Genre- Arranged Marriage AU (Sort of?), Enemies to Lovers, Soulmate AU
Summary- Jeon Jungkook was known to be a tyrant, destroying anything and everything to get what he wanted. And this time, he wanted you.
Warnings- Mentions of blood, gore and murder scenes, eventual smut, JK is definitely a hard dom and mad possessive, vampire bites and blood sucking.
A/N- Even though I have tagged the people who asked to be tagged, there will be no taglist for this series from here on. I only tagged you guys to sort of let you know this series has started. It's a big struggle to keep all those usernames up to date so you might wanna turn on the notifs :)
Please find the introduction to the world of Amour Mort here!
You ran through the forest, tears in your eyes making it difficult to see the path ahead, but you could tell you were venturing deeper into the more dangerous side. At the back of your mind, you were very aware that you shouldn’t be here past midnight, and that if someone found you breaking curfew, you would probably be executed by the throne, thinking you were some sort of rebel revolting in the recent uprisings. But all of that paled in comparison to the despair gnawing at your soul.
The branches clawed at your skin, leaving angry red marks, but you didn’t slow down, only realizing you had come here barefoot when tiny stones began hurting the bottom of your feet. You were being chased—not by a person, but by your own thoughts and the relentless ache in your chest. Your father’s words would not stop playing in your mind, your palms pressing against your ears as you closed your eyes in an attempt to silence his voice.
"You're nothing but a burden to me. I wish you had never been born!"
Suddenly, a sharp pain seared through your right foot, sending you stumbling and falling to the ground with all the air being knocked out of your lungs. You winced, letting out a whimper as you managed to look back, gasping at the bear trap that had clamped around your foot. Its teeth dug into your flesh, and blood pooled on the dead leaves beneath you.
“No…” you cried out, sobbing at your misfortune, the pain from your wound shooting through your leg in waves. A thought came to you: maybe this is how you die, completely alone and unloved, with no one to care that you weren’t at home right now.
‘That’s not true! Lila cares…’
Your mind screamed at you, your sister’s pretty face popping into your head. Well, this was true; your sister did care about you. But really, there was only so much she could do when your father did not even acknowledge you as his daughter. You still remembered the party where a guest mistook you for a maiden working in the mansion. It had truly hurt you, but there was nothing you could say, not when that is probably what your father wanted the world to think. A part of you thinks he hates you because your mother died just five days after you were born, but how could you, a mere baby, be at fault for that?
Gathering all your energy, you began to drag yourself to a tree nearby, wincing and whimpering with every wave of pain that washed over you. You could even feel the burn on the skin of your forearms where it rubbed against the rocky and muddy ground, convinced that the sleeve of your dress was beginning to tear. Were you even going to make it back home? Did you even want to make it back home?
Upon reaching the giant tree, you pushed yourself up, managing to rest your back against the trunk, finally getting a good look at the steel trap wrapped around your foot. Meant for animals, it was likely a tool for the poorer vampires who couldn’t afford human slaves and fed on animal blood instead. It was the one law that favored humans: vampires were forbidden to feed on them freely. But nonetheless, it was always the innocent ones who had to pay the price. The night-walkers were given the gift of strength and brutality that they used against the weak, be it you or an animal.
Your chest rose and fell quickly, your breathing growing harsh, and your vision growing blurry. It was the blood loss, and you couldn’t even feel the pain anymore. Either you were getting used to it, or your body had started focusing on the fact that you were dying instead. Whatever was happening, it was not good, and you had no idea how to help yourself.
“You shouldn’t be here. Not at this time.” A voice broke through the darkness, making you jump in surprise, your eyes immediately landing on a man’s silhouette standing just a few steps away from you. Your heart hammered in your chest, and, swallowing thickly, you pressed yourself further against the tree, hoping that would make you disappear.
Was this someone who was going to turn you in? Maybe the cause of your death was going to be execution and not a bear trap?
Your silence only prompted the man to move closer to you and into the moonlight filtering through the trees, your lips parting as you took in his face. He was truly breathtaking, with black hair that fell across his forehead and eyes that seemed to pierce through the night. There was black ink peeking at you from under the collar of his black shirt on his neck, more patterns emerging from under his rolled-up sleeve right up to his knuckles, making you wonder just how much of his body was tainted like this.
“N-neither should you,” you said bravely, though your voice was small and weak.
He chuckled in response, making you purse your lips as you watched him kneel down beside you, your body subconsciously shifting backward even though there was nowhere to go, every single thought in your mind long gone in the presence of this man.
His eyes slowly moved across your body, taking in your tear-stained cheeks, your tattered dress, and your bloody foot, tutting at the condition of your wound.
“This is why you shouldn’t be here, little human,” he said, your eyes widening as you caught a hint of amusement on his face, your blood running cold at the realization. Your breath was caught in your throat, and you were suddenly very aware of the blood you were soaked in, your eyes nervously flitting between him and your poor foot. If you had to die, you didn’t want to do so at the hands of a vampire. In fact, you couldn’t even imagine the pain that was probably about to suffocate you when he ripped your heart right out of your chest.
“Please don’t kill me,” you begged, staring into his eyes with tears in yours, shaking your head when he smirked and leaned in closer to you. Closing your eyes, you let the tears fall freely and turned your face away from him, his breath fanning your neck and making you whimper.
“You must taste exquisite.” He inhaled deeply, your chest heaving as his words made your heart thump harder in your chest. This has to be it. He was going to drain your body right now, and no one was going to find out ever.
Preparing yourself for the attack, you closed your eyes shut and gripped the skirt of your dress, thinking about your family for the last time before your life was taken from you.
“But I’m not going to do that.” Came his voice, your eyes slowly opening as you glanced over at him, noticing the sudden distance he had put between the two of you. A frown etched on your forehead, your tears drying up on your cheeks as you processed his words. He was not going to hurt you?
“I’m too old to lose control over a bit of blood.” He gestured nonchalantly towards your foot, shocking you at how he thought this was just a bit of blood. You were literally going to pass out soon.
“Wh-why are you here?” you stammered, biting your tongue when his expression hardened, his eyes sending daggers your way and letting you know that you shouldn’t have asked him that. Silence engulfed you both, your eyes failing to look away from him. It was almost as if he was holding you prisoner under his gaze, a flash of guilt disappearing from his dark eyes as soon as it came.
“I had to get away before they caught up to me,” he confessed, a cool breeze ruffling his hair as he stood up and stared down at you, his eyes reading the confusion in yours.
“Who-”
“My sins,” he responded before you could even ask, his thick boots crunching the leaves on the gravelly path as he walked in front of your stretched-out leg and sat down on one knee. A flash of lightning struck through the sky at that very second, as if to show that the heavens had heard his confession too. And when the thunder illuminated his face, you could swear you had seen the very face of evil.
“Are you scared of me?” he asked, tilting his head as you swallowed thickly, shaking your head hesitantly. But you knew he didn’t believe you when he let out a small laugh. It sounded bitter to your ears, like he was mocking you for being so weak yet trying to fool him at the same time.
“Well, you should be.” In one quick motion, his hand ripped apart the trap into two pieces, your flesh being freed from the sharp claws that were jammed into it. Dots filled your vision as your lips parted in a silent scream, your chest hurting as if you were having a heart attack, and maybe you were because you felt your body go limp as your eyes rolled back into your head.
Strong arms held you before you could hit the ground, your head suddenly resting against a firm chest as your breath came out all raggedy. You could feel sweat beading on your forehead, your body not having any energy to even let you open your eyes for a second.
“W-why…” you breathed out, your voice a bare whisper in the night. And the next thing you knew, you felt a hand pressing against your lips before a metallic taste filled your mouth. With all the energy left in you, you opened your eyes wide and grabbed the tattooed arm feeding you blood, your attempts at pushing it away failing miserably.
“Sshh, you need this. You need me,” the vampire whispered above you, his chin resting atop your head as he ran his free hand through your hair. Knowing that you couldn’t fight him off, not like this, you gave up and swallowed the disgusting liquid that made your body feel warm all of a sudden. You could hear your heart pumping and your breathing steadying as the blood worked its way into your system, your senses sharpening, and your strength slowly returning.
After what felt like an eternity, he pulled his arm away, and you let out a string of coughs, gasping for air while the awful taste lingered on your tongue. It was truly ironic how the blood of someone dead could heal a living being. How a killer could give life to someone. And you were sure that this man who had saved your life was a killer too. Why else would he talk about his sins catching up to him?
“What did you do that you had to run away?” you asked as soon as you found your voice, your tired eyes glancing up at the man holding you. His eyes flitted between your eyes and your lips, sending shivers down your spine when he brought up his thumb and rubbed away some blood from the corner of your mouth.
“What’s your name?” He avoided your question smoothly, pretending you hadn’t spoken a word to him. Frowning, you thought about it for a moment, wondering whether it was a good idea to tell him who you were. But at the same time, you weren’t a very valuable human. There was really nothing he could want from you that would make him hunt you down.
“Y/N,” you said, averting your gaze to your foot, which was now void of any wounds. Your skin looked completely smooth and untouched except for the dried blood staining it, leaving you staring in awe.
“Well, Y/N,” he started, regaining your attention, “you’re gonna find out tomorrow.”
You frowned at his words, wondering if this implied that he was going to see you tomorrow to tell you what sin he had committed. Too lost in your head to notice that he had stood up, you saw him offer his hand to you. Your fingers hesitantly took hold of his cold ones. With ease, he pulled you up as you slightly lifted your dress and examined your foot, pleased with the fact that there was absolutely no pain anymore.
“This is-” You turned to glance at the man, only to be met with darkness. The vampire was gone, the forest was silent, and you were alone once again.
Want You to Want Me (Mafia!BTS Reaction to you being the rival’s daughter/sister || Members 4/7)
A/N: Hey guys, after years and years of playing hide 'n' seek with you all, I'm back! I know a lot of your are probably mad but here is an apology for you. This is the second half of this reaction that you guys were dying to read. I'm so sorry but ilysm so have fun :D
Warnings: Explicit content, includes a hell lotta sexual tension and intimacy. Proceed at your own risk!
