesn't seem to notice the boys' exchange of glances. Talking about all sorts of things, they begin their journey back. Eventually, Jihoon and Yeonseo stay a bit behind. Yeonseo's injuries prevented her from walking as fast as the others. The boys decided that this was a good opportunity to let Jihoon have some time alone with Yeonseo. They left, saying that they had to hurry. Yeonseo couldn't find it in her heart to complain about it at all. They talked about anything and everything all the way to the foot of the mountain where she had to wait for the bus back to Seoul.
"We have a free seat in our car if you want, Jisung is a good driver, I promise. " Jihoon joked.
"Don't worry, my bus is almost here. Thank you though. I'll let you enjoy your time with the boys."
"Fine, I won't put any pressure on you. We should exchange numbers, by the way." He tries to say nonchalantly. She can see he's a bit nervous, but doesn't comment. She adds her number to his contact list and calls herself to save his number for later. Just then her bus arrives. She waves goodbye and says: "See you on Thursday! He waves back with a big smile and watches her bus drive away.
He meets the boys at their car, and as he gets in they look at him with expectant eyes. "What?"
“What was that? Did you fall in love with her or what? I’ve never seen you like that with a girl dude!” Woojin adds.
"I don't know. At first I helped her out of kindness, but there's something about her I can't explain".
"Well, you've got her number and you know when you'll see her next, so well played!" Jisung said. Jihoon smiled at the thought of seeing her again.
Yeonseo sat on the bus with a huge grin on her face. Shit, what a good day, maybe her life won't be so miserable anymore. She couldn't wait to tell her roommate about Jihoon.
As soon as she got back to her flat, she went straight up to Minhee's room. Minhee looked surprised. "Wow, why do you have such a happy look on your face? I didn't know that walking would do that, I guess I should come with you next time".
"I met the man of my dreams," Yeonseo said, sitting on the chair by the desk while Minhee lay in her bed. He's beautiful, caring, kind, a good listener. Honestly, I could go on for hours."
"Don't you think you're exaggerating a bit," Minhee said in a joking way, "although I have to say I haven't seen you this excited in a very long time. So did you get his number?" At the same time Yeonseo gets a notification, she checks her phone and wriggles happily. Jihoon has just sent her a text message:
"Hey, this is Jihoon. I hope you got home safely. Don't forget to take care of those wounds of yours.
- I had a great time today, can't wait for Thursday. Have a good evening :)"
genre. fluff. mutual pining. whc1 w/o the angst au.
warnings. they're both whipped.
pairing. sieun x fem!reader.
wc. 2.6k. (wish it was longer damn)
request. no.
a/n. happy birthday @yeonjuns-redhair i love you so so so so much you'd better enjoy it 🔪
Sieun hadn’t taken much interest in girls during his life. Other than the fleeting first crush he had when he was fourteen, girls had been the last thing on his mind as he focused all his energy into his grades. But there was just something about you that Sieun couldn’t ignore. Without realising it, he was falling head over heels in love with you and he didn’t even have the courage to speak a single word to you.
You sat a seat up from Sieun one row over, a spot which allowed him to admire you silently whenever he wanted (which was increasingly becoming the only thing he wanted to do). Whenever the window was open on a warmer day, the breeze would always reach your hair and blow in just the way to take Sieun’s breath away. He had become an expert at pretending to be absorbed in his notes like he always was, but his gaze always found its way to you eventually.
The first person to realise was Sooho.
“You like Y/n or something?” Sooho teased, dropping into the seat in front of Sieun, making him look up from his notes which hadn’t been added to in the past 20 minutes despite the pencil in his hand.
“Is it obvious?” Sieun said in a panicked voice, eyes glancing over the mostly empty room just to make sure no one was listening.
“Given that she has the power to take your attention away from your studies, I’d say so.” Sooho pointed out, grinning.
“What do I do?” Sieun sighed, dropping his pencil, dropping his head into his hands.
Sooho leaned back in his seat, pretending to think, “Ask her out, obviously.”
Sieun’s eyes widened, “What?”
“What?” Sooho echoed.
“I… I can’t ask her out.”
“Why not?”
Sieun flushed, “...She’s too good for me.” He mumbled.
Sooho raised his eyebrow at this, “Oh, you’re more whipped than I thought.” He gave Sieun a lopsided grin, finding the younger boy adorable. “Let me guess, you’ve never had a girlfriend before?” Sieun shook his head. “Don’t worry,” Sooho nodded as he spoke, “I can help you.”
“How?”
“Private lessons.” Sooho concluded, standing up and patting Sieun’s shoulder before walking out of the classroom. Sieun stared at him as he left, feeling the anxiety rising and he tried to gulp it back down.
//
Sieun’s first “private lesson” took place the next day. As he worked his part time job at the restaurant, Sooho gave all the advice he had to Sieun. Most of it went right over the smaller boy’s head, but he tried his best to at least write it all down on a notepad. He would need all the help he could get in order to even approach you, so he studied diligently.
