â warnings: (triggering topics!) reader is sold to bangtan, dysfunctional family, allusions to an abusive father/husband, harassment, reader has a tough life growing up, guns, violence, jungkook calls her a whore (but apologizes), mentions of death, minor character death, insomniac!reader, nightmares, hurt and comfort
â rec music: finding hope - nightlight
Starlight star bright.
Fallen stars shooting in your dreams.
A wish, a hope. A prayer to escape from the world. From responsibilities and from the sacrifices that keeps you trapped in these chains of yours.Â
Summary: In which your friend thought it would be funny to give you a love potion, and in which seven CEOs accidentally drank it.
Warnings: Love Potion, Yandere behavior, Obsessiveness, Possessiveness, Manipulative behavior, Violence, Mention of death, Disability, If youâre not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.
A/N: HAPPY HOSEOK'S DAY! We made it! 2/7!!
Part 1, Part 2
Your smile was genuine when you met Kim Taehyungâs eyes.
Unlike the others who were punctual, he was a minute late. He was grinning though like he had a secret he couldnât wait to share to you.
âYou seem happy, Taehyung,â you remarked as you stepped closer, the distance between you shrinking with each heartbeat. With his hands tucked into his pockets, he waited eagerly for you to reach him. The only indication of his bubbling excitement was the way he bounced slightly on his feet. He looked so much lighter in this light, you noticed, the usual darkness in his eyes was nowhere to be found.
He looked truly happy like the sun had decided to shine just for him.
âI am,â he said, his grin widening even more. His eyes sparkled with anticipation. How can he not be happy when you were near? âYouâre here with me. With us. How can I not be happy?â he murmured, gently pulling your hand into his and clasping your fingers tightly.
You blinked, surprised by his blatant statement. The potion was indeed so powerful that even the cold Taehyung turned into this kind of person you would want for you own had it been a different circumstance. You thought that whoever he would choose to love after all this fiasco would be the luckiest person.
However, you chose to not dwell on his statement. You were extremely happy with the good news your friend shared with you. There would be a cure soon, and you just knew that you would be nothing to him and all of them after this but a fleeting memory. You decided to hold on for a little while longer, and maybe just lived in the moment where this was a possibility. Sooner rather than later, they would go back to not knowing and caring who you were.
You cleared your throat, âSo, where are you taking me?â
Taehyung took a sip from his coffee, the takeout food laid on either side of you on the bench. A smile tugged at your lips at the peculiarity of it allâhere was one of the richest men in South Korea, someone with immense influence, choosing to share a simple day in the park with you. It felt surreal, the laughter of children and rustling leaves wrapping around you like a warm embrace.
âThis is really good,â he hummed appreciatively, his eyes lighting up as he sampled one of the dishes from the food truck. âAnd itâs really cheap. I cannot believe those fancy restaurants charge so much when the food is just so-so.â
âRight? Finally, someone from the rich admitted it!â you laughed, your voice mingling with the sounds of the park. âI always wondered if the taste buds of the rich are just inherently different from us. Thereâs no way you guys are satisfied with those little servings of dishes. Also, is this your first time eating here?â
âYesâŠâ Taehyung rubbed the back of his neck, glancing at the pond sheepishly. âI always wanted to do this with a girlfriend. You know, those TV dramas show how romantic this is.â
You couldnât help but grin at his confession and the innocence in his voice. The sincerity of his confession made him endearing, if not more. âSo, here we are, living the drama, huh? Too bad you didnât do this with your real girlfriend.â
He glared at you, his expression mock-serious, before playfully snatching your hand and fully enclosing it with his. âYouâre my real girlfriend,â he grumbled childishly, a spark of mischief dancing in his eyes.
Your heart raced at the sudden intimacy, warmth flooding through you. âOh, really? Guess I should start practicing my dramatic sighs and longing gazes then,â you teased, squeezing his hand gently.
âAbsolutely,â he said with a grin, his earlier shyness melting away. âI expect nothing less from my leading lady.â
It was a nice lunch out which should have ended as nicely as it started.
But you should have known your wish was too good to be true.
You were walking with him on your way back to the office when he randomly decided to go back and buy his brothers takeout food. He claimed that since he thoroughly enjoyed it, his brothers should too so that they would know just what they were missing. He asked you to wait for a little while before he turned back. And you did. You were contented with scrolling through your social media when you were interrupted.
âExcuse me, miss?â A man called for you, his smile was warm as he looked at you. âMay I know what time it is?â
âOh uhm, itâs 1:37,â you replied, glancing at the screen of your phone.
He thanked you politely before resuming his walk when he abruptly stopped. He chuckled sheepishly, looking at you over his lashes. âI really donât need to know the time. Iâm sorry, Iâm really bad at this. Youâre just so beautiful ââ
âMay I help you?â Taehyungâs voice suddenly cut through the air, firm yet protective as he reappeared, a bag of takeout in hand. He stepped in front of you, effectively blocking you from the other manâs view. His face was void of any emotion, yet he managed to terrify the man.
The man straightened, clearly caught off guard. Taehyungâs presence shifted the atmosphere, his expression a mix of confusion and an underlying feeling of intimidation. âUh, I was just⊠asking the time,â the man stammered, taking a step back.
Taehyungâs gaze narrowed slightly, a hint of a challenge in his posture. âRight. And now youâve got the time. Anything else?â
âMan, Iâm not looking for any trouble. I-I just really thought sheâs single. I meant no harm!â the man protested, his voice shaky.
âWhy are you still here?â Taehyung whispered, the sound of irritation was heavy in his tone. âWhy are you still looking at my woman?â He asked, the words coming out as a low growl, each syllable deliberate and heavy.
The air between you crackled with tension as the manâs face blanched, realizing he had crossed a line. He raised his hands defensively, backing away further. âIâI didnât know! Sorry, I just thoughtââ
âThought what?â Taehyung pressed, taking a step forward, his stance unwavering. âThat it was okay to interrupt her? To make her uncomfortable?â He was too close to the man, his hands closed to a fist as though he was just one look away from exploding. âThat you can steal her away from us?!â
How could you ever think that he was something other than the darkness that was caging his heart? How could you ever be so naĂŻve? âHey, itâs fine. He didnât bother me at all,â you interjected gently, trying to diffuse the situation before it escalated further. âLetâs just let him go.â
Gone was the sweet man you perceived him to be not long ago, and in his place was the darkness you always knew him to be when he slowly turned around after the man swiftly escaped the situation. âRemember this, little one,â he started, his voice grave yet commanding, a blend of promise and threat. âWe are the only one for you.â
You couldn't shake off the discomfort that Taehyung's interaction had stirred within you.
You were deep in your thoughts, terror and anxiety in your heart. He was the third in the schedule and you still had four to go. All the interactions you had with the boys so far only made you see the warning signs flashing in your mind. This was a wrong decision. You should have heeded your friendâs warning about spending time with them and avoided skinship as much as possible. Â
You should have focused on finding the cure. However, you couldnât just turn your back on them, not when they all acted like they were on their deathbeds as though you were the only cure, badly needing you to take their next breath. The weight of their dependency tugged at your conscience, making it harder to escape the turmoil that surrounded you. Hence, your predicament.