Min Yoongi:
The night air was crisp and chill as you stood before the towering gates of Min Yoongi's mansion, the weight of your desperation heavy in your chest. The guards, recognizing you as the daughter of their boss's rival, regarded you with wary eyes.
"Miss, I'm sorry, but we can't let you in," one of the guards stated firmly, his tone tinged with sympathy.
You felt a surge of panic, knowing each moment delayed put your father at greater risk. "Please," you pleaded, your voice trembling. "My father's been kidnapped. I need to speak to Mr. Min. It's a matter of life and death."
The guards exchanged uncertain glances, unsure how to handle your unexpected request. Finally, one of them reluctantly agreed to seek Yoongi's permission.
Minutes stretched into eternity until the guard returned, his expression guarded as he nodded silently and gestured for you to follow. Heart pounding, you stepped through the imposing doors into the opulent foyer where Yoongi awaited.
As he stood there, a figure of quiet authority, his gaze piercing as he recognized you, Yoongi's mind briefly flashed back to that lavish party months ago. He remembered the swirl of opulence, the clink of glasses, and the murmur of conversation that had momentarily paused as you entered the room.
In that moment, you had stood out to him—not just because you were the daughter of his rival, but because of your undeniable beauty. Your presence had been a breath of fresh air amidst the sea of familiar faces, your innocence and grace drawing his attention like a moth to flame.
He recalled how he had watched you from across the room, captivated by the way you moved with a quiet confidence that belied your youth. Thoughts of you had lingered in his mind long after the party had ended, your image haunting his thoughts in quiet moments and sparking a curiosity that he couldn't quite shake.
Now, as he stood before you once more, Yoongi's gaze held a hint of that remembered fascination, a silent acknowledgment of the unexpected connection fate had woven between the two of you amidst the tangled web of their families' rivalry.
A flicker of something unreadable crossed Yoongi's face before he composed himself, his features softening imperceptibly. "What brings you here, risking so much to seek my help?" he inquired, his voice gentle yet probing.
Summoning your courage, you explained your father's plight, the urgency in your voice betraying your fear and determination. "My father's been taken," you managed, your voice steadying with resolve. "I know you don’t owe us anything, but please, Mr. Min... He's all I have left. I beg you to help him."
Yoongi's gaze held yours, considering your plea with a measured silence. Finally, he spoke, his tone softer than expected. "Call me Yoongi," he said, a small smile playing on his lips. "And tell me, what can you offer in return for my help?"
You hesitated, weighing your options. "Anything," you replied earnestly, your voice barely above a whisper. "I'll do anything you ask."
A thoughtful hum escaped Yoongi as he closed the distance between you, his presence commanding yet strangely comforting. "I'd like to take you out," he confessed quietly, his gaze searching yours for a reaction.
Surprised by the simplicity of his request, you couldn't help but question, "Is that all you want?"
Yoongi's smile widened slightly, a rare expression of amusement. "For now," he replied, his tone teasing yet sincere. "I'm tempted to ask for more, but I wouldn't want to scare you away so soon. Let's start with that."
Relief flooded through you, mingled with a tinge of curiosity and apprehension about what lay ahead. "Okay," you agreed, unable to hide the blush that painted your cheeks and the way your heart fluttered in your chest. "I'll go out with you."
As you made your decision, Yoongi's demeanor shifted quickly. He began issuing swift orders to his attentive guards, his authority in stark contrast to the gentle smile he had shown moments before. Watching him take command with such effortless control, you couldn't help but feel a newfound admiration for the man others painted as a ruthless figure.
Amidst the orchestrated chaos of Yoongi's mansion, you found yourself drawn to him in ways you hadn't expected. The kindness he had shown you now mingled with the formidable presence that commanded respect from everyone around him. You wondered how such complexity could exist in one person—how the world could brand him a monster when all you had witnessed was compassion and strength.
As you followed Yoongi through the bustling corridors, a sense of anticipation and uncertainty settled within you. You knew that stepping into his world meant navigating treacherous waters, but in that moment, you were willing to take the risk. For your father's sake, and perhaps for your own curiosity about the enigmatic man who had agreed to help you.
Jung Hoseok:
Under the dim glow of the city lights, the night had turned dangerous, and you found yourself under attack by an unknown adversary. Fear coiled in your chest until Jung Hoseok, one of the most powerful mafia leaders and your family's long-standing rival, appeared like a guardian angel, effortlessly pulling you from the brink of danger and into the safety of his arms.
As he drove you away from the danger, the tension between you was palpable, thick with unspoken words and the weight of your shared history. You had known Hoseok since childhood, your families locked in a bitter rivalry that had shaped your lives in ways neither of you could escape. Yet, amidst the animosity, there had always been a mutual respect and a silent understanding of each other's strengths and vulnerabilities.
"Why did you risk everything for me?" you finally managed to ask, your voice a fragile thread in the otherwise heavy silence of the car.
Hoseok glanced at you briefly, his expression guarded before softening with a rare vulnerability. His hands tightened slightly on the wheel, betraying the turmoil within him as he struggled to find the right words. "Because I couldn't stand the thought of you being in danger," he admitted finally, his voice laced with raw emotion. "And because... I've realized that I care about you more than I should."
His confession hung in the air, the weight of his words sinking in as you processed the depth of what he was revealing. The realization of his feelings for you, buried beneath years of rivalry and unspoken desires, left you breathless and unsure of how to respond.
"I... I never knew," you confessed softly, your voice tinged with a mix of surprise and a hint of longing.
Hoseok's gaze softened, a faint smile ghosting his lips as he focused on the road ahead. "Our families have kept us apart," he murmured, his tone tinged with regret. "But tonight, when I thought I was gonna lose you…I couldn’t hide this anymore."
The car came to a stop in front of your house, the familiar sight of home contrasting sharply with the strange emotions swirling within you. Hoseok turned to you, his eyes searching yours for any sign of understanding or acceptance.
"This is where I leave you," he said quietly, his voice heavy with resignation.
You met his gaze, emotions roiling within you as you struggled to make sense of them. "No," you blurted out suddenly, the words escaping before you could fully process them.
Hoseok's brows furrowed in surprise, his gaze searching yours for clarity. "What do you mean?"
"I mean..." you began, your voice trembling with uncertainty yet fortified by newfound determination. "I can't let you go. Not like this."
A flicker of hope sparked in Hoseok's eyes, his features softening with a mixture of surprise and relief. "But you know the risks," he cautioned softly, his voice filled with both caution and a burning passion.
You nodded, tears shimmering in your eyes as you reached out to touch his cheek, tracing the line of his jaw with trembling fingers. "I know," you whispered, your voice filled with conviction. "But I can't ignore what I feel either."
Hoseok's breath caught at your touch, his heart racing as he leaned closer, his forehead resting against yours. "Then come with me," he urged, his voice husky with emotion. "Let me keep you safe."
In that vulnerable moment, surrounded by the echoes of your families' bitter feud and the uncertainty of your future, you made a choice— your lips embracing his in a sweet kiss that sealed your fate forever.
Park Jimin:
Jimin leaned heavily against the crumbling wall, his shirt stained crimson where the bullet had grazed his shoulder. He watched you warily as you tore a strip of cloth from your skirt, the tension between you palpable.
"This is your fault," Jimin muttered through gritted teeth, his voice laced with pain and accusation.
Your eyes flashed with indignation as you knelt beside him, your movements brisk and efficient despite your anger. "My fault?" you shot back, your voice sharp and cutting. "If you hadn’t insisted on taking charge—"
"We wouldn’t be in this mess!" Jimin retorted sharply, his dark eyes blazing with frustration.
You scoffed, tying the makeshift bandage around his shoulder with forceful movements. "Don't play the victim, Jimin. You knew the risks."
Jimin winced as you tightened the bandage, his jaw clenched in pain. "And what about you?" he challenged, pushing himself upright with a hiss of discomfort. "Running headfirst into danger like you’re invincible?"
"I was trying to salvage what little peace we have left," you snapped, standing abruptly and tossing the bloodied cloth aside. "Not that you'd understand."
Jimin’s gaze hardened as he pushed off the wall, advancing towards you with purposeful strides. "You're reckless," he accused, stopping just short of invading your personal space.
Your pulse quickened as you met his intense gaze, your defiance wavering slightly under the weight of his presence. "You're one to talk about recklessness," you shot back, your voice lowering with suppressed anger.
"What was that?" Jimin demanded, closing the distance until you could feel the heat of his body against yours.
"I said," you swallowed hard, your voice trembling with a mix of fury and desire, "maybe if you weren't so obsessed with power, we wouldn’t be in this mess."
Jimin’s eyes darkened, a dangerous glint flickering in their depths. He reached out, his hand cupping your jaw with a possessiveness that both infuriated and excited you. "Obsessed with power?" he growled, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "And what are you, then? The innocent victim?"
Your breath caught in your throat as his thumb traced your lower lip, sending shivers down your spine. "Maybe I am," you breathed, defiance and a hint of vulnerability mingling in your voice.
Jimin’s gaze lingered on your lips, his expression unreadable for a fleeting moment before he closed the distance, capturing your mouth in a bruising kiss. His other hand slid around your waist, pulling you against him with a fierce possessiveness that left you breathless.
You responded with equal fervor, your hands gripping his shoulders as you kissed him back hungrily, the anger and longing between you igniting into a fiery inferno. The kiss was a clash of wills and desires, each of you fighting for dominance and control in a dangerous game of seduction and defiance.
Jimin backed you against the wall, his body pressed against yours as he deepened the kiss, his tongue tangling with yours in a desperate dance of need and frustration. Your fingers curled into his hair, pulling him closer as the world around you faded into oblivion, leaving only the raw, unbridled passion that had been simmering between you.
Breaking away for air, Jimin’s forehead rested against yours, his ragged breaths mingling with yours in the close, intimate space. "We shouldn’t," he murmured, his voice thick with desire and conflict.
"Yet here we are," you whispered, your voice husky with need, your fingers tracing the line of his jaw.
Jimin’s grip tightened around you, his gaze dark and intense. "This changes nothing," he warned, his voice a low growl. "We're still enemies."
