synopsis: when their kid goes missing, an unlikely alliance forms between the guardian angel namjoon, the monster under the bed y/n & the favourite plushie taehyung.
˚₊⋆genre: fantasy crack au, found family, guardian angel & monster tropes, cozy chaos, dramatic overthinking, unhinged
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˚₊⋆a/n: swear i'm not on crack. shoutout to my lovely @matchastwb for the beautiful banner, ily <3 if you're reading tysm and i will really appreciate any comments and reblogs or feedback (bare in mind this is hardly edited though). i enjoyed writing, hope you enjoy reading. much love <3333
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˖°࿐pilot: the unlikely alliance ˖°࿐
Namjoon was freaking out.
Not the dignified, angelic kind of concern they teach you in orientation—the calm, glowing, “it is what it is” sort of thing.
No. This was the sweaty-palmed, wide-eyed, “oh my God, I am going to get fired from Heaven” kind of panic.
He had looked away for two minutes. Two bloody minutes. One hundred and twenty seconds. The time it takes for a kettle to almost boil or for Park Jimin to cause catastrophic levels of chaos. And in those seconds… his kid disappeared.
Like—poof.
One second she was there, happily reading, breathing, existing. The next second she was nowhere. Not behind him. Not beside him. Not even doing the little kid thing where they hide and giggle behind curtains.
Gone.
This had never happened before. In his 200 years of existence—two centuries of guarding babies, toddlers, teenagers, and once a 35-year-old man-child who skateboarded without a helmet—he had never lost a kid. Not once.
And yet here he was.
It was all because of that sneaky, pink airhead Park Jimin. Namjoon was sure of it. He was the root of all his problems. Always.
Jimin had come floating in, smelling of strawberries and disobedience, distracting him with some “urgent celestial paperwork” (which turned out to be a doodle of a duck in a suit). And during that tiny distraction—gone. Kid lost. Record ruined.
Bet he plotted this, Namjoon thought miserably. Busy Namjoon with nonsense so his sparkly clean record gets dirtied by irresponsibility. Then Jimin will finally be able to say, “See? You’re not that perfect.”
No. No. Absolutely not. This could not be happening.
He needed to find her. Before his superiors found out. Before his perfect file got a red line across it. Before… before his kid got hurt.
He swallowed. His wings twitched behind him—they always did that when he was nervous. They were big and white and glowy and completely, infuriatingly useless.
Think, Namjoon. Think.
Where could a little seven-year-old have actually gone?
He pictured her—tiny ponytail, mismatched socks, eyes too big for her face, the way she always stuck her tongue out when she coloured. She wasn’t the type to go running off recklessly. She was a good kid. A really good kid. She said please and thank you and “good morning, mister angel” even though he told her not to call him that.
So where would she go?
Well, there was only one way to find out.
Namjoon started searching.
And when Namjoon searched, he really searched.
He checked every public restroom in a three-mile radius—even the ones with scary graffiti and no toilet seats. He cleared out a museum because he thought he saw a tiny shoe in the Ancient Egypt section (it was not her; it was an exhibit). He stopped an ice cream van mid-drive and interrogated the ice cream man like a detective in a crime drama.
“Have you seen a little girl? About this tall? Smells like cotton candy?”
The man blinked. “This is a Mr Whippy, mate.”
He looked through parks, toy stores, and libraries. He questioned street performers. He asked a pigeon. He even looked through every trash can along his way—every trash can—because kids can be weird and sometimes they crawl into places they shouldn’t.
The thing about Namjoon—the guardian angel—was that although he had wings, they were only for show. Purely decorative. Like the gold cutlery humans bought but never used. He couldn’t actually fly. So he had to do all that searching on foot.
And by the time he was done looking through every trash can in the city, five whole days had gone by.
Five. Days.
His kid was still missing.
To make matters worse, if she had been kidnapped—which he was now strongly starting to suspect, because what normal disappearance lasted five days—then he had completely missed the golden hour to get her back. Angels had guidelines about this. There were PowerPoints. There were seminars. He’d missed it.
Namjoon was truly, fully, heavenly-committee-level fucked.
His brain started going to the worst places. Angels were supposed to be composed—but Namjoon was a soft one. An overthinker.
Oh my God, what if his kid was somewhere tied up and her kidnappers were requesting a huge ransom?
He didn’t even have money. You didn’t get paid to be an angel. You got grace points. You couldn’t trade grace points for cash. He’d tried.
Or worse… what if they were forcing her to eat broccoli? She hated broccoli. She once cried because it was “a tree and trees are friends.”
No. No. No.
This could not be happening.
What if… what if… what if she was dead and lying in a pool of her own blood?!
He slapped his cheeks. No. He refused to let his brain go there.
There was only one place remaining for Namjoon to look.
He had left it for last on purpose. Like when you do a maths exam—you try every possible formula and leave the question you’re certain is definitely wrong for last. This was that kind of scenario.
Her house.
He didn’t want to check there because if she wasn’t outside, she should be home, and if she wasn’t home… then something was really wrong.
So Namjoon took the bus—because once again, he could not fly—and headed to the kid’s house. He sat stiffly in the plastic seat, wings squished and folded as much as possible, trying not to glow too much so humans wouldn’t stare. A toddler across from him waved. Namjoon waved back weakly.
When he arrived, he expected noise. Crying, at least. A distressed mother. A panicking father. The butler yelling into a phone. Police tape. Something.
Instead, he was met with silence.
The house—which was usually alive with footsteps and vacuuming and the distant sound of cartoons—was still. Too still. Like it had taken a big breath and held it.
Bewildered, Namjoon checked every room. Kitchen. Study. Guest room. Even the wine cellar. Nothing. He opened a bathroom door very slowly, thinking, If I see a human corpse, I will simply pass away, but it was empty too.
Not a single living soul.
No parents. No annoying butler. No housecleaners. No bodyguards. Not even the house cat.
Something was not right.
He rubbed his chin, wings rustling, and made his way to the place he knew best: his kid’s room.
The moment he opened the door, her smell hit him—that particular mix of cotton candy, bubble bath, and clean laundry. The curtains were drawn halfway, letting in a soft afternoon light that made the room look warm and quiet. The bed was freshly made, which was strange, because she was not a bed-making child. Toys were thrown in a messy-but-organised way in one corner, like she’d been playing some elaborate game and then vanished mid-story. Her books were in a pretty pile, The Jungle Book left open as if she’d only looked away for a second.
Namjoon sat on the edge of the bed.
It was too big for a little child.
Just like this world.
Where was she? This world was too big for her. Too sharp around the edges. He thought of all the things she could be exposed to—cold, hunger, people who didn’t care about her favourite plushie. He thought of her small hands. He thought of the way she always shared her snacks with him even though, technically, angels didn’t eat.
He felt himself sink into a sad, dramatic pity-party. He was good at those.
He stared at the floor.
He did not stare at the bed.
He should’ve stared at the bed.
Because from under the bed, two long, green, sharp claws shot out and grabbed him by the ankles.
Namjoon looked down slowly, like a man realising too late that he, in fact, should have looked down sooner.
He screamed.
Then, he passed out.
“I told you I should have been the one to approach him.”
“I didn’t think he’d get scared!”
“Obviously he did. You’re hideous. I would get a heart attack every time I see you—only I don’t have a heart.”
“You’re so mean.”
Namjoon’s eyes fluttered open. His head was pounding. His wings were splayed out awkwardly. He was on the floor now. He blinked… and the first thing he saw was claws.
He nearly passed out again.
“Oh, he’s awake—wait, wait, please don’t faint again!” you—the hideous creature, apparently—yelled, scooting back on your… tail? Limbs? Whatever monsters under the bed used.
“So,” Namjoon said slowly, voice full of utter disbelief, “you’re telling me you’re the monster under the bed… and you’re not actually a bad monster.”
You straightened up a little. Up close, you were… well, monstrous. In a cute way. Too many teeth, too many eyes, claws a little too long, but your expression was very much please don’t hate me.
Before Namjoon could process that, someone very small and very fluffy marched forward and planted himself between you and the angel like a bodyguard.
“Hey,” he said, voice deeper than a stuffed toy had any right to have. “Don’t keep looking at her like that. We can’t help how we look.”
Namjoon’s eyes went even wider, which should not have been physically possible. “And you’re the talking favourite plushie?”
“The name’s Kim. Kim Taehyung. A pleasure to meet ya,” Taehyung said, and held out a soft, stuffed hand like this was a business meeting and not a supernatural crime scene.
Namjoon slapped himself with both hands. “I am going crazy.”
“Maybe he’s a little shy, Taehyung. Let’s give him a bit of space,” you said, lowering your claws so you looked less like a threat and more like an anxious roommate.
“Oh my God, I am going crazy,” Namjoon repeated, rubbing his temples. “A talking plushie and an ugly monster.”
You were personally, deeply offended. “He didn’t have to call me ugly,” you muttered.
“Hey!” Taehyung shouted, turning on Namjoon. “That’s funny coming from you, walking sparkly man with wings!”
“Exactly,” you said quickly, seizing your moment. “Having wings is not that normal, you know. And—and for the record, they’re not very pretty!”
Taehyung nodded like a judge. “Burn.”
Namjoon exhaled and tried to sit up. “Alright. I think I can get my head around you… abnormal creatures. I’m not very normal myself to be rational.”
“Yeah,” Taehyung said, folding his little felt arms. “Your shiny white wings and glittery aura helped us figure that out. Let me guess—guardian angel?”
Namjoon’s mouth fell open. “How—how did you know?”
“It’s Taehyung’s cur—” you started to explain, but Taehyung whipped his head toward you with such a deadly plushie glare that you shut your mouth instantly.
“Right…” Namjoon said, looking between the two of you. A frown pulled at his brows. “Why do I keep feeling like I forgot something?”
“Me too,” you said, blinking all your eyes.
“Yes,” Taehyung said, slow and dramatic, “it feels like I’m forgetting something extremely impor—”
He froze.
You froze.
Namjoon froze.
“KIRA!” all three of you shouted at the same time.
Namjoon looked at you like he’d just found comrades in stupidity. “What, you guys are looking for my kid too?”
“Well, of course,” you said, claws twisting shyly. “My job was mostly to scare her into being a good girl, but I did really like the kid.” Your voice wobbled.
Monsters under the bed had feelings too. Namjoon nodded immediately, because he got that.
“And I—” Taehyung tried to say.
“You don’t need to explain,” Namjoon interrupted, turning to Taehyung. “You’re the favourite plushie for a reason.”
Taehyung’s little stitched mouth twisted. “Do not patronise me, birdy. I am more than a favourite plushie. I am the ultimate plushie.”
“Birdy? Who are you calling birdy, you stuffed little—”
You jumped in before you had to watch an angel bicker with polyester. “Well, if we’re all here for the same purpose, why don’t we form an alliance and search for Kira together?”
You fiddled with your hands, looking at the floor. It was a good idea. Monsters could be shy about good ideas.
Namjoon tilted his head. “I mean, it’s not a bad idea, but how will you two even walk out of here?” he asked, glancing pointedly at your claws and Taehyung’s very obvious plushie-ness.
“That’s true,” Taehyung said, looking down at himself like he’d just remembered he was 80% fluff. “How will you walk out?”
You blinked. “I can just say I’m cosplaying?”
They both gasped.
“What a genius!” Taehyung cried.
Namjoon’s shoulders dropped in relief. “Alright,” he said, trying to look authoritative again even though he’d fainted twice in front of you. “So we have an alliance.”
JAEJIN ───── “ trust me. i know this guy. now, open your mouth. ”
although he won’t admit it, jaekyung is a great admirer of his jin hyung. it’s common to see clips of jaekyung smiling fondly as jin goofs around or makes one of his dad jokes.
most of jin’s “hyung will do it” moments are reserved specifically for jaekyung because he knows the maknae tends to try and overcompensate for his imperfections. that’s how jin got jaekyung to open up to him.
there is an inside joke within the group about jaekyung’s name because jin once called him “jake” during an episode of bon voyage when someone was asking him if they were from bts.
they’re basically like two bickering siblings because jaekyung will always say no whenever jin asks him to agree with him on something. if jin were to ask him whether he thinks he looks handsome on a particular day, jaekyung will simply say no without any hesitation and then run away.
for some reason, jaekyung is one of the most popular guests on jin’s ‘eat jin’ lives even though they’re the most chaotic duo under this setting. jin will often ask jaekyung to feed him certain foods and jaekyung will shove big chunks of it into his mouth which has the older spitting the food out and lots of laughter taking place.
but jaekyung will still go out of his way to guide jin during dance practices due to the older’s insecurities around it. jaekyung will take time out of his day to help jin with additional practice during their breaks and always hypes him up during group sessions.
because he’s the tallest member in the group, jin tends to gravitate towards jaekyung whenever he feels tired and likes to rest his head on the maknae’s shoulder.
