eu demorei uns quarenta, cinquenta minutos pra fazer essa capa. foi bem simples, bem tranquilo e eu me diverti no processo. fiz pra concentrar minha energia em outra coisa, porque escrever tá difícil. no mais, sempre digo que gosto das cores, mas eu realmente gostei. quis dar um efeito meio laranja de foto queimada, mas pequei um pouco na iluminação. enfim, tá show de bola.
Hey friends, life has been pretty shit lately. Dying family members and my own mental and physical health being looked into and just the holidays in retail kicking my ass. So I wrote a tiny lil thing. No Smut, just light hurt/mostly comfort. I hope we all have a Taehyung out there when life gets difficult. And if you don't, I hope one finds you soon. Take care of yourselves. 💕💕💕💕
and thank you to my bby @gimmethatagustd making this adorable banner without my knowledge. I love it. 🥹
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Kim Taehyung | V/Park Jimin
Characters: Kim Taehyung | V, Park Jimin (BTS)
Additional Tags: Marathon Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Top Kim Taehyung | V, Bottom Park Jimin (BTS), Unprotected Sex, Anal Sex, Drunk Sex, Friends to Lovers, Canon Compliant, Coming Untouched, Friends With Benefits, Fluff, Crack Treated Seriously, Humor, Banter, Kissing, Multiple Sex Positions, Getting Together, In Love The Whole Time, weirdly sweet, PWP
Series: Part 61 of Works That I Had Orphaned In The Past
Summary:
They were pretty much dating already, might as well make it official. What better time to do that then when Taehyung is balls deep in Jimin's ass?!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
“I didn’t- I don’t- I-” Taehyung is saying, and Jimin interrupts him to say, “wanted me, hmm? Made a mess for me. So soon, Taehyung-ah.”
He’s not reprimanding, just stating facts. Taehyung whines. Jimin’s tongue traces the hollow of his throat, up to the bend of his chin. Taehyung had wanted to eat Jimin up; now it’s mutual. Always been mutual, really, but especially now.
“Okay, baby. ‘S okay. Feels good for me too, y’know?”
or, 5 times Taehyung comes too soon, and 1 time Jimin does.
This fic spans approximately from ~2016 to 2023.
Part 5 of this fic inspired by the 220319 livestream, how endeared Taehyung was with Jimin (and his moon tattoos) during it, and also how attached he was to that particular pillow.
Part 6 inspired by the cover art of Taehyung's "Type 1" photobook, naturally.
Title comes from the song "Libido" by OnlyOneOf. If we ever get Vmin doing choreo like Jisung and Wookjin do in this music video, I will actually never recover. What a moment.
I decided to put together a list of Bangtan fics I admire. I don't have many, maybe a list up into the twenties, but I hope that you other avid readers will enjoy these works as much as I do. Warning: I'm a big angst fan so PLEASE READ THE TAGS!
Please note that most -- if not all -- of these recommendations are for adult viewing (18+) only!
This list contains jikook, vmin, yoonkook, vminkook, and jihope recs.
JIKOOK / KOOKMIN
first star i see tonight by nimy | explicit, 40k, mentions an eating disorder
a touch of sin (orphaned) | explicit, 102k, shaman jm
in the darkness, your light by Mother of Pearl | mature, 25k, pandemic
the apparition of these faces in the crowd by cartographic | explicit, 28k, face blindness (one of my all-time fav works)
boys just wanna have fun (that's all they really want) by 93779 | mature, 26k
Like Everything Glows by annie_vi | explicit, 180k, merman jm
I Will Follow You Into the Dark by Brewit | explicit, 31k, demon jk
throwing rocks in frozen rivers by busan_brat | explicit, 37k
Damnatio Aeterna by Charmander | explicit, 91k, fwb a/b/o
dare me to by paliampelo | teen, 21k, roommates
Pay the Devil by @ginny-tea | explicit, 28k, rocky relationship
Jingle Hell by carameLIZed_suga | explicit, 30k, chaos at every corner
Park Jimin's Guide to Good Housekeeping by ashlyn17 | explicit, 235k, fae jimin and jungkook, the ending will shock you....
Oh, My Stars! by ashlyn17 | explicit, 181k, space au w/ a hint of magic, jungkook is seven feet tall...
you got that something by paliampelo | teen, 23k, long distance friends turned close. just melts you from the inside out.
the venom in your veins by anoria_bard | explicit, 165k, fantasy, politics and curses and ancient gods!
The Cabinet Maker by rkiveink | explicit, 26k, 1960s South Korea, just a warm story all around.
