“Yoongi brings home a surprise that will make your little family grow, and it is something you would have never expected him to care for.”
Pairing: Sanguis Polycule
Genre: Slice of Life!AU, Polyamory!AU, Fluff
Warnings: so much cuteness, Yoongi is a secret softie, this is honestly just really cute and soft
Wordcount: 2k
a/n: given how i am still struggling with true mates, have something sweet and fluffy instead. honestly it was about time that i gave this family a pet (spoiler alert lmaooa) 💚
It is a normal, entirely mundane and perhaps even a little boring Wednesday. It has been raining all day and the temperature is unnaturally low for the season. Staying inside is the only thing one can do to stay dry and a big can of tea is being warmed up on a tealight.
Taehyung is painting by the window bench, finding inspiration in the rainy view. Jungkook is on the sofa, listening to music and humming to it every now and then. Jimin sits by the small work table and writes poetry. And you are watering the houseplants, bored out of your mind yet content enough to exist to not want to do anything.
You take out your phone and check Hoseok’s chat. The last conversation you had with him was about what kind of clothes he should pack for his trip. He hasn’t texted you yet, which meant that he is still travelling. Seokjin and Emma invited him, and his flight left around an hour ago.
You leave your chat with him, realising that Yoongi texted you a question twenty minutes ago.
Boongie ♡: Do you want chocolate chip cookies or miniature apple tarts?
Boongie ♡: They also have peanut butter chocolate cookies.
You never texted him back and so you do now, telling him of your choice. He texts back within seconds.
Boongie ♡: Thanks. I needed that information twenty minutes ago.
You: Sorry… I have my phone on mute…
Yoongi left to go grocery shopping around an hour ago. You offered to come with him, but he told you that he needed some alone time. You respect each other’s need for space, so you didn’t pester him any further and instead joined the others in the living room.
The living room was lifeless when you first came here. Yoongi’s deteriorating mental health, the tension between the castle mates and a lack of familial bonding left most of the castle in a state of neglect. Nothing was dirty or rundown, just vast of love, care and life. An empty shell too big to fill. Until you all found your home here one by one, and the castle breathed in the growing bond. Taehyung brought out his paintings and with it colour, you brought plants and with it life, Jungkook brought games and therefore laughter, and Jimin brought a keen eye for interior design and with it comfort. And Yoongi, well, Yoongi healed and brought safety.
It seeped into each nook and cranny of the castle. The rundown, actually rundown, attic was repaired and turned into a cozy magic studio for practice as well as decently sized apartments for guests. Hoseok as well as Seokjin and Emma live in them whenever they are around. It is nice when they are because it makes the castle even livelier.
You lie down on the unoccupied side of the couch with a sigh, poking Jungkook’s feet with your own. He reacts by poking you back.
You sigh again. How mundanely boring and yet it brings you a great sense of contentment.
You aren’t alone on the sofa for long, as Taehyung snuggles into you.
“You are sighing a great deal. What is the matter, sweetest?” he asks in his signature soft voice, kissing your cheek.
“Nothing, just a little bored.”
“Mhm, boredom. I see, a terrible fate indeed.”
“Yeah, but it’s alright. I think a person should have boring days. We’re living a time where we’re constantly exposed to stimuli. It’s good to let the brain reset.”
“I see boredom in a new light. A chance to reset, what an important thing boredom is.”
“I agree. Although, if it lasts more than one day, I get a little restless.”
“Me too.”
“Are you getting along with the painting?”
“Indeed I am. If everything goes well, I shall be finished with it this week.”
“That’s nice. We can hang it in castle somewhere. You have to decide the place.”
“Oh no. No, it is just a simple sketch. I do not wish to hang it.”
“Alright, your call. Do you think that the rain will stop?”
“Mhm, I could not tell you. The sky is rather dark, so I assume it will continue for quite a while longer.”
“Yeah, I thought so too.”
You enjoy these types of moments with Taehyung. You can talk with him so easily and it reminds you what was it that made you fall for him.
Jungkook shifts on the sofa, taking off his headphones.
“Yoongi’s back”, he says even before the mentioned is in the living room.
Jimin lowers his quill, you and Taehyung look at the door.
“Hey”, Yoongi, packed with boxes and hair slightly damp, announces his presence.
“Hey, hyungie. Did you get everything?”
“Yes.”
“Do you need help with putting them away?”
“No, thanks. I want to do it alone.”
“Alright then.”
He nods and leaves the room.
“Huh? Did you fight earlier?” Jimin asks, unaware of Yoongi’s need for personal space.
Jungkook seems a little confused as well. He is used to Yoongi’s deadpan way of talking, but this felt different.
“No. He said that he is not feeling very social today”, you explain, relaxing Jungkook with it.
“Going grocery shopping is the best idea then”, Jimin says sarcastically, “the grocery store is social hell.”