"Enemies," you echoed, your voice tinged with regret even as you pulled him back into another searing kiss.
Jeon Jungkook:
Jungkook sat at the head of a long, polished table in his penthouse, the dim lighting casting sharp shadows across his face. Around him, a group of hardened arms dealers discussed their latest shipments and prices, but his mind was elsewhere. He absently traced the rim of his glass, his thoughts consumed by the plan he had meticulously set into motion.
The offer he had made to your father was perfect, impossible to refuse. Your family’s business had been faltering under the pressure of law enforcement crackdowns and internal betrayals. Jungkook knew that your father needed his resources and connections to stabilize his empire. So, he proposed a solution: Jungkook would provide the necessary protection and support, but in return, your father had to agree to marry you off to him. The look of defeat in your father's eyes when he agreed had been immensely satisfying. Soon, you would be his, and life would be exactly as he envisioned—powerful, controlled, and complete.
One of the dealers, a burly man with a scar across his cheek, leaned forward, drawing Jungkook’s attention back to the present. "So, what do you say about the price, Mr. Jeon?"
Jungkook forced himself to focus, nodding slightly. "The price is acceptable. Ensure the delivery is on time, and there will be bonuses."
The men around the table nodded, their discussions continuing, but Jungkook's thoughts drifted again. He imagined you living here, in his penthouse, by his side. The idea of having you, controlling you, brought a rare smile to his lips.
He had first seen you months ago at a charity gala, your elegance and fiery spirit catching his eye immediately. Since that night, the thought of making you his has become an obsession. Jungkook knew he had to have you, and he was willing to play the long game to secure you.
Just as he was about to lose himself in his reverie once more, the door to the penthouse burst open. You stormed in, your eyes blazing with fury, completely oblivious to the men seated around the table.
"Jeon Jungkook!" you yelled, your voice echoing through the room. "How dare you! How dare you manipulate my father into this… this marriage!"
The room fell silent, all eyes turning towards you. Jungkook’s expression hardened, a dangerous glint in his eyes as he stood up slowly. The arms dealers exchanged uneasy glances, sensing the brewing storm.
"Y/N," Jungkook said, his voice low and controlled, but with a sharp edge. "You're interrupting a business meeting."
You looked around, finally noticing the other men in the room. Embarrassment flickered across your face, but your anger quickly overpowered it. "I don’t care who’s here! You have no right to dictate my life!"
Jungkook took a step towards you, his presence dominating the room. "Everyone, out," he ordered, not taking his eyes off you.
The dealers hesitated, then quickly gathered their things and exited the penthouse, leaving you and Jungkook alone. The silence that followed was thick with tension.
"You think you can just buy me, control me like one of your deals?" you spat, your voice trembling with rage. "I’m not some commodity, Jungkook!"
He approached you slowly, his gaze intense. "This is more than just a deal, Y/N. It’s about our future. Our families."
"Our future?" you echoed, incredulous. "You think I want a future with you?"
Jungkook's eyes darkened, and he reached out, gripping your wrist firmly but not harshly. "You will see, Y/N. I will make you understand. Your life with me will be better than anything you can imagine."
Jungkook's grip tightened slightly, his proximity overwhelming. "You can’t force me into this," you whispered, the fight in your voice mingling with a hint of desperation.
"I don’t need to force you," he replied, his voice a low growl. "I will make you want this. Want me."
The air between you crackled with tension, the line between anger and attraction blurring. Your pulse quickened, a part of you wanting to believe him despite everything. You took a shaky breath, trying to regain your composure.
"And how exactly do you plan on convincing me?" you snapped, lifting your chin defiantly. "By throwing money at me? By trapping me here?"
Jungkook’s smirk was dark and dangerous. "I have other ways to convince you."
Before you could retort, Jungkook’s hand moved from your wrist to your waist, pulling you against him. His other hand slid into your hair, gripping it tightly as his lips crashed onto yours. The kiss was fierce and demanding, leaving no room for hesitation.
Your initial shock quickly gave way to a whirlwind of emotions—anger, defiance, and a surge of raw desire. You tried to push him away, but his hold on you only tightened, his body pressing against yours with an undeniable dominance.
"Is this your idea of persuasion?" you gasped, breaking the kiss, your breath coming in ragged bursts.
"No," Jungkook growled, his eyes locked onto yours. "This is just the beginning."
He spun you around, pressing your back against the cold, hard surface of the table. His hands roamed your body, exploring every curve with a possessiveness that left you both furious and wanting. Your breaths mingled as he leaned down, his lips trailing hot, hungry kisses along your neck.
"You’re insane," you hissed, your hands clenching the edge of the table.
"Perhaps," he murmured against your skin. "But you’ll see, Y/N. You’ll crave this as much as I do."
His hands slid down to your hips, pulling you closer to the edge of the table, your body responding to his touch despite your resistance. The heat between you was electric, a dangerous dance of power and desire.
As Jungkook’s lips captured yours again, the intensity of the kiss deepened, leaving you dizzy with a mix of rage and longing. His hands gripped your thighs, lifting you onto the table, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist.
"This is madness," you whispered, your voice trembling as he placed a hand beneath you and unzipped your dress.
"Madness you’ll come to love," he promised, his voice a seductive whisper in your ear. "I will make sure of it."
Genre- Arranged Marriage AU (Sort of?), Enemies to Lovers, Soulmate AU
Summary- Jeon Jungkook was known to be a tyrant, destroying anything and everything to get what he wanted. And this time, he wanted you.
A/N- Hi guys, this chapter is not essentially a chapter in the series. It is more like an explanation of the current world order in the series' timeline. Please remember, there is going to be no taglist for this series, so keep your notifications on. Okay bye :-)
The Exodus: Unveiling the Origins and Consequences of the Night-Walker Dominion
By Elara Claxon
July 14th 1324
Three thousand years ago, the world witnessed a cataclysmic event known as The Exodus. It was a day when Hell, overwhelmed by an unprecedented number of sinners, could no longer contain them. In an act of desperation, the Devil unleashed these tormented souls upon the Earth, transforming them into vampires. They emerged from their graves, giving birth to an era of terror and bloodshed. These night-walkers, driven by an insatiable thirst for blood, wreaked havoc across the world, decimating entire populations and forcing humanity into hiding.
For years, humans struggled to survive, constantly on the run, seeking refuge from their relentless pursuers. In the midst of this chaos, they began to uncover the weaknesses of these creatures and devise means to counter their strength. It was during this dark period that two self-chosen leaders emerged—Theron for the humans and Aristarchus for the vampires. These leaders, whose names have since become legendary, met in secret to negotiate a fragile peace.
At the time, the world was divided into thirteen nations. Theron and Aristarchus brokered an agreement to partition these nations based on mutual understanding, creating a semblance of order amid the chaos. For a while, this uneasy truce held, allowing both humans and night-walkers to coexist in their respective territories.
However, not all vampires were content with the division. A faction of them, hungry for absolute power, revolted against the established order. They waged a brutal campaign, overthrowing the human-controlled kingdoms one by one until only a single human nation remained. Today, the world is divided into twelve vampire kingdoms and one human kingdom, a stark testament to the aftermath of the great night-walker revolt.
To govern their expanding dominion, the monsters established a ruling council known as the Domini, composed of the seven oldest and most powerful night-walkers. These ancient beings, with centuries of wisdom and strength, assumed control over the night-walker kingdoms. They decreed that one vampire would be chosen as Emperor, tasked with overseeing all thirteen kingdoms. Despite this, the human kingdom remained autonomous, refusing to acknowledge the night-walker emperor’s rule.
The Domini also codified a set of laws and principles in a tome called "The New Order." This book became the cornerstone of vampire governance, outlining the rights and responsibilities of both the Primas and the Foundlings. Primas, the pure-bred who were awakened from the grave by Hell or some miracle, held a revered status. Foundlings, created from turned humans, were often treated as outcasts within their own society.
In recent times, tensions have reached a boiling point. The humans, determined to reclaim their lost territories and sovereignty, have incited revolts across the vampiric kingdoms. These uprisings have led to widespread destruction and loss of life on both sides. Cities lie in ruins, and the streets run red with the blood of humans and night-walkers alike.
The world now stands on the brink of another great upheaval. The delicate balance maintained by The New Order is crumbling under the weight of renewed conflict. As humans fight to regain their power and night-walkers struggle to maintain their dominance, the future of this fractured world hangs in the balance. The Domini, once thought to be the unassailable rulers of the night-walker kingdoms, find their authority challenged at every turn. The ancient treaties and laws that once held the world together are now mere relics of a forgotten era.
In this tumultuous landscape, the fate of humanity and night-walker-kind alike is uncertain. The echoes of The Exodus still reverberate through the ages, a grim reminder of the chaos that can ensue when the balance of power is disrupted. As both sides prepare for the battles to come, one thing is clear: the world as it once was will never be the same again.
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The Eyewitness Post | Keeping the Light of Truth Alive in the Darkest Times
Genre- Arranged Marriage AU (Sort of?), Enemies to Lovers, Soulmate AU
Summary- Jeon Jungkook was known to be a tyrant, destroying anything and everything to get what he wanted. And this time, he wanted you.
Warnings- Mentions of blood, gore and murder scenes, eventual smut, JK is definitely a hard dom and mad possessive, vampire bites and blood sucking.
A/N- There will be no taglist for this series, it's a big struggle to keep all those usernames up to date so you might wanna turn on the notifs :)
"You smell so sweet," he purred, burying his nose in the crook of your neck as you attempted to push him away, tears falling down your cheeks at your failing efforts.
"You can run all you want, but at the end of the day," he grazed his fangs against your skin, enjoying the way you trembled against him, "I'll have you all to myself."
Genre: Arranged Marriage AU, Mutual Pining, Angst, Fluff, Smut
Rated: M
Summary: Kim Taehyung had made it very clear from the beginning of your marriage that he didn't want anything to do with you. But all that changes when your ex and Taehyung's rival, Jeon Jungkook, comes back into your life with undead feelings and sincere apologies, leaving you with just one question: Is your loveless marriage really worth it?
