Moondir - 05
Pairing | moondir!OT7 x human!Reader
Word Count | 7K
Warnings | +18, angst, manipulation, injury, blood, MC starts to understand the rules of the game, MC is a vessel of revenge 🫠, brief reference to what MC did to Yoongi, noncon kiss, dubcon kiss, Jimin conflicted and teased by MC, Hoseok a bit soft 🤔 (uhmmm), multiple references to sex and pregnancy, dirty and vulgar language, this is not for minors.
This fanfiction is dark and yandere, if you don't like the genre, don't read and if you are not of age, don't read.
I don't want to hear any complaints in the comments, thank you.
This does not reflect my way of thinking or living at all, it is just a work of fiction, it is like watching a horror movie, many of us love horror movies, but we would never dream of what we see in those movies happening in reality as well.
Simply put, this story was written for entertainment purposes, it should not be seen as a reflection of my values, opinions or morals. I absolutely do not condone such acts.
⤷ Summary | The Moondir, born of the Moon Goddess' love for a wolf, were persecuted and enslaved by humans for merely existing. Moondirian women have been captured and killed in the most heinous ways, men have instead been forced to do dangerous work in place of the humans themselves, and after more than a century, this has virtually brought their race to the brink of extinction. A group of Moondirian rebels have succeeded in their quest to regain their freedom, and not without the use of the crudest violence. Their females are now gone, and it will be human women who will help them repopulate the world.
➢ Author's Note | Hi, guys! ❤️
I'm back after an unforgivable delay. Unfortunately, a lot has happened in recent months, and I don't have as much time as I used to, so I can no longer promise you a specific date for updates on Moondir or the many other stories I have in mind! I'm really sorry, but I can assure you that Moondir is still going strong, and I'll never abandon it! 🥹❤️ In this new update, you'll see a change in MC, especially towards Jimin 🫠 I really hope you enjoy the chapter! Let me know what you think, I love your comments! 🥰 I love you all! ❤️💜
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Your eyes are dull as Seokjin's pen tip elegantly scratches the sheet of paper. He asked you what happened, how it happened, and how long it happened. You answered each of his questions absentmindedly, as if detached from the story.
When he finally finishes writing down his thoughts on what you told him, he allows himself to look at you.
“Y/N,” he says your name softly, looking at you as if you could break at any moment.
“Mh?”
“Actually, yesterday morning when I left, I talked it over with the others and we concluded that it would be too much for you to be with one of us every day.”
His words take a while to sink in, and you nervously tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.
“I don't understand, you seemed pretty convinced about your initial plan,” you reply, trying to sound confident.
Seokjin nods, “I don't deny it, but psychological stress is not a great ally if you're trying to get pregnant right away.”
You shift uncomfortably. This is the second morning Seokjin has come into your room to ask you questions. You hope it doesn't become a habit.
“How will it work then?”
“Twice a week to give you time to recover between sessions,” he sighs. “Besides, Jimin didn't do things the best way.”
A wave of nausea makes you shrink. “What do you mean? He came, he did his job.” It's disgusting to talk about it like that, but how else could you say it?
Seokjin keeps his expression unreadable, but you can see the tips of his ears redden in response. Maybe he doesn't like hearing you talk like that.
“We’re wolves, Y/N... when we finish, we should wait for the knot, to make sure our seed doesn’t leak out and that it takes properly. Jimin didn’t do that.”
You freeze, remembering the strange sensation of something swelling inside you that Jimin stopped just in time. Was that the knot?
“He probably thought it was too intimate to share with you, but it will happen with the others... I just want you to be aware of it.”
“You could have told me earlier,” you snap, “I would have forced him to finish.” Your lips tremble, but not because of tears—you cried yourself out last night—but because of anger. Were you forced to endure that torture only to end up with complete failure? How many more times will they use you for reproduction?
“I'm sorry... when conception occurs, I can smell it, but there's nothing coming from you,” you scrutinize his slightly hunched posture sternly. He seems as disappointed as you are, albeit for very different reasons.
“Is there anything else?” you ask bitterly.
“Are you in pain anywhere? I'd like to examine you before we go.”
You immediately shake your head.
“It's not my body that needs healing, Seokjin,” you reply proudly. The wolf presses his lips together before nodding.
“All right... don't forget to eat, okay? This time Jungkook made breakfast, he's much better than Namjoon,” he grimaces, thinking back to his friend's culinary horrors, while your mind is flooded with the younger man's mysterious eyes.