Taehyungâs reaction was too much. The potion was turning them into jealous, possessive men, their natural temperaments amplified into something almost unrecognizable. It had only been three days since the potion had taken effect, yet it seemed to amplify their emotions, turning them into jealous, clingy versions of themselves. You felt a chill run down your spine as you recalled the way his eyes had darkened, how intense his gaze had been, as if he saw you as something he needed to protect at all costs.
Consumed by these unsettling thoughts, you almost forgot about Jungkook entirely. His presence had slipped into the background amidst the chaos Taehyungâs behavior had caused. That is, until the hurried sound of footsteps interrupted your spiral. You turned, startled, to find a group of Jungkookâs guards, their expressions tight with fear. Wide-eyed and breathless, they approached you swiftly, the urgency in their movements sending a wave of panic through you.
âWhatâwhatâs happening?â you stammered, confusion mixing with dread.
âMr. Jeon⊠heâs not well,â another guard murmured, his tone serious. âItâs bad.â
Your heart sank as the weight of their words hit you. Jungkook was not well. Â If Taehyungâs possessiveness had shaken you, the thought of Jungkook in a similar state terrified you even more. Without hesitation, you followed them, a knot of anxiety tightening in your chest.
As you neared his floor, the muffled sounds of destruction reached youâsharp crashes, the unmistakable sound of something heavy being thrown, followed by a guttural, enraged grunt. The noise alone made your skin crawl, but you pushed forward.
âGo in,â one of the guards pleaded, his voice quiet but urgent as you hesitated. You could hear the familiar voices of Jin and Namjoon on the other side of the door, their tones strained as they attempted to calm him.
âJungkook, breathe,â Namjoon was saying, his voice low, trying to inject calm into the chaos.
âCome on, itâs okay,â Jin added, though the strain in his voice betrayed the calm facade he was trying to maintain. âSheâll be here. She didnât leave⊠relax.â
The guard beside you pushed the door open, leaving you no choice but to face your oversight. Suffice to say, the scene before you sent a fresh wave of fear through your body.
Jungkookâs office was a mess. Papers were scattered across the floor, a desk chair lay on its side, and the corner of the large wooden desk had a jagged crack running through it as if somethingâor someoneâhad hit it too hard. A shattered vase lay in pieces, its contents scattered across the floor.
In the center of the chaos stood Jungkook. His back was to you, his broad shoulders heaving with labored breaths, fists clenched tightly at his sides. Even from where you stood, you could feel the tension radiating off him like a living thing. His stark, dark hair was disheveled, his usually sharp, precise appearance completely undone by whatever storm was raging inside him.
You knew you caused it. You were aware of you effect on them, but heavens, you didnât know it to be this bad.
Namjoon was the first to notice you. His draconic eyes, once calm and calculating, now burned with an intensity that made your breath catch in your throat. The second your startled gaze met his, you saw itâthe darkness swirling in him, consuming him. He hadnât seen you since last night, and the distance had frayed his already strained control. His jaw clenched, muscles tensing as if he were holding himself back from lunging at you. He needed you. Desperately.
But the leader in him fought against the urge, restraining the primal hunger clawing at his insides. He knew he had to hold backâfor now. The others needed you just as much as he did. He could wait. He had to wait. His fingers twitched at his sides, betraying the struggle within him.
He could wait until tonight.
He had to.
âThank God,â Jin breathed when he noticed your presence. He stepped away from Jungkook.
Jungkookâs head snapped up the moment you stepped further into the room. His body froze, as though sensing your presence before even turning to look at you. Slowly, he turned around, and the intensity in his eyes when they locked onto yours was nearly suffocating. His dark eyes, wide with emotion, bore into you, his lips parted slightly as he struggled to catch his breath.
The room went still as Jungkookâs gaze never wavered from you. You could feel the raw intensity behind his eyes, the same kind of possessiveness you had seen in Taehyung but magnified tenfold in Jungkook. It wasnât just desperation; it was obsession, need, something far more dangerous than mere jealousy.
âYouâŠâ he stammered; his voice rough from all the screaming he had done. His words were laced with desperation and disbelief. âY-you didnât leave us, Noona?â
The room was too silent as though their stability rested entirely on your next move. You knew you had to thread extremely carefully.
You swallowed hard, your heart pounding in your chest, your knees locked. You brain was screaming for you to run away from him. âJungkook,â you whispered, his name fragile on your lips.
It was him who decided for you.
He hated the distance. It gnawed at him, fraying what little control he had left. He took a step forward, his fists still clenched, muscles tense as if he were fighting some invisible restraint. âDonât leave me,â he said, his voice barely above a whisper, but there was a command beneath the words. His hands caressed your cheeks and tilted you face to meet his eyes. âYou⊠you canât leave me. You cannot leave us.â
He didnât let you leave. And you couldnât as well, not when he was visibly distraught. Most especially, not when his arms were wrapped around you like a vine. Before you knew it, you were lying on the sofa in his office, Jungkookâs arms wrapped around you like vines, pulling you impossibly close. His body pressed against yours, seeking warmth, seeking comfort. He didnât say anything, but the weight of his emotions was palpable. His grip on you never loosened, his head buried in the crook of your neck as if he was afraid youâd vanish if he let go.
The only reassurance he seemed to accept was having you there, physically close to him, where he could feel you, touch you, and know that you hadnât disappeared. But as comforting as your presence was to him, it left you uncomfortable, stressed by the weight of the situation. Jungkook was too close, his grip too tight, and the intensity of it all made your mind scream for space, for distance. But you couldnât moveânot when each time you tried to shift even slightly, he would hold on tighter, and the quiet, broken sobs would return, muffled against your skin.
Your unlikely savior came at exactly 3 in the afternoon.
Min Yoongi opened the door in a relaxed manner as though he was the owner of the office, his bored eyes finding your form on the sofa. His relaxed demeanor was a stark contrast to the tension that hung in the room. Jungkook hadnât noticed him yet, but you softly calling Yoongiâs name alerted him of his presence âmore a sigh of relief than an actual greetingâit was enough to pull Jungkookâs attention. Yoongi raised his brow at Jungkook, his expression impassive as ever, a silent question if the younger man was finally okay. Jungkookâs only response was the slight untightening of his grip on you. The shift was hesitant, reluctant, but it was there. Slowly, his arms loosened, though his body still remained close, not quite ready to let you go entirely. His possessiveness had dulled, but it was far from gone.
Yoongiâs gaze softened when he turned it back to you, his expression warm and unexpectedly gentle. He knew what you had endured, the strain it had caused you, and for once, the sharp edges in his usually indifferent demeanor softened into something close to tenderness.
"Good afternoon, darling," Yoongi said in his low, easy drawl, a hint of amusement dancing behind his words. âIâve come to save you.â
Yoongi knew how overwhelming and overstimulating things could be sometimes. For the life of him and despite the instincts screaming in his head to have you close, he chose to silently walk beside you. You had been through enough for today.
You didnât even question where the two of you were going. It was like all the energy you had was drained from you. You were silent even as he closed the car door for you, was speechless even when he expertly drove away from the building. Min Yoongi was just exactly what you needed after the conundrum being with Jungkook brought.
