| in where It started off a normal Friday night out became the most important accident of a lifetime. it started off when your best friend Mina had dragged you to a rooftop bar in itaewon, the last thing you expected was to spend 3 hours talking to a stranger for the rest of the night. And that man just so happened to be the JEON JUNGKOOK.
Pairings - idol!jk x non!idol reader
Chapter warnings - fluff, a little angst, suggestive, kissing, smut, Jk being a absolute SIMP for his girl, oh and did I tell you fluff because there is ALOT of it, them just being couple goals.
(do not own any of these characters and this is purely just fanfic)
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The thing about living in Seoul for 5 years is that you stop being impressed by things. The Han river at sunset? Sure, pretty. Gyeongbokgung lit up at night? Sure it was nice. A rooftop bar in itaewon packed with overly pretty people on a Friday? Just another Friday.
That’s what you told yourself anyway.
As the night grew on Mina dragged you through the crowd by the wrist her other hand clutching her phone like it was a weapon which was typical of Mina. “I told you we needed to leave by eight” she shouted over the loud music “I told you”. You look at her and speak “you told me nine” she looks back “eight thirty” I respond back “that’s not eight”
She gave up with the arguing , she wouldn’t have won it with you anyway. Instead she pulled your wrist harder and you stumbled past a group of guys in some questionable bucket hats and tight skinny jeans, walked past a table of women celebrating something maybe a birthday? No maybe a breakup, or just the fact it was finally a Friday which meant looking forward to the weekend with no work — and finally out onto the terrace, where the air was cooler and the music was just a pulse beneath your feet.
“Okay” Mina dropped your wrist and smoothed her dress “we’re here. We’re fabulous. Drinks” I look at her “you didn’t tell me we were celebrating” she smirks at me that mischievous smirk like she was gonna do something stupid tonight “we’re celebrating the fact my boss approved my leave request and I don’t have to see his face for two weeks” she flagged down a sever. That’s worth at least three drinks tonight or more, definitely more” she winks. She was right because her boss was definitely a more than a dickhead he was one of those old creepy men that thought he was better than everyone else so yes it did call for celebratory drinks.
You laughed and Leaned against the terrace railing, looking out over the city. Seoul at night always did ignite something in you — all those city lights stacked up against the dark like someone had spilled a jar of fireflies across the hills. you’d come out from Busan to Seoul for a job opportunity and stayed because of moments like this. That was the truth even if you didn’t say it out loud to others.
“Stop thinking and and help me choose” Mina said, shoving the drinks menu at you. You had ordered something with a lot of alcohol something like a Long Island ice tea with far too much ice and turned back to the railing and that’s when you noticed him.
He was standing at the far end of the terrace, slightly apart from the group he was with, looking out at the same view. Dark jacket, hood half up, hands in his pockets. Not trying to be seen. There was something deliberate about the way he stood — like he’d found the one spot on the terrace where the light didn’t quite reach.
You looked away. Seoul was full of handsome men. Everyone knew that, it was a fact.
But then Mina pressed your drink into your hand and said “don’t look now” and of course you looked I mean that was the rule when someone says don’t look you have to anyway right? But of course, she meant him.
“Who is he?” You asked like a stupid person because right she would know a stranger looking at me but instead she just says “I said don’t look” I look at her again “you knew I’d look”. She laughed into her glass “I don’t know but I’ve been watching him for the last ten minutes and he keeps looking over here”
“At you?”
“No at you” she says sipping her drink. He was looking at me? I didn’t believe her. You sipped your drink and talked about her boss and the trip she was planning to jeju and whether or not you needed a new apartment. The normal things girls would speak about in their late 20s. Friday things. But every now and then you felt something, something like a pull like a thread being tugged from across the room and when you finally glanced over he was looking at the city again, or maybe he’d never been looking at you at all.
It was Mina who had moved first, because it was always Mina. She had said she needed the bathroom and disappeared, leaving you alone with your Long Island ice tea and the city lights and the distinct feeling of being watched. “You look like you’re trying to solve something” said a voice behind you.
You turned around. He’d moved without you noticing — or maybe you’d just stopped paying attention. Up close he was almost unfairly good looking. Strong jaw, dark eyes, lip piercing that just made him 10x more attractive. He was watching you with an expression that was hard to read. Curios, maybe. A little careful.
“Just looking at the view” you said
“Sure” he leaned on the railing next to you, not to close. “You’ve been staring at the same spot for twenty minutes, though”
I look at him “you’ve been watching me for twenty minutes?” The corner of his mouth moved. “Caught”. You didint say anything and neither did he. Below you Seoul kept doing its thing — taxis, neon lights and the distant sounds of someone’s music drifting up from the street.
“Do you come here a lot?” You asked, and then immediately wanted to die, because that was the worst sentence in the english language. But he just smiled— a real one this time, a little surprised, like he hadn’t expected you to be funny. “No not really, my friend picked it” he glanced back at his group “he has questionable taste”
“in bars?”
“In everything”
You laughed. He looked at you when you laughed, and something about the way he did it made you feel like you were the only person on the terrace.
His name, he told you was Jungkook.
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You had talked for two hours.
That wasn’t supposed to happen. You’d planned on two drinks, maybe three, a plate of something fried and home by midnight. Instead you ended up at a corner table with a man you’d met 2 hours ago and Mina had texted you a string of emojis that you chose to interpret as I’m fine, don’t worry about me and enjoy your evening.
Jungkook was easy to talk to. That was the disarming thing. He didint perform — didn’t lean forward too much or laugh too loudly or ask questions he clearly didn’t care about the answers to. He just listened. Actually listened. When you talked about your job — graphic design mostly for international clients, which meant weird hours and too much coffee — he asked follow up questions that made it clear he had heard every word.
“Do you like it?” He asked. I look at him “work? Yeah most of the time”
“There’s always a client who wants everything in comic sans” you watched him laugh. “What do you do?” A small pause echoed through the room before he spoke up “music” he said.
“Like producing? Or performing?”
“Both, Kind of”
“Are you good at it?”
He looked at you like that was the last question he'd expected. "I think so. I hope so." He turned his glass on the table. "It's hard to know. You get too close to it." "Yeah." You knew exactly what he had meant. "I have that with my personal work. The stuff I do for myself, not clients. I can't tell if it's good or if I just love it too much to see it clearly."
"Exactly." He said it quietly like you'd confirmed something. "Exactly that." His friends had mostly drifted inside. Mina had reappeared at some point, caught your eye from across the bar, given you a look that contained approximately six different emotions and disappeared again. You made a mental note to buy her dinner.
"Can I see your work?" Jungkook asked.
"Right now?"
"If you want." You pulled up your portfolio on your phone — not the client stuff but the personal pieces I had created, the ones you almost never showed people. He scrolled slowly, not rushing. He stopped on one a digital piece you made last winter, all blues and grays.A figure in a window looking out at a city that might have been Seoul or might have been nowhere.
"This one," he said.
"What about it?" I say
"It feels lonely but not in a sad way." He tilted his head slightly. "Like the person chose it."You stared at him. "That's yeah that's exactly what I was going for." He handed your phone back your fingers brushed and neither of you made a thing of it which somehow made it worse.
The bar was thinning out, the music had shifted to something slower, you were on your fourth drink, which was one more than you'd planned, and you were very aware of how close he was sitting — not inappropriately close, just close enough that you could have moved an inch and your shoulder would have touched his.
"I should probably find my friend," you said, not moving.
"Probably," he agreed, not moving either.
"She's going to have a lot of opinions." I say
"About what?" He says
"About this” you gestured vaguely at the table, at him, at the general situation. He smiled "What is this?"
"I don't know yet." He looked at you for a moment really looked, the kind of look that makes you feel slightly transparent — and then he said
"Do you want to get out of here?"
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Okay guys this is the first chapter of 8 letters!! Let me know what you think, there is gonna be a lot of chapters for this series some longer than others so updates will vary depending on how long the chapters will take me to write but so far I’m loving writing this! I have so many things I want to write about but I hope you liked this!
synopsis: Jokes about Jin's age are a given, but he'll remind you that age is just a number
A/N: The urge to scrap this was high, but then Catie ( @catiekayy ) talked me off the ledge, and here we are! Say "thank you, Catie" - PWP! JIN! 가자!!
Warnings: mdni, 18+, lowkey Dom! Jin, dirty talk, teasing, praise, unprotected, fall off the bed, established relationship, one bad joke about Jin's age, doggy go woof, a little dumbification, multiple orgasms, a little rough, creampie, suggestive ending, Jin big, etc.
WC: 1.6K+
[BE VERY AWARE, SMUT BELOW THE 'KEEP READING' TAG]
The boys always joked about Jin’s age, throwing little comments that exaggerated how old he really was, which quickly led to a fit of giggles that even made Jin laugh.
It’s funny little jabs that roll off Jin's shoulders with ease, even when he points a finger at whoever speaks up. There is no heat behind it as he smirks at them, and sometimes, he would even add on top of the joke, groaning a little, “I swear I used to be flexible!” Or “You’ll be my age soon enough!”
Which immediately earns another wave of giggles as Jungkook flashes him a cheesy grin and a, “And you’ll still be older!”
So, maybe that’s how you end up like this. Thighs quivering, your fingers gripping onto the corner of the bedsheet as Jin kept your hips tilted up. His strong thighs smack into the back of yours while his pelvis hits the curve of your ass over and over again. He's pounding the entire length of his cock into your pretty pussy without remorse, grumbling under his breath, while digging his fingertips into the soft squish of your hips.
He's punching out every garbled whine from your glossy lips as he quite literally fucks you into the mattress. Making you take everything with a, “Might be old, but I can still fuck you stupid.” It's a mean taunt that makes your gummy walls squeeze his shaft in tremors. The heat in your lower stomach twisted as you felt his breath on the back of your neck, his lips caressing the slope of your shoulder as you moaned.
You didn’t need to look at Jin to know he was smirking. The filthy wet “plap, plap, plap” sounds of your sweet pussy taking his cock were enough to stroke his ego and make his dick throb. He was rubbing his cock deliciously along your velvety walls as he fucked you like he was mad at you.
And you guess he just might be. Just a little, if so, and you knew exactly where you went wrong.
You had been with Jin for a while now, giggling along to the chaos all his friends brought when the seven of them got together, and shaking your head in amusement as they kept the jokes coming. They'd drag each other through the mud with cheeky grins and raised eyebrows, trying to one-up the other before someone was in tears with laughter.
