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. Pottery nerd. INFP. Autumn lover

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yayandere bts reaction to their s/o having self harm scars

‧R E A C T I O N S‧

Mafia!Yandere BTS REACTION: you’re scared  ☾

BTS as Yanderes based on their zodiac natal chart ☽

Yandere!BTS reaction: you’re arguing and you snap ☾

Yandere! BTS reaction to you giving silent treatment ☾

Yandere! BTS reaction of their s/o being innocent/pure  ☾

Yandere! BTS reaction to their s/o getting arrested ☾

Yandere! BTS reaction: you’re sick ☾

Yandere!BTS reactionL to Falling for You while Being in a Relationship

Yandere!BTS reaction: you have a stalker

yandere!BTS reaction: they’ve broken you ☾

S E O K J I N

Nothing yet

M I N  Y O O N G I

A box made out of glass

So we meet | tattoo!artist yoongi

Moon // a place for us to stay |yandere!royal yoongi //prob my fav

Ghost Love | Yoongi x reader x Jimin//kind of yandere

J U N G  H O S E O K

Soft!Yandere Hoseok: he’s jealous of your friends.

Soft!Yandere Hoseok: he’s jealous of you and Taehyung

tell me when it’s over

K I M  N A M J O O N

Nothing yet

P A R K  J I M I N

Soft!Yandere Jimin: he thinks you’re going to leave him

“Look me in the eyes, tell me you love me. Even if it’s fucking fake.” 

Ghost Love | Yoongi x reader x Jimin//kind of yandere

K I M  T A E H Y U N G

Yandere!Taehyung: You’ll never walk away

Yandere!Taehyung: Red is the perfect color on your skin

J E O N  J E O N G G U K

Perfect yet so Cruel  (Yandere!Jungkook!Demon October Series)

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Soft!Yandere Jungkook: Broken

Secret Admirer masterlist

yandere!prince!jungkook

sure you get lonely  (sometimes) | soft!mafia!yandere Jungkook

soft!yandere!Jungkook: he’s not obsessed with you // LITERALLY MY FAV FIGHT ME

yandere!Jungkook: you hit him during an argument

O T 7 S E R I E S

i’ll be running until the sun comes out | ot7!yandere x reader

Taste of Menace MASTERLIST

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i’ll be running until the sun comes out | ot7!yandere x reader

— Masterlist in my bio

— Pairings | ot7 x reader for now

— Through the story | reader x others as the story progresses

— Warning | this story contain violance ; mental health ; read at your own risk

— Summary | You were trapped inside until your sanity was holding on the last threads, once you’ve lost yourself, it’s time to shape you into a perfect lover that will help you to survive, but what happens when you’re not the only one who wants to stay alive?

The air was humid and hot, leaving you feeling constantly sticky. Slowly, as all of your senses seemed to come back, something itched under your skin.

Tilting your head back, you released a quiet breath that felt like all of your bones were fractured in million pieces. It was so, so dark, you were reminded of all of the fears you had as a kid of the monsters creeping out from under the bed.

Good thing there was no bed, no furniture, nothing.

All it really was a concrete box.

The walls were crumbling, you could feel bits of it sticking to your skin. If you took the edge of your nail you could dig at the softening mortar between the distressed bricks. You think it’s the damp. . No matter the weather outside the floor is always wet in there; probably an underground spring surfaces just outside the walls and soaks the mud you sleep on as it passes. Sometimes you wished this tiny cube of brick would decay faster and strong winds and rain of the storm but knock it down.

You don’t know how long you’ve been there, you lost the number days ago or maybe even months.

On the days you get a glass of water, with sore throat you sing the same one line of a half-forgotten song over and over until you loose the last threads of sanity you try to cling to.

On the worse days all you can do is swing between crying for the unknown and battling invisible demons.

Here you could feel the icy grip of death and obscurity. You couldn’t remember where were you when it all happened, you couldn’t remember why it happened in the first place, you couldn’t remember anything but a stupid one line of a stupid song.

You couldn’t remember yourself.

That was the worse of this five-star cell stay in.

For the first time in forever the lights flickered and you could feel the walls screaming in pain, the lifeless shadowed figures curled up in the corners of their cell, whispering their demented secrets. Blood was everywhere. Now you knew the metallic scent never came from the rusty door rather from the walls surrounding you.

The doors sharply opened revealing you to a very bright light and a tall man.

“Stand up and come here, the time has come.”

Stepping out you could see other females doing the exact same thing, you always thought the cries echoing through the hall was just your vivid imagination, but guess not.

Looking around you could see so many young girls but their eyes were so inhuman it was scary.

The hell broke loose as one of the smaller woman screeched, rattling the doors, throwing herself around, shouting some kind of words you couldn’t completely catch, she began kicking and throwing punches at the remaining males.

Everything happened in a spare of minute as they tackled her to the ground and sliced her throat.

“That’s what happens when you don’t obey us” the guy smirked wiping the knife bloody blade with the tips of his fingers.

You felt sick and if it wasn’t for the lack of any food or liquid in your stomach you would’ve thrown up right there.

**

It all felt wrong.

There was something so sinister about the way the seven men smiled at all of you, about the way everyone acted there.

 Everything about that place felt off.

The room was dimly lit with the vintage wall sconces that hung on the dark coloured walls like earrings. Thick cherry curtains hid the long windows across the walls, just leaving a shy peak of the woods beyond. Two antique couches stood the opposite sides of each on the hand-woven rug in front of the ashen fireplace, accompanied by rich velvet and bronze wing-chairs that stood as a sidekicks.

The way they stood radiating power felt scripted like something similar has happened before.

All of you were standing in perfect line, some girls were shaking others were frankly looking around.

You didn’t move, the imagine of sliced throat still on your mind, you were terrified to move, uncomfortable to look at anyone’s eyes like it was going to burn you.

The most important aspect of being a human was communication and human’s touch.

So why were you acting so inhuman?

“I’m sure you’re wondering why we’ve gathered all of you here after such a long time, right?” the man standing in the middle asked, suddenly getting everyone’s attention.

From the side view you caught two or three girls quickly nodding their heads.

Once again looking around he asked “Do you know your names?”.

What a stupid question to ask, you thought, but just then you realized that so many girls were frowning like they were asked something ridiculous, what the hell was going on.

One, two, three…Five girls stepped to the front, ruining the perfect line, few of the men frowned while the others couldn’t help but smirk.

Like chesire cat-like smile.

You stayed silent, you were all battered and bruised both physically and mentally from what had just happened to you, exhausted in a way that was felt down to your very souls, and very much looking forward to resting and taking some time to heal.

For once you were glad of your decision because as soon as they said their names, they were escorted back to the cells.