Request by rkiveink | explicit, 63k, late 1700s, jimin is sick and jungkook is a bit of an oddball witch, surprisingly endearing.
VMIN
we promised the world we'd tame it by nonheather | explicit, 11k, very sad will ruin your life fr
it's time to let go of this endless summer afternoon by afterthedisco | mature, 9k, warning: suicide attempt
just to get a taste by vastlyunknown | explicit, 24k, friends to lovers
my favorite color is you by summerandmazes13 | explicit, 18k, alcoholic jm
something cosmic by mistilteinn | teen, 20k, soulmate au
fly, little bird by mindales | explicit, 40k, hanahaki but with feathers
you get me hot (I'm overheating) by lioslaith | mature, 44k, android th
this pain feels different (it's hard to compute) by lioslaith | mature, 46k, part II of the fic above!
ignite the stars by tendershipping @breathplayed | mature, 122k, star wars au
Lonely Hearts Club by 1995soulmates @1995soulmts | explicit, 76k, i love u cie...
one of my other favorite fics was 'what's on the menu (me & u)' but it looks as if that author has taken it down :( oh well, I'll remember it forever.
YOONKOOK
So Predictable by caildekook | mature, 99k, jk can see the future
the entire lost in the town steeped in twilight series by suisei_honeymoon | various ratings spanning from general to explicit, 35k, supernatural and Korean cultural elements
like real people do by 777335 | teen, 22k, this one is so ㅠㅠ, modern magic
Cuffed by chahans | mature, 44k, idiots to lovers
Fool Me Once by bazooka | teen, 24k, PLEASE read this at least once in your life, stolen blind dates, this is one of the best fics ever written
those nights (when you crave someone to be there at dawn) by bellamees | explicit, 38k, vampire jk
i'm learning how to... by pomegranitemilk @pomegranitemilk | general audiences, 10k, based on greek mythology
and like flowers in his hands, death blooms by bellamees | mature, 6k, get ready to cry
all this longing (that's what the water gave us) by bellamees | teen, 14k, merman jk
and way down we go, down 'til you fall by bellamees | explicit, 17k, serial killer au
honestly, I highly recommend all of bellamees works!
the 9:03AM series by xiajin | ranges from mature to explicit, 46k, bad boy yoongi, murder
JIHOPE
Although this section is only one fic long, I highly recommend Young & Blue by syubology | teen, 5k, a fic so simple yet beautiful that it inspired me to start writing myself.
VMINKOOK
again, this section only has one fic but it kind of ruined my whole life (in a good way). A bit of a darker read but enjoyable for those who dare to dip their toes in.
folie à trois by tendershipping @breathplayed | 78k, hypnotism, circus, detective jungkook on the case! mysterious, dark, feels a little bit like suffocating.
That's it for now! I read tons of other fics but here are the few that really stuck out to me!
Spanking, Mention Cum inflation, Crying, Dom/Switch/Sub relations
"Our Taehyungie has been awfully naughty today Y/N" Jimin states as you walk through the door.
You find the pair on the sofa, Taehyung looking rather sorry for himself, kneeling on the floor at Jimin's feet. The blonde has a firm grasp on Taehyung's hair keeping him in place.
"What did I miss?" You ask, moving to crouch next to the brunette man.
"I came home to find Taehyung sprawled across the sofa moaning your name as he jerked himself off," Jimin explains.
"Oh dear," You tilt Tae's chin towards you.
"I thought you were on a masturbation ban baby... How else are you going to be able to fill Jimin with so much cum you can see it in his tummy? I thought that was what you wanted?" You shake your head and push his face away from you.
He begins to fight his corner, begins utterances and forgets them just as quickly in order to get you to forgive his transgression. You cut him off before he can form one solid sentence.
"How do you think it made poor Jiminie feel? All he wants is to be so full of you, and you've let him down." You frown once more at the man on the floor before turning your attention to Jimin.
"I think he needs a good spanking, remind him who gets to make the decisions around here." He says, puffing up his chest, fingers still threaded in Taehyung's hair.
You glance between the two, watching how Jimin takes great pleasure in tugging slightly, every so often thinking you might not notice. Teahyung tries not to whimper each time, wanting to prove he can behave.
"And who exactly is that, Jimin." You say, with expectation in your voice.
You glance pointedly at his hand and he immediately releases, smoothing the distressed hair until it lays flat again. You watch the way the younger man leans into the soft touch and any meanness you thought you had mustered up immediately dissipates.
"You are Y/N." Jimin says sheepishly.