“I think it’s relaxing.”
“That’s because you’re insane. Grocery shopping is concentrated stress.”
“If you say so”, you say and settle back against Taehyung. He welcomes you with a cuddle, earning himself a smooch on the cheek.
“I really like your eyes”, he says, tracing your face.
“A compliment out of nowhere?”
“Yes. It was impossible to keep inside.”
“You’re a cutie.”
You and Taehyung begin to giggle and snicker again while Jungkook returns to his music and Jimin pretends not to be bothered by the PDA. He cannot stand it, but knows that it makes Taehyung happy. He doesn’t want to take away his best friend’s happiness.
Time passes which you spend in cozy harmony and then Yoongi returns.
He is carrying a cardboard box, calling attention.
“What’s that?”
“I had reasons why I wanted to be alone today.”
“Really? Is it something upsetting?”
“No, it’s something good. I hope.”
He sits down on the rug in front of the sofa and puts the cardboard box down. You all join him on the floor, gathering around the box and features soaked in curiosity.
“What’s that?” you ask.
“Something for you.”
“For me?”
“Yeah and kinda for everyone. It’ll make sense.”
“Alright?”
“Open it.”
You pick up the box and try to shake it.
“Don’t!” He stops you loudly. “Just put it down and open it carefully.”
“Oh, okay. Did you get me a bomb or something?”
“Open it.” Yoongi bites his nails, knee bouncing up and down nervously. He makes you feel nervous too. You open the box carefully.
Meep!
The smallest kitten stares back at you. Black fur, green eyes and a small antenna tail, it can barely stand on two legs to climb the walls of the box. You all gasp in delighted surprise.
“A kitten? You got me a kitten?”
“You keep talking about getting a cat. I found him abandoned a week ago and today he could finally leave the vet.”
“So you didn’t even go grocery shopping, you just got a kitten from the vet?”
“I did both.” He scoops up the tiny animal, holding it as carefully as possible. “Look. He is very small. He fits in my hand”, he says, face and voice deadpan which contradicts his cute words.
“He is indeed very small. Oh my god, I’m still in shock. Did you actually get a kitten?”
“I rescued him from a gas station. He was very thin and shivered a lot. The vet said that I rescued him at the right moment, one more night outside would have killed him.”
“No, this is awful. Poor kitty. Do you think someone abandoned him?”
“I think his mom was a stray and maybe he was the runt of the litter.”
“Nature can be so cruel. Poor kitty.”
“Yeah, but he is strong.” Yoongi holds up the kitten until he is face to face with it. The kitten takes a step closer and climbs his face in curiosity. Yoongi lets it happen with closed eyes. “He meows a lot and bites when you aren’t looking. I think he knows what he’s doing.”
You snicker, heart racing. Yoongi is adorable when he talks about this kitten. Especially because he does it so seriously. You love the way he talks.
“I’m sure that he does.”
He lowers the kitten. It instantly climbs off his lap and begins exploring its surroundings, climbing all over the others. The sweet moment paints smiles on all of your faces.
“He does that too. He kept climbing the car seat. You have to be careful with his claws.”
“Yes, I can feel that”, Taehyung says, trying to unclaw the kitten from his knee. “Careful now, baby. You may be tiny, but your claws are sharp as knifes. Goodness, not my skin.”
Yoongi clicks his tongue and purrs once as if he is talking to the kitten, then picks it up to put it back on his lap. The kitten retaliates with loud squeaks, chewing on Yoongi’s thumb with maximum effort and minimal damage. Yoongi purrs in answer, petting its tiny head.
“Ouchies”, Taehyung says and chuckles, reaching out to pet the kitten on its butt. “You are quite the fighter, aren’t you?”
The kitten jumps off Yoongi’s lap and begins chasing Taehyung’s fingers. Yoongi’s eyes soften, following the tiny animal.
“I think it would be good if he grew up here”, he says, rubbing his neck nervously.
“I agree. Can we keep him?” Jungkook asks.
“If you want to.”
“Of course we want to keep him. Gosh Yoongi, you are the sweetest person ever”, you say and hug him, “thank you so much.”
“Mhm, of course”, he says, very clearly expecting a kiss, which you grant him very eagerly. He purrs when you caress his cheeks afterwards and sags his shoulders in relaxation when you give him a smile.
“Did you give him a name yet?”
“Tang.”
“Tang? Why tang?”
“From seoltang, sugar, because it fits a kitten.”
“Tang. Yes, that’s a good name and it’s sweet just like you my sugarboo.”
“Okay, if you say so”, he mumbles, nose blushy and gaze shy.
“Aish, hey”, Jimin’s exclaim draws attention. The kitten managed to jump up the front of his shirt, trying to climb to the pendant around his neck. Jimin supports the cat by his butt, laughing honestly, “I’m not your cat tree. What do you want? The pendant? Alright take it then.”
