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I just wanted to give you all a little update. I won’t be posting for a while because I’ve been struggling with anorexia, and I need to focus on my health right now. Writing is something I love, and I’ll be back as soon as I feel ready, but for now, I need to take a step back.

Thank you for your love, patience, and support. It truly means the world to me. <3

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Eruption

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Pairing : Han × reader

Warnings : angst (han breaks up with reader)

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The apartment felt colder than usual, though the heater hummed faintly in the background. You stood in the kitchen, staring blankly at a cup of tea that had long gone cold. The muffled sound of Han’s guitar strumming in the next room filled the void, but even that didn’t comfort you the way it used to.

You’d been walking on eggshells for months now, terrified that one wrong move would cause him to slip further away. And yet, no matter how careful you were, no matter how tightly you tried to hold on, the distance between you both seemed insurmountable.

“Y/N, stop hovering.” Han muttered, his voice sharp.

You flinched, your hands tightening around the ceramic mug. “I just wanted to see if you needed anything.”

“I don’t.”

The words were curt, dismissive, and they hit harder than he probably intended. But lately, that’s all you got from him—half-hearted replies, cold stares, and silence that stretched for miles.

“Right.” You forced a smile, though it didn’t reach your eyes. “I’ll just… leave you alone then.”

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Hours passed before he finally emerged from the bedroom, his guitar strap still slung across his shoulder. His face was pale, his eyes tired, and his lips were pressed into a thin line. You hated how he looked at you—like you were a burden he didn’t know how to carry.

“Han,” you started softly, standing in his path. “Can we talk?”

He sighed, pulling the strap over his head and setting the guitar against the wall. “What is there to talk about?”

You felt the tears building before you could stop them. “About us. About… whatever this is. I don’t even know who we are anymore.”

His laugh was bitter, cold. “You think I don’t know that? You think I’m not trying?!”

“Trying?” you echoed, incredulous. “Is this what trying looks like? Ignoring me? Pushing me away? Pretending like I don’t even exist?”

“Do you think it’s easy for me?!” His voice rose, sharp enough to cut through the air. “Do you think I enjoy this—watching us fall apart, knowing I’m the one setting the fire?!”

You stared at him, stunned into silence. He ran a hand through his hair, pacing the room like a caged animal.

“I love you, Y/N,” he said finally, his voice breaking. “God, I love you so much it hurts. But I don’t know how to be the person you need me to be. I don’t know how to stop ruining everything.”

Your chest tightened, his words hitting you like a wave. “Then why won’t you let me help you?”

“Because I’m scared!” His voice cracked, raw with emotion. “I’m scared that no matter what I do, it’ll never be enough. That one day, you’ll wake up and realize you deserve better.”

You took a step forward, reaching for him, but he flinched away, and it felt like your heart shattered into a thousand pieces.

“Han, please…” Your voice was barely a whisper now. “I don’t need perfect. I just need you.”

He shook his head, tears streaming down his face. “I’m a volcano, Y/N. Everything I touch, I destroy. And I can’t—” His voice broke entirely, his hands trembling as he backed away from you. “I can’t do that to you.”

And before you could stop him, he grabbed his jacket and walked out the door, leaving you alone in the suffocating silence.

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Days turned into weeks, and you didn’t hear from him. His absence was a gaping wound that refused to heal. Every corner of the apartment reminded you of him—his unfinished coffee mugs, the sheet music scattered across the desk, the faint scent of his cologne on your pillows.

You tried to move on, but it was impossible when every breath felt like choking on smoke, the remnants of a fire you couldn’t put out.

Then, one night, you heard it—a new song uploaded to his channel. Your heart clenched as you clicked play, his voice flooding through your headphones.

"I burn the ones I love the most,

Ashes falling, hearts that I’ve broken.

You tried to hold on, but I let go,

Now I’m the ruins, left unspoken."

You sobbed, clutching your chest as his voice cracked on the final verse. It was his goodbye—a confession wrapped in melody, a love letter to what you once were.

But it wasn’t enough.

It would never be enough.

Because the truth was, you didn’t care if he was a volcano. You would have stood in the fire if it meant you could keep him. But now, all you had left were ashes.

And the fire had gone out.

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A Tug of Two Hearts

Summary : Torn between Jin’s safety and Taehyung’s wild freedom, you’re caught in a dangerous love triangle where trust, truth, and your heart are on the line.

Genre : Angst, Romance, Slight Action

Warnings : Intense emotions, and a love triangle.

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The air was heavy, the kind of weight that pressed against your chest and made it hard to breathe. The room smelled faintly of burnt wood and something bitter—perhaps from the tea Jin had brewed earlier in his quaint, cozy apartment. You sat curled on the edge of the couch, knees drawn to your chest, while Seokjin stood at the kitchen counter, cutting up some fruit with a practiced ease.

“Are you okay?” Jin asked softly, glancing over his shoulder. His eyes brimmed with concern. “You’ve been quiet since this morning.”

You nodded, not trusting your voice. You had barely slept last night after Taehyung’s confrontation. His words were sharp and haunting, echoing in your mind like a broken record. “You think Jin’s so perfect? He’s hiding things from you—things that’ll make you run faster than you ever thought possible.”

“Just... tired,” you replied finally, avoiding Jin’s gaze.

Jin set down the knife and wiped his hands on a towel, approaching with caution, as though afraid he’d startle you. He knelt in front of you, his large, gentle hands resting on your knees. “You know you can talk to me about anything, right?” His voice was like warm honey, soothing the frayed edges of your nerves.

You wanted to tell him everything—how Taehyung had cornered you in the rain, how his deep voice had wrapped around you like a velvet chain, binding you to his cryptic words. But how could you, when Jin looked at you with such unshakeable trust?

Before you could answer, the door burst open with a loud bang.

“Taehyung,” Jin growled, rising to his feet.

There he stood, soaked to the bone, his dark hair dripping water onto the polished wooden floor. His eyes, smoldering with something between anger and desperation, locked onto yours.

“Pack your things,” Taehyung commanded, ignoring Jin entirely. “You’re coming with me.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Jin snapped, stepping protectively in front of you.

Taehyung chuckled darkly, shaking his head. “Still playing the perfect boyfriend, huh, Seokjin? Does she know yet?” His gaze flicked to you, and his lips curled into a smirk. “Has he told you what he does when he’s not baking cookies and playing house?”

“Don’t,” Jin warned, his voice dangerously low.

You stood, heart pounding. “What is he talking about, Jin?”

