warnings: omegaverse, yandere behavior, toxic/abusive relationship dynamics, obsessive possessiveness, coercion, manipulation, stalking, intimidation, psychological abuse, emotional abuse, isolation from support systems, controlling behavior, abuse of authority/power imbalance, forced proximity, captivity/imprisonment themes, scenting/marking (omegaverse), alpha/omega dynamics, dominance and submission, heat/rut, dubious consent, non-consensual sexual content, forced kissing, physical restraint, breeding kink, mating bites, knotting, pregnancy, possessive pregnancy, body marking (bruises, hickeys, bite marks), choking/neck grabbing, rough sex, humiliation/degradation, objectification, fear, violence, blood/injuries, threats, reproductive coercion, loss of autonomy and explicit sexual content. (Includes warnings for the full-length NSFW version)
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- alpha jungkook who had spent his entire life being told that one day the pack would be his, who grew up with every elder and beta lowering their eyes before him and every omega treating him with careful reverence because everyone knew the future alpha was not someone to offend
- alpha jungkook who stands beside his father as your pack officially merges with theirs, barely paying attention to the formal speeches until he catches the sweetest omega scent threading through the crowd, his head turning before he even realizes he’s searching for its owner
- alpha jungkook who finds you tucked quietly behind your pack elders, hands folded in front of you, avoiding everyone’s gaze as though shrinking into yourself might make the dozens of unfamiliar wolves disappear
- alpha jungkook who cannot hear another word his father says after that because all he can think is mine
- alpha jungkook who has never believed in destiny, dismissing the old stories about wolves recognizing one another at first sight as little more than comforting myths told around winter fires, only to spend the entire ceremony unable to drag his eyes away from the shy omega who refuses to look back at him
- alpha jungkook who learns your name before sunset and your mating status before the following morning through elders and packmates who never question why their future alpha suddenly seems so interested in one newly arrived omega
- alpha jungkook who as the Alpha’s son and heir to the pack treats the newly merged pack members like intruders to be culled yet directs his singular predatory focus entirely on you by pinning you under his stare while you struggle to remain upright under the weight of his alpha dominance
- alpha jungkook who doesn’t care about the customs of your old pack, finds you in the communal dining hall, walking straight past his own lieutenants to kick the chair next to you and forcing you to sit still as he leans in far too close, his hand resting on the back of your neck as he enquires about how you’re “settling in”
- alpha jungkook who interrupts your chores, finds you in the woods gathering supplies and shadows your every step with his sheer physical presence stifling the air around you until you’re trembling
- alpha jungkook who publicly corrects your posture during pack gatherings with his large calloused hands gripping your waist to adjust you and his touch burning through your clothes as he murmurs “you need to learn how to present yourself if you want to stay in my pack” while the rest of the pack watches in fearful silence
- alpha jungkook who displays a terrifyingly calm precision when he’s angry unlike the other hot-headed pack members, stares you down with those wide intense eyes, tapping his fingers against his thigh in an impatient beat until you are so unnerved by the silence that you end up apologizing for things you didn’t even do just to get him to stop looking at you
- alpha jungkook who uses his natural restless energy to keep you constantly off balance by appearing suddenly in your peripheral vision or blocking your path in narrow corridors, his chest broad and imposing, forcing you to look up at his set jaw and eyes that hold a predatory glint as he waits for you to step aside or drop your gaze in submission
- alpha jungkook who finds your naturally flowery scent offensive to his senses and will corner you against the pack house walls with his calloused thumb pressing firmly into your scent gland until you whimper, effectively layering his own scent of rain, pine and metallic iron over you until you feel like you are suffocating in his presence
- alpha jungkook who notices you glancing at other omegas in the pack and proceeds to isolate you, manufacturing tasks that keep you occupied in the high security training zones where only he and his closest lieutenants have access, effectively cutting off your social tether to anyone but him
- alpha jungkook who makes a habit of "inspecting" your living quarters citing the need to ensure the safety of the new members only to spend the time inhaling your scent from your pillows and leaving his own heavy aggressive musk layered over your bedding until you feel like you can’t breathe without tasting him
- alpha jungkook who catches you trying to sneak away during the night, cornering you against a stone wall in the dark with his body slamming into yours and his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of your neck as he growls that you are never going anywhere without his explicit permission
- alpha jungkook who takes you to the highest ridge of the pack territory, showing you the expanse of his future domain with his arm a band of iron around your waist and telling you that everything you see here belongs to him now
- alpha jungkook who is hyper aware of the pack’s hierarchy and uses it to isolate you, intentionally assigning you to "special duties" that require you to stay in his quarters and ensuring that when other members of your former pack come looking for you he can turn them away with a single thunderous growl and a display of teeth that leaves no room for argument
- alpha jungkook who loves to play with the strings of your emotions, acting perfectly charming and helpful in front of his father the Pack Alpha only to turn freezing cold and demanding the moment the door to his room clicks shut which serves as a terrifying reminder that there is nowhere in this territory where you can find someone who will truly stand up to him for your sake
- alpha jungkook who brings you gifts in the form of fresh kills, rare pelts, polished stones and expects you to be grateful with his smile never quite reaching his eyes if you try to refuse and his voice dropping as he asks if you really want to insult the future pack leader
- alpha jungkook who notices you hiding a tremor when he enters a room so he purposefully drops his voice into that deep gravelly register that vibrates in your chest and steps into your personal space until you’re pressed against a wall with his nose nuzzling into the scent gland at your neck to inhale deeply
- alpha jungkook who displays an obsessive streak regarding your health with him obsessively checking your pulse or forcing you to eat until you are nauseous, his eyes scanning your body with a possessive hunger that makes you feel like an object under a microscope
- alpha jungkook who when he is in a foul mood will spar with other pack members until they are broken and bloody and then immediately find you and forcing you to clean his wounds or help him out of his gear as his eyes track your every hesitant movement with a dark intensity that demands you acknowledge the violence he is capable of unleashing
- alpha jungkook who whenever he sees you struggling to carry heavy supplies from the new pack stores knocks the items from your hands with a casual kick with his eyes turning hard as he tells you that he’d much rather see you tired from being under him than tired from manual labor that is beneath a mate of the future leader
- alpha jungkook who in a moment of twisted intimacy sits you in front of a mirror in his private chambers and forces you to watch his reflection behind yours as his hands move over your skin with as he whispers “look at yourself, look at how you tremble for me” making you witness your own loss of autonomy until you are weeping because you’re overwhelmed by the reality that there is no part of your life he doesn't own
- alpha jungkook who during the cold winters forces you to share his fur lined sleeping pelt with his large body acting as a living furnace that traps you completely as he presses you into the mattress with his heavy thigh thrown over your hips to keep you anchored and his palm splayed over your stomach to "keep the warmth in” and his eyes tracking your every shallow breath in the dark
- alpha jungkook who senses the subtle shift in your scent that heralds your heat and immediately stops his training, his eyes darkening to obsidian as he abandons the pack yard and locks the heavy timber door to his quarters from the inside the moment you stumble through with his movements fluid and predatory as he stalks toward you, trapping you against the heavy wood
- alpha jungkook who ignores your breathless protests that you aren't ready as his large calloused hands grip your wrists to pin them above your head with his voice dropping into a guttural alpha rumble that forces a submissive whine from your throat making his teeth scrape against the sensitive skin of your neck as he growls “you’ve been playing coy for weeks little one but your body is screaming for me and I’m done waiting”
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- alpha jungkook who when he finally knots you at the end of his brutal heat gives you a mating bite so cruel, it bruises the skin of your neck for weeks and makes other omegas stop and stare as your new mate finally lets you out of his room
- alpha jungkook who discards all pretense and simply keeps you in his quarters ensuring your days are marked by the heavy suffocating scent of his devotion and your nights consumed by his need to mark you repeatedly until you can’t remember a time before his hands were on you
- alpha jungkook who when you realize you’re pregnant with his heir becomes a fortress refusing to let you leave his side with his protective instinct twisting into a claustrophobic need to keep you hidden away from the world entirely and cradling your belly as if it were a fragile precious treasure that belongs solely to his lineage
- alpha jungkook who becomes increasingly needy as your pregnancy progresses and develops a compulsive wish to be by your side at any time that he can, making you wonder at the stark contrast of the strict alpha who rules the pack and the needy mate who walks behind you with his arms wrapped around your frame even as you swat at him to move away so that you can complete your chores
- alpha jungkook who stands at the head of the pack meeting with his hand resting possessively on your shoulder and his thumb digging into your collarbone as he announces to everyone that you are carrying the next generation with his eyes daring anyone to even look at you with anything other than total cowering reverence
- alpha jungkook who in the quiet of his room becomes the only world you know as he whispers into your hair and he holds you against his chest “you were so shy when you arrived my little omega but look at you now, you’re completely mine inside and out and you’re never going to be anything else as long as I breathe”
TEASER FOR THE FULL LENGTH VERS.-
- alpha jungkook who while buried deep inside you during the height of your slickest most frantic release pauses his rhythm just long enough to sneer at the puddle soaking the sheets beneath you with his voice dripping with cruel amusement as he murmurs “look at you losing all control. you’re leaking like a faucet, so pathetic and desperate that you can’t even hold your own water. does it feel like you’re pissing yourself on my cock pup? do it, leak all over your alpha’s knot”
Something just like this Pt. 3 (End) - Jungkook x F. Reader
Summary: In the middle of adjusting your life to being a divorcee with a daughter, you are invited to your middle school reunion. There, you meet your ex-boyfriend, Jungkook, who also has his own struggle. Feeling nostalgic, both of you are involved in a journey of walking down memory lane. Between puppy love and friendship, will romance bloom for a second time?
Word count: 9k
Warnings: just a touch of angsty feeling but nothing dramatic :)
Smut Warnings: kissing, makeout, fingering, unprotected sex (lets be wiser and use protection guys), missionary, cowgirl, he comes in her throat, cum swallowing, tell me if im missing something :(
Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut in this chapter
Read part 1 here, part 2 here
Author's Note: I don't know where to begin but to say sorry because it took me a whole 9 months to write this last chapter. Honestly the first half was done right away 9 months ago, but somehow lost my inspiration as I was trying to write the second half. But it's weird how one day I felt so inspired and missing writing this back, and then the rest just written in a few days. But I feel relieved that I could finally finish this. Hopefully you would enjoy it. Thank you!
Again, thank you so so much to @euphorajeon who beta-ed this chapter too, would have been a big mess without you missy :*
On Friday morning you received a message from Seonho saying he needs to come to the office half day on Saturday, so he can only pick up Miyeon after 3PM. Even though Jungkook promised to pick you up at 6.30 in the evening, you just thought it’s easier if you bought the groceries needed to make jjajangmyeon–the dish you finally decided to make–later today after work in order not to rush yourself tomorrow.
By 5.30 PM you’ve reached the grocery store not far from your office. You do need to take the subway back home later, but the quality of meat and vegetables in that store is way better than the ones near your home.
You are in the middle of picking up a bag of cucumber when someone taps on your shoulder lightly.
“Y/N?”
“Oh? Taehyung??”
“In the flesh,” he gives you a salute gesture that makes you chuckle.
“Nice to see you here, grocery shopping?”
“Great to see you too. Yep, just picking up some ingredients for jjajangmyeon,” you peer over his shopping cart and see many bottles of isotonic and mineral water, “great effort to maintain hydration there.”
He laughs and shows his cart proudly, “it’s for the guys, we’re playing soccer against the Engineering Department tonight, please send your prayer for us, we need all the support there is.”
“Ooff, Engineering Department guys sound legit.”
“They are, hopefully our Jungkookie can save the day, he’s the best striker we have had since forever.”
“Oh, Jungkook’s playing?”
“Yeah, speaking of Jungkook though, did he… uh,” Taehyung scratches the back of his head,, “did he say anything to you?”
You’re a little bit confused, because Jungkook did say a lot of things within the span of time after you met Taehyung.
“I’m sorry… about what?”
Taehyung can guess that Jungkook must have not said anything to you from your puzzled expression. He also hasn’t had the time to ask Jungkook directly, and was planning to follow up to his junior after the soccer game later tonight.
“Uh, well,” Taehyung decides to just take his shot, “I asked Jungkook for your number, but he said he wanted to ask you first, which I understood, because I wouldn’t want my friends to give around my number just to anyone.”
“Oh…”
“Yeah, so…”
“Must have slipped his mind or something, uhm, let me put it in your phone?” you offer, because there’s no reason you can find to turn down Taehyung’s advances. It’s not like you have to consider someone else’s feelings… or should you? Because you don’t think Jungkook is the type of person who easily forgets this kind of thing.
Is it your wishful thinking though?
“Thanks!” Taehyung says when you return his phone back, “maybe I can take you out to one of the places I told you some time?”
You just nod tentatively, “aren’t those kid friendly places?”
“Yeah, I mean I don’t mind taking you and your daughter out if it’s too troublesome for you to find someone to look after her. We can make it a family-friendly date,” he answers with a boyish grin, which somehow does not make his face less handsome.
This is something you should be excited about. An attractive man offering to take you out on a date and clearly very considerate because he even let your kid tag along if you couldn’t find a sitter.
But all you can think about as you nod politely again is whether there is a possibility that Jungkook is gatekeeping you on purpose.
“So… I’ll see you around, Y/N?”
“Yeah, see you,” and as Taehyung turns his way, you call out to him again, “hey Tae, good luck on the game and… tell Jungkook I said hi?”
Somehow there’s a difference in the way Taehyung smiles at you. As if he’s acknowledging something while giving you a salute before walking in the opposite direction.
But the worry doesn’t stay too long on your mind. You need to finish up shopping because on weekdays you always try to get home as soon as you can, considering Miyeon is waiting for you at home.
Just as you found a seat inside the subway, a new message pops up on your phone screen.
[Jungkook]: checking whether you still have my number saved, because Tae just told me you said hi
[Jungkook]: hi to you too
[Jungkook]: (pic)
A smile blooms on your face, because not only is he cute, but why does he need to send a picture of himself visibly sweating, probably after a round of soccer.
[You]: well I accidentally bumped into him at the supermarket and he said you guys are playing soccer tonight, I just did what’s customary ;p
[You]: So did you guys defend yourself against the engineering guys?