And you hadn’t meant to laugh when the joke was used against Jin, but when the topic changed, you had barely registered the jab Jungkook said before you giggled.
He had said something about you dressing up this year as a nurse for Halloween, specifically a nursing assistant to squeeze just one more old joke at the expense of Jin, and you had laughed with a roll in your eyes because the truth was quite the opposite.
Jin may be the eldest in the friend group, but he was actually far from it mentally and physically. His nickname in group chats was “true maknae,” and he never failed to prove it with quick wit matched with a quicker laugh that was contagious to anyone who was around.
And for the physical part, well, you’d blush recounting the many times Jin showed just how spry he was behind closed doors with you.
His age really was just a number, so yes, you giggled, and Jungkook grinned - thinking you were laughing at his joke - while Jin’s eyes caught yours and sobered you up almost immediately. Just one look from him, and you knew you had fucked up.
“Why aren’t you laughing now, Baby?” Jin asked, and your eyes crossed lewdly when he leaned his weight on his hips, stuffing you full with a harder stroke that made your vision whiten. “All I can hear is this pretty pussy crying for more- begging for it, actually.“ His teeth gritted, and the suction of your drooling cunt made his hips stutter, proving his point.
You were so wet your arousal splashed each time his balls smacked into your puffy clit, sending you closer to the edge, literally, physically, and mentally. And you had a feeling that if you did fall face-first off the edge of the bed, it wouldn’t stop the lecherous strokes of his cock swabbing along your soft cervix. If anything, it’d give Jin a better angle to fuck you, and he huffed a delirious laugh as he rocked his hips forward while dragging you back to meet his obscene thrusts.
“Where you tryin' to go?” He teased, and your legs shook as your boyfriend clamped a large hand on the back of your neck, his palm digging between your shoulder blades to keep you from squirming away. “Don't turn away, your pussy doesn't want me to stop - heh- she’s slobbering all over me.”
And he wasn't wrong. The squelches of your pussy taking everything Jin gave only grew louder as your blush deepened on your cheeks, and your nails clawed at the bedsheets underneath you. “Oh! Jin, please, please!” It felt too good; you felt stupid. Your back naturally arched more, like a cat in heat, giving Jin a better angle to ruin you. "M'gonna cum, oh fuck-" Your gasps came up short, and your body jumped, trying to escape the delicious feeling of Jin's heavy cock bullying its way deeper.
But when you moved, so did he, following your fluttering cunt as you toppled over the edge of the bed. Your hands braced you on the floor, and Jin's hands clutched your hips, keeping your bottom half up on the bed with a bewildered laugh. "If you're gonna cum, it'll be on me, now stay still." He didn't even bother helping you up, just using the new angle to reach places you didn't know existed. "Let me feel ya'- that's it, open up for me just like that."
Your squeal gets ripped from your lips as he makes your toes curl in ecstasy. The rotund head of his cock kisses the back of your cunt with wads of precum, marking you deeper than before, and effectively making you cockdrunk. Your tongue lolls out, your eyes roll back, and Jin's grin is almost feral as he feels you clamp around him, gushing your orgasm all over his thick cock like he wanted.
He uses your sweet slick to keep pounding into you, listening to the way your pussy cries louder than your mouth as he fucks you through it. "Ah- jus' like that! Fuck! Keep going! Yes, yes!" Your words slur and your brain blanks as he abuses the soft, spongey spot inside you, rendering you speechless as he keeps going, as you asked.
You feel drool form at the corner of your lips, your thighs quivering as you barely hear Jin's praises. "Taking me so well. Feels like heaven, squeezing me like that, Baby." He huffs between grunts, sweat lining down his chest as he thrusts harder. The tufts of dark hair at his base were soaked with your arousal, and it only made him more cocky to see the way your pussy drooled for him.
He watched the way your pretty pussy slurped on his cock, creaming around his shaft, while his hands clutched the curves of your hips to keep you from fully falling off the bed. He was drunk off your pussy, delirious, and still riled up from before.
"Y'know what? I may be older, but you like that." He smirked, putting his body weight into each hefty roll of his hips. "No one younger can make you feel like this the way I can." It was a fact. He would make sure you would feel him hours later, whether by swirling his tip meanly against your cervix or by stuffing you full of his cum.
And he decided to do both.
" Gimme one more- jus' one more, Baby." Jin groans it like a mantra, brows furrowed, his bottom lip bitten in concentration as he reels his hips back before surging them forward again.
You were so warm and sloppy, dripping on him while he used you, and it really didn't take long before you were crying out his name - falling into your second orgasm with a squeal.
Your pretty pussy swallowed him to the hilt, fluttering around his shaft desperately while he grinded his hips into your ass, turning your brain into mush. And it was exactly what Jin needed to fall forward with a groan.
Your velvety walls milked his cock in waves, massaging his length and sending you both to the ground as he painted your weeping cunt white. His tip pulsed, spilling rope and after rope of his seed until you were filled to the brim, both of you relishing in the aftershocks of your orgasms.
And it takes you a few moments before you can unglue your tongue from the roof of your mouth, feeling like you ran a marathon. "I wasn't even laughing at you," you finally huffed, your heart racing in your ears.
Your words take a moment to process, and another moment for Jin to respond to. His age shows as he blinks. "What?"
"I was laughing at how wrong they were. You may be older, but only in age." You say with a roll of your eyes, grinning when Jin blinks again.
You think you will have to repeat yourself when he doesn't respond right away. But then he's rolling you both around until you're lying on top of him. Your back is to his chest, and your thighs are bracketing his legs when his hands slide down your soft body. One of his hands squeezes your breasts, while the other finds your clit, making you jolt as he places a kiss on the back of your neck.
"Well, good, take this as a reminder then." He hummed, and you felt the familiar heat pool in your lower stomach as he rubbed little hearts onto your sensitive clit. "Now show me just how much you like your men older."
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yknow who else gives me horrific baby fever? Jin. hear me out 🙏
(The episode where Jin hangs out with that little boy inspired this btw)
Like father like son. Jin sfw.
Everything about your son was precious; he was four, now. You remember when he was tiny: small enough to fit in Jin’s hands as a baby.
The way he was standing next to Jin all tall, little hands in his pockets, his dark hair cut like his father’s… you cant help but smile.
“You!” He calls to Jin. “Mama said to ask you….” He’s fumbling with his words.
“— Im sorry, what did you just call me?” Jin expresses, his eyes wide. “You? Is that how you talk to your father?”
“Yes.” Your son nods vigorously. “I want to go to the park and then I want… toys, at the store. Mama said I have to ask you.” He repeats
Jin looks at you, baffled. “Do you say yes to him when he asks like this?”
You shrink sheepishly. “Not all the time,”
“You should never!” He cant help but find it funny. Jin crouches to his son’s level. “What did you forget to ask me?”
Your son crosses his arms. “Nothing. I said I want…. I want… Mama!” He turns to you then, whining and making a sad face you just cant say no to.
You put your hands up in surrender. “Baby, you gotta ask him please. He’s being nice by taking you to the store when you ask.”
“I told you please!” He expresses loudly, flailing his hands. “I already told you ple-e-ase….” He pouts.
“Yes, but…”
It’s so hard to say no. He wasn’t technically wrong.
“He gets this from you,” you accuse Jin lightly, getting up so you could pick up your son.
“He does not get that from me.” Jin replies— in the exact same tone your baby just used. The evidence is right there.
“Its alright; just remember to say please and thank you when you ask for things okay?” You remind the little boy in your arms. He peeks over your shoulder to stick his tongue out at Jin.
Jin follows you, still exasperated. “I cant believe you’re enabling him. I was going to say yes, you didn’t have to- hey! What is that face?”
Your son laughs, making another silly face at him. Jin makes it back. These two… what were you going to do with them.
⟢ 𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗬. she needs the money to open her business and her friends know it. with her friends in the stripping business, she gets encouraged to work in the gentlemen's club, golden elite, without needing to work as a stripper and could be the girl who does every girl's makeup and their hair, or she could even be a waitress. y/n joins and gets hired by the girls' boss, jimin, who deems her as worthy. but, as soon as she’s hired, not just one but all 7 men start paying attention to the beautiful girl who takes away the spotlight even when she's not on the stage. and will do anything to prevent her shitty fiancé from dimming it.
⟢ 𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚. ceo/mafia!bts x employee!reader
⟢ 𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗥𝗘. strangers to enemies to lovers, dark romance, again i love YEARNING I LOVE TENSION I LOVE THAT FEELING OF FEELINGS PROGRESSING, angst, fluff, smut (maybe)
⟢ 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚(𝗦). dark romance that will include talks of human trafficking (not from the boys), drug usage and drug trafficking, real estate mention because the boys use real estate to get homes to do their business in and use the business to have connections with politicians, stalking, murder, mention of nudity, no cheating, they’re womanizers
⟢ 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘. i missed writing ot7 stories so, im very happy about this. pls be patient with me, i will let this simmer while i finish the other series. taglist is open.
⟢ 𝗘𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗘 𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗬𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧. skin, rihanna • stir fry, migos • maneater, nelly furtado • 7/11, beyoncé • lost in the fire, gesaffelstein, the weeknd • lil demon, future • rush, troye sivan • dance with me, 112 • hp, maluma • ayo technology, 50 cent, justin timberlake, timbaland • punto 40, rauw alejandro, baby rasta • EoO, bad bunny
you apply to a dating-show in hopes of winning enough money so you and your sister can live comfortably. what you didn’t know that you would be competing to death for the heart of one man while those on the dark web watched.
word count: 12.569
warning: several character death, blood, dark web, yandere tendencies, kissing, voyeurism, manipulative tactics, cult-like behaviors, orgy (ft. jimin+taehyung+jungkook), oral sex (f), unprotected sex, fingering, public sex, nipple sucking, dirty talk, overstimulation, creampie, exhibitionism,
Your eyes turn towards who is speaking. The woman is tall, her skin almond and seemingly shining beneath the golden lights of the mansion. Her hair is neatly slicked into a bun, not an out of place hair in sight. Her eyes are dark as they roam around the room at each one of the contestants. She raises a manicured hand, crimson nails going around to point at each of you - six women in total.
“This is a competition.” the woman says, lowering her hand. “You all are not friends.”
You don’t respond, opting to listen instead as the other women chatter amongst themselves. One thing for certain, you didn’t have to be told at all.
“For the past week, you along with hundreds of other women had fought diligently to be where you are standing now. This is your final challenge. Look to your left and your right, as you are now competing against your direct rivals.”