“Nothing. He’s lying.” Jin’s response was immediate, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes—something that made your stomach twist.

Taehyung crossed the room in two long strides, grabbing your wrist. “He’s not who you think he is. Come with me, and I’ll show you the truth.”

“Let her go!” Jin roared, lunging forward.

The next moments blurred into chaos. Jin’s fist connected with Taehyung’s jaw, sending him staggering back. Taehyung retaliated with a sharp uppercut, and soon the two men were locked in a vicious fight, their movements a storm of raw power and anger.

“Stop it!” you screamed, tears streaming down your face as you tried to pull them apart.

Taehyung managed to pin Jin against the wall, his forearm pressed against the older man’s throat. “You can’t protect her forever,” he spat. “Not from me. Not from yourself.”

Jin snarled, using his strength to shove Taehyung off. “I’m not the one dragging her into a world of danger!”

Taehyung smirked, wiping blood from the corner of his mouth. “At least I’m honest about who I am.”

“Both of you, stop!” Your voice cracked, and the raw emotion in it froze them in place.

They turned to look at you, their chests heaving, faces battered and bruised.

“I’m not some prize to be fought over,” you said, voice trembling. “I deserve the truth—from both of you.”

Jin’s shoulders sagged, and he looked away, shame flickering across his face. Taehyung, on the other hand, stepped closer, his hand reaching out to touch your cheek.

“I may not be the good guy, but I’ll never lie to you,” he said softly. “Choose me, and I’ll show you the world, no secrets, no masks.”

Jin finally met your gaze, his eyes filled with pain. “I’ve only ever wanted to keep you safe,” he whispered. “But if you want the truth, I’ll give it to you—even if it means losing you.”

The room fell silent, the weight of their words settling heavily between the three of you. Two men, two hearts, and one impossible choice.

You stood frozen, their words looping in your mind like an endless echo. You had never imagined being caught between two forces so strong, so opposite, yet equally captivating. Taehyung’s dark allure promised excitement and danger, while Jin’s steady warmth felt like a safe haven you never wanted to leave.

But now, the weight of their truths—or lack thereof—was too much to ignore.

“I can’t make a decision right now,” you said, voice barely above a whisper. “Not until I know the whole story. So, you’re both going to sit down and tell me everything.”

Both men exchanged glances, clearly reluctant, but the determination in your eyes left no room for argument.

“Fine,” Jin said first, brushing the blood off his split lip. “You deserve to know.”

Taehyung simply shrugged, his smirk returning. “Your call, sweetheart.”

The three of you moved to the couch, the tension in the air so thick it was suffocating. Jin sat on one end, his hands clasped tightly, while Taehyung lounged on the other side, one arm draped over the backrest. You sat in the middle, your heart pounding as you braced yourself for what was to come.

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Jin took a deep breath, his gaze fixed on his hands. “I didn’t want to tell you because I was afraid you’d look at me differently,” he began. “But Taehyung isn’t wrong. I’m not just the guy who bakes cookies and works a nine-to-five. I’m... part of an organization that deals with protecting high-profile clients. Sometimes, it means handling dangerous people—people like Taehyung.”

Your eyes widened. “You’re a bodyguard?”

“Not exactly,” Jin admitted. “It’s more than that. I’ve had to make tough choices, some of which I’m not proud of. But everything I’ve done has been to keep people like you safe.” He finally looked at you, his expression pleading. “That’s why I wanted to keep you out of it. To give you a life that wasn’t tangled up in my mess.”

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Taehyung chuckled darkly, his gaze flicking to Jin. “Oh, you’re just so noble, aren’t you?” He turned to you, his eyes burning with intensity. “What Jin isn’t telling you is that his ‘organization’ isn’t as clean as he makes it sound. They don’t just protect people—they eliminate threats, even if those threats are innocent.”

“That’s not true!” Jin snapped, but Taehyung ignored him.

“I used to work for them,” Taehyung continued. “Until I realized they were using me as a pawn to do their dirty work. I got out, but not before they turned me into their scapegoat. Now, I’m hunted because I know too much. And Jin? He’s been tasked with bringing me in—or worse.”

You felt your stomach churn. “Is that true, Jin?”

Jin hesitated for a fraction of a second, but it was enough.

“You were going to kill him?” you asked, your voice shaking.

“No!” Jin said firmly. “I was assigned to stop him, yes, but I never planned to hurt him. Taehyung’s not innocent, either. He’s been working with underground networks, putting people like you in danger.”

“Underground networks?” you repeated, turning to Taehyung.

“They’re not criminals,” Taehyung defended. “They’re people fighting back against the corruption Jin’s organization helps uphold.”

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You stood abruptly, your head spinning. “This is insane. Both of you are so focused on blaming each other that you’re dragging me into a war I never asked to be part of!”

Jin reached for your hand. “I just want to protect you.”

Taehyung rose too, his eyes softening. “I want to show you the truth. To give you the freedom to choose for yourself.”

Tears burned in your eyes as you took a step back. “I need time to think,” you said, your voice trembling. “I can’t do this right now.”

Both men watched silently as you grabbed your coat and walked out the door, the cold night air hitting your skin like a slap.

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You wandered aimlessly through the city, replaying their words in your mind. Both Jin and Taehyung had their faults, their secrets, but they also had pieces of their hearts they were willing to give you.

Hours passed before you returned to your apartment, still no closer to a decision. As you unlocked the door, you found a note slipped under the frame.

It was from Jin.

“I’ll always wait for you, no matter how long it takes. Please stay safe.”

On the counter, another note sat beside a single black rose.

It was from Taehyung.

“When you’re ready, I’ll show you everything. Until then, I’ll be waiting in the shadows.”

Two paths. Two hearts. And one impossible choice.

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hi! do u still take requests? if yes, can u make a dad au base on this video with Lee Know pleasee 🙏🙏 https://www.facebook.com/share/r/19veBwqX17/

Fishing Fail

The sun was warm against Lee Know’s skin as he crouched by the edge of the lake, watching his daughter with a proud smile. She gripped the tiny pink fishing rod he had picked out for her, her brows furrowed in deep concentration.

“Just a little patience,” he murmured, his tone soft and encouraging.

Her excitement bubbled over when the rod jerked suddenly, signaling a catch. “Daddy! I got one!” she squealed, her little hands pulling on the rod with all her might.

“You’ve got this! Reel it in slowly, okay?” he instructed, his hands hovering nearby to help if needed.

