ā Summary: When you moved to Korea after finishing college to continue pursuing latte art and baking, the last thing you were expecting was to open up your very own coffee shop under BTS Corp, Koreaās biggest entertainment service company for idols, models, singers, and more. Thanks to your hard work, creativity, and approachable personality you managed to become friendly with some pretty big named individuals as well as up and coming talent. As exciting and fun as it was for you, you slowly began to realize how much your 7 bosses werenāt particularly fond of this, acts of jealousy, pettiness, and aggression poking through in the most unsuspecting of ways. But what could 7 big named dragons want with a little foreign bunny?
Hereās chapter 5 so soon after chapter 4 lol! This was a bit unexpected for even me but Iāve been waiting to get to this point! There is SMUT at the VERY END. Itās not like super explicit and itās my first time so please bare with me lol. Next chapter though, I plan on doing more practice and research beforehand because that chapter is supposed to be SUPER SMUTTY with like everyone!!! For now, please enjoy this chapter. A bit longer than Iād like but still short-ish.
**UPDATED JULY 2nd, 2021** I changed the smut scene. I feel far better about it now than I did when I originally posted a few weeks back! Hopefully anyone whoās read it has a chance to go over it again before the next chapter but itās really not necessary lol!
Things had been a bit different when you all first started dating. You werenāt used to the overly affectionate advances, especially when it was because you guys were a couple. You didnāt mind it but it took some getting used to. They enjoyed your shy, timid, flusters. The way you would stutter, or avert your gaze, or ask for permission to do normal couple things was too cute for them to handle. But no matter what, they never did anything out of your comfort zone. And you were thankful for that.
You all agreed to keep your relationship a secret from almost everyone, the only ones being aware of it was the staff at the mansion, including Mr. and Mrs. Choi. They had a majority of their life plastered under a microscope for millions of people to witness and dissect. The last thing they wanted was to have you scrutinized and evaluated for being their girlfriend. That being said, it meant that you all had to be a bit more cautious about your interactions at work.
You being you, you never had a problem with that. But some of the others kinda had a hard time containing themselves when they finally got to see you for the day. It was especially bad if they went almost the entire day not seeing you. Thatās when they would become very clingy. It was the ones youād expect; Taehyung, Jimin, and Jungkook. Hoseok and Jin were pretty mild while Namjoon and Yoongi almost always managed to contain themselves, for the most part at least.
ā Summary: When you moved to Korea after finishing college to continue pursuing latte art and baking, the last thing you were expecting was to open up your very own coffee shop under BTS Corp, Koreaās biggest entertainment service company for idols, models, singers, and more. Thanks to your hard work, creativity, and approachable personality you managed to become friendly with some pretty big named individuals as well as up and coming talent. As exciting and fun as it was for you, you slowly began to realize how much your 7 bosses werenāt particularly fond of this, acts of jealousy, pettiness, and aggression poking through in the most unsuspecting of ways. But what could 7 big named dragons want with a little foreign bunny?
Hereās chapter 4! Dear god itās been a minute and Iām sorry for the late update. I suddenly had a burst of inspiration and somehow managed to finish the rest of chapter 4! That being said, all chapters after that are going to be really short and more like various progressive scenarios in their life. Iād like to do that with all stories moving forward but weāll see how that goes. Haha, please enjoy!Ā Ā
It had been 6 months since the night of the gala and you had blossomed a very unexpectedly close friendship with the 7 CEOās of BTS Corp. The men would often visit you during odd hours throughout the work day and sometimes more than once if they had the free time. It was even becoming natural that, depending on their work, they would spend their entire time in your small cafe. You liked days like that. It made you feel special that one, maybe even a few, of them would resort themselves to indulging in your presence. Of all the places they couldāve easily gravitated towards, it was always you in the end.
You didnāt want to think too much into it though, pleased with the current standing of your relationship with them. You were already considered lucky and you didnāt want to seem selfish or greedy by asking for more. But a girl could dream right? She could imagine that they really did want to be there to be closer to her. To adore her from afar, watching her every move as she worked. To believe they would look up and smile at her soothing voice or the way her hair had framed her face that day. You marveled at the mere thought of the idea, relishing in the possibility that they really could view you the same way as you did to them. How unfortunate Ā you never once realized how true those scenarios were.
ā Summary: When you moved to Korea after finishing college to continue pursuing latte art and baking, the last thing you were expecting was to open up your very own coffee shop under BTS Corp, Koreaās biggest entertainment service company for idols, models, singers, and more. Thanks to your hard work, creativity, and approachable personality you managed to become friendly with some pretty big named individuals as well as up and coming talent. As exciting and fun as it was for you, you slowly began to realize how much your 7 bosses werenāt particularly fond of this, acts of jealousy, pettiness, and aggression poking through in the most unsuspecting of ways. But what could 7 big named dragons want with a little foreign bunny?
ā Warnings: fluff, sexual tension, verbal insulting (bullying), underlying threats, mentions of murder
ā Word Count: 7.7k
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Hereās chapter 3! If Iām being honestā¦not a huge fan of this chapter. Thatās why it took me so long to finally post for you all. Regardless, I hope you enjoy it for what itās worth and look forward to future chapters! :D
Also this is like completely uneditedā¦so please forgive any mistakes T_T Iāll come back an fix it soon, promise!
When you walked out of your apartment you were met with none other than Mr.Choi again. He looked just as happy and cheerful as always, him unexpectedly and unexplainably becoming your chauffeur since the first time you met him. You had protested to Namjoon the following day, claiming that you didnāt deserve such illustrious treatment, but you caved when he dismissed you and those irresistible dimples appeared. Curse that face of his and his way with words. So here you were being driven around in a car you had to look up to find out how expensive it was. Luckily though, Mr. Choi never made you uncomfortable and always eased your worries and concerns. Ultimately, if nothing else you made a really nice friend from the whole ordeal.
When Mr. Choi finally reached the estate; you werenāt surprised by how extravagant and vast the property was. Given the amount of money they make hourly as well as the fact they house seven grown male dragon hybrids, it only made sense their home was so large. Add the fact they host gatherings and meetings and youād expect nothing less. However, where you used to live, houses this big did not exist anywhere in sight. They were gated off similar to this but they looked more like mobile homes compared to the mansion sitting in front of you.
