the-sin-city

find what you love & let it kill you | yandere bts writer

[the-sin-city]

not your cliche bully

pairing - yandere!bully!jungkook x f!reader

summary - jungkook never misses any opportunity to make you weep.

warnings - mdi! triggering content, dacriphilia, yandere! highschool bully jk, mean sadist jk, delusional jk, victim reader, emotional reader, mature theme, non-consensual sex, penetrative sex, cursing, degradation, bullying, fainting.

word count - 1788

writer's note - mean jungkook is my fav genre but maybe I made him too mean. I know this is actually clithe as fuck but I couldn't find better titile name. xoxo

The loud music did little to dull the thundering of the door. You folded into yourself in the small toilet stall, praying the clanging hinges would not give up against jungkook’s merciless assault.

“I know you're in there, bird.” An amused laugh left his condescending mouth.

You squeezed your tear clumped eyes shut. You flinched at a particular loud blow which almost flanked the door open.

“Y/n, come out, when I'm still being nice.”

This was him being nice?

You remained mute, pursing your lips tightly to stifle your whimpers. You tried to drown your mind in the song playing through your earphones.

He will leave.

He will leave when he is tired.

Another cruel bang.

“Goddamn, answer me, bitch?”

You were pathetically folded on the closed commode seat, shrinking into a ball. You silently cried behind the confine of your palm, your chest sobbing violently.

Why had no one noticed that he had clearly entered the girls washroom? Was there no one around? No teachers? No janitors? No students??

“Y/n, this is the last time I'm asking you to come out.” he growled in a low warning tone. Amusement had disappeared from his voice, which frightened you even more.

“I'm giving you 10 seconds.” his feet tapped impatiently on the dirtied tiles, his words dulling over the roaring of your panicked heart.

Shivers springed on the entirety of your nape. Your watery eyes flickered over the door, anxiously contemplating your next action. But your body was so frozen in fright that it refused to move.

You were so so scared of him.

You removed the earpiece in suspicion when the movements stopped for several minutes. You bit your lips in anticipation of hearing some colourful language from him but nothing came.

You tried hard to heighten your hearing and sense his next move. You carefully stood up, nearing the small gray door. Your fingers trembled over the lock, continuously making sure you hadn't accidentally unlocked it.

..............

And next, you heard a flurry of movements and screamed in terror when you saw him trying to climb over the partition of the communal stall beside and reaching out for you from the gap above.

“Come here, you bitch!” he grunted in his struggle.

A sob broke loose as you hastily opened the door and made a run for your life. You unlocked the main door and fled, only to be snatched off the floor in no time. You saw his friend Jimin standing outside like a watchdog. Jungkook dragged your fluttering body back in the washroom and dumped you on the floor.

You snivelled in defeat, your stomach clenching in fright watching his darkened dilated eyes. He had you cornered, his hands rested on his hips as he glared down at you.

“What part of ‘Come to the terrace during maths class’ did you not understand?”

He purposely used that deep, gravel like tone to intimidate you.

You carefully slid up the tiled wall, shielding yourself with your hands incase he hit you. Your throat was painfully dry, you gulped audibly.

“I didn't —didn’t—”

You stuttered as he loomed closer, you felt his body heat, his rough breathing cloud you, his mouth smelt of cigarettes. You leaned sideways on the wall so that Jungkook couldn't completely press against you.

“Shut up! Can you stop embarrassing yourself?” Jungkook crunched his face in disgust.

You tightened your fist sized heart to take all the ugly insults he was going to hurl your way.

“What did you tell Miyoung?”

A stone dropped in your gut.

Your watery eyes widened, a red flush clouded your face, you quickly ducked your head in shame, your hair falling loose from your braid.

You felt so betrayed. You thought Miyoung was a good friend. She had been so nice to you. She had opened up so much to you and so had you. Shared so many secrets. But time and again, you were walloped in the face with the fact that no one was your true friend.

She shouldn't have shared your personal business with any third person.

Were you always going to be just a joke to people?

His chest was flushed against your arm by now, his airy whispers curled in your ear.

“You told her that you like me."

His fingers cupped your neck , the top of his thumb circling the centre of your neck.

You noisily inhaled and whispered a no. The pressure of his thumb doubled with every gulp you took.

“ I always knew there was something incredibly weird about you, but not on this level. I literally torment you , you should hate me but instead you like me? Like a kicked dog likes its master?” He laughed in mirth. He gripped the entirety of your neck and forced you to face his front. “You are definitely cracked, you know that.”

Your eyes narrowed, new tears breaking loose, feeling humiliated beyond belief. A chime started to ring in your ears, as the feeling of fear and hurt pierced deep in your chest.

“ How many times did I tell you not to even utter my name outside, to never associate yourself with me in public? ” You peered at him through your lashes, jilted and even if it looked like Jungkook was enraged, his knee buckled at that pathetic look from you and he shifted on his other foot.

He loved to intimidate you.

He took absolute pleasure in it.

You were his favourite toy to play when he had an itch.

He loved this feeling, this feeling of absolute power, of control he had on you, physically, mentally and emotionally. The triumph of seeing you shrunk at his words. The way you were affected by him, so intensely, so densely, it made him feral at times.

“ You're pathetic, you know that.”

That undid you, and the damn broke, your chapped upper lip covered your lower to stifle your sounds. “And I never want to be associated with some abnormal kid like you.”

Your cries were the best music to his ears.

“Please just leave me alone.” you said in an upset tone. Your sniffles became erratic and so did your effort to breathe in between them. Your chest moved with every hiccup.

Jungkook just observed you, deriving entertainment from every single detail of your weeping.

He was aroused.

“And why would I do that?” His body was almost entirely superimposed on you. The thumb that he had pressed on your jugular went to the tip of your chin where he lightly circled it.