Want You to Want Me (Mafia!BTS Reaction to you being the rival's daughter/sister || Members 3/7)
A/N: Hey guys, I've split up the members in two groups since I got carried away with a couple of the reactions, obviously making them a little too long. I'll post the rest in a short while. Meanwhile, I hope you guys like this. It may also be trashy because I absolutely rushed tf outta this. Sorry :D
Warnings: Explicit content, includes a hell lotta sexual tension and intimacy. Proceed at your own risk!
Kim Seokjin:
Spinning his signature pen effortlessly between his fingers, Jin glared at the city skyline ahead, the huge glass windows of his office showing him his angry expression. A frown marred his forehead, his eyes drowning in annoyance and irritation at another late-night meeting which could have been over by now, had his rival gang’s boss, Song Mujin, decided to come on time. But of course, it was Jin’s destiny to be dealing with a bunch of lousy beer-bellied old men for the rest of his life.
Or so he thought.
“Sir, someone’s here,” informed one of Jin’s bodyguards, making the mafia lord raise his hand as a gesture of acknowledgment after releasing a relieved sigh from his lips. If the meeting went well and Mujin decided to back off without a fight, then Jin would be able to go home soon, and honestly, going to bed was the only thing even minutely exciting in his life at the moment.
Sometimes, he did feel lonely laying on the cold sheets and coming home to an empty space but that's just how his life had been for a while. If it got too much, he hooked up with random women to fill the void in his heart, pretending that things weren't just going to end in one night. But who was he kidding?
Shaking his head, Jin heard the door of his cabin open, light footsteps padding in and making him clench his jaw, holding himself back from blowing Song Mujin's head off.
“Time is precious in our line of work, Song. I thought you-” Jin began, spinning his plush chair around only to halt abruptly, his eyes narrowing down on the attractive female that stood on the other side of his table, clearly expecting an old man who brought along with him the stench of cigarettes and alcohol. But no, you were far too different from the man he had seen before and that was enough for Jin’s lips to part in curiosity.
You smelled of all things sweet and enchanting, a graceful smile tainting your red lips as if you knew exactly what you were doing to him, his throat running dry at the very sight of your body which was outlined perfectly in a dress that was certainly ideal for him to be ripping off of you.
With all these thoughts running in his head, Jin refused to believe that you were here to meet him. Because a beauty like you didn’t belong in work as dirty as his.
“I apologize, Mr. Kim. I wasn’t informed about this meeting until I was out attending a party.” You explained, taking a seat opposite him as Jin was pulled out from his trail of thoughts by your mellow voice, your nails tapping against the table in anticipation of his response.
Party. That explains the dress.
“And who are you?” Jin asked, willing himself to sound authoritative and angry, just like the image he held in the public eye. Glancing around the room to take a look at the number of guards surrounding you, you shifted in your seat before focusing your attention back on the big bad boss.
“My father couldn’t be here due to an emergency. I hope that answers your question,” You stated, your eyes sparkling with an intensity that screamed danger and poise as if challenging Jin to counter you for not being who he was expecting you to be. And challenge you did, watching the color drain from his face even if it was just for a fraction of a second, making way for a smirk to grace your lips.
As soon as the words left your mouth, Jin just couldn't bring himself to accept them. He couldn't accept the fact that you were that lousy bastard's daughter. Now, he couldn't be nice to you. You were the rival's daughter after all. So pushing away the warmth he had embraced upon seeing your pretty face and your pretty smile, Jin morphed it all into bitterness, watching you frown at the sudden change in his demeanor.
“So daddy’s little girl is here to do what? Beg for his life?” Jin mocked, making all the guards laugh at the joke their boss had cracked. Insulted and angry, the smirk was wiped from your face as soon as it had appeared, a frown pulling at your eyebrows as your fingers pulled out the knife from the belt tightened around your thigh underneath your dress.
“The name’s Y/N, and you’re right, beg someone will. But it won’t be me,”
Within a blink, you were across the table, pressing the knife against Kim Seokjin’s throat with your other hand holding onto the back of his leather chair, your eyes burning with rage at his insult, his stupidly handsome face somehow making you feel hot all over due to the proximity.
“Out!” Jin barked, his eyes flitting between yours and your lips, feeling your breath fan over his face as your chest heaved. He was mad, beyond mad that you dared to attack him in his own office. But at the same time, the fire in your eyes was immensely hot, his heart wanting to burn in it altogether.
“We’ll see about that, sweetheart,” watching confusion wash over you, Jin took this chance to grab your wrist and twist it around behind your back, his hand holding the back of your neck and pushing your cheek to lay flat against the cool surface of the table. Refusing to give up, you prepared to kick him in his balls but he was quicker, pushing his thigh between your legs before you could even bring yourself to react. You gasped at the position you both had ended up in, your dress riding up your thighs and making your cheeks flush as you closed your eyes in shame.
Jin leaned down until his chin grazed the skin of your back, goosebumps rising on your skin as he let go of your neck and pushed your hair to one side. His eyes had grown darker upon seeing you beneath him, bent over his table with your thighs desperately trying to clench shut together. He was enjoying this, enjoying the power he held over you. Only if he could do all the things he was currently thinking about.
“You were saying something, weren’t you, Y/N?” He whispered in your ear, making you shiver in response as his free hand ran across your exposed thighs until it reached the thigh garter that had held your knife. Feeling the burn right after the garter was ripped away from your skin, you inhaled sharply, hearing the leather being tossed to the floor.
“You see, sweetheart, you can’t do that again. Because if you do,” Jin continued to stroke your thigh, pushing your dress further up and making you whimper in response, “I’ll make sure you’re really begging.”
Leaving you flustered, Jin let go of you, stepping back as he realized just how far he’d end up taking things if you didn’t leave right now. Sure, there was no harm in taking you right here on his table, but with a girl like you, he wanted to take his time. He wanted you to come to him, needing him, wanting him.
He wanted you to want him. And he was going to make sure that you gave him what he wanted.
Feeling the cold air hit your back, you stood up straight immediately, turning around to face the man who you were sure was the devil himself. Clenching your jaw, you stomped away from him and towards the double doors, your fingers wrapping around the handle as you wondered if you were mad that he had stopped or that he had insulted you. A part of you screamed that it was the former but there was no way you were going to accept that. How could you want a man who was a threat to your father?
Shaking your head, you opened the door, looking over your shoulder when you heard Jin call you right as you stepped out.
“Next time that I see you, my love, let's finish what we started."
Kim Namjoon:
“Let go of me, you entitled bastard!” You screamed, banging your fists against Namjoon’s back, watching his feet appear and disappear from your sight as he stepped out of the elevator and into his penthouse with you thrown over his shoulder, your neck craning up as you struggled to take in the sight of his home that was soon going to be yours. It was grand, looking over the city with a huge balcony, the black interiors all up to your taste.
Well, at least you’ll have a gorgeous house.
Huffing in frustration, you clenched your jaw, recalling the fact that this man who had the audacity to drag you out of that club when you were so close to getting dicked down was soon going to be your husband, the thought of marrying your father’s biggest rival not sitting well with you. You didn’t even understand why he said yes to marrying you, seeing as Kim Namjoon had absolutely no reason to strengthen his front. Because he was the only man in the entire country who was capable of single-handedly destroying the lives of as many as he wished.
And yet you went around trying to piss him off.
Preparing your fist to land another blow to his back, you felt a hand slap your ass, a squeak leaving your mouth as your lips parted in surprise, your cheeks burning in shame, and your heart rate spiking up at the sudden intrusive action.
“I am entitled to doing whatever I wish to do with you. Now, shut the fuck up before you make things worse for yourself, baby.”
His velvety voice and the endearment had you pressing your thighs together, his threatening and angry tone getting you excited even though your conscience refused to accept the fact that you had purposely ticked Namjoon off by making out with a stranger at a random club. Because you wanted this. Because you wanted to know he wanted you just like you wanted him and that your marriage was not going to be tasteless and boring with him ignoring you for his work.
“Oh? What did you wish to do to me that was so important?” You challenged, watching his living room fall below you as he ascended the steps to what you assumed was the floor where his room was situated, ”What was so important that you had to cock-block me?”
Your words seemed to have had the opposite effect, Namjoon’s laughter echoing through the silence of his home and making you wonder if you had said the right thing. His body shook under you as his laugh turned bitter and harsh, your eyes widening at the feel of his fingers digging into your thighs as he dragged them up until your dress moved up and above your hip to reveal your red lacy underwear.
“Cock-block? Did I hear you right, baby?” He taunted, taking a handful of your ass and squeezing it harshly while you struggled to keep yourself from moaning, resorting to biting the back of your hand instead. Before you could compose yourself and send another snarky remark, you were thrown onto a soft surface, your body bouncing on Namjoon’s bed as you took in the black silk bed sheets that you now lay upon.
“You’re such a handful, Y/N, running off to get fucked by some incompetent excuse of a man and then having the audacity to run that filthy mouth of yours.” He said calmly, taking off his blazer to reveal a black shirt that adorned his toned body perfectly. The sight of his biceps flexing as he rolled his sleeves up made your mouth water, his expensive watch glinting at you along with the couple rings that hugged his fingers. None of this was helping the ache that settled between your legs, your throat running dry as Namjoon’s eyes raked over your body with an icy glare.
"Now what should I do with you?" He tsked, tilting his head and placing his hands on his hips, the silver chain he always wore glinting in the dimness of the room. You reminded yourself to breathe, wanting nothing more than to just spread your legs and beg him to do whatever he pleased. But you couldn't do that. Not when you had an image to maintain.
The image of a rich mafia's spoilt daughter.
Inhaling deeply, you locked your eyes with his, getting off of his bed and walking towards him with sway in your hips, the sound of your heels hitting the floor resounding through the heavy silence. Stopping before him, you let your palms rest against his shoulders, slowly dragging them across his defined chest and feeling the tough muscles underneath your fingertips. Smiling innocently, you leaned forward and kissed his jaw, the scent of his cologne intoxicating you and making your knees shiver in weakness but you carried on. Littering slow kisses across his jaw, you reached his ear, biting on his earlobe softly before whispering sensually.
"Fuck. Off."
