Ooooo! How would Jungkook, RM and Suga react to an S/o that purposely committed a crime just so they could go to jail and get away from them?
Whoops I wrote this as Taegi. Hope you still like it!
YN licks her lips, veins overrun with apprehension. Sheâs loitering behind one of the tall white shelves in the gas station near her house - or rather, near where sheâs forced to stay, stalling. What sheâs about to do is wrong, and she knows it. But thatâs exactly why she has to do it.
YN has always been a good girl, staying after class to help teachers organize files, picking up trash others have left behind, volunteering at the community soup kitchen. And yet, instead of her good nature being properly awarded (not that she was kind for attention or praise) YN somehow caught the eyes of not one, but two devils, drawn to her softhearted demeanor, determined to bring her down to hell with them, never to see the light of day again.
Bitterly, YN remembers the first day she saw them, the day her fate took a turn for the worst. Sheâd been on a lunch run, happy to pick up her coworkers meals from a sandwich shop a block away from the office. Everything had been going swimmingly until she collided with a stranger, sending both her and all of the carefully wrapped subs tumbling towards the concrete.
Heâd initially been annoyed even though it was him who hadnât been paying attention to where he was going, but Taehyungâs interest had soon been piqued when the young lady sprawled on the floor seemed much more worried about the ruined food than her bleeding palms and knees. For a moment, ever so quickly, that businessmanâs mind imagined this poor, helpless girl on her knees, scraped and bruised, giving him that same concerned, borderline frightened look. It stirred something deep within him, something that had Taehyung squatting down to help her up, placating her worry by telling her heâd help her grab more sandwiches and even pay for them himself.
How stupid sheâs been. How nieve. YN hadnât suspected even a single impure motive behind the beautiful strangerâs sweet actions, not even when she found out he was one of the CEOs of the company she worked at.
YN ignored her coworkersâ warnings, sure that they had to be exaggerating, spreading baseless rumors. Even when Taehyung began passing appropriate lines, touching her longer than he should, making excuses for her to come to his office more than necessary.
It was during such a visit where YN met Yoongi, Taehyungâs lover and the other CEO of the company. Even though the man was petite and pale, the exact opposite of Taehyungâs long body and tan complexion, they complimented each other perfectly, strong and overbearing, striking fear into everyone who dares question their decisions.
And yet, YN was still unable to see their growing obsession, their desire to control every aspect of YNâs life. Gradually, carefully, Yoongi and Taehyung isolated YN from her friends and family, asserting their wishes over her until they had her locked up in their penthouse.Â
Sheâs kept both literally and figuratively on a diamond leash, stuck in luxury, forced to endure their biting kisses and bruising affection, the heavy hand of discipline ready to come down upon her whenever she puts even a toe out of line.
How long has it been since sheâs been theirs? Since her life has been golden and charred all at once? Her sweet, innocent self seems like another person entirely, replaced by the shell of a human being.
YN canât do it any longer. She canât be wrapped around Taehyungâs finger, controlled by Yoongiâs tongue for even one moment longer.
And thatâs why sheâs here at this gas station, ready to do wrong, ready to end it all.The front door to the penthouse had been unlocked and YN hadnât been chained, the two tyrants having faith that theyâve broken her so thoroughly that she wouldnât try to escape, not after she hadnât been able to sit for an entire week the last time she tried to leave.
Taking one more breath, YN grabs something from the shelves, shoving it in her pockets as obviously as she can. But before she can even take a single step, warm breath fans over her neck, YN freezing as she recognizes the scent of the man behind her.
âJust what do you think youâre doing, baby girl?â Taehyungâs words are a purr, raking over her spine and raising her goosebumps.Â
The man grips her tightly, nails digging into her skin painfully, moments away from drawing blood.
âAs soon as we get home, your ass is mine, do you understand me?â
His other hand winds into her hair, tugging it so harshing she screeches, catching the attention of the few patrons in the gas station. YNâs cheeks flood with heat, mortified at the pitying looks on their faces.
She tries in vain to free herself as sheâs dragged out of the gas station, digging her heels into the asphalt.
âIf you know whatâs good for you, youâll behave,â Taehyung hisses.
Normally such words would cause YN to be obedient immediately, but she resists even harder refusing to go back to that penthouse, back to that diamond leash. Â
âLet me go! I hate you! I hate you more than anything!â YN shouts, managing to wriggle free from his tight grasp.
Taehyungâs gaze hardens.
âYouâll always be ours, YN. Always. Youâll never be free from Yoongi and I,â
YN huffs, breathing heavily, anger welling up inside of her. Reaching her hand into her pocket, she draws her stolen item, the darkness hiding it from Taehyungâs eyes. As he snatches her close to him again, YN uses the momentum to drive the tip of the Swiss Army Knife into Taehyungâs eyeball.
For once heâs the one screaming, YN standing above him as he falls to the ground. She quickly jumps on top of him, wrapping her delicate fingers around his perfect throat and squeezing harder, harder, harder until the life dies out of his eyes and his nails stop clawing unto her arms.
She doesnât even protest when sheâs escorted into a police car in handcuffs, some disembodied voice reading her her rights.
All she can think of is the way Taehyung looked sprawled beneath her, powerless to her will, forced to take her punishment. For a sick moment, YN understands his sadistic desires, understand the pleasure of breaking someone else. She laughs as they drive away, laughs so hard that she canât breathe.
Even if she spends the rest of her life behind bars, at least she wonât be stuck with them.
Weeks later, as she stands before a judge, as she damns herself to a lifetime in prison, sentenced with second-degree murder.
As sheâs lead away from the stand by two armed policemen, YN catches eyes with Yoongi, looking at her in that unreadable way.
âI would have killed you too, if I could have,â she proclaims, grinning happily as sheâs shoved forward harshly, and through a set of double doors, never to be seen again.
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