#onsra

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Tutunamayanlar'da; "kollarımı açıp tüm insanlığı kucaklıyorum." diyen Oğuz Atay, tehlikeli oyunlarda ; "bütün dünyayı kucaklamak isterken, neredeyse bu dünyanın altında eziliyordum" diyerek umudunu kesmişti insanlardan. Bu hayatın en yorucu vazgeçişidir.

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Onsra

(v.) to love for the last time; a bittersweet feeling of knowing that a love won't last

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it is YOUR TURN to drop some oc lore 🤲 please

🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂ the turns have tabled

OKAY SO THE OCS OF THE NIGHT ARE MARCIELLE THE VAMPIRE AND HIS NON BOYFRIEND TOBIAS BUT ONLY THE HAPPY THINGS

tobias calls marcielle marci and mars but marcielle only calls tobias his full name

tobias could eat 50 pounds of strawberries and still not be satisfied

marcielle used to drink blood out of a vase while dramatically draping himself over the rails of his stairs and now he's lucky if he even gets dressed to find some

both of them are whores except tobias is the mind is willing but the flesh is weak kind

after they slept w/ eachother marci stayed up for hours just staring at tobias with full heart eyes and only fell asleep cause he was exhausted

the way marcielle finds out he's falling for tobias is because he gave him his coat when it was cold outside and tobias laughed cause it was cold since marci produces no body head and marci got made fun of for trying to be a romcom protag

tobias drinks paint water at least 5 times a week

[writingthingstokeepmebusy]

                                                      Onsra

“The bittersweet feeling that occurs in those who know their love won’t last”

Y/N knows that her death is inevitable, the same way she knows rain is coming by the smell of petrichor in the air. She’s become immune to the fear of dying, and has come to despise the endless cycles of treatment, remission, and joy, just for everything to repeat again. So instead she wants to live her last few months doing things she won’t get to do soon. 

Seungcheol is a story teller, a romantic, a dreamer. When these two lives intertwine the universe in not ready for the cataclysmic bend of wills for these two. Can Seungcheol convince Y/N that life, though painful and terrifying, is worth living?

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Onsra- Chapter 35: Kiss It Better

banner created by: @envity ♥️

pairing: vampire!jungkook x female reader (also vamp!tae x ga-in oc & vamp!jimin x yuri oc)

genre: E2L, romance, drama, angst, horror

warnings for this chapter: a little blood, panic attacks, some self hatred ;-; characters have a hard time with selflove, maybe I failed this chapter maybe not we don’t know. 

word count: 8.9k

Onsra: ML, Previous

I genuinely don't know how I feel about this one but, here it is ;-;

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I told you she would be sweet.

Jungkook takes a deep breath, letting it out through his nose as he sucks your blood slowly. His mind is covered in nothing but darkness. All he can feel is anger and an insatiable hunger as he sinks his teeth further into your neck and sucks harder.

Everything is a fog, none of his memories are clear; all he can feel is a need for blood. Your blood.

See what you’ve been missing out on?

“Kookie, you broke your promise…you said you’d never hurt me…”

Jungkook opens his eyes at those words. With his mind starting to clear, he pulls away slowly. He blinks in confusion, then as you start sliding down the wall, the realization of what he just did hits him. Jungkook grabs you as you fall, his stomach lurching, “Y/n? What—”

The sound of the door opening echoes in the hall, but Jungkook doesn’t even notice it as his mind reels in a blind panic about what he just did to you.

“Jungkook…what did you do?”

He doesn’t answer.

Seokjin steps closer carefully, noticing the blood dripping slowly from the small wound in your neck. Jin’s heart is racing as he tries to assess the situation; your head is lolled to the side and your eyes are closed as Jungkook slides to the ground with you, holding your body gently.

“Y/n?” Jungkook whispers tearfully, not believing what he’s seeing and more so, that he did it to you. He doesn’t remember anything; he doesn’t know what happened to make him turn on the one person he loves the most in this world.

When Jin is a few steps away, Jungkook looks up at him, horror swimming in the youngest’s gaze. “It’s okay, Kook. Just stay calm.” Jin crouches down to the ground to be closer as he reaches out to touch Jungkook’s arm.

The young vampire flinches away. “I- I d-didn’t-…I didn’t m-mean t-to.” His voice is shaking uncontrollably as he looks back down at your unconscious state. In the next second, as Jin tries to touch him again and say something, Jungkook is on his feet and bolting out the front door, shoving passed everyone just coming inside.

“Kook!” Jimin calls after him, but his call goes unanswered.

Jin’s attention is on you now, though. He feels for a pulse, breathing a sigh of relief when he feels a faint pounding through your wrist. “She’s still here. Tae! Please help me.”

The tall blonde hurries over after getting over his initial shock, scooping you up in his arms easily and carrying you to the couch, laying you down gently. Ga-In is right behind him, brushing your sweaty hair out of your face and caressing your cheeks, “Y/n? Can you hear me?” She wipes her tears and continues to gently pat your face when you don’t make any indication of hearing her words.

“Move, move, move.” Jin pushes past everyone gathered in the archway of the living room, grimacing at the pain in his side as he hurries to your side once again.

“Fuck.” He mumbles quietly, then he’s yelling for someone to get a cold rag and his first aid kit.

“Is she dying? Is she going to turn?” Ga-In is frantically wiping her tears, watching as Jin places the cold rag that Namjoon grabbed for him on your burning forehead.

“I don’t know, Ga-In.” Jin’s voice wavers as he reluctantly tells her the truth. Because he has no idea what’s going to happen to you. In all the times he’s seen a person be bitten, they turned, or they died.

No one notices Namjoon watching worriedly from the back before turning and leaving the house, making his way towards the woods.

~                      ~                    ~

By the time Hoseok has gotten Honey upstairs and away from the chaos, and Jimin has practically dragged Yuri out of the living room at Jin’s insistence for everyone but Ga-In and Tae to leave and give him space, you still haven’t regained consciousness. Jin keeps rewetting the rag to cool it down, then he places it on your forehead until it inevitably heats up and needs to be cooled again. He’s already cleaned and bandaged the wound on your neck, now all they can do is wait.

After a little while, Sooyoung comes into the room and walks over to Tae, wanting to tell him something. Taehyung moves to a side of the living room with her and Sooyoung whispers softly, “I’m not sure of anything, but I know it’s possible for her to be okay. She might not turn, and I don’t think she’s going to die at this point.” Tae furrows his brows in confusion.

“What do you mean? How do you know this?” He whispers back.

Sooyoung shifts awkwardly before pulling up the long sleeve of her shirt and showing him two puncture wounds on her wrist. Then, she pulls her long hair from her shoulder to uncover her neck, revealing two more puncture wounds. She wrings her hands, obviously not comfortable with talking about this.

“The vampires that captured me drank my blood a few times. They always made sure I knew that the only reason they kept me alive and from changing was for their fun. If they killed or changed me, their sport would be over.” Sooyoung looks back over at you, worry creasing her brow.

“They never took a lot of my blood, so I can’t be sure if Jungkook drank too much of y/n’s or if she’s going to change. But I thought I should let you know.” She finishes and tugs lightly at the cuffs of her sleeves in an almost anxious tick.

Taehyung’s heart soars at the knowledge that you really might be alright, as small a chance as it is considering you aren’t awake yet, and they aren’t sure how long Jungkook had you before they came in.

But it’s still a chance.

He thanks Sooyoung quietly and she gives a small nod before leaving the room. Then Tae walks over to relay the news to Ga-In and Jin.

Both are relieved that there is some hope, but no one can relax yet.

An hour passes, and no one has heard from Jungkook. Everyone is aware now that Namjoon is gone too, but no one has any idea where he’s gone to. Jin, Tae, and Ga-In all stay glued to your side, willing you to wake up and let them know you’re okay.

Taehyung paces the room while Ga-In sits on the floor by the couch with her head in her hands, unmoving. Seokjin sits in a chair that’s been placed next to the couch as he stares blankly at the mantel piece where Koko is swimming around in his little bowl, completely unaware of the dire situation.

“Where did he go?” Tae blurts out, clenched fist covering his mouth.

Seokjin doesn’t look away from the mantel as he snaps, “I don’t know. But right now, y/n is our priority…Namjoon probably went to find him.”

Tae frowns at that, but he can tell Jin is only being cold because he’s worried. He knows that Jin is probably dwelling on Jungkook’s absence as much as he is, but he’s feeling overwhelmed, and understandably so. Tae glances worriedly at you again, then he does a double take before hurrying over to the couch.

“She moved!” He breathes in disbelief, catching the attention of Ga-In and Jin, who both jump and turn their attention to you immediately.

You’re lying still as a rock while they stare at you, waiting with bated breath for you to move again. After a full minute of nothing, Tae sighs. “I saw her move, I swear.”  

Ga-in brushes a strand of hair off your forehead, then she gasps when your eyelids twitch. “She did move! Did you see that?”

Jin nods, “I saw it. She might be waking up.”

They all watch you anxiously for another five minutes, expecting you to open your eyes at any second.

But you never do.

Jin curses quietly under his breath and drops his head into his hands.

Then it takes all three of them by surprise when your arm twitches suddenly. Ga-In looks at you hopefully while Tae and Jin watch warily, not sure what to expect.

Your arm twitches again, then your whole body starts to move around almost aimlessly.

“Fucking shit.” Seokjin mutters anxiously a split second before you start convulsing. He pins your arms to your side as Tae rewets the towel to cool your flaming skin. Ga-In speaks in hushed tones to keep you calm, but the fear in her eyes is clear.

“What do we do?” Ga-In asks tearfully, not sure if she really expects an answer.

Needless to say, she doesn’t get one.

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A bright light blinds you, making you squint your eyes in pain. You can’t see anything but walls that are so purely white, it’s too painful to look at. The ground underneath you the same color as the walls, and it wobbles unsteadily under you.

The sharp pain in your neck turns to a dull throbbing as you feel your useless legs give out underneath you, and you fall.

Then, everything goes black.

You reach out blindly, trying to touch anything that can give you a sense of where you are, but your hands meet nothing except air.

The panic starts to rise, and you push it down as best as you can. The throbbing in your neck feels like a flame starting from the one spot and spreading across your neck and left shoulder, licking and burning the untouched skin in its path.

You can hear someone crying, but it doesn’t sound like anyone you know.

The wails make you sick to your stomach, so you try to plug your ears, but the anguished cries won’t be silenced.

You curl into a ball, pulling your legs up to your chest in an attempt at calming yourself. You clench your eyes shut, whispering nonsense to yourself to drown out the loud voice in your head, whispering in glee.

Welcome to hell.

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Jungkook stumbles through the forest, his mind reeling. He can’t process the fact that he hurt you.

You.

He loves you more than he’s ever loved anyone in his entire life.

And he hurt you.

It won’t click.

He promised you. He promised you he would never hurt you ever again, and now he’s done something so horrible that it makes him physically ill. As Jungkook pushes frantically through the branches of trees in his path, images of your unconscious face flash in his vision. The deep red color of the blood dripping down your neck from the wound that he gave you, seeps into his mind.

And you said you loved her.

Ha!

I’d like to see what she has to say about that when she wakes up.

If she wakes up.

“No! She’s okay.” Jungkook whimpers, finally letting his legs give out as he slumps to the ground. “She’s going to wake up.” Jungkook doesn’t know who he’s trying to convince at this point.

You’re right, she will wake up…

But she isn’t going to be the same.

The horror in Jungkook’s body causes him to shake as he scoots himself backward until his back is against a tree, screaming as he plugs his ears.

“No! No, no, no! She won’t turn, she won’t turn!!”

Look at you…you’re really a monster now.

Not only did you hurt the girl you claimed to love, but you doomed her to a fate worse than death.

“NO!” Jungkook is grabbing at his hair and tugging on it, after plugging his ears has proven to be futile. He can’t breathe. He can’t breathe.

Jungkook gasps and grabs at his chest, wishing more than anything that he had died when the vampire first bit him. He wishes he never found you.

A memory of you wiping deer blood from his hands pops into his head suddenly; your gentle touch on his hands as you ever so carefully clean him after knowing he had done something so vile.

Then an image of you resting your head on his shoulder and touching him gently when you were all crammed into the back of the minivan pushes its way to the front of his mind.

You following him around like a lost puppy, even when he was so cruel to you before.

Your eyes shining when you look at him, your cheeks tinted in a little blush when he makes you flustered.

You throwing yourself into his arms and kissing him when he was so sure that you would never trust him again.

“I love you.”

Your voice whispers in his mind, as soft as ever.

Jungkook’s cries are so gut wrenching that he finds himself hunched over and throwing up into a pile of leaves, gagging on his choked breaths.

He slumps forward to the ground when there’s nothing left in his stomach, his forehead laying on the cool grass as he breathes shakily. Each breath out is a strangled sob, choking him again and again.

Please just let me die.

“Jungkook.”

The vampire doesn’t move when he hears someone call his name, he just lies there and keeps wishing as hard as he can that none of this ever happened, that he had just died that day when he was bitten.

Namjoon sees the youngest curled in on himself at the base of a tree, coughing and choking tearfully. He walks over slowly, not wanting to startle him. “Jungkook.” He says again, but he doesn’t get a response.

Namjoon stops right next to Jungkook, then he sits next to the tree and takes Jungkook’s arm. He pulls him- quite easily- into his lap. Jungkook doesn’t speak, but he doesn’t fight him either. He just lies there and lets Namjoon wrap his arms around him, holding him tightly.

After a few minutes, Jungkook opens his eyes. Namjoon looks down and sees the deep red color covering the youngest’s irises. He would normally be worried that Jungkook is going to go on some violent rampage like he does when this happens, but this time, his heart hurts even worse.

Because Jungkook is calm.

Jungkook must sense Namjoon’s sadness, because he looks up at him and speaks in a choked whisper. “I know…I’m really a vampire now, aren’t I?”

Namjoon stays quiet, but that’s all Jungkook needs to know he’s right. He blinks, a few more tears sliding down his cheeks. “Please tell me y/n is okay.”

“She’s alive, but she hasn’t woken up yet. At least, not while I was there.” Namjoon says softly.

Jungkook buries his head in his hands, still curled in Namjoon’s lap. He’s beyond relieved that you’re alive, but nothing is certain about your state other than that. He doesn’t know how to process this. It feels like a horrible nightmare, and he’s going to wake up any minute, finding you sitting on his bed and nagging him to get up.

You want him to wake up so you can go and feed Koko, pick flowers, and explore the woods. You’re kind of afraid of the woods, but when Jungkook is with you, you aren’t scared of getting lost. Maybe you two can pack a lunch and have a picnic, like you wanted to do for so long. Or maybe he can teach you how to climb trees better, so you won’t have to be so afraid.

