during keys and knives, nam-gyu takes the opportunity to chase after his noona to show her just how much he missed her, using the magic word to get everything he wants.
cws: nsfuu, yandere!nam-gyu, dubcon smut with plot, high nam-gyu (mention of drugs), fingering, oral sex (fem receiving), auralism, begging knk, mentions of knives and murder. proceed with warning!
a/n: one dirty little secret of mine is that i'm so in love with obsessive little freaks :-P yandere lovers rise!! !11!! 1!
your lungs and thighs burned as you sprinted down a corridor, your side hitting against yet another wall as you took a sharp turn, stumbling over your feet momentarily before bolting once more. "keep running!" you heard him shout from behind you, making the hairs of your arm stand in utter fear. the feeling of being preyed on pushed your adrenaline to exceed your physical limits.
you were on the unfortunate side of the game, a blue ball deciding and sealing your fate of inevitable death after many members of the red team refused your pleads and reasons to switch. not even half an hour later, you were now facing what you liked to think was your karma—being chased by none other than nam-gyu, a person who you foolishly considered to be your teammate just three days ago.
looking back, you saw him still in pursuit within a lengthy distance, his cackles of amusement making you curse under your breath in a high-pitched, disconcerted tone. you saw the very end of the corridor giving you the option to turn left or right, as if mocking you by giving you the choices with the unknown chances of one leading to another continuous corridor, or a dead end: life or death.
before you got to decide, a body rammed against yours half-way through the corridor through a green door that opened. you both crashed against the wall before falling to the ground on your back with a grunt. you cursed loudly, taken aback at the sudden break of momentum. you turned to see a red-vested body on top of yours, making your eyes widen and a shiver go down your spine. you pushed yourself up, attempting to kicking the man in the process.
"shit, shit!" you exclaimed. "get off, fuck!" you kicked at his knee, but his hand found its way to grip at your ankle, pulling you to lay flat on the ground underneath him.
player 296 stood and hovered over your figure, a sinister grin forming on his sweaty face. "finally." your widened eyes stared up at him, chest rising and falling too quickly. furrowing your eyebrows, you lifted your leg to kick him in between the legs with a grunt.
the man bent over in pain, his hands covering his crotch. you scrambled backwards, attempting to lift yourself up once more before making eye contact with him until he let out a shout and jabbed his knife towards your head, which you avoided by a few inches with a gasp.
you made a fist with your hand and immediately jabbed at his jaw, making him stumble to the side upon impact. he reached for your neck using his knife, which you blocked using your forearm, the contact of the knife against it making you scream.
"you fucking shit!" you then heard nam-gyu shout behind the man in front of you. he turned to look, giving you the opportunity to take another punch at the side of his face, making his body hit the other wall of the corridor.
player 296 was pulled from on top of you, nam-gyu's bloodied face scrunched up in anger as he stabbed his abdomen in one swift motion. "she's mine!" he shouted, pulling the knife out before plunging it deep once more.
you crawled backwards in fear, your injury scraping against the hard floor making you groan out in pain. as he twisted the knife in player 296, nam-gyu turned his head to you, his ears perking up at the sound. "noona, hi," he breathed out, letting go of the murdered man and making him go down with a harsh thud. he took a careful step forward, approaching you with fear of scaring you off, as he would with a cat.
nam-gyu dropped to one knee, the palm holding his sharp knife pressed down, a clanging sound echoed as it hit the ground while he creeped towards you. you moved backwards slowly, your eyes never leaving his blown-out pupils. the contact of the open wound on your forearms against the rough floor made your eyebrows knit as you whined loudly. nam-gyu gazed at your injury before stilling at your sweaty, bloodied face, a fevered expression on his face.
his face darkened, the grip on his knife tightening as he gulped at the noises you made. his heartbeat quickened, eyelashes batting at you. "please, noona—" he called, his free hand reaching for you.
you pushed yourself up from the ground and sprinted to the end of the corridor, taking a sharp left. "noona!" nam-gyu whined from behind you, his calls falling on deaf ears as you ran to make distance from him.
nam-gyu stared at your retreating figure, kneeling fully with an amused, frenzied look on his face. a grin found its way to settle on his lips as he panted from the rush that he felt from killing, running after you, and from hearing you moan in pain while you kept eye contact with him.
he took a sharp breath in, nerves shaking at the excitement he felt, and how great it was to hear you.
he thought back to when your group was complete—with you and se-mi teaming up to banter with thanos and gyeong-su, and him finding out that the deceased girl wasn't really older than them, but you were, as minsu said. nam-gyu grinned to himself, using his free hand to run through his hair as he recalled your conversation with him.
"are you really older than me?" he asked, taking a bite of the food given to the players for the evening.
you glanced at nam-gyu, his expression seemingly bored, before focusing on your food, "does it matter if i am? we're all going to die anyways." you said, making him look at you for a moment before laughing out loud.
"this is great!" said him, inching closer to where you sat. you raised an eyebrow at his suddenly excitement. "i like my women older. so sexy," he added, making you roll your eyes with a groan, muttering as if before moving seats to sit beside se-mi and minsu. nam-gyu stared at your back, grinning to himself. "you can't run from me, noona!"
he had stuck himself in between you and thanos in the following games, pulling you towards him during the mingle game in each round, and passing you a portion of his food with him being a picky eater as an excuse.
you found his attachment quite endearing, and found yourself looking at him in a certain way, too. he called you his pretty noona and bickered with se-mi whenever she mimicked his nickname for you, to which you roll your eyes at his fake and playful possession of you.
that was until the drugs and thanos' death took a major toll on his mental state, scaring you off. but he was always there for you, looking out, staring.
despite being high out of his mind, nam-gyu sat by your bed at the corner of the room before as the lights flickered, easing your verbal worries towards the nearing lights out, telling you to stay put and wait for him to come back and leaving your side with a hand to your thigh and a kiss to your forehead, to which you responded with a swift kiss to his lips.
your relationship with nam-gyu was blurred in between the lines of acquaintances, and friends, and enemies, and partners, and lustful touches. it confused you, considering the situation with the games, and you didn't want to stick around to wait for him to betray you for an increase of a couple million won to his name.
nam-gyu went back to your bunk without you there, and the next day saw you on the other end of the big room, furthest away from him.
nam-gyu looked down to the knife on his hand, gripping it tighter before throwing it up in the air and catching it with ease as it fell. he whooped as he stood, his voice echoing in the corridors while he rose to run after you yet again, a wicked grin wide on his face.
you had your back against the bloodied door, hiding inside an empty, dim-lit room to rest momentarily from the chase. you held your forearms, your blood staining against your thick, green uniform. a gasped left your lips as you felt another sharp pain from your wound, a curse leaving your parted mouth in pain.
you panted, wiping the sweat off your forehead using your shaking, bloodied hands. you took shallow breaths, groaning softly in utter exhaustion. you blinked away the forming tears, clenching your hands into fists to remain focused.
then, your body jolted at the sudden impact pushed on the door you were leaning on, making you squeal in surprise. "there you are," nam-gyu's voice was low from the other side of the door. your expression turned hectic, grounding your feet against the floor to angle yourself to keep the door from opening. a few loud knocks thudded against the wood, making it shake. "noona, can you open this for me, please?"
you took deep breaths, thinking of ways to run past him once more when he gets inside. you felt overwhelmed at the thought of nam-gyu using his strength to push his way past. his strength was undeniable, and it was horribly unfortunate for you.
nam-gyu hissed at your silence his hands running from his face to the locks of his bloodied hair. "noona!" he shouted, using the back of the knife to bang against the door. "noona, please, come on," he groaned at your lack of compliance. "noona, noona! open up!" he called over and over again.
"nam-gyu," you whined, body jolting at the impact of the thuds.
"noona!" he exclaimed, eyes widening as his palms pressed against the wood, excited to hear your voice. "there you are, i knew you were there." he said, trying to push the door open but frowning upon the feeling of weight against it. "hey, let me in, please?"
"n-nam-gyu, stay," you ordered, fear laced into your words.
nam-gyu's frown deepened, his head fuzzy from the drugs and honestly confused to why you're resisting. "stay?" he echoed, "what, here outside? noona, come on, just let me in already. i miss you," you heard him say.
"no, you need to stay outside, nam-gyu." you said, attempting to using his fucked-up state to your advantage.
despite not seeing him, nam-gyu shook his head as he pouted. "come on, let's play. i really, really missed you," he said, pushing his shoulder against the door to use force, successfully opening it a few inches wide before you slammed your body to close it.
he dragged out a whine before shouting. "fucking open this door already!" a bang came, then another, until its frequency got too much for your body weight and exhausted state alone to fend off. nam-gyu pushed using his shoulder, nearly opening the door halfway.
you turned and pushed your forearms against the rough material of the door, making you cry out in pain at the contact with your wound. nam-gyu's breath hitched, his pupils widening at the sound. "please, please—please! let me in, please, pl-please," he whined, "i need you, noona."
a tear fell from your eyes, whether from fear or the ache you felt in your chest at his voice, you didn't know. with one final bang, nam-gyu kicked the door open, making you stumble backwards and allowing the door to open just enough for his tall, slim figure to slip in. before you had the chance to compose yourself, you heard the door slam shut. you looked up in fear as nam-gyu now stood in front of you, his stance sluggish.
splashes of blood scattered around his entire body, the color crimson nearly covering his face in dots. the lack of words exchanged between the two of you as you maintained eye contact with him made the atmosphere feel heavy and clouded.
nam-gyu took a step closer, making you mirror his actions by taking a step back. he then took another, and another, all in silence until you felt the painted stone wall press against your back. your eyes never left his, both of you eyeing each other's panting figures, careful to make a move.
"noona." nam-gyu finally said, stray hair covering the corners of his eyes. he took a deep breath, as if sobering himself up. "why'd you leave me, noona?" he asked.
your eyebrows furrowed as you shook your head slightly, eyes looking down at your blood-stained shoes. "i-i don't—"
"you left me!" he shouted, the hand holding his knife shaking at his words. "i came back for you, and you left me. why?"
your eyes glossed, the feeling of hopelessness heavy on your chest. "nam-gyu," you called out, hesitantly holding a hand out in front of you to keep a distance.
nam-gyu looked at your outreached hand and held it in his rough ones. "don't you like me, noona? didn't we have fun playing?" he asked, interlacing his fingers with yours. "i liked you."
tears streamed down your eyes, your voice getting caught up in your throat in a hic. nam-gyu reached his hand holding the knife, turning it safely to wipe your tears with his knuckles. "you're so pretty, noona." a sob left your lips as you turned your face away from him in fear. nam-gyu frowned, before a lazy smile found its way to his lips, "hey, play with me again, noona."
you looked up at him. "play?" you echoed in question. nam-gyu nodded his head eagerly, taking another step towards you.
"play," he repeated, using the tip of his knife to press against the waistband of your uniform. you shook your head in response. "c'mon, just once, please?" nam-gyu then held his knife by his side, a drop of blood falling against the brightly-colored floor of the room.
you looked back at him with widened eyes, a flush creeping up your face at his dark expression. you shook your head once more as he let go of your hand and took a few steps forward, finally closing the gap between the two of you. he hung his head low, eyes focused on how his free hand played with the strings of your pants, with the other holding the tip of the knife against the side of your arms.
"noona, i'm gonna make you feel so good, you won't believe it," he said, hand slithering down your stomach to make its way under your outer layer of clothing. "i'll make you say my name again with your eyes behind its sockets, noona, i know you like that," he added.
his eyes bore into yours as his bottom lip settled under his teeth with a grin on his face. your trembling hands found its way to hold the wrist holding his knife, your eyes looking up at him in desperation. "won't you hurt me, nam-gyu?" you asked.
nam-gyu shook his head frantically, eager to please you with his answer. "no, i'd never hurt my noona," he said. "remember how i ate your pussy out before? i'll do just that, noona, please let me," he groaned at the feeling of dampness as he pressed his middle finger against your underwear.
his mouth gaped, feeling his saliva slowly pool in his mouth. "please, please, noona, i'll make you feel so, so good, please," he begged, eyes big in desperation.
you looked up at him in uncertainty, opening your mouth to say no but found your cheeks squished up as he squeezed it with his hand, the knife pressed flat tightly against your cheek.
nam-gyu closed his eyes and leaned in to kiss your lips hungrily, sucking on your bottom lip as a way to convince you to agree. he turned his head, the edge of his knife cutting his skin slightly as he continued to kiss you deeper. you held his bright red vest in your hands as a way to ground yourself.
pulling away, nam-gyu suddenly felt the slight sting from the new cut on his cheek. he giggled, muttering a curse under his breath. he threw the knife behind him without looking, making it land at a distance with a high-pitched clang.
"noona, please," nam-gyu held your face again, making your eyes look into his as his finger found its way in between your clothed folds. "i'll make you feel so good, noona," he added.
you panted at the press of his fingers, your hands finding their way to hold on to his arms like how you did before. "i'll make you squirm and moan, and cum so much," he lowered himself to whisper into your ear, tongue licking against your lobe before nipping at it.
his fingers were now pressed against your bare flesh, his nails scraping lightly as they slithered down in between your pussy. "you're wet, noona." he stated, a grin visible on his face.
"please let me—you'll let me, right, noona? please?" he pleaded, eyes deep and lost into the colors of your eyes, awaiting for permission. you nodded, and nam-gyu's expression immediately lightened up. he leaned in again to kiss your lips with hunger and relief. "thank you, thank you," he repeated, lips trailing down your neck as his finger circled your clit in a slow pace. "thank you. you won't regret this, i promise, we'll have so much fun like before."
you squirmed and closed your eyes shut as nam-gyu roamed your body with his mouth, light pleasure blooming from the touches. he then inserted his fingers inside you, making you gasp in response. nam-gyu straightened his posture to meet your eyes with a smile before kissing you again. his hand rocked against your crotch in a rhythm, in contrast to the hunger he had while kissing you.
"nam-g-gyu," you moaned in between your kiss, making him pull away to look into your eyes again. his pupils were blown-out once more, his mouth swollen at the desperation of the kiss.
"oh, yes, noona," he said, halting the movements of his hand and pulling them out of your pants.
"nam-gyu," you whined at the loss of contact. nam-gyu groaned at your calls before giggling to himself, feeling the hardening of his cock at every breath you take.
his hands found their way around your clothes, stripping away your bloodied vest and hoodie, revealing a sweat-soaked, nearly-transparent white shirt that displayed your number in green letters that stuck to every curve of your body. licking his lips, nam-gyu fiddled with the hem of your shirt before pulling it up and off of you in a rushed manner, throwing it in the same direction of his knife from behind him.
"you're so pretty, noona," he whispers, mouth kissing sloppily at your breasts and making his way to your stomach, eyes nearly heart-shaped as they looked up at you.
nam-gyu knelt, your pants being lowered to your ankles by him as well. nam-gyu leaned to press his face against your clothed cunt, breathing in your arousal with a deep moan as his hands held firmly on your thighs. "oh, noona, i—" he cut himself off, taking a kitten lick at your underwear and kissing the skin of your lower stomach after. "noona, please, please," he pleaded.
your hands found their way to his hair, pushing them back from his face as he looked up at you with gleaming eyes and a small pout. "noona, let me, please? i need," he gulped, "i need to taste you. please let me. won't you let me, noona? please," he pleaded.
you tucked his hair behind his ears, every inch of your body burning at the sight before you. "do you think you deserve it, nam-su?" you teased.
nam-gyu stuttered over his words, rising and falling as he bounced lightly from his feet. "gyu, nam-gyu! yes, i do, i deserve it, noona, nam-gyu deserves it, i do," he answered immediately, a feverish expression all over his features. "please, please, fucking let me already," he whined in impatience, fingers hooking at the hem of your underwear and sliding it down without permission.
