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—a/note: not me desappearing the whole weekend lmaoo i'm sorry!! but i felt like i was rushing things and i panicked!! so i took (more than enough) time to finish this!! i tried to not disappear again!!! happy late halloween i guess. thank you for waiting always 💗
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You squinted when, all of the sudden, a bright white spotlight hit you straight in the face.
“Jungkook,” You said as you stood in the middle of the stage of The Alley, covering your eyes, “something tells me you’re not great with the lights.”
“Well, you’re not wrong.” He laughed from somewhere backstage. “You know, my skills are very limited. I play the drums, a little bit of guitar. I cook pretty decently, too. At least that’s what the ladies tell me. I’m not very specialized in this, though.”
A second later, the entire place was bathed in red. You couldn’t help but laugh.
“Great. That’s exactly what we needed,” you muttered—loud enough for him to hear.
“Sorry, ma’am,” he said with a grin. “Everything would be a lot easier if Yoongi were here. He actually knows how to work the console.”
You fought the urge to roll your eyes.
Right, Yoongi. That was the name you’d been hearing all week. Yoongi this, Yoongi that. “Yoongi knows this better than I do,” or “Yoongi knows where that thing is, he’ll tell you,” and yes, “You should probably ask Yoongi to help you with that.” At this point, you’d stopped wasting your time wondering why the hell he suddenly knew everything about The Alley better than anyone. Minnie had told you several times, though the answer wasn’t quite convincing: he was the lawyer; he had to.
That was the answer that lay on the surface, and it made sense. Especially with the party preparations, he knew which things you could get away with and which ones could get you in trouble. What you didn’t understand was why he needed to be around all. the. damn. time.
Didn’t he have a job already?
You knew this wasn’t the only explanation, because there was no reason for Yoongi to know where the costumes from the play were stored, or the names of the students in Jungkook’s drumming classes. He was deeply involved; it went far beyond that. You just knew, but you couldn’t prove it yet.
You crossed your arms over your chest, letting the name fade in the air. “But Minnie told me you were the one who could get away with anything, aren’t you?” you told him “And you’re in charge of the console the night of the party.”
He hummed, smiling, almost too proud of himself. “And trust me, she’s right. I just need a hand and then I’m ready to go.”
You walked over towards him, pausing when you were next to him. “Is he coming today, anyway?” You asked softly, trying not to sound too curious as your eyes fixed on the lighting board.
“He better.” Jungkook snorted. “There’s a ton of stuff to do before the party.”
“Don’t remind me.” You sighed. “I’m putting him to clean the floors if he’s late.”
Jungkook let out a laugh, shaking his head as you watched him fiddling with the board, clearly guessing his way through it.
A beat of silence passed until he finally spoke again.
“So… You and Yoongi, huh?” You heard him talk under his breath. He found your eyes, slightly raising his eyebrows with curiosity.
“Me and Yoongi?” You repeat, titling your head. You caught something in his eyes, but you ignored it.
“You two have known each other since you were kids, right?” he asked.
You shifted your weight from foot to foot, lips pressing together.
“Yeah... maybe even before that,” you said, careful not to slide into memory lane. “He was already there when I was born.”
Jungkook gave a low whistle. “That’s a long time,” he murmured. “So... do you actually get along, or was that scene the other day in class just an everyday thing?”
You couldn’t help but smile, even though the memory made you cringe. You had hoped everyone would’ve forgotten about it by now, but it was clearly engraved in their minds. You could tell by the look Harriet gave you when Yoongi suddenly burst into the room and you had to keep your mouth shut, or when Yoongi approached to ask you something, all of a sudden, the kids exchanged knowing looks, like there was some kind of inside joke, like both of you were the inside joke.
No one went so far as to ask you about it, though—except Jungkook, who was trying a little too hard to sound nonchalant.
“So…” he continued, “you’ve always been close?”
“Well, depends what you mean by close” You gave a small shrug. “He’s my brother’s best friend, I guess we were friends by default.”
“Funny, though.” He commented “You two argue like you know each other way better than just by default.”
You exchanged a brief glance with Jungkook, but it felt like you stood there for a solid five minutes.
You narrowed your eyes. What was he trying to say?
“That’s because he's annoying.” You tried to brush it off, walking back to the center of the stage as you checked the notebook in your hands. The list of things to do before the party was still very long, and even more than half of them needed the help of Yoongi, who still hadn’t shown up. “And he’s late.”
It wasn’t until you saw Minnie last week, sick on her bed, surrounded by used tissues as she tried to hold back another sneeze, when you had to tell her she should step back from preparations for the halloween party.
It was clear for everyone in the building that this wasn’t just another halloween party, the moment Minnie stepped foot on the place, people drowned her with questions: when did the second DJ set start? Were strobe lights allowed in the main hall? If we set a bar in the backyard, would we need a different permit?
And yes, she had answers for everything. She was determined to do the most in record time. Ever since the last Alley meeting a few weeks ago, when Yoongi cautiously mentioned that if the fundraiser went well, they might just reach the emergency repair goal before the next council deadline, Minnie had clung to the idea like it was a lifeline, even if Yoongi had only framed it as a possibility. That, of course, until her body began to take its tool and left her sick on her bed.
“You just need to rest,” you assured her, setting her third cup of tea for the day on the nightstand. It was cold outside, but not enough to leave Minnie this sick. You both knew it was something else.
“I can’t rest. I need to finish planning the party,” she insisted, scrolling on her phone and frantically texting everyone in her contact list to make sure everything was going according to plan.
You sighed and sat at the foot of her bed. “Who’s in line after you?” you asked, searching for a solution in your head.
“No one.” She scoffed and took a sip from the cup.
You shot her a look, silently begging her to make an effort.
Minnie shook her head. “Okay, maybe Sid, probably, but he’s out of town, so yeah, no one. I’m single-handedly keeping that place from falling apart.”
“There’s got to be someone,” you murmured, biting your nails without even noticing. “What about Jungkook? He knows his way around, I’ve seen it.”
“God, no,” she whined, rolling her eyes. “I mean, he does, he really does, but he’s not up to date on all the infrastructure issues. I need to be there for that.”
“But your body is literally asking you to stay in bed right now.”
Minnie sank into the pillows, looking like she was about to cry. “But I only trust myself.”
You shook your head with a short laugh. “You can’t only trust yourself, Minnie. C’mon, there’s really no one who knows all that stuff as well as you do?”
She opened her eyes wide and nodded. “Oh, there is.” She grabbed another tissue to wipe her nose. “Not sure you’re gonna like who it is.”
You tried not to roll your eyes. Of course it was Yoongi. “You’re not serious.”
“He’s our lawyer, he has to know everything. It’s his job.”
You didn’t argue with that, it was just facts.
“But he can’t plan the party.” You assumed, and you were correct. The idea of Yoongi planning a Halloween party—or any kind of party—seemed almost too funny to picture.
“No, he couldn’t,” Minnie confirmed.
But you still weren’t out of ideas.
“What if you pair Yoongi and Jungkook?” you suggested. “Jungkook knows the place, Yoongi knows the legal stuff, they could make a good team.”
For the first time all day, you saw a smile cross Minnie’s face, though it was paired with a deep frown.
“I love Jungkook, sweetheart,” she said, voice fond. “But what gave you the impression that he knows a thing about organization?”
You laughed under your breath, knowing she was right. Jungkook wasn’t the right person to plan the party, he barely knew how to work the stage lights, but he was the last rational option you had left.
The room fell silent for a second.
Then again… there was the irrational option.
And for a moment, you tried to stop it. You tried with all your will. But when you looked at your friend in bed, already on the edge of falling apart, the feeling only grew deeper. Before you could stop it, whatever bullshit you were thinking came out of your mouth almost too easily. Almost like you wanted it.
“What about me?” You suggested, locking eyes with her.
Minnie blinked. Her brown eyes looking at you like you just stopped earth with your hands.
She let out a choked laugh, full of disbelief. “Are you kidding, or…?”
“I’m serious.” You said before you could regret it. “But only if you think I could pull it off, I mean, it’s such a big-”
“Fuck off.” She interrupted you, hopping off the pillows to kneel beside you. “Of course you could. Hell, better than me, I bet.”
You laughed, feeling your heart melt inside your chest. “I don’t think anyone can do it better than you.”
“You can.” She said, putting her hands together as if she were begging. “It’s just a party, you can do it.”
“It’s not just a party…” You reminded her with a glance.
She pursed her lips, nodding. “Okay, it is an important party.” She admitted. “But you’re the only one I’d trust with it. You and…” You could almost see the thought crossing her mind, making her suddenly stop talking. “You and Yoongi.”
“Me and Yoongi are on a truce, remember?” You said, making emphasis on the word truce like it was some kind of joke. And it was, it made Minnie laugh every time you reminded her of it.
“So, are you telling me both of you could work on this as a team without breaking this truce of yours?”
To be honest, you weren’t quite sure. The whole truce thing worked fine when you only had to exchange a few words and stay in different rooms without actually seeing each other. You hadn’t tested it to its full limit yet—but you were willing to try. For your friend’s health, yes, but also for that buzzing feeling in your chest whenever you thought about the Halloween party.
“Of course.” You promised. “I’m a professional.”
And at the time, a week ago, you had meant it.
You weren’t surprised to see Yoongi at The Alley anymore. You were used to it by now, even if at first it felt like you caught a glimpse of a ghost standing down the hallway when the lights were turned off. Now you were almost familiar with the ghost, but that didn’t mean you wanted him floating around in every corner of every room.
You looked down to your notebook with the list of things you needed to do today. It turned out, Yoongi was needed for every single thing.
There, standing in the middle of the stage under the red lights, you saw him entering through the doors, his eyes locking with yours immediately.
All at once, the lights turned green.
“Do you think the kids would like this?” Jungkook asked from backstage. “They’ve been asking me to play hyper pop.”
Yoongi walked down the aisle in a straight line, stopping at the bottom of the stairs with his hands shoved into his pockets. Today, he wasn’t wearing his usual white shirt; instead, he had on a blue flannel over a simple black t-shirt, a black cap pulled low over his head.
“Jungkook, if a green neon light hit me right in the face at a club, I’d probably die on the spot,” He said, his eyes still holding your gaze.
You snorted. “You, at the club?” You said. “Isn’t that past your bedtime?”
“Good morning to you, too.” He climbed up the stairs towards you, leaving his backpack on the stage floor.
“Good morning.” You forced a smile, trying to remember the fact that he was working for free and not that he was late. “Are you a lawyer today or an electrician?”
“I can be whatever you want.” The corners of his mouth tugged upwards into a smirk, teasing. You guessed he was in a good mood today.
“Great, I want you to be the guy who knows how to work the lights.” You pointed towards Jungkook, who looked relieved that Yoongi was finally here.
Yoongi waved at him from his place, then looked back at you. “What do you mean by bedtime, by the way?” He leaned towards you, frowning. “I’ve been to clubs.”
You blinked, a laugh already tugging at your lips. “For sure. Ten years ago, maybe. Besides, this is not a club.”
“Still counts, doesn’t it?”
“We’re testing the lights for the costume contest,” you shot back, shaking your head. “I think that’s very far from being a club.”
“Tsk. Right, that thing…” He clicked his tongue, crossing his arms above his chest. “So are you presenting the contest, huh?”
“Yeah, that’ll be my job.”
He nodded a few times, tapping one foot against the wooden floor. “And are you… wearing a costume?”
You turned to him, searching for some kind of encrypted message in his eyes, but there was none. It seemed to be just him, trying to make small talk.
“Huh… yeah. Minnie said it’s mandatory.” You bit your bottom lip, playing with your fingers. “Are you…?
“I don’t know yet.” He said “But she also told me it was mandatory, and that she would kick me out if I don’t.”
You smiled, picturing that in your mind. “That would be funny.” The room turned red again, making you close your eyes and sigh. “Can you help him?”
“On it.” He nodded. “What color?”
“Whatever you want,” you said, watching him walk right past you. “Something that won’t make the costumes hard to see.”
Yoongi leaned over the lighting board, patting Jungkook’s back in greeting. In a matter of seconds, the reflectors turned pink, blue, and white, making you glance down at your hands and clothes to check if they were visible enough under the new lighting.
You looked up to them. “Do I look alright?”
Jungkook and Yoongi looked up from the board at the sound of your voice, finding you standing at the center of the stage.
Yoongi’s eyes fell on you, noticing how the pink lights caught in your eyes and glimmered on your dark clothes, as if the colors themselves were shining straight from you. Suddenly, his heart skipped a beat, gulping.
You looked at your hands, smiling, and said something to them, but Yoongi couldn’t seem to hear anything. You looked pretty, he thought involuntarily. You were wearing a black long sleeve shirt and a black mini skirt, paired with bright red tights and ballerina flats. Your long hair cascaded across your back, slightly curly at the ends, your eyes were wide and shiny under the lights. He could see your lips moving from across the room, but the sound was just a buzz in his ears, almost like the only thing he was able to do was take in the picture of you under the pink lights.
A subtle frown made an appearance in your face. Yoongi quickly realized that you were expecting some kind of answer. He squeezed his eyes shut and opened them again, but his gaze still found its way towards the pink halo that was drowning you.
“Huh…?” Jungkook shook his head, looking as mesmerized as Yoongi.
“Do I look alright?” You repeat, this time loud enough to make them hear you. “What are you looking at? Does it look bad?”
“No, no you look perfect!”
“That’s not- No, you look fine.”
Their voices clashed with each other, making it impossible for you to hear the words clearly. Your frown got deeper. He suddenly remembered where he was.
“Okay…” you said, narrowing your eyes “Are you sure the costumes will look good?”
This time, Yoongi felt confident enough to answer. “Yeah, they will be visible.”
“Right...” You ignored their reactions, letting your eyes fall on your notebook again. “Okay, I left a few instructions there for Jungkook. When you’re finished, meet me in the back.”
Yoongi observed your body turn around almost like a dance move, swirling and making your skirt flow as you headed to the stairs to leave the scene. He could hear his heart beat on his throat, and for a second, he swore he could hear Jungkook’s heart too.
He snapped out of the trance, looking at the younger man next to him following you with his big black eyes. Slightly annoyed, Yoongi snapped his fingers several times, bringing Jungkook out of his daydream. “Okay. Back to work, kid.”
Yoongi spent almost thirty minutes trying to teach Jungkook how to work the lights properly in the way he remembered Sid teaching him. Since he handled the permits and compliance with regulations, he made sure to learn the basics of things like this, especially if he was going to be present during future inspections or emergencies. At first there was no need for him to learn all that stuff, there were people who had spent years at The Alley and knew the place like the palm of their hands, but as the place grew more short-staffed and they couldn’t afford to call in help every time something broke, he figured it wouldn’t hurt to become familiar with a thing or two.
Jungkook and him worked together trying to follow the instructions you left, and when he was sure he got everything right, he went looking for you, following your vanilla scent backstage.
It had been a week since you took full charge of the party preparations, a week since he began working alongside you as Minnie requested. It was fine, he swore it was, but as he looked ahead and realized he still had another week before Halloween, he started to feel the collar of his shirt a bit tight.
Namjoon hung around last week and looked at him with a mocking smirk plastered on his face. He passed by and muttered shit in a low voice just to annoy him, saying he seemed to be handling it well, but Yoongi just rolled his eyes, because he was, at least for a bit.
At first, Yoongi guessed it was the truce he so foolishly proposed, or the fact that you were too focused to give a damn about him, but the more time he spent with you, the more he realized that the reason why you were letting him so close was because you were happy. You had a smile on your face, you seemed excited, there was a glint in your face that he hadn’t seen in a while. Perhaps that was why you quickly got immersed in this weird dynamic where you pretended nothing ever happened, you had no time for that.
He stood beside you when you needed him, as you held the notebook in your hands and checked your bucket list for the party. He held his breath as he observed your black painted nails, the ring of your fingers, the way you wrote notes in angry red every time you didn’t like how something turned out, or when you loved it, there was no in between. He followed you around like a puppy, waiting for you to find him useful, waiting for you to get tired of him and tell him to piss the fuck off.
You didn’t.
Yet.
It was like some strange force had taken over him since the night he saw you back home. He’d wished someone had warned him that you were going to be there, that way, he could have put his thoughts in order before seeing you again. But no one did, and when he walked into the room, he felt his heart drop to his stomach, for a moment his gaze blurred. Now his mind was all over the place.