JAEGI ───── “ everyday, all he does is terrorise me. go play some games or something. ”
yoongi can be a terrible influence in front of the younger members sometimes, and an example of that is with jaekyung who loves to parrot and encourage yoongi like that one time when he was talking about how exams aren’t important and jaekyung cheered him on.
jaekyung loves showering yoongi with affection the most. he will randomly hug and snuggle into the older because he likes how yoongi complains about it but becomes clearly flustered and melts into the maknae’s touch at the same time.
jaekyung also likes to call yoongi bangtan’s designated ‘grandpa’ and disses him when he’s being lazy or difficult. it leaves the older with the most meme worthy reactions and gets the other members laughing especially since they all know yoongi can never be mad at jaekyung.
yoongi is like a true older brother to jaekyung. he is often seen fixing the younger’s appearance whenever something is out of place such as his hair, his collar or even tucking his shirt in for him because jaekyung has a habit of keeping it untucked.
jaekyung likes to help yoongi keep up with the younger generation by teaching him slang, although sometimes he’ll play pranks and teach him made up words or slang terms with incorrect meanings.
in all honesty though, jaekyung is very keen on wanting to impress yoongi. he looks to the older for guidance and wants yoongi to notice him and compliment him on his achievements. something about a “you did well, kid.” coming from yoongi’s mouth has the power to make his entire day.
yoongi never hesitates to take jaekyung’s side when he’s whining or complaining about something because it makes the younger feel better. he does it a lot with the members, telling them “you should know better, you’re older. don’t tease my maknae.”
JAEHOPE ───── “ i don’t know why i laugh when i look at him. i guess he just has a funny face. ”
when it comes to airport fashion, it’s as if they purposely coordinate their outfits so that hoseok is wearing colourful clothes standing next to jaekyung dressed from head to toe in all black. their airport pictures are a meme within the fandom.
in terms of work, they can either be the most perfect pairing or the most chaotic one because they have so many inside jokes that they can’t help but burst into laughter by simply making eye contact sometimes, but this also means that they understand each other really well without having to communicate verbally.
jaekyung is someone who doesn’t scare very easily so they tend to make an adorable pairing when it comes to scary run bts challenges. when hoseok is afraid of something, he’ll immediately go hide behind jaekyung for protection who is ready to defend him with his life.
during time off of work, jaekyung still tends to enjoy the outdoors more than staying at home so whenever he finds a really cool place like a club or a hiking spot, he’ll facetime hoseok either at that very moment or later at night and tell him all about it. they hang out a lot outside of work and hoseok calls him a lucky charm for finding all of these niche places to visit.
they’re also probably one of the biggest teasing duos in the group, what with them knowing how to match each other’s energy on stage during performances. it’s like watching a predator trying to lure in a difficult prey with a lot of push and pull going on that has army going wild. every time they seem as if they’re about to touch, one will pull away just seconds before and it drives everyone insane.
a lot of hoseok’s persistence to keep going and work hard came from jaekyung during their early days because the maknae was a huge fan of hoseok’s dancing upon first watching him perform. he would ask hoseok for advice, cheer for him and call him cool when nobody else would. jaekyung was always able to cheer hoseok up, telling him the world will soon see just what they’ve been missing all along.
according to fans, they can be a blinding force when they’re together in public. they exude a classy and suave aura that even have locals certain they’re very important people without knowing much else about them or being aware that they’re two members of the biggest boy group in the world.
JOONJAE ───── “ hyung , aren’t you turning 30 next year ? it might be better to tone down the crazy. ”
in terms of keeping the peace within the group, namjoon is considered the best member to keep around jaekyung when he’s being bratty. jaekyung hates upsetting namjoon because he’s the leader of the group and the maknae looks up to him so if namjoon is around, jaekyung is immediately on his best behaviour.
namjoon loves to gloat about bangtan’s youngest. he thinks jaekyung has always been very talented for his age, having joined so young, and will bring this up in interviews all the time. he will make sure to compliment jaekyung so the male knows he’s valued but also because he finds it absolutely adorable when jaekyung tries to deny the compliments as his face turns an increasingly darker shade of red.
namjoon also loves jaekyung’s company. they often go on little outings together from picnics to hiking or visiting various museums and riding bicycles. they even go to the gym together ever since namjoon decided he wanted to start working out more. jaekyung spots for him and hypes his gains especially on social media.
jaekyung is the “god of destruction”’s saving grace. it’s a well known fact that namjoon tends to destroy almost everything he comes into contact with, but jaekyung is the one member who stays behind and fixes all of namjoon’s mishaps. if he breaks a toy, he’ll call for jaekyung sheepishly who will fix it for him with ease.
to jaekyung, namjoon is his ‘namie hyung’ which is a nickname he’s used since he first joined the company as a trainee. he uses it when he’s excited to show namjoon something and it endears the older a lot when he hears it. he knows exactly who’s calling for him when the name is used, but it’s also an indication of when jaekyung is upset with him or upset in general because then he will just call namjoon ‘hyung’.
jaekyung is known as the member most likely to crash another member’s live, specifically namjoon’s. and where others would find it a little irritating or annoying, namjoon adores the group’s maknae because he’s a curious soul who just wants to learn from their leader. he will sit with namjoon in his studio during lives and can listen to him talk for hours.
namjoon can never truly scold jaekyung unlike he does the other members. ever since he first joined the group as a kid, namjoon has always explained things to jaekyung in a gentle manner and he’s never really lost that habit to this day.
MINIKYUNI ───── “ jimin hyung ? ah , he’s the little guy i always have to bend down to speak to. ”
during jimin’s extreme diet days, jaekyung was the one to help him out of his unhealthy eating habits after jimin overheard the maknae cry about it to namjoon because he was so worried. he would share his own food with jimin in hopes that his hyung wouldn’t reject his cute manner of pleading. jimin developed a likeness to having meals with jaekyung ever since because he would never judge jimin for how much he ate.
jimin and jaekyung’s families are the closest with each other in terms of friendships because jimin and jaekyung talk about each other all the time to their parents/grandparents. they’ve had joint dinners together many times and also call each other’s parents “mom” and “dad”.
jimin tends to give jaekyung special treatment because he’s the youngest. he’ll spend the most time with jaekyung outside of practice and work, even going on many trips and vacations together and doting on him. jimin loves to spoil his maknae, finding it cute to tease him one second and fuss over the little things such as him not layering up enough when it’s cold.
they’re probably most known for their viral dance covers online. sometimes they’ll go live together in the practice room and take requests from fans, and other times they’ll have created their very own choreography to a song that is uploaded to their social media platforms with millions of views within minutes.
both of them have each other’s songs tattooed on their body, ones with lyrics that really spoke to them. jimin has a lonely tattoo on his thigh and jaekyung has a serendipity tattoo on his ankle.
jaekyung is very protective and possessive of jimin. you won’t ever not see him standing beside jimin during interviews or hovering behind him when a stranger approaches to talk to him during award shows. he pretends to be fiddling with jimin’s sleeve but is quick to pull him behind him if there is any hint of a threat.
jimin is the only member that can have jaekyung blushing and forgetting his words within seconds. he loves the effect he has on jaekyung and it’s obvious to everyone in the way jaekyung avoids eye contact when he’s usually so confident around others. jimin enjoys making the maknae a flustered mess and will purposely up the antics by acting more clingy and touchy as well.
JAEV ───── “ how can he see through those bangs ? he must think he’s so edgy , this hyung. ”
they’re the most chaotic when it comes to filming content because jaekyung can be very competitive during things like run bts challenges, whilst taehyung cares more about annoying him. they’ll get into childish little arguments and jaekyung will literally carry taehyung away from him so he doesn’t get distracted.
taehyung is extremely clingy with jaekyung so be prepared to see him in the maknae’s arms at least once throughout interviews, concerts, award shows or variety shows. he’ll be hugging jaekyung from behind and smushing his face into the younger’s back or even standing up on his tiptoes to chomp on his shoulder.
whereas jaekyung tends to invade the other members’ lives, it’s taehyung that invades his. it’s almost within seconds of him going live that there will be comments flooding in from taehyung, trying to steal all of his attention and asking him why he didn’t invite the older to join. then he will simply invade the live without a need for an invitation. it’s rare for jaekyung to have a solo live because of him.
even though they bicker like an old married couple often, they’re still super close. they used to band together to wreak havoc on the other members as young teens, playing silly pranks that would have them punished or in timeout. they will also take each other’s side with zero hesitation when encountering threats.
they pretend to dislike each other when they’re together but will throw out the most genuine compliments and praise when asked about each other in separate circumstances. there was a time where jaekyung saw a comment saying “isn’t taehyung so handsome?” during a live and he went on a cute little rant about how handsome he thinks taehyung is.
taehyung tends to worry the most whenever jaekyung gets hurt. he spends all of his free time by the maknae’s side if he’s injured and will spare no effort to make him smile on stage if he can’t perform properly. he will throw a fuss if jaekyung sustains any sort of injury and he isn’t informed immediately.
taehyung loves it when jaekyung does aegyo. he will use every possible opportunity to have jaekyung do aegyo for him such as when the maknae asks him to share his snacks or to pass a pillow when they’re sitting on the couch together. taehyung believes jaekyung is the king of aegyo.
JAEKOOK ───── “ jeonggukie hyung , i think we did well. let’s go to the very end together. ”
even though he’s only one year older than jaekyung, jeongguk loves to baby the group’s maknae and will do anything for him. if jaekyung gets an answer wrong in run bts, jeongguk will be the first to speak up and say he thinks jaekyung’s answer is better or that he’s got a very unique way of thinking and will praise him for trying.
there was once a time in the dorms when jaekyung had lost the plushie he would use to sleep with, and jeongguk knowing that jaekyung couldn’t fall asleep without cuddling something (and also sharing a room with him), decided to snuggle up next to him so that jaekyung could fall asleep peacefully.
sometimes it can be a little hectic during filming when a group of eight are discussing things, leading to certain people not getting a word in. jaekyung will get sulky if he’s ignored or if someone cuts him off when he’s speaking and jeongguk almost always notices this, saying things like “hyung is listening, kyung-ah” or “yah, don’t cut him off” to the other members.
jeongguk also seems to love to overhype jaekyung over the littlest things. he could say something as simple as “the sky is blue” and it will have jeongguk staring at him in awe and clapping, calling him a genius and telling him how talented and amazing he is.
when it comes to cooking, jaekyung likes it when jeongguk cooks for him but they have to make a compromise which is that jaekyung will need to buy the ingredients if jeongguk is the one cooking. whenever he goes grocery shopping for the ingredients, he’ll later ask jeongguk if he did well with buying the right stuff and ask for praise and head pats.
jaekyung always speaks in a more cute, childish manner which is something jeongguk picked up from him over the years. when they’re apart, jeongguk will sometimes slip into that same manner of speech, mimicking him before saying he misses jaekyung.
whenever he was upset over something, jaekyung found the most comfort in jeongguk, especially during hard times because the older was a big empath. if he saw jaekyung cry, jeongguk wouldn’t be able to help his own set of tears from falling and would cry with him because jaekyung’s pain is his own and vice versa. these two are each other’s biggest backbones.
just a small compilation of yoongi and y/n being platonic soul mates
➺ pairing; lveb!yoongi x lveb!y/n pre-namjoon (sorry namjoon u r not a part of this)
➺ genre; so much friendship fluff i love platonic love so much
➺ wordcount; 2.8k
➺ summary; yoongi and y/n love and care about each other very much but they’ll never actually say it outright bc real friends never do that! yoongi loves y/n a lot and y/n loves yoongi a lot and to be honest I AM JUST TOO SOFT FOR ALL OF THIS!!!!!!!!!
➺ what to expect; “and don’t lie to me again, please. i’m supposed to have your back and i can’t do my job if you’re hiding things from me.”
➺ currently playing on cee.fm; how sweet it is (to be loved by you) — james taylor
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yoongi and y/n get drunk and discuss very important things
“ah…” you suck in an air of breath through your teeth, patting your chest a few times as the whiskey trickles down your throat
you’re not much of a drinker but yoongi insisted that this was the best whiskey he’d ever had and the only reason why you agreed was because he said if you mixed it with apple juice, it’d just taste like apple juice with a spicier kick
“you are such a baby.” yoongi snorts, downing the rest of his glass before setting it down on the table, “you don’t have to drink if you don’t want to.”
“i do…” you shake your head, leaning back against the couch, “i don’t, but i also do.”
it’s not often that the two of you spend a sunday evening getting drunk in your apartment but you’ve had a rough week with the business (you’ve had to deal with many, many impatient and annoying customers this week) and yoongi just hasn’t drank in a long time and he recently got paid so why not spend it on some good quality alcohol??
“we should play a game or something.” yoongi turns and leans back against the arm of the couch before kicking his legs up onto your lap, “we should do something while waiting for the pizza, otherwise we’re both going to fall asleep.”
“a game?”
“a game.” yoongi nods, reaching over to crack open the fresh bottle of jameson whiskey (surprisingly smooth, actually. and you do taste the alcohol but you quite like it with the apple juice), “what do drunk people talk about?”
“they don’t talk. they call their exes.” you joke, yoongi rolling his eyes at your teasing smile
“for your information, i only did it one time. and she didn’t even pick up, so i just left a voicemail. and i don’t even remember what i said in the voicemail.”
“one time too many.” your eyes widen a little at the reminder of that chaotic night that involved you chasing yoongi around the street trying to get him to give you his phone but his legs are longer and he’s very speedy when he’s drunk so it took you a while until you finally managed to pry his phone from his clammy hands
love really does make people crazy
“what’s your biggest fear?” you ask, turning to look at him
“oh, we’re going to be that type of drunk tonight, are we?” yoongi snorts, reaching up to scratch the side of his nose before pursing his lips in thought and looking up at the ceiling, “probably that i’ll never be good enough in all aspects of my life, but to be honest, mostly when it comes to any romantic stuff. i’m terrified that i’ll try my best with someone and that my best still won’t be good enough for them, and i know i shouldn’t be so dependent on what someone else thinks about me, but if i was dating someone and i felt like i wasn’t good enough for them and then they told me to my face that i wasn’t good enough for them, that would probably send me into the biggest depression spiral i’ve ever had in my entire life. what about you?”
yoongi looks back down at you to see that you’re staring at him with wide eyes before you reach over to pour some more whiskey into his glass, picking it up and holding it out for him to take
“…flying cockroaches.”
