A/n: Welcome to the first chapter! Thank you for giving it a try, I really do encourage positive feedback, you can love it or hate it but please be kind always. I’d love to hear thoughts and questions to help me improve. It’s a SLOW BURN with much YEARNING, you have been warned. Chapters will upload weekly and I will show a teaser of the next one midweek. Lots of love! <3
P.s: English is NOT my first language, so apologies for any mistakes. Also, I only halfheartedly proof read this story. All chapters are planned and many of them are completed, but when I start writing I become a bit unstoppable and impatient and that may show sometimes. I’m just very excited to share this story. Enjoy!
Once again Y/n had found herself working late into the night. As an interior designer - a very dedicated one- she often did. It must have been around 1:00 a.m when she decided it was time to go to sleep. So she called Lila, her assistant who had insisted on waiting for her at reception sending some emails, to tell her to bring the car around. There was no response. Y/n knew this was odd, Lila was the most efficient woman she had ever hired, would not leave without telling her and would not leave her, period.
The feeling that something was incredibly wrong dawned on her like a ton of bricks. Instead of panicking, she decided to calmly walk out to reception. Maybe Lila had fallen asleep? Unexpected of her but completely normal taking into account how hard they had all been working on this last project. The client had been making changes nonstop, forcing them to alter the concepts and designs over and over. Her office building had never seemed as creepy and silent as it did now. Lila was not sending emails at the reception desk, in fact, her computer was turned off, no trace of her. Y/n took a breath and walked back to her office as if nothing was wrong. There must be a reasonable explanation for all of it, right? Lila must have a good reason for leaving, right? The click-clack of her heel on the wooden floors was the only sound all around as she opened the door to her office again. Once inside, she immediately knew she wasn't alone.
The only light inside her office was a desk lamp that shone brightly over some house plans for the project they were currently designing: some color palets, chair models, kitchen counters and so on. On the other side of the room she had a couch, a coffee table - with plenty more sketches and papers scattered around - and a couple of armchairs. That area was lit only by moonlight and the few remnants of streetlight that managed to reach the fifteenth floor she stood on. While walking back to her desk, and fully aware that there was someone unwelcome sitting on her couch, Y/n grabbed her phone, purse, and some layouts of her work to bring home, as if nothing was wrong. Then she turned around towards the stranger.
"Who invited you into my office?" She questioned, remaining calm on the outside and fighting the urge to scream and run away.
The dark figure didn't respond quickly. They merely lifted their face, which Y/n now realized by actually looking at them, was covered by a mask. In fact the stranger was sporting an all black ensemble: black mask, black suit, black gloves, everything from head to toe, even his hair was black. Y/n assumed by his physique that he was a man, there was no other information to base this assumption and it wasn't relevant to her at the moment so she pondered on that no longer.
"Forgive me, Y/n" Was the first thing he ever said to her. His deep voice emerged from the darkest corner of her office, where he sat, comfortably, on the couch. Then he stood up, walked two steps forward and put his hands in his pockets, adopting a confident stand about ten steps away from her. Even in the darkness of the room, the fear and the distance between them, Y/n saw he was a tall man. "I invited myself"
"Not forgiven" She frowned. "Do I know you?"
"Have you ever met anyone who wears this mask?" He replied.
"No, never. But I've heard rumors about such masks" She didn't give him a chance to speak before she said. "How do you know my name? Who are you? What are you doing here?”
The man didn't scoff or smile as far as she could tell, but he was amused, certainly. "Those are all brilliant questions, and the ones I would ask in your situation. Let's have a seat and discuss it, shall we?" He pointed at her desk, as if inviting her to his own house. She walked to her chair obediently, fearful and sat down, never breaking eye contact with the masked stranger, who invited himself once again to a chair opposite of her. Now only a table stood between them, and the desk lamp’s warm glow accentuated the details of his mask, making Y/n wish she could turn it off for a second. It was a terrifying thing to see up close, certainly designed to inflict fear upon those who saw it.
If there had been any doubts as to who this man was, they no longer existed. He was a member of Bangtan, the most infamous mafia around.
"Let's start with what's important. Why am I here?" He began, once he sat down. His voice was deep and soft at the same time. Controlled and confident, like he knew he had the upper hand. Y/n held onto the armrest of her chair as if her life depended on it. "I'm here to talk to you about William" Y/n's frown deepened. "William? As in, my fiancé, William?" The masked man didn't nod or reply. He merely looked at her.
"What about him?"
"Did you know your fiancé..." He said the word like it was a joke. "... is a very unreasonable man?" Y/n fought the urge to scoff. William had always been a bit of a stubborn guy, but that was not the word she would use to describe him as a whole. So she responded. "I wouldn't say unreasonable, but okay... How do you know William?"
"He entered some business with us, Y/n. To put it simply: He has owed us money for some time now. Too much money. " He explained, no sympathy in his voice, he talked about it like he bought a bad product and wanted to give it back.
Y/n's eyes widened. "What- why would.? You must have mistaken him for someone else, William wouldn't make deals with..." She thought saying gangsters, mobsters or even mafia might be rude, so she stammered and struggled to find the words instead. It was crazy to think good old William, working-in-finance William, leaves-the-seat-up William could be involved with Bangtan.
"I'm afraid it's the truth, Y/n." He reclined on his chair and sighed, like it was a boring fact he had to battle with for far too long. She found herself at a loss for words. It was all much too confusing and impactful. William? Bangtan? Masked man? What? "I can see the gears turning, I don't want to impose and bother you for much longer. But I do need a favor…"
When she heard that her head snapped back in his direction, her brain decided to focus on one thing at a time; answering him first, for example. "What favor?"
"Since William won't pay what he owes, we will be choosing the assets ourselves. We have chosen you as collateral" He spoke as if talking about a loan, or having someone borrow some cash. Her eyes blew wide open, she tried to control her breaths.
"What?"
"I know this must all be shocking to learn but I don't like to repeat myself, did you or didn't you understand?" Y/n took a moment to regain her composure. She looked at the picture of her and William on her desk, disgusted. This was either the meanest prank ever, or her life was in danger because of her idiotic fiancé. She nodded. "I understood"
"Good" He nodded too. "That answers the question for why im here. But, Who am i? You asked me that before. I didn't answer. Τhat is because you already know. So tell me, Y/n" I lift my gaze once more towards the dark mask. Words caught in my throat.
He leans forward, slightly. Then asks again. "Who am I?"
Y/n cleared her throat. "You are a member of Bangtan.” She decided there was no use trying to dance around his question. He knew, she knew, why fake ignorance. She wasn’t sure if the knowledge would grant her any sort of mercy from this man, but she hoped so.
"Smart woman." He whispered. It didn't seem like mockery. He seemed truly impressed by both her knowledge of his existence and her speaking up on it. As if used to a more fearful admission to his existence. "And what do you know about Bangtan?"
She gulps, a small drop of bravery moving her words forward, she replied with honesty. "Not much. The mask is pretty much all I know, that Bangtan members wear them to identify themselves. I had heard descriptions of it but I don't think they did it justice."
She knew he was smiling when he spoke next. "And do you know what happens when a member of Bangtan reveals their face?"
Her memory was foggy, the present situation probably wasn't helping, but she made an effort to recall rumors she’d heard here and there, from nonsense to eerie things. "I heard some stuff. Don't know if it's real though.” He nodded once for her to continue. "I heard that if one ever witnesses a member of Bangtan reveal their face, they become indebted to them forever" she pauses to breathe once. "I heard that they don't live to tell the tale"
"Do you believe those rumors?"
She shrugged. "I’m not sure.” She felt quite small in that dark room. As if being interrogated by a police officer about what she knew. But she wasn’t involved in any crimes as far as she was concerned. The fact that he was so calm, logical and conversational presented a polar opposite to the violent, chaotic and unreasonable spooky stories she had heard about his… group.
"The reality is similar. If I were to remove my mask now, you'd have access to my most prized possession: my identity. That would make you someone I must keep close, you see? How do you think one keeps someone from revealing secrets?" He said, leaning closer. The hairs on her body stood up. Her spine stiffened, fear dropped through her whole body, paralyzing her thoughts.
"Dead men tell no tales." she whispered, petrified. As if the thought of dying hadn’t entered her mind up until that moment.
He nodded, as if liking her response. He crossed his arms. "They sure don't. And I won't deny there was a day I would have enjoyed shooting someone for revealing my identity, but this is not that day. I have a new system in place.” She waited for him to continue. "Whoever sees a Bangtan face, becomes a Bangtan face."
Many, many questions bubbled in her mind, threatening to drive her mad. "To what end?" She asked. It didn't make sense that they would pick random people, or random 'collateral' as he had so kindly called her earlier, and bind them to their organization on a whim.
"You must think this is all a coincidence. That none of this is planned, that my men haven't studied this situation and traced your movements up until this moment. You think you have nothing to do with this" He leaned back and sighed, his neck exposed as he looked up to the ceiling, then his masked gaze dropped to her again. "I have personally chosen you for this, Y/n. You will help us resolve the William issue.”
She looked around, as if an angel would drop from the skies above and help her out of this situation. "And what if i don't want to?" The anxiety in her chest was materializing into the need to scream and throw stuff at him, but she kept her composure as best as she could.
"That would be a problem, yes" This response surprised her. She had expected by now at least one gun pointed in her direction. "I'm in no mood to torture or hurt you, quite frankly. After studying this situation and observing you I figured you'd be receptive to a conversation, such as this, where you could understand the problem your fiancé presents" He stood up and looked out the window. "I could leave right now, and you could pretend none of this happened, I'd simply get rid of the problem and call it a day.”
Y/n gulped. He was talking about killing William. She would be lying if she said it didn’t cross her mind as the most logical conclusion to this. But she knew he was playing with her feelings. This was the conection. She would do this for fucking William cause she loved fucking William. "He's an idiot but what could he possibly have done so badly to earn an early grave? How much money could he possibly owe?” She thought for a moment about the fact that he was not a financial burden on her despite the fact that she made more money. This had been a recurring topic at first in their relationship as he had felt insecure about it. But with that engagement ring on her finger, she had foolishly believed those days were behind them.
He looked at her, if masks could move to show emotion, his mask would show confusion. "So you know he's a moron? Why would you be engaged to him?"
"Is this really the topic of discussion?" She frowned.
"Right.” He looked back out the window and went back to the conversation smoothly. “William bought about one million worth of cocaine from us in the last two years."
Her mouth opened on cue, shocked. "What the f-"
"Yes, quite the incredible sum. I'm not sure how he intended to pay for any wedding you two might have" The masked man sat down again. "Do you understand my problem now?"
"How would my affiliation with Bangtan fix that?" She moved on to a solution, quickly, her racing heart was starting to alarm her. No matter how much she was now realizing she didn’t know her fiancé: his life mattered to her, she needed to fix it, quickly.
“It would ensure you stay by our side while we trade your life for the money and it would motivate William faster" He explained, reasonably enough.
"Can't you guys just tell him you kidnapped me and leave me alone?" She frantically looked around in her brain for ideas to get her out of this unharmed, nothing else came.