Traditional decor cooperated beautifully with a modern touch with every architectural design your eyes laid on. Hints of the lawn, the roads, and the surrounding garden were made clear that a professional hand took great care of it daily. Their driveway felt like another street and the amount of security that you could witness probably was minor compared to what was really surrounding the property. They may not have shown it so openly to the public that they were rich but their home definitely did. You wouldāve thought a government official lived here or someone else with an even higher status.
ā Summary: When you moved to Korea after finishing college to continue pursuing latte art and baking, the last thing you were expecting was to open up your very own coffee shop under BTS Corp, Koreaās biggest entertainment service company for idols, models, singers, and more. Thanks to your hard work, creativity, and approachable personality you managed to become friendly with some pretty big named individuals as well as up and coming talent. As exciting and fun as it was for you, you slowly began to realize how much your 7 bosses werenāt particularly fond of this, acts of jealousy, pettiness, and aggression poking through in the most unsuspecting of ways. But what could 7 big named dragons want with a little foreign bunny?
Hereās chapter 2! Thank you all for the feedback and kind support. This oneās a bit shorter but now we have officially been introduced to all our CEOs! :D Please enjoy! Remember, if you want to be apart of the tag list, message me directly or send in an ask, do not comment the request under any of the posts. I will not check there! Anywho, half the slots have been officially filled! Thanks for understanding!
A few weeks have passed since your new found friendships amongst 4 of the 7 CEOās of BTS Corp. You would have never pegged yourself of all people to have been blessed with such an outlandish opportunity like this. From your viewpoint, this was almost too good to be true, circumstances fit for a fairytale if you were being truly honest. But somehow, it was your reality.
You were so used to hopping onto social media seeing so many people fawn over the individuals you now call your bosses. Many of them argued over what theyāre ideal type was and who could and couldnāt interact with them as if they knew better than the ones in question. It was comical really, witnessing people who hadnāt even seen them in person, let alone know them, provide information they were convinced was factual. So sure of themselves that even those who have yet to formulate their own opinions ate it up like it was godās given gospel.
You never really liked interacting with people like that, more prone to keeping your opinions and personal life far away from social media. There was always someone looking to say something no matter what kind of consequences came from their actions. Over the years youāve learned to stray away from social media entirely unless it was to post your work and interact with the comments and critiques from people who wanted to say something about it. Other than that, your relationship with social media has been both cooperative yet distant.
ā Summary: When you moved to Korea after finishing college to continue pursuing latte art and baking, the last thing you were expecting was to open up your very own coffee shop under BTS Corp, Koreaās biggest entertainment service company for idols, models, singers, and more. Thanks to your hard work, creativity, and approachable personality you managed to become friendly with some pretty big named individuals as well as up and coming talent. As exciting and fun as it was for you, you slowly began to realize how much your 7 bosses werenāt particularly fond of this, acts of jealousy, pettiness, and aggression poking through in the most unsuspecting of ways. But what could 7 big named dragons want with a little foreign bunny?
ā Warnings: verbal bullying (mild), sexual tension, fluff
ā Word Count: 8.6k
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Hereās chapter 1! I think this is the longest chapter Iāve ever written? I did a little everyday and took me about a whole week! I hope you all enjoy it! :) ________________________________________________________________
Anyone who tells you that your dreams and goals are unattainable because of where and who you want to work with, is lying to you. Especially if, no matter what, you stay consistent, faithful, and hardworking. Youāre bound to manifest a life you deserve, possibly even one greater. Never falter. Never cave. Never settle. Stay true to yourself, your dreams, and keep going. Through the redirection, the obstacles, even through the days you want to give up. Donāt. So thatās exactly what you did. And you succeeded.
People told you how insane it was to want to open up a coffee shop in South Korea. How you should just open up one here or, better yet, work at a coffee shop and work your way up through management. You were met with much of this talk, unsure why so many people were quick to shoot you down before even giving you a chance.
Luckily, your immediate family was very supportive, having always offered any form of assistance to make your dreams come true. You were beyond thankful for that aspect. However, those like your uncle and your grandfather cautioned you, fearful that your complexion may cause you unwanted and unneeded issues as well as the fact that youāre a bunny hybrid. That scared them even more, especially seeing how, as of late, many rabbit based hybrids have gone missing and placed in sex trafficking rings.
Trigger warnings: predator/prey dynamics, action and adventure, dark themes, kidnapping, use of sedation in kidnapping, needles, mentions of blood, dubcon elements (no smut), physical altercations, depictions of violence
Outside, the world remained a blue black void. The parking lot sat abandoned, save for her beat up hatchback tucked near the curb, while street lamps painted long, amber streaks across the pavement from an earlier rain. It was too early for humanity, too early for coffee, and far too early to exist. Y/N dropped her bag behind the counter and immediately fell into her routine: espresso machine on, pastry case lights on, ovens preheating.Ā
She tied her apron around her waist with practiced, quick movements, her hair piled messily on top of her head. She liked opening shifts because nobody bothered her. There was no fake smiling, no drunk businessmen, and no college students flirting for free drinks. There was just the silence, the hiss of steam, and the click of cups. Control.
By 4:31, she was wiping down the counter when she heard it: a low growl in the distance. Then another. Then a third. Her head lifted immediately.Ā
Three bikes swung sharply into the parking lot, tires hissing over the wet asphalt. These weren't the sloppy, obnoxious bikes college boys rode; these were sleek and predatory. The black paint gleaming under the streetlights. As the riders killed their engines one after another, a heavy silence crashed down in their wake.Ā
The other two spread out behind him; one leaned casually against the wall while the other shoved his hands into his pockets. All three were silent, all three were staring.Ā
Y/Nās pulse climbed hard enough that she could hear it in her ears. āOkay!ā she called through the glass, trying to sound irritated instead of nervous. āYou guys seriously need to come back in like thirty minutes!ā
The leader reached up slowly and removed his helmet. Y/N suddenly forgot how to breathe.
āJungkook?ā
He smiled that same cruel, devastating smile she remembered from high school, only sharper and meaner now. āHey, Y/N.ā
Oh, hell no.