“I guess they need more time and some time alone” the black-haired guy chuckled making the others laugh.

They were forcing you to forget yourselves, the human side of you, but why? For what?

Soon your questions were answered as the shortest male stepped to the front.

“All of you who are ready, welcome!” he cheered, his whole body moving as he laughed. “With running years we’ve realized that life is just too short to try and find true love! That’s why we’ve gathered you for a game of survivor, a game that will shape you into the perfect lovers!”

You froze, cold sweat ran throughout your body.

No no no, this was not happening.

There was a loud banging noise as the clock shoved it was midnight.

A sickening grin stretched across their lips.

“It’s time to play!”

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sure you get lonely  (sometimes) | soft!mafia!yandere Jungkook

//the request:  Heya! Can I please request a Soft!Yandere/mafia au Jungkook x female reader imagine where she asks him to cuddle and give her kisses for the first time since he kidnapped her (she used to be terrified of him), and when he says I love you, she tells him that she loves him back and feels safe with him. Jungkook is beyond ecstatic that she has finally given in and warmed up + hugs, kisses, and cuddles! -😘💜

by: kpopgirlbtssvt

hope you enjoy!  ♡

They say life is an unwritten book. You get to be the star of your own story, crafting it day by day, but this so loved and cherished  role was taken away from you.  Grabbed from your grasp so quickly and smoothly you didn’t even realize until it was too late. 

Because who clutches life and freedom close to their heart, no one, at least not until it’s too late.This roller coaster, called life, astounds you with a sudden feeling of wonder and astonishment at times or strikes you nefariously, without a warning. At a point it’s like a congruous, concordant blend of bliss and felicity and at other times it’s just outrageously wicked. It lets you experience mirth at the fullest, then leaves you despondent and in a state of melancholy.

That’s how life is.

And you hated the one who managed to stole it from you. It’s not fair.

But you’re a human and constantly denying the warmth and love the other is trying to give you is exhausting.

We are born to be loved and nurtured, and to do the same for others. We are born to be in tribes with social bonds that last a lifetime.

The rain was pouring hard and you could barely see the outside with how blurred the glass windows became. You were planning on lazing around // not like you could do anything else // maybe watch a movie or have a killer war of tetris.

But then the unexpected happens, the doors are pushed open and Jungkook comes in – completely soaked by the rain.

Your eyes follow every single of his movement, the way he slowly moves towards the bathroom, not before taking a glance towards your away, but this time he looks exhausted and not ready for your yet another rejection or a snarky comment.

Because he never knew what he did bad, he did it out of love, so why weren’t you loving him back?

Don’t they say soulmates fall in love easily? Because the universe is never wrong and Jungkook knows, you’re his soulmate.

So what’s wrong? Why were you resisting the fate, the obvious?

The pouring rain seemed to pour even more ache into your soul.

“D-do you want a cup of tea? To warm up?” you didn’t raise your head when you asked him, instead you were looking down as you were getting up from the warm bed, but you heard the small crashed you caused.

“Okay”.

♡ ♡ ♡

As you make your way to the familiar room, you see Jungkook already in bed with warm sweats and a TV remote in his hands.

Carefully you place one of the cups next to the male’s side before sitting on your side of the bed.

The room is drowning in darkness with only small light coming from the TV. 

Any other time you would’ve covered yourself in thick blankets and turned your back to him, never letting a word or two slip your lips, but you were exhausted and so completely drained.

So this time you face him.

“Can we cuddle?” you ask in a voice so quiet it is almost a whisper. You were looking down, avoiding eye-contact.

You feel Jungkook freeze, the movie he was watching completely forgotten. The mattress shifts and as fast as you can, you close your eyes, not daring to look at him.

With no further waiting, he pulls you in a hug and when you’re not trying to lie to yourself, you notice how gentle he is, like you’re made out of paper and one drop of rain coming through the window will be enough to melt you. 

He rubs your back in comfort and only tightens his embrace as you let out a sigh.

“This doesn’t feel as bad, now does it?” he asks, amusement at the tip of his tongue.

 In return you hum putting your head in the crook of his neck.

Inhaling you notice he smells like vanilla and it’s no longer the sickening scent, rather something you would pour in whatever to make the worries go away.

And just like every single night he whispers ‘I love you’.

And instead of twisting a knife into his heart just like you every single night before, right then you say it back, quietly almost sure he won’t hear it because the rain is louder than your feelings.

But he hears you, he always does.

Jungkook’s grip on your waist tightens, his eyes starts watering as he presses his hot lips against your forehead.

He’s smiling. 

He’s crying too.

You’re not sure if you’re in love with him or the safeness and eternity he’s providing you with, but for now it’s enough.

Yeah, it’s enough.

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Secret Admirer | yandere!jungkook |1|

Summary-  ❝ There’s just something special about seeing someone lose their mind over love. ❞

Warning-  This work is pure fiction. I do not believe any of the mentioned members would display any sort of this behavior in real life. Contains violence, manipulation, disability.

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Your fingers twitched, your eyes scanned over the messy notes scrawled upon your iPad.

The turned on night lamp was useless as the light was starting to come through the dirty, finger-printed window.

It’s royal blue paint glistening in the first golden rays of the day.

A frown downs upon your face as you let out a sigh of frustration. Quietly you walk towards the window to open it, it was still early, the only time of the day when people can rest from the whir of the machines.

Hands pressed to the cold wooden windowsill you shift towards the outside and look towards, not down, there was still fear creeping on behind you that the wall could just collide and there would be no exception, only to fall and smash against the concrete.

The buildings are silhouettes against a crimson sky, the air felt refrigerated, that same coolness combined with moisture - perfection.

You eyed it for a few seconds before straightening up and going back to the table, you had to finish your assignment even if your brain was as a flat battery.

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You gently shook Jimin by the shoulders to wake him up, he looked like a baby burrowed into the warm, soft sheets.

His eyelids fluttered and you couldn’t help but coo as he lifted his arms upon his face.

Giggling you shook him again, this time with a little more force.

“Jimin, you have to wake up” you whispered out of habit, even though you knew he won’t be able to hear you.

Slowly and reluctantly, he uncovered his face, blinked, closed his eyes, and blinked again. Streaks of sunlight penetrate the window and blinded him. He sat up, dragged his feet off the bed, and rubbed his knuckles into his eyes. He stretched his arms above his head and yawned.

You watched his legs dangle above the pastel blue polyester carpet. Still, sleepy his eyes fell over your figure and the papers scattered over the table with two cups smeared with your lip tint.

He reached for his phone before typing something and clicking the ‘send’ button.

It wasn’t long until you heard the familiar ding and vibration pace that was specially made for Jimin’s messages.