You looked so different, yet the same.
Your hair was shorter, it was still long but cut in this stylish way just like a movie star. You had lost your baby face, you wore bags under your eyes and a faint smile. You looked older, grown. It was a version of you that he didn’t get to meet, a version of you he missed out.
Your voice was the same but you talked about different things, your eyes were the same but they didn’t look at him anymore. For a brief moment, Yoongi made peace with the fact that now you were a stranger, and still, he tried to meet your gaze all evening.
You were so far away even if you were just right across the table. And he was fine with it, he had been fine with it for years. He had numbed the feeling, silenced it, buried it in someone’s backyard. He believed both of your paths were clear, that it was written somewhere, sealed in the sky and meant to happen just like this, and he stood by it for so long.
He stood by it when he found you in the backyard of your house after you went out for some air. He stood by it when he saw you at The Alley, when you were teaching the kids in the middle of the stage, and when he picked you up from Minnie’s apartment to have dinner with his mom, watching you come down the stairs as the wind made your hair flow. But when you set foot in his house after four years and sat at the table next to Nari, he felt that familiar feeling in his stomach return. Only God knew how bad it was, and how bad it could get.
Since then, Yoongi observed you like you were on a big screen, like he was far away and you were just a projection of his mind, just like you’ve been since you left. Were you on the stage, helping the kids with the script Harriet wrote and spinning around like a ballerina as you tried to help a girl to get a scene right.
He watched your hair flow around in red tights as if you were the main character in a technicolor film, like you were inside the screen and could not notice the way he pay attention to your every move, to the way you moved and the way you talked, the way your legs moved around and danced and kneeled in the floor as you observed the play, the way you laughed and smiled like he hadn’t seen in so long.
He didn’t have any right to watch you like that, not after breaking your heart like he did. He didn’t have the right to be around you, to look into your eyes, to even talk to you. He was well aware that he should be kept far away from you, as far as possible, but still, he physically couldn’t
“Are you gonna stand there staring or are you gonna help me?”
Suddenly, all his thoughts faded.
You were still turned around, with two big boxes stacked on top of each other in your hands.
Yoongi cleared his throat when you spinned around, facing him. He was quick to run to you, taking the boxes off your hands and brushing his fingers with your hands in the process. You thanked him, grabbing two other boxes and walking towards the exit without a second glance. Yoongi figured you had to decorate the theater today, for which he was not needed at all, but since he was free today he figured he could help.
You set the boxes on one of the seats, opening the first one to reveal a bunch of Halloween decorations. The place was already decorated, of course, it has been since the beginning of October, but you explained to him that you needed to go ‘all in’ for the party. It needed to be professional level Halloween decorations, those were your words.
“Is Namjoon coming today?” You asked him, pulling a bag of fake spiders out of the box.
He inhaled sharply.
“Why?” The word came out of his mouth before he could think twice.
You raised your head to look at him, but he pretended not to notice, leaving the boxes on another seat. He didn’t mean to sound abrupt, but he did anyway.
“He helped me with some cobwebs the other day.” You explained, resuming what you were doing. “Since he’s so tall and all.”
Yoongi searched for a hint of amusement in your face, but he found none. Were you really this good at teasing him?
Why was he falling for it?
Standing there, frozen in his place, he must’ve looked like a complete idiot, he was sure. What was he supposed to answer?
Right, the truth. Even if he didn’t like it.
“He’s coming later this afternoon.” He said, and he could’ve stopped the sentence right there, but no. He had to say something else. “But I can help with the cobwebs.”
You turned your whole body to face him, putting a hand on your hip as you thought about it. Something he couldn’t describe flashed in your eyes for the shortest of seconds. He could have sworn he saw the ghost of a smirk in your face.
“Mmm, I don’t know.” You said softly. “We might need the stairs.”
He bitterly scoffed. Right, you were teasing him.
Not like before, that was probably impossible. You threw a snarky comment at him and then immediately drew an invisible line. Like it was already part of you to do so, but you had decided to stop it.
Like the other night last week, when he found you in Minnie’s office with a frown on your face as you tried to figure out Photoshop. You were supposed to finish the final flyer for the party when he walked in, ready to say goodbye before finishing his day.
“What are you doing?” He couldn’t help but ask.
You were hunched over, with glasses on as you squinted at the computer, too focused to be annoyed at his presence. When you explained your situation, he dragged a chair next to you as he attempted to help you.
Yoongi didn’t know why. The truth was that he had no idea how to work Photoshop either, his presence there wasn’t useful at all. But he acted faster than he could think, as he had been doing lately, leaning in closer than necessary to look at the screen.
“This is a clear sign that you’re getting old.” He murmured next to you, grabbing the mouse and clicking some stuff to try to get the font right. Needless to say, he wasn’t doing much better than you.
“If I’m getting old, then what are you?” You murmured, crossing your arms above your chest and leaning back on the chair.
“You know you’re gonna be thirty soon, right?” He teased, still pretending he knew what he was doing.
You laughed despite yourself. “I’ve got a few good years before that happens. I’m practically a teenager.”
“You certainly act like one sometimes.” he said, the corner of his mouth twitching, his gaze flicking to yours for just a beat too long before he looked back at the screen.
You held an accusing finger towards him. “Watch it.”
He laughed under his breath. It was too dangerous, but every interaction, every word, every shared glance made him feel like he was floating on a cotton candy cloud. It was sweet and sticky and left him wanting more, but it faded too quickly on his tongue.
Then again, you always felt that way, so close but so far away. Always slipping through his fingers.
When he looked at you, he saw your glasses slipping down the bridge of your nose and your hair messy, probably from how many times your hands had run through it. He had to stop himself from asking if you wanted him to walk you home. He had been stopping himself from doing many things lately.
Just two days ago, he was reviewing The Alley’s permit documents and you were decorating the office as if it was as important as the party preparations. He felt his whole body temperature rising as if he had a fever.
“Okay, so the fire exits are all marked, the lights are compliant… but the emergency ladder by the stage still hasn’t been inspected,” He murmured, crossing his arms above his chest.
Yoongi heard you getting closer, but he only felt you when you peeked over his shoulders, eyes narrowing at the papers that were spread around like a battlefield. “That’s bad, I assume.” You said in a low voice, your breath close to his ear.
“Depends,” He said, feeling your shoulder brush with him as you stood beside him “If it’s not done by the council inspection, they could fine us, or worse.”
You leaned beside him, “You mean they could shut us down over a ladder?”
He nodded. “Wouldn’t be the first time something small turned into a disaster.”
“Perfect,” you said dryly, reaching for the pen in his hand without asking, your fingers brushing his.
His fingers twitched, his brain short-circuiting for half a second at the warmth of your touch. He didn’t mean to notice, didn’t mean to hold his breath, but he did.
“And what does ‘wiring compliance’ mean? Is that the lights, or the fog machine that almost killed Jungkook last week?”
Yoongi huffed, the corner of his mouth twitching. “Both. But mostly the fog machine.”
You let out a small groan. “You make it sound like this place is held together by tape.”
“Well…” he tried to joke, making you nudge his arm with your elbow.
You turned to him then, brushing a strand of hair out of your face. His eyes followed the movement before he could stop himself, your soft jaw, the curve of your neck, the faint glint of a thin gold chain just under your black t-shirt.
He was spiraling. His thoughts were faster than him, louder than him.
He closed his eyes shut, pinching the bridge of his nose with his fingertips. God, he had to focus. He couldn’t be acting like this around you, he couldn’t be acting like this ever.
“Yoongi…?” You titled your head, voice soft. “Are you okay?”
No, he was not.
His name rolling off your tongue with so much ease made his stomach churn. He could feel his face growing hot, his thoughts were all over the place.
“Yeah, I just…” He sighed, “It’s just a headache.”
This wasn’t normal behavior, no. This was psychosis.
Or not. Perhaps he just needed to sleep. Or perhaps he needed to be kept away from you, just like he had been for the last four years. Perhaps he needed to go back to the life he’d been living — a life without you — where he came home from his boring job to his boring apartment, crawled into his too-big bed, and watched some boring show until he fell asleep, only to have a boring dream. Even his dreams were boring; it was like he didn’t allow himself to dream fully anymore. Maybe he never did.
And he was tired. He had been for quite a while. He felt his heart beating a little quieter with each passing day as he tried to ignore it.
But this life, the one he built with so much precision, was predictable. There were no surprises, no miscalculations, it was normal. He had his mom, he had Simon, he had Namjoon, he had Summer.
Right, Summer.
Summer, Summer, Summer.
Summer, who deserved someone who didn’t stare at other girls for way too long, or someone who didn’t think of someone else every waking second. Someone who didn’t doubt every choice they’ve ever made when they crossed looks with another girl.
The worst part was that Yoongi knew you weren’t just another girl. You were the girl with horns on her head, looking at him with angel eyes — the only one who had ever driven a stake through his chest. The only one he ever loved.
He wondered if Summer could feel it that day at the coffee shop. If she could sense it in the air, if she could hear his heart beating when he saw you across the room. It wasn’t right, none of it felt right.
Yoongi knew he was out of line, there was no need for anyone to remind him (Namjoon had already done it multiple times). But he insisted on it, tried to convince himself that was the life he chose, he was not going to regret it now.
It was too late.
There was a moment in time where a dangerous thought sneaked inside his mind every night. He would trade all of it if he could have you. That was exactly why he needed to leave you behind, even if it hurt in his bones, he had to let it go. He needed to. Even if he didn’t want to.
A few hours later, he tried to remind himself of it, but the universe thought otherwise.
“How’s your brother, by the way?” Yoongi heard the low voice of his so-called friend asking.“I haven’t seen him in a while.”
Kim Namjoon, or as Yoongi renamed him in his head, the traitor. Namjoon was the friend all the girls were always curious about. Yoongi had lost count how many times people had asked him if his friend was single, he had this charm that drove girls crazy. Yoongi never felt threatened about it, not until he decided to tease him with it every time you were in the room.
Yoongi observed you giving him a bright smile, climbing on the stairs and hanging up yet another cobweb beside him as he hung a big green sign on the wall. “He’s fine, working a lot as always.” You answered, clearly delighted at the sight of Namjoon’s skills.
“He’s not coming to the party, I assume.” Namjoon laughed, showing off his dimples.
“Oh, no. He’s too cool for that.” You laughed along with him, making Yoongi feel like someone just punched him in the stomach. “He bought a few tickets for the raffle, though. But I doubt he would be interested in any of the prices.”
“C’mon, wouldn’t he be interested in a tarot reading session?” His friend joked, and Yoongi would’ve laughed if it didn’t feel like he was flirting with you. He was already thinking the exact way he was going to punch Namjoon when he found him alone.
You chuckled “He would roll his eyes at that.”
“Sounds like someone I know.” Yoongi said from the stairs, intruding in the conversation.
The room went quiet for a moment. If it weren’t for the sixth Justin Bieber song playing in the background (Jungkook was testing the DJ set), it would’ve been completely silent.
One of the things that scared Yoongi the most about you, was the fact that you weren’t afraid to look him directly in the eyes, and right now you were piercing through his soul.
“Me?” You asked, playing nonchalant. “I like tarot.”
“I know you like tarot.” He simply said “I meant the eye-rolling thing.”
You shot a quick look at Namjoon, who was smiling with his eyes.
“I suppose you’re quite similar to your brother.” He said, trying to save the awkward moment.
“You think?” You sighed, going back to ignore Yoongi “I always thought we were so different. As different as people can be.”
“You are.” Namjoon confirmed, and Yoongi suppressed the urge to roll his eyes, what the fuck did he know? “From what I remember from high school he was, uh… something. And nothing like you, but somehow, similar.”
You snorted, probably knowing exactly what Namjoon meant. Simon was not just a player, he was the player. A complete menace.
“My mom always said that.” You nodded, looking down at your notebook. “Like there are parts of him in me and parts of me in him. I don’t think I fully understood what she meant, though.”
Yoongi climbed down the stairs, standing in front of you yet far enough so his heart wouldn’t start beating too fast. He bent his knees just enough to look at you eye to eye. “You have the same smile lines.”
He, more than anyone, knew how similar you were to Simon. He knew both of you like the palm of his hand, you had the same laugh, and the same shape of eyes. Neither of you liked sea food and you pouted the same way when you were upset. There were huge differences, tough; you were way prettier than him, way funnier, and had way better taste in music and in movies.
Yoongi ignored it for years, but being around his friend reminded him constantly of you, not only because Simon always talked about you, but because he was an older version of you.
But then, it clicked just a second after. That wasn’t something he was supposed to say out loud.
There were no rules between the two of you beyond the truce, no agreement had been made of how to act around each other, besides trying not to kill yourselves when working together. And if they were, he had forgotten all of it.
It was ridiculous, he knew. It was laughable, he was sure you would laugh at him in another situation. He tried to set boundaries, yet the urge to break each one of them every time you looked at his direction was overwhelming.
You blinked, startled, but he could tell you tried to hide it.
“I…” You said, and it sounded like you were holding your breath. “I guess we look quite similar.”
You stared at him for what it felt like hours, days, months, years, but it was not enough time to decipher what you were thinking. You looked at him as if you were trying to tell him something, a secret message, something only the two of you could understand, but he failed to understand.
And as fast as it came, it left. You looked down at your feet, cleared your throat and tried to act as if nothing happened, as if your eyes didn’t burn through his soul, as if he didn’t fuck this up once again.
“Uh… I have to go.” You said. “I have to- I forgot something.”
You turned around, walking towards the exit of the theater, leaving Yoongi with a hole in his chest.
But it wasn’t your fault, no. It was his. It had always been.
He stood there, staring at the exit as if he was waiting for you to come back.
“Dude, you’re such an idiot.” He heard Namjoon talk, making him lose his train of thought.
Yoongi rubbed his eyes, sighing. “Fuck you, I know.”
Little did Yoongi know that was just the beginning of his downfall.
For the rest of the week, Yoongi tried to escape from you.
Or at least that was how it felt.
He did his job, stood there when you needed him, but as soon as he was done, he disappeared. Maybe he was panicking, but he believed it was for the best, he no longer could allow himself to lose his mind every time you were around. He had to focus, and avoiding you seemed to be the most logical option, right?
He tried really hard, even if the universe seemed to be laughing at him.
It was like something was putting you in his way. On the hallways, on tiny closets, bumping in the kitchen when he was just trying to make himself a coffee. Brushing fingers when you handed him something, brushing shoulders when you walked past him. The other day you almost bumped foreheads with each other when you were trying to make your way towards the stage.
But then again, he was reminded that he was the one who put himself in that place.
He only had himself to blame, he couldn’t hide the truth even if he wanted to. It was laid in front of everyone’s eyes.
The Alley was one of the last places in this town that still held your essence. For the big hall, to the chairs of the theater and the room where he kissed you for the first time. The logical thing would be to stay away from it, to elongate his way home just to avoid passing by this street and never visit it again, but ever since that cold morning four years ago, he couldn’t seem to be kept away from it.
He was the one who offered legal help, the one who decided to be involved in every single detail, to come to help when he was not working, to let this place occupy his mind.
He was a logical man, of logical thoughts and logical actions. But this was the only thing he couldn’t explain with rational thinking .Yoongi knew the answer was so simple, yet so painful.
Of course it was because of you.
You.
Even if you weren’t there, it was always you.
“Yoongi.”
He raised his head towards the owner of the voice.
You, again.
He nodded in agreement, even though he didn’t have a clue what you were saying.
You laughed under your breath. “So?”
Yoongi was sitting front row in the theater, counting the minutes to leave and take a nap. The Alley was showing Scream before the party, so that meant he had about two hours to sleep and prepare before showing up.
Minnie was finally back again, so that meant the day was a whirlwind of activity. She paraded around full of energy, filling every corner of the place with screams of excitement, anger, and joy. It made Yoongi miss you in charge, even if you were still strict and people were intimidated by you, you spoke softer, calmer.
You were sitting on the edge of the stage, right in front of him, with your phone in your hands. Yoongi noticed that you were wearing purple glitter in your eyes today, he figured it had to do with the holiday, but what made him pay attention was the hint of amusement in your face… What did you just ask him?
“Sorry, I zoned out for a minute.” He said, shaking his head. “What were you saying?”
