❀ Plot - Park Jimin has been taken into the care of a mental hospital and is assigned to get help from a psychologist. The psychologist tries to get as much information from him as (s)he can get, and is shocked to hear what he had done
❀ Fanfiction inspired by datjimilly’s FMV entitled park jimin ─ i saved her.
❀ Gif not mine; Taken from here
“Tell me everything.”
“I have nothing to tell you.”
“You didn’t come here for nothing. You came for a reason to me.”
“They brought me. I didn’t even want to be here! Free me!” He started wiggling into his chair, tugging at his chained up hands by the backrest of the chair he was sitting on.
I placed my arms on the table in front of me which was keeping a distance between us, and leaned forward, never once averting my eyes from his expressive, outraged ones.
If he could, he would’ve killed me this instant. But luckily, he is chained up, and had little to no chances of escaping.
“Look, we can make this easier for both you and me if you could calm down, and respond to some of my questions,” I suggested, my voice collected, steady and calm. I watched him closely. His head was lowered down, his blonde hair covering his eyes as he was breathing slowly, his inhales of air getting bigger and hungrier as he was growing furious yet again.
He raised a bit his head, just how much it needed to be so I could catch a glimpse of his burning glare directed towards me.
I remained expressionless and stoic, letting it pass by me unaffectedly.
“Easy for you to talk, huh,“ He chuckled in a dark, low tone, making my eyebrow shot up in question. “You won’t go back to being locked up in a dull room with rusty iron bars keeping you away from the world.”
I pursed my lips, and leaned back into my chair as I crossed my arms over my chest. The young adult in front of me fully raised his head, his nostrils flaring as he kept silent.
“That’s true. But, by talking about it, about everything, it can and will help you.”
He threw his head back in laughter before suddenly stopping, and abruptly letting his eyes fall on me yet again.
Then he spit.
“Fuck you.”
I closed my eyes, his saliva right on my left cheek. I sighed, and slowly took a napkin out of my bag, wiping out his saliva from my face.
“Okay then, if that isn’t working,” I licked my lips, my eyes locked up with his. “Do you want us to stop this? Once and for all?”
“Yes!”
“Then tell me what happened. And I promise you that, after this, we won’t see each other ever again,” He watched me in utter silence, pondering of what to say seeing as he wasn’t really pleased with my suggestion.
As minutes passed by us in an alarmingly slow pace, I finally was about to call it a day and leave, but his voice stopped me.
“I loved her so much,” He started, his face downwards, his jaw locked. I arranged myself into sitting better on my chair and took my notebook and pen, ready to listen and write down whatever he had to say.
“The way she looked at me. Her eyes. The way she laughed at me. Her voice. Everything. I wanted to be her only one. I want her to be only mine.”
Slowly, I sensed a little shake in his voice, accompanied with his shoulders slightly trembling. I closely studied him, listening, not muttering a word.
“I can still hear her voice. Calling me. Taunting me. Drawing me in. I was enchanted by her. I love her.”
His breath started to get faster and faster, his shoulders trembling more and more. I blinked, a bit alarmed with the way he was starting to act compared with the slow pace he was using when talking.
“I couldn’t let her go. She was my salvation. My everything. What if she would have stopped loving me? She had to be only mine. She is only mine.”
And he stopped trembling, his head and shoulders lowered down to the point that I could see the back of his head.
“Why? Why did her face look so scared? Why did she scream so much? She can be with me forever now. She should be happy. I saved her.”
His breath quickened again, and it made a lump form into my throat. Gulping it down, I gathered the courage to ask him.
“What did you do to her?”
Shaking his shoulders in silent laughter, a few low chuckles escaped his lips. He raised his head slowly, watching me with his only good eye, the other being covered along with half of his face in a white bandage.
❀ Plot - Due to GOT7′s 2 months world tour, you were able to talk less and less with Jaebum, your boyfriend. When they returned to Korea, you went to their fanmeeting and things started to heat up as you and Jaebum subtly exchanged stares and smirks.
Picture this...
You were a nail stylist for the girl group TWICE which is under JYP Entertainment, same Entertainment GOT7 is under. Since a year ago, when you got the job, you were ecstatic to meet GOT7 and most importantly Jaebum, your bias. This gave you the chance to actually talk with them.