With that, you shoved him away, watching in amusement as his eyes narrowed with rage. Turning on your heel, you briskly walked to leave his room, hearing his heavy footsteps right behind you before his hand wrapped around your wrist and he slammed you against the nearest wall so that your back was pressed against his front.
"Namjoon-"
"You think you're so fucking smart, baby." He hissed in your ear, holding your hips harshly and pushing your ass against his hard-on, which only told you how big he was. You couldn't help but mewl at the contact, biting your bottom lip harshly so as to not give him the satisfaction of watching you beg for him. With your hair being pushed to one side, you felt a cool metal dragging against your skin, your pussy only aching more at the realization that it was a small knife. Even though you should have been scared, you weren't, having been a prisoner of danger your entire life.
"What are you doing?" You whispered, feeling his hot breath against the bare skin of your shoulder, contrasting with the cold knife and making you shiver.
"Taming a brat," with that, you felt the thin strap of your halter neck fall apart, the front of your dress loosening and threatening to expose all of you before you clutched it in your hand. Suddenly, he moved away from you, the heat of his body no more embracing you and leaving you to stand there against the wall, motionless and with your hand tightly holding onto the front of your dress.
"Turn around," Came his voice, your feet having a mind of their own as you slowly turned around with your back now pressing against the wall. You couldn't even bring yourself to look at him, your eyes trained onto the floor till he moved closer to you and placed his fingers below your chin, pushing it up to have you lock eyes with him.
The very sight of you standing before him was enough to make Namjoon breathless, his cock twitching in the confines of his pants as he devoured you with hungry eyes. Right from that stupid meeting, he had noticed you. He had noticed every inch of you and had wanted nothing more to make you belong to him. You were the definition of a goddess, so pretty and so feisty, knowing exactly what you deserve because why else would you, so desperately, want him?
He knew all your little games, knew exactly why you went to the club. Maybe it was his fault for not giving you any attention even after you were set to marry him but he couldn't let you know how weak you made him feel. In a true sense, he felt so vulnerable around you, wanting to worship you day and night, for as long as you needed him.
"Let go." He demanded, leaning closer and closer till his lips brushed against yours, his eyes now hooded with lust and need, just like yours. Letting his hand wrap around your neck, he squeezed lightly, watching your glossy lips part in surprise and dying to taste them.
"I said, let go, baby." He repeated rather harshly, watching your dress fall to the floor as you finally let go of the material like he had asked you to. Taking in the sight of your body, Namjoon couldn't help but let out a low growl, a whimper leaving your lips in response as you felt yourself grow wetter and wetter with every passing second.
"You asked me what was so important, didn't you?" Namjoon questioned, breathlessly watching the way you attempted to push your body against his, his free hand caressing your curves and moving down until it reached the waistband of your panties.
"What's important is that," pushing his hand under the flimsy material, he cupped your heat, cursing upon feeling how wet you were, "this belongs to me."
You let out a cry, his fingers dipping into your folds to graze at your clit, your legs parting on their own to give your man what he owned. Maneuvering your lips onto his, Namjoon drank in all your moans, your hands gripping his collar tightly as you struggled to stand with his tongue licking into every corner of your mouth. Parting himself from you briefly, he watched your blown-out expression as he slipped a finger in you, his chest swelling with pride upon seeing you writhe against him.
"Just me."
Kim Taehyung:
With a subtle ache in your heart, you tore your gaze away from him, fear settling deep in you on what would happen if anyone saw you looking at him like he had put the stars up in the sky, your fingers tightening around the flute glass as you sipped at the expensive champagne being served around like it was no big deal. The lights shining down upon you from the huge chandeliers were quite the opposite of how you felt on the inside, the only calmness in your storm being offered by the fact that it was his, Kim Taehyung’s birthday today, and he seemed to be happy about it.
Without you.
Swallowing thickly, you let your eyes wander off to the other side of the ballroom once again, your heart sinking in your chest as you saw him kissing the back of a woman’s hand, his eyes glimmering with nothing but content while you sat here suffocating in your own skin. Every passing second was growing unbearable and all you wanted to do was leave. But you couldn’t because you were here for your father who wanted you to find out how much money Taehyung was paying for the deal with a prominent smuggler who was making noise in the community. And as much as you hated the fact that your father was Taehyung’s biggest rival, you couldn’t do anything but settle for the secret meetings you had with your lover whenever you could, tangling your soul with his until you had to be back to assist your father in his violent crimes.
Turns out your gaze wasn’t as secretive as you had thought, Taehyung’s eyes meeting your own shortly after you had begun to wallow in self-pity upon seeing his interaction with all the women who were visibly drooling over him while all you did was sit there and watch. His gaze was unwavering, a frown settling on his forehead as he caught sight of your teary eyes, all his attention driving away from his guests and focusing on you. It made you feel even worse, a tear slipping down your cheek before you quickly wiped it away and swallowed the rest of your champagne in one go, your feet hurrying to pull you out of the room and away from his worried gaze that did nothing but make you feel more helpless than you already were.
Exiting the party, you found yourself walking down a long corridor aimlessly, looking for a place where you could just sit and breathe before catching sight of a small balcony that looked down upon a rather pretty little garden, your hand unlocking the huge glass doors and stepping out into the cold night. Goosebumps littered your skin as you rubbed your arms in an effort to generate heat, your lips letting out a relieved sigh as you rested your palms against the stone railing surrounding you.
The moon was in its full glory tonight, making you feel slightly more calm and composed enough to deal with the inner turmoil that had been eating away at your rationality. It wasn’t just a simple conflict that you had housed, it was the most difficult one you had ever come across and coming up with a solution for it was going to be just as difficult. Because, how were you supposed to choose between a man you loved and your own father?
According to your conscience, the answer was simple. Your father did not love you, not for a second. In fact, he thought you were a disgrace, hoping he was given a son instead. For the entirety of your life, you had worked only to please him. You had done everything you disliked, from going to exchange drugs at a dingy little bar to killing someone, you had done all of it. It made you feel like a monster, snipping away at the happiness of other people just so you could hear your father praise you, something that was impossible.
On the other hand, Taehyung loved you for you. Ever since he had saved you from the hands of some man who had decided killing you was enough to make your father hurt, Taehyung had seen the real you. He had seen the shaking hands as you pulled a gun at the crazed man, had seen the conflict in your eyes and the sheer unwillingness to kill somebody. And above all, he had seen the girl who was tired of fighting and just wanted to hide in the arms of someone who was willing to fight for her. All his love and affection wasn’t forced, it simply came to him without you having to become someone you weren’t.
Suddenly, you felt two large hands wrap around your frame, a gasp leaving your mouth before you took notice of the numerous fancy rings adorning the said hands’ fingers. A gush of warmth washed over you, your heart skipping a beat at the realization that you now stood in your lover’s arms, his lips pressing a gentle kiss to the side of your head as you closed your eyes and let yourself melt into him.
"Someone could see us," you pointed out softly, your voice a whisper against the silence of the night. There was fear at the back of your head, what would happen if someone saw the two of you like this? Word traveled fast in your world, your own father had informants everywhere and you were aware of that. Putting Taehyung's life in danger was the last thing you wanted to do, clearly underestimating just how powerful he was.
“You’re sad,” Taehyung stated, catching you off guard and dodging your words. This was an unwarranted response to your question, your chest aching upon knowing that your lover did not care about anything else if you were sad. He prioritized you always. And you knew he would also continue to do so for as long as the two of you were together.
"It's nothing," you replied vaguely, hoping that he would let it go but who were you kidding? This was your Taehyung, who had proved to you time and again that he would burn this entire world down if something was hurting you. He didn't care. He just didn't. In fact, if he could, he would also get rid of your shitty excuse of a father, the only thing stopping him being his own respect towards you. But you knew that the second you told him to do it, he would without any hesitation.
So maybe you should tell him.
Frowning at the voice of your conscience, you didn't notice Taehyung turning you around to face him, your dull eyes locking onto his own worried ones. You hated that he had to think about you even when it was his birthday, all because you and your stupid feelings just couldn't be at peace. It made you feel greedy and selfish at how you always wanted more when it came to him, especially when you should consider your current situation a blessing given your circumstances. He was here before you, alive and breathing. And that should be enough.
"I saw you crying," he confessed, placing his hands on your cheeks, "if it made you cry then it's everything."
Feeling your chest tighten, your lips began to quiver, your eyes finding it too embarrassing to keep looking at him when you were about to burst out crying. So, your arms found their way around his waist, your head falling against his chest as you closed your eyes and felt his arms wrap around you like a shield.
Taehyung frowned at your actions, sadness filling every part of him as he rested his chin on top of your head, his arms holding you tighter when he heard your soft sniffles, your attempt at hiding your tears failing inevitably. There was a subtle pain in his chest, making him wonder how it was possible for a man like him to feel so passionately for someone who was the complete opposite of him. With you, Taehyung’s heart ached, telling him that he was a warm shell of a human even if it was just for you. With you, Taehyung’s hands hesitated before pulling the trigger on someone he didn’t even know. With you, Taehyung’s mind, body, and soul kept him awake at night, reminding him that now he had someone to lose sleep over.
In all honesty, before you, Taehyung didn’t even think he was missing something. He simply went on with his life, ignoring any and every emotion that he felt because he just didn’t know how to deal with it. Accepting life as it is was the only thing he thought he could do. But when he met you, everything hit him all at once. All at once, he realized he was lonely and he needed someone to love. And he needed someone to love him for the monster he was.
“I want to be with you,” came your voice, warming Taehyung’s heart as you lifted your head up and rested your chin against his chest, your teary eyes reflecting the brightest of the stars, making your lover think he just fell in love all over again.
“You are with me, baby,” Taehyung replied, brushing your hair away from your face and leaning down to rest his forehead against yours. Drowning in affection, you found yourself feeling breathless, your arms snaking around Taehyung’s neck, feeling the velvet of his suit against your skin. Standing on your tip-toes, you slowly pressed your lips against his, your eyes closing upon feeling his fingers entangled in your hair.