“Minnie is asking what are you wearing tonight.” You showed him the screen of your phone, shaking it in front of his face.
“Uh…” He hesitated to reply, because maybe he should save the answer for himself. “I don’t know, I’ll figure something out with what I have.”
You shot him a glare. “She’s not going to be happy about that.”
“I’ll make her happy enough.”
At least he learnt to keep his mouth shut. Or something like that.
He didn’t want to tell you that Summer had texted him this morning asking him the same question. She had been asking the same thing for days now, and each time she received the same answer, so she had decided to take the matter in her own hands.
Yoongi had no idea what that meant, but Summer told him not to worry about it and that she would handle it. It scared him a little.
You kept texting, probably informing Minnie about his situation. He could already hear the amount of insults he would receive if he didn’t show up in a costume, for a moment he prayed that Summer’s back up plan worked.
He sank deeper in the chair, already tired.
He should’ve been home by now, but for some reason he prolonged his time there, claiming that he wanted to help until the last minute in case something went wrong.
And you should’ve been home, too. But you were there, enjoying the silence in his company like you had been doing every day for the past two weeks. And for some strange reason, it wasn’t weird.
It wasn’t comfortable either, Yoongi knew this. But it was like you began acting in this automatic way where feelings weren’t allowed, he could tell. He wished he could do the same, but instead he found himself getting lost in his thoughts more often than he wished.
There, with his arms crossed, his eyes fixed on your knees. You were wearing combat boots, a plaid dark purple skirt and a black sweater. The gold chain wrapped around your neck.
The gold chain.
Wrapped around your neck.
There he goes again.
Trying to snap out of it, he asked “What are you wearing?” He could only hope he didn’t sound too awkward, but you seemed to be used to him by now. You didn’t flinch when he talked to you, you didn’t look like you wanted to kill him… all the time.
You shrugged, your feet swinging back and forth. “I didn’t have much time to think. I’ll come up with something, too.”
That night, The Alley was wrapped in cobwebs and flashing neon lights coming from the laser projector. The laughter cut through the loud music, the fog machine was breathing in and out like an old lung, the whole place smelled like weed, smoke and melted wax. Even if The Alley didn’t have the highest of budgets, it managed to disguise the whole place as a haunted house.
The movie ended long ago, so people in costumes were dispersed all over the halls, the bathrooms, the kitchen, the bar and the backyard. There was a buzz in the air, something that made his heart pound.
Most nights, the weak yellow lights barely reached the ceiling, but tonight seemed like a completely different place, like a memory buried deep inside Yoongi’s mind.
In the end, Summer had somewhat saved him. She arrived at his apartment with nothing more than a red vest in her hands, making Yoongi more confused than he already was.
She was wearing this sparkly pink dress, a glittery crown and had a magic wand in her hand. Her hair was tied up in a half pony tail and her lips were so glossy they shined.
“I’m Glinda!” She explained with a smile on her face. “And you’re supposed to be Fiyero.”
That didn’t make Yoongi less confused, as if he knew what any of those words meant, for his sake, he decided to go along with her.
Luckily, Summer made sure that Yoongi understood their costumes. “It’s from Wicked.” She said, rolling her eyes. “Glinda is Fiyero’s girlfriend.”
Then, Summer proceeded to talk about the new movie and the plot, the characters, the songs, but she made Yoongi promise to keep a secret: she didn’t watch it all the way through. He couldn’t blame her, because he hadn’t seen it either.
He was thankful that she saved him, but the idea of a couple’s costume made his stomach twist.
It wasn’t like he didn’t like Summer. He did, he had never dated someone for this long. She was funny, kind and his mom loved her. Those were the main reasons why he decided to ask her out, and why he kept spending time with her. But lately it felt like coming down from a high, it felt right at first, like something like he was supposed to do, but soon enough felt wrong. He was too afraid to admit it, to say it out loud, to accept the fact that he didn’t feel anything when he kissed her.
He tried to be rational, he tried. Why wouldn’t he want to be with her? She was beautiful and nice, she was there, with the whitest of smiles, willing to make this night worth it, he figured he should. He had to.
He put on the vest on top of his white shirt and hoped that Minnie would think this was an acceptable costume. If he was lucky, no one would ask him about it. If he was lucky, he could pass unnoticed for the rest of the night and go to bed early.
Perhaps you were right, this was way past his bed time. He wasn’t used to parties like this anymore, maybe when he was twenty and Simon dragged him to frat parties just to get drunk out of their minds on a Wednesday, but now it was a completely different story. Regardless of that, tonight the thread in his chest was pulling him in, making him stay.
And then, he saw you.
He was a bit late, so the party had already started by the time he arrived. It was full of people, more than Yoongi would’ve imagined, and he thought he was safe because maybe he wouldn’t see you for a while at first, but when he walked into the room, you were the first thing he saw.
He pretended he didn’t feel it, but it wrecked a part of his soul. Seeing you there, coming down the stage wearing a short strapless black dress, too short for his own sake, green tights and a pointy witch hat over your head. He was hit by a flashback so vivid it made him dizzy.
You, on a black dress.
You, on top of him.
You, on his bed.
When he turned right, there was Summer. Bright and flashy and full of excitement. She saw you too.
Before Yoongi could snap out of it, Summer grabbed his arm, dragging him directly in your direction. “Oh my God, let’s go say hi!” She exclaimed, cheerful.
Not this again.
She surfed through the sea of people, trying to reach the stage where you were still standing, in the last step of the stage. It wasn't that high, but you were eye to eye with him.
Your eyes caught his, sparkling under the neon lights in the dark. You had a dark but subtle make up that made your gaze sharper and glossy lips. You held his stare for a second and then, your eyes fell on Summer.
“You look stunning!” She yelped as soon as she got the chance.
You seemed surprised and a bit startled, but there was no bitterness in your eyes, no sign of being upset, not like last time you encountered the two of them.
“You actually came.” You said softly, your tone light. His chest tightened at the casualness.
“We did.” he muttered, tugging at the collar of his Fiyero outfit like it could shield him from yet another uncomfortable situation. You, however, didn’t seem shaken at all. There it was again, that smile that decorated your lips when you were working in the play, when you were decorating the halls, when you were testing the DJ set. You seemed happy.
“I had to make him dress up.” Summer explained to you as if you were friends, but you didn’t seem to mind.
“I figured that much.” You smiled gently, taking a good look at their outfits. “So… Glinda?” You glanced at Summer. The motion sent a shiver down Yoongi’s spine.
Summer nodded repeatedly, probably relieved that you were in a good mood tonight. “And are you Elphaba?”
“I don’t know, I guess I tried?” You scrunched your nose “What about you, Fiyero?”
He shook his head, trying not to roll his eyes. “Don’t ask me any questions.”
“I knew you weren’t that fun. I bet you didn’t even watch the movie.” You accused him, making Summer laugh.
“I have a costume, don’t I?” He sighed.
“Barely.” You said, turning to Summer again. “You look beautiful by the way.” Summer almost melted on the spot. “There's an open bar until one a.m, and pizza in the kitchen. Enjoy the night.”
You reached the floor, waving goodbye and disappearing into the crowd, leaving both of them speechless.
As soon as he reached the bar, he asked for a beer.
“Never thought I’d see you drunk.” Jungkook’s bubbly voice filled Yoongi’s ears as they leaned on the wall, watching the party unfold.
“I’m not drunk.” He said, taking the beer bottle to his lips one more time.
The room was dark, and he could barely see the faces of the people dancing in front of him, or where Summer was, or who took her to dance after he told her that he preferred to stay there for a while.
“Yeah, and I’m not high.” Jungkook laughed. He was dressed as a skeleton, he had a black body suit clung to his frame, the bones were printed down his chest and arms, but he was still wearing dark jeans and combat boots. Still, the most impressive part of his outfit was the make up on his face, it looked like it was done in a hurry and yet it looked impressive enough. There was black paint smudged under his eyes and jaw, making his bone structure more noticeable. He told him one of the girls from the staff offered to do it for him ten minutes before the party started.
It wasn’t too elaborate, but it earned him the third spot in the costume contest. He had been wearing the brown medal on his neck all night, absolutely proud of it.
Yoongi checked the clock on his phone and realized it wasn’t even one am, and even if he wouldn’t admit it, it was too early to be this drunk.
Still, he kept drinking.
“What do you think of her?” The question travelled through the loud sound of S&M by Rihanna, making him raise his gaze to look at Jungkook looking at a specific point in the dancefloor.
A bit confused, he followed Jungkook’s gaze and froze.
You were dancing with Minnie, laughing and breathless in the center of the crowd, your body moving to the beat as if the music was part of you. The lights kept shifting, washing over your bare skin in flashes violet and red, tracing the curve of your neck, your legs. Your hair was loose, flowing all over the place.
He gulped. “What about her?”
Jungkook laughed under his breath, as if it was obvious. “I’ve been thinking of asking her to dance.” He confessed. “Or is it too soon?”
He forced a small laugh, even though his throat felt dry.
“Too soon?” He repeated, his eyes glued to you like he was hypnotized.
“You know, she just got out of a relationship with that asshole.” Jungkook explained, bringing the disgusting image of your ex to Yoongi’s mind.
“Ah, that fucker, yes.” He hummed. “But you’re worrying about the wrong thing, kid. I think you’d have to actually reach her first.”
Jungkook chuckled, not catching the edge of his voice. “C’mon, man. I may not be a movie star, but I’m good enough.”
He was right. Jungkook was no movie star, but he was exactly the type of guy you used to drool over when you were fourteen watching MTV. The kind of guys were tall, had piercings and dressed all in black, which made Yoongi shift uncomfortably.
He tried to focus on the music, on the crowd, on anything else beside you, but every small movement you made seemed to burn itself into his mind.
Jungkook was okay, but you were a different kind of girl. Way out of everyone’s league, even his.
“Well, maybe for any other girl.” He shrugged, trying to sound detached. “But for her? You’re aiming… pretty high, don’t you think?”
Jungkook paused for a second, but Yoongi was in a haze, way too drunk to try to imagine what was happening in Jungkook’s mind, way too drunk to care. “That sounds like a challenge to me.” He said with a grin.
Jungkook stepped forward, leaving his place next to Yoongi to dive into the crowd towards you, but you didn’t notice him yet, you were too caught up in the music.
Yoongi tried to follow each movement in the dark as he felt his stomach tighten, his hands twitching, itching to do something, say something, even if he knew it was wrong.
Maneater by Nelly Furtado began blasting when Jungkook reached you, you noticed him and smiled, grabbing the hand he just offered to you.
The fact that you’ve barely spoken to him during the whole night was almost painful, which was ridiculous. He came with someone else, and you were free to do whatever you wanted, even if that was dancing with Jungkook.
Jungkook pulled you towards him, making you giggle as he made you spin. Yoongi wanted to look away, to stop paying attention to the grip of Jungkook’s hands on your waist, or the way your hips moved, the way your hair danced with you, but he couldn’t. Maybe because he knew that was all he had, that was what he had to settle for.
So he observed from the dark corner of the room where nowhere could see him. He had his eyes so focused on you as if you were about to disappear at any moment. Maybe you were, maybe this was just an oasis in the middle of the desert, a brief moment where you appeared, wrecked his word, made him doubt himself until you broke him, and then you would disappear back to your normal life. A life without him.
Then, when the song ended, right before another one began, you looked around and accidentally glanced back briefly, catching his eyes as he took another sip of his beer. Neither of you said or did anything, nor an acknowledging smile or a vague wave, the both of you stood in the distance, staring at each other with eyes filled with poison.
It was three a.m when Yoongi thought the night should be over, but no one seemed to agree with him. The party was still at its peak, the music was still blasting from the speakers, people kept dancing, drinking, kissing.
He had already danced a little when Summer begged him to, he had drunk more than enough, talked a bunch of nonsense with Namjoon all night, tried to ignore you dancing with Jungkook and focus on the girl beside him, the girl he had come here with in the first place, but it was difficult to focus on anything at all when he was this drunk.
The night wasn’t going any faster either. It dragged slowly, the way he figured it would go when you felt this miserable.
Now he was ready to leave and end this night once for all. Summer had gathered her things and seemed to have had enough of it as well, but when he was about to be out the door, Minnie appeared behind him, her voice tight with exhaustion. “There’s a problem backstage with the cables and the fog machine. It’s cutting in and out.”
He frowned, confused, why would she want him to fix that right now? He wanted to tell her to turn it off and call it a night. “Right now?”
Minnie pouted, putting her hands together in a plea. “Pretty please. I won’t ask anything else from you.”
“I highly doubt that.” He let out a chuckle, too tired to fight back.
“What if it explodes?” She exaggerated, but she was right, and he was already drunk enough to feel confident he could handle it.
“Alright, take me there.” he muttered, leaving Summer behind for a moment.
She took him to a tiny storage space behind the stage, full of coiled cables and equipment. There was a faint yellow light that poorly illuminated the tight closet, which made Yoongi aware that he was not as sober as he thought, but he was going to try anyway. The fog machine sat on the floor, making a loud sound that almost left Yoongi deaf.
“Here, look at this,” Minnie said, pointing to a tangle of wires. “It’s probably just a loose connection, but-”
“Got it,” Yoongi interrupted, already crouching beside the mess, taking in the problem. “Where are the tools?”
Minnie straightened, rubbing her temples. “Hold on, they are in another room. I’ll be back.”
Then, he left him there, sitting on the floor with his back pressed against the wall. The only sound in the tiny room was the old fog machine who threatened to kill him at any moment.
He was supposed to be on his way home by now. He was hot, tired, drunk and needed a glass of water and maybe a shower too. His whole word was spinning, he was just realizing.
After a few minutes, he heard steps approaching, but it wasn’t Minnie’s hurried pace he was so used to hearing. He saw your feet covered by your green tights first, it looked like you had gotten rid of your shoes a long time ago.
“What’s that sound?” You asked, making him glance up. You stood there with the box of tools in your hands. Your cheeks were flushed, and your witch hat was gone, probably lost somewhere on the dance floor after one of those spins Jungkook had pulled you into. That’s what Yoongi imagined, anyway. “What are you doing on the floor?”
Yoongi blinked and returned to his crouched position beside the fog machine. “What are you doing here?” He asked, narrowing his eyes to look at you clearly.
You knelt down next to him, careful not to step on the scattered cables. The hem of your black dress shifted higher, but you didn’t notice or maybe you didn’t care. You just swept your hair over one shoulder so it wouldn’t get in the way. “Minnie handed me the tools and sent me here, I think it was because Thrilled started playing and she didn’t want to miss it.” Yoongi couldn’t help but laugh. He was there fixing this mess and she was out on the dance floor. “What are you doing, by the way?” You asked curiously.
“Minnie asked me to fix it,” he muttered, his voice rough and slightly slurred.
Yoongi averted your gaze, pretending to focus on the mess of wires in front of him. He grabbed his phone from his pocket and turned on the flashlight since the weak light on the ceiling was useless.
“She really couldn’t wait until tomorrow?” you asked, your voice carrying that teasing softness he knew too well.
“She said the fog machine was the soul of the party,” he said, rummaging through the box until he found a screwdriver. His hands weren’t steady—too much alcohol, too little patience—but he started tightening the loose clamp anyway, muttering something under his breath as if the wires could hear him.
You leaned in, close enough for him to catch the faint smell of your plump perfume over the smell of the old closet. “She’s not lying, though.” You said, grabbing the phone off his hands without permission, your hands brushing together without care.
“Are you sure?” He asked before he could stop himself. “I thought you were the soul of the party.”
You scoffed, “Why is that?”
“I don’t know.” He said so low it might as well could be a whisper. “You danced all night long with that kid.”
“Jungkook, you mean?” He hummed in response. You tilted your head, pretending to think. “Well, I had to make up for those who weren’t dancing.”
Yoongi snorted, half amused. “I danced.”
You shot him a look, it was playful, but it felt way too intimate. “If that’s what you call dancing, sure.”
He twisted a loose wire between his fingers, pretending to focus on it. “So you were watching.”
“I paid attention.” You hummed. Maybe you were a bit drunk, too, otherwise you wouldn't be so willing to help him at this hour of the night. “Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”
“No.” He let out a low chuckle without looking up, “I mean, yeah. Don’t worry. I’m just… not in my five senses right now.”