But just as the fish broke the surface of the water, its silver body glinting in the sunlight, it thrashed wildly and slipped off the hook. The splash startled her, and her grip loosened, letting the rod clatter to the ground.

Tears filled her eyes immediately, and she looked up at Lee Know, her bottom lip quivering. “It ran away,” she sniffled, tears beginning to spill down her cheeks.

Lee Know’s heart melted at the sight of her distress. He pulled her into his arms, gently wiping her tears with his thumb. “Oh, sweetheart, it’s okay,” he cooed, rocking her slightly. “Sometimes fish are really sneaky, but that doesn’t mean you didn’t do an amazing job.”

She sniffled again, her tiny hands clutching the front of his shirt. “But I wanted to catch it...”

“And you will,” he assured her, his voice filled with warmth. “Next time, we’ll get an even bigger fish. I’ll help you, and we’ll be a team, okay?”

Her tears began to slow as she looked up at him with hopeful eyes. “Really?”

“Really,” he said, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “And you know what? I think that fish is out there telling all its friends how strong you are. They’re probably really scared of you now.”

A small giggle escaped her lips, and Lee Know grinned, relieved to see her smile return. “That’s my brave girl,” he said, ruffling her hair. “Now, let’s try again. Daddy’s got your back.”

With renewed determination, she picked up her fishing rod and cast the line back into the water, her father’s encouragement steady beside her every step of the way.

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hello i liked the one girl eight boys you wrote but what if it's the other way around? so... may i kindly request for you to write something about seungmin with two girls (gf, hookups, bffs, whatever it's your call) and if u do consider thank you very much in advance

In The Middle

Pairing : Seungmin × reader × Mina (some random girl idk)

Summary : A casual hangout with Seungmin and Mina turns into a night of blurred boundaries and undeniable passion.

A/N : Hiiii I got this request and tried my best. I really hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it! Thank you so much for trusting me with your idea. ♡

MDNI

The soft hum of music played in the background, mixing with the faint clink of glasses as the three of you sat in Seungmin’s dimly lit apartment. You’d met his friend, Mina, through him a few weeks back, and what started as casual group hangouts had turned into something more… suggestive.

Seungmin lounged back on the couch, his hoodie loose and his hair messy, a wicked grin playing on his lips as Mina handed him another drink. You were next to him, caught between the warmth of his arm brushing against yours and the sly glances Mina kept shooting your way.

“Okay, so,” Mina said, her voice teasing as she perched on the armrest beside you, “are we gonna keep pretending there’s no tension here?”

Your cheeks burned. “What tension?”

Seungmin chuckled, low and smooth, his eyes darkening as they met yours. “Don’t play innocent.” he murmured, leaning closer, his knee brushing against yours.

Mina smirked, sliding her hand down Seungmin’s arm, her touch light but deliberate. “He’s right, though. You’re awful at hiding it,” she added, her gaze flickering between you two.

You swallowed hard, the air thickening as Seungmin’s hand found its way to your thigh, his fingers tracing lazy patterns over the fabric of your jeans. Mina’s lips quirked as she moved closer, her arm draping around your shoulders.

“Is this okay?” she whispered, her breath warm against your ear.

Your heart raced, caught in the electrifying pull of them both. Seungmin tilted his head, his gaze flickering to your lips before his own curved into a smirk. “Don’t overthink it, princess.” he said softly.

The next moment blurred into a haze of heated touches and stolen breaths. Mina’s lips brushed against yours, soft yet confident, while Seungmin’s hand slid higher, teasing and testing your boundaries. The room pulsed with an unspoken agreement, the lines between friendship and something more blurring with every kiss, every touch, and every soft sigh.

By the time the music shifted to a slower track, you were tangled between them on the couch, your body humming with a mix of nerves and desire. Mina’s fingers trailed along your collarbone while Seungmin’s lips ghosted over your jaw, his voice a low growl as he murmured, “Still think there’s no tension?”

You didn’t answer—not with words, at least.

"Are you sure you're comfortable with this? We can stop any time." Seungmin whispered against your ear, his thumb still drawing circles on your thigh. Mina's hand paused on your collarbone, giving you space to decide. Despite their confident demeanor, there was genuine concern in their eyes.

You took a shaky breath, the heat of their bodies enveloping you creating a delicious tension that made you dizzy with want. "I'm sure," you murmured, your voice thicker than intended. "Just...go slow?"

"Then let's take this to the bedroom," Mina suggested softly, her hand sliding down to gently entwine with yours. Seungmin's eyes darkened with desire, but he maintained his gentle touch as he nodded in agreement.

Seungmin stood, pulling you to your feet and wrapping an arm around your waist. Mina led the way to Seungmin's bedroom, the door closing behind you with a soft click. Seungmin guided you to the bed, his grip firm but gentle as he pushed you down onto the mattress.

"Strip," Seungmin ordered, his voice low and commanding. Mina was already pulling her shirt over her head, revealing a lacy black bra. Seungmin yanked his hoodie off, tossing it aside before making quick work of his t-shirt.

You scrambled to follow orders, peeling off your clothes until you were left in just your underwear. Seungmin's eyes roamed over your bare form, his hands reaching out to grab your wrists and pin them above your head. Mina stepped closer, her hands reaching out to trace the curves of your body.

Mina leaned down, her lips trailing hot kisses along your neck as her hands slid under your bra to palm your breasts. Seungmin's grip tightened on your wrists, holding you in place as he watched the scene with hungry eyes. "Such a good girl, so obedient."

Mina pulled your bra down, exposing your chest to her touch and Seungmin's gaze. Seungmin released one of your wrists to reach out and squeeze your breast roughly, his thumb rubbing against your nipple as Mina's mouth closed around the other one.

"Spread your legs." Seungmin ordered, his voice rough. You complied, your thighs falling open. Mina's hands slid down your stomach to hook her fingers in your underwear, slowly dragging it down your legs.

Seungmin positioned himself between your thighs, his face mere inches from your exposed pussy. He inhaled deeply, savoring your scent before his tongue darted out, licking a long stripe up your slit. "Mmm," he hummed, the vibrations sending shockwaves through you, as Mina watched with hungry eyes.

She knelt down beside Seungmin, reaching out to spread your folds further apart, giving them both better access to your dripping cunt. Seungmin buried his face between your thighs, his tongue fucking your pussy with ruthless abandon as Mina leaned forward to kiss you.