"just see, you'll feel really, really good on my tongue, noona," he said, as if it was a promise for him to keep.
nam-gyu's hands gripped on your ass to pull you closer by the hips, his mouth latching on to your cunt and immediately got to work in finding your clit in between the wet slick of your folds. he moaned loudly against you at your taste, eyes closing as his eyebrows furrowed in pleasure.
your fingers intertwined with his hair as he poked and pressed his tongue against your pussy skillfully, hums from his throat heard. you moaned when he sucked on your clit before moving his tongue in circular motions against it, his eyes opening wide to stare up at you with your mouth gaped and cheeks flushed. "you feel, ah, good, noona? am i making you feel good?" his voice was slightly muffled.
you whined and nodded lightly at his question, pulling on his hair. nam-gyu felt his cock twitch at your whine, continuing to lap at your folds. his hand made its way to settle on the plush of your thigh, while the other slithered in between your legs to tease you entrance as he continued gasping for breaths and diving back into you. "please, please," he pleaded once more, his fingers poking you. "please let me, noona," he added.
you groaned, eyes shutting in pleasure. "can i please, noona? let me? please, fuck, i just need to," he paused his words and pressed his tongue against your clit as he pushed his fingers in with ease.
you let out a high-pitched gasp, a moan dragging immediately after as he kept a pace. nam-gyu got another moan to leave your lips as he pressed his fingers against the walls of your cunt, rubbing at them. "haah, nam-gyu!" you exclaimed, head pressed against the wall as your fingers scratched on his scalp. he let out a moan, head moving from left to right while his fingers buried inside of you.
you bit your lip in an attempt to stop your moans. "noona?" nam-gyu called, eyes staring up at you before frowning, "no, no, please, noona," he pleaded. "don't—no, please, let me hear you, pretty noona, please." he said, tongue moving quicker in an attempt to make you moan louder. "fuck."
nam-gyu's ear perked at the slipped whine from you, adding to his eagerness to make you moan more. "yes, yes, there it is." he sucked harshly, "that's right, noona, all for me," he said, adding another finger inside you, making your face scrunch up in pleasure.
his drool mixed with your slick surrounded his mouth, a few streaks dripping down to his neck. "i missed this cunny, i missed you, thank you, noona, don't leave me, okay?" he babbled, squelches loud as he ate you out, his other hand palming at his erection as he looked up at you.
yandere!choso who can't take his eyes off of you, whether it be during a lecture you two share or at one of sukuna's frat parties. he just wants you to be safe who could blame him?
yandere!choso who makes sure no one gets too comfortable around you, they could never get you the way he does after all. he threatens any guy who'd dare get close with you.
yandere!choso who watches and follows from afar, making sure you get back to your dorm unharmed. for "safety" reasons, he installs cameras throughout your dorm when you forget to lock your door one night, monitoring them frequently.
yandere!choso who admires you through these cameras he's set up, who thinks you look absolutely gorgeous even on your bad days. he notices everything about you, hes completely devoted to you.
yandere!choso who jerks off while he watches you shower through the cameras, sliding his cock up and down the pair of underwear he stole from you while he was in your dorm. he can't help himself, you look so good from this camera angle.
yandere!choso who builds up the courage to ask you out on a date to a nice restaurant after getting teased nonstop from geto and sukuna, to which you happily agree.
yandere!choso who becomes extra overprotective of you, snaking his arm around you at frat parties and pulling you closer to him anytime a guy shows interest in you. he takes you outside with him during his smoke breaks and lets you straddle his lap as he admires you.
yandere!choso who eats your pussy mean. "that's it, atta girl," he manages to get out while making a mess with his tongue on your puffy clit while he fingers you deep, looking up at you as you snake your hands through his hair.
yandere!choso who isn't afraid to fuck. hes got you bent over, thighs spread wide as he mercilessly bullies into your womb over and over. "fuckk.. pussy's so tight.. squeezing me so good," he moans in your ear as he goes impossibly deeper, drilling his fat mushroom tip to the hilt.
yandere!choso who wants to make you his, "shit.. im gonna knock you up- make you a mommy, bet you'd like that huh? wan' me to fill your womb up with my load?" he whispers in your ear as he continues to slide his fat cock in and out of your slick pussy, groaning in satisfaction as he snakes his arm around your stomach to press on the belly bulge his cock is giving you.
yandere!choso who uses his other hand to slide two fingers into your mouth, sliding them all around your tongue as a lubricant before he moves them in circles around your puffy clit, "you're close aren't you? come on, ngh.. cum around my cock.. i'll fill you up so good," he moans in your ear as your pussy flutters around his twitching cock, spasming and squeezing it.
yandere!choso who fills his cock to the hilt, hips stuttering and head thrown back as he fills your womb to the brim with his warm, sticky cum, "nghh.. oh fuck! that's it- take it alll, im gonna make sure this takes," he swears as he stays put deep in your womb, leaning forward and panting heavily as his cock continues to let out spurts of cum deep inside you.
yandere!choso who runs you a hot bath afterwards, cleaning your body gently and running his fingers through your scalp with your favorite shampoo. he gets in with you afterwards, letting you cockwarm him as you return the favor of washing his hair.
Finally, my brain hath decided— an actual Yan Eclipse except this is set a bit faaaar into the future where Yan Sun and Yan Moon have become separated too (Ruin doesn’t end up happening in the AU since it’s Princess Quest Ending adjacent)
A/n: Sorry this ain't the Chernabog Reader continuation. But their dorm song made me want to write about my fave dorm. Been working on this for a month.
Posting this on anime drop day. Listen to the song on loop while reading this with the lyrics in mind on you and our Hearts bois dynamic, I know I will.
Pairing: Yandere!Heartslabyul x GN!Student!Reader
CW: 18+ MDNI DARK CONTENT INSIDE. Yandere themes/AU/ my attempt at yandere in general. AGED UP COLLEGE AU! Mostly headcannon stuff. And some NSFW ones.
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Obedience is ABSOLUTE.
The Crimson Tyrant and his loyal card soldiers.
From the moment you accidentally get summoned to another world full of magic after getting railed over by the horse-drawn carriage holding that enchanted coffin, your fate was already sealed before this journey even began.
To Night Raven College, an actual college for mages.
Despite your magicless soul not aligning with the main seven dorms and being cast out into Ramshackle Dorm along with the other magicless folk; the Yuu squad they're called, along with their direbeast Grim.
You became a special exception like them, with Headmaster Dire Crowley letting you stay on the condition of working under him, your very admission being paid through by your diligent assistance under his oh so kind guidance.
Through course work and tending to matters around campus alongside the prefects ergo the Yuu squad, you attracted the attention of those who would soon become your most closest friends turned —
MATES.
Getting close to your fellow freshman; Ace Trappola and Deuce Spade, during your first few classes together got them to invite you to sit with them at their group's usual hang out spot on campus during breaks between courses.
From there, they introduce you to their juniors and doormates; Trey Clover and Cater Diamond. And at the head of the group, the redheaded dorm leader; Riddle Rosehearts.
Instant sparks of connection come to life between you and them. Your very aura drew them in like moths to a flame.
You, their curious rabbit, getting lost in their trimmed hedged rose mazes.
You are their lovely rose they wish to paint red in their signature dorm color.
Invited to their tea parties along with the prefects and Grim sooner than you realized. Being giddy at seeing the pink flamingos and baby hedgehogs they tend to. Them even teaching you how to play croquet. Their encouragement and enthusiasm made you feel so at ease, content ... perhaps even the place where you belong.
Ace; the energetic and organized guy that he is, loves showing off for you, whether playing card tricks to get your praise and attention or to make sure your shared snacks get balled up and stashed away from his housewarden and professors' sight.
Ace is the most blunt guy of the group, but he does reel it back in guilt if he says something that hurts your feelings. He'll make it up to you right away by taking you down to Foothill Town for a bite or two.
"Okay, okay, sheesh, don't take it so seriously! Tell you what, I'll make it up to you. A night on the town, you and me! I promise you won't regret it~"
Deuce is not the smartest egg of the group, but he's a sincere and earnest hardworker. But your heart sways when his former gangster side creeps out now and then to threaten any bastard that dares lay their hand on you for whatever reason. You're also his favorite study buddy.
Your encouragement, praise, and doting make the aspiring scholar be a dopey grinning fool. He's more than up for taking you for a ride on his newly obtained Magical Wheel.
"Hang on tight to me, Y/n! Don't let go ... ever ... uh I don't want you to fall is what I meant! The rush, the speed, it's an experience I wanna share with you! Here we go!"
Cater loves showing you off on his Magicam photo op tours. Prepare for lots of selfies. The cafes and shops in Foothill Town he takes you to frequently after courses finish for the day and you both are free. He also buys you a cheap affordable smartphone if you don’t have one; not having one is a crime in his book.
His tags for his posts with you in them are always praising you and your natural beauty. You can always count on Cater to be quite quirky and upbeat, lifting your spirits should you ever be down in the dumps. Especially when he personally calls you Y/n-chan, it always makes your heart skip a beat.
"Aw, you're so adorable, you know that~? Hey Y/n-chan~ Want a front row seat to the Pop Music Club's next performance? Kalim and Lilia are hoping to see you there ... so do I. It'd make me really happy~"
Trey has dubbed you his personal taste taster. Seeing the pleased faces of his dorm mates whenever they partake in his baked goods. But the moment you first tried some yourself when you were first invited over to their dorm made him feel unimaginable pride and joy.
But you are not spared from his mother-hen side when it comes to dental hygiene. If his dorm mates have to put up with it, you are too, considering you visit their dorm so often. That didn't stop him from preparing fresh treats as gifts for you in neatly wrapped packages and baskets. He's a reliable guardian of the group, you included.
"Sorry if I come off as too much. I just want you to be in good health. We all do. I'm grateful to you, looking out for Ace and Deuce so much. I know they can be a handful. Truly, you have my thanks."
Riddle is the fiercest of the five. Adhering to the strictness of rules more than anything, but still a knowledgeable and gifted mage that's willing to help tutor you should you ask for it. And yet, the intimacies of another is new territory for him he never thought possible due to the kind of character that he is. But you and your softness, sweetness, and genuineness have made this thorny dorm head lower his guard and let you in, becoming gentle with you when managing his known short fuse temper, inviting you to their Unbirthday parties more and taking strolls with you through the rose gardens.
But he can be stern with you when it comes to adhering to the rules of campus life. Especially when you enter his dorm due to spending so much time with his kouhai. Albeit, he's lenient with you for the most part. You're the strawberry tart of his eye.
"Should you have any trouble, academic or otherwise, please don't hesitate to reach out. You are always welcome at Heartslabyul. You are our honorary member, after all. My favorite rose."
But with the ties of close friendship there comes —
PROTECTIVENESS.
Ace and Deuce stay close to you the most out of the five as they meet up with you, Grim and the Yuu squad often out on Main Street leading up to the main NRC castle building. They flock to either side of you as they argue and ramble with Grim and each other for the most part, you being used to the Ace Deuce combi at this point. But they act as your buffers and bodyguards just as much as friends. Especially if some annoying threats come your way, whether they be fellow students or otherwise ...
"Okay, shall we help our poor helpless one here, Deuce-kun~?"
"Of course, Ace-kun. I'm looking forward to it."
Trey's knowing gaze watching you from afar paired with Cater keeping tabs on you through the lively Magicam posts, forums and group chats in case word of you pops up should you ever be lost or get caught up in something you shouldn't. He also made sure you exchange contact info with all of them just in case. They are your trustworthy senpai, after all.
Although their group chat of texts and messages were mostly checking up on you, your health, your schedule, your free time. All get brought up. Amidst their talks of classes, clubs, and more.
These four beseech their dorm head's instructions to safeguard you should any misfortune come your way. Like getting caught up in others’ troubles. The student body of NRC can be quite devious as well as rowdy when crossed for whatever reason, however small. Especially some of the other dorm heads.
And no magic means self defense for you, even if you're not well trained. So yes, the Yuu squad helps train you. Ace, Deuce, Jack, Epel, Ortho and a reluctant Sebek do too. Freshmen gotta stick together, after all.
Of course, when things don't go to shit, they each show off for you. For your fellow freshmen, they're more blatantly obvious in cocky arrogance when showing off. Even for the most mundane stuff like lifting heavy stuff, getting things for you, even handling Grim when he messes with you.
Deuce's track meets have him flushing with bashfulness at you cheering for him on the sidelines, showing off his lean muscles as they flex while he beats track records.
Ace is the same way when he invited you to watch his basketball practices and looks forward to you cheering him on in his games.
They do love showing off to their senpai and Riddle since they get invited to their games as well, as well as Grim and the Yuus, if they have the time to spare, so you're not alone in the cheer squad.
For the dorm head and the juniors, they're more subtle ... sorta.
Cater invited you to his band practices and shows, giving off flair as he jammed out with Kalim and Lilia, winking at you as he made sure you got front row seats. Of course the others get invites too.
"I'd like to dedicate this next number to you, Y/n-chan~! I'm going all out!"
Trey's scientific ventures in the botanical garden have him surprising you with by showing his latest discoveries he and Rook have made, including new ingredients for future recipes. And flowers.
“These are for you, and like you, can liven up any room. Wanna join me in the dorm kitchen and see what kind of concoctions we can cook up?”
Riddle lets you sit in on his horseback riding session, all while Sebek was fretting over Silver, the usually sleepyhead. Watching Riddle riding Vorpal while wearing his Equestrian attire like a dashing prince makes you swoon. He's patient with you as well, helping you and Vorpal get along, knowing how difficult his prideful horse can be when letting others be close. You both are surprised when Vorpal is taken by you, letting you brush the bridge of his nose and pet his mane as well.
"You still find ways to surprise me, Y/n. Vorpal is rarely that welcoming to anyone. He truly likes you ... and he's not the only one, I assure you. Very much so."
But underneath those growing bonds, there lies the firm straight line between friendship and companionship. One none of them have crossed yet. As friends and secretly your protectors, none want to tarnish this wonderful treasure you've cultivated with them all. The very thought of your REJECTION —
While you have gotten along with the other dorms and their friends have become yours in turn, they're still wary of you slipping through their fingers and fancying others. Something they CANNOT allow.
Your feelings for them steadily grew and changed over the course of that first year. But seeing them perform during the Blazing Jewels live event with the other dorms to the open public made you fall for them like nothing ever before. Their black and gold bejeweled outfits and makeup brought out their already existing allure.
Despite the lyrics being about their dorm's way of life; the loyal card soldiers and their worthy leader, your wandering desires had you believing those lyrics were directed at you.
"Yes, your Majesty. My pleasure, my Queen."
You swore their gazes could find you amidst the hundreds of cheering fans waving their magic pen designed light sticks with the color red overtaking the coliseum. Their voices blending so gloriously, their choreography being smooth,
The after party celebrating a rousing success of a concert turned encore have you beelining straight for backstage to the tired yet glowing groups with Grim and the Prefects, gushing over their performances. Your praise and adoration for your Hearts bois come with hugs. They then lead you somewhere more private as confessions come bubbling to the surface. Mutual ones, at that.
For them all to be on the same wavelength as you with them admitting you were the inspiration for their song, revealing their hearts’ true desires for you. For them being such a tight knit group of close friends, they're willing to share. You were enticed with having all five cute guys in your favor.
But with such devotion and affection, it can all easily become like that of Overblot, embracing the —
POSSESSION.
From that night onwards, after having made your intentions loud and clear, your friendships became relationships. Very sinful ones.
Now, Riddle has a boatload of mommy issues. Where she instilled discipline and fear to keep him in control like the collars his unique magic entail, your soothing nature of affection and praise made his heart swell and mend itself.
He puts a newly picked white rose above your ear, gently pulls you down, getting you on your knees between his legs as he sits in his regal chair before he pries down his pants enough to pull out his heat, needing your touch.
He bites on his gloved hand to muffle his festering moans as you bob your head up and down his shaft, his free gloved hand wringing through your hair in firm tugs to bring you closer. Your tongue flattens, your throat slackens, and you drool all over him as you worship your Queen while he feeds you his cum.
"The Queen of Hearts had a devoted King by her side. As a temporary ruler acting in her spirit of strictness, I best adhere to that tradition … my Y/n … my loving King.”
Using food in foreplay with Trey is a must. The dorm kitchen being empty late at night has him spread some leftover apple pie and tarte Tatin all over your face, chest, and inner thighs as he has you spread out on the island counter, all for him to lap up.
He also dabbles in bondage play in his room. Adjustable wrist and ankle cuffs with hogtie connectors, keeping your legs apart as he puts you in a mating press with your hands bound to your front and your chest and lower region exposed.
He makes sure you're well cleaned up by his wandering mouth before carrying you to the bathroom, giving you a warm scented bath, hair and body thoroughly washed, giving you some spare clothes of his to sleep in as you crash in his room while he cleans up the kitchen; the dutifully vice housewarden that he is.
“You truly are the sweetest treat I've ever tasted. Don't worry. It's okay to be yourself around us. We wanna make sure you're well taken care of.”
Cater communicates to you head on, reading the atmosphere, no longer tip-toeing around the obvious sexual tension between you. You both take risque photos together, ones he doesn't intend to put on Magicam.
His unique magic also has him and his fellow dupes engaging you in quite many foreplay setups. You clad in cute outfits he made himself or bought in town, you were his photogenic muse. Having all those cocks pressed all over your quivering needy body~
Even when he streams on his phone or on his computer, yes, he'd have you pleasuring him with your hands and mouth off screen, dragging it out for the entire stream, able to keep his usual grin up as his thighs squeezed your cheeks while he stuffed your face.
“You look even cuter this way~ Makes me think you oughta be a Cam star someday. Then again, some beauties ought to be kept hidden from the world, just for our viewing pleasure~”
Now the A–Deuce Combo applies to this development as well. Tag teaming. One of them has you deep throating them up front on your hands and knees while the other rubs their length right in between your trembling ass cheeks. Then they switch spots.
Their calloused hands gained from sports makes your skin even more sensitive from their caresses, whether it's them cupping your cheeks to kiss you head on or to stimulate your already gushing spot between your thighs.
Either way, it always ends with you pressed up between them. You stroking their cocks all to have their semen mark you as theirs, glowing in their deviously gorgeous eyes.
“Geez, you're squirting all over the place! Guess we turn you on that hard, huh? Not that we're complaining~ Right, Deuce-kun~?”
“A – Ace shut up! I — I mean, he's not entirely wrong … you're so … beautiful like this. I never want this sight, this feeling, to ever go away.”
Then again, you've never been put in a position where all five of them came at you at once. This relationship you have with them is special and you were taking things as best you can at your own pace.