âI know it was tough,â Yoongi said, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled between you two. His voice was low, steady, as though he had been waiting for the right moment to speak. His hands gripped the steering wheel loosely, his gaze fixed on the road ahead, but you could feel the weight of his attention on you. Even without looking at you, Yoongi had this uncanny ability to make you feel seen, like he was always aware of what you needed before you even realized it yourself. âBut still, thank you for calming him down.â
The soft hum of the car filled the space, and though you didnât respond immediately, you knew Yoongi didnât expect you to. From the short time that you were with them, you noticef that he had always been like thatâpatient, never pushing you to speak before you were ready. His quiet understanding was something that set him apart. There was no rush with him, no urgency to force words or explanations from you. Just his presence, calm and grounding, allowing you to gather your thoughts.
You nodded slowly, not trusting yourself to speak just yet. The memory of Jungkookâs desperate grip on you, the way he had refused to let you go, still lingered, and it was too raw to put into words. But Yoongi didnât push. He never did. He was just⊠there, giving you the space to process, to breathe. âI owe it to all of you. This was all my faultâŠâ
Yoongiâs gaze shifted toward you, and for a moment, he looked at you as though youâd just said something utterly ridiculous. His brow furrowed, and the corners of his lips tilted into a frown of disbelief. Then, with a sigh, he shook his head. âThis isnât your fault. How could you have known? Donât be so hard on yourself.â
Min Yoongi was just the reprieved you needed. Where the others seemed consumed by their need for you, Yoongi remained steady, unaffected by the storm raging around them.
He took you home and told you that he already took care of your supervisor and said that you were needed for a meeting. A wave of gratitude washed over you, and you couldnât help the small, tired smile that tugged at your lips. You didnât know how to thank him properly, but it seemed Yoongi didnât need grand gestures. His way of caring was quiet and understated, but it spoke volumes.
âThank you,â you whispered, your voice barely above a breath, but Yoongiâs small nod told you he heard it.
Your schedule with him was calm, much like his demeanor. The kitchen felt like a small sanctuary, the aroma of garlic and herbs wafting through the air as you chopped vegetables together. The music of your choice filled the space, a playful backdrop to the evening.
You smiled to yourself, caught up in the moment. Suddenly, a chuckle broke your reverie. You turned to see him shaking his head, amusement dancing in his eyes. âBad Romance by Lady Gaga?â he teased, but there was no edge to his wordsâjust a warm acceptance of your quirky taste. You shrugged, a grin spreading across your face. It felt domestic, this shared moment, and you savored it. And yes, Bad Romance was truly a banger song.
But then, the atmospere shifted. Lost in thought, you almost missed his sudden remark. âI heard from Hoseok that your friend found a cure for the love potion.â His voice was steady, almost indifferent, yet you caught the tension in the way he gripped the counter, knuckles whitening against the cool surface. His eyes were focused on his task, a deliberate action on his part.
You nodded, surely this was good news for them, right?
 âThatâsâŠgood.â
It did not sound like it was good. You considered asking him, pressing for clarity, but you hesitated. This was Yoongi, after all. He wasnât a man who wore his emotions on his sleeve, and pushing too hard might cause him to withdraw further. But your instinct, the one that had kept you grounded in moments like this, told you to be careful. You trusted him, both him and Seokjin, but trust was a fragile thingâespecially when it came to the men who surrounded you.
After you two finished cooking, he found you sitting on the sofa, mindlessly searching for what to watch when he lied down, his head resting on your legs. You looked down, surprised but not displeased. You noted how he refrained from physically touching you the past hour, his control and thoughtfulness of your situation did not go unnoticed by you. âI tried to hold off as long as I could,â he murmured, his eyes drifting closed as he settled in.
You chuckled softly, brushing a hand through his dark hair. âThank you for being considerate, Yoongi.â The weight of his head on your lap felt grounding, a connection that made the world outside seem distant.
It was five in the afternoon when you decided to freshen up. The entire day, despite it being only being afternoon, left you exhausted. It wasnât just the physical exhaustion that clawed at you; it was the emotional toll of navigating conversations that felt more like tightrope walks than exchanges. Each word had to be measured, each response carefully calculated. It was like it would only take one wrong word for them to crumble. Each of them just as needy as the others.
It did not come as a surprise when you stepped out of the bathroom and found the one and only Park Jimin in your bedroom. His head was hanging low as he sat on your bed, his form slouched as he stared down. Gone was his suit, and his necktie hung loosely around his collar as though he had spent the entire day tugging at it.
âJimin?â
Slowly, he looked up. His dark eyes were impassive, the usual glint gone. He looked so far from the sweet persona he usually had, and in his place was a man that was emitting dangerous vibes. âLittle one,â he called, his voice low and toneless. âI heard your...â he trailed off, his scoffed a telltale sign of what exactly he was feeling. â-friend found us a cure.â
You blinked owlishly, caught off guard with how displeased he looked. He raised his brow at your prolonged silence, âWhatâs wrong, honey?â He stood up and sauntered to you, his faux concern so thick that you could almost choke at it. âAll seven of us are sick from that love potion, right? So itâs only correct that we get the âcureâ, right?â
You looked up to meet his eyes as he neared you, his chest almost touching yours from his proximity. âAre we sick to you, little one?â
âIââ you started, your heart beating fast from his line of questioning. The intensity of his line of questioning made your pulse quicken. He tilted his head, his finger catching droplets of water that had escaped from your hair, trailing slowly down your neck.
âHmm? You what?â His voice was low, teasing yet laced with something darker.
âI just want you all to return to your normal life,â you answered truthfully. âI know everything happening is not normal for any of you. Your life does not involve aroundâŠâ You hesitated, searching for the right words. âThis chaos. You deserve to be free.â
He paused with his ministration, his hand hovering near your chest. A flicker of something crossed his face and you failed to decipher whether it was from amusement or annoyance. He stepped even impossibly closer. He looked down at you and whispered something that terrified you. âDid you ask us if we want to go back to how it was? Little one, did you even ask if we need a cure?â
Involuntarily, your foot took a step back. The weight of his words came crushing down on you. You were shaking your head even before he could finish saying his piece. You thought that it was a ridiculous thought anyway. âYou donât know what youâre saying, Park Jimin. None of what youâre all feeling is real,â you implored him, willing his true self to understand what you were saying, and not the version of himself that was âin loveâ with you. âThis potion-itâs not who you are.â
His gaze held steady, dark and penetrating as though what you said set off something in himâŠsomething they all tried so hard to contain. âAnd what will you do if this is who we want to be? What if we want these versions of ourselves that are so utterly in love with you, little one? What then?â
You felt your breath hitched at every word and expose he was telling you. âBut itâs a lie. You canât love something or someone thatâs been forced upon you. This isnât love. You have to know that.â
It was a little while before he even responded again as silence enveloped the room. The only indication that he heard you was that subtle tilt in his head. âI see you still see all this as lovesickness and not destiny.â
âBecause it is!â you insisted, the desperation for him to see the truth made your voice rose. âYou canât really believe that this is meant to be!â
Jimin shook his head, strands of his hair cascading on his forehead, breaking the carefully gelled up appearance of his. âYouâll get sick, too,â he whispered as though it was an omen, as though foretelling a fate that even you couldnât comprehend.
But you would later on.
You heard him wrongâŠright? There was no way he said that.
âWhat?â The word came out as breathless gasp, disbelief flooding your senses.
He smiled innocently, the sudden playfulness in his expression felt like a mask. âLet me dry your hair before you get sick, little one.â His tone may have seemed so casual, yet it sent a shiver down your spine. You knew you couldnât talk sense into him, not when the seven of them were neck-deep in the effects of that love potion. Furthermore, you knew that insisting that what they were all feeling was far from reality would only leave them feeling abandoned by the supposedly love of their lives: you. You couldnât make them see reason, at least not now.