You were about to push him away when he sneaked his other hand into your skirt and panties and cupped your folds.

He gave you a dangerous smile.

You stared at him in panic, as his eyes pooled with lust. You shook your head, a string of your ignored “nos” falling on his deaf ears.

His fingers poked your labias and you twisted in his hold.

Jungkook also loved to fuck you after you were done crying.

All drained, dazed and too tired to fight him.

He did not feel half as high after sex with his girlfriend as he did with you.

And though he would never tell a soul, he felt so smug and prideful when he heard his teammates mocking him about you “the below average” having a crush on him. Though he had twisted his face in disgust and gagged as a response for a good laugh of agreement, he had felt something burst inside his chest closer to happiness.

He claimed to hate you.

But he wanted to be liked by you.

Your mind should be occupied by him only.

You gasped at the pain of intrusion, two of his fingers were inside you, moving. A shudder left you when you felt the imprint of his hard member on your stomach.

You tugged at his wrist which was still on your neck to remove its weight, but instead he pinched your lips together to form a pout and pecked them repeatedly to distract you.

Your toes curled in your shoes when he inserted a third finger in you, you quickly grabbed his hand in alarm.

Jungkook halted and leaned away, he unblinkingly stared at your glistening lips, as if in trance.

You flinched hard, mewling in agony at the sharp sting, as Jungkook roughly dug his thumb nail in your clit. Shivers of pleasure and pain frantically travelled up your spine.

“Please stop!” you cried in agony.

“No!” you flinched at his shout. “Stop being fucking annoying.” he spat in irritation.

He quickly unzipped his pants and flipped your skirt up, slid your panties to the side and entered you.

You gasped at the intrusion, “ It hurts.”

“You like me, don't you? So fucking take it!!”, the last two words dragged into a growl as he rolled his head back. “Fuck” he loved the way your walls strangled his dick.

You squealed at the enormity of pain you were feeling, you involuntarily gripped his arm to ground yourself, to prevent yourself from tethering into darkness that dotted your vision.

All the while, Jungkook had his eyes squeezed shut, teeth gritted, head swimming in a surge of euphoria.

He just froze for half a second, enjoying the feeling of being inside you. His stomach curled with pleasure. His legs were noticeably trembling.

He looked down at you, head ducked to the side, hiding your snotting face into your shrunken shoulder. Few strands of your hair glued to your face from your tears. Your eyes remained closed wishing for this nightmare to be over soon. Fighting him was not going to stop him.

He bit into lip and began to piston into you, panting heavily. His nose brushed your crunched eyebrows. He kissed your watery eyelids and trailed kisses down the beautiful curve of your cheek.

“Don't pretend like you hate this, I know these are your happy tears from getting a chance to be fucked by me.” he chuckled in your ear.

You slowly fluttered your lashes open, sparkling dew drops hung on them. You looked up at him, eyes swollen and reddened and flooding with a new stream of tears.

Fuck.

Fucking beautiful.

His balls tightened, he increased the pace.

You gave him that look from before, the look of a jilted lover.

That hurt, expectant look was enough to get him off the edge.

“Shit- fuck, y/n!” his voice cracked.

He kissed your unmoving lips.

He was cumming.

“Fuck!”

Your eyes rolled back and so did his.

He groaned loudly and came inside you.

It was only after he came down from the high did he feel your body heavily leaning on him, your hands had fallen loose.

He cursed under his breath.

God.

You did not just faint on him.

[the-sin-city]

hey dear, are you a new writer? can you recommend me which fic of yours to read first.

hey!! yess!! I'm kind of a new writer. Still quite a beginner in yandere genre. I haven't posted much. Only one work. I do not have many fics written but you can find some of my baby writings here.

[chummywchimmy]

dark professor namjoon headcannons

warnings: yandere themes, jealous behaviour, power imbalance, slapping, praise and degradation, dubious consent, misogynistic behaviour, baby trapping, dumbification, manipulation and gaslighting. Whew!

note: the extreme nsfw part of this hc has been redacted. the full length, nsfw version (with serious warnings) is posted on my patreon for my subscribers. it is also available for purchase by non-subscribers under the shop section.

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- prof namjoon who noticed you during your first day in his class as you spilt your coffee all over the carpeted floors of his classroom-hall and bowed low enough to touch the ground in apology

-prof namjoon who, revered as the youngest professor in the university, commanded fear and respect in equal measure from all students, whose class you were warned against taking, being as he is notorious for failing more than half the students in the very first semester

-prof namjoon who, despite his abhorrence for clumsiness and insincere behaviour, is taken by an almost violent urge to glimpse your face in full as you keep bowing in apology

-prof namjoon who stumbles mid-sentence as you finally find a seat right next to the window that lets in a stream of warm sunlight and bathes you in an effervescent glow, your eyes shining with tears and cheeks red with embarrassment

-prof namjoon who feels a disgusting sense of satisfaction when he gives you the lecture of a lifetime, cold and scathing, when you approach him to apologize for the disturbance after the lecture ends and end up biting back tears at his sneer and choice of words that make you feel unworthy

-prof namjoon who picks you to answer a question during every lecture, who critiques your every opinion and response, even when the question is open-ended, just to glimpse the embarrassed and teary look in your eyes being directed at him

-prof namjoon who fixes the seating schedule, despite the students mocking him for being too strict and implementing a seating system in university, just so you would sit away from everyone else, especially from those pesky, barely adult boys with wandering eyes and too-friendly demeanours

-prof namjoon who becomes notorious for demanding short deadline assignments, killing the students’ social life, just so you would have no time to go out on the weekends and would instead have to think about his class (or, more optimistically, him)

-prof namjoon who is surprised by your dedication to your academics and grades your assignments as the highest in the class (nobody can blame him for sitting with those pieces of papers that had your intoxicating fragrance on them for hours, he even slept with them next to him. for science, of course)

-prof namjoon who thinks of you during his other lectures and calls other students by your name on accident, even turning around in the hallway to look at someone who looked like you for a moment

-prof namjoon who invites you to attend his seminar, only you, introduces you to his peers with a hand on your shoulder that tightens with each second you spend in the company of another young male professor

-prof namjoon who follows you around the buffet, carefully putting selections on your plate (you were becoming too thin, was he really overworking you so much?)