But then came the day things had changed.
OBSESSION.
An unruly bunch of students recently started harassing you because you were easy enough prey in their eyes. You beeline straight for the magic gate entrance littered with card symbols. Your safe haven.
Riddle could sense it in the air the moment you come out of the gate entrance with your pursuers right on your heel, tearing at your hair and uninform, their grabby hands on your body. He practically growls as he fiercely orders his loyal card soldiers to the forefront. Trouble has come knocking.
Rule 63 comes into play from instinct.
The hither-and-thither penalty now in full effect.
Those who anger the Queen in court must run through a maze with card soldier in pursuit. The entire Heartslabyul student body isn't dispatched.
Riddle's control over said maze make the configurations shift and change with ease, pathways opening and closing, dead ends trapping such skittering mice from escaping his wrath.
No matter the time of day, this self regulated dorm is his to command as faculty don't get involved in dorm related matters.
The dorm's realm goes from bright to storming gray to match his deadly aura right now as you run through the labyrinth in the hopes of losing your righteous chasers.
The path you're currently on leads you before the dorm building itself, collapsing straight into the protective arms of Ace and Deuce as their fellow dorm mates surround your attackers. You have never seen such twisted furry on your guys faces. Until now.
Doodle Suit altering the roses in the pathway to be made of metal, cutting into your pursuers limbs, blood shed staining their uniforms.
"I don't appreciate having one of our own being targeted like this. You better be prepared for what comes next ... severely."
Split Card help add Cater dupes to your guys' numbers in their onslaught against these invaders. All his lookalikes shared the same eerie, smiling look that sent chills up their spines.
"We're not big fans of those that invade our turf ... and messing with our precious kouhai was your biggest mistake."
Bet the Limit comes in handy as Deuce absorbs the magic blasts sent his way in his efforts to protect you, getting his fists ready for some one hit KOs.
"You hurt Y/n. And for that, you better be ready to grit your teeth, you fucking bastards!"
Joker Snatch has Ace copying his opponents and even his dormmates' unique spells to dish back out at the jittery bunch of fools, with bitter enjoyment, choke full of utter spite.
"How cowardly do you gotta be, making our little rabbit your prey? How pathetic ... who's the one being hunted now?!"
Neutralizing the threat with optimal precision on his quick casting of all elemental spells, utilizing his unique spell with such fueled up rage, had heads literally roll on the maze grounds.
"You dare lay your hands on our precious rose?! Such uncouth uninviting conduct deserves the worst verdict. The sentence? OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!"
Cuts, bruises, and red littered the now unconscious bodies on the ground as their garden got tarnished in the process. Your lovers still trembled from the rage they just unleashed. While committing full-on manslaughter wasn't off the table, their restraint stood firm.
Riddle overlooked their violation of the rules of fighting in school for their own personal gain this time around due to your safety in all this. If they were gonna commit such a heinous act, they wouldn't dare let you witness it and be traumatized even further. At this point, discipline was served.
It's kind of a daze for you over what followed after. Coach Vargas dragged the naysayers away to one of their infirmary rooms with help from Sam. Professor Trein and Crewel listened to the guys' claims that they were acting in self defense of you and their dorm. Your unsettled injured self was proof enough.
Ace and Deuce took you to the other infirmary room; this college was big enough for two, watching you be tended to gently by the healing mage stationed there, giving you reassuring hand squeezes and hugs to comfort you after that terrifying experience.
Reuniting with the others after you get released from the nurse, Cater's suggestion for a pajama party has you all crashing in his bedroom. Riddle's hopes of cheering you up has him willingly going along with this course of action.
The floor drowns in endless blankets, sheets, pillows, and plushies. Seeing them each in their own distinctive sleepwear makes you turn to mush. Trey supplies the snacks. Ace brings on the card games. Cater streams movies. Deuce and Riddle give you the most cuddles. You sleep and awake in entangled limbs, comforted by their soft breathing and warmth.
The injured students were disbanded from the school in the following days on grounds of expulsion for their misconduct. Riddle was quite persistent and Crowley did not want to deal with any more headaches.
The idea of celebrating over such a thing seemed bonkers. But be served Marron tarts, milk tea with honey, lemonade without the honey, painted red roses, pink flamingos, cute hedgehogs, with you clad in their traditional dorm colors in fine flowing attire, how could you refuse?
The idea of taking you to the Queendom of Roses during college break formed in their heads like a hive mind. Seemed like the best idea for a vacation trip together. Watching you back to your bright giddy self frolicking and twirling in their restored rose garden, dancing with steps mixed up with bluff, it made their hearts soar.
Ending the night with them shedding off your pretty clothes in place of draping you in RED ribbons. And only that. Your wrists, ankles, every inch of you, wrapped up like the perfect present for five loving, doting mages.
Ten wandering possessive hands. Five heated dicks filling your mouth, in between your ass cheeks, rubbing all over your sensitive spots. Your supple sweet self, letting out such soft moans and mewls, had them all busting their nuts.
From then on, they make sure at least one of them is with you. On the way to classes. Outside of classes. Out in town.
And any who dares leave a hand on you again, let alone harms you again, the Queen's fiery rage will consume their flesh, bones, and souls.
With his dedicated loyal card soldiers at his side, all willing to make their knuckles BLEED and burn their magic dry, only for you.
Should you have had any hopes or desires of ever returning to your own world, they're dashed now. They're not planning on letting you out of their twisted thorny reach.
But if you choose to stay, if you have no intentions of ever going back there, if you truly wish to stay with them… even knowing their true emotions, their TRUE COLORS …
How could they ever refuse you?
The triumphant looks on their faces as you gave them the answer you all wished for, them flushing as you stick out your tongue behind a smile at them, your shared true nature seeping out like RED paint dye.
Their unshakable world where everything is as you wish, so long as you obey their rules in turn.
As the lined up cards wait to do as the voice commands — as you command alongside Riddle — all is right in your little shared world.
After some editing and decisions to cut some material from the fic (it may be posted later as a drabble or a part 2), I am proud to present, Mafia Yandere Hoseok and his precious.
yandere mafia au
19.4k words
pairing: Hoseok x reader
beta readers: @pennyellee and @chimchimsauce
“Precious,” his voice rang out through the building. “Darling, it’s time to come out now.”
She didn’t come out, choosing instead to press herself further back into her hiding place with her hand clamped over her mouth to stop any noise that might give away her position from slipping out.
“Aren’t you tired, precious?” he asked, his footsteps echoing. “Aren’t you ready to go home?”
His footsteps stopped and there was an agonizing moment of silence before he spoke again but it wasn’t to her. “Fan out. I want this place swept from top to bottom. Keep all the exits sealed.” He ordered, voice hard and demanding. “I don’t want her hurt. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.” the lackey acknowledged and there was quickly a series of orders fired off, directions on where everyone was to search.
“It’s okay, darling.” he spoke again, his tone completely different as he addressed her than when he was giving orders. “I’m not upset. I just want to make sure you’re safe.”
She could hear the heavy sounds of boots falling on concrete as his men spread out in search of her.
There weren’t a lot of places to hide in the warehouse. The building clearly wasn’t in use, and there was only a handful of abandoned crates and machinery to provide shelter. She was hidden behind a group of crates, holding her breath as his men started their search for her.
“You’ve been driving me crazy all day, not knowing where you were.” he chuckled, the sound half tired and half something else, something almost manic. She was pushing the limits of his patience. She knew that, but she still couldn’t bring herself to come out of her own accord. She’d work too hard for this opportunity to simply give herself up.
They both knew that she wasn’t getting away. He’d chased her down and cornered her here knowing full well it was a dead end. He wouldn't hurt her, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to let her slip away.
The sound of tactical boots was closer to her now. They were slowly but surely closing in on her, methodically going over every inch of the warehouse in search of her hiding spot.
It was a small miracle she’d even gotten this far. No, he never hurt her, but security around her was tight, ensuring that she stayed safely tucked away right where he wanted her. She was always right where he wanted her.
It was infuriating, and somehow his seeming lack of anger made it all the worse. No matter what she did, he had a seemingly endless supply of patience. She could spit in his face, and he’d still smile at her like it was all a game. Even now as she pushed every boundary set for her, he didn’t seem angry. He seemed tired, worried even, but not angry.
The crate she was hiding behind shifted, and an unfamiliar face peered down at her.
“Sir, we’ve found her!” He shouted before turning his attention back to her. “Ma’am.” He tilted his head respectfully, holding out a hand to help her up.
She didn’t take it, not even as she heard the others rapidly approaching.
“Precious.” he breathed a sigh of relief and a smile stretched across his features as she came into view.
Immediately she was pulled up and out of her crouched position as he crushed her to his chest, his fingers tangling into her already messy hair. There was no space between them as he held her close, as though he was frightened she’d slip through his fingers again or disappear altogether.
“There you are.” he murmured into her hair before pulling back so he could get a good look at her face, a smile spreading across his lips as he took her in. “You had me worried sick.”
She pulled back and stared at him silently, unsure how to proceed or what he was going to do next.
Tenderly, he pushed back the hair obscuring her features, taking in the dirt and dust that had settled over her face and clothes over the course of her adventures with disapproval. “Let’s get you home, darling.”
Hoseok scooped her up, keeping her close to his chest as he strode towards the exit to where the car was waiting to take them back to her gilded cage.
Y/N had to wonder as he carried her how she had gotten herself into this predicament in the first place.
It had all started with a funeral
Y/N stared at herself in the mirror trying to figure out how she was going to hide the marks littered across her neck and collarbones for the funeral. She couldn’t very well show up to her own brother’s funeral looking like she’d just gotten her back blown out. She was fairly impressed by the heart shaped hickey resting on the outer edge of her collarbone though. It was cute in its own way even if it would be a bitch to hide.
She eventually settled on a high-necked black dress. It had elbow length sleeves to accommodate for the warming spring weather, but the high neck hid the worst of the marks along her collarbones. The rest residing on her neck she could cover with makeup. The ones littering her thighs and hips would thankfully be kept a well hidden secret underneath her dress.
She was only in the city to arrange and attend the funeral. She’d moved away for college and hadn’t looked back. Kai, on the other hand, had stayed and thrived in the less savory part of the city. He’d already been caught up in it when they were teenagers and had only gotten more entrenched as time had gone by until it had finally caught up with him.
Y/N had gotten a call from one of her brother’s friends last week to let her know that Kai had been shot. Y/N had immediately packed a bag and gotten in the car. By the time she’d made it to the city, Kai was gone.
His friends had graciously offered her a place to stay while she arranged the funeral, but she had declined in favor of staying with a friend of her own who lived in the city. As kind as the offer had been, she didn’t want to have any more contact than needed with her brother’s friends. They were a mix of boys she remembered from her teenage years and new faces, but she knew well enough that they were all at least partially entrenched in the same life that had gotten her brother killed.
Staring at her neck as she began to apply careful layers of concealer, Y/N was struck again by the thought that a one night stand the night before her brother’s funeral probably hadn’t been her wisest idea. Hana had thought a night out would help get her mind off of everything. Y/N hadn’t thought that she’d intended for the night out to lead to mind-blowing sex and end with her sneaking out of one of the most gorgeous apartments she’d ever seen. Y/N was choosing to blame the lack of judgement on the mix of grief and vodka.
Y/N managed to cover her hickies for the most part. They at least wouldn’t be obvious to anyone at a passing glance. She didn’t really want anyone at the funeral thinking she was a whore even if her actions the previous night had been decidedly slutty.
The funeral itself went much as any funeral did, and then Y/N was left to deal with the seemingly endless throng of people coming to give their condolences. Most of them she knew to be Kai’s friends and associates. The roughened and scarred knuckles and the tattoos peeking out from beneath collars and shirt sleeves all but confirmed it. Kai had some of those same tattoos. She may not have seen or talked to Kai often over the past few years, but she recognized some of those tattoos.
The entire affair was exhausting. Y/N was sick to death of people telling her they were sorry for her loss. She almost thought she might scream if she heard it one more time. When her eyes fell on the newest arrival, she thought she might scream for an entirely different reason.
Her eyes had first been drawn to him because of the odd hush that had fallen over the space. All eyes had gone to him, not just hers, and for good reason. He had an intimidating aura, a presence that demanded respect. He was shrouded in a pair of dark slacks and a dark button down which had been generously unbuttoned to show off a glimpse of his chest. The jacket that was meant to go with the ensemble was stylishly draped over his shoulders, and gold flashed at his neck and his wrist. All eyes were on him as he made his way over to where she was standing. His making his way to her wasn’t wholly surprising. She was, after all, the only family member for anyone to pass on their condolences to. She’d heard dozens of half hearted apologies for her loss already, but this man didn’t seem the least bit grieved to be there. The expression on his face was more bored than anything else.
She kept her eyes on him as he approached, analyzing him. He was tall but not too tall. His build was all lean muscle like a dancer's would be, and he moved with the same grace one would expect of a dancer. The sharp planes of his face combined with his dark hair and his build to make a rather impressive figure overall- one that was undeniably handsome and a little intimidating.
She wasn’t the only person in the room that seemed to find him thus. Everyone else held themselves still and quiet as they watched him in a mix of respect and apprehension. She did as well, but with a distinct nausea thrown into the mix as well.
He stopped in front of her, reaching out a slender hand to take hers into his own, her own hand engulfed in his grip as he smiled at her. It was an oddly heart shaped expression though the joy that one would typically associate with a smile wasn’t there. It didn’t meet his eyes, and those, she found, were cold and dead like a shark’s.
The hands she had shaken all throughout the day were rough and calloused, and most of the suits that she had seen were ill-fitting, nothing like the impeccable fit of the man who stood before her. The man who now faced her was something wholly different, and she couldn't quite place how he had known her brother. Kai had been fairly low in the ranks as far as she had been aware. This man with his elegant hands and designer clothes didn’t seem like a follower. He didn’t sit low in the rank of anything if she had to take a guess. This was a man who wielded a fair amount of power. Worse than that, he was the man she had spent last night with, and he was looking at like the cat who had caught the canary.
“Hello again, precious.” he purred, and a cold sweat broke out across the back of her neck as she felt all the blood drain from her face. He had yet to release her hand, stroking his thumb across her knuckles.
“Hoseok.” she whispered his name, still unsure how he had come to be here but becoming increasingly nauseated by the possibilities of why.
He pouted, lips turned down at her lackluster response. “That’s all I get after last night?”
Her eyes widened, lips parted in shock at the blatant mention of their previous activities. “Hoseok!” she hissed, ripping her hand from his as her eyes frantically darted around the room to see if anyone had heard him.Unfortunately, most eyes in the room were glued to the two of them, and she could only assume they were all straining to hear what was being said as well.
“I was so upset to find my bed empty this morning, precious.” He sighed, rolling his shoulders back. “But how lucky I am to find you here! It must be fate!”
Lips set in a grim line, Y/N reached out and snatched his wrist, all but dragging him from the hall in an effort to get him away from the watchful eyes of the congregated mourners.
“What are you doing here?” she hissed, dropping his wrist as though it had burned her as soon as they were outside of the funeral hall and away from the prying eyes and listening ears within.
“I can’t be here to see you?” He asked flirtatiously.
“It’s a funeral.” she deadpanned.
Y/N took a fortifying breath, squaring her shoulders as he met his eye with the best mask of indifference she could muster despite the war of emotions raging within. She didn’t want him there, but she didn’t need to let him know how much seeing him was truly bothering her.
“What are you doing here?” She repeated.
Hoseok arched a brow, taken aback by her cold reception of him. Hoseok wasn’t normally one for sleepovers, but it had bothered him to wake up that morning without her in his bed. He’d enjoyed their night together, and he’d thought she had too if the multiple orgasms were anything to go by. Panic followed by cold indifference was not the reaction he had been expecting from her, but he hadn’t been expecting to see her at one of his rival’s funerals either. He wasn’t complaining about the turn of events though. If anything, he was intrigued.
“I’ve come to pay my respects to the recently deceased.”
Her expression became even colder as she took in that information. It was confirmation of everything she had feared he was when he’d walked through the door.
“How did you know my brother?” She asked, staring him down with the best intimidating stare she could muster much to Hoseok’s continued amusement.
“Kai and I moved in similar circles.” He admitted nonchalantly. “Though I didn’t know he had such a delicious sister.”
Her jaw ticked in irritation. “Stop that.”
“Stop what, precious?”
“Implying things.”
Hoseok grinned, a wide toothy expression filled with an almost malicious glee. “It’s not an implication if you know, and I do know you, darling- quite intimately.” He leaned in so that they were cheek to cheek, his next words whispered into the shell of her ear. “I can still taste you on my tongue.”
Y/N flinched back, her cheeks reddening and her nostrils flaring as she tamped down her temper. “Of all the vile vulgar things to say. This is a funeral for god’s sake.”
His grin widened. “We could always talk about this more privately- back at my place.”
Y/N stared at him for a moment, trying to figure out how much audacity someone had to have to try to seduce someone at a funeral or how stupid they had to be.
She huffed out a sigh, shifting her weight from foot to foot. Her heels had been painfully digging into her toes for the better part of an hour, and she had no patience to deal with this man and his blatant propositions.
