For the girls who romanticize slow burn eye contact, ruined men, bloody knuckles, midnight convenience stores, and devotion that borders on catastrophe.
18+ only.
This page contains works for BTS, Bloodhounds, K-drama characters, actors, and other fictional men who probably need therapy before love.Themes may include: dark romance, obsession, yandere behavior, dubcon/cnc, violence, emotional dependency, possessiveness, explicit content, and unhealthy dynamics.
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BANGTAN SONYEONDAN
°°kim Namjoon°°
*Hot wheels
⭃➳Pairings: idol Namjoon x reader (f)
➳ genre: idol verse, relationship au.
➳ summary: teasing namjoon when he goes live could never get you in serious trouble, right?
°°Kim Seokjin°°
* Daddy issues.
⭃Pairing: seokjin x (f) reader.
⭃ (Sugar baby / sugar daddy.)
(" You’re ruining your dress and makeup pretty. ” )
°°Jeon Jungkook°°
* Mine.
⭃Pairing : mob boss jk x chef reader (f)
⭃Genre : oneshot, mafia au, yandere.
(You stumbled upon something you shouldn't have, and now jungkook needs to make sure you stay silent.)
3:15
⭃Pairing : jk x venom x reader (f)
⭃Genre : dark au! , stalking, yandere.
⭃( Jungkook and venom really likes you. )
Regrets | part two | part three | part four
moodboard
⭃Pairing : jk x rader (f)
⭃Genre : angst, breakup, yandere, obsessive, non con, series.
(" So this is it then? " You nodded your head with tears filling your eyes. , It is... I never meant to hurt you y/n." He swore and his doe eyes widened when he heard you sob. But you did. You did jungkook. " You whispered. )
11:47 ☕🔥🏍️
⭃Pairing : biker jungkook x baker reader
⭃Summary : Jungkook starts showing up at your café every night just before midnight. Same bike. Same coffee order. Same stupid smile that gets harder to ignore every day. Somewhere between teasing conversations, rain-soaked rides through the city, and late nights at his garage, the line between regular customer and something more starts blurring a little too fast.
°°Min Yoongi°°
⭃On the low
⭃Pairing : assassin yoongi x assassin reader (f)
⭃Genre : oneshot, assassin au, smut.
⭃ Yoongi hates you, but does he?
°° Jung Hoseok °°
➳Thinkin' bout you
➳Pairings: mafia hoseok x reader (f)
➳word count : 6k ( sorry lol)
➳ genre : Cnc smut, oneshot. ( with a little plot.)
°°Park Jimin°°
⭃Darkside part two
⭃pairing : jimin x reader
⭃genre ; arrange marriage au, dark themed. ( 2/2)
⭃summary: after the demise of your father, you were forced to marry a mob boss who was a decade older than you. Jimin has always been ruthless and marrying someone like him wasn't your first choice, but living with him made you crave for his attention. For getting his attention you were repeatedly acting out until one day he decided to take the matter in his own hands.
°° Kim Taehyung°°
➳ anon req drabble.
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BLOODHOUNDS
Im baek jeong
⭃Nsfw / sfw alphabets
⭃Headcanons
⭃He made me do it | baek jeong x reader chef | Ongoing....
Part one,
part two,
part three.
Part four
Yun Tae-goem
⭃You stayed anyway ( yun tae goem x lawyer (f) )
⭃ ask - life after ikfc ( Yun Tae-geom x Nurse reader )
Hong woo-jin
⭃Sfw/alphabets
⭃folding for ya! Poly | Kim gun-woo x reader x Hong woo jin | 5k words.
Kim gun-woo
⭃folding for ya! Poly | Kim gun-woo x reader x Hong woo jin| 5k words.
The slow burn is actually killing me at this point 😭
I’ve been writing He Made Me Do It Fic for a while now and the tension between them is so thick it’s suffocating (in the best way)Now I’m stuck on this decision.... Should I extend Part 5 all the way until the first kiss scene or should I write 6th part for the kiss scene.
I’m so fucking sick of their growing sexual tension that I desperately want them to just fuck each other already 😭😭 But I also don’t want to rush the emotional payoff.
Tell me dear moots, what do you think I should do? Stretch Part 5 or hold the kiss for Part 6? I’m genuinely confused and losing my mind over these two. (Also yes I’m aware I’m the one torturing everyone including myself)
i was searching for park bo gum fictions and why are there not many of them????? genuinely asking because have you LOOKED at him???
that man could be so much in our imagination. there are entire universes hiding behind that face.
like you're telling me people looked at park bo gum and didn't immediately think "i need a 150k word slow burn where he's hopelessly in love and suffering in silence"?
because i did.
every single photo of him looks like the beginning of a different story. the possibilities are ENDLESS
and yet every time i go looking for fics i'm wandering through the desert searching for water.
at this point should i take matters into my own hands??because clearly somebody has to do the heavy lifting around here.
Warnings : Soft and attentive Jongin, anxious/paranoid Y/N, domestic fluff, emotional intimacy and vulnerability, explicit detailed smut, oral, riding, yearning, passionate soft lovemaking, nipple play, fingering, praise kink, emotional aftercare, light angst, guilt, business issues, tensed jongin, jimin involvement, manipulative jimin , subtle hints of threatening to jimin by jk, yanderr behavior, and underlying themes of obsession.
Word count : 4.6k words
part one two three
Summary : Jungkook disappears after his threat, and slowly, life begins to feel normal again. A passionate night with your fiancee helps you find your footing, but soon cracks start appearing in his business world. Just when you're convinced the past is finally behind you, an accidental meeting with Jimin brings back emotions you spent four years trying to bury
.A/N : FINALLYYYYY COOCHI-COO WITH JONGIN. HAHA I WAS LOOKING FORWARD FOR WRITING IT....he's just too soft I almost don't want to wrong him in future chapters 😭😭😭 2* Not proofread.. Don't mind errors.
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whilhe first few nights after Jungkook’s threat felt unbearable and you hated yourself for it. Not because you missed him, but because your body still remembered him in ways that made your skin prickle with unwanted heat.
Every creak in the hallway outside the apartment tightened your chest. Every unknown notification sent unease crawling beneath your skin like invisible fingers. Even stepping out of work now became pretty difficult.
Your eyes would unconsciously scan crowded streets, searching for a black hoodie or a familiar tattooed hand before your brain could catch up and scold you for it.
You kept expecting him to appear suddenly. Another confrontation. Another wave of chaos.
Although you couldn't avoid him completely. He was everywhere. Ad campaigns, posters around your neighborhood, social media feeds... all of them seemed to be filled with Jungkook and the other members.
They really had gotten big and, to be honest, they had worked hard for it.
But besides that, nothing happened.
No breakfast waiting for you in the morning. No late-night messages lighting up your phone anymore. Absolutely no sign of Jungkook at all.
Days slipped by in careful silence. Then they turned into weeks, and slowly, almost reluctantly, your body stopped bracing for impact. The constant knot of fear in your stomach began to loosen...thread by thread..until you could finally draw a full breath again without it catching.
Jongin noticed before you even realized it yourself. He was very attentive to you.
“You slept through the night yesterday,” he said one morning, adjusting the cuffs of his crisp shirt near the kitchen island.
You looked up from your coffee...blinking. “Hm?” not understanding the depth of the statement.
“No nightmares.” A faint..warm smile touched his lips. “That’s progress, angel.”
Your chest tightened with a soft..complicated ache. Jongin never pushed...he never pried into the darker corners of your anxiety or demanded explanations whenever the shadow of Jungkook resurfaced. He simply stayed. Steady and patient, like someone holding an umbrella over you in the middle of a storm without ever asking for thanks.
It made guilt bloom painfully inside your chest sometimes. Because despite everything Jungkook had done -the hurt...the humiliation, the anger that still simmered - there were still quiet moments when your heart betrayed you by remembering him almost fondly. Jongin deserved so much better than the divided ruins you sometimes brought between you both....in your home.
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That evening arrived softer than most. City lights glowed gently against the tall windows while the savory scent of takeout filled the living room. Jongin had come home unusually early, arms full of food bags and your favorite snacks, even though exhaustion lingered beneath his eyes.
“Movie night?” you asked, watching him loosen his tie with tired fingers.
He nodded, offering a small smile. “Mm. Figured my fiancée looked like she could use one.”
You smiled despite yourself. “really? Is it that obvious?”
“Baby,” he chuckled quietly, “you threatened a barista yesterday because he almost gave you oat milk instead of almond.”
“i specially told him two times that I want almond milk,” you shot back lightly.
Jongin’s laugh was low and genuine as he tossed you the oversized hoodie you were always stealing from him and he himself changed into comfortable clothes. “ yes I heard it too baby now Come here.”
The warmth of domesticity settled over you both naturally after that. Simple...precious things. The television humming softly in the background. Your legs tangled together beneath a shared blanket. Jongin’s fingers brushing absentmindedly along your arm while he scrolled through movie options. His hand resting warm and possessive on your thigh, like it was the most natural place in the world.
Real peace.
You hadn’t realized how desperately you had missed silence until it finally returned.
Halfway through the film, your head found its way to his chest. His fingers played lazily with your hair, soothing and rhythmic. Your eyes drifted shut for a moment...body melting into him.
“Sleepy?” he murmured above you, voice a low, comforting rumble.
“mmhh.”
“We can go to bed if you want.”
But instead of answering right away, you whispered, “It’s quiet..gin..”
Jongin’s fingers paused in your hair. He understood exactly what you meant. No fear hovering at the edges...no threats lurking...no Jungkook waiting around corners.
Just this....warmth...safety...stillness.
His lips pressed tenderly to the crown of your head. “Yeah,” he whispered back. “It is.”
Something deep inside your chest loosened, almost painfully sweet. You tilted your head up to look at him. Jongin looked tired...hair slightly messy now, yet his eyes still softened every single time they found yours. Like loving you was the easiest most natural thing he had ever done.