“Figure out what she likes first. If she likes strawberry smoothies, buy her a strawberry smoothie. If she likes stuffed animals, buy her one. But be nonchalant about it, like you just happened to know that it was her favourite. Girls don’t like it when boys are obsessed with them.” Sooho explained as he sorted cans of soda.
“Am I too obsessed with her?” Sieun said suddenly, halting the movements of his pen.
“No, no, don’t worry about that. She’ll love you, you’re very lovable once you open up.”
“What if she doesn’t?”
“And what if she does? Stop overthinking it and write down what I say, okay?”
Sieun left that first lesson overwhelmed. He had never thought so hard about how much eye contact to make or what pick-up lines to use. He was starting to feel like maybe he couldn’t do this. You were way out of his league and didn’t even know he existed. He was stupid to even try.
When he arrived at school in the morning, his head felt as cloudy as the sky outside. It was encroaching on a darkness but still clung to the cusp of a light grey. The clouds swirled around and hid the sun, a harsh breeze shifting the leaves on the trees.
Sieun opened his backpack to get out his notebook, but his attention was immediately drawn to a small bottle of mango juice. Sooho must have stuck it in. He grabbed it and found a sticky note with unmistakably Sooho’s handwriting scrawled on it.
I heard from her friend that this is her fav— remember what I told you ;)
Sieun sighed and peeled the sticky note off of the bottle, recalling all the steps Sooho had meticulously given him the previous day. Act cool, don’t try too hard, don’t act interested at first, etc.
Sieun busied himself with studying for the next hour, waiting for when you arrived to class so he could give you the juice. You walked in with a boy beside you and Sieun’s heart sunk. His eyes flickered between you and the boy who was clearly clinging to your side. Sieun thought that maybe you looked uncomfortable, but he didn’t know for sure. He just forced himself to look down at his paper, missing the way you instinctively looked at him, a mixture of disappointment in your face.
Sooho offered Sieun a ride home after school, eager to know if he had successfully made a move on you. “Did she like the juice?” Sooho asked brightly, passing Sieun the motorcycle helmet.
The other boy was silent as he put it on, still processing his disappointed emotions. Why did it make him feel like he was about to explode seeing someone else so close to you?
With the long pause, Sooho was quick to pick up on what had happened, “Don’t tell me you didn’t give it to her?” Sieun nodded quietly, affirming Sooho’s suspicions before sitting down on the motorcycle without another word. Sooho sighed and joined him, turning on the engine with a loud rev and entering the lane on the road.
//
You had known Sooho since your 5th birthday. He was that one kid who no one really knew why they were invited to the party, but ended up being the star anyway. He had caked you in the face on your 7th birthday as a prank, and now it was a tradition at every birthday.
No one was really aware of how close you two were, since you didn’t spend much time talking at school. Sooho was always sleeping and you were always spending way too much time being distracted by the most beautiful eyes- studying. You were studying.
It had been months of your studying being rudely distracted by this… certain someone, and your grades were realistically suffering because of it. You needed to do something about it, and luckily for you, Sooho was friends with this boy. It was like the stars had aligned.
“Sooho!” You sat down loudly at the desk in front of the sleeping boy, earning a tired groan as the boy attempted to wake up from his slumber.
“What?” He rubbed his eye lazily, waiting for you to bring up what was so important as to interrupt his precious sleep.
“I need to confess or else my grades will crash and burn.” You said dramatically, much to the confusion of the boy in front of you.
“Who are you confessing to?” He asked groggily but a bit more alert than before, thoughts of Sieun’s failed confession running through his brain immediately. What if you liked someone completely different? Should Sooho still encourage Sieun to confess to you?
“Sieun…” You muttered weakly.
“What?” Sooho’s eyes brightened when you repeated Sieun’s name in clarification. “I have a plan.”
Sooho’s plan was the most absurd thing you had ever heard. How the heck was randomly showing up to Sieun’s apartment going to achieve anything? What did he expect you two to do? Eat dinner?
Sooho had dropped you off 30 seconds ago and sped off on his motorcycle before you could figure out exactly where you were and bombard him with questions. He didn’t give you any instructions, any pointers. All he said was that Sieun had something to drink. You were confused and a little annoyed and scared. You would probably embarrass yourself in front of Sieun and then that would be the end of it. You wouldn’t have the courage to even look at the boy ever again.
You hesitantly knocked on the door since Sooho had threatened you in case you chose to run away instead of doing anything. As the door opened, you were faced with the pair of eyes that you expected. You watched as shock flickered over them.
You could practically melt right then and there just from looking at him. You had never actually seen him in clothes other than his school uniform, and while he looked good in it, he looked infinitely better in this; a soft crew neck and sweatpants. You could only imagine how comfortable it would be to hug him or even cuddle-
Your thoughts were shut down when Sieun spoke, a little timidly, “Do you want to come in?” His voice was soft like it always was. He never really talked much. Even when answering questions in class, he spoke in as few words as possible. You couldn’t lie, you found it endearing.