"Right." You nod. "But both of you seem to have forgotten that, so I need you both on my bed with your trousers down before I've finished making myself a drink, which I notice neither of you thought to do for me today…."
The men glance at each other briefly before scrambling towards the bedroom. You shake your head and watch as they trip over one another trying to be the first into the room. They are loud as they try to decide exactly how this is going to go for them, squabbling so noisily you can hear it from the kitchen as you take time pouring your drink into a glass. You take your time waiting till they quiet, straining to hear your footsteps. Eventually, you down the remainder of your drink and make your way into the bedroom.
Each man is knelt over the edge of the bed, pillows beneath their knees propping them up. Their trousers are folded on the desk in the corner of the room. It's almost too delicious a sight to ruin it with dark purpling bruises. Their bums face you, bared and unmarked, ready for your punishment. You take your time to observe the two, watching them fidget under your gaze. Neither of them dares look back, focused on a particular spot on the wall ahead of them. Eventually, you take pity on them.
You watch their heads perk up as you open your playtime drawer. You select a paddle from your selection. It's nice and wide, solid wood, a personal favourite of Taehyung's.
"I think Jimin should be first, don't you agree?" You only hear groans in response.
Jimin probably still hasn't come to terms with the fact he is being punished alongside Taehyung, and Taehyung just really hates to wait.
"Jimin, I need you to tell me why you're being punished?"
You use the paddle to caress his cheeks, seeing him flinch as the cold paddle touches his bare skin.
"I... I…." He swallows hard. "I started to punish Taehyung before you came home."
You let out an approving sound so he knows he is on the right track.
"I was upset that he ruined our plans, but I know I shouldn't take that into my own hands." Jimin continues.
"Good boy, how are you feeling?"
"I'm okay." He says, so you move forward with the punishment.
You raise the paddle back about 6 inches before quickly slamming onto his left cheek. There is a small thud and Jimin jerks forward. You repeat the motion another 3 times before finally bringing the paddle back even further for a much harder final hit. You can see the rectangular outline imprinted onto his skin. You reach out to rub the dark spot gently.
Jimin whimpers at your touch, sniffling as he presses himself into the mattress away from your touch.
"You're finished now Jimin, please sit up for me."
Obediently, the blonde stands and twists himself to sit on the edge of the bed favouring his right side. You reach forward and wipe the tears from his cheek before leaning in to kiss his forehead softly.
"Are you okay, angel?" You ask, making sure he maintains eye contact.
"I'm okay." He nods.
You nod in return and gesture for him to scoot back and lean against the headboard. Then your attention returns to Taehyung. You run a hand down his spine so he knows it's his turn. You dig your nails in as you get to the base leaving scratches in your wake.
"And why are you being punished Taehyung."
"I was too impatient and ruined our chance to play a new game tonight." You can hear the pout in his voice, you know he is making that stupid face he pulls whenever he wants something.
"And are you sorry about it?"
"I'm very sorry Y/N, I just missed you guys today." He tries to be sweet, justify his actions and lessen his sentence.
It doesn't work. Instead, you check on his well-being and begin his punishment. You begin with eight swift hits, four per cheek, ensuring he remains uncomfortable every time he tries to sit for the next few days. For the final two blows you abandon the paddle, placing it back in place in your dresser, leaving Taehyung to breathe, and panic just a little.
"Two more baby, can you take it?" You ask.
He nods in response. You lean over him to check he isn't lying to you. Tears stream down his cheeks and his lip is bitten to almost the point of bleeding. You ask him once more and watch carefully as he answers you again.
"Please, carry on." You oblige, leaning back and raising your hand.
This time the smack is loud, it echoes around the room. You can feel the sting radiate through your palm as a perfect carbon copy appears on your lover's bum. You strike the other side with the same amount of force, making Taehyung sob. You gesture for Jimin to reach the salve you keep on the nightstand and apply it liberally to Taehyung's inflamed skin. He flinches away as the cold cream soothes his skin.
"Okay, move forward onto the bed baby, side or front only for a little while." You say, putting the salve away.
The brunette crawls up the bed and collapses into Jimin's lap. The pair cuddle as you go about setting up the room for bedtime. You check in with them both one more time before you leave the room to fetch drinks from the kitchen and soft PJs from the laundry room. You return to find both men have abandoned their shirts and pulled themselves as close to each other as possible, Jimin the small spoon. Somehow they still managed to lie diagonally, taking up all of the space.
"And where am I supposed to sleep?" You ask, shaking your head.
You smile lovingly at the pair as they glance from each other to you and back again before making just enough space for you to fit in front of Jimin.
