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slytherpuff relationships are the best
Fandom: BTS
Ratings: General
Warnings: None
Relationship: Park Jimin/ Jeon Jungkook
Characters: Kim Namjoon, Kim Seokjin, Min Yoongi, Jung Hoseok, Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung, Jeon Jungkook
Summary
Everyone knows that the first year Slytherin seeker Jeon Jungkook's biggest fan is not from his own house but a third year Hufflepuff named Park Jimin.
Link
https://archiveofourown.org/series/421642
devil games - part 4.
ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs; ᴇxᴘʟɪᴄɪᴛ ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ; ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ.
ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢs: ᴏᴄ & ʏᴏᴏɴɢɪ; ᴏᴄ & ᴛᴀᴇʜʏᴜɴɢ. + ᴏᴛʜᴇʀs.
ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ; ᴀɴɢsᴛ; sᴍᴜᴛ; ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ; ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ.
part 3
「 Ayoung 」
Ayoung was sat on her bed, her eyes glued on the floor as she didn’t move an inch under Taehyung’s piercing glare. Even though she wasn’t looking at him, she could feel his strong, cold presence and she was sure of one thing. He found out.
“So, you’ve been sneaking out? What are you, 14?” He asked her, confirming her suspicions. She looked up, locking eyes with the man.
“Well, since you wouldn’t let me go anywhere without someone watching, yeah, I did.” She replied with a small shrug.
“Where have you even been going? I offered you this deal and promised you can stop sleeping with random fucking men as long as you do what you’re told.” He announced, anger visible in his tone.
“I’ve been doing that for years and years, do you think that taking me out of it to be your fake little wife was going to get me to be thankful? Because I honestly don’t give a single fuck if you send me back or not. I still run the business and I’ll choose who I sleep with.” She argued, equally angry as he was.
It wasn’t like she needed him that much. Yes, he got rid of the rumors. But that’s the only thing she was ever going to thank him for. And seeing how controlling he was being lately, she was starting to regret that too.
“Don’t test me, Min Ayoung. You’re just a little whore anyway.” He spoke though his teeth, and raised one of his eyebrows, followed with a smug smirk as he grabbed her arm, forcing her to stand up and meet his level.
“You can’t hurt me with the truth, Taehyung. So leave me be the whore I truly am, and stop interfering with my business..” She frowned, pushing him and running out of the room. Her eyes scanned the hall and as soon as she located the bathroom and went straight inside, locking the door.
She knew she was playing with fire. At the end of the day, she signed the contract and he could do anything he wanted without being held responsible. Because she was his fiancée now.
“Get out right now, or I’ll destroy this door and you won’t like it.” He hissed from the other side of the door, punching it multiple times.
She wasn’t scared. But she knew he could hurt her and so she made small steps towards the door, gently unlocking it. The moment the small clicking sound had been heard, the door opened with a bang, startling her.
His expression was blank as he looked her up and down before grabbing her hand and slamming her body against the cold wall. His palms moved to her shoulders, resting on them as he looked her straight in the eyes.
“If you want to survive in this house, you’ve got to drop the attitude, love.” He smiled, like nothing ever happened. Like he wasn’t holding her against the wall, ready to do anything at the smallest move.
“You can’t threaten me.” She tilted her head to the side, looking him straight in the eyes, with the same determination he was trying to intimidate her with.
“That’s where you’re wrong. I can do anything I want, and there’s nothing you can do to stop me. So stop trying to act all though because I have the power in here.” He finished, letting go of her shoulders. He then slowly turned around, leaving her alone in the empty room, the cold silence slowly taking over her body.
「 Yoongi 」
Yoongi’s fingers lingered over the cold surface of the gun, his eyes scanning the small room from behind the big, black curtains. He got in without too much fuss and the few guards at the door were way more inexperienced than he expected.
Big mistake.
The target was sitting comfortably at his desk, having entered the room just a few seconds after he hid behind the curtain. His predator like movements were hard to intercept by almost anyone and certainly not by the man in a crappy suit, probably bought just to create the illusion of expensive taste.
He stuffed his mouth with one of the cupcakes laying on the big desk, while he reached the TV remote, turning the volume up. The sounds of the latest news filled the room, making it now totally impossible for him to hear Yoongi.
Second big mistake.
Yoongi couldn’t understand why anyone would want him dead. He seemed almost pitiful, but he wasn’t going to question anything more. He had a job to do.