[Jungkook]: barely. Will you still be cooking with me if we lose?
[You]: of course, consider it as a consolidation meal
[Jungkook]: lets see if I can turn it into victory meal on second round
[You]: I’ll add a dessert if you win
[Jungkook]: that’s enough motivation for me
You smile again, silently wishing for his good luck. For a second you think of asking him about what Taehyung had said earlier. But maybe it would be better to ask directly tomorrow. Probably then you can see his real reaction, whether he’s truly forgotten or… is there another reason? A reason that makes your heart race just by the thought of it.
But by Saturday afternoon, you are humbled by the fact that some plans are not meant to be realized. That life always throws a curveball whenever you think things are going smoothly–or maybe in your case when you’ve been very excited and look forward to it.
You’ve already had a hunch when Seonho didn’t contact you at all until almost 3 PM. He always texts you whenever he’s on his way to pick up Miyeon. And somehow today, you kind of expected him to be late.
What you didn’t expect though is for him to totally bail. At 4 PM he finally calls you, saying he still can’t leave work and probably can’t take Miyeon this weekend. Of course it’s not the first time. In the span of one year since the divorce, obviously there were times when you and Seonho could not keep up with your arranged schedule. So this should not be something that you can’t handle.
But apparently there is something different this time that makes you bothered beyond belief, yet at the same time, being bothered makes you feel very guilty. Because to think about being annoyed that your ex husband can’t take your daughter with him so that you can go to your ex boyfriend’s apartment sounds very wrong within your moral compass. You shouldn’t feel that way, it’s like betraying the very essence of motherhood. Nothing should be more important than the well-being of your child.
However, you’re merely a human being with emotions. Sometimes we can’t regulate what we actually feel with what we should be feeling. This makes–not only your heart–your head ache.
[You]: I’m so sorry, I think we need a raincheck for tonight. Seonho couldn’t come, so I can’t leave Miyeon alone
[Jungkook]: It’s ok. Your daughter is more important.
On the other side of the city, Jungkook types his reply earnestly. Because he can understand. But understanding doesn’t mean he’s not disappointed. Not with you, and especially not with your daughter, only with the fact that the plan he was looking forward to tonight could not be realized. He looks around his apartment and sighs, feeling more saddened because he just spent half a day cleaning and re-arranging the place. Not that it was a total wreckage in the first place, he always keeps his place tidy, but he did spend a dedicated time this afternoon to make sure everything is ‘in place’. No dirty clothes lying around, no game controller left abandoned on the sofa, mopping the floor twice to ensure no dirt and dust are left behind, and honestly, last night he even stopped by the store to buy a new slipper for you.
Not that he counts the effort. Again, not at all. But the amount of disappointment he’s feeling right now makes him realize how much he really wants it.
He opens his text message to you once again, thumb hovering on screen, debating whether he wants to send another text to you. Even though he’s unsure what to say. All that he knows is just that he was prepared to be with you tonight. To enjoy your presence and company.
[Jungkook]: hey… was just wondering if it’s ok if maybe I go there instead? You’ve bought the groceries anyway, let’s make good use out of it.
[Jungkook]: only if you’re comfortable
You didn’t think he’d ask that.
You didn’t think he would actually try to spend time with you even though the circumstances had changed. But it was surely a pleasant surprise when you received his texts.
So when by 9PM you received another one informing he’s outside, you instantly get up from the couch and make your way to the front door.
“Hey.”
“Hey,” he scratches the back of his head and shyly smiles, “didn’t want to ring the doorbell, afraid it will wake somebody up.”
At first you were afraid he would perceive you differently when you said that you would love him to come but only after everyone’s asleep, but he assured you he understands. It’s not because you didn’t want him to meet Miyeon, but selfishly, you wanted this for yourself. This part of your life, this moment, with the man who looks too handsome for his own good at 9PM standing in your doorway with mussed hair and gentle smile. You want to preserve this moment for the single woman part of you, not the responsible daughter or mother.
“Thank you for considering. Everyone’s asleep, I told my mom though that you’re coming, come on.”
Stepping aside, you give him a moment to take his shoes off and shrug his denim jacket aside. With a boyish grin, he presents you a plastic bag containing a box of fried chicken and two bottles of soju, as promised.
The next twenty minutes you spend in your kitchen, cooking the jajangmyeon while trying to maintain the laughs and giggles in minimum volume so as to not awaken your mother and Miyeon. You knew Jungkook likes to cook by himself, he told you several times, but what you didn’t know was how serious he is with it.
The sound of knives against the cutting board and the scent of frying Chunjang (black bean paste) fill your kitchen. While you are focused on dicing some vegetables, Jungkook is busy stirring the sauce in front of the stove.
You glance at him and can’t help but smile seeing his eyebrows knit together in the middle while he’s all focused.
“How’s the sauce coming along, Kook?”
Jungkook looks up from the pan, eyes softening as they meet yours. His smile is comfortable, reassuring, “it’s perfect, come look.”
You lean in towards the stove, shoulder brushing with his firm one. The warmth from the stove and the warmth from him are suddenly one and the same.
“Wow, you’re really good at this, unless it’s packaged sauce, mine always looks like mud or asphalt.”
Jungkook lets out a low chuckle, his voice then sounds more encouraging when he explains, “it’s all in this first step. You have to roast the Chunjang in oil first to remove the raw and salty edge. It adds to the depth of the taste.”
Your breath hitches when he looks at you directly, “most instant recipes skip this, but if you wanted to make it properly, you can’t. That’s the difference between eating for survival and eating for pleasure. And honestly, I prefer pleasure.”
Why on earth he needs to add a wink after that last sentence is beyond you.
As if that act alone didn’t make your heart flutter, he then takes the wooden spoon from the simmering pot, dipping the tip of his index finger into the rich, dark Jajang sauce. The next moment feels like a slow-mo movie scene as he brings his finger to his mouth, tasting it with a focused intensity that makes your stomach clench involuntarily. You can tell he’s mouthing the word ‘perfect’ even though no sound is coming out from his lips.
Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, he dips his finger again, coating the pad with the thick, savoury sauce. His focus turns to you, gaze lifting to meet yours in a quiet challenge. He doesn’t need to say a word to explain his next action as he moves his hand, the sauce-tipped finger closer to your lips. The air is charged, tension thickens with every thrum of your heartbeat when you tilt your head just a little bit, lips parting slightly to meet his finger halfway, eyes never leaving each other as you gently draw the sauce into your mouth with a soft, sensual press. His thumb grazes your chin lightly, as you taste the flavourful sauce, fingers ghosting over your jaw.
“How is it?”
God, he really doesn’t need to whisper like that.
Your effort not to stutter fails miserably when you answer him, “g-good, delicious.”
“Yeah? Good enough for you?”
More than enough, you think. But the words don’t come out of your mouth. Instead, your eyes stray from his eyes to his lips, subtly glistening under the warm light of your kitchen. And the same thing happens to him, as you see his eyes drop to your lips. For a moment you feel like you just put on your noise cancelling headphones as everything goes silent. Your heartbeat thrums loudly, your palms sweaty as the distance grows closer and closer.
Unfortunately, things really don’t want to go your way that day. Because just when you’re about to close your eyes, Jungkook’s lips inches away from yours, your timer goes off, signalling the chicken reheating inside your oven should be done.
Both of you jolt back in reflex, eyes darting everywhere as you regulate the increased beating of your heart.
“Th-the chicken,” you murmur and Jungkook clears his throat, nodding a few times before searching for some gloves to take it out from the oven.
You move swiftly to turn off the stove, stirring the Jajang sauce one last time before preparing the noodles on a plate, “I think everything’s set?” trying your best to keep your voice steady even though you can still feel the heat of the previous moment in your cheeks and stomach.
“Yeah,” Jungkook replies, moving the chicken from the pan to a serving dish you’ve prepared earlier, “where do you want to eat?”
Contemplating your choices, you scan the dining table quickly before eyeing the coffee table in the living room. The dining table should be more practical, but the coziness of sitting on the rug, backs against the couch while the television is playing something as a background noise seems much more inviting, especially to soothe whatever tension between you and Jungkook before.
“How about the living room? Is it okay for you?”
“Wherever you’re comfortable with, Y/N.”
So you nod once again and start making your way to the living room, two bowls of Jajangmyeon in your hands while Jungkook carries the chicken and beers. You go back to the kitchen to take out some fresh kimchi and utensils, all the while Jungkook is arranging the food and drinks on the table.
You spend the next 30 minutes lost in conversations and food. Bodies relaxing against the couch, bowls in one hand while the other holding onto chopsticks, picking out some banchans or chickens in between taking the noodles and slurping it into your mouth. Jungkook wasn’t kidding when he said that roasting the beans adds more depth into the sauce because holy hell, the taste is incredible.
“This is hands down one of the best Jajangmyeon I had in a while.”
“Yeah? You like it?” Jungkook asks while sipping his beer, clearly amused by your satisfied face.
“So much, I can eat this a whole week.”
“That’s gotta be excessive.”
“Says mister I can eat daechang everyday.”
Jungkook laughs, and his laugh is always infectious to you. Your body shakes with muffled laughter, still remembering how your mother and Miyeon are fast asleep upstairs. In the middle of it all, you catch Jungkook’s gaze upon you. You try to hold your eyes on him too, but alas, you’re not as strong as you think you are, because it doesn’t take a minute for you to look away with cheeks as warm as the bowl of freshly cooked jajangmyeon.
“What?” you finally ask when you find out he is still eyeing you in between sipping his beer.
“Just appreciating this.”
“What’s there to appreciate that original plan is completely u-turned?”
“I think it’s a blessing in disguise.”
You decide to take a gulp from your own beer can, oblivious to what should be a correct response to his remark.
The TV is turned on and currently playing a random episode of How I Met Your Mother. A series you both decided to ‘watch’ when you started eating the food. But honestly, you haven’t paid attention to it the whole time. Not when the conversation flew easily, from the soccer match to random recipe hacks.
And now, even the brush of his knees against yours on the rug feels amplified.
“Thanks for letting me come by, and messing your kitchen up,” Jungkook adds, setting down his beer can on the table, his right arm resting upon the couch, fingers barely touching your elbow.
You shake your head, “thanks to you I get to eat a delicious meal, and free beers and chickens.”
“Anytime, Y/N.”
You put your beer can on the table too, next to his, before resting your head on the couch. He finally finds a place for his fingers to brush over your hair.
“I like this,” his voice softened, eyes boring into yours.
“The food or…”
He chuckles, moving closer, “the food only complimenting it.”
“Me too then…” everything feels too good for you, full belly, warmth tingling sensation in your heart, every stroke of his hands, you absentmindedly move your head even closer to his palm.
And Jungkook feels it. He can see the longing in your eyes. It matches his.
“You know… Taehyung asked about you.”
Oh, he finally told you about it. But why at this moment?
“Hmm?”
You can see his hesitation for a second, but Jungkook is determined to clear it out with you first before anything.
“He asked for your number. He’s interested in you.”
You then hold your head up from the couch, “uhm… yeah, he mentioned it when I ran into him at the supermarket.”
“Yeah… so… that’s that…”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I’m telling you now, aren’t I?” he tries to counter.
“I mean, why not before?”
“Did you give him your number?”
“What would you prefer me to do, Kook?”
You can tell he is battling himself by the way he holds his word, teeth biting into his lower lip, eyebrows knitted in the middle of his forehead.
“I did give him my number,” you sigh, “I mean, I did it because he asked me whether you had mentioned it to me, which you didn’t, so I… just thought…”
Jungkook cups your chin in his hand, thumb gently brushing your cheek, “did he call you yet?”
“No.”
“Would you want him to?”
You close your eyes momentarily as your lips release another sigh from his gentle stroke, “I asked you that question first.”
“I…” another soft stroke and his thumb slowly descend to your lower lips, “can I kiss you?”
Opening your eyes, you nod your head before his lips finally claim yours. It’s tentative, exploring, but definitely different from your first kiss with him 15 years ago.
He was your first kiss, but to think of it again, maybe it was just a peck. A brush of lips meeting lips in a few seconds until you both pulled away out of timidness and shyness. But now, it feels totally different. His lips slotting against yours deeper, his moves are more precise and experienced, making your whole body weak.
It feels like a dam finally breaks with the way his hand moves to your nape, pulling you even closer if it’s possible as one of your legs already moved by itself over his thigh. Your heartbeat thrums loudly making your palms sweaty but dear God you wish the time stands still. If there are moments you want to freeze in time and memory, this certainly is one of them.
For a few seconds all you can hear is just wet sounds of your lips locking, a few whimpers from you and breathy exhales from him. You can feel his hesitance as his hands travel around your body, never really putting it on places you wish he would.
So, you do the most logical thing, take his free hand–not the one which is currently holding the back of your head, moving you gently the way he wants to devour your lips–and put it somewhere that matters.
“Fuck,” he mutters as your hand guide his to your ass.
Soon you realize that your decision wasn’t a good one. Because the moment his hand squeezes your ass, pulling your body even closer to his, you let out a loud moan which makes you realize that you are still in your living room downstairs while your daughter and mother are currently asleep upstairs.
Suddenly you’re hyper aware of every little sound in your house, worrying that someone might have woken up. You try to resist his kisses, try to put your hands on his hard chest while he’s still lost in you, licking your lips asking for entrance.
And you’re just a weak woman for Jungkook. Because you obey, separating your lips to let his tongue wander further. Whimpers of hesitation turn into desperation when you feel his bulge brushes deliciously against your aching core. He grunts, pulling you even closer as his lips travel to your jaw, making you circle your arms around his neck, fingers threading on his soft hair.
Just as you let out another soft moan–courtesy of Jungkook kissing the right spot under your ear–you hear the sound of a door opening, and a sleepy voice.
“Eomma? Where are you?”
You stand up hastily, peeling yourself away from Jungkook’s warmth. Jungkook instinctively steadying your hips as you’re about to fall from your panicked moves.
“J-just leave everything, I will clean it up later,” you say without even looking back at him, heart stammering inside your chest.
Jungkook can see the guilt behind your eyes as you hurriedly make your way upstairs. He rubs his face as he sighs softly. Not because he’s disappointed, but he’s genuinely concerned whether you regret what just happened. He clearly doesn’t. But he can see you look upset.