Jungkook was used to getting what he wanted. He was handsome, disgustingly so, and he knew how to flirt his way in (and out of) danger. He lived for and with his brothers. He didn’t know anything but his found family. Still, happening upon you was one of the best decisions he ever made.
Now… How to make you realize that your life was missing him as much as his had been missing you.
(angst / yandere / smut / gore / fluff)
Masterlist / i don’t have a tag list / find me on twitter / word count: 4.5k
author’s note: so he’s got her. now, what?
tw: kidnapping, yandere
Chapter 7: ‘Integrity’
It doesn't take long to get back to their apartment - their safe space. You try to track it, keeping an eye on the turns left and right that they make, but it all gets too confusing in your brain after a while.
Initially, the car ride is filled with barely tolerable silence.
Jungkook was insistent on sitting next to you, despite the other two boys telling him it might not be the best idea. He hardheadedly refused to stray from your side, despite your icy expression and the stiff line of your shoulders, and the obvious disapproval of his brothers. You hardly get a word out before the shaggy-haired asshole with the intricate neck tattoo takes the wheel and Jimin hops in the passenger seat. The pink-haired bastard doesn’t waste a second before he tips an imaginary hat in the rear-view window when he catches your eye.
His lips curl up in a smug smirk and you snarl, “I should’ve taken your eye out when I had the chance.”
He blanches a little before locking eyes with Jungkook in the same mirror. Jimin grumbles, insolently, “I told you I wasn’t lying.”
Jungkook sits a touch closer to you, cautious as to not touch you too much, as if scared of setting you off somehow.
Good, you think. He shouldn’t want to get close to you.
Despite the impromptu hugging session you had found yourself in some minutes before the start of the drive, the boy seemed awfully… Well, shy. He couldn’t maintain eye contact for too long, eyes flitting down to his fingers, twisting them in his lap, and picking at his cuticles.
The driver glances back when he stops at a red light and reaches back to clasp his hand, gently. He chastises, softly, “Don’t do that, Kookie. You might start bleeding.”
Jungkook shoots a side-long glance your way, cheeks ruddy. He whines, brow puckering in embarrassment, “Hyung.”
The driver snorts before turning his attention back to the road. “Sorry, kiddo.” He glances over at Jimin and asks, “Pretty, you wanna listen to some music?”
Pretty?
“We’re in the middle of an active kidnapping and you want to put on a soundtrack?” Jimin asks, quirking a brow, very obviously amused. “Really, Taehyung?”
The other guy - Taehyung - shrugs, disinterestedly. “I was just askin’.”
“Of course I do,” Jimin responds, easily, shuffling through his playlist on his phone. A satisfied expression overtakes his face when he finds the song of his choice. He looks back over his shoulder, catching your eye, and says, “I hope you like Hot Girl Shit.”
You roll your eyes and turn your eyes back out of the window.
Megan Thee Stallion’s voice filters through the speakers, practically vibrating through your spinal cord with how loud it is. You try hard as you might to ignore the three other bodies in the vehicle. In fact, you close your eyes, hoping like hell you could just turn back the last twenty-four hours and never go back to that crappy coffee shop so you wouldn’t have ever had to meet the pink-haired fucker in the front seat.
Maybe then everything you had put together wouldn’t be falling apart so easily right in front of your eyes. Your flimsy house of cards was tumbling to the ground and there was nothing you could do to stop it.
Alas, wishing alone did nothing to change the direness of your situation and that left you in a wretched mood.
A petulant part of you wants to kick the back of his seat but you were sat behind Taehyung and he seemed like more of a hard-ass than Jimin was, so you let the idea, no matter how pleasurable, go and slowly find yourself melting into the heated seats.
A brush of skin on yours sometime later has your eyes flashing open, suddenly painfully alert. You glance over to see Jungkook, seemingly exhausted, relaxed in the seat beside you. His eyes are closed and he is breathing slowly, but he’s holding your pinky finger as if it’s a lifeline.
Jimin asks, softly, “Is he sleeping already?”
You look over to find Jimin already looking at you, intently. You respond, tersely, “Guess so.”
Jimin gets this pinched look on his face and Taehyung mutters, shooting worried glances at the sleeping man beside you, “He’s been running on adrenaline alone for over an hour. I’m not surprised.”
You move your hand from his hold, putting it firmly in your lap, but it seems to trigger something like panic in Jungkook. He huffs, furrowed brow deepening as his lip curls. In his sleep, Jungkook gnaws at his bottom lip and stretches out, pushing his hips out, shifting to try and get comfortable.