He sets it down alongside the kitten, who instantly begins chewing on it. With maximum effort and minimal damage.
“I will build him a cat tree. I have enough wood lying around”, Yoongi says.
“I want to help”, Jungkook says, “I always wanted to have a pet.”
“Me too. Animals are so innocent”, Taehyung agrees, playing with the kitten by dragging the pendant around on the carpet.
“Stay like this, I’m taking a picture”, Jimin says, taking out his phone to snap the first of far too many cat pictures.
“He will grow up in a very loving family”, you say, reaching for Yoongi.
He meets you in the middle, squeezing your hand.
“I would kill for him”, he murmurs, zoning out on the playing kitten.
And so it happens that your little family has grown some more, and with it, the life which fills this very castle.
jungkook seeks to be with a partner who craves it twice a day like he does: everything else wouldn't make sense. it's as natural and easy to him as breathing, he has no hang-ups (erectile dysfunction? 'post nut clarity'? four minute sex? what is that?), because this man is some type of ramen-powered superhuman, and he will never get enough. in any position of your choosing. in fact, he got himself a reversible vasectomy a couple years ago, he knows that makes it easier for him and his bed partner. he doesn't entertain a hesitant person who struggles to be sensual, mutual comfort is priority. if his partner is not self-assured, he cannot feel confident, either.
jin should never be underestimated here. even though he doesn't take an athletic approach, he just... wants to be buried inside someone and not do or think about anything else. living in the moment. moaning when you bounce on him. jin truly lives a dolce vita. "just relax. we can wind down together, okay?" even if - and this will surprise you - sex actually has a serious atmosphere with him often, it's not just jokes and fooling around. still, he doesn't want to get bogged down, no drama, no excess talking. it's lights out, doggy style, vibrator for your clit, lube and protection and just two people on this bed. jin will be as casual or committed as you like it, and the chemistry pops.
hoseok, thinking about sex all the time when he cooks or dances, would occupy the second place if it wasn't for him being cleanly. there's a household to look after, he is busy, he trains, he mentors, he carefully curates outfits, socializes... not as much time left. but other than that, he can pick up the pace, and he wants to lose himself in it with a partner. hobi is more fickle and not as toughed-up than his stage image suggests, but he can give it to you the way you request it from him. he is too dutiful for his own good, this guy just has an impeccable ethic. you'll see him as emotional rather than dark in moments when he can't grind and think of all the important things at once anymore. then, he will resemble jimin, falling dead asleep, rest takes priority.
taehyung needs a build-up. a story to it, an arc. five one-night-stands in a row, oof. would corrode his self-image. like he wouldn't have any esteem left. sure: he can be nasty. but there has to be a web of context, interaction, life points... without the dining table and the walk in the park it's not cohesive and enjoyable to him. like jimin, he needs the talking aspect. he won't strip for a disagreeable person. taehyung's fine sense is very strict here, it kills his drive fast if even a little thing is off and two people don't gel. if there's seamless, "we complete the other's sentences" compatibility, he will indulge. needs four hours to prepare himself, however. no sex without a really good perfume on.
jimin is often 'stuck on' the getting cozy aspect. snuggles are life, i feel you, jimin. "it sucks without cuddling!" is his signature complaint when someone just wants to take off his clothes and go. jimin hates that so much. like he is flattered, yes, but why so fast? he is the most excellent lover you can think of when it comes to thrusting and changing positions, but he is focused on two personalities being emotionally satisfied first. conversation is not just foreplay to jimin. he does like bodies doing body things. but his dancing and tour routine can leave him collapsed on a hotel sofa for hours,
yoongi almost ties with namjoon, but he can get surprise flashes of horniness that even catch him off guard. those will be the most intense ahem studio sessions ever, it's so hot. yoongi loves sex on the occasion, he likes his partner's body, he likes pleasure. but he also loves to sleep, and the security of being beside someone. and his life is packed with work over sex. he doesn't make it a sleazy life philosophy. he thinks some good ass pov porn is pretty yummy, though. he likes the human form more than sex itself, if that makes sense. he's a pillow prince, but yoongi's backshots and "but your legs over my shoulders" can make even someone with no sex drive moan out loud. he knows how to use his hands from certain angles in certain positions, that's what's fun to him.
namjoon, like all intellectual people, prefers to think and write and research about it first. safe sex is smart sex is educated sex, right. it can be a voyeur role, which is why he's maximum perverted, even in the last spot on the list. like you could not picture what his mind can conjure. maybe that's why he struggles to turn this into reality, depending on you as his partner. i.e., he's smart about more things than he's tried, and always worried about sti-related things and pregnancy (same, namjoon). his libido is either dormant or his stamina comes to life for hours.
bonus sub!bts ranking - who loves kinky sex most?
taehyung - especially sensory deprivation
jin - especially roleplay and impact play
jungkook - especially bondage and butt stuff
j-hope - especially CFNM/nudity themes
jimin - especially feathers/tickling and degradation
i’m back with another one, this time it’s them getting called dude/bro by their significant other and getting a lil mad about it 😌 as with the other one, this is with my modern day love interest!men and not a statement of leaving out certain members. ps: leave some comments my loveys i really love reading them ❤
Sanguis!Yoongi is many things in your life: best friend, lover, safe space, consultant and partner. However, he is most definitely not your "dude". So when you accidentally call him as such, he shows you a new side.