“that’s valid.”
y/n keeps (choosing) to make the same mistake and yoongi’s kinda over it
“you know, i was just doing some thinking when i was getting the ice cream and i don’t understand,” yoongi shuts the front door behind him before kicking his sneakers off, leaning against the wall with one hand, “didn’t you guys end things, like, a year ago?”
“he reached out in february n we’ve been seeing each other since then…” you sniffle, wiping at your red eyes as you look at him from your curled-up position on the couch, “…didn’t tell you because- i know how you feel about him-“
“he’s a fucking dickhead, that’s how i feel about him. he’s a walking red flag in a very concerning way- like, i have some red flags but they’re the ones that make me seem hot and mysterious, not the ones that make people wonder if i’m a narcissistic sociopath- also, are you telling me you’ve been secretly dating this man for the last-“ yoongi pauses, counting the months on his hands before his eyes widen slightly, “holy shit, you’ve been hiding this from me for the last eight months?”
you press your lips together as you avert your gaze sheepishly, “…yeah. i’m sorry…”
“well, what happened this time? why’d you guys break things off?” yoongi plops himself down on the couch next to you, pulling the two pints of ice cream and the cheap wooden spoons out of the thin plastic bag
“he- he was kind of seeing other people at the same time because we never made things exclusive-“
“well, were you seeing anyone else?”
“no- and… he told me that i wasn’t allowed to see anyone else but he was- so- so basically he started dating-“
“ah, ah-“ yoongi holds the wooden spoon up to shut you up before letting out a laugh, “i’m gonna be so real with you, i don’t feel any sympathy for you at all.”
“i’m not asking for sympathy-“ your voice wavers slightly (you were definitely asking for sympathy and also you fully expected yoongi to come in here and just validate all of your feelings but to be fair you’d probably also feel some type of way if you found out he’d been lying to you for the past eight months of your friendship), “i’m just… sad…”
“gee whiz, you’re sad because you made a choice to reunite with a known horrible human being!” yoongi exclaims sarcastically, peeling the lid off of the first pint while he shakes his head, “you have to take some accountability here, y/n. it’s not that he forced you to be in this weird relationship with him- and you know, i get it, when you’re reunited with an ex, old feelings come up and yada yada, but you already know the type of person shownu is, so i don’t really know why you’re surprised that being involved with him ended up with you needing emergency pints of ice cream… again. i feel like we’ve had this conversation so many times. it’s getting boring!”
“i don’t know, yoongi, i thought things would be different…” you mutter, picking at your cuticles, “i thought he’d changed-“
“people rarely change. small habits, maybe, but people rarely change. and you have to take responsibility for the way that you let people treat you, too, because at some point it’s not just because oh yoongi, i was dumb, oh yoongi, i made a mistake, oh yoongi, he seemed so genuine when he was apologising to me — at some point you have to accept the fact that oh, yoongi, maybe i’m the one who has the power to not be crying over a piss-poor human being.” yoongi snaps, turning to look at you with a frown
he only feels 1% bad when he sees chubby teardrops forming at your waterline and he lets out a quiet sigh before handing you your pint and a spoon, “you know i’m just saying all this shit because we’re friends and i care about you.”
“i know.” you sniffle, taking the pint from him delicately and scraping a little bit of ice cream off the top, “‘m sorry.”
a moment of silence passes as yoongi gets comfortable with his own pint, his lips pursing as he looks back over at you in all your sad glory
“i’m sorry things didn’t work out with him. i know you really liked him. but he’s genuinely a horrible person and in the long run, you’re going to be grateful you didn’t end up with someone like that.” he pokes you with his foot to get you to look up at him, “and don’t lie to me again, please. i’m supposed to have your back and i can’t do my job if you’re hiding things from me.”
yoongi’s really passionate about getting strangers to try y/n’s strawberry cinnamon buns
“what the hell? these are so good. you should sell these. why don’t you sell these??“ yoongi sucks strawberry glaze off his thumb before his eyes widen, “you could really turn this into a business, you know.”
“i don’t know…” your cheeks flush a little as you wipe flour off the counter, giving him a little shrug, “don’t know if i’ll be successful…”
you had some spare time today so you decided to whip up a batch of strawberry cinnamon buns (they’re just like regular cinnamon buns except you also add a homemade strawberry compote in the layers, no biggie) and yoongi came over just as they came out of the oven, so you offered him one and obviously he said yes because he’d be crazy to turn down a little treat
“sure you’ll be successful. you’re really good at baking, and if you start now, you’ll at least have some sort of income after we graduate.” yoongi frowns, “you can’t talk about yourself like that. you have to, like, manifest your success and speak it into existence and all that shit-“
“maybe one day…” you purse your lips before offering him another shrug, “i dunno if people’ll like em.”
“STRAWBERRY CINNAMON BUNS! HOMEMADE STRAWBERRY CINNAMON BUNS-“ that one day comes a lot sooner (as in, this is happening an hour after yoongi suggested you start your own business) and you can’t help but stand off to the side shyly as yoongi continues pushing for people to try your buns
“come on, give this a try and tell me they’re not the most incredible thing you’ve ever put in your mouth-“ yoongi hands someone a free sample in a paper cupcake liner and the stranger looks at it before holding it back for him to take
“this looks great, but i’m allergic to strawberries-“
“well, that’s what your epipen is for, pal-“ yoongi slaps him on the shoulder before pushing him aside and turning his attention to other people, “strawberry cinnamon buns! free samples of homemade strawberry cinnamon buns! get over here and put my friend’s buns in your mouth- oh.” he immediately stops, turning around to look at you, “so sorry, did not mean to sound like i was pimping you off-“
you shake your head with a giggle, watching fondly as yoongi spins back around and practically chases someone down to get them to take a free sample from him
yoongi gets stood up and he’s never seen y/n so upset before
“who did this to you.”
yoongi looks up from where he’s sitting on the cobblestone steps to see you standing there, your eyebrows furrowed tightly and your lips set in a tight frown
if he squints, he’d probably be able to see fumes coming off the top of your head by how upset you seem
“took you long enough.” he jokes, getting up from his butt and picking up the bouquet of wilted flowers next to him
he messaged you twenty minutes ago about the situation and you literally got here in warp speed
“who did this to you?” you ask again, and yoongi shakes his head
this night has been humiliating enough and he really does not want to go into further details
“don’t worry about it.” he clears his throat, holding up the bouquet for you to take, “for you, madamoiselle.”
“you didn’t tell me you were going on a date.” you take the bouquet, bringing it up to your nose for a little sniff before smiling lightly (you love tulips), “love tulips.”
“i know. and it was a second date, technically.”
“second date??” you ask incredulously, shocked that yoongi hid not one but two important pieces of information from you, “when was the first date??”
“i didn’t wanna talk about it… i… didn’t wanna get my hopes up in case things didn’t work out and obviously things haven’t worked out.” yoongi shoves his hands into his pockets as he walks alongside you, “whatever, it’s stupid. i hate dating apps.”
you twist your lips in thought as comfortable silence washes over the two of you
you know that he’ll probably want to talk about this later, but right now it seems like a bit of a sore spot so maybe you’ll bring in up in a week or so
or you’ll just wait for him to bring it up to you
“you hungry?” you loop your arm with his as the two of you walk slowly, and you perk up a little at the sight of a diner two blocks down (they have really good cheesecake there)
“well, i was supposed to have dinner an hour and forty-five minutes ago, so i guess i’m a little hungry.” yoongi snorts, kicking a pebble off the sidewalk before letting out a huff, “i don’t know. i could eat.”
“…tuna melt time?” you squeeze his arm and he lets out a loud groan almost immediately
“oh my god, you are so gross, you know that??” yoongi shoves you off his arm playfully, “who in their right mind likes warm tuna and cheese- you’re basically eating, like, cat vomit-“ yoongi makes a face and you can’t help but laugh, feeling a little better now that you’ve seen him smile a little
“tuna melt, tuna melt…” you sing softly, yoongi letting out another groan before shuddering
“this could actually be a dealbreaker in our friendship, i’m telling you- only sick freaks like tuna melts-“
“guess i’m the sickest freak around, baby-“
y/n picked a gross drink from starbucks and refuses to admit she doesn’t like it
“i still don’t know why you decided to try that.” yoongi shakes his head, holding his wallet out for you to take so you can put it in your purse for him, “what is it again?”
“apple… cinnamon cold brew something?” you shrug, raising the cup for a quick glance before shrugging, “trying something new!”
“we both know what happens whenever you try something new.” yoongi grumbles, taking a sip of his own iced americano, “you try it, you don’t like it, you refuse to admit you don’t like it, and somehow i’m the one who ends up having to finish whatever it is you picked for yourself because you decided you wanted to be spontaneous.”
“nuh-uh.” you frown, yoongi holding the door open for you as he rolls his eyes
you can be such a baby when it comes to arguments like this — it’s like you never want to admit he’s right even though you know he’s right
“nuh-uh-“ he mocks, barely avoiding your whack as the two of you walk side by side, “the pineapple-walnut scone from that gluten-free bakery, that weird alfredo-truffle-pesto pasta dish you ordered when we went to get italian on valentine’s day, that godawful cauliflower crust pizza you got for brunch one time-“
“but i like this drink!” you take a hearty sip before swallowing, your lips puckering for a second as your eye twitches and you immediately stop walking to look at the drink
…perhaps the barista was having an off day but there’s something a lil funky going on in your mouth right now
“oh my god, i fucking knew it-“ yoongi groans, his shoulder slumping as he looks at you with a raised brow, “who in their right mind would order an apple cinnamon cold brew something-“
“it’s not bad!” you insist, bringing it up to your lips for another sip, your other eye twitching now as you swallow thickly
oh dear god
is it supposed to be chunky?? are drinks normally chunky like this???
“just give it to me.” yoongi gives you a deadpan expression as he holds his iced americano for you to take, “take mine.”
“no, no-“
“y/n y/l/n, give me your godawful drink right now-“
“are you sure?”
“are you sure?” yoongi mocks again, tsking at you when you take his drink from him and he takes your drink from you, “i knew this was gonna happen, and i still let you order your own drink… the next time we’re at starbucks, i’m ordering for you-“
🎙️ ask y/n for her strawberry cinnamon bun recipe (talk to my characters!)
📚 why not explore the rest of the library while you're here? (go say hi to yoongi and y/n in la vie en bonsai!)
💫 or perhaps you want something shorter to read? (drabbles and mini series!)
Jungkook invites you over to his place for the first time. Warnings: swearing, mentions of blood, violence, needles, hopelessness, explicit smut, touching on DD&LG & BDSM themes 18+ content
SERIES COLLECTION
For Jungkook, seventy two hours might as well be a life time.
Withdrawal is consuming his immortal being, his every thought, his every decision. He’s had a few blood bags over the last few days but nothing compares to how the taste of you makes him feel, not even close.
Growing impatient, he dials your number once he physically can’t take it anymore. You came back from your trip four days ago, he left it an extra day just to ensure your blood will be clean of any rose thorn by now, and if it’s not he’ll know for sure that you’re the one purposely ingesting—
“Hello?” Your sweet, innocent voice answers, forcing him to pull himself together and calm down.
“Where are you?” He bites, swallowing, as merely the sound of you forms a coat of saliva on his tongue.
“I’ve just left class, why?” Your confusion doesn’t go a miss, and it’s reasonable giving that he’s calling you in the middle of the day when the sun still shines high in the sky, a time where he and the rest of his species are usually deep in slumber.
He exhales, cocking his head to one side with closed eyes, “Can you come over?”
“…Now?”
“Mhm.” He’s nodding, one hand gripping his phone tightly, the other balled into a fist and resting against his bedroom door to keep himself standing, his back hunched and head dipped low. He’s a mess, and he detests how dependant on your blood he’s become. What makes the situation worse is that you have no idea about his secret obsession.
“Uh… I guess I could catch an Uber to Euphoria—”
“Not Euphoria.” He swallows again, wetting his lips, “I'm at my place. I’ll send you the address.”
“You want me to come over to your place...?” Jungkook can hear your concern, which is by no means misguided. How he hasn’t killed you out of pure gluttony yet he has no idea, and you being alone with him in his home only amplifies the chances of that happening. But he’s desperate, so desperate that he’s almost begging for you to come over. You, a human.
“I-, yeah. There was an incident with your donations, they were accidentally destroyed.” He lies through his teeth, knowing full well he’s stored them away in the depths of his ‘blood-fridge’ in case he needs to bring another vampire down a peg or two in the form of liquid poison.
There’s a brief pause before you speak again, the hustle and bustle of daytime life ringing in his ears, “Okay… Text me the address, I’ll be there soon.”
You end the call there with a tight frown, unsure of what the next few hours will have in store for you. A myriad of things bubble inside your stomach. Nerves, anxiety... excitement. Since you last saw Jungkook you’ve dreamt of him every single night. His eyes, his tattoos, his body… While you’ve tried to convince yourself dreams are just that and nothing more, there’s a part of you that longs for your dreams to become reality.
You’re lonely, deeply saddened by your underwhelming life and brother’s illness. And considering you have very few friends to turn to, truthfully you don’t want to turn down Jungkook’s company.
No matter how dangerous it could be.