Taking the gun out, he loaded it with one single bullet. It was enough to finish him and with his precision, there was no need for more than a try. He then placed the silencer on it, slowly screwing it around the top before taking a final look at the deadly weapon.
5 seconds.
That was all it took him to get rid of someone. 2 seconds were enough to shoot them. But he need the other 3 for his own enjoyment. Watching the fear in their eyes as they realized their life was about to end. As their body was getting ready to react but it remained paralyzed. Numb.
Sometimes it all got to him and he felt disgusting, a monster in disguise. But then he realized that everyone had a monster inside them and all it took was an opportunity for it to unleash itself and show the world what it’s made of.
He lived in the moment. And what was in front of him at that moment mattered the most.
With a smooth slide he positioned himself right in front of the man, covering the TV screen with his body. And then he pulled the trigger. No hesitation, no second thoughts.
He watched as the man’s body fell back on his chair, almost like he fell asleep. The only difference was that his eyes were open, the fear still captured in them as blood started running down his face.
He was often compared to a shadow. One second it was there, the next it disappeared. It was just a skill he needed to learn in order to become the best. And there were no mistakes, not a single clue that would lead to his discovery.
He jumped out the window with the same precision he came in, making sure to throw the gloves he’s been wearing in the closest bin. And then he was gone.
Another mission completed.
And another scar on his soul.
「 Ayoung 」
The sun set about an hour before Ayoung started walking back home. She could’ve called a driver but sometimes she just felt like a walk would do her so much better. It gave her time to think and to be fair, home wasn’t the place where she really wanted to be at the moment.
She decided the only way to stop violent arguments between her and Taehyung was to tell him the bare truth. And surprisingly, he was alright with it. As long as she kept the disguise and didn’t let anyone recognize her.
The city seemed pretty quiet but she was one of the few people that knew this was the time when it was actually alive. You just had to be in the right areas. Her steps went along the road and somehow, she ended up in front of it.
Club Luxure.
That was the sinful place that made her what she was now. It was hell and at the same time, the only place she knew all her life. And no matter how hard she tried to run away, she always ended up right back.
She could feel it drawing her in so she turned around, taking a deep breath. She made quick steps in the opposite direction, afraid that she might bump into someone that knew who she was.
The darkness seemed to fill up the whole street despite all the flashing lights of the clubs that were surrounding her and she was overwhelmed with a strong feeling of disgust, that was almost suffocating her.
She started running, eager to escape that place. She found it on her own, her steps took her there without her mind even being able to realize and she knew it wasn’t right.
Escape, she had to escape.
When she finally got back on the main street a deep sigh left her trembling lips as she stopped in her tracks, trying to calm down. It was getting really late and she had to get home or Taehyung was going to start questioning her.
The sight of the place did nothing more than to remind her how much she wanted to stay away from it. So she had to be careful from now on, or at least until she knew she was ready to go back there and confront it.
It wasn’t long until she was in front of the big mansion, a sudden feeling of relief taking over her. She left her shoes at the door and stepped in, a familiar back greeting her. It was the same person as last time, speaking to Taehyung.
Her presence interrupted their conversation and the man turned around as she stared at him in complete horror, recognizing him almost immediately. Now she understood why his deep voice sounded so familiar to her.
Yoongi.
So that was his true identity? A cold-blooded killer? That explained why he was in that corner shop with an open wound at that time.
She started at him blankly wondering what his next move was going to be. Was he going to say he knew her or pretend he doesn’t?
His expression changed into a serious one, “And who is this beautiful lady?” he then asked Taehyung, whose face was the epitome of anger.
“Go and change right now, that is not a way to meet someone new.” He spat, before turning to Yoongi, “I’ll properly introduce her immediately after she comes back, looking presentable.”
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Ayoung looked at herself in the mirror once again before she went back downstairs. She was wearing a tight, red dress that showed just the right amount skin, her lips matching with it perfectly. Her natural brown soft curls were simply styled and yet she looked like she spent hours getting ready.
She walked out of the room and slowly went down the stairs, the two men that were now seated on the big couch turning their attention on her. Yoongi’s expression remained the same despite his lips forming a smirk as he scanned her with every step she made.
Taehyung stood up grabbing her wrist to bring her closer. “I said presentable, not like a slut.” He whispered in her ear and she bit her lip, trying to hold her anger in. She wasn’t going to make a scene in front of Yoongi. That could wait.
“She’s my fiancée, Ayoung.” Taehyung spoke again, this time loud enough so Yoongi heard him. He stood up as well, offering his hand to greet her. She didn’t hesitate and took it while she leaned forward, placing a kiss on his cheek under Taehyung’s piercing glare.