Behind him, the other two removed their helmets as well. Jimin looked exactly the same, somehow still carrying that permanently punchable expression. And then there was Taehyung. Y/N immediately wished she hadnāt looked at him. He had changed the most; his dark hair was longer now, falling messily over his forehead, and he was leaner, his shoulders broader. Tattoos disappeared beneath the sleeves of his black thermal, but it was his eyes that caught her steady, quiet, and locking onto hers instantly.
The memory of their senior summer slammed into her: the late night drives, the cigarettes outside parties, him pinning her against his truck just to watch her mouth off at him. It had been nothing official, nothing healthy, and nothing finished properly.
Y/N recovered first, her expression flattening instantly. āYouāve got to be kidding me.ā
Jimin barked out a laugh. āThere she is.ā
Jungkook rested a forearm against the window frame casually. āYou gonna let us in, or are you still scared of us?ā
āIām not scared of you,ā she snapped automatically.
Jungkookās smile widened slightly. āSure.ā
Y/N hesitated. Every single survival instinct told her not to unlock that door. But they knew her. Unfortunately. And refusing them would probably just make this more annoying.
āBefore you say anything,ā she said, pointing an annoyed expression at all three of them, āI canāt make food yet. Coffee only.ā
Jimin snorted. āTold you she still worked here.ā
āShut up,ā Y/N shot back instantly.
His grin widened. āStill got attitude, too.ā
āI still hate you, too, Jimin.ā
āAw.ā
Jungkook ignored both of them completely. His eyes stayed on her. Locked. Uncomfortable. Y/N crossed her arms defensively. āSo what do you psychos want?ā
āCoffee sounds good,ā Jungkook said mildly.Ā
āThought so.ā
She turned toward the espresso machine, mostly to break eye contact. It was a bad idea; now she could feel them behind her. Three men. Three sets of eyes. Watching. The air felt charged suddenly. Wrong.
āYou still talk to Ava?ā Jungkook asked casually.
There it was. Y/N kept her face neutral as she grabbed cups. āSometimes.ā
āMm.ā
She glanced over her shoulder. āYou plan on ruining her life again, or just mine today?ā
Jimin coughed to hide a laugh. Jungkook didnāt smile. āShe still hates me?ā
āShe should.ā
āBecause of what you told her?ā
Y/N slammed a cup down harder than necessary. āNo,ā she said coldly. āBecause youāre an asshole.ā
Silence. Heavy silence. Then Jungkook laughed softly. It wasn't an amused sound; it was a dangerous one. āYou always did run your mouth.ā
Y/N looked back at him directly. āAnd you always acted like a fucking mob boss in a town with one stoplight.ā
Jimin outright laughed this time. Even Taehyungās mouth twitched slightly. Jungkook just stared at her. Then, he slowly approached the counter. Y/N straightened immediately. He stopped on the customer side, close enough that she could see rainwater still clinging to the collar of his jacket.
āYou know,ā he said quietly, āmost people get smarter after high school.ā
āYou know,ā she replied, matching his tone perfectly, āmost people stop peaking there.ā
Jimin muttered, āJesus Christ.ā
Jungkook leaned slightly closer. Y/N hated how her pulse jumped. āYou still think Iām the villain.ā
āI think youāre annoying.ā
āThatās not what I asked.ā
She held his gaze stubbornly. āI think you like making people afraid of you.ā
Something flickered in his expression then. Interest. āOh?ā Jungkook murmured. āAnd are you afraid of me, Y/N?ā
āNo.ā
It was a lie. His smile sharpened because he heard it, too. Behind him, Taehyung finally spoke for the first time. āSheās smarter than that.ā
Y/Nās eyes snapped to him. Big mistake. The way he looked at her almost knocked the breath out of her. He wasn't being friendly, but he wasn't exactly hostile, either. He was focused. Like he was remembering things he shouldnāt.Ā
Her stomach twisted hard. She looked away first. Coward.
āYouāre all being weird,ā she said flatly.
Jimin grinned. āWeird?ā
āYes, weird. Showing up here looking like Batman villains at four in the morning ā
Jungkook noticed immediately. His expression changed subtle, but enough. Every muscle in Y/Nās body tightened. āWhy are you really here?ā she asked quietly.
No one answered. That was worse.
She took another step backward. The espresso machine hissed loudly beside her. Jimin exchanged a glance with Jungkook. Taehyung remained silent near the door, not blocking it exactly, but close enough.
Y/Nās heartbeat started thundering now. āThis isnāt funny anymore.ā
Jungkook moved around the edge of the counter slowly. Not rushing. Hunting. Y/N instantly backed away farther. āJungkook.ā
āYouāre nervous.ā
āNo shit.ā
āYou should be.ā
Her stomach dropped. There it was. Real fear hit hard and immediately. Not teasing. Not nostalgia. Something genuinely wrong.Ā
Y/Nās voice sharpened. āWhat the fuck does that mean?ā
Jungkook kept advancing slowly. Every instinct screamed. But running too early felt just as dangerous.
āYou always thought you were untouchable,ā Jungkook said, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous softness.
āIām serious ā
āSo are we.ā
We.
The word hit her like a splash of ice water. Y/Nās eyes darted between the three of them, searching for a crack in the facade. Jimin looked like he was being entertained by a show; Taehyung looked unreadable, a shadow in the dim light; but Jungkook... Jungkook looked certain.
Oh fuck.
āOh, youāve got to be kidding me,ā she whispered.
Jungkook tilted his head, a predatory edge to his gaze. āYou wanna do this the easy way or the hard way?ā
His smile flashed white in the dim lighting, bright and mocking. āThere she is.ā He paused, his eyes locking onto hers. āIāll give you a head start.ā
Jimin vaulted the counter with a heavy crash, and Jungkook swore sharply as chairs screeched across the floor. The adrenaline sharpened everything: the flicker of the fluorescent lights, the roar of her own breathing, and the heavy, rhythmic thud of boots behind her. They were fast. Too fast.
Y/N reached the stockroom, her hand sweeping a metal tray off a shelf. She hurled it backward blindly.
āShit ā Jimin groaned as the metal clattered against him.
Good.