Something shifted in his demeanor. As if so far it had been funny, but he was starting to lose his patience. She had struck some nerve. "Y/n it may seem like it but I'm not an entirely patient man. William has been warned time and time again to collaborate. Not even a physical warning threw him off.” Y/n thought back to a time when William had come home limping, claiming to have hurt himself at golf. She buried her face in her hands, in desperation. "This is the extent of our benevolence. Your life for the money. I'm not inclined to use violence if if can be avoided, though that may be hard to believe for you, so I traced this plan with my team, you come willingly and William gets an ultimatum"
She took this information in and meditated it for what felt like a minute. It really seemed like this man was trying to reason with her, but it was not in his nature to wait forever. It seemed like, as bad as the situation had gotten, he was giving her a chance to leave unharmed.
"Alright." She lifted her eyes and looked directly at him.
"Do we have a deal?" He removed his glove from his right hand, revealing an elegant and big hand that he extended towards her. She shook it.
"We have a deal, I guess" Her racing heart hadn't stopped. She felt like it might bounce out of her chest any minute. His hand was soft and warm, and she broke the contact nearly as soon as it started, as if touching him was poisonous. Silence reigned for about ten seconds as he put his glove back on.
"Take my mask off, Y/n, I want to introduce myself"
Y/n felt like fainting. She had made a deal with the devil, that man underneath the mask must be satan, an old, evil, tortured man who had just bought her freedom to save William's life, the idiot. She had agreed to this, she was going to see the face of a Bangtan member. She was going to owe him for life.
She extended a shaky hand towards the mask, breathing slowly, trying to ease her nerves. Grabbing onto the lower part of the mask and starting to lift it up she realized it was heavier than she had anticipated, as if crafted by an artisan. A truly beautiful, albeit terrifying, piece of art. But the true shock came to her when she saw the lips of the man beneath, then the nose, then the eyes.
He was perfect.
She tried to rationalize her shock as she placed the mask on the table. She had expected an ugly terrible monster under the mask. A man capable of hurting her, dealing with drugs, murder and all kinds of nightmares she'd heard Bangtan was capable of. Instead she was met with the most gorgeous man she had ever seen.
"My name is Taehyung" He spoke, softly. "I'm a member of The Seven, the Bangtan's elite circle."
She was at a loss for words. Her nervousness had only increased by the minute. His entire presence was so... captivating. It was difficult to focus. Many emotions and confusing feelings were occurring all at once. She gulped and nodded.
"Right. I'm doomed then" He only smiled softly and stood up. He picked up his mask and placed it over his face again. She was almost sad to see his face covered again, which only made her shake her head in denial, confused. He signaled for her to walk with him. She grabbed her purse and phone again.
"Wait" She said. "Where is Lila?" She remembered.
"Do not worry, she's in good hands" He ambiguously explained.
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As far as mafia kidnappings went, this was a nice one.
Not sure how or when, Y/n found herself in a car. The walk from her office to there was hazy, filled with doubts and scary thoughts. Taehyung had guided her through the small of her back elegantly all along. She tried to ground herself on that feeling but the truth was no matter how reasonable or handsome he had been, this was an evil man that took her to get revenge on her fiancé. It was all too crazy; too surreal. There was no way any of this was actually happening.
She sat in the back of an all black car, Taehyung by her side. She had been instructed not to speak until they reached their destination. Y/n had every intention to comply with his soft demand and shut up. She needed the silence anyways to clear her mind and recall the events of the night. It was difficult, given the fact that she was tired, confused and a little bit scared. She didn’t like one bit the fact that her fear had decreased exponentially the more she had talked to Taehyung, not one bit. But it was the truth. In fact, there were more men waiting outside her office, about ten, all masked, and she could confidently recall leaning into Taehyung's touch on her back for comfort at the sight of so many unknown dark figures. Their driver, for one, was too tall, too bulky and mysterious, who only bowed at the sight of Taehyung and drove them in silence. It was as if they could all communicate telepathically and scare her to death with their robotic mannerisms and absolute obedience.
For what felt like an hour Y/n drifted aimlessly through that night’s events, wondering what would come next. If a harsh reality was due, she would soon be chained up and beat into submission for a cute picture to send to William. But so far it felt like Bangtan did things differently. She thought about the fact that taking her by force would have been so easy. Y/n couldn’t recall the last time she exercised. She was an easy pray. Yet Bangtan had resorted to sending an absolute adonis to reason with her and bring her willingly.
Willingly. She sat on that car next to that man willingly.
“We have arrived” He commanded, exiting the car. She looked up, startled. Had not even realized the car had stopped moving. It was dark outside, trees and stars where the only sight for miles. Her mind started racing again. So they plan to leave me chained to a tree or something, great. Her door was opened, startling her once again. She looked up to see Taehyung extending a gloved hand in her direction. She complied and exited the car with his assistance. Turning around to examine her surroundings further she realized they stood before a mansion. An incredible, beautiful mansion. The sort of place Y/n dreamt about living in when she glanced at her favorite interior design magazines. The sort of house she one day hoped to buy with William.
William.
His name made her blood boil. It had for the past hour. If she ever got out of this situation, she was going to kill him herself.
Taehyung walked in front of her as they approached the house. Everyone they crossed paths with would bow their head silently in his wake. It was scary to see how much power he held. Everyone was wearing black, their faces exposed but eyes covered by thin pieces of cloth. Y/n took every detail in and kept walking. The interior was just as exciting to see as the outside. Whoever decorated it had a very classic and impeccable style. Perhaps a bit outdated, but very elegant and impressive nonetheless. After losing herself in too many paintings and lamps as possible, walking for what felt like an eternity and about a million stairs, Taehyung stopped behind two huge ornate doors. “This is your room.” He stated as he pushed the doors open. Y/n followed him inside with her mouth wide open. What? This was not the dark humid dungeon she was supposed to be residing in. It was a master bedroom with an ensuite bathroom and a balcony. A beautiful room filled with the most luxurious decorations she could have imagined.
She quickly closed her mouth when he turned around to see her. She nodded, unsure what to say. “Thank you?”
“No need for that.” He commanded, waving his hand dismissively. He lifted a finger towards the open doors. “Give us a second, Grant” He said to a suited man waiting outside. He looked serene, his face uncovered. Grant merely nodded once and closed the doors while bowing his head in our direction. As soon as the doors closed Taehyung removed his mask, looking at her. She was once again struck by his angelic features. Nervously, she met his gaze.
“Under no circumstances should you leave this room without informing me first. Is that clear?” Y/n was quickly reminded of his status of elite mobster when he spoke so sternly. She nodded quickly. “I need to hear ‘yes’, Y/n”
“Yes, its clear” She held back the urge to say `sir, yes sir´, thinking he would not have found it amusing. It was very weird hearing him say her name now that his face was uncovered. It was weird that he knew her name at all but then again what about this situation entirely had been remotely normal?
“Lila is at her house. She was accompanied there by my men, no harm came to her at all. Grant is here for anything you might need, from food to clothes to pretty much anything else. This is a phone” He said, extracting it from his jacket and handing it to her. “It is the only one you are to use from now until this matter is resolved” She grabbed it. He kept his empty hand in front of her, expecting something in return. Y/n quickly realized what he meant and reached into her purse to retrieve her own phone, handing it to him immediately. Once again swallowing the words ‘yes sir’, because mocking him then felt like a disrespect with consequences she was not ready to face.
A weight was lifted off her shoulders at the mention of Lila. She was too sweet a girl and too innocent in all of this to deserve anything bad happening to her, just because of William and her idiotic choice to ever get involved with him.
“Can I talk to Lila then?” She wondered, needing confirmation that she was fine.
He nodded. “Yes, her number is also in there. Do you have any other questions?” He suggested, turning towards the door.
“Many” She replied, setting her purse down on the table nearest to me and looking around the room, confused.
He turned back around to look at the woman, as if he expected the answer to be ‘no’. “Come on then, time is precious” He walked around the room and sat down on an armchair, reached into his pocket and grabbed a cigarette and a lighter. “Do you mind?” It seemed awfully gentleman-like to worry about her being bothered by smoke at a time like this, but she was thankful nonetheless.
Shaking her head softly, she replied. “Not at all, go ahead”
The gesture of placing a cigarette between his lips and lighting it shouldn’t have been as captivating as it was. In fact, Y/n had to shake her head quickly to snap out of the trance of watching his lips close around the damned thing and smoke. She coughed, as if that would wake her up and remembered she was supposed to be asking questions.
“What’s the plan then?” Maybe starting by asking what the next course of action was could help her set things into focus.
“Tomorrow we send William the ultimatum. No need to bore you with the details of how he receives that message, the important thing is he receives it. Then we wait”
“Wait for what?”
“His response.”
“Which would be the money, right?” She decides to take a seat across from him, a beautiful coffee table separating them. He looked relaxed, not too relaxed, but definitely comfortable leaning back and smoking, legs slightly spread just enough for her to realize her thoughts were drifting again.
“Hopefully.” He responded ambiguously, which he apparently liked to do.
“Hopefully?” She asked, surprised. “What’s the alternative?”
Taehyung leaned forward in his seat, grabbed a small silver ashtray from the table and placed it on the edge of the coffee table, close to his seat, tapping the cigarette gently to remove ash, then bringing it back to his lips. “The alternative is your fiancé doesn’t pay us the money, so we get rid of you to teach him a lesson he won’t forget” His eyes lifted in her direction like that of a tiger zeroing in on his pray.
A full shiver ran through her entire body. She had forgotten the power dynamics at play. She had forgotten this was not a normal day staying at a friends house, this was a kidnapping - semi-willing kidnapping, if you will. She was sitting before a, most likely, vicious murderer who would stop at nothing to be payed what he is owed.
“But don’t worry. I’m sure it won’t have to come to that” He was getting close to finishing his smoke. Y/n had only asked him one of the many questions plaguing her, but she felt like she’d heard too much already. “I really would hate having to harm you, if you could believe that”
She was indeed having a hard time believing that. She decided after a beat to try to ask another question. “Do you reveal your identity often?” It felt like he did all of this with too much confidence, like it was daily business walking into womens offices and telling them to come with him, willingly.
Taehyung shook his head. “There are five ranks in Bangtan. Only the two highest ranks know who I am, that’s a grand total of seventeen people. Eighteen, counting you”
Y/n frowned. He noticed it.
“I told you I personally selected you, I wanted you to know my name and my face” He explained, as if reading her mind.
“Why?”
A very discreet smile neared his expression, amusement. “It’s something you’ll learn about me eventually, but I like to thoroughly investigate our targets. William was an open book, too easy. It shocked me to learn that he had managed to be engaged to an accomplished woman such as yourself” Y/n tried not to blush at the compliment. “No offense but you two must have nothing to talk about”
“Offended” She stated, gaining courage. It was one thing that her fiancé was a certifiable moron, owing money to mobsters. It was an entirely different thing accusing her of not choosing a partner correctly.
He ignored her comment and kept talking. “So to answer your question: Why you?
Because I decided I wanted you. Simple as that.” He finished his smoke and stood up, walking to the balcony doors, opening them and throwing the butt of the cigarette into the night. As he did this, Y/n took a moment to open her eyes in pure shock, look around confused and then come back to earth. What was this man talking about?