Glancing at the clock on the wall, Jungkook decides it’s too late to extend his welcome, so he cleans everything up and leaves your house quietly.
[Jungkook]: Hey, just wanted to let you know that I’m glad we kissed. I hope you feel the same way. Let’s talk when you’re available. Good night.
You know it’s stupid to avoid him. But you can’t shake that guilty feeling which has been eating you alive for a couple weeks now. You know you shouldn’t feel that way. Especially after reading his last message. You’re single, he’s single, there’s nothing wrong with two single people wanting each other. But this is uncharted territory for you. Navigating your desire while maintaining a status as a single mom. You feel irresponsible to give into your desire while there are too many responsibilities. It struck you the most when you realized how frustrated you were when Miyeon called you.
That guilt of wanting something for yourself is something you still need to manage. Because you are someone who is not used to prioritizing herself. Spending your life growing as an eldest daughter, then getting married quite young, being a mother, it’s as if you were never given time to think about your own desire as you are too used to thinking about how your actions will implicate others.
You don’t realize you’ve been looking straight to the TV, remote on hand, and yet, haven’t even turned the thing on. Memory keep playing back to that night, on this exact location, the same couch, his hands on yours, his quiet whimpers, the feeling of being wanted, by the man you really want for yourself too–
“Y/N?”
You almost drop the remote when your mother makes her appearances in the living room. Already dressed in her sleeping gown, a cup of ginseng tea on hand. She frowns slightly as the room is left dark, and yet, you don’t even turn the television on.
“What are you doing?”
“J-just watching the TV.”
She pauses a moment, before turning on the light. She studies your face for a second before asking silently whether she can sit next to you. You nod your head gently, giving her some space.
“Is there something wrong? You’ve been quite distracted lately.”
Well, she’s not wrong. You’ve almost packed Miyeon’s daycare backpack with your own lunchbox and green juice.
Also, that one day, instead of packing her a set of clothes (for backup if her clothes are wet that day), you put two pairs of trousers. Thank goodness her clothes remained dry and clean the whole day.
And maybe, this is not the first time your mother caught you unfocused in the past few weeks.
“Something happened with Seonho?” she asked carefully. Knowing you had been through hell and it might still be quite a sensitive subject.
You shake your head slowly, fingers moving nervously around your loose t-shirt hem. As you ponder whether to talk to her about it, she asks again, even slower than before.
“Is it Jungkook?”
And when you froze for a second, she knew she hit the right spot.
“I haven’t heard from him lately, is he okay?”
“Y-yeah… I supposed so… I haven’t talked to him for a while too…”
“Why? I thought… you two are… closer again?” she asks again, still tentatively.
Seeing the concern in her eyes, you think maybe you could finally talk to someone about this. You are hesitant at first, because how could you discuss something like this with your own mother? But then you remember, she had been helpful too during your difficult period with Seonho.
“We… kind of did… it’s just… I feel… guilty… and just confused because… the more I want to be with him… makes me forget about my responsibility as Miyeon’s mom… even confessing this makes me feel guilty because… how could you possibly put a man over your own daughter…”
Your mother hums softly, “I can understand where you’re coming from,” she puts her glass on the coffee table and makes herself sit more comfortably, “but don’t you think Jungkookie is a good man?”
Nodding your head, your mind travels to the memories of the past few months. He really is a good man, isn’t he? You recall his big brown eyes widened earnestly every time you start a conversation. And the way he is always turning towards your every bid–something you learnt in your therapy, about couple’s compatibility and how a healthy relationship requires each person to respond positively towards the other’s bid, or an invitation to connect–something you were missing with Seonho before. He rarely responds to your bid, especially towards the period where you know he’d been seeing someone else.
“What Miyeon deserves is a happy mother, and a happy mother requires you to be in a healthy mental space. I think your relationship with Jungkookie has helped you a lot in that case. I could see how much happier you were. You know, you got less frustrated with Miyeon lately. You talked even softer to her, as if… you gained more patience?” your mom says.
“Did I?”
“Yes, you did,” your mom pats your shoulder gently, “and as your mother, it makes me happy seeing you like that. I know you keep a lot to yourself, but I know what you went through was not easy. My dear, you deserve to be happy, and you deserve to think about yourself too. You have me, you have Kiho, we will all help you with Miyeon, you don’t have to worry about that. But you’re the only one who can help yourself with your heart.”
It’s very impulsive and your heart is still beating so fast from all the rush. Moments after your conversation with your mother, you texted Jungkook. Yeah, shameless really. After a couple weeks of radio silence. And worse, after an intimate moment you shared with him. You should not expect him to reply that fast, or at all. But he did.
[You]: Hey… can we talk? Sorry it took me this long.
[Jungkook]: Sure. Tell me when and where.
[You]: Can you share me your address? And can I come over? Like… right now?
Your mother had told you that she would sleep with Miyeon tonight. So, you don’t have to worry about her. That is why you find yourself just outside Jungkook’s apartment lobby at 10 PM on a weekday.
“Hey.”
He sounds the same. He looks the same too, a familiar view of Jungkook in a black zip up hoodie and a pair of sweatpants greets you as the automatic door opens up.
“H-hi… I’m sorry it’s so late and I–”
“Y/N,” his voice stern but gentle, “let’s go upstairs.”
You follow him to the elevator. The silence in between does make you move awkwardly. Something you haven’t been doing whenever you’re around him–even from the first time you saw him again. But you know it’s on you. You’re the one who ghosted him, left his message unreplied with the last impression that maybe you might regret what happened between you two.
Jungkook opens his unit door and lets you go inside first. You instinctively take off your shoes and your heart skips a beat upon seeing a woman’s size slipper just beside one you assumed is his–black and obviously man’s size. For a moment you think that maybe there was another woman he welcomed. But then again, who are you to control what he could and couldn’t do.
“I bought it a few weeks ago when we were supposed to hang out here. You know, to cook,” he says as if sensing your wandering mind.
“I’m sorry…”
He looks at you for a second, does not respond to your word directly but gesturing you to follow him towards what you assume is his living room. He then takes a seat on the couch and again, signalling you to also do the same.
“Again… I’m sorry… Kook, I really am I don’t–”
“What are you sorry about exactly?” he stops you mid sentence, knowing the way you avoid his gaze means you’re about to ramble around. It’s not like he doesn’t want to hear you rambling. Hell, he always finds it cute. But he needs you to cut to the chase right now. He’s been on the verge for the past few weeks. He knows your situation, and he has been trying to comprehend, trying to put himself in your shoes. And yes, moving on from a long committed relationship is not easy. There’s always a lingering feeling of whether you’re doing the right thing. Is it too fast, will this last, what would your ex think, and to add a child in that equation must have been overwhelming too. So, yeah, Jungkook could understand a fraction of what you might be feeling. But God does he need to hear how you feel about that night too.
“For leaving you on read…” you answer truthfully, because that’s the point that makes you feel so bad.
“Yeah, that was a little bit cruel,” he responds, a faint chuckle leaving his lips, “but really, what I’m dying to know is whether you regret it or not, Y/N.”
You can feel your heartbeat rising as your eyes locked with his. You think this might be your first time seeing that look on him. Piercing gaze looking straight to yours. Gone the friendly-neighbour Jungkook look you’re familiar with. You should feel intimidated really, but on the contrary, you are drawn to him. Like you want to prove to him that no, you don’t regret it at all.
So, you gather your courage and move closer on the couch, knees brushing his as you keep your eyes locked.
“No,” you shake your head slightly, “it’s the opposite really. I… I wanted you so bad it scared me.”
He moves closer too. Now that he hears your confession, he finds more confidence to cup your cheek, thumb brushes the apple gently, “yeah? Why? Did I scare you?”
“Not you,” you sigh, feeling his caresses, “just… I feel like a bad mom because for the first time in a long time, I wish I didn’t need to think about being a mom for a while and just…”
“Just…” he trails off, thumb moving closer to your lower lips, trying to control his urges seeing you close your eyes momentarily.
“Just be with you. Truly be with you.”
“You don’t need to forget about being a mom to be with me, I don’t mind that part of you at all, you just need to tell me what you feel and I’ll try to adjust as much as I can.”
“I know, that’s why I’m saying it’s not you, it’s me,” you lean your cheek deeper into his palm, “it’s scary because that night I was really disappointed and frustrated that… she woke up while I’m… while I wanted…”
He can sense your wants just by seeing the look on your face, so Jungkook moves even closer, his other hand moves to your nape, making your breath hitch, “you wanted what?” he leans down to you, nose brushing your jaw gently.
Your sanity officially leaves the chat when he finally kisses the back of your ear, an open mouthed one that leaves your skin wet but God you don’t mind at all. You can feel slick gushing from your core just from that one move. Your hands move instinctively around his neck, pulling him closer, “I want you, God, I want you so much.”
“Yeah? I want you too,” he trails kisses down your jaw, “can’t stop thinking about you it’s driving me insane,” as his lips brushes yours, he stops, closing his eyes, he mumbles against your lips, “let me have you?”
Your answer comes by taking his lips into a deep kiss, tightening your hold around his neck as he maneuvers you to sit on his lap, your thighs part to trap him in between yours.
It’s been too long for you to feel this desired, even just from a kiss. The way he moves your head, his tongue begging for entrance before battling yours, everything he does ignites the fire inside you.
“Can I have you?” he asks again, hands starting to move downwards towards your back, silently waiting for your answer before touching you in places he really desires.
“I’m yours, Kook,” you kiss him again before leaning back a little, fingers fiddling with the buttons of your blouse while keeping your eyes locked on him. It spurs you seeing how darker his eyes are getting. Lips red and swollen from the makeout session earlier, he rests his head against the couch, licking his lower lip.
“Show me what’s mine then.”
Holy hell, never knew being commanded like this makes you so aroused. So you unbutton your blouse slowly, giving a peek of that white lace bra you specifically picked earlier because sue you for being prepared.
You’re just a second done from peeling your blouse off when his hand palms your breast. Thumb grazing your nipple through the lacey fabric already making you whimper.
Jungkook leans forward, lips peppering kisses around your collarbone as he whispers against your skin, “pretty, is this mine?”
“Y-yes.”
“Show me what else is mine,” he commands after giving your chest a sloppy kiss and leans back again, waiting for you to make your next move.
You take the cue and get on your feet to take off your pants, trying your best to be seductive and sexy, but Jungkook can see your hands trembling so he leans forward to hold your hand.
“Hey, hey, you okay? We don’t have to do this.”
“No,” you firmly reply, because you DO really want it. It’s just… it’s been a while for you and the fact that you’ve only been intimate with your ex-husband has just dawned on you as you are lowering down your pants.
“I mean, I want this, it’s just… been a while.”
“I get it,” he responds, pulling you gently to his lap again–sans pants now, “come here, let me make you feel good,” lips peppering kisses down your neck, “don’t be shy, baby, feel what you’ve done to me,” he pulls your hips down against his hardened bulge under his sweatpants.
“Nghh,” you can help but moan when finally feeling that long awaited friction against your damp panties.
Seeing how you like it, Jungkook holds your butt with both hands before getting up, making you hold onto him tightly as he carries you across the room to where you assume is his bedroom.
Turns out you’re right, because then he lays you down on the bed, comforting cool cotton against your skin as you regulate your breathing from seeing him take off his hoodie first, and then a plain white t-shirt, before his bare torso greets your eyes.
And what a magnificent view it is. You finally get what you’re wishing for, to witness his tattoo along his right arm until the upper part of his chest. His shoulder to waist ratio is borderline sinful.
As your eyes trail down, the obvious tent on his grey sweatpants makes you both gulp and gush. You don’t think you ever salivate over a man like this before.
But before you can think further, Jungkook gets on the bed, caging you in, cups your face with one hand before kissing you again. You don’t waste anymore time exploring his body. Your smaller hands roam his sculpted body deliberately. And when he moans against your lips in specific places, you can’t help but raise your hips to meet his, chasing that delicious friction to your core.
He shucks his pants off along with his boxer hastily before grinding his hips against yours, “see how much I want you, can you feel it?”
“Y-yes, please, Jungkook…”
“Let me open you up,” he swallows your moan as his finger makes its way inside you, “God you’re so tight like this.”
“Please,” you squeeze his big arms, “please…”
“What do you need? Tell me, Baby,” lips all over your neck and jaw, he slowly adds a second finger, thumb circling on your pulsing clit.
The pleasure intensifies as you feel tears prickling your eyes, hips chasing his hands rapidly, “I need you inside, please…”
“My fingers are inside.”
Even in your state you can make out his smug smirk, teasing you.
“I need your dick, please, put it inside me.”
“Y/N, look at me.”
You pry your eyes open in between desperate whimpers. Gone the teasing smirk, his gaze is deep, focusing on you.
“Promise I’ll make you feel good, okay? Enjoy this with me?”
You nod a few times, breath hitching each second as his fingers move faster.
And then he slows down, taking it out of you as you gasp, already longing for his touch.
Before the cold air can even settle against your skin, he shifts, parting your thighs wider and settling his weight right between them. His length lines up against you, hot and thick, pressing into your slick warmth but not putting it in just yet.
“Fuck,” he closes his eyes momentarily before opening it again, leans down as he brushes his lips against yours, “feel how much I want you, how hard you make me?”
“Please… Kook, I want you too.”
He slowly pushes into you, inch by inch. You let out a shaken whimper as your body stretches to accommodate him. He’s big, that’s the first thing you realize as you feel the stretch is in between pleasure and pain.
“F-fuck,” Jungkook groans into your mouth, eyes half-lidded with pleasure. He stops moving for a second when he feels like he reaches deep enough, lips devouring yours in slow kisses to ease that tension he can feel on your body.
When he feels your hips start moving, searching for more, he begins to move, a slow, deep, devastatingly thorough rhythm. It’s not rough—not yet—but the sheer weight and depth of each stroke are dizzying. Every time he pulls back, it feels like a loss, and every time he drives back in, he leans his full weight into you, making sure you feel the hard press of his hips against yours, anchoring you to the bed.
“Kook, please,” you start to sob with every deep thrust, your fingers digging into the tight muscles of his back, your hips instinctively lifting to meet him.