“Are you absolutely insane? Have you lost your mind?” She asked, taking a step forward into his space much to his surprise. “This is a funeral. Worse, this is my brother’s funeral. Whatever momentary lapse of judgment I had last night- whatever mix of vodka and grief led me to the horrendously bad decision of sleeping with you is done. It’s over. I will not be repeating that particular mistake again. Now would you kindly leave?” She asked, tilting her head to the side. “I am trying to grieve in peace.”
Hoseok stared at her, taking a moment of his own to take in the woman who stood before him. She was red-eyed and irritable, and yet he found her as enchantingly beautiful as he had the night before when he’d taken her to his bed- perhaps even more so now as he was the subject of her ire.
He laughed, a full bodied high pitched laugh that did nothing to settle her nerves or lessen her anger.
“Precious, you are something else.” he spoke through the last of his laughter.
“Are you going to leave?” She asked, crossing her arms under her chest. “Or should I have you thrown out?”
“I’m Jung Hoseok, darling.”
He said it as though it were the most obvious thing in the world, as though she should already know what that meant and the implications thereof.
Y/N stared at him for a second as though that was supposed to mean anything to her before letting out a scoffed sardonic laugh of her own. “I don’t really care who you are. This is still my brother’s funeral, and I don’t want you here.” She shrugged. “So thank you for coming, but you’re not wanted here.” She gestured lazily towards the exit as she spoke, trying her best to convey to the man, who she was beginning to think was more than a little thick , just where she wanted him to go.
The smile on his lips froze in place, a muscle in his cheek twitching as he took in her words. “Excuse me?”
She smiled, the expression mirroring his own shark-like grin as she leaned in, mirroring his earlier move. “The dick wasn’t that good anyway.” She whispered into his ear before backing away, smile still in place. “Thank you for coming, but you can go now.”
“Precious…”
“You can go now.” she repeated, dead serious as she stared him down.
He tongued his cheek, scoffing as he glanced away for a moment before returning his sharp gaze to her.
“If you came for seconds, there is nothing left for you here.” She interjected before he could say anything. “Lights out, doors closed.”
Hoseok stared at her, his retort dead on his tongue as she gazed at him expectantly. No one spoke to Jung Hoseok that way, least of all the women that he took to his bed, but here she was staring at him like he was the dirt beneath her shoe. Hoseok could barely picture her as the same woman who had been writhing beneath him in the throes of pleasure just a few mere hours before. This wasn’t the woman whom he’d littered with love bites as he’d made her cum over and over again. That woman had been inviting and enchanting. She’d been more than eager to submit to him. The woman before him now was just as enchanting, but she was cold as ice as she deigned to banish him from the funeral all together. There was nothing submissive about her, and Hoseok didn’t think he’d ever been more turned on in his life.
As he stood there contemplating the fact that his pants were suddenly a little bit tighter than would be considered comfortable, Y/N had already begun to move away from him, intent on returning to the funeral hall and leaving him behind without so much as a glance back in his direction.
His hand shot out, quick as a snake, to grab her by the wrist. His hold was tight but not bruising as he pulled her back into his orbit, eyes fixed on her a kind of adoring awe that made the uneasy feeling in her stomach once more develop into fullblown nausea.
“Precious,” he began, his voice a purr. “That’s not very nice of you- especially not when we got along so well last night.”
He held back a smile as he watched her lips purse in irritation.
“Get your hands off of me.” She grumbled, attempting to push his hand from its position gripped against her wrist.
Instead of releasing her, as she so clearly wanted him to do, Hoseok proceeded to pull her even closer, his free arm moving to wrap itself around her waist until he had her almost flush against him.
“I don’t appreciate disrespect, darling.” He cooed, fingers intimately splayed across her waist. “You’ll learn that with time.”
“I told you to get your hands off me.” she hissed, struggling against his hold.
“You liked my hands on you last night.” He pointed out with a grin stretched wide across his features.
“That is not the point!”
Hoseok shrugged, smirk still playing on his lips. “I think it is.”
“You’re despicable. This is a funeral.” She huffed, giving up her struggle as she came to the morbid realization that she wasn’t going to get out of his grip if he didn’t want her to. His hold was like steel, unmoveable, and yet surprisingly gentle.There was no intent to harm her in it, only to keep her close.
“We could have done this this morning if you hadn’t run off. A bouquet by the bedside. Breakfast in bed. Morning sex.” His smile was teasing as he waggled his brows at her suggestively.
“I don’t want any of that with you.”
“You wound me, precious.”
She huffed out a frustrated breath, once more pushing against his hold in an attempt to get him to release her. “I’m about to if you don’t let me go.”
“Have dinner with me.”
Y/N froze, all thought leaving her head as she tried to process what he’d just said. It seemed too ridiculous a thing for him to actually have said. “I’m sorry. What?”
“Have dinner with me.”
It sounded equally as ridiculous the second time.
“You must be out of your fucking mind.”
“Only for you, precious.”
Y/N gave one last hard shove, and Hoseok released her, allowing her to take several stumbling steps back as she tried to compose herself, her mind whirring with the insanity of his proposal. Last night had been a mistake. She had already admitted that to herself. She just hadn’t thought that it would have such an array of consequences. Nothing had prepared her for a clingy one night stand, let alone one that ran in the same less than legal circles as her own brother.
As she straightened out her dress and hair, both disheveled from her time in his arms, Y/N made the mental note never to drink anything mixed with vodka ever again.The aftereffects simply weren’t worth it.
“I think you should go.”
“Excuse me?” Hoseok’s head tilted to the side like an inquisitive dog as though he was trying to figure out if he had heard her correctly or not.
Y/N rolled her shoulders back, holding her head high as she stared him down. “Leave. You aren’t wanted here.”
His grin took on a sharklike quality as she spoke, all sharp edges with no real humor behind the expression. “No one speaks to me like that, precious.”
“Maybe they ought to.” She sniffed primly, a cold mask of indifference shifting into place despite the unease that he sparked within her.
“That’s not very nice, precious.”
“You’ve done nothing to deserve nice, and stop calling me that! I’m not your anything, let alone your precious.” she sniffed, disdain dripping from every word.
“Oh, I disagree.” He purred, expression still vaguely predatory as he sauntered closer to her, closing the distance between them. “I think you’re very precious, sweetheart. Maybe the most precious thing there is.”
“Despicable.” She spat, slapping his hand away as he moved to brush away one of the errant tendrils of her hair.
Hoseok straightened, squaring his shoulders and fixing the lapels of his suit. “I’ll leave you to grieve in peace, precious, but I’ll be seeing you soon.”
“I hope not.”
He reached out a slender hand, taking one of hers in his and raising it to his lips brushing a gentle kiss against her knuckles.
She yanked her hand back as soon as his lips made contact with her skin, hiding the offending limb in her skirts.
Hoseok chuckled, a smooth rich sound that carried all the mirth his previous smile had not. “Until next time, precious.”
Y/N didn’t wait for him to speak again. Instead she turned on her heel, heading back towards the funeral hall with a staunch refusal to sneak a glance backwards to see if he was still there. The prickling sensation of eyes on the back of her neck told her all she needed to know on that account.
No sooner had Y/N re-entered the funeral hall thanSuho, one of the friends of her brother’s she actually did know, came up to her brows furrowed with concern as he scanned her from head to toe as though trying to assure himself she wasn’t hurt in any way which was odd, but she shoved that thought to the back of her head. It by far wasn’t the strangest thing to happen that day.
“Suho.” She smiled tiredly, allowing the man to hug her. “Thank you for coming.”
He didn’t respond, releasing her from the hug and grabbing her by the arm to drag her away from prying ears. “You need to leave.”
“What?”
Suho sighed impatiently, moving them both towards the exit as he did. “I don’t know why Jung Hoseok was here or how you know him, but you need to leave.”
“Jung Hoseok?” Her brows furrowed quizzically. “He said he was an associate of Kai’s. I don’t particularly like him, but he’s already gone. Not much he can really do to disrupt things now.”
Suho grimaced at that, practically pushing her out the door into a side hallway. “Jung Hoseok is not our associate. He’s not our friend, and he’s certainly not our ally.”
That caught her interest. “What do you mean?”
“I mean that he’s made it his personal mission in life to try to eradicate us.”
“You don’t mean…”
“I do.”
Y/N froze, her blood running cold as she processed the information. That man had been responsible for her brother’s death however directly or indirectly, and she had fucked him the day before the funeral.
Bile rose in her throat.
“Oh God.”
“I don’t like the way he was looking at you, Y/N.” Suho shook his head. “And then he let you drag him out. It wasn’t like him, and I don’t like that at all.” Y/N kept her lips pressed firmly together. There was no need to let Suho know how close to the truth he was on that count.
“If he’s responsible, why was he even here?” She questioned, her voice a hoarse whisper.
Suho’s frown deepened as he led her towards the building exit. “I don’t know. Maybe he was here to gloat. Whatever the reason was, I don’t like it, but I especially don’t like how interested he acted with you. Jung Hoseok doesn’t let anyone drag him around let alone look amused while they do it.”
After being escorted out of her own brother’s funeral, Y/N was ushered back to the relative safety of her friend’s apartment with strict instructions from Suho not to venture out unless it was absolutely necessary. Y/N thought he would have preferred for her to be out of the city entirely, but there were still things only she could do as Kai’s family and the beneficiary of his will.
She wasn’t entirely sure what Suho thought Hoseok would do to her if he caught her out and about unaccompanied, but she figured his imaginings were much different than what the reality would be. She got the impression that Hoseok was far less interested in hurting her than in a repeat of their first meeting. Suho didn’t need to know that though. She was perfectly happy to keep all the sordid details to herself. There was a chance that Suho’s predictions were correct, but she highly doubted it based on the ostentatious bouquet that had been delivered to her door the morning after the funeral with a card signed JHS. The flowers had promptly been deposited in the trash along with the card and the invitation to dinner it contained.
The myriad of marks along her body were finally beginning to fade much to her relief. She was running out of ways to keep them from view as she dealt with the legal aftermath of Kai’s death. Soon they would be entirely gone and with them the reminder of the man who left them, not that he was easy to forget. Oh no, Jung Hoseok was doing his best to be a thorn in her side even though she hadn’t set eyes on him since the funeral.
Bouquets and gifts arrived almost daily bearing with them invitations to dinner or drinks. One had been particularly bold- inviting her directly to a repeat performance of their first encounter. Every note was signed in the same quick decisive hand by JHS, and every single note, bouquet, and gift immediately found its way to the trash. She did have to admire his persistence as unwanted as it was. He was not a man to take no for an answer, but she wasn’t one to be so easily won over- especially not after learning that he was the reason that Kai was dead.
She wasn’t sure how delusional someone had to be to think they could woo someone whose brother they had killed, but she was sure that it had to be an unhealthy amount. One night of passion wasn’t enough to erase his sins and neither were the endless stream of gifts. Her thoughts on the matter didn’t stop the notes and gifts from coming though. Hana thought it was romantic, but Y/N knew better. To her it seemed less romantic and more obsessive, and that was not something she wanted to become entangled in. All she truly wanted was to tie up the loose ends that came with being the sole executor of her brother’s estate and return to the comfort of her own home and the safety of knowing that the city and the majority of its inhabitants were far away from her.
One of the inhabitants that she dearly wanted far away from her was Suho. Logically, she knew that he was trying to be helpful. She knew he was trying to do his part to take care of Kai posthumously through her, but he was annoying the shit out of her. Everywhere she went every appointment with lawyers she attended, Suho was right there with her.
Y/N was fully aware that it was a good thing that he was there. Most of Kai’s assets would be turned back over to Suho and the rest of their cohort. Y/N had no need of them and no want of them. Suho’s signatures were needed for the transfer of property, but she was sick of seeing his face every day. She was sick of him treating her like some sort of delicate flower- treating her like he didn’t know her at all when they’d known each other since they were children.
Kai and Suho had always been thick as thieves- the best of friends since the moment they’d met in the 3rd grade. They’d all been normal then, just kids, but people don’t stay kids forever. Suho and Kai entered middle school, and the tide began to turn. Suho started hanging out with a different crowd, and Kai followed right along after him like he always did the inseparable duo that they were. Kai was never quite the same after that.
While Suho had risen through the ranks of their burgeoning group, finding himself in a position of leadership, Kai had not reached such levels of success. He’d stayed firmly in the middle of the pack, a higher up of the lower ranking members of their gang as much of an oxymoron as that seemed. Y/N had always thought it was stupid that he’d thrown his life away for that, but it wasn’t her life, and she didn’t have much say in what her brother did. She never had. As the little sister she’d always been an afterthought, something that trailed along after Kai and his friends. Sure, he loved her, but it hadn’t been enough to stop him from following right after Suho even when she’d begged him not to.
By the time they were in their late teens, Y/N didn’t feel like she even knew who her brother was anymore, and she couldn’t help but blame Suho for that. She’d never been able to look at either boy the same way again. She still loved her brother, but she couldn’t be around him, not when she was so terribly certain that the path he was on would be his ruin.
Y/N went to college, and Kai, several years her senior, had remained doing his own thing. After college, she’d left the city, moved somewhere where she could try to forget that her brother was a criminal and the deteriorating state of their relationship with each other.
She hadn’t seen Kai in years before Suho had called her with the news, a difference in opinion on his life choices had kept them fairly separate. Kai had made his choices, and she had made hers, but it didn’t make the pain of his loss any less hard to bear. The pitying glances she would catch Suho sending her way didn’t help matters either. She didn’t need pity- least of all his.
She had just escaped Suho and the lawyers to find a moment of quiet and some much needed caffeine when she was met with something far more unpleasant than either Suho or the lawyers.
Y/N froze, tensing at the feel of the hand on her lower back. Even without looking, she had a sickening feeling she knew exactly who that hand belonged to.
“Stalking is a crime.” she sighed, her gaze shifting to the side to see if her suspicion had been correct.
It had.
“You’re a hard woman to get a hold of.” He sighed dramatically in turn. “All of my efforts met with silence. I’m starting to think you don’t like me.”
“I don’t.” she moved forward causing his hand to fall away. “Some people would have gotten the hint.”
Y/N steadfastly ignored the man as she stepped forward to the counter, ready to place her order and get on with her day- hopefully away from Hoseok. “One iced chai latte please.” she smiled at the barista as she started to grab her wallet from her bag only for an elegant hand to appear from the corner of her eye- a black amex extended and at the ready.
“We’ll take an iced Americano as well.”
“He’s not with me.” she snapped, glaring at him from the corner of her eye as she pulled out her own credit card.
Hoseok gently pushed her hard away, insisting the barista take his card instead.
“It’s the least I can do for my favorite girl.”
“We don’t know each other that well.”
Hoseok ignored her comment, choosing instead to place a hand on her back again and gently push her in the direction of where they were meant to wait for their drinks.
“You didn’t get my gifts?” he asked once they were out of earshot of the queue.
“I got them.”
“You didn’t like them?”
“I wasn’t a fan of the sender.” she shrugged, checking the time on her phone.
“That’s not very nice of you, precious.”
Y/N glanced up from her phone to find Hoseok staring at her with a hard expression- jaw tight with displeasure despite the smile on his face.
“How exactly did you expect me to respond?” she asked, crossing her arms under her chest.
“A little gratitude would be nice. Maybe a little adoration.”
The hair on the back of her neck stood up on end. His tone had an arrogant, condescending quality to it that set her teeth on edge. She fully turned to face him, shoulders pulled back and her lips set on a grim line.
“What exactly should I be grateful for? Your tendency to stalk? Your unwanted interest in me? Or the fact that you are the reason my brother is dead?”
Hoseok stared at her, knocked a little off balance by the cold rage in her eyes. He was used to people looking at him with varying levels of anger, but he wasn’t used to the women he showed interest in looking at him like that. He certainly didn’t want her looking at him like that. He definitely wanted her eyes on him but not with that expression. He much preferred the sultry look in her eye from their first meeting. That look had been nowhere to be found lately though.
Hoseok glanced away, tongue in cheek as he tried to reign in his temper- a dry laugh escaping him as he did.
“If you were anyone else, precious…”
“You would what?” she interrupted him. “Kill me?” she scoffed, rolling her eyes. “What would you do?”
Hoseok’s smile was sharp as he regarded her. “I already warned you that I’m not a patient man, precious. I’d be a little more careful if I were you.”
She shrugged, moving to take her drink from the counter. “It’s not like any of this matters anyway.”
That caught Hoseok off guard.
“How so?”
She shrugged again, and Hoseok’s jaw ticked in annoyance.
“Your obsessive stalker tendencies won’t last forever. I’m sure you’ll forget all about me and move on to the next unfortunate woman in no time.”
Hoseok’s posture relaxed slightly, his smile a little easier. “You’re unforgettable, darling.”
Y/N made a face.
“I’m sure distance will help the process along.” She smiled with as much grace as she could muster, which was admittedly not very much as she began to make her way to the door only for Hoseok to grab her arm, stopping her in her tracks.
“What do you mean distance will help?” he demanded.
Y/N grimaced in displeasure, trying to wrench her arm away but Hoseok held fast refusing to let her walk away.
“What do you mean?” he insisted.