Suddenly, everything felt perfect, only the sound of the soft breeze dancing around the two of you with your mind letting go of all the worries you had even if it was just for a moment. You felt happy in your safe place, feeling like you belonged because you really did. There was nowhere else you’d rather be, smiling into the kiss when Taehyung pulled you flush against him, feeling the need to become one with you.
And you were going to make sure that happened.
Pulling away, you opened your eyes to glance at his, shivers running down your spine at the desperation swimming in Taehyung’s eyes. His hands ran down your sides, his head burying itself in the crook of your neck while his lips littered your skin with kisses. You gasped softly, feeling him bite down on your skin, definitely trying to stop himself from marking you but he couldn’t. He wanted the world to know how much he loved you. And most importantly, he wanted your father to know that Kim Taehyung wanted his daughter. And you wanted him too.
“I’m gonna take you home with me. Wanna spend tonight with you,” Taehyung murmured against your skin, pushing you against the railing and making you tilt your head only to leave open-mouthed kisses against the newfound skin. Moaning softly, you pulled at his soft strands, your whole body hot under his touch and just begging to be devoured by him.
“Taehyung-”
“Just tonight, Y/N,” he cut you off, his eyes now pleading with you to let him spend his birthday with the woman he was so in love with.
Caressing his cheek, you smiled your warmest smile, making Taehyung frown at the way your eyes seemed relieved like you had nothing else to worry about anymore.
Like you had made up your mind about something.
Before Taehyung could question you, the words had fallen from your lips, rendering Taehyung speechless beyond comprehension.
“Not just tonight, Tae. I’ve decided to not go back to him.”
Pulling further away to get a better look at your expression, Taehyung concluded that you were most definitely not joking, his heart fluttering at the fact that he could call you his without giving a damn about anyone else in the world.
“Are you sur-”
“I love you so much that it hurts me to hide it all the time,” You stated, a sad frown taking over your features as you took Taehyung’s hands in yours, placing his palm against your cheek and gazing at him with the most loving eyes he had ever seen.
“I’ll be with you for as long as you’ll be with me.”
hi! I just noticed your chapters do not have a keep reading cut and I thought of suggesting it due to the nature of the content that's a bit dark and all. it also gives mystery to the fic . without the cut the whole chapter's out there and you kinda see all the spoilers if you're not ready to read yet. also if the fic is too long it gets cluttered on the dash without the keep reading break. just a suggestion pls dont get offended
hshsiuhvjsfcjl Thank you so much for the suggestion, love. But I can assure you, it was only my latest chapter that did not have the keep reading cut. I kept procrastinating until I forgot to add it. Sorry if it was an inconvenience for you!
Summary: A damsel in distress and a lonely mafia leader. Different but not too different. The two worlds collide on a rainy night when Kim Namjoon, a renowned Mafia leader is called for an emergency and Y/N Y/L/N is on the run from her abusive father. Feelings stir and he rescues her. But one of them is a liar. And the other's life is on the line. It's only a matter of time until all secrets are out in the open.
Will love be born? Or will death conquer?
ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ғᴏᴜʀᴛᴇᴇɴ: ғᴏᴏʟ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ
Evil.
Pure evil.
No matter how much she thought about it, Hana couldn’t come up with any other word that would define what she was doing right now. Sitting in the darkness of the van, she sat before your unconscious figure, trying to give a name to the whirlwind of emotions brewing in her, holding herself back from simply blowing your head off. Every glance she threw your way was filled with hatred and jealousy, the reason behind it being as obvious as the existence of the sun. And with every passing minute, with every urge she dodged, she feared that she was turning into the very monster she ran away from years ago.
Hana sniffled, wiping her nose with the back of the hand that held her gun while staring outside at the cliff she knew all too well, recalling how the scene before her looked exactly like what she had seen with Namjoon on that one unfortunate night, all those years ago.
It was the night when he had first told her that he was going to follow in after his father’s footsteps. She still remembered how her heart broke, how all the trust and faith she had in her best friend had disappeared without hesitation. In all the time she had known him, joining his father in doing something so gruesome was the last thing Namjoon would do. Or so she thought. She had hoped that he loved her just enough to leave all of it behind and spend forever with her. Hoped that he would give up this life that would do nothing but tear them apart. Because even in her wildest dreams, Hana couldn’t imagine loving a murderer. And that’s exactly what Namjoon had become.
Pulling her phone out of the pocket of her coat, she dialed Namjoon’s number with teary eyes, the rage in her heart begging to be unleashed. Pressing it to her ear, she counted the number of rings before hearing a click, indicating that he had picked up the call.
“Who’s this?!” He barked, annoyance evident in his voice upon being interrupted in his search operation by an unknown caller. But Hana wasn’t about to blame him, she wasn’t even using her actual phone. Correction, she rather couldn’t. Because the last thing she wanted was to watch him choose someone over her, once again.
“Why her, Joon?” Hana whimpered, losing her mind piece by piece as she struggled to keep her sanity in check.
“Why her?”
The silence that followed after her question was deafening, to say the least, the only other sound being that of Hana’s soft cries. She had heard him gasp upon hearing her voice, clearly surprised that she had called him after daring to kidnap his precious little lover.
“Hana, where are-?”
“No!” She replied sharply, her sadness morphing into anger at the realization that all he cared about was where she was, just so he could get to you and save you. But not tonight. Hana had plans for you and she was gonna make sure she executed them.
“Not tonight, Namjoon. Because I am going to make sure you never see her again,” she glanced at you with gritted teeth, “gonna hurt you just as bad as you hurt me.”
“Hana! Are you even listening to yourself? This isn’t you! Just tell me where you are,” he begged, making Hana smile at the irony.
'This isn’t you.'
Wasn’t she?
“That’s what I thought about you but you proved me wrong. And so, it’s only fitting that I do the same to you,” she mocked, a smile on her lips that was almost the perfect definition of insanity being wiped off just as it appeared at the sight of you starting to squirm and frown, sirens ringing in her head to cut the call now.
“However, I’m gonna give you one last chance to fix this.” Hana said, using the barrel of her gun to brush your hair away from your face, “Meet me at the place where you last met me as you. Just my Joonie and not Kim Namjoon.”
Pointing the gun right at your forehead, Hana closed one eye, placing her finger on the trigger before giving her long-gone-best friend the ultimatum.
“If you remember, great! But if you don’t, then it’s all over for your girlfriend here.”
Namjoon stayed frozen, his phone simply slipping away from between his fingers and falling to the ground with a sound that didn’t quite reach his ears. Ever since he saw the van leave, he had stayed right there with the rest of the members. It was a little too difficult for him to get a grip on the situation and Hana’s phone call only made things worse. Never had he ever imagined that his Hana, a girl he had known all his life, would do something like this. Moreover, never had he ever imagined that he’d be the reason behind the pain Hana was ready to inflict on you.
“Namjoon!” Feeling a tight grip on his shoulder, the man in question forced himself back to reality and away from his overbearing thoughts, his eyes holding no emotion when they met Yoongi’s.
“What was Hana talking about? Where do we have to go?” Yoongi questioned, eyebrows pulled into a frown and sweat beading on his forehead upon seeing his friend so out of it. He could tell that Namjoon was in no state to even begin to register his words but he, himself, was feeling helpless. The things that happened between Namjoon and Hana were unknown to them all, being only between the leader and his now ill-wisher. Even if Yoongi wanted to take charge, he couldn’t and that drove him to feel much more panicked than he already was.
“I couldn’t track her, the signal kept jumping. She knows what she’s doing,” Taehyung stated worriedly, earning frustrated glances from everyone as he went back to trying again on his laptop in the back of the car. It was almost unbelievable that Hana was so cautious, even to Jungkook who had known her as a girl who didn’t like risks. Because this kind of cautiousness wasn’t something normal people took to in their daily lives. Contrary to the torture theory, Hana was most definitely a part of something bigger in her time away. There was no other explanation as to why she met that cop and there was no explanation as to why she had become this vengeful all of a sudden.
“You know, you can’t just stay mum when Y/N needs you!” Rex pointed accusingly, looking a little bit more worried than Namjoon himself, as Jungkook noticed. The newbie’s bloodshot eyes were corroborating his suspicion which Jungkook simply blamed on him being new to all of this. With time, Rex would soon come to understand that this was what they did every single day, deal with nothing but betrayals and tough decisions, exactly what Hana had thrown their way.
Glaring at Rex, Jin gestured for him to shut up, not feeling disappointed in the least as the youngest lashed out. Sighing shakily, he moved to kneel beside Namjoon whose limbs had given up on him, glancing around them at the chaos that was slowly coming to an end as the sound of a siren indicated the arrival of a fire brigade along with a few ambulances.
“You’re the only one she has, Joon.”
And it seems that was enough for Namjoon to look up at his friend, several emotions filling his eyes as he heard what Jin said. In a blink of an eye, his mind began flooding with all the moments he shared with you, also recalling how it felt to fall a little more in love with you every passing second of every passing day.
He remembered dancing with you when you had figured out just how stressed he was, feeling grateful for how much it mattered to you that he stays happy. He remembered kissing you, his heart thrumming at how alive he had felt that night. He remembered the smile you gave him before entering the maze, him being your comfort place being the last thing your eyes told him. And for all you were worth, he was willing to do anything to save you.
Even if it meant forgetting what Hana meant to him once upon a time.
A smile played at Namjoon’s lips, not the good kind at all. Suddenly, the leader’s aura had changed, the man you had never had a chance to see making an appearance. Low laughter sounded through the air as everyone watched Namjoon stand up, his eyes darkening with malice.
“I know exactly where she is,” Namjoon announced, walking towards his car whilst ignoring everyone’s confused glances. He sat in the driver’s seat, gesturing for everyone to get into action before looking at the seat beside him. The phone he had gifted you sat there inside the white box, his jaw clenching as he longed to get to you before Hana even laid a finger on you.
“She wants to play? I’ll fucking play.”
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“Please, please let me go. I don’t wanna do this, dad,” you begged, your back pressed against the basement wall of your childhood home as your father loomed over you with a damp cloth in his hand. The dim lights on the ceiling made him look more like a monster and less like the man you had known all your life.