-prof namjoon who calls you to his office hours, patiently explaining every concept you had difficulty understanding (you were a little slow but that’s nothing he couldn’t remedy with his dedicated attention)

-prof namjoon who sees you holding hands with a boy in the hallway after class and cancels class for the entire week, claiming sick leave (he was sick with burning jealousy)

-prof namjoon who comes back to class, colder and meaner, whose words cut and who seems to have a vendetta against all his students, but especially you

-prof namjoon who berates you in front of the entire class for your miserable performance in the recent test, going as far as to suggest that you should opt for a course more suited to those as “simple-minded” as you

-prof namjoon who corners you in his office when you apologize to him for your poor performance and demands to know where exactly it is that you’re focussing because it surely isn’t on his classes (him)

-prof namjoon who slaps you when you argue back with him and feels a sense of satisfaction and elation as you look up at him with the same teary eyes you’d given him on the first day of your class with him

-prof namjoon who makes you sit on his lap and shushes you as you cry of embarrassment and rage, patting your head and calling you a good girl when you melt in his strong arms, aching for comfort from your offender and wanting a return to your prof who was proud of you

-prof namjoon who drops you home in his car and sends you flowers, hot chocolate and the entire set of his annotated books when you miss class the next day

-prof namjoon who shows up at your door the next evening, looking all suave and self assured, making you wonder if the previous day even happened, who takes you in his arms, presses you to his chest and tells you “i just want you to do well, my star student. im so proud of you, i really am”

-prof namjoon who starts by caressing your head as you begin sobbing in his arms again, overwhelmed by your confusing emotions, and begins to press light kisses on the top of your head that is tucked under his chin as he murmurs reassurances

-prof namjoon who rests his forehead against yours, looking deeply into your eyes as he rubs your cheeks before pressing his lips on the apples of your cheeks as your eyes flutter shut with a moan

-prof namjoon who crushes you to his chest as he licks your lips, pressing soft kisses on the corners of your mouth, tasting the salt of your fresh tears before sucking your lower lip as you let out a soft whine

-prof namjoon who asks you, “who has tasted this sinful mouth before me, angel?” before smirking at your refusal and saying “i will teach you, baby, just like everything else, i will teach you this too”

-prof namjoon who takes you throughout the evening, alternating between violent, rough sex and sweet, gentle love making, leaving you a trembling, sensitive, over-stimulated mess with hickeys painted all over your body

-prof namjoon who bathes you, shampoos your hair and tucks you in bed before leaving for his classes the next day

-prof namjoon who begins overtaking your life, taking you to uni with him in the mornings, teaching you in the afternoon, cooking you dinner in the evening, and making you cry on his bed with pain and pleasure throughout the night

-prof namjoon who subtly starts undermining your academic life, criticising your papers for your other classes, bringing you coloring books for kids when he goes on his bookstore runs, encouraging you to take leaves from the uni whenever you feel like it and fucking you from behind on your study table till you cannot stand on your two legs, till his cum is running down and puddling near your feet

-prof namjoon who refuses to wear a condom and “forgets” to pull out, taking you out for expensive dinners and shopping whenever you bring this up, afraid for the future

-prof namjoon who is happy when you jump into his arms one evening, devastated with the positive pregnancy test in your hands, and kisses you all over your face, spinning you around with joy as he tells you how happy he is that your beautiful body is nurturing the life he created inside it

-prof namjoon who stops you from going to uni, citing his concerns about a sensitive pregnancy and asks you to shift to online school, registering your name in one (after striking it off your uni admission list)

-prof namjoon who is overjoyed at you being confined to his house, per the constraints of your condition, and looks forward to coming home early each evening to surprise you with flowers and an oral orgasm

-prof namjoon who gently forbids you from talking to your male neighbours, affirming his right over your body as he pounds into you with your legs over his shoulders, grasping at your swinging breasts as you gasp for air

-prof namjoon who cannot believe how lucky he is, having his son and wife waiting at home for him, each day as he provides for them

[chummywchimmy]

ULTRAVIOLENCE

SUMMARY: Ending your relationship on a sour note, you never expected your childhood best friend, Jimin, to enter back into your life. Least of all, as your roommate’s boyfriend. Determined to keep your distance, you try to keep him at an arm’s length. But your childhood best friend turned bully has a score to settle.

PAIRING: Jimin X Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere behaviour, implied stalking, mean!Jimin, slight non-con, blackmailing behaviour, infidelity (not between the MCs), gun violence.

Word Count: 9k+

Note: Dedicated to my dear friend and patron m1n.ty, by whom this fic was originally commissioned and who has very kindly agreed to letting me post it!

PATREON

You met Park Jimin on a Tuesday afternoon when you were eight years old and still new enough to the school that every hallway felt unfamiliar.

The cafeteria was louder than anything you were used to. Voices were echoing off high ceilings, trays were clattering and children were shouting across tables as if silence was a crime punishable by death. You stood there for a moment longer than necessary with your tray in hand, scanning the room with the quiet desperation of someone hoping a seat might magically appear beside a friendly face.

Instead, a boy nearly collided with you.

He skidded to a halt just in time, sneakers squeaking against the polished floor. His cherubic face filled your field of vision, chubby hands grabbing at the air in front of him in an attempt to find his balance.

