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Moonlight Reign Ch.1

A/N: Instead of forcing myself to focus on one series at a time, I'm planning to write what sparks joy to write in the moment and post it as I go! Hopefully this will clear some wips and help me feel less disorganized lmao! Not to say I'm not working on THB, I def am I just want to have something to post as I work on THB and the bigger projects like the LWAB fics among other things! So (hopefully) I'll keep these chapters limited to 5-7k, but we'll see lol pls enjoy and send me asks I thrive on them and so does my motivation!

And a huge thank you to my wonderful B @rapline-heaux for beta-reading ily!!

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Pairing: Yandere! Mafia! BTS x Reader

Words: 5.7k

Warnings: crime, sensory flashbacks, trauma, unhealthy relationships, yandere behavior not rlly in this part but soon, pining, violence, past abuse, past neglect, academic neglect, stitches, drunk Jungkook, tackling, pinning someone down, mention of open relationship, poly is the norm is this au

“It’s time to go now.” 

1, 2, 3, 4

“Five years after the fall of the underground power family, Moon Corporation, people still suspect an even more powerful company has taken their place since…”

1, 2, 3, 4

“It’s… so red…”

1, 2, 3, 4

“The exposure beheld more answers than questions, but on the five-year anniversary of the suicidal explosion that killed the head, Moon Byungyeol and his daughter, the elusive green-haired girl who was 18 at the time, colleagues mourn in secret and establishments fear an anniversary heist or something worst than last year as the date rapidly approaches…”

1, 2, 3, 4

“Locals have several theories on the big conglomerate that now controls Seoul’s business, underground and above, with the mafia organizations and gangs running rampant, people fear the government is under their thumb as well…”

1, 2- SHUT UP

You inhaled deeply as if just surfacing from the drowning body of water residing in your brain. Your fingers stilled from the tapping, a  desperate attempt to make you surface, a sorry technique your brief stint in therapy drilled into you. Maybe having nothing led to illogical personal connections with a number. Of all your training as an heir, it was the mundane basic curriculum lessons that fascinated you the most. You were never good at math, but you loved to be perplexed by the numbers. It was a humbling experience, and in your fruitless calculations, four was always the easiest to wrap your head around. Of course, you didn’t know how humbled you’d be until you were a 20 year old trying to figure out how to do middle school math. Your education left much to be desired growing up, but you still enjoyed learning. 

You used to be convinced four was too perfect of a number for such an ugly world, and though you let go of the notion with your past life, it didn’t change that it was a world you had to feign blind to now. In your youth, four was a beautiful result of a simple equation, a funny origin to big numbers. It was a warm hug among the violent reactions when you’d get questions far below your intended grade level wrong. In a world where stuffed animals were banned from your childhood room, the number four was all you had. You didn’t particularly like how pathetic that made you feel, but it didn’t change how much it helped you on days like these.

Your palms retracted from their firm placement on the wall you leaned on, relaxing you. Releasing your slightly curled fingers, you stifled a bitter laugh at the desperate attempt to grasp onto something. It was always so degrading to scrub off the marks your acrylics made along the wall, but the stiletto nails made taps loud enough to bring you back. It was an absolute mystery how the school you worked at let you get away with these. 

Your little episode was finished as you settled your mind with the news continuing to drone on. You massaged your jaw, sore from the subconscious clench you were cursed with. You blew out a sigh as you felt your face and nodded when no tears were felt. Your phone buzzed, alerting you to the time and you groaned. Your damn neighbor would be here any minute now.

Jungkook wasn’t a mean guy by any means, quite the opposite. He was extremely insistent on your well-being, so much so it bordered on doting, and such behavior made you clam up. You didn’t know how to respond to his fussing over you. Hell, you didn’t know how to respond to most interactions outside of your old family business for a long while. That was just one of the many things he taught you, and he never once lost his cool doing so. He was patient with you, and you didn’t know how to thank him for it. 

You both had been in the same class when you attended university, and while you were fine with letting your temporary acquaintanceship go no further than asking for notes or the occasional study session, he was a force to be reckoned with. You just kept running into him and when you moved here and found he was your next-door neighbor, you knew there was no getting out of it. He was going to be your friend. Although, you never understood why he wanted to be so bad. 

Cut to a whole year after you both graduated, and it still didn’t make any sense. You both were polar opposites in a lot of ways. He was the regular party boy always at clubs and coming home at ungodly hours of the night. Meanwhile, you were usually in bed by 11:00 pm and only left your apartment for the job that barely covered your rent. Needless to say, you weren't exactly a social butterfly, so if you found one friend in Jungkook, you figured it wouldn't be such a crime.

However, having Jungkook as a friend meant having a weekly dinner with him as he mooched off of your TV and you mooched off of the food he paid for. It was an even enough exchange. Plus, it was nice to talk freely, or well, as free as you've ever been able to, even if just for a little bit.

You faced the mirror, patting down your hair, thankful for how much healthier it was without the cheap dye job you had done yourself when you were 14, “That green didn’t suit me at all,” You mused, fixing your hair, “Plus it nearly ruined my hair.” You murmured to no one in particular, keeping track of your speeding thoughts as you settled back into Earth. 

Jungkook knocked on the door and you nodded to yourself, “It’s open!” You called and sat down at the table as he walked in, take-away bags in his hands.

“You really shouldn’t leave your door open like that, you know.” He tsked like he always did. It just made sense to leave it unlocked when you knew he was coming, especially if you needed to run to the bathroom so you could finish crying before facing him. Of course, you haven't had to do that in a while, but better safe than sorry. Your issues, for lack of better term, were no secret to Jungkook, and you both knew it, but you liked to avoid having him see you at your most vulnerable when you could help it.

You simply shrugged as you helped him unpack the food, “We’re the only ones on the top floor.” You reminded him, “it would be quite silly of a criminal to come all the way up to the 20th floor.” You chided.

“Still.” He tried to argue but quickly gave up. Jungkook knew by now that you could take care of yourself, but sometimes you wished you’d let him do it for you more often. However, he let this potential argument go, this time. He looked around and narrowed his gaze at the TV, “Why do you still have the news on?” 

You paused and looked up from your food as it prattled on about your family, “I guess I forgot,” You forced your casual tone, “Did you get-”

“Syndicates, huh…?” He echoed the news reporter’s words, eyes fixated on the screen with a curious look, “The news is so weird with this stuff.”

The chopsticks in your hand stilled. You wanted to say that the syndicates were even weirder since they were the ones that probably signed off on the script. As a little girl, that was the first thing you had learned, how to play chess outside on a park bench, how to play chess crushing people in your hands as you moved them. It had all been the same to you for far too long. 

“Like I care, it’s just background noise.” A lie, you hated lying, but it was something you had to get used to doing for the sake of your safety.

“You aren't scared of these guys at all?” Jungkook looked at you like you were crazy, although his eyes didn't match the rest of his face's intensity.

Shaking off the weird notion, you rolled your eyes, “A world without you buying me dinner is pretty spooky but that,” You gestured to the TV, “Is a cheap haunted house in comparison to the hell of making dinner or worse, ordering it myself, on a Friday night.” You giggled.

Jungkook rolled his eyes with a scoff, “Is that all I am to you? A sugar daddy?” He asked in mock offense and you nearly spit out your drink.

You swallowed roughly before glaring at him as he laughed, “If you’re my sugar daddy, I need a new one.” You retorted and his laugh died while a childish pout settled on his face, “I mean, all I get is a measly dinner once a week and I still have to work and pay my bills?” 

“Well, what do I get, huh?” He crossed his arms, and it made you chuckle. Laughter had never come easy to you growing up, and it still had a hard time coming to you but after years by Jungkook’s side it was easier than ever to do, “Where’s my sugar?” He thrusted his cheek toward you, tapping on it with his index finger.

You rolled your eyes in spite of the flutter in the pit of your stomach and pushed his face away with your index finger, “My presence is your sugar, dummy.” You teased and how easy it was to be human around him made you smile wider, “Plus I let you watch your silly little shirtless men.” 

He clicked his tongue, “First of all, if you’re going to call them shirtless men, at least call them hot because look at him.” He pressed a button on your remote and his favorite fighter, Park Jimin filled the screen, “Second of all, it’s literally fewer syllables to just say MMA fights.”

You took a bite of your food and shrugged, “Don’t you have, like, a million boyfriends? Wouldn’t you make them jealous drooling all over Jimin?” You challenged, vaguely remembering Jungkook saying he had more than three boyfriends at some point. Not that it was surprising, most people had at least two significant others. Unless they were you, of course. You had no one to talk to but the man sitting in front of you, forget about a significant other. “He would make me pretty damn insecure.” You chuckled.

Jungkook scrunched his brows at you, “Six.” He corrected, mirth filling his eyes already.

You looked from the TV to him, “Hm?” You tilted your head to the side.

“I have six boyfriends, thank you very much.” He stated matter-of-factly, and you rolled your eyes at his tone, “Why? Are you trying to give me seven significant others?” He feigned a scandalous gasp, “Well, the relationship is open, you know, so I guess I could pencil you in–” You cut him off by shoving a piece of chicken in his mouth with a glare. The teasing made your chest seize for a split moment when faced with his teasing smirk, so this had been the best way to shut him up. 

Jungkook had always been a flirt, he often relished in teasing you to see how embarrassed you would get. Thankfully, over the years you had gotten used to it. You had already known his relationship was open since he mentioned how often they’re all apart, but you didn’t care to entertain that kind of intimacy with Jungkook even in your thoughts these days. It was just better that way.

“Ha, ha, we got a comedian.” You deadpanned and before you could say anything else, something on the screen caught your eyes, “What the fuck?” You mumbled.

“What?” Jungkook inquired as he looked at the TV, swallowing the food you fed him.

The camera had panned over the crowd and over an eerily familiar face poorly covered with sunglasses. The etching of a scar peeking out of the cheap frames told you all you needed, though. That was your uncle. 

What the hell was he doing showing his face? Let alone this close to the five-year anniversary of everything. The new syndicate in charge took great joy in celebrating the fall of your family, no doubt they’re itching for someone to make an example of someone. Worry tried to leak its way into your veins, but you fought it. Why should you care about him? If he wanted to sign his death certificate, that was on him.

Still, the sight of a man you were almost positive you’d never see again made you feel uneasy. You’d acclimated to regular life quite well, so one of the few remnants of your past life appearing like a ghost was ominous. In spite of your unease, you couldn’t look away. Almost as if you were waiting for him to poof away. You kinda wished he would. 

The camera changed and you finally blinked.

“N-Nothing.” You finally said, shaking your head, “I just thought I recognized someone, that’s all.” Your hands trembled for the briefest of moments as you lifted food to your mouth.

“Oh really, who?” Your only friend asked curiously and you shrugged as you chewed.

“Just some teacher that called in today.” You lied and it made your food taste sour for a moment. It was for the best you lied, you had to keep reminding yourself of that. 

“Hell, I’d call in too if it meant I could see the fight live.” You were thankful Jungkook dropped the topic and let your shoulders relax. You shouldn’t feel bad for lying, really. An unspoken rule between you both was that you never pried about private details. Jungkook led his life and you led yours. Hell, you don’t even know what he does for a living, but it wouldn’t surprise you if it was living off of his boyfriends’ income. Not to mention you didn’t even know if he lived with anyone else next door or if that was just a place of his own to use on occasions. Though, you couldn’t help being a little jealous at the idea of being so pampered. 

“Yeah, I could go for a silly little shirtless man fight on occasion.” You shrugged with a cheeky grin. 

“Silly?!” Jungkook guffawed, “I’ll have you know if he wins this fight, he’ll qualify for the championship, so this is pretty high stakes.” He toted his knowledge of the sport.

“Hasn’t he already been champion like a few times now?” You asked, barely following.

“Yeah, but, he’s been off his game this season for… personal reasons, so he’s never been this close to not qualifying.” He admitted, and your brows scrunched at the melancholy in his eyes. 

“Damn.” You mustered, “How do you know all this?” You asked, genuine curiosity lighting your eyes.

Suddenly, Jungkook’s cheeks reddened as he tore his eyes from you, “Interviews and stuff, you know.” He waved his hand dismissively and you rolled your eyes. 

“Nothing wrong with being a fanboy.” You chided, “I’m certainly in no place to judge.” You offered, reminding him of your fixation on TV dramas, making him snort before you both honed in on the TV.

These fights were quite fascinating and allowed you to at least tap into some of your training. It was how you knew that Jimin was going to win this fight from the first calculated punch, his form was immaculate and instead of going for the face, he drove his fist into his opponent’s ear. It was a dirty trick, but it was more than enough to give him an opening. 

“Holy shit, I think he might win this.” The fanboy across from you breathed. 