“You’re drunk.” You said, laughing under your breath. “But it’s okay, I am too. And a little high.”
“I’m not drunk.” he muttered, squinting at the mess of wires like they were moving on their own. “Not that drunk, anyway.”
You arched a brow, the corner of your mouth twitching. “Should I trust you not to set this place on fire?”
“No, not at all.” He chuckled, ignoring the way you rolled your eyes.
There was a pause, a quiet silence despite the loud sound of the fog machine and the music outside. Yoongi thought that was it, the end of the conversation. A rare glimpse of you, and the version he used to know, until-
“So…” You said, making him flinch. “You didn’t watch Wicked.”
“I can’t say I did.” He shook his head, forcing himself to focus on the tangle of wires. “I just wore what she gave me.”
She. It was ridiculous. He couldn’t even bring himself to say her name in front of you.
“Obviously,” you muttered, letting out a small sigh.
“Why?” he asked, glancing at you from the corner of his eye. “Am I not the target audience for Wicked?”
“Well, no. I don’t think so,” you said, tilting your head slightly. “But also because… you should know this, Fiyero and Glinda are a terrible choice for a couple’s costume.”
“Why, exactly?” His curiosity got the better of him.
“Mmm… because Fiyero doesn’t end up with Glinda at the end.”
His gaze lifted, locking onto yours. “Is that right?” You hummed, nodding, “Who does he end up with, then?”
Yoongi watched his lips twitch into a smile, but you shook your head. “I wouldn’t want to spoil it for you.”
It sent him into a spiral. The light of his flashlight illuminated your face, catching the way you slightly bit your lower lip,soft, and tempting. His chest tightened as his eyes traced the curve of your mouth, the mouth he had kissed so many times.
He tried to look away, but couldn’t. His gaze drifted down, to your defined jaw, your exposed neck and the faint shimmer of the gold chain resting just above the curve of your chest, the low neckline of your dress in front of him and the heat pooling in his stomach, making impossible to focus on whatever the fuck he was supposed to be fixing.
“Be careful, Fiyero.” You suddenly said, pushing his chin up with your finger. “I might hex you if you stare too much.”
Yoongi cheekily smirked, not ashamed at all for being caught, “I think I’m already cursed.” He murmured.
You swallowed, looking at him like he just said something he wasn’t supposed to.
A beat of silence stretched between you before he spoke again, too fast, like the words had been sitting on his tongue for hours.
“It’s not a couple’s costume,” he blurted out.
Your eyebrows drew together. “What?”
“Me and Summer…” He exhaled sharply, shaking his head. “It’s not- we’re not-”
You tilted your head, eyes narrowing. “It’s not what? Not serious?”
“No, I mean- I think what I want to say is that it’s nothing.”
You pressed your lips together, and for a moment, he thought you were going to laugh at him. “You don’t need to explain anything to me.”
He clicked his tongue, nodding. “I know.”
But you held his haze, watching his parted lips, waiting for him to say something else, to explain himself, to give you a different answer, and then, the machine hissed loudly, letting out a burst of white smoke that made the two of you flinch.
“See? Not that drunk.” He whispered, his face way too close to yours.
You drew in a sharp breath, chest rising and falling. Something shifted in your eyes—Yoongi couldn’t place what—but it made you pull back and stand up immediately.
He rose to his feet right after you, your eyes still locked. You pressed his phone into his chest, returning it, and his hand closed over yours.
For some reason, you didn’t pull away.
Yoongi’s gaze flicked down to your mouth and back up, feeling the heat of your stare. “That still gets me, you know.”
You blinked, caught off guard. “What?”
“The way you look at me,” he murmured, voice low.
Opening your eyes widely, you shook your head in denial. “You’re imagining things now.”
“Maybe.” He leaned slightly, closing the space between you and him bit by bit. “But if I am… You’re not exactly running.”
You stiffened for a moment, dropping your cold hand from his soft grip, but you were unable to escape his proximity. Your eyes flicked to his lips before darting away.
“I should go.” You murmured so low it might as well have been a secret.
“Then go.”
But you didn’t, and neither did he. The fog from the machine curled around your ankles, a soft white haze that made the closet feel smaller than it already was.
Yoongi exhaled slowly, “Can I ask you what’s happening?” His voice was rough, hesitant. The alcohol could have made it easier to ask, but harder to articulate.
You swallowed, rubbing your eyes with the palms of your hands. “Nothing is happening.” Your words were almost a whisper, and your gaze dropped to the floor for a moment before flicking up at him again. “You’re drunk.”
“But it is.” He rubbed the back of his neck, swaying slightly on his feet. “Because I can’t-because I shouldn’t. But… here we are.”
Dead silence stretched, thick and suffocating. You didn’t know what to say, he already knew.
“Don’t you remember what you told me that day?” you finally murmured. His gaze searched for any sharpness in your eyes, but there was none. You looked at him with tenderness, like a past memory, an old feeling.
“I remember everything,” he admitted, and for a moment, you looked down at your feet, as if trying to anchor yourself.
“I do too,” you whispered. “You told me it shouldn’t have happened. That it was best to forget… for everyone’s sake. Didn’t you say that?”
He nodded slowly. His chest ached, a hollow squeeze in his heart. “Yes,” he murmured. “But… what if I’m the one who can’t forget?”
You didn’t answer, just shifted slightly, and he stepped closer, the space between you shrinking. His arm lifted, resting against the wall beside you, caging you.
His eyes flicked down to your lips, then back to your eyes, searching, daring. The closet felt impossibly small, the fog machine’s hiss and the hum of the wires fading into the background.
For a heartbeat, the world narrowed to the two of you. “Yoongi, it’s been years…” You said, “I did exactly what you told me, what can I do now?”
“I know, I know.” He swallowed, his throat tight, as if the words themselves were heavy. “It’s just… I’m tired. So tired…”
The world around him blurred, the air was too heavy. He didn’t understand why you hadn’t left, why you hadn’t punched him, cursed him, or sent him straight to hell along with all his regrets. And yet, here you were, standing so close he could feel the warmth radiating from you, listening.
“Yoongi… do you know…” Your voice trembled slightly, taking a deep breath. “Do you know how many years I’ve waited for you?”
The question hung between you, catching him off guard. He raised his eyebrows, opening his eyes widely as he shook his head, unsure if he could utter a word.
“Me neither,” you whispered, your voice was laced with so much sweetness it made Yoongi want to throw up. Still, you moved just a fraction closer, until the scent of you filled the space between them. “But even so… they’re more than the years I haven’t waited for you. I’ve got to change that.”
He nodded, your words settling deeply in his chest. You were right, you couldn’t do anything about it, it was his fault. Why was he even bringing this up? Why was he here? Why were you here with him, in this closet, caged between heavy breaths and unspoken words like so many years ago?
It was over, he knew. He always knew it.
Then, why?
Why, why, why couldn't he forget about you? Why did he keep running away? Why did he keep dating girls who were the exact opposite as you to avoid thinking of you? To try to forget you?
It was written here, in this town, in these walls, in his old bed, in the same dancefloor where he kissed you for the first time, in his hands, his chest, his mind, his heart.
What you had was something so deeply attached to his soul that he was afraid he would have to carry it like a cross for the rest of his life.
He wanted you to free him from it, to forgive him, to make him forget. He wanted to say sorry, to make up for it, this time for real.
When he opened his mouth to speak, to do something about it, the spell broke.
“There you are!” A bubbly voice cut through the silence, making Yoongi jump in place, his chest tightening as he realized how exposed the two of you were. You stiffened, instinctively stepping backwards, your sudden movement shattering the fragile tension.
Yoongi’s gaze flicked to Summer. Her face had gone pale, her expression unreadable, but her eyes… they told him everything he already knew, everything he shouldn’t have let happen.
“I… uh…” Yoongi muttered, trying to compose himself, his hand dropping from the wall to his side.
You swore under your breath, cheeks hot, and muttered, “I’m sorry, I should go.”
Before Yoongi could breathe, you stepped further from him. You didn’t have to apologize for anything, it was him who did.
He watched you walk out the door, leaving him with a hole carved in the middle of his chest, bleeding.
“What happened?” Summer spoke, her voice weak.
He looked at her, wanting to ask the same question. “Shall we go?”
On the way out, Yoongi almost collided with Minnie by the door. She was leaning against Namjoon, sharing a cigarette, the smoke curling around them like a small cloud. Their eyes lit up when they saw him.
“Did you fix it?” Minnie asked, a smile tugging at her lips as if she already knew the answer.
“Yes,” he said quietly. “But that thing doesn’t have much longer, I already told you.”
“Yeah, yeah, I know.” She rolled her eyes, taking a slow drag from her cigarette. “Where’s your girl, by the way?”
Yoongi exhaled, the weight of the night pressing down on him. “She’s in the bathroom. We’re about to leave.”
Minnie hummed, a teasing note in her voice. “Did you have fun?”
“I think we did,” he replied, but his voice lacked conviction.
“Mmm, I don’t believe you for one minute.”
Yoongi wanted to laugh—he really did—but the hole that ached in his chest made it impossible.
His eyes drifted to the faint traces of smoke curling in the air, his thoughts wandering to the closet, the fog machine, your silly tone before he fucked everything up again.
“Can I ask you something?” he said, and Minnie’s gaze snapped to him, immediately attentive.
“What is it?”
“Have you seen Wicked?”
“Of course, what kind of question is that?” She raised an eyebrow, clearly amused.
“Well… do you know who Fiyero ends up with at the end?” he asked, a hint of hesitance in his voice.
A mischievous smile spread across Minnie’s face. “Easy. With the Wicked Witch of the West.”
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──★ the eros project
․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ [ s | a ] dating show ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .
you didn’t expect to actually fall for someone in a reality dating show. Then Kim Taehyung came along and you had to battle between your feelings and what this show was actually about.
──★ rewriting love
․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ [ s | a ] webtoon ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .
when a mysterious blackout traps you inside the world of a webtoon you certainly believe it’s one big cruel joke.
──★ lover’s revenge
․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 13.4k | s | a | rockstar ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .
you dated Taehyung before he made it big, so it was easy to assume he’d forgotten all about you. but for the past two years you’ve been his muse even after your split. a forbidden love that never faded.
──★ tunnel vision
․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 13.4k | s | f | college/barista ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .
you’ve just gotten yourself a job working with the campus crush, kim taehyung. he’s quiet and brooding but everyone is obsessed with him including your best friend. what do you when she asks for your help in dating him when he’s catching feelings for you instead? he’s supposed to notice her but he’s got tunnel vision when it comes to you.
──★ electra heart
․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 13k | s | f | fake dating ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .
♡ just dumped by his cheating ex girlfriend, taehyung seeks help from the campus primadonna to make his ex jealous. y/n is spoiled, mean and filthy rich—everything his ex loathed. what happens when the two form a pretend relationship that leaves their hearts in great turmoil? welcome to the life of electra heart ♡
──★ love and rivalry
․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 17.3k | s | f | e2l/college ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .
kim taehyung is neither friend or foe, he’s more of an annoying fly always near creating chaos in your life. now he’s buzzing on about his new crush and begging for your help in exchange for his help with yours. like an idiot you agree though you signed up more than you can chew. just great.
──★ all you want
․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 13.1k |s | a | arranged dating/high society ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .
in the world of high society finding your future partner took a lot of preparation. kim taehyung is one of the most sought out bachelors and he’s been roped on a blind date with Y/n, a spoiled rich girl not used to being told no. what happens when the two clash?
──★ his special secret
․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆12.5k | s | a | college professor ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .
you’re an art student who has recently broken up with your cheating ex boyfriend. he’s your art professor recovering from a divorce just a year ago. what happens when your relationship goes beyond that of a professor and his college student?
his special secret ||
──★ something about him
․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 16.6k | s | a | yandere coworker ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .
kim taehyung is nothing more than a man who works in the same office as you. he’s kind, charming, and unbelievably attractive but there’s just one downside to him. something feels off about the way he acts toward you and you’re not sure what but you know it has something to do with his little obsession with you. he acts strange at times, sometimes a little too lost in his own world, and changes his mood so fast you get whiplash trying to keep up.
you should feel scared or concerned but there’s just something about him that makes you ignore all the warning bells that go off in your head.
──★ the art of obsession
․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 17.4K | s | a | dark academia ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .
in a world of painters and poets, there were two college students looking for the right sort of inspiration. through devotion in your craft, you find yourself drawn to kim taehyung—a grad student painter who’s everything you’ve ever looked for in a character. his walk, his form of speech, his art, it all captivated you to the point where you wanted to recreate him in words and you begin to realize how similar the two of you really are. you share a sort of obsession in your work that seems like only each other could understand and he invites you into his world of oil paints and charcoals in hopes of drawing you on paper.
──★ lace and luxury
․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 13.6k | s | sugar daddy ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .
Money, Money, Money, must be funny in the rich man’s world. At least that’s how you feel working day and night to make end’s meet and still never having enough. Out of nowhere you get roped into a give and take relationship with a very powerful fashion designer who shows you the way into a life of luxury and lingerie. You’ve become his muse and in exchange he’s become your source of pleasure and riches. It’s a rich man’s world and you’re living in it.
──★ between roommates
․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ s | a | roommates ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .
you’ve got a crush on kim namjoon. Namjoon being jungkook’s friend, jungkook being your roommate. things get complicated somewhere down the line that leaves him regretting pushing you toward his own friend when he wants you just as bad. as roommates he knows you shouldn’t, but damn did he really want you.
──★ your power
․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ s | a | ceo ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .
the new boss at your company is hot, tatted, young, and you seem to be just his type
──★ bunny adventures
․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ s | a | hybrid ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .
you had absolutely no intentions of ever owning a hybrid until jungkook came along. a mistreated, misunderstood rabbit hybrid who’d only ever wanted was to be treated like an equal.
──★ my dear friend
․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ s | f | f2l ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .
just friends? keep telling yourself that, you and Jungkook have always danced on the line of friendship and something more but lately you’ve struggled being able to tell where you guys stand.
──★ depend on me
․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 13.1k | s | a | hybrid ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .
you’re so used to letting Jungkook do everything for you. he babies you almost and you’re both constantly reminded of the strangeness in your friendship. you’ve always loved him but he can’t see you as anything but the little bunny girl he used to protect. you change his mind
──★ never again
․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 14.8k | s | a | neighbors ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .
jeon jungkook is just your nosy neighbor who can’t seem to be anything less than a selfish, heart breaking, prick in your eyes. yet somehow he manages to wiggle his way into your life but is it enough for him to change your mind or will he prove your judgements right?
──★ the act of falling
․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 14.4k | s | a | fwb ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .
what was supposed to be a meaningless fling has turned into much more before you both realized you were falling. now all you can do is hope that all the challenges you’ve faced are worth something.
──★ campus affairs
․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 11.9k | f | s | f2l ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .
you transferred to a new college during second semester and you didn’t expect much excitement out for. that’s until jungkook came along and what had struggled to be a friendship was becoming so much more.
──★ fighting heart
․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 15k | a | f | s ] boxer jk ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .
never living a life of luxury, Jungkook does what he has to do to make ends-meet. right now that means fighting in underground clubs, getting beat black and blue until he wins. he knows there’s a better life out there for him but he never let himself think about it. until you came along and suddenly a weight is being lifted off his shoulders letting you through his guarded walls. you’re everything he needed and you make him want to fight for more.
──★ guys my age
․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 9.5k | s | dilf jk ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .
a summer spent at your friend’s place wasn’t something to be anything to look forward to. her hot, young dad would seem to change that for you when you decide a game of teasing would suffice your boredom. you got more than you bargained for when you realize he’s not a fan of games.
──★ ditto
․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 12.9k | s | a | established relationship ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .
you’ve got everything you need right now, amazing boyfriend, amazing job, amazing friends, but when you receive life changing news you’re not sure how to bring it up to your boyfriend. your indecisiveness and failure to be open with him puts a huge toll on your relationship and he just wants to know that if he continues to love and walk the same path as you, you’ll do the same and ditto.
──★ romantic dreams
․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 23.9k | s | a | yandere jk ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .
he’s always dreamt of finding his soulmate in some romantic way, bells ringing, birds chirping, maybe even a shine of light over their head. he never imagined to find them living next door to him with absolutely no clue to the extent of the growing infatuation he has toward you until it’s a little too late. hypnotized by your entire existence he finds his dreams and delusions of love to be a little too intense for anyone to bare.