As promised he sends you his address and you transfer it into the Uber app, waiting all of three minutes before being picked up just outside of campus. It’s cold out today, you’re dressed in a cream high neck knitted dress and black tights with thigh-high boots of the same colour. A long coal winter coat pulling the ensemble together and keeping you warm. Sitting in the back of the cab you’re surprised to see he’s calling again, but you answer it regardless.
“Hello…?”
“Let me know when you’re outside.” His voice is low and gruff, dare you say it a little sexy and you swallow thickly in return.
“Okay… Is that all?” Your brows are raised expectantly, gazing out the window at the tall buildings that pass you by as you enter the more luxurious side of town.
He sniffs, clicking his tongue, “Promise me you’ll text me when you’re outside.”
“I-, I promise.” You exhale shakily, more anxious than ever.
“Good. Doors open, let yourself in five minutes after you text me.”
You nod, as though he can see you, “Okay...?”
Jungkook abruptly ends the call there.
When you arrive at his home you do as you were told, sending him a simple text message and allowing yourself five minutes to drink in your surroundings. It’s not a gothic old-century mansion like you naively expected, no, it’s the epitome of the American dream. Down to the white picket fence. It’s a two-storey detached house on the better side of town, at first glance you would think perhaps the owner would be a young couple having just moved into a bigger space upon the discovery of expecting their first child.
It's modern, large glass windows consuming most of the walls, they’re mirrored on the outside, presumably so the UV rays of the sun can't penetrate into his personal space – giving you a chance to subtly once-over your appearance before bravely heading into his garden. Which is exceptionally well kempt. To put it bluntly, it’s just not what you expected in the slightest. There’s no tallest tower, no pit of lava below a tiny rickety bridge leading to the main entrance, no bats swarming round the building and not one single sign of a coffin.
Are you ignorant for being this surprised? You almost feel guilty that you anticipated something else.
The front door is home to a large brass sign with the number ‘97’ engraved in dark, intricate artwork. It’s beautiful, if a sign could ever be such a thing. Five minutes has definitely passed so you muster the courage to let yourself inside, announcing your arrival.
“Jungkook…?” You call out, but there’s no response. “Hello? It’s me…”
You’re peering around his home, noting how open and light everything is. And clean. And not at all like a typical vampire’s lair if there is such a thing. The furniture looks equal parts expensive and homely, everything falling into a monochrome aesthetic that really emphasises the size of his place. It’s when you hear the unmistakable sound of chains rattling from beneath the floorboards that your heart stops beating. Does he have a secret dungeon where he keeps hostages? Are you going to be taken hostage? You’re panicking, blindly and quickly moving through the house in search of a weapon just in case.
As though you’d stand a chance against him.
“I’m not going to keep you here…” You hear Jungkook chuckle sinisterly from a distance, mentally cursing yourself for allowing your thoughts to run wild once again. He can read minds, shit. Need to stop forgetting about that.
You frown, having no idea where he is, “Where are you?”
“Downstairs. The supplies to make the donations are on the kitchen counter—”
But it’s too late for him to continue his explanation, because you’re already making your way down the staircase that leads to his basement against your better judgement. Now you’re familiar with Fifty Shades Of Grey, you’re aware of the BDSM community. You know all about the kinky depths of Pornhub but Jungkook’s basement exceeds the shock value of all of those things.
If Christian Grey’s play room had an affair with Jungkook’s strip club it still wouldn’t look like this. This is something else, red tube lighting creates a seductive ambiance in the basement that smells like warm ginger. Every wall is exposed brick, dozens, maybe even hundreds of black hooks adorn the bricks complete with leather whips, steel chains, paddles, floggers, ball gags, handcuffs, restraints, blindfolds, collars, canes, and is that a sex swing? No, a sex swing doesn’t have stirrups, right? You stop breathing when your eyes catch sight of the huge black four-poster bed centred in the room, sitting atop of an animal print rug that contrasts against the shiny dark flooring.
And then you see him. Each of his limbs chained to the adjacent post on the bed. Arms and legs spread wide, physically restrained and tied to the bed wearing nothing but black ripped skinny jeans. Every tattoo, every muscle, almost every square inch of his body exposed. Save for whatever lies beneath those obnoxiously tight jeans. His hair is damp and pressed to his forehead, tickling his hooded eyes that are already fixed to you.
“You shouldn’t be down here.” Jungkook growls, chest glistening with a sheen of sweat as it heaves up and down.
“Sorry-, I-,” You look somewhere else, somewhere that isn’t his half naked body, or the collection of sex toys in a dark, historic looking haphazardly half-closed trunk at the foot of the bed. “Why did you call me over if—”
“Everything’s in the kitchen. Make your donation and get out, the money is on the countertop next to the coffee machine.” He’s borderline panting, fiery gaze seemingly glued to your face.
You’re nodding, even though you have five billion questions inside your mind right now, “O-okay. Why are you…?” Your eyes hungrily drag up and down his toned stomach, his heavily tattooed arms and rib cage, the prominent V line muscle peeking out about his jeans. You swallow, struggling to keep your mouth closed. “Why are you chained up?”
At this he scoffs before wetting his lips, “Because if I wasn’t I’d kill you.” He throws his head back into the crimson silk pillows, visibly uncomfortable when his eyes squeeze shut, jaw tight. “These restraints are made for supernatural creatures and you have exactly twenty seven minutes before the timer ends, they’ll unlock and I’ll be free. So get on with it.”
“What is this place…? Some kind of kinky sex dungeon?” You giggle, drinking in your surroundings with raised eyebrows.
“Twenty six minutes and fifty one seconds.”
You’re smirking, daring to edge closer to where he lays, until you’re standing next to the trunk at the foot of the bed. “What’s gotten into you? I’ve never seen you… Like this before.”
“Y/N.” He groans, gnawing his lip hard enough to bleed, chains rattling against the bed posts when he struggles against them. “Do you have a fucking death wish?! Get out!” He roars, voice raspy and oozing with something indescribable when he fights against the restraints again.
“You can’t hurt me for another twenty six minutes.” You sigh, loving that you have such power, such dominance over him in this moment. Maybe a little too much. “Are you sure you should be around my blood if you haven’t fed—”
“I didn’t invite you here to chit chat. Go upstairs, make your donation and get the fuck out of my house before I really do kill you.” His patience is thinning, as is your resolve. He just looks so… sexy. Tied up, spread wide, panting and gasping for air because he wants you so badly. Well, your blood. You’ve never seen something so tempting in your life—
Jungkook’s voice is equal parts seductive and menacing when it rolls off his tongue, his eyes blackened by desire when they catch yours. “Keep your thoughts to yourself little girl.”
“I-, and if I don’t..?” You hum, boldly crawling onto the bed to kneel in the space between his legs. But you don’t touch him, you simply stare at him through long, flirtatious eyelashes. He can't hurt you, you repeat in your head over and over.
He can't hurt you. You're in control.
Oh the things you would do to him, the things you’d let him do to you… Maybe you’re thinking recklessly, he’d kill you without a second thought but for some reason you can’t bring yourself to dwell on that right now. You want him, his presence always finds a way to ignite a lust-fuelled fire inside you, and today is no different.
“What exactly are you gonna do, hm? What exactly can you do right now?”
At this he laughs, loudly, craning his neck to get a better look at you, the noise akin to a hyena discovering its prey, “You really do have a death wish, don’t you?”
You shrug before your body deflates with the weight of the truth, a pained smile threatening your lips, “Guess I don’t have much to live for.”
There’s an uncomfortable silence thickening the air, perhaps you said too much. You don’t even know why you started talking to begin with, it’s not like he remotely cares about your life. You’re nothing but a donation, a breathing blood bag for him and his strange tests. Jungkook’s gaze is intense, but he remains silent.
Well, you should probably get this over with and head home before he does kill you.
“I don’t have time to… yknow, so I guess I'll just leave my donation upstairs when—”
“You do have the time.” He snaps, nodding lazily, lips pink, ajar and swollen from biting down on them. “It took you less than ten minutes to come in my office.”
Blood rushes to your cheeks when you suppress an embarrassed giggle, “Right… But I don’t exactly want to fuck myself in your kitchen, so...” You snort, but Jungkook’s eyes darken with something indescribable.
“I said I’d make an exception once.” He reminds you, using his tongue to toy with his lip ring when he shakes against the restraints, “So you have two options. Either go upstairs and fuck yourself before donating, or be a good girl and show me what you did in my office.”
Your eyes bulge from your skull, a rush of heat hitting your core hard, “W-what?”
“Oh Y/N…” He growls, raking his gaze over every curve and crevice of your body before settling back to your face. “You were thinking much dirtier thoughts not even three minutes ago. I should’ve known you were all talk and no action.” He chuckles, followed by sharp inhale between his teeth, similar to a sensitive hiss.
“I-,” You freeze. He’s not wrong about what you were thinking. And the idea of having him watch you, restricted, unable to do anything save for looking at the mess you’re sure you’d make of yourself… It’s enough for a dull throb to pulse between your thighs.
Arrogance and curiosity take over, along with the need to feel something other than sadness. You need an escape from reality, and fucking yourself to orgasm in front of a vampire who’s admitted he wants to kill you is very distant from your mundane everyday life.
A distraction.
“Fine. But good girl isn’t exactly my style.”
You’re smirking, slowly unbuttoning your large winter coat and tossing it to the ground, making sure to hold Jungkook’s eye contact the whole time. You stand for a moment, tugging the boots and tights down your legs and kicking them off, followed by your panties. You should be embarrassed, you should be running and screaming by this point.
But you’re not.
You’re sitting on the bed between his thighs, wearing nothing beneath your dress, closely watching his reaction when you spread your own legs and give him the perfect view of your glistening pussy.
His chains clang and crash against the bed posts, his hands balled into tight fists and his eyes physically incapable of looking away from the sight in front of him. “Fuck… Fuck! Free me of these fucking chains now, I need… Fuck!” He gasps, hooded eyes entirely black, jaw so sharp you would bleed if you touched it. He’s panting, thick brows furrowed in concentration, the Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat when he swallows nothing. Nostrils flare when he takes a deep inhale, mouth falling open with nothing but a low moan and whispered praise.
Jungkook’s reaction does nothing but spur you on, heat and wetness surging your folds faster than humanly possible. The fact his eyes clearly showcase the demon within isn’t phasing you, his long fangs, the fifty shades of purple veins spilling from his eye sockets, nothing phases you.
You don’t care that he’s a vampire right now, because he’s looking at you with so much hunger, so much desperation that a wicked smile pulls your lips. Maybe all this time he's wanted you just as much as you want him.
Maybe.
Slowly, agonisingly slowly, you begin pressing rough circles onto your most sensitive area, pleasantly surprised by how aroused you already are. The immortal man is visibly suffering, writhing around in self-pity and frustration when you hold your weight with one arm, allowing yourself to lean back and give him a better view of the show.
“Untie me. Untie me right fucking now!” He screams between heaved breaths, still fighting with the chains that bind him. “There’s a chainsaw in the-, fuck!” He roars, eyes blown wide with lust and an animalistic desire to have you.
"I won't hurt you-, I-, I won't hurt you..." He pants, "Find a way to get these off now."
Your head lolls back from bliss when you moan softly, biting your lip for added dramatics, “Feels so good… Mmm… I probably won’t last long, I haven’t touched myself since that night at Euphoria.” You hum, smug. When your toes curl on the bedsheets you decide to up the ante, throwing your legs over his thighs to spread yourself further.
Jungkook’s hips buckle upward in a frenzy, thick thighs tensing under the bend of your knees. “Little girl.” He warns, voice low, “Wait until the timer runs out and—”
“Oh god!” You exaggerate a little for affect, but you can’t deny how hot this feels. How sexy this situation is. The slick dripping from your pulsing hole onto the silk sheets mere proof of how turned on you are.
There’s no argument – you are weaker than him, in every single way possible. Yet in this moment you have so much power over him, and you’re loving every single second. “Mmmm… I’m so wet already.” You mewl with a smirk, dipping a finger into said wetness to slide your lubricant back up to your engorged clit. "Ohhh!"
In the blink of an eye the bedposts behind you snap clean in half, Jungkook having jerked his legs with so much strength that the wood clashes to the ground with a loud bang.
Before you have time to react he uses his legs to drag you closer, shackles still closed around his ankles. Expertly he places his feet under the swell of your ass to lift you up and pull you closer, until you’re slamming back down onto his body. You barely catch yourself in time, nails digging into his taught chest and your soaking pussy directly pressed against the undeniable bulge barely contained in his jeans.
The sensation of denim under your core makes you gasp, it feels good. So good that you start rubbing yourself over his rock hard cock. Quickly, with urgency – fuelled by only the desire to come, knowing he can't touch you. Can't hurt you.
“Y/N…” He groans, winning you to peer up at him through under heavy eyelids. “You’ve had your fun, now free my hands so I can have mine.” The threat rolls of his tongue bleeding with seduction, but you’re too lost in his gaze to register it.
Nobody has ever looked at you this way, it’s like time itself stops working. He’s… beautiful. For a split second you’re sure you catch a glimpse of the doe-eyed man inside the monster, you want to know his story. You want to know everything about the handsome man doing something strange to your chest.
His fangs retract for all of two seconds before you roll your hips over him again and he quickly sheds himself of any humanity, returning to his true self.
“Do you like that, little girl?” He hisses through clenched teeth, eyes locked with yours. “Do you like how my cock feels underneath that pretty pussy of yours?”
You’re nodding hopelessly, lips ajar as silent curses tumble between shallow breaths, your heat swollen and aching for a release with each calculated drag of your pelvis.
