; Warnings: A little self doubt from a little girl
; Synopsis: Life with your mate is pretty great when youโve got an adorable little girl and boy, with a third on the way. But what happens when Hoseok and you discover that your daughter isnโt as happy as she makes out?
; A/N: No smut in this as itโs mainly focused on Hoseok, the reader and their daughter. This is a mini-sequel (because in my head 7k is a mini-sequel!) to say thanks for 2k followers! There will be a later sequel as well outlining the readers heat. Probably not for a while butโฆI hope you all enjoy daddy wolf!Hoseok!
; Run Little Rabbit Trilogy
Run Little Rabbitย
Daddyโs Little Peanut
Big Bad Wolf
; RLR Drabbles
Choices
Concerns
-
The expansive yard of the pack house is busy today, with Hoseokโs pack invading for the monthly barbeque. Since leaving college 8 years ago, heโd inherited the position of Alpha of a local pack that had died off, leaving him with the large house that you both occupied today.
As the Alpha wolf, he not only led his pack and encouraged them, but he had to have a home that was large enough to care for them if necessary. That meant that your doors were always open to his pack and their mates, and there had been many times when youโd come home from work to find some pack member lounging on the couch.
While it meant you often had your intimate times interrupted, it always meant that you both nearly always had babysitters on hand to look after the kids if you wanted to get away. It also meant that you both had a ridiculous amount of space to raise a family in.
The backyard in particular was huge, with the green grass extending out far until it met with the imposing forest. It was a long held fact that most packs tried to have their pack house close to a wooded area, as wolf shifters used the tall trees to hunt when in their wolf form. Seeing a pack of wolves in a forest seemed natural, seeing them run around a city? Not so much.
It wasnโt surprising to have your mate disappear for an hour or two in an evening and come back looking meek before youโd had your daughter, Yuna. Those days, heโd slink into the house to go brush his teeth before slowly idling up to you, curling up next to you wherever you were and being more touchy and affectionate than normal.
Heโd never explained his behaviour to you, but Jimin and Jisoo had. The mated pair, who were your best friends, had looked a little awkward with each other at the time, but admitted that heโd go hunting. As they lived in the next house over, it meant they would often go with him.
; Synopsis: Jung Hoseok - the Alpha wolf of his pack and far out of your league. As a rabbit shifter who still jumps around predators, you fantasise about your dangerous crush from a safe distance, particularly as he doesnโt like you. But what happens when he goes into heat and youโre the only one heโll accept?
; Run Little Rabbit Trilogy
Run Little Rabbit
Daddyโs Little Peanut (no smut)
Big Bad Wolf
; RLR Drabbles
Choices
Concerns
-
College is like a continuous circle of stress, tiredness, joy at getting a good grade before falling back into stress. Itโs been like this for four years, and youโre beyond glad that this is your final year before you can finally be free of the confines of a classroom.
Your parents had already been querying whether you might want to continue on and do a masterโs degree, considering your single history degree to not be good enough to get a good job. Which was ridiculous, because even though you werenโt sure what job you wanted - you were sure that history was the one subject that you hated the least out of everything.
So no, you would not be subjecting yourself to a further year of of stress and unhappiness. Particularly as youโd have even less chances to fail than you did in your four years of college until now. You and college hadnโt co-operated very well on the education front, so you really werenโt inclined to put yourself through even more. Probably the only saving grace of your college life had been your friends.
Coming from a small town like you had, you had never interacted with any predator shifters as they simply hadnโt existed in your town. Your town had consisted of the more fearful prey shifters and humans with the majority being either deer or rabbit shifters. Which was fine when you needed pleasant neighbours, but not so much for actually growing into a well rounded person.
As such, youโd grown up practically afraid of your own shadow and it had only been when youโd entered high school in the next town over that youโd finally been introduced to predators. Even so, they had only been dog and cat shifters. Back then it had been a point of pride that youโd got used to the dominance battles they had all the time, but entering college had been a shock to your system.
It had taken some serious convincing with your parents to let you attend the state college instead of the local community college in the city closest to you. Youโd desperately wanted to experience the world outside of your insulated community, and the real world involved apex predators. If you couldnโt handle living and studying with them, then you could kiss goodbye to a job working with them.
Which of course meant youโd spent the first two months in college firmly inside your room, terrified to leave as youโd had a tiger shifter to your right and a wolf shifter to your left. It had only been a month after this that the wolf shifter, Jisoo, had dragged you out finally to try and convince you that she didnโt want to eat you.
Slowly becoming friends with her had meant becoming friends with her pack, who she had moved in with in her second year. Youโd stayed in dorms for the whole four years, unable to find another prey shifter who was willing to live with you and unable to live with predators.
But her friends had proven to be nice and respectful, being careful to not play too rough or engage in too many dominance battles that would have you running away. If youโd told yourself five years ago that your best friends would be wolf shifters, youโd have laughed all the way home. Yet here you were, wedged between Jisoo, a black wolf, and your other best friend Jimin, a silver wolf.
Hybrid! Alpha! Baby daddy! Bunny! Jungkook X Pregnant! Human! Chubby reader (wow, what a mouth full.)
Babydaddy au, CEO au, hybrid au, sperm banks, Jungkook has a short temper because I think itโs ๐ฅต...๐ณ..Anyway...Enjoy.....
โHyung!โ A Lovely Afternoon turned hectic upon the arrival of another Ceo member; he ducked and dodged, swiftly weaving through the crowd at the entrance. โ Hyung! Seokjin!โ
Coming up to the security gates, He swore under his breath, realizing he had left his ID at home; luckily, He had enough momentum to hop up and over the gates. โ I'm sorry!โ He apologized to security while speeding by.
โHyung!โ He pushed open his hyung's doors.
Perfect, not one but two hyungs. โ We heard you causing a ruckus downstairs, Bunny Boy-,โ
โI'm a dad!โ He exclaimed from the top of his lungs
A cloud of confusion filled the office, followed by stunted silence.
โWhat!!โ
What an intro, huh?
Introducing Our male lead, Jeon Jungkook, An Alpha Rabbit Hybrid. Yep, An Alpha bunny- but not just any breed of bunny; a Giant Flemish Lop; a large bunny with enough strength to tear apart most hardware materials and speed to leave a car in the dust. And being an alpha only enhances his abilities.
Unfortunately, the females of his species have a deadly immune disorder causing them to die quickly from illnesses. His species has deteriorated through the past decade.
Jeon Jungkook is a part of an endangered species.
Jungkook's solution involved donating his sperm to a sperm bank; being eighteen then, He didn't think thoroughly of the representations, and now, well over a decade. He receives his punishment...with a smile?
The two hyungs observed the brittle paper. โFor-fucks-sakes, Jungkook. Why the hell is your office so disgusting?โ Namjoon scoffed at the scattered blankets and empty ramenyeon bowls. โDid you spend the night in here?โ
โNo, that's from last week.โ Jungkook shrugged off the looks of disgust with a slight head tilt.
โEwww.โ Seokjin adjusted his distance.
โI was in the middle of cleaning up.โ Jungkook pointed out to Jin before turning to Namjoon. โ So I started on this pile beside the fax machine..I didn't even know I had one.โ
โDespite the dust on the paper, The document was dated a month ago.โ Namjoon arched his brow at the snags along the sides. For those curious kittens who want to know.
Kim Namjoon (A Doggy Hybrid)
A pure bred labrador retriever minus the human DNA- Sharp as a tack, A born-leader, as handsome as they come, and melts for belly rubs.
Kim Seokjin (A Mouse Hybrid)
Heโs a dormouse to be exact and HeโsโฆJin Shrugs
"We have to see her.โ An unfamiliar sensation fueled Jungkook's curiosity and insanity from Namjoonโs Pov
Seokjin laughed, slapping Namjoonโs shoulder. โHe's crazy! He-He thinks he can just find her.โ Jin 's tears rolled down his rosey cheeks.
Namjoon is often empathic; I mean, he's half-dog; being therapeutic is in his blood. โListen, Bun; I understand this is important to you, but-โ He humorlessly chuckled. โ We-We are lacking in vital documentation on who this woman is or -โ
Jungkook's racing heartbeat drowns Namjoonโs panic voice of reasoning, occasionally tuning back in now and again for keywords. Shit. Heโs right. Drifting off his headspace for a second, too, he retrieves his answer in the form of a person.
โOr if she's still with child-.โ
โHobi Hyung.โ Jungkook interrupted.
Namjoonโs blood ran cold.
โWhere?!โ Jin startled himself enough to take shelter behind the couch. โI thought he was in prison?!โ
โHe is; Hyung, Please calm down,you will alarm our co-workers โ Namjoon claimed, opening a window. โWhat are you bringing up his name for?โ His tail curiously curved.
โ Because I might have to get my hands dirty." He smirked, " Don't follow me, Hyung " He teased, dashing out the office door.
Surprise! This was teaser/test? This is my first time trying to hop on the Hybrid AU train so if you like it please let me know and I will happily make more! Please like it ๐ซถ๐ฝ
No fucking joke, I was offered 4 days of film-set marshalling and I told him I was unavailable for one of the days but I could cancel. And he told me heโd potentially found someone else.
I reblogged this.
And not 20 mins later, he came back to me and said if I really want it, let him know now. So fuck. Wow.
namjoon helps taehyung separate his perilla leaves, to him itโs nothing special, heโs just helping a friend out. but he sits back and picks up his drink only to notice jungkook glaring at him with a pout on his lips.
to say namjoon was confused would be an understatement, he doesnโt know what he did wrong or why jungkook refused to speak to him through the rest of dinner. in the car, on the way home, jungkook stares out of the window, earphones plugged in so that he doesnโt have to talk to namjoon.
namjoon sighs and pulls out his own phone, but no amount of cute puppy videos can distract him from the fact that jungkook is mad at him. when they reach their shared flat, jungkook makes his way to their shared bedroom and closes the door. โjungkook-ah?โ namjoon knocks softly, 'can we talk?โ
'noโ
the stubborn answer takes him aback because even when heโs mad, jungkook never refuses to talk it out. their relationship survived because of good communication. 'can you at least tell me what i did that made you upset?โ 'you mean you donโt know?โ jungkook asks through the closed door
'i really donโt,โ namjoon says honestly, 'and i never intended to make you upset.โ 'but you helped taehyungie-hyung with his perilla leaves,โ namjoon can hear the pout in jungkookโs voice and he canโt help but chuckle.
'and?โ he asks in amusement, 'since when did helping a friend with perilla leaves become a crime?'ย
it starts off with helping out, next thing i know youโre holding hands, and then what? marriage? youโre myย boyfriend, remember?'ย
namjoon smiles, 'baby, iโm sorry. i didnโt know you felt so strongly about perilla leaves. how about this, i promise never to do it again and you open this door so i can kiss you?โ the door creaks open and namjoon steps in.
jungkook is sitting on the bed, arms crossed across his chest, still pouting.ย
cute, namjoon thinks and walks over to his boyfriend. jungkook looks up at him, 'well?โ he demands, 'whereโs my kiss?
Summary: After four days, you are finally released from the police station. You pick up the spare key from your parentsโ home, and you come home to something you didnโt quite expect.
Warnings: tense relationship with father, reader was detained
Word count: 3473
โYou need to give us more time, sir!โ The detective followed along the supervisor's short strides. โWe are so close to catching him.โ The detective explained, waving his hands about. โFurthermore, I have a hunch that she knows more than sheโs willing to share!โ He clarified, not willing to pass the golden opportunity of potentially catching the escapee they desperately looked for for months.
The other manโs pace decreased before he came to a full stop and turned around with an annoyed expression on his face. He was a large man, balding, with a heavy build that gave him an intimidating presence.
โWith what evidence, detective?โ
At this question, the detective sighed. This wasn't going well at all.
โThe evidenceโฆโ
They did comb through the suspect's alleged hiding place for hours but aside from fingerprints, they didnโt find anything useful. It was like he just vanished into thin air or something. It was obviously not possible though; there had to be some kind of clue somewhere. And yet, the police were having no luck in finding it. Despite the specialised staff scanning every inch at the residence, and the police dogs sniffing the place, Hoseok was not found at the apartment or anywhere nearby.
They were so close yet so far.
โWe are still investigating, sir, but it is looking promising.โ The detective bluffed.
His boss turned towards the window as if staring out of it would help them catch their suspect faster. It was only four days since they found the body at the apartment and already, the media was all over this case.
โWe donโt have enough evidence, detective.โ The man said after a moment of silence. โYou need to let her go.โ He ordered before he continued his stroll through the hallway.
โI'm not letting her go! You got to believe me, thereโs somethingโโ The detective began, only to be cut off by the other man.
"There's nothing here, detective. No convincing evidence, no leads and no witnesses.โ He clicked with his fingers. โThe only evidence that you have right now is that Hoseokโs fingerprints were found at her residence.โ The supervisor challenged.
โWhich shows that Hoseok is there right now andโโ
โThat is not what the evidence shows, detective. The evidence shows that Hoseok was there at some point, but it doesnโt show he is still there. Now, does it?โ
โButโโ
โYes, it might be true that Hoseok was there, but how do you know he wasnโt there for a quick break before continuing his escape?โ The experienced supervisor questioned. โHeโs not on security tapes, the dogs didnโt sniff his scent, every corner was checked, and none of her neighbors have seen Hoseok.โ The supervisor summarized. โWhat other evidence do you need?โ He sighed before shaking his head. โItโs time.โ
โIf we let her go now, then it will look like we're incompetent and that the people of this city can't trust their police force anymore." The detective refused.
It took everything within the detective not to raise his voice at the man who was arguing against him. But he knew that according to protocols, he was right, they needed to let you go. Finding Hoseokโs fingerprints at your apartment wasnโt enough proof to blame you for having anything to do with this mess.
โFine,โ The detective grimaced in defeat. โWe'll leave it up to her. If she gives us any information, I'm sure we can charge her with obstruction of justice or something.โ
His boss nodded in agreement while walking away. "Good work, detective. Let's see if our luck changes next time. Now, go tell the officers to let her go.โ
The detective grumbled under his breath as he walked back to where you were waiting, nodding towards a few nearby officers.
The man sighed in aggravation but decided to take the easy way out and stop arguing with his superior. There was no use in denying that you knew more than you were willing to say. Better to just let you think that you were being released instead of detained. Perhaps the freedom will give you a nice breather and you would be more willing to work with the police.
"All right, Ms. y/n, I've been ordered to release you from the station.โ The officer called from the open door. โGo ahead, we will just need you to fill in some paperwork and then you are free to go.โ
You stood up slowly, as though unsure of the situation. A hint of relief spread across your features when you saw that the man was indeed telling you the truth - no tricks or threats, he really meant it.
You glanced back at the extremely uncomfortable mattress, grateful that you wouldnโt need to spend another night on it, before you made your way out of the room.
โHave a nice day,โ The detective that made your life a living hell the past four days greeted you with a slight grin, but you brushed past him, not even giving him a glance โ hoping you would never see him again.
You were starving, only getting the bare minimum while you were detained. However, with nothing but the house slippers on your feet and the night gown that you had slipped on while you waited for the officers; you had absolutely nothing on you.
Including the key to your apartment.
It took you about thirty minutes until you arrived at your parentsโ home, they lived in the same house they had raised you and your sibling in, and they werenโt planning on moving anytime soon - you didnโt blame them; the community thrived as people went about their daily business; some heading to their 9 to 5, while others enjoyed a nice stroll through the streets, others took the bus to the local university while the other group enjoyed their retirement in the peaceful area that your parents lived in. It was a lovely environment to have grown up into.
The loud buzzing of the lawn mower caused your stomach to fill with dread, as you noticed a familiar figure turning around the homeโs corner, the man not noticing your presence yet as he cut the grass.
You tried to calculate whether you could sneak from behind him and ring the doorbell, but as if the man could sense the presence of his daughter behind him, he snapped his head back to look at you. You froze instantly, surprised at how strong of a reaction the man had.
"Yeah? What are you doing here?โ
โIโm here for mom.โ You replied, pacing through the freshly cut grass as you made your way to the front door, not wanting to give him any more information than that.
โSheโs not here.โ The man answered as he kept pausing the lawn mower.
โCan you let me in? I need my spare key.โ You asked.
โYou can just wait for your mother to come back.โ The stern man replied, not glancing up from his machine as he redid a section of the lawn.
โDadโโ
โDo you have a masters degree yet? Are you working a six figure salary job? Are you a surgeon like your brother? If not, then donโt call me dad!โ He snapped at you, his voice increasing in volume with every word that left his mouth.
You couldnโt believe your ears.This man was treating you like a stranger. How dare he speak to you that way? You were his daughter after all!
But what did you expect from this old man? He would never change.
Not wanting to stay in this situation, you decided to give up and turned around to leave.
"Where do you think you're going?"
You stopped, turning around slowly as you faced your father. He was looking down at you with an intensity that made you uncomfortable.
โI am not going to argue with you, I have other shit on my mind.โ You said coldly, unable to hide the bitterness in your voice.
Your father rolled his eyes, clearly showing how your troubles didnโt mean anything to him.
โHey guys!โ Your motherโs cheerful voice sounded as she shut the fence behind her, finally saving you from this hostile conversation.
โMom, hey.โ You smiled at her, relieved to see that she seemed to be in a good mood - no matter how much of a dick your father could be to both of you, your motherโs joyful attitude never faltered. Honestly, you werenโt sure why she was even with your father; the man was an embodiment of negativity. Either way, you followed right behind her as she made her way inside, not looking back at your sperm donor as you hurried inside.
โWhatโs up with your outfit?โ Your mother asked as she placed her purse on the kitchen island. โIs this whatโs popular with the youngsters nowadays?โ She asked, glancing over at you once more before she unpacked her bag.
โItโs a long story mom.โ You answered, not wanting to discuss this with her. It wasnโt like your parents knew what it was like to have mental health struggles, so why put yourself at the risk of hearing some bullshit mantra like โthink positiveโ, today was simply not your day to deal with any of this.
โIโm listening, sweetheart.โ She responded, patting your back before she went to sit on the sofa, flashing you a warm smile. โIโm here for you.โ
You sat beside her, feeling thankful that at least one of your two parents were sane. You wouldnโt know what to do if you didnโt have your mother โ life would be so much tougher.
You sat down next to her. โThis is going to sound crazyโฆ but.โ You took the pillow next to you and propped in onto your lap, clinging onto it tighter as you tried to fabricate a realistic story... As you wouldnโt tell her that you were in a cell for nearly a week, no way.
โI went to throw out the trash this morning, I left my door open but I suppose a helpful neighbor shut it while I was out.โ
Your mother nodded.
"Soโฆ without my keys or phone, I was locked out. Thatโs also why Iโm wearing this.โ You looked down at your thin nightwear โ You wouldnโt be surprised if you caught a cold eventually, walking around like this. But it wasnโt like you couldโve called anyone to bring you another set of clothing.
โIโm sorry, sweetie, that mustโve been really stressful.โ Your mother empathized.
โYou have my spare key, right?โ Despite enjoying the warm presence of your mother and the nostalgia of your childhood home, you craved the comfort of your own bed.
โYes, of course.โ Your mother replied as she got up and headed to the purse that she left on the table, fishing out her keys before detaching one of them from the metal ring. โLuckily I have the spare key, or else it wouldโve cost you a lot of money.โ
Thinking about it, how would you get back home?
โOh, but before you go! This farmer's market in town has the best fruits, you could take some home?โ Your mother offered as she gestured towards the fruit, which admittingly did look delicious.
โSure.โ It was probably for the best that you accepted her offer as you werenโt quite sure about the state of your fridge; the whole day of your arrest was nothing but a blur and there was no way in hell that you would remember whether you needed groceries or not.
โUhโฆ mom.โ You grinned as you rubbed your neck. โWould you mind giving me a ride?โ You asked, slightly embarrassed.
โOf course, sweetheart!โ She promptly answered. โYou donโt even need to ask.โ
You felt better knowing you weren't alone anymore. You even managed a small smile as your mother went to grab her items before the two of you walked out of the home.
โBye honey.โ Your mother nodded at your father, while you couldnโt even stand to look at him.
โThanks mom. See you later.โ
โNo problem, hun. I love you.โ
โLove you too, mom.โ
A shiver ran over your back as a cold gust of wind brushed past you as you stepped towards the entrance of the apartment complex, grabbing your mail from the lockers before you hurried upstairs, rubbing your upper arms to warm yourself up as you nearly jumped onto the stair steps.
It didnโt take long until you finally entered your home. You promptly kicked your shoes off, before you continued barefooted into the hallway as you shifted through the letters that came in the mail.
One envelope in particular caught your attention, thus, you opened it and pulled out the paper inside.
โLetter of terminationโ.
You remained surprisingly calm at those words, and you left out a groan as you chucked it onto the floor, sighing heavily before you arrived at the living-room.
It wasnโt like you could seriously be surprised at an employer firing you after you didnโt show up at your job for nearly a week.
The TV blared in the background as you glanced around the living-room. There seemed to be some sort of mafia movie playing, as the sounds of gunshots boomed through the room followed by action-paced scenes of car chases and explosions.
You also noticed that the officers didnโt bother to clean after themselves, some of the furniture had been moved from its normal position, while remains of powder dusted the floor and surfaces.
Not that you could give a damn about any of that now.
You yelped when the bottom of your feet came into contact with a ice cold material and you stepped away, before looking down at the cold metal.
โDid it breakโฆ?โ You crouched down to the floor and picked up the metal vent cover with both hands, inspecting it before you looked up to the dark gap that stayed behind in the ceiling.
โWhy did this happen?โ You mumbled, tossing the cover on the sofa while you noted to yourself that youโd take a look at it later when you had gotten some rest, and most importantly, had something to eat.
Then, you went to the kitchen and made yourself a comforting cup of hot chocolate while you started to summarize all the things you needed to do now that you were back home.
One, you had to look for a job as soon as possible.
Two, you needed to pay the bills.
Three, you had to buy a new washing machine.
Four, you had to put down this high wall that you had built around you and allow yourself to process all the bullshit you went through the last weeks.
When your mind starts to wander, to your relationship with your father, the exhausting four days in the holding cell, to the death of your friend โ You forced yourself to push all of these problems aside, focusing on the task at hand: finding a job as soon as possible.
But when your thoughts had settled down and made place for realization, a wave of sickening nausea washed over you, as your vision turned spotty; your sight becoming blurry as you struggled to hold onto the warm mug.
You didnโt turn on the television when you left your home that day.
You turned from the kitchen counter and let out a high-pitched scream when you spotted an unknown person resting against the wall.
The mug crashed to the floor, breaking into multiple larger pieces, your hot chocolate spilled everywhere as you backed away.
Jung Hoseok.
Your eyes stung as they became teary while the fear paralyzed your whole body as you could do nothing but stare at the man who had broken into your home, simply stood there, his head tilting to the side as he watched you with wide eyes, his eyes radiating with sparks of electricity as he wouldnโt keep his gaze off you.
You wanted to flee. You felt like running away, but your legs wouldn't move.
This shit wasnโt like the movies where you strategically dashed out of the room nor was it the case where you felt brave enough to grab a knife and stab the intruder.
He took a step forward, his darkened locks falling down his neck as he stared at you with those eerie dark eyes โ his movements reminded you of a wild animal stalking on its prey in the wild.
Hoseok then stopped, looking over his shoulder and eyeing the few apples that gathered in a bowl, and he reached out. His fingers were long, with sharp nails, and they traced the red fruit as he touched it. Then he picked up the apple, biting into it with a loud crunch.
You flinched at the sound, adrenaline rushing through your body as you tried to force your feet to make a move for it, but they wouldnโt move a single inch.
Hoseok then licked the juice off of his fingers, showing no signs of remorse or guilt or even urgency as you simply stood there like an idiot; unable to even do something simple as blinking as you couldnโt keep your eyes off him.
You felt like you were trapped in a nightmare โ a nightmare that wouldnโt stop anytime soon.
He took another bite from the apple, the sweet liquid now dripping down to his lips and chin, before leaving small streaks of wet on his jumpsuit.
Run! RUN! Your internal voice pleaded with you, but it was unable to encourage you.
Hoseok kept his eyes on you as he finished the last part, before he threw the core into the trash can with a thud.
This couldnโt be real. This had to be a cruel joke or a sickening nightmare.
You trembled as he got closer, your heart beating against your chest as you tried to breathe evenly. The intruderโs footsteps were slow and deliberate as he approached you at a slow pace.
โPlease donโt kill me.โ You whimpered, letting out a small cough as your throat was starting to close up.
At your words, Hoseok stopped in his tracks, a brief pause lingering between the two of you, before he let out a soft chuckle.
โWhy would I do that? You haven't done anything wrong yet.โ He replied with a scoff as if he was offended at the implication of him murdering you โ as if this man hasnโt murdered many before you.
โH-huh?โ You stuttered, your heart close to bouncing out of your chest, it was close to breaking through your ribcage. โIโฆโ You pushed your lower back against the counter in a pathetic attempt to create more distance between you and Hoseok, but your attempt failed, as Hoseok was now standing right in front of you, rather, the padded fabric of his jumpsuit pushed against your thin nightgown as you could feel his weight increasingly push more against your body.
"Are you afraid of me?" He came closer, and you gripped onto the edge of the counter behind you.
You were too afraid to answer, you wanted to run, but you knew you were doomed.
Waiting for an answer, Hoseok's hand traced down your bare arm, his nails digging into your skin as he did. The sharp pain caused you to flinch, and despite how afraid you were, you were unable to look away from Hoseokโs eyes.
He then leaned in, his lips brushing against your cheek, his breath hot against your face, making you cringe.
โIf you want to liveโฆโ He whispered, hanging his tongue out of his mouth as the tip trailed across his bottom lip, relishing in the sweet juice that stayed behind on his skin. โ...You have to stay still.โ Hoseok warned. โDonโt make a noise, donโt scream, donโt yell, donโt make a beep, or else I will slit your throat. I wonโt need to repeat myself, isnโt that right?โ Hoseok asked, his voice low and full of threat, his fingertips tracing down your neck.
Fear trickled down your spine as you tried to follow along his every word; petrified that youโd miss anything important, while you simultaneously tried to figure out an escape plan, but you were far too afraid to think of anything but the lingering words of Jung Hoseok.
โYes, I mean no, uhโ no, you donโt need to repeat yourself.โ You stammered, your voice edged with fear as you tried to keep your composure.
Hoseok hummed with satisfaction at your compliance, his thumb now caressing your cheek.
โI can smell your fear. That's why it's so important that you remain calm. If you don't, I'll hurt you. A lot. Do you understand?โ His fingers tightened around your arm once again, cutting off your circulation as he moved his face close to yours.
You nodded, trying to remind yourself to breathe as his fingers dug into your skin. โYesโฆ I understand.โ
He wouldn't mind to wait for the right time to reap what he thought he deserved.
He had lived in the dark for far too long, that happiness was such a foreign notion for him. Until you crossed his path and awakened something deep inside him.
Until he realized there was indeed glowing light on the other side of his world, just a flicker at the end of the journey he had to conquer.
Until the sunshine he had waited became you.
.
Full Masterlist and elaborate warning please read here.
Excerpt.
.
Pairing : Taehyung x Ballerina Reader
Genre : Yandere, Mafia AU.
Warning : Nothing, I guess.
Word count : 3.4K
Epilogue.
.
"They're late."
Sitting on one of the table at Etto, Taehyung blankly gazed to outdoor patio next to its manicured garden. There were several tables occupied despite the mild winter breeze.
"I don't like to wait."
People would usually know better than asking him to wait.
Taehyung liked to keep himself busy and constantly on the move, distracting him from memories, the ghost of his past.
His days were passing by in inexorable cycle. Everyday felt the same. No matter how he wished there would be something or someone to bring back the color to his life.
Alessandro looked at him with neutral gaze, knowing well his boss' impatience and agitation.
"They'll be here in ten minutes. You know how women are, they are always late. And besides, he will bring his daughter too."
"This is business meeting. Is the daughter has anything to do with our deal?"
"No, ... but I think you might want to know her."
He paused on the man's words, looking at him with stern gaze for a good moment.
"Since when you are playing the matchmaker? Don't be like my father, it won't work."
Alessandro's expression was unwavering when he returned the look with unwavering gaze.
"It's been a year. I don't remember when was the last time you were attached to any particular woman. It's not healthy."
Taehyung narrowed his eyes to the older man. His tongue was bitter with the need to inhale some nicotine, couldn't wait for the meeting to be over. No, he needed something stronger, definitely some weed. Something to help him forget, even temporarily.
"I don't need you to give me love advice."
"You have to move on with your life."
"Did you see me avoid my responsibilities? We will close on fifteen percent increase in profit end of this year. That's an achievement considering today's inflation rate."
"It's not about the company, Gio. Mens sana in corpore sano. You know what that means."
Taehyung scoffed in disdain. The nerve of Alessandro to bring this up to him. The man had a normal family, ordinary relationship with his wife and his daughter. Despite his job for the group, he went home at five everyday like any family man would.
"Don't tell me what to do, Alessandro. If the business on the move and money flowing in, I am living my life here."
His glare was interrupted by a man in his fifties, wearing a long sleeves baby blue shirt with black pants.
His appearance was opposite with Taehyung who wore three piece winter suit. All of his men were in suit considering the current cool weather in Reggio.
"Good afternoon, gentlemen, apologize for my tardiness."
There was a full blown smile on his lips when Alessandro made the initial introduction.