“I’m Yoongi.” He smiled, still holding her hand and she felt a sudden urge to feel the taste of his lips. Too bad she couldn’t have it.
“You can go back now.” Taehyung said.
“Why? I think she should be here to hear my payment request because I just changed my mind.” Yoongi spoke, inviting them to sit down.
Ayoung did as he said, her expression full of confusion. She knew he was up to something, she could tell by looking in his eyes. What she was also sure of, was that Taehyung was probably going to hate it.
“What is it?” Taehyung asked him, picking up his glass of bourbon from the table.
“I’ll lower the price from 4 million to 3 but,” he paused, crossing his arms as his eyes adopted an eager look, “I get to spend a night with your so-called fiancée. I’m not stupid enough to think you two are in love and I know you’d love to spare a million. So, what do you say?”
Ayoung’s eyes searched for Taehyung’s in panic, but he seemed to be thinking about it. No, he couldn’t do that to her. Yes, it was Yoongi. And yes, she wouldn’t say no if they got to that point on their own. But to have to do it for money again sounded like the worst nightmare and her stomach turned upside down just at the thought.
And exactly when she decided to cling onto the last bit of hope, Taehyung’s voice echoed in the room, like an endless and painful song, “Deal.”
She couldn’t believe her ears. He said yes.
He fucking accepted his offer.
She abruptly stood up, taking Taehyung’s glass and finished it in one try before she threw the glass on the nearest wall, glass shards flying everywhere. “You fucking piece of shit.”
She then picked up two of the bourbon bottles on the table and stormed out of the house, not looking back. She knew she would have to eventually come back, she couldn’t sleep on the streets. But she need a moment by herself, a second to forget everything.
She was running, again. Running away from the hell her life has been and didn’t ever stop being, despite the illusions she had. All the nights she spent with strangers, all the pain she had to endure, the endless showers she had taken crying her heart out.
He promised her she wouldn’t have to do that again.
Lies, so many fucking lies. But she should’ve known better, it was all her fault after all.
She suddenly stopped realizing she was somewhere she’d never been before. Lost, confused, how even did she get there? With a sigh, she sat on the cement stairs, opening the first bottle.
As soon as she brought it to her mouth, she knew it was what she needed. And she needed more. She took long sips, taking in as much alcohol as she could. It didn’t take long until both the bottles were tumbling down the stairs, empty.
She wasn’t even thinking anymore, her senses were going crazy and her limbs were slowly going numb. She felt like she was dying, her stomach turning and her eyes not being able to stay open. But it worked, her mind wasn’t able to process anything in that moment.
She could vaguely hear some distant voices, but she couldn’t get her head to move in the direction of it. A sudden anxiety took over her body but she couldn’t move at all so she laid on the ground, her head pounding.
She tried to open her eyes, not being able to tell was happening around her but she could hear the voices louder now. Slowly, they started to focus again, realizing there were three men around her, scanning her hungrily.
“Miss, are you alright? Should we help you get home?” One of them asked, attempting to help her up.
“I’m... fine.” She managed to get out, pushing his hands away.
“We’ll help you get home, come on.” Another said and she faintly saw him wink at the others. Even in that state, she knew what was happening but she couldn’t do anything to escape. She was trapped.
“Leave me alone.” She got up, stumbling on her feet before falling down on her knees again. She couldn’t even get back up and the thought that she was now helpless in front of them gave her a strong feeling of nervousness. She could feel her whole body shiver as they got closer to her, the smell of sweat and alcohol invading her senses.
But right before any of them got to touch her, someone grabbed him and threw a few punches before he was bleeding on the ground. The same happened with the two other men and she could see them fighting back for a bit before they ended up like the first one.
Her vision was just getting blurrier as the man approached her and there was a split second of clarity, Yoongi’s soft expression meeting her eyes, before she passed out.
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thank you for reading!
part 5
Update
I´m trying my best to post something soon! I have so many ideas that I dont know what to begin with. Well, I think that two series are going to start soon. I hope you will like them :)
Working on something beautiful. I'll be sharing soon. #SholaAnimashaun #BTSwithShola #BTSseries #SholaAnimashaunPhotography
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2/? BTS Moments of I Hear Your Voice - acting like a dork then pretended like nothing happened
1/? BTS Moments of I Hear Your Voice - smelling and resting his chin on boyoung's head