“No way he isn’t going to win.” You confirmed.

“Don’t get my hopes too far up.” He all but squeaked out, basically on the edge of his seat.

After a couple of rounds and idle chitchat, the fight ended with Jimin as the victor. You clapped lightly, but Jungkook was so elated he hugged you as he let out a celebratory roar. The first couple of times he did this shocked you so bad your hands almost went to snap his neck. Now that you were both years into the friendship though, the gesture just made you chuckle. Soon after, just like it did every match, Jungkook’s phone vibrated and he had to leave. He always left you with some kind of affection and this time it was a kiss on the cheek, a rare one, but not a huge step from the common forehead kisses he gave you.

“Don’t drink too much.” You warned and he flashed you a cheeky smile, “At least don’t get into trouble.”

“We’ll see.” He chuckled,  and you rolled your eyes.

“Well then don’t make it my problem!” You yelled and he waved a hand as he closed your door behind him. 

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“Father?” You whimpered as a strong hand patted your head to calm you, or soften the blow of what was to come, you couldn’t quite tell, “Tell me you didn't.” Your voice was in shambles as you trembled beneath his palm.

The news mocked you as panic took a hold of your body, shaking it out of the shred of blissful ignorance you had clung onto. Ever since your father took you in, you had many responsibilities, but the comfort of not needing to keep up with the public facade kept you going. You hated the public, all the pleasantries, and honeyed words. None of it made sense, and now, now you felt foolish for not involving yourself more. For not ensuring that something like this could never happen and crumble the only world you’ve known. 

Still, even as despair monopolized your nerves, a tear wouldn’t fall. You weren’t sure if you knew how to shed them, but you knew it would only piss off your father. 

Moon Byungyeol was a rough man and calling him father teetered between feeling genuine and like a formality. He was a boss first, but sometimes he wore the mask of a dad. Sometimes, but it was enough times with enough gusto that you couldn’t tell which side of him best represented his true self– or if he even had a truthful bone within himself. 

He may have been rough, but he was all you had. He and the family he brought you into had been your first priority all your life, even when you had never really been his priority at all.

Not unless you could be used as currency. 

“Y/n, it's time for us to go,” His voice was somber, but even. You’d never seen him so outwardly upset, but even so, he didn’t so much as let his eyes water as his life’s work shattered before his eyes. He was left with a subdued longing as he looked at the TV, melancholic defeat infecting his usually strong posture, “I let this greed consume me, and I'm afraid it's begun eating not just me alive now.” He admitted and it made you feel ill. 

“...such evidence is linking the Moon Corporation to heinous organized crime activities painting them as a possible syndicate, but no arrests have been made nor has a formal criminal investigation on Moon Byungyeol himself been launched, but many workers under the company are being investigated due to possible involvement…”

Everything was dying. The realization that everything you did, all the lives you took, all the training you had suffered through, had never been for some prosperous empire you were promised. All of it had been to supply the lining of your father’s and uncle’s pockets. You should’ve been angry, shocked, or even appalled, but you weren't. You were numb to the fact that you were raised on lies. Fear resided in your veins about what that meant for you. 

“If I just cash out and retire, we could never live in peace,” He shook his head as he switched off the TV before he placed his hands on your shoulder, catching your attention, “But Uncle Byungjoo has a plan that I think might just work.” You swallowed hard at this. Anything Byungjoo could think seldom meant good things for you. On your best days with him, you were a mere afterthought, but on the worst days– most days– you were–”The only thing is that you and I will have to… separate…”

He was going to abandon it. No, he was going to abandon you. The only thing more pitiful than your fear had to be your shock. What reason did you truly have to be surprised that he was throwing you away just as easily as he picked you? He was going to cash out one last time, and leave like this whole operation meant nothing to him. All the while you had put an inkling of faith in his heart to love this empire, like a fool. At the very least, it was the closest thing to love that you knew. This entire place was all you knew. When was the last time you had gone out on your own as anything but his daughter?

“But…” Your mouth was woefully dry, “The empire, just like you said, it’s-”

“We were never an empire,” His self-loathing clung to each word and disgust curled in your stomach as you looked at his solemn face, “I treated this organization as a bank, a money maker, it was inevitable that the paper I cradled would catch fire.” The roundabout way he was speaking began to grate at your nerve. The pseudo-poeticism of his words did nothing to save his dignity, but you didn’t tell him that. 

You didn't scream, yell, or cry. 

At least you hadn't, yet.

“Then who will rule Seoul?” You wondered aloud.

“That’s not my problem anymore.” He said as if it were the easiest thing to come to terms with.

“Who will stay with me?” You asked meekly, immediately regretting it as you watched his previous words dance on his lips before he decided against it.

He smiled warmly at you and it brought a chill down your spine, “Some of us are meant to be alone.” He patted your shoulder and you wanted so badly to break into pieces from the impact. 

No one would stay with you. Not him, not anyone, and he didn't care.

That wasn't the answer you had hoped for. You hung your head in shame, shame that you expected anything other than a cold answer from a man on fire. The request for him to just kill you was on the time of your tongue before he turned around, ready to attend his last hurrah.

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You woke up with a start from a bang outside, but considering the fact that it was 4 am, you chalked it up to city noise. Now awake, you stared at the ceiling and blew out an annoyed sigh. You were constantly plagued with flashbacks both in and out of your dreams, and you wished the rancid memories would choose one state of consciousness to haunt you in. Your therapist a couple of years back told you it's normal for people who have gone through what you have to constantly see what you were then in trying to dissect where you are now. Essentially, it was a constant cloud that hung over your head, and no matter how far you removed yourself from that life, its consequences would stay etched into your skin.

Another bang sounded outside your window and you grimaced. Anniversary week was beginning, and you felt more on edge than usual.

Five years ago exactly, you saw the match light. In four days, it will have officially been five years since you saw the flames engulf your home, your family, and everything you were. Each year, this week was chaos for the city of Seoul. Each day was accompanied by an event that slowly grew more and more above ground. It was almost mocking the past, the surfacing of dirty secrets. Secrets the world knew, but never wanted to see, cowards.

The new syndicate at the top of the kingdom was known as Bangtan to the underground scene, but with a “Group” tacked on after the ominous name, they were also the kings of the business world. They were much better at actually hiding their identities, hence why most average people assumed there was no such syndicate anymore or that the “law” took care of it. As if the “law” wasn’t under the thumb of the kings. 

Even so, your information could very well be outdated. The whispers from the underground, also known as the Underworld or even more to the point, Hell, reached your ears less and less as you removed yourself from the lives of anyone who knew who you were. No longer working at the diner your previous nanny ran shut you off from the underground so much so you seldom became aware of Anniversary Week’s events until two days before the main event. 

Another bang, but this time on your door, startled you out of your thoughts, “I can’t believe you went to the bar on a day like today- where are your keys?!” An unfamiliar voice spoke through your door.

“Ask, y/n,” Jungkook’s slurred voice rang out in a yell as you flinched at the volume, “Y/n! I need stitches!” 

This wasn't the first time Jungkook was yelling outside your door, demanding your assistance. This was just another facet of your friendship that you both silently agreed was fine. You never really asked questions, you just patched him up and left him on your couch. It really wasn't any of your business, nor did you have any desire for it to be. Jungkook was an MMA fan, and you knew he was big on that scene and the fitness scene, so it just made sense he would get into fights. You could only hope these fights were agreed upon prior to alcohol, but you weren't naive enough to actually assume that was the case.

“This isn’t even your door, baby, come on.” The voice grunted and your attention peaked. You had encountered a few men trying to help Jungkook home, but you seldom got such an obvious confirmation of their relationship with him, “What? Are you trying to booty call your neighbor?” The unknown man teased and you rolled your eyes. Were they all like this?

“I wish!” Jungkook shouted in response and you were fine with leaving your door closed this time until he spoke, “Ew, I’m dripping on the doormat.”

This made you huff as you hopped out of bed in your large t-shirt and shorts and ripped the door open. You were faced with a man with perfectly styled black hair in a three-piece suit accompanied by a trashed Jungkook with a short, but deep, cut on the corner of his forehead. The man that looked a few years older than you and Jungkook stopped struggling with your neighbor as he looked at you with the most pristine and exasperated face.Everything about this man was polished. Even as your neighbor lazily draped around the man, his suit had barely begun to wrinkle. 

Meanwhile, he looked you up and down with contempt before sighing, “Look, just forget we were-”

“Y/n!” Jungkook cheered before he passed out.

“No booty calls here, sorry.” You remarked flatly, “He usually keeps his keys in his wallet for some reason.” You nodded to his pocket before you looked at his forehead again, “But he does need stitches.” You opened your door a little more, gesturing for them to come in.

The man narrowed his eyes at you, “Do you usually play nurse for him?” You bit your tongue and swallowed his condescending tone with a sigh. You couldn’t tell if he was jealous at the thought of his boyfriend having some neighbor who treats his wounds in the dead of night or if he simply didn’t like you. Although looking at his face, there was no way this man was jealous of you. His gaze was sharp nonetheless, sharp and vaguely familiar, but his eyes held no recognition for you, so you let it go.

“Only when his blood is dripping on my doormat, for the third time this month,” You pointed to the sullied mat that you had just cleaned fully this week, “Bring him in, this isn’t that uncommon-” 

“But-” He tried to object, noticeably a little clammy at the unspoken knowledge of their relationship. 

“Any more blood on that mat and I'm making you pay for it, now come on,” You snapped as he walked in and sat Jungkook in a chair around your table. You shut the door as you pulled your first aid kit out, “You have to sit him on the floor or the couch.”

He complied to the couch, and though he didn’t say anything, you could see the question floating around his mind.

“When he wakes up, he attacks whoever is in front of him,” You spoke, preparing the needle and thread, and you had to ignore the curiosity peaking within you when you saw the other man shift uncomfortably at your comment,  “And I can't stitch and hold him down at the table,” You explained, settling your knees to lock on both sides of Jungkook’s legs and your elbows pressing on his shoulders.

“Aren't you scared he'll hurt you?” The man asked as you began stitching.

You scoffed, “I can play scared if that's what you want, but certainly not for free.” You chuckled, but he remained straight-faced. Tough crowd. You worked very hard to develop your banter skills these past five years, but he paid them no mind making your smile drop. 

Eventually, you just went on stitching in silence until the man broke the silence, “Who are you?” The man spoke mid-way through your stitching.

You paused for a moment, “Didn't you hear Jungkook? I’m y/n, and who are you?”

“None of your concern,” He clipped.

You snorted a chuckle, “You're bleeding on my hardwood floor, that has me pretty concerned.” You gestured to your hand to show him the small cut on his and he slowly grabbed a napkin to press against his hand with his mouth in a thin line, “Concerned for my floor I mean.” You clarified, “But a word of advice? If you don’t want to be suspicious of you, don’t act suspicious.” 

He sighed, “My name is Namjoon-”

You were tying the final knot when Jungkook snapped his eyes open, “Shit.” Was all you were able to get out. He immediately dove at you, pushing you to the floor, making the needle in your hand scratch your forearm before you threw it across the room to avoid the tempting notion of stabbing him with it. You sucked in a breath through your teeth at the burning sensation while you struggled to shake him out of it. 

It didn’t take a genius to deduce why Jungkook’s fight or flight was so concentrated, he’d obviously grown up with a reason to be. Nevertheless, it has never been your place to pry or judge, if anything, it’d be quite hypocritical. He'd seen you in a less-than-ideal mental state plenty of times, to put it lightly. Plus, you knew he didn’t mean any harm, and he was always pretty apologetic after the fact. Although, you were sure the struggle looked pretty concerning as you saw Namjoon scramble to his feet. 

Namjoon was trying to find an opening to cut in between the battle as Jungkook was sloppily throwing his fist down and you were moving your head to dodge each blow. Though his moves were sloppy, they were still fast and you could only dodge for so long. With no other option left, you sighed before slamming your forehead on his fresh stitches to make him stop to register the pain. You took advantage of the opening as you effortlessly pinned his arms down with your knees planted on his upper arms, “Jungkook!” You snapped as Namjoon watched his younger friend finally recognize you in his drunken haze.

“Y-Y/n?” He questioned, his tongue thick in his mouth, “You hurt my head- hey, you’re bleeding on my shirt!”

Your arm had a scratch about half the length of your forearm, it was shallow and oozing blood, but you didn’t flinch, “Wonder who made me hurt both my arm and their head, dumbass,” You muttered, examining his stitches to make sure the impact didn’t affect the new suture, “And you got your blood on my doormat and my forehead, so let’s call it a draw.” You grunted as you fixed the suture.

The sight of someone towering over his boyfriend after headbutting them made Namjoon on edge. Jungkook talked for days and days about how much he loved spending time with his neighbor, but something was… off about you. Why would a school nurse be that skilled in combat? Jungkook was a ruthless fighter and you hardly flinched. 