──★ seven days to love
․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 14.2k | s | f | coworker jk ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .
jeon jungkook is nothing but your obnoxious new coworker who can’t seem to get the hint that you’re not interested. he’s loud, clumsy, and a bit of a player who knows his way with girls. what started off as an immediate physical attraction toward you quickly changed to a full blown crush that jungkook just can’t seem to let go. for seven days the two of you must work together alone at the store and each day jungkook takes as a chance to get you to notice him.
──★ cool with you
․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 14.6k | s | f | neighbor jk ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .
your break up from kim taehyung sent you spiraling into what felt like a midlife crisis of tear stained cheeks and tubs of half eaten ice cream with a broken heart. after finding out that your neighbor, jeon jungkook, was eavesdropping on your meltdowns and came to find out that your ex was his old friend, he found himself wanting to comfort you. he knew the kind of guy Taehyung was and he didn’t want to see you beat yourself up over a guy who wasn’t worth it so in the end he helped you through it and was unable to ignore the growing attraction you felt toward each other.
──★ limerence
․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 17.8k | s | a | ex!jk ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .
a recent discovery of old VCR tapes takes you down a rabbit hole of self-pity, remembering what you once had and how it all went down the drain over youthful mistakes. suddenly, you find yourself playing back the old tapes of the best relationship you’ve ever had and all you can think about is how to get it back—if you could get it back
──★ million dollar darling
․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆19.7k | s | rich!jk ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .
jeon jungkook is well aware of how privileged he is to have been born into the life he was given. it was glamorous and influential yet close-knit and suffocating, something he thought he wanted to escape from. a trip back home to the circle of wealth and snottiness for his best friend’s million dollar wedding has reminded him of all the reasons why he wanted to leave in the first place… and all the reasons he should stay — the main one being you, the spoiled rich girl he knew was utterly perfect for him.
──★ lost and found
․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 18.7k | s | friend’s ex boyfriend ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .
your college years have never been something you dwelled on for too long. you didn’t want to think of all the chances you lost and that’s why when the guy you had a crush on moves back to town, you try not to let it affect you again. but then he brings up old memories that didn’t go the way you thought they had and you’re thrown for a loop. you’re stuck between finding something new with him and falling back into old habits of never standing up for yourself. it probably doesn’t help that he dated your best friend, where everything seemed to go wrong.
──★ tempest
․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 31.2k | s | yandere boyfriend ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .
you’ve always considered your life to be more mundane than you would like to admit. it was a constant cycle of the same things over and over again that when you meet jeon jungkook at a bar, of all places, you didn’t expect to see just how much he would change your life and those around you. he’s got an air of mystery around him with his charming good looks and a violent past that you slowly begun to unravel when it feels like everything is going perfect.
──★ ukiyo
․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 17.7k | s | f | summer romance ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .
it’s the start of summer and there’s nothing better than dipping your toes in the sand and falling for a local boy who plays beach volleyball in his free time. he’s charming in a way you’ve never seen and you seem to understand each other better than one could imagine. both stuck in an awkward time of self discovery, you try to live in the moment and forget about your worries till they become too hard to ignore.
──★ effortlessly yours
․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 16.9k | s | f | ceo x part timer ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .
in an effort to catch a break from the people around him, jungkook stumbles into a bar on the other side of town and meets you—the one serving his drinks. things happen quite effortlessly between you and before you knew it, you’ve welcomed him to change your life for the better.
──★ infrunami
․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 18.7k | s | f | friends to lovers ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .
you’ve made great friends throughout the years but none like jeon jungkook. he’s there for you when you need him and although at times when things get complicated between your feelings and thoughts… there’s one thing for certain. you both have been wasting time acting like there’s nothing between you.
──★ shameless
․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 31.5k | s | a | infidelity ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .
unsatisfied with your current relationship, you find yourself swept into an affair with a regular at your gym. it turns out he’s not the sweet, charming man you fooled yourself into believe he was but for some reason, you keep going back to him.
Hi! I’m Lex, and I write fanfics every now and then. Quick disclaimer: I don’t claim to know BTS (or any other group I write about), and the characters in my stories are purely fictional. Hope you enjoy—stay safe out there!
Lady’s Honor || ★ ☮ ❆
Pairing: Seokjin x Reader
Synopsis: “What unfolds when a gentleman's noble effort to help a lady in distress inadvertently tarnishes her reputation? He finds himself bound to protect her honor at any cost—even if it means risking his own life.”
The Swimmer ||★ ☮ ❆
Pairing: Seokjin x Reader
Synopsis: “Tormented by the shadows of her past, Y/N turns to AA meetings to navigate her fiancé's death and her battle with addiction. When a new doctor arrives in her small hometown, no one anticipates that he would also attend the meetings. What’s even more surprising is his growing fascination with one of the town's most notorious residents.”
Just Tonight ||☮ ❆ ♡
Pairing: Seokjin x Reader
Synopsis: “Jin and Y/N agreed their Christmas break one-night stand would be just once. Feelings, however, were never part of the plan.”
Friday the 13th || ♡❆୨୧
Pairing: Seokjin x Reader
Synopsis: "Jin and his girlfriend Y/N plan to spend a carefree summer together before the new college semester begins. Hoping to earn some extra money and enjoy the season, they take jobs as counselors at Camp Crystal Lake. What starts as a fun summer getaway quickly turns into a nightmare when they find themselves fighting to survive a terrifying encounter lurking in the woods."
⛧♱ Jung Hoseok♱⛧
Afterglow || ☮ ♡
Pairing: Hoseok x Reader
Synopsis: "A loud crack of lighting boomed in the distance followed by a low rumbling. The storm was here. My love was not. I kept watching and waiting."
Shine a Light || ★ ☮ ♡
Pairing: Hoseok x Reader
Synopsis: "It's Christmas, but the HOA is being a real Grinch. Hoseok is determined to save the holiday for his niece and nephew, but he'll need some help to pull it off. With a little teamwork from the trio living across the street, he might just be able to outsmart the HOA and make this a Christmas to remember."
The Last Fruit of Summer || ★ ☮ ❆ ୨୧
Pairing: Hoseok x Reader
Synopsis: "Sixteen-year-old Y/N lives in District 11 and has always known her place. She belongs to a prosperous scouting troop, helps care for her two younger sisters, and is learning a trade that promises a steady future. As quiet courtship begins and her path seems secure, the Reaping calls her name."
Teaser
⛧♱ Kim Namjoon♱⛧
Mad Dog || ★ ♡ ❆ ☮ ୨୧
Pairing: Namjoon x Reader
Synopsis: "Namjoon Kim, a struggling Philly boxer, gets a once-in-a-lifetime shot at undefeated heavyweight champ Jungkook Jeon. As he trains with sharp-tongued ex-contender Yoongi Min, Namjoon also falls for Y/N, the quiet sister of his best friend."
⛧♱ Min Yoongi ♱⛧
Book Covers || ☮ ♡ ❆
Pairing: Yoongi x Reader
Synopsis: “Y/N has been quietly crushing on Yoongi for ages, the mysterious guy who’s always tucked away in his favorite corner of the library, lost in a book. He seems like the perfect gentleman, but as the saying goes, you can't always judge a book by its cover…”
Bittersweet || ★ ☮ ♡ ❆ ୨୧
Pairing: Yoongi x Reader
Synopsis: “When a cynical graduate student meets an overly enthusiastic undergraduate, the air crackles with tension—though not all of it is good.”
By the Lake || ★ ☮ ❆ ୨୧
Pairing: Yoongi x Reader
Synopsis: “Four years after losing their children, the Mins have fought to heal. But when Dr. Yoongi Min dies in a crash, he awakens in the afterlife desperate to reunite with his beloved wife no matter the cost.”
The Matrix || ♡ ❆ ☮ ୨୧
Pairing: Yoongi x Reader
Synopsis: "By day, Yoongi Min is a quiet programmer. By night, he is Agust, a skilled hacker. When he is contacted by RM, a notorious hacker branded a terrorist, Yoongi is pulled into a hidden war against powerful machines. Hunted by deadly agents, he must uncover the truth about his reality and fight for humanity’s survival."
⛧♱ Park Jimin♱⛧
Lady in Waiting || ❆
Pairing: Jimin x Reader
Synopsis: “Y/N has been in love with the Prince of Seoul since she had first stepped foot in the palace, but in between tea and books, one thing had never come up.”
Waterlog || ★ ❆ ☮ ୨୧
Pairing: Jimin x Reader
Synopsis: “After a car accident ends her athletic career, Y/N has slowly started rebuilding her life again as a high school swim coach. That’s until she gets a request from an old friend and finds herself back in the spotlight as the new coach of Olympic swimmer, Park Jimin.”
Nosferatu || ♡ ❆ ☮ ୨୧
Pairing: Jungkook x Reader x Jimin
Synopsis: "In 1838, estate agent Jungkook Jeon travels to Transylvania to meet the enigmatic Count Jimin Park. While he's away, his bride Y/N is plagued by chilling visions and a creeping sense of dread. As a dark force tightens its hold, Y/N becomes the focus of an obsession as she is pursued by a terrifying vampire whose twisted love unleashes unspeakable horror."
Trees that Wheep || ♡ ❆ ☮ ୨୧
Pairing: Jimin x Reader
Synopsis: "Across the four realms of Lustra lies the enchanted Bangtan Forest, homeland of the southern Foxglove pack and a place whispered about as the “land of magic.” It is also the domain of the Bridd, a line of witches bound by an ancient curse and entrusted as the forest’s sacred guardians. Y/N, the newest Bridd, inherited her role far too young. Now grown, she is honored by the wolves as the most powerful witch they have ever known. Yet beneath the reverence and power lives a woman who must choose between the weight of her destiny and the longings of her heart."
⛧♱ Jeon Jungkook♱⛧
Unparalleled || ♡ ❆ ☮
Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
Synopsis: “You had only met him once, a fleeting moment in the grand scheme of things, and the fact that he was on the other side of the hotel door felt surreal. Or, after being in a long-distance relationship for over a year, you and Jungkook are finally meeting up.”
A Picture’s Worth || ♡ ❆ ☮ ୨୧
Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
Synopsis: “After pulling off the largest art heist of her career, Y/N has put that life behind her. However, after 4 years out of the business, she comes home to find a stranger in her house.”
The Blackout Series || ★ ♡ ❆ ☮ ୨୧
Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
Synopsis: “When a transport ship crashes on a planet ruled by three suns, pilot Y/N is forced into a fragile alliance with the ship’s most dangerous survivor, Jungkook Jeon, as a deadly darkness threatens them all. What begins as a fight for survival spirals into separation, isolation, and a galaxy-spanning conflict that neither of them can outrun. Across hostile worlds and rising empires, loyalties are tested, identities are challenged, and the line between monster and savior grows dangerously thin.”
The Comeback || ♡ ❆ ☮ ୨୧
Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
Synopsis: “Y/N Y/L/N has always been destined for greatness as a competitive figure skater, her dreams of the Olympics sparkling like the ice beneath her blades. But when a devastating injury sidelines her, those dreams seem to melt away. Just when she feels lost, she unexpectedly meets Jeon Jungkook, a talented NHL hockey player.”
The Lost Boys || ♡ ❆ ☮ ୨୧
Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
Synopsis: "Teenage brothers Jungkook and Jung-Hyun relocate with their mother to a quiet town in Northern California. As Jung-Hyun bonds with two like-minded comic book enthusiasts, Namjoon and Seokjin, the more brooding Jungkook becomes captivated by Y/N. However, he soon discovers that Y/N is entangled with Jimin, the charismatic leader of a dangerous local vampire gang."
Nosferatu || ♡ ❆ ☮ ୨୧
Pairing: Jungkook x Reader x Jimin
Synopsis: "In 1838, estate agent Jungkook Jeon travels to Transylvania to meet the enigmatic Count Jimin Park. While he's away, his bride Y/N is plagued by chilling visions and a creeping sense of dread. As a dark force tightens its hold, Y/N becomes the focus of an obsession as she is pursued by a terrifying vampire whose twisted love unleashes unspeakable horror."
⛧♱ Kim Taehyung♱⛧
Nosey Neighbors || ★ ♡ ☮
Pairing: Taehyung x Reader
Synopsis: “When you and Taehyung decide to have a bit of fun his elderly neighbors almost ruin it.”
The Bride || ★ ❆ ☮
Pairing: Taehyung x Reader
Synopsis: “A former assassin awakens from a four-year coma after her ex-lover Taehyung tries to kill her on her wedding day. Driven by revenge for the loss of her unborn child and stolen life, she creates a hit list and embarks on a ruthless mission to take down everyone responsible.”
Interview with the Vampire || ♡ ❆ ☮ ୨୧
Pairing: Taehyung x Reader
Synopsis: "A young journalist in San Francisco follows a mysterious woman to her motel, only to have his world turned upside down when she reveals she is a 200-year-old vampire. Once a wealthy 18th-century New Orleans widow, she spiraled into self-destruction before being rescued and transformed by the vampire Taehyung."
Hello, this is Nika. Welcome to my new masterlist. The old one is too long and Tumblr won't let me add anything more to it, hence, I had to create another one to add my new works.
So, that's it. Enjoy reading my stories if you do. 💕
Themes:
Angst - 💔, Fluff - 💖, Smut - 💋, 🌑 - Dark
KNJ
Go to Old Masterlist
Oneshots ~
1. Officer Kim - 🌑 💋
Summary:
Officer Kim is good at his job, he is kind and sweet and devilishly handsome. He also might just be the help you need to catch your stalker.
✨Patreon Exclusive (Paid Stories)✨
1. Out of Love [Part of Bangtan Single Dad Universe] (Completed)
Summary:
Some fifteen years ago Namjoon rejected your confession. With a smile on his face he said he already had someone in his life. When you walked away, you didn't expect to see him again. But right now, standing right before your first love and his five year old son, you are not sure if fifteen years were enough to kill your feelings.
KSJ
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✨Patreon Exclusive (Paid Stories)✨
1. Parchment Paper and Matchsticks [Part of Bangtan Single Dad Universe] (Ongoing)
Summary:
Kim Seokjin is a wealthy man - a sweetheart heartthrob before the world but avoidant, cold and distant in secret. He is also the man whose wife eloped with your fiance - leaving both of you shocked and traumatized. And now he is at your door demanding you to put his life back together by sorting out the mess your fiance made.
By the way, Kim Seokjin is also the father of a seven year old girl, who might have taken too much of a liking to you.
MYG
Oneshots ~
1. 5+1 = Forever 💔💖💋
Summary:
In which 5 times Yoongi stays silent when you confess to him, one time he does not.
Series/Drabble-series/Twoshots
1. Crawling back to you 💔 (Completed in Patreon)
Summary:
"It's sad to see you go
Sorta hoping that you'd stay"
Alternatively:
All the time you thought Yoongi was in love with you - he was in love with his best friend.
✨Patreon Exclusive (Paid Stories)✨
1. On The Rocks 💔 [Part of Bangtan Chaebol Series] (Completed)
Summary:
Nothing lasts forever - neither the burning, passionate love you once shared with Yoongi, nor the marriage that you thought would bind you two forever. When you overhear him talking about how meaningless your bond has become, you decide to set him free and move on. However, when you place the signed divorce paper before Yoongi - he realizes how scary it is to lose you.
2. We Never Dated 💔 (Completed)
Summary:
"How come we never even dated
But I still find myself thinking of you daily?"
Alternatively:
Out of every option Yoongi has ever given you, falling in love was definitely not one. But you exercise that very right and taste heartbreak. Moving on might be tough but not impossible - that is only if Yoongi fails to realize what his heart really wants.
3. Flatline 💔💖 (Completed)
Summary:
It takes one rumor, one blurry photo of your idol boyfriend with another woman, and a suggestive headline telling the world that he has been seen kissing her - to send your seven year long relationship into jeopardy. As buried insecurities start surfacing, fights start taking over peaceful nights and love turns into a question, will you and Yoongi be able to survive the dark sides of fame or will he have to let you go?
4. Take My Heaven 💔💖 (Ongoing)
Summary:
Falling in love with your best friend’s fiance is a cliche and you live it with shame bubbling in your chest. But when a betrayal turns everything upside down, your shame gets a chance of turning into something more profound. The only question is - will Yoongi accept the heaven you have to offer or will he choose hell over trusting anyone else ever again?