‘ Did you stay awake again? ’

You shyly smiled before nodding. Before you could even see the concern on his face you clicked to write.

‘ Don’t worry Jiminie, it’s fine, now go and get ready, we’ll leave soon ’ you typed back and waited for him to go.

Once you heard the shower running, you sank down to the cold ground. The weather was getting colder with each passing week and you had no idea how were you going to be able to pay for the heating after the bills of the hospital treatment were still screaming at you.

But as long as Jimin okay, you’ll be fine. Both of you will be fine.

The guilt was like gasoline in your guts. Your insides died slowly in the toxicity, needing no more than a spark to set it ablaze. The fire burnt you out so badly there was nothing left but a shell.

You knew Jimin didn’t blame you, he said it so many times you almost believed it, but there was a monster living inside of you telling you that it was your fault.

And you wished you had a magic sleeping pill for it.

Sadly, you didn’t.

-

The walk to the nearest coffee shop was drowning in silence, not that it bothered you. It was an arrangement both of you had agreed on.

No sign language, no strange or frustrated gestures in public, just you and Jimin gripping onto each other’s hands, now losing Jimin in a busy street would feel equal to a parent losing their kid in a supermarket.

The headache you had since the clock struck 5 a.m.was starting to go away as both of you sat at the furthermost table. The cafe itself was inviting and warm. The lo-fi playlist was like a siren’s melody, so luring and calming.

Your eyes landed on Jimin who looked through the window with striped straw between his lips. He didn’t look bothered, he didn’t look sad.

Sometimes you wanted to ask how does it feel to live in complete silence, to lose something as valuable as sound, don’t they say silence it’s what makes everyone alone? So why didn’t he look alone, why did he look happier than you?

Part of you just wanted to shook him by his shoulders and scream if this was just a facade he built upon himself. But what good screaming would bring if he didn’t even hear you and if we’re being honest, you weren’t sure if you’re ready to face the crumbling walls and no-masked faces.

You weren’t.

You nursed the mug of coffee in your hands as you ran your eyes over the display of a window in front of you, trying to find something or someone interest. You felt like you were in a library scanning your eyes through the shelves, one old and a plain man with a cheap dark jacket, the other one with colorful socks pulled over his calves. But nothing particularly interesting.

Your phone buzzed scaring you.

‘ shouldn’t i be the one with sealed lips and empty eyes? ’ rolling your eyes you  looked at Jimin

“whatever, park, let me have my moment” you murmured a little slower than you would normally say it to anyone else, Jimin was still not a pro at reading lips and you were horrified he’ll never learn.

Just two weeks ago instead of seeing “I want snacks” he thought you wanted to have sex with him and you didn’t know that until the next day when you got a message about how he only sees you as a friend.

“Would you like something else?” you heard a very soft voice beside you. Jimin didn’t notice him until he felt you shifting.

The dark bambi-like eyes caught you by the guard but before you could really look into them his eyes fell onto something else.

A heavy silence settled over you, thicker than the uneasy tension in the atmosphere. Unsettled Jimin’s eyes glanced towards you. Noticing how uncomfortably he shifted you returned to look towards the boy.

“No thank you” you smiled kindly and you could swear a very light shade of pink appeared on his cheeks.

Not after bowing he left.

-

“Text me if you need something” you smile to Jimin as he stands next to his art class door.

Before you could turn around, you notice his hands starting to move.

He’s signing.

Taking a deep breath you try to understand and catch every possible sign you learned at the cheap youtube course.

“are you g-oing…to get his d…-dog?” you furrow your eyebrows looking at him. “What the fuck are you trying to say Jimin?”

Jimin rolls his eyes with a silly smile on his face.

You groan when you feel weight on your shoulders.

“He means dick, not a dog” the familiar voice rings in your ears “By this time you should know it, it’s one of the favorite words to sign for our Jiminie here” Taehyungs laughs.

“BYE” horrified you brush Taehyung’s arms off your shoulders and turn to walk towards your class, not before letting a tiny little smile spread on your face because that’s something the old Jimin would say.

So maybe things didn’t really change?

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Stepping into a class full of computers feels weird, it’s not really your ‘place’ and the only reason you’re even here because of the lack of credit you’ve faced, thank Zeus it’s only one semester.

Scanning over the classroom all you see is males and males. Not a single female sat in the IT classroom.

Only then you notice one familiar face.

Coffee boy.

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TASTE OF MENACE |9| OT7!MAFIA AU

— Masterlist in my bio

— Pairings | this chapter | ot7 x reader

— Through the story | reader x others as the story progresses (Now mostly Jimin)

— Warning | this story contain smoking, swearing, tattoos, drinking,  blood and drugs, smut. This is a mafia!au!yandere

— Summary | Your first time watching the underground fight took a completely wrong turn, why were you the only one laying lifeless on the cold ground when you weren’t even fighting?

You cussed yourself for not noticing the way Jungkook’s eyes were narrowed and moved from side to side rapidly and if it weren’t for the small talk you had with Namjoon, perhaps you’ve noticed the violent beating of fingers against a keyboard.

“Of course” he hummed in response to Namjoon, making your blood run cold, completely waking you from the trance you were in.

They’re not good people. They never were and you were just a prey lured in their trap.

“Very well, let’s see what we can get” Namjoon said rubbing his hands together in that classic way villains do.

The grin on both of their faces were sickly sweet, hiding their true selves like snakes covered with leaves.

Namjoon walked towards Jungkook and put his arms over the desk, shifting his whole weight to them.

You wondered how Jungkook didn’t even flinch as Namjoon was so close to him.

You were never a really judgmental person, you didn’t see the need to care about others just as they didn’t care about you.

But this was different and you hated it, over the past few days you’ve seen yourself break down more times than for the last five years, you’ve noticed yourself getting weaker and now this.

You couldn’t help but look towards them and just judge. Observe them with the gaze of a stranger, that aloof judgmental with no strings.

It is brought to your awareness how charming both of them are, they have the right twinkle in their eyes and a voice that is more warm than sunlight on amber.

But then the imagines run through your mind like a montage and you can’t help but ask how many people have they murdered with their bare hands and how many times did they watch the twinkle in someone’s eyes disappear as they waited for them to die.

This was just an observation, but more than enough to make the disgust run through your veins and the more you looked, the more their faces started to look like masks that would soon fall off and their monstrous faces would be displayed to the world.

Yet, none of that happened.

“Hmm…” Namjoon hummed looking towards your way “People are getting worried about you, little one. Especially Eve.”

You wanted to bite back as if he was a 1st grader. Of course people were worried, it’s not like you would completely disappear for days without contacting anyone.