You swear that you were simply expressing your excitement for Sanguis!Taehyung's new painting, but suddenly you have him pouting on the other side of the screen.
Your relationship with Sanguis!Hoseok has never been normal. He is your beloved friend who you fuck regularly and sometimes you also cuddle. Calling him "bro" came natural to you, because you thought that this is what you two are, but maybe he is not on the same page than you.
Sanguis!Jungkook loves nicknames. Or so he thought. Because when you threaten him with no more workouts followed by a cold-hearted "bro" he is one second away from bursting into tears.
You know exactly what you were doing when you addressed your husband OGC!Jungkook with a wrong nickname. Sometimes you just have to tease him, his reactions are way too hilarious not to.
You are doom scrolling in your office when the videos on your feed are turning very food centric. The only person you want to text about your growing hunger is your husband ihyily!Taehyung who does not appreciate the new nickname.
A/N: Hey hey! Let me start this off by saying: I never thought I’d be here either. Vamp AUs were always something I was shying away from and refused to write. Admittedly, it was mainly because of the stigma Twilight brought to the Vampire genre in general. It kind of ruined it for me for a very, VERY, long time. So, why did I end up writing this prologue in a genre I never wanted to write for in the first place? Well, I simply thought “Fuck Stephenie Meyer, her shitty sparkling blood suckers and her ridiculously ripped wolf bois. I’ll make my own.” So, I sat down for a long-ass time, looked at the different vampires current media has to offer, and did just that. Giving you that big head’s up: If you think “Hey, I’ve seen that behaviour in XYZ before!” I can already tell you, you probably have (with very few exceptions), and I’m not claiming any of those ideas as my own. I just wanted to have some fun with it.
Genre: FemMC; Crack; Smut; Angst; Vampire!AU; Hoseok x Reader; Enemies to Lovers; Love Triangle; Supernatural
Summary: Sometimes, all it takes are three mistakes to be faced with a new challenge. A challenge of re-inventing yourself in life… or rather: Life after death.
Word Count: 4,834
Chapter Warnings: Strong Language, Explicit Sexual Content, Mention of blood (doy), Heavy Violence (towards all characters – including reader), Major Character Death – If I have missed anything, please let me know. You have been warned.
Prologue
It all started on a normal Friday night. No, it wasn't just a normal Friday night. You could've gone so far as to call it a boring one. You had finished work an hour prior and were about to contemplate which show you should binge for the umpteenth time for the rest of the weekend. But, as luck would have it, you received a call from Yoona, one of your closest friends since starting at your company.
"Say you're my bitch." She demanded; a wide grin noticeable in her sultry low voice.
"I'm your bitch?" You raised an eyebrow, confusion written all over your face.
"Yeah, you are." She laughed out loud at your response. "Guess who got the latest gossip on the next up-and-coming club in town?"
"Oh god which one is it this time?" you rolled your eyes. It wasn't as if you didn't enjoy hanging out with your friends at a club, especially after a full workweek, but usually whenever Yoona suggested a new club, the night didn't quite end the way you would have liked.
"You remember where club Velvet used to be? They've opened up a new place there called The Empire! It's in the prime location for nightlife, so it has to be good!" How good could the location really be when the previous club didn't even last a full year?
"And now you want me to get my ass ready. Gotcha." You got off your couch and started going towards your closet as you continued your conversation. "Have you told Jiwoo yet?"
"Yeah, you know how she is. She was whining about having to take care of her boss' dog over the weekend." You could hear things clattering onto a tile floor on the other end. She undoubtedly was getting ready to go out. "Can you believe that guy? Can't he just hire someone else to take care of the pup while he's away like a normal person would?" as per usual, she started getting side-tracked with her hatred for the most influential person at your workplace. Nobody liked him, especially not Jiwoo who worked as his personal assistant, but Yoona made sure she voiced her disdain for him the loudest. "But, to get back to your question, obviously she'll come for at least a few drinks!"
"Ugh, fine." You sighed as you squeezed your phone between your ear and shoulder and sifted through the hangers in your closet. "If you managed to bully Jiwoo into going, I guess I have no choice." In response you heard a delighted squeal on the other end of the call. "I'll see you in about two hours." And with that, you threw your phone on the bed and continued your search.