JHS
Oneshots ~
1. Never Let Go 💔💖💋
Summary:
In which Hoseok yells at you, asks you for space and then goes crazy when he realizes he can never let you go.
2. Price Tag 💔💖 (Birthday Special oneshot)
Summary:
In which you decline an expensive gift from your rich boyfriend and later heard him complaining about you to his equally rich friends.
PJM
Oneshots ~
1. Caught in a Lie 💔💖
Summary:
In which Jimin lies to you about meeting his ex-girlfriend and you find it out from a common friend.
KTH
Oneshots ~
1. The Machine 💋🌑
Summary:
"I made something that'll love me
Even with my faults
Fell in love with the machine
Fell in love with you".
2. Outcast 💔
Summary:
In which you accidentally hear your crush talking behind your back and decide to end your friendship with him for once and for all.
JJK
Oneshots ~
1. First Time 💋💖
Summary: "The feel of your own bed underneath your back is foreign. It’s awfully warm - the room, the bed, your skin, JK’s hand on your body."
2. Is It Me or The PS5? 💔💋💖
Summary: Jungkook chooses his games over you, says he regrets getting engaged to you. So, what is a better gift for him than removing your ring and vanishing into the night?
✨Patreon Exclusive (Paid Stories)✨
1. Softcore 💋💖💔(Completed)
Summary:
In this society where losing virginity is a sport, you are a late runner. After being made fun of being a virgin at 27 at an office party, you decide to stop believing in fate and take things in your own hands. Enter 'softcore' - an illegal yet polished company that provides help to people like you by letting you take a quiz and suggesting you a prostitute based on the results.
That's how you meet Jungkook - the person you lose your virginity to. He is everything you find attractive in a guy, hence, you fall in love soon after a few encounters. However, Softcore has one strict rule for its prostitutes - 'no dating while you are under contract' and Jungkook needs his job more than he needs love.... or you for that matter.
2. Look At Me ('cause I only look at you) 💖💔 (Ongoing)
Summary: You have watched Jungkook grow up alongside yourself. You have watched him transform into the heartthrob he is today from the shy kid who would push your swing without you having to ask him. And you have fallen in love with him sometime in the middle. So when he reveals he is interested in your colleague, and asks your permission to pursue her - you find yourself torn between his happiness and the selfishness of having him all to yourself. Will Jungkook really never look at you the way you look at him? will he never?
OT7/Multiple Members
Oneshots ~
1. Stay Where You Are - JHS & KSJ 💔💖
Summary:
"If this is all we can do
Yeah, just lookin' at you
There's gon' be no take two
Stay where you are"
Alternatively:
Being a staff member who closely works with the idols means you can't be involved with them romantically. Yet you fall for one of them, while the other one falls for you.
Series ~
1. Behind The Lens - Kth & JJK 💔💖
Jeon Jungkook is the nation's golden boy. Most of his life is exposed in front of the camera. But as soon as the spot light goes out - you are the person he runs to. In quietness, you two fall in each other's arms offering a piece of solace. But your relationship goes through the ultimate fall when Jungkook's long time crush walks into the scene with the proposal of a collaboration. To deal with the heartbreak, you leave for a solo trip to Jeju. Guess what do you do there? heal? NO! you sleep with an unbearably handsome stranger two days in a row and then run away, wary of dealing with the consequences. One month later when the same stranger, Kim Taehyung, waltz in your life again - hellbent on making things work with you, you are considering to take a chance. The only problem is that Jungkook is not too happy with you moving towards someone that's not him.
2. Upper Level: 2.0 - OT7 (Coming soon!)
Summary:
Bangtan members hide in plain sight. There are rumors of them being just normal guys during the day and notorious gang members by night. You were never really interested in them, your work was limited and you made sure those never lurked around the dark areas of Seoul. But when someone close lands in trouble, you have no other choice but to step into the muddy water. Little do you know that this one case is about to change the entire trajectory of your life.
✨Patreon Exclusive (Paid Stories)✨
1. You're My Tear - KNJ & MYG 💔 (Completed)
Summary:
"To me, you were once my dear
But now you're merely a bitter beer"
Alternatively:
Namjoon leaves you behind for someone else but Yoongi is more than ready to hold you close.
2. La Fiesta - MYG & PJM 💔💖(Completed)
Summary: Park Jimin is the life of the party. He is also, unfortunately, your fiancé. Knowing well that he will never return your affection, you never expected anything from him, rather you quietly accepted your fate and moved forward. But then you meet Yoongi, who changes everything you have ever felt, everything you have ever known, everything you have ever accepted.
3. Karma is a Bitch - JJK & KTH 💔💖(Completed)
Summary: Your step-sister has always been the villain of your story. Starting from bullying you at school to seducing your love interests - she never hesitated to do anything to ruin your peace. However, your never-ending patience runs thin when she successfully takes Taehyung, the only true love of your life, away from you. Being hurt and betrayed, you decide to leave and never come back.
Two years later you come back home to find Hani dating someone new - Jeon Jungkook, a renowned model. Everything is fine, Hani seems like a changed woman, she seems to be head over heels for Jungkook. However, the only issue is that Jungkook seems to be way too interested in you - much more than Hani herself. And on the other hand, Taehyung has also set on a mission of winning you back as a redemption of breaking your heart and cheating on you. Karma works in mysterious ways for sure and now you have the perfect opportunity of taking your big revenge.
BTS Reactions/Scenarios
Go to Old Masterlist
1. They Introduce You as their Friend to Their Ex-Girlfriend
2. They Regret Introducing You as Their Friend to Their Ex-girlfriend
BTS Member X Member [AO3]
Go to Old Masterlist
1. Is it better to speak or to die? [Kim Namjoon X Kim Seokjin]
2. Consequences of Cowardice [Kim Namjoox X Kim Seokjin, Min Yoongi X Park Jimin]
3. Body to Body [Kim Namjoon X Kim Seokjin]
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An alternate world in which you encounter someone in the middle of the night - a man seemingly hurt. Much to your luck, you were extremely wrong. (Teaser)
Alternate Universe | Halloween Masterlist | PART 2
“W-What’s happening?” you want to hold your baby close to you once more, inhale the soft baby scent that even a half demon like he had.
The six men surrounding you began to chant. You’re unsure what’s happening, but your heart sinks. There’s an uneasy feeling in your core.
“Jungkook…” you murmur, reaching out for him.
“It’s alright, my beautiful human.” Jungkook takes a step back with the baby, rocking him gently. “The bond has been completed. Now we can be together for eternity. In Hell.”
The room begins to shake, as if an earthquake was beginning to happen. The candles on the stone walls all fall, falling onto the ground and erupting around you.
“Jungkook!” you shout, your nails clenching the thin sheet surrounding you. What in the world is going on right now?
“The pain will not last long, my beautiful human…” Jungkook trails off. His son begins to cry, feeling the distress coming from his mother - noted seeing as he was just as connected to you as he was to Jungkook. “...once it’s over, you can reunite with us in Hell. We will be waiting for you.”
You cross your arms in front of yourself firmly, shivering as the heavy rain fully engulfs you. You’re soaking wet and obviously pissed. You had gotten off of work late due to your boss being an asshole - you had stayed hours past your scheduled time out. Usually you would have not cared because extra hours meant extra money - but today was different. Every Friday you made it your mission to visit the cemetery and place flowers onto your mothers grave. Since you have gotten off of work late into the night, there was no time to stop for flowers (and it would be useless due to the rain).
Not only were you stuck in the rain, but you had to walk the entire way to the cemetery, then home. There were no buses running at this time and that meant you were in for an hour walk home after the already 30 minute walk to the cemetery. Let’s not forget that you saw your boss drive right past you without any eye contact.
The sky is dark and starless and there appeared to be little to no street lights on. The only light you do get comes from the moon high above. You've seen this before in a horror movie. A lone girl walking at night and bam, a killer chasing after her. Maybe you shouldn’t be thinking like this at this time, but you couldn’t help it. You were utterly hopeless with no one to call at this time - and even if you did, it’s pouring rain and your phone is tucked deep into your purse to not get it any more damage than it already was.
Your feet ached as you reached the cemetery. The rain was dying down, but you were already soaking wet and it was the least of your concerns now. It took a few more strolls until you reached the familiar headstone belonging to your mother. You sigh, dropping to your knees. You would regret it later while getting the mud stains off of your work clothes, but you were off the next two days and that was enough to not think about it further.
Visiting your mother was bittersweet. Sometimes you’d go just to pay your respects, other times you would speak as if she was there with you - talking about your day and what was new in your life. Now you were exhausted and your body ached, you remained silent and enjoyed the quiet company.
You’re unsure how long you’ve sat there, but you noticed that the rain began to pick up once more. You knew by tomorrow, you would be sick and decided to call it a night. You’d probably even decide to visit once more when the rain cleared up the following day to bring the flowers you couldn’t bring today.
You got off of your knees, touching the gravestone lightly before making your way out of the cemetery. Your eyes remained forward as your feet strolled through the grassy field. You cursed at your luck - your clothing stuck to you and it was becoming uncomfortable to walk.Your shoes are covered in mud and grime and it’s nearly pitch black in said cemetery, the moon shining but so much.
Your feet halt in their tracks. You blink your eyes, zoning in on a figure not far away from you. The figure appeared to be hunched over, on their own knees. You clench your burse tighter, eyes blinking away the droplets of rain to try to get a better look.
The moonlight shines off of the figure and it appears to glow - it’s a person, no doubt. You ponder if they’re there for the same reason you are - but not everyone would be caught in the rain paying respect to a deceased loved one, right?
You begin to step closer to the figure, unsure of what your body is doing. Your mind is screaming out alarm bells, that something wasn’t right and this could end up going completely wrong.
The figure’s head lifts up, shining eyes glowing in the dark. A man, you note, just as drench in the rain as you were. Black hair sticks to his scalp and covers the majority of his forehead. Just as before, he appeared to be shining underneath the moonlight.
“Are you o-okay?” you stutter out, uneasy with the intense stare of the man. You can make out his features - chiseled jawline, sharp eyes and full lips.
Your throat swallows a lump, body visibly stiffening upon noticing the man's eyes turning a shade of crimson. There was no possible way you were seeing things.
The man begins to lift from his knees and once onto his feet, your mind is screaming at you to run. The man is tall - and athletically built. He wore a suit of the sorts, completely black that it nearly disguises him in the dark scenery.
Your heart is beating outside your chest, your mind coming back to reality when he begins to step closer to you. His feet snap a twig beneath them. You want to run - you can even feel the way your body jerks to do so, but you cannot.
What?
What the fuck?
Your heart beats even louder that even the pouring rain is no match for it. Your hands clench your purse tighter against you.
Breathe.
Breathe.
Why is it becoming harder to breathe?
Your throat tightens.
Your body begins to shudder, trembling. You’re unsure what in the world is going on with you right now. You’re trembling, feeling a rush of cold air go through you one moment and the next, you’re burning up. Your body temperature hightens, as if your blood is boiling at a rapid pace. Your clothes being wet and sticking to you already didn’t make anything better.
“You,”
Your eyes widen hearing the man's voice so clear - as if there wasn’t rain pouring. The wind kicked up, swirling around you, yet still, his voice was coherent.
“are such a beautiful little human.”
Air filled your lungs once more and finally, you were able to breathe. Your mind swirls around on his words - a beautiful little human? What did that mean?
The man appears in front of you in a blink of an eye - how you didn’t fall back with a scream, you’re truly unsure. He’s tall, towering over you with his menacing gaze - eyes appearing even darker with a mysterious glint to them. Those eyes…they weren’t human, you note, they couldn’t be. Even if his overall appearance to be that of a human man - there was no man you met with such crimson eyes.
The man offers you a smile - no, a smirk. It didn’t appear genuine like a smile someone would give you upon introducing themselves. This was a cunning one; devious.
You do not realize that you’ve dropped your purse until it hits your feet. Your body still feels hot, temperature rising every second.
You feel the man's hand place itself against the skin of your cheek - they were calloused and even hotter than your own skin. His thumb traces the outline of your lips and you can hear he’s humming to himself.
“Your heart is beating so loud, beautiful. Are you afraid of me?” the man questions. “Do I frighten you? Or do I make you nervous?”
“Whoever dwells in the shelter of the Most High will rest in the shadow of the Almighty.” you manage to say - more stutter. Breathing was difficult enough, but speaking appeared to be a battle.
The man chuckles. “A prayer?”
“I will say of the Lord, “He is my refuge and my fortress, my God, in whom I trust.” Surely he will save you from the fowler’s snare and from the deadly pestilence. He will cover you with his feathers-”
You feel your throat tighten once more, this time by the man's hands. He forces you closer to him. “Shut up.” he hisses. “Your prayers do not affect me, beautiful. It makes me want to ruin you even more.”
Your body was feeling weird. Goosebumps prickled your skin - you can feel it beneath your clothing - and your stomach was beginning to bubble. You closed your eyes to not look into his eyes, but even then you could see them glaring at you.
“Christ be with me, Christ within me, Christ behind me, Christ before-” your prayer is cut short when a pair of lips are against yours. You’re struggling against the lips, a muffled scream dying in your throat.
The man removes himself from you, but he holds you close. His hands wrap tightly beneath your chin. Your eyes squeeze shut, heart thumping rapidly.
“You can feel it, right, beautiful?” The man's words are sultry, coming out more as a moan than a regular statement. “I know what it’s doing to you. I know you can feel it…right here…”
You gasp, feeling a tense grip between your legs. Your eyes snap open, the crimson eyes .boring right into your own. You want to jolt away from his prying hands - to push this man, no, this monster away.
“I know, beautiful…” the man sing-songs. “...the arousal feels amazing. Doesn’t it feel like you’re sinning for me, Y/N?”
You froze. Your eyes couldn't even grow wider. This man knew your name.
This man, whoever he was, knew you. He knew you’d be here visiting your mothers grave - that or he followed you.
“Yes, beautiful, I know your name.” the man chuckles, his hand rubbing along your clothed head. “I’ve always known your name. I’ve known of your existence since the day you were born.”
This man wasn’t human - your heart told you. His eyes, his words; he was something otherworldly.
“Dear Father, Thank You for protecting me. Thank You for the angels that you assign to watch over me. I can be at peace today knowing that my very life is in Your hands-”
You squirm feeling a sickly substance upon your cheek. The man is licking you now - up your jaw, to your chin and now your cheek. His fingers hold your face in place in a tight grip. He reaches your ear, flicking the lobe. “Praying won’t stop me from having you, beautiful.”
This monster was doing something to you and your body. You would never feel this way. He had you under a spell - your legs are clenching against his prying hand. You could feel a pool of slick sticking to your panties - and so does the man.
“I need your help in this battle. I cannot walk alone, Lord-”
“Ah, that prayer!” the man cackles. “You feel it running through you, beautiful. The lust. You’re moaning right underneath my hand, beautiful. I can smell the sweet smell of your pussy.”
The man's words are so vulgar that you’re unable to respond. His hands cup your clothed heat even tighter. The hand that once grips your chin now loosens so he could push you closer against him.
“You’re a monster.” you hiss - but it’s not a regular hiss. No, the man notes this tone. It’s a moan of disgust, but a moan nonetheless.
“I am.” the man chuckles. “A demon straight from Hell, beautiful.”
Your throat releases a scream when your hair is yanked backwards. Your eyes are towards the sky, the droplets of rain blinding your eyes. You continue to scream when you feel teeth against your neck, biting down.
You want to fight the man - this predator. This demon. Your prayers aren’t working and appear to be falling on deaf ears.
The man shudders at the taste of your blood. So pure and not laced with any impurities. But he wasn’t here for your blood - no, this was just a part of the ritual.
“My name is Jungkook.” the man purrs, licking his lips of your delicious blood. “Finally, you’re mine.”
You cough. Your hands are clenching onto Jungkook’s chest unwillingly. You’re trembling, eyes fluttering.
“You’re afraid of me, beautiful?” Jungkook tsks. His tongue licks the wound of your neck, twirling it up to your chin and to your lips. He presses an open mouth kiss onto your lips and moans.
“I’m not yours.” you wheeze out.
“Oh…” Jungkook could only laugh. “...but you are, beautiful.”