You glance around, the mansion surely was luxurious. It has the highest ceilings you’ve ever seen; not as if you’ve seen many. It’s bright with shining lights, a sparkling chandelier high on the ceiling that caught your attention upon having entered. The floors are marble and appear so clean that you could even see your reflection on it.
“You each have rooms located up the staircase.” the woman waves her hand to the large staircase, its carpets are dark and looks as if it wouldn’t squeak beneath your feet like the stairs you’ve grown accustomed to. “Your names are located on the door. Here, you will change into what you see is fitting for today's challenges.”
The woman begins to stroll up the stairs, her heels not being a problem in the slightest as you six begin to follow her.
The railings are a mahogany color and as you walk further up, you notice the walls are painted with a mural of a landscape. It appears to be a forest going through different stages of seasons, winter being the first and spanning all the way through spring, summer and fall. Your eyes marvel at the sight - how detailed the mural was and how long it must’ve taken to complete.
“I can’t believe we’re in such an amazing house.”
Your attention is caught when one girl speaks. You’re now at the top of the stairs and make your way towards the bedroom, your eyes skinning over the names until you see where yours is. The door is tall and has the same mahogany color as the stair railings. There’s carnings on the wooden door displaying an array of flowers. The handle is cold and shiny and it clicks as you open it.
The room is large - the largest room you’ve even encountered, even larger than your living room in your apartment.
As you enter, the lights turn on automatically, the same high ceilings as the rest of the mansion with a diamond chandelier right in the middle of the room, as well. Below it, a large queen sized bed that’s elevated sits, an array of pillows displayed neatly on it.
The floors are the same marble as before, only this time there’s a white, fluffy rug by the bed.
You release a sigh, kicking off your shoes to then go towards the bed. You plop down onto it and it slightly bounces back. You have never been on a bed that was this comfortable before and it’s as if it embraces you entirely, your eyes already becoming heavy.
There’s a loud ringing nose that catches you by surprise and you spring up from the bed. Your heart is pounding and your head whips around to find where the ringing is coming from - it’s loud, almost as if it’s a speaker, but you cannot find from where.
“Welcome,”
The voice speaks and you’re now positive that it is a speaker - maybe on the walls or ceilings.
Your eyes cannot find anything.
“Anjali, Chan-Mi, Y/N,” your ears perk when the speaker - a man - says your name. “Zarish, Luisa, Siohban.”
You suppose these are the girls you will be competing against. You swallow the lump in your throat as the speaker continues to speak.
“I suppose you all know what you six are getting into being a part of this?”
“A dating show…?” your sister murmurs, her eyes cautiously watching you. “...out of everything? A dating show?”
“I’m not expecting anyone to understand.” you suppress a laugh. You tap your fingers against your thigh as you sit besides her on the small couch in your living area.
“You’re trying to find love in this economy?”
“Realistically? No.” you shrug your shoulders. You and she were watching something she had put on Youtube when you had decided to tell her your plans. “But I read the terms and condition and the contract so-”
“You’re serious? About going on a dating show?”
Your sister doesn’t look amused in the slightest and honestly, you didn’t blame her. You and she would laugh at how ridiculous the girls looked pinning after one man and often fighting for his heart just for him to not choose any of them - and now you were going to be doing the same.
“For love? No. I don’t even expect to be chosen.” you admit, turning towards her to give her a soft smile. “But, we do get paid for being on there. Exposure, too. It’s a start and whatever money we need I will surely take.”
Your sister sighs, nodding slightly. “How long will you be gone?”
“A week max. It’s live, apparently.”
You were older than your sister by nearly five years, having taken her in a year after you left home yourself. While your sister remained in High School, you had to be the one to work for everything you and she both needed - two jobs weren’t ideal for you, but you made it work.
As time went on, bills increased, as did rent and the overall cost of living. Your sister needed necessities and as did you and your two job income wasn’t enough.
“How did you find out about this?”
“Job interview.” you snort, as if two jobs weren’t enough, you were thinking about picking up a third - just for a few hours you had free on your off days. “Said I…would fit the part. Whatever that means.”
“Would I be able to watch it live? What type of dating show is only a week?” your sister is asking all of the correct questions that you should - but you are only there for the money; you are sure everyone else is, as well.
“I’m not even sure where it would be streaming. I’ll have to ask. I’m sure it’s very…variety show like? Maybe even a game show?” you shrug your shoulders, pondering if there would be an elimination every day of the week; how anyone would find love that way is beyond you. “Us competing for a man possibly none of us are attracted to.” you joke. “Having us do odd challenges to win his heart.”
“I bet he’s ugly and old.” you sister cringes. “What if you have to kiss him?”
You cackle, head leaning back to laugh. “For a few thousands, it’s what I have to do. Life isn’t cheap.” In the back of your head, you understand that this isn’t ideal - that your sister was right and this could be an older guy who’s not the most attractive looking man; as no one knows what he looks like. But if this is what you had to do then so be it.
You were taking a week off of work for this - luckily, paid time off has come through for both jobs. “Even if I’m not the winner, honestly, let’s hope for that. I’ll be back.” you promise her.
Your sister nods her head slightly, tilting her head to the side to look at you.
You understood what you were getting into and doing this for - and you are positive your motive is similar to the other five women. None of which know who the man is, his beliefs, likes or dislikes - anything. You were all completely in it for the money; the promise of a lavish lifestyle.
In the beginning, you told yourself that you didn’t need to win, you think, you just had to be here long enough to get any form of prize.
However, now, you’re certain that this was now or never. You came this far and even managed to be picked by the man himself along with the other five women; all rivals of yours.
“That being said, the competition starts immediately. I’m looking for a wife and I don’t have much time to find her.”
You want to scoff at how desperate the man sounds. You try to put a face to the voice, but are unable to. He sounds young, no older than 30, but with the way technology is now, you can never be certain.
“The game starts now, you all.” the voice says. “If I cannot find a wife in you five, then that means I’ll have to do this all over again - and I’ll rather not.”
There’s a shiver that runs down your spine at his words and you’re unsure as to why. You take a deep breath.
“I need a wife that knows how to cook exactly what I want.” Your feet begin to move with impatience. “This mansion holds several kitchens. In about an hour, I expect you all to be downstairs and in your designated kitchen doing just that. I’m not a picky man,” there’s heartfelt laughter from him. “and I cannot wait to try what you all cook for me.”
The room is quiet again, indicating that the man was done speaking.
You swallow. You had an hour to get ready and to you, that was more than enough. You worked with as little as five minutes before, an hour was nothing to you.
You start by going to the closet - a large walk in one - that holds clothing that you were told would be in there. You would be cooking, so there isn’t a point to overdress, however, you understood that you can’t look as if you’re at home. Your usual oversized t-shirt and sweats wouldn’t be acceptable.
You also weren’t going to force yourself into a tight dress to appeal to the eye of the man you’re supposed to be cooking for. It didn't make sense.
The next 30 minutes consisted of you showering and getting ready yourself. You weren’t positive if this was when the man would make his appearance to you all, and you had to be prepared in case he had.
You stood out amongst the other five women who were all dressed to impress and you would only be a hater to say that they didn’t look nice. Even better than you.
You swallow, casting your eyes ahead of you to look at the women from early; the host.
“An hour to prepare a meal.” the woman states, her hands behind her back as she strolls towards you six. “In your designated kitchen, there would be food already laid out for you. What you do with it is all up to you. Follow me.”
The woman begins to stroll out of the large foyer and down into a hallway where each of you follow her. The mansion is huge indeed, having separate kitchens for each girl to go into. Yours was the third, and immediately you found yourself going to work.
The kitchen is huge - of course - and has a chandelier right above you hanging from a tall ceiling. The floors are hardwood and pristine and don't creek beneath your feet. On the kitchen island located in the middle of the large kitchen, lay an apron that you proceed to tie around your body.
You cooked for you and your sister whenever you had the chance to. It was enjoyable at times as you loved cooking for her. Cooking now, however, was a necessity to win. You needed to be the best, and if not, you needed to be damn close to it.
An hour flew past as though it was only five minutes. Your hair, once laid perfectly into a tidy bun, was sweated out a bit. You huffed at your reflection into the knife you were holding upon seeing yourself.
“Time’s up. Bring your plates of food back to the foyer.” says a voice over the speakers, this time not the man, but the host.
You drop your knife into the sink and turn towards the island where your plate of food sat. You were given steak and did what you thought you could with it, stewing it along with vegetables. You cooked a simple white rice atop of lettuce - you’ve done what you thought you could with what little you had.
“Ladies.” the host says, nodding to you all. “Place your plates right here onto the table.” she says, motioning to the large, glass table behind her. There’s cards that sit about six inches from one another that have each of your names labeled onto them.
“Now, Kim Seokjin-ssi will test them all.” she proceeds to say as each of you gather back into a line.
Kim Seokjin.
Your eyes begin to widen as a man, tall and slender, begins to strut from up the staircase to where you all stood. Your eyes are fixed onto him - as are the other women. Your mouth parts a bit as he bows before all of you, a mop of dark hair bouncing.
“Hello to you all.” the man says, a familiar voice dancing through your ears. The same exact voice of earlier.
Kim Seokjin was not an older man, no. He was young; and maybe you should’ve guessed by his voice. However, he didn’t look a day over 25. His skin was clear of any blemishes and porcelain similar to a doll. His eyes are beady as he looks between the six of you. His lips, plump and pink, form a low smile.
Jin is sporting a solid, black dress shirt that he proceeds to cuff toward his elbows. His dress pants are baggy and brown, however not a wrinkle in sight. You ponder just how much his outfit is, as you were told that wealth such as him doesn’t talk, but whispers.
“Now, let’s see.” Jin says, clapping his hands as he turns away.
Jin eyes the array of food on the table, humming to himself softly.
It takes 10 minutes for Jin to try it all. Ten long minutes of you all waiting in silence as he eats, nodding his head a few times and then whispering to the host, who would either snicker or respond.
“Siobhan.” Jin speaks, his back not turning to face either of you. The host does, stepping away from Jin. “Come closer, please.”
Siobhan does, her long locks bouncing onto her shoulders as she comes face to face with Jin. He’s a beauty of a man and instantly, your heart jolts. Jealousy, sure, yet you weren’t here for true love. This wasn’t the bachelor. You were here for money and that only.
“Chan-Mi…Luisa…you two, as well.”