But the name slipping off his tongue made your limbs go numb. They still didn’t know Eve, yet you were so sure they were close to finding out or even they have already did that because that’s how things were in this house.

They were always two steps ahead of you, even if two steps didn’t seem much.

Trying to shake off the anxiety building up inside, you lie through your gritted teeth.

“She’s probably dying over the fact that no one is giving her their homework”.

There two types of lie, there are the ones close enough to the truth to pass under the radar, or the ones that are so big you’d never dream a person could make something like that up.

Your lie wasn’t a big one, but with the last bits of hope you prayed it was enough.

“Ah I guess no one really needs you” Namjoon hums “How does it feel to be completely alone?” he asks and you can even see something bickering in Jungkook’s eyes.

It hurts, it hurts so fucking much. - You want to answer, but the voice seems to be dead and for once you’re glad.

**

They all stood in front of you, talking loudly enough for you to hear your own name, but not loud enough to hear anything else.

You wondered if they were doing this to make you feel even more invisible because it worked, it really did.

“C’mon we’re going” Jimin said, softly grabbing your hand before everyone moved towards the door.

“Where are we going?” you ask confused, not wanting to move an inch as you see a big black van waiting outside.

If one thing you learned from watching all kinds of movies was that black vans were never a good sign.

The van was spacious, just not enough for eight people. It was almost feeling claustrophobic.

As if reading your mind Yoongi spoke up.

“Why couldn’t we take two fucking cars?” he asked.

“It’s a good van” Jin answered from the front seat.

Both Namjoon and Jin were sitting in the front, while the rest squished together at the back.

The van still seemed to be running smoother than the old car Eve owns. There was even one time when you had to push it so it would star going.

Yeah, no fun. But Eve always talked about some bullshit how it was her possession that meant a lot.

You never understood because you never got attached to people, yet alone to things.

But the memory still made you chuckle.

“Why are you smiling?” Jimin asked as he noticed your lips twitching into a smile.

You noticed that Jimin was slightly more jumpy and his hands were clammier than usual.

Why do you get a feeling that whatever you will do next, won’t bring no good.

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All of you stood near one of the alleys while Hoseok walked towards the other. Everything felt sketchy and you had a very, very bad feeling, for whatever was about to happen.

Looking around you noticed that sun had already sunk lower in the sky, light of day drained away, giving way to the velvety dark of night, the air was damp and cool smelling faintly of a car’s exhaust fumes.

“Ah she came! You better watch this, little one!” Namjoon smirked, motioning towards the alley where Hoseok had walked off.

Confused you turn your head only to feel the blood run cold.

Eve.

She looked different. Her clothes loosened over her thin frame and she looked a lot skinnier. Her hair were put into a lose ponytail and looked as if it hasn’t been washed for a while.

You pushed your way a little further to front, squinting your eyes to get a better look. The lighting wasn’t good and all you made up was the hand gestures she was throwing while Hoseok lazily stood against a wall smirking.

“You didn’t think we’d find out about her, but we always do” Namjoon said and you hated how much he enjoyed it.

Suddenly Hoseok took out a knife and with few words gave it to her. You froze when both of them started to walk towards you.

Eve’s body stiffened as her gaze fell on you. You wanted to happily yell that she will get you out of here! She will save you!

But the look on her face, oh god, the look on her face didn’t let you drown in happiness.

There were dark circles under her eyes, burn marks on the hand, and puffiness under her eyes. Her once fashionable clothes looked like they were thrift store cast-offs.

But what made your breath hitch was her eyes.

They were bloodshot and menacing, the one that teachers or inspectors show children when talking about drug abuse.

She looked like a walking corpse, ready to be nailed into a coffin and swallowed by darkness.

You wanted to move, you wanted to run towards her fall into her embrace, you needed the safeness she always provided you with. But something kept you away. You couldn’t move an inch.

Eve’s gaze shifted towards Hoseok then to the small packet of pills he was holding.

“I’m so sorry” she whispered, her voice strained “Please forgive me, b-but I need this” she whispered, her voice painfully breaking at the end.

Before you could even ask her anything, she jumped onto you.

Your back hit the hard concrete, the pieces of broken cement painfully digging into your skin.

“W-what are yo-“ you tried asking, when your scream pierced the calm evening. It echoed through the alleys as the knife in her hands was sorely slashing your arms.

“Stop!” you tried to push her away as she swung the knife in the air ready to actually end you. But soon her body was lifted up in the air by one of the guys.

You laid on the cold ground, closing your eyes as the tears started to roll down your cheeks. Your face closed in a grimace.

You felt being pulled into familiar embrace, but all you could think about was the pair of bloodshot eyes.

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Favourite Jikook stories/au’s on AO3

Hope this list helps out! Got some of you asking about it so made a full post :) 

1,  On Patrol - Season 2 by Ragi (season 1)   Officer Jeon still has his eyes on Mr. Adorable. Officer Min is a little bit in love with his neighbor. Captain Kim finds comfort in his new family. It’s happily ever after for everyone…right? I mean, really, what can possibly go wrong?

2, Heartwrecker by yuuami “What if you accidentally fall in love?” Jeon Jungkook is a full-time student and part-time “Heartwrecker”: that is, he gets paid to break up relationships by seducing women away from their partners. His records, much like his appearance, were flawless. But when Jungkook is hired to break up the relationship of Taehyung’s childhood best friend, he finds the presence of overwhelmingly attractive Park Jimin a bit more distracting than he could ever expect it to be…

3, Ocean Eyes by BansheeAHo Jimin spent a long time trying to gather pieces of his heart with trembling hands, only for Jeongguk to stumble and let it fall to the ground again.

4,  My Favourite Kind of Crime by DulcetSmiles Jeon Jeongguk’s your everyday police officer, working the daily grind and getting through life without much of a care. It isn’t until a certain Park Jimin is transferred to his division that he starts to question things he hasn’t before, coming face to face with feelings he isn’t quite sure of.

Or

That one cliche trope where Park Jimin is so attractive that Jeon Jeongguk finds himself questioning his sexuality.

5,  your little moon face, shining bright at me by cygnus (lucid_wisteria) “Whoa,” Jimin let his mouth slightly hang open in complete awe. His voice– it was rich and dulcet, a beautiful tone that seemed to enrapture the entire audience as well. There was an airiness to his voice, something akin to tender passion intertwined with a soft spirit, effortlessly undulating through the run of notes and ad-libs. No one seemed to care about the small junctures of instability, no doubt from the anxiety he had from his first time performing in front of others, and it was only the subsequent beauty they could focus on, “he’s–”“Hot.” Hoseok finished for him, eyes blown wide with delight. Jimin frowned and gave him an inquisitive leer. He caught Jimin staring, “What?“

Or

Jimin meets someone interesting during one of their open mic nights.