“Whoa,” he said, steadying the tray before it tipped out of your hands. “Careful.”

You blinked up at him.

He was small for his age but there was an artless sort of ease and innocence in the way he stood there. His hair was a soft sandy blond that curled slightly at the ends and his eyes held the kind of playful brightness that suggested trouble was never very far away.

“Sorry” you said. You felt kind of embarrassed standing here in front of this beautiful looking boy, streaked as your cheeks were with the tear tracks that had made their way down your face as your mom had dropped you off in front of your new school.

He glanced at your tray, then back at the cafeteria, then finally at you again.

“You’re new?”

You nodded. You hoped desperately that he would offer you a hand of friendship and you wouldnt have to stand here awkwardly anymore.

“I could tell. You’re standing there like you’re waiting for someone to adopt you.” He smiled at you mischievously.

You frowned.

“I’m looking for a seat.”

“Well you won’t find one just standing there.”

Before you could protest, he reached over, grabbed your wrist with casual familiarity and began weaving through the tables.

“Come on.”

You stumbled after him, startled but too curious to pull away.

“Where are we going?”

“My table. All my friends are there too” he said simply.

He stopped near the back of the cafeteria where a small group of kids were already halfway through their lunches. A boy with glasses looked up.

“Jimin, who is this?”

“New friend,” Jimin interrupted, nudging a chair out with his foot. “Scoot.”

The others shifted without argument and before you could question it further, you were seated among them. Jimin dropped into the chair beside you.

“I’m Jimin” he said, opening his milk carton. “What’s your name?”

You told him.

He grinned, stuffing his face with the mini choco chip cookies in front of him. At your continued stare, he forwarded the packet and nudged at you to take some.

You stared at the cookies.

“Are you bribing me?”

“Obviously.”

You picked one up.

“Why?”

Jimin shrugged easily.

“Because making friends is easier than being bored.”

That was the beginning.

From that day forward, Park Jimin inserted himself into your life with the natural ease of someone who had already decided he belonged there. He walked you to class as soon as you entered through the school gates. He shared his snacks with you when you forgot yours and stole your pencils when he was bored just to watch you get annoyed. When other kids tried to pick on you for being the new girl, Jimin stepped between you and them with a bright smile that somehow managed to be both charming and mildly threatening. You grew immensely fond of him, becoming his partner in crime whenever he went around teasing other classmates. The two of you were like two peas in a pod, with the same sense of humor, mannerisms, even your favorite games.

By the time you were ten, it felt impossible to imagine your school days without him.

You didn’t know anything about his family beyond the vague fact that his grandfather worked in politics. Jimin didn’t talk about it much and you didn’t care enough to ask. To you, he was just Jimin. The boy who climbed trees better than anyone else. The boy who laughed too loudly during quiet reading hour. The boy who always saved you a seat. If anyone had asked you then, you probably would have said he was your best friend. For a while, that was enough.

Until the adults found out.

It happened on your birthday. Your parents had allowed you to invite a few friends over for a small party at your house. It was something you had been excited about for weeks. When your mother asked who you wanted to invite, you rattled off names without much thought. Jimin’s had been the first.

You didn’t notice the way your father’s expression changed when you mentioned it.

“Y/N,” she said carefully “how long have you known this boy?”

You glanced up from your bed.

“Jimin? Since third grade.”

Your father stepped into the room behind her.

“Park Jimin?” he asked sharply.

You frowned.

“I guess? That’s his last name.”

Your mother exchanged a look with your father. Then he sighed heavily and rubbed his temple like you had just given him terrible news.

“You can’t see him anymore, kiddo” he said.

The words were so sudden that for a moment you thought you’d misheard.

“What? Why?”

“Y/N, we cannot be seen with any member from his family” your mother explained.

“But why, Mama?”

Your father didn’t bother softening it.

“His grandfather is Park Yeoncheol. You know that your Papa lost the last elections because of him. Your granddad would be very angry if he finds out that you’re friends with the Park boy.”

“Oh.”

Your mother stepped closer, kneeling in front of you.

“This isn’t your fault” she said gently. “But it’s better if you keep your distance from him.”

“He’s my friend.”

“Do you want Papa to be angry at you? He loves you so much. He would be so sad if he hears of this, love.”

You tried arguing after that. You tried explaining that none of this had anything to do with you or Jimin. Your parents didn’t care.

The next day at school, the words felt heavy in your throat.

Jimin found you by the lockers like he always did.

“Y/N! Have you thought about which cake you’re going to order for the party? You know I love black forest but I can also make do with butterscotch.” He grinned at you cheekily.

You hesitated.

His smile slowly faded when he saw your expression.

“What’s wrong?”

You swallowed.

“My parents found out who your grandfather is.”

Jimin frowned slightly.

“…Okay?”

“They don’t want me talking to you anymore.”

The confusion on his face lasted exactly three seconds before disbelief replaced it.

“You’re kidding.”

“I’m not.”

“Why would that matter?”

“Because our families are rivals.”

He stared at you. “And?”

“And they said we can’t be friends.”

Jimin laughed not because it was funny but because the alternative was worse.

“That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.”

“I know.”

“So we should just ignore them.”

You shook your head helplessly.

“They’ll ground me.”

“For how long?”

“I don’t know.”

“Then we’ll just keep hanging out at school.”

“They’ll find out.”

“They don’t have to.”

Your chest tightened.

“You’re not understanding.”

“No” Jimin said quietly, “I think I am.”

The shift in his voice made your stomach drop.

“You’re choosing them.”

“That’s not fair.”

“You’re doing exactly what they told you.”

“I’m ten!”

“And?”

“And I can’t just ignore my parents! I don’t want to make Papa sad” Your lips wobbled, eyes filling with tears at your situation.