Your blood runs cold, your palms beginning to sweat. You’re unsure what Jin is doing - if you’re about to be eliminated or not. Your eyes glance at the other two women left, Zarish and Anjali. You suck in a breath, turning your eyes back to Jin. It would be humiliating to be sent home so early.
“Your food is…”
You swallow as the man slowly turns, his arms now behind his back. The smile on his lips he sported 10 minutes prior had disappeared.
“Lackluster.” Jin murmurs, and instantly his right arm jerks, a dagger held tight into the palm of his hand. He slices Siohban’s throat as quickly as yall all seen it, the woman gasping and clenching onto her neck.
There’s shrieks that erupt around the room as Siohban falls to her knees in a pool of her own blood. Your eyes widen, a hand going to clasp onto your own mouth and the sudden sight before you.
Without much warning, the knife is japped right into Chan-Mi’s stomach, her scream haunting you. You’re frightened where you stand, your eyes wide.
Luisa is next, but she knows what to expect. She turns to run away, but trips with how terrified she is. She falls onto the ground before she has the chance to go anywhere and Jin lets a hand grab her long, wavy hair. He yanks it back, the dagger slicing right against her throat. Blood squirts out of it, splashing a few feet away from yours. You feel your stomach churn, the sudden need to vomit.
“Do calm down.” Jin says, throwing the knife onto the ground by Siobhan, who’s body appears lifeless. “This is a competition. I know you all aren’t here for love.” Jin scoffs with a roll of his eyes. “You’re here for money. I have a lot of it. However…” Jin looks between the remaining three of you.
You were the calmest, however, maybe you were just hiding it. There’s great fear in your eyes that has you startled into silence, only a single tear falling from your eyes. Zarish had fallen to her knees, pushed the farthest away from you and Anjali, who was trembling at the sight.
“...you’re going to have to show me what you’re willing to do for it.”
“I know you three need some time.”
You had proceeded to vomit into the toilet as soon as you entered your bedroom. You thanked the shared bathroom, as you’re unsure how much longer you could last. The heinous sight of murder flashed before your eyes, no matter how hard you attempted to squeeze them shut.
Your heart pumps with fear. Just an hour ago you stood before three dead bodies - this was real. This wasn’t a dream, nor a prank. The screams of fear coming from you all were real.
Jin had gone on for the next 10 minutes explaining the rules - rules you thought were already given to you. Of course they weren’t. You had gotten yourself into this mess, biting more than you could even chew. There was no “out” of this. Once witnessing bloody murder, Jin had told you three the truth. That there were only two ways out of this twisted game of his. You either had to win and become his wife, or lose and be dead.
There was no leaving alive unless you were the sole winner.
This was a life or death situation now; you were truly fighting for your life.
“But I am in need of a wife as you know. You’ll need to do more than just cook.”
Jin’s voice is taunting you through the speakers. He speaks coolly, as if he hadn’t killed anyone. You ponder just how long he’s done this - and if there is any way out of this at all. Or was this just a sick game where he would eventually kill all of you and repeat the game again.
You proceed to flush the toilet, falling besides it as Jin continues to speak.
“I need a wife that knows how to clean, as well. In an hour, meet in the foyer and await your next challenge.”
You squeeze your eyes shut, body trembling on the cold tile floor. You aren’t sure if you could do this anymore. You’re terrified that you’d be the next to go; it was only three left and it hasn’t even been a day.
Jin’s impatient and he doesn’t wish to wait any longer than he needs. He wants someone now; tonight preferably.
Your eyes snap open, staring straight ahead.
You couldn't afford to die. You weren’t here for just yourself. You had a sister you needed to take care of.
You took a shower in case it happens to be your last, at least you would know a bit or peace. You are the first to be in the foyer, followed by Zarish. She doesn’t look at you when she arrives, and you cannot blame her. Neither of you wish to be here. The atmosphere has changed from one of lighthearted competition to dreadful act of survival.
Anjali is the last to arrive and the girl's brown eyes are red and puffy from her crying. She’s trembling when she arrives and even though you sympathize with her, you cannot bring yourself to care far too much into it. You had to care about the life of your sister and that was the will you needed to survive this.
“Ladies,” the host claps as she struts into the foyer. “follow me.”
The host makes no attempts in waiting for you all, nor does she stop to acknowledge you three. She takes you down a long hallway until you three stopped behind three separate doors. She proceeds to turn back towards you. Her eyes trail between your faces before she stops at Anjali and scoffs.
“You won’t survive if you keep trembling like that.” she says snarkily. “Behind these doors is your next challenge. As you know…” she stops dramatically to look between you once more. “...Kim Seokjin isn’t just any man. His line of work is different from normal men. That being said.”
The doors are automatic and they open before the host could finish her sentence.
The sight behind the doors is traumatic. You instantly gag, clenching a hand to your mouth.
Behind your door lies the dead body of Chan-Mi. The room is covered in blood. It’s a single room, all white. White walls and tiled floors that’s stained crimson.
“Jin would like you three to clean the room and get rid of the body.”
Anjali instantly shrieks, her back hitting the wall behind you all. She shakes her head, her hands tugging her hair.
“Please, I-I-”
“You have an hour.” the host interrupts. “Do whatever you think you need to do.”
Inside the room, there’s a timer high onto the wall and close to the ceiling. It ticks down exactly one hour - a short time to clean a murder scene.
Your mind tries to think back to the true crime shoes you’d watch with your sister on how you could possibly get rid of a body; you never thought you would be in this situation.
You spring into action, making your way down the hall.
“W-Where are you going?” Anjali calls for you, not moving from the wall.
You don’t answer. You were told to do anything necessary to clean this mess up. For the first time you notice it - the cameras. It’s high and it follows you as you walk. You ponder just how many people are watching you here being forced to commit these criminal acts, now fully engrossed in it.
You open doors until you find one with cleaning supplies. You take a deep breath, grabbing whatever your arms could hold.
You work on autopilot, your mind completely blank as you work. You wrapped Chan-Mi’s body in one too many trash bags, refusing to look into her face. Her eyes were open but lifeless like the rest of her.
Dragging a body was harder than the movies made it, placing it right outside of the room and making your way back inside to clean it. You scrub onto your hands and knees, mind remaining blank as you focus on removing the crimson from your sight. 45 minutes, 30 minutes, 20 minutes.
Your heart is pumping outside your chest and your breath heaves as you drag the body down the hallway to the front door. You hadn't had any time to explore the mansion and today wasn’t going to be the day. You had 15 minutes until the challenge was done and you were told to get rid of the body by any means necessary.
The mansion is quiet and you’re positive Jin, the host and who knows how many other people are watching you now. You open the main doors of the mansion, poking your head out. It’s evening now, the sky has different shades of purple hues.
You drag Chan-Mi outside, down the stone stairs and towards the side of the house. You’re unsure how long you walked with the body until your legs gave out and you collapsed.
You breathe heavily, your mind regaining and you scream out. It echoes off of the trees, the eerily silence of the mansion adding more terror to your situation.
Focus - you tell yourself.
Remember what you’re doing this for.
Your knees tremble as you stand, fixing your hair. A few strands had fallen from your bun as you were cleaning vigorously. Your eyes scan the area, pondering where you were going to put this body.
Your eyes drag towards a pond and even if your moral compass was eating at you, you understand that this was life or death - for you and your sister.
“A better life…” you murmur to yourself, reaching the pond. “...for me. For us.”
You threw Chan-Mi’s body into the pond. It splashes loudly and all you can think is you hope you’re far enough for anyone to notice far too quickly. It isn’t a lake with running water, so the body would move anywhere. However, the the pond is surrounded by rocks and if far enough, the untrained eye would never notice-
“Are you okay?”
Your body stiffens at the words coming from behind you.
Slowly, you turn, eyes catching onto a man a few feet away. He’s strolling towards you. He’s tall and his cheeks are dimpled.
“I-I…” you’re unable to speak. You immediately get up from your knees and begin to walk towards the man. “...I was just going for a walk.” you speak, swallowing the lump in your throat. “I ended up falling and…made a mess of myself.”
The man reaches you and looks at your appearance. He nods his head with a chuckle. “I can see that. I have never seen you around here.”
“You live around here?” you ask. Where did this man come from and just how did he know you were here? Your palms were already sweaty and you didn’t have time to stay and chat. You had about five minutes until you had to be back at the mansion.
“I do. I hike in the woods all the time.” the man nods his head. “I’m Namjoon.” he raises a hand for you to grab.
You do hesitantly, nodding your head. “Y/N.” you murmur. “I have to get back. It’s nice to meet you, Namjoon.” you say. “Enjoy your hike. I hope you aren’t as clumsy as me.” you attempt to joke, making your way around the man before he can say anything else.
You enter the home quickly, slamming the door behind you. Jin is behind it, almost as if he’s waiting for you.
You stop in your tracks, unable to form words.
“You’re right on time.” Jin says. “The first to arrive.”
You’re exhausted, falling to your knees. You hang your head in defeat.
“I’ve watched you, Y/N.”
Your ears perk at Jin’s words. You hear footsteps coming closer to you.
“We all have.”
“What…how many people?”
“Thousands.” Jin chuckles. “Don’t worry. It’s only the dark web.”
Your blood runs cold once more. You don’t want to ask anymore questions, far too afraid to know anymore.
“You’re becoming a favorite, Y/N.” Jin kneels down to face you. He pats your head as if you’re a puppy, encouraging you to look at him. “The way you got rid of the body and managed to get away from Joon.”
“Joon…” you murmur, the dimpled-cheeked man flashing through your mind. “...you know Namjoon….?”
Of course Jin did. There wasn’t any home for miles. How else would you be caught in such a situation ? Maybe that was a part of their plan, to try and get you to confess what was truly going on in hopes that you would look for a way out.
You clench your eyes shut and release a shaky sob.
“You won this round, Y/N. Come,” Jin offers out his hand for you to take. “Let's get you ready for the final round. I hope you didn’t like Anjali as much.” Jin begins to laugh heartily. “You won’t be seeing her for the final challenge.”
You weren’t told by Jin how long you had until the final round. You were in the shower once more, this time sitting on the shower floor and allowing the water to run down your body. Your eyes are closed, and as much as you tried, you cannot get your mind to go blank.
It was a lot for one person to handle in just one single day.
You wished you understood more about Jin and the dark web. You’ve heard about the dark web before and the last thing you ever desired was to be a part of it. It brought chills up your spine to just think about how many eyes are on you and what those eyes are involved in themselves.