This string of thoughts prompted his mistake of grasping your wounded forearm to make you stand so he could properly question you. What he didn’t calculate in that movement was the fact that he grasped your fresh cut, which hurt like a bitch. This pain made you bring your other forearm to his neck, pressing firmly into his trachea as his back hit the wall with a bang. You both looked at each other in surprise at your reflex. You gasped softly before releasing him, “Don’t ever manhandle a lady, Namjoon,” You mumbled as you brought distance between the two of you, “I don’t do well being frightened.”

Namjoon regained his composure, impressed by your reaction time and ability to weaken his pride in such a short matter of seconds, “Who are you?” His tone was rougher in comparison to when he first asked the question.

“None of your concern,” You mocked his voice cartoonishly, becoming more and more irritated with his line of questioning, “Now take him, an alcohol pad, and go.” You hissed, unceremoniously tossing the package at him.

He gave you a sharp glare but complied, hauling Jungkook over his shoulder and leaving.  The door shut and you let a relieved sigh escape you. You shut your eyes tightly, frustrated that you let your instincts take over like that. Namjoon was undoubtedly suspicious and that’s the last thing you needed. You opened your eyes and caught sight of the clock nearing 5 am, and it was a Saturday now, so you were going to sleep in as much as you could.

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would you know what fic this is?? i remember it was yan!jimin x reader, they were on a boat/yatch and jimin takes photos/videos without her knowing while they are doing it and shows it to the rest afterwards, kind of like in a claiming way idk… very dark and pwp, can’t find it anywhere!

unfortunately, i have no clue on what the fic is. TT if anyone can help that would be awesome!!

[pinkrecs]

Hi, I saw your recommendations while scrolling here. I just want to ask if you know this one? Jungkook wants the stylist to resign from her work because Jungkook is jealous or I must say obsessed with her. Thank you.

hi! i think you’re talking about @/andeyeoof works. i remember a plot that you’re talking about. i think the author decided delete their blog & works for personal reasons. hope this helps!

[pinkrecs]

Hey I can’t find this fic and since you’re a fic rec account i was wondering if you’ve read it and might know what i’m talking about. It’s a yandere mafia jungkook fic where the reader is also from a mafia family but a rival one and jungkook like destroyed her entire family and is like messing around with her to pay up the debt her father owes so she has to like sell her body at hoseoks club like a “one night” thing and also jungkook is like fucking her bestfriend

hi! i’m not so sure if i know this fic? it’s sounds like it might be code of conduct by @/go1denjeon though! with the mafia rivals and one night stand stuff. have a good day! but if anyone knows for sure pls comment!

[darkestcorners]

polarity | 05 yandere!jungkook au

pairing: yandere!jungkook x (f) reader

genre: yandere

warnings: 18+ , toxic relationships, unhealthy and obsessive behavior , mentions of mental health, manipulation, blackmail, cheating,

word count: 13.1k

summary: Your best friend’s new boyfriend becomes infatuated with you…

Parts: 01 | 02 | 03 | CS | 03 JK | 04 | 05 

A/N: So sorry for the delay but my wifi was doing me dirty again. Hope you guys enjoy !:) ALSO this is not edited yet so forgive me .

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Neither of you said anything at first, not a single greeting or question was uttered. You both stood there, letting your eyes wander over each other in curiosity for god knows how long.

There was still one thing that stood out though. How the woman’s gaze kept returning to your necklace.

“I’m sorry, you are?…” She was the first one to speak, you were yet to form the appropriate response to acknowledge her and explain what you were doing in her son’s apartment.

You debated what you should tell her. The truth? It was out of the question, you were naive but not that naive. The first time meeting her and you immediately jump to accuse her son of blackmail and tell her everything wrong with him? Those were dangerous waters, you still didn’t know if what Jungkook told you about his family was true or not.

There was so much left unclear and so much yet you didn’t know.

“I-,” You take a step back, further widening the door open. “I’m Jungkook’s girlfriend.”

The lie sat surprisingly well on your tongue, as if that’s exactly what you truly were now. You supposed it was, not willingly but that’s  the title he would undeniably give you.

His mother doesn’t seem as shocked as you expected her to be despite the way her eyes widened momentarily, and her mouth opened slightly as a gasp left her.

“Oh!” She told you, her face relaxing as realization slowly seemed to hit her. “Yes, of course. He told me about you.”

He had?

You can’t help to be taken aback, not expecting Jungkook to actually mention you to his mother. How long had she known about you? Was it a recent thing? You wondered if Jungkook had already fed her too many lies , convincing her that he had formed a normal relationship with you.

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[pinkrecs]

WAKE UP YALL NEW POLARITY CHAPTER DROPPED!!

[banglet]

Well….someone liked Emeralds and Blood so much that they copied the plot. And wrote it in the same fandom too. Lol.

[banglet]

it’s literally the same exact plot points, just different names and more rushed. Like the whole thing with Sanria beating Kassie up at the beginning, the ball being held, Taehyung getting mad at Rae and slapping her/yelling at her. And it’s only chapter two so far? And even the chapter titles are similar….I just….

I know it should be a compliment that someone liked the fic’s plot enough to copy it, but I worked so hard on E&B JUST TO FINISH IT and now I’m, trying to revise, and there’s just this whole other fic that that’s getting fresh views and that hasn;t given any credit and i just…feel more insulted than complimented. 

Because it feels as though they thought I would be too stupid to realize they were copying my fic, since they changed the names. 

[banglet]

https://www.wattpad.com/story/285601798-queen-to-her-kings-ot7-btsxreader

[jkstompers]

good girls go bad | series

status: finished! (technically) 

pairing: kim taehyung x female reader

summary: you’re tired of being seen as a nice, sweet girl— so you ask help from the notorious kim taehyung, to help your good girl go bad. 

genre: acquaintances to really good ‘friends’, fluff, smut, kinda angst?? mostly not, slow burn, mutual pining, college!au, “bad boy”/fuckboy!taehyung who is actually a sweetheart, oc is a preppy cutie pie that is impulsive

warnings: 18+!, explicit language, graphic smut, lots of alcohol consumption, frat parties, mean girls + boys, mentions of drugs, mentions of a threesome, some slutshaming :( 

word count as of now: 46k 

banner pic cred here! 

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[whoretan]

You | Two

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Summary: What should've been an easy pick-up ends up being one of the worst nights of your life.

Pairing: Jeongguk x Reader

Genre: SMUT, Psychological, Angst, Eventual Romance (Unhealthy and Obsessive)

Tags and Notes: yeah jungkook is fucking crazy, and sexy UUGH just you wait, lots of confusion, who is who what is going on, reader is going through it im sorry, reply to be added to taglist

WC: 3.2k

chap1_jk970.txt | chap2_trojan.exe

The hand you’ve pressed over your mouth pushes you backward until your spine collides with the closet’s wall. Quickly, you move your shoulders to the side, angling your body out of Jeongguk’s field of view, and hope that your dark clothing is enough to mask your presence inside the tight space.

With your free hand, you dig into the bottom pocket of your cargos. Your fingers claw at the cotton opening in search of metal. They wrap around the cold drive and you silently thank yourself.

“Soo, wait,” Jeongguk says, and with a wet plop, he removes his girlfriend’s mouth from his dick. 

You could’ve very well been seeing things, you’re paranoia must’ve taken over when the panic settled in because there’s absolutely no chance that Jeongguk spotted you from a one-inch gap in his closet door. No way in hell.

Your vision blurs and your head shakes against the hand you still have planted against your mouth. No way, no way, no way. You endlessly repeat the phrase in your head as your fingers gouge themselves around the metal of the USB drive until you’re sure you’ve drawn blood. 

You can’t lose the text file. You can’t. 

If Jeongguk catches you in his closet he’s going to ask questions. He’ll get suspicious, check your pockets and find the USB, and once he gets the file, you’re done for sure. 

Soojin’s mumbling something to Jungkook but all you could pick up on is the sound of pants being pulled up and the heavy slow steps of boots approaching the door. 

The closet door. 

Your feet are glued to the bottom of the floor, and your ribs are being jabbed by sneakers, boots whatever else Jeongguk hides in here. Snot builds up below your nose and runs into your mouth, leaving a wet and salty taste on your lips. 

You’ll go to jail for this. 

Your life will be over.

There’s a tsk outside the door and the handle to push the door open shakes, “How the fuck is it stuck?” Jeongguk growls from the other side, giving the door several tugs in the opposite direction.

It takes a few seconds for your brain to register the pain building up in the side of your foot. The same foot that happens to be blocking Jeongguk from sliding the door open and exposing you in it.

He shoves the door once more and you wince into your hand, that’ll definitely leave a bruise tomorrow. 

“Yo Jeon! Open the damn door!” A voice erupts from the hallway, followed by several loud pounds on the door. 

Jeongguk curses and the pressure on your foot subsides. The footsteps move away from the closet and somewhere to the opposite side of the room. Your eyes sting and you clamp them shut, letting the tears that accumulated on the brim race their way down onto the floor.

“What the fuck you want Taehyung?” 

Taehyung?

Jeongguk knows Taehyung?

The same Taehyung that you spent an hour talking and sneaking into the frat with? 

The same Taehyung that you told your plan of hacking the person he’s currently talking to?

“Quit your whinin’. Jimin’s beating the shit out of some guy downstairs.” 

Yeah, that’s definitely your Taehyung. 

“Are you fucking kidding me? Soojin, do not move.”

Jeongguk’s running starts with heavy thuds exiting his bedroom until the sound completely dissipates into what you presume to be downstairs. Your phone pings in your pocket, confirming the change in elevation. 

You shakily breathe in, trying to regain the smidge of dignity you have left. Letting the USB go, you take your hand out of the pocket and rub the blood onto your pants. 

Slowly, you lift yourself off your side and the pain in your ribs eases. You remove your hand from your mouth, trying to ignore the mixture of snot, tears, and sweat that’s glued to the surface. You lift your arm up, feeling for any cotton or any soft fabric, and when your hand lands on a piece of Jungkook’s clothing you tug the cloth downward and wipe your hand and nose on it. Fuck you, Jeongguk.

“Sweetheart, Imma’ need you to get the fuck outta here,” Taehyung says.

What?

Soojin scuffs, “I’m sorry?”

You pause, dropping the shirt onto the empty space next to you, and move back toward the gap. In the one-inch opening, you see Taehyung bend the upper half of his torso to Soojin’s level until his face is eerily close to hers. 

He tilts his head, “I said, get the fuck out. Or I’ll let your lil’ boyfriend know about Senator Trent.” 

Senator Trent? What the hell would Soojin have to do with the fucking Senator?

“I—“

Taehyung lifts his hand, grabs Soojin’s chin, and presses her cheeks together causing her lips to form a pouting shape. She shakes against his hold but Taehyung doesn’t falter, instead, he continues, “I don’t give a shit about what you wanna say. Now splat.” 

He shakes Soojin’s chin one last time, and when he lets go, the girl runs out of the room. 

Taehyung straightens and turns toward the closet. 

You gulp, pushing yourself further into the wall. 

“I know you’re in there. Now c’mon, we needa’ get outta here before he gets back,” Taehyung approaches the door and this time you let the panel slide open.

When your eyes meet his, his eyebrows furrow, and he sticks his hand out to you, “You good?” 

You shake your head, grab his hand and let him help you back onto your feet. When you rise, your feet wobble, and Taehyung places his arm around you to steady you. 

“He knew I was in here,” you stare at the now empty bed. The remnants of Jeongguk’s presence send shivers up your spine. 

Jeongguk most definitely knew you were in the closet. He was fucking staring directly at you. 

“Maybe,” Taehyung says and gives your shoulder a little squeeze, “but, he didn’t catch you did he?”

“No.”

“See. Now c’mon, let’s call you an Uber.” 

You shove the USB into your desktop and quickly type in your password and watch as the PC unlocks itself, revealing the Windows XP wallpaper you installed months ago.

About half an hour ago, Taehyung took you down the emergency ladder, called you an Uber— on him— and told you to get home safely. 

Didn’t give you his last name, or his number. Hell, he didn’t even let you know if you’d ever see him again.

On the bottom right, a disk icon appears with ‘JJK970 PASS’ attached as the title. You usher your swivel chair closer to the desk and double-click the icon, waiting for the file to open.

Your screen flashes black three times and you rush to press control and escape on your keyboard. Before you get the chance to force quit the file, your terminal opens and about sixteen scripts begin to run. Your eyes scan the Linux code, hoping to pick up on anything you might understand.

The words move at the speed of light, but your eyes flicker onto the red ‘Trojan.exe’ and at that moment you know you’re fucked. 