For a moment neither of you spoke. Then Jimin looked away. When he looked back, the softness that usually lived in his expression was gone.

“Fine,” he said lightly.

The sudden indifference caught you off guard.

“Fine?”

“Yeah.”

You waited for him to argue more but he didn’t.

“You’re not even going to fight me on this?” you asked.

“What’s the point?”

“You just said it was stupid!”

“It is.”

“Then why are you acting like you don’t care?”

Something that looked very close to hurt flickered in his eyes. But it vanished quickly behind a careless smile.

“Because if you’re going to dump me that easily,” he said “we probably weren’t that good of friends anyway.”

The words hit harder than you expected. You eyes widened, two fat tears rolling down your cheeks.

“That’s not true.”

“Sure.”

“Jimin-”

“Don’t worry about it, Y/N”

You watched him walk away with a strange tightness in your chest, knowing you had lost that sweet boy, your sweet boy, forever. That was the moment everything changed.

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At first, the change in Jimin wasn’t obvious. For the first few days after your parents forbade the friendship, he simply stopped approaching you. He no longer waited by your locker in the mornings or dragged you toward the cafeteria during lunch. When you passed him in the hallway, he didn’t speak, didn’t smile, didn’t even acknowledge your presence beyond a brief glance that slid away as quickly as it appeared.

It should have made things easier. Instead, it made everything feel strangely hollow. You had expected anger. Some kind of confrontation. Jimin had never been the quiet type and his sudden indifference felt more unsettling than a fight would have.

A week passed like that.

Then the comments started.

You were reaching into your locker one morning when Jimin leaned against the metal door beside it, a sneer pulling on his otherwise sweet face.

“Well, if it isn’t the girl who abandons her friends because her dad told her to.”

Your hand froze halfway to your backpack, shame and guilt clawing at your chest. You did realise what a bad friend you had been to him but your pride wouldn’t let you admit it in front of the entire school.

“I didn’t abandon you” you said stiffly.

He finally glanced at you, eyes bright with amusement.

“Could’ve fooled me.”

“I tried to explain.”

“Sure.” His mouth curved slightly. “You know, I told my grandfather about that.”

Your head snapped toward him.

“You did not.”

“I did.”

“And what did he say?”

Jimin shrugged.

“He thought it was funny.”

You stared at him in disbelief.

“That’s not funny.”

“No” he agreed lightly. “It’s pathetic.”

The insult stung more than you expected.

“You’re being rude, Jimin.”

“Am I?”

“Yes.”

He pushed himself upright, slinging his backpack over one shoulder.

“Well” he said as he started walking away “at least I’m consistent.”

The encounters didn’t stop there. If anything, they became more frequent.

Jimin had always been mischievous but now his attention carried a sharper edge and without his support, you were unbearably alone.

When you raised your hand to answer a question in class, he would mutter something just loud enough for the surrounding students to hear.

“Careful, guys” he’d say. “She might cry if the answer’s wrong.”

When you joined a group game during gym, he would conveniently end up on the opposite team.

“You probably shouldn’t run” he told you once, blocking your path with an easy smile. “Wouldn’t want to hurt yourself. You know that you’re not very sporty.”

You shoved past him.

“Move.”

“Oh” he said brightly, “she bites now.”

You learned quickly that reacting only encouraged him.

But ignoring Jimin Park had always been difficult, even when he was infuriating. Especially then.

One afternoon during recess, you were sitting under the large oak tree near the edge of the field when a shadow fell across your book. You didn’t need to look up to know who it was.

“What do you want?” you asked flatly.

Jimin crouched down in front of you, resting his elbows on his knees.

“You know,” he said thoughtfully, “I’ve been thinking.”

“That’s new.”

He ignored the comment.

“If your parents are so worried about us being friends, maybe they’re right.”

You glanced up.

“What does that mean?”

“It means maybe you’re not worth the trouble.”

Your jaw tightened.

“Then why do you keep bothering me?”

Jimin tilted his head slightly, studying your face. The silence stretched long enough that you wondered if he was going to answer at all. Finally he smiled.

“Because it’s fun.”

The words were light but something about the way he said them made your chest feel tight.

“You’re cruel,” you said quietly.

“Aww”

Then he reached forward and tugged sharply on one of your pigtails. The sudden sting made you yelp, your face screwing up as you tried to push back the incoming tears.

Jimin laughed as he straightened.

“You should wear your hair down” he said. “This is too easy.”

“Just leave me alone.”

His smile lingered for a moment longer before fading into something unreadable.

“Maybe I will” he said.

But he didn’t. Because even when he mocked you or stole your pencils or made snide remarks loud enough for half the classroom to hear, Jimin never let anyone else do the same.

One boy had tried once. The result was a black eye and a week-long suspension for Jimin. When the teacher had asked what happened, he only shrugged. “Tripped” he had said.

You heard about it later from someone else. You didn’t thank him but the warmth in your heart that you had carried only for him, since you were eight, even when his childish cruelty made you sob quietly in the washroom stalls, only burned brighter.

You argued more than you spoke normally, sometimes the insults were sharp enough to draw blood. But there were also moments when the old Jimin slipped through. Like the day you forgot your lunch and found a familiar packet of cookies sitting quietly on your desk during class. Or the time you tripped on the stairs and he grabbed your arm before you could fall, only to immediately shove you away afterward and mutter something about clumsiness.

Neither of you acknowledged those moments.

Then, during the summer before eighth grade, your parents made another decision.

“You’re transferring schools next semester” your father announced casually.

You looked up from your plate.

“What?”

“A boarding school” your mother clarified gently. “It’s one of the best in the country.”

“But my school is fine.”

Your father exchanged a look with your mother.

“This will be better for your future.”

“You’re sending me away because of him” you realized.

Your father didn’t deny it.

“It removes unnecessary complications.”