Jungkook hates seeing you so scared all the time. He wishes he could take away your fear and promise you he will always be there to protect you.

“Jungkook, will you listen to what I want to say?”

His older brother’s voice breaks through Jungkook’s cluttered and confused mind, yanking him back to reality as the horrible truth weighs down on his chest. He starts to shake again, reaching his hands up to plug his ears.

Namjoon watches him sadly, his heart aching at the sight of the broken boy in front of him.

Then he reaches over and gently takes his hands off his ears, holding them tightly in his own. Namjoon was never the overly affectionate one, although he’s always cared about his brothers immensely. He was never able to show it much.

Jungkook’s eyes are pinched shut as he tries desperately to conjure up the lie he’s convinced himself of. You’re okay and you’re trying to wake him up. You’re okay and you’re trying to wake him up.

“I gotta wake up. I gotta wake up.” Jungkook mutters anxiously, not caring that Namjoon has his hands, just keeping his eyes closed as he repeats the words over and over.

“Jungkook, look at me…look at me.” At the tone of Namjoon’s voice, Jungkook opens his eyes and looks at him. “I didn’t bite her. I didn’t hurt her…” He whispers faintly.

Namjoon purses his lips, trying to gather his thoughts.

“I would never hurt her.”

He looks down at Jungkook, who’s gaze is unfocused, tears brimming in his deep red eyes as he looks somewhere far away.

“I love her…”

“I know.” Namjoon sighs, brushing the hair out of Jungkook’s face that has gotten sticky with his tears and stuck to him. “Listen Jungkook, I think she’s going to be okay…but wouldn’t you like to be there to help her?”

Jungkook nods absentmindedly, and Namjoon knows he’s disassociating himself.

“Kook, you need to stay with me. You can’t help her if you don’t focus.” Namjoon’s voice is strict, but kind. He takes Jungkook’s shoulders and moves him to a sitting position, leaning him against the trunk of the tree.

“You said it was hopeless.” Jungkook speaks in an almost confused tone, his words breathy and unclear.

“What?” Namjoon asks.

“You said it was hopeless…you said we would never be humans again, hyung. You said that. You said that and you were right…you’re always right.”

“Kook-“

“Y/n needs a human…I can’t keep hurting her like this. It’s my fault she’s hurting, hyung.” Tears have started to brim in his eyes again. “Can you do it for me?” His head lolls to the side as he looks at his older brother.

Namjoon is beyond confused. He has no idea what Jungkook is asking of him. “Do what, Kook?”

“Kill me…please.”

Namjoon feels his heart lurch at the words coming from his littlest brother’s mouth. The youngest doesn’t even seem sad about his words, he’s just desperate.

“Just get rid of me, and y/n can be happy again.”

“Jungkook-“

“As long as I’m here she’s going to get hurt!!” Jungkook screams, then drops his head back onto the tree, clearly exhausted.

“Jungkook listen to me-“

“Just stop, hyung-“

“No! Now you have to listen to me!” Namjoon raises his voice, his patience finally gone.

Jungkook looks over at him, waiting for him to speak, but knowing he isn’t going to change his mind.

“Yes, you hurt her Jungkook. But why the fuck would you two be in that position anyway? Because no matter what has happened, she has stayed with you.”

Jungkook blinks back more tears, listening to Namjoon as the older vampire rants, having finally had enough of this.

“You did something wrong. That doesn’t mean you can run away and pretend it didn’t happen, though. No matter what you tell yourself, and eventually convince yourself of, y/n is hurt. Nothing is going to change that.”

Jungkook swallows thickly, knowing that Namjoon is right. He’s been trying to pretend like it’s all a terrible dream, because he can’t fathom himself hurting you like that. He still can’t believe it. He was so confused and horrified at his own actions, that he left you. After hurting you, he left.

First it’s one tear, then another. Soon, he’s crying softly, choking on his tears. “Hyung, I don’t know what to do.” Jungkook looks at Namjoon, his blood red eyes reflecting more pain and regret than the other vampire has ever seen.

“You go back to her…and you don’t give up.” Namjoon says seriously, not willing to watch his younger brother fade away into nothing.

“How can I? I fucked up. I don’t deserve her…she probably doesn’t want anything to do with me.” Jungkook’s breath quickens, the reality of the situation becoming clearer. “What do I do if she turns? Fuck…fuck, I can’t.” Jungkook sobs, his body shaking all over again.

“You get back there…and no matter what happened, you’re going to face the consequences of your actions.” Namjoon puts a hand on his shoulder, making sure he knows he’s there. “Y/n has stuck by you through thick and thin, and even now, I’m sure she is only worried about you. Would you rather leave her forever when she needs you the most?”

Jungkook stares into the forest blankly, his mind battling itself more than it ever has. The darkness looms overhead, threatening to choke out the tiny sliver of light that is left. And it could, in a split second it could take over his mind and leave him as nothing but the empty shell of who he used to be. He’d be no more than a despicable monster, hiding behind the face of his past self.

He doesn’t know why, but something urges him to reach into his pocket. So, he carefully pats them, feeling nothing. Jungkook reaches into his right pocket as Namjoon watches him curiously.

When he pulls out the tiny white flower, smooshed beyond repair, Jungkook’s throat closes. How long had that been in his pocket? He put it there after you had kissed him for the first time. It had fallen out of your hair…

He closes his eyes and breathes deeply.

I’m going to prove that I care about you. I’ll show you, Jeon Jungkook.

He opens his eyes, the tiny light still flickering in the back of his mind, not willing to be over shadowed.

Not yet.

Jungkook wipes his tears, shaking his head as he stands unsteadily before placing the little white flower back into his pocket. Namjoon sighs quietly in relief, thankful that his stern approach didn’t backfire.

Jungkook can’t believe how selfish it was for him to run out on you, as terrified as he was. The amount of times he scared you, and you never ran out on him… He doesn’t want to think about the hurt he’s put you through, but now isn’t the time to run away and pretend it didn’t happen. Jungkook moves to head back, but Namjoon stops him.

“Kook, wait.”

The vampire turns back, a question in his eyes. “What?”

“I was wrong.”

Jungkook looks at him in confusion, “What do you mean?”

Namjoon has never admitted to being wrong before. He was always the genius among them, and everyone usually took his word for things. But whenever someone would question him when they disagreed, he’d never say he made a mistake.

He wasn’t self-centered, but he could be a bit prideful and big-headed at times. Admitting he was wrong about something, is one thing none of them would ever think of hearing come from his mouth.

“I was wrong, when I said it was hopeless.” Namjoon looks away from Jungkook. “I was scared…and I shouldn’t have said it. I knew everyone was panicking because we had just turned, and we didn’t know what was going on. You all turned to me for answers, for hope that things would be alright. But I didn’t give that to you.”

Jungkook swallows, seeing Namjoon stand and still not meet his eyes.

“I always thought I was the brightest…I might be smart, but I’ve learned a lot about wisdom, from all of you. There’s a difference between them. There’s more to life than always being the top and always being perfect, and I’m sorry I failed to teach you that.” Namjoon wipes away a stray tear, “Don’t give up Kook, because there’s always hope. I see that now…and I’m sorry.”

Jungkook walks over to Namjoon and wraps his arms around him, startling the older vampire. “It’s okay hyung, you’ll turn back. I know you will.” He whispers, making Namjoon tear up again. The older of the two pulls away, wiping his face in embarrassment, “We’re in this together. Now, let’s get you back to y/n.”

Jungkook’s stomach flips over but he nods, turning to run back to you, and praying that he isn’t too late to let you know you’re never alone.

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“Taehyung please get me some more cold water! And grab a glass of water, too!” Seokjin shouts, trying to keep you on the couch as your body writhes around. Ga-In has a hand on each of your arms, doing her best to pin you down without hurting you. “It’s okay, y/n. If you can hear me, just know that you’re alright.” Ga-In says tearfully.

Tae rushes in with the bowl of water and another glass of it. Seokjin has him go into his first aid kit and get some fever medicine.

“How do we give it to her?” Tae asks, his eyes wide in panic.

Seokjin shakes his head, “I don’t know, but she needs something for her fever now. I don’t want to give it to her when she’s like this, she’ll choke. We need to calm her down-”

“She’s opening her eyes!” Ga-In cries in relief as your body slows down to a twitch, your eyes moving under the lids.

Jin leans over you, putting the cold rag onto your forehead, “Y/n? Can you hear me?”

Your eyes flutter open, rolling to the back of your head as they all gasp in horror at the reddish color now covering your irises.

“Fuck.” Jin rasps, trying not to panic.

Ga-In starts sobbing uncontrollably while Tae tries his best to keep everyone calm. Then they hear the front door slam open, and footsteps running down the hall.

Jungkook appears in the doorway of the living room just as you start to convulse again. He runs in and stumbles to his knees at your side, grabbing your hands and holding them close to his chest. “Hey, hey. I’m here. You’re okay, baby.” Jungkook whispers, his voice thick with tears.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, please don’t give up.” Jungkook keeps his composure as best he can but wants nothing more than to crumple and disappear at the sight of seeing you struggle.

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“Hey, hey. I’m here. You’re okay, baby...please don’t give up.”

Jungkook?

“Jungkook!” You shout and uncover your ears, sitting up in the darkness. The cold voice keeps taunting with a playful lilt, but you ignore it.

You get to your feet and take off.

Maniacal laughter bounces around you, but you keep running.

You’re running so fast, that when you slam into a door, you fly backwards and land on your butt, hard. You wince in pain, then quickly get to your feet and try the knob on the door.

Locked.

“Hey! Let me in!!” You pound on the door, noticing a tiny little window in it that’s covered with a black cloth.

The doorknob turns and you cry out in relief, opening the door and moving to get into the room where you can see light streaming from now.

Are you sure you want to do that?

You freeze, turning to see nothing in the inky blackness. The disembodied voice from before floats around you.

If you go in that door, you’re going to be miserable.

You’re going to be afraid, and for good reason.

You blink a few times, not sure if you should listen or just run while you can.

The world out there is cruel, and full of pain-

Before it gets the chance to finish, you make up your mind and throw yourself into the room, the bright light blinding you as you gasp in a breath of fresh air.

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The sun filters in through the blinds, signaling that morning has come.

No one has moved from their positions. Ga-In is sitting on the floor, her knees pulled up to her chest, her face hiding. Tae sits next to her, doing all he can to stay positive. Jin sits in the chair next to the couch, his head in his hands. And Jungkook is kneeling by the couch, your hands clutched in his, his forehead gently pressing to yours as he whispers to you softly.

“You’re the strongest person I’ve ever met. You can do this. You’ll be okay.” Jungkook says whatever goes through his head, fully believing that you can hear him.

He leans back to look at you, your eyes closed but fluttering a bit, like they have been all night. Several times through the night, his mind clouded over with darkness and he was tempted to run again, but he stayed put. He is never going to leave you again.

Then, everyone but Jungkook jumps in surprise when you shoot straight up, gasping. Your eyes are wide open, the red completely gone now, your normal color covering your irises, like nothing ever changed.

Ga-In starts screaming, jumping up from the floor and running to wrap you in her arms, holding you tighter than she ever has.

“Y/N!! I’M GOING TO KILL YOU, DON’T EVER DO THAT AGAIN!” She’s sobbing her eyes out as you pat her on the back, not remembering anything or how you got where you are. The last thing you remember is asking Jungkook if he wanted to catch fireflies with you, and now you’re surrounded as you sit on the couch in confusion.  

“What happened?” You croak, your throat sore as if you’d been screaming for hours.  

“I bit you.” Jungkook speaks up, taking everyone by surprise with his forwardness. You gently push Ga-In away so you can see Jungkook, kneeling by the couch.

“What?”

“Last night, I bit you.” He says again, his eyes never leaving yours.

Jin immediately stands up and takes Tae and Ga-In, gently pulling them out of the room so the two of you can talk.

Your mind is racing, not having a single clue as to what he’s talking about. “W-what do you mean you bit me?”

“I don’t know how it happened.” Jungkook swallows thickly, “I suddenly couldn’t control myself. Then I left, because I was terrified…If it wasn’t for Jin hyung and the others, you’d probably be dead right now. I’m sorry.”

You look down and see Jungkook’s hands trembling. Your heart aches at the sight and you reach out to touch his shaking hands. At this point, you aren’t sure which one of you you’re trying to comfort.

Then it all comes rushing back to you.

Jungkook getting angry and pinning you to the wall, then biting you.

Your throat closes as you watch him struggle to contain his tears. “You came back.” You whisper, making him lift his head.

“Why did you come back?”

You watch him closely, wanting an honest answer. Jungkook wipes his eyes and takes your hand in his, “I’m sorry I left. It’s no excuse, but I was so scared…I couldn’t believe what I’d done, I still can’t believe it. I don’t want anything to do with myself anymore. I don’t know what happened to me, but I realized that no matter what, I couldn’t leave you. I love you.”

You smile weakly, a small tear slipping down your cheek. “Are you okay, Jungkook?”

“I hurt you, y/n! It’s a miracle that you’re not dead or turned right now! And you’re wondering if I’m okay?” Jungkook stutters in disbelief. You frown, other than a small headache and feeling weak, you’re fine.

“I’m okay-“

“Stop, y/n. Just let yourself be not okay!” Jungkook cries in frustration. “Please! Hit me, kick me, do something! I’m a piece of shit for hurting you, and you just say you’re okay! Please don’t push your feelings away anymore.”

Jungkook’s desperate words hit something in you and you finally start to cry. The fear from last night comes out in body wracking sobs as you try to catch your breath.

“I- I was so scared.” You whimper, stuffing your face in your hands, your shoulders shaking from the overwhelming emotions trying to escape you.

You hold your arms out and Jungkook pushes himself into your hold, wrapping his arms around you tightly. He tucks his face into the crook of your neck and rocks you side to side gently. “I know, I’m so sorry. I’m so, so sorry.”

You cry into Jungkook’s shoulder for the next ten minutes, then you start to hiccup when your tears slow down. “P-please don’t hate yourself, Kookie.” You whisper brokenly. Jungkook bites his lip as you continue.

“It wasn’t you. The second you believe it was you, you’ll backtrack even more. I know you would never hurt me, Kookie.”

“I did, though.” He whispers.

“That wasn’t you. My beautiful Kook would never hurt me.” You pull back and smile at him tearfully, wiping his eyes. Jungkook sighs shakily, “Y/n, I need you to promise me something.” You keep your eyes on him, listening intently.