Jeongguk encrypted a Trojan virus into the text file, and when you ran it on a different computer the script ticked off, like a horse hearing the gunshot at a rally. 

Fuck. You’re going to have to blow the hardware. Right along with the drive that you so desperately worked for tonight. How did he figure you’d go to the frat?

Just as you’re about to bend underneath the desk and pull the cord connecting your desktop to the electricity, a website opens, and the sound of confetti being popped fills the room. 

Congratulations ___,

It’s Jeongguk. Obviously. And before you ask, yes, I know it’s you. I mean, who else would you be stupid enough to hack me? Anyways, sweetheart, in about three minutes, your computer will start running the Trojan horse virus I’ve installed on your computer weeks ago. If you want to know, I have access to everything, so, I’d suggest you do a better job of encrypting your files next time you hack a house full of people. 

I’ll give you two options. 

One.

The Trojan will release a set of sixteen different emails coming directly from your student and personal emails to all of campus and the FBI. The emails include all of your computer logs, and who you’ve hacked. I’ve gone ahead and added my files on there too, so don’t worry. I suspect you know what that means, right? Good. I won’t explain it further.

Two.

Blow up the drive. Take all of your hardware and blow it up too. The virus will run for 25 minutes, plenty of time for you to blow up the hardware and meet one of my drivers who’s already waiting for you outside. You’ll meet me at the location I've told to my driver and we’ll discuss what’s going to happen. If you decide to be stupid and call the police, well, you already know what’ll happen.

Besides, you’re a smart girl, I’m sure you’ll make the right decision. 

Love,

JK 

You reread the message once, then again, and again, and again until your hands are shaking so hard against the cord that you accidentally pull it out of the socket. 

You yelp when the screen flashes black and the message Jeongguk left for you disappears. What are you going to do? You can’t go to the police, you’d be ratting yourself out. Can’t call Jennie, your roommate, her mouth is larger than the pit you’ve dug yourself into. It’d be the equivalent of calling the cops. And that’s as far as your social circle goes, so, you’re fucked.

A vibration rattles your thigh, and you tug your phone out of the pocket. On the screen, an iSH shell is running, similar to the one you had on Jeongguk earlier. You recognize the coordinates as they’re you’re very own. 

Jeongguk’s tracking your phone, making sure you go downstairs and meet his driver. You’re starting to think that in reality, he has given you only one option.

You turn back to the PC and pull the drive out of it. Shoving the chair to the side, you bend on all fours and press the button you installed on your desktop to open the sliding glass door. Repeating a process you’ve done at least a dozen times, you remove the RAM, close the sliding door and lift yourself off the floor.

After what is basically bolting out of your room, you place the drive and RAM into the microwave, set the timer to thirty, and walk away. 

Jennie who has the critical thinking skills of a toddler will assume you’re just being “extra paranoid” for no reason as usual and will toss the hardware into the bin as she’s done every time you’ve left its reminants in the microwave. 

The wall of windows in your apartment glistens from the rain, and the lights from the surrounding buildings fills the void of the night sky. You don’t remember the forecast mentioning rain. 

The RAM sends splatters of irons into all directions in the microwave, and the sound of what could very well be popcorn popping rustles the kitchen. You pay it no mind, ignoring the various gleaming sparks that fill the dark space of the apartment. You shove your pinging phone into your pocket and close the front door on your way out. 

It takes you less than three minutes to sprint down the three flights of stairs, nearly tripping over your feet a couple of times. You don’t care though, your heart thumps in your chest, ears, and brain, sizzling your body with so much adrenaline you should’ve gone into cardiac arrest about ten minutes ago. 

Outside, the same black Cadillac you noticed when the Uber dropped you off, waits. When you shove the glass door open and tug your hood over your head, the tinted window rolls down and you slip on the concrete, barely having enough time to use your hands to stop yourself from planting yourself face first onto the pavement.

“That surprised?” Jeongguk purrs from the backseat. 

The driver, a tall, stocky, bald man exits the car and opens the rear door that faces the street. You avoid the gaze that is digging into the depths of your soul and try your best to compose yourself, wiping away the grains of concrete that have etched themselves into your palm on your hoodie. 

The rain plummets onto your hood, hitting you with such velocity it feels like tiny knives scraping the surface of your clothes.

You mutter a ‘thanks’ to the driver, who nods in acknowledgment and sit in the empty seat beside Jeongguk. When the door closes, Jeongguk says, “Cat got your tongue?”

This is going to be one hell of a night. 

You huff and swing your head back onto the headrest. “Weren’t you supposed to be at the location?” You say, using your fingers to make air quotation marks when you say location.

Jeongguk laughs. And your stomach turns, his laugh is dry and calculated like he’s playing a game of cat and mouse and he wants you to believe he’s the mouse.

“I wanted to see if you’d come.” 

You don’t reply. Simply, because you have nothing to say. 

You’re confused above everything else. Thirty minutes ago you were sure you’d caught whatever the hell Jeongguk was trying to hide. The next, you’re stuck in a car with him without any other option but to abide by all of his commands. 

“I didn’t really have a choice,” you mutter.

Jeongguk sighs, and from the corner of your eye, you see him typing something into the Linux shell he’s running from his phone. About a second later, he turns his phone off, and your phone vibrates in return. 

When you pull the device out, a single notification reads, “Sorry, you’ve lost! Better luck next time! :P”   He couldn’t just kill the program without trying to piss you off? Your eye twitches and you feel an urge to chuck the device right at Jeongguk’s fucking face. 

Jeongguk must’ve noticed your soiled reaction because then, he does laugh. 

He laughs at the fact that you thought you were smarter than he is. That you thought you won against him. That he most likely did know you were in the closet earlier and still proceeded to almost fuck his girlfriend in front of you out of spite. 

Before you can't process the consequences, and convince yourself you’re better off being the bigger person. You’re throwing your phone so fast that Jeongguk completely stops laughing and has to duck to avoid being hit with the device. 

The driver brakes and your shoved forward, your face collies with the back of the front seat. 

“Sir, are you okay?” 

“Keep fucking driving,” Jeongguk grits, quickly moving from his seat. 

He grabs you by the collar, pushing you against the backseat with so much force you’ll probably have a mild concussion tomorrow.

Jeongguk splits your legs open, digging his knee into the empty space, and leans in. You wince from the contact. He’s entirely too close. You can smell the lemon mint that spews out of his mouth, the smokey auburn scent of his cologne, and the way his leg is quite literally digging right into your pussy. 

When your eyes gaze downwards, he gives your collar a shake causing your eyes to look back into his. His eyes are black, fiery, and demanding. Like he’s ready to suck your soul out of your body with each word. He looks like he wants you to mold into whatever he demands.

“Listen here sweetheart, I don’t think you understand what you’ve gotten yourself into. I have my limits but you’ve been fucking pushing me ever since you tried to get information on Jimin. If you ever pull some shit like that what you did right now I’ll get rid of you faster than you can kill a command.” 

You shakily inhale and try to get him off of you, when his body doesn’t budge you try to push your ass further into the seat and away from his knees. Jeongguk chuckles, digging his knee further into the region. 

Your pulse quickens and you look everywhere except at him. Trying to ignore his completely engulfing presence. He’s everywhere in the space, in the air, in your mind. He’s consuming you and he hasn’t even touched you.

Jeongguk leans in, letting go of your collar and using the same hand to push your chest into the chair, “Don’t tell me you’re a virgin, doll.”

The scent of auburn collides with your senses, dizzying you completely. You try to gasp for air, grab the handle above you, you reach for anything to help you regain your composure. But, you can’t. You can’t because now, Jeongguk’s at the shell of your ear, hot breath tickling the surface of your lobe. 

“You like this don’t you?” He whispers, his voice dropping an octave.

You bite your lip, and Jeongguk chuckles, dropping his head an inch to press a tender lick to the area below your ear. The ends of his black hair tickle your cheek and your heart thumps so hard against the cage of your chest that it nearly jumps out. 

This is definitely the most embarrassing moment of your life. He threatened your life a minute ago and now you’re moaning under him like a whore.

What the hell have you gotten yourself into?

You try and push yourself further into the chair but you’ve reached the leather’s limit, a hard plastic underneath the chair bites at your back. It pushes you forward, and closer to Jeongguk and you bite back the moan that manifests itself in your throat when Jeongguk begins to suck on your neck. 

He gives the skin a wet kiss, proceeding to open his mouth and suck hard. He sucks until his tongue rolls over the surface and the moan you bit back escapes. 

The fucker must be enjoying this because he smiles against your skin, continuing to attack the region. 

“Please,” You moan, trying to use any of the energy you have left to lift your arms up and onto Jeongguk’s shoulders to push him away. 

You shouldn’t be doing this, not with him.

There’s a vibration against the pit of your stomach and you suppress another moan. What the fuck are you doing?

“Fuck,” Jeongguk groans, removing himself from you. He uses one hand to hoist himself over you, while the other digs into his sweats and pulls out his phone.

You watch as his face illuminates and he flips the phone toward you. A shit-eating grin enveloping his features, “Would you look at that, your little friend Taehyung is calling.” 

Taehyung?

[jimilter]

the prince’s cinderella syndrome (m) | p.jm. | one-shot

🎧 moon by jin of bts willow by taylor swift

pairing: jimin x reader (ft. a dash of jungkook x reader)

rating: m (18+)

genre: angst | smut | fluff | cursed!jimin | supernatural!au | strangers to lovers!au

summary:  He shows up at Halloween, every year, dressed the same, and leaves at midnight like some Cinderella. You would think he was a prankster if his eyes didn’t look like they contained all the sadness in the world. You don’t know him - no one on campus does. You don’t know why he appears only once a year. You don’t know why he never smiles. But you can’t help falling in love with him. Even if he breaks your heart when he abandons you at midnight, again.

warnings: swearing + alcohol consumption + mention of marijuana + black magic and curses + heartbreak + misunderstanding + mention of minor character deaths + inaccuracies abt the american education system + inaccuracies abt nasa & astronomy majors + a mish-mash of american and british english + implicit sexual situations + explicit sexual situations (fingering, oral (m+f), unprotected penetrative sex, semi-public sex, some marking, some dirty talk, some roughness, slight cock warming maybe? mostly pretty missionary stuff tbh) + jk deserves better :/ +  oc is a v. v. lonely girl :( + jimin is a v. v. sad boy :(

word count: 39.4 k 

note: aaand, it’s here! the biggest fic i’ve ever written! time constraint got to me w this one, but the next time i cross 25k, i’m turning the mf into a series 😃

thank you @missgeniality and @taegularities for your notes on the whole catalogue of banners i kept presenting you two with and for the tips i randomly asked for, @knjsnoona my bestie for being there whenever i hit u up and never letting my spirits wane, @ressjeon and naia, my loves, for letting me vent abt the fic to y’all and telling me abt your own failures to make me feel better! 😩

october has been a weird month. the busiest i have been all year with a lot of personal changes happened in my life, too, a lot of them leaning to the sadder side. writing this fic was like a comfort place for me through all of it. i will always look back at this and be proud of my strength. ❤

not beta-read because are you seeing the wordcount? i didn’t want people to hate me, smh. maybe i’ll ask for someone’s help later and update this, maybe i won’t. i hope y’all like this dive into the supernatural i have prepared for you~ 🥺💜

↣ written for the Jimin’s Sunset Spooktober collab hosted by @jamaisjoons @opaljm and @chateautae <3

↦ CROSS-POSTED ON AO3

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— feedback is always appreciated!

⇥ halloween, freshman year;

You tugged at your unnecessarily short, white tulle skirt, grumbling curses at your roommate for encouraging you to dress up as whatever this sexy-angel-cum-stripper-shit was supposed to be. It was making you uncomfortable as hell, and you were hating coming to this party all the more because of it.

Right now, you were sticking to the shadows and hoping no one would approach you with another lewd proposition. You’d already turned three guys down – one more lecherous grin tossed your way, and you would bolt out of this place, Hyejin’s safety be damned.

You really didn’t understand how the girl had made so many friends here already that she got invited to every single party on campus, when you were literally three months into Freshman year. But that was just who your roommate apparently was – friendly, outgoing, party-loving.

You, on the other hand, had made a total of two friends so far in two separate classes, who spoke even fewer words than you did. And you despised huge gatherings where no one knew no one and everyone drank as if they were trying to please Dionysus into summoning him, like this Halloween party you were currently at. 

Hyejin knew you weren’t a fan of whatever acerbic drinks they served at such parties, so she’d designated you to be on the watch for her while she mingled and drank her body’s weight in alcohol. She tended to make stupid decisions about boys when she was drunk, and you were to keep watch in case some creep tried to take her away and she didn’t realise. But currently, Hyejin was hanging out with some close friends of hers and you believed she was in safe hands for the time being. Which is why you took some time to yourself, escaping the overwhelming bustle in this secluded corner of the house.