Right now, the only way to calm down the simmering annoyance and angst in him was to let him do what he wanted to do. Jimin was gentle and thorough as he dried your hair, his touch so soft as though you were made of porcelain, something he feared might shatter.
âSee how good I take care of you, little one? How good we all treat you?â he murmured, his voice particularly low and soothing as he worked the towel through your damp locks.
You felt your heart ache at the sincerity in his words, even if they were colored by the potionâs influence. âJiminâŠâ you started, but the protest caught in your throat as he leaned in closer, the warmth of his body enveloping you. He met your eyes through the mirror, his chin resting on your shoulder and rush of warmth and happiness passed through him. He fucking loved you, he thought to himself as an even fiercer conviction took root. You would see it soon.
âYou are our queen, my love,â he continued with fierce intensity. âDonât you see?â
But if this was love, then it felt like a prison to you. The sensation of his arms wrapped around you felt less like an embrace and more like shackles, binding you to a reality that terrified you. The walls felt as if they were closing in, the weight of his affection pressing down on your chest. You felt it even more when he placed his plump lips on your neck.
âAnd we will always sacrifice everything for our queen.â
As soon as the clock hit 7 in the evening, you tore yourself away from his embrace and ran down to the living room, already typing down on your phone to call for a meeting with the boys when you saw them already sitting there. They seemed to be in a deep conversation, their voices low and their faces serious. Sitting in the middle of them all was Kim Namjoon who had his eyes closed and his head resting against the backrest of the sofa. He looked similar to how he was when he trapped you in the elevator. He almost seemed to be sleeping had it not been the slight tremors in his hands that gave it away.
It was as though they were attuned to your presence when they all turned their heads to where you were, sans Namjoon, their conversation coming into a halt. It was eerie, you thought. You felt a shiver run down your spine at the synchronized movement, as if they were all part of some unsettling choreography.
âThere she is,â Hoseok said brightly his face lighting up with a happiness that seemed almost out of place in the tense atmosphere. On his lap was your cat who was sporting a new collar. And was that gold?! âHow was your day, little one?â
âWe need to talk.â
âUh-oh,â Taehyung plainly commented, his hand absentmindedly playing with Jungkookâs hair. His carefree gesture was a complete contrast to the seriousness in his face. âI already donât like this.â
âPark Jimin, what did you do now?â Yoongi quipped, raising an eyebrow as he caught sight of the mentioned man entering the living room behind you. There was a teasing lilt in his voice, but the underlying concern was palpable.
Jimin smirked, holding your hand briefly when he passed you and sat down beside the quiet Namjoon. âNothing. I justâŠdried her hair.â
Jin shook his head, shooting the maknae line a look of disappointment. He just knew that they did something today. Afterall, he thought that the younger men didnât know the meaning of control and working in the shadows. He would talk to them later. They should have known how much of a flight risk you were. They were just banking on the kindness of your heart and how they used it to play with your conscience. It was that and Namjoon and Hoseokâs tactics that got you here, after all. They should all play smartly if they wanted this to last forever. And for now, making you happy was the way to that. He stood up and walked to you. He tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. Â âI heard from Hoseok that there is a cure. Is this about it, my love?â
âLetâs hear it then, noona,â Jungkook said with a smile on your face. It was a deceitful smile, you noted to yourself. How he could turn his playfulness and innocence on and off was terrifying, and the evidence of it was staring right at your face. You looked down and saw his bandaged hand from the breakdown from earlier.
Yoongi offered you an encouraging smile and you were only too thankful for his quiet support. You didnât think twice to sit when he tapped down the empty space beside him. âA-as you all know, my friendâs grandmother knows of a cure in the mountains-â
Taehyungâs sharp scoffed interrupted you. âYouâre tired of taking care of your mess when itâs only been a day?â His tone may be playful, but there was an edge to it.
You took a dee breath, âI know this is all difficult for all of us. But if she knows something, if there is even a small chance that there is really a cure, then shouldnât we go for it? If this can help-â
âHelp us?â Jimin interjected, his tone softer but laced with frustration. âHelp us how? By running off to the mountains while weâre all here struggling with these feelings?â
âAnd how will we even know that youâll come back to us?â Hoseok added, his anger bubbling to the surface. âWhat if you just leave?â he voiced the heavy question everyone in the room had been thinking about, not that they would let you, anyway.
The atmosphere grew tense, and you could feel the weight of their accusations pressing down on you. âIt isnât fair,â you retorted, your voice trembling slightly.
âWell, it was never fair to the seven of us,â Taehyung shot back, his tone sharp. âWe were minding our own business when your negligence caused us this situation. You are to blame, and all you want is to escape from it.â
You could no longer take all the blamings, you realized. You were not the only one to blame in this, right? You were just as victim as they were! And the oldest should also share the blame! âBut he knew!â
Seokjin blinked owlishly, attention now on him as you pointed your finger at him. âKnew what?â
âYou knew that that pink tumbler wasnât yours! You said so yourself that you knew it wasnât yours because yours had coffee in it! You knew and you kept on drinking!â
âAh, rightâ he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck as he offered sheepish looks at the other CEOs who were all looking at him with seriousness and disbelief in their eyes. âWhat? It was delicious, right?!â
âWell, yeah it was,â Yoongi approved, his voice low. He looked like he was already long done with this conversation with the way he was leaning against the backrest and you knew with just one push he would already be lying down and dozing off. However, his attention was still on you as he played with the strands of your hair.
âSo, if you are all blaming me, shouldnât you put blame on him, too? He offered you the drink knowing that it wasnât his! And he didnât tell you all!â
Jungkook nodded, completely agreeing at whatever you were saying as long as you kept talking. Your voice was melody to his ears, like a siren, he thought. If he was a cartoon, you were sure that heâd already have heart coming out of his eyes from the way he was looking at you. He was giggling like a child, his chin resting on his palm, his body turned to you. âYouâre right, noona. Itâs Jin hyungâs fault. We should kick him out of the house or exchange him for ice creamâŠSpeaking of! Whatâs your favorite flavor, my love?â
âFine! Then sue me! Arrest me! But lock me with her forever!â Seokjin exclaimed dramatically, throwing his hands in the air.
âSeokjin, for the love of all thatâs good-â
âI love it when you call me that,â he said with sincerity in his voice.
âI literally just called you your name!â you shot back in exasperation.
âYes. That. I love it.â
âOh my God, weâre getting off track!â You exclaimed in frustration. âThe cure. Itâs worth pursuing, donât you all think? Isnât that why Iâm here in the first place? To alleviate the effects of the love potion?â
You knew you had them when they looked at each other in silence. âAnd whatâs more alleviating than actually freeing us all from the effects of that potion?â you continued, your voice steady, determined. âIf we have a chance to break this spellâif we can find a way to return to our normal livesâshouldnât we take it?â
âYouâre not going alone. We are coming with you,â Kim Namjoon broke his silence for the first time that night. You couldnât help but notice the strain in his voice despite the firm way he delivered his demand, a telltale sign that he needed you now. It was already past seven, and he was the last one in the schedule. It was already way past his schedule, and he had been patient and enduring enough. He just knew that anytime now he would break. He opened his eyes, and his gaze locked onto yours, âTomorrow. We go to the mountains.â
Before anyone could respond, he stood up swiftly, his long legs carrying him away from the eruption of chaos and disagreement that erupted from his statement. The others began to voice their objections, a flurry of protests filling the room.