You finally got out of the shower once the water began to run cold. You wrap a towel around you, your wet feet strolling towards the large, round mirror inside of the bathroom. Your eyes watch yourself, however not truly seeing yourself. It’s as though you’re witnessing a shell of yourself.
You take a deep breath, squeezing your eyes shut for a moment. You want to laugh bitterly at the unfortunate circumstances that you are dealt with - and just how much of a terrible person you were becoming because of them. Was this real life or a nefarious dream you fell into due to slumber?
There’s a knock that sounds at your bathroom door that causes you to flinch, startled.
You take a few moments to answer, instead choosing to listen quietly, unsure who would be behind the door at such a vulnerable moment you were in now.
“It’s me.”
Jin.
You feel goosebumps liter your arms at his voice. Still, your mind cannot embrace the fact that Kim Seokjin, someone so beautiful as him, is a part of this. Involved with not just this twisted game of survival, but the dark web, as well; which is an iceberg itself.
Your hand wraps around the cold doorknob and you slowly twist it open, cracking it open so you can peek out at the man. He offers a curt grin, his head slightly tilting.
“It’s dawning on you, isn’t it?” Jin questions vaguely. “That this is real life and not some sort of nightmare?”
Your heart jolts and you swallow your words. It’s as if he took the thoughts right out of your mind.
“It’s far too late in wanting to drop out of the competition.” Jin murmurs. “I’m sure you know why.”
You wouldn’t be able to leave here alive - you’re well aware.
Slowly, you nod your head, slightly opening the door a little wider.
“I came to see how you were doing.” Jin takes a few steps back and it’s then you realize that he changed from his attire earlier, to a black suit. “This…can weigh heavy on people such as you.”
“What do you mean people such as me?” you question low. You proceed to open the door fully, your towel tightly around your frame.
Jin begins to stroll away from you and proceeds to take a seat onto your bed. A shame you haven’t truly had the time to lay in it, but he doesn’t wish to extend the games. For months, he had women come in and out - all failing. He wants this game to end tonight, and there’s only two opponents left. He surely hopes either you or Zarish would be the one to end his suffering in having to do this - and he can go home with a wife.
“It’s obvious you aren’t…part of this lifestyle.” Jin looks up at you now, brown eyes giving your undivided attention. “You and Zarish aren’t doing this for love, either.”
“Are you?” you’re bold enough to ask, your right hand holding the top of your towel tightly. “You do this…often?”
Jin snickers. “Unfortunately,” he nods. “no one has won as of yet. This is why it appears the challenges are a bit fast paced.”
You sit in the doorway of the bathroom awkwardly as you await for him to continue speaking.
“Why are you doing this?” Jin questions. “What made you want to come here?”
“I didn’t think I would have to hide a body.” you say truthfully, a bit of sadness in your voice. “I didn’t think I would be fighting for survival, either.”
“I do apologize.” Jin says, yet you don’t hear any sincerity in his words. “It wasn’t my idea of presenting the game as a bachelor type.”
You nod your head. Of course there were others involved, deeper than just Jin and Namjoon.
“What are you fighting for, Y/N?” Jin proceeds to dig deeper. “What do you have to live for?”
Jin’s eyes are intense as he awaits an answer from you. It causes you to look away, goosebumps growing even harder onto your skin. You nearly forgot that you were naked beneath this towel and semi-wet.
“I have a sister.” you say truthfully. There isn’t a point of lying now. This could also be a test to see if you were going to be truthful or not. If Jin had ties to the dark web, who knows what else he’s apart. “And I needed money…”
“I see.” Jin hums. “Everyone has their reasonings.”
“Can I ask yours?”
Jin is intrigued. Zarish wasn’t much of a speaker, yet he couldn’t blame her. Her demeanor is colder than it once was when she arrived, yet he couldn’t bring himself to care. There were two contestants and a final round.
“You…there has to be a reason why you’re doing all of this, right?” you lean against the door frame. “You can’t have a hard time finding a wife.”
Jin’s lips twitch upward.
“Observant.” Jin nods. “I can get a wife anywhere. But…” Jin spreads his legs a bit. “Where’s the fun in that?”
There’s a sinister way in which Seokjin laughs.
“Sure, you didn’t come here for love. That doesn’t mean that you and I couldn’t grow to love one another, right?”
The question strikes you as odd, seeing as this was still a competition.
“If you win, of course.” Jin adds, as if reading your thoughts yet again. “You’re already a fan favorite, but that doesn’t mean anything.”
You exhale.
“Do you want it?”
Your attention is brought back to Jin.
“Do you want a better life?” Jin continues. “Do you want it enough to fight for it? There's only one more round left, Y/N.” Jin prods on, his eyes roaming your face for any emotion. “Show me you want to survive, Y/N.”
You find yourself in front of Jin now, who awaits for you to do something. Anything.
You wanted nothing more than to survive this - not for just your sake, but for your sister. Her life depended on yours, and maybe that was all the will you needed to survive this.
“I do want this.” you murmur, unsure of what you’re now doing kneeling before him as he sits onto your bed. Your right cheek sit lightly against his knee.
“I know.” Jin answers. “I can see it in your eyes. It’s easier to do the things you do if you tell yourself it’s for someone else.”
Maybe being an accomplice to a murder was easier if you told yourself you were doing this for your sister.
You hum.
“Get dressed.” Jin says, a soft hand laying on your left cheek. “The final round will be starting soon. Make yourself presentable.”
You remove your cheek from his knee just as Jin stands to his feet. He looks down upon your vulnerable figure but doesn’t say another word as he saunters out of the room. You watch his figure leave sullenly, a coldness running through you as you felt alone, but knew that you weren’t truly.
“This is crazy, don’t you think?” you murmur to Zarish. “That only one of us can survive this?”
Zarish offers a glance, the soft music playing in the background of the large ballroom. All surrounded by people who are associated with Kim Seokjin himself.
“We…can both survive this.” you say to her, taking a sip of your glass of champagne. You offer a few smiles to guests. “We can both escape before anyone notices us.”
After Jin had left your room, you continued to sit onto the ground by the large bed for what felt like hours until you finally got to your feet to get ready for the next challenge. You weren’t sure what presentable was, but you only had what was in the large closet to choose from. All dresses ranging from long to short.
You grabbed a short dress, stopping at your knees. You opted for this incase you were getting into something that involved you moving a body again - or running for your life. You only had heels to choose from, but you chose a pair that would be easy to get out of if needed be.
You decided to fix your hair to the same bun as before, this time neater and allow a few strands of hair to be released, twirling your finger around it a few times to allow it to curl.
There’s another knock that sounds, this time on your bedroom door. You stand a bit straighter before strolling to the door and opening it.
“It’s time.” the host says, dressed differently. A wine colored floor dress that hugs her curves. On the right side is a slit that rides all the way up to her mid thigh. “You have five minutes to meet everyone downstairs in the main hall.”
“E-Everyone?” you speak up, eyebrows knitting.
“Yes.” the host nods. “The final round is to impress not only Kim Seokjin, but those who associates with. You’re attempting to be a wife, correct?”
You nod, a bit dumbfounded.
“Okay then. Here is your moment.” the host turns to walk away. “Don’t let these people see you be frightened. They’ll eat you up and spit you out if so.”
The host’s footsteps get quieter as she descends down the carpeted hallway. You take a deep breath as you replay her advice - or warning - in your head. You take another deep breath before following her down the hallway.
You can hear faint music along with chattering voices. You suppose this was the final challenge, and maybe the most nerve wracking one of it all. You barely knew Seokjin, so being surrounded by people such as him was just as terrifying.
You decide to follow the music down to the far right of the foyer and down a dim-lit hallway until you reach the large ballroom. It’s surrounded with people - all wearing masquerade-like masks. You felt anxious being surrounded by them, unsure how to truly handle it all.
The ballroom is designed just as elegant and expensive as the rest of the mansion. Its lights are lit dim just as the hallway, but the candles add a bit more flickering light to it all; a sinister type of feeling, however. There’s round tables with white tables clothed all throughout the ballroom, with four chairs each. Only a few people were seated as they chatted amongst each other, while the rest were standing.
There’s flowers, all white, on each table. As well as hanging from the ceiling besides large chandeliers that aren’t shining to their full potential.
“Y/N.”
Your head turns to the sound of your name. A masked figure stands tall besides you, his face fully covered by the gold mask. The candles surrounding the room dance off of his mask.
“I-I…”
The man raises a hand to his mask and lifts it, and instantly you recognize the man just by half of his face, dimples poking out. It’s Namjoon, and he speaks when he takes the mask off fully.
“It’s nice to see you again.”
“You, as well.” you say shyly, glancing around the room. “You…are a part of this?”
Namjoon chuckles with a quick shoulder shrug. “Sure,” he responds. “You managed to be quite a fan favorite.” he says to change the subject.
You scoff to yourself. “Of the dark web?” you question. “I’m not sure how to handle that.”
“No one ever truly does.” Namjoon answers. “You have my vote.”
“Vote?” you ask, just as Namjoon puts his mask back over his face. “All of these people have to vote…?”
Namjoon nods, but doesn’t say anything.
“Thank you.” you murmur.
Namjoon’s vote is just one of hundreds.
“Follow me.” you tell Zarish, your eyes roaming around the large room to find no one you recognized. You find that those with gold masks were the ones who held higher importance. “Let’s get out of here while everyone is distracted.”
You grabbed Zarish’s hand in your own and tugged her along. You managed to get out of the large ballroom and into the quiet hallway. Your heels click along the marble floor, as does hers.
“Where are we going?” Zarish sputtered, her head turning back to the party for a moment before looking ahead at you.
The plan had hit you an hour in. You had met more people, all who spoke to you behind their respected masks. You were polite to them, even engaging in light conversations before you were onto the next; none of them being Jin. You suppose he was watching you from the shadows, awaiting for when the votes would be announced.
Zarish was a beautiful girl, tall with long black hair that she had tucked in a low ponytail. Her dress is floor length and lavender-colored.
You go past the foyer to down the other side of the hall. It’s familiar to you both, where you had gone just hours before to clean the dead bodies of former contestants.
You drop Zarish’s hands when you reach one of the large kitchens. You turn to her. “Grab a weapon.”
“A weapon?” Zarish whispers with wide eyes. “W-Why-”
“How long do you think it’ll be until they realize we’re both gone?” you say, your heels clanking against the tiled floors of the kitchen as you search the drawers for a knife.