Now although you weren’t a fan of spiked punches and vodka shots, good brands of Beers were always tempting to you. And you needed at least some alcohol to tolerate this shit show. 

The exact reason why you decided to scrounge through the fridge for another drink when you were done with your third beer can, barely two hours into the party. But all you could come up with was a fruit flavored thingy that was sure to be unnecessarily sugary, and a size smaller than the pints you’d been drinking.

With a resigned sigh, you decided to take whatever fate was letting you have and shut the refrigerator’s door to lean against it as you popped open the can.

And then you saw him.

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[caelesjjk]

⟶ title: Living Dead Boy

⟶ pairing: undead(not zombie)!jimin x female reader

⟶ genre/tropes: supernatural, smut, established relationship

⟶ word count: 2.1k

⟶ warnings: mentions of dying, mentions of an accident, explicit smut in the forms of: kissing, fingering (f receiving), dirty talk, unprotected sex (that’s a no no folks).

⟶ summary/concept: you refuse to let him go. you refuse to believe that he’s really gone. and so you do what you have to do to bring him back. to your surprise, it works. but your sweet and loving boyfriend is not the same, no he’s changed. he’s dangerously sexy and you can’t keep your hands off of him. maybe the new Jimin is the man…or whatever he might be now, of your dreams.

⟶ A/N: this is my contribution to the Jimin’s sunset spooktober collab hosted by Sammy @chateautae and naia @opaljm!!! Thanks for letting me be apart of this loves!

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You refused to believe that he was gone.

It didn’t matter that you attended his funeral and watched his family mourn for him. Your mind wouldn’t let you do the same. You couldn’t cry, because you couldn’t believe it.

Park Jimin was the love of your life. Your sweetheart. The boy who stole your heart so many years ago and kept it safe. So how could such a terrible thing happen to such a beautiful person?

So you did the only thing you could think of. You scoured libraries and online bookstores…contacted people who practiced witchcraft and voodoo doctors until you found someone willing to help you. Someone who was willing to let you use the book of the dead at your own risk.

You didn’t care about the consequences. You just wanted him back.

You would bring him back to the way he was. Not a zombie…just Jimin.

You gathered all the supplies you would need. Candles…crystals…anything that could possibly help in helping this succeed.

Speaking the words of the spell felt heavy on your tongue. It was so forbidden. So incredibly stupid. And so completely desperate that it just had to work. You repeated the spell over and over until your voice started to strain. You gripped the items that belonged to Jimin tightly between your fingers and hoped with every ounce of your being that he would come back to you.

But nothing happened. No bolt of lightning outside. No rumbling of the floorboards. The candles stayed lit. And all hope started to seep it’s way out of your body. Your shoulders slumped with defeat as you tossed the book of the dead angrily at your apartment door, blowing out the candles before pushing them away from you completely.

Tears finally came then. You cried so hard and screamed until your lungs hurt. Why was life so unfair?

You crawled into your bed and cried until you fell asleep. Feeling raw and broken and inconsolable.

It must have been a few hours later when you heard light knocking on your apartment door. It was the middle of the night, your face was puffy from crying and your body ached from the weight of feeling like you had failed the man you loved.

The knocks kept coming, so you pulled yourself out of your bed and the warm cocoon you had made and made your way to the door. You undid the deadbolt and slowly cracked the door open, and what you saw on the other side was nothing short of a miracle.

There stood your beautiful boyfriend, black hair a ruffled mess and sticking to his forehead. The look on his face was likely the same shocked look you had your own.

“How?” Jimin said, not making a move towards you, his chest heaving.

“Jimin…” You could barely speak any other word. It worked. He was here.

“What am I doing here, angel? What’s going on?” He stepped into your space and closed the door behind him. You wanted to touch him so badly, make sure this was real.

“I…I couldn’t let you go. I found…a spell.” You explained, voice shaking in disbelief.

“I…I was dead. I remember dying…” Jimin paced the space between your living room and kitchen. He was wearing the beautiful grey suit that he was buried in…it was haunting to say the least.

“There was an accident Jimin, and they couldn’t save you. I just…I couldn’t let you die. I got this book and I brought you back.” You handed him the copy of the book of the dead that you had used, but when he took it from your hands he dropped it to the floor immediately.

“There’s nothing good in that book. I don’t think I’m good anymore, angel.” He moved away from you but you reached for him.

“I know this is confusing and completely insane. As much as I hoped it would work I didn’t think it would. But you’re here, baby. You’re really here.” You extend a shaky hand up to his face, his eyes never leaving yours as you finally touch his skin. It’s so cold, and not the same warmth you’re so used to feeling when you touch him.

“I feel like me…but don’t. I don’t think my heart is beating…I don’t think I have any blood…what am I?” He looks so terrified. What have you done?

“We can figure it out together, can’t we? As long as it’s me and you everything will be fine right?” You pressed your palm over his chest where his heart should be to find that Jimin was right, there’s no heartbeat there.

“Together.” He breathes and puts his hand over yours on his chest. “I think breathing is just a habit…there’s no need for it.” He blinks a few times and breathes in again to confirm his suspicion.

Over the next few days, you started to notice that Jimin not having a heartbeat was just the tip of things about him that had changed. Where he used to be soft he was now all hard muscle and sharp lines. He was still the sweet man you remember…but different. He was needier. Wanted you more. He was restless and on edge.

He couldn’t just walk out of your apartment for everyone to see when his family had just buried him days before. Being stuck inside was frustrating for him and you knew you needed to think of ways for him to live life again but that would have to wait, because right now he was insatiable in other ways.

“Do you like that?” He growls against your ear, his thigh between your legs as you lay beneath him on your bed.

“Mmhmm.” You hum your agreement, fingers gripping into the sheets. Jimin presses his thigh harder into your core.

“Use your words, angel. I need you to tell me how much you like it.” His cold hands roam your sides and leave goosebumps in their wake.

The truth was, you were insatiable too. Your physical relationship with jimin before he died was always good, but it wasn’t like this. This was exciting and fresh and new. It was unbelievably sexy…he was unbelievably sexy. And you loved it, you wanted more of it.

“I like it so much.” You moaned and dug your teeth into your bottom lip, but Jimin quickly pulled it away with his thumb.

“All of your moans are mine, and I want to hear them.” He moved his thumb down to your core to rub your clit over your thin pajama shorts. Your back arched from the bed at the contact, exposing your neck for him to graze his lips and teeth over.

You somehow manage to clear the lust fogging your brain long enough to sit up, gripping your fingers into Jimins shirt and pulling his lips down to yours. His tongue immediately skims the seal of your lips and dives inside, roaming your mouth and tangling the wet muscle with yours.

“Jimin…I want you so much.” You breathe against his mouth. He laughs softly, kissing you once more before he separates and pulls his shirt over his head.

Was it possible for his body to have gotten more perfect from just hours ago? Your fingers ghost over the hard planes of his abs and stomach, relishing in all the dips and curves.

“Have I not been fucking you enough? Still so needy for me?” He drags your hands up his body and places them on his pecs. You rub and tweak his nipples and make him hiss through his teeth, just the way he wanted.

“Never be enough.” You admit, cheeks flushing.

“Do you like me better this way?” Jimin asked quietly. “Is this what you’ve wanted?”

“I just want you…however I get to have you.” You kiss his worried lips and he immediately kisses back.

“Good girl.” He groaned into your mouth, hands planting on your shoulders and lowering you back into the bed.

Jimin quickly did away with your sleep shorts and underwear, taking a moment to drink in your half naked body.

He moves his hands to your knees and slowly pushes them apart, eyes moving to your soaking pussy and widening with lust. He used his pointer finger and ran it through the wetness between your legs.

“Jimin…please don’t tease anymore.” You were willing to beg if it meant he would fuck you.

“Want my mouth here?” He asked, his eyes still watching his finger and the way your hips squirmed to get it inside you.

“No…not now.” You reached for his wrist but he gently batted your hands away.

“What do you want then?” His finger shallowly breached you, but it wasn’t enough.

“Please just fuck me. Please, Jimin.” Your voice was so desperate it was unrecognizable.

“Do you love your new undead boyfriend's cock that much? That I get so hard for you even though there’s not a drop of blood in my veins?” He undoes his belt and your entire pelvic floor clenches.

“Yes…” You watched in awe as he pushed his jeans and underwear off of his hips. When his cock came into view your mouth watered. He was so hard.

He left his jeans and underwear down around his thighs while he moved to position himself between your legs. He leaned over you, his mouth coming down to your breast that was still covered by an oversized T-shirt and biting it through the material. You squealed and bucked your hips off the bed.

“Always so responsive for me. So pretty and wet.” Jimin balanced himself on one hand while the other gripped the base of his cock and ran the head through your folds.

Your heels moved up and dug into the backs of his thighs, begging him to get inside you. He tapped his cock against your clit before he spoke again.

“Impatient.” Jimin bent over you to kiss you again. “I’m going to give you what you want, angel, don’t worry.” He sat back up on his knees, gripping your thighs and swiftly imapling you on his cock.

Your back arched and your hands gripped his biceps as he fully seated himself inside you. Once he felt how wet and warm and tight you were, he was merciless. Hips snapping against your thighs while he groaned your name over and over.

You were moaning so loudly, getting wetter by the second as you listened to the sounds of Jimin pistoning inside you. It felt like heaven and hell all at the same time. Your insides felt like they were melting and tears pricked your eyes from how quickly you knew you were coming to an end.

“You’re squeezing me already, ah fuck, you feel so good.” Jimin practically growled the words as he bent your knees and put them over his shoulders, deepening his thrusts.

“So close, Jimin. Please don’t stop.” You threw your head back, but Jimin wanted to see your face, angling it back to look at him.

No sweat on his forehead. No blush on his cheeks. His lips weren’t chapped red from all of your kissing. But he still looked beautiful. Thick lips parted and black hair sticking out at all angles. You knew the way your nails were scratching down his back wouldn’t leave any marks, but it didn’t stop you from dragging them down his flesh until they reached his ass to pull him deeper.

“Going to fill you up, going to cum so hard.” His head dipped down and buried his face in your neck as the two of you finally came together, moaning each other’s names and sweet praises.

You could feel him fill you, dripping down your thighs as he continued the slow pumps of his hips. You weren’t sure how he still had this part of him, but you were thankful to still be allowed this feeling.

“You’re okay?” You finally ask, angling his face for you to look at it.

“I could go again.” He smiles devilishly and you roll your eyes.

“Not all of us have undead stamina.” You gently roll him onto his side and let him wrap his arms around you.

“Still getting used to it.” He looks shy as he says, a little bit of the old Jimin coming through.

“We will figure it out. I promise. We can move away, somewhere where you don’t have to hide. Being stuck in my apartment can’t be good for you.” You stroke his cheek gently.

“Don’t like having me all to yourself?” He raises an eyebrow and smiles until his cheeks meet his eyes.

“Of course I do!” You hugged him tighter and he laughed.

“I don’t think I ever thanked you, did I? For bringing me back.” Jimin says, moving some hair behind your ear.

“I’m too selfish to live without you.”

“I didn’t want to leave you.” He whispers.

“It wasn’t your fault, Jimin. And you never have to leave me again.” You moved impossibly closer to him.

“Never, angel. I could never.”

[caelesjjk]

all at once | kth

Summary: you’ve never been one to judge a book by its cover, so when you found yourself falling for the local mechanic, his job had never made you think less of him. But maybe he didn’t feel the same.

pairing: mechanic!Taehyung x female reader

rating: 18+

genre: kind of strangers to lovers, dumbasses to lovers, fluff, little angst, smut

warnings: Tae gets upset with himself, reader gets upset a few times, mention of drinking alcohol

explicit sexual content: tae does quite a bit of dirty talk and reader LOVES it, slight handjob?, Tae eats her out, car sex, unprotected sex (Dont do that babes), lots and lots of kissing

word count: 4.6k

a/n: so…this is my first fic post for BTS, and I never thought it would be Tae but he fit so good. This idea was originally for a 5sos fic I wrote but turning it Tae was the best thing ever. This is also pretty short but will have a part 2 to bring everything together, I’m usually a very long winded bitch but I wanted to get something out there. I hope you like it, pleeeease let me know thoughts on it. It would mean so much.

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This was never meant to happen. You were never supposed to fall in love with him. It was just supposed to be one silly date. A date that you never expected to go well. In fact, you fully expected to leave half way through the night and take a cab home. But, that wasn’t the case at all.