Your fingers rose to brush gently along his jaw. “What?” he asked, smiling faintly.
“Nothing.” But it wasn’t nothing. It was the quiet realization that somewhere along the way you had stopped waiting for chaos every time someone chose to love you.
Jongin caught the shift in your expression immediately. His thumb traced slow circles against your hip beneath the blanket. “Hey,” he said gently, voice lowering. “what you're thinking now?”
You held his gaze for a few heartbeats, then leaned in without verbally answering him and kissed him first. Softly...bonestly.
Jongin froze for the briefest second before kissing you back..one hand sliding to your waist while the other cupped your cheek with careful touch....slow and patient. Always giving you room to pull away if you needed it.
You kissed him again...deeper this time and something warm and alive unfurled in your chest as he pulled you closer. No desperation. No need to prove anything. Just affection..real and grounding.
You drew back slightly..foreheads resting together..breaths mingling. He searched your face carefully.
“You sure?” he asked..voice husky but steady.
The sincerity in his tone nearly undid you. You nodded...fingers threading into his hair. “I want this. I want you...Jongin.”
His eyes reflected with desire..warm and hungry. “Then come here, baby.”
He kissed you again, slower and more intentional this time...his hand slipping beneath the hoodie to trace warm paths along your skin. The movie faded into meaningless noise as warmth replaced every last piece of tension in your body. For the first time in weeks..you felt safe enough to let your walls fall completely.
You tugged at the hem of the hoodie and Jongin helped you pull it off...his gaze drinking in every inch of newly exposed skin with open yearning. His palms cupped your breasts tenderly...thumbs brushing over your nipples until they tightened beneath his touch. You gasped softly into his mouth as he rolled one sensitive peak between his fingers then the other..sending sparks straight down to your core.
“Is this okay?” he whispered against your lips, voice husky. “Tell me if you want it softer or harder, angel.”
“Harder,” you breathed, arching into his hands. “I want to feel you.”
Jongin groaned softly and lowered his head..taking one nipple into his mouth. His tongue swirled around the sensitive bud while his fingers continued playing with the other sucking and licking until you were whimpering, hips grinding down against the growing hardness in his lap. The pleasure was slow-building..deep..and full of affection. Every touch felt like worship.
He eventually shifted you onto your back..kissing down your stomach with lingering reverence. When he reached the waistband of your shorts, he looked up, eyes dark but gentle. “Can I taste you?”
You nodded quickly..lifting your hips to help him slide the fabric down. Jongin settled between your thighs, pressing soft kisses along the inside of each one before his mouth finally found your center. His tongue licked a slow,broad stripe through your folds..savoring you and you moaned..fingers threading into his hair.
“Fuck… you’re so wet already,” he murmured..voice vibrating against you. He took his time alternating between gentle sucks on your clit and dipping his tongue inside you. Two of his fingers joined soon after sliding into your heat with ease and curling just right. He pumped them slowly while his mouth focused on your clit, building the pressure with patient skill.
You rocked against his face lost in the wet heat and the way he hummed in pleasure at your taste. “gin-ie… oh god, that feels so good.”
He glanced up at you lips glistening. “Yeah? You like my mouth on you like this?” When you moaned in response..he doubled his efforts, sucking gently on your clit until your thighs began to shake. Your first orgasm hit you in deep...rolling waves. You cried out his name..back arching as pleasure flooded every nerve.
Jongin stayed with you through it..gentling his movements until you came down then kissed his way back up your body. You pulled him into a deep kiss..tasting yourself on his tongue and reached down to palm his straining cock through his pants.
“I want you inside me,” you whispered..stroking him firmly. “please.”
He let out a low groan. “protection?”
You nodded. He quickly retrieved one from his wallet on the coffee table..rolling it on under your heated gaze. You pushed him back against the cushions and straddled him again...taking his thick length in your hand and guiding the head to your entrance.
“Slow at first?” he asked...hands resting on your hips, letting you set the pace.
“Yes,” you breathed..sinking down onto him inch by inch. The stretch was perfect full and delicious. When he bottomed out inside you...you both stilled..foreheads pressed together..breathing each other in.
“Fuck, baby… you feel incredible,” he groaned eyes locked on yours. “So tight and warm around me.”
You began to ride him slowly..rolling your hips in deep circles. Jongin’s hands guided you gently..thumbs stroking your skin as he thrust up to meet you. The rhythm was unhurried and passionate..filled with yearning. He sat up slightly to kiss you, tongues tangling as your bodies moved together in perfect sync. His mouth moved to your neck...then your breasts..sucking and licking while you rode him harder.
After several minutes..your thighs started to burn. Jongin noticed immediately.
“Tired, angel?” he asked softly...brushing damp hair from your face. “Want me to take over?”
You nodded...breathing heavily. In one smooth motion..he flipped you onto your back on the sofa..settling between your thighs without pulling out. He kissed you deeply as he began thrusting...slow, powerful strokes that hit every perfect spot inside you.
“Like this?” he murmured against your lips.
“Yes… just like that. Don’t stop.”
He kept the pace steady and deep..one hand slipping between you to circle your clit while the other braced beside your head. The pleasure built again..stronger this time...coiling tight in your belly. You wrapped your legs around his waist..pulling him impossibly deeper.
“I’m close,” you gasped.
“Come for me, baby,” he whispered, voice strained with his own pleasure. “Let me feel you.”
Your second orgasm crashed over you softer but longer pulsing around him as you moaned his name. Jongin followed right after burying himself deep with a low...broken groan..hips stuttering as he came inside the condom.
For a long moment...you stayed connected..breathing hard against each other. Jongin kissed you tenderly, over and over...your lips..your cheeks..your forehead...whispering soft words between each one.
“I love you,” he said quietly voice full of emotion. “So much. Being with you like this… it’s everything.”
You cupped his face heart full. “I love you too. Thank you for making me feel safe… for making me feel wanted.”
He smiled softly and pulled out carefully, disposing of the condom before gathering you into his arms. You curled against his chest under the blanket..skin warm and satisfied..listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.
The peace wrapped around you like a cocoon.
Then his phone vibrated sharply on the coffee table. Once. Twice. Jongin sighed...glancing over with obvious reluctance. When it rang a third time..he reached for it..jaw tightening slightly.
“Work?” you asked softly...already sensing the subtle shift in the air.
“Yeah… one of the investors again.” He kissed your forehead...lingering for a moment. “I’ll make it quick. Stay right here...baby. Don’t go anywhere.”
As he slipped out from under the blanket and stepped onto the balcony, voice low and controlled in the night air...you curled deeper into the warmth he’d left behind. The afterglow still lingered… but something colder now brushed against the edges...whispering that this fragile peace might not last much longer.
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The next few days settled into a deceptively gentle rhythm but small cracks had already begun to form beneath the surface.
You woke the morning after that tender night on the couch to the soft clink of dishes in the kitchen. Sunlight filtered through the curtains in pale gold strips and for a moment everything felt right. Jongin was already up moving around with his usual quiet efficiency. You padded out in his hoodie hair still messy and wrapped your arms around him from behind as he poured coffee.
“Morning,” you murmured...pressing a kiss between his shoulder blades.
He turned in your arms and kissed your forehead but the smile didn’t quite reach his eyes the way it usually did. “Morning, angel. Sleep well?”
You nodded studying his face. There were faint shadows beneath his eyes that hadn’t been there before. “what about You?”
“Me too darling.” He handed you your mug the one with the tiny chip on the handle that he always saved for you. “I have an early call with Tokyo. Might run long.” that was the first crack.
Another after that the calls became more frequent as the days passed. Jongin would disappear into his home office for hours voice low and measured through the door. You tried not to hover because you knew his world demanded this kind of pressure sometimes. Still, you noticed how his hand would linger on your waist a second shorter than usual when he passed by. How his laughter during dinner felt a little too quick like he was forcing it just for your sake.
On the third evening he canceled dinner.
“I’m sorry, baby,” he said over the phone voice tight with frustration. You were already dressed standing in the hallway with the reservation confirmation glowing on your screen. “One of the investors pulled out last minute. I need to fix this before it gets messy. Rain check?”
“Of course baby,” you replied swallowing the small sting. “Handle what you need to and make sure to eat something.”
When he finally came home well past ten he looked exhausted. Tie loosened jacket slung over one arm. He found you curled on the couch with a book and immediately pulled you into his lap burying his face in your neck.
“I hate doing this to you,” he murmured against your skin. His arms tightened around your waist strong and grounding. “This deal... it’s more complicated than I expected.”
You ran your fingers through his hair, trying to soothe the tension radiating from him. “It’s okay. I understand. Just... talk to me if it gets too heavy?”
He nodded but his eyes were already drifting toward his phone when it lit up again on the coffee table.
The real crack came two days later.
You were in the living room sorting through some work emails when you overheard him on the balcony. His voice usually so calm and controlled had sharpened.
“No, that’s not acceptable. We had a verbal agreement last week. If your team can’t deliver on time, then tell them to-” He stopped abruptly exhaling. “...I’m sorry. That was out of line. I know you’re doing your best. Just... get me the updated figures by tonight. Please.”
You watched through the glass door as he rubbed his temple, shoulders tense. When he stepped back inside he caught you looking and offered a tired smile.
“Everything alright?” you asked softly setting your laptop aside.
Jongin sank onto the couch beside you pulling you close. His hand found yours automatically thumb stroking over your knuckles. “Just business pressure. One of the junior executive dropped the ball on some projections and it’s rippling everywhere. Nothing I can’t handle tho.”
You searched his face heart squeezing. He looked so human in that moment..tired a little frayed at the edges but still trying so hard to shield you from it. “You snapped at him.”
He winced slightly. “Yeah. I apologized right after. Doesn’t make it right though.” He leaned in and kissed you gently lingering like he needed the contact to steady himself. “I’m sorry if I’ve been distant lately. This won’t last forever. I promise.”