“Anything else?” He said, turning back to look at her with a bored expression. “I know you might still have many questions, but I do believe it would be best for you to sleep now. It is almost three in the morning” This information didn’t shock her, she knew it must be an ungodly hour. But the fact that he said it made it dawn on her just how tired she was. As if on cue she realized how heavy her body felt, how much she was struggling to keep her eyes open.
She nodded, clouded by thoughts and sleepiness, agreeing with him. He walked over to her and gently prodded her shoulder, inviting her to stand up. She walked, guided once again by his soft hand towards the bed, where she sat down, defeated. It was like her mind was entirely out of the room and in another dimension. He pushed at her shoulder softly until she lay on her back, looking at the ceiling, disoriented. He walked away silently.
She didn’t see him put his mask back on, she didn’t see him close the window, drapes and turn the light off. She didn’t even hear him when he said “Good night, Y/n”. Because as soon as her head hit that pillow, she fell right asleep.
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Her sleep was restless and eventful. Dreams flooded with whispers and anxious thoughts of her current situation. She imagined her life crumbling to pieces, her office and house on fire, her friends and family far away, screaming for her. She even saw William laughing at her misery. At one point she was visited by Taehyung too. In her dream he spoke softly that he was merely doing his job, that she shouldn’t worry, right before he abandoned her in a dark room.
Y/n drifted in and out of sleep, haunted by these images, moving around in an unfairly comfortable bed. After about four hours of suffering she decided to stop trying. She stood up, moved the curtains that filtered the first rays of sunlight and sighed. It felt, for a moment, like she might be on vacation at some wonderful hotel. But alas, she was living a nightmare. Trapped in a mansion of strangers who might or might not soon kill her. A notification from the phone on her bedside snapped her out of the daze the sun had put her in. She walked over to it, grabbed it and read a text message she had received from someone.
The text was from someone named “V”, she frowned. She knew no one of that name. Then she remembered this was the phone Taehyung had given her, not hers. The text read: “If you are awake already, come downstairs and have some coffee”
The lack of sleep kept her from fully realizing someone must have been observing her if they knew she was awake already. In her haze, she merely frowned and replied to the stranger: “Who are you?”
“Have you forgotten me already, woman?” The stranger replied. She had a thought, could it be…
“Taehyung?” She wrote. It was an odd way to talk to her the formalities of the night before.
The door to the room opened, rudely. “Let’s go, the coffee is getting cold” Taehyung stood opening the door with one arm, wearing sweatpants and a loose white t-shirt. He looked incredible, Y/n thought shamelessly. The biggest issue? He was also wearing the most criminally underrated glasses. Underrated, of course, to anyone else. Y/n thought a man in glasses could not get any classier or sexier. He looked so relaxed in comparison to the elegant and pointed suit he had worn the night before. Not to mention his mask was nowhere to be seen.
“Does the word ‘knocking’ or ‘good morning’ mean anything to you?” Y/n complained, he had very rudely barged in, after all.
Taehyung didn’t react with his face at all. His expression remained stoic and calm. He closed his fist and banged it twice against the big door. “That’s two words, by the way”
“What?” She was too sleepy and a bit grumpy at his attitude to understand what he was playing at.
“Good morning, that’s two words” He turned around, leaving the door open as if that was enough instruction for her to follow him.
It was.
Y/n grabbed a long night coat laying on the closest chair. At that moment she realized she was wearing last night’s clothes -a work dress- and it was an awfully chill morning. She followed him quickly, barefoot and a bit annoyed at his commands. “Why is your name in my phone ‘V’?” She asked as she followed him hurriedly, his confident strides, although slower and more relaxed, where taking him to their destination far quicker than her shorter legs allowed.
“That’s what they call me around here. It’s my Bangtan name” He responded without even turning to look at her. “No one calls me Taehyung”
“Why would you tell me your name is Taehyung then?” They had reached a beautiful and big kitchen, the smell of brand new coffee invaded her senses and eased her a bit.
“Because that is my name” He said it as if hers was a dumb question. She decided to give up.
“Do I call you Taehyung or V, then?” She waited by the counter as he grabbed a cup of coffee and placed it in front of her.
“Sugar?” He asked, looking her directly in the eye.
“What?” She looked down at the coffee. “Oh, yes, sugar please”
“You shouldn’t put sugar in your coffee, ruins the taste” Nevertheless he turned and offered her a beautiful porcelain cup of sugar with a spoon, so she could serve herself.
“Why offer it then?” She frowned, putting more sugar than she initially intended out of spite.
“You, by the way…” His slender finger was pointed in her direction. “Should always call me Taehyung, not V”
She tasted the coffee, trying to pretend like it wasn’t too sweet so he would not have the satisfaction of being right. “Okay, Taehyung”
They both stood there for a moment, sipping on the coffee. “Why ‘V’ tho?”
His version of rolling his eyes consisted of sipping on his coffee while looking directly at her, his eyelids slightly closed. “It’s a long story. I’ll tell you about it some other time”
Y/n nodded, interested. Not only by the fact that there was a long story to be told, but the fact that he had said ‘some other time’ as if she would live to see another day.
“This is the weirdest format of kidnapping I have ever experienced” She sat down on a stool by the counter. Taehyung stood in front of her, behind said counter and leaning on another wall.
“Do you really consider this a kidnapping?” He asked, looking completely unbothered in his sweats and glasses. “I think it’s more of an exchange.”
“When an exchange involves a human life I think it becomes trafficking”
“You said kidnapping, not trafficking”
“Tomato, tomatoe”
Another small silence drifted between them as they continued sipping on their coffee.
“Did you sleep well?” She asked, breaking the silence.
He frowned slightly. It was odd seeing any sort of disruptive emotion cross his expression, his calm demeanor always reigned. “Seriously?”
Y/n merely shrugged. “Can’t I ask?”
“You can, but aren’t I supposed to be your kidnapper?” He asked. She rolled her eyes. “You are supposed to cry and scream and try to run away, right? Not ask me how my day is going.”
Her shoulders slumped, defeated. “I told you this is an odd experience for me. Have you ever done this before? Kind of take someone against their will but invite them to a luxurious room and coffee the next morning?”
Taehyung took a last gulp of his cup before setting it down gently on the counter, he shook his head. “No, I have never done this before, actually. Most kidnappings are that: kidnappings. Not as comfortable for the victim or for me. And most people who owe us a debt are six feet under before they can try to muster an excuse.” He walked around the counter until he stood next to her. “But if you don’t like the way things are being handled, we can surely find a more suited position for you” His voice turned ever lower, if possible, as he said that last part. He had the special ability of threatening someone with the classiest attitude, she thought that was equally impressive and terrifying.
“I’m good” She whispered back. “I’m perfectly fine like this”
He nodded. “That’s what I thought”
She looked down at her coffee silently, suddenly awkward. “I slept well, by the way” She nodded at his comment. “Did you?” He asked.
“Not really, no” She spoke, looking back up at him. “As comforting as it is not being treated like a prisoner, this is not exactly my idea of a relaxing night out”
He nodded, observing her carefully. “I wouldn’t expect it to be. Good news is it will be over soon. The message has been sent to your boyfriend, he should reply soon”
“Fiancé” She muttered, half embarrassed that he actually was.
“What was that?” He turned around, he had walked away slightly.
She cleared her throat, removing the coffee softly. “Fiancé” Speaking more clearly this time.
“Right” He dismissed her comment entirely. “I suggest you shower and get ready, we will need to go out later”
She nodded, knowing it was more a command than a kind gesture, and proceeded to walk away. In the moments where Y/n was getting into the shower, brushing her teeth and getting dressed with the impeccable and oddly perfect dresses in her wardrobe, she remembered to text Lila. Her assistant replied almost instantly with a million apologies and worried expressions. Y/n immediately dialed the phone.
“Oh boss! I’m so sorry I left!” Lila exclaimed almost immediately. “I was instructed and I was told you were also instructed it was all very weird are you okay?”
Y/n couldn’t help but laugh softly. “I’m glad you are okay, Lila, I am perfectly fine”
“Yes I’m okay boss. A nice man is staying with me while ‘some matter’ is resolved? I’m not sure, but he’s great” She wasn’t laughing but Y/n could tell Lila was smiling as she said this. “It’s all a bit weird but I feel like I’m safe, you know? I don’t know, I may be crazy”
“It’s all a bit crazy, but don’t worry. Everything will go back to normal soon” Y/n tried to express this as a way to convince Lila, but deep down she was also trying to convince herself.
After the call, and being more reassured that no one was being harmed so far, Y/n finished up getting ready. She didn’t put much effort into her looks, simply chose an elegant dress -not that any of them weren’t elegant- and cleaned her face. Not really in the mood to put on a whole glam to do god knows what. Even the heels she chose where her exact size. She tried to push away the shivers that enveloped her when she slowly realized just how crafted this room was for her tastes and needs. Made her realize just how observed she must have been before this all went down. She gulped.
A soft knock on her door brought her back to reality. “Come in” She spoke.
Taehyung entered the room and walked to stand before her. He was freshly showered and dressed as well, impeccable as always. Hair parted, allowing his clean face to be seen in all its glory, no glasses -she noted, they must be more domestic. “Are you ready?”
“For what, exactly?”
“The exchange” He explained.
She stood up, shrugging. “I suppose”
“Good” He guided them out of the room and out of the house. Halfway to the car - she assumed it would be a car - Y/n realized his face was exposed. She surprised herself by panicking a little and grabbing his elbow to catch his attention. “Taehyung you aren’t wearing your mask”
He looked at her for a beat, analyzing her worry. “It’s fine. It’s only the two highest ranks allowed in this entire premises. I can be myself here”
I can be myself here.
It was such an odd way of phrasing it, she thought. They continued walking and she kept thinking about the double meaning in that. Being himself, not having to wear a mask. Being in sweatpants and glasses. Completely at home and relaxed. Y/n was so immersed in her overthinking she didn’t realize when they reached the helicopter.
Wait - “A helicopter?” She sounded alarmed.
Taehyung merely opened the door for her and waited. She decided not to press any further and got in. He followed her and sat down next to her. Grabbed those enormous headphones people wear in helicopters and handed them to her.
The trip was short. It started to rain on the way over, which did not ease her nerves. At some point - she didn’t know when - Taehyung had placed the mask on. Everything was darkening, the sky, the mood, his mask. Everything was reminding her of her situation and worries. The worst of all came when Taehyung reached into his jacket, took out a gun, and calmly reloaded it. Y/n’s eyes widened and she quickly averted her gaze, as if witnessing something indecent.
The helicopter landed abruptly. The rain was harsh on her. Taehyung removed both of their headphones and looked at her, masked, gun in hand. This was a complete stranger to her. Not that he wasn’t without the mask, but at least without it he felt more approachable, this man had a murderous energy she couldn’t shake.
“Listen to everything we say, don’t speak, don’t move, don’t be afraid, it will be over soon” he grabbed a black cloth and wrapped it softly across her mouth, tying it behind her head. In any other situation Y/n could have enjoyed the warmth of his hands. He quickly covered those with gloves after that. She nodded at his command. Not that her nerves weren’t absolutely evident by now, she had even started to shake a little. “Y/n, it will be over soon, trust me” He insisted, confidently. A kind of calm eased into her before evaporating completely as he opened the door and grabbed her arm, yanking her outside of the helicopter.