“Hold his hand,” Jimin hisses, sharply.
You glare at him through the mirror, defiantly, ready for another argument, but to your surprise, he doesn’t look demanding or angry - only concerned for his friend.
“Please, YN,” he whispers, watching Jungkook start to twitch harder in his sleep.
You recognize the beginnings of a nightmare.
A small part of you pities him, he looks so uncomfortable and scared, but you step on it - the soft part of you that recognizes him as vulnerable and pitiable.
He’s your kidnapper, YN. Stop being so fucking weak.
You exhale, annoyed, but do as you are told, awkwardly nudging your hand back into his perimeter and you watch, slightly fascinated as Jungkook’s hand slowly searches for your own. His fingers brush yours, tentatively, before he encompasses your hand with his own and pulls it into his lap, making you nearly fall over in your seat. The crease of his forehead smooths out and his entire body relaxes, his head lolling back and his mouth falling open to let out barely-audible snores. Even though you are halfway leaning over the backseat, he seems more than comfortable, so you unenthusiastically shift until you are sitting shoulder-to-shoulder with the bulky, snoozing man.
Taehyung’s lips pull up in a small smile, and Jimin gives you a grateful look. He mouths, “Thank you” before turning back to face the front and he taps out the rhythm of the song against the hand-rest. Taehyung reaches over the console to grab his hand, drawing indiscernible shapes on the back of the pink-haired man's hand with his thumb.
Oh, you realize. They must be dating.
That makes sense.
You try not to stare but the sight of the lightly flushing pink-haired man and the intimidating pillar of misery sharing a moment of lovey-dovey, ooey-gooey romance doesn’t instinctively make your stomach turn.
Honestly, you have always found love relationships intriguing. Not in an envious way, you try to convince yourself. But instead, in a purely clinical, curious way. You watched romance movies often, people-watching at the library as couples sometimes come in to peruse the stacked walls, kissing in hidden corners of the bibliotheca, spending hours mutually lost in alternate worlds of fiction.
It always intrigued you, but you weren’t normal. Wishing for something so regular as a healthy love relationship was outside of your capacity. Nobody would understand all your quirks and idiosyncrasies - all of your traumas that made you so prickly, distant, and unapproachable. It was too much work. It was better if you just stayed alone with your imagination, with your movies and books.
You hear that the thought of love is better than the actual experience.
The car pulls into a private compound with high, expensive-looking buildings surrounded by patches of neatly clipped trees and playgrounds, pulling you out of your depressing reverie.
You already feel out of place but the two men in the front don’t even bat an eyelid at the luxury you were entering. The security guards bow respectfully as they permit access, neither eye finding yours in the backseat, but you don’t expect them to, taking into consideration the dark tint on the windows. You try to discern where you are, but nothing about your surroundings feels familiar, but why would it?
You are entering the upper echelon of Korean wealth and opulence.
They enter the underground car park and park in a private parking spot. The car to the right is a bulky black Jeep and the one to the left is one that you are sure you’ve seen on advertisements in passing - white, sleek, expensive, and totally out of your financial reach. You don’t even want to touch it as the door is opened.
Jimin gets out of the car and opens the door on your side. He makes some space for you to climb out and he says, when he notices your tentative expression, “Don’t worry. It’s mine. You won’t scratch it. Come on out.”
You gesture to where Jungkook has your hand in an even tighter hold than before and say, drily, “I would if I could.”
“Kookie,” Taehyung says, reaching back from the driver’s spot to tap the sleeping man’s knee. “Stop faking.”
One of his doe eyes cracks open and he flushes around his collar, clearly embarrassed over being called out. “Hyung.”
Stupefied, you ask, “You were faking this whole time?”
Jungkook goes quiet, letting go of your hand, albeit a touch reluctantly. “Not the whole time.”
You enquire, “When did you wake up?”
“When we pulled into the complex,” he admits, awkwardly. He tries to laugh, his bunny teeth peeking out, but he notices how unamused you seem to the smile slips from his face in an instant. He continues, more seriously, “The speed bumps always wake me up.”
“Oh my-”
Frustrated, you throw yourself out of the car and shove past an amused Jimin who is barely holding back his laughter.
You hiss, threateningly, “Quit laughing, dick-face.”
Jimin puts up both hands in surrender and comments, sarcastically, “Your word is my command, my Queen.”
Taehyung grabs you under the armpit, pulling you along towards the staircase.
Jimin complains, “Tae, it’s fifteen floors.”
“No cameras,” the other man retorts, simply. “Or, do you want the cops coming here?”