6, Énouement by Hobimii In which Jeon Jeongguk is a chauffeur who’s stuck with a guy that won’t stop requesting a pick up from him. Park Jimin refuses to be taken anywhere if the driver is not Jeongguk. Rich boys are a fucking handful to deal with.

7, Muted love by papa_ya But the words are silent, falling from his lips and rolling soundlessly down the floor. His mouth moves uselessly, trying to emit sound, and sound. He is a marionette on broken strings. What the fuck? Jimin frowns. Concern etches his soft features. Kookie, what’s wrong with your voice?”

–Or;

Jimin is a model living with his tattoo artist boyfriend. Nine years into their relationship, Jungkook loses his voice. The only cure is to say the thing he has been holding back from saying. 8, Pick me up by Priska "I’m older, that makes me your hyung.” He explains as if it wasn’t obvious and jungkook has the audacity to actually look offended. “But I’m alpha and you’re an omega. Age doesn’t matter, I’m above you.”

9, Things Half Done (Things Half Said) by gloomy Jungkook tries to deal with living 325 kilometers away from his best friend, and finds that he simply can’t.

10, We’re headed to nowhere (but nowhere is somewhere to me) by soxfordcomma In which jimin’s husband stopped loving him a long time ago, and the universe wants to bring the glow back to the young man’s cheeks. (This was published a few days ago but guyyyyys I’m already in love with it. After On patrol and Ocean Eyes this is a must read for me)  11,  너의 목소리 Your Voice by pinkmonnie

“Is it possible to fall in love with someone just by the sound of their voice?”

Jeon Jungkook is a twenty-three year old young man, starting his tertiary studies at Seoul National University. He is incredibly independent, handsome, and rich. He is mute. The only thing he loves to do is live inside his own little world full of books and music and photographs.

Park Jimin is a twenty-five year old Assistant Professor in the College of Humanities. He moved 3 minutes away from campus just so he could dedicate more time to researching and teaching. His dream is to become an actual Professor and write books about Japan.

They fall in love. 12, Don’t Think, Don’t Speak, Just Smile for Me by Ragi Jimin’s not entirely certain that he’ll be alive to see his 18th birthday and finally escape from his father’s abuse, but Jungkook’s music keeps him believing that he might actually make it.

13, The Bet by jonghyunslisterine Where Jeon Jungkook makes a bet that he can get the notoriously single Park Jimin to sleep with him by the end of the semester.Needless to say, things don’t go exactly as planned.

14, Can’t pin me down by busan_brat Jeon Jungkook is Asia’s biggest pop star and it is Park Jimin’s job to make sure that it stays that way. (This is my forever favourite, it’s super good.) 

15, Once upon a timeshare by namakemono Jungkook is in desperate need of a vacation, but spending two weeks in Namjoon and Hoseok’s timeshare in Okinawa with his recently separated ex of three years was probably (definitely) not what he had in mind. 16, Nice Guy by drpuffles Jeon Jungkook is 23 and already the CEO of SJ Group. He thinks he’s got everything figured out, until he meets Park Jimin.Their lives become more intertwined than Jungkook could’ve ever imagined.

17, Can You Give Me My Breath Back by DeadpanSnarker Six months till the tournament that would decide Jungkook’s future. Six months where he and his team were in dire need to monopolize the ice-rink that had taken a liking to Uni’s new sweetheart. Where Jimin made a bet with Jungkook, which, if Jungkook lost, he would have to be taught how to ‘truly’ skate.

Or as how Jimin had phrased it, ‘By the time I’m done with you, you’ll have fallen in love with figure-skating’. Surely things didn’t work out in Jungkook’s favour.

In their fickle game, Jungkook is in for sex and Jimin is in for love. By the end of the six months, perhaps he would like figure-skating, but he would have adamantly fallen in love with the figure-skater.

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When the tag “Major Character Death” is not in the warnings but the character still dies

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Perfect yet so Cruel  (Yandere!Jungkook!Demon October Series) Chapter 2

🎃  Prologue  🎃

Along the usually dark streets shone hundreds of pumpkins, almost competing with the night sky, who shone brighter. At the end of the aged streets, glamorous tents were build, each holding its own secrets. Secrets that held powers.And once the clock stroke midnight, the tents ignited, children started dodging in and out, grabbing a glowing apple each, their gentle puffs of steaming breath made visible by the glow, only to disappear into the inkiness.Yes, the festival had begun.The festival was candied apples, prowling cats, smiles and laughter, it was all about the extraordinary and darkness.But at the very end an illuminating tent stood still, radiating with mystic and dark magic. The tent built only for her, that once the sunrise came, it would vanish with the dark.Yes, for him it was the ideal night, to mold a perfect wonderland for his perfect lover.

Chapter 1

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„This is beautiful“ your murmured with a small smile playing on your face. As your body turned around, you found Jungkook‘s pair of eyes looking right at you. You didn‘t know if the galaxies in his eyes were just a reflection or actual stars trapped inside of him. Everything about him was different comparing to all the humans you know, but as strange as it sounds, you weren‘t a stranger to his strong presence.

Your mind wondered back to those times when you always felt as if someone was watching you, but not to hurt you, actually, you felt as if that someone was keeping you away from danger. You remember this one particular night, when something strange had happened.

***

You rolled in your bed sheets as the sheen of cold sweat covered your back. You felt helpless and trapped. Tears started streaming down your hot cheeks as pain throb violently around your skull, making you scoop yourself in one small ball. „Why don‘t you just crack open“ you scoffed to no one but yourself. But as you opened your eyes again, someone shifted from one corner to another. Body filled with exhaustion disobeyed your every single wish to sit up. „Sush, sweet human, I‘ll make your pain go away“. Soon you felt soft fingers tracing down your wet cheeks. „Please“ you choked out. „Make it stop“

***

Jungkook leaned forward and he was standing so close to you that it felt like you were breathing in his breaths. You should‘ve stepped away, but your body stood still as if an invisible thread was wrapped around both of you. Soon you felt his hand grasping yours, before something other filled your lungs rather than air, inflating them felt like pushing up a lead weight on your chest. You sucked in the air as if it were treacle before a field of sunflowers changed the constellations.

Heat rushed through your body, making you break in sweat from wearing warm coat. „H-how?“ you gasped looking up to Jungkook. He pressed his warm palm right over your heart, his touch sending shivers down your spine and then all at once, all the heavy emotions were gone. Just like that night, when a mystical creature had lifted the weight off your shoulders, sending you to complete ecstasy.

There was no care in the world and for few seconds you were glad for Jungkook‘s hand wrapped around your waist. Your legs felt jiggly and weak, as if the world was shaking, making it hard for your body to stay still and not collapse down.