Your chest tightened.

“That’s stupid.”

“Y/N-”

“I already stopped being friends with him!”

“That’s not the point.”

“Then what is?”

Your father’s voice hardened slightly.

“The point is that you need to grow up and focus on your studies.”

You wanted to argue and to scream but deep down you knew the decision had already been made, like all the decisions before this.

And two weeks later, you packed your bags.

The last day before you left, you saw Jimin standing near the school gates after class. He leaned against the fence with his hands shoved into the pockets of his jacket, looking like he had been there for a while. You almost walked past him.

“I’m leaving” you said.

Jimin didn’t move.

“Yeah” he replied quietly. “I heard.”

“Boarding school.”

“Sounds fancy. You must be happy.”

You sighed. No matter how much you might hope for it, the boy you thought was your best friend, your confidant, the boy whose eyes and innocent smile made your childish heart skip beats, just couldn’t be found anymore.

Finally you shifted awkwardly.

“Well then, goodbye.”

Jimin’s head lifted slightly as something flickered in his eyes.

“Goodbye?” he repeated.

You swallowed.

“What else am I supposed to say?”

He studied your face for a long moment. Then he laughed softly.

“You always were dramatic.”

The familiar mockery should have been comforting. Instead it felt hollow.

“I guess I’ll see you around” you said.

He didn’t reply. You hesitated. For a moment you almost apologized.

Then you remembered the months of teasing, the constant insults, the way he had made school feel like a battlefield. So you didn’t.

You turned and walked away instead, hoping against hope that he might stop you, or just wish you goodbye once so you could hold the hand of the only boy you had ever loved in your young life. But nothing like that happened. Jimin watched you go.

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Boarding school forced you to rebuild your life faster than you would have liked. The first few months were awkward and lonely in the quiet, suffocating way that comes from realizing nobody around you knows who you used to be. No childhood routines. No familiar faces. Just long hallways, strict schedules and the constant expectation that you would adjust.

Eventually, you did. Mostly because of Kelly. She arrived halfway through your first semester with the sort of personality that refused to be ignored, friendly in a way that made resistance pointless. Within a week she had decided you were her person and within a month the rest of the dorm seemed to accept that the two of you operated as a unit.

Kelly talked enough for both of you. She filled silences easily, dragged you into social situations you normally would have avoided and somehow made the sterile atmosphere of the academy feel almost bearable. More importantly, she never asked about the strange gaps in your stories. When people reminisced about childhood friends or hometown memories, you simply changed the subject. It wasn’t difficult. The truth was that you had spent a long time deliberately not thinking about Jimin. At first, the anger had made that easy. Memories of his smirking face in the hallway or the relentless teasing during class had been enough to convince yourself that cutting him out of your life had been the right decision. You had repeated that logic often enough that eventually it started sounding believable. The crush you had harbored on him despite his cruel nagging started feeling stupid and hazy and anger took its place.

Time helped too. Three years was a long time when you were young. Long enough for old friendships to fade into something hazy and distant.

By the time you and Kelly graduated and moved to the city together for university, Park Jimin had become little more than an unpleasant chapter you rarely revisited.

Which was why you didn’t think twice when Kelly burst into your apartment one evening with a grin that practically split her face in half.

“You have to meet him” she announced, dropping her bag onto the couch.

You looked up from your laptop with mild suspicion.

“Meet who?”

“My boyfriend.”

You blinked.

“Since when do you have a boyfriend?”

“Since two months ago.”

“And you’re telling me now?”

Kelly flopped dramatically into the armchair across from you.

“Because I wanted to make sure it wasn’t a disaster first.”

You snorted.

“That’s optimistic. What’s so special about this one, then?”

“He’s different.”

“They always are.”

Kelly pointed a finger at you accusingly.

“You’re being negative.”

“I’m just being realistic.”

“You’ll like him, I’m sure.”

“That’s exactly what you said about the wannabe finance bro who tried to explain investment portfolios to us during brunch.”

Kelly waved the comment away impatiently.

“Jimin is not like that.”

The name barely registered at first. It was common enough that your brain didn’t immediately attach meaning to it.

“Oh?” you said absently. “What’s he like?”

Kelly leaned back with a dreamy smile.

“Kind of an asshole, honestly.”

You raised an eyebrow, a smile splitting your face.

“That’s a selling point?”

“But in a charming way” she insisted. “You know the type. Sarcastic, confident, a little mean but funny enough that you can’t really be mad about it.”

Something in your chest shifted faintly, though you couldn’t immediately explain why.

“And you like this man?” you asked.

“Unfortunately.”

You shook your head.

“You have terrible taste. It has been proven time and again.”

“He’s also ridiculously attractive.”

“Ah” you said as you snorted “Now we’re getting to the real reason.”

Kelly grabbed a pillow and threw it at you.

“Just come to dinner tonight.”

You caught the pillow and tossed it back.

“I already have plans.”

“With who?”

You hesitated.

“…Myself.”

“Cancel them. Please, for me.”

“I’m not cancelling my evening alone because you’re in love with a jerk.”

“You’re not cancelling” Kelly corrected. “You’re upgrading. Besides, you should go out a little. Socialize, talk to a few guys. How in the world would you ever get a boyfriend if you continue this? It’s not like men are queuing up around the block for a girl who never leaves home.”

You stared at her for a moment before sighing, a small twinge pinching your heart at the constant reminder of your perpetually single status. You knew Kelly didn’t mean it in an insulting way.

“Fine.”

She clapped excitedly.

“Great. We’re meeting him at that bar on Sixth.”

You closed your laptop.

“If he’s insufferable, I’m leaving early.”

“He’s not insufferable.”

You gave her a skeptical look.

“You literally described him as an asshole.”

“A charismatic asshole.”

“That’s worse.”