The scene was impactful to say the least.
They stood atop a building. A very, very, tall building. In fact, she couldn’t see many more around that challenged their height. The rain was heavy, the sound of the helicopter turning off was loud. But the scariest thing of all was the six masked men that stood before them, about ten meters away. Standing like statues, they imposed a crippling fear on her. She had to fight Taehyung’s strong grip on her arm as he pushed her forward. Small whimpers started to leave her clothed mouth as she approached the tall dark figures.
It was Bangtan. The masks of Bangtan, the six of them, seven with Taehyung, formed the elite group of Bangtan that ruled it all. And they were hear to either send her back to her idiotic fiancé if he paid, or kill her. They all stood in a semi circle, Taehyung placed himself in the middle and placed her right in front of him, tight grip on her wrists behind her back. Her shivers where now uncontrollable.
A second helicopter landed before them, loud like a bomb. Two dark figures struggled to take a third man, whose face was covered by a paper bag. The man screamed and trashed around, begging.
It was fucking William.
The masked men threw him forward, William kneeled before Bangtan and Y/n, who had momentarily forgotten her anxiety to be absolutely angry at the pathetic man before her. The brutes that brought him there removed the paper bag. Just in that moment Y/n felt the cold tip of a gun touch her temple. Her eyes widened.
Taehyung was holding her at gunpoint.
“Y/n!” William screamed. “I’m so sorry, I will fix this, don’t worry!” The brutes held him down, maintaining him a couple of steps away from her, kneeling down. “I never meant for this to happen, believe me!”
“Shut up!” Yelled the brute on his right, hitting the back of Williams head with anger. He must have annoyed them to death.
One of the masked men behind Y/n, one of the elite, stepped forward. Y/n knew without inspecting him closely that he must be the leader. She didn’t know much about Bangtan’s leader, but she knew what he was capable off, and she was in no rush to see it for herself. He had golden accents on his mask, and even golden details on his suit. The only thing that distinguished him from the other six, honestly, besides the imposing atmosphere he generated with his presence was the golden threads that decorated him.
“William” Spoke the leader, standing besides Y/n. “Look at what you have done.”
His voice was deep and bored. William must have pissed them off to no end. The kneeled man merely cried. Y/n contained the urge to roll her eyes. How could she have ever loved him? She felt the weight of her engagement ring on her finger like it burned her.
“Please, master, I will do anything” William stammered. “Please don’t hurt me”
ME? DON'T HURT ME? Had Y/n dreamt it or had he actually said that.
“Oh we don’t plan on hurting you any further. You have reached the limit of our patience” The leader spoke. He turned to her, she gulped. “We will try hurting her this time. Wouldn’t that be nice, William?”
He shook his head. “She has nothing to do with this she’s just an interior designer, seriously!”
Y/n felt like dying right then and there. ‘Just an interior designer’. Is that really what the supposed love of her life thought of her, with a gun to her head his fiancé was ‘just an interior designer’. She felt her entire body deflate and lean back against Taehyung's body. He took that opportunity to put his arm around her waist and press her to him, gun on her temple still there, imprisoning her even more. She couldn’t care less. Her eyes empty and placed on William with disdain. The rain kept falling over them, drenching her in different kinds of despair.
The ‘master’ as William had called him, chuckled. “You really are a piece of shit, William. We thought you might feel that way about your fiancé, that’s why we brought your other toy, too”
Y/n frowned deeply at this. Her eyes traveled to the brute who walked over to the helicopter, grabbing a very big bag and slumping it over his shoulder, he carefully placed it on the floor and opened it to reveal a sleeping girl. Williams' scream pierced the air, making Y/n jump slightly.
“Rose! No! Please! Don’t hurt her, I’ll do anything, take all my money! Please!” William pleaded on his knees for her, fighting against the grip that held him hostage, truly hurt and worried.
Oh. My. God.
The absolute piece of shit was cheating on her. An muffled gasp left her covered mouth. Taehyung removed the cloth from her mouth. She didn’t stop to analyze his gesture because she was immediately screaming. “You absolute piece of shit, William! You fucking disgusting human being! I cannot believe this! You were cheating, buying cocaine and indebted to a fucking mafia, you LOSER!” Her screams reached everyone’s ears, the brutes even stepped back a bit. She could feel her face redden in anger and Taehyung’s grip over her belly tighten, it was getting harder to control her.
William looked at her apologetically, then back at the ‘master’. “You can take her, just don’t hurt Rose, please”
Y/n scoffed again as Taehyung quickly covered her mouth once more. She looked back at him to protest but he didn’t spare her a glance as he pushed her back against him, gun to the neck this time.
“Why you think you are in a position to make any demands is beyond me” Said the master, no longer amused. He lifted his hand dismissively and the brutes started beating the living hell out of William. For a moment Y/n wished she could help out and hand him a good kick in the nuts, but as it turned out the violence made her a bit sick, so she turned her head away, disgusted, when blood started flying from his face in unnatural ways. Y/n’s breathing was heavy, her anger and sadness knew no bounds. The future was uncertain. Everything was wrong.
Looking at the poor girl laying on the ground, Y/n hoped she was only unconscious. Even if she was the one William cheated on her with, she knew nothing of her to assume she wasn’t in a similar position and knew nothing of the entire ordeal. What Y/n did realize is that Bangtan knew all along William was cheating on her, which only fueled her anger and the sensation of being used by everyone around her.
When the brutes stepped back from William, he was a pathetic ball on the ground. The master crouched down and handed him a phone. “You are gonna take this, go to the nearest bank and explain to them you need to get daddy’s 2 million and transfer them to this account. Is that clear?”
William weakly nodded. The brutes took him back to the helicopter, which flew away quickly. “Take that girl to the nearest hospital and drop her off” He pointed at Rose. Two masked man grabbed her and walked away into a door that, I assumed, led to the building. Taehyung let go of me completely. I stood still, completely stunned by everything.
They waited under the rain for what felt like too long, but perhaps was only a few minutes, until the master spoke. “He transferred the money, let’s go”
“I’m gonna stay with her for a bit, master” Said Taehyung, although Y/n didn’t listen, she hadn’t really heard anything for a while.
The master tapped Taehyung on the shoulder twice and nodded, the three remaining masked men and the master left through the same stairs Rose had been taken. Leaving her and Taehyung alone in the helipad.
He walked until he stood in front of her. “I’m sorry.”
She lifted her gaze, surprised. “What for? Kidnapping me, using me, pointing a gun at me or manipulating me to extort him?” She sniffed, she had been crying for a while. “Which one is it, V?”
She used the name with disdain. To emphasize just how disguised she was by the whole situation.
“All of it” He explained. “Keeping you in the dark was the only way to ensure we had a genuine reaction out of him. We didn’t know if he would accept you or Rose as a worse threat”
She scoffed. “You knew who he was and what he was doing to me and yet you decided ‘hey! Let’s embarrass her and threaten her in front of everyone!’ Sounds like a bitching plan!” She screamed the last part, crazy expression on her face. He remained calm.
“I really am sorry you were involved in any of this. I wanted you to see for yourself what kind of man he was, and I wanted him to pay. This way we got both”
Y/n thought about it for a second. Even is his means where absolute batshit crazy, Taehyung wasn’t the most evil person there at all. William had manipulated her, cheated on her and used her like an idiot. And she had fallen for it. She looked at her hand, took the engagement ring of her finger and looked at it closely.
“I can feed that to him if you want. It’s not gonna go down nicely” He whispered. Y/n found it amusing and laughed. In the entire crazy situation she could not believe he was capable of making her smile. She simply sighed and turned around, walking closer to the edge where she threw the ring as far as she could possibly muster. Then she turned around and looked at Taehyung like a hunter searching for his pray.
“He will pay” She said, walking closer to him. “I’m going to make him pay for this.”
Genre: Fluffy + Suggestive (Light Smut/NSFW vibes in some parts)
Word count: Around 5k words per member (yes… I went Crazy)
Warnings: Light possessiveness, teasing, kissing, reader being jealous, some spicy tension, playful banter, a little angst here and there, dominant/teasing boys, and LOTS of love 🖤
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Author’s Note:
This is my personal interpretation of each member’s personality and how they would react!
Also: If you don’t like fluff, jealousy tropes, or suggestive moments… maybe skip this one 🫶
💌 My requests are open!
If you want me to write for your bias (or ANY other idol/character/whatever) just send me an ask!!
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Warnings: Jealousy, sweet teasing, intense eye contact, shy smiles, clinginess, slow builds, desperate kisses, and Jimin being pure charm and control
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Jimin with a Jealous Girlfriend
He immediately notices when you’re feeling defensive.
He probably knows what you ate for breakfast just by looking at you
If you drop a subtle shade or get pouty, he turns into your personal guardian angel.
— "Hey, what’s wrong? Are you okay?"
— "Don’t be like that, babe... you know I only have eyes for you."
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When someone gets a little too close…
He stiffens but tries to play it cool.
Inside?
Totally jealous, obviously.
He won’t take his eyes off you.
— "You know you’re the only one, right? No one else matters."
And if you catch him?
He gives you that shy smile, cheeks turning pink.
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If you start teasing him back, throwing shade…
He tries to be sweet but ends up a little cheeky.
— "Oh yeah? You wanna fight?"
— "If we’re gonna fight, it better be after a kiss."
Then he pulls you close and steals an unexpected kiss.
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When you’re alone together…
He hugs you tight, like he’s protecting you from the world.
— "I’ll never let anyone hurt you, okay?"
— "You’re mine, just mine."
He runs his fingers through your hair, wrapping you up, whispering sweet things.
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In intimate moments…
Jimin is gentle but intense.
He keeps eye contact like he wants to say everything without words.
Slow, deep kisses, hands exploring every curve.
He makes you feel safe, wanted, and loved all at once.
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If you’re upset or mad…
He tries everything to make you smile again.
His touches linger longer, kisses get more urgent.
— "I just want you to feel good with me… no jealousy, just love."
When you finally give in, he pulls you into a tight hug.
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After everything…
He showers you with compliments, telling you how beautiful and special you are.
— "I’m never letting you go, you know that?"
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Warnings: Jealousy, teasing, intense eye contact, playful smirks, deep touches, possessive moments, sensual vibes, and that trademark Tae charm
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Taehyung with a Jealous Girlfriend
He notices right away when you’re jealous.
Tae’s got those sharp eyes, and he reads your expressions like a book.
When you get quiet or give someone a glare, he’s instantly curious but also a little smug.
— "Someone’s jealous, huh? You don’t have to hide it from me."
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When someone tries to get too close…
He steps in subtly but with that low-key possessive vibe only Tae can pull off.
He’s all about making sure you know he’s yours without a single word sometimes.
— "Hey, back off… she’s mine." (said with a smirk)
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If you tease him back…
Oh, he LOVES that game.
He’ll match your shade with his own, flashing those dimples and that mischievous grin.
— "You think you can make me jealous? Try harder."
And he’ll probably steal a slow, teasing kiss that leaves you breathless.
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When you’re alone…
He gets super close, whispering in your ear and making sure you feel every bit of his attention.
— "I don’t like sharing you… you’re all I want."
His hands will roam carefully but confidently, making you shiver with just a touch.