She shoved through the rear exit, bursting into the alley. The cold air hit her face like a slap, and she sprinted left, her shoes splashing through rainwater. The motorcycles blocked the front lot, so she veered toward the main road. If she could just reach the street.
But footsteps thundered behind her, closing the gap.
Y/N cut sharply around a dumpster, trying to break their line of sight. Smart. Not fast. Make them work for it. A hand almost snagged her hoodie, and she twisted violently away. It was Taehyung; his fingers brushed her waist for a split second before she ducked free.
āJesus Christ,ā he muttered, his breath hot in the damp air.
Y/N ran harder, her lungs beginning to burn. The alley opened up toward the street, and she thought she saw a gap until Jungkook appeared from the opposite direction. She skidded to a halt, her heart leaping into her throat.
āWhat the fuck?!ā
Heād cut her off. Of course he had. He knew these streets, he knew the shortcuts, and he knew exactly how to trap her. Jungkook stalked toward her slowly, a calm, terrifying confidence in his stride, while Jimin and Taehyung closed in from behind.
Trapped.
Y/Nās chest heaved, rain dripping down her face in cold streaks. āYouāre insane,ā she snapped, backing away until her shoulders hit the brick.
āYouāre fast,ā Jungkook corrected.
āGet away from me.ā
Jimin leaned against the alley wall, looking entirely too casual despite his heavy breathing. āThis is kinda fun.ā
āEat shit!ā Y/N spat.
He grinned. āMissed you too.ā
Y/Nās eyes darted rapidly between the exits, three men, one chance. Taehyung watched her with a focused intensity. āSheās thinking,ā he noted quietly.
āNo kidding,ā Jungkook added.
Suddenly, Y/N lunged sideways. She moved with such suddenness that Jimin barely had time to react before she shoved him hard into the wall and sprinted past.
āFuck!ā Jimin yelled.
Jungkook actually laughed. A low, delighted sound.Ā
āThere you go!ā
Boots pounded the pavement again. Y/N cut through another narrow alley, nearly slipping on a patch of wet stone, but she managed to grab a loose trash can lid and whip it backward. It slammed directly into Jungkookās shoulder with a heavy thwack.
āStill throwing shit at people?ā Jimin yelled from behind her.
āYup!ā
She reached a low fence and hurdled it, barely clearing the top. But mid air, hands caught her ankle. Y/N screamed, kicking violently backward. Taehyung took the hit directly to the chest, but his grip was iron. She clawed at the wet ground, desperate to drag herself forward.
āLet go of me!ā
āStop moving,ā Taehyung commanded, his voice strained.
āGo fuck yourself!ā
He almost sounded amused. āYeah, same, Y/N.ā
She twisted with a desperate surge of strength, wrenching herself free long enough to scramble upright only to slam straight into Jungkook. His hands caught her arms, solid and unmovable.
Y/N immediately drove her elbow backward into his ribs. Jungkook grunted, the air leaving his lungs.
āJesus Christ,ā Jimin breathed.
āShe fights dirty,ā Taehyung muttered, catching his breath.
āYou kidnapped me!ā Y/N yelled, her rage finally eclipsing her fear.
āHavenāt yet,ā Jungkook corrected calmly, his eyes dark and unwavering.
Rage flashed hot through her fear. Y/N slammed her boot down onto Jungkookās foot and ripped one arm free, shoving him backward with enough force to break his grip. Then she ran.
It was pure instinct. Pure panic. Her lungs felt shredded, the wet streets blurred beneath her, a smear of gray and black.Ā
Suddenly, a hand snagged the back of her hoodie. The fabric jerked tight against her throat, cutting off her breath. Y/N gasped sharply as her momentum was violently yanked backward straight into a hard, unyielding chest.
Jungkook.
This time, he didn't let her slip. He locked both arms around her immediately, his grip iron tight.
āNo!ā she shrieked, thrashing with everything she had. She kicked, she clawed, she even tried to bite him, but he caught her wrists in a vice-like hold.
āEasy,ā he snapped, his voice low and dangerous near her ear.
āGet the fuck off me!ā
āY/N.ā
āFuck you!ā
Jimin reached them first, skidding to a halt while breathing hard, a lopsided grin on his face as if heād just finished a fun sprint rather than a hunt. āShe almost got away.ā
āShe did get away,ā Jungkook corrected, his voice tight as he held Y/N against him while she continued to fight like a caged animal. āThree times.ā
Taehyung stepped up in front of her, his dark hair damp from the rain, his chest rising and falling in heavy heaves. His eyes dragged slowly, intensely, over her furious expression.Ā
āYou done?ā he asked quietly.
āHell no!"
āYeah,ā Jimin chimed in. āDefinitely not.ā
Y/N gave another violent jerk, but Jungkook only tightened his grip, pinning her. Her breath caught. It wasn't painful exactly, it was just impossible to break. That realization hit her harder than the physical struggle. She wasn't getting out. Not really.
As the adrenaline began to ebb, fear finally cracked through the shell of her anger. Jungkook felt the shift immediately. His mouth brushed close to her ear, his breath warm against the rain chilled skin. āThere it is,ā he murmured.
Y/N hated how her pulse jumped at the sound of his voice. She absolutely hated it. āI swear to God,ā she whispered, her voice shaking, āif you hurt me ā
āWeāre not gonna hurt you.ā
āBullshit.ā
Jimin snickered, but Taehyung remained silent, watching her. Jungkook slowly turned her around to face him, never letting go. He was close enough now that she could see the raindrops clinging to his lashes, close enough to smell the intoxicating mix of smoke, cold air, and leather.
āYou shouldāve listened when I gave you the easy option,ā Jungkook said.
Y/N glared at him with every ounce of defiance she had left. āEat shit.ā
For one terrifying second, Jungkook looked genuinely delighted. Then, Jimin stepped forward, a set of zip ties dangling from his finger. Y/Nās stomach dropped straight through the floor.
Jungkook barely got the first tie around her wrist before Y/N lost her mind completely. She wasn't crying; she was violent.
āJesus fuck hold still ā Jimin swore as she twisted so hard Jungkook nearly lost his footing on the slick pavement. Her shoulder slammed into his chest, and then her heel connected squarely with Jiminās shin.