“I’ve got you,” he whispers, his lips catching yours in a deep, bruising kiss, “fuck you feel so good,” he pairs the kiss with a sudden, sharper angle, hitting a spot deep inside that makes your toes curl and your vision go blurry.
It’s been so long since you’ve been held like this, making the sudden rush of intimacy feels like a physical shock to your system. Every touch of his skin against yours, the heavy slide of him stretching you open, triggers a wave of electricity that ripples straight to your core. And you’re defenseless against it. Your body reacts on its own, you let out a loud moan as your head rolls back into the pillow, your senses entirely overwhelmed.
“Too much?” Jungkook asks, his voice thick with a mix of concern and need. He pauses his moves, chest heaving against yours, but he doesn't pull out. He stays buried deep, letting you feel the pulsing thickness of him.
"No, no, don't stop," you cry out, the words frantic as you hook your legs higher around his waist, "It’s just... I’ve never... God, Jungkook, please."
The thing is, it’s not just the physical aspect of it. It’s in the way he looks at you, touches you like you’re the only thing that matters in this world, the way his large hand anchors your hips as if he’s afraid of losing you makes your heart and body flutter.
"I'm not stopping, Baby, I can’t," he growls, the sweet reassurance melting into a possessive rumble as he begins to move again.
This time, he picks the pace up. Your hips chase him blindly, movements uncoordinated and desperate as you both chase the high. You’re coming apart at the seams, tears spill over your lashes, blurring your vision of his face while you arch more into his heavy, deep thrusts.
One of his hand snakes over your chest, kneading your breast roughly as his thumb brushes hard over the peak. Your hips instantly buck upward against him, a high, broken gasp catching in your throat as your inside walls tighten and begin to throb in anticipation.
“I’m close, I’m so close, Kook, please…”
“Yeah? Come all over me, come on, be a good girl and come for me.”
His deep, gravelly voice is the final push your body needs as white-hot waves of pleasure crash straight through you. Your internal muscles clamp down around him in desperate, tight spasms as the orgasm rips out of you. Pulling him even closer, you cry his name out against his neck, fingers clawing at his broad shoulders as your hips tremble violently against his. This might be the most intense orgasm you’ve ever experienced in your entire life, leaving you a breathless, shivering wreck.
Jungkook groans heavily, his jaw clenching as he absorbs the intense, squeezing pressure of your climax. He holds himself deep inside you for a few seconds, letting you ride out the peak, his hands gently rubbing up and down your thighs to soothe your trembling body.
“That’s it, Baby,” he murmurs, tone softening while peppering soft, comforting presses along your jawline, “did so good, made a mess of my dick.”
When your breath begins to level out, you feel him slightly shift. But he doesn't pull back. Instead, the heavy thickness of him presses deeper, still rock-hard and pulsing against your sensitive walls. A low, warning chuckle vibrates in his chest when you let out a tiny whine.
“Yeah, so… I’m not done with you yet,” he nudges your nose gently, a stark contrast with the way his hard dick is pulsing inside you, “you think you can still handle it?”
“Y-yeah,” because of course you’re still very much physically attracted to him. Especially now with his damp black hair, buffed chest glistening with sweat and oh so intoxicating sex-induced smell of his body. So whatever sensitivity you feel down there, yeah, it really can be negotiated.
You show him by pulling his head closer, capturing his reddened lips with yours in a deep sensual kiss, tongue searching for him while your small hand roams over his tight abs.
“I want you to cum, Kook, fuck me until you cum,” you mumble in between kisses, earning a hiss from him before he picks your body, move up on the bed as he sits against the headboard with you on his lap.
Your hands instinctively hold onto his shoulder, lifting your body, you watch him stroking his dick with one hand while the other guiding your hips slowly down.
You know it’s going to burn a little from this position, but damn it’s worth the pain when he is finally buried to the hilt.
“Fuck, look at you,” he groans, head snapping back against the headboard. With his large hands anchoring you, you begin to ride him. The position allows you to feel him even deeper, hitting new spots that send hot pleasure all over your senses. Jungkook guides your rhythm, thumbs rubbing your hips, pulling you down harder when he needs more pressure.
When you thought he couldn’t look hotter, you’re proven wrong. Not when his glassy eyes darken with desire bore into yours, half-lidded, breath ragged with sweats rolling down from his neck to chest.
He catches your look, a lazy smirk tugs at the corner of his lips. His hand cups your face, thumb pulling your bottom lip down, “you look so sexy like this, riding my dick so good, gonna let me have this forever, yeah?”
You nod, tongue brushing his thumb before catching the whole thing and sucking it eagerly.
Jungkook snaps his head back harder this time, strings of curses escape his lips as he bucks his hips faster. Pulling his thumb off of you, he uses it to circle your clit. It really doesn’t take long before you feel that familiar bubbling sensation, waiting to burst. And when he leans forward to take one of your bouncing breasts into his mouth and suck greedily, you feel the coil snaps inside, sending jolts of pleasure all over your body.
Before you can process anything, in one fluid, effortless motion, he pulls you out and shifts you onto your knees between his legs. He reaches down, his fingers gently tangling in your hair to guide your head down toward his lap, where his length is pulsing and heavy.
"Open up for me, baby," he begs, his voice dropping into a rough, desperate whisper as his thumb brushes over your lower lip, “take it for me, let me cum in your pretty mouth please.”
How could you say no when he asks you so nicely, but also, you want it, badly. You want to see him fall apart the way he made you two times earlier. Looking up at him through your lashes, you part your lips and take his hot, heavy length. The sensation makes Jungkook let out a loud, guttural groan, his eyes fluttering shut as his hands tighten in your hair, holding you gently but firmly in place. He begins to move his hips in slow, shallow thrusts, whole body shaking with the strain of holding back.
"So good... fuck, gonna cum," he pants, his breath hitching as the climax finally hits him, fingers anchoring you as he releases inside your mouth. He holds himself there for a few seconds, riding out the powerful, pulsing waves of his climax while whispering breathless, sweet praises to you. You instinctively swallow everything, before wiping your lips with your hand.
Jungkook immediately reaches for you, his strong arms hooking under your arms to pull you upward until you're collapsed against his chest, head tucked under his chin. He holds you tight, large hand rubbing slow, soothing circles over your bare back.
“You okay?” he asks, while you feel a gentle kiss on top of your head.
“More than okay,” you emphasize by nuzzling further into the crook of his neck. Sweat be damned.
The quiet of the aftermath brings a sudden, heavy wave of reality crashing back into your mind. You trace a mindless pattern over his collarbone, the warmth of his skin grounding you, but you can’t shake the thoughts away. What happens after this? And did it happen just because of familiarity?
"Jungkook?" you whisper, voice small inside the quiet bedroom.
“Yeah?”
“What happens after this?”
He stops his movement, peering his eyes down at you, making you a little distracted with those glossy boba eyes, very much different from the intense pair when he railed you into the mattress.
“What I want is to be with you, if you have me. I’ll learn whatever you want me to learn, about your routine, what you need from me in terms of your relationship with your daughter,” he strokes your cheek softly, “whatever it takes to make you feel comfortable, because that's what you’ve given me.”
“Comfort?”
“Yeah.”
“What if that’s just what it is.”
“What do you mean?”
You can see even in faint light how his brows knit together.
“I mean, what if we just fall into a comfortable, familiar area because we already know each other? It's easy to slide back into old patterns when you meet someone from your past. I just... I’m worried that we're confusing nostalgia with something real."
Jungkook shifts slightly, a small, tender smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he frames your face with his two large hands, leaving you no choice but to look at him in the eyes.
"First of all, comfort is not a bad thing," he says, voice steady and convincing, “I know this might look like it, believe me, I struggle with this thought at first too,” his large thumb brushing the apple of your cheek lightly, “tried to convince myself that we’re just old friends, but I realized that friends could also become lovers. And maybe even better, because not only I want to tell you everything about my day, or whatever interesting comes my way, but also…” his thumb grazes your lips, “I want to kiss you too, I want to hug you, I don’t like the idea of anyone giving you romantic attention–”
“Taehyung?” you say while smiling mischiveously.
He chuckles with you, head leans a little to give you a quick smooch, “yeah, honestly it was also the moment when I realized, no, I don’t want her to go on a date with him, or anyone else. Because I want to be the only one who takes you out.”
He pulls you back into his embrace, your hand around his waist as you snuggle closer, “I feel that way too… like… I wanna tell you about my day, about what I feel or what makes me laugh.”
“Yeah?”
You nod, “I haven’t felt being heard for a while now… so…”
He holds you tighter, lips pressing another kiss on the top of your head, “I’ll hear you out, and on the days that I’m not 100% in it, I’ll tell you. And we’ll learn, okay?”
“Okay.”
You both fall into comforting silence, savouring each other’s presence until your bodies adjust itself into an even more comfortable position. Your back against his chest while his arms wrapped around your waist, lips peppering kisses on your shoulder.
“Promise you talk to me if anything’s bothering you, yeah?” he whispers, lips brushing behind your ear.
“Okay… promise you tell me if I did something wrong?”
Jungkook knows it’s a question based on your previous trauma. So he kisses your shoulder, another one lands behind your ear.
“I will. I won’t shut you out, Y/N, we’ll talk, okay? Even when it’s messy, we’ll talk.”
You turn your body to face him, to look him right in the eye to search for any doubt, any crack, but you found none. He just looks at you with genuine determination.
“What’s running inside this pretty head, huh?” he asks, fingers playfully flicking your forehead.
“You know, at that daechang place, when you asked me how I feel about dating.”
“Oh yeah,” Jungkook remembers that conversation, the night he thought you were so cute.
“And I told you, I was confused, because I wanted something but I don’t know what, because I keep calculating about being a mom and also being a single woman.”
“You know you could be both with me,” he adds, lips pressing a firm kiss on your forehead.
“Yeah, so now I know what I want, it’s something just like this.”
Later, before you go into deep slumber with his arms around your waist, you feel like the lingering doubts in your mind finally begin to settle into a quiet sense of hope. Maybe, just maybe, this history between you wasn’t a crutch, but a foundation. When you broke up all those years ago, it hadn’t been because the feelings died, life had simply pulled you apart before you were ready.
And now, fate had thrown you back together after surviving the wreckage of failed marriages—you, walking away from a husband who couldn’t stay faithful, and Jungkook, untangling himself from a relationship that had choked to death on silence and poor communication. Both of you had been broken down, but had also grown up. As you feel the weight of his arms around you protectively, you realize that the scars you both carried were no longer just baggage. They were lessons. You knew the cost of betrayal, and he knew the danger of staying silent.
Slotting your fingers in between his, you try to believe that this time, the risk might be worth it. Because in this short life, you deserve to love and be loved by the right person. And sometimes, it’s not always a new one.
END
A/N: Thank you so so much for reading, and even more special thanks to those who read the first 2 parts 9 months ago and still want to continue reading this. Again, I'm so sorry for the long update but hopefully the last part make up for it (even just a little hehe).
Summary: Soulmates were a common occurrence, so common, in fact, that the world sought an easier way to find your other half: A bracelet that would scan your mark and match you with those who shared your mark. Within recent years, soul groups were becoming normal, and your own bracelet said you have seven matches.
Or where you wear your bracelet for ten years, and finally give up the hope you would find your soul group, only for BTS to put theirs on and see what they were missing.
Warnings: angst, mentions of depression, disabled mc (Ehlers Danlos syndrome), eventual smut, fluff, lots of fluff, mentions of disability, simp bangtan
Chapter Warnings: protective bangtan, anxious mc, mc has a panic attack, more of mc’s background, mentions of bullying, some issues with consent, mc has all the feelings, Hobi bonding with mc, some cuteness overload,
“Thank you for doing this, Noona! We will tag you when it gets posted!” Yeonjun exclaims once you were done filming in front of one of the portraits outside of the café.
“Thank you! It was fun. I could really go for a drink now though!” You laugh as the boys agree with your statement, Taehyun and Soobin pulling your arms and dragging you into the café.
The café was one of the things you didn’t get to see on your tour with Songun, given it wasn’t near the meeting room you met the boys in. You were still shocked when you walked in and realized the café was more like a cafeteria, with many different food options, vendors, and drink options galore. You were awestruck, ignoring the laughter coming from the boys as they dragged you to the smaller coffee vendor.
“What drink would you like, Noona?” Taehyun asked you as he began looking over the options. You looked over the menu but didn’t see anything you recognized so you just told him to pick something out for you.
His eyes grew wide in excitement, animatedly looking over the coffee options as you turned around, looking for a seat nearby. Your knee was giving you trouble as you could feel it shifting with every step you took, and you needed to massage it soon before it inevitably popped out.
You didn’t want to embarrass yourself in front of your new friends, and a sure-fire way to do that was to have your body work against you. You couldn’t stand the looks you would get whenever you had to pop something back in or massage your body to counteract the pain you felt in your joints.
You moved to the counter to pay, only after receiving a weird look from the barista did you realize you forgot you didn’t have to pay for anything. You nod your head awkwardly, not waiting for the boys as you moved to the closest seat and began massaging the muscles around your knee cap. You couldn’t stand up any longer or you knew your kneecap would pop out.
You sit down slowly, with care, and place your drink on the table before bending down a little to massage the muscle to the side of your knee cap. It was a long-practiced massage, something your specialist recommended to you when you were in school and always on the move. You were regretting not bringing your cane with you today, thinking you wouldn’t need it.
You always did this to yourself. You had a good day yesterday, so you thought you would have one today. But of course, why would you have two good days in a row?
“Are you okay, Noona?” Taehyun had come up to you, noticing you had disappeared from next to him. He was concerned that you were hurt, seeing you rub at your knee. The entire building knew about your disability, a few concerned words overheard by one of the staff after walking past Jin and Sejin had spread to everyone within the span of an hour.
Your head shot up at Taehyun’s question, not realizing he was standing in front of you.
“Y-Yes, I’m okay.” You nod your head as you speak, trying to reassure him you were fine, but failing to do so as your stutter gives you away. You try to play it off as you forgot the word for yes, but he just shook his head.
“Do we need to go get hyungs?” Taehyun asks just as the others walk over.
“Go get hyungs for what?” Beomgyu questions Taehyun before seeing you and the way you were practically cradling your knee. “Ahhhhhh.” He nods his head in understanding.