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After you had a quick shower, decided on a beautiful, a little revealing, skin-tight red dress and finished your make-up, you wrote a quick message to your friends and met up with them at the – supposedly – new hottest club in town: The Empire.
"Look at you flaunting what your momma gave ya!" Yoona let out a whistle when she laid eyes on you. She was a slim, yet beautifully curvy, woman; her fiery red hair screaming at the world to look at her and the short dark green dress complimenting the warm undertones of her skin.
"Oh, this old thing?" you playfully waved her off, before deciding to pose for your girls. One hand on your hips, the other seductively running through your hair and still making sure your butt and cleavage were the main attraction. Work it, honey. "But look at yourselves all dolled up! I might take you home if none of the guys will." You winked at both of them.
"I appreciate your compliment, but I want to make clear I really can't stay too long. I need to make sure the director's dog gets another walk in before the end of the night." Both Yoona and you rolled your eyes at Jiwoo. Jiwoo was sporting an oversized cream blazer, matching long dress pants, light blue bandeau, paired with a casual pale plateau sneaker and her square black rimmed glasses emphasising her beautiful pale skin. She had always been the responsible one, ever since high school. Someone had to be and you loved her for it. "What? I can't just drop my duties. No matter how much I hate Mr. Kim. And the dog is the least to blame here."
"Someone really needs to kick that gorgeous jerk's ass for treating you like this." Yoona exclaimed, her fists balled up and ready to fight anyone that would cross her friend. Except for your boss, because she loved her job too much and clearly had her eyes on him beyond a professional level. But naturally, she would never admit that out loud.
The three of you continued with idle chitchat for another fifteen minutes while waiting in line until you were eventually quickly let through by the bouncer.
When you finally stepped inside the building, you could already hear the loud music blasting into the dark entrance area. But right as you had set foot inside the club, you felt like someone was watching your every move. It was as if you had stepped into the lion's den, only without knowing he even existed. You looked around and everyone seemed to have a good time. They were drinking, dancing, laughing, people were hitting on each other and got rejected. Everything seemed normal, except for the lingering feeling of uneasiness. Maybe it was just your mind playing tricks on you?
"Let's get our drink on before we hit the dancefloor." Yoona winked at you two and pointed at the bar. Both Jiwoo and you quickly nodded in agreement and manoeuvred your way through dancing couples and other groups of people that were most definitely many drinks into the night already.
It wasn't that difficult for you to get noticed by the bartender. How could you? You were a triplet of gorgeous young women and it probably helped a lot that Yoona turned her charm on the second she made eye contact with the man by showing him a bedazzling smile and sultry eyes.
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After your second round of drinks and about an hour on the dancefloor, you decided it was time for a break. You split up from the group and found an empty stool at the bar and the second you sat down, you released your feet from their cage. Even a wedged heel can only save you for so long.
As you were rubbing your painful feet, the bartender approached you with a glass of champagne. "Oh, I didn't order this." You tried to wave him off.
"This is an invite from Mr. Jung for you and your friends to join him in the VIP Lounge." At the mention of his name, you nonchalantly glanced over your shoulder to where the man had pointed and noticed him right away through the big glass windows of the VIP area. His back was turned towards you and his arms were casually draped over the backrest of a black sofa as he was sipping on his drink. Jung Hoseok.
Anyone that had spent only a few hours in your city's nightlife had heard about him at least once. A young self-made millionaire – though the specifics on just how he did it were unclear – that was as popular as he was good looking. With all the women in the world constantly throwing himself at him, why did he have his eyes on you though? As you turned your head back you could've sworn that, out of the corner of your eye, you thought you saw a cocky smile as he took a sip of his drink. Did he notice your glance?
When you tried to ask the bartender for further explanation, he was already gone to continue his job elsewhere. As you furrowed your brows and spun around again towards the VIP Lounge, contemplating the offer, Hoseok was nowhere to be found. What a truly strange night this already was.
"Is everything alright, Y/N?" Jiwoo had approached you unnoticed while you were deep in thought and apparently looked like it as well.
"No...? Yes...? I don't know?" You stammered and the confusing thoughts made every reply sound like a question. "So... Jung Hoseok invited us to the VIP area?"
"Oh my god! We have to go over and talk to him!" Yoona had also snuck up on you and quickly joined the conversation.
"I don't know... This was supposed to be a girls' night out and we only just got here and –" It wasn't as if you weren't interested in him, but your intuition had been going haywire ever since you had entered the club. You just had this feeling something was not quite right.
"I'm not taking no for an answer! This is Jung Hoseok we're talking about here. Any woman would sell her soul for his attention! And if you're not interested, then there's more for me." Yoona winked as she linked her arm with yours and dragged you away from the bar, directly into your first grave mistake that night.