You nodded and walked through the door, finding the apartment unsurprisingly clean. You took off your shoes, staying in just your socks. Sieun tried to look for a spare pair of slippers to give you, but the only pair was his dad’s which were comically too big for you.
You gave up the search and walked to the couch to sit down. You could feel this warm feeling in the air, like some simmering tension. It wasn’t uncomfortable, in fact, it gave you the slight sensation of butterflies in your stomach.
Sieun sat next to you on the couch but not too close and you were both silent. You weren’t sure what to say or where to start. You had asked Sooho for help with confessing, but it would seem too abrupt to start with that. You wanted to warm up to Sieun first, though you weren’t sure how long you could wait before the words fell out of your mouth.
“Do you want a drink?” Sieun asked and you smiled. So Sooho wasn’t lying with that part.
“What are the options?”
“Uh…” He dropped his head, thinking for a second before running to the small fridge and pulling out a bottle of mango juice, “You like this… right?”
You nodded, “Yeah, I do.”
Sieun’s lips turned up into the cutest smile you had ever seen in your entire life. You felt like you were floating on clouds from the elated feeling. You made him smile.
Once you had received a glass of mango juice, the conversation started flowing a bit easier. You talked about school and hobbies and your favourite foods. Though Sieun didn’t say much, you could tell he was always listening to what you were saying. That was a bit unusual to you. You were always used to being ignored or thought of as obnoxious when you talked, so you rarely felt comfortable saying what you wanted to. With Sieun, however, you felt like you could say anything and he would listen.
It was late in the night and Sieun was preparing a small dinner for you both. He had been overwhelmingly kind and considerate that you felt your will to not confess being slowly withered away. You were about to crack, you could feel it. As soon as he did one more thing to make your heart flutter, you would have to spill it otherwise you were sure you would explode.
Your resolve was finally broken while you were eating. You were sitting across from Sieun on the floor, food spread out as best as Sieun could make it. You had a small bit of sauce on the corner of your lip, and before you could notice yourself, Sieun had leaned across the table and wiped it off gently with his thumb.
Your cheeks flushed pink at the touch. You were lucky you didn’t have any food in your mouth otherwise you would’ve probably choked. You were stunned, staring at the boy in front of you. And then he smiled as if he was shy but happy to help. You could see his ears had turned pink at the tips, and then finally your mouth was spitting out words before your brain could catch up.
“I like you, Sieun.”
//
“I’m nervous I’ll do it wrong.” Sieun whispered, head dropped to look at the floor. You could see his cheeks a bright red and you were sure that your boyfriend was the cutest thing this world had ever created.
“You won’t be able to mess up cuddling, I promise.” You reassured him.
“But I’ve never done it before… What if-”
“You’ve hugged me before.” You cut him off. He nodded. He had hugged you, many many times. He wanted to hug you right now. “It’ll just be like a prolonged hug… except more relaxed.” You understood how the thought of cuddling could feel daunting for him. He had been touch-starved his entire life. “I’ll show you how it works, but… you need to come here first.” You giggled and patted the spot next to you on the bed.
Sieun’s face flushed more and he joined you carefully, scooting next to you. You grabbed his wrist and tugged him even closer to you, “It’s hard to cuddle when there's a gap between us.” You explained with a smile.
You decided it would be best to make the first move, so you wrapped your arms around his waist and rested your cheek on his chest. He was even more comfortable than you could’ve imagined, and you wondered why you hadn’t done this before. He smelled clean and calming, your nerves instantly becoming soothed by being so close to him.
He had tensed up at first, not sure how to respond and hyper aware of how fast his heart was beating. You were so pretty and the fact that you were hugging him so closely? Sieun would probably never recover. He figured that wrapping his arm around your shoulder would be natural, and he soon discovered that the position was 10 times more comfortable that way as you snuggled even closer to him.
“Your heart is beating so fast… Nervous?” You mumbled, peering up at him with a small teasing smile.
“Yeah…”
“Me too.” You whispered, a smile growing as you could feel both your hearts beating at the same fast rate.
Sieun was an excellent cuddler, he just didn’t realise it. He naturally started rubbing your arm in a soothing way until his hand travelled up to your hair and started playing with it. You were sure you would become addicted to cuddling him after this. Maybe you would ask him to cuddle with you everyday…
“Can I kiss you?” You asked suddenly. Sieun’s hand stopped playing with your hair.
“I… I’ve never-”
“I know. Me neither.” You said shyly, “It just… seemed like the right moment, but if you don’t-”
“I do. I really really do.” He said firmly and smiled a little. Your heart was already melted from the cuddles, but it was as good as evaporated at the sight of his smile.
“Okay.” You cupped his cheek cautiously before leaning in, not quite touching his lips, waiting for him to lean in as well. He pressed his lips to yours softly, timidly moving them in case you were uncomfortable or he was doing it wrong.