Jimin groans before he taps the elevator button and says, simply, “Ya’ll can walk. I’m taking the elevator.”
Taehyung rolls his eyes but he replies, good-naturedly. “Never a team player.”
Jungkook, who hasn’t taken his eyes off where Taehyung is touching you, jumps in. “I- I can walk her up, Hyung.”
“You can’t be trusted by yourself with her,” he retorts, easily. “She’ll just bat her eyelids and you’ll fold like a stack of cards.”
Taehyung gives him a long look over his shoulder as if daring him to deny his words but the other man just hangs his head and looks down at his hands.
“Exactly,” Taehyung says.
Jimin steps into the elevator once it pings and disappears, tossing a playful salute your way. You wish you could kick him in his stupid, smug face, but you have a feeling Taehyung would snatch you straight out of the air and toss you into the ceiling before you had a chance.
Taehyung opens the door and nudges you inside first, moving towards the staircase, but he is stopped by Jungkook grabbing your hand in a tentative grip. He holds your pinky and ring finger, tugging a touch insistently, but his eyes aren’t on you - they are on Taehyung.
“Let me hold her hand at least, Hyung,” Jungkook pleads, quietly. “Let go of her, okay?”
Taehyung shoots a glance down to where he is holding your arm before he promptly releases you.
“Go ahead, Kookie,” he responds, handing you over like a limp doll. He holds you for a moment, reclaiming your attention and he warns, seriously, “He can walk you up these stairs like a lady or I can knock you out and carry you like a sack of potatoes. Your choice.”
“Suck my dick,” you retort, lip curling in distaste.
Jungkook makes a noise of displeasure in the back of his throat but he pulls you to his side. “You shouldn’t provoke him like that.”
You glare at the taller man but say nothing, choosing instead to stomp by his side. He doesn’t struggle to keep up pace with you, which only pisses you off more, because of the three of you, it seems as if you were the only one who was having trouble with the stairs. And it only got worse the higher you got.
“I can carry you if you want,” Jungkook suggests, delicately. He moves to reach for you as if to offer you his back but you only feel yourself get angrier at him.
Where does he get off, treating you like you couldn’t take care of yourself?
Like you were weak?
It’s his fault you were in the situation in the first place.
You know while your anger is valid, it was definitely misplaced. But the look in his eye, that hopelessly adoring look, was too similar to something you only recognized in the eyes of the person who is the reason all of this bullshit in your life started and you got mad.
And, oh, you got so mad. Red bleeds into your vision and your body is moving without your permission.
Instinctively, you slap his hand away, the sound slashing through the air, loud enough to shock Taehyung who snaps his head to look back at you in surprise but you don’t lose your momentum. Instead, you glare up at him, fire burning in your eyes, and you spit, jabbing your finger in his direction, “I don’t need your fucking help. Don’t put your hands on me again.”
You stomp past Taehyung, who only watches you pass by, intrigued. Jungkook makes an aborted move to grab you but seems to think better of it.
You don’t know what you would have done if you felt his hands on your body for another moment.
Speedily, you reach the fifteenth floor, with Taehyung and a silent Jungkook hot on your heels and you rip the door open, rage pushing you ahead even though you know full-well that what awaits you is unlikely to be the definition of a ‘fun time’.
There is only one apartment on the floor, so you presume the door at the end of the corridor is theirs. Taehyung moves ahead of the two of you, tugging up the keypad and quickly tapped in the number. You couldn’t see what it was, his broad body hiding the password from your line of sight, but even if he hadn’t been standing directly in the way, you wouldn’t have been able to focus, considering the waves of awkward intensity rolling off Jungkook’s body as he hovers beside you.
You can feel his eyes on you, practically burning into the side of your face, and even from where he is positioned in your periphery, you can feel the tension in his body that betrays his distress.
Fuck him.
The door swings open and Taehyung steps inside, kicking his shoes off to the side, shoving his hands in his pockets.
“Honey, we’re home,” he sing-songs.
Even from where you are standing, you have never seen such an elegant living space before in your life. The walls are embellished with bronze and lined with detailed, golden strips.
The reception is a wide area, an expensive rug beneath a heavy cherrywood table. Straight past there is a small foyer leading to three other rooms that you can’t see into from your place, awkwardly loitering in the reception area.
Jimin walks in from a room to the right and tosses his arm around Taehyung’s back, shoving a hand in his back pocket.
“Welcome to our home,” the pink-haired man says, eyes crinkling as he beams at you.
Your expression of annoyance doesn’t falter for even a moment and the tension between you and Jungkook must be palpable enough for him to notice almost immediately.