You took a deep breath before the three of you confidently strutted towards the VIP area where you were met with another bouncer.
"Sorry, VIPs only." He said in a firm tone, arms crossed in front of his chest.
"We're here to see Jung Hoseok." Yoona took the lead, excited like a small child in a candy store.
"There are a lot of people that want to speak to Mr. Jung and he's a very busy man. I'm afraid I can't just let you through."
Before any of you could open your mouth again, Hoseok was suddenly standing right beside the man and put his hand on his shoulder. When did he get there? "It's alright, Hyun, they're with me." Hoseok gave him a crooked smile as he glanced between the man and your group, before looking directly at you with hooded eyes and winked.
"Sorry, of course, Mr. Jung." The man quickly stepped away from the door.
As soon as the bouncer was out of your way, Hoseok took your hand in his and left a small peck on it. His skin was incredibly smooth and the faintly cool touch startled you ever so slightly. "After you, gorgeous." He winked at you again, waiting patiently for you to step inside the VIP area and following you closely as you walked up the flight of stairs.
You immediately noticed the sound from the loud music downstairs being muffled as the door closed behind you, and the same song playing through a different speaker at a much more conversation friendly volume in the lounge itself. "Would you girls like a drink?" Hoseok gestured for your group to sit down next to two blindingly gorgeous men and you were wondering if there had been some kind of big modelling event going on in town.
"Such a gentleman." Yoona had no trouble making herself comfortable. Especially not when her company consisted of her two best friends, free alcohol and a variety of handsome men ripe for the picking.
"I thought it was just going to be us guys tonight, Hoseok." The short man with the silver-ish grey hair spoke up as soon as Yoona sat down next to him, paying her no mind. You could see the panic and uneasiness in his eyes when she started hungrily letting her fingers dance up and down his strong thighs.
"Oh, we didn't mean to make any trouble for –" You were quickly cut off by Hoseok when he took your hand in his and left a gentle peck on the back of it, before looking up at you with his strikingly deep brown eyes that showed an intense hunger for you. But before either of you could say anything, the third man spoke up.
"Could you please wait with your flirting until everyone has decided what we're going to do now?" he stood up from his seat and only then did you realise how slender and tall he really was. He adjusted his glasses as he stood in front of Jiwoo and held out his hand. "Please excuse my ignorant companions. My name is Kim Namjoon. It's a pleasure to meet you, miss...?"
"Song Jiwoo." With a pleased smile she mimicked his movements, pinched the temple of her glasses to move them to a more comfortable position with one hand and shook his hand with the other like a true professional.
"See, everyone is getting along splendidly. You don't want to spoil the fun, do you, Jimin?" Hoseok directed his question towards the short man and as he spoke, he had already dragged you along to sit on the couch with him and put an arm around your shoulder with a big toothy smirk.
"Of course not." Jimin sighed as he delicately picked up Yoona's hand and moved it off of him with a gentle smile.
As soon as everything was settled, everyone had quickly paired up and got lost in their own conversations. Jiwoo with Namjoon, Yoona with Jimin and you with the Jung Hoseok. The man that practically owned the nightlife in this area.
"So, gorgeous," his index finger was drawing slow circles on your upper arm, sending shivers down your spine. "Would you like to tell me your name or do you intend to stay mysteriously beautiful for the rest of the night?"
"Y-Y/N." you stammered, entranced by his smooth face so close to yours.
"Of course, such a charming lady with an even more alluring name." He gave you a crooked smile as he stared seductively into your eyes and with a snap of his fingers, a waiter rushed towards you with an expensive looking bottle of champagne and two glasses. But something still felt wrong. You wanted to free your gaze from his, but you simply couldn't. It was as if he wouldn't let you, as if he physically forced you to look at him. But that wasn't the case. Your eyes were completely fixated on his. They were dark brown with a golden circle around the iris, filled with a desire you had never seen before, captivating you in a prison they had created. He never stopped looking at you, not even while he handed you one of the glasses and clinked them together. "To an unforgettable night." He had a devious smirk on his face as he took a sip of his drink.
You started to feel a tingle in your stomach that only seemed to get more intense the longer you looked at him, his smile unwavering as you felt the heat in your body rise up and your blood seemingly starting to boil. It wasn't painful whatsoever, but it felt unnatural. As you looked closer, the golden circle in his eyes started glowing for just a second, before they went back to normal – or was that just your imagination?