She sighed deeply, fully turning to face him. “I don’t live in this city.” She started, keeping her tone even and slow as though explaining something to a child. “I will eventually-sometime soon- go home, and then we can both forget that we ever met each other, and you and Suho can go back to trying to tear each other to pieces without any involvement from me.”
Hoseok’s grip on her arm tightened, his expression taking on a pinched quality. “Forget each other?”
“What do you think happens when people no longer interact with each other?” She snapped, trying to wrench her arm out of his grip to no avail. “Will you let go?” She hissed in irritation when his grip held firm. “I have places to be, and you’re harassing me!”
Hoseok stared at her, stone faced except for the occasional irritated tick in the muscle of his jaw.
“What is wrong with you?” She gasped, finally giving up her struggles to level him with a glare.
“You can’t leave.” He stated, already moving towards the door with her in tow.
“What are you- What are you talking about?” the space between her brows furrowed in confused irritation as he pulled her along after him, not unlike how she’d pulled him out of the funeral. “Of course I can leave!”
“You can’t leave.” he repeated, completely serious.
“I don’t even live in this godforsaken city, and thank fuck for that!”
Hoseok stopped once they were outside the cafe, staring at her and, drinking in the frazzled irritated state she was in as his mind raced. He hadn’t anticipated her leaving. It hadn’t even crossed his mind that she would be leaving the city behind and with it, him.
He hadn’t been able to stop thinking about her since the morning he’d woken up alone. He wasn’t one to pine, but he’d made the choice to let the incredibly sexy woman from his club spend the night with him- something he never did- and had awoken to cold sheets and an empty bed. It hadn’t been an unusual circumstance. Hoseok never let his paramours spend the night in his bed, but he had wanted her to stay and had been more than a little upset that she’d slipped away like a thief in the night. It had been his incredible luck to find her later that same day- eyes red-rimmed and dressed in black but still as gorgeous as the night before. He’d already been planning on tracking her down. No one walked out on Jung Hoseok. It had been an act of fate running into her again, and he had no intention of letting her slip away twice. The only hiccup in his mind had been his association with the deceased, but it was a minor thing. They could easily move past it. They had a fate together.
He’d never felt like this about a woman before. She plagued his thoughts, waking and dreaming, and yet she seemed entirely unaffected by him. His attempts to woo her went unanswered, and she gave him about as much regard as one would a bug crawling across the floor. He wasn’t a man used to rejection. He was a man used to everyone around him falling at his feet, but she stood tall against him, regarding him as a nuisance. It was infuriating, maddening, and it made him even more deeply infatuated with the woman she was. It made him crave the breathless submission- the sweet surrender and soft embrace of their first meeting. He wanted her with him- by his side and in his bed. She could regard the rest of the world as dirt beneath her shoe. He’d encourage it, but he wanted her to be soft with him and him only.
“You can’t leave,” he repeated, grip almost bruising.
“I can do whatever I want.” she huffed. “Now let go before someone calls the cops on you.”
“No one is going to call the cops on me, sweetheart.” He smiled sweetly, pulling out his own phone as he did, hand still firmly gripped around her wrist. “Now hush. I have to make a phone call.”
She squeaked in indignation at the command, but Hoseok didn’t pay her any mind.
His mind had been whirring with possibilities from the moment that she had mentioned leaving. There was absolutely no way that he was going to let her leave the city, not when he hadn’t had the chance to properly woo her. All his attempts so far had been met with outright rejections- not ideal for winning hearts- but Hoseok was convinced that was only because she was upset with him over the matter of her brother.Everything had been fine between them before she’d found out, and with time, it would be fine again. He just needed the time to melt the icy exterior she’d formed around herself after finding out.
Hoseok fingers flew across the screen even as he gave orders- a plan being formed and set in motion all at once. If time was what she needed, time was what he would give her, but she wouldn’t be leaving the city.
It wasn’t often that Jung Hoseok had to work for the favor of the women in his life. He simply didn’t have to. Women fawned over him for a multitude of reasons: wealth, looks, skills. There was no need to work adoration when it was so freely given, but this wasn’t to say that Hoseok couldn’t be charming when he wanted to be. Hoseok could be the very picture of charm and grace when he wanted to be. He knew very well how to treat a woman. It was easier to accept baseless adoration than it was to cultivate true devotion. True devotion took effort, and for Y/N, Hoseok was more than willing to make the effort. She didn’t just deserve it, she demanded it.
Hoseok had a constant stream of diversion around him. Work kept him occupied much of the time, but in the leisure time he did have, there was no shortage of amusements and company to enjoy them with. His initial interaction with Y/N L/N had been much the same. She’d simply been the woman to catch his eye that evening. What had caused him to become so fixated on her was something that he couldn’t quite pinpoint.
Even half drunk she hadn’t accepted anything less than his full attention, and he had been more than willing to give it to her fixated on the way the silky material of her dress rode up on her thighs and the strands of hair that fell out of her careless updo to hang around the column of her neck. She had been the image of carefully constructed reckless abandon. The scent of jasmine had floated around her, clinging to her skin and wafting up from her hair every time she moved. Everything about her had been curated almost as if to lure him in specifically and leave him drunk on her essence.
By the time they reached the car, Hoseok had the basics all ready to go. He had never had to force a woman to be with him, and he didn’t plan on starting now, but there was nothing wrong with giving her a push in the right direction. He could be quite charming when he wanted, and he was more than ready to show her just how charming he could be. She just needed a little push in the right direction to get them started as well as a push into the vehicle.
The short walk to the car had been spent planning on his end and with endless struggle on hers, but nothing she’d done had managed to break the iron grip he had on her wrist. Nothing she did broke his grip though, and no one on the street paid her protests any mind. Hoseok didn’t pay her struggles any mind either.
“After you.” he offered as he held the door to the backseat open.
“Go fuck yourself.” She hissed, kicking out in another attempt to break his hold on her.
A sharp humorless smile spread across his face as she spoke. “But why would I do that, precious, when I have you?”
Y/N made a noise half way between outrage and shock as Hoseok scooped her into his arms and swiftly deposited her within the backseat of the vehicle, climbing in after her to ensure that she didn’t climb out the other side.
Quick instructions were given to the driver as Hoseok climbed into the car, hands already reaching to pull Y/N close to him as she tried to open the opposite door to throw herself out of the vehicle.
“Stop that.” Hoseok hissed as her elbow made contact with his abdomen.
“Let me out!” She struggled against his hold, trying desperately to get out of his hold.
“You’re going to hurt yourself.” he scolded as he managed to get her arms trapped tight to her sides so that she couldn’t repeat the earlier motion of jabbing at him.
“Let me out!” She shrieked, throwing her head back in an attempt to headbutt him as he pulled her into his lap, wrapping his arms fully around her torso to stop her from causing herself or him any more harm.
“Stop.”
“This is kidnapping!”
“It’s not kidnapping!” He snapped back in offense. “I’m keeping you from making a mistake.”
“Psychopath!”
He huffed out a breath, frustration nearly radiating off of him as he held her down. “You’re making this more difficult than it needs to be, precious.”
“Boss.” The man driving the car reached back, handing a cloth to Hoseok as he did.
“Last chance, precious.”
“Go fuck yourself.”
“Wrong choice.”
Quick as a viper, Hoseok had the cloth pressed against her nose and mouth. The pressure, unyielding as he held her firmly. The sweet scent of the cloth seeping into her lungs the longer he kept it pressed against her airways even as she struggled against him.
Her struggles grew weaker and weaker against him as he held her there until finally, the world grew fuzzy around the edges, and eventually, she saw nothing anymore.
Y/N opened her eyes to a pounding headache and an uncomfortable burning sensation in her nose and the back of her throat. The combined feeling was so uncomfortable, that she closed her eyes, turned over, and buried her face in the pillow, hoping to smother the discomfort by falling back asleep, but this idea was disrupted by the fact that her pillows definitely didn’t smell like spice and citrus and something woody and earthy. The pillows in Hana’s spare room also didn’t smell like that either.
Her eyes shot back open as she turned back onto her back, eyes staring up at a ceiling she didn’t recognize. Her walls weren’t painted soft beige and neither were Hana’s. In that same thread of thought, the bed was far too comfortable to be the one at Hana’s house. That was little more than a thin mattress rolled out on the floor for an unexpected visitor. This bed was both too large and too comfortable to fit the bill.
Slowly, she sat up, taking in her surroundings despite the continued discomfort in her nose and throat. The curtains were drawn making the room dim except for the threads of moonlight slipping through. The light was too pale and soft to be daylight despite it having been daylight the last time she could remember being conscious. Slowly, as more awareness dawned on her, the last conscious memories she had began to filter back.
The cafe. Hoseok. The car.
The room had to be his. Though the dim lighting didn’t allow her to see enough detail to confirm or deny if it was the same room she and Hoseok had ended their first ill-fated encounter in, there was no other option of whose room this could be. And if this was his room- she had to assume the man himself wouldn’t be far away.
Despite the raw burning sensation that still lingered in her airways, Y/N threw off the comforter and swung her legs over the side of the bed. It was at this point she noticed that the clothes she was in were hardly her own. The sunny yellow pattern of her skirt and the sensible mock-necked shirt of earlier were gone. In their place was a silk nightshirt that fell down to the top of her thighs. With an ever dawning sense of horror, Y/N realized her bra was missing as well, though thankfully the other half of the set was still where it should have been.
She made her way to the window, drawing back the curtains to see that the sun had fully set. Moonlight illuminated the garden below the bedroom window, and the high wall that surrounded the property. The garden was moderately sized, but not so large that she had to assume she’d been taken too far outside the city. It did mean that she wasn’t in the same residence she’d been in before though. That had been a penthouse in the midst of the city. This clearly was not.
Y/N turned away from the window, making her way back towards what she assumed was the door leading out of the bedroom. Much to her relief, the door was unlocked, allowing her to slip into the hall.
The hall itself was lined with windows, soft yellow lighting making it clear that the house had not gone to bed for the evening, and putting Y/N even further on her guard. She wasn’t sure who would be roaming the house and who was aware of her presence there. She also wasn’t sure where Hoseok was, or if he was even in the house itself. Running into him was the worst case scenario. There would be no sneaky exit if she ran into him within the hallways.
Softly, she padded through the hall following it towards the end where a staircase made its way to the first floor of the house. Soft light spilled up from the first floor but no sound. The house had been dead quiet so far except for the barely there sound of her own footfalls against the rug running the length of the hall. Cautiously, Y/N began her descent, doing her best as she did to minimize any noise she might make. The quiet of the house made her feel as though she would be able to hear a pin drop. It didn’t give her much hope that any noise she might accidentally make would go unnoticed.
Just as she reached the last stair, a voice rang out from one of the adjoining rooms.
“You’re awake.”
She froze, unsure on if she should stay put or if she should turn tail and flee in whatever direction the front door was most likely to be in.
The choice was swiftly taken from her as Hoseok emerged into the hall.
He was as dressed down as she had ever seen him- hair loose over his forehead, slipper clad feet, and loungewear that probably cost more than her rent adorning the rest of him.
“How are you feeling precious?” he asked, tone soft and concerned as he took in the sight of her, hand lifting as he came to a stop in front of her to brush against her upper lip.
She pulled away with a hiss as he made contact with the raw skin there.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart. Chloroform is nasty stuff, but I didn’t want you to hurt yourself.”
“Where am I?” she asked, her voice coming out in a croak through the raw skin of her throat.
“You’re home, precious.”
She took a stumbling step back, heel catching on the last stair of the staircase behind her. Hoseok reached out quick as a viper, snaking an arm around her waist and steadying her before she could finish her fall.
“Careful, darling.” He chided, pulling her closer and away from the stairs as he did. “Don’t want you to hurt yourself.”
Y/N shoved his hands away, stepping to the side to avoid another stumble into the stairs. Hoseok allowed her the distance, watching her with a soft teasing smile as her eyes darted around the space, searching for possible exits.
“I think you should sit down.” he hummed, head tilted to the side. “You look like you need it.”
She recoiled, snatching both of her arms back in an attempt to avoid him. “Don’t touch me.”
A long suffering sigh released itself. “You’re overreacting, sweetheart. I’m not going to hurt you.”
“You kidnapped me.”
“That’s such a vulgar term for it.” he waved his hand dismissively. “It makes it sound so violent. I stopped you from making a decision that was going to ruin what we have.”
“We don’t have anything! We slept together once! When I was drunk!” She shouted, chest heaving as her breathing grew shallower and faster. “And on top of that you killed my brother! What could we possibly have together?”
His eyes remained fixated on her, expression soft and adoring as though her tirade meant nothing to him. Everything was right in his world, while she felt several seconds away from total collapse.
“And yet, I haven’t been able to get you out of my head.” He hummed, stepping forward even as she continued to scramble back. He continued to press forward, pushing her further and further back as he advanced until there was nowhere left to retreat.
Her back hit the wall, and Hoseok was quick to follow, caging her in with hands on either side of her head, leaning in so their faces were only centimeters apart. His eyes closed in contentment as he took in a deep breath, taking in the scent of her hair as he did.
“Ever since that night, you’ve been haunting my thoughts.” He murmured, lips brushing against her hair. With a chuckle he continued. “No one has ever walked out on me before.”
She stayed frozen, barely breathing as he continued.
“I never let anyone stay the night, but you, you were special. I wanted you to stay- wanted one more night, maybe more, and then I woke up, and you were gone.” he sighed, hand creeping around to cradle the nape of her neck, tilting her head so she was forced to meet his gaze. “That hurt my feelings, precious. I thought I was going to have to scour the city to find you again because no one walks out on Jung Hoseok, but there you were at the funeral. It was fate.”
“It was an accident.” Her voice trembled as she spoke, the sound barely even a whisper.
“It was fate.” he insisted, grip tightening just a fraction where his hand held her head in place.
“You killed my brother.”
He cooed, both hands moving to cradle her face. “No, precious. I didn’t kill him. He was a casualty. I didn’t order his death.”
“You killed-”
“You know the dangers his lifestyle posed just as well as I do.” Hoseok interrupted her, gaze boring into hers. “He knew the risks too. His death? That night? The funeral? It was all fate. It brought you to me.”
She trembled under his touch as the full weight of his delusion settled on her.
“You… you can’t just kidnap people and call it fate.” she denied, still frozen under his soft touch and adoring gaze.
He smiled softly, devastatingly, as he leaned in, resting his forehead against hers. “Of course I can.” he murmured, voice lowering to match her own hushed trembling tone. “What else would you call it?”
She didn’ t have an answer for that. Their initial meeting and the following run-in had been a horrible coincidence that even she had to admit seemed almost like the plotline of a drama. His unwavering belief it was fate, wasn’t wholly crazy. His following actions were, but the initial belief that their meeting was fate wasn’t so far out there. The problem was, he couldn’t take no for an answer.
She didn’t even notice she’d started crying until Hoseok wiped the tears from her cheeks, cooing softly to her. “Don’t cry, precious. I’m going to take such good care of you. You’ll never want for anything. You’ll never even have to lift a finger if you don’t want to.”
“I don’t want it.”
He ignored her.
“I’ll spend every day worshipping you.”
“I just want to go home.”
“This is home, precious.” He murmured, pressing a kiss between her brows,lingering close so that his lips continued to brush against her skin as he spoke. “You just have to accept that.”
“No.” she whispered.
“Darling….”
“No!” she screamed, pushing him back with more force than either of them expected and dashing away, running blindly in the hopes of getting anywhere that wasn’t by him.
Her feet skidded against the floor as she paused, eyes darting wildly as she tried to puzzle out which direction to go.
“Y/N!” Hoseok barked from behind her, following at a more leisurely pace despite the clipped tone of his voice.
The sound of him calling for her spurred her into motion once more. She dashed away, running in what she hoped was the direction of the front door, or any door that could keep her away from him. Hoseok followed behind, not deigning to run after her.
“You’re making this harder than it needs to be, Y/N.” he called, irritation bleeding into his previously dulcet tones. “Getting yourself all worked up and for what?”
She ignored him, almost sobbing in relief as she reached the front door, the handle turning easily under her touch. She didn’t wait to see what Hoseok would do. Unsteadily, she practically threw herself out of the entrance and into the driveway.
Her mad dash was cut short as she ran almost straight into what had to be a security guard, his concerned eyes looking down at her as his hands steadied her.
“Are you alright, ma’am?” he asked, taking in the night shirt and her bare feet as he cataloged her appearance.
“She’s fine.” Hoseok called out, voice still clipped as he sauntered over.
“Let me go.” She begged, hands clutching at the guards arms as she tried to push out of his hold as well meaning as it was. “You have to let me go.”
“Ma’am?”
“She’s fine.” Hoseok repeated, closing the distance and slipping an arm around her waist, easily tugging her away from the guard. “Just a little trouble adjusting. Isn’t that right, darling?” He quirked a brow, as though daring her to disagree in front of his men.
“Let go!” She hissed, pushing against him. “I don’t want to be here!”
Hoseok chuckled, though the sound lacked the fondness of earlier. “See?” he shrugged, reaching down to adjust his hold and lift her into a bridal carry. “Just a little trouble adjusting.”
“Let me go!” She shrieked, writhing in his hold. “You’re crazy!”