Yet, he never stopped.
âYou know you have to come to him, right, noona?â Jungkook said amidst the chaos. âNamjoon hyung is sufferingâŠâ
âHe has been patient,â Hoseok added, admiring the strength and resolved that their lead CEO had. âBut he needs you, too.â
The walk to his room was long despite the reasonable distance. It must have been because of the rapid beating of your heart as you walked to the unknown. The six of them all showed their dark side, the possessive, obsessive and jealous side that terrified you. You wondered what the last member would show you tonight.
But they were right.
Despite your fear and restlessness, you had to honor your responsibility with them.
Your knuckles had barely grazed his door when it opened from the inside, revealing the disheveled lead CEO.
Kim Namjoon was breathing hard despite the cool air inside his room. The usually composed lead CEO looked disheveled and visible exhausted. Beads of sweat were forming on his forehead, strands of his dark hair tousled as if his fingers had raked through them in frustration. He had already donned out his dark suit, his white and crisp shirt was unbuttoned. His muscular chest was glistening with sweat. Your eyes traced his form and found him barefooted.
This was as unmade as you ever witnessed him to be.
You were right, you realized. Kim Namjoon suffered the most today as he was the last one in the schedule. The way he was looking at you made it seemed like you were nothing to him but a prey, one that he had been desperately hunting the whole day. His silence only made you more tensed. "Namjoon," you began softly, concern evident in your voice as you stepped closer despite wanting to run away. "Are you alright?"
Instead of a reassuring answer, his demeanor shifted. His answer was pulling you inside his lair. His movements were quick. Desperate. Frantic. The sound of lock clicking loudly in the quiet of the room. This wasn't the controlled man you were accustomed toâthis was someone else entirely, someone driven by raw instinct and need.
Every step he took towards you was a step you took backwards. He was sauntering to you like a predator would, his movements slow and deliberate like someone who knew had you trapped. His muscles were tensed like he was barely holding onto his control. His eyes, usually so warm, now bore into you with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine. You could feel the tension radiating from him, his body coiled like a spring about to snap. You had an inkling that he wasnât okay, but you never expected him to be this intense, this desperate.
"N-Namjoon, please," you stammered, your concern growing as his presence overwhelmed you, "Youâre not okay. Let me get some help, okay?"
He scoffed softly, a sound that dripped with frustration and desire. The truth was plain to seeâhe wasn't just physically spent; there was something deeper unsettling him, something that demanded your presence, your touch, as if you were the anchor he desperately needed.
He knew if he didnât have you in his arms in the next second, then he would truly lose it. He was desperate for you. And so, for the first time ever, he damned the consequences.
âTake off your clothes.â
âWhat?! No-â
âI need to feel your skin or I will fucking lose it, little one,â he gritted, his hands formed into fists in an attempt to ground him. He didnât want to scare you, that was the last thing he wanted.
But he was scaring himself. The dizzying need for you was terrifying him. Dark thoughts were swirling in his mind: all of them were of losing you. He didnât know what would happen if they lost you. He didnât know what they would be capable of if you had someone else.
The only thing that could calm him down was you. But you were stubborn, werenât you? He saw your eyes darted to the door behind him, assessing the probability that you could escape him. It wouldnât happen, he was certain. Not in the state he was in.
âDonât,â he whispered with a shake of his head. âDonât test me tonight, little one. I am barely holding it in.â
âYouâre scaring me,â you whispered in admittance, your eyes begging him to be sane, to at least reach the Namjoon inside him that knew this was a grey area.
He paused in front of you. he was breathing hard and his eyes seemed to be all dark. His voice was low as he explained his need for you and his promise that the two of you would only be sleeping.
Tonight, he claimed that you would be safe.
âI wonât ask again, little one,â he whispered as he looked down at you. âRemove your clothes and get on the bed.â
âAnd weâll just sleep?â
âYes.â
âYou promise?â
He nodded. What he didnât tell you was how he wasnât sure if you could still be safe from the monsters you woke up inside them tomorrow. But that was tomorrowâs problem.
His eyes followed your every reluctant movement as you walked near to his bed. This was all so sudden, and the darkness of the room didnât help you observe his personality that was reflected in his room. However, you were thankful for the darkness because it gave you the courage to do as he bade without the full weight of his gaze on you. Shadows danced across the walls and with a shaky breath, you finally sat on the edge of the bed, the sheets soft and inviting beneath you. The room, dimly lit by the soft glow of the moon filtering through the curtains, seemed to wrap around you like a comforting shroud. It was easier to let the shadows obscure your uncertainties.
You began to remove your shirt, your heart racing as you felt his eyes on you, the intensity palpable. The fabric slipped away, leaving you feeling vulnerable yet exhilarated.
âThe shorts, little one,â he ordered quietly, his eyes still on you as he shrugged of his white shirt. He raised his brows when a flicker of stubbornness crossed your face, a silent warning that he was at the very edge of a cliff. With shaky hands, you pushed off your shorts before quickly getting under his thick blanket, hiding your exposed skin from his eyes.
Your heard the buckle of his belt coming undone, and the sound of zipper following next was too loud in the silence of his room which made you shut your eyes closed. But the prolonged silence made you take a peek. And there he was. He was stalking to you, his muscular chest bared for your eyes, his thighs so thick and strong. The only thing he still had on was his black boxers that leave nothing to the imagination.
You shrieked when he got on the bed confidently and flipped the blanket to the side, baring your body to him, both his arms encasing you as he hovered above you.
âN-Namjââ your words left you when he settled his weight on you, every ridges and corners of his body was touching you. His nose was on your neck, breathing in your scent. His hands moved from the side of your head down to your wrist, and everything he touched left goosebumps on your skin. âDonât fight this,â he whispered as he pulled your wrist above your head and kept them prisoned there.
âY-you told me weâre just going to sleep,â you reminded him, your voice shaking slightly as you felt the heat radiating from Namjoonâs body. The tension in the air felt electric, and your heart raced.
âI told you. You are safe with me tonight.â
His hard member certainly did not make you feel safe. You could feel his hardness poking your stomach, and you were no saint to not know what it meant. You were certainly not that innocent to not be affected by this. You were embarrassed with how you could feel your arousal seeping to your underwear, and you hoped that he wouldnât notice.
You jumped when you felt his tongue swiped at the expanse of your neck. You were trying to free yourself away from his hold when he nipped at your skin, sucking at it hard enough to know that it was going to leave a mark. All the while, his hips were slowly thrusting to you as though he was barely holding onto his thin control.
âDo you not feel safe, little one?â he taunted, his voice deeper than you ever heard of him. He lifted his head from your neck, his dark eyes glinting with something akin to an animalistic desire to have you. âIs the pleasure too much for you?â he asked in faux concern before thrusting his clothed cock directly to your heat. And by heavens, a moan escaped you. âOr is it not enough?â
âF-fuck, Namjoon- please!â you gasped as his hand pinched your nipple over your bra. His lips hovered over yours, so impossibly close that you knew one wrong movement was enough to make yours touched his. His cock was brutal as he humped you.