Jimin shares a brief look with Jungkook, and he seems to notice something unseemly on the other man’s face. He asks, “Why do you look like you’re about to cry, Kookie?”
Jimin looks up at Taehyung, the question clear on his face.
Taehyung gestures to you with his chin, disinterestedly.
“Ask your guest,” he retorts, sarcastically, scrolling through his phone.
Jimin prompts, eyes raised, “Well?”
“I didn’t do anything,” you deny, but it sounded weak, even to your ears. You continue, frowning, “I just didn’t want him to pick me up.”
“Don’t be mad at her, Hyung,” Jungkook says, and even though you refuse to look at him, you feel your heart twinge at the sorrow in his voice. He really does sound close to tears, voice thick and trembling. “I was being too much.”
Jimin stares, disapprovingly, but bites down on his bottom lip to stop himself from saying anything. He tosses his hands up and says, “Fine. I’m saying nothing.”
But he promptly turns on his heel and disappears back the way he came. He might not have said anything, but his distaste was clear and obvious in his attitude.
Not that you gave a fuck.
Taehyung follows behind his boyfriend, leveling you with a purposeful look as he goes.
Jungkook says, softly, “Do you… I can show you around if you want, YN?”
You turn your body to finally look at Jungkook to properly look him from top to toe, and you see how curved in his shoulders are, like he is trying to make himself smaller - less intimidating, you realize a moment later. Your brows furrow in upset and you ask, quietly, “Are you serious about this? You aren’t going to let me go?”
Jungkook’s jaw ticks and he avoids your eyes, looking down. His dark eyebrows draw together, as if in pain at the mere thought, and he whispers, “You’ll leave if I let you go.”
“Jungkook,” you say, reaching for his hand, hoping to appease whatever obsessive need to be around you. You barter, softly, “Come on…”
Jungkook looks up at you, one time, locking eyes with you, before he pulls himself away, wrapping his arms around himself, tight. He whimpers, “Stop doing that.”
“Jungkook,” you say, trying again. “Just- Let me go. I’ll stay around. I have nowhere else to go anyway.”
Jungkook shakes his head, some of his hair falling into his eyes, and he declares, seriously, “You can’t go anywhere. You can’t.”
He moves to walk past you but you grab for him, wrapping your hand around his forearm and you plead with your eyes.
For the first time, though, he rips himself away from you and he slams his hand down on the nearby table, the sound scaring the daylights out of you.
“No,” he snaps, eyes unfocused as he glares down at you and his nostrils flare as panicked breaths escape him. “If I have to lock you in this apartment for the rest of your life, I will. You- Just stop trying to leave me.”
Jungkook and you share an intense look, neither one of you relenting for a long moment, breathing heavily.
“I won’t ever forgive you for this,” you tell him, resolutely, after a long pause. “I’ll never forgive you.”
His lower lip trembles but he refuses to accede.
“Fuck you,” you hiss and storm past him, further into the house.
You have no idea what is waiting for you when you do, but you can’t stand being around him any longer. The smell of his cologne, the watery yet determined look in his eyes, the way his lips tremble as if he were the one hurt by the situation.
It was all too much - too fucking much for you to take.
You turn to the left instead of the right (where Taehyung and Jimin had walked off towards) and push open the door to reveal a nicely stocked library. An entire wall is filled with books of all thicknesses and heights, two oval-shaped tables, and a medley of armchairs dotted around the room. One sofa is against the opposite wall, next to the large set of windows.
The view is beautiful - truly. It is one of the most impressive vantage points of the Seoul sky-line that you had ever seen, but you are still filled with so much barely resolved anger that you can’t even take it in fully.
The door closes behind you but nobody comes inside, thankfully. You don’t know what you would do if he forced himself to be in your presence any longer. Still, the sound of the door closing behind you feels like a noose around your neck that only grows tighter with each second.
You drop down on the sofa, exhaustion washing over you instantly, and you close your eyes, trying to fight off the impending headache that is blooming behind your eyes.
Instead of being on a plane to an unnamed island somewhere hot and sexy, you are stuck in the (admittedly gorgeous) apartment of your obsessed stalker and his freaky found-family. Not only that, Seokjin’s words of warning echo in the back of your mind like a shadow, reminding you of the absolute danger you were still in.
If he found you again, there would be nothing you could do to escape this time.
The miserable thought used to pass through your mind that the last time you got away was a fluke. That the last few years had been some kind of sick and twisted foreplay, that he was just toying with you - letting you convince yourself that you were free, only to clench his fist around your throat and drag you back to his side, kicking and screaming.