Taehyung was persistent. He saw you walk into his mechanic shop and knew that he needed you in his life immediately. He was covered in grime and grease that day, and you were in a black pencil skirt that clung to the curves of your hips and ass so perfectly he could feel himself getting hard beneath his dirty jeans. Your heels clicked across the concrete floor in a rush as you yelled into the shop for someone to help you out.

“How can I help you, miss?” Taehyung said, wiping his hands on a rag that was already too dirty to help anything.

“My car.” You sniffled a little. “My car won’t start. It was making noises, so I pulled over and now it won’t start at all and I’ve got to be at the airport soon.” The look on your face was desperate. Taehyung nodded, hopping into the tow truck and patting the seat next to him for you to get in.

You got in the truck with reluctance, considering its heavy layers of grease and dirt. You gave him directions to your car, which was about a mile down the road. By the time Taehyung had your car towed back to the garage with the hood popped open, it was getting dangerously close to time for you to be at the airport.

“So can you fix it?” You asked, biting at the nail on your pointer finger.

“It needs a new timing belt, I can order the part but it won’t be here until morning.” Taehyung explains with sympathy in his voice. You feel your stomach drop, knowing that you’ll miss your flight.

“I um…I need make a phone call.” You can feel tears of frustration start to form in your eyes.

After calling your boss to let him know what was going on, you were pleasantly surprised that he wasn’t upset at all. He told you to grab a hotel room and you could skype into the meeting he was going to be attending. You were so relieved.

“Everything okay?” Taehyung asked when you came back into the garage.

“Surprisingly, yes.” You gave him a small smile. “I’m Y/N by the way.” You take a few more steps towards him to shake his hand.

“Taehyung.” He replies, wiping off his hands on his jeans again before taking your hand.

“Could I possibly trouble you for a ride to the nearest hotel?” You asked, biting softly into your bottom lip. Taehyung could barely keep himself from grabbing your face and kissing you right there.

“Yeah. I mean I could. If you agree to get a coffee with me later?” He looks down at his dirty boots before meeting your eyes again. You look confused.

“You want to get coffee with me?” Your eyebrows scrunched together adorably.

“If you’d like.” He says, a smoldering smile settling on his lips.

“Yeah…I guess I could do that.” You don’t know why you hadn’t noticed how gorgeous he was before now. Messy dark curls on his head and perfectly shaped lips that pulled back into the most stunning smile you’d ever seen. The golden hued skin of his arms covered deliciously perfect muscles. You were in trouble.

“Great. Lemme give you that ride.” He opens the door to his tow truck again, letting you hop in on shaky feet.

He pointed out a small coffee shop across the street from the hotel he dropped you off at. You told him you could meet him there around 7 and he had quickly agreed, not wanting you to change your mind.

When the time came for you to meet him, you were afraid you had made a mistake. You didn’t know him. He was a gloriously hot mechanic that could definitely break your heart, and you just didn’t have the time in your life for anything like that. You were almost positive that he would just forget about you and move on with his life when you hadn’t shown up at 7. You were sitting in the middle of your hotel bed surrounded by paperwork to keep you distracted, looking down at your laptop clock to see it was now 8:00pm, just as a soft knock sounds on your door. You quickly wrap your robe around your body and look through the peak hole to see Taehyung standing there, hands in the pockets of his black jeans.

You take a deep breath, opening the door just enough to see him.

“Did you lose track of time?” Taehyung asks, looking a bit disappointed.

“Um…yes…I mean no, that was a lie. I just, couldn’t come.” You look down to hide your guilt.

“Did I do something to offend you?” He asks.

“No. Not at all. I’m just a really busy person, Taehyung. I can’t get into something like this right now.” You open the door a little more as you explain, and Taehyung’s eyes immediately wander down to the exposed skin of your legs before he quickly looks back up at you.

“It’s just a coffee, Y/N. No strings attached.” Taehyung’s hands slide into the front pockets of his now clean black jeans. His black sweater clings to his chest perfectly and exposes his collarbones just enough to make you crazy.

“Just coffee?” You repeat, and he nods his head. “Well do you mind just having a shitty cup of coffee from the coffee maker in here? I’m already in my pajamas.” You open the door completely, inviting him to enter if he wants.

“Who doesn’t love a cup of hotel room coffee?” He smiles, before stepping into the room and looking around at all the cheesy hotel room decor.

You talk for hours. Ending up with a 12 pack of beer to share between you instead of that questionable coffee. Taehyung starts out in the chair across the room, but as the night progresses, he’s migrated to the bed where you’ve been sitting most of the night. You enjoy his company, far more than you should. You are mesmerized by his smile and his goofy laugh. You want hear it over and over again. You’re already in too deep.

He finally decided to call it a night at 4:00am, saying he needed to go home and shower before work, where he had to be at 5:30am. You felt horrible for keeping him so late.

“I didn’t realize it was so late…or so early.” You say, walking him to the door.

“Neither did I. And I don’t regret a single minute of it.” He wets his lips with his tongue as he stands in the doorway, watching your face carefully.

“You’ll call me when the car is finished?” You ask, trying to forget how much you wanted his lips on your skin.

“Of course. Night, Y/N.” He smiles once more before he turns to start walking to his truck. You close the door, pressing your back against it and closing your eyes so you can breathe again. But before you can even catch your breath, there’s a knock on the door. You flip around and open it too quickly, too desperately.

“Taehyung.” You say with too much urgency in your voice. You wanted it to be him more than anything.

“Do you want to get dinner tomorrow night? I um…I really want to see you again.” He looks so utterly perfect as he nervously scuffs his shoe against the pavement.

“Yes.” You breathe.

“Could I also…kiss you?” Taehyung steps into your space, his scent taking over everything. You can’t seem to find your voice, but nod your head yes, because you have been wanting to be kissed by this man all night.

“I want to hear you say it. Tell me you want me to kiss you.” One of his hands has made its way to cup your cheek, his thumb caressing along your jaw.

“I want you to kiss me…please.” Your body is practically vibrating with want and your breath comes out shaky when you feel his nose brush against yours.

“So polite…so beautiful.” The last word is breathed into your mouth just before he closes that space and your lips finally meet.

It was so gentle and sweet. His mouth tasted like a mix of the cheap beer and the cherry chapstick he had been applying all night. It was perfect. Taehyung held you tightly against his lean body, your arms snaking around his waist. Your neck was craned back, his towering form making this type of kiss feel even better.

You were the first to press your tongue against his lips, making him smile against your mouth before he gave you what you wanted, licking into your mouth so slowly and languidly. It felt like being drunk, breathing in this man. When your hands started fisting into the back of his sweater, your mind clouding with lust and wanting to pull him back into the room and not let him leave, Taehyung pulled back from your lips, your own chasing after his and making him laugh quietly.

“I’ll see you for dinner tomorrow, Y/N.” He pecked your lips several more times when you started whining.

“See you tomorrow.” You reigned in your hormones and let him finally leave to get ready for work.

There were plenty of dinners after that. There were breakfasts and lunches. There was a street fair. There were walks around the park. And there were many, many nights of you sitting in his garage watching him work that ended up in heavy make out sessions. It had been two months, and you were irrevocably in love with him. No matter how much you tried to pretend it wasn’t that, you knew it was.

Taehyung was the most considerate person you’d ever met. Rough around the edges but he had the biggest heart. He always made sure you were comfortable, always made sure you got everything you wanted. He talked with you on the phone for hours sometimes when the two of you be in the same place. He respected you and your crazy schedule.

He had recently taken to sending you very scandalous pictures when you were stuck in a long meeting. You pretended to hate it but you didn’t, not even a little. He was so beautiful you had a hard time convincing yourself that he was real.

Tonight was one of those nights you had your way to his garage. You were perched on one of the tall chairs Taehyung had, while he was leaning over the engine of a car, making sure he had everything put back together correctly. Your hair was swept up into a messy bun, and your legs were covered in a very comfy pair of black leggings. You were comfortable here now and you wanted him to know that.

“How could you possibly like vanilla ice cream better than chocolate?” You say, leaning forward on the stool to see his face better.

“Because vanilla is better, baby.” He leans up just enough to smile at you before hunching back over the car motor. Your heart tried to pound out of your chest every time he called you that. It was something recent he started saying, and it would be an absolute lie if you said you didn’t love it.

“When will you be finished?” You whined a little, wanting his attention.

“Are you getting impatient?” He said, not looking up.

“Very.” You squirmed a little on your seat, hoping he would give you what you wanted, which was his sweet lips against yours. Kissing Taehyung was better than any other kiss you had ever experienced. It was never rushed and always just the right amount of everything. You hear him laugh softly as he stands up, grabbing a rag from the tall tool box next to him and wiping his hands.

“And just what should I be doing instead?” He asks, slowly taking a few steps towards you. You cross your legs to keep the ache at bay. He looked like he could absolutely destroy you, and you would gladly allow it to happen.

“I can think of a few things.” You try to be sultry, but you’re positive you sound like an idiot. Taehyung hums, tossing the rag at the old sink.

He closes the gap between the two of you, hooking his hand under your knee so he can uncross your legs and step between them and snugly press himself completely against you. Your hands instinctively slide up the muscular terrain of his arms until they reach his neck, where your fingers lace into the curls that got so messy throughout his day of work. His forehead drops down to yours and his nose skims yours. His lips are so close to yours that you can feel his breath. You skim your nose against his and over his pink tinted cheek, and back over his nose again. Taehyung’s hands find your hips, pulling them forward slightly so that your ass is just barely on the edge of the chair. Your legs slide up the back of his thighs until they’re locked around his waist. The rough and over worked pads of his fingers slide down your thighs and back to your waist.

“Tell me what you want, baby.” His lips are at your ear, just barely grazing the skin there. Your body is mush under his touch, and your breath shudders when he pulls your ear lobe between his teeth.

“I want you so badly.” Your words are scratchy and desperate. Taehyung smiles against the skin of your neck, where he kisses and licks until he’s leaving a burning path back to your lips, finally kissing you like you had wanted from the beginning.

“I would do anything you wanted me to.” He breathes against your lips, sliding his tongue into your mouth when it falls open from desire.

Your hands leave his curls and slide down to the hem of his white t-shirt, pushing it up until he grabs at it and pulls it over his head. You immediately bring your lips to his skin, kissing his soft stomach and chest that are now exposed to you at eye level. When your tongue brushes over one of his nipples, it’s like something ignites inside him and he’s grabbing the globes of your ass and lifting you off the stool. You wrap your arms back around his neck, opening your eyes to see him looking back at you.

“Taehyung…” You say.

“I know, baby. I know what you need.” He carries you from the chair you were sitting on over to the hood of the classic car he had been restoring in his spare time. The cold metal of the car blankets your skin in goosebumps as the beautiful man in front of you drinks in the way you look laying across the hood of his car. You tried to use your feet to pull him back down to you but he continued to look at you like you were the most stunning creature he had ever laid his eyes on. “You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” He says, his hands pushing your knees apart.

“Me or the car?” You tease with a genuine smile on your face.

“Mmm, I don’t need the car. But I most certainly need to be inside of you.” He leans over your body pushing up the material of your shirt so he can flatten his tongue against your skin, licking a path from your belly button to the valley between your breasts. You can’t contain the moan that escapes you.

“Please don’t tease me, Tae.” You bite your bottom lip to hold back another moan.

“I wanted this to be so much more romantic the first time it happened.” He breathed as you lifted your arms above your head, letting him pull your shirt over your head and expose your bare chest to him.

“I don’t need big romantic gestures, I just need you.” You cup his cheeks and angle his face up so that he can look at you.

“You’re fucking perfect. Every fucking inch of you.” He groans, taking one of your nipples between his sweet lips. You bite into your bottom lip, but the more he sucks at your nub of nerves the harder it is to hold in the sinful noises.

“Tae…please.” You beg, needing him to give you the release you craved.

“It is taking every ounce of restraint that I have not to rip these leggings off your perfect body and fuck you senseless. But I want more than that from you.” He leaves wet kisses down the center of your torso as he moves down your body.

“What else do you want?” Your body arches off the car hood a little when his tongue circles your navel.

“I want to taste you. I want to make you feel so fucking good.” His dirty words are making the wetness between your legs unbearable.

“Get them off.” You pull at the band of your leggings, trying to pull them down. But his hands come over yours.

“I’ve got you, beautiful.” He says, pulling the thin material off of your hips and slowly down your legs.

He wraps his long fingers around your ankle, bringing it up to his lips so he can pepper kisses from there to your calf. You watch in awe as he continues kissing up your leg to the inside of your thigh. He looks up at you with lust and hunger in his eyes. You’re practically dripping with the anticipation of his swollen lips wrapping perfectly around your clit.

“I need you to touch me.” You whine.

“Show me where.” He kisses your soaking heat over the flimsy material of your underwear, causing another pathetic moan from you.