āOkay, no, she did that on purpose!ā Jimin yelped, clutching his leg.
āOf-fucking-course it was on purpose!ā Y/N yelled back.
Taehyung moved to intercept, catching her around the waist to drag her backward against him. It was a huge mistake. Y/N immediately threw her head backward with a desperate, primal force.
CRACK.
The sound of her skull meeting his nose made the entire alley freeze. Taehyung stumbled back with a sharp, guttural grunt, one hand flying to his face.
āOh my God,ā Jimin wheezed, eyes wide. āShe broke him.ā
āServes him right!ā Y/N snapped, thrashing even harder. Blood began to drip through Taehyungās fingers. And the asshole, the absolute psychopath actually laughed. It was a low, breathless sound. āStill fighting dirty,ā he muttered.
āYou kidnapped me!ā she screamed.
āYeah, yeah.ā
Jungkook finally managed to grab both her wrists, forcing them behind her back while she bucked and heaved against him. She was strong, way stronger than they had anticipated. It was becoming painfully obvious.
āY/N,ā Jungkook barked, his patience finally snapping, āstop!ā
āGo to hell!ā
Y/N made one last, desperate attempt to tear an arm free, causing Jungkook to curse under his breath. He shoved her back against the side of the building, pinning her there firmly but carefully. The rain slicked brick was cold against her back. Her chest heaved, her hair was plastered to her face, and her eyes were wild. She looked genuinely dangerous.
For a long moment, all three of them just stood there, staring at her. Jimin was the first to break the silence.
āWhy is this kind of hot?ā
āJimin,ā Taehyung warned sharply through the blood still running from his nose.
āWhat? Iām saying what everyoneās thinking.ā
Jungkook ignored him completely.
His forearm pressed across Y/Nās upper chest, keeping her pinned while she strained against him.
āYou done now?ā
āNo.ā
āFantastic.ā
She spat directly at him.
Taehyung covered his mouth, clearly trying not to laugh despite the situation.
Jungkook went very still.
Slowly, he wiped his jaw with his thumb and looked back at her, āOh, youāre making this way harder on yourself than it needs to be.ā
āCry about it.ā
The zip tie finally clicked tight around one wrist.
Y/N reacted instantly, driving forward with everything she had. All four of them crashed into a dumpster, the metal thundering through the quiet alley.
āFuck!ā
Y/N ripped partially free and bolted. She made it for exactly three seconds before Jimin caught the back of her hoodie and tackled her onto the wet pavement. Everyone hit the ground in a tangled mess of limbs and curses. Y/N screamed in pure rage, elbowing backward wildly.
Jimin yelped when she caught him squarely in the throat. āOh my God,ā he choked, clutching his neck. āSheās actually trying to kill us.ā
āYou started it!ā
She nearly scrambled to her knees before Jungkook dragged her backward again. Taehyung grabbed her ankles this time, finally anchoring her. The realization that all three of them were needed to hold her down seemed to snap something in Y/Nās brain. She went absolutely feral kicking, thrashing, and biting at Jungkookās wrist when he reached too close.
āFuck she bit me!ā Jungkook hissed.
āGood!ā
Rain soaked through their clothes as their breathing filled the alley. Y/Nās pulse hammered so violently she could hear the blood roaring in her ears. The instinct had become singular and deafening: She could not let them move her. She could not let them get her into a car.
āY/N,ā Taehyung said sharply, his hands steady on her legs as she twisted beneath them. āListen to me.ā
āFuck you!ā
āYouāre gonna hurt yourself.ā
āIāll survive!ā
Jimin barked out a laugh despite the struggle to keep a grip on her shoulders. āShe means that shit, too.ā
His voice cut through the chaos with enough authority that everyone paused for a heartbeat. Even Y/N. It was a mistake. The zip tie cinched brutally around her second wrist.
āNo !ā Y/N bucked upward violently, panic flashing white hot across her face. Jungkook immediately caught her jaw, forcing her to look at him.
āRelax.ā
āDonāt touch me!ā
āYouāre not exactly giving alternatives,ā he countered.
She tried to knee him, but Jimin caught it this time. āJesus Christ,ā he muttered. āHow are you still fighting?ā
āAdrenaline,ā Taehyung said quietly. His eyes stayed fixed on Y/N in a way that made something twist uncomfortably in her stomach. He wasn't amused or detached anymore; he was focused. Concerned, almost.
āDonāt fucking look at me like that,ā Y/N spat at him.
His brows lowered slightly. āLike what?ā
āLike Iām crazy.ā
Jimin snorted. āYou did just try to bite Jungkook.ā
āI did bite Jungkook.ā
āFair.ā
Jungkook suddenly glanced toward the mouth of the alley. A car passed nearby, the headlights sweeping over the wet brick. His expression hardened instantly. āWeāre done.ā
Y/Nās stomach dropped. āWhat the fuck does that mean?ā
Nobody answered. The silence was worse than the bickering. The next thirty seconds devolved into pure chaos. Y/N fought so hard that Jimin actually lost his grip on her shoulder. Jungkook swore, and as Y/N tried to twist free, Taehyung wrapped both arms around her from behind, pinning her against his chest while she kicked wildly.
āHold still!ā
āNo!ā
āY/N ā
āLET ME GO!ā
Her voice cracked. Real fear finally tore through the anger, and the energy in the alley shifted instantly. The teasing faded. Even Jimin looked less entertained.
Jungkook crouched in front of her while Taehyung held her arms against his chest. Rain ran down Jungkookās face as he locked eyes with her. āYouāre not getting out,ā he said quietly. āUnderstand?ā
āFuck you.ā
His jaw tightened. For a second, she thought he might actually hit her, but instead, he stood abruptly and muttered something sharp to Jimin.
Jiminās expression shifted. āOh, come on,ā he said, sounding incredulous. āSeriously?ā
āWe donāt have time.ā
Y/Nās pulse spiked. āWhat?ā
Nobody answered. The panic intensified when Jimin reached into his jacket.
āGuys,ā Taehyung said, his voice dropping an octave.
could i get an iced latte with an ube cream puff :3 like bsf!bts reactions to when u have another boy bsf and theyāre jealous? tysm
A/N: OMG thank you for humoring me and placing an order hehe! Also, thank you for celebrating me reaching 1k!