“Come on, Y/N. Don’t you wanna help me earn money? Don’t you wanna be rich and live in luxury?” He questioned, tilting his head as if to wait for your response. And just as you began to shake your head furiously, his eyes turned cold, staring at you like you were a stranger who didn’t matter to him. Didn’t matter at all.
“I wasn’t giving you a choice, sweetheart,” he knelt before you, running his fingers through your hair, “when girls like you grow up, this is how they earn money. By selling their bodies.”
Hearing your father say those words made you grimace in disgust, your tears showing your disapproval towards who he had become. Only if your mother was still alive.
All of a sudden, you felt your hair being tugged at harshly, your head being forced to face the ceiling. You screamed, gripping your father’s hand and digging your nails into his skin with all your strength. He hissed in response, cursing under his breath before looking into your eyes and placing the chloroform-doused cloth over your mouth. And as you closed your eyes, you realized your father was long gone. You had no one to fend for you anymore.
Just you.
Only you.
You shot your eyes open immediately, not wanting to be a part of that awful memory that had managed to resurface in your mind. With a heaving chest, you blinked a few times in an attempt to adjust to the darkness around you, a strong smell of gasoline taking over your senses along with the leftover panic from your dream. Shivers ran down your spine as you realized that your hands had been tied together, the discovery only adding to your stress.
“Wha-” you cried, pulling at the thick rope which further dug into your skin. Your eyes caught sight of a pair of boots before you, your cries fading into silence as you slowly looked up at who sat before you. And as the moonlight filtered in through the windows of whatever vehicle you seemed to be in, you saw her staring right at you with an amused expression.
Hana.
The sight of her face was enough to help you remember everything that had happened before you blacked out, the lingering smell of chloroform giving rise to a strong feeling of nausea along with flashes of the maze.
Mirrors.
Red lights.
Namjoon.
“From the look on your face, I can tell you know me,” you heard her say, your eyes taking her in as if you had never seen her before. But of course, you had. The night you had seen her for the first time had been an unfortunate one and you had deemed it unforgettable, her face etching itself into your memory without any intention of being forgotten.
“Why am I here? Where is Namjoon?” You questioned, your voice coming out small and fragile instead of strong and intimidating but there was nothing you could do. It was already a pain trying to keep yourself from bawling your eyes out after seeing your father’s face so fresh in your mind. On top of that, you understood perfectly well that Hana had abducted you without the knowledge of anyone. There was no way to even tell if Namjoon was coming to get you but you were trying your best to stay hopeful.
Because you trusted him.
A lot.
“You, my darling, are here to serve a great great purpose. And as for Namjoon,” she began, smiling at you with an aura so bright that it made her look crazy, “what makes you think he’ll come here for you?”
Her question made you frown, leaving you confused as to what you were supposed to say that. Nothing had ever been said between you two except for that night when he kissed you. Apart from that, what he felt or what you meant to him, you had no idea.
“Cat got your tongue, Y/N?” Hana pouted, her mocking tone making you much more upset than you already were. The real reason wasn’t even her though. It was the fact that you didn’t know who you were to him but you did know who Hana was to him. From the way he didn’t hesitate for a single minute before leaving you behind for her, it was clear that she was someone he cherished dearly. But you?
What were you to him?
“Here’s the truth, Namjoon will choose that disgusting life of his over you any given day. You mean nothing to him just like I meant nothing to him,” she chuckled bitterly, her eyes tearing up at the sad words she called the truth. Looking at the floor of the car, you pursed your lips, not wanting to sympathize with the girl who had kidnapped you. But at the same time, it was difficult for you to ignore her words.
What did she mean by disgusting life?
“His life is anything but disgusting,” you pointed out with a hint of hesitation in your voice, eyeing her expression carefully since you didn’t wanna say anything that would upset her. Maybe Namjoon being busy most of the time didn’t sit well with her. That’s why she called it disgusting. Because what was disgusting about being the CEO of a company as big as his? As far as you could think, nothing was the correct answer here.
Suddenly, a cackle echoed through the dark, Hana’s head tipping back as she barred her teeth to you. A flash of fear ran through your veins, giving rise to goosebumps on your skin as you inhaled deeply at her reaction to your words. But everything fell silent soon enough, her eyes now boring into yours as she leaned forward.
“What kind of a person do you have to be to justify the fact that he runs a fucking crime syndicate?”
It was as if everything around you faded into nothing, your eyes freezing on Hana’s face as her words rang in your head. Crime syndicate? What was she saying?
“What are you…-you’ve got it all wrong, Hana. Joon runs Kim Enterprises, not some…some mafia gang.” You stuttered, a part of you wondering if you were convincing her or yourself. Because suddenly, a lot of things started making sense.
His late-night meetings. Your father fearing him. That gun.
Shaking your head, you took in a deep breath, yelling at your conscience for doubting Namjoon like that. He had saved your life and was constantly taking care of you. How could you doubt him? There was no reason for him to lie to you. Especially since he got mad at you for working at that club. There was no way he had lied to you.
Right?
“One of the members of his gang, Kim Seokjin runs that company. And that too so the group can have some kind of leverage with finances and their illegal shit.” She rolled her eyes, making your heart drop to your stomach.
Hurt. Betrayed. Foolish.
These were only some of the feelings you could name on the tip of your tongue, the rest of them collectively working to rip your heart into pieces. It felt like someone was stabbing you again and again and again, tears welling up in your eyes as you struggled to breathe.
Namjoon had lied to you? And you had been dumb enough to believe every word that came out of his mouth since day one. Even when your father had cowered in fear before him, you could tell nothing. But you knew nothing scared your father. Then how did you not know who Namjoon was to be able to hold that power over your so-called guardian?
Just how?
You whimpered, feeling too weak to even sit up as your body leaned forward and your forehead met the floor of the car. Your skin was hot all over, tears falling down onto the black leather mat which also smelled like dust. With a heaving chest, you let out a loud cry, not caring about the fact that you had been kidnapped. All you knew was that you didn’t wanna face him. Moreover, you didn’t want him to come to save you.
Because what could he do to save you when the truth was already killing you inside?
“Wait a minute, you had no idea, did you?” You heard Hana say, her tone making it evident that she was enjoying this. She was enjoying how upset you felt and she was feeding off of your sorrow. Feeling a hand at the back of your head, you shivered, closing your eyes tightly as fingers ran through your hair.
“Don’t worry, darling. You won’t feel anything in a minute. None of this pain. Just nothing.” She whispered, her hand leaving your hair before the door of the car opened. Inhaling sharply, you sat up, watching her move to the driver’s seat and turn the engine on.
“What are you doing?” You asked, frowning deeply while watching her move around outside the van to pick up a rather heavy rock. In response to your question, all she did was grin, your heart beating harder and harder.
“It was nice knowing you, Y/N. But I told you, right? That you’re here to serve a greater purpose?” She breathed heavily, wincing at the heavy rock in her arms. Shaking your head, you still had no idea what she was going to do but it couldn’t be good. So you began thrashing in the back, trying hard to get your hands out of that rope while mumbling a string of no’s.
“You are here to make sure I get my revenge,” She said, making your eyes widen at her statement, “time to get to it.”
With that, you saw her place the rock on the accelerator, quickly shutting the door as she moved away before the van began to move. Your jaw dropped in horror, your eyes taking in the expanse of the sea that lay ahead of the cliff.
“No!” You screamed, moving your arms around wildly as blood seeped through the rope and painted your hands behind your back. And just as your hands freed themselves from the restraints, the wheels flew off the cliff, your eyes screaming in silence as the water came rushing to you from all ends.
A/N: Hiiiiii!! So... surprise ig?? Anyway, why are Tumblr taglists such a pain. I've removed all users whose accounts I couldn't find. Comment to be tagged in the future though. Also how did you guys like the revamp? Deception has a new feel now and I'll soon be applying this to all the previous chapters.
Okay bye now. I missed you guys and I love you all so much😭❤️
Hey can you tell me what could happen in deception since it's only till chapter 13 and I don't know if you will continue it I really liked it ❤️❤️ actually loved it so maybe epilogue or something if you are free please 🥺🥺?
Hi anon! Don't you worry, the next chapter is just waiting to be released and I'll be doing that in a couple days. I've made everyone wait quite a while but I just have to revamp DECEPTION, you know, give it a new look. Thank you so much for waiting and i sincerely hope everyone will like the next chapter 💓🥳☺️
hiiiiii 😌 i have a question about "i love you too" because i'm having a little trouble understanding the paragraph that starts with 'But love was crazy.' so taehyung is in love with jane right? but when it says that the oc's smile always made him think that he was still in love with oc and he still tries to "convince himself otherwise", does it mean that he still loves oc romantically as well? like does he love jane and oc romantically?
Sometimes, you meet people and fall in love with them. And it so happens that even if you've let go of that person, you are still in love with them. It's so hard to explain hdhddjdjndjs. Putting it this way, the OC was more like a constant dim-lights-and-dancing-in-the-kitchen kinda love for Taehyung whereas Jane was the loud kind. So loud that it diminished the OC's love. So OC was like always there at the back of Taehyung's mind but not enough to make him want to wake up next to her or far off, marry her. He'd always love her like how we love the scent that the first rain leaves behind. Constant but not loud. Faded but not gone. Was this understandable? Was this even readable? I'm sorry I tried my best😭😔
I found your blog yesterday and i have been addicted. I have been personally going through a lot and this blog was a very pleasant distraction so i want to thank you for that. I ended up reading ILYT and i just wanna give you a hug and thank you for instilling within me the tiniest bit of hope that maybe someday i would find my jungkook and it will worth all the pain i had to endure because of my last heart break.(1/2) - jagi anon
You know, when I was writing this fic at 2AM, it came to me so naturally and I had no idea what I was creating. After having so many people come forward and tell me that this made them cry and heal altogether, it hit me as to what the gravity of this fic is. Reading your words, once again makes me realize that this fic is probably one of the best I've written. I'm so sorry for whatever you went through but I truly believe that you'll be happier than ever. Trust the process, jagi! I'm here always ❤️
I miss your writings so much, especially since it's hard to find such high quality mafia fics 😭 I hope you're well and everything's okay for you ❤️
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I'm so sorry for these very slow updates, I'm in my final year of college and it's so hectic 😭😭 nonetheless, I'm trying really hard to get stuff out for you guys. Also the fact that you called my fics HIGH QUALITY!!!!! ILY😭💓
Secrets and Lies (Yandere!Mafia!BTS Reaction|| MYG Ver.)