âDonât you feel safe with the desires you are feeling?â he whispered directly to your ear, his hot breath leaving tingles down your spine. âDonât you feel safe with just one cock? Do you want me to call the six of them? I bet theyâd be happy to make you come. I know Yoongi does.â
âS-stop!â
He chuckled, his thrust stopping altogether. âLittle one, youâre free. You can push me anytime you want. But you donât want to, do you?â
It was only when he pointed it out that you realized he was no longer holding you down. In fact, he hadnât for a while. You were too drunk with the sinful desire and his primal need to be with you that you didnât notice that you had the choice to push him away.
And the horrifying realization that you deliberately didnât want him to stop came crashing in.
âDonât you just want to give in? I promiseâŠno one will know. Itâs just the two of us,â he whispered seductively, his breath warm against your skin. The way his words wrapped around you felt almost hypnotic, stirring something deep within. âTurn that mind off, darling. Youâre so fucking wet,â he growled sensually. âI can feel your wetness in my thighs. You deserve this, little one. You deserve to be worship. All you need to do is to move.â
Your heart raced at the intensity of his gaze, each word wrapping around you like a vice. There was a part of you that yearned to give in, to surrender to the pull between you.
And you did.
Your hips lifted slightly to meet his, and it was all he needed before he rutted on you, the control he had snapped like a twig when you took the first step. You could feel you were getting close, his movements were all unforgiving and sensual.
âSee?â he growled, his voice low and intense, sending shivers down your spine. âI just want to take care of you, little love. We all just want to give you all you desire.â He stepped closer, the heat radiating off him like a tangible force, drawing you in. âI told you. You are safe with me. But you arenât safe from your own desires.â
You could feel something hot, something with urgency. And it wasnât long until you shuddered, you trashed with your back arched. And just like clockwork, Namjoonâs warm essence spurted out and onto his boxers.
âThatâs it, little one. Good girl.â
And as he held your body in his arms that night, he lied awake with thoughts of how to keep you. You were so beautiful. And perfect for him. You were perfect for them. He was sure that all of his brothers were thinking of the same thing: how to keep you forever.
Day 4, morning
It didnât come as a surprise when he woke up and found you gone, nor did it come as a surprise when you couldnât meet his eyes when he came down early in the morning ready to leave for the mountains. Seokjin, ever the observant, noticed the tension between the two of you. Actually, it was more so from you as you tried your very best to stick with who you thought was the safest among the seven, Seokjin and Yoongi.
Seokjin, with his soft smile and easygoing charm, had managed to pull the wool over your eyes. How could you have known that Seokjin was a wolf in a sheepâs clothing while Yoongi was only patient until he wasnât? How could you have known that they were truly far from who you thought they were?
The maknae line were already waiting by the door, talking animatedly among themselves as though all of you were just going to the mountains for a fun fieldtrip and not for the love potion cure.
It was Hoseok that broke the silence, âHow was your sleep, little one?â
âG-good,â you stammered, your eyes lifting to meet the lead CEOâs gaze, only to find him already looking back at you with an intensity that made your heart race. You quickly looked down, feeling the heat rush to your cheeks. âL-letâs go? Itâs quite a far drive.â
You swallowed hard, trying to shake off the knot of tension in your stomach. The closer you got to the mountains, the more real the journey felt, and the more daunting the implications of finding a cure. You turned to Namjoon, who stood nearby, arms crossed and expression unreadable. âAre we ready?â
It took him a moment to answer, as though weighing your question with care, his eyes lingering on you in a way that felt too heavy for casual conversation. The air between you felt thick, charged with something unspoken, and the silence stretched on, longer than it should have. âAlways ready,â he replied, though the weight of his gaze suggested he had more on his mind than just the drive ahead.
You sat quietly the whole journey. The feeling of freedom was so near, yet the implications of what happened the past three days weighed down on you. You knew things could never go back the way it was. You knew you had to leave your job and move someplace else. Despite the possibility of a cure, you knew that everything that transpired was far more complex that a simple remedy couldnât fix.
You glanced around the van, taking in the familiar faces of the men who had turned your world upside down. This was probably one of the last times youâd be in their proximity, and that thought sent a shiver down your spine. You felt both relieved and terrified at the prospect.
It was as though Seokjin, the designated driver, could hear your thoughts. He glanced up into the rearview mirror and met your eyes, concern flickering in his expression. âYou okay back there?â he asked, his voice steady but laced with something deeper, an awareness of your internal struggle.
You offered a small smile, not quite reaching your eyes. âIâm good,â you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.
You looked down at the address your friend gave you. The mountains loomed in the distance; their imposing silhouettes framed by a clear blue sky. You could hear the faint rustle of leaves in the cool breeze, a stark contrast to the tension that had built up during the drive.
Namjoon was off to the side, deep in conversation with an elderly man. You couldnât help but catch snippets of their dialogueâwords like âcureâ and âlove potionâ floated through the air, drawing your attention. You watched as the man gestured toward a narrow, winding path leading deeper into the woods.
After a few moments, Namjoon turned back to you, a satisfied smile on his face. âWe have to walk. The car cannot pass through,â he shared the information with the group.
You nodded, feeling a mix of anxiety and excitement. âHow far is it?â
âNot too far, just a little hike,â he assured you, though his eyes held a glimmer of seriousness. âAre you ready?â
Taking a deep breath, you glanced at the rest of the group, who had gathered around. The maknae line looked eager, bouncing on their feet as if they were about to embark on a thrilling quest. Yoongi leaned against a tree, his expression contemplative, while Seokjin was busy checking the supplies they brought along.
âYeah, Iâm ready,â you replied, your voice steadier than you felt. âLetâs do this.â
It was almost an hour into the hike, and your little group was nearing the top when you saw it. âThat must be it,â Hoseok said, pointing excitedly at the small house perched on the summit. It looked quaint, surrounded by trees and flowers, with smoke curling from the chimney, hinting at warmth and life within. For a moment, the sight was sereneâpeaceful even. But there was something about it that made your skin prickle, a sense of wrongness you couldnât quite shake. The beauty of it felt... too perfect. Like an illusion meant to distract. A narrow pathway led to a flight of stairs, and just as you felt a rush of exhilaration, a pained gasp broke the tranquility.
You turned around to see Jungkook wincing, his hand clutching his ankle. âJungkook!â you exclaimed, rushing to his side. He was sitting on the ground, his face contorted in pain, his doe eyes looking up at you as though he was asking for help. Beside him, Jimin crouched down, his innocent-looking face betraying none of the tension in the air. He looked concerned, but there was something about the calmness in his expression that made you pauseâsomething about the way he was sitting too still, too perfectly for the situation at hand. How he hurt himself when the path was no longer steep like before, nor was the ground slippery was lost on you. You foolishly thought that you were out of the danger zone.
"Jungkook!" you repeated, kneeling beside him, your voice trembling with concern. "What happened?â
âI think I twisted it,â he admitted, his voice strained. âIt hurts so bad, noona. P-please stay with me.â
You blinked at his request, your heart aching at the sight of him so vulnerable, but a wave of doubt swept over you. You had to make a decision, and fast. The cure was still ahead of you, and the house at the summit was growing nearer with every step youâd taken. But now, Jungkook was down, and his injury looked serious.
You glanced around, unsure what to do. You could stay with him, of course, but you werenât the only one in the group, and there were others who might be able to help him. Maybe someone else should stay with him while you continued on to the house? Just as you were about to ask Taehyung, Namjoon stepped near you and interrupted your thoughts.