“Jung...kook?” you ask, almost ashamed, feeling an unusual sensation in your chest. Seokjin relaxes his shoulders, happy to answer you.
“Yes, he's the youngest member of our team, I guess you don't...”
“He helped me after Jimin left,” you admit, gritting your teeth and surprising the healer.
“He... helped you?” The syllables come slowly from his lips, as the wolf's mind is filled with doubts and perhaps even a hint of hope.
“I want him to be the second,” your tone is firm. If even someone like Jimin refused to make your first night a nightmare, you strongly doubt that the others would do otherwise, so you might as well have a free choice. Jungkook doesn't seem to like dialogue. You would both avoid a lot of unnecessary talk. Your thoughts turn resentfully to the necklace and what it represents. You are no longer willing to turn a blind eye.
Seokjin seems to be thinking about something that makes him gloomy.
“I don't think it's possible, Jungkook isn't ready yet.”
You widen your eyes. What?
“Is he part of the program too, or not?” you almost growl. You weren't ready either, but they didn't let you back out!
“Yes, he's part of the program, but his mind isn't in good shape, and that affects his body too.” Seokjin narrows his blue eyes, looking at you more closely. “Of course... if you...”
You raise an eyebrow, far from calm.
“If I?”
“You said he took care of you, you could approach him, talk to him,” his voice trembles a little, “Jungkook isn't bad, he just needs a cautious approach.”
You look at him bewildered, as if he had just asked you to pull mountains of gold out from under your bed. He has clearly lost his mind. “You're asking me to do the impossible! He might slit my throat if I say the wrong thing.”
"He won't, even with Jimin you thought the worst, but it didn't happen. We are still creatures with a conscience, even if we are not totally human," he explains gently, somehow understanding your state of mind.
You sigh tremulously, trying to banish that crazy idea from your mind. “Okay, so if Jungkook can't,” and here embarrassment tinges your cheeks slightly, making the wolf smile, “who?”
Taehyung could be the most likely candidate. He's going through a rough heat and would certainly need company. You're no different from a prostitute now, the only difference being that you also have to get pregnant, as well as sexually satisfy everyone. But once again, Seokjin doesn't express himself clearly.
“The time hasn't come yet,” he says cryptically, leaving you with a question mark as big as a house weighing on your head.
“What do you mean?”
“I have a theory,” he says, and then says nothing more.
You don't like sitting around doing nothing. After a week, nothing has happened so far, and you haven't had another chance to talk to Seokjin face to face. For one reason or another, the healer was always busy, and you found yourself in Namjoon's company several times.
Seokjin was right about one thing: Namjoon was a terrible cook, and Jungkook was far better than him. You didn't understand why the older wolf insisted on cooking, taking turns with the younger one.
At least you weren't bothered by any of them anymore, you think with a mixture of relief and unease. It seemed that everyone had been ordered not to talk to you or touch you unless absolutely necessary. While you had been pleased at first, now you were beginning to miss the chance to talk to someone.
You continue to slowly chew the jam-filled muffin that Jungkook has just baked, walking back and forth around the house. You discovered some interesting things in that last week, some paintings concealed hidden messages and letters, it seemed that the eldest daughter of the previous owners of the house had a rather steamy relationship with a cousin. This should have upset you, but compared to the reality you are forced to live with, it seems almost trivial.
Since that night, you've also started carrying Jimin's necklace around with you. He hasn't been seen since, but at the first opportunity, you'll make sure to give it back to him, promising never to wear it again. Every time he has your body, he'll have to remember who he's doing those things to. Even if it means making him furious.
You freeze halfway between the hallway leading to the living room and the stairs. Jungkook freezes too, holding a large, dusty box. He seems to be thinking about something before walking straight ahead, as if you don't exist.
'You said he took care of you, you could approach him, talk to him '
“Jungkook?” The words came out before you could stop them, inspired by the healer's advice. You curse yourself, but you can't back down now. The young wolf has stopped and is staring at you with eyes full of... expectation? It's the first time you've called him by name. You don't know if you like it, but it certainly had an effect on him.
“Can I help you?” You point to the large box he is carrying. He presses his lips together for a moment, then—almost shyly, you notice with some surprise—nods.
ou follow him a few steps behind, and the wolf enters a corridor in the house that has always led you to a dead end, but to your surprise, you see him push his hand against the wooden wall that has always forced you to turn back. The wall opens with a series of sinister sounds, and it takes all your pride not to open your mouth wide.