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In private moments…
Tae’s all about intensity mixed with softness.
He’ll look into your eyes like he’s memorizing you, tracing your features with his fingertips.
Slow kisses that deepen, breaths mingling, and hands exploring every curve.
He knows exactly how to make you feel desired and cherished.
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If you’re upset or jealous…
He turns on the charm full force.
Playful teasing mixed with serious whispers.
— "Don’t be mad, baby… I only want you."
When you finally melt, he’ll pull you in tight and hold you close for as long as you need.
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After everything…
Tae is all about the long, lingering touches and sweet words.
— "You’re mine. And I’m yours. Forever."
He’ll fall asleep next to you with a soft smile, his hand never leaving yours.
He falls asleep holding your hand, a goofy smile on his face.
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Warnings: Jealousy, submissive behavior, intense eye contact, shy smiles, clinginess, desperate pleas, teasing from reader, worship vibes, deep kisses, and vulnerable moments
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Jungkook with a Jealous Girlfriend
He’s shy at first, but the jealousy makes him so eager to please you.
Jungkook notices when you’re upset or giving side-eyes to someone.
Instead of getting defensive, he looks at you with those big, soft eyes, silently asking what he can do to fix it.
— "Did I do something wrong? Please don’t be mad..."
He’s all about reading your mood and adjusting himself to make you happy.
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When you get jealous of someone else...
He’s nervous but also kinda turned on by your possessiveness.
He won’t say much at first, but his eyes will stay glued on you, wide and attentive, almost like a puppy waiting for your command.
— "I’m yours... I swear. Please don’t look at anyone else."
If you catch his gaze, he blushes hard and quickly looks away, biting his lip.
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If you tease him or playfully dominate…
Oh, he absolutely melts.
He loves it when you take control, tell him what to do, and call him pet names.
— "Yes, please... tell me what you want, I’ll do anything for you."
He’ll crawl closer, begging softly with a mix of desperation and adoration.
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When you’re alone…
Jungkook becomes the sweetest, most devoted sub.
He’ll follow your lead without hesitation, hanging on your every word and touch.
— "I just want to make you happy... I’m yours to command."
He loves when you run your hands through his hair or hold his face, and he drinks in your affection like it’s air.
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In intimate moments…
Jungkook is vulnerable but fiery.
He craves your approval, desperate for you to show how much you want him.
Slow, needy kisses that turn urgent as he tries to keep himself under control.
He loves when you whisper dirty things in his ear, making him shiver and gasp.
— "Please... don’t stop. I’m yours."
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If you’re mad or jealous…
He’s terrified but wants to make it right so badly.
He’ll come close and softly apologize, his voice barely above a whisper.
— "I’m sorry... please don’t be mad. I love only you."
He’ll be extra clingy, holding your hands, rubbing small circles on your skin, and pressing gentle kisses everywhere.
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Aftercare:
Jungkook’s the king of gentle aftercare.
He’ll cuddle you close, brushing your hair away from your face, whispering how much you mean to him.
— "Thank you for being mine... I love you so much."
He never wants to let go, even when you both fall asleep wrapped in each other’s arms.
Kim Taehyung is a cocktail of everything you're addicted to—gasoline, expensive cologne, and the terrifying promise of a slow ruin. He treats you like ownership and ignores you like punishment, cutting off your supply just to watch you go through withdrawal. But when the neon lights of the city call your name, the predator pulls the leash, dragging you straight into a crossfire of blood, broken boundaries, and a dark confession that changes everything. If you play with fire, you have to be prepared to burn.
˚ ₊ ‧ ⏤ pairings: dealer!taehyung x reader (F)
˚ ₊ ‧ ⏤ tags + warnings: toxic relationship dynamics, morally gray taehyung, obsessive behavior, possessiveness, emotional manipulation, deep angst, desperate yearning, baddie/city au vibes, praise + degradation themes, dangerous jealousy, cigarettes/alcohol/joints, massive arguments, high-stakes plot, protective taehyung, intense confessions of love, dynamic shifts, rough affection, controlling tendencies, late-night rendezvous, reader is emotionally vulnerable, taehyung is emotionally unavailable until he completely breaks down, "touch her and die" energy, violent themes, weapons/gunfire, highly explicit themes, explicit content, heavy smut, final chapter/complete story.
˚ ₊ ‧ ⏤ word count:
* Chapter 1 (The First Hit): 1.5k
* Chapter 2 (The Withdrawal & The Mirage): 1.9k
* Chapter 3 (The Downfall & The Conflagration): 14.5k
Total Series Word Count: 17.9k
˚ ₊ ‧ ⏤ note: this one is pretty lengthy because it’s the final part 🥲🥲 i actually really like this part, enjoyyyy <33
The Mercedes-Benz didn't just devour the asphalt; it tore through the rain-slicked gut of the city like a predatory apex creature cutting through a dying reef.
Inside the cabin, the atmosphere wasn't merely quiet—it was pressurized, the air thick with the heavy, chemical tang of high-octane fuel, wet wool, and the dark, suffocating spice of Kim Taehyung’s cologne. The pink strobe lights of The Mirage had barely faded from your retinas, replaced now by the erratic, rhythmic slashes of sodium streetlamps cutting through the windshield. Every flash of yellow light illuminated his profile: the sharp, unyielding ridge of his jawline, the wet black curls of his hair plastered against his temple, and the absolute, terrifying stillness of his eyes.
He didn't look at you. His hands, still encased in the sleek black leather gloves, gripped the steering wheel at a perfect ten-and-two, the leather of his palms groaning against the steering column as he navigated the slick, midnight turns of the industrial district.
On your lap, the silver rhinestone tassels of your pink halter dress trembled. The sound they made was a tiny, metallic shiver—a frantic contrast to the low, steady rumble of the V8 engine beneath your feet. The translucent mesh across your midriff felt thin as cigarette paper against the air conditioning he had turned down to an icy frost, a deliberate attempt to freeze the defiance right out of your blood.
"You're driving too fast," you said, your voice cracking slightly before you could catch it, the sharp edge of the champagne you’d downed at the VIP table still burning the back of your throat.
Taehyung didn't blink. His foot pressed harder into the accelerator. The Mercedes let out a guttural, mechanical roar, the digital speedometer on the dashboard climbing past eighty, then ninety, the concrete barriers of the overpass blurring into a solid gray wall.
"Taehyung." You reached out, your manicured fingers catching the heavy wool of his sleeve. "Stop it. You're going to get us killed."
"Then we'll die," he muttered, his voice so low and raspy it sounded like it had been dragged through gravel. It was the first time he had spoken since he pulled you out of the club, and the sheer apathy in his tone made your chest tighten until it hurt. "At least then I wouldn't have to look at you sitting there looking like a target for every bastard with a pulse and a pocket full of hundreds."
"A target?" You let out a sharp, hysterical laugh, pulling your hand back and tucking your knees against your chest, the short hem of the pink dress sliding dangerously high. "I was having a drink. I was sitting in a public space, minding my own business, because my so-called partner decided to vanish into thin air for six fucking days! You don't get to ghost me, Taehyung. You don't get to lock me in an attic like a antique you only want to polish when you're bored."
The car swerved violently to the right, the tires screeching against the wet blacktop as he ripped the wheel into an abandoned industrial lot beneath the shadow of the rusted shipping cranes. He slammed on the brakes.
The momentum threw you forward against the seatbelt, the crystal teardrop earrings swinging wildly against your neck. Before your head could clear, the engine was cut, the sudden silence of the desolate lot crashing over the cabin like a tidal wave.
Taehyung unbuckled his seatbelt in one swift, violent motion. He turned in his seat, his massive frame completely eclipsing the dashboard light, casting you into total shadow.
"An antique?" he growled, his gloved hand coming out of the dark to catch the back of your neck. His fingers didn't choke you, but the grip was absolute, his thumb digging into the soft flesh right beneath your ear, forcing you to tilt your head up to meet his gaze. His eyes were entirely black, the pupils blown out until the iris was gone, leaving only an unhinged, obsessive void. "You think I leave you because I'm bored? You think I stay away because you're some secondary option I remember when the sun goes down?"
"Then tell me why!" you screamed back, the tears you’d been holding back for six days finally spilling over, hot and angry, tracks of mascara ruining the elaborate makeup you’d spent hours perfecting. "Tell me why you treat me like a secret you're ashamed of! You drag me into your car, you take whatever you want from my body, you leave me crying on a fire escape, and then you don't even have the decency to text me to make sure I didn't jump off the fucking roof!"
"Because if I don't stay away from you, I'll destroy you!"
His roar shook the interior of the car. The raw, guttural agony in his voice caught in your throat, freezing the next insult before it could leave your lips.
Taehyung’s jaw was trembling, his white teeth bared as his breath came in ragged, shallow gasps against your face. The scent of premium tobacco and cold rain rolled off him in suffocating waves. His gloved hand moved from your neck to your shoulder, his fingers bunching into the delicate silver beadwork of your halter, the metal components biting into his palms.
"You don't understand what I am," he whispered, his voice cracking, dropping into a desperate, broken register you had never heard from him before. "You look at me and you see this... this ghost who comes and goes, who plays these games with your head. You think it's a game? You think I'm sitting in some high-rise laughing while you lose your mind?"
He pulled off his left leather glove with his teeth, spitting it onto the console between you. He thrust his bare hand against your chest, right over your heart, his heavy gold rings cold against the bare skin above your sheer mesh bodice.
"Every hour I'm not near you feels like a physical withdrawal," he rasped, his eyes darting frantically across your face, mapping every tear, every smudge of lip gloss. "My hands shake. I can't think. I sit in meetings with people who want to put a bullet through my skull, and all I can see is the way your thighs looked wrapped around my waist against that fucking wall. I am losing my mind over you, little bird. I am rotting from the inside out because the second I take a bite of you, I want the whole damn thing, and the whole damn thing means I bring you down into the dirt with me."
You stared at him, your heart hammering violently against his palm. The sheer weight of his confession—the terrifying, toxic magnitude of it—left you breathless. "Taehyung..."
"No," he cut you off, his bare hand sliding up to grip your chin, his thumb rubbing roughly over your lower lip, wiping away the remnants of your lipstick until your skin felt raw. "Don't say my name like that. Don't look at me like you pity me. You wanted to play with fire? You wanted to see what happens when the smoke clears? This is it. Look at me. I'm a monster who wants to lock you in a room and never let another living soul look at your face again. That dress... this fucking pink piece of nothing..."
His fingers hooked into the top of the halter, the silver beads groaning under the tension. "I wanted to kill that man the second his shadow touched your shoulder. I wanted to paint the floor of that VIP lounge with his blood just because he had the audacity to breathe the same air as you. Is that what you want? You want a man who’s one bad day away from an electric chair because of how much he needs you?"
"Yes," you sobbed out, reaching up to cover his bare hand with both of yours, your fingers intertwining with his heavy gold rings. "Yes, god damn it, if it means you're real with me! I don't care about the dark, Taehyung. I'm already in it with you. Just stop leaving me there alone."
He let out a long, shuddering breath, his forehead dropping down to rest against yours. The cold metal of his layered gold chains pressed against your collarbone, a heavy, luxurious weight that felt like an anchor.