You nodded curling into his chest. His heartbeat was steady beneath your ear but you could feel the subtle strain in the way he held you. Not panicked. Not yet. Just... worried. The kind of quiet worry that sat low in your stomach and refused to leave.
Later that night, after he had fallen asleep with his arm draped heavily over your waist, you lay awake staring at the ceiling. The apartment was quiet again, but it no longer felt as safe as it had a week ago. Jongin's phone had buzzed three times during dinner. He had silenced it each time without comment but you hadn't missed the tension that appeared in his jaw afterward.
You shifted carefully beneath the blankets and looked over at him.
Even asleep, he looked tired..his brows were slightly furrowed. One hand remained loosely curled against your hip as though some part of him needed to make sure you were still there.
Your chest tightened.
For weeks now he had been carrying something heavier than he wanted to admit.
And every time you asked, he gave you the same answer.
Just work...and Maybe he was right because companies hit rough patches all the time, Investors changes their minds, Deals fell through, People made mistakes..none of it was unusual.
Yet watching him slowly wear himself down trying to hold everything together left an uneasy feeling sitting low in your stomach.
You reached over and brushed a strand of hair away from his forehead. Jongin stirred slightly but didn't wake. A faint smile touched your lips.
"You're allowed to lean on me too, you know," you whispered.
The words disappeared into the darkness.
Outside, the city continued glowing beyond the windows.
Inside..sleep refused to come.
And somewhere beyond your reach, the first domino had already fallen...You just didn't know it yet.
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The bookstore had become one of your favorite places since moving here.
It wasn't particularly grand or famous. In fact, most people probably walked right past it without giving it a second glance. But you loved it. The soft smell of coffee that lingered between the shelves. The quiet rustle of pages turning. The gentle music playing somewhere overhead. Nobody knew who you were here. Nobody looked at you with pity. Nobody remembered the girl who once cried herself to sleep over Jeon Jungkook.
That Saturday afternoon with Jongin trapped in yet another meeting..you found yourself wandering through the fiction section without any real purpose.
You were reaching for a book when another hand reached for it at the exact same time.
Instinctively, you pulled your hand back.
"Sorry." The person laughed softly.
A familiar laugh....Your eyes lifted and for a moment neither of you spoke.
Jimin looked just as surprised as you felt.
"Y/n?"His expression softened immediately.
You blinked.
"Jimin."
He looked strangely normal today. No security guards Or cameras..nk stage makeup. Just a cream sweater, dark jeans and a couple of books tucked beneath his arm.
For some reason that made seeing him feel even stranger.
"I wasn't sure it was you," he admitted with a small smile.
"Well... it is." A laugh escaped him.
"Still reading romance novels?" You glanced down at the book in your hand and rolled your eyes.
"Yeah and I guess you too?" He nodded and his grin widened...and despite yourself..you laughed.
The sound surprised both of you...because it felt easy..Normal.
The next half hour passed much quicker than you expected.
You wandered through different aisles together..occasionally stopping to point out books or argue over which endings were terrible and which deserved awards.
It reminded you of older times before everything became complicated before every memory somehow found its way back to Jungkook.
Eventually the two of you ended up sitting near the bookstore café with iced coffees resting between you.
The conversation slowed naturally..comfortable silence settled for a moment. Then Jimin looked at you and something about his expression changed.
"You seem different." You frowned.
"Different good or different bad?" He smiled faintly. "Different happy."
Your fingers tightened slightly around your cup.For some reason that simple observation affected you more than it should have. Maybe because it had taken so long.
Maybe because there had been a time when happiness felt impossible.You lowered your gaze. "I am happy." Jimin nodded slowly and the smile on his face was genuine.
"I'm glad." You believed him..which somehow made everything harder.
You looked out the nearby window for a moment before speaking again. "I didn't think I'd get here."
"Hm?" He asked.
"The first year after I left."You laughed softly to yourself. "I was miserable."
Jimin stayed quiet...Listening.
"I didn't know anybody. I hated the city. I hated my apartment. Half the time I didn't even know why I got out of bed." The confession felt strange leaving your mouth. You rarely talked about those years.
"You know..." You smiled faintly. "There was a point where I genuinely thought maybe something was wrong with me." Jimin's expression fell immediately.
"Y/n..."
"No, it's okay." You shook your head. "Because then things slowly got better." Your smile became a little warmer. "A lot better actually."
His eyes followed the engagement ring on your finger and You noticed...So did he.
For a second neither of you said anything. Then you spoke quietly. "Jongin helped." Guilt flickered across Jimin's face.
"He makes things feel easy," you admitted. "I've never had to beg him to stay. I've never had to wonder if he loves me more one day and less the next." The words came out softer than intended.
But once they were spoken..neither of you could take them back. Jimin looked down at his drink.
His head lifted and he rubbed the back of his neck before speaking. "You just seem really happy with your fiancee."
"I am." You replied and he nodded
"Good."The word sounded heavier than it should have...he stared at the table for several seconds and then he spoke again his voice was quieter this time. "Sometimes people spend years trying to get back something they threw away."
Your brows furrowed."What?" Immediately, regret flashed across his face....like he hadn't meant to say it aloud.
"Just because somebody lets go..." He paused. "...doesn't mean they stop holding on." Your stomach dropped and the air suddenly felt heavier.
Neither of you said Jungkook's name...neither of you had to because you already knew exactly who Jimin was talking about.
neither of you knew how to recover from what had been said or perhaps what had almost been said.
Jimin tried steering the conversation back toward safer topics. Books. Travel. Music. Things that didn't leave bruises behind.
You tried too...but something had shifted. The easy warmth from earlier never quite returned..eventually you glanced at the time and stood. "I should head home."
Jimin immediately nodded."Yeah."
For a second he looked like he wanted to say something else...Maybe apologize again.
Maybe explain..Instead he simply smiled.
A small one. "Take care of yourself, okay?" You returned the smile. "You too." He walked you to the front of the bookstore before stopping near the entrance.
The afternoon sun had begun sinking lower into the sky...people moved along the sidewalks around you completely unaware of the strange heaviness sitting between the two of you.
Jimin shoved his hands into his pockets. Then..quietly..he said, "I'm sorry, Y/n." You looked up and his eyes never left the pavement.
"I'm sorry we never reached out." Your chest tightened. "We all knew you were struggling after everything happened. We knew how bad it got." His jaw flexed.
"But after what Jungkook did... after the way things ended..." He swallowed. "None of us could gather the courage to face you." The honesty caught you off guard and for a moment neither of you spoke.
Then you nodded slowly. "It's alright."
Jimin looked up...You forced a small smile. "We weren't that close, I guess." The lie tasted bitter because somewhere deep down you had expected him to reach out.
Out of all seven of them, Jimin had always been the closest to you...the easiest to talk to..but four years was a long time to hold onto expectations.
"It's all in the past anyway," you continued softly. "So let's leave it there." Your eyes stung suddenly and you hated yourself for it.
Jimin looked like he wanted to argue..like he wanted to tell you that wasn't true...that some things never stayed in the past....but before he could speak, you turned away.
"Goodbye, Jimin." And then you walked...You didn't look back.
You never saw the way he remained standing outside the bookstore long after you disappeared into the crowd...You never saw the guilt sitting heavily on his face Or the way his shoulders slumped once you were gone.
Several minutes passed before he finally reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. His thumb hovered over a familiar contact. For a long moment, he simply stared at the screen.
Then..with a quiet sigh..he pressed call..The line connected on the second ring.
“…Did you see her?” Jimin closed his eyes. “Yeah.” A pause...then Jungkook’s voice came through low and dangerously calm. “how was she?” Jimin hesitated...staring down the street where you had vanished. He thought about the engagement ring on your finger. The way you had smiled when talking about Jongin. The tears you had tried so hard to hide.
he answered quietly. “She was better..happy.”
Another heavy silence stretched between them. “You should think about letting her go, Kook,” Jimin said carefully. “She’s building something real. She looked… content. Maybe we should stop this before ---”
Jungkook’s soft laugh cut him off...amused in a way that sent a chill down Jimin’s spine.
“Let her go?” Jungkook repeated almost gently. “You still don’t get it, do you, Hyung? None of you do.” His voice dropped lower...laced with something unhinged and possessive.
“We’re not normal. We never were hyung and I’m definitely not morally fit enough to do the right thing here.” A quiet..dangerous pause. “She belongs with me. Whether she’s happy with him right now or not… doesn’t change that.” Jimin swallowed hard, gripping the phone tighter.
Jungkook’s tone softened into something almost sweet....terrifying.
“So be a good brother to me and stop trying to talk me out of it. You already helped me find her once. Don’t make me do the rest alone.”
The line went quiet for a beat.
Then Jungkook added..almost tenderly,
“I’ll handle the rest from here.”
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Word count- 0.6k
warnings : fluffffffff... Just fluuffffffff, my heart is squeezing God!!!!
────۶ৎ────────۶ৎ────────۶ৎ────────۶ৎ────On a Tuesday morning, an orange cat followed Baek Jeong home.,..he didn't notice.The cat trailed behind him through the gate, across the driveway, and straight into the house as if it had already know the way.
After his jog, Baek Jeong headed upstairs for a shower.Twenty minutes later, he walked back into the bedroom to find you sprawled across the bed with an familiar orange cat curled comfortably against your chest.
You looked up immediately. "Oh, hey. You bought a cat."
"I didn't."You scratched under the cat's chin. It purred."I never pinned you as a cat person, but hey..we're not judging."
"I feed him sometimes." Baek jeong scratched his neck.
"You feed him?" You wide your eyes a bit because he never told you this.
"Well, he seemed to follow you, k guess." The cat rolled onto its back...You gasped. "Oh my God, look at his little paws."
"Occasionally."The cat stretched... Baek Jeong narrowed his eyes. "I didn't bring him home."
"Leave him outside. He'll go." Baek jeong in his usual tone. You hugged the cat closer. "But he already came inside."
And The discussion ended there...Mostly because neither of you had the heart to abandon the cat.