A shuddering breath escapes your mouth and you feel it well up in the back of your throat.
Something you haven’t felt for a very long time.
The urge to cry.
What the fuck are you supposed to do?
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Jungkook POV
It was going to hell.
Nothing was going right. She kept trying to leave, so I had no choice - I know that, Jimin knows that, Tae knows that. But she... She just wouldn’t understand where I was coming from.
She wouldn’t see my side of things. All I wanted was to bundle her up in a warm space, to keep her happy and safe and with me - but she kept trying to leave me.
How can I love her if she keeps me at arms length?
How can I be gentle with her if she keeps pushing me away?
I pace the length of the hallway once more, gnawing at my nailbed even though I had long torn my cuticles to shreds, my stomach rolling as another wave of nausea passes over me at the instability of my situation.
YN was in my bedroom. Proximity-wise, YN and I have never been closer. She was sleeping in my bed, accoridng to Jimin, after taking a shower in my bathroom and wrapping up her supple and warm body in my towels and dressing in my clothes. Nothing could get me harder, faster, than knowing she was waiting for me, balmy and warm and so fucking soft. My dick twitches again, my lower head and my upper head clearly not on the same fucking page.
Emotionally, however, we couldn’t be further from one another.
The way I went about the whole thing wasn’t the best - sure, I can admit that.
But I didn’t hit her. I didn’t bruise her or abuse her. I just needed her to stay fucking put, right where I can see her.
Taehyung laughs to himself, so unbearably amused by the whole thing that it was pissing me off. I didn’t mock him like this when he got so drunk, he pissed himself in the bathtub after the only time Jimin verbalised his desire to break up. They didn’t end up doing it, of course, but Tae was inconsolable for days. I can’t stand the smell of Jameson anymore and my nose bridge hasn’t been right since that four-day bender.
“You look pathetic,” Taehyung remarks, lightly. “Just go in there and show her who’s boss.”
“If you wanted me to get my eyes scratched out, that might be a good idea,” I retort, sardonically. “YN can’t stand to be in the same room as me, let alone let me close enough to toss my weight around.”
Tae hums. “You’re sure about her, right?”
I nod, without a moment of hesitation. “She’s everything and more than what I thought she might be. She’s so fucking perfect, hyung.”
“She sure is interesting,” he comments, brow quirking. “I still don’t like her for how she treated Jimin.”
My lips purse in agreement. “That wasn’t... That shouldn’t have happened.”
“Jimin is also at fault,” he retorts, fairly. “He was dicking around where he shouldn’t have been. YN didn’t deserve all of that.”
“Thank you, hyung,” I reply, unable to really smile considering the state of my emotions. I look up at him, gnawing at my bottom lip, and I ask, tentatively, “How... How did you do it?”
“Do, what?”
“Get Jimin to love you,” I finish, despondently.
Taehyung gives me a look, eyes softening at the corners and he reaches for my shoulder, squeezing gently. “Jimin already loved me long before ‘we’ happened. I never had to ‘get’ him to love me. He just did.”
I feel my shoulders drop at his words, my eyes filling with tears and a thick lump wedges itself in my throat, choking me.
“She’s never going to love me,” I whimper, falling into Taehyung’s chest. He wraps his arms around my shoulders, pulling me close and pressing a gentle kiss to my temple. “She h-hates m-me so m-much.”
“She doesn’t know how good she has it with you,” Taehyung says, softly. “You’re so special and loving. She just has to see that. Stop crying, kiddo. It makes me sad.”
He wipes my tears away, and rocks me tenderly from side to side.
“I can’t- I can’t not have her, hyung,” I whisper. “I think I’ll go crazy.”
“If she leaves?”
“If she takes a step somewhere I can’t see or touch her, I feel like my chest is going to collapse,” I admit in a fast whimper. “I get dizzy and irrationally angry. She asked to leave earlier and my ears went quiet and fuzzy. I yelled at her and I didn’t even realize it... That terrified me.”
Taehyung rests his chin on my shoulder as he asks, “When you think about her leaving, do you imagine yourself hurting her to keep her by your side?”
I tense up, pushing my head further into his chest. “I’d never hit her. I just can’t imagine her being away from me.”
“Then make it so that she can’t exist away from you,” he says, simply. “Push yourself so deep into her that she doesn’t even consider the world if you aren’t in it right next to her.”
“Does that make me a bad person, hyung?”
Taehyung shakes his head, eyes scanning my face softly. “It makes you a man in love.”