Taehyung studied the man in silent after exchanging some basic courtesy, inwardly thumbed through his profile that Alessandro shared before.
Sergio Moretti was a british merchant, despite his Italian descent. He made an offer to set up distributorship for olive and bergamot oil from Romano's subsidiaries, promising to commit an average of five to ten forty feet containers per month.
The deal wasn't supposed to be his responsibility, he had people to do the small scale affair.
Romano's main income wasn't from their plantation.
Taehyung didn't need to meet with the man, if it wasn't for Alessandro's persistence.
When they were finally seated, he looked at Taehyung with careful regard, curious but seemingly contained himself.
"You quite surprise me, Mr. Romano."
He raised his eyebrow over the unexpected statement.
"Mr. Testa didn't tell me about your age, I surmised you must be ... at least forty, -considering your reputation."
"And what reputation that you heard of, Mr. Moretti?"
He dared the man to spread his card on the table. It would be a different conversation if he was dealing with one of his kind, but this guy seemed like the type to maintain a clean record all his life. He might be oblivious about Taehyung's main business.
"Well, to lead and maintain a business this size isn't easy. And I'm guessing you are not even thirty ...-"
"Darling ...!"
There were two women who walked over their table, one was older than the other.
The older one immediately stole the attention with her British accent and colorful fancy style. A little too splashy especially for cold season.
The young woman must be their daughter. Although she was taller by an inch or two, she was overshadowed by her mother's lively nature.
"Mr. Testa, finally! Pleasant to meet you here. I must say there are plenty of historical spots we have yet visited here, and ... oh my, the amount of awe I have for this city!"
She talked while waving her hands in excitement, drawing attention from guests on the other table.
As much as Taehyung was amused by her antics as well as her corny style, but his attention was drawn more to the young girl next to the woman. She was slim in average height, wearing a dark green knee length dress with ruffled sleeves. She looked shy, but her stunning beauty helped her to get people to notice her presence.
"Anna, please, can you lower down your voice?"
Her husband whispered while looking at his wife in reprimanding gaze.
Taehyung raised to his feet to act as the host he was supposed to be.
"Mrs. Moretti, please have a seat. It's nice to have you and your family here. I hope the accomodation and everything else meet your satisfaction."
He bowed a a little, earning a low squeal from the woman.
"Oh my ... you must be Mr. Romano! Mr. Testa told us about you, but ... he definitely didn't say that you are this young! Such a fine gentleman indeed! Please, let me introduce you to our daughter, Elena. She will be twenty one this year."
The woman extended her hand for a handshake, followed by her daughter, whose cheeks was blushed in mortification.
Mrs. Moretti was blatantly staring at him with obvious adoration, and Taehyung had to clear his throat to stop her stare.
"Mom, you don't have to tell my age."
Her daughter was trying to be subtle in tone down the woman's voice, albeit without luck.
Taehyung held her hand in his palm, it was smooth and small, looking so fragile compared to his own.
Watching her face and her countenance in general, there was an aura of inoccence that Taehyung couldn't help but having some pity as well as protective instinct for her.
When the girl finally seated next to him, -after stern instruction from her mother, he felt a feeling of familiarity looking at her.
The girl reminded him of you.
It wasn't exactly alike, but from certain angles and different side, the resemblance was evident.
He looked at Alessandro who was unfolding his napkin, and his gesture told Taehyung that the man understood his gaze on him.
"Shall we order now? Maybe start with some appetizer?"
The old man ignored his boss' sharp look on him, talking to Sergio with feigned smile.
"I heard this restaurant has been under your family's proprietary for three generations, Mr. Romano. May you suggest their signature menu?"
Mrs. Moretti scanned on the thick velvet menu book while adjusting her reading glasses.
"You can order from 'specialitร della casa' for chef reccomendation. As for light bites, I will recommend crostini or caponata. The caprice skewers are also very good, the tomatoes are sweet and juicy."
Alessandro answered for him, while Taehyung tried hard to avert his eyes from the girl before she started to think he was a creep.
It had been a year since the last time he was attracted to a woman. He still couldn't get over you.
Not that he didn't try initially.
He went to the club, trying to rid the memory of you by sleeping with any girl that could get him off, he desperately wanted to move on from the past. But the fulfillment after the deed was always incomplete, and it only made him thought about you more.
After three attempts, he finally gave up. If celibacy was a curse to his sins, he didn't have any choice but to embrace his fate.
But the past seemed like catching up on him today.
The girl reminded him of you so much that his heart was twitching in pain everytime your face flashed in his vision. The bullet was only a centimeter away from his heart that it was considered a miracle he was still alive. There was a deep scar after all, acting out whenever he felt his blood rushing and his heartbeat accelerated.
He waved to a waiter to order some alcohol, he needed something to numb his brain.
"Can you uncork a Barolo Riserva 2010? And serve five glasses for us."
When he had his attention back to the girl, she was looking at him too. Her eyes were different color from you, hers were darker shade of brown, but the rest of her features in general intensified the memory.
"Can you please recommend something to me, Mr. Romano?"
Elena was truly beautiful, and looking at the way her mother introduced her to him, it didn't take a genius to guess what was the purpose of this meeting.
It would probably be easier for him should he take her as his wife. Not the best option, but he was almost desperate.
"Veal saltimbocca if you fond of meat, or swordfish steak if you prefer fish."
He pointed to the main course list, trying to distract himself from the scent of her perfume and compared it to your fragrance that he loved so much, he used it as pillow spray every night.
He missed you too much.
And seeing the girl who reminded him of you didn't help his case trying to forget you.
He could feel his desire imagining the beautiful girl under him, like he had you in his bed the night before you were gone.
"This one? It's beef and herbs, I think?"
Maybe Alessandro was right, he needed someone to help him to move on. He needed a wife he could go home to everyday.
The girl pointed to the book, and Taehyung felt his heart skipped a beat when looking at her finger.
It was a few seconds later before he could find his voice, looking at the diamond on her ring finger.
"Your ring ..."
It almost hypnotized him. All the memories of you were spiraling down flooding his mind.
He was going insane, borderline hallucinating.
"This one?" The girl straightened her fingers to give a better view.
"It's pretty, isn't it? I recall from Mr. Testa that you are also an avid collector, Mr. Romano. The ring is birthday gift to our dear Elena."
Mr. Moretti sounded proud while looking at his daughter.
"We have a fascination for precious stones as well as vintage paintings. Maybe you can pay a visit to our manor in London sometime, I can show you around for our collection."
Taehyung didn't hear the man, nor catch the subtle expectation for him to return the invitation. Not when his attention was solely on the ring.
It looked so damn similar.
"It's a Graff diamond." He almost talked to himself.
"You are indeed very knowledgeable, Mr. Romano."
Sergio looked at him with surprise and admiration.
"Different carat for different cut, only six of them released on the market. Each one of them was custom made for the bearer. I heard one of them belonged to our queen."
Sergio talked in lower conspiratorial tone.
"So, you bought this from Graff?" He couldn't believe his own eyes. He had to restrain himself from touching her fingers.
"Oh my lord, no. Of course not. The original price was almost eight million poundsterling. As much as we fond of precious stones, we set a limit when it comes to price. We bought this from a second hand dealer when we were in Russia. He said that a young girl sold this to him at a very cheap price. Most probably she stole it. It was impossible for a mere student to afford this kind of ring, not to mention this had travelled accros continent."
"I don't understand." There was no way this was like what he thought. He could hear his heart pounded on his chest loudly.
Sergio pointed to the ring before continued.
"There is a foreign script engraved on the inside, korean fonts that are visible only under magnifier. Something like, 'yours truly', or 'fovever yours' if translated. I think it belonged to a wealthy Korean before it was stolen."
It felt like all blood was drained from his body, goosebumps and chill crept all over him. The ring was glimmering, tantalizing him with a blooming wish.
Of all places, of all the time he spent in waiting, the ring made its way back to him, in the most unexpected way.
Maybe the girl, -Elena was the answer that universe had sent for him.
Taehyung could feel the connection since he saw how she looked like you, how he could easily imagine to have her in his bed, someone to distract him from his undying infatuation for you.
Different thoughts running through his mind, thinking about all the possible scenarios.
Looking at Alessandro, his expression was showing his shock too.
Before another completely different realization hit him like a train wreck. His mind halted when another enlightment struck on him.
Someone found your body and took the ring from your corpse. That was the only logical explanation. How the ring could travel thousand miles away to Russia was something he couldn't comprehend, and he knew he had to rely on the Morettis for more information.
To find your body and to give you a proper burial.
He owed you that much.
"I see ... can you, ..." He swallowed a big lump in his throat forcing himself to speak.
It was a closure he needed to finally let go, but the possibility to confirm your death dreaded him. To have his hope vanish forever.
He had tried a great length to find you alive, but deep down inside he knew it was just a wishful thinking.
"Can I have the name of the dealer? There may be something, ... some collectibles I might find interesting."
Unconciously he took Elena's hand, and stroking the ring on her finger. He could imagine your hand wore the ring next to the wedding band he kept in his safe in the bedroom.
His gesture startled the girl, and he released her hand almost immediately.
But Mrs. Moretti saw the whole thing and her smile couldn't be any wider.
"Both of you look very lovely together, like meant for each other. Darling, you should give that dealer's contact number to Mr. Romano."
Mrs. Moretti smiled fondly to her daughter, her words had Elena blushing with shy smile.
"There was no need."
Alessandro's voice cut through the conversation in a haste, his eyes trained blankly at him.
"I know what you are trying to find, but ... "
He exhaled before averted his eyes to Jungkook who stood near the door.
" ... you don't have to."
Alessandro closed his eyes before finally returned his gaze.
"Y/N ... she's ... she's alive. She's in Moscow now."
Silence was ensued, a long quietness that came from Taehyung's bewilderment gradually turned to disbelief, before finally anger consumed him.
"What do you mean by 'she's still alive'?"
His voice was dangerously calm, along with his escalated rage. He was too afraid to have another hope, too scared if his hope was crushed before he even had the chance to grasp.
"You heard me."
"Since when? When did you know about this?"
The man didn't answer but his gaze to him was unwavering, gave away his answer.
It took him just a moment to make sense his silence and connect the dots. To make sure all of these wasn't some kind of sick and cruel joke.
"And all this time you hid her whereabouts from me? Despite that you knew well I was looking everywhere for her."
The man still didn't answer, only looked at him with unreadable look, but Taehyung could see fear in his eyes. To know that Alessandro didn't plan to reveal the truth if it wasn't because he had no choice.
"Why Moscow, and ... how could she get there by herself?"
He would think of this as a prank if it wasn't for Alessandro made the confession.
"Between Royal Ballet or Bolshoi, she chose the latter. I helped her to enroll and settle down."
He stood abruptly causing the chair to jerk and fall to the floor.
He drew his gun and pointed to Alessandro.
"Who do you think you are? You have no right to hide the fact, any fact, especially about her."
There were small screams and noises when people started to move and leave the room.
He saw how Elena turned pale, and all the similarities with you that he saw in her earlier were vanished. She looked completely different now.
Looking at Alessandro, he tried so hard to keep his finger from pulling the trigger.
"Why? I trusted you, but you betrayed me!"
"You know she's not born for this world. I have a daughter her age Gio, even I work for you, to have her live in this kind of world is the last thing I want for my girl."
"I didn't ask for your opinion, she didn't need you to save her from me. I would never hurt her intentionally."
"No, but you don't realize that she will only bring you to destruction."
There was a gunshot accompanied by Alessandro's figure dropped to the floor, holding his ankle. His curse with pain was showed on his expression. Butย it wasn't long before his eyes changed into a condemning stare.
"Give me one reason why I shouldn't put a bullet in your head now!"
"You can't deny the truth!"
"You ... you don't know, how many nights ... how long I have spent regretting my incapability to protect her, how I ... I thought I should have given her a proper burial."
His tears started to blur his vision eventhough his grip to the gun was still firm.
"How many times ... I was imagining to take the gun and end this all, ... my misery. When I had questioned the purpose of my life, ... time and time again. It was the hope to finally find her body that kept me to live!"
Taehyung closed his eyes, trying to contain himself and blink back the tears.
Somehow his prayer was answered, even he wasn't sure who he had prayed to.
It all didn't matter now.
You were alive and breathing, that was the most important.
He was trying to rearrange his emotion before throwing a questioning glare to Jungkook who stood just a couple feet away.
The Morettis were gone, it didn't surprise him.
"Did you know about this?"
The younger man looked at him with a tinge of regret.
"I was the one who pulled her from the river."
"Why?"
"We thought with logic, you thought with your heart."
He quickly lifted his hand and pointed his gun to Jungkook who didn't blink. Just like him, death never scared Jungkook.
"I don't kill you now because you saved her. Cross me one more time, consider your life is done."
He turned around, throwing a quick scan around the room. The servers were on their spot near the cashier, watching the whole incident. They quickly dispersed when he gave them silent warning stare.
He was about to reach the door when he heard Alessandro's voice.
"She sold the ring. Have it ever occured to you that she probably wanted to forget, to leave all the past behind?"
He stopped on his track, but didn't turn to see the man.
There was no doubt in his answer.
"It's one in a million chance that the ring came back to me. Maybe she's my soulmate, maybe she will be my doom. I don't believe in coincidence, everything always happen for a fucking reason. You know well what I will do if she did that."
He turned to see Alessandro still settled on the floor. The bullet wound on his ankle was visible with blood stain.
"I forgave you this once, as a token of appreciation for your service to the family. But be careful, Alessandro, there won't be a second chance."
He walked out with Jungkook and one other man followed him from behind.
When he stepped outside the building to his car, his chaffeur opened the door for him. He stopped from entering the vehicle, watched as people walking along the pedestrian lane, the wind blew some falling brown autumn leaves on the row of trees along the street.
The color of his world turned vibrant, changing from monochrome to technicolor.
He was welcoming his new phase of life, a purpose, something he could finally live for.
He pulled his phone and dialed a number while breathing in relief when he heard the person answered on the first ring.
"Prepare the jet for a red eye tonight. I'm leaving for Moscow."
synopsis. He was your King, while you were nothing but his possession.
warnings: YANDERE, T*XIC BEHAVIOUR, extreme YANDERE, mentions of blo*d, obsession, unhealthy possessiveness, heโs emotionally ab*sive, mentions of killing, crying.
disclaimer: THIS IS NOT A HEALTHY RELATIONSHIP, DO NOT ROMANTICISE THUS BEHAVIOUR AT ALL, I do not confront this behaviour at all? viewer discretion is advised, this type of content can be get dark and triggering.
HEADER CREDITS TO MY ONE AND ONLY @introgfx ๐ญ๐ซถ
note. SHARE THOUGHTS??? โค๏ธโค๏ธ
โDid you take me for a fool, my dearest?โ Yoongi hummed in a bored tone, sitting on his large golden black throne as his stare wasnโt focused on you but on the sword that he stared at.
Your knees were weak as you stood infront of him, unshed tears layering against your tired eyes, your heart begging to have him spare you a glance.
But your mind knew Yoongi better than anyone. He never liked to look at your wet crying eyes, that made him weak.
And yoongi didnโt like to be weak.
โP-Please Yoong- Itโs my king to you now, sweetheart.โ Your heart broke into a million pieces at his words, a wave of fresh tears welled up in your eyes as you looked down at the floor.
His anger was invisible on his face but you could feel itโs heavy heavy presence, the blood drops on his sword were the proof of his wrath.
โB-But m-my king please! Y-You were mislead! H-He was like my brother!โ You cried, your voice wavered with fear as you felt the weight of his eyes fall on you.
You fell onto your knees.
Those horrific images of his body laying in his own pool of blood haunted you.
โH-He was my brother!โ A choked sob left you. Yoongi was not speaking a word, only listening to you.
It scared you. โThatโs enough, Y/N.โ
Your heart skipped a beat, filling you with near waves of fear when you heard his footsteps coming towards you.
He rarely called you by your name.
โYou dare to defend him even in his death?!?โ A growl from him was the sign of his calm demeanour breaking.
โI donโt like it when you defend and cry for him like thisโฆ you are so stupid, my love.โ Yoongiโs raspy voice was almost blocked by the sound of your own heartbeat.
โHe may be like a brother to you,โ you could see his reflection in the marble floor, as he crouched down to your figure.
You shuddered.
You couldnโt stop your tears. Yoongi noticed your panic, his large hand coming towards your face to caress it.
His touch burned.
โHe didnโt see you like a sister though. You see, sweetheart, men canโt be trusted.โ A laugh full of cruelty left him.
โTrust me Iโm a man after all.โ His touch was tender, so not like him. It was like this was not your king.
This was a crazy man. A killer.
โYouโre my most prized possession, you know? Iโm a very possessive person, I donโt like it when someone even looks at you. I feel a rush of murderous rage whenever you were with him.โ His laugh vibrated around the large throne room.
โYou should know that, right?โ The pad of his thumb swiped against your trembling lip.
โThese lips.. theyโre too precious.โ He squeezed the meat lightly between his fingers.
โBut they feel so filthy to me whenever you utter his name.โ You silently cried. โYouโre my purest possessionโฆ you make me happy, dearest.โ
Yoongi carefully lifted your head up, your eyes met his void ones. They were dark yet empty.
Completely empty.
โYou know I donโt like to see you cry. You know everything yetโฆ you like to test my limits, hmm?โ He smirked, wiping away your fresh tears.
โEven these tears are mine. Why donโt you cry for me only?โ He licked his lips, inhaling a deep breath. โSweetheartโฆ stop crying for him.โ
Yoongiโs patience was running thin, you could tell.
Genre / Tropes Fluff, domestic fluff, established relationship, non-idol!au
Warningsย Implied sex (or it could be a tickle fightโฆ you donโt know.) Domestic AF Yoongiโฆ heโs so in love. I canโt.ย
Crosspost AO3 - herecomessatvrn
Summary Yoongi is the first guy youโve ever wanted to live with. While you are doing laundry, you find something that tells you this was definitely the right call.
AN ย Forย @sunshinerainbowsbtsย the world can suck sometimes, so you gotta find the soft things in your life, and enjoy them. <3ย
This fic was written in something like an hour because of this gif here. Yoongi in a cow onesie, and I couldnโt help myself. Very roughly edited, so Ill probs be making small updates to fix some minor issues.ย
Thank you @missgenialityโ for the gorgeous banner and divider set!ย
Warning: edging, sadistic behavior, sex toys, dirty talk, dom!hoseok, manipulation, whipping, oral (f&m receiving), binding, reader was snatched from the street :( ,
Description: You wonder where Hoseok goes off to when his work phone calls at all times of the day and night. Itโs a bother - especially when the two of you are on a date. You suspect heโs cheating on you and decide one night to follow him and witness just where he scurries of to.
"What's the word, baby?" Hoseok hums, his voice as sweet as ever as he ties the bonds against your wrist, bringing it behind your back (that laid flat against the bench).
You licks your lips, salivating at the sight of your boyfriend. His smile was kind as his eyes, but the way he stood above you fully clothed while you laid naked - legs wide open, ankles bound to the sex bench. "Strawberry."
It was a habit between Hoseok and you to choose a random and easy word - now it being Strawberry - as a safe word in case everything got far too much for you to handle. You rarely say the safe word, only having said it twice when the overstimulation got far too intense.
Hoseok smiles at you in response, the dark and twisted smile you enjoyed. Hoseok was a sweetheart, truly. He showered you with attention and love, always bringing you random gifts just because. He texted you throughout the day while he was at work, always making sure he responded within five minutes, and if he didn't, he'd let you know before hand he would be occupied and unable to.
But there were two sides of Jung Hoseok - the sadistic side you adored about him. It was like a flick of a switch. The first time Hoseok suggested he tied you up, he had apologized soon after at the thought, claiming that he would never degrade or take advantage of you. You agreed, mainly because of how cute and sympathetic he was about it. Now each time, you didn't mind being tied up, gagged and fucked into oblivion by the man.
Today was no different. Hoseok was a wealthy man and managed to set up a room outside of your shared bedroom just for the act of sex. It was a dark room only dimly lit. It displayed a full length ceiling mirror in which Hoseok would force you to look upon as he fucked you. Hoseok was no stranger when it came to toys - handcuffs, ball gags, vibrators and even dildos.
You laid upon the sex bench fully tied up, your legs wide open. Hoseok's fingers slap your clit. You jolt at the sensation it brings you. He enters his fingers inside of you roughly, you already dripping for him makes it easier for him. He pumps inside of you at a harsh and speedy pace. Your walls are clenching around his fingers and the sounds coming from your pussy are nothing but wetness - the sweet melody of your whimpers just added fuel to the fire.
You clenched your eyes shut as Hoseok rams his fingers inside of you. His thumb rubs against your clit as he does so. Your legs are shaking, aching to shut them tightly but aren't able to close them. "I'm going to cum." you whimper, eyes snaping shut and breathing heavy.
"Yeah?" Hoseok asks, his eyes scanning the way your pussy clenches around him. When he witness your nod, he chuckles and releases his fingers from inside you, slapping your clit harshly.
You scream out, back arching at the sudden release of his fingers. Hoseok comes behind you, stroking your hair. He gives you a dashing smile that makes your heart flutter. He proceeds to yank your hair back, forcing you to stare into his eyes. His lips connect to yours and you feel three of his fingers enter you once more.
You moan against his lips as he proceeds to fuck his fingers inside of you. Your neck begins to ache at the position Hoseok holds you, but you don't mind it. The way his fingers are pleasuring you are enough of a reward for being good for him.
Hoseok releases your lips from his, his tongue poking out to lick your cheek. His eyes stare into yours, fingers having no intentions of stopping the brutal pace.
You shake your head, stomach churning. Hoseok releases his pumping fingers to place them onto your clit. He rubs your clit hastily, smirking at the way you proceed to scream out at the overstimulation. "You're so slutty for me, baby." he chuckles, eyes darkening. "Your pussy's so wet for me. It's always so wet for me when I treat you like the whore you are."
"Please." you groan, sweat on your forehead. You could feel your high coming.
"Please what, baby?" Hoseok hums, his fingers not stopping their attack on your clit. "Do you want to cum?"
You nod your head fast. You lick your lips, your high coming any second now.
Hosoeok slaps your clit again, laughing out. "You'd thought I'd let you cum?" he mocks, head shaking. "A whore like you doesn't deserve to cum until I feel like you should."
You cry out, tears falling. Hoseok walks around you, humming as he grabs the toy from the wall shelf. He comes back, still humming. He holds the toy - the large black vibrator - and smirks at you. He turns it on, the chattering sound of the vibrator was mocking you as he inches it closer to you. He leans down, the vibrator circling your clit. His free hand brings his fingers back into your clit.
Your throat releases another scream. The vibrator against your clit feels heavenly - the fingers pumping your walls were added flare. It's what you adored about Hoseok, the pleasure he gave you (even if he was teasing and edging you on) was amazing. It was the first time you told him you loved him a few years back - something he still laughs about until this day.
Your bound wrist tug against the ropes, your back arches and jolts. Your eyes are now rolling to the back of your head and your head is shaking from side to side. Breathing hard, you're stuttering out nonsense - nothing but uncoherant murmurs.
Hoseok removes his fingers and the vibrator from your clit. He marvels at the tears streaming down your face and the screams of pleas - begging him to allow you to cum. He could record your moans and pleas and replay them time and time again and still never get tired of it. You were a beauty - allowing him to tease you for his own sick satisfaction. His cock was heard inside his jeans, seeking its own release.
Hoseok turns off the vibrator and places it upon the shelf once more. He grabs ahold of the leather whip - nothing that would hurt you too bad. But you were one of the same as him, after all. You enjoyed the act of pain. You enjoyed when he'd slap your ass until he left marks - leaving it swollen and wanting more. You'd beg him to keep hurting you - pleading for him to slap you, pull your hair and to do whatever he desired.
He loved you - and he loved what you allowed him to do to you.
Hoseok brings the whip and slaps it down against your body, hitting your breast, stomach and clit. You jolt, eyes wide but lip biting back your moans.
"It's incredible, Y/N," Hoseok slapped the whip against your clit again, and proceeded to. Your moans increase by each slap. "how much you'd allow me to use your body. My little masochist."
You hum in satisfaction. You know your clit would be swollen - just how you'd like it. Hoseok comes closer to you, the whip slapping against your clit. His free hands come to twist and pinch your nipple.
"You like that, don't you?" Hoseok snickers. "You're such a whore, Y/N. My little whore to hurt, right?" Hoseok tugs on your nipple tightly without warning.
You release a scream, your pussy clenching around nothing. "Y-Yes!" you managed to grunt out. "I'm you're whore."
Hoseok beams. "I know." he retorts. He throws the whip to the side and plays with his pants. You hum, waiting for whatever he was about to do next. You were ready to get fucked - either through between your legs or your throat, whatever he preferred.
Hoseok releases his cock, throwing his pants off without a care in the world. He reaches for you, your mouth already open to take him. He places the tip against your tongue, tapping it against the soft flesh. "You're so hungry to suck cock." Hoseok disclosed, sucking in a breath when you lick along on the tip of his cock.
"I want you to fuck my mouth." you declared, teary eyes pleading up at him.
Hoseok shudders. You were gorgeous just for him, and you understood he'd do anything for you, even if you were the one bound.
Hoseok pushes his cock into your mouth that widens to take him all. He thrusts inside of you, your mouth - warm and wet - feels marvelous around him. His hands tighten into your hair, gripping it as he thrusts deep into your throat.
You could feel yourself leaking onto the bench at this moment. Hoseok was never one to hold back when it comes to sex - and you never minded if he did or not. You relished at the pain and sexual torture Hoseok displayed. You would've never thought you'd enjoy pain, but with Hoseok you adored everything he did to you.
"Fucking bitch." Hoseok moans out, his cock twitching inside your mouth. He could never last long when it came to being inside of you. He slaps your cheek. "I'm going to cum. Should I cum in your throat or on your face?"
You hum, even though it's nothing but incoherent with a cock in your mouth. Hoseok thrusts for a few more seconds, his breathing quickening. He releases himself from your throat and pumps the flying cum onto your face. He rubs it into your skin, around your cheeks and onto your lips.
A loud ring brings the two of you out of your bliss. Hoseok releases a groan. He takes a few steps back and rummages through his pockets. "I thought we said there were no phones allowed here." you hiss.
"You know I can't leave my work phone, baby." Hoseok sighs. He lifts his phone and glares at it. "Shit." he hisses at the familiar name on the phone.
You watch in disbelief, still bound with cum dripping down your face, as Hoseok answers the phone and brings it to his ear.
"What?!" Hoseok hisses lowly to Taehyung.
"No hello?" Taehyung retorts. "Rude."
"I'm about to hang up. It's not a good time." Hoseok threatens. "What do you need?"
"Shin should be done within the next 30 minutes. In an hour I'm expected to meet him to get my money." Taehyung speaks. "We need to act fast on the plan."
Hoseok clenches the phone in his ear. "Where's Jimin?"
"Dealing with his girls."
"Jungkook?"
"Brooding." Taehyung sighs. "Something about getting ignored. I don't know or care...you're my last hope, Hyung."
Hoseok releases a deep sigh, his nerves kicking in. He clenches his teeth. "You owe me for this." he curses. "I'll be there in 10."
Hoseok enters, an annoyed expression on his face. "I have to go to work." he murmurs sullenly.
"You're fucking with me." you claimed. He wasn't, his face said it all. "Now? It's the middle of the night!"
"I know, baby!" Hoseok plays with the rob around your wrist until they loosen. "But you know I have to. It's important." He does the same to your ankles.
"It's always important." you roll your eyes. You sit up on the bench, taking the rag from Hoseok's hand when he passes it to you. You wipe your face, disappointed in, yet again, another cock block. "What do you even need to do?"
"Do you want me to bore you with work?" Hoseok grins. He grabs his pants and puts them back on. "I'll be back in no time, okay baby?" he kisses your forehead. "Do you need anything while I'm out?"
You shake your head, not saying anything when he and you walk out of the dark room. You're still naked when he finds his car keys and runs out the door.
You're now fuming at the audacity of Jung Hoseok. As long as you two have been together, he was vague on what he did for a living. You knew he was in foreign exchange - he displayed the many new luxury cars he had bought and sold throughout the country and even outside of it. But, that doesn't explain the random phone calls on the work phone he had. They came whenever - and he'd drop everything to go attend it.
Your mind was telling you he was cheating. Yes, you loved him and you knew he loved you, too. But, he was a man after all. And men could smile in your face one moment and then be off with another woman in the next second - it was in their nature. No matter how many times you consoled yourself that he wasn't like that, you had no other explanation for his actions.
So you were quick to fix yourself up and go out the door, your phone following his. You managed to grab ahold of his personal phone while he slept, not finding anything on it. His work phone, however, had a passcode while his personal had not. You shared his location with your phone and tracking him down was easy.
You laid low, making sure your lights were off. This was crazy, sure. But you needed answers and Hoseok was not going to be the one to give any to you. So yes, you did follow him and park a few cars down to see him and another man - both masked - approaching another man.
Your eyes widen as Hoseok brings out a gun and points it at the man. The other man proceeds to slap the victim who falls face first onto the ground. You proceeded to witness your boyfriend and an accomplice attack this man, frightened and frozen.
You duck down when you see them grab whatever was in the doffle bag, you assume a large amount of cash - what else would they be taking? They proceed to scurry off, not caring if the man was left in a bad position or not.
Your breathing quickens and one things for sure - Hoseok was not the man he said he was and you needed to leave as soon as possible.