„I can make you feel anything I want. I can make your biggest desires come true.“ Jungkook whispered, his lips brushing against your ear, making you squirm under his touch.

Ever single emotion came crushing down as Jungkook stepped away, smirking knowingly about what an enormous effect he had on you. Soon you‘ll be his.

Jungkook stretched his right hand for you take it. Your mind screamed for you to run, that all of this was far too much for human to do, but your heart was already falling all in him. Your grabbed his hand feeling the same feeling of freedom rushing into you.

„Welcome to wonderland, I‘ll be your guide, now and forever“

***

You found yourself drowning in the sea of flower petals as you looked at the sapphire sky. And for the first time in forever, you were glad for your beating heart. That great pounding, that great pressure; every beat. But there was something missing, the sense of reality, the sense of sanity. As free as you found yourself feeling, you were trapped somewhere far more deep than you were trapped outside this tent.

„Tent“ you whispered sitting up. The feeling of ecstasy completely vanished. Jungkook frowned at your words, you weren‘t supposed to remember. „How much time had passed?“ you asked frowning.

„Not enough“ Jungkook answered carelessly, not giving any further explanation, making you feel even more on edge. He seemed to be growing tired of your uneasiness. Before his hand could reach you, you stood up, taking a big step back. „Who the hell are you and where am I?“. He rolled his eyes before appearing right in front of you. His fingertips caressing your cheek before his lips twitched into a smirk.

 „A demon and you sweetie are in your personal wonderland“

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Perfect yet so Cruel  (Yandere!Jungkook!Demon October Series) Chapter 1

Please tell me if I should continue this or should just go with requests!

🎃  Prologue  🎃

Along the usually dark streets shone hundreds of pumpkins, almost competing with the night sky, who shone brighter. At the end of the aged streets, glamorous tents were build, each holding its own secrets. Secrets that held powers.And once the clock stroke midnight, the tents ignited, children started dodging in and out, grabbing a glowing apple each, their gentle puffs of steaming breath made visible by the glow, only to disappear into the inkiness.Yes, the festival had begun.The festival was candied apples, prowling cats, smiles and laughter, it was all about the extraordinary and darkness.But at the very end an illuminating tent stood still, radiating with mystic and dark magic. The tent built only for her, that once the sunrise came, it would vanish with the dark.Yes, for him it was the ideal night, to mold a perfect wonderland for his perfect lover.

Next part

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You shivered when the cold breeze of October started wrapping around your figure. The warmth of summer left a long time ago. The air flows through the fabric of your clothes, forcing you to go and buy a large cup of pumpkin spiced drink, not that you had other options to choose. A small smile twitch on your face as you see children stepping out of the magical tents, completely amazed by everything they saw in there, but not a single word escapes their lips. It’s simply impossible to describe what happened in there.

From the outside all of the tents looked the same, but each one radiated a very different emotion. That’s what lured everyone in, every time you walked past them, an invisible pair of hands tugged you in.

Your head was starting to spin from all of the different smells occupying their own space, sweet and spicy. The sounds of constant children laughter died as soon as you found yourself standing at the very corner of the street. The night air wicked your heat away faster than you gulped down your hot pumpkin spiced liquid.  

“A perfect creature like you shouldn’t be hiding in the dirty corner” you heard a voice behind you. Before you could see who said that, a cold breeze hit both of you, making you bow your head to one side, closing lashes weighed down with mascara to keep out the freezing sting. Even after closing your eyes you felt the strong presence.

Your breathing got caught in your throat as you saw a gorgeous man standing in front of you. His dark locks of hair fell over his hazel colored eyes as his tongue almost in slow motion ran over his lower lip. For a second you were frozen, looking at him, scared to move.

You cleared your throat before breaking your gaze away from him. “It’s a bit overwhelming over there. I like it to be quiet” a very sarcastic laugh escaped your lips as you looked up to the sky. Everything was drowning in blackness, even most of the stars had hidden under a cloud.

Jungkook felt his heartbeat get faster, the urge to latch onto you, drown into you and never let go. His chest tightened as the moonlight softly landed on half of your face, he knew he had to wait, but not for long, soon you will be his. “I’m sure you will find your ease in one of the magic tents” he whispered, before slowly walking away, disappearing in thick fog.

**

You stumbled over the very end of the street, seeing that no one was around this dark tent, which seemed to lure you in. As soon as your hands gripped over the silky curtain, you knew there was no turning back. For the second time that day, your breath got caught as the constellations portrayed themselves right in front of your eyes. Making you stretch your hand, trying to touch it, to feel like the whole universe is in your hands.

“Don’t resist your sweet desires”. You turned your head to the side only to see the same man standing still, hands in his pockets. You looked at him confused before listening to his advice. “It tickles!” your soft giggles makes his heart flutter, making it hard for him to resist the urge to shift into his true self. He steps behind you, trying not to scare you away, yet close enough to scent you. His gaze falls on your neck, imagining the mark of his demon lips would leave.

“Soon, you’ll be mine” he thinks breathing in your scent.

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Soft!Yandere Jimin: he thinks you’re going to leave him

The request:  yandere jimin scenario where his girlfriend jokes about leaving Jimin and going out with another guy instead to her friends on the phone, but he thinks they’re serious about it and starts panicking

I feel like I’m bad at writing requests cause I always manage to change it but hope you still liked it!

Enjoy!

You looked outside the window as you waited for your tea to be ready. The naked winter trees line the avenue making you feel thankful that Jimin wanted a house far from all the city rush. You looked at the clock counting the hours until Jimin will be back, mentally making a ‘to do list’ before that, knowing that all he’ll want is cuddling. Not that it was problem, sitting cozy by the flame, talking about everything and nothing at the same time, when Jimin is at his realest, no jealousy, no posessiveness, only sweetheart Jimin.

You smile as you hear your phone go off, knowing exactly who is trying to facetime you. Automatically a smiled appeared on your face as you saw your friend.  It was going to be a fun talk, you though before saying hi.

**

You failed to notice how much time had passed, nor did you hear the loud crackling noise from downstairs as Jimin opened the doors with a sweet shout echoing through the house as he yelled your name. Seeing you laughing your ass off as your friend kept sending fat cats pictures made his heart beat faster, happiness overflew him. Other times he would get annoyed for others making you laugh but you’ve been a good girl lately, so why not let you have fun with your friend, he thought before walking back to the kitchen to prepare hot chocolate for both of you.

He stumbled the stairs now slightly annoyed for you taking so long, didn’t you miss him? He felt jealousy and aggression rush into him as he heard you mentioning an unfamiliar male’s name. He could see the perfect smile on your face as you laughed “Of course, I’ll just pack my bags and leave. Aish, can you imagine him waking you with his sexy British accent?!”