“Tell me you want me.” You whisper, pulling back harsher, pushing forward harder. Fucking yourself on the outline of his huge length. The roughness of the denim, the cool metal of his jean clasp, the way his biceps flex and fight as he struggles against his restraints all adding to your approaching high. “Tell me you want me Jungkook.”
His sweat-beaded brows furrow, nostrils wide as he breathes through his nose. “I’ve wanted you from the moment I knew you existed.”
“Mmmm…” You moan again, speeding up your ministrations. From beneath you Jungkook firmly plants his bare feet on the mattress, pushing his groin up to yours with so much force your fragile human body will surely break or bruise. “Oh my—”
“I want you.” He groans, pushing his face up as much as he can given his current predicament, but you straighten your back to allow yourself a better position at the exact same moment.
You’re riding him with everything you can, everything you have and he mirrors your movements by grinding himself against you equally as feverish. “I want you. I crave you, all of you. The things I’ll do to you…” He rasps, frantically searching your face for a reaction and every nerve in your body ignites.
“Fuck! I’m-,” You gasp, now rolling your hips in circular motions, pussy feeling equal parts empty and as though it’s about to explode.
“Such a good fucking girl.” He growls, kicking his head back into the pillows with a devilish smirk to enjoy the show. "So beautiful. So obedient."
“Ahh! Oh-, OHH!” You scream, pushing down on him harder than ever, until the rush of ecstasy takes over and you’re coming all over his jeans. Features contorted with relief and pleasure, fingernails clawing at his naked chest.
Jungkook gives you no more than thirty seconds to ride out your high before his own fingernails are digging into his palms hard enough to draw blood. When you catch sight of him you forget how to breathe, reality crashing down on you hard. His fangs are long and itching to plunge into something, eyes squeezed tight enough to give any human a headache, his breathing erratic, nostrils flared. To put it simply he’s a fucking wreck, snarling ferociously, wetting his lips and biting down on them every other second.
“Go.” He gulps, not looking at you once. “There isn’t much time, I can’t-, you can’t be here when I’m free of these. You need to leave now.”
Shame blended with something unfamiliar weighs you down, but you make no argument and do exactly as he says – changing, donating, quickly leaving.
Jungkook hears the front door close not even thirty seconds before he’s free, proving that was close. Too close. When the shackles burst open he immediately flies upstairs into the kitchen, knocking back a vile of your fresh blood. Taken not even five minutes after your high. The crimson liquid coats his tongue and slides down his throat with ease, winning him to groan and pant from nothing other than pure, unfathomable pleasure.
“Fuck… Little girl.” He moans, panting when his head dips back into nothing, cock still rock hard and fighting for dominance against his jeans. Just as he suspected, you’re free of rose thorn. Meaning you’re still none-the-wiser to what he’s really doing with your donations, but somebody else is suspicious. He glances down to the wet patch darkening his crotch, only reminding him of and amplifying his arousal.
Never in his entire existence has he felt the way you make him feel. Not once. No witch, no vampire, and certainly no human has ever reduced him to begging for a release. Had you listened to him and freed him from the shackles... Either he would've broken every bone in your body fucking you, or he would've drained you of every drop of blood. Right now he's not sure what he'd prefer.
You're... Unlike anyone he's encountered. There are times he thinks you're scared of him, and times you challenge that very opinion. He's making a bad habit of underestimating you, something he needs to be cautious of moving forward.
As expected from the antagonist of modern society he revels in being in control, providing his sexual partners with both pain and pleasure, perhaps one day you’ll be open to exploring that side of his world. That’s if he doesn’t kill you before he gets the chance to fuck you.
Just how it happened with your blood, now he's had a taste, a glimpse of what you can really be like - he wants more. He needs more. There is no doubt in his mind, not a spec of hesitance. He is... obsessed with you, addicted. Consumed.
The memory of you on top of him, fucking yourself, using him, coming undone above him will live with him for as long as he does.
Eternity.
When you make it to your front door you feel like you’re in a fever dream, did that really just happen? The walls of Jungkook’s… whatever that place is, being the only witnesses to what you did and just how much you enjoyed it. A part of you wishes you fucked him while you had the chance, sex with a vampire is illegal for a human. But truthfully? You don't care. Like you told him yourself, you don't have much to live for anymore.
Feeling weak and lightheaded from blood loss you fumble with your keys, feet struggling to stay firmly planted on your doormat. You’re confused about your own feelings toward the vampire to say the least, you know he’s no good for you. You know he doesn’t want anything from you save for your blood, and yet you’re visibly disappointed when the tap on your shoulder turns out to be… not him.
“Hey Yoongi.” You glance back at the man with a small smile while unlocking your door, one he reciprocates in the hallway.
“Hey Y/N.” He sniffs, raising his right hand that seems to be clinging onto a sky blue casserole dish. “You like lasagne? I made too much so if you want it it’s yours.” He admits with a light, airy slightly endearing chuckle.
Inviting him inside you take the meal from his grip with a genuine grin, “I love lasagne! Thank you, how much do I owe you?”
“Don’t be ridiculous.” Your next door neighbour snorts, quietly closing the door behind him. “It’s a gift, I’ve noticed you seem… tired lately, that’s all. It’s the least I can do.”
Once Yoongi’s home cooked Italian favourite is settled onto your kitchen countertop you shoot him a warm smile. As always he looks grumpy, disinterested and as though he’s ready to call absolutely anybody out on their bullshit. A simple grey knitted sweater fits snug over his slender frame, paired with two-toned blue denim jeans and sneakers. His brunette hair is longer now, parting in the middle and showcasing his delicate features and milky skin.
Where Jungkook looked out of place in your modest apartment, like a giant red flag planted in the sand of your life, Yoongi looks… fitting, as though he’s meant to be here. You’ve lived here for a year now but you still don’t know very much about your neighbour. Only that he lives with his best friend Hoseok, who couldn’t be more opposite to Yoongi if he tried. He’s incredibly loud, sometimes you can hear the two arguing through the cheap thin wall; and sometimes you can hear much more than that. One of them is quite the ladies man it seems, but judging by the awkward closed smile Yoongi wears when your eyes meet…
It’s probably not him.
“Thank you, that’s really nice of you.” You chuckle, folding your arms over your chest. “Sorry about my uh-, friend the other day.” A sigh escapes you, remembering how concerned he looked upon seeing Jungkook slam you into your front door.
Yoongi’s brow quirks, “Friend? I figured he was your boyfriend with the way he was looking at you.”
“Nope.” You emphasise the ‘P’ with a pop of your lips, quickly busying yourself with a parcel on your kitchen counter that you haven’t had the time to unpack just yet, “He’s definitely not my boyfriend.” You scoff under your breath, because that’s the truth. Jungkook isn’t your boyfriend, he’s not even your friend. “I don’t have a boyfriend.”
At this your neighbour’s features visibly soften, he’s nodding slowly when he grins, opening your front door. “Bodes well, enjoy the lasagne.”
“Uh-, thanks…” You blush, not knowing where to look.
And just like that he’s gone, leaving you alone with your thoughts. The food smells amazing, but it’s the brown boxed parcel that you reach for first, frowning when you see the return address is your mom’s place. What on earth could your mom possibly want to send you? You tear it open, genuinely curious.
It’s… for a lack of better explanation, spikey potpourri wrapped in thin netting. A suspiciously large selection of her homemade teabags, how bizarre. Regardless of her agenda you find a home for them in your food cupboard before skimming the card that came with it, only growing all the more suspicious.
Pairing: Student Body President Kim SeokJin x Student Black Reader
Genre: friends with benefits, college au, smut, slight enemies-to-lovers but not really
Summary: With Jin being the student body president, you have to keep your purely sexual relationship on the DL, but what happens when it’s no longer just sexual?
Warnings: swearing, oral sex (f. receiving), implied sexual content, slight emotional hurt (it’s nothing major though), arguing, dirty talk, pet names (just “baby” but Ik some ppl don’t like pet names), toxic behavior (just a lil bit)
WC: 3,886
A/N: I was bored and instead of finishing my English essay I wrote this so I hope you like it! 😅
Enjoy!
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You knew what you were doing when you kissed Namjoon at the frat party last weekend. You knew he was best friends with Seokjin and after he pissed you off after your last hook up you decided getting with his best friend was an appropriate punishment.
When you first started fucking around with the student body president, you both established that you were strictly friends with benefits, hell you were barely friends. Sure, you both had mutual friends that would plan hangouts every now and then but the two of you were in completely different worlds.
While you spent your time slaving away in sterile classrooms working on your projects and essays for your finals and midterms, Jin was out delegating and organizing events for the student council. Outwardly, he was the “perfect guy”, at least according to your friends when they would go on their annual discussions about the man.
No one knew that you two were fucking on the low so you would always roll your eyes and say “he’s aight,” when they chided you for your own opinion.
Truthfully he was fine. Annoyingly fine. With his curly auburn hair, pretty plump lips, and warm smile. You would never admit that though, not to your friends and especially not to Jin. After all, no one knew the side of Jin that he would only show you when in the woes of your quick sessions of passion and lust.
But after your last hookup, the last person you wanted to think about was Jin. Instead, during a lull in between your classes, you decided to pay your friend Namjoon a visit and after asking where he was through text you quickly made your way to his student apartment.
“______, I wasn’t expecting to see you today. What, you miss me or something?”
“Stop playing,” you huffed out a dry laugh, pushing past the man who simply laughed before closing the door from behind you.
You’ve been to Namjoon’s apartment a handful of times but it was always filled with his dumbass friends. But as you scanned the surprisingly clean apartment you noted the air of silence that surrounded you. Turning around, you were met with Namjoon, his back leaning against the front door with his strong arms crossed over his black t-shirt. His eyes bored into you, his bottom lip succumbing to his teeth biting into it, damn it he looked good.
“What?” You asked after a second of terse silence settled in the space between you.
“Why’re you here, _____? “
Your eyes widened briefly as you absorbed the man’s question, “ I can’t pay my friend a visit now, damn.”
Namjoon laughed softly before pushing himself off of the door and striding over to you, a mischievous glimmer in his eyes as you felt his hands slide around your waist.
“You wanna pick up where we left off at the party?” His deep voice whispered quietly into your ear, the smell of his cologne enveloping you.
As hot as Namjoon was, you knew his reputation and that he was just teasing you, besides you had only kissed him to get back at Jin. With a roll of your eyes, you leaned away from the man, your hands pushing against his broad chest.
“Stop all that, y’know I’m not here for that.”
Namjoon relented with a chuckle, his arms leaving your waist before stepping away, his cocky smirk still present on his lips. “So what are you here for? Seriously, is everything okay?”
Despite Namjoon being friends with Jin, he didn’t know about your relationship and you had no intentions of telling him now. But then that left the question- why were you here? Truthfully, you didn’t know. You suppose you were just being petty, but before you could come up with a plausible excuse a knock came from the front door.
“Hold on a second,” Namjoon said to you before turning away to answer the door.
You watched as your friend looked into the peephole of his door before confirming whoever was behind it and opening the door.
“Hey, Joon. Did you remember to-”
Looking past Namjoon, you felt your heart stutter and your eyes widen at the sight before you. Only a mere five feet away was Kim Seokjin, the respected student body president. You hadn’t seen him in almost a week which, in your case, was a long time. You felt your core ache with need and desire, repressed memories of how he’d feel between your legs surfacing up in your mind the longer you stared at him.
At the sight of you Jin’s words trailed off, his mouth hanging open slightly before seemingly remembering where he was. With a sharp intake of air, he forced his gaze away from you and back onto his friend.
“Sorry, I didn’t know _____ was going to be here,” with a nod the man gestured to you as Namjoon turned back around to glance at you, “I can come back another time if you guys were-”
Namjoon’s laugh cut off the rest of Jin’s sentence as he stepped aside, his cheery voice filling up the weird tension that had stricken the air, “nah, we weren’t doing anything, Jin. She just came by to say hello, you can come in.”
With a small smile, Jin nodded his head in gratitude before walking into the room when his eyes slid over to you, a cold hardness overtook his gaze as his smile dropped. His expression made a chill run down your spine as you did your best to not cower underneath his stare.
“_____.”
“Jin.”
You observed the way Jin’s eyes briefly flicked down to take in your body despite his distant greeting towards you, but you still couldn’t discern any noticeable emotion from his sharp hollow eyes.
“What did you need again, Jin?” Namjoon’s voice thankfully took Jin’s attention away from you as the man turned to face his friend, his expression softening immediately with an easygoing smile plastered over his lips.
“Right. I was wondering if you were able to get those flyers printed out for me? I asked Yoongi if he got them, but he said he forgot them in the apartment.”
Namjoon rolled his eyes as a scoff fell from his lips, “‘forgot them’ my ass. I don’t even think he printed them out, to be honest. But I gotchu, I know one of my friends has a printer that they’d let me use real quick if you don’t mind waiting a few minutes while I print the flyers.”
“Oh, no. You don’t have to do all that, Joon. It’s fine I can just-”
“No, I insist, seriously.”
With a sigh and a shake of his head, Jin nodded towards his friend who reciprocated with a dimpled smile before grabbing his keys and walking towards the door.
“I’ll be back in a few minutes, try not to kill each other while I’m away.”
You knew Namjoon was joking when he said that, but with the way Jin looked at you as soon as the door closed you’d think it was a serious warning.
The polite and kind student body president disappeared as soon as the two of you were left alone. His once bright eyes suddenly narrowed into sharp slits that shot into you like a bullet and his easygoing smile transformed into a shallow scowl.