You haven't seen Hoseok in little over a month, that same night after witnessing him and an accomplice rob a man - who ends up dead - you packed whatever you could and made your way out. You managed to ignore whatever calls Hoseok made to your phone and refused to open any messages or listen to any voicemails. They came in at all times of the day and night, the words getting menacing as the days pass. There was nothing left to be said to him - you didn't know the man he truly was. You had no desire to stick around after witnessing him rob a man.
You missed him, as ashamed as you were to admit. He was the man you loved - even after witnessing him being another side of him. Sure Hoseok was a different man during sex - more dominant than ever. However, sex and everyday life with him was different. You witness the man scream at the top of his lungs because a cockroach flew at him.
Yet and still, you felt as though you didn't know who he truly was or what he did for work. You never questioned him but was it idiotic to think he had a legal job with legal money coming through?
After your conversation with the detective you had left the police station with your head low, avoiding everyone. You were jumpy to say the least, always looking over your shoulders expecting to see Hoseok - the menacing glare you used to love now frightens you.
You no longer had the car - it was Hoseok's after all. After you packed whatever you could, you parked the car back at his home and dropped off the keys, making sure you didn't forget to place the house key next to it. You didn't have a lot of bags so walking from Hoseok's home to your brothers apartment wasn't much - even if it did take you about half an hour. It's the same home you once lived in prior to moving in with Hoseok. Your brother being in the military basically made it your home - and you were glad Hoseok didn't know where you resided.
You walked to the places you needed to be now. It reminded you of your life prior to meeting Hoseok. You got far too comfortable with allowing him to fund your lifestyle - even if you didn't need it. But, now that you were back living on your own, you'd grow into the independance you once had.
At first it was different. You were alone in your brother's large home with nothing to do. You didn't necessarily have to work - you had a big bank account thanks to an inheritance. But, with nothing else to do you decide to find a job away from crowded areas. You wanted to avoid Hoseok and where he'd be at in general.
That's how you find yourself working in a quiet book store with little to no customers besides the same familiar faces. You organized books in alphabetical order, dusted book shelves and stock new releases. You wouldn't lie and say the job was interesting, but it stopped you from being home.
You got off at night and walked home, making sure that you walked in plain sight. The first few weeks of you doing this, you felt normal. The walk from work to back home wasn't long and in ten minutes you were there. However, as the weeks led on you felt uneasy. You couldn't explain the way you felt, but it was as though you were being followed. Your discernment was almost never wrong, especially when you heard footsteps behind you seemingly closing in.
You start to run, your heart pumping. You could hear the footsteps running behind you. You aren't sure what your plan was to do but to run as fast as you could. Your mind is swirling in the possibilities of being caught by the mysterious person following you. You weren't prepared and didn't have anything to protect yourself. You felt foolish at least not having pepper spray to defend yourself.
You release a scream that's muffled when you feel arms wrap around you. You're kicking, an attempt to get the arms off of you but there's no use. You're being dragged from the lonely sidewalk and you feel tears swell into your eyes. Your ears hear tires screeching to a halt and soon you're being thrown into a vehicle. You tried as hard as you could to get out but are left with no choice when the man roughly shoves you down and soon the car is moving.
Before your eyes could adjust to your surroundings, you feel something wrap around your eyes, blind folding you and leaving you temporarily blinded. You remain quiet as the men around you drive and speak in low, hushed tones. You don't speak and find it useless to - they were determined to do whatever they wished to you.
Your life seems to flash before your eyes. You regret getting a job somewhere far from the city and leave you in this position to be taken in the middle of the walking home. You feel foolish for not purchasing a car to take you to and from work and over all...you feel foolish for thinking you'd get far in life trying to do everything alone.
"Is she asleep?" you hear a man's voice say after what feels like hours. You weren't asleep but remaining quiet felt like the better option than crying and screaming like you desired.
A rough shake makes you jump out of your skin. You're still blindfolded when the car comes to an abrupt stop. You hear the car turn off and the doors open before you're being snatched up. You yelp, almost falling if it wasn't for the unknown man catching you. "Walk straight." he says, the voice deep and smooth.
You do as you're told, trembling. You still don't know your surroundings due to the fabric around your eyes, but you do your best in walking. You're stopped by the unknown man again who grabs your shoulder. He swiftly pulls the fabric from your eyes and pushes you forward.
Your eyes adjust to your surroundings. It appears as though you entered a dressing room, a sea of people - mainly women, enclosing the large room. Full length mirrors and vanities face the walls, women crowding it and doing their make-up and hair.
"Ah, you're finally here!" a woman who appeared a few years older than you say. She takes your wrist and drags you along. "We've been waiting for you. You have to get ready and speak with Jimin-ssi."
"There must be a mistake-" you attempt to pry your wrist from her but she doesn't move. You didn't know Jimin - or know where the hell you've been taking. But it dawned on you quickly that whoever brought you here had nefarious motives. The women dressed in lingerie - different types. Some more revealing than most, some role-play types and even skin-tight leather of a dominatrix roll.
"No mistake, babe." the woman giggles. She takes you behind a few curtains where not many women are seated. She releases a sigh. "Jimin-ssi stated that he was waiting for a newcomer. Said she owed a debt and..." she eyes you up and down. "I'm sure that's you."
Your eyes widen. You owed nothing to anyone by the name of Jimin. Your heart pounds from your chest and you frantically shake your head. "He must got the wrong girl, I-"
"Please." the woman sighs out. "It'll be easier if you just go in and meet him, okay? Even if you think he has the wrong girl, he'll be the judge of that."
You try to fight against the remaining woman around you who forces your clothes off and scoffs at your regular bra and panties underneath. "You need something more..." the woman turns away from you, her eyes scanning the rack of lingerie. "more daring. Try this."
You don't try it - but that doesn't mean the women don't do it for you. You felt utterly violated at the moment, being forced into lingerie to see a man that claimed he was owed a debt. The lingerie itself consisted of nothing but harnesses. Your breast, ass and damn it, your crotch, was out. "I'm not wearing-"
"Put this robe on." one woman shushes you, throwing you a silk rob. You do hastily, enjoying the little warmth and privacy - not much - the rob gives you. "Follow me. I'll show you to Jimin-ssi. Remember, he's the boss, alright? If you aren't the girl then you'll be released-"
"Released after being kidnapped and violated?" you snap, eyes narrowing at the woman.
"It's not our fault, babe." the woman shakes her head. "A lot of people try to run from their debts. Jimin-ssi knows everyone that owes him money." she takes you to a large iron door, the glass behind it stained for privacy reasons. She knocks three times before turning to you. "If we're wrong, trust me you'll be released and compensated."
You weren't convinced. Behind the door you hear the word 'Enter' and the woman gives you a curt nod before twisting the knob on the door and opening it. She gently pushes you inside and closes it behind her. The room itself was dim, the velvet, burgundy curtains hide the large windows. You see a man seated at a desk. He raises his eyes at your arrival and he lets out a joyful laugh. "Y/N-ah. You're here."
You cross your arms over your chest uncomfortably. He spoke as if he knew you and you never saw this man a day in your life. He was attractive, sure, but he was nothing but a glorified pimp. He stands, slowly strolling around his desk. His hair appears freshly dyed into a bold platinum color and he wears a royal blue velvet suit.
"You have the wrong-"
"I have the right one." the man interrupts you, waving his hand dismissively. "You were a tough one to find, I'll admit."
You raise your brows.
"I barely got into this much stress with my own woman. Nonetheless," Jimin claps his hands together. "You're needed elsewhere."
"I said you got the wrong girl!" you hiss, heart pumping. You weren't about to be sold off to a brothel when you owed no one money of the sorts.
"Nonsense." Jimin smiles - it was a sickening sweet yet sinister smile. He reaches you in seconds and wraps a tight hand around your shoulder. "Follow me."
You shove him away from you but it does nothing but make Jimin grab your bicep and yank you along with him out the door and down the hall. The looks you got from the woman you passed told you that not many people went through this with Jimin.
You reach a dark wooden door when Jimin releases you. You take a few steps away from him, ready to run if needed.
"Y/N."
You feel your blood run cold at the familiar voice behind you. You don't turn right away, your mind asking how in the world you got yourself back into this mess that was Jung Hoseok.
"Ah, Hyung." Jimin claps his hands. "You're supposed to be in the room."
Your head snaps around to face Hoseok. He appears the same, dressed casually - even for a place like this. Your hands clench into fists. "You're the reason I was kidnapped?!" you hissed at him.
"Kidnapped?" Hoseok tilts his head, eyes flickering from you to Jimin. "I didn't-"
"Blah, blah." Jimin rolls his eyes. "Get in the room and start fucking please." Jimin was done with Hoseok's brooding due to not having you around - all the attempts to find you ended with nothing. It was his own fault for thinking you deserved privacy, he should've chipped your phone when he had the chance.
"Jimin..." Hoseok sighs. When he got the call from Jimin to come to Persona immediately, he thought it was something other than you wearing nothing but a robe and appearing utterly terrified. "What's going on?"
"Is she not your girlfriend?" Jimin squints his eyes. "The one you been crying for weeks over?"
Hoseok clicks his tongues.
"We don't have all day, hyung." Jimin rolls his eyes impatietnly. "I'm tired of seeing you and Yoongi-hyung sulking over pussy. If you'd listen to me, you would've chipped her phone and took away all her resources."
Your eyes widen. You're taken aback - just what kind of man did you get yourself into? Jimin spoke as if what he was saying was normal - and the act of Hoseok not doing it was a reason to throw it in his face.
"Get me the fuck out of here." you hiss at Hoseok. You were cold, shivering at this point, and didn't need to hear anything from the glorified pimp any longer.
"Hm." Jimin raises his brow. He glances at Hoseok then at you. "I guess you better do what you're told, Hobi-hyung." Jimin shrugs. He knows his hyung enough to know that he's a ticking time bomb. "I'll be in my office when you feel like crying to me again."
Jimin's footsteps died down and all Hoseok could do was look at you. You're fuming at him, rightfully so. He had no intention of Jimin stepping in and kidnapping you and sending you here. He would've preferred if Jimin told him he knew of your whereabouts.
"Y/N-"
"Save it." you interrupt. "Just take me home. I left you for a reason and this stunt-"
"What was the reason?" Hoseok speaks over you, eyes darkening. "I called you. I messaged you and you ignored them all."
"Can you fucking blame me?" you snap. "I'm in a fucking brothel, Hoseok! You killed a guy for fucks sake!"
"Killed a guy...?" Hoseok scans your features. "What are you talking about? I didn't kill anyone." Recently.
"That drug dealer in the news." you cross your arms, examining his reaction. "I saw you and someone else robbed him. All of a sudden he ends up dead? Who else-"
"You followed me?" Hoseok's voice was deep and firm. He was upset - something he had no right to be. He wasn't kidnapped, blind-folded and stripped of his clothes. "That was business. I didn't kill him."
You scoff. "Sure." you weren't convinced - but at this point it didn't matter. The man was dead and you were determined to get away from Hoseok and remain that way.
"I'm serious." Hoseok takes a step closer to you. "I wouldn't lie to you."
"You have already. I don't even know you." you snicker at him, but regardless, you're hurt. You loved Hoseok and learning of what he does and who he truly is, it makes you feel foolish.
"You do know me." Hoseok is in front of you in a matter of seconds. "I'm the same man I've always been. I've never been treated you bad."
You gulp. He was telling the truth - he was nothing but good to you. Great, even.
"Come back home." Hoseok pleads, his eyes staring deeply into your own. "We can forget-"
"What exactly do you do for a living?" you had to know. After what you witnessed a month prior, you were sure that wasn't his first time. He and the man were far too comfortable.
"Y/N...baby..." Hoseok sighs. He didn't need you knowing and ultimately being afraid of him. The less you know the better. "Please don't make me do this."
"A man is dead." you deadpan. "I'm basically naked in a brothel after being snatched off the street after work. Are any of these girls here because they want to?"
"Yes!" Hoseok rushes. "Jimin doesn't get his girls that way. They're here because they want to. This isn't a regular brothel Y/N. These girls get paid millions of won each time." Hoseok doesn't want to explain his job to you, but he didn't need you assuming that they were monsters kidnapping unwilling women. "Jimin is...he's different. I never knew he'd do this, baby. Just come home with me and I'll-"
"I want to go home." you clench your fist. "Not with you."
Hoseok's shoulders lowers. "Why won't you listen to me?"
"I don't want anything to do with you, Hoseok! Why won't you listen to me?!" you yell, anger rising. You've never yelled at Hoseok before and it catches you off guard just as it does him. His eyes darken, a familiar shade that you've only seen while being intimate. "Hoseok-"
"I've been good to you, Y/N. I could've had you chipped like a bitch like my brothers wanted me to." Hoseok spats. You take a step back at the venom in his voice. "I could've dragged you out of here by your hair and forced you to stay with me. I'm giving you a choice."
Your eyes narrow at him. Hoseok stands tall, his glare returning just as frightening. He wasn't going to allow you to leave him again - no matter how pissed you were now.
"My choice is to get dragged out of here and chipped like a dog or what?" you retort. He wasn't being rational, and you wanted nothing more than to leave his presence all together.
"You stay here." Hoseok shrugs. "You're already dressed for the part."
Your face falls. Your lip trembles at his words. "You're lying." you murmur. He wouldn't leave you here - he couldn't.
"The choice is yours." Hoseok says. He steps forward until he's directly in front of you. You can smell the familiar freshly clean scent of clementine and lavender - an aroma that fills your nostrils and made you almost mold into him.
"Fuck you." you murmur. You turn your face away. He wouldn't leave you here - you were sure of it. He was bluffing to get you to come with him and you weren't entertaining him.
Hoseok chuckles. "Okay." he says. He snatches your forearm and yanks you towards the door - the room in which Jimin was once going to have you in. He opens the door with a slam and throws you inside. You stumble in, shocked at the sudden action. Before you can say anything, he slams the door shut.
You run towards the door, banging against it roughly. You yell obscenities at him, demanding he let you out. The door doesn't open, and after what feels like hours you're crying, exhausted. Your heart is beating out your chest and you knew you were a mess.
You don't see Hoseok for a few days - you know time simply because a few women have arrived to allow you to eat. You pleaded for them to let you go but none of them listened - all claiming you'd soon come to your senses and love the brothel.
The room you slept in was extravagant. Large with tall ceilings, clean with ceiling lights that turned on or off when you clapped - a feature you never knew was real outside of television. The bed is laid in the middle, a queen size bed with luxuriously comfortable sheets and bedding. Each morning you left the room to shower - but didn't receive anything else besides the same harness you wore. It was as though you were made to be uncomfortable.
A knock sounds on the door before you hear someone enter. It's a regular woman who has been helping you "adjust", her name was Yong-sun. She gives you a curt smile before motioning you to follow her. She leads you to another room where more women are leaving as you enter.
"Why am I here?" you ask lowly.
"You have to receive your tattoo." Yong-sun says. She leads you to a chair where a man is seated, waiting for you to seat yourself.
Your eyes widen. "What tattoo?"
"...all the girls get a tattoo when they work under Bangtan." Yong-sun murmurs. "It was in the contract."
"I didn't sign a fucking contract!" you hiss. You weren't getting branded - you weren't even here willingly. "Where's Jimin?"
"Jimin-ssi is-" you don't wait for her to finish. You're making a run for it down the carpet halls, other staff and women watching you with curious eyes as you do.
"Y/N-ah. Jimin-ssi is in a meeting! We can't-"
You continue to run to his office, not caring. You wanted out of this and you refused to be tattooed. This wasn't normal - this felt like a cult.
You reach the familiar ironed door and don't bother knocking. You slam the door open. Jimin was indeed in a meeting with other men - one of them being Hoseok.
Hoseok turns to look at you. "Y/N." he says.
"Get me the fuck out of here!" you screech at him. He is seated between a few unfamiliar men.
"You wanted to stay." Hoseok deadpans. "Have you got your tattoo yet?"
You're furious. And when you're upset, you don't think rationally. You lunge at Hoseok, throwing whatever punches you could at him. You land a few before he manages to stop you, barking at you to stop.
Jimin tsks, shaking his head. "Sexual frustration." he says, eyeing Taehyung across from him. "I told them to fuck it out."
"Fuck you. You're all fucking crazy!" you screech, but the men don't move a muscle.
"Heard that before." one man murmurs, scrolling on his phone. He's tall, his long legs stretched out.
"Let me go home!"
"You are home." Jimin laughs. "Now, you need your tattoo-"
"I'm not being branded!"
Hoseok yanks you away from lunging at Jimin who doesn't flinch. He finds the situation amusing. Hoseok was the one who would claim that the rest were crazy for dealing with women who would harm them - yet here you sat fighting Hoseok without a care in the world. The irony.
Your mouth claps down on Hoseok's arm when he attempts to wrap them around you. You feel the iron taste of blood in your mouth just as Hoseok hisses.
"Did she just-" one man murmurs.
"She did." another sighs. "Hyung is gonna be pissed."
Hoseok yanks your hair, dragging you out of the office. His brothers watch with wide eyes - but amusement nonetheless. "It's what he deserves." Jimin shrugs.
You're kicking and screaming in Hoseok's arms as he takes you to the familiar room. You grab ahold of him so he doesn't slam the door in your face again. Yong-sun is behind him, eyes wide at the ordeal.
"Hurry up and tattoo her." Hoseok demands with a low growl. He glares at you.
"No!" you kick, but Yong-sun didn't work for you. Bangtan were signing her checks after all. She attempts to hold you down but you do nothing but kick her.
"You'll be ready to work once you have your tattoo, Y/N." Hoseok holds you down himself, ignoring your screams and soon pleads for him to release you. "You chose this life inside of being with me."
The man inches closer to you. You are unsure how he manages to bring the tattoo gun onto your ankle and tattoo without messing up - but he does. It takes 10 minutes for him to do so, but once he is done - you're crying real tears. You've stopped struggling 5 minutes in, accepting your fate.
Yong-sun and the man leave and now you and Hoseok are in the room alone. He hates to hear you cry, but he remains silent.
"I'll be going, Y/N." Hoseok murmurs, turning away.
"Please don't leave me, Hobi." you cry, reaching out for him. "I want to go home with you."
Hoseok smirks to himself. He's got you where he knew you'd be. He turns to you, leaning down to wipe your tears. "Are you sure?" he questions. "You won't leave me again, right?"
You shake your head. The traumatic experience was enough for you to never want to leave the house again.
Hoseok kisses your forehead. He hugs you close to his chest. "Of course you can come back home, baby." he hushes, rubbing your back. "Let me tell my brothers I'm taking you home, alright? Stay here. I'll be back, I promise."
You sniffle, bringing your knees to your chest when Hoseok leaves, shutting the door gently behind him. Your eyes glance down to your ankle, your blood running cold. The tattoo itself had nothing to do with Bangtan and everything to do with Hoseok himself. The tattoo seemingly stared back at you mockingly, the Hangul letters spelling his own name.
I feel like this one was lacking something but as of now - it'll do the trick :')
He wouldn't mind to wait for the right time to reap what he thought he deserved.
He had lived in the dark for far too long, that happiness was such a foreign notion for him. Until you crossed his path and awakened something deep inside him.
Until he realized there was indeed glowing light on the other side of his world, just a flicker at the end of the journey he had to conquer.
Until the sunshine he had waited became you.
.
Full Masterlist and elaborate warning please read here.
Excerpt.
Pairing : Taehyung x Ballerina Reader
Genre : Yandere, Mafia AU.
Warning : Smut, Dub Con (if you squint),angst, gunfight. What else ... I hate warning.
Word count : 12.6K
Part 5 - End of Hours (Finale)
Subpart 2 of 2.
.
In life, you can't really have everything.
One good thing you had in one hand would be balanced by the one you lost from the other side. It was always went around to the saying, no one's life is totally perfect.
Tonight was supposed to be your night, when your dream came true and you could embrace the accolade from years of your hardwork.
But the thing you felt right now was nowhere near happy nor proud.
When Jimin was with Sophia, you wanted so bad to be a prima ballerina, to show him that you could do what she was good at, that you could dance as well as her to match him on the stage.
Now that Sophia was gone and you took her place, he found someone else instead. A girl who was nobody, far from your level, a mere backdrop dancer.
You had thought there was something that you lacked, and you desperately wanted to fill that gap, so that he would finally looked at you the way you wanted him to.
But who was you to kid yourself with? You were just trying to reach the unattainable, something that didn't exist from the start.
Even with your status to be engaged with another man, you were still hoping that he would somehow realize how genuine your feeling for him. Everytime your eyes met with his, it never occured to you that your affection had always been one-sided.
It was like a slap in the face with the brute reality that you failed to notice before.
Because you were too drunk in love.
A love that blinded you even with all the facts that were shot at you point blank.
You choked back a sob wiping the tears that totally ruined your make up, there was smear of black ink from your mascara on your fingers. It was the right decision to ask Mr. Kim to take you home. You wouldn't be able to face them in this state.
Your team members had expected you to be present at gala dinner, there would be reporters from websites and magazines to write some headlines about the show.
You ruined the chance when you let your unrequited love got in the way.
You stared blankly to the painting on the wall, one of the many collectibles Mr. Kim owned that probably cost thousands of euros for a piece. It portrayed a young woman with blue oriental turban and big pearl on her ear. Her eyes looked inoccent and unaware, as if her expression was captured in a candid sense. She wasn't striking, but there was an aura of innocent youth on her overall visage.
You stood and walked towards the framed canvas, running your fingers on the carved wooden edge. Your eyes trained on her face and it had you wondered how an ordinary face could look attractive and mistifying through strokes of brush.
Albeit without eyebrows.
But strangely, it didn't seem odd, like her imperfection was the feature that made her looked distinguishably pretty.
It was the thing that had you thought about his attention on you. What was so interesting about you that drew him in? If people asked you to describe yourself, boring and introvert was probably the first thing that came in your mind.
Nothing about you so stand out that would make people notice you right away.
Except for when you danced on the stage.
It was the only moment that you were more than confident about yourself. How your body could naturally move to the beautiful music for every role that you represented, antagonist or protagonist. You could blend effortlessly into the stories as well as into dynamic with other dancers in the group.
You realized from all those photos captured from different angles, you were indeed beautiful and captivating doing the thing that you loved the most.
If only Jimin could see what Mr. Kim saw in you, it would be all perfect. Just like what you'd been dreaming during your time together.
You suddenly realized that he almost never complimented you, appearance nor skill wise.
His attention always subtly wandered whenever there were other girls around. The only moment he would praise you was when he grinded himself inside you, mind clouded with lust and need. In those moment of oblivion while chasing his orgasms, string of praises were like naturally came out from his lips.
Unlike Mr. Kim, -whose eyes were like a hawk, always watching you with endless intensity. You couldn't say it was a good thing, often times it scared you, had you wanted to avoid his gaze.
But tonight, having his attention fixated on your every move, you indeed felt like a star. Worthy of attention from a beautiful man like him.
Why couldn't you just fall in love with this man instead of Jimin?
It would be much easier for you.
But no matter what ... you just couldn't.
There was something missing. The void was like a hole in your heart, trail of wounded scar Jimin had left.
You weren't oblivious, of course. Nothing good would come if you insisted to wait for Jimin. But it was also difficult to stop the defeated feeling as well as the painful twist in your heart.
Your night was ruined partly because of that girl, the new dancer who was none of the wiser about Jimin and his womanizer way with women.
But the girl knew well about your history with Jimin, everyone in the team was well aware. But she went for the man anyway.
Mr. Kim forbade you from any romantic relationship between colleagues, yet Jimin had all the audacity to step over boundaries in his first month to join a big company like La Scala. He was still under Mr. Kim's employment after all.
You turned around walking to the door with newfound determination and anger that burned from jealousy you didn't realize until now.
You would be damned if you just let it slide, if you would be the only one to be punished for breaking the rules.
If you had to suffer, you would make sure you wouldn't bear it alone.
๐ธ๏ธ
He stood at the balcony of his bedroom, staring at the dark sky and the round peach colored moon overlooking the estate, trying to ease his pain with the third glass of champagne. He usually drank the cuvรฉe chilled or on the rocks, the neat taste was a bit off for him.
He prepared the vintage Krug to celebrate your performance tonight, only to be wasted by drinking alone in his bedroom.
The whole flight was quiet, you didn't cry anymore once both of you seated on the car ride to the mansion. But you refused to hold any talk, just some curt answer everytime you were asked.
Taehyung knew when to leave you be, especially after you eventually complied to his demand with the ring. He knew when to stop pushing you further.
Tomorrow would be his wedding day, and it would be very unfavorable to fight with his bride on the night before the important day.
He took another swig of champagne from the flute, the effect of alcohol started to cloud his brain.
The cold breeze outside was gentle, leaving rustling sound as it swept the leaves of trees around the green field. Breathtaking view from the balcony in front of his mother's bedroom was the thing that made him chose it to be the newlywed room.
There was an ambassador four poster bed that he ordered custom made with 150 years old solid oak, came in impressive 6'6ft eastern king size, the bedding was entirely mulberry silk. He made sure that everything was prepared with the most thoughtful regard to make it looked beautifully artful. He wanted everything to be perfect. To make up the lack of enthusiasm from his soon to be wife.
The cuvรฉe had a mix of topnote, it was complex with hint of ginger, citrus and honey flavor, blended together with delicate aftertaste. The exquisite intense flavor wouldn't be complete without the bitterness, and maybe that was how pain complemented pleasure creating a vibrant life. How boring it would be if there was no a few bumps on the road, up and down during the ride was what made his life more interesting.
The thrill of the chase to get you in his arm was one of the reason that got him so captivated.
His mind was still reeling when he felt the air around him shifted, there was a change in the ambience that grazed his skin, bringing in the familiar warmth over his body.
He didn't need to turn his head to know it was you who walked inside his room. He could feel your presence even before he saw you, like a sixth sense to him. The thing he started to get used to after two weeks having you living in the same quarter.
He heard the sound of your steps faltered before came to a full stop next to him. He didn't have to look at you to know that you've been crying. It was probably the reason you came to his room, he knew you well enough.
It was silent for a lingering moment, before he could find his own voice, raspy and wary from the alcohol and built emotion.
"Why are you here? You should have rested for tomorrow's procession."
In all honesty, he didn't want to see you now. Not tonight, at least. The reminder of how you looked when you cried earlier wasn't something he wanted to see. Because he knew the reason why, and it angered him.
"You are not resting either."
He turned to look at you, at the blushing tip of your nose, your eyelids, and the apple of your cheeks.
Even with faded makeup, smeared mascara around your eyes and a few strewn hair from the bun around your ears, you looked so beautiful nonetheless.
"We are supposed to celebrate your success, not to cry and lamenting things you couldn't control."
He took another sip of the champagne, before you languidly seized the flute from him. Holding it awkwardly with fingers clasped at the bottom of its foot, you finished the content in one swig. You returned the empty glass back to him and wiped your lips with the back of your hand.
He chuckled looking at your childlike manner. At most times you were pretty mature and calm, only in rare occasion you would let your attitude got the best of you. He almost forgot that you were still a teen.
"That's not how you enjoy an expensive drink, cara."
"I want more."
"I don't think that's a good idea."
"I can always find something else from the cabinet in the lounge."
He found your defiance amusing, he couldn't help but stare at you, drinking in your whole appearance. It wasn't a good thing to let you anywhere near him when he was well aware he couldn't touch you. It wasn't healthy for his heart and his sanity.
It was silent for a second, you were staring blankly to the view of moonlight on the nightsky, when your question next was like daydreaming.
"Have you ever experienced heartbreak before, Mr. Kim?"
The question caught him off guard and for a second he was thinking, when did he actually feel the pain from love? When his mother died?
Or when he had to kill the old man in that winter house? Or when reality served him the bitter fact of his responsibility as the son of Marco Romano? Or was it when he found out how minuscule his value as a son for his father?
There were too many to remember.
"I have several. But if you mean heartbreak as in romantic wise, no, ... I've never had it before. I don't know what love really was."
He took the tall bottle of champagne and pour it into the flute, and gave it to you. His eyes finally met yours, his fingers grazed your hand for a couple of seconds when you accepted the drink.
"Until I met you."
Your eyes lingered a few seconds on his, a stunned look in your eyes before you looked away.
"You don't know how it feels like Mr. Kim. When your heart shattered to pieces, like a thousand needles pierce through you, makes you feel like dying. If only I could love you instead ..."
He reaching out with hands on your waist and pulled you closer gently. You were still wearing his coat, and your dainty stature looked small under the oversize fabric.
There was resentment in your voice when you spoke again.
"Do you know that he fucked the new girl from backdrop team? You said relationship between dancers is forbidden."
"He's still under my company, but the girl is not. She's under La Scala."
"But you have influence inside the committee, don't you Mr. Kim? You can decide who's in or who's out."
His hand on your waist tightened, eyes narrowing on you.
"Where is this going, Y/N?"
"I need your help, Mr. Kim. Didn't you say you would do anything for me?"
You moved your hand around his collar, fingers stroking around his neck, moving up to his chiseled jaw. The coldness from your palm was like torch that burned his skin with longing desire. He should have stopped you, before everything would be too late. Before he loose control of himself.
But the feeling was too satifying, having you so close to him, your scent overpowering his will.
It was hard for him to focus and form a clear answer.
"I did say that. But, ... it should be within reason."
"It will be very easy for you Mr. Kim. If you could kill for me, ... then ... ruining Isabella's career will be a piece of cake."