Warnings: mdni 18+, this is my version of my ot7! I write these people like characters - I don't know them fr, fluff
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Namjoon - Namjoon takes it quietly. His mind is racing as he flicks his eyes from you, you're pointing at some guy pictured on your phone, and the photo. He doesn't like that, not at all. His eyebrows knit in concentration, zoning in on the guy, wondering where he's been that you allowed yourself another best friend. He sighs and decides he's going to have to change your mind. Only he gets that attention, that title.
Jin - Jin's head whips so fast to look at you, because he must have misheard. Why did you just introduce him to this boy and say it was your best friend? His eyebrow raises, his lips curving into a frown. He doesn't hesitate to step slightly in front of you, blocking you from the guy in front of him. He sticks his hand out to the guy, a fake grin plastered on his pretty face. "Hey, I'm Jin. Her actual best friend."
Yoongi - Yoongi scoffs a laugh, his lips tilting up in a condescending smirk as he looks at the guy up and down. "Don't joke like that," his voice is soft but deep, his dark eyes looking over at you with a dangerous glimmer. He folds his arms across his chest, ignoring the man, to lean closer to you. His face is close, making your heart leap to your throat. Yoongi's eyes flicker between yours, "I'm your best friend."
Hoseok - Hoseok's smile tightens, the brightness in his eyes dulling a little as he looks from you to the guy next to you. Best friend? That's his title. He huffs a laugh, raising an eyebrow at you, a teasing grin on his face. "You're just throwing that title to anyone, huh?"
Jimin - Jimin looks at the guy's hand that reaches for his in a handshake before looking back at you. "What?" His eyes squint in confusion because he's pretty sure you just said this guy was your best friend??? That's Jimin's label? "I'm pretty sure I am your best friend, last time I checked." He's not letting you off the hook, waiting for your response with a raised eyebrow.
Taehyung - Taehyung is instantly triggered. Excuse you? His face scrunches into a frown. Looking at you like you've grown three heads. He doesn't know why it's bothering him. You've introduced friends before; they were girls, but still. He pursed his lips, not agreeing with your opinion when you pointed at some guy across the party. His fingers twitch to pull you closer, instantly not liking the guy and glaring.
Jungkook - Jungkook is upset. You dare tell him some random guy is your best friend? You tell him it's some childhood friend back from school - but Jungkook doesn't carrreeeee. He grabs you, hugging you close to him, giving the guy a mad side-eye. He goes as far as to tell the guy that he's your emergency contact, that's how best friend he is. What a dork.
requested by @thecaffeinatedscribblesāĀ - thanks for requesting! a picture of your request will be at the bottom of the post!
Pairing: BTS x reader
Premise: A freak storm forces the biggest band on the planet to spend the evening seeking shelter at your small cafe. Of course, you canāt complain about having to work overtime.
āā¦remain indoors for the rest of the eveningā¦.further noticeā¦.stay safe everyone!ā
You canāt help but groan, the sentiment clearly reciprocated by Benny, the cook at the small cafe you work at. The two of you came to work expecting to be kept inside for a while - just because a storm was brewing didnāt mean you got a free day. Chances were that customers might decide that the best way to spend the hurricane-like day would be at their favorite restaurant.
Well, their favorite clearly isnāt this one. The cafe is completely barren, leaving both you and Benny to lounge around. Just waiting for the storm to pass.
Requested by anon - a picture of your request will be at the bottom of the post. Thanks for sending it in!Ā
Pairing: Kim Taehyung x reader
Premise: Taehyung gets lost while shooting Bon Voyage in Japan with the members. Thankfully, he runs into you.
You were fairly certain that your eyes were deceiving you. Standing awkwardly outside of a convenient store, staring down at a map that one of the employees was holding up, stood Kim Taehyung.Ā
His Japanese was only getting him so far. From what you could hear, it sounded like the real problem was the fact that he wasnāt quite sure where he was supposed to be in the first place.Ā
You werenāt the only one that was starting to notice who was loitering about downtown Aomori.Ā
every time someone realizes they dont have to pick between being a boy or a girl an angel gets its wings btw. and also extremely loud cheering can be heard in the distance from me specifically
me when im on "x reader tag" looking for fics at 3 am BUT all i find is memes and all the funny posts under the world EXCEPT the fics abt the character :
~summary: Your Christmas-obsessed coworker Taehyung is determined to have the best December ever, and there is one thing he wants most of all.
Taehyung x female reader, fluff, humour
rating: pg13
warnings (apply to whole series): one(1) swear word, innuendos and innapropriate talk (mainly from jk), breaking and entering, chaos and crackheadery, excessively long drink names
a/n: so we have reached the end! I hope everyone enjoyed it, I genuinely started this au for a bit of fun so if you have smiled at all reading this then my work is done :) look out for new work from me (next story going up on Sunday!)Ā
ā¾ ā pairing: taehyung x reader
ā¾ ā genre: demon au, supernatural/paranormal au, buzzfeed unsolved au/inspired, smut (oncoming), f2l
ā¾ ā words: 8.1k
ā¾ ā rating: adult! this one is sfw, but future part/s will be nsfw
ā¾ ā warnings: demons and haunted houses, supernatural & paranormal themes! some slight dark themes too.
ā¾ ā notes: part one of 2! or maybe three. depends how the next parts go. Iām finishing this over the next few daysā it was meant to be done completely by now, but a combination of life and my usualĀ āaccidentally giving the story too much meatā antics have resulted in this! I wanted to stay at least a little true to my word, so hereās the first part!Ā
ever since you met taehyung in one of your first year classes at university, you seemed to click and you hadnāt parted from each otherās side since. youāve been his friend for a few years now, and your mutual interest in the supernatural and taehyungās propensity for finding the spotlight wherever he goes led to the two of you starting up your very own supernatural investigation vlog series. friends isnt the only thing you want to be, and one night close to hallowās eve when the two of you get a little in over your heads in a way you never have been before, you find out that maybe itās not only you that feels that way.