“You need to promise me that if I ever do something like that again, you’ll leave. You are worth more than you think you are, and I want you to see that. You don’t deserve to be treated horribly, even if you believe you do. You’re an amazing girl, and I love you. But that’s why I need you to promise that you’ll take care of yourself.” Jungkook says, looking into your eyes desperately, “If I ever lay a hand on you again, you leave.”

You nod slowly, finally understanding what he means. “Ok, I promise.”

“There are people in this world that will take advantage of your kindness, and you can’t let them do that. I don’t know what’s going to happen to me, but I swear if I feel like I might change again, I’ll leave. You’re worth more than that.” Jungkook presses his forehead to yours, breathing heavily, his mind racing with relief that you’re okay, and that you’ve finally promised to not let anyone walk all over you.

You pull away after a second when you realize something.

Something you should have noticed by now.

“Jungkook…”

His eyes are a dark red, like when he starts going crazy and blood hungry. But he’s being himself…that means…

…you’re too late.

“You’re going to leave me, aren’t you?” You ask quietly, another tear escaping. Jungkook shakes his head, “I won’t leave until I have to. You’re stuck with me, for now.” He gives you a weak smile, no doubt hiding his fear that he’s almost gone.

“I wanna be stuck with you forever.” You frown, letting him give you a quick kiss on the forehead. You will not cry again. You don’t want to upset him even more.

But it hurts so bad.

Jungkook calls the others in to see you, after they had been working their asses off all night to save you, and they hadn’t gotten to talk with you yet.

Ga-In won’t let go of you, sitting next to you and holding you in her arms while Tae gushes about how strong you were until Jin has to make the boy sit down and take a deep breath. You thank all of them until you’re out of breath, knowing you have them to thank for you being here.

They let Honey come in, and you pull her into your lap, cuddling her close. She pulls back and moves your hair to see the bandage on your neck. Then, she leans forward and gives it a little kiss, whispering, “I kissed it better.” Your heart melts and you hug her again, not noticing the way Jungkook watches you from the side of the room, a sad smile on his face.

When Jin ushers everyone out so you can get some rest while they whip up some food for you, you find yourself with just Jungkook once again. He has you lie down on the couch and he sits on the couch by your waist, playing with your hair.

Jungkook twirls your hair around his finger and gently brushes it out, trying to help you relax. You watch him sadly, noting the way he avoids your eyes, his own swimming with suppressed pain.

“Kookie.”

“Mm?”

“Please look at me?” You ask softly.

Jungkook turns his gaze from your hair up to your eyes, his dark red eyes shining with unfallen tears. “Yes?” He swallows the choked sob that almost slips out. You reach up and stroke his cheek with your thumb, “I’m alright, Kook.”

He nods, one little tear slipping out. You brush it away gently, “I hate it when you cry. But if it makes you feel better, please cry all you want.”

A broken sob leaves his throat.

“I can’t tell you how sorry I am, there isn’t any way for me to show you.” Jungkook cries quietly, his mind bombarding him again and the guilt overwhelming him. “I’m so fucking relieved that you’re okay. I don’t know what I would’ve done if I had lost you.”

“You didn’t lose me. You’ll never lose me, Kook.” You coo and continue to wipe his tears.

“I’m so sorry. I am so, so sorry.” Jungkook leans down and buries his face into your shoulder, letting his tears fall. They tickle your neck as they drip onto it and slide down, hurting your heart even more. You wrap your arms around him and cradle his head, running your fingers through his hair to calm him.

His whimpers eventually fade away as he breathes deeply, inhaling your scent and calming himself. “I love you, Kookie…you know that.” He nods at your words, his head still tucked in your neck.

You can feel Jungkook’s body shaking, his emotions on overdrive after almost losing you. “Hey.” You tap his head until he lifts his tear-stained face to look at you.

“Tell me what’s going on in your head.” You whisper.

“I don’t know how to fix this.” His quiet voice is laced with thick tears and sorrow. You hum and pull him closer so you can kiss him on the forehead, your lips lingering there for a moment before pulling away.

“There.” You whisper with a smile. “I kissed it better.”

Jungkook finally gives you a small smile, letting your heart lift.

~                       ~                        ~

“I told you you’d turn back.”

Namjoon turns from inspecting himself closely in the mirror to see Jungkook leaning against the bathroom doorway, his arms crossed as he gives his older brother a small smile.

“Kook, hi.” Namjoon fidgets a little, guilt creeping into his mind even though he has no idea how he’s turned back into a human.

“You look good.” Jungkook says, still smiling.

“Oh, t-thanks.” Namjoon laughs nervously. “I honestly have no idea what happened. I wasn’t feeling well before I went to bed last night. When I woke up, I was like this.”

“Weird.” Jungkook muses, but he has an idea of what might have caused it. “Maybe you should ask Seokjin hyung about it.”

“Yeah, that’s probably a good idea.”

Jungkook nods and moves to leave, but a hand on his arm stops him.

“Hey, uh-“

He turns back to Namjoon, “Yeah?”

“Don’t-…this just-“

“It’s okay, hyung. I’m happy for you, and I understand.” Jungkook reassures him, then he turns to go back and check on you.

Namjoon watches him go, a sad smile on his face as he contemplates on how to help the youngest.

~                       ~                    ~

“Hey you.” Jungkook smiles at you from the entrance to the living room. You look up from your bowl of soup as he walks over to you. A huge smile spreads across your face at the sight of him, and you set your soup down on your lap carefully.

“Hey, Kookie.”

The smile on your face and the happy gleam in your eye makes his chest ache. He hates himself for what he did to you, and the fact that you aren’t even upset with him makes him hate himself even more.

It all seems like a horrible nightmare. The events of the night before don’t feel real to anyone in the house, the only evidence that it even happened is the bandage on your neck; and the sight of it makes Jungkook sick to his stomach, knowing he caused the damage underneath.

So far, you haven’t had any problems other than a small headache that went away after Jin gave you some medicine, and some weakness in your arms and legs.

Seokjin, Jungkook, and the girls have all been monitoring you closely the entire day; making sure that you’re eating and that no other symptoms come up. Ga-In, Tae, and Jin all question their sanity a few times after seeing your red eyes last night, then seeing it completely disappear when you woke up, as if nothing ever happened.

Taehyung had told the others what Sooyoung said, and everyone would have taken that as what happened because maybe Jungkook didn’t have you that long, but your momentary scarlet eyes make that hard to believe.

None of them told anyone else about them though, figuring that Jungkook would have a panic attack and the others wouldn’t know what to make of it anyway. Jin ended up telling you, but you didn’t have much to say on it.

All you know, is that you feel fine.

When Ga-In asked if you could hear them when they were talking to you, you told her about the weird vision you had while you were out, and how Jungkook had been the only one you could hear in the darkness.

“How’s the soup?” Jungkook asks sweetly, sitting on the chair next to the couch. He hasn’t had any changes since Namjoon and him spoke last night, the dark cloud hopefully staying clear for now.

“It’s good! I wish you could try it.” You look down at the bowl sadly.

Jungkook reaches over and bops your nose, smiling at you cutely as he laughs, “More for you.” Your heart clenches seeing his old smile back again. The days before, with his on and off behavior were really starting to weigh on you. Jungkook biting you was something you never imagined happening, but you know he didn’t have control over himself.

He’s trying his best, but it’s consuming him, you can tell.

“When can we catch fireflies?” You ask as you spoon another bite of soup into your mouth. Jungkook tries to keep from giggling at how cute you are as he moves a strand of hair out of your face. “The second you feel better. I promise.”

It turns out that would be the next day.

When you wake up the next morning, you rub your eyes, squinting tiredly at the sun slipping through the curtains. Jungkook is right by your side when you turn your head, sitting in the chair and reading a book. He doesn’t notice that you’re awake until you reach over and poke his thigh, making him jump.

Jungkook looks over at you and immediately closes his book, setting it on the ground and scooting closer to you, “Good morning.” He whispers, “How did you sleep?”

You fight the urge to cover your puffy morning eyes, moving your messy hair out of your face as he helps you to a sitting position. “I slept okay, I forgot I was on the couch.” You giggle sleepily and Jungkook’s eyes light up at the sound.

“I feel really good.” You say before yawning, “I don’t feel bad at all, actually.”

Relief swarms Jungkook’s entire body, washing over him in waves. He sighs and pets your head, “I’m glad. Are you hungry?”

“Always!” You laugh.

~                           ~                          ~

You never knew how much you took sitting down at the table and eating with everyone for granted, until now.

To be with everyone this morning is such a relief, and you feel a lot better just from the sight of you all together.

“We missed you kiddo, glad you’re okay.” Yoongi ruffles your hair after everyone else greets you with hugs, taking you by surprise with his affectionate gesture. He really is a softie.

You also never knew what good hugs Namjoon gave until today. He’s a human again, and you can’t wait to hear how it happened, when he’s ready to share it. When he hugs you tightly, you instantly feel comforted and safe, bringing a big smile to your face.

Jin makes your favorite breakfast in honor of you recovering.

No one has said anything about what happened, and you’re grateful, but Jungkook still avoids interactions with most of them, apart from you. You know he’s afraid that they’ll look at him differently, but you’re sure they understand that Jungkook would never intentionally hurt you. It’s going to take Jungkook a while to recover though, probably a lot longer than you.

After breakfast, you insist that you feel well enough to get outside for some fresh air, so you and Jungkook take a walk in the shady part of the forest, stopping every once in a while to pick flowers.

Jungkook never lets go of your hand the entire time, keeping you as close as he can. You wish you could let him know that everything is alright, and you aren’t upset with him, and you’re not scared of him either. But he still seems like he’s beating himself up constantly. The way he looks at you like he’s afraid you’ll break at any second, makes your heart hurt.

But you don’t know how to help him see that it’s okay.

When you get home, Jungkook has you sit on the couch as he pulls out Jin’s first aid kit. “Jin hyung said we need to change your bandage today.” He says a little nervously. You nod and give him a smile, “Do you want someone else to do it, Kookie?” You ask just in case.

He shakes his head and takes a deep breath, “It’s fine, I can do it. As long as you’re okay with it?” The hurt deep in his gaze that hasn’t left since the other night makes your throat close, but you nod and push your hair out of the way before you can cry.

“I’ll be gentle, please tell me if it hurts.” Jungkook says anxiously as he ever so gently removes the bandage. The sight of the two puncture wounds makes him close his eyes and breathe deeply. When he gathers himself, he makes quick work of cleaning the wound and bandaging it up again, only relaxing when he’s done.

“There you go.” He swallows and moves back to see you grinning.

“Thanks, Nurse Kookie!” You giggle.

He can’t believe that you don’t despise him right now, instead, you’re trying your best to make him feel better, when he should be the one bending over backwards for you.

He smiles at you sadly, “I don’t deserve you, y/n.”

You wave your hand in the air and brush off his words, “Stop saying nonsense. Most people don’t deserve the things they get. But you? You deserve the world, Kookie. I’m nothing compared to what you deserve-”

Jungkook shuts you up with a quick kiss, “Shush, or we’re going to get into an argument about who deserves what.”

“How about we just say we’re not perfect, but we’re perfect for each other?” You say, poking his cheek before pecking his lips.

Jungkook shakes his head and chuckles, “You’re lucky I love you, because that was terribly cheesy, and I might just gag.”

“Shut up, jerk.” You pull away, pretending to pout.

Jungkook grabs your face, squeezing your cheeks and pulling you close enough to kiss you three times, “I’m sorry.” He pouts at you until you smile again.

The color of his eyes might be proving that it’s getting worse, but the way he’s acting still gives you hope.

Your Jungkook is still in there.

~                      ~                         ~

“I know by now I sound like a broken record-…” Yoongi sighs as he takes a bite of mashed potatoes. “But I have some news.”

“Is it good or bad?” Jin asks, cutting up Honey’s meat into bite sized pieces, then handing the plate to Hoseok, who places it in front of the tiny girl sitting beside him. A stack of books is on her adult sized chair and she’s sitting on them to be able to reach the table. The sight is truly heart melting.  

“Neutral.” Yoongi states simply.

“Alright, let us have it.” The eldest says confidently, so tired of everything at this point that he doesn’t even care anymore.

“Remember we said that we were meeting the Hunters in three weeks before we infiltrated the vampire camp? Well, we’re supposed to meet them next week.”

A silence falls over the room, but you can’t tell if it’s an excited silence, or a stressed one. Jin is the first to speak up.

“Ok well, that’s not bad news. We’ll meet with them and figure things out from there.” Jin takes another bite, chewing and swallowing before speaking again, “I know I for one, am ready to be done with this.” Everyone nods, then Sooyoung speaks up quietly.

“So, um…” Her small voice fades away, then you notice Jin looking at her kindly, nodding for her to continue. “Do you guys, uh…know if the vampires are only here, or…?”

Namjoon answers her immediately, “We aren’t sure if there are more anywhere else in the world, but we do know that there are only a few groups in South Korea. The Hunters have spent months tracking them all, and they told us they estimated about four hundred real vampires in Korea. That isn’t counting the people they turn.”

You chew slowly, the food becoming a bit harder to swallow. Four hundred isn’t too many, but it isn’t a small number either, especially it being an estimate. Jungkook’s hand slips under the table, grasping yours and giving it a quick reassuring squeeze. You send him a smile, your heart aching when he scrunches his nose cutely at you.

After dinner- which had a lot of talk that you didn’t understand so you eventually stopped paying attention to- you and Jungkook are in the backyard. Jungkook watches you, your eyes shining as you chase fireflies and try to catch them. “Over there, y/n!” Jungkook calls out to you, pointing to a few fireflies buzzing around lazily.

You hurry over and hold the jar Jin gave you out, trying to snag one. You miss by a long shot, a pout forming on your face as Jungkook chuckles. “It’s okay, love. Come here.” He gestures for you to go to him, so you trudge back, a frown still on your face.

Jungkook cuddles you into his side before laying you both on the ground, then he points up; a few fireflies fly above your heads, and a million stars shine in the dark sky. “Ohh.” You look at all the shining lights in awe, your eyes widening considerably. Then you feel a gentle kiss on your cheek, and you turn to see Jungkook smiling at you so wide that his eyes are all squinted up cutely.

“You’re so beautiful.” He whispers, causing your cheeks to burn and turn crimson. “No, I’m not.” You mumble and turn away. Jungkook tuts and takes your chin to pull you to look at him. “Stop being so mean to yourself.”

“I can’t.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know, it’s just an automatic thing, to not-…like me.” You mutter, not really wanting to get into it right now. You turn back to the sky, and Jungkook can tell the conversation is done. He sighs quietly and brushes his fingers through your hair. “You still need to read Beauty and the Beast to me, little flower.” Jungkook says in your ear quietly.