He could feel his heart twisted in pain when he lifted his forefinger to wipe the tears at the corner of your eye.
"Foolish girl. Crying for someone who doesn't even pay the slightest attention on you. Someone who doesn't worth your tears."
You didn't seem to care about his admonishing words, your voice sounded like strained whisper.
"Help me to ... ease this pain. You don't know how hurt it is, it's ... excruciating."
You were the last person in this world he might want to hurt. He didn't want to see you sad or disappointed. How he was willing to give everything just for you to love him back.
Just how much he had done for you.
But even after all that he did, you still didn't look at him the way you did to Jimin.
It was pitiful for a man of his status to force a girl to marry him. But seeing someone so beautiful and talented like you to fall for a philanderer like his cousin, he just didn't want you to waste your life and your future for a lowly scum.
For two years he had restrained himself to wait for you. To do anything he could to help you, while watching you from afar, suppressing his own feeling. Sometimes the exhaustion had him wanted so bad to forget everything, to continue the arrangement with Sophia. To go on with his life and move on from you.
When somehow common sense struck on him, he really really wanted to let you go. It was tiring to dwell in an unrequited love. How every effort he pulled was like wasted for nothing.
There were times when he second guessed his decision, that it might be easier for him had Jimin returned your feeling, so he knew there would be no hope to get you to fall for him. It was because he knew his cousin's character and his womanizer way that he decided, he would be a million times better in treating you. He really wanted to show you that he could make you happy, he could give you all the things you ever wanted, all you ever wished for. He was determined to make you see what kind of life he could give you as his wife.
But everytime he was about to succeed, your shadow was following him again, appeared in his dream, interrupted his work, distracted him from his fiancee.
It felt like a curse.
And maybe it was indeed a curse.
There was no other option but to embrace his fate, and all the pain that came along in loving someone who didn't return his feeling.
Because you were the only cure for his pain.
But in the end, he was only human. He could only bear so much, the pain and emotional strain finally took a toll on him.
He too, had his own limit.
"Always take, but never give, don't you, Y/N? It'll always get to what you want. How about ... my feeling instead? Have you ever thought about it?"
There was a look of disbelief in your eyes, you never expect the kind of question from him.
"I will be your wife tomorrow. What else I supposed to give to you?"
Years in the unlawful business had him mastered the skill of seasoned negotiator. You were the last person he wanted to deal like a business transaction, but he was desperate.
Tonight, he was angry. Angry over your foolishness, to Jimin with his ignorant way of thinking, and angry with his own feeling.
"If you want me to terminate her contract, this time I want something in return. I've been through a great length to include your name and Jimin's in the team, so if I want to expel a new recruit from La Scala, even worse -she's not under my employment, it will be a venture that might raise some suspicion. I don't want the commitee to question my intention."
" I have no idea what else you could possibly want from me. I don't have everything like you."
He stroked on the exposed skin on your neck, and you twitched over the electrifying shiver running through your body.
"I want you. Tonight."
His gaze unwavered looking at your widened eyes.
"Give yourself to me, then I'll do what you want."
He had expected you will refuse. You were furious, wanted a payback to vent your anger. But he didn't think you would accept the challenge.
He just merely tested the water.
But to his surprise, you took the coat off almost instantly, throwing it to the floor. You still wore tight fitting ballet bodice, dent on the cleavage exposing more bare skin. Your eyes were filled with rage.
And resolution.
"Okay."
It was silent again, taking him a moment to regain himself, he was almost too stunned to speak.
"Do you even realize what you are about to do?"
The sparse tears were dried around your puffy eyes, but your answer was firm.
"I just want her gone. I don't want her to be with him."
๐ธ๏ธ
You wondered if your answer was from the alcohol talking. You were never a heavy drinker, just one or two shots were all it took to get you tipsy.
Jimin's moan making out with that girl in the toilet was vividly echoing in your ear, it drove your anger and fixed your decision.
Mr. Kim took a slow move when pulling and unknotted his tie from his shirt collar. Your eyes trained on his pale gray shirt adhered to his taut chest, you grazed your fingers on his torso.
He looked so pretty for a mafia leader. Too pretty and sinful to be an ordinary husband.
"Do you believe in me, Y/N?"
Did you?
Or, ... could you?
He was a dangerous man, one that wouldn't hesitate to kill when he thought it was necessary.
But even with the way he kept you by his side, he had never broken any promise to you.
"I don't know if I could."
He carresed your cheek with softened gaze.
"You should know, you are the last person in this world I will want to hurt."
His eyes locked with yours, his irises were light brown with dilated pupils, indicating his changing emotion and desire.
It hypnotized you.
"What does that mean?"
He pulled his tie off, the feeble swish of fabric fanned a whiff of his fragrance around the air.
"They said that eyes are window to the soul. I want you, -but I'm not too deluded to realize, you probably will imagine him instead. I don't want to see him in your eyes when I fuck you tonight."
The shiver was now radiated to your whole body, sending the familiar sensation down to your core.
He carresed the back of your ear with his forefinger, and there was involuntary sharp intake of breath from your mouth when you closed your eyes.
"Do we have an understanding, Y/N?"
He didn't wait for your answer, you saw he lifted up his hand that holding the tie, then his both hands dissapeared to the back of your head along with your vanishing vision when he fastened the tie around your head. You could feel the soft fabric covering your eyes.
There was just one thing in your mind now. If Jimin could easily fuck whoever woman he desired, then you could too. Not too mention the man in front of you was so beautiful, you didn't need to think of it as a torture.
Tonight, you would forget everything, and surrender to your fate.
There wasn't happiness ever after in life, it was a journey, your mother taught you before. As long as you could dance and perform on stage, be grateful for whatever you had in your life, it was an almost happy ending for you.
You could feel his arm turned you a little before your body swayed on air and lifted, you instinctively wrapped your arm around his neck. You couldn't see a thing in the pitch black, but your senses of hearing and smell were elevated. You were fully aware of the friction from your skin to his shirt, the scent of perfume he wore, something citrusy of mandarin or bergamot.
The bed was cool when it came in contact with your back, silk so soft you could feel the smoothness against your skin.
"Mr. Kim?"
He didn't answer but you felt him hovering over you.
"I need more ... drink."
You need something to numb your senses, it was too sensitive and alert.
There was a shift on the bed, faint swishing and some rustle, the sound of glass door to the balcony slid to close, cold wind dissipated from around you.
Another shift on the bed, you could feel him back next to you.
There was second of silence, you moved your hand to palpate his figure, but his hand gripped on your wrist instead.
His deep voice was raspy almost raw on your ear.
"Let me do it for you."
He put your hand down, and second later, pressing his lips on your lips.
Holding your wrists over your head, his lips teasing your nether lip a little, silently asked you to open up for him.
When he stopped for a moment, you felt another light stir, before he was back and kissed you again.
This time, when his lips prodded your lips to open up, there was something flew through your throat, warm and rich. Your heightened sense also affected your tastebud, the drink flavor was sweet and divine albeit with bitter aftertaste.
Another shift on the bed, and he repeated the same cycle, paused- -apparently taking a gulp of champagne, then kissing you and transferred the liquid mouth to mouth.
Six times, maybe around three shots.
Not too much to get you drunk, but enough to numb your brain, to forget your miserable love life.
"Tonight, you can think whatever you want, imagining whoever you want."
Your hands blindly extended to feel his features against your palm, elevated sensory nerves guiding your reflex to move to the right aim.
Your arms found his neck, embraced and pulled him down.
His scent was too intoxicating.
Your top was the first thing that parted from you, followed by the skirt, leaving you half naked underneath him. His hand was supposed to be cold but it burned like fire when touching your skin, his fingers drew rhythmical strokes gradually moving down to your midsection.
"Mr. Kim ..."
Your gasp accompanied the sharp intake of breath with intense pleasure radiated all over your body.
Especially because you couldn't see him, you didn't know what he would do next.
"Tonight, I will let it be. But tomorrow, when you finally become my wife, ... "
His lips reached to your navel, making a warm circle with his tongue along the soft curve near the protrusion. You ran your hand around his soft waves, your moan mixed with the sound of his lips against your skin.
"I won't let him to occupy your mind anymore. I will make you forget about him."
You heard his rapid inhale and exhale along with gentle blow from his breathing on your skin, exploring every inch of your body. Crevices of your neck, the slope to your breasts, to the valley of your arching torso. Tracing his tounge on the neckline of your bra, teasing the skin around covered areola but didn't pull down the cup to get to the nipple. You were left with desperate need to just tell him to do it.
Your moan filling up the room with faint sound of his lips against your body. All over your skin. Like he wanted to mark every bit of you.
In that moment you forgot about Jimin, about where you were, and who was the man holding you now. The rapture from elevated desire numbed all the pain, helping you to forget things that happened tonight.
Distracted you from your compelled situation to marry him.
His tongue was on your pelvic area, and he finally pulled down your panties, exposing your core to the cold air.
You arched your hips when he delved inside your pussy, he tongue-fucked you until you could feel arousal dripped to the bedsheet.
He sucked on the clit, and you cried out his name.
"Mr. Kim ..."
"Not Mr. Kim. I want to hear my own name from you."
You fell into silence as you were hesitated, eventhough you would marry him the next day.
It didn't feel right.
He pushed his tongue inside your pussy again and drew another hard suck, forcing out another moan from you.
"Call my name, cara. Call me Taehyung."
There was a brief pause that scared you if he actually would stop.
"Tae ... Taehyung, please!"
He used his fingers this time, stroking the clit, then put one finger into you, sliding in and out, the built sexual tension brought out scattered moan from you. Then he added another finger and twisted them to touch a different spot, and you forgot about your hesitation to call his name.
"Oh god, ... Taehyung!"
"That's right cara, keep saying my name like that."
His tongue was back inside your pussy, making loud slurping sound, stroking and stimulating your muscle to contract, the vibration unexpectedly hit you with peak release. The relieving unknotted pleasure was overwhelming, scintillating whites painted your vision in the darkness of blindfold. Something you had not experienced with Jimin before. Jimin was almost always straightforward to the main business. He had never went down on you.
Jimin ...
Mr. Kim shifted his position, and you felt his lips kissing your neck, making a few soft bites, then went up to kiss your lips, moulding it with your scent all over him.
You heard soft noise and the weight of him over you, before your legs were spread apart, and something blunt pushed on your entrance.
"I want you so bad, Y/N. You just don't know how long it's been."
Your core twitched just from anticipation of the impending intrusion.
It was a bad idea to cover your eyes. Because memory about Jimin suddenly interupted in the darkness of your vision. The man that you thought would be the one. At least if you could see the man on top of you, it was different face, you wouldn't think about Jimin instead.
"The amount of patience that I never knew I posessed, excruciating pain when waiting for you ..."
"Wait, ... please ... I don't think ..."
As if he knew what you were about to say, he pressed his lips on your lips, silencing your words, didn't give any chance to change your mind.
You let out a small cry when he pushed his cock inside you in one powerful thrust, the lubrication eased his move breaking your last defense. The image that distracted you suddenly dissapeared. You unconciously dragged your nails on his back, driven by contained lust.
He filled you up completely, making it hard for you to breath. You felt so full.
Despite he was already inside, it took him a significant moment to start moving.
He was still busy kissing your neck, exploring the expanse to memorize sensitive spots.
"Mr. Kim ..."
You breathlessly anticipating another thrusts to satiate the lingering ache.
"I won't move unless you call me right, cara."
"Taehyung, please ... please ..."
Your arm tightened around his neck to the point you were too afraid to release him. Worried that he would stop.
When he started to move, electrifying pressure radiated from your pelvis spreading through your whole body.
His movements were slow and regular, you could feel his lips on your shoulder, biting on your skin softly. You wondered if the makeup guy could cover the scattered hickeys tomorrow.
The thrusts turned rapid, sound of skin slapping together and your moan and his moan were the only things could be heard.
Intense stimulation sent your walls to swell and grip tight on his cock, building pressure and the ache from lingering need of release heightened.
Then you felt him paused from the thrusts, pulling down your bra before putting his lips on your nipple, sucking and licking the engorged buds. Your fingers dug into his back, silently demanded him to give what you wanted. To finish what he already started.
When he began to move again, you sighed in relief, running your fingers through his midnight damp strands. It was warm inside the bedroom, you couldn't feel the freezing temperature from outside.
His hips moved faster along with deep pressure started to accumulate inside your walls, the head of his length hit certain different spots with every thrust.
"Oh god, ... Tae ... almost ..."
"I know, cum with me cara. I want you to cum with me."
When you thought he couldn't go any faster, he proved you wrong. He picked up his speed, intensifying his thrusts while his frantic breath ghosted over your ear, he bit softly on the shell and you mewl on the pain.
There was coiling sensation inside your stomach, built up pressure ready to burst.
"Please ... please ...please..."
You felt his lips on your neck, drawing more bites alternating with licking and sucking, your muscle gripped on his length tightly.
You were a moaning mess, your mind losing its grip of common sense. Your hand tried to pull the blindfold off but ceased when he delivered another thrust together with a light flick on your throbbing clit and another bite on your neck, harder this time.
It was the mix sensation of sharp sting and powerful thrust that finally sent you into the peak of ecstasy, rippling waves of climax.
You cried out his name along with searing heat of orgasm hitting your whole body like tsunami threw you over the edge.
He didn't stop, still worked on his thrusts, this time his lips ghosted your neck while chanting your name several times, as he chased his own release.
His movement turned irregular then there was abrupt void when he pulled out, and you felt splotches of warm shot all over your belly.
"Don't remove it yet."
You heard his quick breathing trying to find his voice, strained and heavy.
You sensed him moved a little, along with a soft whirring sound of something slow moving, like a machine. You felt the bed shifted, then there was a cool damp fabric wiped over your belly where he shot his seed. Followed by a big soft quilt draped on you, covering your body to your chest.
Then he pulled the blindfold off.
At first there was thin white veil covered your eyes as your pupil tried to adjust to sudden clarity.
Then you saw stars, hundreds of it, decorating the nightsky, with a single big one at the center solely blinking in faint light.
There was open square space on the ceiling over your head, an electric moving skylight. It explained the whirring sound as the panel slid open automatically. It let you to see the direct view of magnificent nightsky from where you were laying down.
The post orgasm bliss combined with the soft plush mattress and beautiful view relaxed your nerve, and drowsiness took over you.
He lay next to you, topless with a boxer slightly loose on his waist, pulling the quilt to cover both of you. The sex scent mixed with his perfume were prominent despite the feeble cold wind blew from the roof.
When he kissed you on the forehead, you heard him whispered his promise to you.
"You don't have to worry about anything, Y/N. Just dance, ... dance as you wish all this time.
And watch me taking you to reach the star."
In the split second before sleep finally took you away, when you felt his arm wrapped on your waist spooned you from behind, there was this little wish in your head. A wishful thinking that you tried to banish from your stupid brain.
Despite everything he had done for you, and despite you knew that Jimin didn't deserve your love.
You still wished that words of comfort came from Jimin instead of him.
๐ธ๏ธ
It was only six, and once you were awake by habit, you couldn't bring yourself back to sleep.
You looked to your side, where Mr. Kim had his arm around you the whole night. You were naked, and by the look of his bare shoulder, he was no different.
You changed your position gently so you could watch his one side of unguarded face under the dim orange light of dawn. His facial features were unbelievably symmetrical, almost feminine. High cheekbones, small nose and pink lips. The faint stubble around his jaw with disheveled locks around his forehead were the things that accentuated his masculinity.
He looked young and harmless. Nobody who didn't know about this man would think that he was in the mafia, -the leader even. None would believe it.
His one arm was exposed on top of the pillow, it wasn't thick nor inked like you mostly heard or saw about bad guy in the movies, but you definitely wouldn't doubt his strength, especially after what he did to you last night.
His promise came to mind, and you started to wonder if the whole idea of marrying him could be a blessing to you. It would take sometime to adjust to the new life he forced your way.
Surprisingly he was still vast asleep, didn't even stir when you slowly tried to lift his arm from you. You shifted carefully to the side so you wouldn't wake him up. It took you a moment of stealth move before you were finally free from his embrace.
Changing your clothes to a warm set, you thought to wander around the estate to clear your mind. To prepare yourself mentally for the party.
You went out to the garden where it was set as the venue for wedding.
It wouldn't be a big affair, he said the other day. Mostly just his close friends and relatives. And no, he wouldn't invite Jimin, unsurprisingly.
"Are they all fresh flowers?"
You gestured to the decorated chiffon canopy lit with small chandelier they set in front of the garden, where the ceremony would take place this afternoon.
"All of them are fresh from Romano's plantation in Tuscany. Well, around seventy percent. Some of the lavender, roses, carnation and begonia were flown from San Remo yesterday night."
One of the staff who arranged flowers for the long tables at the side of the space answered while making a small smile despite her hands were still busy in plucking and arranging different stalks into a glass vase.
Lilac, white and green melange of foliage with twigs and flowers were dominant colors of the elegant decoration.
They set up a sturdy huge arch as the entrance, decorated with lines and lines of flowers. Around thirty chairs wrapped with white drapes and golden ribbon set in front of a small altar.
The crew were walking around to organize catering and rundown of ceremony. Flowers were literally everywhere surrounding the makeshift hall. Three tier wedding cake covered in gradation different shades of purple, white and purple roses vined from the top to its foot.
You wondered how much he spent for decoration alone. Fresh flowers were not cheap, you knew because your mother was in florist business.
You left the venue and started a long walk towards the green field in front of the barn.
In the morning usually Luca trained Nero to run around the field, teaching the stallion different kind of tricks.
You rode the beautiful Arabian twice, both were under Mr. Kim's watch on the side lane, while Luca jogged slowly next to you.
He only allowed you to ride with supervision, said that Nero wasn't fit for a new rider because of his traumatic past. He was almost killed in the fire that burned down the stables a few months ago.
He promised you that he would buy a new mare, so you could train and bond with more ease.
Nero was too stubborn, he said. And he also had quite a temper.
You so wanted to say to his face, the horse probably picked up a trait or two from his owner.
"Miss L/N, good morning. How are you?"
The man was standing on the side, watching as Nero trudging in the middle of the field.
"Hi, Luca. I'm good. Just a bit bored."
"Bored? That's not something you usually will hear from a bride to be. Nervous maybe, or ... too excited. But bored?"
Luca usually talked less, especially when Mr. Kim was around. Looked like he was in a good mood today.
"Well, that's for ordinary bride and groom, I think. We are not quite ... you know ... normal?"
"I know. It's not easy to live with a man like him. But at least he's not as stiff as his father. To be honest, I'm a bit surprised he broke up with Ms. Abate and marry you right away. I mean ... if you know her, you'll know what I mean."
"I know Miss Abate because we danced under his company. I was assigned to her role after she was killed in the accident."
He nodded with a blank stare watching to the direction of where Nero was standing.
"Yes, it was such an unfortunate thing, considering the lamp has been there for almost half century without any incident, then suddenly this ... happened. A bit strange."
You caught the odd look on his face, and suddenly wondered if you had revealed too much than you were supposed to.
"I think I have to go back, preparation will start soon."
"How about going for a short ride?"
You looked at him in surprise, as he whistled for Nero to come. The stallion cantered slowing to trot and stopped in front of you, eliciting a low soft neigh.
Reaching to its withers, your fingers stroked gently through the mane. The hair was coarse, it smelled like fresh pine mixed with hay.
"I'm not sure. Isn't he a bit unstable, Mr. Kim said?"
"Mr. Kim?"
"I mean ... Mr. Romano."
"His ... Korean name. I see. Well, that is if you ride without me. But I will guide you throughout, you don't need to worry."
You contemplated for a moment, it would be another two hours before the bridal crew came to start the make up, you had plenty of time. Riding Luca could help you to clear your mind.
Your turtleneck pullover under the midlength wool coat and thick boyfriend denim were enough, but the booties you wore wasn't exactly fit for horseriding. It would be fine only for a short ride.
"Okay. Just for fifteen minutes, I think?"
"Excellent. Let me help you."
You accepted his hand to mount on Nero's back, until you settled comfortably on the saddle pad, holding the leash and maintained your balance.
The sun had not fully risen, you could see wooded vast expanse a stone throw from the green field, it was dark from the distance.
Mr. Kim usually got up very early, one time you saw him doing his morning run at 04.00. But not today, on his wedding day. Maybe he was too drowsy from the hangover.
"Ready?"
"Yes."
Luca made a light pat on Nero's back, and the horse started to walk, trailing around the field in a big circle.
You adjusted your stance as you savored the thrill of being in tune with the mount. Cold wind blew some of hair strands around your face, winter morning in Calabria was mild, but the view of sunrise was magnificent.
Nero continued to walk in the same pace, the controlled beat of gait lulled you to daydream. Moment of last night flashed in your memory, and you couldn't decide if you really dislike to be with him. You weren't fond of him, but you couldn't say you hated him either. The idea of marrying him although compelled and not too exciting, but you started to see it from different perspective.
"You know, I don't expect you to be the woman that he will marry. You are completely different than her."
Luca's voice broke the thought and you looked at him.
"Who would have thought? You aren't as pretty as her. Not even close."
You blinked your eyes in confusion.
" I'm sorry?"
" It was unthinkable that he would kill Sophia just for a girl like you."
You didn't think that your voice would stutter to hear his words, you froze as understanding sit in.
"How ... how did you know?"
You tightened the grip on the leash as dread started to creep.
Luca chuckled in sardonic tone, eyes still trained blankly faraway.
"He underestimates the Abate. Thinking that we are just some low level mafia."
Dread escalated to fear as realization hit you. Abate ... as in ... Sophia Abate.
He was one of her folks.
"Does he know about you? What do you want exactly?"
You tried to speak while maintained calm.
"I'm okay with her to be with that bastard. But he never appreciated, only looked at her like she was some toy. I could have made her far happier than he could, but of course he is richer and more powerful. Just like her type. And ... he killed her in the end."
"I need to go back now."
You tried to pull the leash, but Luca pressed his hand on the horse's neck.
"Let's see how he would feel when his girl is taken away from him."
There was a loud crackling buzz followed by a snap, Nero's loud squeal preceded his twitch of jump.
Then he started cantering.
Your scream broke the air as Nero galloping in rampant accross the field, swirling in random pattern before heading towards the woods.
"Nero ... stop!"
Panic soared along with your heartbeat as you tried to remember what Luca taught you about how to stop the horse.
You rode the horse twice, -on both occasions Nero didn't run, he only trotted.
You tried to pull the leash with no luck, the stallion didn't get the cue. Nero was still galloping like he was terrified of something.
"Nero, ... please ... please ... stop it!"
You bent and hug on his neck, trying to pat him and calm him down, but it didn't work. You had to make him stop somehow, before he went further into the woods and it would be difficult for you to find way home.
It was pretty dark under the dense tree canopy because sunlight only peered dimly, but it didn't deter Nero's gait as the horse continued to run.
As you passed endless row of pines and oak trees, you felt tears pooled in your eyes wiped by the blowing wind, you chanted prayer in your mind.
Passing through another grove of tall trees, your eyes widened when a flowing river with strong current came into view.
Your brain frantically tried to find another cue to bring him to a stop when Nero squealed loud and immediately halted, bucking on his hind legs.
You screamed as he threw you over, and you fell into the cold running water.
Your legs paddled widly, trying to find footing in the hope the river was shallow enough for your feet to reach its bed . At this time, you regretted your inability to swim. Your mother had asked you many times when you were in first year of junior high, but your interest was only in ballet.
The water flow was fast, dragging you away. You tried to scream, choked sobs between the sound of burbling stream muffled your cry for help, you saw no one around. Until your throat finally gave up, when the freezing water temperature started to bite your skin.
Your clothes fully absorbed the water and weighed you down, you could feel your arms and legs turned stiff and weak. You forced your legs to move against the current, towards the river bank. Pain and cold cut through the bone, you felt like passing out.
Your attempt failed when you reached section where your feet couldn't reach riverbed anymore, the force of water pulled you down and flipped you over.
For a moment, your life flashed in front of you as memories replayed fast in your mind. You remembered your mother, she wasn't here anymore, but it felt like yesterday she was still with you. Then you remembered all the people in your present. None of them would mourn for your death.
Not Jimin, not your fellow ballerinas in the theater, not even your grandmother. She probably would weep over the missing allowance instead of you.
How fitting, to die on your own wedding day. You remembered the view of thousand of fresh flowers Mr. Kim ordered for today's ceremony. There were crimson and burgundy roses dominating the decoration.
The color of undying love at first sight. Your mother told you the meaning of different flowers she grew for her florist.
Then it finally dawned on you.
There was after all, one person who would mourn for you. One person who would willing to do anything for you.
The one that would kill for you.
You finally surrendered to the searing pain when water started to fill your nostril flowing to your throat.
In that last moment before darkness took you over, his face and his name were the thing that came in your mind.
๐ธ๏ธ
You were thrown over the air, so high that for a moment your heart stopped beating. Something invisible pulled you up higher ... and higher ... you thought you would die. There was no way you would survive the fall from extreme altitude.
You tried to look down, to get a hold of your whereabout, but all you saw were whites, empty facade of nothingness surrounded you.
Your head was floating, you felt like a piece of paper flying around the clouds that looked like white thin cotton on blue sky.
For a moment, you finally felt at peace, your mind was empty and you started to sink into unconciousness.
Memory could hurt, and the absence of past was what made you ready to let go.
No more pain. No more misery. No more heartbreak.
It was the first genuine smile that etched on your lips as you remembered beautiful moments you spent with your mother. So many other beautiful remembrance flashed one another.
It lasted for maybe a few minutes, ... or hours, you weren't sure. You lost track of time.
Right when you felt drifting into another universe, there was a strong sudden force that pulled you down, roughly snatched you and you were slammed into a hard surface.
You heard your own choke and gurgling of liquid, the painful pressure on your chest diminished, before your eyes abruptly opened.
Your view was blurred, the pain in your throat started to ease.
View of blue sky and bright sunshine were the first thing you saw, before realization sit in.
You were still in the woods, laying on the side of riverbank, sound of babbling brook not far from you.
You were drenched all over, still wearing your pullover and jeans, but no coat and shoes. It was freezing cold, slowly you made sense of surrounding.
"Breath Y/N. ... Can you speak?"
It was Jungkook.
Strange that you actually saw him here, out of all people that you knew. He crouched next to you, also wet from head to toes. His white shirt adhered to his torso, abs and biceps imprinted through the fabric. His shirt sleeves were rolled, his tattoo looked prominent -inked his right arm full from elbow to wrist.
You still couldn't find your voice amid the freezing temperature.
"I'm taking off ... your clothes. Then I'll put ... this. Not good for you. It's too ... cold."
He gestured on a white bathrobe next to him.
What? Your eyes widened, he would strip you half naked. Your panic eyes met his and he sighed in defeat.
"No time. Car coming, we go ... doctor later."
You understood only part of his words. All this time you almost never talked to the guy, and you just realized he wasn't that fluent in Italian.
You nodded as you closed your eyes, let him to do what he needed. He was right. The wet material worsened the cold, you had to take it off to avoid hypothermia.
You were busy shivering, you couldn't care less if Jungkook saw you naked.
Once he was done, he helped you to lie down, covering your leg with his coat.
He didn't seem affected by the freezing air, just sat next to you in silence.
Memories from the past hour flooded your brain as you got a sense of time.
"What time is it? The wedding ..."
Jungkook shook his head with obvious regret in his manner.
"You're not ... going back. Not ... safe."
You frowned as you tried to understand his words. Not going back? Then how about the wedding? Mr. Kim?
"I don't think you should go back, Y/N."
It was Alessandro who talked, he walked over to where you were laying, a blank look upon his gaze on you.
He gave something to Jungkook, looked like some pile of clothes.
You tried to sit up, but Jungkook held you down on your arm and shook his head.
"Help is on the way, we will go to the hospital to check on you. But I think you will be fine. They're just minor cuts and bruises. You are lucky Jungkook could pull you out right on time."
You tried to move your limbs, all seemed fine. But your chest and throat hurt, and you could feel some sore or maybe contusion on your back.
You inhaled a deep breath, before could finally speak again.
"I have to go, I haven't done my make up and preparation."
Alessandro was a man with small stature, looked timid and unsure most of the time, despite his position as the consigliere. You rarely heard him talked unless he was asked by Mr. Kim. The man in front of you now looked like a totally different person.
"Do you still want to go back? After all that happened? You almost got killed. Luca was sent by the Abate."
"Where is he now? How about ... Nero?"
"Nero is fine. While Luca,..." His eyes nailed on Jungkook who got up and dissapeared among the trees.
He then looked back at you.
"He won't be a problem anymore."
He hunched over and sat in front of you.
"You need to go. There will be a war with the Abate, and you really don't want to find yourself in the middle."
"How about ... him? Mr. Kim?"
"He will be fine, he knows how to handle his problem, but ... not with you near him. A man like him can only survive when he doesn't feel. Nothing good will come if you are together now."
There was another foreign pain bloomed inside you. It was different from the ache you felt when you lost Jimin. Mr. Kim's face came to mind, reminded you of the night you spent in his arm.
You almost drowned a while ago, and the revelation that struck you before the near death moment had you wondered, what was really mattered in your life.
How you took so many things for granted.
Life was too ironic sometimes. Unexpected surprise that shoved your way was hardly the one you would hope for.
"I have my life and my career here. Also ... my family. I can't just leave it all."
"You won't have a life once the Abate know you are still breathing. And last time I checked you haven't even talked to your grandmother for a month."