"You're an idiot," he murmured against your lips, his voice sleepy, dark, and utterly defeated. "A beautiful, reckless little idiot. I’m going to ruin your life."
"You already have," you whispered.
Before he could respond, the console between you crackled to life. A dark, heavy-set radio unit hidden beneath the dashboard emitted a sharp burst of static, followed by a voice that made Taehyung’s entire body go rigid as iron.
"V. We’ve got a problem at the docks. The shipment from the north—it’s been intercepted. And your little bird’s name? It’s on the manifest they found in the office. You need to get here now. They’re looking for her."
The industrial harbor of the city at 2:30 a.m. looked like the skeletal remains of an iron giant. Massive rusty cranes loomed over the black water of the river, their silhouettes cutting into the low-hanging cloud cover like jagged teeth. Rain fell in sheets now, a relentless, icy deluge that washed the salt and oil off the concrete piers.
The Mercedes didn't pull up to the main gates. Taehyung drove through a rusted chain-link fence he’d cut through months ago, parking the car deep within the shadow of a stack of abandoned shipping containers.
"Stay here," he said. The vulnerability from twenty minutes ago was gone, locked away beneath that same icy, impenetrable mask he wore like armor. He reached into the glove compartment, pulling out a heavy, matte-black semi-automatic pistol. He checked the magazine with a practiced, sickeningly casual click before tucking it into the inner pocket of his structured black jacket. "Lock the doors. If anyone who isn't me tries to touch that handle, you hit the gas and you don't stop until you find a precinct. Do you hear me?"
"Taehyung, what do you mean my name is on a manifest?" you asked, your voice shaking as you clutched the oversized crystal earrings to keep them from rattling. "I've never been to the docks. I don't know anything about your shipments!"
He paused, his hand on the door handle. For a fraction of a second, his eyes softened, a glimpse of the bleeding, desperate man from the industrial lot peeking through the cracks. "I know you don't. Someone’s using you to get to me. They think you're my weakness." He let out a low, dangerous hiss through his teeth. "They're right. But they're about to find out what happens when you touch the only thing I care about keeping clean."
He stepped out into the downpour, slamming the door behind him.
Through the blurred, rain-streaked window, you watched him walk toward the primary warehouse—a massive, corrugated steel structure with yellow floodlights flickering against the fog. His long, black-clad frame seemed to swallow the light around him, his leather-gloved hands tucked into his pockets, the gold jewelry at his wrists glinting like warnings.
Ten minutes passed. Then twenty.
The silence inside the car became an entity, suffocating and thick. Your skin was goose-pimpled, the sheer mesh of your dress offering no protection against the chill seeping through the glass. You could hear the distant, muffled sound of shouting over the roar of the rain, followed by the sharp, unmistakable crack of metal hitting concrete.
You couldn't stay there. The thought of him walking into a trap because of you—because someone had written your name on a piece of paper to draw him out—made your stomach violently heave.
You unlatched the door. The freezing air hit your bare chest like a physical strike, the rain instantly ruining the silk-like texture of your pink dress, the silver rhinestone tassels instantly growing heavy and sodden as they dragged against your bare knees. You scrambled across the wet pavement, keeping low, using the giant iron pillars of the cranes for cover as you made your way toward the side entrance of the warehouse.
The smell inside was different from the club or the car. It smelled of old wood, wet hemp ropes, diesel fuel, and the heavy, metallic scent of dried blood.
You slipped through a rusted fire door, finding yourself on an iron catwalk overlooking the main floor. The space below was cavernous, lit by a single, high-intensity halogen bulb hanging from a frayed wire that swung lazily in the draft, casting long, monstrous shadows across the floor.
There were five men down there. Four of them were dressed in the tactical, utilitarian gear of the river syndicate—rough men with broken noses and scarred knuckles, holding iron pipes and heavy-caliber revolvers.
And then there was Taehyung.
He was standing in the center of the circle, his high-collar jacket unbuttoned just enough to reveal the gold chains against his throat. His black hair was dripping wet, the water running down his face in steady streams, making him look like an ancient, vengeful deity carved from marble. He wasn't holding his gun. It was tucked away. He was holding something else—a heavy, iron crowbar he’d taken from a crate, his bare knuckles white around the grip.
"I'll ask you one more time, Min-ho," Taehyung said, his voice a low, rhythmic purr that echoed off the corrugated walls like thunder before a storm. He didn't sound angry; he sounded bored, and that was the most terrifying part. "Who gave you her name?"
A large, burly man with a shaved head and a deep scar running from his ear to his collarbone spat a mouthful of blood onto Taehyung’s polished leather boots. "The girl’s a liability, V. The Boss said she’s got you soft. Six days you didn't show up to the drops because you were too busy watching her apartment building from the shadows like a fucking dog. You think we don't notice when our best collector goes ghost over some club trash?"
Club trash.
The words stung, but the revelation that followed made your breath completely stop. Six days you didn't show up... because you were too busy watching her apartment. He hadn't been avoiding you because he was finished with you. He had been standing in the rain, guarding your door from the very monsters he worked with.
Taehyung didn't blink at the insult. He simply looked down at his boot, sighed, and then his entire body exploded into motion.
It was too fast for your eyes to track. In one fluid, terrifying arc, the iron crowbar swung through the air, catching Min-ho against the side of his knee with a sickening crack. The man screamed, a raw, animal sound as his leg buckled beneath him, sending him crashing to the concrete.
The other three men moved to draw their weapons, but Taehyung was already among them like smoke. He dropped the crowbar, his bare hands moving with a brutal, military precision. He caught the first man by the throat, his heavy gold rings tearing into the skin as he slammed the man's head into the side of a wooden crate with enough force to splinter the pine.
The second man managed to raise a revolver, but Taehyung didn't flinch. He stepped into the line of fire, his left hand coming down on the man's wrist, twisting it until the bones popped like dry twigs. The gun clattered to the floor. Taehyung didn't stop—he brought his elbow up under the man's chin, a crunching blow that lifted the man off his feet before he collapsed into the grease-stained dirt.
The final man backed away, his hands raised, his face pale as ash under the yellow halogen light. "V, stop—stop, man! We were just following orders! The Boss wanted to see if you’d turn on the family for her!"
Taehyung stopped. His chest was heaving, his mouth slightly open as his breath came in white plumes in the freezing air. He looked around at the broken bodies on the floor, his eyes completely devoid of humanity. He walked over to the man with the broken wrist, who was groaning on the floor, and stepped heavily onto his chest, his leather boot compressing the man's ribs until he gasped for air.
"Listen to me very carefully," Taehyung whispered, leaning down until his face was inches from the man's terrified eyes. The layered gold chains around his neck swung forward, clicking together in the silence. "You go back to the Boss. You tell him that if my name or her name appears on another piece of paper, if one of your low-life scouts even looks toward her street, I won't just stop collecting for him. I will systematically hunt down every single person who shares his last name, and I will feed them to the river pieces at a time. Do you understand?"
The man nodded frantically, blood leaking from his nose.
"Good," Taehyung muttered. He stepped off the man's chest, turning his back on the carnage as if it were nothing more than a messy desk he’d finished cleaning.
That was when you saw it.
Min-ho, the man with the shattered knee, had managed to crawl toward the dropped revolver. His trembling, bloody hand was wrapping around the grip, his eyes fixed on Taehyung’s unprotected back.
"Taehyung!" you screamed from the catwalk, your voice tearing through the rafters. "Behind you!"
Min-ho’s head snapped up toward the sound of your voice, his eyes widening as he recognized the pink dress, the glittering rhinestones catching the high-intensity light. "There's the little bitch—"
He never finished the sentence.
Taehyung didn't even look back. His hand moved to his inner pocket with a speed that defied physics. The matte-black semi-automatic cleared his coat, pointed over his shoulder, and fired twice.
The sound inside the enclosed warehouse was deafening—a pair of thunderclaps that rattled the iron catwalk beneath your feet. Min-ho’s body jerked backward, two dark spots appearing in the center of his chest before his eyes rolled back and he lay completely still on the concrete.
The echo of the gunshots died down, replaced once again by the steady, rhythmic drumming of the rain against the roof.
Taehyung slowly lowered the gun. He didn't look at the dead man. He turned around slowly, his head tilting back as his dark, unhinged eyes found you standing on the catwalk, soaked to the skin, your pink halter dress ruined, your body shaking so hard your teeth were chattering.
The expression on his face wasn't anger. It was a profound, devastating despair.
"I told you to stay in the car," he whispered, his voice carrying perfectly through the empty space. "I told you to stay away from the dark."
The apartment was freezing when you returned.
Taehyung hadn't said a single word during the drive back. The silence this time wasn't pressurized; it was heavy with the finality of a gavel striking wood. He had carried you up the metal fire escape in his arms, your soaked, heavy dress dripping water onto his wool coat, your head buried in the crook of his neck because you couldn't bear to look at the blood that had splattered across his silver bracelets.
Now, you stood in the center of your small living room. The yellow light of the hallway cast long shadows across the hardwood floor.
Taehyung stood by the door, his back against the wood, his hands shoved deep into his pockets. He hadn't taken off his coat. He hadn't taken off his boots. He looked like an intruder in your space—a dangerous, volatile element that didn't belong among your books, your plants, your soft blankets.
"Take it off," he said suddenly, his voice dropping to that sleepy, authoritative register.
You blinked, wiping a dry tear from your cheek. "What?"
"The dress," he murmured, his eyes fixed on the silver beadwork that was now tangled and dull from the river water. "Take it off. It smells like them. It smells like that warehouse. I can't look at it anymore."
Your hands shook as you reached behind your neck, fumbling with the wet silk ribbons of the halter. The knot was tight, swollen from the rain. You let out a frustrated, sob-choked sound as your fingers slipped, your nails scratching your own skin.
"Let me," he growled softly, crossing the room in two heavy strides.
His large hands came down over yours, his touch surprisingly gentle given the violence they had enacted less than an hour ago. He didn't rip the fabric this time. He carefully worked the knot loose, his cold fingers brushing against the bare skin of your nape, sending a violent shiver down your spine.
As the silk gave way, the dress slid down your body, pooling at your feet in a wet, glittering circle of pink and silver. You stood before him in nothing but your translucent black underwear, your skin pale and goose-pimpled in the dim lighting.
Taehyung didn't move to touch you further. He stepped back, his eyes dragging down your body with a slow, agonizing reverence that felt heavier than any hand on your hips. He looked at the curve of your waist, the slight tremor in your thighs, the way your chest heaved with every breath.
"You're beautiful," he whispered, the words sounding like a curse on his lips. "So fucking beautiful it makes me want to tear my own skin off."
He walked over to your small sofa, throwing his heavy, wet wool coat onto the floor before dropping into the cushions. He leaned his head back against the wall, his eyes closing as he let out a long, ragged sigh. The high-collar jacket was gone, leaving him in a thin, black silk shirt that clung to the broad planes of his chest, the layered gold chains resting against his collarbone like a glittering noose.
You walked over to him slowly, your bare feet silent on the wood. You didn't sit next to him; you climbed onto his lap, straddling his thighs just as you had done in the Mercedes three days ago. The fabric of his trousers was rough against your bare skin, his immediate, rigid heat burning through the barrier between you.