Request: Hi, I really love your writing. Can I request a yandere mafia reaction when BTS' S/O did not know of their occupation but find out accidentally?
Word Count: 2291
With your back pressed against the front door, you took in the sight before you with regretful eyes, your throat running dry at the comprehension of what was coming for you. The sun was setting on the horizon, the last of its rays filtering in through the curtains only to highlight the very thing that you were hoping to never see again.
Red salvias.
Your chest seemed to tighten with every passing second, beads of sweat forming on your forehead as your eyes began to burn due to the lack of blinking being done on your part. The house that had been your safe haven all this time, suddenly started to feel small and threatening. You could hear your heart pumping in your ears, screaming at you to run as fast as you could. But you knew it was late.
It was too fucking late.
Clenching your fists by your side, you took a step towards the bouquet sitting on your coffee table, a golden card staring at you from in between the numerous red petals that you had grown to hate. Because all they reminded you was of him. Of the times you used to plant these in your little garden, all the while whispering how you belonged to him, something you now regretted with your whole being.
With shaky hands, you took a hold of the card, your eyes widening upon seeing the message on it, written in the same messy handwriting that you had seen a thousand times in his study.
‘Forever Mine.
-Love MYG’
Inhaling sharply, you let go of the confession that could have been considered loving, only if your lover was a normal man with a clean conscience. Only if you had never found out who he really was and only if you had never called the cops to report one of the most wanted men in the country.
You still remembered the look in his eyes; the brew of anger, sadness, betrayal and love had almost made you feel dizzy but maybe that was just because of the tears that refused to stop. His lies had left you in a web of pain and hurt, just as your actions had left his heart broken. But could you have lived a normal life, knowing that the man you were so in love with, was nothing but a crazed cartel leader who killed for the thrill of it? Never. And so you did what you had to, sent your lover far far away from you before moving on and learning to live without him.
Swallowing thickly, your feet carried you to the warmth of your bedroom, your mind being consumed by the need to escape as soon as possible. Those flowers being here meant that he knew about your whereabouts, and it was only a matter of time before he found you. But you still had to try. You still had to run because you knew that if you saw him again, you wouldn’t be able to hold your ground. You wouldn’t be able to look in his eyes and tell him that you didn’t need him anymore. Because the truth was that you missed him. You missed everything that he was and everything you both had. There was a time when you thought you would be okay but that never happened. With every passing day, you continued to grow lonely and miserable, his name falling from your lips like a prayer for survival. And you couldn’t let him know this. You just couldn’t.
Turning on the lights in your bedroom, you pulled out your suitcase from under the bed, your hands reaching for the closet before your eyes looked into the mirror and all air was knocked out of your lungs.
“Yoongi.”
Standing on the other end of the room, your lover’s dark eyes stared right into yours, his hands shoved into the pockets of his black coat. The bags under his eyes were profound if you looked hard enough, yet somehow being outshined by how ethereal he always looked. His pale skin shone in the setting sun’s rays, his hair falling across his forehead just like it used to when you were lovesick for him.
“Hello, love,” he whispered, tilting his head with a pained smile, as if it hurt him to even look at you. And maybe it did. Because what you had done was unforgivable for a man who did nothing but love you. But what he did was unforgivable too, for a woman who did nothing but hope for an honest relationship. And now that he was here, clearly having escaped his prison sentence, you wondered how he would punish you. Because you knew all too well now, the things he was capable of doing. You could only hope to make it out alive this time.
“Ho-how is this possible?” You questioned, your lips trembling partly from fear, something that had been instilled in you ever since you found out who Min Yoongi was.
He chuckled, glancing at his shoes before taking a step towards you, your immediate reaction being turning around and moving a step away from him, your back pressing against the mirror behind you. His jaw clenched at the way you drew yourself away from him, his mind reminiscing of all the times you spent in his arms when you were still oblivious to the things he did.
“I’ve always been a man of power, Y/N. Did you really think you’d be able to leave me so easily?” He tsked mockingly, his eyes displaying emotions that seemed a lot more intense than what you had always been a witness to. Your breath faltered, your eyes darting to the door of your bedroom before you bolted towards it, pulling it open with hasty fingers and tasting the air of freedom beyond it. But all of it lasted only for a second, because the next thing you knew, the door was being shut in your face with a heavy hand, shivers running down your spine as your back pressed against Yoongi’s chest.
You closed your eyes with a sob escaping your lips, tensing at the feeling of his lips resting against the nape of your neck. A hand wrapped around your waist, holding you tight against him and you knew that he wasn’t letting go this time.
“If you think that you’d be able to outrun me-” he brushed your hair away from your neck, “- then you are so fucking wrong.”
His words were dripping with anger, a cold and hard metal pressing against your back followed by a small click that made your eyes widen. Your lover was holding a gun to your back. And in that moment, you realized that the Yoongi you knew was no longer here. He was far gone and you did that.
“Y-yoongi, I’m so- so sorry, just please don’t hurt me,” You begged, hoping that your cries would melt his heart but who were you kidding?
A loud laugh echoed throughout the room that seemed to close in on you with every second, Yoongi’s reaction making you feel uncomfortable and a lot more scared than you already were.
“My stupid stupid girl,” he growled, suddenly halting his laughter and turning you around to face him. The gun that was behind your back was now held against your jaw, more tears falling from your eyes as the weapon glinted in the dimness of the room and your neck straining to get as far away from it as possible. You averted your gaze to the ceiling, praying that this was all just one horrible dream and that your Yoongi was still the same man you had always known him to be.
“Don’t want me to hurt you, huh?” He questioned, your head shaking in response and making him a lot angrier than he already was. Pushing the gun against your jaw roughly, he moved closer to you, his breath fanning your lips as you whimpered in pain. Your whole body was now shaking, the only scenario your mind conjured was the one where the door behind you was covered in crimson and you were on the floor, lifeless.
“What about how much you hurt me, Y/N?” Yoongi seethed, his eyes red with fury and sorrow, emotions he didn’t care to hide anymore. Because you had stripped him away of all his pretense. He didn’t have to be someone he wasn’t because of you.
Since the beginning of his work, he was always told that he was a villain. A constant villain and that was never going to change. Yoongi had even grown into it, had accepted it with all his being until you had walked into his life. With the kindest eyes, you had smiled at him, not knowing that people like him didn’t deserve your gentleness. Your warmth was with you wherever you went, and it was so overwhelming that even Yoongi grew desperate to be in its orbit. He wanted to be swallowed whole by your gravity and never return to the world that was as dark as his. And even if it shouldn’t have happened, it did. You gave into him and after a few more meetings, you even let him kiss you in the darkness that engulfed you both in his car. The way his name fell from your lips in the sweetest melody was enough to drive him crazy and he swore, no one in the world could ever come close to being as beautiful as you.
But then again, it was all a facade. Whenever Yoongi left you, he was reminded of the fact that he was a monster. And that hiding this from you was only going to get him so far. It all happened quickly yet slowly, his little dream of paradise with you falling apart when someone who wanted to ruin him had let you in on all his secrets, your hands slowly pulling away from him forever. And as the cops took him away, he did nothing but go with them. Because it was too painful to watch you fall to the floor. Too painful to know that the woman he loved had sent him to his doom.
“I did nothing but love you!” He yelled, his fist landing a punch at the door behind you and making you cry harder. His eyes now mirrored the same tearful gaze that you sent his way, his knuckles bleeding with the impact they had just been put through. The expression on his face was evidence that he was hurt by the betrayal you had poured upon him but he had done the same. If he hadn’t been put through six months of torture then maybe he would have tried to understand you. But for now, it was impossible. Min Yoongi hated betrayers and the fact that his own love did this to him was a memory he would never forget.
“All these months, I was in there being beaten to death. Even then, I did nothing but think about you,” he confessed, your cries dying down at his words. Your heart fluttered as you were reminded of the fact that no matter who he was, no one in this whole wide world had ever made you feel as loved as Yoongi. You had always felt like you were at the top of the world. When he kissed you, you felt wanted. When he held onto you every single night, you felt needed. And no one was ever going to come close to making you feel that way.
“I thought you would have realized that my love for you has always been more than anything else I ever did, but I was wrong. Instead, I was welcomed back like I am a fucking murderer.” You turned your eyes to the floor, unable to handle the bitterness of his words. Because somewhere, it was true. His love had always been like no other and that had nearly driven you insane. All these months, a part of you was waiting for him to come back. But a part of you was still afraid, and it was always going to be.
“I am sorry, I didn’t-”
The sound of tyres on the gravel made you leave your words incomplete and turn your head towards the window, your eyebrows furrowing at who it could be. Was it the police? Maybe they had tracked him down.
“Come on, love. We’ll finish this conversation at home.”
You turned to Yoongi with a terrified expression, shaking your head with a string of no’s leaving your mouth. Home. You hadn’t heard of that place in months. There were too many good memories of the place that you used to call home. Because it was a place where Yoongi was, but not anymore.
Sighing in frustration, Yoongi walked towards you and held your wrist in his hand, leaning forward till his lips brushed the shell of your ear.
“I gave you the best of me but that wasn’t enough,” he whispered, tucking your hair behind your ear, gritting his teeth at the way you flinched under his touch. His fingers tightened their grip on your wrist, almost crushing your bone as you tried to push him away, only for him to harshly pull you back against him. The look in his eyes was that of a man gone insane, or maybe it had always been there but you had never noticed. Either way, these eyes are the only ones you’ll be looking at for the rest of your life now. Yoongi was going to make sure of it.
“Now I’ll show you the worst of me and you are going to learn to love it.”
A/N: Hiiiiiiiii you guys! I have been so busy with my last year of college that I constantly feel like screaming in my pillow. *Sigh* but anyway, I'll be back with more members and I'm also sure you've noticed that I've been posting random members for random reactions. I just wanna keep getting stuff out rather than keeping you guys waiting so :D