Jungkook’s hand squeezes your ass. “I can smell your arousal. You’re so wet for me, Y/N. You’re clenching and unclenching around nothing.”
You feel ashamed by how true Jungkook’s words were. You want to cry out - you didn’t belong to this demon! You were a part of your local Church and attended said church with your mothers for years. You prayed constantly, remained God as your main priority and prayed away whatever petty sins you committed.
“You belonged to me the day your mother gave birth to you, my love.” Jungkook’s hand pulls at your clothes. Your shirt rips in seconds, revealing your bra beneath. “That was part of the deal, after all.”
Deal?
Your hands grasp Jungkook’s wrist when his hands tug along your pants. You didn’t match his strength, and like your shirt, your pants are ripped to pieces.
“I won’t submit to you, demon.”
Jungkook wants to coo at your cuteness. No matter how many times you denied him, he wouldn’t listen. You were going to be his regardless of what you felt - he had waited decades to get what he was promised. You had no skill, will or strength to deny him anything - you were already aroused. Soon, you would be begging for him and he would give you what you’ll be begging for.
You are turned away from him and flipped. Your face meets the muddy ground. You squirm when you feel your hips being lifted by Jungkook’s arm. The position is filthy and you want to be removed from this humiliating state.
Jungkook marvels at the sight of you - face down, ass up. So cute and exactly how you were expected to be. One hand grips your ass, gently rubbing before he brings his hand back and slaps it roughly.
You scream once more at the impact, and again and again. Jungkook continued, crimson eyes darkening at the sight of you squirming beneath him.
“P-Please stop!”
Jungkook hums. “Why?” He slaps your ass once more, the sound like a melody to his ears. His hands trail between your legs to rub gently. “You’re so wet for me.”
Your eyes squeeze shut, teeth biting your lips to repress a moan. You can feel yourself grow wetter at the second and that’s what frightens you. You didn’t want to fall into temptation due to the demons hold against you.
“Let’s see just how filthy you are, huh?”
“N-No!”
Jungkook fingers hooks between your panties. He pushes them aside and finds his mouth watering. “Such a whore you truly are, beautiful. So wet and clenching around nothing.”
You couldn’t help the groan that comes from your throat when he rubs a thumb against it. Your thighs quiver to close, but Jungkook only slaps your throbbing ass once more to punish you.
Jungkoom continues to rub along your clit, fingers sliding between your folds effortlessly. He can feel his pants tightening at just the sight of you.
“So wet.” Jungkook grunts. He smirks, fingers dangerously close to your opening. “I can just slide…”
“N-No!” you gasp, but even with your pleas, your legs widen for him.
“...right in.” Jungkook enters two fingers inside of you. So warm and wet - and inviting. He pumps his fingers inside, marveling at how you take him so well. “You’re milking my fingers, beautiful. Good little whore you are, huh?”
You shake your head, eyes squeezing shut.
Why?
Why were you moaning for this demon? Why was your body not cooperating with your brain? Why were you so wet and aroused with such sinful acts?
“J-Jungkook…please!”
Jungkook groans. “That’s right, beautiful. Just give in.” he murmurs, his fingers picking up the pace. “It’ll be over if you just submit to me.”
“N-No…” You don’t want to moan any more. You can feel a familiar feeling in the pit of your stomach.
Jungkook removes his fingers from inside of you. He doesn’t allow you to fall forward. He lifts you and presses you against him. “Taste yourself.” he hisses and before you can protest, he enters two of his fingers inside of your mouth.
Your tongue swirls against his fingers unwillingly, your juices hitting your tongue.
“I wonder if you taste as divine as you smell, beautiful.” Jungkook whispers in your ear, popping his fingers from your mouth. “Give me a taste.”
“N-No…”
Jungkook hums. “No?”
You nod your head.
“Then why are you leaning against me, beautiful? Why are your hips jerking for more pleasure?”
Jungkook flips you once more. He’s laid against the ground and has you hovering above him. You’re firmly in his grasp, unable to escape. His teeth - so sharp and canine like - bite at your underwear until they’re as ripped as your shirt and pants were.
You gasp when Jungkook places you on his lips. You’re sitting directly on his tongue, palms back against his abdomen for balance as he licks between your folds.
Jungkook grunts. “So sweet, beautiful.” he murmurs before going back to ravishing you.
Your eyes are unable to remove themselves from the sight before you. Jungkook’s tongue - long with and split at the end, rapidly lick upon your clit and between the folds. You could no longer hide your moans, allowing the pleasure to run through you.
This was wrong.
This is a demon - no matter how attractive he may be, this was a demon.
You consider yourself a child of God, fully committed to your faith.
But Jungkook using his tongue to pleasure you felt far too amazing to not moan - too amazing to protest his advances any longer. And, as sad as it sounds, far too amazing for you to utter the word of God in hopes of stopping him.
Jungkook’s nails dig into the skin of your inner thigh. Your scent intoxicates his mind, your slick sliding against his tongue. Finally, you were his - and now you weren’t refusing him. Your moans are loud - even with the rain starting up once more. You were giving in to your rightful urges as his.
Jungkook’s eyes flicker to your face. Such a beautiful face contorted with pleasure. Mouth agape and moaning with pleasure, the droplets of rain trailing down your skin. It glistens beneath the moonlight.
“My beautiful human.” Jungkook growls. His tongue swipes at your clit once more. “Pleasure yourself against my tongue.”
Jungkook slaps your thigh in encouragement. He wants you completely submerged in pleasure that you would willingly participate in.
Your hips jerk forward and onto his tongue. A deep moan comes from your throat and you now find yourself thrusting onto Jungkook - a demon. Your eyes squeeze shut, wanting nothing more than to feel your release.
Jungkook’s hands roam your body, tongue laying flat while you use him. They trail up your thighs to your hips, wrapping around them to encourage you to go faster. He then slides them up your sides to grasp your breast from your bra. He squeezes them, pinching the sensitive bubs of your nipples.
“J-Jungkook, I-I can’t take it!”
Jungkook pinches your nipple once more. He clamps down onto them so hard that you scream out, lifting yourself from his tongue, juices releasing.
And Jungkook’s laps every drop, a groan rumbling deep within his soul.
Whatever soul Jungkook had deep within Hell that was.
You fall limp against his legs, legs quivering.
“My poor beautiful human.” Jungkook moves your body so that he is on top of you. “Came so hard that you can barely function.”
Jungkook leans down to swipe his tongue against your cheek once more, the reason you’re unsure of.
“I’m going to make you cum over and over again.”
The rain falls even harder, but the majority of it is hidden beneath Jungkook’s body. He kicks off his pants along with his underwear.
You can’t see it, but you feel how large Jungkook is when he forces himself inside of you. You feel like you’re being stretched to the max. Your arms wrap around his neck tightly, breathing hitching.
“Beautiful human…so tight.” Jungkook growls. “Made just for me. My perfect little human.”
Jungkook doesn’t allow you the luxury to adjust to his size. He thrusts deeply inside of you, cracking his hips harshly. Your back hits against the muddy dirty roughly with each thrust. You were going to be filthy once this ended - if it ever did. This was a demon here with you? Did a demon’s stamina ever go out? It wasn’t like he was human.
“Jungkook, please!” you plead with him, but Jungkook doesn’t want to hear it. His teeth clamp down onto your skin, biting it harshly enough to release blood. “I-I can’t handle-”
“You can!” Jungkook hisses. He leans back to admire your disheveled appearance. You were covered in mud, blood and soaking wet. Your hair is sticking to you and your eyes are struggling to stay open. But to him - you were perfect. “Finally mine.”
There’s a bulge in your stomach, reminding you just who you were fucking. Jungkook is a demon.
A demon.
You were going to Hell surely.
There’s blood trailing down your thigh, but still Jungkook refuses to halt his abusive thrusts.
“Your soul, your mind, your heart and your body belong to me.” Jungkook growls, appearing utterly animalistic. “All mine, Y/N. My beautiful human. And all it took was a deal from your father.”
Your father?
You didn’t have a father - physically. You were raised with two mothers; when you grew up you never had a reason to look for who your biological father was. You asked your mothers, sure, but it was stated he was someone who provided them sperm and nothing more.
“He got what he wanted and in return…”
Jungkook flips you onto your knees. He wraps an arm around your neck and enters you once more. He continues the brutal pace, skin slapping and echoing off of the trees. You’re not sure if you were going to survive this. Your insides hurt - even if it came with brief pleasure. Your body was aching just as bad and Jungkook showed no chance of stopping.
“...in return…I got you, beautiful human of mine…” Jungkook grunts. “...you’ll be coming back home with me to Hell.”
It was your alarm that had woken you up that following morning. You jerked upward, eyes scanning the room. Your room.
You were in your room.
You inhaled deeply and exhaled just the same. Your ears are ringing and your fluttering eyes are attempting to adjust to the sunlight coming from your bedroom window.
Your aching legs manage to move. You swing them around your bed and lift yourself. You managed to make it to your mirror and you gasped.
You weren’t dirty nor covered in mud like you expected. That couldn’t have been a dream - everything felt far too realistic to be one. You were intimate with a demon - he had told you that you were his because of a father you never met.
Your eyes scan the scars and bruises littering your body. There’s hand marks upon your throbbing skin, one around your neck and two on both sides of your waist. You can see the bite marks that drew blood on your neck and another between your thighs.
You want to cry, but felt that even that would be hypocritical. You allowed a demon into your body - to have something precious that should have belonged to your human partner. You have learned from an early age that demons were tricksters and you had fallen into their trap.
You shower until the hot water runs cold - and even then you did not want to remove yourself. You washed your skin countless times in hopes to rid yourself of the sick feeling, but it never left. You could feel his hands on your body now as if he was here - his teeth and his tongue grazing along onto your skin.
Your mind betrayed you as did your body. There’s flashes replaying the long night Jungkook had bestroved for you. How he had taken you so roughly against the cemetery ground, both of you covered in blood. How he had flipped you and taken you against a tree, allowed you on top of him - almost every inch of the area you had been fucked on.
You clench your legs together and clench your fists. You dried your body, trying to rid your thoughts of the sinful encounter - but they wouldn’t leave. You were beginning to feel the uncomfortable throb between your legs once more.
Pray.
You had to pray.
You dressed in fresh clothing and went towards your vanity. Your rosary would be there. You grasp it in your hands, ready to send a prayer when the rosary begins to burn in your hands. You screamed, dropping it to the floor and watching with wide eyes as it began to burn through the hardwood floor.
“No…”
You trembled, not taking your sight off of the burning rosary.
You were too far gone - you were damned to Hell.
The tears finally came. You have dropped to your knees now, praying for forgiveness for the sins you committed. Your God would understand - he had to. You didn’t want to sleep with the demon that was Jungkook. You had no choice. He had you underneath a demonic spell that had you moaning his name, crying tears of lust and pleasure…
Had you been screaming his name, claiming how much you wanted Jungkook…
You wrapped your arms around him and begged for more - each and every time…
The feeling was returning. The familiar arousal between your legs and the warm feeling against your skin. You lay upon the cool hardwood floor, wanting nothing more than for your temperature to subside.
Why you?
Why were you being cursed by Jungkook?
What was the supposed deal Jungkook made with your biological father? And even so, you didn’t even know the man. Was he even still alive?
“Beautiful human.”
Your body jerks at the sound of Jungkook - his sultry voice.
Jungkook leans against the nearest wall of your bedroom. He’s sporting all black once more, this time a fitted shirt and slacks. His eyes are the familiar shade of crimson and they watch you closely.
“Look at you. In a pool of your own arousal once more.” Jungkook shakes his head, a smirk placed on such beautiful lips…
You shake your head. This wasn’t your mind thinking - it had to be the demonic spell.
“I have not put you under any spell.”
Can he read your mind?
“I can read your mind, beautiful.” Jungkook states. “You can learn to read mine. Once we venture to Hell.”
You aren’t going to Hell. You were going to ask God for his forgiveness - to be allowed to be underneath his guidance once more.
“God…” Jungkook chuckles darkly. “...will never take you. He never had you to begin with, beautiful. Why do you think it was so easy for me to get my hands on you?”
The familiar tightening in your throat, the heat radiating your skin and the goosebumps were returning. Your clit throbbed uncomfortably as if your body knew Jungkook was near.
“Your body will always submit to me, beautiful. As it belongs to me.”
No.
No.
No!
“I know you feel the arousal once more. How wet you are. You’re such a needy little thing, huh?” Jungkook cackles loudly. “Touch yourself, beautiful. See how wet you are.”
No.
You weren’t going to.
If so, why were your hands going beneath your shorts to touch yourself?
“It’s okay, beautiful. Touch yourself and watch me.”
You want to deny him the satisfaction of watching you, but you’re already succumbing to his demonic spell. You were positive that he’s done something to your mentality that you could never deny him.
“I-I can’t.” you snatch your hands from your shorts, feeling flush with embarrassment.
“That just means you want me to, huh?” Jungkook is kneeling down beside you in the blink of an eye. You want to ask how he does it, but you’re afraid of the answer. You weren’t ready to go down a rabbit hole of demonic entities and powers.
“No…?”
“Is that a question, beautiful?”
Jungkook’s already tugging your pants down and taping your thighs aside. He’s amused by how easily you give into him.
“Go ahead and tell me no.” Jungkook plays with the lace of your underwear. Your clit is visible to him - wet and inviting as always. “Then I'll leave.”
“You’ll leave?”
Don’t sound disappointed, you think. You wanted this demonic entity gone - right?
“Of course. Tell me to leave, Y/N. And I’ll go.”
Jungkook hooks a finger inside your laced panties with a shake of his head. So divine and so sweet - even after he completely ruined you not long ago.
Tell him to go.
Tell him to leave you alone and to never return.
Be stern, you think. Resist him and the impure thoughts of this demon.
But you don’t. Those words never leave your lips.
“Already so wet, my beautiful human.” Jungkook enters a finger inside of you for a second. He then removes it and enters it inside his mouth. “And taste so heavenly.” he cackles. “Heavenly for someone going to Hell.”
You don’t respond to Jungkook’s words. He’s already entering his fingers back inside of you. He pumps slowly at first to get you comfortable - and then he’s rapid. The sounds of his moving fingers echo off the walls of your bedroom - mixed with your moans of pleasure. It sends shockwaves throughout your body.
It’s so sinful, you think. How when you were a child with your mothers going to church, even if the three of you got awkward stares - how you read the bible alongside them. You prayed every night before bed, before every meal - you needed to know where exactly you went wrong.
“Still blaming yourself, sweetheart?” Jungkook’s so beautiful, you think. You recall many times hearing that demons were often beautiful to trick you into sinning with them. “I told you, you were destined to me long before you were even born.”
You feel Jungkook’s fingers hitting your g-spot, curling inside of you with each thrust. It’s as if he was going deeper and deeper each time. You don’t want to look at the beautiful man, but it’s as if he compels you to. His crimson eyes - so captivating and inhumane. You were told that you were under no spell, but that had to be a lie - demons always lie.
“I never tell no lies, my beautiful human.” Jungkook comes closer to you, licking his lips. “What you feel right now is not due to any spell, but your own body submitting to me.”
Your soft moans only fuel Jungkook on further. His tongue licks along the skin of your collarbone. Your thighs tremble with pleasure when you feel his teeth once more - he’s biting you. It doesn’t hurt, you note, not like it did when he bit you at the cemetery.
You’re breathing quicken and your eyes snaps shut; you were going to cum. You cannot remember when you ever felt this much pleasure in such a short amount of time until now, and all you can truly think about was succumbing deeper and deeper into the pleasure.
“I know you feel it coming.” Jungkook’s breath tickles your neck as he speaks. “Say my name, beautiful human. Who is the demon who’s going to make you cum?”
“J-Jungkook…!” you shout, feeling the wave of pleasure shoot out of you. It engulfs your entire body, shuddering up the back of your spine and causing goosebumps to litter your skin.
It was when you opened your eyes did you think you were going crazy - completely insane. Jungkook was gone, seemingly never in front of you. Your fingers were inside of you instead of his own, completely soaked in your slick.
“How did you find me? I know your…mothers. They wouldn’t give up that information.”