"Listen, Y/N," he said in a deep, almost hungry, voice as he put his drink down and finally stopped looking at you. "I'm going to get straight to the point." When you could move freely again, you started feeling dizzy. It was like you were drunk for more and you didn't even know what it actually was you needed more of. Saying you were confused was the understatement of the year. "We're both extremely attractive people," with one more lustful gaze he moved in closer to your ear as he spoke in a low raspy voice "and I want to see those pretty lips of yours wrapped around my dick." He sighed, sending goosebumps all over your body. "I want you screaming my name until the sun comes up and then never see each other again." As the words left his lips, an image flashed before your eyes for just a split second, but you could see the scene play out in front of you as clear as daylight. It was the image of him, completely naked, on top of your quivering body. Sweat was dripping down from the dishevelled hair on his forehead onto the pillow below you and you were digging your fingernails into his defined shoulder blades as he buried his thick cock deep inside your pussy. The thought alone sent shivers down your spine and the tingling in your stomach returned. "The only thing I need to know is: Your place or mine?"
Before you could even answer his question, he suddenly started nibbling on your ear as the image in front of your eyes showed up yet again, making you quietly moan in pleasure as you leaned closer into him. You had to admit, he was hot, crazy hot. The confidence he exuded was hot, the way he talked was hot and now, so were you. Literally. You felt like you were burning up inside, your body heat rising once again as his bites continued down to your neck. He found just the right spot, the sensitive bit of skin on your neck screaming as he nibbled on the same area over and over again going back and forth between soft, sloppy gnaws to lustful and hungry bites that sent pure desire to your brain. You wanted him and he wanted you, that much was extremely clear to both of you, but something still didn't feel right.
You pulled yourself away from him and left Hoseok with a confused expression on his face. "I'm sorry, I don't usually do this kind of thing." You said as you tried to regain your breath. "I should probably go." No, this really felt wrong and your intuition told you to get out. Quick. Within a split-second Jiwoo was on high alert and reflexively shifted her focus from her partner to you and Hoseok.
"Is there nothing I can do to change your mind?" he said in an almost sickly-sweet voice as his eyes pierced yours once again. The smile on his face as he moved closer towards you slowly made your body mimic his movements, as if you were drawn to his being and something inside made you feel like you just needed to go to him. "If it's money you want; I've got plenty of that. I'm sure you have a couple of bills to pay that could all go away with one night you'll never forget."
But just like that, it was as if the spell was broken. "Excuse me?" you stopped in your tracks, furious at his offer.
"Everybody has a price, princess, and I just want to know yours." He produced a check book out of the pocket of his blazer and started writing down a number. By the time you realised he genuinely meant what he had said, he was already standing before you, check in hand and waving it in front of your face. "This could be yours, if you will give yourself to me." The check had an unbelievable, once in a lifetime sum written on it and it could have been yours if you wanted. But you didn't.
You took the check and ripped it to pieces right in front of him. "Not a chance in hell." You turned on your heels and left him standing dumbfounded, without giving him another chance to speak as you left the VIP area without a word.
When the door closed behind you, it almost immediately reopened as a worried Jiwoo and a slightly disappointed Yoona hurried after you.
"What exactly happened just now?" Jiwoo put a hand on your shoulder as you descended the stairs, trying to calm your – very obviously – foul mood.
"Fuck Jung Hoseok." With quick steps you b-lined for the bar.
"I thought that was the plan?" Yoona put an arm around you from the other side and squeezed you in tight as she laughed.
"He offered me money to sleep with him." You scowled at his direction, hoping you could kill him with just one look.
"What an asshole!" Jiwoo shouted, clearly as outraged as you were.
"How much are we talking?" Yoona had a low tone in her voice and looked at you with both eyebrows raised. But instead of words, she received a deadly glare from both Jiwoo and yourself. "I'm just curious, okay?"
"Can we not talk about him anymore? I just want to forget about him and enjoy the rest of the night with you." You sighed before you raised your hand towards the bartender to order three more rounds for your group.
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The rest of your night out went by rather uneventfully. Yoona ended up leaving early to go home with a guy that fell head over heels for her and you and Jiwoo were left to yourselves as per usual. She didn't stay because she loved clubbing, she stayed purely to keep you company as you furiously drank the night away. But that's what best friends are for, right?
"The nerves that fucker had." You slurred your words, mostly to yourself, before you downed another shot of Tequila. How many was that? Six? Seven? You couldn't remember at this point.
"I think you've had enough." Jiwoo moved the remaining glasses away from you, before she threw both of your purses over her shoulder and stood up. Despite her short stature, she rested your arm around her and effortlessly supported your entire weight. But what else could you expect from someone that lifts heavy weights four times a week after work just for fun? "I can't leave yet; I still have to fight that douche nozzle!" you protested but to no avail. "This is so unfair. An injustice even. He deserves what he has coming the next time I see him." Jiwoo was a saint.
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"Come on now," Your best friend huffed, "we're almost inside." She had managed to carry your drunk ass multiple blocks rather than taking a taxi to give you some fresh air. Also, she didn't want to pay the cleaning bill in case you'd throw up on your ride home. But who could blame her?
"My phone!" you suddenly shouted as you stopped in your tracks and frantically searched your purse right in front of your door.