Zarish doesn’t say anything, but she’s visibly nervous. She goes to the other side of the large kitchen to find a weapon.
Your reflections glare in one of the large cutting knives. You grasp your hand around the handle and lift it up.
“Why are you here?” you ask Zarish as she opens one drawer. “For money?”
Zarish nods her head, her hands clenching the sides of the drawer.
“My father is sick.” she responds, releasing a soft sop. “If I would’ve known I was coming to this…”
You sympathize with her. You take a few steps closer to her until you’re behind her, your free hand on the short of her back.
“My sister,” you speak, taking a deep breath. “I came for her. To give us both a better life.”
Zarish nods slowly.
“I don’t think any of us knew…” you don’t finish your sentence. Instead, you clench your eyes shut.
“I…I just want to get out of here.”
Zarish’s voice cracks when she speaks. She doesn’t want to cry, especially not now. She sniffles and turns around to face you. “Y/N, I-”
It takes all the will in you to jab the knife right into her stomach. It was nothing personal to her. You held no ill intent towards her, and if there was truly a way out of here, surely you and she would’ve managed.
Maybe in a perfect world there was. You and she ran off into the arms of safety - yet this was reality. There were cameras watching your every move.
Zarish doesn’t put up a fight. Possibly death was easier than fighting her way out of here. The saddened look in her eyes does reach yours, yet she doesn’t say anything in protest.
You remove the knife from her stomach, her hands going to the wound in an attempt to stop the bleeding.
“I’m going to help your father.” you murmur, driving the knife repeatedly back into her stomach several times. Each time is met with a gasp from the woman. “So in a way, you being here isn’t completely a loss.”
You’re completely covered in blood by the time you’re done, Zarish’s lifeless body on the pristine floors. Her blood soaks into your dress. You drop the knife and it clunks loudly on impact.
You make your way out of the kitchen and down the familiar hall towards the foyer and back to the ballroom. It’s as if no one has truly noticed you and Zarish are gone.
You stop at the doorway of the ballroom, the blood staining your hands. Your eyes search for Jin and you’re sure you found him. His mask is the only mask that stands out, a silver color. It appears as if he’s watching you from the eyeholes of the mask.
You walk towards him, your mind focusing on him and only him. The people appear to be quiet now as you walk past them, allowing you to stroll without a problem.
You stop just a few short feet away from Jin, panting heavily now.
“You told me,” you begin, your eyes never wavering. “that if i wanted to win…if I wanted a better life…” you swallow. “...I’d have to show you.”
Jin’s right hand reaches up towards the silver mask. Slowly, he lifts it from his face. His expression is an emotionless one, but it’s easier to speak with him now that you can see his eyes.
“What did you do?” Jin questions, though he’s positive he has an idea.
“I killed her.” you respond. “She…”
Your thoughts speak at you all at once. You tilt your head a bit.
“She was going to run away.” you mumble. “She…told me to go with her. I did.” you admit half of the truth, because did it truly matter now? “...then I killed her. There isn’t a way out of here, right?” you ask Jin. “We would have both been dead. I didn’t want to die. I wanted to win.”
Jin’s dark eyes watch you from where he stands. Slowly, your sanity was dripping away and in such a short amount of time.
Rosy plump lips grin towards you and that alone causes your heart to leap.
“Come,” Jin announces, his hand waving you over.
Widening your eyes, you do as you’re told. You round the large table and come besides Jin, behind him a few bodies you were not aware of, all dawning gold masks.
Jin goes into his pocket and grasps a small, square box. “Congratulations, Y/N.” Jin speaks, opening the box to reveal a ring inside of it. It’s quite different from a ring you’d expect as a wedding ring, yet this whole situation alone was. It has a gold band that surrounds itself with diamonds while an oval emerald diamond sits right in the middle of it, smaller silver diamonds outlining the oval shape.
“We have no time to waste.” Jin removes the ring from the box and holds it up. “Give me your hand.”
You watch in slight awe as Jin slides the ring onto your finger. It’s a surreal feeling in knowing that you won this twisted game he has forced you into. A game that lasted only a few hours, but felt like weeks on end.
There’s clapping that sounds throughout the ballroom and for a moment, you nearly forgot that it wasn’t just you and Jin in the room.
A man with a gold mask comes forward, papers in hand. It wasn’t Namjoon, you note, as the man wasn’t as tall.
“Come,” Jin wraps a hand around your waist. “let’s sign these documents.”
Jin doesn’t waste any time in handing you your own pen to sign a few documents that he doesn’t allow you to read. All of your signatures were right besides his, already pre-signed.
You aren’t nervous about signing your life away. Afterall, it isn’t everyday that you go through such trials and tribulations to assure you live long enough to see yourself be married.
That, and murder someone for the first time. Maybe tomorrow when your reality dawns on you would you actually break down. As of now, your mind remains blank and you’re working on autopilot.
There’s a hand that catches you out of your thoughts. It’s holding a clear champagne glass full of slightly bubbling liquid.
You grasp the glass from one of the men sporting a gold mask. He holds another one out for Jin who also takes it. Jin holds his glass up for you to clank against his in a toast.
“To Y/N and I,” Jin announces, his dark eyes reaching yours. “to death do us part.” he says, a more sinister meaning behind the words.
There’s more cheering as you lift the champagne to your lips and sip, as does Jin. His eyes never leave you. He finds that even if you’re possibly in shock now, the reality not fully sinking in yet and covered in blood, he finds you beautiful.
Maybe it’s also because in a short amount of time, you’ve managed to succumb to a bit of madness, realizing that if you wanted to survive all of this meant that you had to do what you possibly didn’t want to.
“A lot to handle in just one day?” Jin murmurs your way, leaning down a bit. There’s chattering throughout the entirety of the ballroom.
“Yeah.” you nod your head in agreement. “I…became a killer?” you’re unsure how else to put it.
Jin chuckles at your cuteness. “In a way,” he responds. “the best has yet to come.”
You aren’t sure exactly what he meant, but you were going to find out.
Your body warms in a matter of minutes and slowly, you begin to relax. You were already eerily calm as if you hadn’t murdered an innocent woman. Yet, you felt even calmer - was that possible?
It was as if your body was shooting serotonin boosts throughout you and you were becoming relaxed.
Happy even.
“You,”
Seokjin’s voice sounded so close to you as you down the rest of the champagne. Your throat was throbbing for more, thirst growing throughout you.
“are in for a long ride.” Seokjin finishes as he places a hand on the low of your back. Dangerously low that it shooks electricity right up your spine.
“Am I?” you question, turning a bit to look at him. His lips are curled slightly and beady eyes are already watching you.
“Indeed you are.” Seokjin murmurs. He takes a curt sip of his bubbling champagne before he presses the glass to your lips. You open your mouth to drink the remaining of it, your eyes unblinking from Seokjin’ - almost as if in a trance.
“There’s things people like us do.” Seokjin’s fingers tap along your back. “The elites.”
“Elites?”
Seokjin begins to stroll and he keeps you close to him. The room is crowded as it has been for a while, yet you remain close to Seokjin as if it was just the two of you. The room is loud with chattering voices that you cannot make out in any conversation, but even then you only hear Seokjin as he speaks.
“Powerful people like me.”
Jin steers you towards a tall door that opens upon arrival by another masked figure who waits right beside it. The masked man bows to Jin and you as the two of you stroll through the door and down the long, carpeted hallway.
“These…parties?” you question. You rock your head side to side a bit, your hand coming up to wipe your forehead of a light trail of sweat. “Is everyone here elites?”
Jin nods his head. “Everyone once in a while, we all come together.” he murmurs. For an odd reason, the carpeted hallway appears entirely too long. At the end of said hallway is a pair of double doors that match the ones you and he walked through. “It’s like a secret society.”
“Secret society…” you trail off. You blink a few times when you and Jin reach the end of the hallway, your mind thinking a million questions at once. “...what do you guys do…?”
You got your answer quicker than you realized. The door is opened by Jin and he pushes you in gently. Your eyes trail over the large room. The carpet is the same crimson red as the hallway, though this time there’s gold patterns. The tall walls appear to be stone and now you realize just how enclosed this room is.
Moans and squeals fill the room, naked bodies all over the place. You and Jin’s entrance goes unnoticed by the sea of people engaging in sexual activity. Right in the middle of the large room are a group of women engaging in oral sex, their manicured hands roaming one anothers naked bodies.
Jin notices the way you push yourself closer to him and his arm around you holds you a bit tighter. He leans down a bit to murmur to you.
“Sometimes we come together and have a little fun.” Jin responds.
Within the sea of naked bodies, there’s still a few - men - that are covered. You noticed the gold masks that are similar to the ones Jin and Namjoon wore. Fully clothed and lingering in the area.
In the corner of the room, there’s a group of people fucking. A few naked bystanders watch, one woman's head on another's shoulders as if they were watching their favorite show. Your eyes watch the way the man fucks the woman with such earnest and need.
As if they were the only two in the room.
“Takes a lot to get used to this world.” Jin’s voice sends shivers down your spine and it knocks you back into reality. “You are an elite now.”
You swallow, eyes slowly widening at the words before you shake your head a bit. You bite your lip as you continue to survey the area. Were all these people elites? Is this what the ultra wealthy did? Partake in sex parties?
It shouldn’t catch you by surprise. You recall Namjoon’s words from earlier on how he voted for you. This was another part of the world of the elite. A game. After watching you all engage in a sick game of survival, they come here and fuck one another brains out.
You take a deep breath. There wasn’t any turning back now. Your dress is still covered in Zarish’s blood, staining the expensive material. Your mind is swirling and your core is telling you that possibly you drank more than just champagne.
“You look tense, Y/N.” Jin rubs your back softly. “You should unwind.”
“Unwind…how?” you question low. You could guess how. The sea of people all surrounding you two, all engaging in different sexual positions. “Jin?”
“Hm?” Jin hums. His long fingers appear to tap along your back as he awaits for you to answer him.
“Zarish,” you begin, swallowing a bit. Your mind was swirling and you didn’t want to forget what you had promised her prior to what you’ve done. “I…I promised her…”
Jin blinks, perfect eyelashes fluttering. “That you’d help her sick father?”
You knit your brows.
“I know everything about all my contestants.” Jin continues with a curt nod of his head. “You remain so noble, Y/N. My wife.” Jin’s fingers dance up your spine until they stop at the nape of your neck. “Whatever you set out to do, I will allow it. For now, let’s enjoy ourselves.”