He moved forward and studied your face. It felt odd to have the man talking to you while you were supine.
You felt cold, but the chill on your body wasn't near as bad with the feeling that veiled your heart.
"You are Delilah to his Samson. Have you ever heard the story? Old Testament?"
"I would never betray him, no matter what he did to me."
"Maybe that's true. But his feeling to you will bring him to his own demise. You are his ultimate weakness."
The pain you felt now wasn't physical. It was greater, the ache in your chest was worse than when you realized you had to let Jimin go.
It was desperation mixed with helplessness that you knew you had no choice.
"Where should I go?"
There was relief evident in Alessandro's gesture when he continued.
"You were recommended to Polunin before, I contacted his agency, they have an opening for senior applicant for Bolshoi Ballet. The process will be smooth because Giovanni signed the reference for you a few months ago. You can start fresh, new career, new ... peaceful life."
Bolshoi ... world renowned ballet company, even bigger than La Scala.
You would be more than excited had you were offered the position before. But now, ... there was just something not right.
Something you couldn't comprehend what was it exactly. Hesitation or maybe fear.
"How about him? Does he know about ... this? What you offering me?"
Alessandro now reminded you of the serpent. You were conflicted as to decide whether it would be an opportunity or misfortune for you.
"He doesn't know, and it's better that way. I'm doing this for you too."
You swallowed a lump in your throat, it was more painful now that you realized you wanted to see him again.
"When should I go?"
"The car will take you to the hospital while I'm handling the paperwork. Once the doctor gives clearance, you will head to the airport. You'll have new passport with new name at the ITA check in, head to Milan. Find Ms. Galina at their counter. You will take the Etihad from Malpensa to Moscow the next day. Someone will contact you once you land at Linate. The Abate is on the way to Romano's estate now. You have to leave immediately."
"I can't remember it all at once."
"You will be given a new phone, I'll text the instruction to you."
Closing your eyes, exhaustion running through your whole body.
Alessandro's next words were probably meant as consolation, but it did nothing to your aching heart.
"In a year or two, everything will quieten down. Hopefully people forget, and you can come back here with new identity. You might be able to rekindle your relationship with your Korean friend, if you wish."
Jimin.
Funny how you was eager to be with him before, but now he was the last person you wanted to see.
Mr. Kim's beautiful face kept appearing in your mind instead, along with the unexpected tears around your eyes.
You didn't know whether you should be grateful, at least you didn't die on your wedding day.
Your annuled marriage even before it happened.
You remembered his words of promise when he had you in his arms last night.
And you believed him. He always kept his promise to you.
He would take you to reach the star.
But you didn't expect that you would get there without him.
๐ธ๏ธ
It was a dream like no other. A new dream. A nightmare.
He was drowning.
He didn't know how he ended up in a swimming pool, trying to swim up to the surface with exertion.
It was a glass tank, he could see blurry dark faces of people with indistinct converse and laugh. He tried to reach his hand up to the open air, to scream for help, only to be pulled back to the bottom. There was something that holding him back.
In between his frantic attempt to free himself, then ... he saw you. Of all the people with no clear faces, he recognized you. You were wearing a long blue summer dress. And you were looking at him too. There was no expression on your beautiful face. Just ... was it sadness?
He swam to the side, to be close to you. Trying to call your name, but no voice came out. Only bubbles and incoherent mumbles as he banged on the glass desperately to attract your reaction.
Then you turned and walked away, disappeared among the throng of people. You didn't look back.
He tried to call you again, banging harder on the glass partition, until your figure completely vanished.
His scream was deafening like a loud ringing on his ear, gaining attention from those faceless people.
It looked like they stared at him, but they had no face, it was unsettling. Then they started laughing. Mocking ridicule one after another, so disturbing that he had to cover his ears to block the noise.
His scream turned primal when he realized you were not coming back. He could feel it, the twisted in his heart, more like a stab ... he lost you.
He screamed again ... and screamed ... louder ...
His body jerked with a jolt that instantly roused him up. He was in his bedroom.
The sun shined through the skylight was the first thing that came in view. He was sweating profusely, trying to catch his erratic breath.
He was alone, your side of the bed was cold, no sign of you around the room.
He was breathing hard, trying to pump more air into his lung.
Tonight he slept well, but the brief nightmare drained his recharged energy.
One casual look at the alarm clock on the wall got him realized, he was late.
"Fuck ... fuck!"
He abruptly got down from the bed, throwing the quilt to the floor.
Of all the days he slept in, it had to be today, on his wedding day. He was usually awake at 03.30 every morning out of habit since childhood.
It was twenty past 08.00, half an hour late from his grooming session for the wedding.
The alcohol was probably why he couldn't wake up on time. Or maybe because of the unanticipated sex that got him so blissfully asleep.
He couldn't remember when was the last time he was able to sleep like a baby.
If it wasn't for the nightmare, he would probably sleep in until the time to walk down the aisle.
He moved fast to the bathroom and getting ready in less than fifteen minutes. He wore his wedding suit, a three piece in navy color with black tie, slipped his gun in the conceal carry under his jacket. The custom Wilson Combat was engraved with his father's name, it was a treasure he rarely used, except for special occasion.
Today was not only special, it was once in a lifetime.
Finally after long waiting, he would get married and have you by his side. A dream came true for him.
He kissed the ring on his finger, before walked out from the bedroom.
He would wear two rings soon.
Once he was outside at the garden, he bumped into Maria, his household assistant. Alessandro and Jungkook were nowhere to be seen around the house.
He wanted to see you, but you were probably still doing your make up. He also believed about bride and groom should not seeing each other before a wedding. Call it superstitious, but he preferred to follow the tradition.
"Good morning Mr ...-"
"How come no one came to wake me up? Where is Alessandro?"
"I ... I saw him around the field just now with Mr. Jeon. Maybe they ..."
He didn't stay to hear the rest, just walked towards the venue. Decided it wasn't important to make a fuss about, he would check the preparation instead. Just to make sure everything was on point.
The venue was ready to greet the guest for 10.00 a.m invitation. The decoration had been arranged as per his instruction to the wedding planner. He asked for your opinion, but you were too busy with practice, and weren't interested enough about the logistics, not that he would blame you.
He pulled his phone and dialed Vittorio's number. He just wanted to know how long before you would be done. But there was no answer.
He was about to walk back inside the manor, when Jungkook called him.
"Hyung, I was about to wake you up."
"Yes, you were supposed to."
He threw an exasperating look to the guy. Jungkook wore a gray suit today, a rare sight, since he usually insisted with his signature black.
"We didn't want you to be alarmed before we know for sure. We tried to look for her first."
"What are you talking about?"
Jungkook wiped his face in tired manner, gazing over the field.
"Y/n ... she's missing. She rode the horse, it turned aggresive and ran uncontrollably to the woods. We looked everywhere but couldn't find her. She might have fallen to the river."
There was sudden chill from fear engulved his whole being. It couldn't be ...
The dream he had last night. The nightmare. The vision was even more vivid now that Jungkook's words finally made sense.
"Find her, call all of them, search for her, you hear me?"
He almost couldn't breath, was terrified just thinking about worst possibility. Life wouldn't be this cruel to him, surely.
"Alessandro contacted search and rescue in addition to our own force. We trailed along all possible paths as well as the river. We couldn't find her. You know the wooded area is not big. So it only make sense she fell into the river."
"There must be a spot they missed. She couldn't be that far!"
"The river has only a few tributaries, but it ends to the sea. Even if we find her, I doubt she would still be alive."
But Taehyung didn't care, there would be no wedding if he couldn't find you. And what scared him the most, there would be no more hope for him if you weren't there.
He would have no purpose to live.
He ran to the garage to find his bike and sped to the river. It took him almost ten minutes to reach the source. He brought Nero several times to the area of the headwaters, so he assumed the horse would follow the familiar route.
There was a roar of engine coming near, Jungkook rode another motorcycle and parked next to his Ducati.
"Hyung! What are you doing? There are people for this job already!"
"We start from here, and separate at the next intersection."
"You are out of your mind. We are in suit and dress shoes."
He ignored the younger guy, started walking along the riverbank.
The relaxing sound of stream usually brought peace for him but this time his mind was numb.
He still remembered the feeling to have you in his arm last night. The comfort and warmth he had never felt before. He could even tell that you started to have a change of heart, not too obvious, but he was sure he would get there.
He believed both of you would make it work.
He didn't want to accept the fact that you were gone. There was just something that told him you were still alive, he could sense it. He had to find you.
For the first time in his life, Taehyung actually chanted some prayer. His mother was a Catholic but he always considered himself as an atheist. He didn't believe in God. Where was God when he needed him the most?
There were many phases in his life that he just had to rely on himself. To work on his own destiny.
However, right now he needed something to hold onto, something that could give him the hope that you would still be alive. Something to calm him down and help him to focus.
Cold sweat started to develop and he could feel his suit adhered to his back. Time was running out if you were really lost in the river.
"Luca, ... where is he? She's not supposed to ride the horse, he's unstable!"
"I shot him. I just found out he was one of them."
Taehyung stopped on his track and looked at Jungkook with dread.
"Them, who?"
"The Abate. Who would have thought? Who brought Luca to the family?"
Taehyung cursed inwardly.
Sophia recommended Luca to him. It was unlike him to skip background check on his crew, but he was too occupied to pay attention. Alessandro reminded him several times, but he ignored it.
There was the sound of rustling leaves falling, crackling broken twig and branches under footsteps before he heard someone called his name.
"Giovanni!"
A short, stocky man around his fifties in black suit walking to his direction. There are four men followed, also in the same suit.
He could sense Jungkook stiffened looking at them.
Years in the business, men like him could sniff bad news.
And Dario Abate was never good news. His only interest was money and he wouldn't give anyone a second look if they didn't benefit him. But he could tell that today he didn't come for business. It was personal.
Especially because the man accosted him all the way to the woods instead of waiting at the venue.
"Dario. You're early. Party start at ten."
He invited the man out of common courtesy, just to subdue any suspicion over his sudden marriage to you after Sophia's death. To give a show that there was no beef between him and the Abate after he called of the engagement.
"I know, but I just want to have a little chat first with my favorite future son in law."
His smile held no humor, and Taehyung reckoned the gun in his coat. It was fully loaded, but he didn't prepare spare magazine.
"Let's get to the point. I have a lot to take care of. It's my wedding day."
"What's a wedding without the bride?"
He froze on the spot, looking at Dario who carried a stoic expression. His tail of sight saw Jungkook dived into his coat, but he didn't pull his gun, yet.
He looked back at Dario with impassive face, didn't want to give away his current emotion.
"You don't want to start war with me Dario."
"Oh, ... why? Because the little cub is now a tiger leading the pack? You forgot the legacy your old man has left, apparently. Your father wasn't the most respectable man, but he kept his promise, he always did."
"I kept my part of the agreement. But the arrangement was made by you and Marco. And I stated my intention very clear as well as the compensation. I didn't force you to take the land and the estate. It was a fair trade."
Dario took a step forward as his eyes hardened.
"A fair trade? You ...you killed my daughter!"
"You should be lucky I don't call a raid when I knew you planted a made man. One of ours, no less. And your daughter tried to kill my fiancee."
"Sophia was your fiancee. I get that in this garbage business, love don't mean nothing. I never expect you to be a faithful husband, not with your father's blood run in the family. But I thought you would at least be decent enough to play the charade, make everyone happy."
He looked the man straight in the eye. He was outnumbered, the chance to beat them was slim. But he never feared death. To live without ability to feel emotion like his father was what scared him the most.
"I'm nothing like my father when it comes to relationship. And you should have taught your daughter some life lesson instead of being the spoiled princess treated everyone on her beck and call."
Dario moved forward and pointed his finger on him.
"You won't be forever at the top."
His gaze was unwavering looking at the older guy.
"They don't call me 'V' for no reason."
The man fell into silence, looking at him in silent rage. But Taehyung knew Dario was calculative, never a reckless man. It wasn't a wise move to make enemy with the Romano. Not with power and wealth Taehyung currently held.
He made a small forced smile before took a step back.
"Let's call this even. You took what's mine, I took yours."
"That's not how it works, Dario. Sophia tried to kill the woman I love, and I only did what you would do if you were in my shoes"
"She is my daughter! That girl was only a comare. A cheap pussy."
The next thing he did was impulsive, as Taehyung pulled his gun and pointed the muzzle on Dario.
There were multiple clicking of safety latch released, Dario's men aimed their guns on him.
Dario stared at him with stern eyes, as he smirked at him. Obviously he thought he held the upper hand over the situation.
"Even you shoot me, it won't bring your girl back. We will only die together in vain."
Taehyung pressed the muzzle even harder, his hand trembled while trying to contain the thin hope that you were still alive. He didn't remember when was the last time he cried, not even when his mother died.
The feeling of hot tears at the corner of his eyes was unfamiliar to him.
"You know what's funny, Dario? Men like us, we fight better when we have nothing to lose. Have you ever realized that? It's when we don't fear death we actually survive better."
In the blink of an eye, he moved down his gun and shot on the guy's leg.
Dario fell down and screamed while holding on his ankle, it gave the cue to his men to shoot.
There were several gunshots that followed, Taehyung took down three men in one quick draw, but missed on the fourth guy.
Two more gunshot echoed, a bullet cut through the guy's chest before his body slumped down to the ground.
Taehyung scanned around to look for another opponent, and lifted up his gun to pull the trigger towards a grove, and shot two more men.
He saw Jungkook stood a few meters from him, still in shooting stance, guarding the perimeter.
Taehyung walked to Dario who grunted in pain while looking at him in fear.
Crouching down in front of the man, he pressed his gun to Dario's forehead.
"We can end it here, Dario. You see, you don't have to die now. But, why should I let you live?"
Dario stammered with red face and beads of sweat around his forehead.
"You ... you have to understand. I'm a father ..."
"You should have killed me, Dario. Y/N didn't have anything to do with us, with our business."
"Look ... Let's call it even. She was just a girl ... you can always find another one prettier, sexier, I can ... I can look them up for you."
Taehyung used the grip of his gun to hit on Dario's head, temporarily silenced him up.
Even he didn't want to admit it, but Dario had a point. He was just trying to avenge his daughter. Dario's man tried to kill you, but he knew the attempt was justified.
It was all his fault.
It was his mistake to fall for you from the start. A fate he had tried to defy in vain.
Sweet mistake was like drug, destroying yet addictive at the same time.
Staring at the unmoving guy on the ground, he spoke to Jungkook.
"Call his men to take care all of these. And find Alessandro."
Taehyung trudged to the edge of the river, and stopped when water pooled around his ankles.
Looking at his reflection on the water surface, he caught the shadow of his face. The image was slightly distorted, but he could see his expression. Pale and devoid of emotion.
Pretty boy, his father always said. Handsome but too weak. He was never one to pack some muscle, but he had succesfully proved to his father, to people in this business, he was worthy to be the heir, to be called prodigy. One of the most feared in their world.
He led the reign, took over the empire, had more money than he could spend, more power to get anything he wanted. He should be content that his dream finally came true.
But why he felt terribly empty?
Taehyung fell down to his knee, the cold water wet his slack to his thighs.
He pressed his hand inside the jacket, to his left chest that started to bleed. The deep red liquid stained the white silk shirt, blossomed and dripping into the water. It was weak at first, before the bloodstain got wider, forming a pattern like floating cloud.
He didn't feel any pain. Not when the faded hope caused the greatest pain in his heart. Distracting and numbing.
No news from Alessandro, and he had an inkling what that meant.
As much as he tried to believe in denial, his gut told him otherwise.
He had lost you.
He wondered what else he lived his life for.
No family he could come home to, no love he could cherish. He was destined to be alone.
Just like his father.
He drew a long tired sigh before let his body collapsed to the river, laying on his back and looking up to the blinding sun. He lifted up his hand weakly, gazing at the yellow diamond on his ringfinger reflecting the sun rays. It always reminded him of you. So beautiful and enchanting, exactly like you were.
You were the sun to his unending night.
He never wanted to live in the dark like before.
Jungkook was shouting, but his voice sounded very far, obscure and incomprehensible.
Taehyung could hear his own voice clearly, the last thing he whispered before he was drowned in ultimate darkness.
Warning: yandere themes, Jungkook being creepy lol, masturbation, little domestic dispute, manipulation, rough sex
Word Count: 11,039
Description: Jungkook is reaping what he sows at your disappearance and Jin tells Yoongi a secret that is driving him crazy keeping to himself.
Izumi was a beauty - yet all of the girls that worked under Bangtan's Brothel were. They were hand selected out of hundreds of women around the world. They were showered in nothing but luxury and held a superiority over other Brothel's. Being in the presence of one would cost any man millions of won - and that wasn't including anything sexual.
Izumi came from a small village in Japan, travelling as soon as she was of age. Her origin story in Bangtan was left unknown, all was known that she was considered a veteran - now assisting and caring for other girls in the Brothels, keeping a hefty eye out for each of them. This was the same reason Namjoon had decided to visit the woman. She knew the girls like the back of her hand and only she would choose someone for Jungkook to lay with - someone to get his mind away from you.
After your escape, Jungkook was a mess. His anger got the best of him - he ruined his home; smashing everything in sight. He wripped through your closet and destroyed everything he could find, not caring if it was his own money down the drain. When Namjoon visited him days later, the home was left in shambles. Jungkook was snappy - any man that talked out of line got a bullet to the shoulder. It was becoming so frequent that the 6 older men had to step in and demand that Jungkook stop. "We won't have any men if you keep shooting them!" Jin had scolded the younger - but even he was worried about his dongsaeng.
After Jungkook's anger came sadness - the man refused to eat. It was as if he was a shell of his former self. He restored your closet, telling his worried Hyungs that when he found you that you'd need your clothes, accessories and personal belongings. When someone visited in the early mornings, Jungkook was found in a guest room - admitting he couldn't sleep in his own room without you there. He was restless, hiring whoever to search for you day and night no matter the cost.
Jungkook knew you weren't a fool - you wouldn't be at your siblings home. Yet and still, he visited and they were just as shocked to see him and asked where you had been. You never told them about your escape and that was a step forward - the less people involved the better.
"Ah, what about Ari?" Izumi ponders to Namjoon. She points to the young woman who bows at them.
Namjoon shrugs his shoulders. "I trust your judgment." he says. He didn't feel the need to hand pick a woman for Jungkook himself. "Can she be ready within the next ten minutes? We will have a meeting soon."
Izumi nods hastily. She bows at Namjoon before turning away to get Ari ready, her eyes shining with determination.
Luckily Ari had already showered, so all that was left was for her to be dressed and look presentable. Nearly all of the women in the Brothel dreamt of being picked by one of the 7 men that brought about Bangtan. Very few had caught the eye of them, but no hope was lost. "Maybe you could be like Momoka and Hee-sun." Izumi encourages, a small smile on her lips as she does Ari's hair into a low bun. "Remember, only speak when spoken to after introducing yourself."
Ari nods, her nerves getting to her. She has rarely been in the presence of the 7 bosses, only meeting them briefly. However, after hearing many stories and witnessing Momoka and Hee-sun being courted by one, her mind could only imagine what it was like. Momoka and Hee-sun both had power and wealth without having to work in the brothel. They were catered to regardless of their past and now lived the life of luxury.
"Okay." Izumi leans back to examine Ari before nodding. "Alright. You know where the meeting area is, correct?" The meeting possibly consisted of expanding the Brothel oversee's to bring in more wealth - any meetings held inside the Brothel only contained Brothel type deals.
Ari makes her way towards the meeting area - just a large room where powerful men stood and conversed. The 7 bosses were the young ones, everyone else would be old and beyond their years, but money was money. Only a few women got the chance to wander around inside and that was purely to show off the merchandise and what Bangtan had to offer in the sex world.
Namjoon nods his head to Ari as she enters. His eyes scan the way she saunters towards Jungkook who has a large wine glass in hand and appears as though he would rather be anywhere else but here.
Ari's strunt was seductive, she was a natural after all that worked under Izumi. She stops in front of Jungkook who glares at her, his eyebrow furrowing at her. Ari places her hand along Jungkook's chest and bows - a clear indication of what she has come to do. It was a formal way of stating that she was more than willing to be with him - in any way he'd like. Namjoon smiles, surely Jungkook could get his mind off of you and relax a bit.
Jungkook's eyes glance down at the manicured nails on his chest before glancing up at the woman who it belonged to. He recalled her face - pretty, sure. She had a nice figure and breast he would stare at if he was the man of his past. However, he wasn't and the act did nothing to him but infuriated him. "What the fuck are you doing?" Jungkook hisses at her. His hand comes to slap hers off of his chest harshly. The sound of the slap sounds across the room.
"J-Jungook-ssi, I-" Ari is panicking. This is what she was coached to do - what she was accustomed to doing. Her eyes were wide and she was sure she'd be crying soon out of embarrasment and fear.
"Get the fuck away from me!" Jungkook roars. He doesn't intend to push the girl, but he does. She fumbles onto the floor, tears already falling down her cheeks. "You whores have no respect for married men!"
Namjoon is already on the ground to help Ari up, his eyes glaring holes into Jungkook. "Kook-ah." his voice is deep with warning. "What are you doing?"
Jungkook slams the wine glass down on the nearest table and gives the same glare back to Namjoon. "I want her gone." he hisses, a snarl on his lips. Eyes were on them, chattering and hushed whispers surrounding them. "She has no respect for me or my marriage."
Jimin releases a sigh. He takes a sip from his wine - more like a gulp - before he makes his way to his brothers. "Ari-ah." Jimin helps her up, patting her shoulders. "How about we clean you up, yes?"
Ari nods, her cheeks swollen from the crying.
"I said get that whore out of here!" Jungkook hisses, stepping closer to Ari and Jimin. The poor girl cowers behind Jimin, afraid of what would happen to her if she as much as peaked towards the fuming man's way.
"She's just doing her job, Kookie." Jimin frowns.
"Don't call me that here. I'm not a fucking child." Jungkook appeared like a mad man, his voice deep and eyes glaring holes through Jimin and Ari.
"Then stop acting like it." Namjoon retorts. "We aren't getting rid of her for doing her job. It was a misunderstanding. We have a job to do."
Never would have Namjoon though Jungkook would react in the way he did. Jungkook was a kind soul - even in their business. Something changed in him when you left - and he didn't like the man Jungkook has become.
Jungkook scoffs. He turns and makes his exit, having no desire to be a part of any meeting or job at the moment. Around 20 minutes later when he enters his home, he is livid. All the way home he has smelt the sickening fruity scent of the whore on him. It was driving him insane how a simple touch could allow a scent to linger. He removes his clothes, throws them aside roughly and enters the shower. The water was burning his skin, but he couldn't care now.
Jungkook felt dirty - the fact that another woman even had it in her mind to touch him when he was a married man - he even still wore the wedding band around his finger! It made his stomach churned in knowing that a woman would even consider that he wanted anyone else that wasn't the woman he married.
He grabs the bodywash - the vanilla scent that you favored - and rubs it against his own body. He had to get rid of the fruity scent and your bodywash made him feel closer to you while you were gone. Since your departure, he hasn't touched much of his own personal items. He bathed in your scent, for about a half an hour he could pretend you were there with him. He lotions his skin with your favorite beauty items, the familiar smell of you calming his nerves. Hell, he even doses your perfume instead of his own cologne.
Jungkook remains in the shower for over 45 minutes. He was done bathing himself by now, but it was the aroma that kept him inside. He washed his hair with your shampoo, scrubbing it roughly into his scalp - he did whatever he could to get rid of the fruit-like disgusting smell. He uses the conditioner and rakes it into his hair much like you did to yours - it was always soft at the touch, even if you didn't like it when he touched it. The bathroom in whole smelt like you were occupying it - and he loved it.
When he was satisfied that he didn't smell like anyone else but you, he left the bathroom. He didn't occupy his bedroom often and he hadn't slept in his bed since you left. Today was the first day he sat down on your side. On the nightstand laid your lotion bottle - left untouched since you last used it months ago. He brings his face down to your pillow, inhaling the faint scent of you.
Jungkook shudders. His mind swirls - he missed you, it was evident. He missed your touch, the softness of your body. He missed the sweetness of your voice - even if the words that came from them were anything but sweet. Your presence was still in the room even if you were not. He feels the towel around his waist feel tight as his mind continues to think of you.
Jungkook was nothing but a man, so it didn't take long for his cock to harden. He wasn't ashamed to say he touches himself often at the thought of you - not at all. It was normal for a man to crave for his wife, especially if the man's wife was as sensuous as you.
Jungkook snatches the lotion bottle from the nightstand. He pumps enough in his hands and brings it to his nose. He inhales the scent, another shudder vibrates through him and a moan releases itself deep from his throat. His free hand unwraps the towel from his waist and soon he has wrapped the lotion-filled hand around his cock, eyes snapped shut at the thought of you.
Jungkook's groan filled his bedroom. He pumps himself with earnestness - the need to release the tension within himself was high. The smell of you surrounded him and invading all of his senses - the bodywash, to the shampoo down to the lotion he pumped himself with. It was as if you never left him at all - almost; all he needed was your warmth and presence.
As his hands pump aggressively at his cock, his throat releases throaty moans and whimpers, a few of them being calls of your name. He couldn't help himself, his mind occupies you entirely. The flashbacks of you beneath him, wrapped around him, on top of him.
"Fuck," Jungkook winces, the tightness in his grip only becoming tighter when he felt himself about to cum. He licks his lips, head flung back. His hips jut forward just as he cums on himself.
"Jungkook-ah!"
Jungkook groans. His breathing was heavy and the last thing he needed was to be distrubed. He quickly cleans himself and goes to get dressed. By the sound of it, his home was being invaded by his brothers.
Just as he was applying your perfume - the heavenly scent that reminds him of you - he hears banging against his door. Jungkook sighs, going to open his bedroom door. Behind it is a fuming Namjoon. "We need to talk."
"You came all this way to scold me?" Jungkook retorts. He follows behind Namjoon as he stalks down the set of stairs to the meeting room. He releases a grunt when he witnesses all of his brothers, each set of their eyes on his upon arrival. "What do I owe the pleasure?"
Jungkook is ready to hear it all - he's been hearing their words for months now. They were always the same; claiming that he needed to get over you, that he had to move on and live in reality that you weren't coming back. But he refused, especially when he knew you'd come back to him.
"You need to get over this obession."
Jungkook rolls his eyes. Same shit, different day.
"It's not healthy." Jimin nods in agreement.
That one was new.
"You're going to end up killing yourself over this."
So was that one.
"What you did today was uncalled for." Namjoon's words make his ears perk up. "I got Ari to come-"
"You had that whore come put her hands on me?" Jungkook snaps, his eyes darting to Namjoon. "I don't want another woman, hyung, I told you this."
Namjoon's jaw clenched.
"Jungkook," Jin sighs. He massages his temples before continuing. "I think you need a break from...this." Jin waves his hands around. "From here. Why don't you visit Busan?"
"I have no business in Busan." Jungkook shrugs. "I have a shipment coming in soon, anyways."
"Why not take a break from work?" Taehyung suggests. "We can handle-"
"No." Jungkook's words were final.
"You either need to take a break or get over this little obsession. Y/N isn't coming back." Namjoon huffs. He was growing irritated by the second. He loved Jungkook like a brother - but to witness Jungkook work nonstop and come home every night and wait for you was unsettling.
"Shut up." Jungkook growled. "Shut the fuck up, Hyung!"
Yoongi raises his hand to Jungkook. "Calm down." he warns. "He doesn't mean it in a harmful way."
"I don't care!" Jungkook barks.
"You need to wake up and live in reality, Jungkook-ah. It's been months of her being gone and she left with no trace. She doesn't even have a phone on her and she carved the tracker out of her!" Namjoon's patience was running thin.
Jin steps between Namjoon and Jungkook, both men appear to be getting closer and closer to one another. "Stop." Jin says to Namjoon, a stern look in his eyes.
"Are we going to keep babying him?" Namjoon questions. He raises a brow with a clenched jaw. "He's a grown man now and has to make a grown man decision without being patted on his back each time he has a temper tantrum."
Jungkook widen his eyes. He tries to push past Jin but fails. "Fuck you, Hyung. You don't remember how you acted when your bitch was released from her leash?!"
"Stop it!" Jin belows. The situation with Namjoon and his own wife was a sensitive subject, and Namjoon doesn't take disrespect lightly.
"You nearly killed yourself over her!" Jungkook continues. "And I never told you to get over her like they had." Jungkook waves his hands around to the rest of the men surrounding him, all quiet with widened eyes.
"Kook-ah-" Jungkook turns away from Jin. He doesn't want to hear what they have to say - he no longer cares.
"I have to work. Dong-hyun has a big shipment coming and I don't need him fucking it up again." he begins to walk out of the meeting room, his eyes on the floor. "I'm sure you know how to see yourselves out."
You stir awake, your body cramped onto the corner of the bed. The memories of the night prior came flooding in and you understood why your body was aching. You jolt up, your head thrashing side to side to look for the man who held you here to find that he was nowhere in sight. You let out a sigh of relief, at least you could be alone for a bit. You hug your knees to your chest, there had to be a way for you to get out of this.ย Jungkook didn't need his money back when he was swimming in it. And conversing calmly with him was a ticking time bomb - he was speaking of marriage and children and you didn't even know the basic when it came to him.