A little chill goes down your spine from the proximity, and you nod, a smile coming onto your face again. “Should I start when we go back in?”

“Please do. I’m dying for you to read to me.” Jungkook nuzzles his nose into your hair, breathing in your scent. “I could listen to you talk all day.”

“Eww, now who’s being cheesy?” You poke at him while you giggle. Jungkook groans, “Give me a break, I’m new at this.”

“So am I!”

You two start giggling like a couple of school kids, then Jungkook sighs and pulls you even closer. “You’re going to kill me, I think I love you too much.”

“You’re so dramatic.” You roll your eyes playfully, but inside, your heart and stomach feel like they’ve been swept up by a tornado.

You watch the stars for a little while longer, both of you trying to pick out different constellations and make up your own. When your eyes start to droop from exhaustion, Jungkook holds your smaller hand in his and kisses it gently as you whisper sleepily.

“We’ll be together forever, won’t we Koo?”

He bites his bottom lip hard, almost hard enough to draw blood. He wants nothing more than to be able to fulfill that promise, but he doesn’t know if he can. His time is running out, and he doesn’t know how to stop it…

But Jungkook nods anyway, brushing his thumb over your knuckles gently.

“Forever.”

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a/n: i mean at this point, why do I bother having a 'schedule' ? I hope y'all like this one tho ;-;

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Onsra | Part XIII [final]

(v.) - to love for the last time; a bittersweet feeling of knowing a love won’t last

Words: 15.8K

Genre: Demon au, heavy angst, smut

Read: For previous chapters, click here: Masterlist

A/N: It’s finally coming to a close! Thank you for your support and I hope you enjoy reading the last chapter of Onsra.

“Do you really hate me? I remember when you promised you’d love me no matter what. Haven’t we all made mistakes before? I really am just so sorry, baby. I took the time to seriously reflect on how much I’ve hurt you. I think we should start over.”

Beep

“Why do you keep ignoring me? Answer my calls. I fucking swear... You don’t want to know what I’d do. I’ll tell her everything.”

Beep

“Look, I’m sorry. Please, can you let me see you one more time? I just have to speak with you. That’s all I want, ok? Then, I’ll leave you alone. I’ll leave her alone, that’s what you want, right? I’ll text you when and where to meet. Please be there. If you really ever loved me as much as I loved you, you’ll be there.”

Beep

“You’ll come, won’t you? If not, maybe I’ll have to find her. It won’t be hard. Do you think she’ll be disgusted with you if I tell her everything we did? God knows she wouldn’t still be with you if you did. But wait— Oh, baby, no way. You didn’t tell her? Should I then? What do we think? Should we hurt her? Now that I have your attention... you know I’m serious, you’ll come see me, won’t you?”

Beep

Jungkook’s face pales, brows drawing together as his hand holding his cell phone drops like heavy weights to his side. It was voicemail after voicemail, one torturous one after another. She was going to tell you everything? What did that even mean? What was she going to tell? There was nothing to... absolutely nothing.

For fucks sake, she was just a human after all, and him— a demon. Yet she always managed to pull off making him feel like he was weak, like he was inferior and powerless. Why was it that somehow he was always unexplainably right where she wanted him to be: at her beck and call? While her words shouldn’t have affected him in this way, especially with all that she had put him through, he somehow felt exactly the way she wanted him to should he even consider defying her.

What she felt towards him wasn’t even remotely close to love; it was an obsession. That’s what made her even more dangerous, but he just couldn’t believe even for a second that she’d cause any physical harm to you. He just couldn’t. He wouldn’t allow it.

Jungkook grits his teeth, the muscles in his jaw tightening as he raises his phone, the nonstop buzzing from the device ringing in his ear. His expression hardens when he reads the dreaded text message from her indicating the meeting place and time. As much as he detested the predicament he was in, he didn’t have much of a choice; this was all his fault after all. Was he doing this to protect you? Or to protect himself?

Fear instills in him as he ponders in absolute silence: Was this it? Would you really leave him this time?

You would. Earlier he was able to alleviate any suspicions and worries you had by promising he wouldn’t see her again because there was no need to. If he chose to defy her, Yoojung would hurt you. What would she do? What exactly would she tell you? Would you believe her? If he chose to submit to Yoojung’s demands and you found out, he’d hurt you because he would have misused and betrayed your trust... But that was only if you found out. His eyebrows crease as he squeezes his eyes shut.

I’ll be there. There was just no other way, was there? Jungkook presses his lips firmly together, shoulders dropping as an exhausting and shaky breath escapes. Would you still love him? His feet feel heavy as he begins to head into the classroom. Don’t let her find out. Don’t let her know something is wrong.

He manages to pull his eyes from the floor to see your friend, Jieun, twisting her body to turn around in her seat to tease you no doubt. She had to have been, especially at the way you were tugging at your turtle neck. The weight on his chest seems to lift at just the sound of your soft and melodic voice. He could never really pin point it, but something about your presence always seemed to put him at ease.

Then the thought crosses his mind: what if he had never met you? Perhaps all this could have been avoided if he had chosen someone else to go after, yet at the same time, he couldn’t imagine not having you in his life now. This was selfish of him, he understood that much. You would’ve been fine without knowing of his existence, of demons. You never would have been involved or dragged involuntarily into this mess of his. Maybe you would be dating someone else... something else... someone human.

There was no use thinking that though; there was no turning back. If only he had known earlier, he would have held you a little bit longer, kissed you a little bit harder... Or if he had known just how deep he’d fall in love with you to ultimately just hurt you and lose you... then maybe it would’ve been better off if you were never his.

“I don’t think he’s quite like that,” Jungkook’s train of thoughts are quickly interrupted when he overhears you bark back at Jieun, catching you quickly roll your eyes.

“I don’t even want to know what Jungkook looks like... Oh— speak of the devil,” Your friend raises her eyebrows inquisitively when she spots Jungkook heading in your direction. She turns back around in her seat to face the front of the classroom with a mischievous and sly grin. When he sees you hiding your face with your hands in embarrassment, he can’t help the way his mouth curves up into a genuine smile for you. He always loved how easily embarrassed and flustered you got whenever anyone teased you, whenever he teased you.

“Hey, good morning,” Jungkook mumbles softly, brushing the hair gently behind your ear as he sits down in the seat beside you. Your hands drop to your lap as you cutely pout at him, a clear indication that you were just being made fun of by Jieun. God, you were just so beautiful... Jungkook feels his heart skip a beat in his chest and that’s when he knew he wanted absolutely nothing more than to savor this moment with you.

He can’t help himself and leans over to press his lips gently against your forehead. A pink blush dances across your face and a small laugh escapes your mouth at his endearing act of affection; it was absolute music to his ears. But his facade ultimately falters for a just split second, the smile slipping from his face momentarily as he’s reminded perhaps this would be the last time he would ever hear it. Perhaps this was it...

I’ll be there

—

“Y/N... I can explain.” The demon musters the strength to say, his mouth falling open at the sight of you before him. This was not how it was supposed to happen; You weren’t supposed to be here. The color drains from his face and his mind goes completely blank. He feels his heart and stomach dropping simultaneously.

You couldn’t take your eyes off of what seemed to be utter betrayal before you.

“I’m sure you can,” Your lower lip trembles and your voice shakes as you snap at him. It wasn’t your intention to condemn without hearing him out first, but you were finding it difficult to think straight with Jungkook standing so close to her, with her hands touching him... What were you supposed to think? Your words were more than enough for the demon to look down with what you would’ve assumed to be remorse and shame; any longer and he thought he’d crack and simply fall apart under your pain-filled and murderous gaze.

“She’s fucking lying.” The words are violently spat out with pure, unadulterated rage by the demon.

Lying about what? Did he have any right to say that? He also lied to you about seeing her again. Was that all he had to say to you? Did you even want to know? You watch on in a complete loss for words, before turning to look at the woman standing beside Jungkook.

That devilish, twisted smile you had seen once before spreads like the fucking plague across her small, doll-like face. Her taunting gaze nothing short but piercing as she silently challenges you to speak up, to step forward and approach them both, but you don’t. Your eyes follow hers as she finally breaks eye contact with you, her fist tightening around the bottom of Jungkook’s shirt to pull him closer to her as if to show you who he really belonged to. That didn’t bother you for long as you watched her slowly drape her other hand on her stomach.

“I-I don’t understand,” No, you didn’t want to understand. You feel your knees giving way, as Jungkook takes a step forward instinctively before being stopped by Yoojung. Her hand tightens on his shirt, pulling him back towards her. “D-Don’t. Don’t come any closer. Why? Why are you here? You told me you wanted me to be honest with you. I asked when you were going to see her and you said you weren’t. You were the one to get upset with me because you said I was dishonest. I-I told you how I really felt— that I didn’t want you to go. You should’ve just told me if you wanted to. Why are you here?” Your hand shoots out, palm facing him to stop him in his tracks as your anger slowly settles in. Why didn’t he say anything to you? He didn’t want you to know, was that it? He didn’t trust you?

“He’s here to take responsibility.” Her smile darkens as she quickly chimes in to speak on his behalf before he even had the chance to answer for himself. You couldn’t help but feel helpless as you watched the demon finally speak up for himself.

“I don’t know how many times I have to tell you. What are you not understanding? It’s not fucking mine.” Jungkook retorts through clenched teeth before grabbing her wrist to forcibly remove her hand from him. Her eyes narrow at his action as everything begins to sink in for you all at once...

“Let go. You’re hurting us...” She enunciates the ‘us’ and you watch as he releases her wrist quickly.

Us.

Us?

“No... oh— What the fuck?!” You scream in shock as you begin to step away from both of them. This was madness, what the hell was she going on about? “She’s not... You didn’t...” You couldn’t even find it in you to even say it out loud. It couldn’t be. Just the thought of Yoojung and Jungkook together was vile enough but they... he... No, it couldn’t be.

“I swear to you, I didn’t. We didn’t. God, I wouldn’t do that to you, Y/N, please!” Jungkook shouts abhorrently, eyes pleading with you as he takes another step towards you. Everything was all unraveling and falling apart before him and he felt helpless to it all.

“I don’t understand anymore,” Your voice breaks, tearing your eyes away from the both of them.

“Really? What don’t you understand, Y/N?” Yoojung finally chimes in. “We fucked, simple as that. Is it that hard to believe? Did you think you were special? Is that what he told you when he was screwing you? That he wanted you and only you? Some thing tells me that you believed it.”

“S-Stop...” You cry, knees beginning to buckle. This is what she was good at: getting into people’s head and messing with your emotions. As much as you ddin’t want her words to affect you, it was.

It wasn’t true, it couldn’t be true.

“Oh that’s precious. There’s no way those thoughts didn’t run through your little head when you were with Jungkook. He did so well convincing you. Just look at you. Did he tell you what you wanted to hear? Sorry, but it was only to get his dick wet, to get his temporary fill while he waited for me to come back. You were only a replacement, and that’s all you’ll ever be. This is proof of that. You’ll never take my place. You really thought that he wouldn’t jump at the immediate chance to be intimate with me again? Multiple times at that and it just so happens that now we’re—”

“Please, stop it!” You scream, covering your ears in the hopes to silence once and for all the ringing from her shrill and diabolical voice.

“Shut the fuck up, Yoojung! Will you just shut the fuck up for once with this deranged bull shit?!” The demon raises his voice, his hand curling tightly into a fist by his side as he watches your body beginning to shake, frustrating tears falling down your face. “It’s not true, Y/N. Absolutely nothing she’s saying holds any truth. She’s making this all up. Y/N... please...” He calls your name and hesitantly begins to approach you again. He swallows difficulty, the lump in his throat growing when he realizes you inadvertently were stepping backwards, farther and farther away from him.

Is that all he could say: it’s not true?

“I...” You bite down on your lower lip, hating the fact that you were succumbing to the hurt and letting the words of a notorious manipulator and liar affect you. As much as you didn’t want to believe it, your eyes could not betray you. Not while Yoojung was standing there with her wretched hand on her stomach before you spewing knife cutting words which awoken once more all your insecurities and fears that Jungkook had put to rest. You wanted to run away. Maybe this was all a mistake. Maybe it would hurt less if you just listened to what Taehyung had to say.

“You know me, Y/N... Better than anyone. I wouldn’t do this to you, to us.” His pained voice softens and just as you draw in a deep breath, an ear piercing laughter rips from the back of Yoojung’s throat. She keels over, her arms crossing over her stomach as she continues to burst out in fits of delirious laughter.

“Oh my god. This is just so sad. Oh, how pathetic. She knows you better, Jungkook? How long has she known you for? Oh Y/N... Do you think you know best about his whereabouts 24/7? Well, I’m sorry to break it to you, but when he wasn’t playing the devoted boyfriend role with you, he was underneath me... in me.”

“I didn’t lay a hand on you, and you know that.” He seethes.

“So why are you here? Just tell me why you’re here with her, Jungkook...” You had enough of Yoojung speaking on behalf of him. You weren’t even sure who to direct your anger at anymore.

“Because I knew she would tell you lies if I didn’t meet up with her. She told me she wouldn’t hurt you if I came. She said it was the last time. I didn’t mean for this to happen— you weren’t supposed to be here.” He answers straight away, shoulders dropping in defeat. “You... were supposed to be in class. You weren’t supposed to be here.”

“So you were never going to tell me that you secretly met up with her?” You ask him quietly and as fast as he opens his mouth to object, he closes it, lips pressed together. He didn’t have to answer.

“That’s right,” Yoojung interjects once more with her unnecessary commentary. “So why were you conveniently here, Y/N? Jungkook says you were supposed to be in class, so what were you doing instead? Who were you with instead of attending class like you were supposed to?” Your eyes widen and your breath gets caught in your throat.

Was she trying to corner you?

“I was with Taehyung.” You answer calmly and quietly, refusing to look away from Jungkook and Yoojung as you stare at them head on. You weren’t so sure they heard you from the unexpected lack of reaction from Jungkook.

“Who?” She sneers, her wild smirk spreading from cheek to cheek as she laughs madly. “You were with who now? Say it louder. Go ahead, tell us. Tell us!” You could see her body almost trembling with excitement, like she was getting off on this.

“I was with Taehyung.” 

You didn’t do anything wrong with meeting up with him. You didn’t break Jungkook’s trust, nothing. There was no need to panic, but why did it seem like she knew? Like hearing the name of another demon leave your lips would cause Jungkook to react without question?

She must’ve known you were with him.