It was a secret door!
How did you not think of that? It was strange, actually, to have a wooden wall when everything else was made of stone.
“Where does this passage lead?” you ask, forgetting that for some strange reason, Jungkook would never speak to you. You don't know if it's a physical problem or if he just doesn't want to talk. Anyway, it doesn't take long to find out the destination.
You slowly descend the wooden steps that creak under your feet, and an intense smell of dampness invades your nostrils. When the wolf turns on a small light bulb, you find yourself peering into what appears to be a basement. The walls, also made of stone, show signs of rough workmanship: a thin layer of water covers the floor, soaking some of the boxes scattered around. Among them, numerous objects catch your attention.
You ignore the unpleasant damp smell to concentrate; your brain has new stimuli to register and decipher, and you feel excited.
“It's like being in a movie,” you comment with a sigh.
In one corner, on top of an old tea table, you spot a dusty typewriter. Next to it, a pile of worn-out books seem to beg for mercy, as if they had been read countless times until they were worn out.
A little further on, you notice an elegant cherry wood rocking chair. Despite the dust, its sinuous lines and the quality of the wood strike you. It must have been used a lot by its owner, but apart from the heavy layer of gray dust, there are no signs of wear. And that's saying something in such a terrible environment!
Jungkook watches you out of the corner of his eye, noticing how absorbed you are; it would be nice to take a nap in that chair, wouldn't it?
He shudders at that bizarre thought, shaking his head decisively before placing the huge box full of old records on the floor. He stares at them for a moment, a hint of nostalgia in his eyes, while you catch his motionless figure out of the corner of your eye.
You lean over his shoulder, trying to get around the wall that is his height, and finally see the contents of the box.
“Oh... they're CDs,” you murmur, smiling uncertainly. “What genre of music do you like?” you continue, getting no answer, of course. The boy begins to close the box, pulling out some tape you didn't even know existed. Where did he get it from?
“Why are you putting them away? Don't you have a CD player?” Is it possible that the previous owners of the house had CDs but no player to listen to them?
Your questions seem to annoy him, because he looks back at you suddenly with a frown and his lips curled in a disdainful expression, as if you had just touched a raw nerve. You feel yourself freeze. For a moment – a single stupid moment – you forgot what he is and what situation you are in. His calm demeanor helped put you at ease, but he remains a predator at the top of his game.
“I'm sorry,” you murmur, the blood draining from your face. He snorts in irritation. “I'm a chatterbox. My father always pointed that out to me,” you mumble, clenching your hands into fists at the memory of your parent ordering you to be quiet.
Jungkook finishes closing the box before turning back to you, setting aside the annoyed expression he had before. For some strange and absurd reason, seeing you scared of him didn’t please him. It’s different when he kills men—they deserve it, and even some women who are a bit too crazy for his taste—but you are so innocent that it’s impossible not to feel tenderness, and that unsettles him quite a bit.
No human has ever made him feel an emotion like this. He’s always driven by anger or disgust, and when he’s alone he feels only apathy—but with you, in some strange way, it’s different.
That's why he feels guilty, while you nervously clench the fabric of your pink sweater, which is a little too big for you.
Biting his lip, he reaches out to caress your shoulder. The touch is light, almost imperceptible, but it's there and it's enough to send your brain into a confusing spiral of sensations. Is Jungkook apologizing?
You blush and shake your head, “It's okay, I guess,” you murmur, meeting his incredible lilac eyes, which shine in the dark like a cat's. Then something catches your gaze, where the long strands of his hair almost disappear over the edge of his simple black shirt. “Those are—” you point to his neck, but Jungkook instantly moves away, bringing a hand to where you were pointing. His expression perfectly mirrors yours; a mix of alarm and agitation.
“Jungkook?” But he doesn't listen to you, abandoning everything he was doing in that place and rushing up the creaky steps, as if trying to escape your judgment.
You keep mulling over what you saw. Could those things on Jungkook's neck have been gills? From the way he left, it seemed like he was ashamed of them, assuming you really did see gills. You nervously bite your nails, pacing back and forth through the corridors of the house. You haven't run into anyone else since then. From what you understand, each of them has a job to do, and their schedules don't always align. Some come back and some leave, but at least two of them stay in the house, as if to make sure you don't run away.
You want to laugh in their faces. Run away to where, exactly? You'd starve to death or something. The whole country is no longer ruled by humans. You'd be intercepted by other wolves and killed, if you were lucky, of course.