Your ears pick up the sound of a door handle rustling. It comes from the bathroom and soon you're face to face with Jungkook once more, this time his hair is wet and he sports nothing but a towel around his waist. You realized that the man that was Jeon Jungkook had tattoos stained into his body. "You're finally up. You must've been tired." Jungkook gives you a smile, coming closer to your side.
Your cheeks flush and you push yourself away from him. Jungkook frowns, confused by your sudden behavior. "What's wrong?" he questions. "Is it because I'm naked? You'll have to get used to this if we're going to have children."
Your eyes widen at his words. "You said one child." you had no intentions of even giving him a child to begin with, but what changed from yesterday to now?
Jungkook shrugs. "Child. Children. Does it matter how many kids we have?" Jungkook leans back and points towards the bathroom. "Get ready. I have some clothes for you to wear. But we still need to go shopping."
"There's no need to go shopping. I have clothes-"
Jungkook raises a hand to silence you - and it works. You close your mouth with an annoyed twitch. "Those clothes are from the past now. Besides," Jungkook looks away. "cleaners are still trying to get the blood off the carpet."
You gulp. How could you forget the bloody scene that happened before you. Maybe it wasn't a good idea returning there after all, but eventually you'd need to if you don't manage to escape in time - surely your landlord wouldn't like not receiving your rent money. You had many memories that you needed in the home, far too many pictures of your family you weren't willing to leave behind.
You remained silent as you entered the bathroom, the fog from Jungkook's shower still high in the air. You feel his presence behind you but don't say anything - his own closet was located inside the large bathroom. When he dips behind the door of his closet, you step out of your clothes and jump inside the shower, closing the door behind you. You're glad the glass isn't clear and he wouldn't be able to see you.
"I think you should get this." Jungkook holds up a dress - a black velvet sweetheart dress that would stop mid thigh. "I have a suit this material. We could match!"
Jungkook's excitement was like one of a child - overjoyed with the little things. It makes you smile, but you realize you shouldn't be smiling at a man that is holding you hostage and using gifts and luxuires as a reward.
Jungkook ends up buying everything you compliment, having you hold nothing and instead snaps at his men to grab all of the bags. The amount of items bought was taken in several cars - none of them in the one you and Jungkook drove in.
"Are we going back to your house?" you question. Jungkook dressed you in heels and you wanted nothing more than to get out of it.
"You mean our house?" Jungkook grips the stirring wheel and glances your way. "You live there, as well."
Right.
"And no, we have to meet Hyung for lunch." Jungkook murmurs. "Remember? You wanted to see our niece?"
You're taken aback because - no, you didn't want to meet anyone related to him. He had stated that seeing a baby would make you want to have one, but in no way, shape, or form did you have the actual desire in meeting his family members. They had to be just as demented as him - possibly worse.
You don't speak with him any longer, opting to remain silent. Low music plays on the radio and Jungkook is humming and tapping against the stirring wheel. You witness many houses pass by along the way - the houses seem to stretch the deeper it gets, a wide gap between each one. You grasp that as deeper as you went into the tree filled space, that the houses were replaced with nothing but large trees.
"Ah, we're here." Jungkook drives into a long driveway, slowing down as he reaches the large estate.
Your eyes trail around you. On the far left side of the home you noticed a small gazebo with a statue inside, but you couldn't bring yourself to understand what it was. The home itself - a large, victorian style brick mansion with an array of windows . You counted over 30, and that was only your view. The mansion itself seemed eary - how could one family stay in something so large?
As Jungkook gets out of the car and races around to open your door, the double-door of the home opens and a man steps out. His resemblance is uncanny to Jungkook's, slightly older than him, of course. Behind him is a woman, eyes low and a tired look wrinkled into her face. She's holding a baby - no older than 1 - in her arms that babbles.
"Jungkook." his brother says, a tight smile on his lips. "Is this your fiance?"
You gulp, looking everywhere but his eyes.
"Hyung, yes!" Jungkook's arms slowly wrap around you. "This is Y/N."
Jungkook's brother bows his head slightly. "Jung-hyun." he says to you. "Jagiya," his head turns to the woman whose eyes snaps upwards and soon she's smiling - a robotic smile. "come meet Y/N."
You watch as she saunters over, her smile never faltering as she reaches you. She bows and introduces herself. Eun-young was her name, and you were also introduced to the small child in her arms, Eun-Ji - who disappoints you by how cute she is, because you didn't want Jungkook to think you desired to bring his child into this world.
You return a smile, it was small and not entirely welcoming, but neither mother nor child minded. You follow with Jungkook's arms around you inside the large home. The mansion was larger inside and you couldn't help but marvel at the appearance. The large entrance hall doesn't show much, on each side lies 2 doors - one you realize reaches a staircase behind and the other you're unsure. Ahead of you is a corridor to a dining room, a large mirror staring back at you from inside.
"Lunch is already set. The chef made your favorite." Jung-hyun nods over to the table where Jungkook is tugging you down. You sit and release a sigh. Jungkook doesn't waste time digging in, the Japchae on the table having no chance against him.
Jungkook and Jung-hyun speak fondly to one another, their conversation going from different topics. It started with the business, Jungkook stating his territories were going great and Jung-hyun complimenting his accomplishments. You sat quietly, not having a desire to listen as much as you could have and only ate the Samgyeopasai in front of you.
Your eyes glance at the woman, Eun-young. She is quietly eating with her eyes low once more, her child in her arms sucking on a piece of meat because she barely has any teeth to bite. You question if she was once in your shoes, forced to stay and marry a man she's barely known. The lack of eye contact and how quiet she is, even around her husband, was frightening.
Your eyes blink when you see Jungkook's hand reach towards Eun-young. The small child wraps her chubby hands around his tattoo finger and grips it. Jungkook laughs, his smile wide. "Can we hold her, noona?" asks Jungkook to Eun-young who nods quickly. Jungkook grabs the baby in his arms, holding her close. "She's so big already. It was just yesterday when noona's water broke."
Jung-hyun snickers. He takes a sip of his drink and shakes his head. "You called me over 100 times crying."
"I thought the baby was going to come right then and there!" Jungkook eyes were wide. He bounces the baby in his lap as he speaks to his brother. "I was so scared thinking I had to deliver a baby in the kitchen."
Eun-Ji reaches out for you, her chubby hands - tightly grasping a piece of pork belly - touches your elbow. She has her eyes on you, possibly wondering just who you were sitting so closely (unwillingly) next to her uncle. Jungkook sees this as an opportunity to place her in your arms. This was his plan all along, to get you to hold the baby in hopes it would make you become an incubator for him.
Eun-Ji leans against you as you hold her awkwardly. You wished her parents would grab her. You loved babies, sure. You had a handful of nieces and nephews - but you couldn't allow yourself to show how cute you thought the small person was when Jungkook was watching so intently.
"We're thinking of having a baby." Jungkook tells his brother, his eyes burning holes into your temples. "After we're married, of course."
Eun-young eyes turn to yours. You couldn't read them, but they weren't shining with satisfaction at Jungkook's words.
"Right, baby?" Jungkook's hands grip your thigh beneath the table. His eyes stare into yours.
You nod your head slowly. You gulped, deciding to rock the baby in your arms, taking the pork belly from her hand as you do so. You feel sick, but hold back the urge to vomit. You didn't want to have a child and be tied to him forever.
"I think she's tired." Eun-young murmurs. She stands up from the chair, your eyes follow her. "Would you like to come with me and put her to sleep?"
You nod hastily. Anything was better than sitting at the table with Jungkook and Jung-hyuns eyes upon you. You follow out with Eun-young. She turns a few corners and you end up in a nursery, the walls pink and many designs painted across it. She closes the door behind you. "How long have you been with him?" she suddenly asks.
"I...um, not long." you cough. "Only a day."
Eun-young hums. "He's already trying to get you pregnant." she murmurs. She takes her daughter from your arms and gently rocks her side to side. "You know what he does for a living?"
You nod.
"Is he forcing you to stay?" Eun-young whispers lowly, so low that it was barely audible.
Slowly, you nod your head and you watch her eyes lower to the ground. She hums softly to Eun-young and the only thing you could do was stand and wait for her to respond. Her sudden interest in you was new - she barely spoke words at lunch and didn't make eye contact.
"There's a bathroom down the hall." Eun-young says. She lays her daughter down in the basinette, her back facing you. "I don't know how fast you can run, but hopefully fast enough before Jungkook comes looking for you. Hopefully by then you'll be long gone."
You remain still, your ears registering her words. She was helping you - attempting to, at least - by allowing you to escape without being noticed. Your heart flutters and your mind swirls. "I..."
"Don't thank me yet. I'm not sure if you'll make it out of here without him noticing. But it's worth a try." Eun-young's voice was low as if someone could be listening.
"Y/N was pregnant." Jin sighs.
Yoongi's finger stops typing on his phone - he was in the middle of a virtual meeting with an overseas business when Jin spoke to him. His head turns to the older man and his eyes tell it all. "How...do you know?"
"The day she left I found the pregnancy test in their bathroom. Jungkook was too busy with his rampage that he didn't notice it." Jin's words were low as if he was telling the biggest secret in the world. He was, of course, but Jin was never one to keep secrets. "I threw it away."
Yoongi releases a throaty sigh. He turns his phone off and it drops on his lap before him. He messages his temples - obviously this secret was eating Jin up to his core. What Yongi didn't understand was why he was telling him now, when Jungkook was an obvious mess over you.ย
"Jin-hyung..." Yoongi shakes his head.ย
"I know." Jin murmurs. "I thought we could find her within a few days. Weeks maybe but..." Jin gulps. His decision to hide the pregnancy from Jungkook appeared to be the best. His Jungkook knew you escaped while pregnant, the man would've drove himself even more mad than he already was. The thought of you being hurt would've played through his mind until he found you.
"What if we don't find her?" Yoongi's words frightened him. "How are we going to tell him that he was almost a father, hyung? That he lost two people he loved?"
Jin couldn't tell Jungkook now, not after the incident with Ari. His love for you was deep, possessive even. He himself wasn't sure if you were alive out there or if the child was. If his calculations were correct, you'd be about to give birth soon if you decided to keep the child. You had no cell-phone to track, your name hasn't been placed in any system and with a social security check, you hadn't used your legal name anywhere. It was as if you simply vanished - and for his donsaeng sake, he wished you weren't deceased.
"We have to find herm Yoongi-ah." Jin rummages through his suit jacket pocket and releases his phone. "We need to bring extra reinforcements. We need to be searching all around the country."
Yoongi nods. He knew Jin was going through his stages of guilt, but he wouldn't judge him. He wouldn't know what to do if he was in Jungkook's situation, especially in knowing you were pregnant. He didn't enjoy seeing his donsaeng in a constant state of distress.ย
"Am I the only one you told?" Yoongi ponders.ย
Jin nods. "I had to tell someone." he says, phone to his ear. "Akio." Jin says into the phone, his words switching to Japanese as he speaks to the man over the phone. If he was going to attempt to find you he had to bring in reinforcement overseas. Akio speculiazes in finding a trace of anyone - dead or alive. In this case, he prayed that you and the baby would be alive.
Eun-Young was correct about the window. The large bathroom had a large window that overlooked the scenery of the trees outside. In any instance you would be amazed at the beauty, however today was not one of them. You were given a chance to escape Jungkook and even if your mind was telling you to turn back - you didn't. The window unlocks with a low click and gently, you push it open. You take a deep breath - it didn't open wide, but it was enough for you to squeeze through.
"Y/N?"
You curse beneath your breath at the sound of your name on the other side of the door. Your heart is hammering in your chest.
"Y-Yes?" you call back.
"Just checking on you." Jungkook replies. "Eun-Ji is asleep already, huh?"
You slowly inch towards the window. You put a leg through before responding. "Yes. She was quite tired."
Jungkook chuckles through the other side. "I know. Isn't she cute? I can't wait until we have one just like her."
Your other leg is through the window and you don't bother responding. You could hear his voice say a few more words, but by then you had already jumped completely out the window. You fall a few feet but the fall doesn't catch you off guard. What does, however, is your wide eyes coming face first to Jung-hyun. He's standing inside his home, once staring out his sitting room area and staring at the same trees you were.
You watch in horror as he screams inaudibly from inside the mansion to who you assume was his brother. You turn and make a run for it, running as fast as your legs could to the trees. Your adrenaline was pumping - you cannot recall the last time you ran anywhere this fast. Yet again, your life never depended on it before. You aren't aware how far you've gotten, but you do hear screaming from behind you coming from Jungkook. He's screaming for you to come back now, and if you do that he wouldn't be upset.
You contemplated if you should turn back. You didn't know where you were at or how far you could manage within these trees. There wasn't another home for miles and even so, how could you explain your situation to them? You couldn't comprehend how deep you were in - every tree you witness appeared the same. The deeper you ran the darker it appeared to be.
Your body was exhausted; you could feel yourself slowing down. Your ears could hear Jungkook running - coming closer and closer. His screams seemed just as close - just as angry.
You were speed walking now, your breathing heavy. You tripped over a few branches and rocks, but you refused to be that dumb woman who fell and remained there while being chased.
"Y/N!" Jungkook's voice roared from close behind you. How did he manage to get to you as fast as he did? You could have sworn you had a head start. His footsteps are getting closer, so close that you attempt to run again, but couldn't go faster than a jog. "You aren't going to get far." his voice is closer now.
"No." you heave. Your mind was pleading you to not look back in fear he would be directly behind you. "Please..."
You feel his presence behind you before he's there. You feel his touch wrap around the neck tightly before you're being yanked back. You scream a loud bloodcurling scream, pleading for someone to help you.
Jungkook is livid. His tattooed hand is around your throat. He yanks you to him, nails digging into your skin. Your body shuts down, exhausting kicking in at your failed attempt at escape. "I told you that you wouldn't get far, baby." Jungkook's voice appeared strangely calm. It frightened you.
The only thing you could do was scream and cry while attempting to pry his hands away from you.
Jungkook releases a laugh, mocking you. He pushes you to the ground, the dirt surly staining your clothes. Jungkook kneels down before you and releases the same scream as you, maybe even louder. Your eyes widen with tears at the sudden outburst. You are silent and stiff, staring as he releases a few more screams. "Somebody help!" Jungkook shrieks out before laughing. "Don't you get it, baby? No one's here but us."
Your heart is pounding in your chest. You never been in the prescene of a man that appeared as demented as Jungkook did now. If looks could kill you would surely be dead.
"I thought we were getting off onto a good start, Y/N." Jungkook shakes his head. His hand reaches out to touch your cheek, wiping away the tears. You're far too afraid to move away from him. "It hasn't even been a week and you've already disobeyed me. You embarrassed me in front of my hyung. How did you think you were going to find your way out of here, hm?"
You sniffle.
"What if you got mauled by a bear? Don't you think?" Jungkook licks his tongue in disappointment. He leans closer to you, his hand wrapping around your neck in a swift movement. You yelp at the tightness of his grip. What disgust you is him jerking you closer to him and his tongue poking out to lick the tears from your cheek.
"Get up." Jungkook demands. He doesn't wait for a response - or for you to follow his orders. The hand that once tightly grips your neck now finds them in your hair. He snatches you up onto your feet and all you could do was cry out. "I don't like handling you like this, Y/N." Jungkook murmurs as he drags you back to the path of his brother's home. "But you leave me no choice at all. I've been good to you and all you could do is try to run away?"
"Kidnapping someone isn't being good for them." you retort.
Jungkook's hand yanks your hair back again. You hiss, biting your lip. "You came to me on your own free will. I didn't kidnap you."
"And I'm trying to leave on my own free will."
Jungkook ignores you the entire walk back. Upon your arrival you see Jung-hyun with his arms crossed and behind him Eun-young, her eyes low once more and hands behind her back. You gulp.
"Thanks fo lunch, Hyung. Noona." Jungkook nods. He goes towards his car door, opening it and shoving you inside. The release of your hair makes you sigh in relief - but that doesn't mean you weren't going to act it. Your hand swings towards Jungkook when he turns away, a loud slap echoing across the drive-way.
Jung-hyun gasps with wide eyes and Eun-young takes a step back.
"Hyung. I'll be seeing you another time." Jungkook murmurs, slamming your door shut. He stalks around to the driver side, swinging the door open and coming inside. His glare is terrifying, but your anger is stupidly blinding you to feel afraid. "You have a lot of nerves today." he chuckles darkly.
You suck your teeth and turn away. You witness as Eun-young and Jung-hyun walk back into their home.
Another yank of your hair has you hissing again, startled at the sudden action. Your eyes meet Jungkook's dark ones and before he could speak, you spit at him. You were afraid - yes, but the fight in you made your adrenaline pump.
But just as yours was pumping, so was Jungkook's. Your disrespect made his blood boil - but for an insane, odd reason, it also made his cock twitch. He hadn't had this much excitement in a while. His free hand wipes the spit away and he roughly brings his lips to yours.
You squirm against his lips and begin to mewl. You push against his chest and finally, he releases his lips from yours. He shoves you away gently and turns towards the car. He turns it on with a press of the button. "I hope you don't think your little stunt is going to be left off the hook, baby. I'm just going to have to show you who you belong to."
You gently massage your stomach with the homemead lotion Byeol made for you - she swears by it, stating that it would prevent you from having stretch marks. You don't care, really, if you do or don't. Your stomach has expanded and is already as round as can be. You worry more about your son being healthy than anything - and by the way he kicks you every night, you'd say he was healthy.
But, nonetheless, the lotion was soothing and you did massage it after every shower.
"Y/N-ah!" Soobin's voice carries throughout the house upon his arrival. You could hear his footsteps beating against the hardwood floor until he reaches your room.
"Soobin." you smile at him.
He returns the smile. A small bag in his hands when he comes closer to you. "Look what I have." he sing-songs. He opens the bag and throws it on the floor in excitement. "It's a baby swaddle!"
"It is." you laugh. The swaddle was a royal blue and fluffy. As he brings it up to your view, you coo at the small size of it.
"It has bunny ears, too." Soobin's eyes gleam with excitement at his newfound discovery. "I went to the city to a baby shop and the women there said you'd need swaddles. It's for self-soothing."
He hands you the swaddle, the bunny ears of it makes you smile almost bitterly of a certain man, but you refuse to show it around Soobin. He appears so bright and excited, illuminating brightness.
"Thank you." your words are low and your heart is full. Soobin was always good to you, even upon your arrival in his home. You're grateful that you managed to put in the hands of Soobin and Byeol.
Soobin nods. "There's no need to thank me, Y/N." he responds shyly. He neatly folds the swaddle and places it upon the baby dresser.
A knock sounds gently on the door and Byeol enters.
"Eomma." Soobin nods. He hadn't greeted her at his hastily arrival.
Byeol nods back. Her eyes turn to you and she smiles. "I'm sure he's going to be a big baby."
You nod in agreement. You had frequent check-ups with Soobin's friend. It was a hassle to get the correct equipment inside the home, but Soobin was determined to each time.
"He's 9 pounds already!" Soobin murmurs to his mother. Byeol had been napping when her last checkup occurred. "Said he could come now if he wanted since he's at a good weight."
"Hopefully he waits until it's time." You chuckle. Your nerves were eating you alive. You thought of the act of giving birth and it scared you. You were present during your sister's, Ye-Rim's, pregnancy and you were only a teenager. She did a natuarl birth a month early and her screams still haunt you.
"Are you sure we can do a home birth?" Soobin had his faults in the situation. He never witnessed a birth before, of course, and he was paranoid that something would go wrong with you and the baby. "I'm sure we'll be safe in a hospital..."
"It's whatever she prefers." Byeol shrugs her shoulders. She could safely deliver a child - she has before. She knows little of your situation but knows well enough that you prefer to stay away from big cities and crowded areas. "I have prepared the guest room for you to comfortably give birth."
You nod, your hand rubbing circles against your stomach.
The men in black suits don't bat an eye at Jungkook and your arrival to his estate. You made a fool of yourself surely, kicking and screaming in his arms. But Jungkook doesn't budge and only drags you inside and up the stairs to his bedroom. He slams the door open and shoves you inside before closing it behind him. You manage to catch yourself from falling, your eyes glaring up at him.
"You've gotten bold, baby." Jungkook unbuttons his shirt, his eyes glaring right back at you. "Running away. Putting your hands on me. Spitting on me? Tsk." Jungkook removes his buttoned shirt, a black wife-beater tucked underneath him.ย
Your eyes linger on his arms, the tattoo littering it amazes you. You've never seen much tattoos on someone's skin before. Sehun had a large back tattoo, but he rarely showed it. You always wanted a tattoo, but chickened out when it was time to get one.
"You admiring me won't get you off of punishment, baby." Jungkook teases.
You frown and cross your arms. "I'm not a child for you to be punishing me." you snort.ย
"You act like one, Y/N. Tell me, why did you run? Didn't we have an agreement?" Jungkook questions, his eyes scanning your face. He steps closer to you and you take a step back. You keep up with this until your calves hit the corner of his bed. "Are you not happy here? You didn't even give it a chance."
You take a deep breath, fists clenching. "You didn't give me a choice but to stay with you." you respond.
"You came with me willingly, my love." Jungkook shrugs. The term of endearment annoyed you.ย
"You bought me." you deadpan. "My virginity. Not my love or my hand in marriage, Jungkook. This is insane!" you hiss, your arms thrashing around angrily. "You can have any woman you want. You're hot - but I'm not the one who wants you."
"You think I'm hot?" Jungkook cajoled, his eyes brightened. It was as if his mind chose to ignore all your other words and only focused on the compliment of his appearance. "That's a start, my love. You could soon come to love me and what I have to offer you."
You feel Jungkook's hands, warm and surprisingly soft for a man, touch both of your cheeks. His eyes stare down into yours, a low smile on his lips. His thumbs rub against your cheeks calmly. You hate to admit that the act was soothing - as if he was intending to calm you down without saying a word to you.ย
"We can see the world, baby." Jungkook's voice lowered. "We can get married in Kefalonia. Have you ever been to Greece? My hyungs all married in different countries and had beautiful weddings." Jungkook's face lowers to yours. "Ours is going to be the best, of course." he whispers.ย
You are unsure how you managed to snatch your eyes away from him, but you do. You snatch your head away from his hands, a frown evident on your lips. "I don't want to marry you." you hiss out as angrily as you could. You wished he would catch onto the fact that you didn't want to be forced into marriage with him - no matter how beautiful he promised the wedding would be. As a child, you imagined your wedding would be a moment between you and your loved ones - not a random man who bought your virginity and refused to let you go.ย
Jungkook leans back. His tongue pokes his cheeks and he's offended by your words. He hums, lowering his head. "That's fine. You will come to love me as much as I love you in due time."
"You don't fucking love me!" you screech. "You're obsessed-"
Jungkook was quick to silence you. His index, middle and thumb roughly grasps your chin. He yanks you closer to him and he kisses you. You are stunned, far too much to react. It was a brief peck upon your lips before he releases you and strolls out the door, slamming it shut.ย
You don't see Jungkook for the rest of the night. You manage to shower and then go to sleep without dinner. When you wake the following morning, you're glad to see that he doesn't return to the bedroom. You took your time away from him to go search through the closet. While Jungkook and you were out for lunch yesterday, the men had displayed your clothing, shoes and accessories inside the large closet. Your hands touch the fabric, the expensive feeling beneath your fingertips made excitement run through you.ย
You tried on the dresses and heels he bought, twirling in the mirror to see how it'd all looked on you. You changed many times, from dresses to skirts, dress pants and rompers. From the designer heels, sandals shoes and boots to the variety of purses and hand bags. It wasn't bad to try on the clothes gifted to you - that didn't mean you had a desire to keep them all if it meant you had to marry himn. But as of now, you relished in the large closet.
You are startled at a loud knock. You're wearing a chanel shirt, with a pair of (overpriced for a person like you) fendi pants and two different pairs of shoes when you open the door. You appeared foolish, of course, but you were expecting to see Jungkook - not one of the men in black with a rolling tray. You gulp. "Hello?"
The man bows. He rolls the tray inside the room, an array of food and drinks on it. "Jubu, I'm here to bring your breakfast." the man states. "My name is Jae-beom and I'm assigned as your care-taker."
The man is young, possibly younger than Jungkook and you. You're taken aback by his words. "I'm no housewife." you retort at him, rolling your eyes. "Where's Jungkook?"
"Jeon-ssi is away on business." Jae-beom responds. "I will be in your assistance until he returns. Would you like to go anywhere after breakfast, Jubu?"
Jae-beom was cute, you admit, in a little brother way. He was respectful and by the way he calls Jungkook, respectful to his boss.ย
"You can take me home." you suggested.ย
"I don't understand? You are home." Jae-beom frowns.ย
"Ugh." you turn away from him and look over the breakfast. You see trays of eggs, panjeon and a few meats. Your stomach grumbles at the sight, you not eating dinner the night prior seeming a mistake. "Where am I allowed to go?" you ask Jae-beom, who stands at the doorway as you munch on the food, sitting on the edge of the bed.ย
"Wherever you'd like. If you need to leave the estate, I would need to inform Jeon-ssi before we do and bring a few more men with us."
You roll your eyes. Typical you'll need a secret service with you to even travel without Jungkook.ย
"I don't think I need to go anywhere. It's not like I have money." you take a sip of your drink - you chose the orange juice. Your taste buds jump at the delicios taste - it was freshly squeezed.ย
"Nonsense!" Jae-beom laughs. "Jeon-ssi left his credit card just for you. I have it here with men whenever you're ready to use it, Jubu!"
Your ears perk.ย
You do indeed use it. Within the hour, you and a group of men are out and about. You have nothing to buy - but that doesn't mean you aren't going to swipe your card wherever you could just to spite Jungkook. You offer to buy a mother 3 month supply of pamper and wipes, she tries to hug you when you do, but is stopped by Jae-beom. You bought a crazy amount of jewlery at a jewelry store you never heard of. The amount of gold and diamonds the men held was crazy - and you never had an intention on actually wearing them. So, you hand them out to random people on the street - teenagers, random children, even couples.ย
You buy lunch for you and the men, insisting that it was alright for them to eat with you. The meal was expensive, but you had no problem paying it with a credit card that belong to a man you were slowly despising.ย
At the end of it all, you were tired as you reached the room. But, you were thankful you hadn't seen Jungkook the entire day. However, you wished Jungkook returned your phone to you - you were growing bored.ย
The next day Jungkook had not returned and you were left with Jae-beom again. He follows you wherever you go. You walked around the estate, your eyes trailing at the expensive furniture and extravagant paintings. It was quiet even with the men walking all over inside.ย
The day after that you were beyond bored. Jae-beom shows you the theater room where you watch movies for the rest of the day. There was nothing to do but watch the cheesy romantic comedies and terrible cliche horrors. By the end of the night you wondered when Jungkook would return - not as if you missed him.ย
By the end of the week, you swam alone. Jae-beom had remained close by in case he had to step in and save you (his own words). You didn't go deep and just floated inside the pool with a sigh - your mind swirling on where Jungkook was and when he would return - if at all. You didn't receive a call from him and when you'd ask Jae-beom, he assured that his boss was alright and would return shortly.ย
"Would you like to have dinner with Hee-sun-ah and Momoka-ah?" Jae-beom asks after you shower and dress, your evening swim finishing and leaving you refreshed and tired.ย
"Who?" you question. "I don't have any friends with those names." Or friends at all.
"They're Park-ssi's wives."
"Who...?" your brows are rising.
"Jimin-ssi's wives. I have been informed that they wish to meet you over dinner."
You hum. Jimin had two wives - and somehow you aren't surprised. Jimin was an attractive man who was basically sex on legs. He was pure seduction, captivating any and everyone he came across. You felt safe with him, and that could've been deadly if you weren't considered off limits.
Jungkook lifts the shot glass to his lips and downs the clear liquid without a second thought. He slams the glass down roughly and shudders. He licks his lips and pours himself another shot.
The day was tiring. With the new shipment coming through, allowing his dealers to sell them along with dealing with overseas drama and heists, he was tired. He's been driven all around Korea to his sites, meeting business owners who owed him money to pursuading a few men who had nothing to lose to burn down another building that were late on their payments.
In the past after a long day, he desired nothing more than to come home and see you. Now, it was closer for him to visit a nightclub Bangtan owned to drink whatever he desired before having one of their men to take him home.
Jungkook speculates about your well-being. He prays you're alright and safe - even if you would be your safest with him. He prays that you would come back to him - that he would wake up and find you home with him. Or maybe he could find you while he was out and bring you back home where you belonged.
His mind can't stay off of you for long. Were you eating alright? Did you consume enough fluids? Were you getting enough sleep? His mind refuses to think you're dead - he won't know what to do with himself if anything happened to you. He couldn't bring himself to think that - even if some nights his nightmares show images of finding your deceased body.
Somehow he finds himself back at the Brothel, the smell of alcohol on his body. His mind doesn't know what he's doing, it's his body taking over. He feels as though he is outside his body - watching himself from a third person point of view. He speaks with Izumi who is kind and soft spoken to him, even after he nearly assaults one of her girls. He remembers requesting to speak to Ari privately and Izumi agrees, but theres hesitance. She doesn't want to allow him to see Ari, but he was Jeon Jungkook, her boss after all. She could never deny him anything.
His mind recalls Ari entering the room and bows at him. She's frightened, and her eyes never reach his. Jungkook prefers it that way - he's ashamed that his drunken mind comes to the brothel when he desires nothing but you.
Ari knows what he is here for and it's her job to deliver. Jungkook doesn't want foreplay from her - he doesn't even want to look the girl in the face. He shoves her upon the bed and doesn't waste any time in taking her. Ari's glad she had prepared herself before she arrived or the situation would be painful.