You moaned into Mina's mouth as Seungmin's fingers joined his tongue, stretching you open wider. Mina's kiss turned brutal, her teeth sinking into your bottom lip as she held you down to deepen the kiss.

Seungmin hooked his arms under your thighs, pulling your legs over his shoulders as he continued his relentless assault on your most intimate area. "She tastes so good." he growled against your flesh, his voice muffled as he spoke around his mouthful of you.

Mina broke the kiss to look down at the obscene sight of Seungmin feasting between your spread thighs. She reached out to run her fingers through Seungmin's hair, gently tugging on the strands as she encouraged him to bury his face deeper. "Turn her around."

Seungmin grabbed your hips and roughly flipped you onto your stomach, rearranging you so that your face was pressed against the mattress, your backside raised in the air. He grabbed your thighs and spread them wider, revealing your dripping, swollen flesh to Mina's eager eyes.

Seungmin wasted no time, surging forward to plunge his rigid cock into your soaked pussy with one hard thrust. You cried out into the mattress at the sudden intrusion, your body desperately trying to accommodate his girth. "Take it."

Seungmin groaned, hips snapping forward to bury himself balls-deep inside you. His hands gripped your hips hard enough to bruise as he started fucking you with abandon, setting a brutal pace. Each thrust slammed you forward, making your breasts bounce obscenely.

"Hold her up for me," Mina commanded breathlessly, positioning herself in front of you. With Seungmin's hands gripping your hips tightly, Mina reached forward to lace her fingers into your hair, tugging your head back.

She leaned in close, her other hand coming up to wrap around your throat possessively. "Open your mouth." she whispered darkly, her voice dripping with dominance. Seungmin continued to slam into you from behind, his pace growing more and more frenzied as he chased his release.

You parted your lips obediently, a moan escaping as Seungmin hit a particularly sensitive spot. Mina shoved two fingers into your mouth, muffling your cries. "Suck."

You wrapped your lips around Mina's fingers, sucking desperately as Seungmin's powerful thrusts drove you forward onto Mina's hand. Mina's other hand tightened around your throat, cutting off your air slightly as she deepened her grip on your hair.

Your muffled cries vibrated around Mina's fingers as the brutal pace of Seungmin's fucking intensified, his cock stroking your G-spot with relentless precision. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes from the overwhelming sensations consuming your body.

"She's choking," Mina hissed, her eyes darkening with pleasure as she saw the tears streaking your cheeks. "Turn her onto her side."

Seungmin quickly followed her command, pulling you to the side and shoving his arm under your leg to lift it up and out. Mina climbed onto the bed, straddling your chest. She looked down at your tear-streaked face, a cruel smile twisting her lips.

"Look at her, Seungmin," she purred, reaching back to spread your pussy lips wide, exposing your stretched, dripping hole to him. "Our little toy is a mess. I think she likes being used like this, don't you?"

Seungmin grunted in agreement, his thrusts growing even more brutal as he watched Mina's fingers spread your pussy open, giving him an unobstructed view of his cock slamming in and out of your abused hole.

Seungmin's eyes rolled back in his head as he felt his climax approaching. With a few final, brutal thrusts, he buried himself to the hilt inside you and roared his release, his cock pulsing violently as he flooded your pussy with his hot, thick seed.

As Seungmin collapsed bonelessly on top of you, Mina chuckled darkly, running her fingers through your messy hair. "He always passes out after." she murmured, slowly lowering herself onto your face, spreading her thighs wide.

But of course, the story is far from over as Mina settles comfortably atop your face, smothering you with her dripping sex. She sighs in satisfaction, savoring the feeling of your hot breath tickling her sensitive folds. "Slut."

Unable to resist Mina's domineering command, you obey instinctively. Your tongue darts out, lapping eagerly at the offered nectar. Mina moans, grinding her hips against your eager mouth, smearing her arousal across your chin and cheeks.

Seungmin stirs lazily from his post-orgasmic haze, watching with heavy-lidded eyes as Mina rides your face. His hand reaches down, parting your folds to reveal your swollen, sensitive clit. He begins to circle the nub with his thumb, applying gentle pressure.

Between Mina grinding against your face and Seungmin's skilled teasing of your clit, your body trembles with overwhelming sensations. You struggle to breathe beneath Mina's weight, your muffled moans vibrating against her drenched pussy. "That's right," Mina pants,

"Let him make you cum while you eat me out. You're our little toy, after all." Seungmin's thumb presses harder against your clit, his fingers spreading your lips wide as he watches his own cum leak out of your stretched, fucked-out pussy.

You're whimpering and choking beneath Mina, your body convulsing as Seungmin's thumb works you closer to the brink. He hooks his fingers inside you, curling them up to hit that spot deep inside you that makes you see stars. "Look at her,"

Mina looks down, watching your face contort with pleasure beneath her as Seungmin's fingers curl inside you. She can feel your hot, panting breath against her most intimate parts. "She looks like she's about to pass out," Mina giggles, grinding down harder.

Seungmin's fingers move faster, his thumb rubbing your clit furiously as he finger-fucks you relentlessly. You're sobbing and choking beneath Mina, your body wracked with pleasure. "Cum for us, slut." Seungmin growls, his eyes dark with desire.

As Seungmin's fingers hit that spot inside you over and over, you can't hold back any longer. You convulse violently beneath Mina, your face mashing against her dripping center as you scream around her flesh, muffled by her thighs. "Good girl,"

Mina praises, running her fingers through your disheveled hair as Seungmin continues to finger you through your convulsions. He doesn't stop, curling his fingers inside you again and again as you shiver and twitch. "She's not done."

Mina spreads her thighs wider, lowering herself further onto your face as Seungmin continues to finger you senseless beneath her. She can feel your hot, labored breath against her swollen folds, your convulsing body shaking her thighs.

"Fuck, she's so warm and soft," Mina moans, grinding her pussy against your mouth. Your tongue, exhausted and swollen, lapping weakly at her slit as Seungmin's fingers mercilessly fuck you from below. "Make me cum, slut."

With renewed vigor, fueled by Mina's commanding words, you redouble your efforts, devouring her dripping sex with desperate need. Seungmin's relentless assault on your pussy sends shocks of pleasure-pain coursing through your hypersensitive body, heightening every sensation.

Mina's hips buck and writhe as you tongue-fuck her needy hole, your lips and tongue working in tandem to suck and lick at her engorged clit. Seungmin's fingers plunge deep, his palm grinding against your clit as he finger-fucks you with abandon.