Days turned into weeks and now the cat jogged beside Baek Jeong every morning....Patrolled the house every afternoon. Claimed his side of the bed every evening.
More than once, you found Baek Jeong standing in the doorway with his arms crossed...staring at the orange animal occupying his pillow.
The truly offensive part was that the cat adored you..like It followed you from room to room....Curled up beside you while you read....Waited outside the bathroom door...demanded affection every hour on the hour.. He was like a mini version of Baek jeong.
"I feed him," Baek Jeong said one evening when he tried to hold the cat but the cat ignored him completely and headbutted your hand.
"And I cuddle him," you replied...As if to prove your point the cat immediately climbed into your lap. Baek Jeong looked personally betrayed.
Then dinner arrived...Suddenly, the cat developed standards. It refused food from anyone except Baek Jeong....Not you or the housekeeper but just from your boyfriend.
A tiny spark of satisfaction appeared on his face. "He trusts me." You smiled nodding "Congratulations, Jeongie." The cat finished eating, jumped off the counter and immediately settled beside you. The satisfaction vanished and you couldn't stop yourself from laughing your ass off.
Chaos followed everywhere the cat went...like knocking documents off the desk..sitting on chair which Baek jeong likes to sit a Lot..sleeping on imp. reports...Sat directly on Baek Jeong's laptop whenever he worked from home.
Once...during an important video conference..it walked across the keyboard and disconnected the call entirely.
The meeting disappeared..silence filled the room and Baek jeong was shocked. You laughed so hard you nearly fell off the couch.
Baek Jeong glared the cat but it walked like nothing happened. A sassy little thing it was.
Late one evening, however...you found them together on the terrace..Baek Jeong sat quietly reading some report on his tab and The cat was curled against his leg. For once, neither seemed interested in starting a non verbal war
A softness crossed his face before he could hide it...You smiled. "He likes you." Baek Jeong glanced down...The cat remained asleep. "Maybe." His voice was quiet almost a whisper...
The way it always became around things he secretly cared about. The cat gave a sleepy little sigh and pressed closer...Baek Jeong didn't move away.
You watched the scene for a moment and felt your heart squeeze.... You're exactly where you wanted to be.
Warnings : domestic fluff, nsfw, sfw, explicit, switch reader n baek jeong, he's in love so. Much that finds different ways to embarrass himself, totally whipped.
Word count : 0.4k
author's note : trust me anon I can't too move on from im baek jeong,😭 I'm writing him currently for the ongoing series of his but writing a new headcanon was refreshing.
the cat drabble.. Here . read only if you want to die from a heart attack caused by extreme amounts of flufffffff 🐱🧡 side effects may include heart palpitations, emotional damage, kicking your feet in the air, and an overwhelming urge to adopt an orange cat.
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baek jeong is the type of boyfriend who will leave a high-stakes meeting mid-negotiation if you text that you're having a bad day. his driver already knows the route to you by heart.
he watches you from across the room like he's studying an opponent. when you catch him..he just smirks and goes back to his laptop.like nothing happened.
keeps a private file of every tiny detail you've ever mentioned. your favorite childhood book. the exact flower your grandmother grew. he revives the entire greenhouse variety without telling you.
pretends he hates animals but feeds the stray behind headquarters every morning at 6:17 when he goes for a jog. the cat now follows him almost everywhere.
always has one hand on you in public..lower back, waist, thigh...possessive but quiet..like he's reminding the world you're his without saying a word.
hates being sick. claims he's fine while answering emails with a fever...then dramatically ends up with his head in your lap for hours when you baby him. he secretly lives for it though.
sends you voice notes at odd hours. sometimes it's him grumbling about a deal. sometimes it's just him humming an old song he thinks you'll like.
loses every single board game to your niece. she cheats and he knows it but still plays anyway and pretends not to care when she wins.
back hugs constantly...chin on your shoulder while you're cooking or on your phone. sways a little like he's grounding himself after a long day.
the man who dominates boardrooms completely folds when you get genuinely mad. his money and power mean nothing.
suddenly every executive in the company becomes stressed...because chairman baek starts asking questions like, "do you think flowers are enough?" and nobody wants that responsibility.
sleeps best with his face buried in your neck..inhaling your scent. if you move away at night he unconsciously reaches out and drags you back against his chest.
he gets quietly annoyed when another guy makes you laugh..... doesn't cause a scene but the temperature in the room drops.
tried assembling a bookshelf once to impress you but it collapsed at 2 a.m and he still gets sour when you joke about it.
loves lying with his head in your lap after a brutal day. lets you play with his hair until the tension melts out of him.
has reduced grown men to silence with a single look for punctuality but once waited outside a fitting room for forty-five minutes because you said, "i'm almost done."
can get a minister, a prosecutor, and three CEOs on the phone within ten minutes but cannot tell you he misses you and instead he just appears wherever you are and stands suspiciously close until you notice him.
nobody interrupts him during meetings but you do. "baek jeong."
"yes?"the first time his executives witness it, they genuinely think they're hallucinating.
claims he's the head of the household but obviously does what you tell him to.
once spent twenty minutes apologizing to a plant because he accidentally watered the wrong one after you specifically told him not to touch it.
Nsfw
baek jeong fucks like he runs ikfc...precise, ruthless, and in total control. every deep thrust is calculated to pull broken moans from you...hand gripping your throat just right while his hips snap with boxer precision.
but you love flipping the dynamics. one night you pin his wrists with his own tie and ride him slow and mean..the terrifying chairman’s eyes widen..then darken with desperate hunger..he growls but lets you use him..hips bucking up helplessly as he falls apart.
his childhood scars make him needy in the dark. he buries his face in your neck during slow, possessive thrusts, growling “mine” like he’s afraid you’ll vanish. you trace every mark with your fingers and he shudders letting you take over completely.
sick baek jeong is dramatic as hell. he claims he’s dying, then melts when you straddle him for lazy..fever-warm sex. he lets you set the pace..whimpering softly into your mouth while you baby him and take full control.
he secretly craves when you dominate. tie his hands and edge him for an hour after winning an argument. he curses and begs until you finally let him come whispering “jeongie” right as he breaks.
morning sex is devastating. he starts with slow thrusts from behind while spooning but you push back and take over..making him laugh low and dark. he stays buried inside you..groaning your name as you ride him lazily.
post-fight adrenaline turns him feral ...pressing you against the wall for rough..bruising sex.
aftercare is soft and intense. he wipes you clean, then pulls you on top of his chest. sometimes he stays half-hard inside you while you play with his hair.
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Warnings : Soft and attentive Jongin, anxious/paranoid Y/N, domestic fluff, emotional intimacy and vulnerability, explicit detailed smut, oral, riding, yearning, passionate soft lovemaking, nipple play, fingering, praise kink, emotional aftercare, light angst, guilt, business issues, tensed jongin, jimin involvement, manipulative jimin , subtle hints of threatening to jimin by jk, yanderr behavior, and underlying themes of obsession.
Word count : 4.6k words
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Summary : Jungkook disappears after his threat, and slowly, life begins to feel normal again. A passionate night with your fiancee helps you find your footing, but soon cracks start appearing in his business world. Just when you're convinced the past is finally behind you, an accidental meeting with Jimin brings back emotions you spent four years trying to bury
.A/N : FINALLYYYYY COOCHI-COO WITH JONGIN. HAHA I WAS LOOKING FORWARD FOR WRITING IT....he's just too soft I almost don't want to wrong him in future chapters 😭😭😭 2* Not proofread.. Don't mind errors.
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whilhe first few nights after Jungkook’s threat felt unbearable and you hated yourself for it. Not because you missed him, but because your body still remembered him in ways that made your skin prickle with unwanted heat.
Every creak in the hallway outside the apartment tightened your chest. Every unknown notification sent unease crawling beneath your skin like invisible fingers. Even stepping out of work now became pretty difficult.
Your eyes would unconsciously scan crowded streets, searching for a black hoodie or a familiar tattooed hand before your brain could catch up and scold you for it.
You kept expecting him to appear suddenly. Another confrontation. Another wave of chaos.
Although you couldn't avoid him completely. He was everywhere. Ad campaigns, posters around your neighborhood, social media feeds... all of them seemed to be filled with Jungkook and the other members.
They really had gotten big and, to be honest, they had worked hard for it.
But besides that, nothing happened.
No breakfast waiting for you in the morning. No late-night messages lighting up your phone anymore. Absolutely no sign of Jungkook at all.
Days slipped by in careful silence. Then they turned into weeks, and slowly, almost reluctantly, your body stopped bracing for impact. The constant knot of fear in your stomach began to loosen...thread by thread..until you could finally draw a full breath again without it catching.
Jongin noticed before you even realized it yourself. He was very attentive to you.
“You slept through the night yesterday,” he said one morning, adjusting the cuffs of his crisp shirt near the kitchen island.
You looked up from your coffee...blinking. “Hm?” not understanding the depth of the statement.
“No nightmares.” A faint..warm smile touched his lips. “That’s progress, angel.”
Your chest tightened with a soft..complicated ache. Jongin never pushed...he never pried into the darker corners of your anxiety or demanded explanations whenever the shadow of Jungkook resurfaced. He simply stayed. Steady and patient, like someone holding an umbrella over you in the middle of a storm without ever asking for thanks.
It made guilt bloom painfully inside your chest sometimes. Because despite everything Jungkook had done -the hurt...the humiliation, the anger that still simmered - there were still quiet moments when your heart betrayed you by remembering him almost fondly. Jongin deserved so much better than the divided ruins you sometimes brought between you both....in your home.
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That evening arrived softer than most. City lights glowed gently against the tall windows while the savory scent of takeout filled the living room. Jongin had come home unusually early, arms full of food bags and your favorite snacks, even though exhaustion lingered beneath his eyes.
“Movie night?” you asked, watching him loosen his tie with tired fingers.
He nodded, offering a small smile. “Mm. Figured my fiancée looked like she could use one.”