“Enough.”
The word wasn’t yelled. He didn’t even raise his voice. The word was spoken softly but with a finality and authority that was devastating. It calm and quiet and yet deadly.
“I won’t let you hurt yourself, precious.” he was stern as he carried her back into the house, his touch burning against the bare skin of her legs. “You can cry and rage as much as you want, but you will not put yourself in harm’s way,”
“I hate you.” She hissed.
“That’s fine too.” He shrugged. “It’ll fade with time.”
Neither of them spoke again until he carried her into the living room, setting her gently down on the sofa.
“I think we should go over some ground rules, precious.”
“Fuck you.”
He grinned, sharp and rogueish. “You will.” The sound she made in response was strangled and outraged. “But for now, ground rules.”
She stared at him, seething as he spoke.
“I already promised you wouldn’t want for anything, and I meant it. You’ll be well taken care of. Anything you want, you’ll have.”
“Except freedom.”
“You’re not a prisoner, precious.” He disagreed, sinking into the opposite end of the sofa as she curled up into the corner. “You’ll be able to go out, shop, do what you’d like.”
“But I can’t leave you.”
“If you want to go out, you’ll either have me or security with you. I have a lot of enemies, precious, but I won’t let them touch you. The escort is for your safety.”
“And to make sure I don’t leave.”
His answering grin was sharp and predatory. “If you leave me, precious, I’ll enjoy hunting you down.” She stayed quiet, not having a response for the unnerving glint in his eye. It was as if the idea of tracking her down excited him. “If you want to go out, let me or the guards know. A driver will be called for you.”
“I know how to drive.” she snapped.
“A driver will be called,” he repeated firmly. “You’ll have your own credit card attached to my account.”
“So you can monitor my purchases.”
“So I can provide for you.”
“But also so you can monitor my purchases.” He didn’t deny it. “What about my phone? My wallet? My apartment? My job?”
“It’s already been taken care of. I’ll give you back your phone once I can trust you with it. Your accounts have been closed, and the funds have already been placed into a joint account that your new credit card is attached to.”
“You can’t just do that.” She whispered, horrified by how quickly he’d erased her entire life- everything gone in the span of an afternoon.”You can’t just take everything.”
“We take care of our women in this family.” Hoseok shrugged, unaffected by her horror. “Your brother should have understood that, but he left you to fend for yourself. That won’t happen again- not while you’re with me.”
“And what if you get bored of me? What happens then?” She challenged, chin raised definitely despite the fact her knees were folded to her chest as she curled into the corner of the sofa.
His smile was slow and devastating, adoring in a way that made her want to vomit. He didn’t know her nearly well enough to look at her like that.
“I won’t get tired of you, but we’ll call it a trial period if it makes you feel better.” he shrugged. “You won’t do anything to put yourself in harm’s way, and I’ll do my best to woo you.”
“Woo me?” she scoffed, side-eyeing him as she debated his sanity for what felt like the millionth time that evening.
“Woo you” He agreed. “Like I was trying to do, but you very stubbornly ignored all of my attempts.” He shot her an accusatory glance.
“I didn’t want to see you.” Her scowl was met by an indulgent smile. “I want my own room.” She demanded, keeping the stubborn tilt of her chin as she stared at him down. He pouted, honest to god pouted, as she glared at him. “My own room. I’m not sharing a bed with you.”
“Fine,” he conceded. “You’ll have your own room. For now.”
“What happens if I’m not won over by your ‘wooing’? Do I get to go home?”
He smiled indulgently. “That won’t be necessary.”
“You have a lot of confidence for someone who had to kidnap a woman to get a date.”
He shrugged, leisurely, spreading his arms across the back of the sofa. “I wouldn’t have needed to resort to such tactics if you hadn’t been ignoring me.”
“What happens if I try to leave you?” she asked, as he relaxed head reclined onto the back of the sofa and eyes half-lidded.
“I already told you, precious.” he smiled lazily. “I’ll hunt you down and bring you home.”
“So I’m supposed to sit around all day and wait for you to want to play with me? Like a doll?”
“Of course not.” he waved a hand dismissively. “I already told you, you’ll be free to do whatever you want within reason.”
“Within reason?”
“Nothing that would put yourself in danger. Nothing that threatens the family. Things like that.” His hand made lazy circles in the air as he spoke, uninterested in her line of questioning as he rattled off the list of things that qualified as unreasonable.
“And what does ‘wooing’ me look like?”
That caught his attention. He sat up a little straighter, gaze once more fixed on her. “Oh, precious. I’m going to treat you like a princess.” He purred. “Dinners, dates, flowers, jewelry. Anything you want, it’s yours.”
“And if I don’t want it?”
“You’ll still be treated like the stubborn little princess you are.” She sat up a little straighter at that, the suggestive tone of his voice making her uneasy. “You might have forgotten, precious, but I remember every detail of that night together and how much you enjoy being treated like a princess.”
“Shut up.” she hissed, hackles raised at the implication.
“And of course we’ll have meals together here at home. My schedule varies, so it’ll change from day to day, but we’ll have at least one meal together. It’s good for couples.”
“We’re not a couple. You kidnapped me like a psychotic bastard.”
“Semantics.” She opened her mouth to argue, but Hoseok sat up fully, sharp eyes fixed on her. “We are a couple, precious, and as my woman, your only job is to pamper yourself. We take care of our women, and in return, we expect loyalty. I expect loyalty.”
“And what if I can’t give you that?”
The dead, shark-like quality came back to his eyes as soon as she finished speaking. His gaze was cold and calculating as though he was assessing an asset and not looking at a living breathing person. She certainly felt more like an asset than a person under that gaze.
“I don’t think you’d like the consequences of that very much, precious.” He started, speaking slowly so that every word washed over her with added weight. “I’m sure you knew some things about your brother’s business, and I’m sure you also know what disloyalty gets you.”
“What happened to your promises not to harm me?” she challenged, and his answering smile made her blood run cold.
“There are ways to punish disloyalty without causing you physical harm, precious.”
The words were flat, spoken without emotion as though the prospect of enacting those consequences didn’t even faze him. She doubted that it did. Kidnapping hadn’t.
He leaned closer, body shifting on the sofa to close some of the distance between them. “I said I wouldn’t hurt you, and I meant that. I still wouldn’t go testing boundaries if I were you though.” He leaned back again, his eyes raking over her form as he did. “Or do. Maybe you’d find the consequences exciting.”
“You’re disgusting.”
He shrugged, continuously unbothered by her ire.
“I’m a man who knows what he wants. Is it so wrong that I want you?”
“Yes.”
He sighed, rolling his neck and rising from the sofa. “You’ll come around eventually, precious, but for now it’s late. Let’s get you to bed.”
“My own bed.” She asserted firmly. “Not yours.”
“Your own bed.” He agreed begrudgingly, but it was an agreement none-the-less.
True to his word, Y/N didn’t want for anything. Everything she could possibly want was provided for her within the walls of the house. Her room was beautiful and fully stocked with everything she might ever think to need and them some. The contents of the closet alone were worth more than her car- let alone the collection of jewelry Hoseok had taken to giving her as a sign of his devotion.
When he’d said he meant to woo her, he had meant it. He treated her like a princess- a princess who was tucked behind the walls of a tower, but a princess none-the-less. Every action on his part was meant to convey the devotion he supposedly had towards her, and every day the adoring gleam in his eye seemed to get worse. No matter how prickly she was to him, he would smile and take it, throwing back barbs of his own as though it was a fun little game that they played and not an expression of her dislike of him.
Her first full day in the house had been interesting. There was minimal staff, and it was clear they had been given orders not to interact with her more than was necessary. She supposed Hoseok wanted her to rely on him more than anything, but it wasn’t the order itself that she had found so strange. Instead, it had been the staff’s reaction, not to her presence, but to Hoseok’s attitude towards her. The first time they’d shared a meal had been an accident. She’d ventured down the stairs to snoop and had promptly been greeted by a woman she assumed was Hoseok’s chef who had ushered her to the dining table for breakfast. Hoseok himself followed not too long after, greeting her with a tired kiss on the cheek despite her discomfort before taking his seat. The other woman had frozen at the action. It had been a momentary reaction, she’d quickly slipped a mask of professional grace into place before Hoseok could notice her staring, but Y/N had noticed.
While staff in the house was limited, everyone she had encountered had the same momentary shock whenever they saw Hoseok interact with her. He treated her softly, more so than even she anticipated. He treated her as though she were his beloved and cherished girlfriend, instead of a woman he had slept with once, stalked, and kidnapped off the street. It was irritating how little awareness he seemed to have that he had kept her hostage for three months. It was irritating how pleased he seemed by how well she’d integrated into the day to day life of his household. And she had integrated. There was nothing else to do.
Hoseok hadn’t been lying when he said he wouldn’t harm her, not physically at least, but her more reckless attempts at leaving had left her isolated and with nothing to fill the hours. He’d taken away simple privileges like going outside. He’d taken away access to the TV. He’d taken away her books. Deprivation and boredom had kept her in check. The more sweetly she cooperated, the more quickly Hoseok returned her privileges to her, but true to his word, he never physically harmed her.
His interest seemed to lie more in forcing her cooperation in his delusion. He had no interest in causing her distress, but he took great interest in her comfort and care. It was baffling to her how he could kidnap her and keep her against her will and yet treat her as the most precious item in his house. At times it seemed like he knew every detail about her, and he used that information to his full advantage. Despite lacking freedom and agency, he made sure her prison was designed to keep her content, and the longer she stayed trapped with him, the deeper he seemed to fall into the belief that they were fated for each other.
“Precious.” Hoseok murmured, coming up behind the chair she was lounging in with her book, leaning down to kiss her cheek, a habit he’d gotten into that she found more than a little irritating.
“Stop that.”
“How was your day?” He asked, completely ignoring her ire as he moved to face her.
“Does it actually matter?”
Y/N flipped to the next page of her book, steadfastly refusing to look at him knowing full well how sulky he got when she refused to play along and give him the attention he wanted.
“Of course it does. I always want to know how your day was, precious.”
“Why?” She asked, quirking a brow even though she still refused to look at him. ‘It’s not like my days have that much variation. Besides, if I so much as chip a nail someone is gonna report it back to you.”
An indulgent smile spread across his face. “I still want to hear it from you.”
She finally raised her head, looking him in the eye as he gazed at her, smile still playing across his lips. “I sat in this house. I read my book. I was told that trying to scale the walls was not approved behavior. Happy now?” she huffed, turning her attention back to her book without waiting for a response.
“I’m glad they told you. You could have hurt yourself.” He cooed, gently taking the book from her so that he could gather her hands into his- turning them over so that he could examine them for any injuries. “Who knows, you might have actually broken a nail if they hadn’t stopped you. Brick walls aren’t the most forgiving, darling.”
“And you know this from personal experience?”
He laughed softly, his eyes lighting up with fondness as he knelt in front of her. “I have my sources.” Gently, Hoseok lifted her hands, placing a light kiss against the scratched skin of her fingertips. “I wish you’d stop doing things that will get you hurt.” He sighed, taking note of each of the reddened tips of her fingers, and the scratches on her palms from where she had tried to see if the garden walls were scaleable. “I don’t like seeing you hurt, precious.”
“There’s a very simple solution you know.” He hummed, encouraging her to continue as he continued to take stock of the marks on her hands minimal as they were. “You could let me go.”
The soft smile that had played across his lips widened, spreading across his face until it was a full blown grin and a full-bellied laugh released itself.
“That’s funny, precious.” He breathed through the last few giggles. “Now what would you like to do for dinner, hmmm?” he asked, gazing at her
“Do I have to have dinner with you?”
“Yes.”
“Then I don’t care.”
He chuckled, pressing a kiss to her palm before letting her hands fall back to her lap. “Go get dressed, precious. I’m going to take you out tonight.”
“Out to where?”
“It’s a surprise.”
“I don’t want any surprises from you.”
“Too bad. Your dress is already laid out for you.” he hummed, rising to his full height. “Your shoes too.”
She scoffed, leaning to pick up her book but making no other move to get up. “Not interested.”
Hoseok plucked the book from her hands, tossing it aside much to her annoyance as her eyes flashed up to meet his.
“Oops.” Hoseok shrugged, keeping his tone pleasant and calm despite the dead look in his eyes. “I made it sound like a request, but I wasn’t asking, precious. Your dress and shoes are all laid out. Go get dressed. We’re going out.”
“How thoughtful. You’ve got it all figured out don’t you.” She hissed, remaining firmly in her chair, arms crossed under her bust. “But I don’t want to go on a date with you.”
“Consider it your consequence for trying to scale the walls.” He shrugged, reaching down to wrap a long fingered hand around her arm. “Up.” He commanded, pulling her to her feet as he did.
Her eyes narrowed, but she complied, allowing him to half pull her up as she unfolded herself from her armchair.
She’d gotten good at reading his mood over her time locked away in his house, and she knew him well enough at this point to know that she’d pushed his buttons enough for the moment. He never hurt her, but that didn’t mean that he couldn’t be just as petty as she could. He had his ways of making her pay for pushing his buttons even if they didn’t involve causing her any physical harm. Each time she chose to push him had become a careful dance. She could irritate him, rile him up, and he would play along, meeting her challenges with an almost gleeful spirit, but she could only press her luck so far. As soon as Hoseok showed signs of no longer being willing to play along, she would retreat, biding her time and her manners as best she could.
Hoseok guided her towards the stairs with a hand pressed to the small of her back. Flinching away from his touch now would do her no good even if she despised the heat of it seeping through her clothing and into her spine. For now, she needed to play along, or at the very least acquiesce to his whims until that cold dead look left his eyes again.
Hoseok walked her all the way to her bedroom, opening the door like a gentleman despite her knowing well that he was not. She thought he would leave her in peace to dress, but as soon as the door clicked shut behind them, Hoseok sauntered over to her bed, lowering himself to take a seat beside the dress laid carefully out upon the covers.
“Pretty isn’t it?” He asked, running a finger across the silky fabric of the dress.
She stood still, watching him warily to see what his next move would be. He had made his desire for her clear, but he hadn’t pressed her boundaries more than she allowed since he had kidnapped her. She didn’t think that he was going to now, but she would rather be safe than sorry.
Hoseok lifted his gaze, expression softening as he took in the stiff set of her shoulders and the careful eye she regarded him with. “Don’t look so scared, precious.” He chuckled, gracefully standing and making his way to her.
His hands found her shoulders, caressing her arms as they slid down to grasp her own squeezing gently. “Go get dressed, while I pick out your jewelry.”
The words were spoken softly, but she saw it for what it was- a command.
Without a word, she stalked to the bed, sweeping the silky material up and making her way to the ensuite to change away from his watchful eyes.
As much as she disliked him, she had to admit that the wardrobe that he provided for her was beautiful. Each piece was as gorgeous as it was luxurious. This dress was no different. The fabric was soft and silken and a gorgeous shade of muted green. Black lace decorated the bust trailing into the small of her waist. It was beautiful, but so were all the other pieces of the wardrobe that Hoseok had provided for her. Unfortunately for her captor, she was not so easily moved by pretty things.
It took no time to slip into the slinky dress. Wrestling her hair into an appropriate updo took more time. Eventually, she was able to arrange it into a semblance of a french twist. It was a bit messy, with pieces spilling out to frame her face, but it was neat enough not to bother her in the long run. It would hold through the evening.
Next she set to work on her make-up. Hoseok had supplied her with all kinds of high end brands to use at her own discretion. Most days she chose not to use it at all. She rarely left the confines of the house as it left a bitter taste in her mouth to know that each time she stepped out with her loyal dog of a guard, her movements were reported back to Hoseok. It left an even worse taste to know that he could veto any outing she wished to take.
While he had professed freedom, each time she wished to step out of the house, it was swiftly reported back to him and if he did not approve of the outing she simply wasn’t allowed to go. It was demeaning-making her feel more like a child than she had when she was an actual teenager.
Since she rarely went anywhere since her kidnapping, she didn’t feel the need to doll herself up every day. Instead, she had taken to existing in the variety of loungewear that had been made available to her. Hoseok,though she loathed to admit it, had been thoughtful and thorough in his care of her. Once he noticed her preference for comfortable clothing, more and more of it had appeared in her closet, and he never complained about her lack of effort in her appearance. Instead, when he wanted her dolled up he did exactly as he had done tonight. He would lay out whatever it was he wanted her to wear, ensuring each detail of her appearance matched whatever activity he had in mind and was up to his standards.
Taking a fortifying breath after giving herself a last look over, she stepped back out of the bathroom, bare feet padding softly against the carpet. Hoseok was waiting for her, sitting on her bed as though he belonged there.
His eyes drifted to her as she made her way forward. A smile spread across his lips, eyes half-lidded as he took in the sight of her in the dress he’d chosen.
“You look beautiful, precious.” he purred, standing and moving to meet her halfway.
“I need you to zip me up.” she admitted, cheeks heating in embarrassment as she did. She would have done it herself- would have preferred to- but she couldn’t quite get a grasp on the delicate zipper located at the back of the dress.
“Of course.” Hoseok grinned as she turned to give him access to her back.
She did her best to suppress a shudder as his fingers brushed against the bare skin of her back as he slowly did up her zipper fixing her into the dress.