Mina's back arches as a massive orgasm crashes over her, her pussy clenching and rippling around your tongue as she screams in ecstasy. Her thighs shake violently, trapping your head between them as she rides out her climax, gushing her hot, sticky arousal directly onto your face.

"That's enough for now." Seungmin says, gently but firmly removing his fingers from your well-used pussy. Mina lifts up, her satisfied pussy glistening and sticky with your saliva and her own juices as she gazes down at your cum-covered face with a smug grin.

With practiced ease, they switch positions - Mina moving between your legs while Seungmin straddles your chest. Mina dives back in, her experienced tongue already circling your sensitive clit as Seungmin feeds you his already hardening cock. "Round two already?"

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Hey. Can I request little!reader with her caretakers Jake and Jay? She's been stressed lately and withdrawing but they notice and give her cuddles and kisses. Jay makes her favorite comfort food? Thanks if you decide to write it.

Melting the Stress Away

A/N : Haiiiii thank you for requesting this sweet little!reader fic with Jake and Jay. I love writing soft, comforting moments like this! Hope it warms your heart. Enjoy! 💕

Pairing : Jake × Jay × little!reader

Warnings : fluff😍😍

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Lately, you’d been retreating into yourself. The usually vibrant energy you radiated seemed dimmer, replaced by quiet sighs and an overwhelming need to stay in your room. Jake and Jay had noticed immediately—their little wasn’t her bubbly, cheerful self, and it was enough to make them worried.

Jake was the first to approach, slipping into your room with a soft knock. “Pup? You okay?” he asked gently, sitting at the edge of your bed where you were curled up under the blanket.

You peeked out, eyes tired but a little brighter at the sight of him. “Hi, Jakey…” you whispered, voice small.

“Hi, sweetheart,” he cooed, pulling the blanket down to reveal more of your face. “You’ve been so quiet lately. What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours, huh?”

You shrugged, biting your lip as tears welled up. “Dunno… just tired.”

Jake’s heart ached at your vulnerability. “Oh, pup,” he murmured, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “You don’t have to say anything, okay? Just let me and Jay take care of you.”

Hearing his name, Jay entered the room with a tray in hand. “Hey, princess,” he greeted softly, setting the tray on your bedside table. “I made your favorite.”

The comforting aroma of warm soup and freshly baked bread filled the room, and you sat up slightly, eyes widening. “You made it for me?” you asked, voice a little more animated.

“Of course I did,” Jay replied, ruffling your hair. “Anything for our little one.”

Jake scooped you into his lap, wrapping his arms around you as Jay handed you the bowl of soup. Between gentle bites, Jake pressed kisses to your temple, whispering sweet reassurances.

“See? We’re here, and you’re safe,” he said.

Jay chimed in, sitting beside you with a soft smile. “You don’t have to do anything alone, baby. We’ve got you.”

As the evening wore on, they stayed by your side—Jake holding you close, and Jay stroking your hair while you leaned against them. With every kiss, cuddle, and soothing word, the stress melted away, replaced by the warmth of their love.

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The air was heavy with tension as the survivors were herded into the next arena. The metallic scent of fear lingered in the air, and the distant clanging of chains sent shivers down your spine. The cold concrete beneath your feet felt sharper than ever, like the ground itself was a reminder of how little control you had over your fate.

As you looked around, your heart raced. The other participants, still reeling from the first game, shuffled into place. Their faces were blank with fear or hardened by the knowledge that death awaited the unlucky. But despite the chaos and dread in the arena, there was one constant: Jake.

His presence was undeniable, like a shadow that never left your side. His hand, warm yet firm, remained on your wrist, guiding you with a purposeful tug. He was always in control, always moving with such confidence that it almost felt unnatural.

The loudspeaker crackled, and the voice of the overseer echoed across the arena, its cold, synthetic tone cutting through the thick silence.

> "Welcome to the second game: Tug of War. In this game, your strength, coordination, and resolve will be tested. Teams of ten will face off. The winning team moves on; the losing team... will be eliminated."

The words were simple, but they held a deadly weight. You could almost hear the faint, desperate murmurs of the players around you, each of them trying to prepare mentally for what was to come. You couldn't blame them. The sense of finality in the air was suffocating.

"Stay close," Jake's voice, low and unwavering, brought you out of your thoughts. His eyes locked onto yours for a moment, a brief flicker of something intense passing between you both.

Without saying another word, he moved you forward, pulling you toward the growing group of survivors that had already formed their teams. The closer you got to the designated starting point, the more you felt the weight of every step. The rope-the symbol of your struggle-was now being unfurled across the arena, its massive coils stretching between teams like a line in the sand.

You barely had time to register the others around you before Jake pulled you into the group, where a mix of tense faces waited. There was no time for pleasantries. The moment Jake stepped forward, the others followed suit, moving into position with mechanical precision. His leadership was undeniable.

His presence commanded it.

"This is how it will go," he spoke quietly but with an authority that silenced the murmurs of the others.

"We stick together. We win, or we die."

No one dared to challenge him. They didn't need to. It was clear that Jake wasn't just here to survive. He was here to conquer, to control, to make sure the game bent to his will.

The starting signal echoed through the arena, the sharp bang of the whistle cutting through the thick tension. The rope lurched to life, and you gripped it tightly, feeling its weight in your hands.

The opposing team looked equally prepared, their eyes burning with a mix of fear and resolve. The rope was taut between the two teams, like a lifeline that would pull one side into the abyss.

"Pull," Jake's voice sliced through the air, low and commanding. His body tensed, the strength in his arms evident as he dug his heels into the ground.

You followed his lead instinctively, planting your feet firmly against the rough concrete. Every muscle in your body screamed to obey him.

The force of the opposing team was immediate and brutal. The rope jerked violently as they tried to drag you toward them, but Jake was unfazed. His grip on the rope was ironclad. His body, sleek and solid, worked with terrifying efficiency. You could feel the energy, the power radiating from him as he adjusted his stance, pulling with calculated precision.

"Don't let go." Jake ordered, his voice cold and steely. He didn't need to repeat it. You were already moving in sync with him, every pull, every exhale perfectly timed. It felt like the entire world had narrowed down to this one singular focus: the rope, the tug, the relentless struggle.

With every pull, the game intensified. You could hear the strained grunts from the other side, their desperation growing as Jake's calculated strength chipped away at their resolve. His focus never wavered, his body a machine working in perfect rhythm. There was no room for mistakes, no room for hesitation.