You jolted full of shock when you heard cups shattering and the loud curses that left your very angry looking boyfriend’s mouth. “Jimin!” you gasped immediately ending the call, rushing to him. “Does it hurt?” you ask while freaking out, knowing that if you won’t do anything he will end up with scars on his hands. You frown as he doesn’t respond only heavy breathing is heard.  “Shit, let’s go” you tug him rushing through the doors to the outside. Your breath rises in visible puffs to join the darkened clouded night sky. There is a freezing chill in the air making it somewhat suffocating to be outside. “Here, here” sweet whisper makes Jimin slightly less freaked out.

He frowns as he sees your worried look, he hated to cause you any other emotion than love or happiness. He hated to see you hurt or sad.

He scowled as the cold snow made contact with his soft skin. A loud sigh left your lips as you tried not to freak about it too much but your trembling lips revealed that you were on the edge of tearing up. “H-how did this happen?” he looked up as he heard your shaky voice wondering what caused it, cold weather or him?

“Do you really want to leave me?” Jimin started in a low murmur making your eyes widen. What was he talking about? You thought, drawing small fingers on his hand knowing this will make him calm, already seeing Jimin get angry. As soon as he saw a tear roll down your cheek with his free hand he wiped it away. His hands a little rougher than usual. “Why are you crying?” he asked confused, no matter how mad he was, the sight in front of him broke him, ripped his heart away.

“I don’t know” you chuckled looking up at the dark sky as more tears started to roll down your cold cheeks. “I don’t like when you’re in pain” you mumbled, embarrassed by your small confession. “And I don’t want to leave you. Where did you get that from?” you asked confused. Jimin’s body slightly relaxed as soon as he heard you say it.

“I just heard you talking about the British guy” he murmured. You giggled kissing Jimin’s cheek, that was slightly red from the cold biting it constantly. “I was just kidding Jiminie, we were talking about a book character” he wanted to hide right there as soon as you said it. “So you still love me?” he asked with bright gaze. “Of course and I will never stop” he couldn’t help but smile. You’re his.

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Soft!Yandere Hoseok: he’s jealous of you and Taehyung

The Request:  Can I get soft yandere Hobi being jealous of you playing a game with Tae?

I hope this is what you wanted!

They say that only one you love so much is your assassin. That’s how Hoseok felt as he walked into a house filled with fits of laughter of you and another male. Taehyung.

You and Taehyung sat on the soft carpet, you wearing your sweats, that Hoseok loved so much. Both with controllers in their hands, ready to throw it at each other. But what really killed Hoseok was your laughter, the way your eyes shone as you looked to the screen then back to the screen, he felt as if you never had this much happiness when you were with him.

But Hoseok was not the one to go down easily especially when it involved you. Sure, everyone knew your smile always light up the room, but no one saw that your smile light up his inside making the darkness disappear. You were his, his solution to the troubled world. So why were you with Taehyung?

Hoseok rolled his eyes before dropping his heavy bag to the ground. Both of you turned your heads confused before the corners of your lips turned up, making him feel at ease before Taehyung shouts something about you losing, making your head snap back to the screen.

Hoseok’s shoulders heavily moved up and down before he decided to plop down next to you. Arms wrapping securely around your waist from behind, his head in the crook of your neck. You laugh as his breath tickles your skin.

Taehyung gazed at you with a soft look, making Hoseok growl. “Mine” Hoseok thought. What he didn’t know was that he was looking at both of you, glad, that his hyung found someone like you. But Taehyung wasn’t stupid, he knew how protective Hobi was, that’s why he decided that it was time to go.

After Taehyung left, you turned around to Hoseok, tracing his lip with the tip of your finger, it pouts slightly before you push yourself closer to him. His lip feels slightly chapped under your feather light ones. You don’t have to look up, to search if his feelings are real or just a mirage. You know it’s true, everything around both of you proves it, the way the world stops leaving only you two to walk on the earth’s cold ground as your lips touches.

“Mine” Hoseok grins but all you can do is nod. 

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Soft!Yandere Hoseok: he’s jealous of your friends.

The request: how would yandere hoseok react to you paying more attention to your friends than him,, I love your writing, I would love to see how you write this uwu <3

I’m sorry I felt emo today so I wrote this long ass imagine, but Hobi deserves it since I always can’t find enough imagines with him, hope you still liked it!

The headlights shone bravely out into the night only to be swallowed by the pressing darkness as you drove through the empty roads trying to contain your laughter. The air was filled with cigarettes and your friend’s cheap perfume.

This company wasn’t the type you read about in books or see in movies, no, these people were toxic, just like Hobi had said before, but you still considered them somehow as friends, you knew them for quite some time now, had one or two deep conversations, they were your getaway from the real world, since they never escaped their teenage years. You glanced at Hobi sitting next to you, who looked as if he had been put in a small box filled with worms, scared to touch anything, you could see the disgust in his eyes. You knew it was a big step for him to tag along with this company and you were thankful, really, because even if you didn’t consider them as your best friends, they were someone you needed.

**

Hoseok sighted as he saw you walk away with one of the females, not once did he turn away from you. He didn’t even try to mask his annoyed tone while talking to few of your male guys. In his eyes, they were his competition. And boy was he mad when he saw you gulp half of the bottle filled with alcohol, he was about to walk towards you when one of the guys grabbed him “Just let her relax, she needs it”. Thoughts ran through his mind, why would you need it? Was being with him made you sad? Was he not enough? He chuckled at the last thought. Of course I am enough. He thought before letting you be.

**

“I have never seen someone so in love as your lover boy” your friend chuckled as she looked at the stars. You turned your head towards Hobi smiling as you saw him looking. “I know, but it makes it hard. I usually keep my mouth shut to the point where it suffocates me because I don’t want to hurt him” she looked at you with the biggest smirk playing on your mind knowing exactly what you needed. “Scream, just like the old times when we would come here”

That’s exactly what you did, you threw your hands in the air before letting out a long scream.

Hoseok jumped when he heard you scream, were you hurt? Were you mad at your friend? He felt confused.

“That’s our girl!” one of the guys shouted from behind making you turn around and rush towards Hobi, knowing that it will make him throw fists. “What the fuck did he just say?” his body was trembling, making you hug him even tighter. You motioned for your friend to go somewhere else before you pecked Hoseok’s jawline sending him back into his loving-self. “You’re mine” he whispered wrapping his arms around you securely.