As you're about to go back to your room, you hear whispering coming from the same room that's used for meetings. You frown. Are they back? When?
The urgent need to listen comes galloping back into your brain. God, how you miss the outside world. Hoseok doesn't dare talk to you about it, teasing you every time: “Why would you want to know what's going on out there? Would you like to join our games?”
You curl your lips in disgust. Ever since you chose Jimin first, he seems to have distanced himself from you, as if you had offended him. Idiot!
It's all a game to them, a race to see who comes out on top, and you're the prize. Or rather, the prize is your womb.
“I'm just saying that one wrong move could doom us again!” Namjoon growls, slamming his hand on Yoongi's desk, glaring at an old wolf who looks tired but fierce. The man has deep wrinkles furrowing his brow and a scar disfiguring his face from his mouth to his left eyebrow. He is clearly the oldest among them and acts on the direct orders of the alpha who rules the entire country.
“But it wouldn't be a bad idea,” Seokjin tries, earning shocked and angry looks from his companions. “Sylvus might be right. We've been hunting humans for months. Now they are few and weak. It's the perfect opportunity for a peace treaty. Yoongi, think about it!”
The wolf in question looks at his host impassively. “Why does Sylvus need our approval, Bryan?”
The old wolf curls his lips, “In the past, listening to one man was our downfall. Sylvus, on the other hand, wants to know what his people think before making such a move,” he replies wisely. Suspended between them is the image of the previous supreme Alpha, a wolf perhaps too good to understand the evil nature of humans.
Jimin clenches his teeth, almost grinding them together, “No. We have the chance to wipe them out, the world will no longer suffer because of their existence.”
Bryan smiles at the young wolf's words. “You're young and full of rage, kid. We're older and we recognize our victory. Continuing would be a waste of energy. Why don't you make up for the years you've lost? Humans have understood the mistake they made and won't bother us anymore.”
These are encouraging words. But for some strange reason, Yoongi bursts out laughing, sounding more like a sharp, piercing cry of derision. He pulls back his black hair, shiny like a panther's coat, drawing attention back to the old man.
“Basically, you're advising us to leave the rest to you, so that you can build a civilized society where everyone greets each other with a nice smile, forgetting death, abuse, and chains. Is that right?”
Namjoon and Jimin relax their shoulders, relieved. But Seokjin seems disappointed; he, more than anyone, is tired of the slaughter. They have regained their freedom, they have the chance to carry on the species, but this does not seem to satisfy the others. There is still too much pain to overcome. Taehyung would also agree with Yoongi, and probably Jungkook too, who can't wait to go out and hunt down the humans left in the territory. The only one who has not yet spoken, despite being present in the room, is Hoseok.
Seokjin looks at his friend with understanding, who is staring at his boots without daring to utter a word. Something happened to Hoseok during those hundred years. Imprisonment and torture broke him. He is still a faithful Moondirian, Seokjin has no doubt about that, but sometimes Hoseok no longer seems to be Hoseok. Without realizing it, he begins to refer to himself as human, sometimes unable to even look at a prisoner, believing he is betraying a friend. He seems divided.
At first, it was difficult for the others to accept, but Hoseok had no choice, and eventually they all learned to put up with his identity crises.
Bryan shakes his head, “I'm just saying that we've all lost a lot. After a war, peace always comes, and it's time for all of us to move on.”
“You're not going to say—” Yoongi stops Jimin's hostile words with a single gesture of his hand.
A small smile and the defiance in the boy's eyes already say a lot to Bryan, but Yoongi wants to make things clear verbally as well, “Tell Sylvus that he is free to fantasize about his plans for peace and tolerance between races. He is our Supreme Alpha, I would never dare to go against his wishes.”
There is a slight pause, Namjoon straightens his back and clenches his jaw, wanting to give free rein to the anger rising inside him, while Seokjin sighs inwardly as your scent begins to make the air in the room more sensual. Bryan also notices the change, but waits for the end of the speech.
“I won't hunt humans, but if I happen to come across one, well... let's just say I won't be very tolerant,” he concludes sharply.
Bryan doesn't seem disappointed, as if he expected a similar response—in fact, he has already heard this from countless other Moondirian groups scattered throughout the country—and shrugs.
“My friends,” he chuckles, “I don't judge you or your words. I am not your enemy, and I am the first to understand your pain and anger, but...” and here he winks toward the door, “I think there are other ways to vent it, don't you agree?”