You didn’t understand why he was treating you with such disdain, it’s not like you kissing Namjoon was unwarranted and you’d be damned if you let this man try to punk you. So with all your courage you made a point of rolling your eyes and folding your arms in defiance, your voice ringing out and cutting through the tension.
“What’s with the attitude?”
At that, Jin cocked a finely waved eyebrow at you, his head tilting to the side when he responded, “so I’m the one with the attitude now?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You know what it means, _____.”
“No, I don’t actually.”
“Then let me enlighten you,” striding over to you Jin towered over you, with how close he was you could clearly see the inky pools of darkness that swallowed his iris’. “You kissed my best friend knowing damn well I’d find out about it then avoid me for a week only to turn up at Namjoon’s apartment.”
You forced out a humorless laugh after Jin finished, you couldn’t believe he was throwing a hissy fit over this after what he’d done. “You’re forgetting that I did all this after you called me the wrong fucking name the last time we had sex!”
You couldn’t help the burst of anger that flooded your words, it was hell trying to avoid Jin all week without giving in to your intrusive thoughts and just fucking every one of his friends as payback.
“And it was Sofia of all people! Can’t believe you’ve been hooking up with that hoe…” now that last statement was more you than to Jin and when your beady eyes snapped up to catch a smirk over the student president’s lips you had just about had enough.
With a frustrated huff of air, you quickly brushed past Jin and towards the front door. If the nigga was just going to laugh in your face then you were just going to leave. But before you could even grab the door handle you felt a pair of hands encapsulate your waist and pull you deeper into the apartment until you were forced down onto the beige living room couch.
“I know you didn’t just push me onto this couch.”
“And I know you’re not being pissy with me because I fucked Sofia.”
“And what if I am?”
“_____, look at me. Look.” Despite his laughter earlier, when you begrudgingly turned your eyes upward to face the man hovering over you, you were able to note the seemingly sincere look covering his beautiful face.
His lips were pulled back in a tight line and his eyebrows were furrowed. His eyes looked like they were studying you, trying to untangle the web of thoughts that surrounded your anger.
Finally, after a second of silence, his voice softly pecked your ears, his gaze never leaving yours, “ I’m sorry, truly. I really didn’t mean to call you Sofia, it was a shitty thing to do.”
“Yeah, okay.”
“I’m serious, _____.”
Truthfully speaking, you knew he had been messing around with Sofia. Mostly because the bitch never knew when to shut the fuck up. The two of you established that you weren’t exclusive and that as long as you stay safe then all cards were on the table but… you still couldn’t help but feel that stinging ache of pain when Jin mistakenly called you her name after giving him head.
“Why did you say her name then?” You weren’t entirely sure if you wanted to know the answer, but it seemed like it was the time to lay everything out and the question had been eating you up for the last week.
For the first time throughout the conversation, Jin’s eyes blinked away from yours, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat before he replied in a quiet voice, “this is going to sound dumb but… lately when we hook up I’ve been enjoying it more than I think I should.” Briefly meeting eye contact once again the man chewed on his bottom lip before continuing, “and I guess I was scared so… when you were giving me head I thought about anything– or I guess anyone that could distract me, and usually when Sofia gives me head it’s pretty shit so I thought thinking about her would keep me from climaxing too fast and then I just accidentally said her name.”
After he finished his explanation a firm silence dawned over the two of you. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing and after a few more seconds of silence stretched on you couldn’t contain the loud laugh that echoed throughout the apartment.
“Alright now, it’s not that funny” you heard Jin mutter under his breath but you were too busy laughing to reply.
It was only after a few more seconds of laughter that were you able to sputter out a coherent sentence, “wait- Jin, are you saying you only said Sofia’s name so you wouldn’t come too fast?”
“Basically yeah. I know it’s dumb I just-”
You didn’t let him finish as you had pulled him down to your level and kissed him heartily, your lips slotting together so naturally as if nothing had changed. His lips were just as pillowy soft as you remembered and his cherry-flavored chapstick tasted like nostalgia as you recalled all the times you kissed it off this man’s pretty lips.
“It is dumb, but it’s also kind of cute,” you muttered through the kiss.
After a few more kisses you felt Jin pull away slightly, his arms pressing against the sides of the couch, “I really am sorry, _____. I haven’t slept with Sofia in over a month. If I’m being honest the only person I’ve been seeing intimately is… you.”
Your eyes widened at that. Jin wasn’t known for being a playboy or anything, he did have a reputation to uphold, but he was known to get around every now and then. To hear that you were the only person he was really seeing made you both giddy with joy and suspicious of what he wanted you to say. But before you could respond Jin quickly intercepted you, his words rushing out uncharacteristically.
“I know we said we would be strictly friends with benefits, but… I don’t know. The thought of you being with someone else… especially someone like Namjoon scared me. I don’t expect you to feel the same way or even be exclusive with me, I just had to tell you now or else I would’ve lost my fucking mind.”
It took you a second to fully process Jin’s words. It was a lot he was spilling onto you. Was he confessing that he liked you? That’s what this meant right? You hadn’t messed around with anyone either besides Jin, but you always figured it was one-sided.
“For what it’s worth, I haven’t slept with anyone else in a while too.”
“What?”
You felt a rush of heat spread through your cheeks which was gratefully hidden behind the melanin in your skin, but the effects of your flustered nature were enough to have you avoiding eye contact, “no one makes me feel as good as you do, Jin.”
Suddenly you were too shy to look back at the handsome man in front of you but you could feel the heat of his stare caress over you before his voice piped up quietly, “no one? Not even Namjoon?”
You swiftly snapped your head back to Jin as you answered hurriedly, “no! I never slept with him! I just kissed him to fuck with you…”
Jin clicked his teeth disapprovingly with a shake of his head, his once look of nerves replaced by a sharp smirk and dark eyes, “I don’t believe you. I think I gotta remind you of how nice you feel when I’m eating you out.”
Your legs clenched at Jin’s words, that familiar ache from in between your legs coming back at full force. Jin’s eyes darted down to catch the action before his eyes flicked back up to meet yours and leaned in to kiss you once again. His kiss was gentle and slow as his tongue ran against your bottom lip, begging for permission to which you granted.
You lifted your hands to wrap around Jin’s neck and pull him closer to you but were suddenly stopped when you felt the man pull away from you, his lips puffy and gleaming with saliva.
“No touching, baby. Today, I just want to pleasure you, will you let me?” Looking at you through his doe-like eyes was enough to have you folding and allowing Jin to have complete control.
With a smile that could light up a dark cave, Jin leaned in once more to peck you warmingly on the lips before slipping away and kneeling in front of you, his large hands running light circles over your denim jeans.
“Take this off for me, ____.” Jin tapped his index finger over the fabric of your jeans as he spoke.
You both knew you didn’t have much time left before Namjoon finished printing the flyers so you wasted no time in lifting up your hips and quickly peeling off your jeans with Jin assisting you. When he caught sight of your black lace underwear you saw him visibly gulp, his eyes never wavering from the sight of your covered privates.
“Jin, c’mon, we don’t have much time.” while that was true you only said that because you were starting to get flustered from the way Jin was eyeing you.
“Sorry, I just can’t ever get enough of you.” at that his eyes left your underwear to admire your thighs, then your stomach, chest, and finally ending on your face. A strange warmth clouded his gaze, one that you’ve never seen before and suddenly you felt your heart rate spike.
Tearing his eyes away from your face, Jin returned to your underwear as his hands slowly coerced your legs open until you were spread out before him like a meal. Creeping his fingers up your inner thigh Jin leaned forward before blowing softly over your already-soaked underwear, the breeze contrasting greatly against your heated center. You then felt Jin’s finger softly stroke the fabric of your panties, running small circles over your covered clit, it was agonizingly pleasurable as a soft gasp escaped your lips.
“Please, Jin… hurry.”
Noting the urgency in your voice Jin sighed, the smirk on his lips bleeding into the tone of his words, “only because of the time constraint, but _____, next time I won’t be rushed.”
His words sent a shiver down your spine but it was quickly overtaken by the joy you felt when you felt Jin’s fingers hook around the band of your underwear and yank it down to your ankles. The cold air hitting your vagina shocked you, but the feeling of Jin’s fingers sliding through the folds of your pussy was even more surprising. How could you have forgotten how good this man makes you feel? How well he knows your body?
His index finger expertly found your clit before rubbing small circles over it, his touch was tender and yet precise as you began moaning into the air, your eyes doing their best to stay open and focus on the man before you who watched you before glancing down to look at his fingers slipping easily into you.
“God, I missed this. I missed you,” his voice was low and quiet, almost as if he was hypnotized.
“It’s just a pussy, Jin. And it’s definitely not the first one you’ve seen.”
Jin’s eyes narrowed slightly as he looked back up at you, “it may not be my first, but I sure as hell want it to be my last.”
Before you could even process what he was implying he leaned closer to you before sticking his tongue out to taste you. His tongue explored every inch of you like it was the first time and you were helpless to try to keep up. His tongue licked at you relentlessly and you did your best to hold in your moans but when he stuck another finger inside you, you could no longer contain yourself; so moan you did.
“That’s right, baby. Moan for me, indulge in the feeling of my tongue on your beautiful clit.”
You loved when Jin talked dirty to you and he knew that as he slowly coaxed you closer and closer to your orgasm with his sinful words paired with his wide eyes, plump lips, and sweet voice. You weren’t sure how long you were going to last like this, but you embraced it regardless. You embraced the feeling of Jin’s tongue lavishing you like you were water in the Sahara, you embraced the way his slender fingers pushed in and out of you like a well-oiled machine, and you embraced the way Jin’s eyes caressed you, looking at you with such desire and warmth.
You knew it wouldn’t take you long to reach your orgasm and after a few more minutes of Jin pouring his all into pleasing you, you were crying out to him, warning him of your incoming climax.
“Come for me, _____. Please, I wanna taste you on my tongue.”
On his command, you felt yourself let go as a flood of pleasure took over your senses. Your eyes squeezed shut and your hands latched onto Jin’s shoulder to try to anchor yourself as you called out his name, the only name you’d ever want on your lips from now on.
Without missing a beat after you had come down from your high you felt Jin pull up your underwear and jeans before moving to sit on the couch next to you. When you finally opened your eyes and turned to look at him, a small smile graced your lips as you saw your juices covering Jin’s lips.
“C’mere,” you smiled as you pulled Jin in by his chin and began kissing him sensually, the taste of you covering your lips now.
“If it wasn’t obvious, I really like you. The only name I wanna moan from now on is yours, okay?” Jin mumbled in between the kiss, his tongue dipping out to lick you off of his bottom lip.
You smiled, you knew you were cheesing so hard at the man’s words but you couldn’t help yourself. He just looked so cute sitting next to you with his curly hair and goofy smile. Here you were with the revered and respected Kim Seokjin, the voice for all the students on campus, and yet you’re the only thing on his mind and the only thing on his lips.
“Hm, you know I was so close to moaning Namjoon’s name…”
“You got jokes now.” Jin shook you slightly as you teased him.
He rolled his eyes as you laughed lightly before squaring your gaze back on him, your voice coming out soft and low, “I’m just kidding… seriously, I’m sorry for kissing him, I was just being petty.”
Jin nodded, “I get it, what I did was fucked up so I deserved to get humbled. But I’m hoping now that we talked this all out I could maybe take you out. Like on an official date?”
You feigned like you were thinking, your chin lifting up as your eyes flicked up to the ceiling. “Mm, that depends. Where you taking me?”
“Wherever you’d like, baby.”
“Then it’s a deal.”
You sealed the date with one last kiss that you smiled into before you both got up and frantically tried cleaning up the couch before Namjoon got back, knowing that if he found out about what you guys did he’d never let ya’ll hear the end of it.
Summary: He was enamored with you, finally realizing how corrupt and dangerous the world around you was now that he could see how pure you were in comparison. He would stop at nothing to become the only one you loved. Only he deserved your attention and it was only a matter of time before you would agree.
A/N: This is my first fic that I've done in a very long time so apologies if it's not very good!!! Huge thank you to @gethatcake and @asdfgtaeee for beta reading!!
Word count: 7k
Yandere! Artist! Taehyung x Naïve! Fem! Reader
This story is 18+ and contains triggering themes including: romanticism of yandere behavior, obsessive ideation, rape/non-con elements, somnophilia, kidnapping, heavy manipulation.
Other tags: slow burn, hyyh au!, crime family ot7 au!, soft yandere
I do not condone the actions in this work of fiction!
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You took his breath away. Taehyung knew he needed to consume you, keep you as his forever. He imagined you as his songbird, wings clipped, not being able independently survive. He was the only person in the world that deserved to be around you, listen to your beautiful voice, touch your soft body.
The only thing he craved in his life was something pure to call his own. He grew up too quickly being around violence and hatred constantly from his father. His father was an alcoholic and would often take out his anger on Taehyung, if not his mother and sister. You quickly became the light in his world, thoughts of having you as his own taking over his daily routine.
The first time he saw you he felt like Hades gazing upon innocent Kore while she picked flowers, blissfully unaware of the attention that she had attracted. He wanted to take you then and there as Hades did and drag you to the underworld to keep forever, to taint, to turn you into his Persephone.
He met you in the hallway of his art studio, the shared building being rented out to multiple tenants to use however they wanted. Some lived in the studio apartments while others made their own working space. You were one who had been living in the studio apartment, you wanted a budget friendly option for living in the large city of Seoul for your office job. He approached you carefully, like he was trying to catch a butterfly without it slipping through his fingers. You were too distracted to notice, attempting to balance your groceries in one hand and unlock your apartment door with the other. He didn't want to watch you struggle for too long so he quickly offered his help. You were so surprised and grateful as you handed him your grocery bags, not noticing as his touch lingered a second too long on your arm as he took your burden from you. He thought it was cute how you started oversharing about how you needed to start taking two trips when bringing in your groceries as you unlocked your door. He peeked into your living space as you opened your door and turned around to take the groceries off of his hands.