âStay with Jungkook,â Namjoon urged you, glancing back at the house. âWe can take care of the cure. Donât worry.â
You hesitated, torn between the urgency of reaching the house and your concern for Jungkook. His face was twisted in pain, and you felt a pang of guilt for even considering leaving him. But the reassuring nod from Seokjin was enough to convince you that the men could handle the cure without you.
âOkay,â you finally said, your voice steadying. âIâll stay here with Jungkook.â
As you knelt beside him, your focus solely on his ankle, you completely missed the meaningful look shared between Taehyung and Yoongi, a silent conversation that hinted at something more.
âJust take a deep breath, Jungkook,â you said, gently placing a hand on his knee. âLetâs see if we can wrap this up.â
The six men trudged up the pathway leading to the small house in companiable silence when Seokjin suddenly stopped, halting the progress of the six men following him. They were almost near the house that his sudden pause caused confusion to the maknae line. It was a moment before he turned to face the group.
âHyung?â Jimin asked, his brows furrowed. âWhatâs wrong?â
Seokjin and Yoongi shared a meaningful look, their jaws set in stone and expression serious. âTaehyung and Jimin, I think you should stay guard here,â he said, his voice low and firm.
âHyung, what if you need us there-â
Namjoon, who was quick to notice the peculiar seriousness in their eldest placed a reassuring hand on Taehyungâs shoulder and faced him. He flashed him a dimpled smile as though assuring him that everything was fine. âI think what hyung means is that this way, you can look out for little one and Jungkook.â
He tilted his head slightly, catching sight of you and Jungkook, a little ways down the path, peering curiously at the house.
âDonât worry, we can handle this,â Hoseok assured the two age-mate with his charm. He gave a playful nudge to Taehyung as he stepped past them, confidence radiating from his every move. âJust keep an eye out, okay?â
With that, Hoseok entered the house, the door creaking softly behind him. The rest of the older members followed, leaving the maknae line standing in the fading light.
You didnât have to wait long before the six of them descended the path, their expressions were mixed of triumph and satisfaction, and something that you couldnât quite pinpoint. It wasnât even that long when the six of them walked down to you. Yoongi led the way, a confident stride in his step, and in his hand was a small bottle filled with a shimmering pink liquid.
Your heart raced as you caught sight of it. âIs thatâ?â
âItâs the cure, little one,â he confirmed, holding it up to the light. The liquid sparkled, catching the sun in a way that made it almost mesmerizing, almost tantalizing, almost too hypnotic that you couldnât tear your eyes away from it.
You felt your heart leap in your chest. The weight of the world seemed to lift off your shoulders, and a wave of disbelief rushed through you. You could barely comprehend it, but there it was. âWeâre freeâŠâ you said with disbelief in your tone. You were too happy that you jumped up and hugged Jungkook. âI cannot believe it!â
âWell, almost, little one,â Namjoon said, his expression shifting to something more serious. âWeâll take it at home where we can safely observe the effects. We canât risk anything happening here.â
The words hit you like a splash of cold water. For a moment, the excitement faltered, and a small knot of worry tugged at your stomach. You had been so caught up in the euphoria of it all that you hadnât stopped to consider the reality of it. There were still risks, still unknowns.
âArenât you just a little too excited about leaving us, little one?â His words were offhanded, but there was an undercurrent of something else, something you couldnât quite place.
Your eyes darted to him, surprised by the sudden comment. Jiminâs gaze was still fixed on his nails, as though the conversation were of no consequence to him. But there was a subtle tension around him, something in his posture that didnât quite sit right.
Instead of dwelling too much in what he was enunciating, you decided to face Namjoon. âRight, of course,â you said, stepping back from Jungkook and if you noticed the reluctant way he let go of you, you didnât mention. You rationalized that they were still under the influence of the potion. You just had to hold on a little bit more.
Seokjin clapped his hands together, breaking the tension. âThen letâs get moving! The sooner weâre back, the sooner we can celebrate properly.â
The ride back to the civilization was filled with different vibes, it was quiet yet there was a profound peace within the group. This time, it was Jungkook who was driving while Taehyung was in the front seat with him. Seated next to you was Yoongi who was quietly contented in engulfing your hand in his, both your hands resting on his thighs. On your other side was Hoseok who was uncharacteristically quiet until he caught you looking at him.
âJ-Jin, this is a lot,â you said, your voice barely above a whisper as you took in the lavish spread laid out on the table. Plates piled high with vibrant dishes, each one more mouthwatering than the last, sparkled under the soft glow of the lights. It was hard to believe he had managed to prepare all this while looking like he just stepped off a magazine cover.
âI want to celebrate us,â Jin replied, his smile warm and genuine.
You blinked owlishly, caught off guard. Us? What did he mean by that?
âYou know, how weâŠsurvived this.â His eyes sparkled with sincerity, but confusion washed over you. You opened your mouth to ask him to elaborate, to clarify what âusâ really meant, when suddenly, Taehyung appeared beside you. He leaned in so close that his lips almost brushed your ear, his voice teasingly conspiratorial.
âHyung is so dramatic. He wants to do a big toast before drinking the cure.â
You missed the look the two men shared over your head when Jimin walked in and tugged you to sit next to him and Yoongi. âCome on, little one. Iâm starving.â
One by one, the four other men took their seats around the beautifully set table. Directly across from you was Taehyung who was watching you intently, and beside him were Hoseok and Jungkook. On the other end of the table was Namjoon, manspreading like a king sitting in his throne. Seokjin moved gracefully around the table, setting down seven glasses that glinted like jewels, each filled with the pink liquid of the cure slushing around with every step. Your breath caught slightly as he approached, and when he stopped behind you, leaning down close, a shiver ran through you.
âAnd of course, for the lady. Only the best of wines,â he whispered, his breath warm against your ear, leaving goosebumps in its wake. You turned slightly, catching a glimpse of his serious and dark expression before he straightened, and just like that, he transformed it into a sweet smile that lit up the room. You wondered if it was just the light playing tricks on you.
âHyung, ready for the toast?â Jungkook asked, his eyes on you even as he directed his question to Namjoon.
âI think it should be our little one that we ask,â Yoongi spoke for the first time that night, his tone unexpectedly serious. He turned to you, his eyes piercing through the moment, as if trying to read your thoughts. âAre you ready for what comes next?â
You felt a knot form in your stomach, a mixture of excitement and anxiety churning inside you. âAre you ready⊠for the rest of your life, love?â Taehyung voiced, his expression uncharacteristically solemn as he toyed with his glass, tracing the rim with his fingertip.
You blinked owlishly, wondering why there were too many questions from them as though they were asking something else. But they werenât, right? They werenât implying anything more, were they?
You wanted your old life back.
You wanted your freedom back.
With a steadying breath, you raised your glass of wine, a quiet resolve settling over you. âTo our freedom,â you declared, your voice clear despite the whirlwind of emotions.
Namjoon smirked, a fondness in his eyes as he confidently raised his glass in response. âTo you, little one.â
âTo us,â Seokjin added, his voice warm as he joined the toast, and one by one, the others followed suit.
You all drank to the last sip of your drinks, the sweet, fruity flavor of the wine lingering on your tongue. Seokjinâs gaze remained fixed on you, his watchful eyes never leaving your face as he set down his empty glass. There was an intensity in his stare, an unspoken question hanging in the air, as if he were waiting for something to unfold.
