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[celinesilk]

𝓫𝓾𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓭 - 𝓳𝓳𝓴 𝔁 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻

prologue ~

🖤 # you’d never realised the risks of staying behind in the library past closing until you’d come to experience it. now? now, you wanted nothing more than to hide away in the shell of your body from the rest of the world.

[ pairing - rich!boxer!jungkook x f!photographer!reader ]

~ warnings/tags - profanity, mentions of illegal activities (boxing matches), jungkook is lwk weird (hiding behind bookshelves), reader is scared as shit.., jungkook is rude, not sure what else to say lolol }

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c.1

you had always thought that being quiet and reserved guaranteed you safety. that keeping your head down and working hard meant you could avoid the drama of others and the attention of those deemed dangerous. but, you were wrong.

one day out of seven, a tuesday. you’re alone in the silent school library, left to read books in your lonesome while under watch of the librarian. a student working part-time.

it’s not until you glance to the watch wrapped around your wrist that you realise you have stayed past closing time, and it’s not until you look to the desk that you realise the librarian has left, leaving you completely alone.

where had the time gone?

you pack up quietly and make movements to leave, all until the sound of falling books catch your attention. as you slowly turn to see what caused the noise, the lights switch off and your heart rate skips a beat. with the light gone, it’s takes long for you to spot a figure standing taller than you further into the library.

fear spikes your veins and leaves you in a cold sweat as you slowly back away, clutching your schoolbag to your chest rather than slinging it over your shoulder.

the figure stands still, as though it is watching you. was it?

your back hits the wooden entrance door to the library, a singular hand escapes from the hold you have on your bag and attempts at finding the knob to open the door.

you’re unsuccessful.

taking one last glance at the dark shadow, you spin around fast, hand latching tightly onto the knob and pulling at it hard. only, when you try to open the door, you realise it’s locked.

it can’t get worse than this. you begin to think, except, the heavy breathing of another behind you leads you to know that it just might get worse than this.

“please.” you strangle out through a tight tone, your eyes squeezed shut as you drop your head and avoid looking at the golden knob in case the reflection of the unknown stares back.

“what are you begging for?” a masculine voice pipes up just seconds later. a voice you grow to recognise all too well.

spinning around, you come face to face with the infamous jeon jungkook.

it doesn’t take long for you to spot the blood decorating his skin, the mess of his knuckles when you glance down to his tightened fist.

“can you open the door?” you ask, it’s soft. a tremble is noticeable through your words and jungkook smirks at the fear he causes in you.

“no can do, baby. don’t have a key.” he drawls, stepping back and turning away from you. leaving you in a nervous mess as you glance about the library in hopes of spotting anything to get out.

as you stand, looking about frantically, jungkook finds comfort in a chair at the table you had been seated at.

he sits back, arms crossed with his legs in a manspread as he briefly watches you panic before clearing his throat to grab your attention.

“sit.” he demands, his voice slicing through the fear in your head and splitting it into two. panic and worry.

minutes pass as you stand glued to the door holding eye contact with jungkook, his eyes are all that are seen due to the minimal moonlight shining through the windows above.

“i’m getting impatient.” he urges, eliciting an anxiety in you that pushes you from the door and his way, in the direction of the seat opposite him.

the legs of the chair scrape against the wooden floor, the sound of your bag dropping to the ground is loud, and you slowly slide into the chair as he keeps his eyes stuck to your own.

once you’re fully seated he parts his lips to speak, “i’ve been meaning to talk to you.” it catches you off guard, your heart stops and you will him to continue with your worried expression.

“i’ve seen the photos you take.” he acknowledges and you nod slowly, not entirely sure where he was heading with this. “i need you to do something for me.” he states, turning into the table and resting his elbows on the surface.

you scrunch your brows and speak, “i’m not sure what you’re asking here?” you speak with question and jungkook sighs out as he falls back into his seat again.

“i need you to take photos of me.” he releases in an exhaled breath and your own breath catches in your throat due to panic. “p-photos of you?” you stutter out and he rolls his eyes, “isn’t that what i just said.”

“what kind of photos?” you query nervously, “of my matches.” he responds, leaving your internal soul to float from your body. his matches.

“as in, the illegal ones?” you ponder and he simply hums, causing you to mentally strangle yourself in hopes of actually killing yourself off. “i’d be lying if i said your camera work wasn’t good.” he compliments and you briefly thank him.

“so?” he wonders after a beat of silence between you both, “what’s it gonna be?” he pushes and you sit back into your seat.

“i can’t do it.” you let out softly and he chuckles dryly, “knew you’d be too pussy.” he snarls, pushing away from the table loudly and grabbing a set of keys from his pocket; heading to the door.

“w-what the fuck?” you curse at the sight of him unlocking the door, dumbfounded by the fact he had made it aware he didn’t have keys just minutes ago.

“let me know when you have the right answer made up.” he says as twists the key and heads out the door, slamming it behind him. leaving you by yourself, again.

and rather than feeling scared of being alone, you begin to spiral at the thought of jeon jungkook being on the lookout for your answer to his request. a request you don’t want to agree to.

there’s only one thing you know from the useless luck you have from being scouted by jungkook, and it’s that you’re royally fucked.

hi! hope you enjoyed and will stick around to stay tuned for chapter one :)) comment if you want to be added to the taglist!

[zenniefox]

flock of idiots these are my comic characters! soon they'll have a story probably worth telling in the future...

[sevinseashells]

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(credits - emw.jpg on Instagram)