Jungkook wasn't here to pleasure her - not many of her clients ever were. He was here solely for his own pleasure. He moans loudly, but he could be as loud as can be simply because he was the owner - that and each room was sound proof. He doesn't moan Ari's name, no. The name he grunted out was Y/N, a burst in her own ego but she wasn't paid to care about another man's desire.
As Jungkook's thrusts inside of Ari's, his words stutter out your name - claiming he loved and missed you; how he wishes you'd come back to him.ย His thrusts buckle rougher as he comes closer to his high. His eyes open and even his intoxicated mind wished he hadn't. It wasn't you beneath him like he wished it was - no, it was Ari. His anger spikes and his hands tighten around her throat. Ari yelps out, her eyes widen and heart pumping with fear.
Jungkook thrusts became even more powerful - he didn't care for Ari or her well-being. She wasn't you - she'd never be you. One hand wraps around her throat while the other her lips. He allowed his anger to get the best of him, the sound of his skin slapping against Ari's ass and his words to her - the demeaning words of her being nothing but a whore who'd he'd fuck but never marry. His words were harsh, sure, but his mind didn't allow him to care about her feelings. He repeats them over and over again until Ari herself is crying, reaching her overstimulated orgasm.
Jungkook doesn't cum inside of her, even with his condom on. It felt far too intimate. Instead, he shoves her away and allows himself to cum inside the condom. Ari takes a few moments to catch her breath. She manages to compose herself, her eyes turning towards Jungkook who doesn't return the affection. She witnesses him throwing the condom away and pushing his pants up. He doesn't say anything to her - not a single word or grunt before he leaves her sitting there.
You sat uncomfortably in the chair as your eyes glance between the two women in the room, both with small children. The restaurant chosen was at least 4 stars. You dressed in a pair of casual black trousers and a floral black shirt, the deep v neck adding a simple flair You added a pair of heels and tied your hair in a low bun. The two women were beautiful; Momoka's hair is down her back and jet black, the ends curling. She has a heart-shaped face with the softest brown eyes. Hee-sun's hair was right above her shoulders and died freshly brown, the tips of her hair seeming as sharp and pierced as her eyes. Her jawline is as sharps as her husbands and it's easy to feel insecure in their presence.
"Are you alright?" Momoka asks across from you. She proceeds to pass the small child - no older than two who sported pigtails and a bright pink dress - a piece of fruit. The toddler grabs it into her hands and munchs, the juice squirting out onto her.
You blink a few times before smiling and nodding. You pondered how a man like Jimin could exist - so captivating that two women would agree to bear his child and marry him in these circumstances.
"All of this is weird to you, isn't it?" Hee-sun giggles. She too has a child seated on a high chair next to the toddler, both girls. She takes a sip of her water before continuing. "This is my daughter, Cho-hee. Momoka's daughter is Yui. We don't treat them any differently, I love Yui as if I had her myself."
"As do I love Cho-hee." Momoka nods, her eyes casting down to the toddler who lifts her head after hearing her voice. "We love Jimin dearly. He got us out of the brothel after all."
"B-Brothel?" you murmured, unsure if you heard her correctly.
"Ah, you haven't been told that yet." Heesun clicks her tongue. She picks up her chopstick and begins eating. "I'm not sure how much you know of Bangtan, but yes Momoka and I came from a brothel they own."
Your heart skips a beat and you feel your tongue go numb. You haven't asked Jungkook of his job - you never had the chance to. Deep down, you're unsure if you ever wished to. You knew he was rich and dripped with luxuries and power - the estate and men working for him told you that. He wasn't against killing either - he killed so freely in front of you as if it was an everyday thing for him. The brothel was new to you, but the more you thought about it, the more it made sense.
What didn't was why Jungkook didn't find his wife like Jimin did in a brothel - you were sure they were be willing to get out of it and live the lifestyle you didn't want to.
"Bangtan have connections overseas. I worked in the Japan location while Hee-sun did in Korea." Momoka says.
Your eyes flicker between the two.
"So...you weren't kidnapped?" you ponder lowly.
Momoka giggles and shakes her head.
Hee-sun shakes her head, as well. "No," she says. "Jimin was once a regular client of outs. The type of workers we were, we..." Heesun hums, trying to find the correct words.
"...worked for higher ups. The men of Bangtan; those who weren't married. Jimin, overtime, was our only client. He paid for our time and made sure we didn't sleep with anyone else. By that time came, we had already paid our debt to Bangtan and I could be bought out freely."
Your mind was swirling. Debt? Bought out? Just how far in this "Bangtan" gang were you into?
"You see...I borrowed money from Bangtan that I had to repay. Of course I could be in their debt for years or I go down the more easy route and work in their brothel." Momoka explains. "It isn't a sleezy run down home where everyone is fucking the other. We were in a comfortable position."
Hee-sun nods. "That's true. We got our own rooms and bathrooms. We lived in mansions and only worked on the days we desired to. We were paid good for everything we did, and the men were only wealthy ones who had their life to lose if anything happened to us."
You try to capture all the new found information Hee-sun and Momoka explains to you. They are confident of their past, freely speaking to you without insecurity or regret.
"How did you get here with Jimin? You came willingly?" you question.
Momoka nods, lifting her hand to give you an 'ok' sign with her fingers. "Jimin brought me overseas to Korea with him and asked if Hee-sun and us would be comfortable being with him. At first I was afraid - I was in a foreign country away from home. But Jimin made me feel safe and Hee-sun was welcoming."
"One thing led to another and we've gotten married. Legally - I'm not sure how Jimin managed to put us both as his wives, but Bangtan has many connections." Hee-sun places her hand over Cho-hee head and rubs. "Now we're one happy family together. I wouldn't change anything about it."
The next hour passes and you all eat with little conversations. You admit that Hee-sun and Momoka were a good pair to speak with. You spoke of Jungkook and they listened without judgment. Only they could understand what you were going through - but they were different from you. They were willing to stay with Jimin and do as he said without a bat of an eye. You had no desire to be with Jungkook and a part of this lifestyle. Learning of a brothel was enough for you to know than whatever - and whoever - Bangtan was, you desired to be far from them.
Jae-Beom had left you alone to eat, seated at a far table away from you. You had looked his way many times, each time you found his chewing onto his food with his eyes glancing at you. Today was different from the week prior - Jae-beom didn't bring any of the men with him. You noticed the women also had a few men with them, as well. They had more freedom than you did - they were more complicit than you'd ever be.
"Excuse me." you cough, taking a sip of water before lifting yourself up. "I have to use the restroom."
Both women nod and you make your way across the restaurant. Your eyes meet Jae-beom who gets to his feet in a matter of seconds. "I'm going to the restroom, Jae-beom. Would you like to accompany me?"
"What? No!" Jae-beom shakes his head. "I would never disrespect your privacy, Jubu!"
"That's good." you smile at him. "Sit down and eat. I'll be right back. I had a few too much to drink."
You enter the restroom just as Jae-beom is making his way back to his table. Your eyes scan the large restroom and the first thing you see is the large tinted window. It was obvious that whoever strolled outside could not see in, but the outdoor scenery appeared inviting to you. The grassy field surrounding the resturant to the few cars parked yards away.
You take a deep breath. You wonder if you could escape here and how long it would be until you get away. This wasn't at Jung-hyun's homes - there were people around outside if Jae-beom did manage to get to you. Surely, someone would step in and help - call the police even.
You don't think twice when you grab the metal decorative chair in the middle of the luxury bathroom and crash it against the window. It shatters loudly but you don't care. This was your taste of freedom - this time you were determined to get away.
Description: Jin receives news of your whereabouts.
"It's been months. Have you found anything of her?"
Jin was growing restless. Jungkook was working his nerves now. Izumi had gotten in contact with him, stating that the girls at the brothel could no longer serve Jungkook because of his behavior. He was far too rough with them, degrading and physically harming them, as well. To think Jungkook was banned - part owner of the same Brothel - was ridiculous. He hadn't seen Jungkook much since their last meeting - the man dodged them like the plague, but he couldn't blame him. He was hurting and missing his wife - lashing out, distracting himself with work and the abuse of the brothel workers was his evidence.
Akio releases a sigh. He leans back into his chair inside Jin's office. He had a break into the case that was Jeon Y/N. She wasn't an easy target to look for - she had no phone, no credit or debit cards to track. Her fingerprints haven't been identified anywhere and her social security hasn't been pinged. It was as though she disappeared from the face of the earth.
For months Akio scoured Korea for any and everything he could find. He was a renowned investigator getting paid billions of won to find a girl that didn't want to be found - it was clear as day. Yet, the money he was offered by Bangtan told him that this wasn't just any girl they were looking for - and that put his money on the line if he couldn't find her. He was far determined to find the missing woman. So he had, for months now.
The job wasn't easy and Akio lived off of cigarettes, coffee and red-bull. The last thing he'd expected was for him to find a lead into the investigation while he was out buying said cigarettes at a local convenience store. A young man appears, greeting the store owner. He looks around the shop at nothing at all, but Akio doesn't pay enough attention to the man. It wasn't until he heard the shop owner speak with him did his interest peak.
"How's your girl?" the shop owner asked, scanning out the snacks the man was buying.
"A-Ah, my girl. You mean Y/N?" the man laughs nervously, a blush staining his cheeks. "She's good. I'm getting these for her now." the boy lifts a few snacks in his hands.
The shop owner nods. "Got to keep them happy. Happy wife, happy life."
The man could do nothing but laugh.
Akio doesn't manage to buy the cigarettes. There was a break in his case and he was determined to find out who this Y/N person was - even if it wasn't you. He follows the boy close by, he walks on foot. He makes sure he's a few yards away from him to not draw attention. Around ten minutes of tailing the man, he arrives at a small home, the grass tall as if to hide from outsiders.
Akio's car windows were tinted and the road was quiet. He stood out in the small country-side town. He drives past just as the man enters his home, but he vows he would return.
Akio does return the following night, camera in his hands. He wears all black to not be caught in snooping. The windows were cracked and curtains drawn and he had a clear view inside the small home. There weren't many neighboring homes, so it was possibly normal for them to leave the curtains open.
Akio snaps as many pictures as he could from the shadows, zooming in on you and the familiar man from the convenience store. The two of you spoke freely, not far touchy feely as he thought you would be. Nonetheless, you were the woman he was searching for - the picture Jin has given him confirming your identity.
"She's a tough one to find. Found her off of pure luck." Akio admits. "If she would've changed her name, we'd never find her." He throws down the envelope onto the mans desks.
Jin doesn't waste any time in snatching the envelope and ripping it open. He scans the photographs, eyes wide and mouth gaping. It was you - smiling, a pure smile at the unfamiliar man. You appeared comfortable and content - Jungkook wouldn't like that.
"Where is she?" Jin stammers. He needed you back as soon as possible - Jungkook's sanity and the woman at the Brothel depended on it.
Akio hums. He crosses his arms. "That'll be extra."
Jin glares at the man. He slams the photos back down onto his desk. "What's your price?"
"100 million won." Akio shrugs.
"For an address?" Jin rolls his eyes. "I'll give you 50 million."
"Deal." Akio smirks. It was easier to start big and make your way down.
Jin's heart was fluttering. He managed to find you and soon, you'll be home. He won't know how Jungkook would react to this information, but his rampage would be done once he has you with him.
"What about the baby?" Jin ponders as Akio was half way out the door, address written down on a piece of paper on Jin's desk.
"There wasn't one." Akio shrugs."Didn't seem like there were any kids in the house at all. Far too quiet."
Jin frowns. He sees Akio out. He knew for a fact that you were pregnant upon leaving and now he ponders if you went through with the pregnancy or did you terminate it. Maybe you did go through with it, but decided it was best left in the care of others. jin's mind wanders to the worse, that maybe the baby didn't survive past the birthing process.
Jin wouldn't tell Jungkook of your pregnancy. It was a secret he was going to take to the grave with him - and could only hope Yoongi would, as well. If there was indeed no baby with you, then he could just show Jungkook the evidence of you being alive. He'd give his dongsaeng your whereabouts and soon his brother would be happy again.
You hold the strappy heels in your hands, the soles of your foot aching. You were unsure how long you were running until your mind told you that you were far from the restaurant. You took alley ways and back roads - probably not the safest option, however you'd rather not be caught by Jae-beom or any of Jungkook's men. You stepped upon the familiar steps of your sisters home. Your fist knocked along the wooden door, hearing footsteps from behind it. Ye-Rim peaks behind the door, and upon realizing it was you, she yanks it open. "Where the hell have you been?" she hisses. "I've been calling you for 2 weeks!"
You walk past her, dropping your heels by the entrance of the door. You let out a sigh or relief - you've made it.
"Where did you come from all dressed up?" Ye-Rim closes the door behind her, locking it before turning. "And sweaty."
"Can I talk about it later?" you huff. You wanted nothing more than to take a nap, exhaustion from running and the last week taking over you. "Where's Soo-ah?" you ask your sister, not seeing your niece anywhere. Usually by now she would've jumped onto you.
"At a friend's." your sister watches as you throw her a nod and walk down the hall to your nieces room. The familiar decked out room - even for a nine year old - was comforting. You don't waste time plopping down onto her bed, the stuffed animals and mountains of pillows hugging you. "You better wash her sheets when you're done!"
You do when you wake hours later. Soo-ah is jumping on you, startling you. She claims that she's happy to see you and you finally came to have the slumber party she has been waiting for. After you wash her sheets, Ye-Rim, Soo-ah and you gather around the dinner table. Soo-ah rambles on and on about nothing in particular. Her friends, whatever shows she enjoys, the music she listens to. It's refreshing to see and hear a child be happy with the life they live - you've been far too consumed in adulthood that you youself wished you were still a naive child.
Your sister doesn't question your stay with her - not even as a week passes. She enjoys your company. You wake up early to get breakfast done for her, yourself and Soo-ah. The girl doesn't have school due to break, so having someone to entertain her while Ye-Rim worked seemed like a win-win, after all since you were her aunt. By the time Ye-Rim was home, it was as if your energy never faded. You managed to keep up with Soo-ah and clean around the house - either by cooking or having food delivered to the home. You were just grateful to finally be away from Jungkook.ย
You haven't been outside much. You knew at this point you don't have a job at the grocery store and being caught at your apartment was far too risky. You were unsure if Jungkook was back or not, but you knew for sure that he had men looking for you. You were thankful that he doesn't know your back story enough to find you at your sister's home. In due time, you believe he would give up and your life would go back to normal - you'd eventually find a job and save for another apartment and start a new life.
However, with your luck, nothing ever goes as planned. You were brushing your teeth when your niece came barging in - she never knew personal boundaries. You furrow a brow as she dances around you, a small smile on her lips. "I know something you don't." she sing-songs.ย
You wash your mouth and release a snort. "What is that?" you entertain her.ย
"You have a boyfriend!" she laughs and before you can question her further, she's already running down the hall.ย
You follow behind her, heart pumping and eyes wide. You make it to the sitting room where you are sure your breathing stops.ย
Ye-Rim is smiling wide at him - Jungkook. Her eyes is gleaming as if he is Prince Charming himself, enchanting her with whatever bullshit he has made her believe.ย
Jungkook smiles at you, a familiar glint of mischeif in his eyes. He stands, you noticed the bouquet of roses in his hands. He's wearing casual clothing - a loose fitted grey sweat shirt and a pair of jeans. His hair was fluffy and wavy and if you would've met this Jungkook prior to the man in dark suits, you'd think he came straight from a college dorm. His casual appearance makes him appear younger and more innocent.ย
"Baby." Jungkook's deep voice reaches your ears and all you can do is release a shaky sigh. "I'm sorry for the misunderstanding. You can come home whenever you like."
"Y/N! Why didn't you tell me you had a boyfriend?!" Ye-Rim scolds, her eyes glaring at you. "He came here frantically looking for you!"
You don't respond, unable to. Jungkook was the last person you'd expect to see. How he managed to find you was beyond yourself right now, and all you did know was that whatever he told your sister wasn't the truth.ย
"You left your phone at home and when you didn't come home for a few days I thought you..." Jungkook lowers his eyes to the ground. "...called off the engagement."
"Engagement?" Ye-Rim squeals, so does Soo-ah, the young girl far too engrossed in the conversation than she should be. "Y/L Y/N! Why didn't you tell me you are engaged?!"
Jungkook places the bouquet of flowers onto the coffee table. He rummages through his pockets and takes out a small, rectangular shaped box. Your stomach feels queasy as he opens it, the diamonds shining almost blindly when he holds it out for you. "I changed the ring to something better just for you, baby." he smiles, the smiling mocking you as he steps forward. "I want only the best for you as my fiance."
Soo-ah gasps, she's never seen so many diamonds before in her 9 years of living. Ye-Rim's never had either, and she was nearing her 30's.ย
You were ready to faint - your head was spinning and your stomach felt queasy. Your sister knew nothing of your relationship with Jungkook and you wished it remained that way. You didn't want to fight him in front of her or Soo-ah; Jungkook was unpredictable and the last thing you needed was for him to threaten or hurt them in any way. The fact that he has made himself known and got your sister to like him was a form of manipulation - it had to be!
Jungkook's in front of you now. His dark eyes scan your expression. He shows you the ring, his eyes flicking to it to you. "Put it on." he murmurs to you, inaudible to the watching eyes of your sister and niece. "I'll deal with your punishment later, baby. We can't have my sister-in-law and niece thinking anything is wrong."
You wished you'd ran farther away - somewhere he'd never find you. Now that he knew where your sister resided, the constant fear of him hurting her or Soo-ah remained in your mind. He had you where he wanted you - frightened to ever leave him again.
You allow Jungkook to slide the ring upon your finger. The size was a perfect fit and you could do nothing but allow his arms to wrap around you. He was excited to have you back with him, even if you were sure he'd give you hell later on.ย
"I apologise," Jungkook releases from his hug and pulls you closer, arms around your waist. He turns towards your sister. "for coming unannounced. I went to see Se-hun-hyung and he suggested she'd be here."
Your throat runs dry. He's seen Se-hun...your brother. That means he knows much more than he led on. He speaks of Se-hun as if he was well acquainted with him. You knew for a fact that Se-hun never met Jungkook prior to now and the fact that this man had enough power to find you with little resources tells you that escaping him would never be easy - not wen he was determined to keep you so close.ย
"It's no problem." Ye-Rim smiles at him. Her eyes glance towards you. "Are you alright, Y/N?"
You feel Jungkook's hand squeeze your waist. His lips kiss your temple and all you could do is nod and offer a fake smile. "Just...overwhelmed." you say lowly.ย Of course, it had nothing to do with being a fiance like your sister assumed, but had everything to do with you being stuck with Jungkook for who knows however long.ย
"I would love to have you for dinner tonight." Jungkook says, a smile on his lips. "I've already invited your other siblings to our engagement dinner." Jungkook glances down at you and tilts his head. "If you'd like...we can let the kids play in the pool for a bit while the adults speak."
"You have a pool?!" Soo-ah gasps. She was sold already - and all it took was a pool and a diamond ring.
Jungkook nods, his smile widening. "Big enough for all of you to enjoy."
"Really?" Soo-ah's eyes widened. "There's 9 of us!"
You drown out the conversation. There was nothing you could do now but leave with Jungkook after he gives Ye-Rim the address and what time to be there. He grabs the bouquet of flowers and soon you both are out the door, his waving goodbye to your sister who waves back just as excitedly. As you enter the car, your head is low. He isn't driving this time. You are unsure who it is by the tinted privacy window blocking from witnessing the driver.
Jungkook sits next to you. His demeanor changes as the driver pulls away from your sister's house. He releases a few deep chuckles. "You just keep trying your luck." he murmurs.
You don't say anything and watch the scenery pass by. You're upset with yourself for not fighting back - but there was only so much you're willing to do in front of your family. You knew how unpredictable Jungkook was and you didn't know how he'd ruin their lives if you refused him.
"Are you going to lock me away for a week, again?" you murmur dryly.
"I could." Jungkook retorts. "Not show you any sunlight until our marriage. But what man would I be doing?"
You snort.
"How about I make you a deal." Jungkook says. His hand touches your thigh and rubs gently.
"The last time I made a deal with you, I ended up being forced to marry you." you slap his hand, but he doesn't move it.
"You should be lucky to marry a wealthy man, baby. You spent millions of won on my credit card out of spite - I'm no fool." you hear him say. Your head turns to see his reaction, but you don't get the one you're expecting. "I'm not upset with you, baby. You can spend all of my money."
You frown and roll your eyes back.
"But, what I'm not going to tolerate is you escaping left and right and embarrassing me further. I had to fly home from Japan because Jae-Beom called me frantically." Jungkook squeezes your thigh. "He's on leave, as of right now. He had the simple task of watching you and couldn't even do that."
You glance his way. "What do you mean leave?" you ask lowly. You enjoyed Jae-beom's presence, he was a nice and sweet boy. He made you comfortable in an uncomfortable situation. It wasn't his fault you valued your freedom far too much.
"Jae-beom is loyal. He's not fired, just sent away on an assignment outside of Seoul. I'll have to give you a better caretaker - someone who isn't easy to step on." Jungkook smirks at your attempt to glare at him. "Or I can take you with me next time on business. When we're married, you'll have input on decisions I make."
"I have no interest in making any decisions in your...business." you retort.
"Ah, but you've yet to hear what my new deal is." Jungkook wraps his arms around your shoulders and brings you closer. Your head is in his chest and his hands laid upon your arm. You try to fight, but you aren't a match for him. "It involves your family after all."
Your breathing hitches at the mention of your family. You remain still - Jungkook's fingers rub gently against your arm.
"I bet you didn't think I would find you, baby." Jungkook snickers. "I knew about your family since the day I met you. I do my research. I'm no rookie in this game, Y/N." You feel as though your life was ending. Each revelation Jungkook shows you about himself lets you understand that when he wanted something, nothing was going to halt him from attaining it.
"What do you want?" you sigh out. You were tired of fighting against him. No matter where you ran off to, he was there in a matter of seconds. He found you effortlessly and made an impression on your sister and niece that it was evident they loved him already.
"You, of course. Your love and devotion. I know it won't happen overnight, baby. But you have to stop fighting with me." Jungkook kisses your head. "You have a total of 6 nephews and 3 nieces." Jungkook says. He's done his research. "Ye-Rim has Soo-Ah, who loves to dance but can't seem to afford lessons on her moms salary."
You gulp. Your hand grasps his shirt - you knew where he was going with this.
"Ye-Rim has a hard time keeping a job when she has Soo-ah. I know she's an amazing cook and has dreams of owning her own restaurant." Jungkook's chin lays itself on your head as he speaks. "Se-hun has 4 children who all need to make it to college one day. I know he's created his own manhwa and wishes for it to be published. Even Ye-chan could use some help with her own 4 children. Your family would never see struggle as long as you remain by my side."
You're crying now, the tears falling freely down your cheeks. You felt trapped with no way out. Jungkook was willing to fund your sibling's lifestyle to make their own dreams come true just for your hand in marriage - and an eventual child. It would be selfish to say no to that, wouldn't it? Se-hun works doubles while his wife works part-time whenever she can. They lived in a small 2 bedroom juggling 4 kids. Ye-chan hasn't worked in years with her own 4 kids running around and though Ye-Rim only had 1, it was hard juggling a job while Soo-ah grew older and her needs increased.
"But of course, I don't fully trust you yet." Jungkook murmurs. "I would hate to do this to you, but you proved to me that you cannot fully be trusted."
You remain silent, your ears waiting for him to continue.
"I'm going to have to chip you." Jungkook holds you tighter when you try to push yourself away from him. "Don't be upset. It is a part of the deal, after all. I will need to know where you are at all times in order for me to care for you and your family. If not..." Jungkook shrugs.
"I'm not a dog." you hiss, feeling your anger boiling. The disrespect was growing unbelievable. You were already forced to be married to this man and have a child with him - all because he chose you instead of another woman.
Jungkook strokes your head. "You aren't. But you're not trustworthy. That's the deal, Y/N. Oh, by the way, Hyun-woo is being released from prison." Jungkook says, his chin lifting from your head.
His statement makes your head snap up at him. You scan his eyes with yours for any hint of deceit. "He got over 5 years." you mumble.
"Anyone can be set free for the right price." Jungkook shrugs.
You swallow the lump in your throat. "I don't believe you." It wasn't unbelievable - Jungkook was a man of many wonders. But you didn't want to see him as your sister did - as some sort of Prince Charming coming into your life to sweep you off your feet.
"And that's okay. Someone has to pay for his rehab." Jungkook eyes watch your reaction. You try to hide the surprise, but he catches it. "I'll pay for it all as long as you're by my side. Run again, I'll just find you. But your siblings lives would be the effect of doing so."
"I wonder when Eomma's coming back." Soobin murmurs to himself, his eyes scanning outside the window. She had insisted she was going for a short walk and didn't need him pestering her into going. The walks she went on could last for up to an hour, and with the sun setting he wasn't prepared to not worry for her. It was in his nature.
Soobin strolls through the laundry room where you stand, eyes wide and mouth agape. He furrows a brow at you, freezing into his spot. "Y/N? Are you okay?" he asks. You didn't drop anything by your feet and by the looks of it, you were getting laundry started.
"I...yeah." you softly release a giggle. "Um, I think my water broke." was the response that almost made Soobin faint.
Soobin widen his eyes - so wide that you were sure they would pop out the socket. He starts fumbling with his words, unsure of what he was supposed to do at this moment. His mother wasn't here and he wasn't fit to deliver a child. He glances down by your feet and see's the small puddle - not what he's expected, yet again all the information he ever got from pregnancy was from a movie.
"I think I need to shower." you sigh, shaking your head. Before you do, you start the washer and make your way out of the laundry room, a stunned Soobin behind you.
"You're about to give birth to Jin-Seon!" Soobin gasps. He was more frightened than you were. "What if he pops out of you in the shower and drowns?"
You turn to Soobin to roll your eyes. "Labor can take hours, Soobin." you assure. "Besides, I feel fine now."
Soobin follows behind you in protest. Why in the world did you care about showering at a time like this?
"What if you fall and hurt yourself?" Soobin shakes his head. "This is a bad idea. I'm going to go out and fine Eomma-"
"Soobin." you sigh, raising your hands up at him. "I'll be fine. I promise."
Soobin nods. He was sweating now.
"How about you make us some tea? You look like you need it more than me. I'll be out in a few minutes."
Soobin does as he is told. He's shaking as he makes the tea, his mind screaming that you should be in bed and not showering as if it's a regular day. But, you were stubborn much like his mother. So as he prepares the tea, still shaking with nerves, he places them upon the tray and is about to go towards the guest room when the door opens.
"Eomma!" Soobin sighs in relief, dropping the tray of tea without thinking. It smashed against the floor and all Byeol can do is shake her head. "Damn it," Soobin murmurs between his teeth. "I'll clean this up. Y/N is in labor!"
Byeol can only shake her head. She makes her way towards the laundry room as soon as she hears the dryer go off. Soobin is following behind her in disbelief. "Did you hear me, Eomma? Y/N-"
"Yes." Byeol nods, taking the laundry from the dryer. "Is she in the guest room?"
"She's showering." Soobin throws his arms around in disbelief. "ow could she be showering at a time like this?"
"I was washing dishes when I went into labor with you." Byeol shrugs. "That didn't stop me from washing dishes, either. She'll be okay for now, Soobin."
You're silent the remainder of the ride back to Jungkook's estate. His words are replaying in your mind - your brother being released from prison and sent to rehad. His willing to pay for your siblings dream jobs and your nieces schooling. It was a ploy in your mind, of course. You didn't doubt that he wouldn't pay it, but that meant you would have to be his and go along with the marriage and - unfortunately - give him a child.
The car stops in front of the estate and you release a sigh of defeat. Your escape attempt was once again foiled by Jungkook - this time you had no idea how he knew so much of your siblings. You don't question him, however, not yet. You allow him to hold your hand as he brings you inside the estate. As he opens the door to the estate and walks you inside, your eyes trail along the walls. All familiar pictures - too familiar. As you stroll deeper inside and come to the sitting room, your heart is pounding and your hand unknowingly squeezes Jungkook's.
Jungkook squeezes your hands in return before releasing them. He hugs you from behind, a soft smile on his lips. "I thought you needed something to make you feel more at home." he murmurs in your ear.
Your eyes scan the familiar pictures of you and your family on the walls - some mixed with his own family members, including Jimin and the other men you have yet to officially meet. Your apartment must be no longer yours - the display of pictures and personal belongings told you such. You can even see your diploma from High School hanging next to his own. You hum.
Your eyes catch onto another picture. You tilt your head to get a full look of it. Your breathing slows when you realize it's a picture of you holding Eun-Ji in your arms at lunch, Jungkook seated next to you with a smile. You aren't smiling, but instead looking down at the baby in your arms.
Jungkook catches your vision and smiles. He hugs you closer to his body. "Hyung gave me that picture. Isn't it cute?"
You swallow. You don't recall any of them taking pictures of you at lunch. Your conclusion is that Jung-hyun had cameras in his home - and if that's true, that means he knows of Eun-Young helping you escape. For her sake, you hope the cameras do not extend to Eun-Ji's room. There was something wrong with both of them, something sinister that you're saddened that the two of you got caught into.