**

Hand in hand you walked to the hill where a bonfire was set up. The sparks flying well above the treetops. Everyone suddenly went silent, appreciating the warmness. Even Hoseok, who was still annoyed feeling as if your friends knew you better than he did. They understood your this side that he had never seen before. He felt as if you loved your friends more than you did him. His heart filled with another type of warmness as you put your head on his shoulder. “Hobi, you know that I love you, right?” you asked looking at the fire glistening in front of your eyes, the only sound of flames echoing through the trees. He sighted trying to convince himself that you were telling the truth. “I know there are so many thoughts in the pretty mind of yours, but not all of them are true, baby. No one will take me away, I will stay with for as long as you want me to until you get tired of me” you said with a hint of playfulness. Hobi looked at you with a horrified expression “I will never get tired of you, you will always be by my side, I won’t ever let you leave even if you’ll want that” you chuckled not even surprised by his possessing words. “I know”

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Yandere! BTS reaction to their s/o getting arrested ☾

The request:  Hi there, new sub here. Could I request a yandere bts scenario or reaction (any member) where their girlfriend is arrested for getting into a fight in a club after the defied bts and snuck out of the house. So basically she has called them and asked to be picked up from jail. Thank you

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The moment you walked into this place, you knew you were in big trouble for sneaking out, but there was no way you were going to miss a Halloween party. Actually the plan was to have fun without drinking, just have fun and get back home with your costume in one piece.

Until now… Each offered drink seemed like a better and better idea. Your head snapped towards the bar where you heard someone call you a bitch. Once your gaze fell on the ugly hair extensions, immediately you knew who it was. She was your boyfriend’s high school sweetheart who enjoyed his company a little bit too much. “Go on, show her whose the man really belongs for” you friend said, mind in a frenzy, world spinning faster than normal, legs giving way. Under the influence of alcohol, everything seems like fun. Even you tackling the girl to the floor, throwing fists, probably the wrong way too.

You should’ve known there was going to be police around.

**

With alcohol still rushing through your veins you chuckled at your friend who had 0$ in her wallet, there was no way you were going to get out of here without help, biting your lip you decide to call your boyfriend.

Kim Seokjin:

He was livid, the moment he stormed into a station his raging eyes caught yours. You were looking as if you were going to pass out any minute. “Hi Jinnie!” you smiled waving at him. “This is not the way a lady should act!” he sighted picking you up.  “Who said ladies can’t defend themselves?” you ask pouting. “Aish…you’re in a big trouble, jagi”

Min Yoongi:

“Hands off her!” he shouted once he saw a police man holding you by force. The poor guy looked lost but quickly removed his hands, letting you run to Yoongi. “Oppa!” you jump into his embrace. He smiled at your gesture before switching to his alter ego, biting your neck. You let out a quiet whine. “What were you thinking going out against my will wearing…this? You sure like to play with fire, baby”

Jung Hoseok:

Hobi was terrified once he heard your voice over the phone. The moment he saw you, his eyes softened. He gently pulled you closer to him, putting on his big jacket on your freezing self. He sighted in relief as he noticed only few scratches on your arms. “Promise me, you won’t get into fights. You scared me, jagi”

Kim Namjoon:

The moment his eyes landed on you, you gulped. “Come here” his cold voice sent shivers down your spine before you stood up and walked to him. “If you think you’re getting away without being punished, you’re wrong” he whispered close to your ear before pulling to the exit. But the small smile on his face didn’t go unnoticed as you started whining about him getting into fights all the time.

Park Jimin:

His was in full terror mode once he saw you tracing your fingers over the tattoos of a woman who was twice your size. “Minnie!” you squealed jumping to his arms. “Meet my new friend! She said she will get me a tattoo!”

The moment your words reached his ears, he threw you over his shoulders before walking away, not once turning back.

Kim Taehyung:

Taehyung was disgusted once he entered the station. Seeing you sleeping on a bench made him growl. How dare they keep you, a princess, in such a dirty place!? Every guard was terrified of him as he stood waiting for the cell to be unlocked. Taehyung scooped into his arms, with his lips corners turning up as you snuggled into him. “Ahh jagi, if only you knew in how much trouble you are.

Jeon Jeongguk:

“You bitch!” He wasn’t even there for ten seconds as he heard your voice echoing through the corridors. He ran towards you, wrapping his arms around with a protective embrace. Your body relaxed once you turn your head and saw him. With alcohol still rushing through your veins, a silly smile appeared on your face “Hi, Jungcock”

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Yandere! BTS reaction to you giving silent treatment ☾

The request: hey hey hey im so glad ppl r doing yandere bts lately. they’re so interesting. okie so can i request yandere bts reaction to you giving silent treatment. Thank you! Please dont stress and tae your time. much love xx

Ah I hope you like it! Enjoy!

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Kim Seokjin:

The house drowned in silence and both of you knew how much it irritated Jin, not the fact that it was silent, but the fact that you were disrespecting him. It was a sign of a slipping control he had earned over the months you were together, but apparently, it wasn’t enough.

“Don’t play with fire, little one because you’ll get burned”

Min Yoongi:

He hated it. The silence laid on his skin as poison. It seeped into his blood making him feel paralyzed and the only cure to this was to hear your voice. His prideful-self was soon forgotten as he begged for you to speak.

“Speak..Please. You are killing me. Who’s going to be there to protect you when I’m gone?”

Jung Hoseok:

Similar to Yoongi, silence was slowly bringing him down. Even if he wasn’t the one who would show his true feelings often, you could see on his expression how cruel it was to him and to you it meant victory because this was definitely his Achilles heel.

“Jagi, why are you doing this to me? Don’t you love me? How can you be so cruel after all that I’ve done?”

Kim Namjoon:

He was too prideful and pissed to let you go away with it. But he’d let you have your moment since you were going to pay anyway, so why not let you have a little fun. But since he’s so good with words he turned the tables around making you feel guilty for treating him this way.

“Ahh, and I thought you were better mannered than this, I guess I will have to teach you”

Park Jimin:

He wanted perfection, he sought perfection and this was definitely not it. He wondered where did he go wrong to make you act this way, especially to him, who was perfect and never did anything wrong. But deep down he hated it too, not that you would know it, since he masked it perfectly.

“They say perfection doesn’t exist, let’s show them that they’re wrong. I’ll make you into a perfect lover.”

Kim Taehyung:

Taehyung was in a big mood for some fun that day, no need to say how needy he was for your touch. Boy was he annoyed, when he came home to you not speaking. You could tell from his bit lip and flaming stare that you were in for a long and fun night.

“Not talking? Sure. But I will make you scream my name, jagi”

Jeon Jeongguk:

Another one who was really annoyed by your sudden behavior but he would never lay a hand on you. You were his little one and he will never hurt you or let others get close to you. That didn’t stop him from getting angry though, and soon enough your house looked like after a tornado.

“Who knew you could be such a brat”