Then, was Taehyung somehow involved in this whole thing of his own volition? Could she have forced him? It didn’t make sense. Yoojung.. all of this. Then was he speaking the truth about Jungkook? Or did he have some responsibility in scheming with her?

“You were with Taehyung.” Jungkook’s eyes darken immediately as he repeats what you say. You couldn’t tell if it was disappointment or hurt written on his face by the way his jaw tightened, but if he had anything to say about it you wouldn’t back down. Not after seeing him here with Yoojung; he’d really have the audacity to yell at you for just simply conversing with the other demon? He had no right to be upset if that’s how he felt. 

Yoojung laughs loudly again, breaking your train of thought.

“So you’re fooling around with both Jungkook and Taehyung? Yet you come here all high and mighty asking why Jungkook’s here with me. Look at you getting caught.”

“Caught? I have absolutely nothing to hide. I’ve never fooled around with Taehyung. I’ve never fooled around with him or been anything more than just— acquaintances... contrary to what he said to make you believe that.” You stumble over your words and bite on your lower lip as you look over to make eye contact with Jungkook, directing your attention to him as you continue to speak. “You know we didn’t do anything. You can sense that, can’t you? He just asked to speak with me before class started, that’s all. I saw you and her from the window from where we were standing— from the hallway Taehyung brought me to.”

Your eyes were now pleading with him to understand. If anything, Yoojung must’ve whole heartedly believe that you and Taehyung actually had something going on since that run in between the four of you. Jungkook knew there was nothing going on between you and Taehyung.

You wouldn’t do that to him.

And he wouldn’t do this to you.

“Fuck. Did you get Taehyung involved in this? Was this your plan all along?” He grimaces, hissing under his breath as his attention now focuses on the girl beside him, but she doesn’t answer. “Fucking speak up!” He raises his voice, but her silence and inability to answer says it all.

“Come on now. You think I forced him? He just wanted to show Y/N the truth, about you and me.”

“There is no you and me and there is no us! When will you get that delusion out of your fucking head?”

“Do you really believe her? That nothing happened between them—”

“I do, because I trust her.” Jungkook interrupts her again, refusing to let her finish her sentence. His fists loosen by his side and his shoulders drop as he looks in your direction, refusing to meet your eyes. “She’s given me no reason to stop trusting her.”

“A-And what, Y/N, you believe him? Do you trust him the same way he trusts you? Knowing everything that you do? Please.” She scoffs devilishly from the side and shakes her head slowly as her attention turns from Jungkook to you now. “When will you learn that you’ll be nothing but second best? You can’t possibly think to replace me.”

“I know what it means to be second best. I’ve felt it before. You held a special place in his heart, and for the longest time, and even now still. I was jealous of that, but I’d never want to replace you, especially since you were the person to hurt him so deeply.” Your jaw clenches as you take a step forward. That’s all she was capable of; Manipulative words to feed your biggest insecurities was her tactic. It was to make you feel smaller than her, to feel weak, insignificant and beneath her. She was all talk. “You need to let him go and move on. You’re holding onto whatever you and Jungkook had in the past.”

“You do realize that he is the one who came back to me.”

“After you threatened him!”

“Did I? With what, threatening to expose the truth about us? So who is it that isn’t letting go of the past? Need I remind you that he and I will be sharing a future together?” She challenges, and you look disgustingly at the way her eyes travel down to her stomach again to use as leverage.

“Will you stop fabricating these deranged narratives? There is no way that belongs to me because I. Did. Not. Fuck. You.” Jungkook enunciates each word for emphasis. “I never touched you. I didn’t lay a single hand on you like that. It disgusts me to even think about it.” The demon growls threateningly. A cold chill runs down your spine despite him addressing Yoojung and not yourself. She spins on her heels to face him before jabbing her finger accusingly at him.

“You don’t remember? You wanted this as badly as I did. This whole thing of starting over and this is what we decided on.” She motions to her stomach. “Jungkook. You told me you still loved me. You said you wanted me. It was you who bent me over and had your way with me. You didn’t even want to use a cond—” Yoojung begins before being cut off mid sentence.

A loud and surprised shriek leaves her mouth all of sudden. Even you jump in shock, a scream leaving your own lips as Jungkook’s right fist slams against the brick wall right beside her head. You watch in absolute horror as pieces of mortar and cement fall to the ground from the impact of his fist.

The look on his face was dark and murderous, a look you were unfamiliar with as he stares down at her. With that kind of strength, it wouldn’t take much for him to just simply— you shake the thought from your head quickly. He wouldn’t hurt her... he just wouldn’t.

Oh god.

Jungkook didn’t wince at all from the pain, his body completely numb with rage. He was angry at everything but mostly at himself in believing that there wasn’t a grander scheme in play when he agreed to seeing her. He should’ve known somehow Yoojung would’ve gotten you involved to sever whatever trust left you had in him. This whole thing was his fault for underestimating how truly conniving and manipulative she was. No, he should’ve told you. This is where everything went wrong. He had nothing to hide, so why didn’t he just come straight out and tell you?

“Oh? Now you’re fucking silent? Are you taking me seriously now?” Jungkook chuckles darkly as he tilts his head menacingly and begins to make disapproving tutting noises. “You’re really getting on my last nerves and I’m running out of patience for these fucked up fantasies you’re creating between you and I. What are you trying to accomplish here? Coming to me saying that whatever it is inside you belongs to me when you and I both know I didn’t once lay a hand on you since your unasked return. Did you completely lose it? You were the one who tried to force yourself on me. Either you’re lying, or it belongs to someone else. With your history, I wouldn’t be surprised if it were some other bastard’s, huh? Or maybe you don’t even know who it belongs to? That would be quite something. You think you can just come over here and claim that it’s mine? You’re fucking out of your mind.”

He was completely unrecognizable. This wasn’t the Jungkook you knew. He wasn’t the Jungkook you had grown to love, and that was what scared you. You were finding it increasingly hard to breathe, the air seeming almost thick surrounding the three of you as you stared on at the events unfolding before you.

“J-Jungkook,” You call his name hesitantly but it was rendered inaudible in the demon’s rage.

“Oh? You’re so quiet all of a sudden. Is it finally my turn to talk without interruption?” The demon scoffs under his breath as his free hand slowly creeps up, fingertips trailing up her fragile and small neck tauntingly. Yoojung swallows visibly in fear, but says nothing. His mind was clouded, all he knew was that he wanted to shut her up. How blissful would it be to never have to hear as much as a squeak of his name from her lips. Yes, he was certain he’d like that very much. Then, in much of your horror, an unfamiliar sinister smile spreads across his face. “This is over. How easy it must come to you to spew whatever nonsense comes into that head of yours. Do you think of me as something you can own or can just play around with whenever you want? You think I’m at your disposal? Did you have fun messing around with these mundane human feelings I have? You forget what I am. One more filthy lie, Yoojung, and I won’t hesitate to take these hands and snap that little annoying—”

“Jungkook, stop! That’s enough!” You scream, unable to see this side of him anymore. This wasn’t him. You knew he was angry and you knew he was in pain, but he’d absolutely regret hurting her like this regardless whether or not he felt she deserved it, regardless of what she’s done to him... to you... Tears roll down your face, the icy chills running down your spine not even slightly subsiding due to the dark aura emanating from the demon. “Don’t hurt her. You don’t want to do that. Jungkook, hurting her will do nothing...”

“You’re wrong... You have no idea how badly I want to just...” Anger was still lingering in his eyes, but his hands immediately drop to his side when he sees the tears trickling down Yoojung’s horrified face. He backs away from the frightened girl and exhales sharply, feeling instant regret over losing all sense of control. A defeated and gutted look dawns on his face before he grits his teeth, ripping his eyes away from Yoojung’s figure and not daring to look into yours. “Are you afraid of me now? Do you think I’d hurt even you?” He asks quietly giving you his undivided attention despite not looking in your direction.

Somehow deep down he felt he already knew the answer to that, especially with what just happened now. The decision to come see Yoojung had him already preparing all different types of scenarios in his head, all of them ending with you parting ways and not forgiving him. He broke your trust and saw Yoojung. Hell, she even claimed she was with child— his child. How preposterous. Would you believe what she said over him? As much as he adamantly tried to argue against it, you were going to believe what you wanted to in the end. In fact, he must’ve put the nail on the coffin by letting his emotions get the best of him by threatening Yoojung just now. You deserved better than this.

Yet there you stood, unmoving with your chest heaving up and down as you stare blankly in his direction. Your dainty fingers were fisting your shirt tightly as if clenching your fist tighter would simply put a stop to your incessant shaking. Your inability to answer his question said it all. A grimace quickly forms on his face, his jaw clenching.

“Go on then. You better fucking turn around and don’t look back.” Jungkook forces himself to mutter out. He wasn’t sure why he was telling you this when it was the exact opposite of what he wanted to really say. Please stay with me, Y/N. Don’t leave me. I need you. I’m so sorry. But you don’t move. “Did you hear me? Fucking leave if you’re so scared of me! Just go! You see what I’m capable of. Did you also forget what I was?! You think I’m going to apologize for scaring you? For scaring her? For threatening her life after she’s sought to ruin all that I have? This is who I am. This is what I am. I don’t need your sympathy. I don’t need your pity. I don’t need your acceptance. I don’t fucking need anyone, I don’t need you! Whether you believe me... or trust me after all this doesn’t matter to me anymore.” His voice cracks and his chest aches having said those cruel words, none of it holding any truth.

There was no easy way getting over you, he knew that much. If he had to imagine that you hated him to get through it, he would do just that.

“Is that really what you want me to do? You really want me to leave you just like that?” His ears perk up at your unexpected voice, and he looks your way. His gaze finally meets yours. “I don’t need you to apologize for who you are. I’d never ask that of you. I-I understand you’re angry, but I know you wouldn’t hurt me. You promised.” You take in a deep breath before slowly approaching him, your eyes only breaking away to see what a wreck Yoojung was: Her knees must’ve given in by the way she was sitting slumped to the ground, back pressed against the wall with a hollowness in her eyes as tears continued to run down her face. As horrified as you were to witness such a demonic side to the man you loved, you couldn’t really find it in you to feel sympathetic towards her, especially not with what she’s put him through again.

“D-Don’t come near me.”

“Or you’ll hurt me?”

“Y/N...” Your name is all he can find himself saying when you finally stand before him. You look up at his shaken figure and slowly reach out to take his trembling hand in yours.

You weren’t scared of him.

“You didn’t break anything, did you? It must hurt a lot,” You say quietly while examining his skin torn bloody knuckles. His fingers moved slowly in your hands and you sigh a breath of relief. “Oh... Th-Thank god,” You stammer, tears welling up in your eyes and you weren’t sure whose hands were trembling more— yours or his. After everything that happened just now, your first instincts were to make sure he was alright and that he didn’t hurt himself; what did he do to ever deserve you?

“Y/N...” He mumbles your name softly again as you look up at him through tear filled eyes. “I’m so sorry... Oh god, I’m so fucking sorry... I didn’t mean to— just now I...” He didn’t know what else he could say as he takes his free hand and ashamedly covers his eyes. Jungkook flinches when he feels your warm hand come up to touch his, your dainty fingers gently removing his hand from his face.

“You don’t have to apologize anymore. It’s ok, Jungkook.”

“I don’t get it. I don’t understand you. I don’t understand at all!” The outburst makes you jump as you step away from Jungkook, almost forgetting that Yoojung was still here. The small girl slowly stands, steadying herself before tightening her fists and stamping her feet immaturely. “I don’t get it one bit. H-He went behind your back to see me... We even... You’re supposed to leave him! You’re supposed to—”

“It’s just that I don’t believe you,” You finally answer her.

“I love you the most, Jungkook! All this time, I... I never should have hurt you or cheated on you. I didn’t feel anything with anyone else, like I did with you. I don’t want anyone else to have you if I can’t! I can give you more than she can, just give me another chance. Don’t leave me for her!” She cries erratically. You unconsciously look on with disgust written all over your face, but before you can even echo Jungkook in calling her delusional, someone calls your name.

“Y/N.” Jungkook’s hand inadvertently tightens around yours as you spin on your heel to see the demon standing not too far away from the three of you.

“Taehyung,” Jungkook growls his name under his breath. How dare he show his face here?

“T-Taehyung...” Your stomach drops as you recollect his involvement in Yoojung’s scheme. You had a feeling from Jungkook’s death grip on your hands that he was going to lose it any second now at the other demon’s presence. In return, you give his hand a reassuring squeeze.

“I was wrong. I was blinded by so many things. It was my lack of judgment and I... I just have no excuse for my actions. And for that, I am sorry for my involvement. I never wanted to take part in harming you or hurting you like this, Y/N.” Taehyung’s head hangs low apologetically. “I’m sorry it took me so long, but I’m here to tell the truth.”

“What a convenient time for you to also show up,” Yoojung lets out a laugh. “You’re no better by manipulating and trying to get Y/N to trust you and leave Jungkook for good so that she’d run into your arms instead. No one is going to believe what you have to say.” His eyes narrow but he simply exhales and shrugs his shoulders. He had nothing to lose at this point. She had nothing else on him or to use against him.

“She’s not telling the truth about Jungkook sleeping with her. He never did. She just wanted it to seem that way, and to push it one measure further by saying she was pregnant to get you to leave him. She told me when and where she’d be meeting with him, and told me that this was the last straw— that she was certain you’d leave him after this. It was all meticulously planned out to ensure you were at that very spot with clear visibility of the both of them,” Taehyung looks up to the building, eyes glancing right at the window where both you and him stood not too long ago. “I... I wanted to tell you up there, Y/N, to confess everything, but you left wanting to hear nothing more from me, but from Jungkook himself.”

“Are you fucking serious?!” Yoojung screams mercilessly now. “No one is going to believe you, Kim Taehyung!” But, you did. He had no reason now to fabricate a lie, especially knowing the history he had with Jungkook and with Yoojung. He wasn’t going to protect her.

“Maybe they won’t believe me. But you have to know by now that you’ve clearly underestimated Y/N’s commitment and feelings for Jungkook, and vice versa. Can’t you see that? This is why your plan won’t work... it will never work. Just give it up. I have as well.” Taehyung answers calmly in response.

“I-I can’t... I love him...”

“You’ve hurt him too many times for it to be love.” You turn your attention back to her. “You were just looking to say anything and do just about anything to isolate him, to make him feel alone so that he’d run back to you... so that he’d need you and only you. I’m sorry, but that isn’t love.” After putting him through hell, she had the audacity to still call whatever she was feeling love? The thought was infuriating and you wanted to put her in her place, especially with her fucked up misconstrued idea of love.