Your head turns just in time to catch the figure that struts towards you. The gold mask comes to your line of vision and all you can think of was Jin and Namjoon. You do not move, even when the masked man stops directly in front of you and offers a bit of a head tilt. You cannot see his eyes and the eye holes of the golden mask appear like an endless dark hole.
“Y/N this is-”
“Jimin.”
The masked man speaks, his voice muffled a bit behind the golden mask. His hand lifts up to remove the mask, an act that appears taboo in a place such as this, but possibly he does it as an act of familiarity.
The man that comes from behind the golden mask has the same level of beauty as Jin and Namjoon, a pair of dark eyes staring back at you and a low grin that shows ulterior motives.
Jimin…
The man’s pearly white smile captivates you for a second too long that when he holds his hand out for you to take, you’re standing a bit dumbfounded.
“It’s nice to get the chance to meet you, Y/N.” Jimin’s voice sounds like honey - sweet and sugary. “My name is Jimin. Park,” Jimin, once you place your hand in his surprisingly soft and calloused-free ones, lifts it to his mouth. They’re a bit glossy, you note. “Jimin.” he says after he pecks your hand.
Your head slowly turns to Jin who’s already watching. He doesn’t say anything about Jimin’s actions and instead takes a step back, as if to allow you to do as you pleased.
“It’s nice to meet you, too.” you murmur meekly. Your thighs pressed together firmly, the surrounding moans mixed with skin slapping was too much. How could they ignore the sex surrounding them?
They were elites, your mind tells you. They do this often.
“Enjoying yourself?”
Jimin allows your hand to drop, but he doesn’t step away.
“Yes…?” you glance around a bit. One girl is on her knees not too far away. Her mouth was occupied and so were her hands.
“Is that a question?” Jimin chuckles. He turns his head behind him to follow your gaze. “This must be a lot for you.”
All you can feel is your body burning up. You release a short huff. The room was stuffy and even this dress was feeling a bit too tight.
“I have never been a part of…”
“An Orgy.” Jimin chuckles, his laughter just as sweet as his voice that it causes you to melt a bit.
You proceed to glance towards Jin again. Just what was he doing standing and watching you for?
“Would you like to?”
Jin doesn’t answer for you, not even when your eyes meet his for any form of guidance.
You’re sure you don’t have a choice, you think. You were brought here for a reason. The blood on your dress was the reminder of the choice you made. The papers you’ve signed and the ring Jin put on your finger.
Slowly, you nod your head.
You wanted this, you told yourself.
You’ve killed for this.
“Champagne?”
There’s another voice this time. It’s as though you were hypnotized by Jimin that you had not realized another golden masked man stopped directly beside you. He holds out a single glass of bubbling champagne for you to take. You do, placing the glass against your lips and proceeding to downing the drink. You lick your lips as the masked man takes it from you.
“Turn around.”
That’s Jimin talking. You do, your heels falling silent against the carpeted floor. You’re now facing Jin. He’s leaning against the stone wall, his eyes never leaving yours.
Jimin’s hands are on your back and you could feel it loosening. He begins to unzip the dress slowly, bringing up anticipation. Your head tilts a bit, your breathing increasing.
“Not participating today?”
Jimin isn’t speaking with you. The masked man who brought you the champagne responds.
“Maybe later. I just want to watch for now.”
Your dress falls to your ankles. You don’t feel cold, even when the goosebumps erupt through your bare skin. Your body grows even hotter, especially with how close the unknown masked man and Jimin were to you.
“Congratulations on your engagement Y/N.” Jimin murmurs from behind you.
“And to Jin-hyung.”
Jin’s eyes blink away to look at the two men behind you. He offers a curt nod to them.
There’s hands onto your body now and a pair of lips on your neck. They move entirely too fast for you to process. Your eyes flutter and it’s becoming difficult to keep your eyes on Jin.
“It’s been a while since we’ve sampled something new.”
You catch a glimpse of it from the corner of your eyes. The gold mask that falls to the floor.
Jimin’s index finger hooks beneath your chin and pulls your face his way. His lips are centimeters away from you and before he could place his lips upon yours, you pull your face away.
Was this what Jin meant? Was he going to sit and watch you the entire time?
Jin’s eyes connect with yours for a moment and he only nods his head. His arms are crossed over his chest now.
Gradually, you begin to turn your head back towards Jimin. He hadn’t moved from his position and once he realized you were willing now, he placed his lips upon yours. They’re soft and have a faint taste of strawberries.
There’s a pair of large hands that grip at your skin as your lips dances with Jimin’s. Your body radiates more heat as if you’re a furnace and you cannot help the choked moan that dies down in your throat. Maybe it was because you knew Jin was watching you the entire time. Maybe it was because you’re just another body in a sea of people all doing the same.
Jimin releases your lips, but that doesn’t mean you are done. Your face is yanked to the left and you finally come face to face with the other man. He’s just as beautiful as Jimin and the rest of them. His eyes are dark and his lips are thin as the kiss along your jaw. The unknown man was rougher than Jimin, his large hand cupping your neck to pull you closer to him.
“Taehyung.” the man says, his voice deep and raspy that you clench around nothing upon hearing it. As if reading your mind, he introduces himself before his own lips are on yours. He forces your mouth open, his tongue exploring your mouth.
“Champagne, sir?”
Jin turns his eyes to the naked woman with a tray of champagne. She doesn’t look directly in his eyes as she awaits for him to dismiss her or take the champagne offered. He does, long fingers hooking around the glass and he nods his head to dismiss her. She strolls away, naked body swaying into the sea of people.
Jin brings the bubbling liquid to his lips, eyes darting back to you. You were a mess already, Taehyung and Jimin not being known to waste any time. You were already out of your bra and it lay discarded on the ground. Taehyung has a mouth full of your left nipple, large hands aggressively gripping and tugging on your breast as he suckles.
Jimin’s hand find their way between your legs that he shoves apart. He doesn't bother to tear your panties off just yet, his fingers working your clit as his tongue twirls over your right nipple.
Your moans do not go unnoticed by Jin, even in a room full of squeals, slapping skin and aggressive moaning. They’re like honey - sweet and curt and entirely new to his ears. He licks his lips, taking another sip of champagne.
It’s entirely too fast for you to process, you think. The way Taehyung was rough and dominant while Jimin was the exact opposite. He was more teasing, his fingers rubbing circles on your clit while his tongue flickers your nipple dangerously slow.
You don’t attempt to contact your moans and even your body begins to feel heavy. You’re leaning entirely onto Jimin, but the man doesn’t appear to be bothered by it.
“S-Slow down-”
Taehyung’s teeth graze your nipple as he pops it from his mouth. His eyes look upwards at you and he grunts. “No.” he says. “We’re preparing you for hyung.”
You gasp when Jimin’s finger skims across your hole, teasing you even more. He chuckles a bit, a cool laugh because he knows just how much you want his fingers in you.
“Get you nice and ready to be fucked.” Jimin sing-songs, his contrast compared to Taehyung a true eye opener.
“Table.” Taehyung says, and before you have the chance to process, you feel yourself being lifted off your feet.
You yelp when your back slams against something cold and hard. Your eyes dance around the large table, already occupied with people, yet you were the center of it. To your right were women who were being watched by other masked men - not golden masks - as they performed several sex acts.
“Take these off.” Taehyung tugs at your panties, snatching them away from your wet core and down your legs. He doesn’t bother to toss them anywhere near you and instead discards them behind his shoulders. “Let’s see how wet you are, huh?”
“Pretty wet.” Jimin says from beside Taehyung, placing a few of his fingers in his mouth and sucks them.
Taehyung’s hand slaps against your inner thighs once he shoves them apart. You squeal, the action causing a jolt of pleasure right through you.
“We’ll make you even wetter.”
It’s Taehyung that acts first, long fingers inching inside of you. Your back arches when he begins to pound them inside of you so roughly that you barely have time to react. Beside him Jimin holds your right leg while Taehyung your left, both eyes trained on the way your pussy clenches around his fingers.
Jin emerges right behind you on the table, another glass of champagne in his hand. He looks down at your face - fucked out expression with fluttering eyes and flushed skin. There’s a bit of drool in the corner of your mouth that trails down your jaw.
“You must want a cock in you, Y/N. You’re milking all over Tae’s palm!” Jimin chuckles, squeezing your thigh.
“No fair!”
Jin knows the voice of his dongsaeng. The whiny familiar voice of Jeon Jungkook as he appears, mask dangling from his shoulders.
“You didn’t wait for me!”
Taehyung’s pump slows a bit as he turns to the younger man with a roll of his eyes. He releases a sigh. “You were late.”
“I was busy.”
Jungkook meets your glossy gaze and he grins.
“Y/N,” Jungkook leans closer to you. “I’ve voted for you since the beginning.”
“You’re ruining the moment, Kook. Do something or go.” Jimin hisses, with a soft glare.
“I plan to.” Jungkook pushes Taehyung away. “You’re doing nothing but teasing her. I’ll be making her cum.”
The three of them together always caused competition - Jungkook being the most competitive of the trio. Jin doesn’t say anything and he’s a bit amused when you sigh meekly.
Jungkook takes Taehyung’s place between your legs, forcing your right leg into place so you cannot move away from him. He offers you a short wink before lowering himself to your clit.
Your thighs jolt to close, but with Jimin and Jungkook, they don’t. Jungkook’s tongue is warm and it licks between your folds rather aggressively.
Taehyung isn’t amused by being taken over by Jungkook, but he isn’t going to fight him. Not now, at least. Instead, he places his fingers inside your gasping mouth.
Tasting your arousal was something you’d never thought you do - yet, neither was being an “elite” and partaking in…orgies? Especially while your soon to be husband watched above you.
However, it all appears to be a dream. You aren’t bothered being completely naked by three unknown men you all met today while one eats you out as if he has something to prove.
Your eyes roll as there’s another set of fingers pumping inside of you now all the while Jungkook’s warm tongue continues to suckle onto your clit. Your chest heaves as it was all too much now. You’re unsure who’s hand is gripping at your breast, their thumb flicking your nipple, but you’re sure it’s Jimin.
Jin can feel his cock twitching from his suit pants. He drops the empty glass onto the table and leans closer to you, cloudy eyes on the way your breast bounces as your hips jerk against Jungkook’s tongue, pussy squeezing around his fingers.
“She’s so fucked out.” Taehyung chuckles, removing his fingers from your mouth so he trails them down towards your breast.
“I think she’s about to cum.” sing-song Jimin.