You smiled despite yourself. “really? Is it that obvious?”
“Baby,” he chuckled quietly, “you threatened a barista yesterday because he almost gave you oat milk instead of almond.”
“i specially told him two times that I want almond milk,” you shot back lightly.
Jongin’s laugh was low and genuine as he tossed you the oversized hoodie you were always stealing from him and he himself changed into comfortable clothes. “ yes I heard it too baby now Come here.”
The warmth of domesticity settled over you both naturally after that. Simple...precious things. The television humming softly in the background. Your legs tangled together beneath a shared blanket. Jongin’s fingers brushing absentmindedly along your arm while he scrolled through movie options. His hand resting warm and possessive on your thigh, like it was the most natural place in the world.
Real peace.
You hadn’t realized how desperately you had missed silence until it finally returned.
Halfway through the film, your head found its way to his chest. His fingers played lazily with your hair, soothing and rhythmic. Your eyes drifted shut for a moment...body melting into him.
“Sleepy?” he murmured above you, voice a low, comforting rumble.
“mmhh.”
“We can go to bed if you want.”
But instead of answering right away, you whispered, “It’s quiet..gin..”
Jongin’s fingers paused in your hair. He understood exactly what you meant. No fear hovering at the edges...no threats lurking...no Jungkook waiting around corners.
Just this....warmth...safety...stillness.
His lips pressed tenderly to the crown of your head. “Yeah,” he whispered back. “It is.”
Something deep inside your chest loosened, almost painfully sweet. You tilted your head up to look at him. Jongin looked tired...hair slightly messy now, yet his eyes still softened every single time they found yours. Like loving you was the easiest most natural thing he had ever done.
Your fingers rose to brush gently along his jaw. “What?” he asked, smiling faintly.
“Nothing.” But it wasn’t nothing. It was the quiet realization that somewhere along the way you had stopped waiting for chaos every time someone chose to love you.
Jongin caught the shift in your expression immediately. His thumb traced slow circles against your hip beneath the blanket. “Hey,” he said gently, voice lowering. “what you're thinking now?”
You held his gaze for a few heartbeats, then leaned in without verbally answering him and kissed him first. Softly...bonestly.
Jongin froze for the briefest second before kissing you back..one hand sliding to your waist while the other cupped your cheek with careful touch....slow and patient. Always giving you room to pull away if you needed it.
You kissed him again...deeper this time and something warm and alive unfurled in your chest as he pulled you closer. No desperation. No need to prove anything. Just affection..real and grounding.
You drew back slightly..foreheads resting together..breaths mingling. He searched your face carefully.
“You sure?” he asked..voice husky but steady.
The sincerity in his tone nearly undid you. You nodded...fingers threading into his hair. “I want this. I want you...Jongin.”
His eyes reflected with desire..warm and hungry. “Then come here, baby.”
He kissed you again, slower and more intentional this time...his hand slipping beneath the hoodie to trace warm paths along your skin. The movie faded into meaningless noise as warmth replaced every last piece of tension in your body. For the first time in weeks..you felt safe enough to let your walls fall completely.
You tugged at the hem of the hoodie and Jongin helped you pull it off...his gaze drinking in every inch of newly exposed skin with open yearning. His palms cupped your breasts tenderly...thumbs brushing over your nipples until they tightened beneath his touch. You gasped softly into his mouth as he rolled one sensitive peak between his fingers then the other..sending sparks straight down to your core.
“Is this okay?” he whispered against your lips, voice husky. “Tell me if you want it softer or harder, angel.”
“Harder,” you breathed, arching into his hands. “I want to feel you.”
Jongin groaned softly and lowered his head..taking one nipple into his mouth. His tongue swirled around the sensitive bud while his fingers continued playing with the other sucking and licking until you were whimpering, hips grinding down against the growing hardness in his lap. The pleasure was slow-building..deep..and full of affection. Every touch felt like worship.
He eventually shifted you onto your back..kissing down your stomach with lingering reverence. When he reached the waistband of your shorts, he looked up, eyes dark but gentle. “Can I taste you?”
You nodded quickly..lifting your hips to help him slide the fabric down. Jongin settled between your thighs, pressing soft kisses along the inside of each one before his mouth finally found your center. His tongue licked a slow,broad stripe through your folds..savoring you and you moaned..fingers threading into his hair.
“Fuck… you’re so wet already,” he murmured..voice vibrating against you. He took his time alternating between gentle sucks on your clit and dipping his tongue inside you. Two of his fingers joined soon after sliding into your heat with ease and curling just right. He pumped them slowly while his mouth focused on your clit, building the pressure with patient skill.
You rocked against his face lost in the wet heat and the way he hummed in pleasure at your taste. “gin-ie… oh god, that feels so good.”
He glanced up at you lips glistening. “Yeah? You like my mouth on you like this?” When you moaned in response..he doubled his efforts, sucking gently on your clit until your thighs began to shake. Your first orgasm hit you in deep...rolling waves. You cried out his name..back arching as pleasure flooded every nerve.
Jongin stayed with you through it..gentling his movements until you came down then kissed his way back up your body. You pulled him into a deep kiss..tasting yourself on his tongue and reached down to palm his straining cock through his pants.
“I want you inside me,” you whispered..stroking him firmly. “please.”
He let out a low groan. “protection?”
You nodded. He quickly retrieved one from his wallet on the coffee table..rolling it on under your heated gaze. You pushed him back against the cushions and straddled him again...taking his thick length in your hand and guiding the head to your entrance.
“Slow at first?” he asked...hands resting on your hips, letting you set the pace.
“Yes,” you breathed..sinking down onto him inch by inch. The stretch was perfect full and delicious. When he bottomed out inside you...you both stilled..foreheads pressed together..breathing each other in.
“Fuck, baby… you feel incredible,” he groaned eyes locked on yours. “So tight and warm around me.”
You began to ride him slowly..rolling your hips in deep circles. Jongin’s hands guided you gently..thumbs stroking your skin as he thrust up to meet you. The rhythm was unhurried and passionate..filled with yearning. He sat up slightly to kiss you, tongues tangling as your bodies moved together in perfect sync. His mouth moved to your neck...then your breasts..sucking and licking while you rode him harder.
After several minutes..your thighs started to burn. Jongin noticed immediately.
“Tired, angel?” he asked softly...brushing damp hair from your face. “Want me to take over?”
You nodded...breathing heavily. In one smooth motion..he flipped you onto your back on the sofa..settling between your thighs without pulling out. He kissed you deeply as he began thrusting...slow, powerful strokes that hit every perfect spot inside you.
“Like this?” he murmured against your lips.
“Yes… just like that. Don’t stop.”
He kept the pace steady and deep..one hand slipping between you to circle your clit while the other braced beside your head. The pleasure built again..stronger this time...coiling tight in your belly. You wrapped your legs around his waist..pulling him impossibly deeper.
“I’m close,” you gasped.
“Come for me, baby,” he whispered, voice strained with his own pleasure. “Let me feel you.”
Your second orgasm crashed over you softer but longer pulsing around him as you moaned his name. Jongin followed right after burying himself deep with a low...broken groan..hips stuttering as he came inside the condom.
For a long moment...you stayed connected..breathing hard against each other. Jongin kissed you tenderly, over and over...your lips..your cheeks..your forehead...whispering soft words between each one.
“I love you,” he said quietly voice full of emotion. “So much. Being with you like this… it’s everything.”
You cupped his face heart full. “I love you too. Thank you for making me feel safe… for making me feel wanted.”
He smiled softly and pulled out carefully, disposing of the condom before gathering you into his arms. You curled against his chest under the blanket..skin warm and satisfied..listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.
The peace wrapped around you like a cocoon.
Then his phone vibrated sharply on the coffee table. Once. Twice. Jongin sighed...glancing over with obvious reluctance. When it rang a third time..he reached for it..jaw tightening slightly.
“Work?” you asked softly...already sensing the subtle shift in the air.
“Yeah… one of the investors again.” He kissed your forehead...lingering for a moment. “I’ll make it quick. Stay right here...baby. Don’t go anywhere.”
As he slipped out from under the blanket and stepped onto the balcony, voice low and controlled in the night air...you curled deeper into the warmth he’d left behind. The afterglow still lingered… but something colder now brushed against the edges...whispering that this fragile peace might not last much longer.
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The next few days settled into a deceptively gentle rhythm but small cracks had already begun to form beneath the surface.
You woke the morning after that tender night on the couch to the soft clink of dishes in the kitchen. Sunlight filtered through the curtains in pale gold strips and for a moment everything felt right. Jongin was already up moving around with his usual quiet efficiency. You padded out in his hoodie hair still messy and wrapped your arms around him from behind as he poured coffee.
“Morning,” you murmured...pressing a kiss between his shoulder blades.
He turned in your arms and kissed your forehead but the smile didn’t quite reach his eyes the way it usually did. “Morning, angel. Sleep well?”
You nodded studying his face. There were faint shadows beneath his eyes that hadn’t been there before. “what about You?”
“Me too darling.” He handed you your mug the one with the tiny chip on the handle that he always saved for you. “I have an early call with Tokyo. Might run long.” that was the first crack.
Another after that the calls became more frequent as the days passed. Jongin would disappear into his home office for hours voice low and measured through the door. You tried not to hover because you knew his world demanded this kind of pressure sometimes. Still, you noticed how his hand would linger on your waist a second shorter than usual when he passed by. How his laughter during dinner felt a little too quick like he was forcing it just for your sake.
On the third evening he canceled dinner.
“I’m sorry, baby,” he said over the phone voice tight with frustration. You were already dressed standing in the hallway with the reservation confirmation glowing on your screen. “One of the investors pulled out last minute. I need to fix this before it gets messy. Rain check?”
“Of course baby,” you replied swallowing the small sting. “Handle what you need to and make sure to eat something.”
When he finally came home well past ten he looked exhausted. Tie loosened jacket slung over one arm. He found you curled on the couch with a book and immediately pulled you into his lap burying his face in your neck.