“J-Jungkook...” She looks pleadingly at him, hope in her eyes that he would say the opposite of what you had to say. “She doesn’t deserve you! She’s—”

“Yoojung, for your own good, please don’t show up here again.” Jungkook finally speaks up beside you, a calm demeanor washing over him as he squeezes your hand in his. “You can’t be doing this anymore. You need to move on. It’s over. It’s really time you let go of me. Whatever you and I had was in the past. I cannot see a future with you in it, because I really can’t see anyone else but Y/N by my side... I... I really love her.” His voice trails off, eyes distant as he wonders whether anything he just said regarding his future with you would hold true after this. Your mouth falls agape as you watch her finally break with his words, collapsing to her knees speechless with what looks to be acceptance. “And you’re wrong. It’s I, who do not deserve her.”

“Wh-What do you mean you love her? You love her?” Her brown hair cascades over her eyes, her head hanging low and she continues sobbing uncontrollably. Just as you were about to open your mouth to speak, the demon begins to step away, his hand still firmly holding onto yours. “No, no. I-I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I love you, I’m sorry.” She continues, her apologetic chant echoing in your ear as she tries to reach out for grab his wrist. Jungkook swiftly moves aside and forcefully past Taehyung, not giving her even the slightest opportunity to touch him ever again. You try to meet the other demon’s eyes, just for a second... but he couldn’t tear his eyes from the ground. As upset as you wanted to be with him, you couldn’t help but think Taehyung too somehow got manipulated into this.

You say nothing more as you continue to mindlessly follow Jungkook’s foot steps, still hearing the sound of the girl apologizing and crying from far away. She wasn’t following you both though, that’s what surprised you the most. What a huge commotion it was, yet conveniently there were no wandering eyes, that you knew of anyways to have witnessed that whole fiasco.

“Your keys, Y/N,” Jungkook says softly as it snaps you out of your overwhelming thoughts. He removes his hand slowly from yours, stepping back to allow you more than enough space to access the lock on the door. You mumble an ‘oh’ incoherently as you reach into your pocket, realizing that you both were standing before your dorm room. You slowly open your door and spin fast in your heels to quickly look at Jungkook upon noticing no following foot steps behind you; He wasn’t going to come in?

You hold onto the door frame tightly as you watch the demon stand at the entrance way, hands fisted tightly by his side. His dark hair covers his eyes as he actively attempts to avoid looking in your general direction. You feel a tightening yet aching sensation in your chest as you peer outward to look down the hall, wondering out of habit if it was alright for him to be lingering outside of your room for so long.

“Jung—”

“She won’t follow you here... not anymore. You’ll be safe.” He says softly, his chest slowly deflating as he attempts to step away from you.

“But how do you know for sure? I don’t care about her following me, but how do you know she won’t follow you?”

“She won’t. Just trust me. You’re safe now.” At this point you weren’t sure if he was trying to convince you or himself. You sigh, a small breath of relief escaping and you hope he’s right. As you look down, you quickly catch a glimpse of red splotches on the ground. Was that blood?

“Hey! Your hand, Jungkook! You’re still bleeding, here let me—“ Just as you reach out, he backs away fast, flinching away from your touch as he quickly puts his already bruising and bloody fist behind his back. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel a sharp pain in your chest at his immediate reaction to reject your touch.

“I’m fine.”

“What? No, you’re not! Let me just—“

“I said I’m fine, stop.” He lies as he continues to reject you and takes another step back. Just what was he doing?

“No, you stop!” Your hand shoots out to grab the front of his shirt, clutching onto the fabric tightly as your lower lip trembles. He doesn’t even have the chance to object or remove your hand as you take a large step forward to close the gap between you both. Your arms reach up to wrap themselves around his torso, wanting nothing more than to hold the broken man before you. Your forehead presses against his chest as you familiarize yourself once more with his beating heart, the thumps against his rib cage quickening as you pull him tighter against you. “Don’t push me away... Don’t go, Jungkook.”

He says nothing for the longest time as you continue to embrace him tightly, afraid if you loosened up and let go even for a second that he’d simply slip away from you. It wasn’t until finally you felt his hand hesitantly come up to caress the back of your head that you loosened your hold on him slightly.

“Please don’t leave, Jungkook,” You whisper against his chest quietly before pulling away slightly to grab hold of his uninjured hand. Your fingers quickly intertwine with his as you begin to back up towards your room now.

Don’t leave? You were telling him not to leave? His chest aches at your words, yet he still refuses to make eye contact with you, a hollow expression and lifeless look on his face. You continue to take small steps backwards, your arm fully extended as you give a little tug to encourage him to come with you. Then finally, he’s lifting his seemingly rooted feet from the ground to take a small step forward.

As soon as he’s fully in your room, you rush to close the door and lock it behind you. Maybe you were afraid maybe he’d change his mind and choose to leave.

“Sit on the bed, Jungkook,” You instruct him, but look on with defeat as he just stands still, completely lost. Not leaving you with any other choice, you pull strongly on his arm with urgency as you force him to sit at the edge of your bed like a child. “Ok, ok. I’m sorry, Jungkook, I don’t know if this is going to help too much but I-I know I must have some bandaids somewhere.” You inhale and exhale deeply before quickly throwing your hair into a messy pony tail to get it out of your face. Jungkook sits quietly and motionless as your hands carelessly scramble through your drawers until you manage to find some ointment and bandaids; they’d have to do for now. “Give me your hand, ok?”

You kneel on the floor, noticing almost immediately how he stubbornly turns his head sideways to avoid your gaze despite being directly in front and below him. You hold out your palm but he was reluctant to receiving any medical help it seemed, refusing to put his hands in yours. You sigh quietly at his childish behavior and reach out to take his hand gently in yours, the blood beginning to dry up slowly alongside his bruised and cut up knuckles as you grab a Kleenex to dab gingerly at it.

“It looks bad. Does it hurt? If I’m pressing too hard on it or it stings, just tell me ok?” You ask, looking up in the hopes for a response. Nothing, not even a nod. It looked awfully painful so you expected him to wince, but all you get is more wretched silence and you try not to feel disheartened. His mouth stays pressed shut. This was unfair for him to give you the silent treatment, and as much as you wanted to express your discontent towards how he was behaving right now, his wounds needed immediate attention.

You try not to get carried away with the ointment you put on his cuts, putting as many bandaids as you could to cover the open wounds. When you’re finally done, you let go of his hand and it stays limp on his lap.

“I tried my best, but I still think you should still see a doctor... it could be fractured, and it would be really bad if you were to get an infection. Do you understand?”

He says nothing, a lifeless look in his avoidant and empty gaze.

The uncalled for silence continues until you simply just can’t take it anymore.

“Look, I don’t know what you want from me, Jungkook. I know we need to talk about what just happened. I want to say, let’s talk when you’re ready, but I just feel like we need to address things now... Can you just talk to me? Say something, please.” You huff in annoyance and swallow nervously, wondering if your attempt to initiate the conversation would do any good if he was insistent on keeping up with this silent treatment. “Hey, ok look, if you’re upset—”

“Why aren’t you more angry with me?” Jungkook finally asks, his voice low and uncertain. “Her accusations that I slept with her—”

“But you didn’t.”

“Did you believe me?”

“What?”

“Did you believe me when I said it?” He asks again, his jaw tightening as he enunciates each word. What was he even trying to get at?

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You challenge him, eyebrows knitting in the center as your eyes narrow.

“Did you believe me when I told you? Or did you only believe that I didn’t sleep with her because Taehyung confirmed it? It makes a difference!”

“What are you even saying? Of course I believed you! Do you even hear yourself? Why else would I had stayed there to take each and every attack and insult Yoojung threw my way? If I didn’t, I would have fucking run away from both her and you. You’re suggesting that I didn’t believe you and rather trusted the words out of Taehyung’s mouth over yours?” He goes silent again.

“But even so, you saw me there with her after I told you I wouldn’t go. You should be furious with me.”

“Are you looking to pick a fight? Do you want to hear me say, I hate you? Or you want me to tell you that I actually don’t believe you and that I trust Taehyung over you? You want me to tell you I’m so angry and that I-I don’t want to be with you anymore? Is that all of what you want to hear me say? Anything more?!” You carelessly stumble over your words in confusion, your voice rising unnecessarily out of frustration towards the end. You didn’t understand him at all. Why was he saying all this? It was as if he was purposely looking for something— anything to punish himself, to make him think you hated him.

“I don’t understand how you could even stomach being here with me. You shouldn’t be here tending to my wounds. You shouldn’t even think to forgive me because I don’t deserve your forgiveness or your kindness. I don’t deserve any of this!” He raises his voice all of a sudden, pain lacing every spoken word. If anything, all of this only proved to him even more just how unworthy and how undeserving he was of someone like you. “So go on then. What are you waiting for? Fucking yell at me. Fucking tell me how angry you feel and how you hate me for having hurt you time and time again... how you feel betrayed and how you deserve more than a fuck up like me. Just tell me to leave.”

Jungkook was breaking your heart.

“Ok, first of all, look at me... Jungkook,” You straighten your back, hands coming forward to press against the sides of his face to make him look at you. “Stop saying I deserve more and that you don’t deserve me... just stop. You keep saying that but I’m right here, aren’t I? I’m still here and it’s my choice to be here with you. Listen to yourself. You’re the one who keeps pushing me away...” You reassure him, your heart aching at the sight of finally meeting eye to eye with him.

“I... I...” He stammers at a loss for words and then he finally breaks down in front of you. Tears fall uncontrollably from the corner of his eyes as his body begins to convulse and tremble as the stress and pressure cracks and washes over him.

“Do you want to hear the truth? You’re right. I felt everything you said the moment I saw Yoojung with you— anger, hurt and betrayal. I felt like I had nothing to worry about because you promised me, but then I saw you with her. She managed to single handedly bring up all my insecurities right in front of me... all the ones you’ve comforted me about and put to rest. I-I wished you would have told me, confided in me. I didn’t know what to think. All I know is that I trusted you and I had to hear your side regardless of what I was seeing, regardless of what I was hearing come out of her mouth. So of course l was upset, Jungkook. Then to hear Yoojung say you slept with her and that she could’ve been pregnant, that hurt the most. I didn’t know what to think anymore.”

“Y/N...”

“Maybe it was you who didn’t trust me...” You whisper softly to him. Jungkook exhales sharply and places his bandaged hand hesitantly over yours.

“It’s not that. Or maybe it’s just... I-I’m so sorry, Y/N. She left me voicemails, threatening for me to meet up with her one last time otherwise she’d say what she could to hurt you. I do trust you, I... I just didn’t want you to worry... I was scared of what she might say, scared you might believe her. Please know that I didn’t sleep with her. I didn’t. And I made a horribly wrong selfish decision to not tell you I was going to see her, even if it was supposed to be the last time. I didn’t want to because I was scared to lose you. I was wrong and it just made things worse.”

“I don’t think we’d be having this conversation if you just told me.” You mumble quietly under your breath, your lips pressed in a thin line and quirking to the side as you watch him slowly nod his head slowly in agreement. “It really made it that much harder to believe you. Thoughts like, why didn’t he say anything? Why is he meeting her here secretly? Was therefore anything she was saying true? Standing there and watching you with her made me feel like, this wasn’t enough for you. I wasn’t enough for you.”

“That’s just so far from the truth. Is that really what you thought? Not enough?”

“How could I not think that at that moment? I know it was just her words getting to me, you know? I guess everything went according to Yoojung’s plan. She wanted me to ‘catch you’, especially if she knew you wouldn’t say anything to me.”

Of course she knew Jungkook wouldn’t say anything to you about meeting up with her, otherwise there would’ve been no need to think he betrayed you... there would be no need to believe that anything she possibly had to say could’ve been remotely the truth.

“I’m so sorry... for everything, Y/N. I should’ve told you. I made a horribly bad decision and I just thought this would be it. One last time and you’d never have to know and that would be it, but then there you were. It was selfish and I should’ve known better. She just kept spewing lies and I felt myself getting so angry with every little thing she had purposefully said in your presence. I just couldn’t take it anymore. The more she spoke, the more I thought it was going to drive you away, that you’d hate me just like she wanted. I’ve never acted out on my anger in that way before. I felt trapped, like I had no other option, and the thing is, I felt like I was in control for once.” Jungkook places both his hands on his lap before hanging his head low apologetically. “I’m sorry, I-I’ll understand if you’re scared of me because of that. Just know I never want you to see me like that again.”

You had never seen that side of him before, that much was true. Carefully, you pull yourself to your feet to sit beside him on the bed. A small sigh leaves your lips as you lean slowly over to your right, your head resting gently against his shoulder.

“I’m not scared of you, Jungkook. Do you think I’d be here right beside you otherwise? I think if anything I feared for her actually, but I didn’t think she was undeserving of your lashing out after all the hurt she’s put you through.” You place your hand in his on his lap, fingers intertwining quickly and you sigh quietly again.

“Why? When everything was working in her favor, why did you—“

“Because I love you.” You say without even the slightest hesitation. “It’s because I love you...” There’s a long drawn out silence before Jungkook slowly moves his shoulder away from you to turn and face you properly.

“Y/N. Do you regret having met me?” His hand unconsciously squeezes yours, waiting for your answer with uncertainty laced across his face. He’d understand if you did.

“No, I don’t,” You reply confidently, taking your other hand to brush at the hair covering his eyes. Jungkook leans into your touch as your finger tips gently trace his cheek, down to his jawline, then over to his slightly parted lips. “To regret meeting you, would mean I regret ever having fallen in love with you, and I don’t regret that.” You feel his jaw tighten as he swallows and adjusts his throat, taking now your hand away from his face.

“Don’t you think your life could’ve been easier without me in it? Without ever knowing of the existence of demons? If I didn’t pursue you for energy and just left you alone when you told me to, you probably could have potentially fallen in love with someone normal... it would’ve prevented all this hurt that I’ve put you through...”

“I don’t think it makes sense to look back and think that way. That’s like if I say, don’t you think your life could’ve been easier without Yoojung in it? I wouldn’t be here if I wanted to even entertain that thought. You’re certain she won’t come find you anymore?” You wouldn’t put it beside her to still persist in trying.

“I don’t think she will,” The demon’s eyebrows furrow and he shakes his head slowly. “Not with the fear I saw in her eyes. I had never seen that look on her face before.” It was probably because he had never shown that side to her before, because he was never able to stand up against her before.

“Good...” You mumble under your breath, a sense a relief washing over both you and Jungkook.

“Honest to god, Y/N, I don’t deserve someone as understanding and kind hearted as you.”