ā posted; 01.11.2019 //Ā masterlist | nextā„
MYSTERY GANG; UNSOLVED ā PART ONE
Every creature, past or present, had one true weakness. This weakness was cut from the same cloth of creation as them, complimentary in every sense of the word and a match so perfect and natural it shook even the most corrupt of creatures to their very core. The universe moved to reunite a creature with their weakness only every so often, and when it did there was no question, no refusing it.
Centuries heād lived, walking the planes of the mortal realm, the underworld, and the space between. He was young, for a demon, and had spent most of his youth chasing pleasures of the flesh and wreaking havoc in the mortal world. Heād had a riot doing so, too, until the fateful day the universe shifted and he met you. A weakness, his weakness. He was thousands of years too young to ever have considered the possibility of such a rare occurrence happening for him, and as such wholly unprepared for what the future held for him. Try as he might he was unable to resist the strings puppeteering him so, and it was with great reluctance that he resigned himself to the remainder of his time spent guarding, protecting, shielding this weakness.
He never imagined heād end up enjoying it so much.
ā x ā x ā x āĀ
āCan you pass me the lens, Tae? I need to clean it before we pack it all up ready to go.ā
Instead of the heavy weight of the camera lens you were expecting, it is a ticklish sensation against the palm of your outstretched hand that greets you. Unimpressed, you look over to see Taehyung tickling your palm with his fingertips, a large grin tugging his lips. When you shift, preparing to smack him, he ceases his movements with a loud laugh. The requested camera lens is quickly placed into your palm to appease you before you get too violent.
āThank you,ā you emphasise, shooting him a sarcastic grin despite the fact you admittedly found his antics a little funny.
āYou love it when I tease you,ā he scoots closer, huffing and blowing silvery strands out of his eyes so he can nail you with a smouldering look without hindrance. His next words escape on a low breath that has shivers running down your spine that you do your best to hide and ignore. āAdmit it.ā
āHmm, donāt think so,ā you offer a rebuttal, shooting him a sly look before returning your attention to the lens and cloth in your hold. āBut keep trying, maybe one day it will work.ā
Taehyung snorts, leaning back on his hands with his legs crossed before him as he lets out another loud laugh at your response. You can feel his eyes on you still, and do your best to ignore it despite how it makes heat crawl and trickle like lava down the column of your spine, dripping slowly into your gut. Year three, month two of pretending the male you befriended so quickly and easily in your first year of university doesnāt have such a powerful, swaying effect on you, and it isnāt getting any easier. His stare alone has the little hairs along your skin raising to attention, body constantly on high alert. If only, if only you had the same effect on himāthen perhaps there wouldnāt be such power imbalance in that regard.Ā
Heās a total koala in bed, no exceptions. Likes to sleep naked or in just boxers, bcuz he wants maximum skin contact. If ur wearing clothes, heāll gently tug at the hem of ur shirt until u take it off so he can press his whole chest against ur back.
Actually gets a bit sulky if uāre on ur phone in bed. Heāll take it from ur hands, put it on the nightstand, and replace it with his head on ur lap or his hands pulling u back down to cuddle. āYouāre developing bad habits thatās really offensive to me, you think the phone gonna cuddle with you?.ā
Heās ridiculously handsy in a non-sexual, domestic way. Walking past u in the hallway, his hand will brush the small of ur back. Sitting at the table, his foot will find ur foot under it. Standing in line, his fingers will hook into ur belt loop or the back pocket of ur jeans, squeezing ur butt in the meantime.
Does NOT like closed doors between u. If uāre in the bathroom showering, heāll come in to brush his teeth or just sit on the toilet lid and talk to u through the steam. The visual barrier of a curtain is fine, but a locked door hurts his feelings.
If ur doing chores, heāll follow u from room to room like a shadow, talking about his day or just watching u fold laundry. He finds comfort in ur mundane presence. Heāll sit on the bed and hand u clothes to fold just to be involved.
He will literally get on his knees begging u to cook for him. Yep, heās dramatic like that. He knows u wonāt say no to him, u never do, especially for food. He just loves begging u for anything, and getting on his knees for u.
Gets genuinely sad if u have separate plans. He wonāt throw a fit, but heāll give u the biggest, most mournful puppy eyes and say, āOkay... have fun without me,ā in a tone that implies heāll be counting the minutes.
Heās hyper-aware of ur energy. If uāre stressed, he comes up behind u and just rests his forehead between ur shoulder blades, silent, sharing the weight. He doesnāt always need to fix it; he just needs to feel it with u.
Taehyung turns into a sad kicked puppy if he feels neglected. If uāre focused on something else for too long, heāll eventually come over and lay his head on ur desk or book, blocking ur view, saying nothing. Just existing obtrusively until u pay attention to him.
Loves sharing everything. āHere, taste my drink.ā Bites of his food. Even if he has his own blanket, heāll want to share urs so he can be under the same fabric as u.
His ideal day off is literally just being in the same space as u, doing parallel play. Him editing photos on his phone while u read, legs tangled together on the couch, with occasional breaks where he shows u a picture or gets up to kiss ur temple for no reason.
The clinginess intensifies if heās tired or sick. He turns into a giant, whiny baby who just wants to be held. Heāll drag u to bed at 3 PM on a Saturday because he wants a nap and āit doesnāt count if youāre not napping too.ā
He finds reasons to come find u. āDo we have more coffee?" (He knows u do). āWhat do you think of this song?ā (Heās played it for u five times). Itās never about the question; itās about the three minutes of interaction it buys him.
Heās the type to stare, openly and without shame. If he thinks you look hot in an outfit, heāll just stand there, eyes raking over you from head to toe, and say, āYeah. Nope. Weāre staying in.ā Dead serious. Then heāll walk over, pick you up, and carry you back to the bedroom, no arguments accepted.
When he wakes up in the middle of the night, feeling cold and the bed beside him empty, heāll stand up looking for u, finding u in the bathroom. Heāll shuffle in, hair a mess, eyes squinting against the light, lean against the doorframe, and just watch you pee. Both of u looking at eo, āwhy didnāt u wake me?ā He whispers, and ure too tired to reply to him so He just waits for u. When youāre done, he hands u toilet paper after u wash ur hand; takes your hand and leads you, half-asleep, back to bed, tucking you in before collapsing back onto his pillow. āWake me up next time.ā He murmured on the pillow, āokayā u say, not arguing with him cuz yk u will never win.