“Do you need us to go get the hyungs?” Heuning Kai ask you softly, leaning over so he was almost whispering in your ear. You appreciate the sentiment, but it seems people were beginning to look your direction anyway.
You look around shyly, not wanting everyone to know what was going on.
“Everyone is curious about BTS hyungs’ soulmate.” Yeonjun states, seeing the way you were looking around. “The announcement was pretty big, especially after the one they put out about trying to find you.” You let out a sigh at his words, understanding what was going on but that didn’t mean you necessarily felt comfortable with all the looks.
“Why don’t we take you back to Hyungs? They should be having a break right now…” Yeonjun trailed off as he looked at his phone.
“Okay.” You stood up slowly, testing your weight on your knee, hiding your wince at the sharp pain.
“Oh! I promised them I would bring them something back from the café!” You make for the counter again but hands gently push you back into your seat.
“Rest, noona. We will go get hyung’s favorites!”
-*-*-
And grab their favorites they did. Not only did they arrive back to the table with three drink carriers and two paper bags filled with pastries, but they insisted to helping you to bring everything back to the practice room, Soobin even assisting you in walking once he realized you were favoring your leg.
“You better put your arm back by your side, Soobin!” You chastis for the third time, seeing him bring his arm back out to try and carry you. He kept insisting that he didn’t want you walking on your leg and that he should carry you back to the room, but, of course, you insisted the opposite. You weren’t fragile and didn’t need to be carried anywhere.
“Hyung, will you get the door please!” Beomgyu and Taehyun plead out, trying to not have the drink carriers fall as they make it to the door. Soobin looks at you again, before moving over to the door of the boys’ practice room, music still blasting from the speakers. You recognized the song this time as the chorus to Idol plays. As the door opens you begin to limp over to Yeonjun who holds one of the pastry bags and a drink carrier.
“Here, give me one.” You hold your hand out, but he shakes his head.
“Noona, you’re hurt. It’s okay.” He steps back, moving towards the open door but you just follow him.
“I’m fine though! I promise. I just want to help.” You insist again, stepping into the room and still reaching for the pastry bag.
“Noona you’re hurt. You don’t need to be carrying anything.” Yeonjun is stubborn, you’ll give him that, but unfortunately, someone overhears his words. Footsteps come pounding towards you and Soobin and suddenly you are picked up, your chest pressed against theirs and your thighs tossed around their hips.
“Jungkook, I’m fine!” You whine as soon as you realize who picked you up, his scent making you feel calm despite your embarrassment. You slumped in his arms, trying to hide yourself in his sweatshirt hood as he walked away from the younger boys.
“What happened?” You hear Namjoon ask Heuning Kai as he was closest to the leader.
“Y/n Noona hurt her knee at the cafe.” Was his simple reply, not exactly knowing what happened to your knee.
Jungkook carried you over to the seat you were sitting in before, and proceeded to kneel in front of you and holding your leg up so he could look over your knee. He instantly became a “doctor” prodding and running his fingers over the expanse of your knee, trying to feel for anything out of the normal.
Yoongi and Taehyung also came over, leaning over Jungkook and looking at your knee, the three men ignoring your attempts to push them away. You were bordering the line between feeling embarrassed and humiliated and it had your cheeks red and eyes blurring with tears.
“Please stop. I’m fine.” You repeated, trying to get their hands off of you. You didn’t care that they were your soulmates at this moment, you just wanted to go back to your hotel.
“Please stop touching me. I’m okay.” You tried to push Jungkook’s hands away, but he was more focused on your knee, even though his touch wasn’t helping in the slightest. You could tell that the others could hear you, Jimin and Namjoon glancing your way and Hoseok trying to get the focus of everyone off of you by asking the boys what they had brought.
You felt like you were in school again, getting made fun of for your knee dislocating in gym class. You hated everyone watching you, trying to see if you were faking or not, ignoring the pain and tears rolling down your cheeks as your gym teacher stresses over your disfigured knee, wondering if she should call and ambulance.
The insults “attention whore” and “lazy” running through your mind from when you were younger as everyone in the room continues to look at you now, Namjoon and Jimin beginning to walk your way as Jin says his thanks to the boys. One final prod of your knee from Yoongi has you snapping, pushing them away from you and pulling your knee to yourself.
“I asked you to please stop touching me.” You push out, trying to stop the tears already flowing down your cheeks. You were even more embarrassed now, crying in front of them. You hated how emotional you get, especially when you get stuck in your head with your past.
“Baby, I—” You cut off Yoongi, his face shocked at your actions.
“I think I would like to go back to my hotel now.” You whispered, withdrawn, and looking down at your lap. You felt a tug in your chest as Jungkook moved closer, trying to get you to look at him.
“Baby, We’re sorry. We just wanted to make sure you were alright.”
“We got worried when we heard Soobinnie say you were hurt. Our instincts took over.” Taehyung finished Jungkook’s thought. Namjoon tried not to interrupt, but he knew he had to.
“Our instincts don’t make us ignore the words of our mate, though. We all heard her ask you not to touch her.” Namjoon scolded the three, even Yoongi looking down in guilt.
“We are all so sorry, Y/n. We should have listened to you; there is no excuse.” Yoongi spoke up, his eyes piercing your own as he spoke.
Jimin, Jin, and Hoseok stood a couple feet away, watching as you close in on yourself. Jimin couldn’t believe how everything changed so quickly. They were making such good progress with you, their bond with you was growing and solidifying and now, he was only hoping you didn’t change hotels and block their numbers.
“Honey, please stay. I know that you want your alone time, but you just entered the next stage of the bond with Jungkook. It will hurt both of you if you are alone for two long now. At least, until we all have completed the bond.” Namjoon explains. “Besides that, I don’t think you really want to be alone right now.” His town turning in on her.
And he was right. The first stage of the bond had just solidified with Jungkook the night before. You knew what would happen if you were apart for long. You also knew you didn’t want to be alone. You hated that he was right about that.
All you wanted was to be comforted, to be wrapped in their arms and told that everything was okay. You’ve never felt like that before. Usually you want to be alone, lying in bed and wrapped under the covers, completely hidden from view.
Now, all you wanted was to be comforted by your soulmates.
One look from you was all it took for Jungkook to lift you off the chair and into his arms, sitting himself down and holding you in his lap. The tug in your chest finally settling, the embarrassment and insecurity slowly ebbing away the longer he held you to him.
Once the others started moving away, Jungkook having motioned to them while you weren’t paying attention, he began to comb his fingers through your hair, massaging your scalp as he did so. He knew it helped soothe your mind and calm your body.
“I am so sorry, baby. I need to open my ears and become more aware even with my instincts screaming at me.” He squeezed you a little tighter. “Please don’t be mad at me. Please don’t leave.” You could truly hear the fear behind his words, thinking you would leave them.
Jungkook had really thought he messed up everything. He thought you were going to reject them now; he was so sure about it. He tried not to imagine the pain the others would feel at your absence, and only hoped he could fix things between you.
“I may not…understand the bond like you do.” You started, still trying to find your words. “But I wouldn’t reject you all over something as small as this.” Almost immediately Jungkook began to protest.
“It’s not ‘something small’ if it makes you cry.” He adjusted you on his lap so you were now facing him. “We are all still getting to know each other, still growing the bond our souls have. I can understand if you don’t want to talk about it now, but I would like to know what made you cry so I can fix it.” He brings his palm up to your cheek, cupping it. “I hate seeing you cry. It makes me want to fight who or whatever it is that made those precious tears fall.”
You look down again, trying to decide if you had enough courage to tell him the real reason behind your tears, or a slimmed down version of your feelings.
“I uhm, was embarrassed.” You decide to tell him, to try and explain what was going through your head.
“When I was younger, before the doctors had figured out what was wrong with me, I was just known as “clumsy” and “lazy” by everyone. No one ever taking my pain or injuries seriously. Even doctors just told me it was my weight, despite being healthy. I was told I was just looking for attention.” You tried blinking away your tears, feeling them begin to pool on your waterline.
“It got really bad when physical education became a class in middle school and high school. I hadn’t received a diagnosis yet which meant I had to push my limits for a grade. One day…” You pause, swallowing down the choking sob so you could talk.
“We were supposed to be running the mile for our fitness test. I was in eighth grade and barely lasted one lap before my knee dislocated. It wasn’t the first time any of my joints fully dislocated, but it hurt all the same.” You began to explain the memory you flashed back to. You couldn’t help but grip his shirt tighter, your body full of anxiety.
Jungkook almost wants to tell you to stop. That he doesn’t need to know, not if it makes your heart hurt, or if you are pushing yourself to open up to him. That was the last thing he wanted to do, to push you into anything.
“I remember falling to the ground, my knee in excruciating pain. I hadn’t gotten used to the feeling yet, but I didn’t want to have everyone looking at me and wondering “What did she do now?” like I did this on purpose. I didn’t want anyone’s attention and I remember swearing to myself that I would finish the mile. So, I moved to put my knee back into place but the teacher had already seen me on the floor.” You grimace, remembering vividly how she ran up to you.
“Her voice seemed to be attached to a microphone as she yelled across the field, telling me not to touch my knee and asking if I was okay. She made a huge deal about it, sitting next to me and trying to figure out if she should call an ambulance. She even got another teacher involved.” Jungkook was confused, wanting to know what you meant by making a big deal out of the situation.
“I had spent months already putting my knee back into place and with everyone looking at me I just remember starting to cry, pushing my teacher away. Everyone’s stares on me, the whispers I could hear and the laughter coming from some of my classmates had me feeling humiliated. I felt even worse when my teacher did call an ambulance.” You whispered the last sentence, unable to stop the tears from slowly falling down your cheek.
Jungkook now understood everything, with the help of some of the Soul Bracelet messages he remembered reading. (read: that he continues to read every night so he doesn’t forget anything) He recalled reading multiple messages where you vented about growing up hearing that you needed to stop “attention seeking” and that you were faking your injuries, with classmates making fun of you, and no one believing you, that day was just a culmination of everything at once. Your dislike of attention and being the center of it, especially when injured, now made complete sense.
He couldn’t help it, cupping your cheek and tilting your head up so he could see you. The feeling of your wet skin under his thumb as he wiped away your tears was something he didn’t want to feel again under the circumstances. Placing a soft and slow kiss to your lips, trying to push through his feelings of love and admiration for you, he held you close, closer than he already was.
He knew he would tell the boys this later on, somehow, but for now, you needed him.
“I am so sorry, baby. For everything. I will do my absolute best to stop that from happening again now that I know.” Jungkook kissed your mouth again, a chaste kiss that had your lips tingling. You don’t think you will get used to that, ever.
-*-*-
You were able to be held by Jungkook only for a little bit longer, seeing as they did have things to do today. But after receiving his hoodie again, you were happily snuggled into it eating your forgotten watermelon cup from earlier. You had borrowed Namjoon’s headphones, after repeatedly asking if he was sure, and watched TikToks on your phone.
You don’t know how long has passed before Taehyung is placing kisses to your face in a quick attack to steal your attention. A squeal escapes your lips as the headphones fall off your head and another set of kisses is aimed.
“Oh baby! We’re all finished which means kisses!” Taehyung sings, making you laugh at the reminder. But before he can give your face even more kisses, he is pulled away by Jin.
“Hi, baby. We have some recording to do in the studio, but after that we were hoping to take you to dinner. Then maybe some movies at our place?” Jin smiled at you, seemingly nonchalant but on the inside, he was freaking out. His eyes showed the hope he had for the evening, showed his desire to just get to know you more and spend time with you.
To you, it sounded nice. Just a simple night with all seven of them. It’s not something you’ve had the chance to experience yet. You make the first move this time, moving forward and putting your lips on his plump ones, shocking the man. Jin was in heaven at the feeling of your lips on his and he almost cried when the kiss was over, your big smile aimed at him ones he opened his eyes again.
“That sounds nice, Jinnie.” You verbally respond to his words, making the others silently cheer at your acceptance.
You move to snuggle back into the couch, only for Jin’s hand to move into your line of vision, his palm up and ready for you to take. You look up at him, confusion written on your face.
“You didn’t think we were going to leave you here, did you?” Jin’s tone was teasing but held a real question, wondering if he didn’t make the plans obvious enough.
You did actually think the plan was for you to stay in the practice room. You didn’t know what rooms you had access to yet, despite the boys saying you had access to everything they did. You didn’t know if they were just saying that or not.
“Oh uhm, okay.” You didn’t answer his question, but the blush of embarrassment on your cheeks did. But Jin, nor the others, said anything about it. They knew the relationship between you all was still so new, so innocent that they didn’t want anything to go wrong, not like the incident earlier.
You took his hand and he helped you up off the couch, not letting go of your hand as he led you out the doors and through the building until you reached the studio he was talking about.
On the way to the studio, you walked by numerous staff members but your eyes stuck on the trainees who passed by as well. There were a couple groups of them, probably going from class to class, you thought. They bowed to your group a couple of times, some of them even stopping to bow a full ninety degrees. It was weird seeing it, but you knew it was a show of respect for the boys.
Jin was first up to do his thing in the studio, your eyes barely catching the soft wink he sends you as he gives your hand a small squeeze before letting go and moving into the booth as your vision swept over the recording studio. There were buttons and keys of all kinds and you were curious and wanted to push every single one, needing to know what each button did.
Hoseok caught your eye and put his hand on your lower back, moving you to sit in the producer’s chair and he knelt by your side. He knew it would take some time for Jin to get himself ready in the booth, so he took the time to indulge your curiosity.
The others watched on as Hobi spoke animatedly about the digital audio workstation, pressing buttons and telling Jin to speak into the microphone to show what each button did. Hobi loved the way your eyes lit up when a particular button made Jin sound like a chipmunk. He loved the sparkle in your eye and the fascination with the workstation. He couldn’t help but imagine you and him in the studio one day, making a song together.
When Jin was ready, Hobi let you stay in the chair, telling you what buttons to push while he instructed the room. Hobi, along with Namjoon and Yoongi, were in full producer mode now, but still held patience as you pushed the buttons and used the workstation.
As each member went into the booth, Hobi would let you know how to save the audio and would give you the biggest smile and praise you for your work and help.
“You could be our producer!” He smiled so wide that you ended up blushing under his praise. You felt like a little kid, wanting to do anything to make Hobi smile and praise you again.