Bryan throws open the door and stares at you with his one eye, so clear that it makes you shiver, seeming to tear your skin and flesh from your bones with unprecedented coldness. Hoseok interrupts your staring contest.
“You don't need to tell us how to use our lovely human,” he says in a tone so gentle that the false note behind it is obvious. He gently places his hands on your shoulders, but his grip is firm, possessive. As if he wants to make things clear.
“Don't exaggerate, kid.” The old wolf towers over Hoseok by a few inches, but the emerald-eyed wolf isn’t intimidated and doesn’t move, placing himself in front of you like a protective barrier that makes you feel desperately relieved.
“I think it’s time to go. Yoongi has given you his answer,” Namjoon says with a small nod toward the hallway in a gesture of dismissal.
The man lightly brushes your shoulder as he begins to leave without saying a word. It’s a small, intentional gesture—one that immediately draws the others’ attention. A spark of annoyance runs through them, enough to almost make them growl.
Yoongi waits a few more seconds before speaking. His gaze pins you in place.
“I assume you heard everything,” he says, almost disinterested—but you know him better than anyone. Over time, you’ve learned to listen to his silences and read his movements. He’s angry.
“She was probably looking for me. I told her we needed to discuss some matters related to mating,” Seokjin jumps in to help you, but Yoongi ignores him.
He settles back more comfortably.
“You should be pleased, right? The higher-ups have decided they’ve punished you enough. Which is funny, really… so few years, compared to what we endured at your hands.”
You grit your teeth.
I’ve never hurt anyone, Yoongi,” you snap back, irritated. “And yes, I’m happy. Maybe if you stopped this pointless bloodshed, your soul would finally find some peace too.”
You’re not trying to provoke him. You’re just answering his question — but for Yoongi, everything is a provocation.
He rolls his eyes, a silent reply: You’re unbearable.
“Leave us.” Namjoon and Jimin don’t seem bothered by the order — Yoongi speaks, and they obey.
Seokjin, however, narrows his eyes, and Hoseok looks ready to protest, still shielding you with his body.
“She’s just a foolish little girl. Don’t pay attention to anything that comes out of her mouth,” he sighs, leaving the others stunned.
“Hoseok…” Namjoon warns, but he continues.
“Honestly, if we punished her for every single thing she says or does, she wouldn’t last till the end of the month.”
Yoongi looks genuinely entertained.
“I’m sure she didn’t mean to eavesdrop on our conversation,” Seokjin adds, still in disbelief. Did Hoseok really speak up for you?
“You still haven’t understood the meaning of my words. Should I repeat them in our mother tongue?” he asks, his voice turning dangerous.
Then he speaks in a language unknown to you: “Lou’rin nohae!”
The sound is melodic, beautiful — but the weight behind it is so threatening that everyone in the room freezes.
“Forgive us, Yoongi,” Jimin says with difficulty, his face gray. With a sharp gesture of his hand, he orders the others to leave. You only have time to catch Seokjin's apologetic glance before you see him join Namjoon and Jimin outside, while Hoseok sighs.
“It won't take long. Be good,” he whispers as he passes by you.
What the hell happened? A few seconds ago, they seemed ready to fight a war for you. What made them retreat so easily after... oh!
“Moondirian is a magical language, isn't it?”
Yoongi smiles, “You can call it that if it suits you. It only works on a pure Moondirian and only has power if you play a dominant role within the pack,” he gets up to wander around you, “I don't use it often. I don't like forcing my companions to do what they don't want to do, but sometimes it's useful.”
His chest is against your back now, his heartbeat strong against you, making yours throb in response.
“It's a pity it has no effect on you,” his warm breath caresses your ear, a few strands of hair move and tickle your skin, “Perhaps you would have told the truth if I had forced you.”
You shudder.
“I was too young,” you reply weakly.
“I've heard that one before,” he hums, his hands sliding over your hips, squeezing them weakly, “Try again.”
The memories of that day are hard to swallow. You can still hear your mother's screams and your father's threats; you were terrified at the time. You had never seen them so angry, and it was natural to blame Yoongi for everything.
“Now you want to talk about the old days?” you ask tensely. “The other day you didn't seem so willing.”
“You interfered in my business, I feel obliged to remind you why you should be careful instead.”
You snort. “I didn't want to listen, there's nothing to do in this house...” you admit, making the man raise his eyebrows.
“You think so? But there's a lot to do, what you did with Jimin is proof of that,” he says mellifluously, making you curl your lip in disgust.