Taehyung’s eyes snapped open, his large hands automatically coming up to lock around your waist, his grip bruisingly tight as if he were afraid you’d vanish if he loosened his fingers.
"Why did you watch my building?" you whispered, your hands reaching up to frame his face, your thumbs wiping away the dried rain from his sharp cheekbones. "Mina said she saw you at a club looking like you wanted to kill someone. You were protecting me."
Taehyung’s jaw clenched, his eyes veering away from yours, looking out at the rain-lashed window. "I told you. You're a disease."
"Stop lying to me!" you cried out, your fingers digging into his hair, forcing his head back until he had to look at you. "You just killed a man in front of me, Taehyung! You threatened to butcher an entire family for me! Don't you dare sit there and tell me I'm just a toy you're bored with!"
A sudden, violent tremor shook his entire frame. His eyes flared with a raw, bleeding emotion that made your breath hitch—an outpouring of everything he had spent months trying to drown in premium tobacco and cold indifference.
"Because I love you, you fucking idiot!"
The words tore out of his throat like a confession under torture.
Taehyung’s grip on your waist tightened until it genuinely hurt, his fingers digging into the soft flesh above your hips as he pulled you down flat against his chest. His face buried itself into the crook of your neck, his lips pressing frantically against your pulse point, his hot breath scalding your skin.
"I love you so much it makes me sick," he rasped, his voice breaking completely, a low, muffled sob vibrating against your collarbone. "I've loved you since the first night you walked into that back alley looking for a fix. I saw those eyes—those soft, innocent eyes—and I knew right then I was going to ruin you. A man like me... a man who has blood under his fingernails every Tuesday... I don't get to have things like you. I don't get to come home to a clean apartment and hold someone without wondering if a sniper’s got a crosshair on the back of my head."
You felt a hot, wet drop hit your shoulder. Kim Taehyung—the icy, unhinged collector of the river syndicate—was crying against your skin.
"I treated you like shit because I wanted you to hate me," he whispered, his hands sliding up your back, his long fingers bunching into your hair, holding you to him like a lifeline. "I thought if I was cruel enough, if I left you on that fire escape, if I didn't text you for a week, you’d realize what a monster I am and you’d run away. You’d find some nice, normal guy who takes you to dinners and doesn't carry a gun in his jacket. But then I see you in that club... looking like a god damn angel in that pink dress... and some bastard’s reaching for you... and my chest just... it exploded."
He pulled back just enough to look at you, his face wet with tears, his dark eyes wide and terrifyingly vulnerable.
"I can't let you go," he said, his voice dropping to a sleepy, absolute whisper that felt like a blood covenant. "I tried for six days, and I almost killed three people just to keep my hands from driving back here. If you stay with me tonight... if you let me inside you after what you saw in that warehouse... there's no going back. I'll lock the gates myself. I will own every single part of you, and I will kill anyone who tries to take you away from me. Tell me to leave, little bird. Please. Tell me to leave before I burn us both to ash."
You looked at him—at the blood on his silver bracelets, the tears on his marble cheeks, the terrifying, obsessive love radiating from his dark soul.
And you smiled.
"Burn me," you whispered.
The urgency that followed wasn't the violent, panicked desperation of the rain-slicked hallway from days ago. This was a slow, deliberate demolition—a systematic claiming of every inch of skin you had offered up to his flame.
Taehyung didn't speak. The sleepy, dark smirk finally returned to his lips, but it was softer now, heavy with the absolute certainty of your submission. He reached up, his large hands catching the sides of your face, and brought his mouth down onto yours.
The kiss tasted of salt, rainwater, and the intoxicating, familiar bite of his tobacco. It was deep, agonizingly slow, his tongue dominating yours with a rhythmic, heavy pressure that made your head spin. His thumbs stroked your jawline, his heavy gold rings cold against your burning skin, grounding you as his hips gave a slow, upward grind against your center.
You let out a soft whine against his lips, your hands tearing at the buttons of his black silk shirt. You wanted him bare. You wanted to feel the heat of his chest against your skin without the barrier of his expensive armor. The buttons popped under your frantic fingers, rolling across the hardwood floor like tiny black pearls.
When the shirt fell away, his body was spectacular—a landscape of lean, hard muscle, marred here and there by old silver scars that only made him look more like a beautiful, broken weapon. The layered gold chains hung heavy against his collarbone, catching the dim yellow light of the hallway.
Taehyung caught your wrists in one hand, his grip like an iron cuff, lifting your arms above your head and pinning them against the back of the sofa. With his free hand, he reached down, his long fingers sliding beneath the elastic of your black underwear.
"Let's see how ready you are for your monster," he murmured against your ear, his breath vibrating against your lobe.
He slid two fingers inside you. You let out a loud, shattered gasp, your back arching off his lap as his calloused fingers found you already completely soaked, your internal walls clenching around him instantly. He let out a low, satisfied grunt, his fingers working you with a brutal, perfectly calculated rhythm, his thumb finding your clit and pressing down with a cruel, beautiful pressure.
"So wet," he growled, his voice dropping into that gravelly, register that always made your knees turn to water. "You were sitting at that table, letting that trash look at you, and you were already dripping for me, weren't you?"
"Yes," you sobbed out, your head rolling back against the cushions. "Taehyung, please... no more games... I want you."
"You have me," he whispered, pulling his fingers out with a wet, agonizing slowness. "You've always had me."
He unbuckled his belt, the heavy gold buckle clinking loudly against the floor. He freed himself from his trousers—fully erect, thick, and throbbing, the dark veins along his length rigid with the six days of denial he had forced upon himself. He didn't use protection this time. The boundary had been obliterated the second his name was written next to yours on that manifest.
He caught your thighs, lifting them over his broad shoulders, opening you up completely to his gaze. He stared down at your pulsing, wet entrance, his eyes pitch-black with a hunger that felt ancient.
"Look at me," he commanded.
You forced your heavy eyelids open, your vision blurred with tears of pleasure as you looked down at him.
Taehyung guided the thick tip of his length to your opening, paused for one agonizing, torturous second, and then drove himself inside you in one slow, unyielding thrust.
The sensation was so intense it felt like a physical tearing of your soul. A loud, high-pitched scream escaped your lips, your fingers digging into the leather of the sofa as he filled you to the absolute limit, his massive girth stretching your walls until you felt like you were going to break around him. He went deep—so deep his pelvic bone slammed against yours with a heavy, fleshy thud that rattled your teeth.
"Fuck," Taehyung groaned, his eyes closing as his head fell onto your shoulder. His entire body was shuddering, the muscles in his back bunching into hard knots as your tight, hot walls clamped around him like a vice. "You're so tight... it's like a trap... you're trapping me inside you, little bird."
He began to move.
The rhythm wasn't fast, but the depth was punishing. He pulled back until only the tip of his length remained inside your heat, letting you cold-withdraw for a fraction of a second, before driving back in with a heavy, deliberate force that hit your G-spot with every single stroke. The layered gold chains around his neck swung forward with every thrust, the cold metal brushing against your bare breasts, a sensory overload that had you crying out his name like a prayer.
"Tell me who owns this," he rasped, his hands coming up to lock around your throat, his thumb pressing gently against your trachea—not enough to stop your breath, but enough to make you feel the absolute lethality of his possession. "Tell me whose name is written inside your skin."
"Yours," you screamed out, your hips rising instinctively to meet his downward strokes, your internal muscles clenching around him in frantic, irregular spasms. "Kim Taehyung... I'm yours... please, don't stop..."
"Never," he whispered, his eyes opening, wild and unhinged as he picked up the pace.
The slow demolition turned into a frantic, chaotic storm. His thrusts became fast, shallow, and violent, his leather boots digging into the floor for leverage as he slammed himself into you with a wet, rhythmic slap that filled the quiet apartment. The friction was unbearable—a beautiful, white-hot torture that was driving you closer and closer to the edge of a cliff.
Your vision began to fail, replaced by brilliant starbursts of pink and gold light that mirrored the dress you had discarded on the floor.
"Taehyung—I'm going to—"
"Come for me," he growled, his jaw tightening until the bone looked like it would snap, his hands shifting from your throat to your hips, pinning your pelvic bone against his with a terrifying strength. "Hold onto me and break."
Your orgasm hit with the force of a detonated charge. Your internal walls locked onto his length in a violent, crushing sequence of contractions that had you sobbing into the dark.
The sensation was the final match to his fuse. Taehyung let out a raw, animalistic roar that didn't sound human—a guttural release of six days of hunger, six days of fear, and the blood he had spilled to keep you clean. His head snapped back, the veins in his neck bulging as he delivered three final, bruisingly deep thrusts, burying himself to the absolute root before locking his hips tightly against yours.
He came with a violent, full-body shudder, filling you completely with his slick, scalding heat, his pulse thumping violently against your internal walls as he poured himself into you without reserve.
The rain had stopped by 4:00 a.m., leaving only the rhythmic, heavy drip of water from the fire escape outside the window.
The living room was dark now, the halogen light from the hallway cut off by the closed bedroom door. You lay in the center of your bed, the soft cotton sheets pulled up to your collarbone, your body feeling heavy, spent, and beautifully ruined. Every muscle in your thighs ached with a dull, throbbing reminder of his weight.
Taehyung was sitting on the edge of the mattress, his long legs crossed, his back resting against the headboard. He was completely bare from the waist up, his skin glowing like silver satin in the moonlight filtering through the blinds. The layered gold chains were still around his neck, resting against his chest like a quiet trophy.
Between his fingers, the red cherry of a fresh joint burned, a thin, lazy spiral of gray smoke rising toward the ceiling, filling the bedroom with that familiar, heavy scent of sweet weed and premium tobacco.
He took a long, slow drag, his eyes fixed on the window, his expression having slipped back into that sleepy, unreadable mask—but the ice was gone. In its place was a quiet, protective stillness.
He lowered the joint, turning his head to look down at you. A slow, dark smirk—devoid of any malice, heavy with a sleepy, possessive warmth—broke across his sharp features.
He reached down, his long, ring-adorned fingers catching a strand of your hair and tucking it behind your ear, his thumb lingering against your cheekbone.
"I told you," he whispered, his voice dropping to that low, gravelly vibration that felt like a physical touch against your skin. "If you stay, the smoke never clears. The monsters come with the territory, little bird."
You reached out from beneath the sheet, your fingers wrapping around his wrist, feeling the steady, calm beat of his pulse beneath his silver bracelets. You pulled his hand down, pressing a soft kiss into his palm, right over the callouses he’d earned from the crowbar.
"Then let them come," you murmured, your eyes locking onto his pitch-black depths. "I've got the biggest one in the city sitting in my bed."
Taehyung let out a low, dark chuckle that rattled in his bare chest. He took one last drag of the joint, blew the smoke over your face in a soft, intoxicating cloud, and then leaned down to press his lips against yours—sealing the contract in the dark, where the smoke and mirrors could never reach you again.
warnings/tags — 18+, explicit smut,emotional and possessive love and intimacy, he is literally so obsessed with her, oral sex (f. receiving), making out, hickies/marking,penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, missionary position, fingering, rough and slow paced sex, emotional sex,
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"You're not going to believe what happened," Jungkook said, his eyes gleaming with excitement as he leaned over the counter to whisper into my ear. His warm breath tickled my skin, sending a shiver down my spine that had nothing to do with the chilly evening air.