"What about it?" she rolled her eyes. So close.
"That dickhole must have taken it! I gotta get it back!" she left you leaning against the wall as she unlocked the entrance to your place with the spare key you had given her, before she put your arm back around her shoulders and stepped inside. "You probably just forgot it at the club. We can call them up when they open." The two of you made your way straight to your bedroom where she carefully placed you on your bed and took off your shoes.
"No, I need it back. And then I'm going to punch him in his stupidly handsome face!" without another word she continued tucking you into bed. She was having none of your drunken ideas and luckily for her, you had no control over your body anymore as she quickly left the room and came back with a bottle of water she placed on your nightstand.
"Make sure you stay hydrated and get some sleep. I'll come by again in the morning." She sighed. Man, why did she always have to be so damn responsible? Within seconds, the alcohol in your bloodstream gave you the rest and you eventually passed out. You didn't even remember her leaving a bucket next to your bed before she left. Little did both of you know it was going to be the last time she would see you alive.
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At three in the morning, only an hour after you had fallen asleep, you were woken up by an unpleasant rumbling in your stomach. Oh no. You hurriedly fumbled around in the dark and grabbed the bucket just in time to let everything out. Maybe it was for the best Jiwoo didn't stay, although her foresight was a godsent gift in this moment.
When you were finally done emptying your stomach and drank some water, you were once again wide awake... and still drunk. And then you remembered. "My phone!" Déjà vu showered over you as you got out of bed and put on your shoes. Now that you could somewhat walk again on your own, you were going on a mission. A mission to get revenge – And, of course, your phone.
You made your second big mistake when you stomped out of your apartment and started to make your way all the way back to the club. Jung Hoseok was going to get an earful once you'd get your hands on him, maybe you could even kick his perfectly shaped ass while you were at it.
When you were about halfway back at the club, you suddenly heard voices coming from the alley ahead of you. Two of them. No, three. And one of them sounded much too familiar. You remembered it well, seeing as it belonged to the person that was swirling around your mind all night: Jung Hoseok. Perfect timing. Now you could finally tell him how you really felt. And then you listened closer. What was really going on in that alley? Why was he even there and not in his stupid club, surrounded by women who probably didn't care about his chauvinistic behaviour? You knew it, that guy was shady as hell. And as much as you tried, you couldn't identify the other voices, though one thing was certain: they were not on good terms with him. A loud thud was echoing off the walls, followed by yelling and laughing. Your gut told you to turn around and run as far away as possible, but it wouldn't have sat right with you to just leave if he really was in trouble. He was a dick, yes, but not many people deserved whatever was happening back there. No, it really wasn't right. You slowly started sobering up when you decided to investigate further. You needed to know he wasn't in immediate danger.
You crawled behind a dumpster to get a better look at the situation and just as you thought, it was bad. One of the men had pressed Hoseok against a wall as the other one held the sharp edge of an axe against his throat. When you looked even closer you saw his previously white shirt drenched with blood and something... wooden sticking out of his chest. A stake?
"Finally, we have the chance to eliminate another vermin from this city." The man with the axe growled at Hoseok in a menacing tone. "Now, where are your friends?"
"Tch," Hoseok scoffed and spat out some blood, "I'd rather die than tell you anything."
"Your wish is my command." The man with the axe was about to close in for the kill, but just as he was mid strike, you quickly jumped out of hiding. "Wait!" you yelled as the second man immediately turned towards you and drew his gun in one swift motion, before firing it without a warning.
For just a split second, you felt a sharp, piercing pain in your heart, before you felt nothing. Muffled sounds surrounded you as your eyes went blurry and your body slowly collapsed, realising you had just made your third, and final, big mistake that night. The last thing you saw through your clouded vision were two gold-gleaming eyes in the dark alley, before your head hit the ground and you closed your eyes.
You didn't feel any pain as you drifted off, you just felt nothing. Nothing but one thing and it was something you just knew on a primal level deep within your core. You were dead. But death was a lot more hopeless than people believed. There was no white tunnel, no heaven or hell. Only complete and utterly suffocating darkness surrounding you. There was no guide to tell you what would happen next, no god, no angels, no demons or even Satan himself. You were all alone. And that was the most hopeless realisation. You didn't have a body either, you were just a lonely soul floating around in an endless cage of blackness, stuck in one place for all of eternity. When you really thought about it, maybe it was hell, because it was a fate worse than being tortured.
You quickly lost track of time. You could have been there for mere seconds, days or even years. Speaking was pointless, your words only echoed back as if they were mocking you, taunting you for your actions that lead to this irreversible outcome. And it was nobody's fault but your own. The same questions were floating around you as you were unable to accept your fate.
Why did you go back? Why didn't you just leave? Why didn't you call the police instead? Why couldn't you let Hoseok suffer this end instead of you? Why, why, why?