“Come. I have your jewelry all picked out.”
Silently, she trailed behind him as he led her into the walk-in closet and sat her down at the vanity there. The jewelry he’d chosen was laid out in a glass jewelry dish on the vanity. There was a variety of rings and bracelets laid out there along with a set of diamond earrings- large stones in an emerald cut that attached to a smaller round stone and a smaller emerald cut stone where the peg was placed.
“Beautiful.” He murmured, leaning down to place a kiss to her head as she began to fix the earrings into place.
“Stop that.” she huffed annoyed as she batted him away. “You’ll ruin my hair.”
He huffed a little himself. “If I ruin it, I’ll fix it for you.” He shrugged, reaching down to the jewelry tray to pick up one of the bracelets he’d chosen.
He picked up her left hand and began fixing the stack of bracelets into place.
“I can do that myself.” she snapped, trying to snatch back her hand, but Hoseok held her firmly in place paying no mind to her protests.
“Let me do it.” he snapped back,lithe fingers easily fixing the next bracelet into place.
He repeated the process until all four bracelets were fastened before he set to work on the rings.
“I think I know how to put on a ring.” she murmured as Hoseok lifted her hand again, slipping one of them into place.
“Just let me.” He huffed, annoyance bleeding through his tone at her continued resistance. “I have a vision.”
“Of course you do.”
She huffed again but didn’t protest further as he arranged the rings on her hands as he pleased until he was satisfied with her appearance.
After the last ring was in place, Hoseok released her hands allowing her to place them in her lap.
“Beautiful.” He murmured again, leaning down to place another kiss to the crown of her head.
“Would you stop that?” A quick hand darted up to bat him away.
Just as quickly, Hoseok's hands clasped around her wrist, bringing them down to her waist and keeping them pinned there as he leaned down to nuzzle into the crook of her neck.
“Would you prefer I kiss you here?” His tone was low and silken, seductive as he placed a kiss to the juncture of her jaw and throat. “You liked when I kissed you here before. Made such pretty noises for me.” She could feel him smirking against her skin as he spoke.
“Get off me.”
He placed another kiss to her throat but retreated just as she’d requested.
“I’ll go get ready. Wear the heels by the door.” he grinned, a bright sunny expression that she sourly thought shouldn’t be on the face of someone quite so vile.
She watched as he practically danced out of the room, deeply pleased with himself and his planning. He’d promised her dates, and as of yet, there had been very few occasions when Hoseok had taken her out of the house. Each of those rare times had been an outing to somewhere private, somewhere where she would be secluded from people who weren’t him or being paid by him.
She supposed she couldn’t blame him for that. If she had kidnapped someone she probably wouldn’t want them out in public too often either- too much risk of escape or discovery of the crime. Today he was oddly insistent about the whole affair. Normally if he wanted them to have dinner, it was within the confines of his home even if the dinner itself was fancier. There had been one or two nights when he’d dolled her up only for the occasion to be a candlelit dinner in the garden. She didn’t think that that was the case today though. He’d said he was taking her out, and she really did think he meant out. He’d been too meticulous in her presentation for her to think he meant anything else.
She noted sourly that there was no handbag allotted to her for the evening as she slipped on the pair of heels laid aside for her. There wasn’t any need for a handbag when there was nothing for her to carry. Hoseok had yet to return her phone to her. There was no wallet to place into a handbag either or anything for a wallet to even hold. She had access to a credit card as he’d promised her on that first night. It simply wasn’t within her keeping though. Either Hoseok paid for whatever she wanted himself or the credit card was left in the custody of her guard and pulled out for any purchases she may want to make.
She had to admit however begrudgingly that that was rather clever of him. It ensured that she didn’t have direct access to any funds. Even if she did manage to slip away from him and the guards, she would have no phone and no money to aid in her escape making it all that much harder. It was smart- irritating but smart.
If she’d had internet access and free use of a credit card she probably would have booked her escape to somewhere far far away and made a much more concentrated effort on slipping her guards. As it stood though she didn’t have access to either of those things. She supposed that her passport was also within Hoseok’s keeping. He’d been quite proud of himself for wrapping up her life previous to him in a neat little bow and tucking it away as though it no longer existed. She had to assume he had all of her important documents. They weren’t the type of thing you left behind if you were looking to keep someone by your side in the long term.
She tried not to think about that though. Thinking about just how thoroughly and cheerfully Hoseok had trapped her was depressing. Depression wasn’t something she could let herself sink into if she had any chance in hell of finding a way to get away from him. Her chances were slim enough as it was without giving into hopelessness.
“Are you ready, precious?” Hoseok asked, appearing in the doorway of her bedroom and startling her out of her thoughts.
She blinked slowly, trying to slow the racing of her heart as she settled after nearly jumping out of her skin. It didn’t help that Hoseok was looking at her with an infuriatingly amused smile as though he found the entire thing cute.
Y/N glared at him, looking him over from where he stood waiting for her. She was even more irritated to discover that he looked good- infuriatingly good. She wasn’t blind. She knew that Hoseok was an attractive man. It had been half the reason for this entire mess in the first place. If he hadn’t been handsome and charming and available they never would have had that disastrous one night stand in the first place, and he used that handsome face and charm as a weapon to try to breach her walls and ingratiate himself into her affection.
Tonight he looked especially handsome. His hair was done in dark waves and swept partially away from his forehead. The black pants clung deliciously to his long legs, and his button black button down was unbuttoned just enough to reveal the first few inches of his chest. If she didn’t know who he was, she probably would have blushed at the devastating smile he was shooting her way, but unfortunately she did know who he was, and all those good looks went to waste on account of the rotten personality within.
“Ready as I’ll ever be.” Y/N stomped past him, muttering as she went with him happily trailing behind her as she swept through the halls and down the staircase.
“Y/N precious!” he called as she stomped her way into the foyer calling her to a stop and allowing him to catch up to her, slipping his hand into hers and intertwining their fingers. “There.” he sighed in contentment. “Let’s go, precious.”
Y/N did her best to remain neutral as Hoseok pulled her out of the house and to the waiting car. On the few occasions she’d left the residence, she’d been driven in a nondescript black SUV with windows so tinted she could barely see out of it. This care was not that. It was sleek and black with two doors on either side. She didn’t have a good enough view to see what make and model the vehicle was, but she assumed it was expensive. It was a feeling that was confirmed as she slipped into the leather interior as Hoseok held the door for her.
“Where are we going?” Y/N asked, as he pulled out from the gates of the residence.
“I have someone I want you to meet.” There was something brewing in the way he said it, something vibrating just beneath the surface that she couldn’t quite place.
“Friend of yours?”
“More like a brother.”
She couldn’t stop the scoff that slipped past her lips. “Probably equally as horrible as you.”
“You love me, precious.” He shot her a sultry glance out of the corner of his eye. “I know you do.”
“Keep dreaming.”
The laugh that burst from him was full-bellied and joyous. Clearly his earlier ire had passed, and he was once again delighted by whatever barbs she chose to send his way.
“Precious, I dream of you every night.”
“Disgusting.”
The rest of the ride was spent in silence, Hoseok’s hand eventually drifting to rest heavy on her thigh as he drove. She’d attempted to remove it. Twice. Each time she brushed it off, he simply replaced it, his grip growing more firm each time she tried to remove him. After the third failed attempt, she’d simply chosen to accept it rather than picking a fight. She’d picked plenty of those recently and there was only so far she could push him before he snapped. She was waspish but not stupid.
The restaurant was beautiful, softly lit and quiet. Hoseok helped her from the car, and held the door open for her as they entered the restaurant like the gentleman he pretended to be, barely even glancing at the valet as he passed off his keys. All his attention was focused on her. It was a disconcerting habit of his.
Hoseok didn’t pay much attention to the hostess, confidently striding through the restaurant with a hand firmly placed against the small of her back.
“Don’t you need to be seated?”
“Private room, precious.” He murmured, leaning down with a conspiratorial grin.
She snorted. “Why? Scared I’ll start screaming in the middle of the room?”
“Go ahead, precious. No one will stop you.”
She narrowed her eyes at him, but didn’t say anything else. She didn’t doubt that she could scream her head off and no one would bat an eye, not while she was with him. If they did, they wouldn’t do anything. No one ever seemed to do anything against him. She’d raged those first few days. She’d kicked and screamed and tried to get the staff to look her in the eye, to help her, but none of it mattered. She’d given up on that after the first few weeks. No one would go against him.
“You like that don’t you?”
“Like what, darling?” he asked, as they approached the door of the private room.
“The power. Knowing that you can do anything you want, and no one is going to stop you.”
Hoseok grinned again- a hint of the devil in his eye. “It’s addicting.”
He opened the door, ushering her in before him. Already seated at the table was a man she’d never seen before- unsurprising as she didn’t really know much about Hoseok or his life outside of the walls of his home. The man stood, politely as they entered. His dark hair was long, swept away from his face. She admitted it was a handsome face, luminous with a pair of sharp dark eyes that seemed to cut through her in a second.
“Yoongi!” Hoseok cheered as he closed the door behind him. “Glad you could make it.”
“You called me here.” the other man replied dryly, retaking his seat as Y/N took her own. “I brought what you asked for. Is this her?”
“This is my precious, my Y/N.” Hoseok beamed, staring at her adoringly. “How’s Rosie? Is she good?” Hoseok rattled off questions, taking a sip of the water that had already been waiting for them on the table.
“Rose is fine.” the man nodded. “Recovering.”
“Good. Glad to hear it. We were all worried about her.”
Y/N looked between them, trying to keep up when she didn’t really know either man very well. “Who is Rosie?”
“My wife.” Yoongi replied, leaning back into his chair.
“She had a bit of a scare recently. Glad to know she’s doing better.” Hoseok nodded, draping an arm over the back of his chair lackadaisically. “We all love Rosie. You should have seen their wedding, precious. Yoongi here couldn’t stop smiling the whole day.”
“How long have you been married?” Y/N asked politely, grabbing her own water glass to take a sip.
“Two years.”
“Congratulations.” she murmured.
“How do you want to do this, Hob-ah.” Yoongi sighed, pulling out a folder she could only assume had whatever Hoseok had asked him to bring.
“Dinner first?” Hoseok suggested, fingers lazily gesturing through the air.
Yoongi shook his head, opening the folder. “Gotta get home to Rose.”
Hoseok nodded understandingly. “Signatures first then and dinner another day.”
“Signatures on what?”
Both men ignored her question as Yoongi started to pull out the papers carefully laid within the folder. “It’s pretty standard. The stipulations you asked for are all there as well.”
“Yoongi here is the family lawyer.” Hoseok explained, reaching to take the papers that had been handed to him, glancing over them casually.
Y/N peeked over trying to see just what kind of papers Hoseok had asked the other man to bring. He didn’t bring business around her usually.
The layout of the table itself put a stop to her snooping. The round table put them just far enough apart and the print was just small enough that it made it hard for her to catch a glance without leaning over into Hoseok’s lap, a position she definitely did not want to be in.
“It’s all in order. You both just need to sign.” Yoongi explained as Hoseok nodded along.
“Both?” Y/N asked, perking up as a knot formed in her stomach.
There wasn’t much that Hoseok would need her signature for. He’d dismantled her entire life without so much as a word to her. Why would he need her signature now?
Hoseok signed and initialed without so much as a second thought, passing the papers and the pen over to her with a bright smile.
“Sign here, precious.”
Y/N picked up the papers, reading through to see just what she would be signing before her eyes snapped up to Hoseok in shock.
“This is a marriage contract.” She whispered, staring at Hoseok with wide eyes. “Why is this a marriage contract?”
Hoseok reached across the table to grab her hand, smiling softly as he did. “It gives you security, precious. It ensures that you are protected legally.”
“You mean legally tied to you.”
Hoseok didn’t flinch at the accusation in her tone, continuing to smile at her adoringly. “You knew this was the plan, precious. I don’t know why you’re so surprised.”
“I don’t want to marry you!”
“Sign the papers, precious.”
“No.” She shook her head, moving as though to stand but Hoseok’s grip tightened keeping her in place.
“Don’t be stubborn, precious.” He murmured, dark eyes boring into hers as Yoongi watched them both carefully from across the table.
“Excellent proposal, Hob-ah. Very romantic.” Yoongi scoffed, crossing his arms as he waited to see how the situation would unfold.
Hoseok shot the other man a withering glare before turning his attention back to the woman before him.
“Precious.” He purred, doing his best to keep an even tone so as not to spook her even further. The color had drained from her face leaving her wan and ashen. “You know I love you. We’re fated. This just makes it official.”
“I don’t- I don’t want that.”
“Sign the papers, precious.”
“No.”
The word left her as a whisper, but even spoken softly it seemed to echo through the room.
“It’s not a choice, precious. You’re mine whether you sign the papers or not. You will be Mrs. Jung whether you sign or not. Make it easy, precious. Sign the papers.”
She shook her head, earrings swinging wildly as she did. “You can’t force me…”
“It’s not force.” Yoongi interrupted. “Whether you sign the papers or not doesn’t really matter. There are ways of getting your signature on them without you signing. It’s been done before.”
“That’s illegal.”
Yoongi shot her a flat look. “Which is why you should sign now. Don’t make extra work for everyone.”
“You can’t just…”
“I can.” Hoseok affirmed, a little frown marring his features. “Don’t I treat you well? Aren’t you happy?”
“You kidnapped me. You’ve held me hostage in that house.”
The frown disappeared, a slow calculating smile taking its place and lighting up his face. “And think of how much more freedom you’d have with my ring on your finger. We’d be so happy, precious.”
“I don’t want to marry you.”
“Of course you do or you will. You just haven’t come around to the idea yet. Always so stubborn.” He tutted with a fond smile.
She stared in horror at the papers laid out before her. From what the men were telling her, it mattered very little whether she actually agreed to sign them or not. Her signature would make its way onto those papers with or without her say so. This was a courtesy on their part. Hoseok could have had the papers forged and filed without her ever seeing them or knowing he’d done it, but he was in his own twisted way giving her a choice. She also now knew why her ring finger had been left suspiciously empty as Hoseok had bedecked her in jewelry. He had been planning to fill the gap in later.
“This is cruel.” She whispered, still making no move to pick up the pen laid in front of her.
“This is fate.” She stared at him, trying to figure out how he could say it with such surety because it was clear that he whole heartedly believed that, and he was certain that with enough time and coercion she would too. “Sign the papers, precious. Make the right choice.”
“Why are you doing this to me?” She demanded.
The walls seemed to be shrinking in on her as she sat under his scrutiny, the papers and the pen laying traitorously before her. It was one thing to be trapped with him. It was an entirely other thing to be legally bound to him. Legality was an axe hanging over her head. It made the probability of escape so much less likely.
There had been a hope that Hoseok would give up his delusional obsession with enough time.
If she didn’t fit the role he had imagined for her, he would let her go. Clearly, Hoseok didn’t have the same thought. Instead he’d presented her with a nail in the coffin. Men in these circles didn’t believe in divorce. They might not always be faithful to their wives, but divorce was never an option. She knew that well enough. This contract would quite literally bind her life to his for the rest of their days.
“Becuase I love you, sweetheart, and I want you to be my wife.”
“You’re insane.”
“Sign the papers.”
She shook her head, pulling her hand away from Hoseok to wrap her arms around herself. “You can’t do this. You can’t make me.”
Yoongi released a long-suffering sigh, leveling her with a stern look. “Your name is going to end up on those papers one way or another. It’s all been decided.”
Hoseok stood, slithering to stand behind her chair and bending so that his cheek was level with hers. “Sign the papers, precious.” His hands slid down from her shoulders to her arms, uncrossing them until his hands were over hers, their fingers intertwined. “Think of how much happier you’d be if you just gave in, if you agreed to be mine.”
Alarm bells sounded in her head.
Hoseok had made the entire ordeal about winning her over to his side. He wanted her consent for his obsession. He wanted her agreement. Signing this paper would give him that. It would open the door to everything that came after.
“I won’t do it.”
“Think of how much better things would be, precious. Think of how simple it would be to just be mine- the freedom you would have as Mrs. Jung.”
“I don’t want it.”
“You do.” he insisted, speaking directly into her ear. “You want freedom, darling. This paper will give you that.”
“That’s a lie.” She hissed, leaning away from him as much as she could. “You’re a liar. This is just another way to trap me.”
“Of course it is.” Hoseok cooed, nuzzling into her hair, loving the slight tremor that had overtaken her and the wide vulnerable look in her eye. He loved when she was fierce, but he loved it even more when she was soft for him. “I can’t have you running off, darling. You’re far too precious to me. This ensures that you’re mine no matter where you are- ensures you’ll always be brought back to me.”
“You’re sick.”
He smiled into her hair, grip loosening on her hands so he could pick up the pen. “I wouldn’t need legal assurances if you didn’t keep trying to scale the fucking walls.”
“Bastard.”
“Sign the papers, precious. Either you sign them yourself or Yoongi has them doctored. Either way, I win.”
He placed the pen in her hand, closing her fingers around it and backing away to give her room to sign.