"What's going on?" I asked, playing along with his game, my curiosity piqued.
"Remember that nightclub we talked about?" Jungkook replied, a sly smile playing at the corners of his lips. "The one with the... private rooms?"
"Yeah, what about it?" I inquired, my heart racing slightly as I tried to keep my voice even.
"Well, Taehyung and I went there last night," he said, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "And we had a little fun."
The air between us grew thick with tension as he spoke, and I couldn't help but feel a mix of jealousy and arousal. I had always been intrigued by the idea of BDSM, but never had the courage to explore it. Now, here was Jungkook, laying it all out for me like a secret I wasn't supposed to know.
"What did you guys do?" I probed, my voice barely above a whisper.
Jungkook's smile widened, his eyes darkening with desire as he leaned closer. "Why don't I show you instead?"
Without waiting for my response, he grabbed my hand and pulled me through the crowded street, his grip firm and unyielding. The neon lights of the city reflected off his piercings, casting a kaleidoscope of colors across his face. We arrived at the nondescript building, the heavy bass of music thumping through the walls.
As we entered, the smell of leather and musk filled the air. The club was dimly lit, with the occasional flicker of candlelight casting eerie shadows across the walls. People in various stages of undress mingled freely, the sounds of whips cracking and moans echoing through the space.
"This is your chance," Jungkook murmured, his hand sliding down to grip my wrist. "Do you trust me?"
I nodded, my breath hitching in anticipation. This was it. The moment I had unknowingly been waiting for.
He led me down a narrow hallway, past velvet-covered doors with signs that read "Private." We stopped in front of one, and Jungkook produced a key with a flourish.
"Are you ready, Y/N?" he asked, his voice dropping to a seductive purr.
I nodded again, unable to find my voice as he unlocked the door and pushed it open, revealing a dimly lit room with a large, inviting bed in the center. Taehyung was already there, lounging on the bed, his eyes meeting mine with an intensity that made my knees weak.
They both smirked at my reaction, and I realized that this was no ordinary night out. This was going to be an adventure I would never forget.
Jungkook guided me over to the bed, his hand warm and reassuring in mine. He sat me down, his strong hands gently pushing me back into the softness of the mattress. Taehyung leaned in, his breath hot on my neck as he began to unbutton my shirt, one by one, revealing my collarbone.
"We're going to take this slow," Jungkook said, his eyes never leaving mine. "But if you ever feel uncomfortable, just say the safe word, and we'll stop."
I nodded, my heart racing with excitement. I had always been drawn to the idea of submitting to someone else's desires, and now, here I was, with two gorgeous men ready to fulfill my darkest fantasies.
Taehyung's hands were everywhere, tracing patterns on my skin that sent waves of pleasure coursing through my body. He kissed me softly, his tongue teasing mine as he removed my shirt, leaving me in just my bra and jeans. Jungkook's eyes raked over me, a look of pure hunger in them that made me feel like the most desired person in the world.
He moved closer, his hand sliding up my thigh to unbutton my jeans. His touch was firm, but gentle, as he exposed my skin to the cool air of the room. My breath grew ragged as he slid them down my legs, taking my shoes and socks off in the process. I was now in just my underwear, feeling vulnerable yet incredibly
aroused by the situation.
Jungkook took the lead, attaching soft leather cuffs to my wrists and ankles. The feeling of restriction was exhilarating, a rush of adrenaline that made me want to beg for more. Taehyung watched with a smoldering gaze, his eyes lingering on my exposed flesh. They exchanged a knowing look before Jungkook attached the cuffs to the four bedposts, spreading my body out for their viewing pleasure.
The room was filled with the sound of my own panting as they began to explore my body with their hands and mouths. Jungkook's teeth grazed my nipples through the lace of my bra, sending bolts of pleasure to my core. Taehyung kissed a trail down my stomach, his tongue flicking over my navel before
continuing lower.
"Do you like this, baby?" Jungkook whispered in my ear, his teeth tugging at my earlobe.
"Y-yes," I gasped, unable to form coherent sentences
.
Taehyung's mouth was now on my panties, his warm breath making them wetter by the second. He slid them down, exposing me completely. His tongue traced the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, teasing, taunting, making me squirm with need.
They worked in perfect harmony, each knowing exactly what to do to drive me wild. Jungkook removed my bra, his lips immediately capturing one of my nipples while his hand played with the other. Taehyung's mouth found my clit, his tongue swirling around it in a tantalizing dance that had me arching off the bed.
Their movements grew more urgent as I neared the edge, my body tightening with every stroke. They watched me intently, reading my reactions like a book, making sure I was enjoying every second of it. And I was. The pleasure was intense, like nothing I had ever felt before.
As I reached my climax, I screamed their names, my body convulsing with the force of it. They didn't stop, though, pushing me further, making me come undone in a way I never thought possible.
Once I had caught my breath, they untied me, and we moved to the next stage of our night together. The anticipation was killing me, but I knew it would be worth it. This was just the beginning of an unforgettable experience that would change me forever.
Jungkook handed me a blindfold, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Trust us," he said, his voice low and commanding. I nodded, eager to see what they had in store for me. As the soft material covered my eyes, the world around me
was plunged into darkness.
Suddenly, my senses were heightened. Every sound was amplified, and I could feel the heat of their bodies as they moved closer to me. Taehyung's hand brushed against my bare skin, sending goosebumps down my spine. Jungkook's fingers traced a path along my collarbone, making me shiver with anticipation.
The bed dipped as one of them straddled my hips, their weight pressing me down into the mattress. I could feel the outline of their erection through their pants, and I moaned, desperate for them to take the next step. The air was thick with lust, and I could feel it coating my skin like a fine mist.
They didn't disappoint. Jungkook's hand slid down my stomach, his fingers slipping into my panties to stroke my wetness. His other hand found my throat, squeezing gently as he began to kiss me again, his tongue delving deep into my mouth. Meanwhile, Taehyung's mouth was on my neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin as he kissed and nipped his way down to my chest.
Their hands and mouths were everywhere, exploring and claiming every inch of me. They moved together like a well-oiled machine, each touch and kiss calculated to drive me closer to the edge. I was lost in a sea of sensation, unable to think about anything but the two of them and the way they were making me feel.
With a sudden jerk, Jungkook removed my blindfold, and I was met with the sight of them both, fully naked, their erections standing proudly before me. They looked like gods in the candlelight, their muscles rippling as they moved closer.
"We're going to take you now," Jungkook murmured, his voice thick with desire. "But remember, you're in control."
I nodded, my voice a breathy whisper. "I trust you."
And with those words, I gave them the power to do whatever they wanted to me.
The rest of the night was a blur of pleasure and pain, a dance of dominance and submission that I had never experienced before. They pushed me to my limits and beyond, each touch and sensation more intense than the last. I was theirs, to do with as they pleased, and I reveled in it.
Their hands were rough and demanding, leaving marks on my skin that would be there for days. But it was the gentle caresses and whispered words of encouragement that truly undid me. They knew exactly how to balance the two, how to keep me on the precipice of ecstasy without sending me over until they were ready.
Taehyung's cock slid into me, filling me completely. I moaned as he began to thrust, slow and steady, his eyes locked with mine. Jungkook knelt beside the bed, stroking himself as he watched us, his eyes dark with lust.
"Look at her," he said to Taehyung, his voice husky. "So beautiful when she's being fucked."
I blushed, my cheeks heating up despite the cool air. The words should have made me feel degraded, but instead, they filled me with a strange sense of pride. I was beautiful, and they were showing me just how much they wanted me.
Taehyung leaned down, capturing my mouth in a bruising kiss as he picked up the pace. Jungkook's hand reached out to cup my cheek, his thumb brushing against my bottom lip. I could feel his eyes on me, drinking in every expression that played across my face.
Suddenly, he was there too, his cock pressing against my ass. He slicked it with lube before pushing in, filling me to the brim. The feeling was overwhelming, the pressure and the stretch almost too much. But they moved together, their rhythm matching perfectly, and soon the pain morphed into something else entirely.
They moved as one, their bodies in sync with mine. Each thrust brought a new wave of pleasure, and I could feel myself getting closer to the edge again. My breath came in gasps and moans, their names falling from my lips in a desperate litany.
And then, just when I thought I couldn't take anymore, they switched places. Jungkook took his place between my legs, his cock sliding in with ease thanks to Taehyung's preparation. Taehyung's mouth was now on my neck, his teeth scraping along my skin as he whispered sweet nothings into my ear.
Their hands were everywhere, touching, squeezing, and teasing. They brought me to the brink over and over again, only to pull back and start the slow build-up once more. It was torturous, but in the best possible way.
Finally, when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, they both pushed deep and held still, their eyes meeting over my body. And with a roar, they came together, their hot seed filling me up.
We collapsed onto the bed, our bodies slick with sweat and lust. They held me close, whispering sweet nothings into my ear, their kisses gentle and reverent.
For a moment, we just laid there, our hearts pounding in unison. Then, with a mischievous smile, Jungkook whispered, "Ready for round two?"
And despite the exhaustion that was already setting in, I couldn't help but nod eagerly. This was just the beginning of a night I would never forget.
Jungkook and Taehyung pulled away from me, their bodies glistening in the candlelight. They shared a smug smile before turning their attention back to me, their eyes gleaming with a mix of desire and challenge.
"On your hands and knees," Jungkook ordered, his voice firm and authoritative.
I complied without hesitation, the thrill of submission coursing through my veins. As I got into position, I felt a hand at the small of my back, guiding me down until my cheek was pressed against the cool fabric of the bed.
Taehyung's hand caressed my ass, his fingers slipping between my cheeks to tease my already stretched hole. He applied a bit more lube, the coldness of it making me gasp before he slid one digit in, then two. Jungkook's cock was already at my entrance, the head nudging insistently against my slick folds.
They didn't wait for me to adjust, instead pushing into me simultaneously. The sensation was overwhelming, and I moaned into the pillow, my body trying to accommodate both their sizes. They moved together again, their strokes long and deep, filling me completely.
The room was filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin and my own cries of pleasure. They were relentless, pushing me to the edge again and again. And when I thought I couldn't take anymore, they would slow down, only to build back up to that delicious peak.
My orgasm washed over me like a tidal wave, my body shaking with the force of it. They followed soon after, their cocks pulsing deep inside me as they filled me up once more
.
As we all caught our breath, they helped me off the bed, their hands gentle as they cleaned me up. They led me to the bathroom, where they washed me with warm water and soft cloths. The care and tenderness in their touches was stark contrast to the roughness of the sex we'd just had.
We returned to the bed, our bodies tangled together as we lay there, basking in the afterglow. Jungkook's arms were around me, holding me close as Taehyung traced patterns on my skin with his fingertips.
We talked about our limits, our desires, and what we had just shared. They assured me that this was just the start of our exploration together, that they would always be there to guide and support me.
As I drifted off to sleep, my body sated and my mind racing with the possibilities of what was to come, I knew that I had found something special with these two men. Something that would change me in ways I couldn't even begin to imagine.
But for now, all I could do was lay there, feeling them both beside me, and know that I was exactly where I was meant to be.