Jaebum was everything you imagined he would be and wished for. He was caring, protective, cute, handsome, and also pretty dominant at times. Loyal and ambitious, he was the perfect boyfriend you had ever asked for.
But his fame was such a burden to you. Not that you weren't happy for him, but his fame always got in between you two, and you could never properly see each other. You forgot how much time it had passed since you sat down on a couch, cuddled and rambled about the stupidest of things.
You couldn't even remember the taste of his lips after such a long time. His sweetness had been almost erased from your mind and lips, and had been replaced with a want and a yearning. You were longing for his touch, for his soft kisses which turned hard whenever he started getting needy for more of you.
It's not that you were missing his voice or face, you were speaking to him everyday through phone or face-time. You were missing him. His hands, his touch, his taste, his scent. You were missing him being there with you.
You couldn't stand all these girls being all around him, putting their hands on him, smiling at him and him smiling back. You were jealous. So jealous. And the fact that your only option was to cry your fear and sadness at night, alone, in the bed, wasn't helping with the jealousy either.
But hell, you missed him so much.
He had been away for two months due to this world tour, and this thought of him being away from you for so long made you long for him more. It made you miss him more.
However, his tour is going to end just today and you couldn't be happier with it. But, as much as you wanted to see him now, GOT7 had a secret fanmeeting in Seoul, which Jaebum had promised you a ticket to go to.
With excitement, every day, you were hopping from one leg to another all along your apartment, cleaning and arranging even the smallest of things around, knowing that he will pass by. You bought some strawberry scented candles so you could surprise him and some snacks to enjoy while watching a movie in the dark, your only source of light being the candles.
Happiness blossoming in your heart, you started humming to your favorite song from GOT7 and walked to the fanmeeting, eager to see them.
You sat down on your assigned chair, somewhere in the middle, and not so patiently waited for the guys to get in, but most importantly waiting your boyfriend, Jaebum.
The thought of him made you let out a squeak sound which earned some weird stares from the girls around you, some of them even saying that they felt you. You sheepishly smiled and bowed your head in embarrassment.
Thirty minutes had passed since you arrived and nothing happened. You started to get worried.
‘Why aren't they entering? Did something happen?’ You mentally asked yourself, well aware of the fact that they don't usually take so long coming in.
Cheers and claps snapped you out of your train of thoughts and you watched forward, seeing the guys enter. Talking of the Devil and he shall appear.
You impatiently looked at the guys coming in, starting with Jinyoung, followed by Jackson, Mark, Yugyeom, BamBam and Youngjae, and last but not least, your boyfriend. Your love. Your everything. Jaebum.
He walked the podium to the center, where he positioned himself between the members, the rightful spot for a leader. You smiled and resisted the urge to go and jump in his arms at the sight of him. You were so happy, your cheeks hurting from so much smiling.
Yet, your smile faltered when you realized the smile he was wearing on his face was actually a fake one. He was... anxious and sad inside, but you didn't know why.
Being his girlfriend for so much time had its pros too: you could read his emotions quite well, and you thanked God for that. However, why was he angry?
He finished talking and sat down on one of the seven chairs laid out on the podium for them. The other members started talking, and walking along the podium, some of them even jumping off.
Yet, Jaebum was examining the room, slow and steady, with a hidden impatience behind it. You knew it too well. You knew him too well to know that he was searching for you.
When he caught your stare on him, he saw you had a knowing little smirk on your lips. You knew him too well.
His eyes widened for a second, fixed on your lips. The knowing lips' smirk and glint in the eyes you sometimes wore on your face never once failed to arouse him. He knew that you had an effect on him, and when you showed that, he loved it the most.
He was fiddling in his seat, gulping a little as he saw your expression. You knew what he had in his mind, all the dirty thoughts while he was taking in all of your appearance.
His frustration grew bigger as each second passed. His eyes were filled with lust, pleading you to stop looking at him like that. If he could, he would've come and jumped at you in a second. But he couldn't.
Jaebum knew well what paparazzi and being in the center of attention meant. His reputation as an idol would be doomed if he made the mistake to show his possessive and sexual, perverted side. All the times he did all those sexual hip thrusts and grindings, along with the lip bites and tongue licks, were just fanservices, he enjoyed making his fans happy. But you couldn't say he doesn't enjoy it.