The other team faltered for just a moment. The smallest crack in their unity, and Jake seized the opportunity with a brutal yank. The rope jerked violently, and with a collective effort, your team surged forward.

The opposing team was losing their grip, their bodies starting to give way. You could hear their strained breaths, the frantic attempts to pull back, but it was too late. Jake led the final pull with such force that the opposing team was yanked off their feet and into the pit below. The sound of their screams reverberated through the arena, but it was swallowed by the cold indifference of the game.

You stood there, breathless, your hands trembling from the exertion. The rope was still in your hands, but the victory felt hollow. The ground beneath you seemed to tilt, the full weight of what had just happened sinking in.

Jake was beside you in an instant, his hand on your back, steadying you. His touch was almost tender, but the intensity in his eyes was anything but comforting.

"You did well," he said softly, his breath warm against your ear. His voice carried a dark undercurrent, something possessive and unyielding. "But don't forget who's in control here. You stay with me."

The words weren't a request. They were a command, a mark of ownership. And you realized, in that moment, just how far Jake was willing to go to ensure that you never left his side.

The reality of the game had become clearer with each passing moment. This wasn't just a fight for survival.

This was a fight for dominance. And Jake was determined to win-at any cost.

The cheering from the victorious team echoed in the arena, but your heart didn't seem to match the celebratory tone. It was still pounding in your chest, not just from the adrenaline of the game, but because you could feel Jake's gaze on you- constant, intense, like he was watching you for any sign of weakness.

He stood close to you, his body still tense, muscles coiled from the physical exertion. His hand was at your back again, but this time, it wasn't the usual steadying touch. There was something softer in his hold, something more protective. It was as if he was afraid that the weight of your pregnancy, the toll the game had taken on you, might cause you to collapse any moment.

"You okay?" Jake's voice was quieter this time, the usual coldness replaced with something far more vulnerable. His eyes scanned your face with an intensity that made you feel like you were being analyzed, examined for any sign of discomfort.

You nodded, but you weren't sure if your words had convinced him. He had seen you struggle, seen the way your breath hitched during the game, the way you had hesitated before pulling with all your strength. He knew you weren't just a normal player in this twisted game-you were carrying his child.

The realization hit him harder than he anticipated.

His chest tightened at the thought of you being in danger. He couldn't let anything happen to you. Not now. Not while you were so vulnerable.

Without thinking, Jake reached out and placed his hand gently on your abdomen. It was a soft touch, but the way he lingered spoke volumes. His thumb brushed against your skin, and he exhaled slowly, almost in relief as if the contact grounded him. He needed to make sure you were okay, make sure the baby was safe. You were carrying something far more precious now, and the weight of that responsibility settled heavy on his shoulders.

His voice lowered, barely a whisper as he spoke. "I won't let anything happen to you, okay? I... I can't lose you. Not now."

His confession hung in the air, an unspoken promise that weighed as much as the games themselves.

Jake had always been driven by ambition, by a need for control, but the depth of his feelings for you had shifted in ways he didn't fully understand. This wasn't just about survival anymore. This was about keeping you safe, protecting you at all costs. And he would go to any lengths to make sure that no harm came to you-or the life you were carrying.

You looked up at him, meeting his gaze. There was something almost desperate in the way he searched your face, looking for any sign of reassurance. But it wasn't just about you right now-it was about the baby, too. He was terrified, though he tried not to show it. His hand, still on your stomach, trembled slightly as his fingers gently curled against you.

"I can't lose you both..." Jake repeated, his voice tight, filled with an emotion you hadn't expected from him. His usual composure was cracking, revealing just how much this situation was affecting him. It was no longer just about winning the game-it was about protecting you. And the fear of losing you? It was almost unbearable.

You wanted to say something to comfort him, to ease his anxiety, but the words felt inadequate. So instead, you reached out, placing your hand over his, holding it there as a silent gesture of trust. It was the only thing you could offer in that moment.

For a moment, neither of you spoke. The arena, now eerily quiet, seemed to fade away as you both stood there-connected, even if just for a brief moment. His eyes were still locked on you, his expression full of silent promises.

As the loudspeaker came to life again, the overseer's voice cutting through the stillness, Jake quickly withdrew his hand. His posture straightened, a flicker of cold detachment returning to his features. The game wasn't over. You both had survived the first round, but there was no telling what the next challenge would bring.

> "The third game will begin shortly. Rest while you can. Teams will be reassigned. The countdown will begin in five minutes."

Jake's eyes darted toward the announcement, his brow furrowing as he processed the new information.

He glanced back at you, concern still evident on his face, but the mask of determination was beginning to settle back into place.

He pulled you closer, his hand back on your wrist in a possessive grip, as if making sure you couldn't slip away. "Stay close to me," he murmured. His tone wasn't just a request-it was a command. And there was an edge to it, something possessive, as though he couldn't bear the thought of losing sight of you even for a second.

You nodded, unable to fight the overwhelming pull of his presence. It was both suffocating and comforting at the same time. You had no choice but to rely on him, to trust that he would keep you safe, no matter what the next game held.

The minutes passed in a blur as players were moved, reassigned into new teams. Jake's focus never wavered. His eyes constantly scanned the crowd, looking for threats, calculating every possibility.

But through it all, his concern for you never fully disappeared. Every time he saw you wince, every time you seemed even the slightest bit tired, his gaze would soften, a flicker of vulnerability breaking through his usually composed demeanor.

He was no longer just a player. He was a protector, determined to keep you alive, to keep you close, to keep you his.

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Bro i literally have a tumblr page of my own with fics you have also read, considering ik what its like to have MY work stolen, no matter what you shouldn't even copy someone word to word, the introduction to your no escape fic is the same as the original creators one, its not just an idea when you write everything as the same and the only chance is the mc's name, minus a few lines thats pathetic.. And why dont u credit the person for the "idea" ,just bec no one calls u out for stealing doesnt mean ur not a thief.. I appreciate u writing ur own oneshots but dont steal bruh

I'm pretty sure you are talking about @hueningstar

I have already said that it's my other account and it's really annoying seeing ppl accusing me copying someone else's work (what?my work?lmao)

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you thought you ate by replacing soobins name with jake???🤣🤣🤣 ho is u uncreative?

Hi there,

First, thank you for taking the time to visit my blog. However, I’d like to address your comment.

I have a life outside of Tumblr, which includes multiple exams and responsibilities, and I prioritize my education because I value my future. Writing is a passion, but it’s not my entire existence, and I’d rather take my time to upload quality content than rush just to meet unrealistic expectations.