“I hate doing this to you,” he murmured against your skin. His arms tightened around your waist strong and grounding. “This deal... it’s more complicated than I expected.”
You ran your fingers through his hair, trying to soothe the tension radiating from him. “It’s okay. I understand. Just... talk to me if it gets too heavy?”
He nodded but his eyes were already drifting toward his phone when it lit up again on the coffee table.
The real crack came two days later.
You were in the living room sorting through some work emails when you overheard him on the balcony. His voice usually so calm and controlled had sharpened.
“No, that’s not acceptable. We had a verbal agreement last week. If your team can’t deliver on time, then tell them to-” He stopped abruptly exhaling. “...I’m sorry. That was out of line. I know you’re doing your best. Just... get me the updated figures by tonight. Please.”
You watched through the glass door as he rubbed his temple, shoulders tense. When he stepped back inside he caught you looking and offered a tired smile.
“Everything alright?” you asked softly setting your laptop aside.
Jongin sank onto the couch beside you pulling you close. His hand found yours automatically thumb stroking over your knuckles. “Just business pressure. One of the junior executive dropped the ball on some projections and it’s rippling everywhere. Nothing I can’t handle tho.”
You searched his face heart squeezing. He looked so human in that moment..tired a little frayed at the edges but still trying so hard to shield you from it. “You snapped at him.”
He winced slightly. “Yeah. I apologized right after. Doesn’t make it right though.” He leaned in and kissed you gently lingering like he needed the contact to steady himself. “I’m sorry if I’ve been distant lately. This won’t last forever. I promise.”
You nodded curling into his chest. His heartbeat was steady beneath your ear but you could feel the subtle strain in the way he held you. Not panicked. Not yet. Just... worried. The kind of quiet worry that sat low in your stomach and refused to leave.
Later that night, after he had fallen asleep with his arm draped heavily over your waist, you lay awake staring at the ceiling. The apartment was quiet again, but it no longer felt as safe as it had a week ago. Jongin's phone had buzzed three times during dinner. He had silenced it each time without comment but you hadn't missed the tension that appeared in his jaw afterward.
You shifted carefully beneath the blankets and looked over at him.
Even asleep, he looked tired..his brows were slightly furrowed. One hand remained loosely curled against your hip as though some part of him needed to make sure you were still there.
Your chest tightened.
For weeks now he had been carrying something heavier than he wanted to admit.
And every time you asked, he gave you the same answer.
Just work...and Maybe he was right because companies hit rough patches all the time, Investors changes their minds, Deals fell through, People made mistakes..none of it was unusual.
Yet watching him slowly wear himself down trying to hold everything together left an uneasy feeling sitting low in your stomach.
You reached over and brushed a strand of hair away from his forehead. Jongin stirred slightly but didn't wake. A faint smile touched your lips.
"You're allowed to lean on me too, you know," you whispered.
The words disappeared into the darkness.
Outside, the city continued glowing beyond the windows.
Inside..sleep refused to come.
And somewhere beyond your reach, the first domino had already fallen...You just didn't know it yet.
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The bookstore had become one of your favorite places since moving here.
It wasn't particularly grand or famous. In fact, most people probably walked right past it without giving it a second glance. But you loved it. The soft smell of coffee that lingered between the shelves. The quiet rustle of pages turning. The gentle music playing somewhere overhead. Nobody knew who you were here. Nobody looked at you with pity. Nobody remembered the girl who once cried herself to sleep over Jeon Jungkook.
That Saturday afternoon with Jongin trapped in yet another meeting..you found yourself wandering through the fiction section without any real purpose.
You were reaching for a book when another hand reached for it at the exact same time.
Instinctively, you pulled your hand back.
"Sorry." The person laughed softly.
A familiar laugh....Your eyes lifted and for a moment neither of you spoke.
Jimin looked just as surprised as you felt.
"Y/n?"His expression softened immediately.
You blinked.
"Jimin."
He looked strangely normal today. No security guards Or cameras..nk stage makeup. Just a cream sweater, dark jeans and a couple of books tucked beneath his arm.
For some reason that made seeing him feel even stranger.
"I wasn't sure it was you," he admitted with a small smile.
"Well... it is." A laugh escaped him.
"Still reading romance novels?" You glanced down at the book in your hand and rolled your eyes.
"Yeah and I guess you too?" He nodded and his grin widened...and despite yourself..you laughed.
The sound surprised both of you...because it felt easy..Normal.
The next half hour passed much quicker than you expected.
You wandered through different aisles together..occasionally stopping to point out books or argue over which endings were terrible and which deserved awards.
It reminded you of older times before everything became complicated before every memory somehow found its way back to Jungkook.
Eventually the two of you ended up sitting near the bookstore café with iced coffees resting between you.
The conversation slowed naturally..comfortable silence settled for a moment. Then Jimin looked at you and something about his expression changed.
"You seem different." You frowned.
"Different good or different bad?" He smiled faintly. "Different happy."
Your fingers tightened slightly around your cup.For some reason that simple observation affected you more than it should have. Maybe because it had taken so long.
Maybe because there had been a time when happiness felt impossible.You lowered your gaze. "I am happy." Jimin nodded slowly and the smile on his face was genuine.
"I'm glad." You believed him..which somehow made everything harder.
You looked out the nearby window for a moment before speaking again. "I didn't think I'd get here."
"Hm?" He asked.
"The first year after I left."You laughed softly to yourself. "I was miserable."
Jimin stayed quiet...Listening.
"I didn't know anybody. I hated the city. I hated my apartment. Half the time I didn't even know why I got out of bed." The confession felt strange leaving your mouth. You rarely talked about those years.
"You know..." You smiled faintly. "There was a point where I genuinely thought maybe something was wrong with me." Jimin's expression fell immediately.
"Y/n..."
"No, it's okay." You shook your head. "Because then things slowly got better." Your smile became a little warmer. "A lot better actually."
His eyes followed the engagement ring on your finger and You noticed...So did he.
For a second neither of you said anything. Then you spoke quietly. "Jongin helped." Guilt flickered across Jimin's face.
"He makes things feel easy," you admitted. "I've never had to beg him to stay. I've never had to wonder if he loves me more one day and less the next." The words came out softer than intended.
But once they were spoken..neither of you could take them back. Jimin looked down at his drink.
His head lifted and he rubbed the back of his neck before speaking. "You just seem really happy with your fiancee."
"I am." You replied and he nodded
"Good."The word sounded heavier than it should have...he stared at the table for several seconds and then he spoke again his voice was quieter this time. "Sometimes people spend years trying to get back something they threw away."
Your brows furrowed."What?" Immediately, regret flashed across his face....like he hadn't meant to say it aloud.
"Just because somebody lets go..." He paused. "...doesn't mean they stop holding on." Your stomach dropped and the air suddenly felt heavier.
Neither of you said Jungkook's name...neither of you had to because you already knew exactly who Jimin was talking about.
neither of you knew how to recover from what had been said or perhaps what had almost been said.
Jimin tried steering the conversation back toward safer topics. Books. Travel. Music. Things that didn't leave bruises behind.
You tried too...but something had shifted. The easy warmth from earlier never quite returned..eventually you glanced at the time and stood. "I should head home."
Jimin immediately nodded."Yeah."
For a second he looked like he wanted to say something else...Maybe apologize again.
Maybe explain..Instead he simply smiled.
A small one. "Take care of yourself, okay?" You returned the smile. "You too." He walked you to the front of the bookstore before stopping near the entrance.
The afternoon sun had begun sinking lower into the sky...people moved along the sidewalks around you completely unaware of the strange heaviness sitting between the two of you.
Jimin shoved his hands into his pockets. Then..quietly..he said, "I'm sorry, Y/n." You looked up and his eyes never left the pavement.
"I'm sorry we never reached out." Your chest tightened. "We all knew you were struggling after everything happened. We knew how bad it got." His jaw flexed.
"But after what Jungkook did... after the way things ended..." He swallowed. "None of us could gather the courage to face you." The honesty caught you off guard and for a moment neither of you spoke.
Then you nodded slowly. "It's alright."
Jimin looked up...You forced a small smile. "We weren't that close, I guess." The lie tasted bitter because somewhere deep down you had expected him to reach out.
Out of all seven of them, Jimin had always been the closest to you...the easiest to talk to..but four years was a long time to hold onto expectations.
"It's all in the past anyway," you continued softly. "So let's leave it there." Your eyes stung suddenly and you hated yourself for it.
Jimin looked like he wanted to argue..like he wanted to tell you that wasn't true...that some things never stayed in the past....but before he could speak, you turned away.
"Goodbye, Jimin." And then you walked...You didn't look back.
You never saw the way he remained standing outside the bookstore long after you disappeared into the crowd...You never saw the guilt sitting heavily on his face Or the way his shoulders slumped once you were gone.
Several minutes passed before he finally reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. His thumb hovered over a familiar contact. For a long moment, he simply stared at the screen.
Then..with a quiet sigh..he pressed call..The line connected on the second ring.
“…Did you see her?” Jimin closed his eyes. “Yeah.” A pause...then Jungkook’s voice came through low and dangerously calm. “how was she?” Jimin hesitated...staring down the street where you had vanished. He thought about the engagement ring on your finger. The way you had smiled when talking about Jongin. The tears you had tried so hard to hide.
he answered quietly. “She was better..happy.”
Another heavy silence stretched between them. “You should think about letting her go, Kook,” Jimin said carefully. “She’s building something real. She looked… content. Maybe we should stop this before ---”
Jungkook’s soft laugh cut him off...amused in a way that sent a chill down Jimin’s spine.
“Let her go?” Jungkook repeated almost gently. “You still don’t get it, do you, Hyung? None of you do.” His voice dropped lower...laced with something unhinged and possessive.
“We’re not normal. We never were hyung and I’m definitely not morally fit enough to do the right thing here.” A quiet..dangerous pause. “She belongs with me. Whether she’s happy with him right now or not… doesn’t change that.” Jimin swallowed hard, gripping the phone tighter.