However, if he showed his real sexual side, bad news would be written all around him.
Also, he couldn't risk bringing you into this hectic world the fame brings. You meant too much for him to do that to you.
As his tongue darted out and its wet tip touched the corner of his lips in want for you, your smirk grew bigger.
You teasingly tilted your head to the side, letting your hair cover a bit of your face, visibly enjoying affecting him. Watching him beneath your eyelashes, your eyes innocently staring at him, he was getting more fidgety in his seat.
Couldn't taking it anymore, Jaebum suddenly shot up from his chair, making you jump in your seat, your teasing facade tossed to the side.
You became afraid that you crossed the line and Jaebum would come to you, but he did something very surprising and puzzling. He excused himself and left the stage.
You sighed in relief, but thoughts of worry quickly invaded your mind.
‘What happened? Was I too pushy? Maybe I didn't have to go that hard on him...’
Your train of thoughts were interrupted by the sound of your phone's buzz indicating you got a new message along with Jaebum entering the stage wearing a mischievous smile on his plump, pink lips which always made your mind go wild with thoughts.
You furrowed your eyebrows, and opened the text. The color of your face drained and your lips went dry as you read it, suddenly gulping and raising your eyes to catch Jaebum looking at you with the same knowing and naughty smirk you earlier had on.
▷You're getting it on tonight for that smirk. Two can play this game.
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As soon as you arrived home, you jumped into your bed. It wasn't that you were afraid of what will happen, but more you were eager and anxious for it.
Your palms were sweaty and your breath became more and more ragged, fast-paced and hard as your anticipation grew along with all those antagonizing minutes that passed.
You couldn't wait for him to drop by your apartment so you two could finally spend some time together.
With your face planted in between pillows, you didn't hear Jaebum entering your house. Moreover, you didn't hear Jaebum entering your bedroom and locking it behind him.
He silently made his way to your bed, his steps and movements predator like.
His tongue let wet traces on his top lip, climbing down to his bottom lip where he stopped his tongue halfway through licking it and actually brought his teeth to bite hard on the lip.
He couldn't see straight anymore. He wanted you. He wanted to show you all the emotions he felt at the fan meeting, with you in front of him now multiplied.
You felt a pressure on your bed, and you quickly turned around, your heart picking a fast pace of fear, only to skip a beat when your eyes took in the familiar figure of Jaebum. Only that now he was hovering over you, steadying himself with one arm on the bed, his veins being more visible as his muscles were all being flexed to support him.
You gulped. His naughty smile making you part your dry lips in anticipation.
Then he did something unexpected.
With a smirk from him and a yelp from you, he turned you around, pressing his chest on your back.
With his free hand he captured your hand by your back, and got his lips closer to your ear, his hot breath fanning by your neck. You shivered, your eyes closing shut on their own accord.
After a few agonizing moments, he whispered in your ear with a husky, and low voice.
“So you like playing games, huh? Might as well join you, right?” Your breath got stuck in your throat as he starting nudging your skin with his nose, giving you butterfly kisses on the neck. He stopped on one spot, his favorite spot, and without a warning, bit hard on it. You arched your back and moaned.
Your moan was like music to his ears, and he groaned, working on that one spot. Kissing, licking, biting, sucking, teasing.
You started panting, your eyes half open. Something build up inside of you, and you wanted to touch him. To feel him. All of him.
“J-Jaebum...” Your voice was like a whisper, pleading Jaebum to let you touch him. He fastly caught on what you wanted, and you felt his playful smirk on your skin.
He raised his lips, faintly touching your earlobe. You breathed out, your breath getting heavier and heavier.
“What is it, baby girl?” He taunted and teased you, making you ache more for his touch.
“P-Please...”
“What do you want?”
“Let me-” you got interrupted by a gasp that left your mouth when his hand slowly slid under your shirt. “-touch you,” you finally breathed out.
“Hmm,” He hummed, and flipped you over, holding your hands trapped above your head. "I don't think I can let you do that yet, my princess."
You looked up at him, at his love and lust filled eyes, at his erotic facial expression, that made you clench your insides. You were already a goner. Hopelessly in love with him.