You don’t waste any more time, you are far too turned on to be shy at this point. Sliding one of your hands that was previously resting above your head down the center of your body and into the front of your underwear, you circle your aching clit with the tip of your finger. Even that small bit of contact makes your back arch off the hood of the car and your eyes to roll to the back of your head.

You open your heavy eyes long enough to see Taehyung watching you intently, the hard line of his cock in his jeans becoming more and more prominent. You want nothing more than to be on your knees in front of him with your lips wrapped around him completely while you let him fuck your mouth.

“Fuck, baby. I could cum just watching you.” He gets down on his knees so that he’s eye level with your heat, slowly reaching up and pushing your underwear to the side so that he can slip one of his long digits inside you.

You almost explode right there and then from the pleasure. You try to keep up the work on your clit while he’s sliding another finger in but your minstrations are becoming too sloppy. You take your hand away and sit up on your elbows to watch him work. He stands up, keeping his fingers buried deep inside you, petting at that perfect spot, and kisses you deeply.

“I’m gonna taste you now.” He says against your lips. You have never been so ready. He pecks your lips a few more times before ducking down between your legs again.

This time he hooks his fingers into your underwear and pulls them off. Grabbing your thighs in each hand, he slides you down the car so your ass is on the edge and your pussy is at the perfect height for him to taste. Before you can protest at how long it’s taking, Taehyung is licking just where you want him. Sucking in all the right places. Taking the time to turn his head and kiss your quaking thighs now and then. He has you a moaning and screaming mess in no time at all. Your fingers instinctively went into the curls on top his head, holding on for dear life as he continued the assault with his tongue and lips.

“Tae…Taehyung…m’ so close.” You can barely form a coherent sentence.

“Look at me when you do, baby.” He says it quickly, and goes back to sliding his tongue deep inside you and pinching your clit between his fingers. It was like a wave of complete and utter lust was washing over you as your orgasm hit you. It took all your strength to open your eyes and look down at Taehyung. He met your eyes and quickly stood up to kick off his jeans and boxers after you had cum all over his tongue, his chin was covered in your arousal and it was the hottest thing you’d ever seen.

Your head is swirling and your muscles ache from pleasure, but you can sense that Taehyung has picked you up but you aren’t sure if it’s actually happening or if it’s just a dream. When your eyes are able to focus again, you can see that he’s opened the door to the backseat of the car and he’s sliding into the seat with you straddling his thighs.

“I thought I was dreaming.” You say lazily, cupping his face and kissing his lips.

“I think I’m the one who’s dreaming, beautiful. Never thought someone like you would walk into my life and completely consume every part of it.” His hands slide up your back and into your hair angling your lips just how he wants them. “Ride me?” He asks next.

You use his shoulders to help lift your hips to hover above his hard length, so much bigger than you had thought it was. You can’t help wrapping your hand around him and pumping a few times, feeling how hot and heavy he is in your hand and the sounds he makes when you do were enough to make you dripping wet all over again. Taehyung gently pushes your hand away, groaning as he positions himself beneath you.

You slowly lower down onto him, the feeling of him stretching you out is the most pure pleasure you’ve ever felt. You feel his fingers digging into your hips as he tries to resist pulling you down onto him harder. And once your completely seated on his cock, and you feel his hips buck up just the slightest, you almost lose it completely. You bring your hands up to grip the headrest of the seat and bring your hips back up again. He’s so hard that you swear you can feel every vein petting at your wet walls.

“Oh, fuck Y/N. Baby, that’s so good.” Taehyung moans, his voice is deep and raspy. His rough hands are guiding your hips up and down as you start to swivel them each time you come down. You let your head fall back and the moans flow. When you begin to pick up the pace, Taehyung holds your body closer, and leans up so he can talk in your ear.

“You fit me like you were made for me, baby. So tight and perfect.” He rolls his hips up into your making you scream out his name. He kisses your shoulder and does it again, getting the same reaction. “Want to keep my cock buried in this pussy forever.”

“Tell me more, tell me how it feels.” You beg. You love his dirty words so much.

“Like heaven. So fucking wet, all for me.” He moans in your ear, causing your whole body to shiver and your pussy to clench around him. You know you’re getting so close again.

Taehyung grips his fingers into your ass and slams you down onto his cock, causing you to see stars. You feel yourself tighten around him, releasing your second orgasm of the night. You slump against him, your hands going back into his hair and holding on while he thrusts upwards to chase his high.

“You’re so good, babe. So so good. Please cum for me” You whisper in his ear to urge him on.

You sit up the slightest bit to watch his face as he reaches his orgasm. His swollen lips are parted and his breath is panting while his hips are sputtering. It doesn’t take much longer for him to release inside you, and for you to feel the hot liquid drip down the inside of your thighs. Taehyung gently takes your face in his hands, pushing some hair back from your eyes before he kisses you.

“Is now a bad time for me to tell you that I love you?” He smiles, eyes half closed with lust. You look at him a moment before answering.

“Never a bad time for that.” You smile at him and touch his shoulders.

“Will you say it back?” He sits up farther, holding you against him. Almost like he’s afraid you might run.

“Mmm, of course I love you, Kim Taehyung. Have for a while.” You confess.

“I want to tell you that every day.” He presses a kiss to your forehead.

“Then you should.” Your arms wrap around his neck.

“It would be much easier if you moved in with me.” He says, but you can tell he’s nervous about what he’s asked. And you honestly don’t know what to say. You live in the city 30 minutes away for work.

“Taehyung…I…” You start to say.

“It’s okay. You don’t have to answer now. Just think about it.” He kisses your lips quickly, before carefully moving you from his lap so that he can get up from the seat. You watch his gloriously naked body walk to the front of the car and grab your clothes for you.

“Thank you.” You smile at him, but the smile he gives back isn’t convincing. He quickly goes back to grab his pants and slips them on his long legs. You quickly throw on your clothes and while he has his back turned to you, you walk up behind him and wrap your arms around his torso.

“I’m sorry about all that.” He says. You can feel his voice vibrate through his back where your face is pressed.

“Please don’t be. I didn’t say no, did I?” You kiss a quick trail along his spine.

“No. But it was too much. The’ I love you’ was bad enough, but I asked you to move in with me after two months…such an idiot.” He takes one of your hands and gently pulls you around to face him, kissing the top of your hand and your wrist.

“It’s just a lot to think about. But I’m not upset that you asked me.” You try to meet his eyes but he still won’t.

“Yeah. I’ll um…I better close up here. Are you okay to get home?” He asks. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion.

“I thought that I’d stay?” You asked.

“Not tonight, Y/N.” He leans forward and kisses your forehead before walking over and opening the door of the garage for you to walk out.

“Taehyung…whats going on?” You ask.

“I’ll call you tomorrow.” He lets you get out the door before he closes it and turns the lock.

You have no idea what just happened. How things went from being absolutely perfect to absolutely broken. You drive back home with tears stinging your eyes and far too many questions without answers.

[jjungkookislife]

Ho-Ho-Home (M)

❄ pairing: neighbor!jimin x f. reader

❄ genre: childhood friends to strangers to lovers, angst, smut [18+]

❄ wc: 15.5k (idk how that happened)

❄ summary: Golden neighbor extraordinaire, Park Jimin, is (unintentionally) stealing your spotlight this holiday season. Despite your one sided rivalry with him, all Jimin wants is for you to remember him, to remember your past and hopefully create a future with you.

❄ warnings: cursing, Jimin calls you doll (a lot!), the reader is jealous of jimin, one-sided rivalry, jimin and oc were childhood friends (somewhat) but she’s forgotten about him, meddling from oc’s mom, neglectful parents (Jimin’s), making out, marking (hickeys, biting, scratching, hair pulling, hand job, oral sex (f. receiving), fingering (f. receiving), slight overstimulation, unprotected sex, creampie, cum play

❄ date: December 24, 2021

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[pinkrecs]

LOOKING AT MY FIC REBLOGS FROM 2 YEARS AGO… half are deleted for various reasons… i cri ☹️

[jimlingss]

Love Pages

➜ Words: 18k

➜ Genres: 60% Angst, 40% Fluff, Yandere!AU, Inspired by Death Note

➜ Summary: You’ve always had feelings for Park Jimin, star soccer player and cute boy-next-door. But it’s been unrequited for years and you expect it to continue that way. Or at least until a certain notebook falls into your hands.

➜ Warning: toxic relationships, loosely implied smut, some victim blaming. This is not your typical love story.

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pinkrecs’s bts yandere fic recs

[POSTED ON JULY 12th 2022]

note: this is most (honestly just checkout all of these authors’ masterlists--there’s more great gems) of my favorite yandere bts recs! please show much love to our wonderful authors. the yandere genre does contain triggering themes (ex: representation of toxic relationships, possessive/obsessive behavior, non-con/dub-con, violent behavior, etc). read at your own risk + check out the author’s notes. ENJOYYY ^^

i would love to give each fic a detailed comment on how i love it but i lack the words and writing capabilities to do that. so hope a short spoiler-free comment will do (sorry). GO GIVE THESE FICS A LIKE, REBLOG, OR COMMENT!!!!

POLY/MULTI:

- death valley by @bangtangalicious 

↳ gang + rocker + fightclub au + ot7 x reader. my brain is dizzy & fucked (in a good way) after reading this. each member gets their own time to shine and the characterizations of each member are crazy. this fic is a messy ass rollercoaster and the smut is scrumptious too!!

- gumiho cisswap bangtan x reader by @bloodsweattearscatharsis

↳ gumiho + cisswap au + poly ot7 x reader. its obvious from the title since the author mentioned that they haven’t made a title for the fic lol. honestly, go give this a read because the dynamic of ot7 is quite fun and i LOOVEE the suspense that from each chapter. all of them could run me over anytime and also HOT WOMEENNNNN ayyyyyyyyy go read bc it needs more luv

- house of serpents by @smasmashie

↳ mafia au + ot7 x reader. every character in here needs to go therapy but also not because i need to see more drama unfold. ot7 seems to care for the mc but their actions shown are... uhmm... questionable. but that makes this fic good though! reading each chapter like it’s the morning newspaper 

- in your dreams by @voidswan

↳ idolverse au + vmin x reader. GOD THIS WAS INTENSE, i was shaking, gasping, and throwing uppp!! vmins are menaces in this one but god you can’t help but want more D: i’m like the mc--who’s a moth attracted to the flame.

- lilies of the valley by @girlmeetsliv3

↳ a/b/o au + poly ot7 x reader. each relationships between the members and towards reader is mysterious and there was underlying tension of meeting the pack’s expectation. in some way, it gets uncomfy at some parts yet that is what keeps each chapter an enjoyable read.

- lovesick by @angelicyoongie

↳ soulmate au + ot7 x reader. mc is very unlucky gal... not only having one BUT SEVEN yandere as soulmates lmaoo.. and the soulmark inflicts on both people if one of them gets hurt. that’s rough damn! i’m still unsure if all of them know that all of them are sending her letters. keep notifications ON for this fic 

- nephilim by @royallyjoon 

↳ cult + supernatural au + poly ot7 x reader. it was defintlely chilling while i read this. while there’s some sense of normalcy, the larger control of the cult makes keeps us feeling uneasy. 

- on the first day of christmas, my true love gave to me by @forever-once-gone 

↳ ceo + christmas au + poly namkook x reader. namkook is crazy and unhinged when they show their true colors. jungkook is very VERY sweet tho i cant hate him rip

- strangers by @bestaez

↳ strangers from hell au + ot7 x reader. i haven’t read watched the kdrama so i can’t compare between the two. this is definitely interesting as we can see SOME insight to how ot7 plans it and covers up their tracks to avoid getting caught. i hope the mc can get the tf out that apartment and we can see the reasoning for these actions of ot7 in future chapters

- school f*cking sucks! series by @sluttyandere

↳ high school au + maknae line x reader. all characters are of legal age btw! sucks to be mc because she just getting snatched from each guy like that. and she’s the class president but kinda powerless since two of them control her status at the school. all three of them are massively wicked and im kinda digging it LMAO

- thou shall not steal by @xherxx

↳ mafia + spy + enemies to lovers au + poly ot7 x reader. as the author mentioned, this fic is on the lighter side of the yandere spectrum. i love the mc in this fic. a girlboss icon actually. adored every interactions between the mc and each member. it’s a VERY pleasant read lol

- where three stars meet by @girlmeetsliv3

↳ poly sope x reader. this felt like a movie to this. i could picture everything in my head and sope was quite mysterious in this. and the little details placed throughout the story makes it enticing to continue reading. 

- “why you look so pretty when you cry?” by @minniepetals 

↳ mafia au + poly ot7 x reader. the way ot7 brings hopes up for the mc before crushing them down so she breaks and realizes that her only option is them is tragic for the mc... yet it’s a whole serve!