“When are you going to quit saying that?” Your eyebrows furrow and you sit back, hands pressed firmly in your lap now. You hated this mindset he had, always feeling he was inadequate of receiving your love, like he was unworthy of being with you.

“I’ve hurt you so many times even though I keep saying I won’t. What I did in the past even with other girls... I used them and hurt them too. How could I hate Yoojung for what she did, when afterwards I was no different? My actions were inexcusable and I regret having acted that way. I am not good enough for you.” He grits his teeth as he turns away from you in shame. It wasn’t that he was insecure or uneasy about your feelings for him; He was insecure about himself. He just felt like there was someone more deserving of it than him.

“You’re beating yourself up about the past and about what just happened. It’s not like either you nor I can change any of it, so why? You’re not the same as when I first met you either, you know that right? You’ve grown so much, and you’ve changed...”

“Have I? I still—”

“We all make mistakes though. It’s unfair of you to just punish yourself like this.” You reach out to cradle his face in your hands, chest aching again when you see him shy away slightly from your touch. “And don’t compare yourself to her. Because you are caring, you feel remorse and I know how hard it is for you to trust and open up to others. But you’re trying. You’ve come a long way, Jungkook, can’t you see that? The past cannot be changed. Maybe we never would’ve met if it played out any differently than it did. I guess what I’m trying to say is, you deserve to be happy. You do deserve me, and I’m not going anywhere.”

“I don’t want you to go anywhere. I just... Thank you, Y/N...” Jungkook mumbles quietly before reaching up to hold your hand. He gives it a reassuring squeeze, his lips still pressed into a firm line as he exhales quietly. His shoulders falling from the release of tension and he shuts his eyes. “I’ll work hard to make you happy if you let me.” 

“Yeah.” you smile softly, leaning towards him to gently trail your fingers against his jawline.

Jungkook opens his eyes slowly, his hand coming up to hold yours as he leans into your touch.

“I love you.” His genuine eyes meeting yours, and he holds you gaze as you nod in acknowledgement. A small laugh escapes your lips and you press your forehead against his. “I’m really inexplicably in love with you, Y/N... and I just can’t imagine life without you. I’m sorry for trying to push you away earlier. I’m sorry for a lot of things, but still, I love you so much.” He felt like his heart was going to burst and as foreign and out of character as it was, he begins to tear up at the wash of overwhelming happiness and relief you weren’t going anywhere; you were going to stay by his side.

“Jungkook, I love you too.” You murmur softly under your breath as he leans towards you, his lips urgent and finally meeting yours. You kiss him back gently, relishing in the way his mouth fit perfectly with yours, in the way he made you feel just from a simple kiss. Jungkook pulls away slowly, a comforting smile on his face and your heart sings.

“You’ll stay by my side?”

“As long as you’ll stay by mine.”

Jungkook’s smile spreads and he reaches carefully over towards you, placing his thumb gently against your chin to tilt your head upwards before capturing your lips with his again. Your heart races as his mouth moves effortlessly against yours. Your fingers quickly grab hold of the front of his shirt. You fist the fabric tightly before pulling him in your direction, wanting nothing more than to be even closer to him than you already were.

“Ow—” He winces against your lips when you catch him off guard and your eyes fly open. You didn’t realize how hard you had pulled him in your direction, noticing immediately how despite hovering over you now, he was putting a lot of weight on his bruised hand. “I’m sorry, I lost balance just now... my hand...” He murmurs under his breath, licking his lips and wincing again slightly as his chest heaves for air.

“I’m sorry, I was too... too into it,” You mumble shyly under your breath, scooting backwards to sit up with your back pressed against the backboard it your bed. He follows suit, carefully maneuvering to sit beside you.

Jungkook reaches over, pulling the hair tie from your hair and laying it cascade and fall gently down your shoulder. He carefully brushes your hair behind your ear as he brings the strand slowly to his lips.

“You’re so beautiful, Y/N, and I’m so lucky to have you.”

“I’m very lucky too,” You say back to him and reach to take his injured hand carefully in both of yours. You gingerly raise his hand, pressing your lips lovingly and carefully against his bandaged knuckles before setting his hand back down to rest on the bed.

“Is it ok if I... if we just— can I hold you?” He turns to you and stumbles over his words, asking whole heartedly and opening his arms.

Your mouth quirks into a lopsided grin, wondering why he felt like he had to ask. Was the Jeon Jungkook asking to just simply cuddle? Your grin widens at his horribly awkward phrasing and gesture but there was no way you could reject him, especially not with that genuine and hopeful look on his face.

Nonetheless you find yourself nodding and you reach for Jungkook, your arms quickly wrapping around his torso as you melt in his warm and safe embrace. You found comfort in laying against him, your ear pressed gently against his chest listening to his steady heart beat. It wasn’t long until you find yourself closing your eyes.

“Of course,” You whisper, tucking yourself into his arms as you look up to press a loving kiss to his jaw. You peer up sneakily to catch a glimpse of a rare, breath taking smile spread from ear to ear on Jungkook’s face. “Always...”

You had lost track of time laying there, your fingers calmly running through his hair absentmindedly as you listen to Jungkook’s soft snores. Maybe he hadn’t slept well these past couple of nights, especially with everything he was keeping to himself. It must’ve been exhausting and burdening. Somehow he had shifted himself to laying in your arms instead of the other way around initially, his face pressed into the crook of your neck. He looked so at peace sleeping; you couldn’t bring yourself to wake him up, not that there was anything to really wake him up for. Maybe for once he felt completely at ease.

You gently brush the front of his fringe back to press a small kiss onto his forehead, but he didn’t stir even the slightest. Carefully, you lift his draped forearm from your torso and cradle his head until you’re able to slip out from underneath him. You heave a deep breath, placing his head back gently onto your pillow and brushing his hair out of his face. Jungkook continues to snore away contently, his nose twitching ever so slightly and it makes you smile.

He had gone through a lot, hadn’t he? He needed his rest...

“I’ll be right back,” You whisper, quietly slipping on your shoes and heading for your room door. The door squeaks as you pull it towards you to close it as slowly as you could, all while keep lying a close eye on Jungkook continuing to sleep completely undisturbed. A breath of relief escapes your lips as the door clicks with a shut.

You just needed some air, maybe a drink from the vending machine, or maybe just a much needed walk alone. As much as you wanted to tell yourself you fully processed everything that just happened, you just honestly needed a moment now. You lean forward, pressing your head slightly against the closed door and shutting your eyes. A shaky exhale leaves your mouth and you wonder if everything’s going to be ok after this. While you were fairly confident your relationship with Jungkook was going to be ok, there were quite a few other things on your mind.

“Sorry...” A voice comes from behind you as your eyes shoot open, ripping you out of your contemplative thoughts. You spin fast on your heels, back pressed against the door when you recognize fully whose voice that belongs to. Standing not too far from you was none other than Kim Taehyung, his fringe covering his eyes, his hands shoved deep in his pocket with his shoulders hunched over.

“Y-You really shouldn’t be here.” You say hurriedly as you look cautiously around. You couldn’t help wondering if this was another stunt he was pulling, it Yoojung hadn’t given up like Jungkook had confidently thought. Where was she? Was she standing at the end of the hallway? Or the other end?

“And shouldn’t you be in there with him?” Taehyung wearily asks, still not looking up at you as you click your tongue in annoyance. “If you’re looking for her, she’s not here.”

“I don’t owe you any explanation. In fact, I don’t think we owe each other anything. You should go.” You respond sternly. “I’m not really in the mood to argue anymore, especially with you. You understand that right?” You don’t wait for his reply as you begin walking away.

“I’m not here to argue. And you’re wrong, I do owe you an apology at the very least, if you’re willing to hear me out... which I guess you’re not but I....” The demon mumbles under his breath and you sigh, realizing he was trailing behind you, albeit at a distance. “I-I guess I could’ve waited but I felt the need to apologize right away to you.” You stop in your tracks and chew at your lower lip, craning your neck slightly to look at the demon behind you. His mouth was slightly parted as he waited for your reply, as if he was waiting for your permission to proceed.

“I’m listening,” You mumble as you motion your head for him to catch up and walk with you, and exasperated sigh leaving your lips. As upset as you were with him for his involvement, you just couldn’t bear a grudge against him. He had come to apologize, hadn’t he? You could at least hear him out. You cross your arms over your chest, watching Taehyung swiftly catch up to you through the corner of your eye.

“Yoojung approached me after that whole debacle, you know, the one where I mentioned you and I were together upon seeing her and Jungkook together,”

“You know that probably made things worse. I’m pretty sure I told you that.” You mutter as he sheepishly nods. “She had her suspicions already after all,”

“She wanted Jungkook to be hers alone. She figured if you caught him with her for some reason, it would make you leave him and... make you come to me... Saying it out loud is making me realize now how that would never have worked, but I don’t know, I guess she made me believe that it would.” Taehyung covers his mouth with his hand in embarrassment and continues to walk beside you.

“Is that so?”

“Yeah, so she decided that whole shitty ordeal about faking a pregnancy in the hopes that it would catch Jungkook and most importantly you off guard. You know, to think he betrayed your trust and all. Thing is, she’d know it was a lie, so would Jungkook. She was just banking on you leaving him after hearing it is all.” It was like you had thought; she wanted to turn you against Jungkook. You sigh before slowly taking a seat at the bottom of your dorm building’s staircase. “I shouldn’t have gone along with it. So I’m sorry. I’m really sorry...” He mumbles, sitting beside you hesitantly eyeing to ensure respectable distance between your body and his.

“So why did you?” You finally ask him with a sigh, hugging your knees to your chest.

“I don’t know, maybe part of me still thought Jungkook wasn’t good for you, that everything I’ve told you about him before still held true to his character now. Because somewhere along the way of teasing you, I guess somehow, I just wanted you to look at me.” Taehyung confessed and your eyes widen as you look over at the demon in shock.

“Um... I...” Oh god. You had absolutely no clue how to answer him now.

“Don’t worry, it’s really nothing I expected a response to. I know and acknowledge your feelings for him.” He chuckles and ruffles the back of his hair. “After all those things I said about Jungkook, not once did your feelings for him sway. You know, truthfully I only approached you initially in order to steal you away. It couldn’t have been anyone else but you, because you’re the one Jungkook wanted. I just... wanted him to know what it felt like, you know? When he took Yoojung away... I guess somewhere along the way, it became more—”

“I can’t respond to your feelings, Taehyung. I-I have to say it.” You blurt out, unable to listen to anything else he had to say as you squeeze your eyes shut. This is not what you were expecting to happen. He had fucked up listening to Yoojung just to try to separate you and Jungkook, yes. He wanted to you for himself, yes, because it was part of some stupid fight and ordeal to get back at Jungkook— but not because he somehow felt something more for you. “I’m sorry.”

“I didn’t... You don’t have to apologize, jeez.” The demon shakes his head. In the end, even if he was the one to hurt you, even if he was the one trying to tear you and Jungkook apart, you were here apologizing to him. You truly were something else. “I realized too late that what I was doing was wrong. I don’t expect for you to forgive me for all those things I said about Jungkook, for all the hurt I ended up putting both of you through. So I’m sorry, Y/N.”

“You know, the one who you should be speaking with is Jungkook.” You rest your chin on your hand and turn to him as he raises an eyebrow. “If you want to apologize, then wouldn’t it be more meaningful if you say it to Jungkook directly? I don’t know if you’re trying to apologize because you feel guilty, but you know, if you speak with Jungkook... As much as you may have hated him in the past, wouldn’t now be best to make amends?” Taehyung says nothing and looks at the ground between his feet.

“He wouldn’t want to speak with me, Y/N, you know that, much less want to hear an apology from me.” Taehyung mutters under his breath and you sigh quietly. “How could he forgive a man for wanting to take away his girl? Or for plotting to with his ex?”

“I mean when you put it that way, all hope seems lost... But you were friends before. I think it’s worth a try,” You answer and tilt your head, your lips curving up slightly. “I do forgive you by the way. You had a change of heart and you’re here apologizing so that’s what matters most to me. It would mean a lot more to me, and to Jungkook I’m sure, if you would speak with him.”

“You forgive easily for someone who tried to assist with tearing you apart from your lover for revenge.”

“Perhaps we’d be having a much different conversation if you had succeeded.” You answer and stand up, Taehyung watching you as you put your hands in your pocket. “So, won’t you also issue this same apology to Jungkook as well? Don’t tell me your ego is preventing you from doing so.” You challenge him and he shakes his head.

“You make it sound like he’ll be receptive towards even wanting to stand in the same room as me voluntarily. I tried to take you away from him... he won’t hear me out, Y/N, seriously.” You simply smile down at him before turning and heading back towards your room. A low grunt leaves Taehyung’s mouth as he stands up, trudging behind you. Why did he have a feeling even if Jungkook didn’t want to hear him out, he might just do it for your sake? Was there anything he wouldn’t do for you, Taehyung thought.

The walk back to your room was silent, and you were wondering if Jungkook would get upset at you for meddling between him and Taehyung’s affairs. Ultimately, if Taehyung was here to apologize to you, then Jungkook deserved to hear it too. If he didn’t want to forgive or accept, that was on his terms.

Just as you reach the front of your room, you hear Taehyung swallow nervously behind you.

“This isn’t a good idea.”

“Just wait, ok?” You ask him quietly as you turn to look at him, hand pressed against the handle of your door. He looks away, semi-questioning how exactly you even managed to convince him to be here ready to apologize to Jungkook’s face. If anything, he had hoped to apologize to you, to speak with you, and that’s it. Yet, he knew you were right.

All the demon does is nod, his hands shoved deep into his pocket.

You slowly push open the door to your room, your eyes tracing the still-sleeping figure in your bed. A quiet sigh leaves your lips as you quietly kick off your shoes to walk over towards Jungkook. Maybe he didn’t realize you had left? Most likely not. You feel the mattress sink beneath you as you scoot yourself beside him, fingers reaching over to comb through his hair as his eyes flutter open.

“Mhm... Why did you leave?” He groans and asks suddenly, his hand reaching up to remove yours from his hair as he sleepily presses his lips against your open palm. The way his mouth ghosts over your skin sends shivers down your spine as you try to keep yourself composed.

“I was hoping you wouldn’t notice.”

“Of course I did,” He mumbles softly. “I noticed the absence of you immediately, Y/N.”

“You were sleeping so peacefully. I didn’t want to disturb you and I just needed to get some air, that... and Taehyung is outside. But ok ok, before you—“ You tried to speak fast but nonetheless couldn’t finish your sentence; Jungkook has his hand around your wrist as he swiftly pulls your body towards him. With ease, he manages to flip you onto your back, your back now pressed firmly against the bed as he hovers above you resting on his elbows. You didn’t even have time to react much less blink before you were under him. Now he was wide awake, and you had his fully undivided attention.