You had a fairly simple apartment setup, the same layout as his art studio only with a couch in the center of the room facing a television, a bed in the corner next to the large windows looking out at the city, you had plenty of knick knacks displayed on the windowsills and bookshelves. He noticed that you loved florals and vintage style items, the interior of your apartment looked like it belonged to a cottage in the forest rather than an apartment in a big city.
Once you were settled with your groceries on the floor safely inside your apartment you enthusiastically thanked him for his help, bowing a few times. The feeling of your hand in his would be difficult to forget as you offered it to him to shake. He took your hand in both of his and shook a bit too enthusiastically, being quickly overwhelmed with so much newfound affection that he didn't know where to put it. He chuckled and reassured you that it was no problem at all stepping back and starting to walk away as you closed the door. He was thrilled, cursing that he had never passed you in the hallway before while walking up to his studio but hoping that he was able to make a good first impression.
Ever since that day he obsessed over your routine, what time you would leave or arrive home, making note of the days where you would go grocery shopping or do laundry. He bumped into you often enough to satiate his desire to see you but not so often that you would notice and grow suspicious. Kept up late at night he would go through the small interactions that he had with you during the day, reliving the moment, thinking of ways to improve your image of him. If the world weren't so corrupt he could've asked you out on a date and tried to become your boyfriend. That wouldn't be enough, the only way he'd ever be sure that your eyes were only on him would be if he took you. He couldn't bear to think about anyone else tainting you, the thought made his blood boil to the point where he'd obsessively pour over the video feed from the hidden camera he'd installed in the hallway across from your door. Thankfully you seemed to be too involved in your paralegal job to have time for friends or dating so he'd never felt the fear of seeing another person enter your apartment.
He was an artist, the hobby started as spraying graffiti all over buildings in his youth and had led him to developing a passion for creating. You became his muse, even when he would start an art project with the intent to depict someone or something else he was always led back to you. The art studio was now filled with harsh sketches, paintings, even sculptures of you.
He had his powerful friends use their connections to look into you, trying to learn everything he could. Not to his surprise your record was squeaky clean, you had been a good student in school, earning scholarships to go to college and law school with the goal of becoming a civil litigator. You seemed focused on staying on the straight and narrow to reach your goals. You were too good for this world. Luckily Taehyung was friends with Jung Hoseok, the young lawyer who had a far reaching network of clients and connections that allowed him and those close with him to get away with most everything as long as they did so quietly. Hoseok climbed the ladder of success quickly and he was now a partner of the law firm that you were working at.
Taehyung and his friends had all met as middle schoolers but as they grew older they grew in status and power. The seven each had unique jobs, the ultimate goal was to help one another and themselves. Taehyung fit into the puzzle by creating works of fine art which would then be appraised at a high value. The appraiser would then send the painting to Kim Seokjin, the head of the most powerful housing company in South Korea, to be donated to a hospital in his name to avoid paying any taxes on his enormous annual income. The hospital recieving the donation was usually one of the mental facilities Dr. Park Jimin oversaw. The hospital care was legitimate but Jimin had found loopholes in the system to siphon money from insurance companies right into his pockets. Min Yoongi was the banker, in charge of investing in land and property to further Seokjin's empire and making sure that the money that the group made would be safe in untraceable accounts. Kim Namjoon was the leader of one of the most prominent organized crime syndicates in Seoul. He helped by taking care of any tenants who refused to pay rent when Seokjin would raise the price and acted as a loan shark for Yoongi. In turn they all conspired with Jeon Jungkook the Commissioner General of the Seoul Metropolitan Police Agency to make sure that even if there were tips called in about any of their group's dealings, no one would be put on the case.
Taehyung knew he could get away with it if he were to take you. All he had to do was make sure that he did it with surgical precision. He hoped that eventually you'd understand why he had to keep you all to himself. The arrangements he made were countless, making sure that everything would be perfect for the day he took you. He built an entire guest house to keep you in until he knew that you'd be content in his actual home. You'd have the best gilded cage possible so he went all out with furnishing it with the best furniture, clothing, and décor for you. At the same time he was also preparing all of the restraints and equipment that he might need to keep you safe from yourself, worried that you could lash out during the beginning of your captivity. He knew he had to have a strong resolve if you learned of his true intentions, no matter how much he wanted to keep you oblivious.
Once the physical preparations had been made, he began growing restless. He had planned for all of the possibilities of collateral once he slipped you out of this world and into his own. All there was left to do was wait for the right opportunity, then he would take you and make sure that no one would raise alarm at your absence.
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The day had finally come. Taehyung was walking through the hallway to his art studio, passing by you, as he had many times before. You were wheeling a freshly-purchased suitcase next to you as you approach your apartment door.
"Hey y/n! How are you?" He tilts his head to the side like a puppy when he locks eyes with you, a boxy smile gracing his lips.
"Oh, hey Taehyung! I'm great! Just getting ready to take a vacation actually!" You gush to your neighbor, excited to brag a little to the man that you'd become friendly with the past year or so. "I'm going to Europe to get away and rest, can you believe I've never taken a proper vacation?"
"I'm so happy for you! It's hard to believe! I feel like any time I see you you're carrying a metric ton of paperwork, it's good that you're taking a break," Taehyung smiles, already putting together the final steps of his plan, giddy at the thought of finally making you his.
"I think so too," a thought pops into your head, remembering a wrench that you had impulsively thrown into your life, "Actually Taehyung would there be any way you could eye on my apartment for me while I'm gone? I took in a stray a few days ago. I know it's a lot to ask but would you mind checking up on her every day? I would've tried to get a cat sitter but it's so short notice and I wouldn't want some stranger coming into my apartment. I can pay you if you want, I just want Sardine taken care of,"
You knew it wasn't Taehyung's responsibility to help you but ever since he had helped you with your groceries the first time you had met he had been so kind. It always seemed like he was there to help any time you needed to carry your hamper full of laundry up the stairs to your apartment or to catch you if you lost your footing tripping over the dilapidating hallway carpet. He was a fairly successful artist, and had seen some of his work in your office building. The pieces ranged from photography to the most beautiful oil paintings that you had ever seen. From the grapevine you garnered that he was close with the one of the heads of your law firm and it surprised you how small the world was. He seemed like such a sweet down-to-earth person you knew in your heart that you could trust him to watch over your apartment and new kitty. You never would've suspected how excited he was that you were essentially offering yourself up to him on a silver platter.
"Wow! Of course y/n, could you tell that I love cats? When do you leave?" He asks, his smile growing wider.
"In a couple days, I still need to finish packing and clean out my fridge and all that. I have all the cat food and supplies that I think you'd need, this is actually my first time taking care of a cat so I'm not sure if I'm doing everything right," You rub the back of your neck sheepishly "She likes to run around my house at full speed early in the morning, and kicks her cat litter everywhere. Any guidance would really be appreciated. Would you like to come in and meet her?" you begin to unlock your door. Taehyung takes a deep breath, gathering all of his restraint, he had to wait just a little bit longer. Your defenses were almost completely down around him but he still wanted to charm you and show you his good, caring side. He nods at you while the cat -Sardine- you had called her greeted you both at the entrance to your apartment. You walk inside, flipping your lights on and leaning down to let the cat sniff your hand and lean into it, cooing sweetly at her. Taehyung follows, taking note of everything in the room. He takes in all pictures you had on the wall of you with your family and friends, you stood out like a diamond among them, he knew that they were the most mediocre people in the world in comparison to you. He looks around your apartment, grateful for the studio space letting him glimpse into your personal space. You quickly notice that your home was a bit more unkempt than you liked it to be when you had company so you pull away from Sardine and rush over to a mess of clothes on the floor and shove them all into your hamper, apologizing for the mess.
Taehyung studied your every movement with a wistful smile before focusing back on the cat who was affectionately rubbing on his legs and ankles.
"Hello sweetie," he says, squatting down to be on the same level as the orange and white cat, reaching out to be met with immediate nuzzles from the feline. The cat reminded him of you, so quick to trust him, all he had to do was reach out.
"I found her in the parking lot a few days ago, hiding from the rain under someone's car, she was crying out. I knew I had to take her in, she's so sweet and it's just too dangerous outside, too many cruel people who would run her over without a second thought." Your words made him smile, you had the same sentiment for this cat that he does for you.
"I understand completely, the world is too hard for something so soft." You sit next to him, both of you petting Sardine, hands brushing against each other occasionally, sending shockwaves through Taehyung's fingertips straight to his heart. With you this close he gets the chance to breathe in your unique scent, it reminds him of honeysuckle and spring rain. He makes a note to check what shampoo and conditioner you use so he can provide it to you when he takes you in.
After a few more moments of affection Sardine grows restless and walks away, finding interest in a hair tie that you had abandoned on the floor. You show Taehyung to where you had put Sardine's food and water, he points out that it's too close to the litterbox and the water was starting to get bits of clay polluting it. He suggests getting a covered litterbox to help with the mess and a fountain to make sure the water stays fresh. You feel a bit embarrassed for not knowing this information before but grateful for Taehyung's gentle tone. He makes sure to tell you all of the essential oils and plants that are toxic to cats after seeing your oil diffuser next to your bed and house plants.
You're so grateful for his help, unaware that Taehyung had watched in the shadows as you lured the stray a few days earlier. He then put hours of research into proper care for cats just to be sure that he could provide for both of you when he finally brought you home. He walks past your open bathroom door, spotting your wide array of hair and body products, trying to commit them to memory as quickly as possible.
"I leave the day after tomorrow and I'll be gone for a week and a half. Is it okay if I drop off the key that morning before I leave for my flight?" You command his attention once more, the gears in his head turning as he graces you another blinding smile.
"Of course y/n, I could drive you to the airport so you don't have to pay a fortune for parking if you'd like?" His eyes crinkle at the sides. The offer only further cements your belief that he is truly a kind, selfless person.
"You would do that? The flight leaves at 6:45 so we'd have to leave really early but I'd appreciate that so much, you really are a lifesaver!" He nods enthusiastically.
"I know you'd do the same for me if I needed a hand, don't worry about how early it is, I'm usually awake early anyway" His words reassure you that you wouldn't be a burden and you smile contently.
"Thank you so much Taehyung, if there's anything I can do for you when I get back you just let me know" He took from your cues that you were ready for him to go so he started walking with you to the door
"Alrighty, sounds like a plan, I'll see you in a couple days then!" As he walks out of your house he tries his best to contain his giddy mood until he returns to his apartment. Once he enters his own domain, surrounded in various depictions of you and your angelic face he can't help but pump his fist in the air in victory.
Once his emotions come back under his control he sends a message to his group chat of six friends
Tae: [She's going to be mine the day after tomorrow, Joon could I borrow some of your men to put the plan into action?]
Joon: [Good for you, man! Of course just let me know when and where and we'll be there ]
Tae: [I will, thank you so much for your help.]
Kookie : [I'll keep things quiet if we get any call-ins when it's all going down, just let me know if she puts up a fight and it gets messy.]
Tae: [Will do.]
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You glare at your phone, eyes adjusting to the darkness in your room as you tried unsuccessfully to press snooze on your alarm. You sit up in bed, careful not to disturb the ball of fluff curled up at the end of your bed, purring softly to herself. Looking at the clock you immediately regret deciding on an early flight: 4:45.
It is too damn early for this.
You groggily turn on your bedside lamp, cursing your parents for instilling in you the need to get to the airport at least an hour before your flight 'just in case' while peeling yourself out from under your warm comforter. You knew you had to be ready to go for Taehyung, if you had been driving yourself you wouldn't have cared as much about looking presentable but he was so handsome and kind you wanted to make sure that you looked decent. You couldn't help but develop a small crush on Taehyung. His demeanor was just so charming and you had grown very fond of your little meetings in the hallway. Even though you were taking a break from relationships if he had ever asked you out you would say yes in a heartbeat.
You put on a well-fitting blouse and a flowy, medium length skirt with some chunky heels and soft cotton socks. You did your makeup to look soft and pretty, nothing too much but enough to hide the sleep from your eyes. You had already packed your suitcase but you go back over everything and double check that you're fully prepared. You find your spare key in the drawer in your kitchen where you let your odds and ends collect before placing all of your things by the door ready to go.
Taehyung had hardly slept, he was obsessing over every detail of the plan to make sure everything would go perfectly. He made sure that the cctv would be shut off from your apartment parking lot, that his home was stocked for you, and that Hoseok would forge a resignation letter for you and explain your absence past your vacation time to your colleagues. Once you understood that you were destined to be together he was sure that you'd cut ties with your family on your own.
It was 5:10 when he knocks on your door, you answer quickly and thank him as he carries your bulky suitcase, leaving you your carry-on and purse to take care of. Once you're in the car a wave of exhaustion hits you, nerves had kept you up most of the night and you still had a half hour drive to the airport.
"Taehung would it be okay if I shut my eyes for a bit?"
"Of course, get some rest. You have a busy day ahead of you."
Things were moving along perfectly, as soon as your breathing calms down he starts driving out of the city, towards his secluded townhouse surrounded by farmland. The roads were smooth enough not to wake you and as soon as he was sure you are in a deep enough sleep he stops the car and texts Namjoon's men to get into position. The next thing you know you're startled awake by strange men in face masks bursting into the car, pushing an acrid smelling cloth over your nose and mouth. You turn to Taehyung to see him in the same position with a cloth being forced onto him and that's the last thing you see before everything fades away.