He went down, raising your shirt up and starting to leave wet, sloppy kisses on your stomach, and higher and higher up, until he raised your T-shirt up until your neck.
He watched your facial expression while you were laying limp on the bed, all a doll for him to play with. With him only you acted that way. He had that effect on you and you loved it as much as he did.
He hungrily claimed your lips, starting to grind against you slowly, passion in each thrust of his hips. He let go of your hands, and as fast as he did that, you snaked your hands inside his T-shirt, one hand feeling his stomach, and the other scratching his back, harder with every time his hips buckled into you.
He hid his face in the crook of your neck, and worked his way to give your bra off. After he succeeded, he took his T-shirt off and pressed onto you, the skin on skin contact making both of you moan.
You dug your nails deeper into his back, feeling him arch his back accompanied by a hiss leaving his lips.
His eyes rolled to the back of his head in pleasure, and he started grinding harder into you. He slowly came down on you, closer to your ear. You gulped, your throat dry. He bit your earlobe and whispered.
“I missed you.”
You took in a breath, and tried to bring him even closer to you.
“I missed you too.”
Your words seemed to work some magic spell on him because he moaned, and suddenly pressed his lips against yours.
His sweet taste filled your mouth as your tongue danced, fighting for dominance. Knowing Jaebum, you let him win and be in charge of you tonight, but not after putting up a little fight.
He moaned and groaned as he bit your bottom lip, silently wanting and asking for something. Or may I say, somebody.
He lowered his hand down your stomach until he snaked his hand under your pants.
He raised up and watched straight into your eyes, his eyes so innocently erotic, his breath coming in short pants, his expression pleading.
“May I?” He asked, you already knew what he was asking for and you moaned as his hand trailed lower and lower. Arching your back, and pressing your chest onto his chest, you answered his question.
❀ Pairing - Park Jimin x Jeon Jungkook x Kim Taehyung
❀ Word count - 1.2K words
❀ Plot - There’s a new kid at school and the two most popular guys gain an interest in him. They take him to a party and things turn out for the worst.
Kim Taehyung.
His name will forever be engraved on my brain. Not because of something he has done to me, be it an act of kindness or a smile thrown my way, but because of me.
He was the new student. The hallways were whispering and chattering, wondering who the newcomer was, curious as of why he had come so late in the year, a month before the school was about to end. No one knew anything about him, no one in the school knew him. He just popped out of nowhere.
He had immediately drawn all the attention to him, his good looks and the spark in his eyes were enough to make all the female students go wild. We didn’t like it. We had to do something about it.
“Have you seen the new kid’s face? It literally just begs for tease.”
“About this,” Jimin huffed, his gaze straight on the back of the newcomer’s head. “I’ve got an idea. Bet you’re gonna like it.”
Of course that back then we didn’t know it was the worst idea ever. No kidding how a person can mature in a month’s time.
We both loved the idea, and we were ready to put it in action, ready to mess up the new kid’s life. If not all, just a little.
We didn’t know why, but we were full of fiery hate, a hatred for an innocent being, and we had to do something about it. We had a strong urge to ruin him. And we did.
“Hello,” Jungkook smiled as they approached the new student’s desk.
Suspicious, the newcomer watched up in the guys’ eyes. His lips were pursed, his back straightened as well as his eyes expressionless.
“Hello.”
“I’m Jungkook, he’s Jimin,” the boy bowed, fearlessly looking straight back in the new kid’s eyes.
“Taehyung.”
This time around, it was Jimin’s turn to speak as he placed his hands against Taehyung’s desk and leaned forward.
“Meet us outside after school,” Jimin leaned back, and smirked, folding his arms against his chest. “You won’t regret it.”
At 3 P.M, we waited for him outside of the school, right in front of the school gates. We started thinking that maybe he won’t show up, and after five minutes we turned around, prepared to leave. But that’s when…
“Wait!” A voice stopped them, making them turn around. Taehyung was running towards the school gates. Upon seeing this, Jungkook and Jimin turned to one another, and threw a smirk before switching to the newcomer who was now standing in front of them, breathing heavily from running.
After he recovered, Taehyung opened his mouth, “Why did you want to meet up?”
Jimin smirked, and stepped closer to Taehyung.
“You’ll see. Follow us.”