If you feel you can write as much as I do and upload daily while balancing everything else, you're more than welcome to try. It’s not as easy as it seems, honey. (Also only this fic ,,no escape,, remains the same but other content (like oneshots) is completely original. And I didn't even copy it, it's still my work, my ideas and my effort.)

Constructive feedback is always welcome, but unnecessary negativity isn’t. Please remember to be respectful, as we’re all just doing our best here.

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Synopsis : Thrown into the twisted world of the Squid Game, you must fight to survive not just for yourself but for the life growing inside you. Vulnerable yet determined, you quickly become a target in the deadly competition—until Jake , a stoic yet dangerously obsessive player, takes an unsettling interest in you.

What begins as a protective alliance quickly turns into something darker, as Jake’s possessiveness knows no bounds. He eliminates anyone he perceives as a threat to you or your unborn child, his twisted devotion making him both your savior and captor.

As the games progress, you find yourself torn between fear and a strange sense of safety in his obsessive embrace. But in a world where survival demands sacrifice, can you escape his suffocating love, or will you find yourself bound to the man willing to destroy the world to keep you by his side?

Pairing : yandere!Jake × pregnant!reader

Genre : dark romance, thriller, drama

Warnings : yandere behavior, violence, possessiveness, psychological manipulation, pregnancy

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Chapter 14: Embracing the Future

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The weeks had passed in a blur of laughter, warm embraces, and moments of understanding. You had finally allowed yourself to settle, to really feel what it was like to be part of something bigger than yourself. The pack had become your safe place, and you had slowly begun to unravel the walls you had built so carefully over the years.

Tonight was different, though. There was something in the air, a subtle shift that you couldn't quite place, but it made your heart beat just a little faster.

The pack was gathered in the living room again, as usual, but tonight felt special. The atmosphere was a little lighter, more electric, and you could sense it in the way everyone interacted. There was a quiet energy, like everyone was waiting for something, though no one was saying it outright.

You had been a little quieter tonight, lost in your own thoughts, but you felt it—this deep, steady warmth that had been growing inside you ever since you had fully accepted the pack. You weren't just a part of their lives anymore; you had become a cornerstone of it. And for the first time in a long while, you could see your future—bright and filled with possibilities.

As you sat between Changbin and Jeongin, a soft smile tugged at your lips. You hadn’t realized how much you had missed feeling truly connected to people until you had found your place here. The pack had shown you that love, trust, and care were not only possible but abundant.

Chan sat across from you, watching as the rest of the pack laughed and joked. His gaze lingered on you for a moment longer than usual, and when you met his eyes, his soft smile made your heart flutter.

“You okay?” he asked quietly, his voice low enough that only you could hear.

You nodded, a smile tugging at your lips. “Yeah, I’m good. Just... thinking about everything, I guess.”

Chan leaned forward slightly, his elbows resting on his knees. “You’ve come so far,” he said, his voice gentle but full of meaning. “When you first came here, you were so closed off, but now... you’ve really opened up. I’m proud of you.”

Your chest tightened at his words, and you couldn’t help the warm feeling that spread through you. “It’s not just me. You all helped me get here. I wouldn’t be this comfortable if it weren’t for all of you.”

Chan chuckled softly, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “We’re just doing what family does.”

You didn’t need to say anything more; the sincerity between you two was enough. The pack wasn’t just your family by chance; they were your family by choice. Each one of them had shown you, in their own way, that you didn’t need to carry the weight of the world on your own anymore.

The laughter around you started to settle, and as the evening wore on, the group began to quiet down. There was something in the air—a peacefulness that settled like a soft blanket over everyone.

As the clock ticked closer to midnight, you felt a hand on your shoulder. You turned, surprised to see Changbin standing there, his expression softer than usual.

“You’re ready, aren’t you?” he asked, his voice low, his words filled with understanding.

You blinked at him, unsure of what he meant. “Ready for what?”

He smiled, his eyes filled with quiet affection. “Ready to take the next step. To really embrace everything this pack has to offer. To let go of the last bit of fear you’re holding onto.”

You looked around at the pack, who had begun to gather closer, sensing the change in the air. You could see it in their eyes—their belief in you, their trust in you. For the first time, you weren’t afraid of what was to come. You didn’t fear what tomorrow might bring, because you knew you weren’t facing it alone.

You nodded slowly, the weight in your chest finally lifting, leaving nothing but calm assurance in its place. “I am,” you whispered, your voice steady and full of certainty.

Changbin’s smile grew wider, his pride in you shining through. “Good,” he said, his voice warm. “We’ve all been waiting for you to realize it.”

The others gathered around, each of them offering soft smiles, nods, and gestures of support. You realized then that this was it—the final step you had been waiting for, the moment when you could fully and completely embrace the life you were now living. The pack was your home, and you were ready to give them all of you, without fear, without hesitation.

As the night continued, you didn’t feel the weight of the past on your shoulders anymore. The future, with all its unknowns, didn’t scare you. You had found your place, and that was enough.

The warmth of the pack, the love they gave, it was all you needed now. And you were ready to face everything that came next, because you had them by your side.

To be continued...

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The cold air pricked at your skin as you stood among a sea of strangers, each wearing identical green uniforms marked with numbers. Yours read 222, a stark reminder that you were no longer a person -just a number in this twisted game. Around you, murmurs of panic echoed, but the masked guards lining the walls silenced any attempts at rebellion.

You clutched your stomach instinctively, the weight of your unborn child grounding you in the chaos. The fear wasn't just for yourself-it was for the fragile life you carried. Survival wasn't an option anymore. It was a necessity.

A loud chime rang through the arena, and a voice, cold and mechanical, reverberated around you.

> "Welcome to the first game. Follow the instructions carefully, and you might survive."

The massive doors in front of you creaked open, revealing an open field bathed in unnatural light. A gigantic doll with lifeless, cartoonish eyes loomed at the far end. Its head swiveled unnervingly, and you felt your stomach churn as its voice rang out:

> "Red Light, Green Light."

The rules were simple, but the stakes were impossibly high. Hesitation flickered across the faces of the players as the masked overseer continued.

> "Those who fail to follow the rules will be eliminated."

A gunshot echoed, as if to punctuate the final word. Several players jumped, their fear palpable.

The countdown began, and your breath hitched

"Green Light."

The doll's head swiveled away, its voice chirpy and mechanical. Players surged forward, some sprinting recklessly while others crept cautiously.