MISC (aka idk where to categorize these lol):

- never ever after by killingpeach (AO3)

↳ fairy tale au + ot7 x oc. each member is based on a character of well known fairy tales. for the mc to leave the story, she must make the member of that fairy to fall in love with her for “the end” to happen. i love the author’s versions of these fairy tales. each time the fairy tale ends, ik the oc is like: “i won... but at what cost??”

- seven princes of campus series by @bibbykins 

↳ college au + ot7 x reader. this series includes various fics with each member and their s/o and is more on the softer side of yandere! each couple is cute and the build up of how each became to be to great!

- tatemae; 建前 series by @99liners

↳ trophy wife au + ot7 x reader. this series includes various fics with each member and their s/o. the gaslighting and manipulation is wild in these fics y’all. and each time, the ending of the fic makes think like: damn... these men not seeing the pearly white gates of heaven

- the tarot series by @flowesona​ 

↳ ot7 x reader. this series includes various fics with each member and their s/o and “each inspired by one of the major arcana tarot cards.” i love this concept and each plot is easily able to get into. 

MEMBER X MEMBER:

- desire by kyoigi (AO3)

↳ demon au + jikook. demon jimin is hot yet creepy at the same time. and the way jimin goes through his inner turmoil before realizing his feelings for jk + jk starting to piece everything together?! just scrumptious 

- mused obsession series by @sombreboy + @chimoona

↳ photography + model au + jikook. the way jimin falls into jk manipulative and obsessive nature is crazy yall... and how they show their devotion towards each other? fucked up yet i can’t keep my eyes away from it!

- photos of you (and where I should be) by korknight (AO3)

↳ photography + rapper au + yoonkook. jungkook is risking it ALL for yoongi! down MASSIVELY bad yet jk gaslights himself into his actions are good for yoongi. 

- watching you, watching me by mellifluous_kim (AO3)

↳ idolverse au + yoonkook. THE TWIST? you knew my jaw FELL to the FLOOR?!? it’s a must-read because everything is not what it seems D:

KIM SEOKJIN:

- carnal by @kosmosguk

↳  vampire au. mc folded that quick... honestly same here too! just immaculate *chefs kiss*

- contact by @gorehsk

↳ alien au. pure filth and i love it.  

- rose gold by @sweetwolfcupcake 

↳ idolverse au. jin is quite eerie in this fic. he’s subtle with his yandereness and  calculated with his actions.

- the baron by @therealmintedmango​ (AO3)

↳ historical au. jin is charming and no one can suspect a damn thing. a fun read!! 

- the lost, the found, and the treasured by @forever-once-gone

↳  reincarnation + royalty au. so well-written!! there’s small details in the story and by the end... you see piece together. seokjin waited for a long time and i could see why (even though it’s quite haunting). 

MIN YOONGI:

- ash and cinder by @chimchimsauce 

↳ cinderella au. a cinderella retelling with yoongi as our prince. great fic with the yandere twist!

- beloved by @bang-tan-bitches

↳ historical + empire au. this fic was a RIDE. mc is a supportive sister yet she unknowingly attraction of yoongi. his desire is eerie and attractive at the same time. 

- beneath the world by @nomnomsik

↳ yoongi is down bad... and his notebook 😭😭

- control by @taeyohonic 

↳ idolverse au. damn a twisted universe of bangtan. yoongi’s character is a massive dick in this one

- exitus acta probat by @bang-tan-bitches

↳ mafia au. can he also snatch me away pls too

- lineage by @kosmosguk

↳ royalty au. god the twist? you gotta read this, it’s a masterpiece.

- the man in the moon by @worldwidemochiguy

↳ lowkey reading was comforting in some sort. like i was soft for yoongi’s character by the end :3

- the music of the night by @bestaez

↳ phantom of the opera au. i was smiling near the ending but then that had to happen lol

JUNG HOSEOK:

- angel by @worldwidemochiguy 

↳ best friend au. hoseok is affectionate, sweet, and insane in this one. 

- forbidden fruit by @deepdarkdelights

↳ organized crime au. mc’s lack of fear has gotten her into some trouble... but it’s jung hoseok--it’s alright!!

- may the odds be ever in your favor by @yandearest 

↳ hunger games au. this fic is incompeleted but the author left spoilers for the ending. i highly suggest checking out this fic--it’s very well written!

- orgasms on the verge of a nervous breakdown by @sluttyandere

↳ high school + party au. wow this was quite a lot to handle. pls note there’s non-con. in conclusion: trust nobody

- toska by @chummywchimmy

↳ a/b/o + werewolves au. hoseok is sweet and all but lord that bird gift LMAO. 

KIM NAMJOON:

- a dangerous game by @chaoticpuff17 

↳ mafia au. joonie does not know how to give up... prayers for the mc

- deviant by @jkeuphoriadreamland + @chimoona

↳ this fic is one of the most memorable fics i read. namjoon is so cunning and cocky piece of shit. 

- fôret de cauchemars by @kosmosguk

↳ sleep psychiatrist au. i massively agree that this fic is one hell of a rollercoaster. thrilling and creepy!!

- lady of the night by @deepdarkdelights 

↳ victorian + time travel + jack the ripper au. this joon lives in my mind to this day. enjoyed the mc figuring out what the hell is happening while scolding namjoon’s misogynistic ideas.

- let the villain win by @lemonjoonah 

↳ author au. let me tell you that joonie’s character will have you memorized and shocked!!

- moonstruck by @lovelyspring7

↳ mafia + florist au. this is fic did what it gotta do... and IT SERVED!!! 

- used to disappointment by @girlmeetsliv3

↳ nerd au. gosh i would also feel like a disappointment if i was in school with namjoon. but joonie is caring in this one (?)

PARK JIMIN:

- apothic by @jiminstonic

↳ zombie au. zombie jimin is sweet towards for the mc, but his actions went a lit extreme... ig that’s what he gotta do? slay?

- arte factum by @lolabangtan

↳ artifical intelligence + sci-fi au. fuck me up android jimin!@(31!!!! he’s a little bit eerie but we can OVERLOOK that :D

- charming by @bangtans-apollo

↳ cinderella au. *chefs kiss* prince jimin needs a therapy session because he’s very overbearing and possessive. you never know when he gotta explode!

- curiosity brought it back by catslullaby (AO3)

↳ CURIOSITY DID BRING IT BACK!!!!!! one of my all time favs. the way mc decided to make jimin jealous and she got what she wanted! but she also bargained more than what she can afford lool

- neighbors by @jkeuphoriadreamland

↳ neighbors + stalker au. toxic? yes. hot? yes.

- otherworldly by @sinning-on-a-sunday 

↳ coraline au. i am ashamed to say that i’m not mad at the ending. i would bend my knees for other jimin.

- porcelain by @deepdarkdelights

↳ dollmaker au. i’m not just screaming at jimin, i’m also screaming at the grandma.

- spirited away by @out-of-jams 

↳ spirited away au. i already watched spirited away and this fic takes it as inspiration to create something different as it own. jimin is supposed to be someone we can rely on... but the writing has good job of conveying the gut feeling of something that isn’t right :D

- the owner by @shumidehiro

↳ ghost au. i like the mc in this! love that she is respectful to the spirits and i can see how ghost jimin holds his resentment from.

- treasure by @sombreboy

↳ faerie dragon hybrid au. that took a dark turn but who can’t resist jimin? lets be REALLL

KIM TAEHYUNG:

- daffodil dreams by @sombreboy 

↳ murder suspect + therapist au. the way tae and mc are attracted towards each other is kinda in push and pull in way. and when they give into each other, it feels conflicting since it feels right but wrong for the two to be together. a thrilling read!!

- devotion by @sweetbunnykook 

↳ childhood friends au. the yearning?? the tension?? and when it blows up between the two, it’s completely worth it in the end. beautifully written!!

- dura lex, sed lex by @go1denjeon

↳ law au. tae is so mysterious in this fic. you know what you’re for when you read this, you just don’t know when tae decides to reveal his true colors. in hindsight, he acts like ordinary citizen yet ill think we’ll see more of his true colors in later chapters.

- like chalk and cheese by @helenazbmrskai 

↳ tae def helped the mc bring out the craziness in her. it’s refreshing read from most yandere fics as we start to see more of the roles reversed. 

- poison apple by @jooniyah 

↳ moneylender au. this is one of more darker fics. mc doesn’t give up nor so does tae. his character is crazy and im impressed how she keeps her sanity still. 

- purple people eater by @therealmintedmango (AO3)

↳ alien au. ik the title of this fic sounds crazy and the fic is. tae is adorable in the fic (besides the shit he pulled in the end). 

- the phantom by @darkestcorners

↳ paranormal + parallel universe/time travel au. tae’s character in this is fucking scary actually. i probably been dead by now if i was mc in that situation. 

- the treachery and reprisal by @min-hoax

↳ tae got ISSUES. and jimin??? my gasp was so damn loud at the end. that’s it. 

- violets: memories [part one] / violets: realities [part two] by @emoboijk 

↳ stalker au. tae and mc are unhealthy for each other but they still got feelings for each other... love how mc friends are there to support her :D

JEON JUNGKOOK:

- brother knows best by @cosmostae

↳ stepbrother au. jungkook is so hot and goodass smut. gulity-pleasure fic :D

- cardio by kaiseuphoria (AO3)

↳ personal trainer au. jungkook is so sweet but so insane all at once??&!6? this fic is a perfect mix of sweetness and creepiness. 

- cruel intentions by @explicit-tae

↳ mafia au. the first chapter was just recently out and i’m glad the mc got out of the situation. but since it’s the first chapter, i wonder when is jungkook going take her and the baby back? eagerly waiting for the second chapter!

- deception by @kthyg

↳ gang au. this fic is interesting in a way that mc likes jk long before jk likes her. jk gotta manage his anger and sort his shit out first. 

- flower petal by @royallyjoon 

↳ empire + reincarnation au. this two together is tragic. mc did what she gotta for everyone’s sake and that ended up... not so well many years later...

- forever afterthough by sorvette (AO3)

↳ fantasy + vampire + werewolves au + implied poly ot7 x reader. god this was a RIDE. the progress between the mc and jungkook is sweet and i enjoyed their bond together. writing felt like a kinda like dream because this is so well written!!

- play date trilogy by @worldwidemochiguy

↳  the inner turmoil within the mc between leaving and staying lets me know that jk got her bad... honestly same tho

- polarity by @darkestcorners 

↳ best friend’s boyfriend + college au. YOU GUYS WILL NOT GET IT UNTIL YOU READ THIS FIC. like i would smash my head everytime so i wipe OUT my memories and reread this fic all over again. the plot twists, the mind games, and how realistic this setting is in this fic got me fucked in all sorts of places. without being physical, jk uses all types of tactics to overtake mc’s mind. this is a must read. 

- taking over you by @go1denjeon

↳ idolverse au. love the mc’s approach this situation. jk’s character in this fic is actually fucking sick and twisted. at some parts, i just got very uncomfy and got the chills. 

- the crimson shell by @angelicyoongie 

↳ mermen au. do not think this is your friendly mermaid au. merkoo in this fic his claws, spikey teeth, and clicks his mouth to communicate. poor mc in this, she went through SHIT

- the friendly ghost by @darkestcorners 

↳ ghost au. ghostkoo is very sweet. he could never do wrong--until the end RIP :D

- to obtain the flower / primrose [sequel] by @mingshits 

↳ empire au. who knew that mc’s actions toward jk during childhood could leave a result like this lol? this fic was a whole serve, def must read. each time mc takes one step, jk is FIVE steps ahead her LMAO

- you by @whoretan 

↳ college + stalker au. the first chapter recently released and i’m invested on what’s going to happen to the next chapter. everyone’s motive in this fic is somewhat unclear and the mc here is quite unreliable. can’t wait for shit to happen 

[jingabitch]

Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell ch.4

SUMMARY: when you were ten, taehyung adopted you and gave you a home. now that you’re eighteen, the sudden change in your scent perplexes and confounds him.

PAIRING: wolf hybrid!tae x human!reader (all bts members are hybrids)

WARNINGS: talk of ownership (reader is tae’s pet human) | (eventual) daddy long legs syndrome | angst | angst so fucking much angst | mentions of prostitution (but not explicitly described) | reader is in a real bad situation | maybe don’t read if you’re sensitive

WORD COUNT: 10.5k

RATING: explicit

A/N: again, I am a liar because this story is still not complete. nevertheless, i hope you guys enjoy this! 

I don’t do tag lists, so please don’t ask.

Also, shoutout to my wonderful betas @knjkitten and @seoul9711 for going over this for me! yall are the greatest 💕

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