It took a week to track down your biological father - a week of torment each night with Jungkook. You cried after you realized that you masturbated, not because you thought it was wrong - you’ve done so before. But because you weren’t sure what was real and what was fake anymore. No prayer stopped Jungkook from returning to you each night - and you never told him yourself to stop; your body submitting to him each time like he’s stated.
You visited your mother on the third day and even she saw the bags beneath your eyes. She questions your appearance, but all you could think about was the very man before you - it took hours to convince her, but she eventually caved.
“Well…” your father murmurs, sighing after a moment of silence. “...what do you want? Money?”
Your eyes roam over the large estate he lived in. Money would’ve been nice if there wasn’t a literal demon fucking you every night - but even you wouldn’t think to ask him for money. He was nothing but a donor for your mother’s to have a child, never truly intending to be in your life.
“What deal did you make with the demon?” you ask bluntly.
Your father’s eyes widen slightly at your choice of words. He turns to close the doors to the office you sat in before turning back to you.
“What…are you talking about?” he coughs, turning back to you.
“What deal did you make with the demon that’s tormenting me?” you don’t mean for your tone to come out harsh, but it does. You were upset - rightfully so. “What are you? A musician? You promised that son of a bitch your first born child for a record deal-”
“I’m not a musician.” he raises his hands in an attempt to calm you. “H-How did you find me-”
“Are you not listening?!” you take a deep breath, again, not wanting to appear too angered. “There’s a demon tormenting me every night. He said that my…father,” you didn’t want to call him that. He had no intentions of ever being in your life, he was nothing but a donor. But it didn’t matter to Jungkook. “made a deal with him. What the fuck was the deal you made with the demon? Why am I the one being tormented when I know you have other children-”
“You are my first born daughter.” the man caves. His voice comes out in a whisper and barely audible. “I have a son older than you before I made the deal.” his voice is cracking - was he guilty? After all these years did he feel bad for whatever he’s done? “I…I needed money to support my family. The demon said if I had a daughter that I…” the man blinks away from you. “...my wife fell pregnant with another son after we made the deal. That demon was upset. I’ll never forget those eyes. He threatened to kill my wife and kids if I didn’t give him a daughter. That was the plan. I never knew demons were specific with gender.”
Your blood runs cold as his words ring in your mind.
“I…what’s your name?”
You’re taken aback by his sudden interest. “Y/N.” you murmur.
“I thought the demon…I don’t know what I thought.” he sighs. “I kept tabs on you for years now and you remained alive. The demon didn’t take you when you were born like I initially thought he would. Each year passed and I began to think that maybe…he forgot? He didn’t want you anymore.”
You want to laugh. To think your life was given away before you were ever conceived. Your eyes roam the large office space and linger on a picture - a family one. The man before you with a woman, his wife, and two boys - his sons. They appeared happy as a small family of four.
You sniffle, unsure truly if you could be upset with him. He was only doing what he thought was right at the time, trying to provide for his family. You ponder what would happen if he did have a daughter instead of a second son - would Jungkook have been tormenting her instead of you?
You shake your head.
“I have to go.” you exhale. “I-”
“I am…so sorry.”
You glance at the man’s way and nod your head.
“So am I.” you murmur to him, your legs already walking towards the door of his office.
Your body is sweating, beads of sweat pooling down your skin. Your shirt sticks to you thickly and you’re sure that this is how you were going to die - or pass out. Whichever came first.
Your eyes snap and you lean your head back, cupping your forehead. You sat at your desk, your work forgotten about.
It’s been two months now since you've been tormented by Jungkook - though he had been missing for the last week. You were grateful - in a way - that he has not returned. Your body needed the rest.
Your throat closes up and your eyes snap open. You never ran as fast as you did now, pushing past your co-workers to make your way into the restroom. You slam the stall door open and hurl right into the toilet. You felt physically ill, vomiting for the next ten minutes.
You were sent home once a co-worker found you like that, crying and vomiting - you weren’t even sure you had enough in your stomach to continue, but your body kept on.
It was the following day - you were given a few days off to recover - when you noticed that something was terribly wrong with you. You visited your mother that night for dinner - she claimed that you looked both hungry and ill. She was just going to start dinner - steak - and that you needed to relax while she finished up.
You thought the smell of raw meat would disgust you, but it didn't. While your mother washed dishes in the sink, humming to herself, you opened the fridge to find yourself something to drink. You were parched and now growing hotter by the second. You smelt it first - the raw steak your mother had placed in the fridge for another day. She hadn’t seasoned it yet like she usually did and it caught your eyes almost instantly. Your eyes glanced before the fridge door to your mother, scrubbing along the dishes.
You grasp the bowl the steak was placed in and sniff it, your stomach rumbling. Before you can process what you’re doing, you sink your teeth into the raw meat, the blood oozing from the corner of your lips. It tasted delicious - finally something you could smell or taste without vomiting it up moments after.
Your mind suddenly clicks on what in the world you’re doing. You slam the fridge door shut and hurl the bitten steak in the trash. You feel ill - not because you just ate raw meat, but because you liked it.
“You ate raw meat?” your doctor asks, chuckling awkwardly. “That cannot be good.”
“That’s why I’m here.” you murmur, playing with your fingers to not look your doctor in the eye. “There must be something wrong with me. I-I sweat constantly. I always feel sick. I can’t sleep most nights-”
“That’s what we were looking into.” your doctor nods, offering you a kind smile. “We ran some tests and a part of the problem can be answered. You’re pregnant.”
Pregnant.
Pregnant?
You shake your head slowly, eyes now widening at the doctor. “I can’t be…” you trail off.
The only person - were demons even people? Your mind races at the word pregnant. You were only sexually active with Jungkook - an act you weren’t sure if you had complete control over.
Demons had to be infertile - you were a human woman. There was no way you could be pregnant by a demon.
“We took multiple tests, Y/N. Would you like for me to perform a sonogram?”
You’re starting to feel ill again.
“Y-Yea.” you whisper.
The gel placed upon your stomach is cold. You don’t want to look upon the screen, but you’re drawn to it.
Your doctor hums. “That’s weird.” he murmurs. “The baby appears large.”
You’re unsure how to read the screen, but you try your hardest.
“But you’re rather small. You are still in the beginning stages of your pregnancy.” your doctor continues.
You pull your eyes away from the screen.
You shake your head.
“I can’t have this baby.”
Your doctor glances at you, but he doesn’t say anything but nod.
“Is there a way I can set up an appointment?” you continue. “I-I can’t keep this baby.”
Your doctor nods again. “We can set one up as soon as we have available. Let me speak-”
Your doctor coughs, and then begins to clench his chest. You lean forward as he begins to cough blood. He proceeds to fall to the ground, sonogram equipment crashing alongside him.
You swing your legs around to get up from the hospital bed. You swing the door open and scream out. “I-I think he’s having a heart attack in here!”
The room swarms with nurses, all pushing you aside. You couldn’t take your eyes off of your doctor as he’s being ushered out. Even as you make your way back home, did you feel as though you were at fault.
You swing the door to your home open and walk in. You close it behind you and wake your way towards your bedroom.
“Y/N.”
You come face to face with Jungkook.
“Welcome home, my beautiful human.” Jungkook offers you a smile, small dimples on display. “I’ll allow this realm to be your home for now.”
You shake your head.
Jungkook takes a few steps closer to you. “You’re glowing.” he hums.
“You did this to me.” you hiss his way. “You put this…thing in me-”
“Thing?” Jungkook cackles, red eyes glaring at you. “You mean our child?”
“This isn’t a child.”
“But it is, my beautiful human. Made with our flesh and blood. A product of our love.” Jungkook is in front of you in a matter of seconds. He turns you around so you are facing the floor-length mirror in your room. He places a hand upon your stomach. “Such a powerful being to rival the strongest and most powerful demons of the underworld. I can feel it.”
You feel your throat tighten.
“You cannot feel such power yet. But as he grows throughout the months, so will his powers. They’ll be similar to my own.”
He?
“Yes. He. It’s a boy - I can feel him. He can also feel your disappointment, my beautiful human. You don’t want our child to feel hatred while he’s not yet been born.”
You shake your head. You didn’t want a child - not with a demon. You had your life planned the best you could. Find a man that you loved, get married - have children when the time was right.
This time was not right.
“It is right.” Jungkook lifts your shirt to reveal your stomach. You feel disgusted that it begins to move. You’ve never seen anything like it. Women in early pregnancy didn’t look like you now. It was as if the child inside of you was attempting to claw its way out.
“Our childs power has shown itself today. He had his first kill.” Jungkook appears proud, crimson eyes shining. “It was self-defense. You tried to get rid of him, Y/N. He knows you did.”
Your heart sinks. Your doctor having a form of a heart attack, bleeding out in front of you. That was you - the child you were pregnant with.
You blink rapidly to not cry, even if you desperately wanted to.
“Everything would be fine if you would stop fighting your destiny. You were destined to be mine - to submit to me. You are now having our child.”
Jungkook removes his hands from your stomach and lifts it in the air. From his reflection, you witness a small box appear in his hand.
“How do you feel, Y/N?” Jungkook asks, opening the box. “Do you feel nauseous? Headache? Hot?”
You shake your head, watching Jungkook remove a ring from the box. “I know,” he says. “you haven’t felt that way since you walked inside the room. It’s because our child feels welcomed with me around him. He isn’t on alert. He feels safe.”
Jungkook turns you around, holding up the ring. It’s large, a dark stone at the center surrounded by smaller diamonds. He grabs your hand in his own, sliding the ring onto your finger. “You humans enjoy jewelry as an act of commitment.” he states. “Now here it is. Consider us…married.” Jungkook shrugs his shoulders.
Jungkook offers a smile, unbeknownst to you, a cunning one. Humans were always easy to manipulate.
Your chest is ready to explode into small pieces. Your chest is tingling, you unwillingly inhale hoping that your lungs would be filled with air - the perfect amount of oxygen needed. Instead, it fills with water. Your head begins to feel numb and light, almost as if it’s going to crack open.
You feel dizzy, as if it dawned onto you just now that you were going to die here. Your arms flapped around for anything, but the weight of the water just brings you down deeper and deeper.
You managed to open your eyes, but the water isn’t clear. It’s hard to make out your surroundings and you cannot fathom what you’ve done to get here.
You clenched your eyes shut in hopes the ringing in your head would go away, but it didn’t. Instead, it got louder and louder.
There’s no air left in your lungs, nothing keeping you alive.
Your flaring hands cup your stomach - the bump that grew larger throughout the months. Your baby. Your heart sinks at the thought that not only you would be dying right now, but so would your son - even if a part of him was Jungkook, a demon, he was still a part of you.
Your chest burned while the rest of your body ached. You could no longer fight your kicking legs. You feel yourself sink deeper and deeper into the abyss, your surroundings only growing darker and darker.
Your mind, what little left you had of it, screamed for Jungkook to save you - that he was truly your only hope left. Not just for you, but for the child you both shared.
Your screams echo and bounce off of your ears. Your body begins to frail once more, feeling yourself being restrained. Your eyes finally focus and you realize that you are not deep in the abyss anymore.
Cries are heard throughout the room and finally, you stop fighting against the hands restraining you.
“I-Is that…”
You aren’t in a room. You aren’t sure where in the world you are. The walls are stone and high. There’s candles that are lined around your cot and on the walls. Surrounding you are several men, all unfamiliar except one. Jungkook. He’s holding something in his arms, wrapped in a clothed blanket.
“Our son.” Jungkook rocks the wailing baby until he’s quiet.
“Can I…hold him?”
The six men surrounding you all watch as Jungkook places the baby into your arms. Your eyes are fixed on him. He doesn’t appear to be that of a newborn - yet, he was half demon, so you wouldn’t hold anything against him. He’s still so small in your arms and against your chest and warm to the touch. There’s a mop of dark hard atop of his head.
Your son's eyes are open - and they are the same as Jungkook’s. Crimson, shining right up at you.
Your finger touches his skin, feeling your heart feel warm at just the sight of him.
Jungkook hums, feeling himself smile. He had you now - fully. Now more than ever would have if it was not for the child he’d given you; you had called for him while in the abyss to save the both of you. Even if there was never any direct harm to you physically, mentally you were calling for him. Him to protect you and his son.
“It’s time.” one of the men said. Jungkook takes the baby back into his arms, shushing when the small infant begins to sob at your lack of contact.
“W-What’s happening?” you want to hold your baby close to you once more, inhale the soft baby scent that even a half demon like he had.
The six men surrounding you began to chant. You’re unsure what’s happening, but your heart sinks. There’s an uneasy feeling in your core.
“Jungkook…” you murmur, reaching out for him.
“It’s alright, my beautiful human.” Jungkook takes a step back with the baby, rocking him gently. “The bond has been completed. Now we can be together for eternity. In Hell.”
The room begins to shake, as if an earthquake was beginning to happen. The candles on the stone walls all fall, falling onto the ground and erupting around you.
“Jungkook!” you shout, your nails clenching the thin sheet surrounding you. What in the world is going on right now?
“The pain will not last long, my beautiful wife…” Jungkook trails off. His son begins to cry, feeling the distress coming from his mother - noted seeing as he was just as connected to you as he was to Jungkook. “...once it’s over, you can reunite with us in the Underworld. We will be waiting for you.”
The chants only get louder and the room hotter. When you managed to take your eyes away from Jungkook, you looked towards the shaking ground. It erupts, pits of flames crashing through the ground. You scream, unsure of what was going on.
Jungkook’s words ring in your mind - you would be reunited with them in the Underworld.
Your blood runs cold, feeling your arms being pulled upon from an unknown force deep within the pits.
Your eyes lock with Jungkook for a last time, crimson eyes staring right into your own. You’re unsure how to read him - he was a demon and could demons ever truly be trusted? They were cunning and selfish; only truly anything for personal gain.
‘I’ll be right down there when you arrive, Y/N. We both will.’
You’re shocked for a moment, hearing Jungkook’s voice directly into your thoughts. Now your body is being dragged down into the Earth, swallowing you fully and yet, all you could hear are Jungkook’s words in your head.
Your boyfriend is wimpish, toothsome when he needs to be, self-sacrificing and you would've liked a hero to spend a breezy simple life with but proves to be he's not everything he excuses himself as, proves that he's selling down the river. His boss, whereas, is none of these things but worse, in an compelling-compelling way.
⭑.ᐟ JEON JUNGKOOK
➵ Sugar and Sin (e2l, grumpyxsunshine, mafia au, A, M, F,)
➵ STATUS: ONGOING
Aurora beckett, friendly neighborhood baker and the terror of the shadows, Jeon Jungkook go well together and run into more trouble that they ever had.
"You are stuck in time, and Jungkook doesn't stop running from it until he eventually does, and you learn that grief doesn't wait for death, that love isn't all that dignifying."
➵ SPIDER EXPOSURE (r2l, spiderkook au, F, M, A)
➵ STATUS: NOT OUT YET
Jeon Jungkook is just your average over-caffeinated, sleep-deprived university student trying to survive deadlines, group projects, and the occasional armed robbery. He manages it well. He's good at it. He's even excellent in class. Until you with your gold tipped nails and a hundred thousand followers start to make him forget what day it is. Always one step too close to danger and one spot too close to his place at the top of the class. Start to aim right for his webs. He's off balance now. He's falling. After all, love is a lot like falling.
| TEASER |
➵ PLEAD THE FIFTH (e2l, neighbors au, marriage of convenience, M, A, F)
➵ STATUS: ONGOING
There are not many things you had asked for when you were a little girl. Perhaps a window that opened when it rained. A life that belonged entirely to you, with fulfilling, fluttering love that would fill every crack in your wall, have you swept off the ground. But somehow, you ended up being swallowed by a city with people so big and important instead. Running and running until it spit you straight into the hands of a man who has a clean badge, the cleanest of them all, some say, doesn’t blink or smile and definitely doesn’t believe a damn word you say. Chief Jeon, all rules and iron eyes, wants you gone. Too bad the city isn't done with you and neither is he because it's all starting to look a lot like consequences.
➵ ARRANGEMENTS (e2l, workplace neighbours, smau, crack, F, A)
➵ STATUS: ONGOING
"You're the new florist in town and all your flowery charm isn't a good look on the third floor tattoo shop that has been running as old as time, in all appearances. Neither on the man who hates how his tattoo clients now linger by your shop window before heading up, doesn't like the smell of peonies sneaking under his studio door. Most of all, he hates you."