“Stop it.”
“Did you learn a lot?”
“Enough...”
“How about putting into practice now what you...”
“Yoongi, stop it!” you blurt out breathlessly, swallowing hard to hold back the rest of the words you were about to spew at him.
The man loses his smirk, returning to his inscrutable expression.
“Don't be ashamed, it's not like you can do anything else, am I right?”
“If you need to humiliate me just to feel alive, then you’re worse off than I thought,” you growl in response. The man's gaze darkens and a bitter half-smile accompanies it.
“Don't be cruel, Y/N,” he whispers, moving closer slowly. “You've already been cruel enough to me… don't you think?” he asks, looking incredibly tired for the first time.
You see them, the dark circles under his black eyes and his slightly sunken cheeks. For a moment, you see the young man who used to serve your family.
“Give me something to do, something that doesn't make me feel like a whore,” you swallow, “Waking up in the morning, eating, waiting for Seokjin's questions and then waiting for the next man I'll have to spread my legs for is driving me crazy.” You bite your lip, trying to stop it from trembling.
You're getting used to the idea of being just that. It's horrible and demeaning. You need something to occupy your mind when Seokjin isn't looking for you, and wandering around the house aimlessly isn't a good method. You feel caged in.
“Everything has a price,” he demands harshly, refusing to grant your request without something in return.
Your shoulders slump under the weight of his capricious gaze.
You're looking for a loophole so you can feel something else, but everything always comes back to that.
Your trembling fingers grab the stiff fabric of his jacket, slowly pulling it off, avoiding touching him, and the soft sound of the fabric sliding down his arms breaks the silence between you. You feel uncomfortable and dirty. He doesn't move, he remains motionless, his breathing barely audible. Then he looks down at your hands clinging to his jacket.
“Why so serious, human?” he asks irritably, “I didn't ask you to give me a blow job.” Those crude words make you blush from head to toe.
“I bet Jimin hasn't taught you that yet, though.” You don't have time to reply.
Time freezes.
Before you can figure out what's happening, he grabs your face and presses his lips firmly against yours. There’s not the slightest hesitation, as if it were the most normal thing in the world. His lips mold themselves naturally to yours, imprinting his taste on you with the audacity of someone who knows that, in a situation like this, you can’t do anything.
The most humiliating thing is that, for a single moment, you remember your younger self—who would have desperately wanted something like this with Yoongi.
But now you don’t respond to the kiss. You’re not capable of it. That man is no longer who he used to be, and he doesn’t even seem to care. He doesn’t bother deepening the kiss or closing his eyes. The pitch-black is there, watching you, waiting for your violent reaction. You try to ignore his faint scent of mint and tobacco. The closeness of your bodies is uncomfortable, making you uneasy—and he seems to enjoy every second of it.
He's testing you. He doesn’t really want to kiss you.
When he pulls away, you see amusement on his face.
“You suck at kissing,” he teases, “but you won’t lack practice in the future,” he murmurs sardonically.
“I'm sure of that,” you say with disgust, ignoring the burning sensation on your lips. It was just a simple touch, nothing like the kiss Hoseok gave you, but somehow it hurt more.
“Anyway, I actually have a task for you,” he says with a slight, thoughtful pout, “But don't forget what your priorities are. Don't make me angry again, it might not end so well,” he winks at you, freezing you in your tracks. It's not over yet.
“I'm also curious about something else, how far would you go to get more freedom?”
You clench the gold necklace in your fist, each step you take seems deafening, but the chain burns in your palm like an accusation.
You are not its owner, and both you and the jewel in question know this. That's why when you see Jimin's detached expression as he waits in the living room for Yoongi to arrive, something inside you explodes.
You throw the necklace at him with all your strength. You're not as strong as a Moondirian, but your fury is enough to cut his eyebrow.
His detachment is replaced by surprise, his amber eyes widening to stare at you speechless. Jimin gasps as a line of blood runs down his skin, getting stuck between his eyelashes.
“Are you crazy?” he asks in a trembling voice, as if he is slowly registering what really happened.
You grit your teeth in a silent growl, “Who can say? In a place like this, surrounded by people like you, the only way to survive is to go crazy, am I right? Otherwise, why would you do something like this to fuck me? You're as crazy as I am.”
“Shut up,” he orders you with an agitated expression, stiffening at the arrival of the others. Seokjin arrives breathless, holding an open anatomy book. Hearing your voice and Jimin's from his room has put him on alert, all too aware of your mutual animosity.