Jungkook’s tone softened into something almost sweet....terrifying.
“So be a good brother to me and stop trying to talk me out of it. You already helped me find her once. Don’t make me do the rest alone.”
The line went quiet for a beat.
Then Jungkook added..almost tenderly,
“I’ll handle the rest from here.”
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Genre : Non con, yandere setting, obsessive jk., exes au.
Warning : Toxic behavior, stalking, creepy behavior of jungkook., softie kai 😭, just threats, you'll see slight yandere behavior of the members as well, angst, past flashbacks, jk is dick, jeongin punches jk, the story is starting to pick up its toxicity people so be prepared for next chapters, also nothing much to warn about.
Word count : 3.5k words.
Summary : Blocking Jungkook should've been the end of it... but the next morning, he appears at your doorstep carrying your favorite breakfast and an apology. He leaves with a split lip, a broken bracelet, and a promise that sounds far more like a threat. 👀
Author's note : I've not proofread it so yeah.. Don't mind errors.....also updates might come late a bit because I've been working around 4-5 fics at present and that makes my head go in spiral. So I'll be taking a little break. Suggest me ideas for this fic if you have any tho..
Part one two four
────۶ৎ────────۶ৎ────────۶ৎ────────۶ৎ────Your fingers shook as you held the phone. For several seconds you simply stared at those words on the screen. They looked twisted and ugly. Possessive in a way that made your skin crawl. Yet the worst part was how clearly you could still hear his voice behind them. That deep lazy drawl. The same one that once called you princess right before kissing your forehead and then shattering every piece of your control.
You locked the screen fast but the damage was done. Jongin had already caught the storm crossing your face.
“Jungkook?” he asked in a low voice.
You swallowed hard and nodded weakly. His jaw tightened for a brief moment though he tried to hide it.
“What did he say?”
“Nothing important” you lied straight away.
Jongin studied you carefully. “Y/n.”
“I said it’s nothing.” Your words came out sharper than you wanted.
A thick silence filled the car after that. Guilt gnawed at you when he turned his gaze back to the road without another word. He never pushed or argued. That gentle patience only made the weight on your chest heavier.
“Sorry” you sighed while rubbing your forehead. “I’m just overwhelmed right now.”
He stayed quiet for a beat then spoke calmly...“Did he threaten you?”
Your eyes widened. The word landed too perfectly. Still you shook your head. “No. He’s just being Jungkook.” Jongin gave a small humorless smile. “I don’t like what that sentence implies baby.”
You leaned your head against the seat feeling completely drained....Neither did you...The rest of the drive stretched out in heavy quiet until the car finally pulled into the underground parking of your apartment building....When the engine died you let out a long breath. Every part of your body ached from the emotional toll.
Jongin turned to you right away. “Come here.”
He reached over and gently pulled you closer by the wrist before pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. Your eyes closed on their own....Safe...Jongin had always been that for you. A steady shelter in the chaos.
“I’ll make you tea upstairs” he murmured. “Then you’re sleeping for at least twelve hours. No arguments.” A weak laugh escaped you. “yes, my lord.”
He smiled faintly and got out first. For that brief moment alone you glanced back at your phone. Three new messages waited. Your stomach twisted into knots. You knew better than to look yet your fingers moved anyway.
The first two stung but the last one stopped your breath cold.
Does he touch you the way I used to?
Heat flooded your cheeks...Your chest squeezed tight as memories you had buried for four long years came rushing back fierce and unwanted. Jungkook’s fingers wrapped around your throat...his warm lips trailing down your neck. Those filthy whispers against your skin while he held you so close it felt like drowning in him.
You squeezed your eyes shut...No....You refused to let this pull you under tonight.
Stepping out you froze when you saw Jongin waiting by the elevator. He watched you with quiet worry etched across his face. “Y/n” he said softly. “What did he say?”
You shook your head quickly. “It doesn’t matter.” He walked over and took your purse from your shoulder with a sigh. “I’m trying hard not to overstep because I know tonight hit you deep. But I hate seeing you scared every time your phone lights up.”
Your throat felt tight....scared...was that it? Or were you simply weak for still letting him affect you like this? “He just likes getting reactions” you whispered. “That’s all.”
Jongin’s eyes narrowed. “And you think this behavior is normal?” It wasn’t. Jungkook had never learned where to stop especially when it came to you and your heart.
The elevator doors slid open. He let you step in first then followed. As they closed silence wrapped around the small space like a blanket too heavy to shake off.
Then your phone buzzed again.
Jongin noticed instantly. His eyes dropped to your hand before meeting yours. “Answer it.”
You frowned. “What?”
“Answer him” he repeated his voice steady yet darker now. “He’s not going to stop otherwise.”
Nerves churned in your stomach. You unlocked the screen slowly.
I know you're reading my messages princess, you too can't seem to stay away from me.
The words hit sharp. Your breath caught hard. After four years Jeon Jungkook still knew every hidden crack in you. The nervous tells you thought you had fixed. It shook you more than you wanted to admit.
You locked the phone again. The air inside the elevator grew thick and suffocating.
Jongin watched you for a long moment. “Block him.” You lifted your gaze to his. He didn’t sound angry which somehow made the decision harder.
“Jongin…”
“Y/n.” His tone stayed calm and firm. “This isn’t healthy.”
Your fingers gripped the phone tighter. He was right. Deep down you knew it. Yet a painful twist pulled inside your chest at the idea of cutting Jungkook off forever. Again. Pathetic. You hated that lingering weakness in yourself.
Jongin saw the conflict in your eyes and his expression softened. “I’m not asking because I’m jealous. I’m asking because I can see you breaking every time he reaches out.”
Your eyes stung with unshed tears. You looked back at the screen one last time. Those possessive words stared back too intimate for someone who belonged in your past. Your finger hovered over the contact.
Then you pressed block.
Everything went silent. No more buzzing. No more messages slipping through to unsettle you. It felt like you had ripped something vital from your own chest. Jongin stepped closer and brushed his thumb gently across your cheek.
“Good” he whispered.
He leaned down and kissed your forehead lingering there with warmth. Just comforting. Like he was proud you had chosen yourself.
“I know this isn’t easy” he said near your temple. “But you don’t owe him any part of you anymore.”
The doors opened moments later. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders and guided you out while that strange empty ache lingered in your chest. You told yourself it was the right choice. You had to believe it.
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Miles away in Jungkook’s penthouse the mood felt entirely different. Low music drifted through the living room while half-empty whiskey glasses sat on the marble table. Taehyung lounged on the couch scrolling his phone. Jimin and Hoseok argued playfully near the kitchen island. Namjoon looked tired. Yoongi sat back silently watching the maknae the whole time.
The younger man ignored everyone around him. He sat near the floor-to-ceiling windows phone in one tattooed hand and an untouched drink in the other.
“You’re staring at that phone like it owes you money” Taehyung finally joked. No reply came.
Jimin glanced over. “Did she reply at least?”
Jungkook’s jaw flexed. He typed another message.
Princess?
It failed to send. Not Delivered.
He tried again. Same result.
The room grew quiet as the others sensed the change. Taehyung lowered his phone....Yoongi’s eyes sharpened and Namjoon already seemed to know.
Jungkook let out a soft laugh but it held no real amusement. “She blocked me.” The words dropped like stones. Hoseok frowned. “Wait seriously?”
Jungkook leaned back against the window wtongue pressing against his cheek. A quiet sharp anger flickered in his eyes.
“She blocked me because of him” he muttered.
Yoongi sighed. “Or maybe because you sent her those weird texts right after seeing her again.”
Jungkook looked up. “Weird?” “You asked if her fiancé touched her” Jimin said flatly.
“And?” Jungkook replied.
“That’s inappropriate behavior” Hoseok added in disbelief almost laughing. Jungkook scoffed and glanced back at his phone. “You didn’t see her tonight. Not the way I did.”
“We all saw her” Namjoon said carefully.
“No.” Jungkook shook his head slowly. A small dangerous smile tugged at his lips. “She still wore the bracelet.”
That detail pulled everyone’s focus.
Taehyung sat up straighter. “For real?”
Jungkook nodded...Dark hope mixed with raw obsession flashed across his face. “She hid it after I noticed. That means she knows it still matters.”
Yoongi’s expression hardened. “Kook.” “She blocked me” Jungkook repeated quietly. “But she kept the bracelet for four years.”
Everyone felt the dangerous pull in his words. He would cling to that contradiction now and let it fuel him.
Yoongi leaned back. “This is exactly why finding her was a bad idea.” Jungkook smiled faintly and took a slow sip of whiskey eyes turning toward the glittering city below.
“No” he said softly. “Finding her was the best thing I ever did hyung. ”
His gaze grew darker with quiet determination.
“Now I just need her to realize that too.”
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Morning arrived too quietly for your liking. Soft sunlight filtered through the curtains of your apartment...carrying the faint, comforting smell of coffee from the kitchen. For one fragile moment, buried beneath the warm sheets..you almost convinced yourself that last night had been nothing more than an exhausting nightmare.
Then your eyes landed on your phone resting silently beside the bed..and reality settled heavily inside your chest again.
Jungkook.
You squeezed your eyes shut for a brief second before forcing yourself out of bed. Your body still felt emotionally drained...heavy with the weight of the ballroom...those desperate messages, and the memories that refused to stay buried where they belonged. The apartment...however looked peaceful. Safe.
Jongin stood in the kitchen wearing gray slacks and a black button-up, sleeves rolled neatly to his elbows. His glasses rested low on his nose as he quietly flipped through something on his tablet..coffee mug in hand. The sight was so domestic it made your chest ache in a strange..bittersweet way. This was the kind of life you had once begged the universe for... stable mornings....soft conversations...someone who stayed.
He looked up the moment he heard your footsteps, and his expression softened instantly.
“Morning, angel.”