"It is cute." you agree. It was better to agree than fight against him. You feel Jungkook hug you tighter, his lips kissing your neck. You're stiff as he does this. You know fighting him would do nothing but make him retaliate. Now that you know that your family's lives are at stake here, you have to think wisely.
"I got you a gift." Jungkook turns you around to go through his pockets. He takes out a phone - not yours, but a brand new one. "I'll be good to you if you're good to me, okay?" Jungkook murmurs, placing the phone into your hands. "Of course there's rules you'll need to follow. No attempting to contact anyone and spreading lies."
You snicker and roll your eyes.
"I've already put your old sim card inside." Jungkook explains. "All of my cards are added on there in case you need something. You have no limit, of course. You know that."
Jungkook was attempting to gain your love and loyalty - it was clear now. The pictures on the walls, the phone, him offering to fund your siblings lifestyle. It was all coming together as one, but it had a price. You being chipped as if you were a pet of his. You weren't fond of the idea - that meant that you'd truly never be able to escape him.
"If you're here to tell me I'm banned from the Brothel, Hyung, then save it." Jungkook huffs out, taking a shot. "I've already been told."
Jungkook himself thought it was ludacris to be banned from an establishment that he had a hand in creating - but he didn't dwell on the fact. He didn't like any of the women there and only went to get the release he needed. It wasn't a secret that he could be a little too rough and degrading to them - but that's what they were paid for. He wasn't there to satisfy them.
Jungkook now sat crossed legged in his sitting room, a bottle of unknown liquor for himself. A few buttons of his shirt were undone and he was ready to drink himself to sleep.
Jin snarls as he looks at Jungkook. He slams the envelope down by his feet on the coffee table. He nods at him, motioning him to open them. Jungkook furrows a brow, but does regardless. He takes the bottle and places it on the ground before grabbing the envelope. "Does this have anything to do with the new port?"
Jin shakes his head. He examines Jungkook's face when he opens the envelope and takes out the pictures of you and the mysterious man. He notices the way his fingers clench onto the pictures of you and the mysterious man, both smiling at one another. His breathing is surprisingly calm, but the way his eyes narrow and his jaw clenches, Jin knows he is anything but.
Jungkook's hands are clenching to the point that he is crumbling the pictures slowly. His vision is getting hazy and all he knows is that he has a desire to put a bullet hole through the man in the picture.
"We found her." Jin's voice catches Jungkook off guard. He forgot the older man was still there - his anger getting the best of him.
Jungkook swallows. He throws the pictures down onto the coffee table, a snarl on his lips. He stands. "Where is she?" he snaps, eyes wide with anger.
"Calm down." Jin demands, raising his hands. "You aren't going to her like this."
Jungkook snaps his head to Jin, a ferocious look in his eyes. "Like hell I'm not!" he hisses. His fists are clenched. In each picture he witnessed, the smile you wore on your lips was genuine to another man. He returned the smile, his eyes seemingly beaming in the pictures as he looked at you.
"You're angry." Jin retorts. "You aren't yourself when you're angry. How about this..." Jin steps towards Jungkook. He knew the pictures would set him off - which is why he waited a week for it to be showed to him. He didn't need Jungkook to act out of impulse and kill everyone in sight because of this. "I'll allow you to go tomorrow when you're calm and sober."
"I'm not drunk." Jungkook deadpans. "What if she isn't there tomorrow?" Jungkook couldn't stand the thought of losing you twice.
"She will be. I promise." Jin assures. By the looks of it, you made yourself comfortable with the unknown man, the smile on your lips is a geniune smile he hasn't seen you wear while with Jungkook. Jin stands straighter, his eyes narrowing at Jungkook. "I'll give you the location tomorrow. Now, clean up around here and yourself for her arrival."
Jungkook nods slowly. Jin's eyes trail along with Jungkook as he takes a hold of the few liquor bottles and the line of shot glasses. He doesn't bother doing anything with them but throwing it away. His mind couldn't stay on one topic. You were alive - and he was grateful. You appeared healthy enough, yes. Face fuller, smile wide and eyes shining. What he didn't expect was the other man in the pictures. His mind was telling him to put a hole - or several - into his body for even daring to look at you that way. But he had to be calm. You were alive and seemingly well. You didn't appear hurt or trapped - and he will tell himself that you were on a vacation of the sorts. Now, it was time for you to come home.ย
"Why do you think she left, hyung?" Jin hears Jungkook ask him after a moment. He's still, not looking at him.ย
Jin swallows. He can't bring it to tell Jungkook the truth of your pregnancy. The truth was - he himself was unsure why you left. He would assume it had to do with the past and the sudden pregnancy, yet he wasn't certain. Telling Jungkook what he did know would for sure send him to a spiral that he wouldn't be able to control without his brothers. It would be a secret he kept to himself and take to his grave - hopefully Yoongi would, as well.ย
"I'm not sure." Jin responds. "What matters now is she's coming home. You and her would be able to reunite." Jin sighs. "You'll have to treat her right, Kookie."
Jungkook looks at Jin.ย
"I'm not saying you haven't. But she isn't like anyone else. She was never dependent on anyone but herself. It would take a while for her to become dependent on you." Jin turns, ready to leave. "Be the man to her you wish your father was. She will come around, I promise."
Jungkook's estate was a wonderland to your nieces and nephews. Like promised, they all swam - except your youngest nephew, he was just a baby. He sat with your sister, Yechan, and Eun-Young, who sat with a sleeping Eun-Ji. Upon their arrival, you got a quick hug from your nieces and nephews before they were outside playing in the pool - being escorted by one of Jungkook's men. You watched from afar. Your siblings children were pure menaces to society, and all of the in one place would sure be hell for whoever was watching them. Soo-ah had her small fist wrapped around one of Jungkook's men's hair, demanding he throw her onto the pool. He does so, making sure she doesn't drown - he'll just have to deal with Jungkook if anything happened to the hellions.
Jungkook and you had dressed for dinner, making sure you two appeared like a lovely couple. You come to realize that Jungkook planned far ahead. Your siblings marveled at the large estate and enjoyed seeing the many pictures hung up - that told you his plan was to make them feel at home and welcomed, even if you didn't. Jungkook and Sehun talked about different animes and manhwa, which surprised you because you never knew Jungkook was a man of such - or was this a facade? He wine-tastes with Ye-Rim and shows Ye-chan the expensive decorative china cabinet he had on display.
You hum, a frown on your lips. Jungkook knew far too much of your siblings, down to what they enjoyed in their free time. You didn't want them to like Jungkook - and you knew they wouldn't if you just told them the truth. But, involving them in this would do more harm than good. So, you respected Jungkook's wishes. You allowed him to wrap his arms around you and give you little kisses here and there - much to your dismay. You gave him tight-knit smiles when you noticed him looking your way and even laughed at jokes your ears never even bother to hear.
All because you knew in the end, your family would be taken care of.
When dinner comes around, the children don't attend - much to the man, whose name is Kai, dismay. There were 8 kids against him, and they were winning. Your siblings, along with Junghyun and Eun-Young, are all sitting around eating the food prepared by the chef. It was flassy and exquisite - a way for Jungkook to show off his wealth. Your ears barely hear what they were speaking of, but knew by the sparkling eyes and smiles that your siblings were enchanted by Jungkook. And once upon a time, you were, as well.
"We have an extra building downtown that could be used as a store." Junghyun nods to Ye-Rim. "We don't use it, right, Kookie?"
Jungkook nods. He takes a sip of his wine, his right hand on your thigh. "I was thinking of selling it." he says. But his eyes catch yours and he smiles. "But Y/N and I thought it could be opened into a resturant for you."
Ye-Rim's eyes widens as she looks between you and Jungkook.
Se-hun gasps, as does Ye-chan.
You avert your eyes, feeling Jungkook's hands squeeze your thighs. "That's true." you nod in agreement.
"We wanted to give back to you all." Jungkook smiles. "And invest in your dreams. And our nieces and nephews. I envy such a big family Y/N has."
You sigh inaudibly, but allow your lips to form a smile to your speechless siblings. Soon, Jungkook is making meeting arrangements with Se-hun and Ye-Rim to open their businesses. No matter how many times Ye-chan politely declines, she eventually gives into the funds Jungkook wants to arrange for her and her children. Your siblings were sold, and soon you'll be, too.
Towards the end of the night when the children were far too tired to keep harassing poor Kai and dinner was done, the house was quiet again. You climbed the stairs to the bedroom to get changed. Your siblings had hugged you tightly, exclaiming that you found the perfect fiance - if they only knew.
"Eun-Young." you bowed as you witness her passing you, a sleeping Eun-Ji in her arms.
"Y/N." she smiles, her voice low and soft. Jungkook and Jung-hyun were speaking elsewhere, possibly of illegal arrangements. "I hope you're alright."
You nod. She was the sole person who could relate to your situation. You wish you could see her more often.
"I hope you don't mind...I left something in your room." she murmurs, her eyes telling you something deeper without saying a word. "Please get it before he does."
You watch her walk past you and down the same stairs you came up from. You make your way to the bedroom, seeing the small rectangular box laid on top of the made bed. You lift it up and scan it - nothing out of the ordinary. You open the box, examining the small, circular pills. Your heart skips a beat. A small paper laid inside of it.
'Please hide these somewhere safe. I'd hate to see you go through the same I have.'
You're mentally thanking Eun-Young. You are unsure how she managed to get her hands on birth control, but you're thankful. You counted at least a year's supply of it. You take the box and make your way to the closet, finding the best spot would be deep inside one of the many designer purses Jungkook got you. You take one before you do - it was a matter of time before Jungkook would want to be intimate with you.
"Baby?" Jungkook's voice calls. You scurry to make your way to the opened closet door before he comes. "There you are." he coos, smiling fondly at you.
You nod your head at him. He comes closer to you, wrapping you in a hug. You allow him, your cheek against his chest.
"I'm proud you didn't embarrass us today." Jungkook says, chin on your head. You bite back a remark. "It's easier that way, Y/N. You'll have everything you want in the long run."
"And what if what I want you refuse to give me?" you ponder aloud.
"Then you'll have to think of something you know I would give you, silly." Jungkook releases you, his hands holding yours. His eyes flicker to your face. "Have you thought about what we discussed?"
"With you chipping me as if I'm not a human being?" you retort, snatching your hands away from him. You turn away from him.
"I wouldn't have to if I could trust you, baby." Jungkook sighs. "You ran from me twice already. I can't have you attempting it again."
Your mind races. You thought about the previous conversation, how he would give you whatever you desired. You'd have to make a horrible situation into a less ideal one. Your turn back to him, his eyes watch you curiously. You were going to have to fake it until you had his trust - then you'd be freed.
You wrap Jungkook into a hug, head in his chest. He was taken aback, but he hugs you nonetheless.
"How would you be able to find me if I'm chipped?" you question.
"Through my phone." Jungkook responds. "It'll allow me to see where you're at. At all times."
You nod your head. It was unsettling, but if he was going to hold your family against you, then you'd have to give it your all. "What about you?"
"What about me?" Jungkook responds.
"I want to know where you're at when we're not together." you lift your head from his chest and look into his eyes. They were wide with bewilderment. "Your job isn't...exactly safe. It'll give me peace of mind knowing where you're at. And you can do the same for me."
If you were going to be chipped like a dog - then he would have to be, as well.
Before he could respond, you place your lips on his. Jungkook shudders, her grip on you tightening.
"Okay." Jungkook agrees when you push away.
You smile at him. Slowly, you'll gain his trust. Then, you'll plan your freedom.
Soobin sighs in relief when he hears the faint cries of a baby. It had been hours upon hours of the labor. His mind thought the baby would come within the next 45 minutes, not the next 12 hours. He couldn't stay past 5 minutes in the same room as you. You were sweating and crying when he did and that nearly made him cry. Instead he remained outside the room, assisting whatever way he could. He had to remember to thank his own mother for going through with what he had to hear you go through.
Within the next hour he finally makes his appearance in the guest room, only poking his head in. He doesn't enter, still frightened, but he does see the small mop of dark hair that you're cradling in your arms. Your eyes are on him - Jin-Seon - a warm curve to your lips. It was a beautiful sight to see, after all. A mother's love was strong.
Byeol had bathed the baby before she had given him to you and left the room to give the two of you privacy.ย You were exhausted. Your eyes were droopy and your head was hurting, but the small noises Jin-Seon made was worth the hours of pain you endured.ย
The next day, Soobin's friend had returned to check on you and the baby. She assured you and Byeol everything was alright and healthy. She stitches the tears before leaving, stating she could return a week from then.ย
"You don't want to hold him?" you ask Soobin after a week, whose head dart up at your question.ย
"I-I don't want to drop him!" Soobin shakes his head. "Or squeeze him. What if he doesn't like me? Orย make him cry?"
You laugh at the many scenarios Soobin goes through. "He's only a week old." you retort. "He's not going to mind you holding him. Here."
Soobin is terrified. It was as though Jin-Seon wasn't a newborn baby and instead a grown man threatening his life. He sits next to you, gulping. Gently, you place Jin-Seon in his arms. The baby blinks his eyes a few times at Soobin - who is so scared, yet flattered at the acknowledgment. Soobin's stiff, afraid that if he moves Jin-Seon would be uncomfortable and never allow him to be held again.
Jin-Seon stretches in Soobin's arms. He opens his small lips wide and turns his head to Soobin's chest.ย
"Ah, he's hungry." you giggle at the sight of your son. You take him back, preparing to feed him.ย
Soobin lightly chuckles. He stands. "Thank you." he nods.ย
You furrow a brow at him. "For what?"
"For everything." Soobin murmurs. "For giving birth to Jin-Seon. For trusting me to hold him."
You release a laugh, but your smile is bright. Soobin was a breath of fresh air. Byeol raised him to be one of a kind - and you're grateful that fate has brought you to him and Byeol. "You don't need to thank me, Soobin. I should be thanking you for being an amazing friend to me." you admit. "I'm not sure where Jin-Seon and I would be if it wasn't for the two of you."
The room would have been dark if it wasn't for the flickering candle on the nightstand close to Jungkook and the moon shining peaking through the curtains. Jungkook had suggested it would calm any nerves - it was eucalyptus and mint. It was calming, you'd give him that, however you refused to sleep. Jungkook's arms wrapped around you tightly, his lips buried in your neck. You could hear his breathing and feel his warm breath against you.
You remove yourself from him, your back leaning against the headboard. Jungkook doesn't wake and instead goes onto his back and continues his slumber. Your eyes watch his body through the dim flickering lights, his chest contracting and releasing with each breath he takes. You've never seen Jungkook sleep officially. The first night you slept besides him you were so exhausted that you slept all the way through. It's been weeks since you've shared a bed with him.ย
Your eyes are narrow. He was sleeping peacefully, almost like a baby. His lips were spread just as his limbs were. He was in an utterly peaceful deep sleep. That irrated you.ย
You pondered if you hated Jeon Jungkook. The answer should be easy. He forced you into an engagement and refused to let you go. However, he did get your brother removed from prison and sent to a rehab. He is giving Ye-Rim her own restaurant to start. He's allowing Se-hun to have his own Manhwa published around the nation and Yechan a lumpsum of money to live comfortably. Could you hate a man who is willing to do that just for your hand in marriage?
Your mind never wandered to a dark place. You never thought about harming yourself to get rid of Jungkook. But, what if you harmed him...? Surely that would allow you the freedom you needed. Yes, you would possibly not be given any money but...
You swallow. Slowly, you lift yourself, throwing your legs around Jungkook. You sit directly on top of him. He wore nothing but the boxer briefs to bed and you hum. Slowly, your hands placed themselves onto Jungkook's face, your eyes watching him lick his lips as he slowly regain consciousness.ย
You then slowly trailed your hands from his face to his neck, then his shoulders. Jungkook's eyes flutter open, his eyes trying to adjust to the room to see you on him. Quickly - far too quickly - did you feel him grow hard beneath you. His hands grab your hips. "Are you okay, baby?" Jungkook's voice was raspy and deep when he spoke to you.
You hum out a response and nod. You are unsure about what you're doing. You grind your hips against him. Jungkook bites his lips, nails digging into your hips. He's keeping you steady so you won't move away from him.ย
Your keep the grinding pace, your right hand slowly trailing upwards. You lean down, your lips centimeters from his. You can feel his breathing hitch as you caught his lips on your own.
Jungkook's hands are on your ass now. He feels euphoric to have you on him without him initiating it. You remove his lips from yours, giving it a quick bite before moving away entirely. His eyes are closed, goosebumps filling his body entirely. Then, he releases a sharp, loud scream when he feels a sudden hot feeling onto his chest.ย
You tilt your head, a satisfied smirk on your lips as you watch Jungkook squirm beneath you when the candal wax reaches his bare chest. Jungkook jolts up, the candle falls next to you on the bed. Luckily you had made sure to blow the fire out. You feel Jungkook grab both of your wrist, a wide eyed expression on his face.ย
"Did that hurt?" you murmur, trying not to laugh at the situation.ย
Jungkook licks his lips. "Why'd you do that?"
Jungkook wasn't sure if he was upset or horny. The sudden feeling of the candle on his catches him off guard, yet it does nothing but make his cock twitch.ย
"You looked too peaceful for my liking." you shrug. You were unsure yourself. You wanted to hurt him, to make him feel pain like you did.ย
Jungkook connects your lips with his. It catches you by surprise the way he does it so needily.
"I feel like you want to hurt me, baby." Jungkook murmurs. He sends kisses against your skin. "I want you to sit on my face."
You push yourself back. "What?" you stammer.ย
Jungkook chuckles. "I want you to sit on my face." he repeats. "I want to taste you. It's obvious you want to hurt me but don't want to go to great lengths in doing it."
You could only stare at Jungkook as he speaks. He amazes you - his logic.ย
"I'll allow you to hurt me. As long as it doesn't go too far." Jungkook mumbles. He licks his lips at the thought of you sitting on his face.ย
"You...liked that?" you stammered again. A part of you was hoping he'd want nothing more to do with you.
Jungkood nods hastily. At your hesitance, he tilts his head. "Has anyone ever ate you out?"
You shake your head. The conversation was growing suffocating.ย
Jungkook's cock leaps again. "You don't have to do anything you don't want to." he quickly exclaims. "I just want you to sit on my face and throw more candle wax on me."
Jungkook was a masochist. That caught you off guard. His eyes were gleaming for you to do it, almost begging.ย
"O...Okay." you agree hesitantly. Jungkook can feel you clench your legs, and that tells him you want the same thing as him.ย
"Turn around." he commands. Your back is facing him. He grabs the candle and places it into your hands. "Let's light it." he speaks more to himself than you. The electric lighter is on the nightstand when he grabs it. He wastes no time in lighting it for you. "Okay, are you ready?"
You aren't sure if you were, but you nod your head. You feel him gently grip the shorts you wore and begin to tug them down, along with the underwear beneath them. You're now bare in front of him - something you've never been. Jungkook sucked in a breath. He grabs you. You yelp when he lays his body down on the bed, you on top of him. "W-What if I suffocate-"
"It'll be alright." Jungkook hastily responds. He doesn't care if you suffocate him - it'll be a good way to pass out.ย
You slowly lean down, and Jungkook takes this as his moment to stick his tongue out and swipe it along your clit. Both of you shudder. Goosebumps prickle along your arms at the weird - yet satisfying - sensation of Jungkook's tongue. Both of his hands hold your thighs close so you don't attempt to move away from him.ย
You release a moan that strives for Jungkook to lick against your faster. He pushes you down onto him so you're straddling his face, his head moves from side to side. You could hear his tongue lap between your folds, your wetness and his saliva mixing into one. The act of getting eaten out was new to you - it reminded you of wet kisses. It was a pressure that sat on the edge of your stomach. You felt your body tingling all over.ย
You nearly forgot the candle was in your hands until you felt Jungkook jump beneath you. You had unintentionally dripped the candle wax onto his stomach. By the way Jungkook does nothing but lick you harder, you deem that he enjoys the sudden act of pain.ย
You stagnately grind against his tongue, a bite of your lip. The feeling was amazing, and a part of you hated it. You didn't want Jungkook to make you feel this good; afraid that you would become too blind to leave.
You whimper when Jungkook harshly slaps your ass, and in retaliation you drip some more wax onto him, this time on his abdomen.ย
Jungkook moans against your clit, his tongue entering inside of you. You were definitely a virgin, far too tight for your (and his) own good. He's having the time of his life beneath you and feels as though he can eat you out for hours. The euphoric slight burning sensation to his skin, mixed with the sounds of your moans has him dripping with Pre-Cum. He wish he could fuck you - but he decides he'd rather wait.
You're caught off guard when Jungkook lifts himself up. In a swift movement he grabs the candle and nearly throws it onto the nightstand. He flips you so now you're beneath him. He kisses your lips - the wet juices now staining your lips. "I'm going to make you cum, okay baby?" Jungkook mewls. Your legs are wide open for him and all you can do is nod.ย
His fingers play with your clit. His eyes watch your expressions with lustful eyes. He begins to rub, the sounds of your arousal is a sound he never wants to forget.ย
Your head is pushed back. Jungkook slaps your legs open each time you attempt to close them. His submissive behavior is gone, and now he is determined to make you cum by all means.ย
"I'm going to enter two fingers inside of you." Jungkook says. "It'll feel good eventually. I promise."
The push of his fingers inside of you makes you clench your eyes shut at the pressure. It's an act you haven't even done yourself, but slowly with each thrust of his fingers, it begins to feel good.ย
Jungkook makes sure to go slow and steady, not too much to upset you and cause any discomfort. He can't help but marvel at how beautiful you look. The candle is still flickering and the moon is shining through the curtains and onto your face so heavenly. "You're so beautiful, baby." Jungkook moans.
With quivering eyes, you open them and look at Jungkook. His thrust comes more rapidly, and you can feel a weird sensation deep in your stomach. You hold eye contact with him. Your mouth opens to stutter out a throaty moan and soon you feel a sensation pool out of you.ย
Jungkook moans with you. He doesn't care how messy you are while cumming, he enjoys it. It pools out of you hastily and you fall back into the pillows, hooded eyes staring into him.ย
Jungkook removes his fingers from inside of you. Eyes still looking into yours, he offers you a smile.ย
You had came while looking into his eyes. You were utterly fucked.ย
You're washing dishes - something you do when you're nervous. You're trying to ease your paranoia and think of something other than Byeol. You were alone with Jin-Seon for the night - at least until Soobin came home from the hospital. Byeol had been sick for a few days, but insisted she was fine. That was until the older woman was coughing up blood and had no choice but to go to the Hospital.
You hoped Byeol was well - you loved the older woman as if she was your own mother. She cared for you without knowing your back story. She loved Jin-Seon as if he was her flesh and blood - just as Soobin did. Their lack of judgment is what makes you worry for them. Their kind souls are too good for this world.
Your ears perk up when you hear rusting coming from the door. You don't turn around quickly, knowing it had to be Soobin entering. You turn off the water and flap your hands around. "Is she alright?" you asked Soobin. "I can't believe she..."
You turn around and your face falls and you stiffen.
"Y/N. Baby." Jungkook says. His eyes are shining when he sees you. It's been months and he feels as though he could cry in excitement. "You're beautiful. Glowing." he murmurs.
"Jungkook. W-What...how-"
Jungkook comes closer and you're trembling. He was the last person you were expecting to see. After the months - almost a year - of not seeing him, your mind told you that you were safe from seeing him. Your heart wished he found someone else to fulfil his desires of a wife and child.
"I looked everywhere for you." Jungkook saunters closer. "I've spent millions of won to just find you. It's as though you're determined to make my life a living hell." Jungkook laughs - a deprived but genuine laugh. "I've killed so many men for you. I put bullets into men for you..." he steps closer. "I bent over backwards for you, Y/N."
Your heart is beating out your chest. Your eyes trail behind him and besides him to look for an opening to run. You do, but you can hear him close behind you. As you reach the closed door to your room, you feel Jungkook's hands in your hair. As you open it hastily, it closes with a loud bang. You curse - Jin-Seon would surely wake up by the sound.
Jungkook pushes you back and tugs you into a tight hug. His nose is in your hair and he's inhaling as if your scent was the most delicious scent he's ever smelt. "I've missed you, Y/N." he murmurs against your skin. "Why'd you leave me, baby? Bam and Rasu misses you! I've been a mess without you. Namjoon-hyung said I'll never find you again but I knew he was wrong."
You feel the tears roll down your cheeks now. You let out a defeated sob. You thought that you'd finally be done with the man that was Jeon Jungkook.
Jungkook turns to you, shaking his head. He holds your head in his hands. His thumb wipes your tears. "You know I hate seeing you cry, baby. Come back home." he pleads. You can hear his voice crack. "We can-"
A loud cry erupts, and now you're frightened. Jungkook's head snaps up to the bedroom door, his doe eyes wide with confusion. He hears it, the curling cries of what sounds like a baby.ย
"Please, Jungkook." you cry. But Jungkook doesn't listen. He pushes past you to open the door to the room.ย
Jungkook eyes the small baby crying, their tiny fists balled. Their face was red, the tears rolling down his cheeks.
Jungkook turns his head to you, his face expressionless.ย
"Jung-"
"You were pregnant." Jungkook whispers. It wasn't a question. His eyes swirl around the room. He sees the amount of natural tones, but can still see the little hints of blue. Above the bed, he reads the name. "Jin-Seon."
Jungkook's hand reaches out for the child. He places a finger onto his cheek to wipe the tears. Jin-Seon's cries turn to soft whimpers.ย
"You kept my child from me." Jungkook was no fool - you weren't gone long enough to be pregnant by another man. "You kept everything from me." Jungkook swallows. He was angry - but he could feel the corner of his eyes swell. His mind races to you being pregnant, which would explain the glow and the fullness in your face and body. He imagines Jin-Seon - his son - growing inside of you, kicking and moving.ย
"Y/N? Are you awake?"
Jungkook's head snaps up.ย
Soobin was home, much to your dismay. You shake your head at Jungkook, your hands grabbing his. "Please don't, Jungkook." you plead with him. The crazed look in Jungkook's eyes told you what he was going to do upon seeing Soobin.ย
"I'll deal with you later, Y/N." Jungkook hisses and he leaves out the room, his eyes wandering down the hall to Soobin, who is doing the same to the man coming out of your room.ย
If you aren't tagged, I apologize. Tumblr for some reason won't let me :(
hi friends !! Iโm in the mood for Easter-themed things ๐ฃ send requests, besties, and Iโll pick a few. [original post] | PSA | PSA2
๐ฉ๐๐ซ๐ญ๐ฒ ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐๐ง๐ฌ:
๐๐๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐ซ-๐ญ๐ก๐๐ฆ๐๐ | April 17-18 (REQUESTS ARE CLOSED)
ห*๏ฝก:ยฐ๊จย ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐ข๐ง๐๐จ๐ฑ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐จ๐ฉ๐๐ง:ย we can talk about anythingandIโll also be answering older asks !!
ห*๏ฝก:ยฐโพ ๐ฌ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐ฌ๐ค๐ฌ/๐ซ๐๐ช๐ฎ๐๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฌ: must be related to the party theme! these can be about any of my current works or fresh ideas/prompts (หหห๐๐๐ข๐ง ๐๐๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐ซ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฌ๐ญหหห โ ๐๐๐๐ฌ) โ (CLOSED)
๐๐ฑ๐๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐๐ฌ: eggs hunts, dad!character x mom!reader, bunny hybrid!reader, open to soft dark/dark, milf/dilfโsend anything !!
all asks/drabbles/things related to my party will be tagged under: #sunny bunny party& all drabbles will be reblogged onto my library: @onsunnysidelibrary
new survey: ๐๐ก๐จ ๐ก๐๐ฌ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ก๐๐๐ซ๐ญ? (๐๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ซ๐๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐๐จ๐๐ฌ๐ง'๐ญ ๐๐๐ฌ๐๐ซ๐ฏ๐ ๐ข๐ญ) for the HCV fellas
๐ ๐จ๐จ๐๐ข๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ฌ: drabbles, etc.
updated as theyโre posted | [smut*]
big mean Curtis stumbling upon a defenseless bunny!reader | see tag #hunter Curtis AU for asks
dark-ish!dilf neighbour!Ari Levinson x pastorโs daughter!reader*
TE: Bambiโs first egg hunt | rocks & Steve the candy thief | candy-coma
SOS: Curtis coming home for easter* | dress-up with Curtis* (just some dirty talk) | egg hunt at the local church*
cevans!characters x bunny!reader*
ATA: brat tamer!Ari* | soup kitchen surprise
HCV: painting eggs with Ransom
CL: Easter dinner with Steve (& family)*
mr. Easter!Lloyd Hansen (soft dark, teacher!reader)*
dark!ex!Bryce Langley chasing you through the woods*
HCV (Alternative Version): Kalopsia โ The Hunt*
dark!breeder!Steve Rogers x innocent!bunny!reader ft. ex con!Ransom Drysdale & ex con!Andy Barber (hybrid breeding industry fic aka steve is involved in it and a big boss daddy/kingpin)*
roommate!Jake Jensen finds bunny!reader in heat*
Cruel: Easter with the dilfs*
youโre bought by breeder!Steve to breed with his wolf hybrid!Bucky*
dbf!Stucky come over for Easter*
single milf!professor!reader x college student!Steve
Reminder: my blog is 18+ โ minors DNI. | P.S. I know for some people there is religious meaning, practices & traditions for this holiday, if this party makes you uncomfortable, please block the tag: #sunny bunny party. This party is just for fun and because I need a break ! The Easter theme has no religious ties.