Taehyung loves taking care of u, but he loves it just as much when u take care of him. He gets all soft when u wash his hair or gently scrub his back, smiling to himself the whole time. Heāll mumble a quiet āur spoiling meā¦ā but he secretly hopes u never stop. By the end, hes always hugging u under the warm water for a few extra mins cuz he just loves feeling close to u.
He doesnāt understand the concept of āpersonal spaceā during private moments. You could be on a private work call, and heāll walk in, kneel in front of you, and start mouthing at your stomach all the way to the small of ur back, because heās bored. He sees no conflict between your meeting and his need for attention.
Taehyungās face is ALWAYS on ur face. Doesnāt matter if u talking to him or just randomly press his cheek against yours, rub his nose against yours, or rest his forehead against yours just because he loves being that close. half the photos on his phone are pretty selfies with both of your faces squished together because the second heās cuddled up against you, heās already reaching for his camera to capture it.
If heās upset with you, his form of protest is exaggerated, silent clinginess. Heāll follow you from room to room and sit right next to you, but with his arms crossed, lips pursed, staring ahead. Heās giving you the silent treatment while physically glued to your side. You have to coax the problem out of him while heās literally in your lap.
Never shy asking for what he wants, physically. āScratch my head.ā āPlay with my hair.ā āHold my hand.ā āKiss.ā He points to his lips or his cheek. He says it like heās reminding you of a scheduled appointment.
Heāll wear your perfume or your lotion. Not a little. Heāll douse himself in it. When his members or friends say, āYou smell like y/n,ā heāll just nod proudly. āI know. Itās better than my cologne.ā
Hes a spoiler also, his gifts r not ordinary. Hes rich, pls take his money, he will buy u a car and all the bags and makeup u ask for. Expect long lovely vacations everywhere ur heart desires.
Taehyung is always quietly paying attention to you even if u dont rlly realize it. He notices the tiniest changes in ur mood, like the way ur smile isnt the same or how ur voice gets a little quieter, and heāll just naturally pull u closer, hold ur hand, or wrap an arm around u without making it a big deal. Hes super careful with his words cuz the last thing he wants is to accidentally hurt ur feelings or make u uncomfy. If he can tell somethings bothering u he wont make it abt himself, heāll just be like ābabyā¦ what can i do to make it better?ā Hes clingy in the sweetest way cuz he just wants to be ur comfort person, the one who notices youāre not okay before u even have to say anything. ć ¤ā”ą¾ą½²
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Taehyung has this terrifyingly hot duality; he can go from kissing ur forehead with pure devotion to pinning ur wrists above ur head with one hand, his grip tight enough to leave a mark.
his hands r huge. like unfairly big. and he knows it. one palm on the back of ur skull, fingers threaded through ur hair, and u just stop moving. he doesn't even have to say anything.
Another thing why u love his hands playing with u, is his fingers reaches ur everything. Not as deep as his cock, but they r skillful. His favorite place to finger u is in his car. Squirting on his backseat is his ultimate goal.
Taehyung loves pinning u down from behind, pressing his chest flat against ur back and locking your wrists together with one hand while he drives into you.
He loves having sex where itās risky. in the middle of the night where the others are asleep, fucking u from behind and pressing his hand on ur mouth keeping ur voice down. His thrusts purposely getting faster, just to hear ur whimpers slipping out. āKeep your voice down.ā He whispers, making it so hard for u intensionally, āyou want them to hear you, donāt you?ā
His dirty talk half of the time is him begging and praising u, even when he's the one in control. ālook at u. taking me so good. shitādont stop, baby, don't stop, right thereāā
he loves eye contact. like loves it. hand wrapped around ur throat, thumb brushing ur jaw, and he's staring straight into ur soul while he fucks into u slow. āYour eyes so pretty. Donāt look away. Good girl.ā
He has a habit of manhandling you, especially after he came back from the military, taehyung wonāt sit u down. flipping you onto your stomach or pulling you across the bed by your hips without warning, just to see you gasp.
Taehyung finds a strange, erotic pleasure in slapping ur faceānot to hurt u, but to shock uāand the second he does, he leans in with that boxy, devastating smile, watching ur eyes glaze over.
When heās really lost in it his accent slips heavier, words coming out breathy and broken as he tells you how perfect you feel.
He will teach u dirty talk in his language, and when u accidentally slip a word during sex, he will fucking lose it.
Cockwarming. Ofc.
He is obsessed with your expressions; if u smile at him while heās fucking u hard, he goes feral. thrusting deeper and faster bcuz ur smile is his biggest turn-on.
he whimpers. lowkey his biggest tell. when he's close, when u do something that hits just right, that deep little sound escapes and he hates how much it gives him away. so he'll try to cover it by kissing u harder.
hair pulling. his hair, not urs. he loves when u grab a fistful of it while he's going down on u. groans against u and it sends vibrations through ur whole body.
he's loud. not like screaming but constant. moans, groans, murmured praises, broken sentences. ābabyāfuckāpleaseāā like he cant help it. like it's all spilling out of him.
he laughs during sex. like genuinely laughs. if something funny happens, if one of u trips over clothes, if a joke slips out ā he'll throw his head back and laugh, still inside u, and then kiss u while he's still smiling. it's the most disarming thing.
he likes when u sit on his lap facing him. not just for sex ā for making out, for talking, for existing together. but when it does lead to sex, he loves the closeness. foreheads pressed together, breathing each other's air, slow and deep.
He got a sex tape of u. Always makes u take sexy poses naked and keep it in his folder. Itās sometimes not even in sexual way, he genuinely gets mesmerized by ur body and how u make every pic/vid look so good.
he says ur name. a lot. He whispers it, groans it, breathes it, moan it. It makes u go crazy.
he makes u cum first. always. always. it's not negotiable. making u cum multiple times, u hardly remember where u had only one orgasm with him, itās always multiple. And he will edge himself for ages until ure exhausted, fast asleep and satisfied. ć ¤ā”ą¾ą½²
A/N: this is for my taehyung girlies on my inboxš hope it was to ur expectations, and dw! Im currently writing a one shot for taetae so stay tuned! Im not done with him yet š
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