“Why? Oh, right... you're ashamed, I guess,” you sneer. “Yeah, you should be,” you continue maliciously. “You had one thing to do and you didn't even see it through,” you provoke him, and maybe you really are crazy.
Jimin's amber eyes turn to melted chocolate, so dark and deadly that you realize you've gone too far with him. You're deliberately humiliating him in front of his brothers.
“Let's calm down, okay?” Hoseok intervenes, his muddy shoes showing that he's just come in from outside. “I don't know what the hell happened between you two, but that doesn't justify your aggression, doll.” He seems nervous as he glares at you to put you in your place.
“Why do you always have to get yourself into trouble?” he continues angrily, which you find rather strange. He should be happy to punish you again. Ever since you first met, he has given you the impression of being a sadistic bastard, so why is he now reacting as if seeing you in trouble causes him... distress?
“Jimin, she's just nervous, it's not easy to get used to—” Seokjin puts a hand on Jimin's shoulder, but he shakes it off.
“Mind your own fucking business,” he whispers softly, “This is between me and her, understand?” The wolf's tense face makes your skin crawl, but you don't move a muscle. This time you won't tremble like a rabbit. “She's been like this since she walked into this house, provoking me with such ease that it drives me crazy!” The wolf rudely wipes the blood from his lips.
He moves like a snake, fast and sinuous.
He traps your wrist in his steel grip and forces you to follow him.
“Jimin, what are you doing?” Seokjin asks anxiously. Hoseok moves in your direction, perhaps to pull you out of the clutches of his furious companion, but the latter barks orders at them.
“Not another step, or I'll really kill her!”
Out of the corner of your eye, you notice Yoongi stopping next to Seokjin, hands in his pockets and impassive expression. He nods slowly in your direction.
Your heart skips a beat, but you return his gaze with confidence. This is how it has to be.
“This is between me and him, don't follow us,” you reply, trying to keep your voice steady to hide your turmoil, Jimin's grip tightens. He looks like he's about to explode.
“I don't need your permission, you treacherous snake,” he comments stiffly, pulling you again to get past the others.
Hoseok still seems undecided, but he can't do anything else, not with Yoongi in the room and seeming so calm about Jimin's behavior.
When you disappear from view, however, he finds himself growling at his captain.
“Why did you let him behave like that?”
“The human and I made a deal,” he shrugs, lighting a cigarette with practiced ease, ignoring the fiery looks from the other two.
“What do you mean?” Seokjin asks in surprise. Until recently, he had been convinced that Yoongi wanted nothing to do with you.
The wolf with coal-black eyes exhales smoke in a little cloud, licking his lips.
“To keep her busy, I've given her the task of recording all the humans we capture and kill, specifying the reason behind the capture and how they were killed. She'll be a kind of assistant.” Hoseok shakes his head.
“It'll be torture, not a job for her.”
“But this way she'll have something to do, while Sylvus will get records attesting to valid reasons behind the capture. If written by a human, it will also be easier to believe what is written.”
“It will be complicated. Sylvus will send one of his men again to make sure she doesn’t write certain things just to please us because she fears us.” Seokjin rubs his eyes, visibly stressed and worried.
Yoongi smirks, “Do you think I'm a fool? I've thought of that too.”
Hoseok twists his mouth, “Yes, but that still doesn't explain why you let her go with that loose cannon!”
“Of course it does. I gave her permission to respond to your provocations as she sees fit, with the assurance that no one will hurt her in return, as long as she lets herself be fucked freely.” he looks up when he notices the healer’s astonished expression. “Don’t make that face, Jin. Do you think couples wait for the right days to have sex? As far as I’m concerned, that’s all bullshit.”
Something doesn’t sit right in Seokjin’s mind.
“Getting a job to relieve stress and having the chance to respond to provocations without punishment, as long as she gives herself freely. Two things in her favor, for a single payment.” The healer raises an eyebrow. “There was more, wasn’t there?”
Yoongi doesn’t answer, but a half-smile marks his features, softening them somewhat. There’s no reason for Seokjin to find out about the little kiss you exchanged; in the end, it was nothing important.
“What do you think you’re doing, you little brat?” he asks when he finally lets you go after dragging you into an empty room, with no furniture and no prying eyes.
Jimin seems completely beside himself, the blood now dried on his face and on the collar of his shirt, no longer in perfect condition. You smile, your heart racing with that intoxicating sense of triumph.