“Yes, I know he’s outside. Why exactly now is he out there?” He raises an eyebrow, jaw clenched ever so slightly with irritation as he tilts his head in annoyance. Nothing could get past him... He must’ve sensed him already; of course you didn’t have to tell him a demon was standing right outside your door.

“When I left earlier, he was standing there. He apologized to me for trying to tear us apart. You know, for working with Yoojung.” Jungkook’s eyebrow twitches, eyes narrowing as he makes a tutting sound with his tongue. Why did he seem unconvinced?

“How do you know he meant it? Was this before or after he told you his feelings for you?” Your mouth drops open in shock, your eyes never leaving his. God, the look on your face made it so obvious just now, Jungkook thought.

“Wait. How do you know about that?”

“I didn’t. You confirmed it just now though.” You raise your hand and shove at his chest. “Come on, Y/N, why else would he try so hard and agree to scheme with Yoojung? Didn’t you say it before? That he wanted you for himself?” Jungkook sighs, wondering if you were maybe the only one who didn’t realize it.

“There’s more to it than that... he told me just now. And before you ask or even think about getting upset, I responded to his feelings and told him no.” Jungkook places his hand gently against your cheek before leaning in to kiss the tip of your nose.

“I know that too.” Jungkook answers smugly and confidently and you roll your eyes at him.

“You know, I can’t remember if you ever did tell me why you and Taehyung had a fall out... but you know he had feelings for Yoojung, right? Then you... well... you kind of went ahead and went after her anyways.” Jungkook’s eyebrows furrow as he sits back on his heel, allowing you to scoot yourself into a seated position yourself. You lean your back against your bed frame as you watch confusion rise on Jungkook’s face. “You didn’t know?”

“I... He might’ve mentioned it briefly, but I didn’t think anything of it— I didn’t think he thought anything of it back then.” He mutters, voice trailing off as he looks towards the door. It was her energy they were both after, how was he supposed to have known that Taehyung liked her more than that? How was he supposed to know that he too would’ve felt something more for Yoojung back then?

“Well, he was confident you knew. He was just trying to get back at you.” You mumble and reach out to take his hand in yours. “Maybe talking to him won’t be such a bad thing.” His eyes narrow suddenly, a disgusted look rising on his face as he shakes his head stubbornly.

“After what he did? Getting involved with Yoojung to try to push you into his arms? How do I forgive him for that? For hurting you? How did you even forgive him?” Jungkook argues. Weren’t you trying too hard to mend this broken friendship between him and Taehyung? He had been fine without him all this time.

“He felt like you took Yoojung away from him—”

“Well I didn’t realize that at the time. Are you sympathizing with him?”

“No, I just can see his side as well. He already apologized to me, Jungkook. You know how manipulative Yoojung is and he admitted to having bad judgement earlier. I just... think it’s a misunderstanding that can be cleared up. I don’t know if you have to necessarily forgive, but you can bear it and just hear him out, can’t you?” You take his other hand in his and pull him towards you. Both your forearms now resting against his shoulder as his hands are placed firmly on the bed to support himself.

“Does it really matter that much to you?”

“I think it matters to you more than you’re willing to admit it.”

“You didn’t answer my question,” Jungkook huffs.

“And you didn’t deny my statement,”

“Fine, if I tell you it doesn’t matter?” Jungkook’s face nears yours as he tilts his head, his lips mere inches from yours. “Then you’ll drop this whole thing and let me just love you right here and now?” Your eyebrow raises as his hand slowly begins to caress your thigh.

“Not with Taehyung waiting outside.” You hiss at him and pinch at his hand to stop him from traveling any farther up your thigh...

“I mean, I think he’ll get the message and leave.”

“Not the point. After, ok?” You smile and press your lips quickly against his. “Then I’m all yours.” You don’t miss the annoyance on Jungkook’s face as you pull away from him only for a split second, for he hurriedly chases after your lips again, pressing his mouth urgently against yours as you laugh in your attempt to resist him.

“Don’t have any expectations that he and I are going to suddenly be friends again, but I’ll listen, alright?” Jungkook grumbles, his teeth pulling gently on your lower lip. “You’re mine afterwards,” The demon growls as he forcibly removes himself from the bed and begrudgingly heads towards the door.

“Promise... and good luck,” You call from the bed as Jungkook shakes his head as if refusing to acknowledge your words of encouragement and quietly slips out of your dorm room. Your door closes with a soft click as you slowly exhale the breath you had been holding.

You truthfully weren’t sure how much you even convinced him, or if ultimately just talking it out with him allowed him to go hear Taehyung out of his own volition. Either way, you were certain they’d be able to close this chapter out together, that they’d be able to put Yoojung and everything behind them. It seemed like a misunderstanding after all.

In the end, it was hours before Jungkook let himself back into your room... quite the contrary to what he tried to lead both you and himself to think. The conversation between them both lasted long enough for you to even fall asleep waiting for his return. Jungkook slowly makes his way over to your bed as you scoot over, gesturing with your hand for him to join you. His lips were pressed tightly together as he slowly obliges, hands immediately seeking yours. Your fingers intertwine with his as he settles himself behind you, your back pressed against his chest and his chin resting gently on the top of your head. He says nothing and simply holds you close to him.

Then he finally speaks, admitting to the misunderstanding and lack of communication between the two of them, and how they were driven apart by something, no someone, that seemed so trivial to them both now. It wasn’t according to his plan to apologize either, but he had found himself apologizing to Taehyung as well. Did Jungkook forgive him? It was hard to say; Even when you asked him if he did, Jungkook’s answer was a quiet scoff, a long pause and an ‘I guess’. The demon’s reasoning was that he couldn’t bring himself so quickly to forgive and forget after Taehyung’s countless attempts to take you away from him which had you rolling your eyes. To which you reply, his attempts were futile as you never once entertained the thought of being his.

Of course in saying this, you could feel Jungkook gloating over that as he contently hums in satisfaction behind you. A smile spreads to your face when you hear him bring up how Taehyung confirmed Yoojung wouldn’t be coming around anymore, especially not after how humiliated she was rendered by everyone.

“So that’s good then,” You smile, maneuvering yourself in his arms to turn and face him. Jungkook nods with a soft exhale as you bring your hand up to gently caress his face. “You have nothing to worry about anymore when it comes to her, really.”

“Especially with you by my side. I can’t imagine where I’d be, who I’d be, if you weren’t by my side all this time.” It was one thing to finally feel free from his haunting past, free from the trauma of his first love, another to feel safe and accepted in the present, and to feel worry-free about the future. It was all thanks to you. The only thing he wouldn’t admit out loud to you, is that he was thankful you gave him that push to speak with Taehyung because on his own, there’s no way in hell he would ever. Just like there was no way right now, he was going to tell you you were right about that... maybe another time. “I love you, a lot.”

“I know, and I love you too. I love you, Jungkook.” You say to reaffirm just as Jungkook’s eyes darken, a desire and sudden lust taking over him. He leans down eagerly, mouth hungrily crushing yours as you laugh at his sudden urgency and at the shift in mood.

“We both know that talk went way longer than planned. Remind me of what you had said before I left the room?” Jungkook raises an eyebrow before rolling over on top of you and pressing his thumb to your chin.

“Watch out for your hand, Jungkook... Oh, and the part where I said I’m all yours afterwards?”

“Yeah, that part.” Jungkook growls as he tilts his head, his mouth so close to yours you could feel his shaky exhale. You want nothing more than for him to hold you now, as you raise your hands, fingers grabbing the front of his shirt tightly. “Say it again, won’t you, Y/N?”

“I’m yours, Jungkook.” Your eyes begin to flutter shut when his lips finally graze yours once more. “Your turn.”

“I’m yours.”

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It wasn’t long until the semester was finally coming to a close. And while you had missed more classes than you could count, you were pleasantly surprised how prepared you felt going into the final exams week. Nonetheless, what wasn’t a surprise was that you owed the saving of your GPA and mental soundness after everything to Jungkook. Of course you had to give yourself some credit for the late nights of studying and playing catch up.

Even with a busy schedule and all, you still made sure to find time to catch up with Jieun. She wouldn’t have it any other way if she could help it. More than once she’s already dramatically emphasized and teased how you’ve spent more time with Jungkook this semester than you have with her your entire college career prior to meeting him, which was obviously an over exaggeration on her part... but that’s what made her your best friend. As brutally honest and trusting you were with one another, telling her Jungkook wasn’t exactly human wasn’t your secret to tell; it wasn’t like she’d ever ask anyways.

In fact, she never even suspected Taehyung to be a demon either. Again, not that even he had given any hints to having been one either. Oh, and after numerous efforts to flirt with him, Jieun took the loss, fairly confident that perhaps he just had a different ideal type when it came to girls in mind... hm...

As difficult as you may have thought mending your relationship with Taehyung would’ve been, it truthfully wasn’t as hard as you thought. You feared about the possibility of awkwardness of it all more than anything, but it wasn’t like that at all. Maybe it helped as well that there wasn’t much lingering tension as Jungkook made sure to somewhat put Taehyung in his place when it came to making a move on you ever again. It was a good thing the two of them were able to reconcile in the end, maybe they weren’t as good friends as before, but you could at least consider them friendly acquaintances with one another. In your books, that was definitely a step up from before.

Despite all of that, the one who ultimately showed the most support was still Park Jimin. That’s right, as shocked as he was to hear from you and Jungkook about all the shit that happened upon Yoojung’s return, he couldn’t have been happier for Jungkook and yourself. As someone who had been by Jungkook’s side, especially when he was going through a tough time during and even after being with Yoojung, he simply couldn’t believe his ears.

‘I’m really glad he has you now, Y/N’ you remember hearing him say to you. As unsure as he was initially with one, Jungkook being so adamant in pursuing you, and two, you growing feelings for him, he was proven absolutely wrong. It was nice to hear though, you had to admit. Not saying that you were looking or needed his approval to be with Jungkook or anything like that, but it brought a big smile to your face whenever you thought about it... After all, Jimin had been Jungkook’s closest, most trusted friend for so long, had been with him through everything; it meant a lot to you.

“What are you thinking about? You look like you’re in deep thought about something.” You look up suddenly at Jungkook. His eyebrows were raised as he glances down in your direction.

“About you,” You hum teasingly, eyes darting away playfully from Jungkook as the demon scoffs in annoyance as you swing your hand in his back and forth.

“Yeah, ok.” Jungkook says in disbelief as you laugh at his eye roll. “You worried about the exam tonight or something like that? You shouldn’t be. You’re prepared.”

“No, I’m not too worried about that,”

“What? You aren’t? Why are we heading towards the library to study more then? If you’re just stressed, I can think of a few better ways to relieve it.” Jungkook smirks to himself, the corner of his lips upturning and it doesn’t take a genius to know exactly what he’s referring to. He leans down suddenly, his mouth next to your ear as he whispers, “All you need to say is ‘yes, Jungkook, please’ and we can be on our way. My room’s not too far away from the exam room. We can take our time.”

“Stop teasing!” You blush and quickly pull your hand away from his, giving him a playful shove to his shoulder as he laughs. His laughter was warm; It was music to your ears every time you heard it, each and every time pulling on your heart strings. You find yourself involuntarily smiling fondly at him as he makes his way down the stairs in front of you and you suddenly stop. “Jungkook.”

“What? Did you change your mind? That was fast.” He turns to briefly glance over his shoulder at you as he stops just a few steps ahead of you.

“This is where I fell back then. This very spot.” You mumble, your eyes looking down at the staircase before you.

“Mhm, well, aren’t you glad it was me who was there to catch you?” Jungkook smiles up at you, turning fully around to face you now.

“This is where I met you... where it all started,” Your voice grows quiet as Jungkook continues to look up at you, an inquisitive look on his face as he wonders what you were trying to get at. The corner of his lips suddenly fall, the smile disappearing in split seconds when he notices how watery your eyes had gotten.

“What’s wrong? Hey, Y/N...” He calls out to you as you take the back of your hand to wipe at your eyes, unsure why you were overwhelmed with emotions all of a sudden.

“I love you...” You sniffle and as quick as Jungkook was to panic at the sight of your untimely tears, his shoulders drop, a soft exhale leaving his lips. “I know we’ve said it to each other before, and we’ve said it so many times already but I really love you...”

“I know you do. That’s not something to cry about now, is it?” You shake your head slowly. Maybe it was because this was where it all began for you. When you fell, when Jungkook caught you, and when you followed him. You didn’t know what you were getting yourself into, but you wouldn’t change a thing. “If you keep crying, your eyes are going to swell up, and your head is going to hurt. You’re not going to be able to focus nor be able to read the exam questions. Then you’ll have something to cry about.” He teases you in the attempt to cheer you up. It works and you nod with a small laugh, wiping the remainder of your tears with your sleeve.

“Fuck, I know. S-Sorry, no I don’t know why I’m crying...”

“There’s nothing to apologize for, Y/N.” You look down at him as he holds out his hand to you, palm facing up invitingly as you put your hand gently in his. “I really can’t imagine where I’d be without you too. And I’ve told you countless times before, I can’t imagine a future without you by my side. You accepted me, cared for me, understood me, and loved me, flaws and all. Thank you, Y/N. I love you more than I can express in words and I am just so happy and lucky to call you mine.”

He was so grateful for you, for just being the lovely and kind you; you made him feel deserving of happiness, and deserving of love. He never felt deserving of any of those things. He never thought he’d feel something like love ever again. Most of importantly of all, he was learning to forgive himself and to love himself, both of which he also thought once were unachievable. 

But you proved him wrong.

“St-Stop, you’re going to make me cry again if you say anything more...” Your heart begins racing in your chest, the water works starting up again as more happy tears roll down your cheek. He gingerly raises your hand in his, pressing his lips against your skin and you find yourself smiling down at him.

“Alright, alright,” He chuckles as he pulls you slowly towards him, his heart singing in his chest upon seeing that lovely and bright smile of yours. How is it that even with tears in your eyes, you were the most beautiful thing he’s ever laid eyes on? “Now, don’t cry anymore, alright love?”

You gradually take a step, then another, until you’re just one step above and slightly towering over him.

“Demon or not,” You whisper just loud enough for him to hear. “I love you for you, Jeon Jungkook... everything and all that is you.” Your other hand comes forward to brush the hair covering his forehead out of the way as you press a chaste kiss against his skin. Your lips linger there for a second before pulling away. His golden smile widens, his nose crinkling ever so slightly as his promising eyes gaze up lovingly into yours.

“Always?”

“Yeah, always.”

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