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Once Taehyung was sure you were unconscious he taps the man acting like he was putting him to sleep with chloroform and removes the dry rag away from his face. Everything seemed to be going according to plan. One of Namjoons men would be staying with him to help with his plan. He has trouble keeping his eyes on the road as he drives you the rest of the way to his home. This was the first time you two had spent so much time together and he was having a hard time focusing at the prospect of every day being this amazing. He brings the car to a stop around back where the entrance to the guest house he had built. He planned to stay in a transitional living space with you to grow closer. He wanted to make sure that you trusted him implicitly before moving you into the main house and giving you free reign.
You were limp, but it was still fairly easy for him to pick you up bridal style and bring you into your new home together. He was careful not to bump you into anything and hurt you while bringing you inside.
While you were unconscious Taehyung changes you into comfortable t-shirt material pajamas. He takes his time, fingers lingering over your soft skin and breathing in the scent of your hair. He was desperately hoping that you wouldn't be too frightened. He had a plan to explain the situation in a way that you benefit him, he just hoped that you'd cooperate. He had been so careful and gentle, it was difficult holding back the side of him that only wanted to taint you, hurt you, violate your body. He steeled his composure, because wanted you to beg for his mouth, his cock, his everything. He lays you down gently in a small twin size bed. The room he had staged had two identical beds with restraints bolted into the walls, a sink and separate room with a shower and toilet. He gives Namjoons man-Ji-seok- his orders before he changes into similar pajamas so he would be in the same position you were in when you awoke. Then all there was left to do was wait, watching your chest rise and fall. He anticipates the chloroform wearing off as the rhythm of your breathing changed and your eyes squint awake. You startle awake once again for the second time today, remembering your attack earlier and quickly trying to asses the situation. Your clothes had been changed but you weren't sore in any way, You see your bed and Taehyung across from you. Your head was the main thing bothering you, the bright fluorescent lights making it worse. You take in your surroundings. The room you're in is small with a sink on the wall, with a small shelf with towels and what looks like extra sets of pajamas. There was also a small room attached with a frosted glass door with a toilet and a shower head from the wall and drain on the floor.
"Whats going on Taehyung, what happened?" You exclaim, trying to remain calm but the panic in your voice plain to hear. He looks at you with all the sorrow in the world, guilt filling him as tears start to escape the corners of his eyes.
"I'm so sorry y/n, this has nothing to do with you, you shouldn't have been caught up in this. Let me explain. I was once best friends with Kim Namjoon, we met in middle school and we were basically brothers and troublemakers in high school. Getting older I tried to channel my bad habits into my art. Namjoon, however, sunk it into a life of crime. At first I tried to talk some sense into him but he got himself into debt with loan sharks so far that his only option was illegal channels. He'd the smartest person I know and he got good at getting what he wants. He found a powerful mentor to teach him how to pull all the strings of organized crime before that mentor eventually left him in charge when he retired. This clumsy kid who taught me how to tie my shoes turned into a monster right before my eyes. I tried to cut ties with him, go no contact but any time I did he would do something to threaten my mom or little sister so I had to entertain him. If I try to go to the police about it he always has a way of finding out through his connections. He uses my art to auction off on the black market and he won't let that go for some reason. I think he just wants me around because in some twisted way I'm one of the only true friends that he's had in his life. I've never used him for anything and I don't hope to gain anything from being around him. Despite everything I still know the real Namjoon is in there somewhere, I see glimpses of it sometimes so I keep hope that someday he'll snap out of it and come to his senses. I was finally able to get my mom and sister out of the country safely about a week ago and since then I've had a bad feeling. Like he was moving everything into place because I had the audacity to go against him and take away his collateral. I think that's why we were taken, its not your fault and I shouldn't have let it happen I should've been more careful. They probably assumed you were someone important to me and wanted to strike quickly since he has nothing left to hold over me. This is all my fault," He explains, giving you plenty of time once he's finished to process everything he's said. He looks like a wreck, face splotchy, eyes puffy, and nose red from crying during his story. "I'm sorry for crying I'm just so frustrated, I wanted to make something for myself as an artist and instead I'm just used as a pawn in a network of crime, I hate it."
You feel a pang in your heart when you hear him spill his guts to you, someone he's not even close to, because all the others close to him had been sent away.
"I know that this wasn't your intention Tae, you were just trying to help and its not your fault that this happened to us," you move over to sit on his bed and place a comforting hand on his back, rubbing back and fourth, shushing his cries as he crumples into your chest, sobs wracking his body. You feel horrible and scared but you can't imagine how terrible he's felt feeling dealing with all of this by himself. You let yourself break down a bit with him as well, letting how scared you were feeling out a bit as he held you tightly by your middle, feeling your chest get wet with his tears as you lean down and rest your head on top of his, making his hair a bit damp with your tears.
"I know it's scary and we don't know each other well but I'm happy that we have each other Tae. I couldn't go through this by myself and it sounds like you've been going through way too much by yourself," you say quietly after you calm down, playing with his hair a little bit to help him settle enough to talk. You feel his chuckle gently against your skin, "You know you really know how to find the bright side don't you," he says, being interrupted a bit by sob aftershocks and hiccups, "do we have anything that I can blow my nose on? I feel gross."
You look around, finding the closest thing to a handkerchief you can, peeling the pillowcase off of his pillow and handing it to him. He grunts appreciably before pulling away from you and wipes the tears from his eyes before blowing his nose, turning away so you can't see how rough he was looking until cleans up a little. You pull away from him a bit, becoming painfully aware of how inconsiderate of his space you just had been and scooting back to give him room, face and ears flushing red. He notices your withdrawal and throws the pillowcase to the floor, touching your knee.
"Thank you so much y/n, I know I'm the reason you're here but I don't think that I can keep dealing with this alone and I really appreciate you." He gazes earnestly into you, both of you are splotchy eyed now and you feel such a fondness for this gentle artist caught up in such a mess. Your head suddenly starts to feel like its splitting open, most likely as an aftereffects of the chloroform and crying. Your eyes squint shut and you pull into yourself in pain, sheltering yourself from the bright fluorescents.
"You're very welcome Taehyung and I would love to brainstorm ideas to get us out of here but I just got the mother of all migraines so I don't think ill be very useful. I'll probably have to take a nap or something to feel better before I can help in any way," you say, trying not to move your head around too much, finding a light switch on the wall and dimming the lights to a soft glow.
"I have a migrane too, lets just get rest, then brainstorm later," Taehyung smiles, gently pulling off his shirt and moves to try to get comfortable on his bed, clearly getting disappointed when you start to get up to move over onto your own. You hesitate seeing his reaction, holding back and looking at him.
"Would you want me to stay over here for you?" You ask as gently as possible, trying to sound cool, calm, and collected, as much as the situation you were in was shitty you still had a crush on Taehyung and would not hesitate to stay in bed with him.
"Oh uh, I'm sorry I don't want to make you uncomfortable but I usually can only fall asleep if I'm holding my body pillow, I just have nightmares without it and I wouldn't want to wake you up with them." He explains sheepishly, looking down as his face turns pink with blush. You match his blush but you're hoping the dim lights hide it as you grab the pillow from the other bed and move to lay down next to him.
"No worries, I actually have a similar problem, I sleep like a mountain climber so it helps to have something to cuddle as well. You are welcome to hold me as much as you like," you hope you don't sound like and creep as you cuddle into him, moving so your head is under his chin and effectively tangling the two of you together. He welcomes you with open arms and pulls you into him, squeezing you gently and adjusting his own positioning a bit before settling down and nuzzling into your hair a little.
"Thank you for being so understanding y/n," he whispers to you, his voice sending shivers through you as his breath hits your ear, his chest rumbling against your own at the close proximity. You push down all of your giddy feelings as another splitting shoot of pain goes through the back of your head, forcing you to squeeze your eyes shut.
"You're welcome again Tae, I hope you feel better tomorrow," you whisper back, wondering mindlessly if you sent the same shivers through him as you let sleep start to take you.
Your consciousness slips away and Taehyung has never been so happy in his life. His heart is bursting, overjoyed that his plan is working and you believed everything he said. Of course you would've, you are the kindest most perfect person in the world. He mentally curses himself for doubting you for even a second. Holding you tight was something he could definitely get used to, he almost wished he could hold you tight enough that you'd merge into one and then never be able to be apart. It was almost too good how things are going, you are behaving so well, responding perfectly to him and it was only a matter of time before he made his way into your heart. He knew that he definitely had his foot in the door but he was worried that he'd mess it up and you'd figure out everything. You would still be his but he couldn't stand the thought of being a source of pain to you. The feeling of your hands on him would never get old, he just wanted to touch you and be touched by you at all times and your current position was perfect for that. You were essentially tangled together and he had all the access he needed to test out your reaction to his touch. You had shivered when he spoke in your ear so he knew that those were sensitive, he wanted more. He wanted everything you could give him so he couldn't stop himself when he gave you a light squeeze on the arm to see if you'd wake up, it had been many hours since you had fallen asleep. When you don't react he decides to go a bit further, whispering filthy nothings into your ear, feeling the goosebumps run down the back of your arm. Such a sensitive little thing, so desperate for my touch and you don't even know it yet. You're body knows who you belong to though. He moves his free hand so slowly to one of your nipples, feeling how hard it is through your buttons down pajama shirt. What a slut you are, nipples already hard and all I'm doing is telling you who you belong to. You're mine and I'm going to make sure that you're begging for my cock soon with your words and not your body. But I'll listen to both just fine my love. He undoes one button of your shirt letting his hands touch your hard nipple rubbing the erect nub in a gentle circle, imagining doing the same thing to your clit. He'd tease you so slowly, letting your virgin pussy get wetter and wetter before letting you come and finally fill up your aching cunt with his cum. He'll make sure to drive you crazy so you become addicted to him just as badly as he was with you.
You're gonna want my cock inside you so badly baby, once I breed your little pussy I'll make sure to keep you stuffed full of cum as you get round and your tits get fat with milk. Then I'll just keep pumping you full of my babies. You won't have to do anything but be a good mommy so I can keep you nice and plugged up. He pulls his hand away, watching to make sure that your light snoring hadn't changed before slipping his hands into your waistband, dipping his slender middle finger into your soaked pussy pumping a couple times just to see your reaction. You moan softly and grind your clit against his palm, still keeping your eyes shut and the same shallow breaths while gently bucking against his hand. He couldn't believe his luck, you were so sensitive just from a little teasing and dirty talk in your sleep, he couldn't imagine what you'd be like fully conscious but he was excited to find out soon. Mmm baby this pussy has just been waiting for me hasn't it? You little whore, taking me so easily, so eager to be violated, I bet you went to bed wet thinking about how bad you want to grind against my thigh baby. Don't you worry pretty thing, I'm gonna take care of you. He continues steadily pumping his middle finger, using his thumb to gently circle your clit, not getting faster but hitting that sweet spot over and over until you're gushing against his fingers. He quickly withdraws his fingers, pops them in his mouth and wipes them off on his side, closing his eyes and steadying his breathing before you can wake up fully from the sensation.
You feel warm and tingly at the same time, you're dreaming of Taehyung, your mind deciding to make a highlight reel of every time he did something cute or was looking especially hot as you passed him in the hallways. You conjure up his voice speaking sweet nothings to you while taking you gently, kissing your neck and making sure you feel good. Of course you had never had sex but your mind was doing a good job attributing the feeling you've had making yourself orgasm to Taehyung. Your mind starts to slowly find itself and come into focus as you notice that your panties were noticeably wet in real life and you had had a wet dream and were semi grinding against an asleep Taehyung. Your lower half was drenched and his pajama pants weren't too much better. You blink the sleep out of your eyes and take a second to realize that this is in fact real and when that happens your blood runs cold with how mortified and embarrassed you are. You just had a wet dream on your cute artsy neighbor while literally in a kidnapping situation. You curse yourself for your bad timing and try to think of a plan or an excuse to tell Taehyung but you aren't afforded the opportunity to when he himself starts stirring- probably due to how uncomfortable being damp was. You look into his sleepy eyes and feel tears prick at the corners of yours as you flush red with embarrassment, starting to babble about what happened and how sorry you were, sobbing into his neck. You're sure that you've ruined any chance that you had with him but he sees how guilty you feel and he doesn't even push you away. He takes the news surprisingly well, explaining that he's had to deal with wet dreams himself before and they're perfectly natural.
"You're seriously okay, I don't think you did anything wrong. At least you didn't get your cute neighbor kidnapped like I did, when you do something as terrible as that we can call it even, okay?" he says making you blush even harder when he calls you cute.
"Okay," you hiccup out, leaning back to give him a small smile before a wave of embarrassment hits again and you can't look at him. He continues shushing your sobbing for a few minutes while holding you tight and smoothing you hair in a rhythmic pattern, helping you get yourself together to actually take care of the problem. He helps as much as he can, letting you shower and change first and moving the pillows over to the other bed so you can get comfy while he goes and showers and changes. It takes him about ten minutes but soon he's back in bed with you. Double checking that you're okay with sleeping together, being surprisingly gentle for a guy when he gets situated with you again, letting you take one of the pillows to cuddle in between your legs and just having you be his little spoon, squeezing you into him with one arm and letting you use his other arm and bicep as a pillow. You don't know if he's just being nice because he's half asleep but you're very grateful that even if you're trapped you're trapped with someone so compassionate.
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