Kelly just laughed.

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The bar was loud in the comfortable way that came with a busy Friday night, music humming through the walls, conversation spilling over from crowded tables, the soft clink of glasses behind the counter.

You spotted Kelly immediately.

She was already sitting in a booth near the back, waving enthusiastically when she saw you. And someone else was sitting across from her. For a moment you only noticed the posture first. Relaxed and leaning back slightly in the booth like the entire room was his.

Then he turned his head.

Shaggy blonde hair fell loosely across his forehead, longer than it had been when you were children. The cut was deliberately careless, giving him a slightly rebellious edge that matched the dark jacket slung over the back of his chair. As he turned, the sharp line of his jaw, contrasted by the plump shape of his lips that were pulled into a knowing smile made your face heat up and your heart pump erratically in your chest. And his eyes. Oh, those pools of obsidian, so predator- like in their feline shape. Cruel in the exact same way you remembered.

Park Jimin’s eyes met yours across the bar. He didn’t look surprised. If anything, he looked entertained.

Kelly stood up eagerly. “There you are!”

Your feet carried you forward automatically, though every instinct in your body screamed that something had just gone very, very wrong.

“Y/N,” Kelly said brightly, “this is my boyfriend.”

Jimin’s gaze never left your face. His smile widened slowly, like someone savoring a private joke.

“Jimin,” Kelly finished happily.

You stared at him.

He looked older, obviously, with a sharper jawline, broader shoulders, confidence worn like a second skin but the essence of him was exactly the same. Dangerously self-assured.

Jimin tilted his head slightly as you approached the table and sat down on the furthest possible chair from him to avoid his penetrating gaze.

“Well” he said smoothly.

His voice had deepened over the years but the tone was unmistakable.

“That’s a familiar face.”

Kelly glanced between you both.

“You two know each other?”

You opened your mouth.

Before you could answer, Jimin spoke first.

“Oh, we go way back.”

Something about the way he said it made your stomach tighten. Meanwhile, Kelly looked delighted.

“Seriously? That’s crazy.”

Jimin’s eyes flicked over you slowly, deliberately after giving Kelly a smirk.

“You’ve changed, Y/N” he said.

You folded your arms.

“You haven’t.”

His grin sharpened, almost baring his teeth as his eyes flicked over your face cruelly as if cataloguing for the faults in your visage.

Kelly laughed nervously.

“Okay, I feel like I’m missing context.”

Jimin leaned his elbow on the table, still watching you with unsettling focus.

“We were childhood friends,” he explained lightly.

You let out a short, humorless laugh.

“That’s one way to describe it.”

His eyebrow lifted.

“Not the way you’d choose?”

“I’d say something closer to ‘childhood menace.’”

Kelly looked between you both with growing fascination.

“Oh my god,” she said. “You two hate each other.”

Jimin’s gaze didn’t waver.

“Hate is a strong word.”

You met his eyes coolly.

“Not strong enough.”

For a moment the tension between you was almost tangible. Then Jimin leaned back in the booth with a quiet chuckle, his dark blue shirt pulling at his chest, affording you a view of the lean muscles of his chest. You gulped as your eyes flickered away.

“Well,” he said casually, “this should make things interesting.”

Dinner that night should have been uncomfortable. Instead, it became something worse. Jimin had always been the kind of person who thrived in chaos and the moment he realized exactly how awkward the situation was, he settled into it with the easy confidence of someone who had just been handed an extremely entertaining toy.

Kelly, blissfully unaware of the undercurrents running between the two of you, spent the first ten minutes enthusiastically filling the silence.

“So you guys went to school together?” she asked, glancing between you.

Jimin rested his chin lightly on his hand, his gaze still fixed on you with unsettling patience.

“Something like that.”

You picked up your drink, deliberately avoiding his eyes.

“We survived the same building, at least I did. Jimin here was too busy trying to make sure that I didn’t.” you corrected.

Kelly laughed.

“That sounds dramatic.”

Jimin’s smile tilted.

“She’s always been dramatic. Trying to make everything bigger than it really is. I don’t remember any such antagonistic feelings between us. Maybe my memory of you is just hazy, Y/N.”

You scoffed quietly as he tried to deliberately downplay your relationship, smirking at you cheekily.

“You used to pull girls’ hair and call them dramatic when they got mad.”

Kelly looked delighted.

“Oh my god, really?”

“Constantly” you said, taking a sip of the drink that had already been ordered before you had arrived. It was your favorite. Kelly remembered that for once.

Jimin didn’t look remotely embarrassed.

“I was ten.”

“You were annoying.”

“And you were easy to annoy. Always so stuck up and allergic to fun. Has she become any better?” He laughed, putting an arm behind Kelly’s chair as he peered at her, egging Kelly on in an attempt to humiliate you. Kelly merely let out an uncomfortable snort.

Dinner continued like that for a while.

Kelly talked. You responded politely. Jimin watched.

It became increasingly difficult not to notice the way his attention kept drifting back to you. The subtle, almost lazy glances that lingered just a second longer than necessary.

When Kelly reached for his hand across the table, he allowed it without hesitation. But his gaze never left your face. You felt it every time.

By the end of the meal, your patience was wearing dangerously thin.

“So,” Kelly said cheerfully as the waiter cleared the plates and accepted Jimin’s card that he so graciously forwarded before the two of you could say anything, “we should all hang out sometime. The three of us.”

You immediately shook your head, “I’m busy.”

Jimin chuckled softly.

“You didn’t even ask when.”

“I don’t need to.”

Kelly rolled her eyes.

“You’re being rude.”

“I’m being honest. I need to work hard this semester if I want to land an internship.”

Jimin leaned back in his chair, crossing one ankle over his knee.

“You know,” he said thoughtfully, “I missed this.”

You looked at him sharply.