The music was loud, the party was at its peak, the drinks were flowing, the laughs were swirling around in the alcohol scented air. The suburbs were our favorite place during the night. The parties were young and reckless, just what a teenager needed. A place to have fun without anyone interrupting it.
We had waited for this moment. The moment to bring Taehyung here.
These past three weeks we tried to win even the slightest bits and parts of his trust. We showed him around, brought him to our houses and even to our secret place, an abandoned train station. He loved it. He trusted us. It was the perfect moment to ruin him.
But…
“Are you sure we should do this?”
“Have you forgotten what are we doing this for?”
“No…”
“Then why are you even asking?”
One of us started to get skeptical and started to get worried about Taehyung. Even though I started feeling that way too, I eliminated all of these thoughts. We had to ruin him. If not together, then me alone.
“Come on, you will love it!”
“I don’t know about it, Jungkook. It seems dangerous.”
“Just a pinch, and that’s all.”
Jimin got closer to Taehyung’s ear after looking a bit around to see if someone’s watching them.
“Let me tell you a secret. You won’t become addicted as the rumors say,” Jimin retracted, and threw him a smile. “Look at us, we’re okay.”
Little did he know that we had been dependent. We had to go to the hospital for almost dying, and then to the psychologist to balance our lives again.
But he didn’t have to know that.
“Okay.”
And that’s when everything reached its peak and skyrocketed downhill. That was the last drop. Our plan was on the road, peacefully driving around. At least, that’s what we thought.
“Uhm, Jungkook?” Taehyung slowly approached Jungkook’s desk, making the boy’s head raise up from the book he was reading. He furrowed his eyebrows.
Taehyung was wearing his hoodie low on his head, covering his eyes.
Jungkook straightened up in his seat, putting the bookmark between the pages he was currently reading, and closed his book before softly placing it on the desk.
“Yes?”
“Can you help me?” His voice was unsteady, coming in low and deep waves.
“Sure…” Jungkook’s voice became suspicious as he tilted his head a bit to the side. “What do you need help with?”
Taehyung raised a bit his head, uncovering his bloodshot eyes and dark, purple circles around his eyes.
Even though he was already ruined, we wanted to ruin him more. I wanted. I had to. I don’t know why, but I needed it. It was bad and wrong, yet my heart was throbbing for it. Or maybe that was just me.
“I gave him more money for drugs.”
“You did?”
“Yeah…”
“I see. That’s good.”
A few seconds of silence passed before he spoke.
“We should stop this.”
“Nah, I don’t think so. I’m having way too much fun with this.”
Then we didn’t hear anything from Taehyung for a few days. Graduation was around the corner, and we were starting to get concerned. I started to get concerned. Upon this, I started to smoke cigarettes again so I’d forget all of my feelings. To get rid of all these useless thoughts of worry.
After some time, I woke up one day with my phone receiving a few new messages. Messages from… him.
▷why are they after me?!!
▷what the hell is going on??
▷please, call me
▷need ur help right now!!!
▶don’t call me anymore
▶blocked
I had to stop all of our connections to him. It became dangerous to stay around him. The drug sellers were after him for not paying up his orders… and he was asking for our help.
And we did. We helped him.
Actually, he did. Not me.
▷i helped him and paid all of his debts
▷it’s over… no more games
▷why aren’t u answering??
I detached. I talked to none of them anymore. We departed. All three of us.
▷u are ignoring me huh?
One of us failed the exam and had to repeat the year.
▷then
Another graduated.
▷if that’s how it is…
And the other dropped from highschool, never to be heard again.
▷it’s been a pleasure being your friend
And even to this day, we don’t know anything about each other anymore. It’s like we had never met.
▷goodbye
Goodbye.
A/N: Hello^^ Hi^^ Annyeong^^ Konnichiwa^^ Bonjour^^ Good day~~
Heheh… I’m Aira~ That's my pen name ^^ This is my first fanfic, and I hope that you’ve enjoyed it. I’m not new to writing… I have a Wattpad account and been writing on it since 2015 or so. ^^
A FMV made by Sayeon Hyun has inspired me to write this fanfic, and I do admit that I changed a bit of the plot according to what I first thought the FMV was about.^^ Here’s the FMV: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6WdJMKYjJSQ
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