“No, no. I’m just pushing the buttons.” You tried to play it off but he just shook his head, shaking his finger at you.
“Nope! You are now our producer.” He stated it with such conviction that you had to look away from him, not wanting him to see you blush, your cheeks surely lobster red by now.
Once the boys were done, two hours or so had passed. Hobi explained to you that they just needed to record some adlibs for their final song for the album, and that it would be quick. Having seen some “Bangtan Bombs” where the boys were in the studio, you could only guess they were normally here for hours and hours a day.
You had been so relaxed and at ease that you didn’t even realize Hobi had slipped his hand in yours, intertwining your hands together so he could hold it. It took him helping you out of the chair for you to notice. You didn’t realize how easy it was to feel comfortable with Hobi, to feel like you had known him forever.
Being with Hobi was easy and simple. Effortless.
It was like you could go to him for anything and you knew he would just smile and listen to you. It also helped that he had a penchant for squeezing your hand in reassurance, as if speaking to you in morse code. He just smiles softly at you and hums under his breath. His actions speak louder than his words, the silence filled with so much that you don’t even notice the silence when you’re with him.
As you all move to the big SUV to go to the restaurant the boys rented out, you pull Hobi so sit next to you, feeling the same way you did with Jungkook the previous day. You wanted to see who he was beyond the cameras of Bangtan that you got to know him from. You had a sweet smile on your face, giving his hand a gentle squeeze as you laid your head on his shoulders, smiling softly, wanting to stay in this moment for a little longer.
The car ride was filled with music and lots of talking; Taehyung asking what the name of the restaurant was, Namjoon asking what kinds of movies we all wanted to watch that night, Jungkook asking what snacks we were going to have, all while you and Hobi just talked. You asked him about his family and he asked about yours.
You already knew about his older sister, and he somewhat knew about your siblings, but he
still listened attentively as you talked about your family.
“My older sister is protective and was the one to help me get my diagnosis after my mom passed. She went to every appointment with me and made sure I was eating and drinking. She actually made a joke at one point that you all would be my soulmates, and after I got off the phone with you the first time, I immediately called her.” Hobi smiled as he listened, glad to know that you had someone there for you when they couldn’t be. It hurt to know you suffered through so much in such a short time frame.
He rubbed his thumb across the top of your hand, trying to soothe you as he noticed your voice shaking a little.
“My brother, on the other hand, is also protective, but like the stereotypical older brother way. He is the only other one of us who has met his soulmate. Lena is super sweet and they met in middle school. She’s like an older sister to me.” At some point, everyone else in the car had stopped their conversations to listen to you. They wanted to know everything they could, and they loved knowing you had a supportive family by your side.
When you got to the restaurant, you ended up sitting in between Hobi and Jungkook at the large booth. Jin took control of ordering the food, while Hobi and Jungkook whispered to you what Jin was ordering so you knew what was going on. It was really sweet.
While waiting for the food, you joined in on the movie conversation that Namjoon and Jimin had started. They seemed to be fighting over two different movies and you questioned why you couldn’t just watch them both. They looked at you and began trying to get you to see their point of view.
“We don’t want to watch it again because its boring…”
“He always falls asleep during the best parts!”
“There are so many mindless plot points that…”
Your head was whipping back and forth as you tried to keep up with their arguments, the boys speaking so fast you eventually had to give up. You sat back down in your seat, returning the soft smiles that Jin and Yoongi gave you from across the table.
“It’s okay, pretty girl. They always get this way about movies. We tend to just pick one out and put it on before they notice anyways.” Hobi leans over and whispers in your ear, making you nod your head in understanding.
“They get passionate like this over movies, huh?” You ask, almost rhetorically, as you watch it firsthand. You smiled as you watched them, Jimin throwing sass making Namjoon roll his eyes at the younger man.
“They are more alike than I think they realize.” Hobi whispers back, “They are both passionate beings. Just in different ways. But they both have strong feelings about what they believe in, which makes the debate about which movie to watch an entertaining and sometimes chaotic event.” Hearing his words, you had a new perspective for the two boys, not even just in the capacity of arguing. It was like a new light shown on the two men and it had you wanting to know more about them.
After Hobi’s words, a multitude of waiters came over and placed plate upon plate of food down on the table. The entire table was covered with food and it was at this moment you realized just how much food the boys could eat. You guessed most of the plates would be empty by the time you all were ready to leave.
Your guess was cemented once Jin grabbed his first piece of food, signaling to everyone else that they could start. You didn’t know what to grab, everything looking so good, that you were kind of sitting there in awe. You were shaken out of it though once you saw chopsticks placing meat onto your empty plate.
Hobi, on pure instinct, was making sure you had enough food on your plate before everyone else got their pick. He tried giving you a little of everything, but he also gave you some extra meat pieces, knowing you had a liking for them from your KBBQ trip with the maknaes.
Once Hobi put the first piece of meat on your plate, however, Taehyung and Jungkook noticed and also began putting food on your plate. Soon enough your plate was overflowing with food, and you had to stop your mates from continuing to give you more food.
It was a sweet gesture, but you couldn’t even make a dent in your plate. You ate slowly, savoring every flavor and taste you could. Despite not being used to Korean cuisine yet, you were slowly falling in love with all of it. Unfortunately, you could not handle any spice. You wanted to, but your mouth would slowly descend into flames if you even tried to eat anything even remotely spicy.
So, at one point, you’re pretty sure you asked for a drink refill three times within ten minutes.
“Are you okay?” Jungkook asked you, noticing you fanning your mouth from the heat as you slowly chewed your food.
“Uhm, yeah.” Your voice was pitched higher as you tried to reassure him you were fine, eyes watering and cheeks heating up.
Jungkook just quirked his eyebrow at you, automatically catching you in your lie. Taehyung was the same way with spicy foods, so Jungkook knew you were battling against the foods he had put on your plate. He didn’t mean to, he only wanted you to be able to try everything.
Movement from the side caught your attention, as Hobi found a small empty plate and began removing everything on your own plate that was spicy and depositing it onto the smaller plate with the help of Taehyung. They both had seen how you reacted to the food and Taehyung helped tell Hobi everything that would give you trouble, knowing from experience.
It was nice and heartwarming; it didn’t make you feel like a burden. Normally if this happened, if you tried to do something about it, like ordering a glass of milk, you friends would make fun of you, or your family would complain that they had to always go through the trouble of not getting what they wanted because you couldn’t handle anything spicy.
Despite having a supportive and loving family, it was hard not to feel like you were a burden growing up. Sometimes a single scoff or deep breath of air from someone could have you becoming silent, trying to hide behind your hair.
The boys didn’t make you feel this way. They didn’t make exaggerated movements as they removed the spicy food from your plate; they only sent you reassuring smiles and glances as they made sure they removed everything.
“It’s okay, baby. I don’t like spicy foods either.” Taehyung reassured you again, before starting to eat his food, not giving the situation a second glance or thought. It was nice and left you smiling as you continued to eat slowly, still struggling with using the chopsticks you were given.
For your first meal with everyone, the boys wanted to document it.
“Okay everyone, smoosh together!” Jin yelled out so he could get everyone into frame on his phone. He was the one taking the selfie, his long arms giving him the advantage as he sat at the end of the table.
You had your cheeks almost pressed to Hobi’s as he had an arm around your shoulder. Your height was not giving you any advantage as you tried not to be hidden by anyone. You were standing on your tippy toes and smiling as big as you could, showing just how truly happy you were in the moment.
This was the first time you truly felt a part of the soul group and connected to each of the boys.
“Okay…and 3, 2, 1!” You blinked as the flash went off, hoping that your eyes weren’t closed in the photo. Jin took a couple of pictures, each one had everyone doing something different, at one point, Jungkook and Hobi both pushed their fingertips into your cheeks causing laughter to bubble from your throat.
“Are you gonna post those on Weverse, Hyung?” Jungkook asked once the photos were taken and everyone was moving towards the doors, content from their bellies being full.
The boys had all tried being active on all of their social media, but they were all still partial to Weverse, liking that they got to interact firsthand with Army. They loved reading the comments on their posts and hoped that you would come to as well.
“Yeah, but I don’t know which one to post.” Jin responded but knew he would probably post a different one to each of the Bangtan Official social media accounts.
He zoomed into your face on the last photo, laughter clear on your face as your eyes were closed. He wanted to take more pictures of you, thinking you were the perfect muse for his camera. He couldn’t help but to think you were the perfect fit for them, for their soul bond.
You are amazing, I just love your writing so much, especially BTS Dad scenarios. I am addicted! So I wanted to ask if you could write some headcanons or short imagine of the BTS members having a child, their gender is up to you, that wants to race. Like they love F1 and racing in general and want to do it as well. I cannot get this out of my head and would die to read something like this. Preferably with Yoongi of Jungkook, but I leave that up to you. I hope that's not to weird, if so just ignore me but thanks in advance.
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OH MY GOD THIS REQUEST MADE ME SQUEAL LIKE A 10-YEAR-OLD AT THEIR FIRST F1 RACE!!!! 🏎️ (Which, fun fact, was me. I had a Vettel poster on my wall and everything...) THANK YOU FOR THIS MASTERPIECE OF A PROMPT!!!
I loved writing these headcanons and may have fallen into a 3-hour rabbit hole about Asian F4 teams? ADHD isn't a joke xD
If you want a full imagine, my DMs are WIDE OPEN. 🏁 I hope it's what you wanted, if not - let me know.
– c – 💜 ohh and THANK YOU
P.S. tumblr decided to crumble every time I tried to add pics, and my migraine is currently killing me, so please forgive me for the missing pics...
BTS as Racing Dads Headcanons
Pairings: OT7 x Child!Reader (Parent/Child Dynamics)
Rating: PG (K+)
Genre: family fluff, sports drama, hurt/comfort
Warnings: none
KIM NAMJOON (RM)
CHILD
Name: Soo-Yeon (she/her)
Team: Prema Racing (F4 → F3 → F2), Possible Future: Red Bull Junior Team (Engineering-Focused Development Route)
[note: she’ll probably be the only driver who sends Prema engineers correction emails with footnotes]
Personality:
cerebral introvert
quiet obsession for motorsport engineering
not drawn to the glamour of racing but to the physics of it
= fluid dynamics, tire compounds, energy recovery systems
bedroom walls plastered with diagrams of F1 aerodynamics
scribbles differential equations on her homework
HOW IT BEGINS
at age 12
she stumbles upon a documentary about Adrian Newey
becomes fixated
builds miniature wind tunnels out of cardboard and obsessively testing toy car designs
Namjoon finds her at 2 a.m.
= adjusting the angle of a paper rear wing with surgical precision
First Conversation
“Appa, did you know downforce is just controlled air resistance? It’s… math in motion.”
he blinks
coffee forgotten
“You… built this?”
kneels beside her
studying her makeshift lab
“Explain it to me. Slowly.”
NAMJOON’S REACTION
Initial Thoughts
Pride
“She’s a genius. A literal genius.”
Worry
“Racing is dangerous. What if she gets hurt? What if the world exploits her mind?”
Guilt
“Did I push her into overthinking? Is this my fault?”
What He Says
Day 1:
“Let’s start with the basics. What’s your favorite part? The engineering or the speed?”
Week 2:
“I found a junior karting team with a good engineer. Interested?”
SUPPORT & SACRIFICES
education first
enrolls her in STEM camps
tho lets her skip lectures to shadow a Hyundai N mechanic
“Experience is the best teacher.”
karting phase
buys a used kart
insists she designs the modifications herself
“You want to race? Build it first.”
they spend nights in the garage
her hands greasy, his glasses smudged
safety obsession
researches FIA safety protocols
gifts her a custom HANS device for her 15th birthday (Head and Neck Support device)
“Your brain is your greatest asset. Protect it.”
CONFLICTS
First Crash
she flips her kart during a test run
he sprints to the track
panic clawing his throat
finds her already out, scribbling notes on a clipboard
“The roll cage held! My calculations were right!”
His Response
Outward Calm
“Good. Now let’s improve the chassis.”
Inward Meltdown
calls Yoongi at 3 a.m
“Hyung, what if I’m failing her, what if she gets hurt?”
LEAP TO F4
at 15/16
recruited by a Formula 4 team
he negotiates her contract
adding clauses for academic continuity
“You’ll finish school. And change the game.”
Proudest Moment
watching her explain energy recovery systems to engineers twice her age
“That’s my kid...”
Quote to Her
“You’re not just a driver. You’re a visionary. Make them see it too.”
KIM SEOKJIN (JIN)
CHILD
Name: Ha-Eun (she/her)
Team: Kart Republic → Iron Dames (F4/F3), Possible Future: Ferrari Driver Academy (if she pushes herself hard)
Personality
bubbly, competitive extrovert
lives for the thrill of the race and the cheers of the crowd
she’s less about the mechanics
more about the drama
customizing her kart with glitter sticker
naming it “Pink Lightning”
trash-talking Jin (and the rest of Bangtan) during backyard races
her dream?
= be the first (female) F1 driver with a themed victory dance
HOW IT BEGINS
during a family outing at an amusement park
she drags Jin to the go-kart track
overtakes him on the final lap
“BYE, APPA!”
staff hands her a plastic trophy
“I’m gonna be a racing queen.”
First Conversation
Ha-Eun: “Appa, I’m faster than your dad jokes!”
Jin: “Yah! That’s Worldwide Handsome’s kart you’re insulting!”
fake-pouts, then grins
“But fine. Let’s see if you can handle real competition.”
JIN’S REACTION
Initial Thoughts
Pride
“She’s a star. A sparkly, chaotic star.”
Panic
“What if she flips the kart? What if someone breathes on her wrong?”
Excitement
“Finally, a worthy rival for my Singin’ in the Rain karaoke crown.”
What He Says
Day 1:
“Okay, champ. Rule #1: Always let your Appa win. Rule #2: Never follow Rule #1.”
Week 2:
“I booked us matching racing suits. Yours has glitter. Mine has my face.”