And he waited.
And waited.
Until it happened.
You felt the warmth of the wine spreading through your body, a comforting buzz that made everything feel lighter, more vibrant. But in the back of your mind, there was a nagging sensation, a whisper that something wasnât quite right. The room began to tilt slightly, chatter of the CEOs was fading into a soft murmur. âS-somethingâs not right,â you whispered, turning to your ever dependable Yoongi, the one who never put you down.
Your hand was clutching his sleeves, yet he paid you no mind. You swallowed hard, feeling the weight of the liquid in you, and that nagging sensation began to twist in your gut. The wineâwas it the wine? The warmth, the lightness, the almost too comfortable feeling that was settling into your bonesâhad it been too easy? Too perfect?
âW- what was in t-that w-wine?â You asked shakily, barely a whisper, your eyes finding Seokjinâs apathetic ones.
He waited.
âSeokjinâŠâ you breathed out, your voice barely a whisper, as the fear settled in your chest like a stone.
He didnât answer. Instead, he simply stared at you, his expression unreadable as his fingers lightly drummed against the table, almost too casual, too relaxed.
The realization hit you like a gut punch: This wasnât a celebration. This was a trap.
Your vision blurred, and you struggled to focus, the faces of Jungkook, Taehyung, Hoseok, and Namjoon becoming indistinct. Slowly, your world faded to black.
The seven men watched you as Yoongi wrapped his arm around you, securing your head to his shoulder as though he didnât do anything.
âWhy⊠why would you do that, hyung?â Jungkook asked, his voice a mix of confusion and disbelief, eyes wide with shock as he processed the scene.
Yoongi remained focused on you, his other hand gently caressing your face, a gesture of comfort that felt surreal. It was Seokjin, however, who broke the silence, his voice calm and measured as he quietly sliced his food. âShe was going to leave us.â
Taehyungâs shock morphed into something deeper, worry etching lines on his forehead as he glanced between the two of them. âWe canât just keep her here!â
âShe belongs with us,â Seokjin replied softly, an edge of finality in his tone as he continued to slice his food, unbothered by the tension brewing around him.
âBut there is a cureââ Jungkook started, his voice rising in protest.
âThere is no cure, Jungkook,â Namjoon interjected smoothly, his form relaxed as he poured himself a glass of whiskey, the amber liquid swirling in the glass like a tempest. âThereâs no cure because we arenât sick.â
âThe hyungs are right, Kookie,â Jimin said, his expression softening as he held your hand close to his face, as if trying to draw strength from your presence. âWe just love her so much.â
âAnd now, sheâll love us too just as much,â Hoseok smirked, his gaze darting to the wine you had drunk.
A phone beeping continuously rose Seokjin from his slumber. His eyes fluttered open, and he looked down to find you snuggled peacefully in his arms, your face nestled against his chest. On your other side, Jimin had draped his leg over you, a content smile gracing his lips in his sleep. It was only four in the morning, yet the incessant beeping of your phone pierced the quiet.
You must have been too exhausted to not notice, he noted. Of course, why wouldnât you be when the seven men showed you just how much they loved you. And this time, you were only too enthusiastic to show them how much you adored them. With a sigh, he reached for your phone and opened your messages, curiosity piquing as he scrolled through the frantic texts.
You have to get out of there, Y/N. The effect of the love potion only lasts for 60 hours!
Y/N, honey, Iâm fucking serious. The potion wonât even be effective if they have no feelings for you.
These men are insane. They know you before this, Y/N. Youâre in danger there!
Where are you?
Seokjin scoffed, irritation bubbling up within him. He glanced down at your serene expression, blissfully unaware of the turmoil outside this moment. With a few quick taps, he deleted the messages, each one disappearing like smoke. You didnât need to know.
It didnât matter how you got here because you were here now.
And they would never, ever let you leave. As you nestled deeper into his side, he pressed a gentle kiss to the crown of your head, determination flaring within him. They would make you see that this was where you belonged, that you were one of them now. There would be no turning back.
More so now that they had access to that love potion. With just a few drops, they could weave the very fabric of your feelings, ensuring you remained anchored to them. They tasted heaven with you. What fool would let that go?
Summary:- (Y/N) misses her boys when theyâre on tour, itâs Yoongiâs birthday, and thereâs a hint of lying sprinkled into the mix.
Pairings:- Poly!BTS x Army!Reader (OT7 x Reader)
Warnings:- Poly Relationship, A Curse Word Or Two, FLOOF !!!
Word Count:- 2322
AN:- So⊠I joined the ARMY. This is me spiraling into the black hole that is this fandom. Enjoy, loveys!
The unmistakable ring of her phone was what woke (Y/N) from her well deserved sleep, making her grumble and curse at whoever had dared interrupt her rest. When she attended the call and was met with the faces of her boyfriends though, her grumpiness dialled down astronomically.Â
âDid we wake you, baby?â Namjoon and Jimin asked almost simultaneously, sharing a little laugh before turning back to the screen where their girlâs sleepy face could be seen.Â
âWhat do you think, you idiots?â (Y/N) groaned out, but softened her words with a half-smile when the boysâ faces began to showcase guilt.Â
âItâs okay; I had to get up in a little bit anyway. How are you, loveys?â Upon (Y/N)âs asking, Hoseok and Jungkook began to recount the happenings of their concert with so much excitement and vigour that no one had the heart to speak over them.
OT7 x Reader | idolverse, fansign!au | Fluff, slight crack, social awkwardness, probably seems unrealistic
(very self-indulgent, from 2-3 years ago)Â
Summary:Â You go to a fansign event for the very first time, but you canât speak Korean. How will you win over the boys?
Word Count: 5.7k
A/N: Okay so I was debating on bringing this over from AO3 for the longest time. Itâs an older one-shot and very much fuelled by the fansign fantasies many of us have had (if youâre an international ARMY like me).Â
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The anticipation was actually killing you, there was no denying it.
Somehow, things had happened and now you were waiting in the line to meet and talk to your favourite band of all time, the Bangtan Boys. Yeah ⊠things had definitely happened, and you were quite frankly still shaken at the very thought. How had you even won a ticket to the fan-meet in the first place?
You couldnât remember, not at a time like this.
The line was long, and you had already been waiting in it for about two hours since you werenât even close to the front of the line. At any other time you wouldâve been a bit bummed, but now the anticipation was eating away at you. Well, actually the main reasons were:
1. You were an international fan, and that wouldnât even be a problem if you had made an earlier trip or something.
2. You hadnât expected to win a ticket, so here you were with your rusty ass Korean skills.
3. No written hangul = no questions or easy conversation.
Summary: to Seokjin, Home consists of his human partners Namjoon and Hoseok as well as their Hybrids; the pups- named Taehyung and Jimin, their black cat- called Yoongi, and their foxboy- called Jungkook. Together they have the happiest family possible, everyone loves everyone equally.Â
So what happens when Namjoon finds you? a cat hybrid, beaten close to death left alone in an alleyway on the coldest night of the year? He takes you home, shows you his family, and together they teach you what love can be like.
PART 1: US BEFORE YOUÂ Â âșÂ a fox comes to stay.
PART 2: CAN I LAY BY YOUR SIDEÂ âș bringing you home.Â
PART 3: HOLD ME TIGHTÂ âș love requires some getting used to.Â