Yes, Yoongi is now a shameless piece of shit — but at least he’s an honest shameless piece of shit.
“I only gave back a fraction of the pain you inflicted on me.”
Your satisfied expression leaves him stunned, burning into you in return. Now that you look at him more closely, and with newfound confidence, you notice that Jimin resembles a dragon — a dragon whose treasure has been stolen. Driven by emotion, he doesn’t realize how easy it would be to wound his wings and bring him down.
“I won’t let you get away with this.” He’s now so close you can feel his breath mixing with yours, his chest rising sharply, shaken by low rumbles that scream “danger!”
“I’ll fill you in on Yoongi’s new orders. You can’t lay a finger on me now,” you tell him, gently gripping his collar. You feel him tense.
“That’s not possible. He would never do that,” he spits. “We are superior to you — we could kill you if we wanted!”
You smile sweetly, playfully tugging at the fabric between your fingers.
“The power of words brings down kingdoms. Didn’t you know that?”
At first angry, Jimin relaxes his shoulders after a few seconds of complete silence. He breathes slowly, though his pupils remain dilated.
“You got a favor, it seems,” he murmurs caressingly, his eyes like two luminous spheres, “What did you give him in return? You don't get something like that with a couple of crocodile tears shed just to make him pity for you.”
He's not wrong. Yoongi would have ignored your crying.
The truth is, the sooner you get pregnant, the sooner he'll be able to get rid of you for a while. The mere sight of you disturbs him in a way he doesn't really want to admit, because it would give you power, in a way. Besides, the more time you spend with his men, the more they seem to desire you. It's his intention to send you away before the worst happens.
“I gambled with the only thing I can really bet,” you reply seriously, Jimin chuckles maliciously.
“Your body,” he asserts confidently and with a hint of mockery. “We already have that.”
“My womb. With no more rules or controls, I know how annoying Seokjin can be,” you hiss and squeeze his collar tightly before pressing your lips to his.
This kiss is also different from the ones you've given before. It's an explosion of stagnant, dark emotions. Jimin's lips taste of iron and anger, his dried blood weighing heavy on your tongue as if it wants to burn you.
For a few moments, the wolf doesn’t respond, remaining stone-faced. Perhaps because your gesture was so rash and unusual that it left him petrified. Then a breath, broken by an angry growl, and his resistance goes out the window. He retaliates with a certain amount of violence, grabbing you forcefully by the neck, as if to punish you for daring to touch him that way, while his other hand snakes around your waist like a serpentine vice.
Every touch of your lips is a punishment dripping with venom, your bodies colliding as if in a duel. Jimin pushes you against a wall, one leg sliding between yours, pinning you. You sink your teeth into his lip, making him moan softly before slipping your tongue into his mouth, consuming each other with lascivious, devouring caresses.
When you pull apart, both of you panting, he looks at you with a cloudy gaze, full of a desire that leaves him bitter.
There is a certain tension between your bodies, and you look at him with a defiant glint.
“Stop hiding behind objects or people. You don’t need a charade to fuck a woman, Lieutenant,” you tease him.
There’s something dangerous in his silence. His eyes slide over your lips, swollen and red as sin, then return to meet yours with a new, animalistic and conflicted emotion.
“You’re playing with fire,” he warns, his jaw tense and sharply defined.
You caress it distractedly, without missing a single movement of his marble-sculpted face. “Maybe I'm starting to like it,” you reflect.
“You don't need to love me to have my body, it's just an exchange,” you continue, “Flesh is flesh, right?”
Perhaps you are a descendant of the serpent that tempted Eve.
There's no need to go that far; you just need to get pregnant as soon as possible. A simple task, you've always told yourself. Open your legs and let him do his work.
Yet, the idea of making him fall for you teases you. You are everything that disgusts him, the opposite of what he loved – but there is a spark of desire that shouldn't exist. Even though he would never admit it out loud, Jimin finds you interesting. Attractive, even, if you really want to push it. That's why he seizes on your every gesture or word to despise you; he fears you. What sweeter revenge than this: to ruin him until he becomes a vessel of guilt and contempt for himself and what he's lost.
Jimin wrinkles his nose and mouth before dragging you across the cold floor with him. His chest presses against yours, seemingly torn between hating you and devouring you; perhaps he chooses both, seeing as he grabs your neck to kiss you once again in a suffocating display of power.
“You'll regret all of this, Y/N,” he murmurs at your lips. You almost laugh from the heart.
“You more than me, Lieutenant.”