SUPPORT & SACRIFICES
themed training
turns practice into “Jin/ Ha-Eun Grand Prix” events
cones become “dinosaur obstacles”
pit stops involve juice boxes and dad-joke riddles
“What’s a race car’s favorite snack? Vroom-sticks!”
safety first (but make it fashion)
buys her a neon pink helmet with “PRINCESS OF SPEED” on the side
“Safety’s boring unless it’s fabulous.”
secretly researches the safest tracks
social media hype
posts slow-mo videos of her wins set to “I’m the Best” by 2NE1
caption: “Future F1 CEO. (P.S. I taught her everything.)”
CONFLICTS
First Loss
she loses a local race by 0.5 seconds
throws her gloves
yelling
“I HATE KARTING!”
Jin’s Response
outward calm
“Okay, let’s hate together. Dramatic sigh I hate… broccoli. And slow Wi-Fi.”
inward angst
texts Yoongi
“How do I fix a broken heart? Asking for a tiny dictator.”
solution
hosts a “Losers’ Party” with pizza, disco lights, and a dance-off
“Win the next race, and we’ll crash a real F1 party. Deal?”
LEAP TO COMPETITIVE KARTING
at 11
she joins a regional league
he becomes her hype man
waving a custom banners
“HA-EUN: FASTEST & PRETTIEST.”
Proudest Moment
watching her podium speech
“Thanks to my Appa, who’s almost as cool as my kart.”
he fake-sobs into the mic
“She’s lying! I’m cooler!”
Quote to Her
“Remember: If you’re not first, you’re… still my favorite. But always try to be first.”
note: definiteley plays EA F1 with her, or the sim but NEVER wins
MIN YOONGI (SUGA)
CHILD
Name: Yumi (she/her)
Team: Hitech GP or ART Grand Prix, Possible Future: Alpine Academy (quiet prodigy path)
[note: pit engineers start whispering, “She sees lines we don’t” after analyzing her onboard footage]
Personality
fierce, stubborn introvert with a gasoline-and-metal soul
she’s tactical
calculating lap times in her head during dinner
thrives under pressure
her idea of small talk?
“Appa, do you think Verstappen’s tire strategy in Singapore ’23 was reckless?”
HOW IT BEGINS
at 10 (after years of building Carrera tracks, and decorating her walls with team posters)
she discovers an old racing sim in Yoongi’s studio
he’d bought it years ago (probably for a one time try)
she sneaks in
cracks the top 10 global leaderboard under the username “SHADOWSPEED”
Yoongi finds her asleep at the rig
hands still gripping the controller
First Conversation
“…You did this?”
gestures to the screen where her lap record glows
Yumi: “It’s not hard. Just physics.”
Yoongi: “Wear these. The engine sounds are better.”
silently hands her his noise-canceling headphones
YOONGI’S REACTION
Initial Thoughts
Pride
“She’s a goddamn prodigy.”
Terror
flashbacks of his own accident
= rain-slick roads, injured shoulder, the smell of burnt rubber
“What if she…?”
Resolve
“If she’s gonna do this, I’ll make sure she’s safe. Even if it kills me.”
What He Says
Day 1:
“You want to race? Fine. But you learn to fix the engine first.”
Week 2
slaps a fireproof racing suit on the kitchen table
“Try it on. Before you argue.”
SUPPORT & SACRIFICES
karting phase
buys a secondhand kart
spends months reinforcing the chassis himself (with her)
“Safety isn’t optional. Ever.”
F4 debut
pulls all strings to get her a spot on a team
insists on meeting every engineer
“The car’s data system is shit. Upgrade it or I walk.”
rainy day ritual
texts her a single emoji before wet races: 🌧️
code for “Don’t be a hero. Just come home.”
CONFLICTS
Crash
she spins out during a monsoon-like F3 qualifier
Yoongi watches from the pit wall
jaw clenched so tight he almost cracks a molar
when she limps back, he barks
“You’re done.”
Her Rebellion
Yumi: “You don’t get it! This is my life!”
Yoongi: “I do get it. I’ve..”
slams his fist on the table
voice shaking
rolls up his sleeve
shows the surgery scar on hie shoulder
“This is what ‘life’ looks like when it goes wrong.”
Resolution
they don’t speak for days
Yoongi appears at her door with a helmet
modified with extra impact padding
“Race smart. Or I’ll sell the sim.”
SUZUKA GIFT
her 14th birthday
he tosses her an envelope
inside, two VIP passes to the Japanese Grand Prix
“Pack your bags. And… bring a notebook. Take notes on the real pros.”
At Suzuka
she vibrates with excitement
scribbling notes on tire temps and apex speeds
Yoongi is silent
grips her hand during the start
“If you ever…”
he stops
clears his throat
“Just watch, yeah?”
that night, he admits it over ramen
“I hate this. But I'd hate seeing you not do it more.”
ONGOING SUPPORT
custom safety gear
commissions a fireproof suit
her name stitched inside
“For luck. Don’t tell the team.”
post-race ritual
plays her a lullaby-like piano track he composed
“Checkered Flag Lullaby”
it calms her adrenaline
legacy
secretly funds a junior racing scholarship in her name
“So the next kid doesn’t need a scared shitless dad to make it.”
JUNG HOSEOK (J-HOPE)
CHILD
Name: Min-Jae (he/him)
Team: Williams Racing Young Design Talent → Karting Support Team Livery Artist → Mercedes Junior Creative Division, Possible Future: Lead Livery Director for Mercedes or independent design phenom running his own F1 visual branding agency
Personality
bubbly, hyper-creative whirlwind with a neon imagination
hands are perpetually stained with marker ink
tarted sketching liveries at 5
he talks a mile a minute about "making cars dance with colors!"
he names his designs things like “Rainbow Rocket” and “Glitter Shark”
HOW IT BEGINS
at 5
Min-Jae scribbles a chaotic, crayon masterpiece on the living room wall
= a race car with rainbow flames and polka-dot wheels
J-Hope, mid-dance practice, freezes
“Yah! Is that… a car?”
he beams
“Appa, it’s faster than your moves!”
First Conversation
“Explain this. Now.”
trying to sound stern but failing miserably
Min-Jae: “The polka dots are speed bubbles! And the rainbow is for when it flies!”
J-Hope: “…You’re a genius. But never draw on walls again. Here, use this.”
hands him a F1 sketchbook
J-HOPE’S REACTION
Initial Thoughts
Pride
“My kid’s a creative monster! Look at those colors!”
Panic
“How do I nurture this without our house turning into a graffiti warzone?”
The last thing Taehyung expected was to end his routine trip with a man falling into his arms and being the answer to what he’d only just begun searching for.
Please Read: Kim Taehyung (BTS V) one-shot, exes-to-lovers, jealousy, Fic!Taehyung has possessive and dominating tendencies, intense yearning, passionate romance, cheating (by Y/N on her fiancé), mentions of physical intimacy, taehyungxfem!reader
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"A solitary glimpse of yours leaves me threadbare,
hopelessly flailing, but, in love, nevertheless"
V, a single alphabet, bold-lettered etching sets her heart racing.
The pristine, white wedding gown sat nestled atop the oak-wood table and its mermaid silhouette seemed to smoulder in the dim-lit crevice of the room, much to the chagrin of Y/N.
The tag of the custom designer-wear glowered at her: V, a single alphabet, bold-lettered etching on the label set her heart racing at an abnormal pace, almost as if replicating her desire to run away from the guilt collating at the pit of her stomach or the peculiar tightening of her chest.
Junmyeon's tranquil aura and pure-hearted smile wafted through her conscience once again; perhaps she could wrest the strength from her mind and body to marry him on the forthcoming Friday, in a mellow afternoon ceremony in a small-town, tucked deeply into the countryside, just like they had always envisaged. Perhaps, the wedding could extinguish the soul-splitting wildfires raging in her thoughts, once and for all. Perhaps, a sacred commitment to Junmyeon wouldn't let her thoughts linger on the pair of deep-set eyes that seemed to permeate through her entire being, with a blistering intimacy that nearly turned her inside-out.
Her stint as a fashion designer with the luxury brand V had been punctuated with an array of achievements: she had conceptualised the aesthetic for the seasonal collections, worked on assortments of exquisite accessories, undertaken painstaking market-research, overseen the creation of mood-boards and most ardently, catered to the whimsical demands of the creative director, Kim Taehyung.
Taehyung's whiplash-inducing attitude often left her enervated, but, determined nevertheless. Soon enough, their workplace equation ambled into convoluted territory once Taehyung made his feelings for Y/N well-known. Tussling with her own complicated emotions for Taehyung, Y/N relocated her enviable professional achievements and aspirations and left V behind to join another fashion house, only to have a trove of the remnants of a past and an unfinished romance follow her around which inched closer with every breath that she took.
After almost a year of a stretching communicational void with Taehyung, seeing a wedding dress, marked with the label V, stupefied Y/N. In the past year she had met Junmyeon, fallen for his good soul, his simplistic, translucent charm; there was nothing complicated about him, no serpentine schemes simmering beneath his skin and no façades; he had to be the one. On a summer night, whilst Y/N swayed in her seashell-blue dress, Junmyeon proposed, and Y/N could not come up with a coherent reason to say no, so she wore an amiable smile and nodded. Junmyeon was overjoyed, so she decided she should be too.
Taehyung's name continued to flitter through her thoughts, indelible and somehow, even more stubborn after her engagement. As Y/N agonised over the delivery of the wedding dress that she had not even ordered, a knock resounded through the quiet room. Y/N realised how late it was, and cautiously peeked through the peephole carved in the door; it was the Kim Taehyung himself, in all his unholy glory, black-shirt crumpled after a workaday, the top two buttons undone, chocolate curls disheveled and splayed across his forehead, leaning against the door-frame. Y/N let out a sigh, baffled and yet, not surprised by his visit.
As palpitations reverberated through her body, Y/N unlocked the door, to face Taehyung; there were dark purple half-moons buried underneath the folds of his hypnotic eyes, his sweat-drenched hair was not its usual immaculate self and a bewildering smirk hung on his impossibly pink lips: how could he manage to look so ravaged and enchanting at the same time?
"Hope the gown is to your liking. I toiled day and night to craft the perfect gossamer, untainted snow-white wedding couture that you had always wanted. Consider it a parting gift from the V house of fashion. I would be lying if I said I did not feel envious of the way the fabric gets to cling to your waist," he drawled.
Taehyung's presence in the confining space of the doorway was suddenly heavy, almost oppressive. Y/N found herself curling inwards, shrinking herself as he loomed, eyeing Y/N. Y/N could not utter the words she had been mentally rehearsing for months; his midnight eyes seemed to singe her very soul. She wore a blank expression; her lips were parted but, remained wordless.
"I read about you and Junhyuk. Perhaps you already have a dress. But is it as dreamy as the one I designed for you?" a haughty smile latched onto his godly features.
"Junmyeon. His name is Junmyeon. And yes, your parting present is a little too late, and I already have a dress that I plan on wearing on my wedding day. Thank you for your concern, but, it is not really needed," Y/N suddenly found herself fuming at his audacity, and more so, at his ability to be so alluring even in his passive-aggressive hostility.
Y/N huffed and trudged through the corridor towards the living room, knowing Taehyung would follow. He deftly shut the door with his boot-clad foot and twisted the doorknob, savouring the residual warmth with his palm: the warmth that was smattered on it from the moment when Y/N had clutched, twisted and untwisted it, in dizzied anticipation after seeing his face.
"I will make you some coffee. Then you may be on your way, and please take the dress with yourself, perhaps, it could be a display in one of your offices, for the interns to emulate. It is too beautiful to perish in the corner of my wardrobe," Y/N willed herself not to look into his eyes, which seemed to carry a skyful of intensity, and wreak havoc on her knees, making her feel collapsible, feeble and powerless under his gaze; as she turned towards the kitchen, she felt a sharp tug at the small of her back.
Taehyung spun Y/N, spread his legs, trapping her between them and rested his large hands on her waist, and the heat garnered within his fingertips soaked through her flimsy camisole top, scorching her insides. He patiently studied the contours of her face, softly tucking a stray lock of her hair behind her now reddened ear, and his eyes leisurely strolled over the nape of her neck and the crescent-pendant hanging lowly onto the dip of her cleavage. Y/N's quivers melted into his warm, honeyed skin as she attempted to gather the courage to push him away, but she felt utterly depleted by his all-consuming stare.
"Wonder how Junmyeon would feel about this," Taehyung said in a hoarse whisper, tangling his right hand with her hair and unhurriedly leaning towards Y/N's lips. She could smell the faint traces of whiskey and the afterthought of a mint on his breath; his cologne seemed to cloud her senses, and overpower her rationality. Taehyung grabbed her wrists, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them, the pendant gifted by Junmyeon teetered on the seams of her top, as her chest touched Taehyung's firm one. With a careful tilt, Taehyung lifted Y/N's chin with his fingertip, compelling her to look at him, almost as if he could feel her visceral weakness.
There was something peculiarly animalistic about how he gasped and littered her neck with open-mouthed kisses, and Y/N, like a docile prey, submitted. It was an emotional stature that she had never experienced with Junmyeon: the relationship that she had with him felt equal, but, with Taehyung, it was always him who had the upper hand. The chasm of inequity between Y/N and Taehyung was almost palpable: he was alarmingly controlling and made her feel vulnerable and helpless; in retrospect, it was one of the reasons that she had chosen to leave the relationship behind, but, Taehyung continued to be the perpetual subject of her yearning, her favourite "what if" to obsess over.
"You should leave," Y/N whispered and Taehyung, towering over Y/N, responded with a dry chuckle, cupping her face and stroking her cheekbones excruciatingly slow, as his other hand slithered its way down to her chest, making her choke out breathless whimpers.
"I only came here to congratulate you. Does it feel liberating to marry him? Does it feel good to see me writhe in pain? Isn't this what you wanted? I bet your Junmyeon is so good to you," Taehyung gritted the last bit of the sentence through his teeth whilst toying with the spaghetti straps of her top.
"Taehyung, I hate to break it to you, but, you cannot come here on the pretext of the dress or congratulating me, only to mess with my head. Please," Y/N stated, pushed his chest away with her hands, lightly, and half-heartedly. Seeing him again had stirred up emotions within her that she so desperately wanted to obliterate.
"I would leave. But, only after you assure me that you no longer feel anything for me," Taehyung grumbled, responding to her resistance by pinning both her forearms against the wall.