Shakily, Y/N picked up the pen signing her name to the document despite the tremor making her signature messy and out of place next to Hoseok’s own quick and decisive signature. She didn’t doubt him when he said he’d have the paper forged. No matter what she chose to do, legally she’d be Mrs. Jung.
“Perfect.” Yoongi declared, taking the papers back from her once she’d signed and initialed all that was needed on the contract. “Now the certificate.”
He handed them the paper, and Hoseok signed without hesitation before handing the pen back to her where she signed again much to Hoseok’s delight.
“I’ll get these filed tomorrow. It was nice to meet you, precious.” He smiled for the first time that evening. “Welcome to the family.”
Y/N sat there shell shocked as he left, disbelieving of her own actions, disbelieving of the fact that she was legally Mrs. Jung Hoseok.
“We’re going to have the most beautiful wedding, darling.” Hoseok cooed, taking her hand in his to slip the final ring onto her finger. “And you’re going to be the most beautiful bride.”
Despite the state of shock that Y/N found herself in, Hoseok proceeded with the dinner as though it was a celebration and not her last meal. She supposed that to his mind it was a celebration. He’d gotten exactly what he’d wanted, and she’d walked away more powerless than before.
Hoseok prattled on about wedding details,and Y/N couldn’t pry her eyes away from the ring sitting very conspicuously on her left hand. The ruby set in the middle was large and dark. Set in an emerald cut, it demanded attention as a statement piece with two smaller baguette diamonds framing it on either side. It was a ring meant to draw notice, and it was distinctive enough that it would be recognized at a glance. It ensured that anyone in Hoseok’s circle would know who and what she was to him as soon as they saw it.
“Why?” Her voice cracked as she spoke, interrupting Hoseok’s musing on when would be the best time to hold the wedding.
“Why what, sweetheart?” He asked, tilting his head to the side inquisitively as he sipped his wine.
“Why did you do this to me? Wasn’t holding me hostage enough?”
The sigh he released was long-suffering in nature. “I don’t think you understand, darling. You’re mine. You were meant to be mine from that very first night, but you just can’t seem to realize that.” He shook his head sadly. “So stubborn.”
“I’m not yours.”
“You are.” he waved his hand breezily. “There’s no use fighting it, precious. This was always going to happen.”
Her gaze met his, eyes watery and red though she refused to let the tears fall. She didn’t want him to have that satisfaction. He’d taken enough from her for one night.
“Why now? What happened to wooing?”
He smiled indulgently at her. The expression was every bit as patronizing as the man who made it. “Y/N, my darling. My precious girl. You didn’t really think that your attempts to leave me would go unnoticed and unpunished? I already told you. Actions have consequences, and I wouldn’t need legal assurances if you simply stayed where you were supposed to.”
“It’s a cage.”
“You wouldn’t need a cage if you didn’t try to scale the walls, darling.” He shrugged. “Besides, there are worse things than marrying a man who adores you, and I do adore you, precious.”
“You barely even know me!”
“I know you very well, sweetheart. I know you haunt my every thought. I know I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”
“And what about what I want?”
He sighed again, leaning back and crossing his arms as he assessed her. She felt less like a woman he claimed to adore and more like a puzzle to be solved under his gaze, like the last three months had been nothing more than a game and he was trying to figure out how to make his end move.
“It won’t be so bad.” It was a soft assurance, a repeat of what he’d already told her. “And as for wooing you softly, that clearly hasn’t worked. You need a more firm approach.”
“Excuse me?” She bristled.
He leaned forward, dark eyes focused solely on her. “Trying to win you over softly hasn’t gotten us anywhere. You’re too stubborn, precious. So now we try things my way.”
“The last three months haven’t been your way?”
A spark of excitement lit his eyes, a gleeful smile accompanying it. “If I’d had my way from the beginning, you’d have never left my bed. If I’d had my way, you’d have woken up every day in my bed.”
She hissed, recoiling away from him. “Fucking bastard.” she spat, standing from the table.
Hoseok followed, standing from his own seat. “If I remember correctly, you liked it when we did things my way.”
“Don’t touch me.” she backed away as he approached, crowding her towards the wall.
“It’s all I’ve been craving for months.” he murmured, caging her in. “It’s time I treated you like my woman- fully. Enough games, precious.”
“It’s not a game. I despise you. You make my skin crawl.”
He hummed non-comitally. “I can make you feel lots of things, if you give me the chance.”
A resounding crack filled the space, and silence descended onto the room.
Hoseok’s head stayed turned to the side as Y/N stared at him in shock, her hand stinging from the impact.
Neither of them moved for a long moment.
Hoseok stayed eerily still as the handprint reddened across his cheek.
Y/N barely dared to breathe as she waited for his reaction. Never in her life had she raised her hand to someone before, not like this. She remembered playfights with her brother as a child, but she’d never purposefully struck someone before.
Slowly, Hoseok turned back to face her, his face devoid of emotion as he stared down at her.
“Hoseok…” she breathed, wide eyes meeting his dead stare.
“I didn’t realize you wanted to play rough, precious.” he exhaled, leaning in to breathe in the scent of jasmine wafting from her skin. His nose trailed along the column of her throat as he held her in place. “We can play rough if you want,” he chuckled, nipping at the delicate skin where her jaw met her neck. “but I think I can think of some other ways to celebrate that would be more fun.”
“No.”
“Mrs. Jung. Jung Y/N.” he purred, placing open-mouth kisses down her throat to her collarbone. “God, that sounds so fucking hot.”
“Get off.”
He groaned as her arm snaked up and around his neck, finding cruel purchase in his hair as she tried to yank him away from her. “The things you do to me, precious.” She yanked on his hair again, eliciting another groan. “Keep going, precious. Show me your rage.”
He pressed his hips against hers, pushing her up against the wall more firmly and causing her to still at the feel of the hardness against her hip. “I’ve been craving this for months.”
His hands snaked down, caressing her curves as they made their way behind her upper thighs, lifting her suddenly and forcing her to jump if she didn’t want to fall and bunching her skirt up around her thighs. With her legs wrapped around his hips, Hoseok took full advantage of their position to slip his hands beneath the bunched up fabric of her skirt, caressing her bare thighs as he ravaged her neck once more. “My patience has been hanging by a fucking thread.”
“You’re disgusting.”
He hummed, kissing his way but up towards her jaw. “You always smell so sweet- just like jasmine.”
“Pervert.”
“Mrs. Jung.” He sighed contentedly against her.
“I”ll scream.” She threatened as he sucked a mark into the place where her jaw and throat met each other.
“Good..” She yelped as he bit down more sharply. “I want everyone to know you’re mine.”
She snarled, digging her nails in as she tried again to push him away from her despite the instability of her position pressed up against the wall. “I want you.” He purred, sighing against her skin. “I want you so much is maddening. Just let me adore you, precious. Would that be so bad?”
She hissed as he pressed his hips into hers, nestling into the space between her thighs. “Aren’t you tired, precious? Aren’t you, lonely? Don’t you want to feel loved?”
“Not by you.”
“I’m all you’ve got, precious. Let me worship you.”
“I don’t need you to worship me.” A strangled sound tore from her throat as Hoseok rolled his hips against hers.
“I know.” he grinned, placing a kiss to her pulse point. “Let me do it anyway.”
“You’re the worst person I know.” she hissed, melting into his touch despite her own better judgement.
It had been so long since she’d been held like this- so long since she’d had anyone who wanted her the way that he did. She knew it was wrong. It was twisted in too many ways to even begin to untangle, but despite knowing that, she found a small part of her wanting to give in- wanting to be adored the way that Hoseok promised to adore her. Even if it was wrong, even if it was twisted, it had to be better than isolation.
“You’re the best thing in my life. My heart. My wife.”
“Stop it.”
“You don’t want me to.” He whispered against her lips.
“Despicable.”
And the worst part was, he was right. Despite everything, when he held her like this, when he looked at her with those eyes, he made her feel so… precious.
warnings: omegaverse, yandere behavior, toxic/abusive relationship dynamics, obsessive possessiveness, coercion, manipulation, stalking, intimidation, psychological abuse, emotional abuse, isolation from support systems, controlling behavior, abuse of authority/power imbalance, forced proximity, captivity/imprisonment themes, scenting/marking (omegaverse), alpha/omega dynamics, dominance and submission, heat/rut, dubious consent, non-consensual sexual content, forced kissing, physical restraint, breeding kink, mating bites, knotting, pregnancy, possessive pregnancy, body marking (bruises, hickeys, bite marks), choking/neck grabbing, rough sex, humiliation/degradation, objectification, fear, violence, blood/injuries, threats, reproductive coercion, loss of autonomy and explicit sexual content. (Includes warnings for the full-length NSFW version)
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- alpha jungkook who had spent his entire life being told that one day the pack would be his, who grew up with every elder and beta lowering their eyes before him and every omega treating him with careful reverence because everyone knew the future alpha was not someone to offend
- alpha jungkook who stands beside his father as your pack officially merges with theirs, barely paying attention to the formal speeches until he catches the sweetest omega scent threading through the crowd, his head turning before he even realizes he’s searching for its owner
- alpha jungkook who finds you tucked quietly behind your pack elders, hands folded in front of you, avoiding everyone’s gaze as though shrinking into yourself might make the dozens of unfamiliar wolves disappear
- alpha jungkook who cannot hear another word his father says after that because all he can think is mine
- alpha jungkook who has never believed in destiny, dismissing the old stories about wolves recognizing one another at first sight as little more than comforting myths told around winter fires, only to spend the entire ceremony unable to drag his eyes away from the shy omega who refuses to look back at him
- alpha jungkook who learns your name before sunset and your mating status before the following morning through elders and packmates who never question why their future alpha suddenly seems so interested in one newly arrived omega
- alpha jungkook who as the Alpha’s son and heir to the pack treats the newly merged pack members like intruders to be culled yet directs his singular predatory focus entirely on you by pinning you under his stare while you struggle to remain upright under the weight of his alpha dominance
- alpha jungkook who doesn’t care about the customs of your old pack, finds you in the communal dining hall, walking straight past his own lieutenants to kick the chair next to you and forcing you to sit still as he leans in far too close, his hand resting on the back of your neck as he enquires about how you’re “settling in”
- alpha jungkook who interrupts your chores, finds you in the woods gathering supplies and shadows your every step with his sheer physical presence stifling the air around you until you’re trembling
- alpha jungkook who publicly corrects your posture during pack gatherings with his large calloused hands gripping your waist to adjust you and his touch burning through your clothes as he murmurs “you need to learn how to present yourself if you want to stay in my pack” while the rest of the pack watches in fearful silence
- alpha jungkook who displays a terrifyingly calm precision when he’s angry unlike the other hot-headed pack members, stares you down with those wide intense eyes, tapping his fingers against his thigh in an impatient beat until you are so unnerved by the silence that you end up apologizing for things you didn’t even do just to get him to stop looking at you
- alpha jungkook who uses his natural restless energy to keep you constantly off balance by appearing suddenly in your peripheral vision or blocking your path in narrow corridors, his chest broad and imposing, forcing you to look up at his set jaw and eyes that hold a predatory glint as he waits for you to step aside or drop your gaze in submission
- alpha jungkook who finds your naturally flowery scent offensive to his senses and will corner you against the pack house walls with his calloused thumb pressing firmly into your scent gland until you whimper, effectively layering his own scent of rain, pine and metallic iron over you until you feel like you are suffocating in his presence
- alpha jungkook who notices you glancing at other omegas in the pack and proceeds to isolate you, manufacturing tasks that keep you occupied in the high security training zones where only he and his closest lieutenants have access, effectively cutting off your social tether to anyone but him
- alpha jungkook who makes a habit of "inspecting" your living quarters citing the need to ensure the safety of the new members only to spend the time inhaling your scent from your pillows and leaving his own heavy aggressive musk layered over your bedding until you feel like you can’t breathe without tasting him
- alpha jungkook who catches you trying to sneak away during the night, cornering you against a stone wall in the dark with his body slamming into yours and his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of your neck as he growls that you are never going anywhere without his explicit permission
- alpha jungkook who takes you to the highest ridge of the pack territory, showing you the expanse of his future domain with his arm a band of iron around your waist and telling you that everything you see here belongs to him now
- alpha jungkook who is hyper aware of the pack’s hierarchy and uses it to isolate you, intentionally assigning you to "special duties" that require you to stay in his quarters and ensuring that when other members of your former pack come looking for you he can turn them away with a single thunderous growl and a display of teeth that leaves no room for argument
- alpha jungkook who loves to play with the strings of your emotions, acting perfectly charming and helpful in front of his father the Pack Alpha only to turn freezing cold and demanding the moment the door to his room clicks shut which serves as a terrifying reminder that there is nowhere in this territory where you can find someone who will truly stand up to him for your sake
- alpha jungkook who brings you gifts in the form of fresh kills, rare pelts, polished stones and expects you to be grateful with his smile never quite reaching his eyes if you try to refuse and his voice dropping as he asks if you really want to insult the future pack leader
- alpha jungkook who notices you hiding a tremor when he enters a room so he purposefully drops his voice into that deep gravelly register that vibrates in your chest and steps into your personal space until you’re pressed against a wall with his nose nuzzling into the scent gland at your neck to inhale deeply
- alpha jungkook who displays an obsessive streak regarding your health with him obsessively checking your pulse or forcing you to eat until you are nauseous, his eyes scanning your body with a possessive hunger that makes you feel like an object under a microscope
- alpha jungkook who when he is in a foul mood will spar with other pack members until they are broken and bloody and then immediately find you and forcing you to clean his wounds or help him out of his gear as his eyes track your every hesitant movement with a dark intensity that demands you acknowledge the violence he is capable of unleashing
- alpha jungkook who whenever he sees you struggling to carry heavy supplies from the new pack stores knocks the items from your hands with a casual kick with his eyes turning hard as he tells you that he’d much rather see you tired from being under him than tired from manual labor that is beneath a mate of the future leader
- alpha jungkook who in a moment of twisted intimacy sits you in front of a mirror in his private chambers and forces you to watch his reflection behind yours as his hands move over your skin with as he whispers “look at yourself, look at how you tremble for me” making you witness your own loss of autonomy until you are weeping because you’re overwhelmed by the reality that there is no part of your life he doesn't own
- alpha jungkook who during the cold winters forces you to share his fur lined sleeping pelt with his large body acting as a living furnace that traps you completely as he presses you into the mattress with his heavy thigh thrown over your hips to keep you anchored and his palm splayed over your stomach to "keep the warmth in” and his eyes tracking your every shallow breath in the dark
- alpha jungkook who senses the subtle shift in your scent that heralds your heat and immediately stops his training, his eyes darkening to obsidian as he abandons the pack yard and locks the heavy timber door to his quarters from the inside the moment you stumble through with his movements fluid and predatory as he stalks toward you, trapping you against the heavy wood
- alpha jungkook who ignores your breathless protests that you aren't ready as his large calloused hands grip your wrists to pin them above your head with his voice dropping into a guttural alpha rumble that forces a submissive whine from your throat making his teeth scrape against the sensitive skin of your neck as he growls “you’ve been playing coy for weeks little one but your body is screaming for me and I’m done waiting”
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- alpha jungkook who when he finally knots you at the end of his brutal heat gives you a mating bite so cruel, it bruises the skin of your neck for weeks and makes other omegas stop and stare as your new mate finally lets you out of his room
- alpha jungkook who discards all pretense and simply keeps you in his quarters ensuring your days are marked by the heavy suffocating scent of his devotion and your nights consumed by his need to mark you repeatedly until you can’t remember a time before his hands were on you
- alpha jungkook who when you realize you’re pregnant with his heir becomes a fortress refusing to let you leave his side with his protective instinct twisting into a claustrophobic need to keep you hidden away from the world entirely and cradling your belly as if it were a fragile precious treasure that belongs solely to his lineage
- alpha jungkook who becomes increasingly needy as your pregnancy progresses and develops a compulsive wish to be by your side at any time that he can, making you wonder at the stark contrast of the strict alpha who rules the pack and the needy mate who walks behind you with his arms wrapped around your frame even as you swat at him to move away so that you can complete your chores
- alpha jungkook who stands at the head of the pack meeting with his hand resting possessively on your shoulder and his thumb digging into your collarbone as he announces to everyone that you are carrying the next generation with his eyes daring anyone to even look at you with anything other than total cowering reverence
- alpha jungkook who in the quiet of his room becomes the only world you know as he whispers into your hair and he holds you against his chest “you were so shy when you arrived my little omega but look at you now, you’re completely mine inside and out and you’re never going to be anything else as long as I breathe”
TEASER FOR THE FULL LENGTH VERS.-
- alpha jungkook who while buried deep inside you during the height of your slickest most frantic release pauses his rhythm just long enough to sneer at the puddle soaking the sheets beneath you with his voice dripping with cruel amusement as he murmurs “look at you losing all control. you’re leaking like a faucet, so pathetic and desperate that you can’t even hold your own water. does it feel like you’re pissing yourself on my cock pup? do it, leak all over your alpha’s knot”
Mwahaha I’m the first to post about Yandere Animal Hospital 🏥❤️💉🩸
Something mysterious has been stalking you throughout your shifts working at the hospital. I think It might have taken a little interest in you. The office feels quiet, where did your co workers go?