You nodded weakly as you walked toward the kitchen island. “Morning.”
Jongin noticed your tired face right away. “Don't want to sleep more?”
You forced a small smile. " Not really in the mood for sleeping.”
A faint frown creased his brows. He set the tablet aside and stepped closer. “Come here.”
Before you could protest...he gently pulled you against his chest. One hand settled at your waist while the other rubbed slow...soothing circles up and down your back. He was always so warm. Your forehead rested against his shoulder automatically as you let out a shaky exhale.
“Better?” he asked softly. A little..maybe...uou nodded anyway.
Jongin pressed a kiss to the top of your head before pulling back slightly. “I canceled your afternoon meetings, by the way.” Your eyes widened. “hone-”
“You’re exhausted,” he cut in calmly. “And before you argue, I already told your assistant you weren’t feeling well.”
You sighed...tired and grateful all at once. “You didn’t have to do that.”
“I know but I really wanted to.” God. Why was he always like this? So steady. So caring. Your gaze dropped unconsciously to the engagement ring on your finger...and fresh guilt twisted painfully beneath your ribs. You were trying... you really were.
Then the apartment intercom rang.
Both of you frowned. Jongin glanced at the clock. “Were you expecting someone?” You shook your head. “No.”
It rang again..more insistently this time. Jongin walked over to the wall monitor...and you followed slowly behind him. The moment the screen flickered on...your blood ran cold.
Black baseball cap. Black hoodie. A tattooed hand resting casually in his pocket. Jeon Jungkook stared straight into the security camera like he already knew you were watching.
Your breathing stopped. “What the fuck...?” Jongin’s expression darkened. “How does he know where we live?”
You felt horrified you don't remember giving him the address last night.
Downstairs, Jungkook tilted his head slightly toward the camera...a small smile tugging at his lips. Then he lifted something into view...your favorite bakery box. The exact strawberry croissants you used to crave on stressful mornings. Your stomach twisted painfully.
“Don’t open the door,” Jongin said immediately.
As if he could hear him...Jungkook leaned closer to the speaker. “I know you’re there, princess.”
Your heartbeat stuttered. Jongin muted the intercom at once. Silence swallowed the apartment.
“He’s insane,” Jongin muttered rubbing his jaw in frustration.
You stared at the blank monitor numb. One question kept circling in your head...how long had Jungkook been watching to find this place?
“Stay here,” Jongin said suddenly.
Your head snapped toward him. “What? No.”
“I’m going downstairs.”
“honey, don’t—”
“Y/n.” His voice stayed calm but firmer now. “He cannot just show up outside our home like this.”
Our home. The words made your chest tighten with a confusing mix of warmth and guilt.
Before you could stop him, Jongin grabbed his suit jacket and headed for the door. Panic surged through you. You knew Jungkook... and something about the look in his eyes on that camera felt horribly wrong. You followed anyway.
“Jongin, wait.”
The elevator ride down felt suffocating. Jongin stood beside you quietly...hands in his pockets...tension radiating from him in controlled waves. Unlike Jungkook, he wasn’t emotionally explosive... which somehow made him scarier when truly upset.. You don't even remember if you ever saw jongin loose his calm.
The doors opened to the private lobby and there he was.
Jungkook leaned lazily against the marble wall holding the bakery box. An expensive black car waited outside and the security guards were awkwardly pretending not to stare at the globally famous singer trespassing like a deranged ex.
The second he saw you..Jungkook looked up and smiled. Like he belonged there. Like no time had passed at all.
“Morning, princess.” His gaze moved slowly over your oversized sweater and sleepy face. For a flicker of a second something softer passed through his eyes. “You look tired.”
Jongin stepped slightly in front of you..protective. Jungkook noticed immediately, and the softness vanished.
“She likes these.” Your stomach twisted because he was right. Years later...and he still remembered that tiny bakery near your old apartment.
Jongin remained unmoved. “You showing up uninvited outside our home after she blocked you last night is really crossing the line.”
That finally wiped the smile from Jungkook’s face. His eyes shifted to you. “You blocked me!”
The sentence sounded quieter than you expected. Almost like he's still digesting the fact that you can block him.
Your fingers curled nervously at your sides but you forced the answer out. “Yes.”
A long silence stretched between you. Jungkook stared at you so intensely it made your skin burn. Then he laughed softly lowering his gaze to the bakery box. “Cute,” he muttered.
“Excuse me?”
He looked back up, and there it was that dangerous calmness. “Blocking me won’t make me disappear princess. You should know that better than anyone.”
Jongin’s jaw clenched. “Enough.” He stepped forward. “You’re leaving. Now.”
For the first time...Jungkook properly looked at him again and smiled. Not kindly. “You think you can order me around?” he said quietly...tilting his head. “You keep saying ‘our home’ like she wasn’t calling another place home for years before you existed.”
“Jungkook, stop,” you warned sharply.
But he ignored you eyes locked on Jongin. “Must be exhausting... loving someone whose heart still flinches when they see somebody else.” He looked at you and his voice dropped. “You wanted marriage from me for years.”
The words landed like a slap. A bitter...broken laugh escaped your mouth. “Wow. You really have the audacity to say that to me?”
“Y/n-”
“No.” Your voice cracked. “No, because you don’t get to stand here acting hurt now. Not after what you did to me.”
Guilt and defensiveness flickered across his face..but you didn’t care anymore.
“You left me,” you continued...breathing uneven. “I begged you not to leave and you still walked out like I was nothing.”
“You know it wasn’t like that-”
“Then what was it like, Jungkook?” You snapped. “Explain it to me...because from where I was standing you picked the woman who cheated on you over the person who actually loved you.”
Jongin stayed beside you quietly....letting you speak everything you had never gotten closure for.
“I came back for you,” Jungkook said suddenly voice rougher now. The lobby fell silent again.
“I looked for you everywhere after I realized what I did.”
Your expression twisted painfully. Once...those words would have healed you but Not anymore.
“After she cheated again??,” you questioned coldly.
Jungkook went still.
You laughed softly...tears gathering in your eyes. “you really are something else jeon!! You only came back because she must have fucked up again and I told you she would.”
The sentence hit hard. You watched something crack in his face like you had reached into his chest and squeezed.
Jongin glanced at you with quiet pride.
Jungkook stared at you for a long moment before scoffing. “Then why are you still looking affected by me?”
“What?” “Why are you nervous?” He stepped closer. “Why do your hands keep trembling every time I get near you if you’re so over me?”
“Back off,” Jongin warned.
Jungkook ignored him. His eyes dragged over you before landing on your wrist. The bracelet. The thin silver one he had bought you years ago during a drunk...laughing night in a convenience store at 2 a.m.
His expression shifted...dark...hopeful...possessive. “You still wear it.” Your breath caught...Fuck...You had forgotten you were wearing it.
“Four years and you still keep wearing my bracelet?” His voice lowered. “Baby, you really expect me to believe you moved on?”
“Don’t call me that.”
But he looked almost insane like the bracelet had confirmed every obsessive thought he’d carried for months. “Does he know how special it is for you?”
“Jungkook, enough.”
“Or should I tell him how you used to cry whenever I tried taking this bracelet off because you said it made you feel connected to me?”
“Shut up.” you felt pathetic at his confidence.
“See?” He looked at Jongin with a soft laugh. “She still loves me.”
That was it.
You ripped the bracelet off your wrist violently and threw it at his chest. “Here! Take it then! Take your fucking bracelet and leave me alone already!”
The silver chain hit him before clattering to the floor near his feet. Silence swallowed everything.
Jungkook stared down at it like you had thrown something far more precious than metal. For the first time...he looked small. Wounded.
“You threw it away?” he asked quietly.
Your chest hurt so badly you could barely speak. “You threw me away first.”
That snapped the last thread of his composure.
Jungkook grabbed your wrist, desperate rather than violent. “Don’t fucking say that princess please...”
Jongin moved instantly. His fist slammed across Jungkook’s face with a sickening sound that echoed through the lobby. You gasped.
Jungkook staggered back, blood splitting across his lower lip.
“Touch her again and I’ll seriously break your jaw next,” Jongin spat coldly. Eyes full of anger.
Security started panicking...but the situation only worsened. Jungkook laughed..low and bitter...wiping the blood with his thumb.
“Wow. You hit harder than you look, businessman.”
“And you cry harder than you sing jeon,” Jongin replied smoothly.
Even Jungkook looked caught off guard. Jongin stepped fully in front of you, protective and confident. “You spent four years obsessing over a woman you abandoned so many times and still think you’re the victim? That’s really embarrassing to be honest.”
The humiliation hit deep. Jungkook’s face darkened.
“Showing up outside our apartment. Texting her weird sexual shit after she blocked you. Grabbing her wrist?” Jongin scoffed. “You’re lucky she remembers you fondly...because personally? I think you need therapy and a restraining order.”
“honey, stop-”
“No, baby...because this is insane.” Jongin glanced back at you before facing Jungkook again. “You left her destroyed and now you’re spiraling because somebody else loved her properly after you failed to?”
Failed. The word bruised Jungkook badly.
“You think she loves you?” Jungkook asked quietly.
Jongin smirked. “yes she does in her own way and just so you know she respects me. Which already puts me above you.”
You saw the murderous glint in Jungkook’s eyes. His gaze shifted to you, standing behind Jongin. The heartbreak, jealousy and humiliation twisted into something uglier.
He bent down slowly..picked up the bracelet and tucked it into his pocket.
“I tried doing this nicely,” he said...smiling in a way that was beautiful...empty and terrifying. “I came here ready to apologize. Beg even.”
His eyes flickered to Jongin. “But now? I think maybe you need reminding.”
A chill ran up your spine. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
Jungkook kept staring only at you. “It means one day you’ll walk away from him all by yourself. And when you do... you’ll come back begging me to forgive you for standing beside another man like this.”
You felt real fear crawl through your chest this time. Not just heartbreak or fear Because he sounded absolutely certain.
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