You hesitated, feet glued to the ground. Adrenaline coursed through you, but you couldn't afford to panic. One wrong move, and it would all be over-not just for you, but for the child growing inside you.

You forced yourself to take small, measured steps.

"Red Light."

The sudden command froze you mid-step. A player ahead of you stumbled forward, the tiniest motion sealing their fate. The sound of a gunshot cracked through the air, and the player crumpled lifelessly to the ground.

Your knees buckled as the reality set in-this wasn't a game. This was survival.

"Green Light."

The doll's chirpy voice mocked the rising tension.

You moved again, slower this time, focusing on every step. Around you, players faltered, their panic causing fatal mistakes. The field grew quieter with each round, the bodies of the fallen littering the ground like discarded pawns.

You kept your focus, but each step felt heavier, the strain of your pregnancy making balance harder to maintain. The sweat on your palms made your hands slip as you instinctively braced yourself on your knees during each halt.

It was during one of those moments that you noticed him.

A tall, lean figure stood a few paces ahead, his number 230 stitched neatly across his uniform. His movements were unnervingly calm, his face devoid of the panic etched into everyone else's. His dark eyes scanned the crowd, sharp and calculating, as though he were assessing each player like a predator stalking prey.

Your eyes met his for the briefest moment. His gaze lingered, piercing and deliberate, before he turned his attention back to the doll.

"Red Light."

You froze again, but this time your legs trembled violently. The weight of your body shifted too far forward, and your foot slipped. Panic clawed at your throat as you felt yourself teetering.

No one around you moved to help; they couldn't afford to. Fear made them avert their eyes, unwilling to risk their own survival.

And then, out of nowhere, a firm hand gripped your arm, steadying you.

You whipped your head around to see 230 standing beside you, his grip unwavering. His touch was cold and strong, his expression unreadable.

"Don't move." he muttered under his breath, his voice low and commanding.

The doll's eyes scanned the field, but neither of you moved a muscle. The moment the doll's head turned away again, he guided you forward, his hand never leaving your arm.

"Green Light."

He kept pace with you, his movements deliberate and controlled. Every time you faltered, his grip tightened, his strength anchoring you. It wasn't kindness-it was something else, something that sent a shiver down your spine.

When you finally crossed the finish line, your legs gave out, and you collapsed onto the grass. Your breath came in shallow gasps as you tried to process what had just happened.

But he didn't let go. Instead, he crouched down beside you, his face far too close. His dark eyes held an intensity that made your skin crawl.

"Why?" you croaked, your voice trembling.

His lips curled into a faint smirk, his head tilting slightly as he regarded you like a puzzle he'd just solved.

"Because you need me," he said simply, his tone eerily calm. "And I don't like losing what's mine."

His words made your stomach twist, but before you could respond, the masked overseer's voice boomed again, announcing the end of the game. Survivors were herded back to the dormitory, their expressions hollow and haunted.

As you shuffled back with the others, 230 stayed close, his presence looming over you like a shadow.

You couldn't shake the feeling that his help had come with a price-and that you'd already begun paying it.

As the doors closed behind you, you glanced over your shoulder, only to find him watching you. His eyes never wavered, his lips quirking into the faintest hint of a smile.

It wasn't relief you felt-it was dread.

You couldn't shake the feeling that you were being watched. The hairs on the back of your neck stood on end as the heavy doors slammed shut behind you.

The other players shuffled in with tired, broken faces, but you couldn't focus on them. Your mind kept drifting back to 230, the strange man who had saved you. Or had he?

His words echoed in your head: "I don't like losing what's mine." What did that mean? Was he just protecting you out of some twisted sense of duty? Or was there something darker beneath that calculated gaze?

You barely had time to process the weight of the situation before the guards began herding the remaining players into the dormitory. The room was cold and sparse, lined with rows of cots, but it felt like a sanctuary compared to the brutal arena you'd just escaped.

As you made your way to an empty cot in the corner, you felt a pair of eyes follow you. You glanced around the room and found him standing just inside the door, watching. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes never left you. It was unsettling, the way he studied you as if you were his next target, his next conquest.

You hurriedly turned away, trying to ignore the growing discomfort in your chest. You needed rest.

You needed to clear your mind. But the weight of everything-the game, the bloodshed, the growing fear of what might come next-kept you awake.

You lay there, staring at the cold ceiling, thinking of nothing but how to survive the next round.

As the room gradually fell into a quiet lull, a soft creak of the door interrupted the silence. You didn't need to look up to know who it was. You could feel him, like an unshakable presence in the room.

"Are you sleeping?" His voice was low, smooth, like it had been crafted just for you.

You kept your gaze fixed on the ceiling, ignoring the chill that ran down your spine.

"No." you answered softly, your voice betraying the exhaustion you felt.

He stepped closer, his footfalls deliberate and quiet. You could hear his breathing now, calm and measured as if he were in complete control of everything around him. And that was what made you uneasy. The power he exuded, the way he walked through this hellish nightmare with such unshakable confidence.

"I could make it easier for you," he said, his tone soft but heavy with meaning. "You don't have to do this alone."

You finally turned your head, catching his gaze. His expression was unnervingly calm, yet his eyes held something far more intense-a possessiveness that made your chest tighten. There was no mistaking the underlying message: he wasn't just offering protection. He was staking his claim.

"I can take care of myself." you replied, though the words felt hollow in your throat.

His lips curled into a small, amused smile. He wasn't fooled by your bravado.

"No, you can't," he murmured, stepping closer, close enough that you could feel the heat radiating off him. His voice lowered further, almost a whisper. "And that's exactly why you need me."

Your pulse quickened as he loomed over you, his presence swallowing up the small space between you. You should have pushed him away. You should have screamed or told him to leave, but you couldn't bring yourself to do it. Something about him made you freeze, made you unable to escape.

He stood there for a moment, his gaze never leaving yours, before slowly pulling away.

"I'll be right here," he said quietly, as if marking his territory in this game of life and death. "I won't let anyone hurt you. Not while I'm around."

The door clicked shut behind him, leaving you alone with your racing thoughts and a growing sense of dread. You were certain of one thing now: Jake wasn't here to just survive. He was here to claim you -to make sure no one else could.

As you lay back down, trying to steady your breathing, you couldn't shake the feeling that you were now tied to him, whether you wanted to be or not. And as the darkness of the night closed in around you, you wondered if you'd ever truly be able to escape him-or if you even wanted to.

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