Y/N's trembling lips did not hold an answer; all that they did encase was temptation. Taehyung found himself inexplicably drawn to her from the very day they had begun working together. A year from their breakup, learning about her engagement to Junmyeon had profoundly wrecked him; it had been a routine Saturday as he worked on the designs for an upcoming collection, when he came across a tabloid article about SH Limited conglomerate founder, Junmyeon's proposal to the celebrity fashion designer, Y/N; she had said yes, and it was rumoured that a date had already been set. He roamed through his beachside penthouse with a crazed look plastered on his face, unable to accept the reality or even form an appropriate response to the whole ordeal. Melancholic thoughts whizzed through his head at the sight of Junmyeon in the morning paper, which he ended up crumpling and throwing in the trashcan. It wasn't until the very last week until her wedding that Taehyung could bring himself to face her.
"Taehyung, I am not capable of lying to you. So, I want you to know that I feel a certain way for you and I would always do. But, I cannot hang on to that feeling for the rest of my life. I love Junmyeon," Y/N muttered in a low tone, almost as if lulling herself into denial.
"Love Junmyeon? Do not humour me. Why are you trying so hard to act like you belong to someone else when all you know is how to be mine. You have always been mine. I have ached ever since the day you chose not to be with me," Taehyung placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, with his fingers lightly nipping at the waistbands of her mini-skirt. Y/N ripped his hands away from her lower abdomen and exhaled sharply; there was no winning when it came to Taehyung.
"Please let me be a better boyfriend. Please let me do better this time. You said I stifled you with my possessiveness, right? That little Junmyeon of yours, I bet he is no angel, especially after he will find out about today. I will tone it down. I will be whoever you need me to be," Taehyung was the one pleading and yet, it was him who seemed to dominate the milieu.
"Can you feel just what you do to me?" Taehyung bent his knees, angling them around Y/N's thighs and pressed his core against Y/N's stomach. After drinking in the visual of a Y/N who is short of breath, desperately trying to form a smart comeback but, ultimately surrendering to Taehyung's dark enticement, he reveled in the feeling of having vanquished her reluctance and her rejection; he had finally defeated Junmyeon.
Taehyung dropped his head down and swiftly placed his lips on Y/N's. His hands hovered over her exposed back, holding onto her greedily. Their mouths moved in unison, with Taehyung hungrily swallowing her sighs and her moans. His right hand trailed over her soft thigh, lifting her skirt and leaving behind a stream of flames on Y/N's skin. "I am sorry. I love you, I love you. I cannot believe you are all mine," he chanted as he peeled the straps of her top off her shoulders.
Y/N woke up to sunlight flooding her room and a familiar face peering at her through his dark-hued curls. She wrapped the silk duvet around her unclothed body as she looked groggily at Taehyung, who was sprawled in a tiger-like disposition on her bed, smiling victoriously.
"You cannot marry Junmyeon in good conscience after this, can you?"
A wistful tear rolled down Y/N's cheek when she saw the crescent pendant carelessly thrown across the bedroom as she felt Taehyung push her hair aside and place a delicate kiss on her shoulder blade.
"So, when does the Junmyeon-purge begin?"
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The room was silent, yet danger pulsed in every molecule of air. The scent of old black leather, expensive whiskey, and Jungkook’s unique, cool fragrance... these smells defined the boundaries of this dark world.
Jungkook stood in the center—small, slender, and trembling fiercely. He wasn't physically bound, but the luxurious walls of the room around him, the ornamental knives, and the silent bodyguards... all clearly conveyed his lack of freedom.
The door opened. Jimin arrived—blindingly beautiful, with a cruel flash in his eyes. He was 'The Blood Lord,' the Mafia Don. His face, angelic as it was, held a soul colder than old stone.
He walked straight toward Jungkook—slowly, yet every step seemed to vibrate through the room.
"My little Bunny," Jimin’s voice was as sweet as honey, but it sounded like the click of a cage door locking. "You tried to run. Didn't you know you belong only to me?"
Jungkook lifted his head. His eyes were wide with fear, but held a persistent spark of defiance. "I don't belong to you. You are keeping me here by force."
Jimin chuckled—a tiny sound, almost imperceptible. But the humor didn't reach his eyes. He placed his hand on Jungkook's shoulder, feeling the tension there.
"Strong words," Jimin praised, his fingers brushing the pulse point on Jungkook's neck. "But your body tells lies. Feel how fast your heart races under my touch."
Jungkook stopped breathing. The touch, the dominance, and the forbidden pull... all were suffocating him. He wanted to push Jimin away, but his feet felt glued to the floor.
Jimin's face leaned closer to Jungkook's ear. His voice was now barely a whisper. "You are not just my pet, Jungkook. You are my obsession. I don't want to steal your freedom. I want you to surrender to me willingly."
Jungkook's jaw tightened. Everything in the room knew that tonight would either break him—or his own attraction to this Don's cruelty would break him instead.
Jimin’s touch was the only warmth Jungkook could feel, and it was the most dangerous heat imaginable. His fingers were still curled around Jungkook’s throat, not squeezing, but a constant, silent promise of absolute control.
"Surrender is not a request, little one," Jimin murmured, pulling Jungkook flush against the silk lapel of his expensive suit. The smell of whiskey and power was intoxicatingly close. "It is an inevitability."
Jungkook tried to push away, his palms flat against Jimin’s chest. The action was weak, desperate. "You can kill me, but you can’t make me yield."
A low, amused rumble vibrated through Jimin’s chest. He didn't release the captive; instead, he lifted his other hand and gently tucked a strand of dark hair behind Jungkook’s ear, his cold skin trailing against the sensitive curve.
"Killing you is a waste of a beautiful toy," Jimin corrected, his crimson eyes gleaming with possessive hunger. "I prefer to change your mind. To teach you where your loyalty lies."
Jimin stepped back, releasing his throat, but the sudden freedom felt worse than the restraint. Jungkook gasped, trying to reclaim his equilibrium, but Jimin’s sharp grin didn't allow it.
"You look thirsty," Jimin said, nodding toward the crystal decanter on the massive mahogany desk. He picked up a glass of dark amber liquid. "Drink."
Jungkook stared at the glass. It wasn't poison—Jimin wasn't crude. It was a test. A demand. "I don't take orders."
Jimin sighed dramatically, walking toward him with the glass in hand. He stopped directly in front of Jungkook, towering over him, and tilted the glass slightly, letting a single drop of the expensive liquor run down the side.
"You will drink it," Jimin stated, his voice losing its velvet edge, becoming steel. He grasped Jungkook's jaw firmly, forcing his eyes to lock. "And when you do, you will remember who gave it to you. Who owns the very air you breathe in this room."
He pressed the rim of the glass against Jungkook's lips. The moment Jungkook's tongue flickered out to taste the bitter, warm liquid, Jimin’s eyes darkened with raw satisfaction.
He yielded. Not to the glass, but to the will behind the command.
Jimin watched him drain the glass, his own breathing quickening. When Jungkook finished, Jimin threw the glass carelessly onto the thick rug, reaching out to cup the back of Jungkook's neck.
"Good boy," Jimin whispered, the praise a devastating form of control. "Now, we begin the real training."
The broken glass was swept away, but the lingering taste of whiskey and defeat remained on Jungkook’s tongue. He stood motionless, his eyes blazing with a mixture of shame and the dangerous spark of a developing addiction. He had yielded once; the second time would be easier, Jimin knew.
Jimin circled him slowly, predator evaluating prey. His fingers trailed the sharp line of Jungkook's shoulder, down his arm, until he grasped his wrist.
"The training is simple," Jimin’s voice was a low hum, intimate and chilling. "Every refusal is met with a reward you desperately crave. Every surrender earns a punishment that strips away your control."
Jungkook inhaled sharply when Jimin pulled his wrist up, pressing a sharp kiss against the inside of his elbow—a point that felt far too vulnerable. "You think you can break my mind with parlor tricks?"
Jimin chuckled, pulling the wrist behind Jungkook’s back, pressing their bodies close together. Jungkook felt the solid warmth of Jimin’s body, the hard lines of the suit, and the overwhelming scent of wealth and danger.
"I don't need parlor tricks, little one. I just need honesty," Jimin whispered, his breath hot against Jungkook's ear. "Tell me what you fear most in this room."
Jungkook remained silent, clenching his jaw, refusing to give his captor the weapon of his weakness.
Jimin’s hand moved, not to punish, but to touch the small, silver chain hanging around Jungkook's neck—a simple gift Jimin had given him the day he arrived, now feeling like a leash. He pulled it, forcing Jungkook’s head back to rest against his shoulder.
"You fear this," Jimin murmured, turning them slightly to face the enormous, gilded mirror that dominated the wall. "You fear seeing the truth: that the cold, powerful Don—the man you hate—is the only one who can make your body feel something other than terror."
In the mirror, Jungkook saw them: the pale, beautiful predator looming behind the dark-haired captive. It wasn't the image of a captor and a victim; it was the horrifying reflection of a new, twisted unit.
Jimin's lips brushed the skin just beneath Jungkook's ear. "Look closely, Bunny. You are mine. You want to be mine. Say it."
Jungkook's eyes were wide, dark, and utterly lost in the reflection. He felt the cold pressure of Jimin's signet ring against his pulse, the overwhelming sense of ownership. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out—only a ragged, silent plea.
Jimin smiled, knowing he had won the first, crucial battle. He turned Jungkook back around, finally letting go of the chain, but replacing the restraint with his eyes.
"We have plenty of time," Jimin promised. "Plenty of time for you to learn to speak my language."
Jungkook couldn’t escape the reflection, even with his eyes closed. The image of his body pressed against Jimin’s, the perfect picture of ownership, had branded itself onto his mind. He was still standing where Jimin had left him, the silence of the room now a mocking witness.
Jimin returned, shedding the tailored suit jacket and rolling up the cuffs of his expensive white shirt. The subtle movement was entirely domestic, yet it felt like a dangerous preparation. His gaze never left Jungkook.
"You've been quiet," Jimin noted, his voice softer than usual, a false calm that was more terrifying than rage. "Have you finally decided what you want to say?"
Jungkook forced himself to move, taking two steps back, putting distance between them. "I want to leave."
Jimin smiled, that perfect, cruel curve of his lips. "Incorrect. That is what you think you want. What you truly want is for me to stop fighting you. To stop testing your limits."
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a key—a small, intricate silver thing that looked like an antique. He tossed it casually, letting it clatter softly onto the mahogany desk.
"That key opens the door to this room," Jimin explained, walking around the desk to stand between Jungkook and the exit. "It’s unlocked. You are free to take it and walk out."
Jungkook stared at the key. It was a vicious trick. He knew the building was surrounded by guards, that the city was Jimin’s playground. The freedom offered was an illusion, but the temptation—the possibility—made his heart pound painfully.
He took a hesitant step toward the desk.
"Go on," Jimin urged, leaning against the wood. "Take it. Prove that your defiance is stronger than your fear of the outside world now that you belong to me."
Jungkook reached out, his fingers hovering inches above the cold silver. He knew if he failed, the punishment wouldn't be physical, but a profound, deep psychological humiliation that would seal his fate forever. He couldn't risk the failure. He couldn't give Jimin the satisfaction.
His hand retracted, clenching into a fist.
Jimin didn't move, but a dark, devastating wave of triumph washed over his features. "Wise choice, my pet."
He pushed off the desk and walked to Jungkook, stopping barely a breath away. His hands went to the buttons of Jungkook's shirt, his eyes never leaving his captive's.
"Your reward for choosing the safety of my cage," Jimin whispered, slowly unfastening the first button, then the second. "You need to be reminded of what is truly yours, and what is irrevocably mine."
Jungkook shivered, not in fear, but in the agonizing anticipation of a touch he was starting to dread and desire in equal measure. He had lost the key, and in doing so, he had truly lost the last vestiges of his freedom.
The silk shirt lay discarded somewhere on the floor, joining the silver key that had bought Jungkook's eternal imprisonment. He stood exposed, every muscle in his body taut, waiting for the devastating lesson Jimin had promised.
Jimin moved closer, his fingers tracing the collarbones he had just uncovered. His eyes, usually predatory and cold, held a frightening mix of adoration and triumph. He was looking at his masterpiece.
"You chose me, Jungkook," Jimin whispered, his voice thick with satisfied possession. "You chose the cage, because deep down, you understood that only I could offer you the total security you craved."
Jungkook couldn't breathe, couldn't speak, could only feel the slow, methodical pressure of Jimin's hands on his skin. He had fought, he had resisted, but in the end, the sheer force of Jimin's will—and his own treacherous desire—had broken him down to this vulnerable state.
"Say it," Jimin commanded, leaning in, their lips nearly touching. This wasn't about violence anymore; it was about verbal, absolute ownership. "Say who you belong to."
Jungkook tried to resist one last time, a pathetic twist of his body. But Jimin held him steady, his touch suddenly rough, forcing the confession out.
"Y-Yours," Jungkook choked out, the word tearing itself from his throat, carrying the weight of all his shattered defiance. "I belong to you... Lord."
The title was the final, critical piece of the puzzle. Jimin’s entire body seemed to relax into a deep, consuming pleasure. His eyes fluttered closed for a second, savoring the sound.
When he opened them, the chilling veneer of the Blood Lord had cracked, replaced by the raw, consuming hunger of the Yandere.
"Good. My good, beautiful pet," Jimin murmured, pulling him into an embrace that was simultaneously crushing and comforting. "Now, I will show you what obedience earns."
He lifted Jungkook easily into his arms, carrying him toward the massive bed that dominated the far end of the room. Jungkook offered no resistance, his arms wrapping reflexively around Jimin’s neck. He was a creature trained, surrendered, and finally, irrevocably owned.
As Jimin lowered them onto the cold silk sheets, he looked down at the man beneath him—the fighter, the captive, now the devoted.
"You won't fear leaving this room anymore, Bunny," Jimin promised, his voice a possessive rumble. "Because soon, you won't even remember how to walk away."
The chains are internal now, and the Lord has claimed his Pet. ⛓️
Thank you so much for reading this intense journey! This story now belongs entirely to the darkness. Stay tuned for potential epilogues or sequel arcs!
Don't forget to show love to the muse who made this possible: @punni_krish ❤️🔥