“Are you ready for her, hyung?” asks Taehyung.
“I didn’t make her cum yet.” Jungkook groans, fingers pumping inside of you. Your juices coat his palm and he’s entirely enthralled by how sopping wet you are.
“We’re just warming her up.”
Jungkook groans. There’s nothing more he hates than to leave a woman in such a manner. He removes his fingers and sighs with a shake of his head. “Maybe next time.” he says with a cute pout. It’s then you notice the piercing on his lip. “Hyung.”
You lay flat against the table now, chest heaving. Your thighs quiver and you can barely keep your eyes open now. Your high was slowly coming down, but even then did you feel the electricity through your veins.
“Time to consummate the marriage!”
Jimin’s voice dances through your ears.
“Y/N,”
You open your eyes to see Jin right in front of you. His head is tilted and he appears to wait for you to be fully coherent before he speaks again.
“Welcome to the elites.” Jin says, taking a step closer between your legs.
You exhaled a shaky breath, unanswering.
Taehyung, Jimin and Jungkook stand around, their own glasses of champagne in their hand and they down them one by one.
Your low eyes watch as Jin begins to loosen his belt from around his waist.
“Enjoy your night tonight, boys.” Jimin says, lifting his third glass of champagne. His eyes turn from Jungkook to Taehyung. “There’s a long work week ahead of us.”
They carry on their own conversation that goes on deaf ears when Jin places both hands onto your waist and pulls you closer towards him.
“You aren’t going to remember this tomorrow.” Jin murmurs. “You’ve had a lot to drink.”
“I’ll manage.” you murmur back, a hand reaching out to grab at his suit. “Please fuck me.”
Jin chuckles at your filthy words but he was going to do exactly what you asked.
“I have a million on one match in Paris.” Taehyung says. “I have to leave tomorrow morning.”
Jin’s cock is leaking pre-cum when he releases it from his underwear, his suit pants dropping by his ankles.
“Your pussy is pretty.” Jin comments. “I’m glad you won the game, Y/N. You fit into this world greatly.”
Jin enters you without much warning, but your pussy is so wet that it isn’t a problem. The stretch is good, a low groan deep in your throat.
Jin begins to pound into you, his aggressive thrusts only adding to the other around the large room. His eyes watch the way your breast bounces beneath him. He hooks your legs around his waist for a deeper entrance.
Witnessing the way you submit fully to him and allowing yourself to be pleasured by his dongsaengs caused a deep desire to grow within him. In all ways but one, you were the one he needed. The endless games he partaken in to assure he found the perfect wife had led him to you.
Your pussy grips Jin’s cock with such need. It’s as if it’s been waiting for him this entire time like a missing puzzle piece. He never wants to stop, he thinks. You’re beautiful underneath the dim lights of the room, eyes dark and clouded with temptation, lust and intoxication.
“You’re gonna cum before I do.” Jin grumbles, his fingernails digging into the skin of your hips. He snaps his hips roughly, the table long moving erratically beneath the two of you. “Go ahead and let go, Y/N.”
You’re flipped, your front slammed against the cold table.You come face to face with Jungkook, who’s eyes sparkle a bit, but you don’t have the time to talk. Jin enters you once more, pounding so deep inside of you. Your hands reach out to hold anything on the table and find nothing - until Jimin takes your hand and allows you to squeeze.
“I have to go to Japan.” Jimin says, his thumb rubbing the top of your hand encouragingly as his hyung fucks you without a care in the world. “Meeting with politicians.”
“Ugh, boring.” Jungkook leans back, arms behind his head as he listens to Jimin speak.
“F-Fuck.” you shake your head, stomach churning with the familiar feeling from early - the one you lost when Jungkook was forced away from you.
“Let go,Y/N. Cum all over me.” Jin says darkly, his fingernails were going to leave bruises on your skin when he was done with you.
Your ass slams against his abdomen, his pounds growing harder and harder by the second.
“To the newlyweds.” Taehyung raises yet another glass of champagne, his words slurred a bit.
You’re seeing white this time, juices pooling out and down your thighs. You squeeze Jimin’s hand in your own, a spew of curse words leaving your lips.
Jin isn’t done - not yet. He continues fucking into you while you squirm underneath him. It was all too much to handle, the overstimulation beginning to hurt a bit. However, the pain felt good and even you found that you were going to cum once more.
“I’m going to take you to our home and fuck you even more.” Jin’s sloppy thrust indicates that he was just as wrecked as you were. A hand takes your hair and forces you back so he can place his plump lips besides your ear. “Y/N…my wife…” Jin groans, milky seeds erupting inside of you so deep. It’s just as hot as you feel, filling you to the brim entirely.
You drop back onto the table with an exhausted huff, eyes fluttering close. Jin remains inside of you, his cum pooling out and filling you up at both a rabid and slow pace. Sweat pools the corner of your forehead and you are about done with the night.
“To the newlyweds.” Jungkook claps his hands together. “I can’t wait for the wedding.”
“To think it took this long for you to find the perfect one.” Jimin states. You are asleep now. Still naked and on top of the table, weariness taking over your body completely. “One manipulative little bitch she is for tricking that girl. I like her.”
Jin agrees. He pulls his pants up and tightens his belt just as before. “Whatever it takes to win.” he says, placing a hand onto your head and rubbing a bit. “She’ll fit right in.”
best friend jin who's definitely not in love with you, no way. you guys do normal best friend things like play games together, cook meals together, fall asleep together. he definitely doesn't feel some type of way when you get all excited about winning, or watch him intently as he cooks, or let out cute little noises while you sleep.
no way.
you're best friends.
he just thinks you're cute the same way he thinks puppies are cute. he looks after you like he would all of his close friends. sure, maybe he wouldn't make just anyone their favourite, most complicated, meal on a random tuesday. or let them win all of the games they play. or watch them with soft eyes as they snore lightly, brushing their hair away from their face. but everything else he'd do for any of his friends.
he's always been a bit in denial, heart eyes that can be seen from miles away, pointed out by everyone he knows, much to his disdain. he can't exactly hide his feelings when his red ears give away his every emotion.
to be fair, you're also in denial. not about your feelings, definitely about his, cause who are you to think someone like your best friend jin would be in love with you. there has to be some other explanation.
it all comes to a head one day, when you're left out in the rain, crying as you realise you lost your friends, frantically trying to figure out a way home. it's the middle of the night, you shouldn't phone jin, it wouldn't be fair, but you really can't think of anything else.
jin gets his phone call, interrupted during an important meeting that's gone on far too long. after excusing himself to answer the call, he realises he has no choice but to come find you, hearing your voice cracks and sniffles on the other end of the line. that's how you find yourself looking at him, tears and rain blurring your vision, but there's no mistaking that it's your jin. it's that moment you both realise this isn't just a regular friendship, that you wouldn't have called just any of your friends, and jin wouldn't have come running for anyone else.
best friend jin who's maybe just a little bit in love with you, or maybe a lot.
iii.in search of a happy ending - how far we've come.
⠀⠀husband!seokjin, eternal threads of hope.
HUSBAND!SEOKJIN who proposes to you backstage before a show. if he was already nervous about the show, why not add the extra nerves of a proposal? it was the only logical solution for Jin who, just minutes before stepping onstage, took your hands and simply proposed, no ring, no words, no plan – just those four words, bright eyes, and a nervous smile. ‘i have to go, but first i want to know something. will you marry me?’
HUSBAND!SEOKJIN who asks your wedding guests to write a message for you to open on your first anniversary without telling you anything. from table to table, from person to person, Jin made a point of asking all your guests to keep his surprise a secret, wanting above all to show you a year from now that all the guests, all the people who were dear and important to you, believed in your love as much as he did – it was the reassurance that your passion was destined long ago. ‘i know how important they are to you. i thought you’d like to see their predictions about us.’
HUSBAND!SEOKJIN who sees a picture of two items together and sends you the caption «us in another universe». two cardboard boxes in the trash, two open paint cans, two shiny marbles – there was no limit to Jin’s precious heart. it was a strange quality, especially when the objects got more eccentric, but you saved all the images on your phone, smiling when you saw hammers and chandeliers among your photos with Jin – maybe he was right, maybe you really were those two cowboy hats. ‘look at these straws! that’s us in another universe, can’t you see?’
HUSBAND!SEOKJIN who buys his shirts with you in mind because he knows you’ll steal them. it was already a habit for Jin to buy clothes with you in mind: with so many shirts and sweaters, your part of the closet was filled with your husband’s clothes, and it was easy for Jin to notice which prints and colors caught your eye the most. so Jin’s shopping bags were full of clothes for him, yes, but every color and print was your favorite, so when you steal his clothes, you feel even more beautiful than you already are. ‘i went shopping today. want to see what shirts i bought? i think you’ll like them.’
HUSBAND!SEOKJIN who takes you to ikea to pretend to be a melodramatic couple in a hollywood movie in the kitchen section. you and Jin were happy together, with the occasional fight, but nothing a kiss or an apology couldn’t solve. but you and Jin also enjoyed the drama, feeling the adrenaline rush through your veins and forcing you to say nonsensical words. that’s why visiting ikea while looking for furniture always ended up in the kitchen section, where between counters and sinks, the two of you adopted the role of a long-suffering couple, always ending up with ridiculous arguments that made you laugh. ‘if we go there now, we can have a ten-minute argument. do you want to go?’
HUSBAND!SEOKJIN who insists on having a photo gallery of you in the living room. photos he took of you and you of him, photos of you, and photos of the most important moments of your life were forever framed on the white wall of your living room, telling, through bright colors and genuine poses, your love story to anyone who came to visit. it was Jin’s favorite part of the entire house. ‘i just want everyone to know how our love only grows with each passing moment.’
HUSBAND!SEOKJIN who swears that your love is connected by a red thread that will never break. Jin believed that, at the beginning of time, the gods admired the depth of your love and, as such, bound you with a thread, intending to unite you for all your lives. it was destiny. it was history. it was true. your love would never end because the thread that united you was created by the most enduring stars in the universe. ‘in this universe or another. in this life or the next. it doesn’t matter where or when. i will always look for you and i will always love you.’
POV: When you tell him "You need him" and he just looks at you & nods like this 🫠🫠🫠
Yeashffdghjdkrjfkgkfhsgwhshdjrjxjfjkzffgh... Why tf is he so goddamn hotttttttttt... I'm losing my sanity all over again... This guy can make me ovulate even on my non-ovulating days 😩