“Missed what?”

“This charming personality of yours.”

“Don’t flatter yourself. It’s not for you.”

“Really?” he asked mildly, an eyebrow hitching.

Something about the question made your stomach tighten. Kelly sighed.

“You two are exhausting.”

“Then stop inviting him places” you suggested.

Jimin’s smile widened slowly.

“Good luck with that.”

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Unfortunately, he was right. Over the next few weeks, Park Jimin began appearing in your life with irritating consistency.

It started innocently enough.

Kelly inviting you both to brunch. A movie night. Drinks after class. At first, you assumed it was a coincidence.

Then you started noticing patterns. If Kelly suggested meeting somewhere, Jimin would already know the place. If you mentioned plans in passing, somehow he ended up nearby. Even when the two of you, Kelly and you, would make plans to hang out sans Jimin, he would inevitably show up to annoy you.

Once would have been chance.

Three times felt suspicious.

By the fifth time, it felt deliberate.

You were leaving the campus library late one evening when you spotted him leaning against the hood of a black sports car parked across the street.

Your steps slowed.

Jimin glanced up as if he had been expecting you. His mouth curved into a familiar smirk.

“Well,” he said as you approached, “look who it is.”

Your eyes narrowed.

“Why are you here?”

“Kelly mentioned you were studying.”

“That was four hours ago.”

He shrugged.

“I had time.”

Something about that answer made irritation spark immediately.

“You waited four hours?”

“Don’t sound so flattered.”

“I’m not flattered. I’m confused.”

Jimin pushed himself off the hood of his car, hands sliding casually into the pockets of his tailored charcoal pants.

“Kelly wanted to grab dinner together.”

“She could have texted me.”

“She did.”

You checked your phone. There was a message you hadn’t seen. You looked back up at him suspiciously.

“You still didn’t need to wait.”

“I didn’t mind.”

“You’re being weird, you know that right?”

“I’ve been told.”

You stared at him for a moment longer.

“Where’s Kelly?”

“Running late.”

“So it’s just us?”

“For now.”

You exhaled slowly.

“Fantastic.”

Jimin studied your expression with quiet amusement.

“You’re still holding a grudge.”

“You were insufferable for two years.”

“You deserved most of it.”

Your jaw tightened and you looked away from his face. The street lights casted a yellow so pale on his face that his skin looked almost luminescent, eyes glowing as they dug into yours.

There was a brief pause. Then he tilted his head slightly.

“You cut your hair.”

You blinked.

“…What?”

“It used to be longer.”

The comment caught you off guard.

“How would you know that?”

Jimin shrugged lightly.

“I notice things.”

The answer felt oddly vague but before you could press further, Kelly’s voice called from across the street.

“Sorry! Traffic was awful!”

She hurried toward you both, slightly out of breath.

Jimin stepped back easily as she reached them. You realised how close the two of you had been standing, him with one of his hands on his car and the other inside his pocket as he bent towards you, your faces close together. Your heart was thundering.

“Miss us?” he asked.

“Obviously” she replied, slipping her arm through his.

The movement should have looked natural instead it felt strangely performative. He glanced at you briefly. Just long enough for you to see the quiet amusement in his eyes.

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Over time, the pattern became undeniable.

Jimin didn’t just tolerate your presence. He seemed to seek it out. If Kelly invited you somewhere, he made sure he came along. If you declined plans, he conveniently had some work come up. In front of your eyes, Jimin would be unbearably touchy, constantly putting his arm around Kelly’s shoulders and caressing her face. It was irritating but you bore it for your friend’s sake. However, stranger still was your friend’s confession that Jimin had yet to kiss her. When you asked what was stopping him, Kelly looked uncharacteristically abashed and murmured that he was old fashioned and wanted to wait. It was a strange contrast. Nevertheless, this PDA in front of you (sans the kissing), never stopped.

Sometimes he provoked you directly. Other times he simply observed. It was subtle enough that Kelly never noticed but you did.

One evening during drinks, Kelly excused herself to take a phone call outside, leaving the two of you alone at the table.

You didn’t bother pretending politeness.

“Alright,” you said flatly.

Jimin lifted an eyebrow, his hand coming up to gently caress his lower lip, the silver ring on his thumb and the watch on his wrist catching the strobing lights.

“Alright what?”

“What are you doing?”

“Drinking.”

“You know what I mean.”

His lips curved faintly.

“You’re going to have to be more specific than that.”

“You hate me.”

“That’s a strong word.”

“You bullied me for two years.”

“And you abandoned me first.”

“That was years ago.”

“Time flies.”

You leaned forward slightly.

“Then why are you constantly around me now? And what are you doing with Kelly? ”

Jimin studied you quietly for a moment. There was something unsettling about the calm focus in his eyes. Finally he smiled.

“You give me something to do.”

He ignored the latter part of your question completely. Your expression darkened.

“That’s not funny.”

“I wasn’t joking.”

Kelly returned before you could respond.

The conversation ended there but the tension didn’t because deep down, a quiet suspicion had begun forming in the back of your mind. Jimin’s behavior wasn’t just annoying. It was intentional.

And the way he watched you sometimes, too attentive, too patient, felt less like coincidence and more like someone slowly tightening invisible strings. You just hadn’t figured out why yet.

Jimin, on the other hand, seemed perfectly content to let the game continue. And judging by the faint, cruel satisfaction in his smile whenever you snapped at him he was enjoying every second of it.

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The club had been Kelly’s idea. Your semester exams were finally over and the reprieve from the academic pressure made you give in to her demand, even knowing your nemesis would surely be coming along.

It was loud in the kind of deliberate way that made conversation difficult and bad decisions easier. Music pulsed through the walls and floor alike, bass vibrating through your ribs as people crowded the dance floor beneath flashing lights.

You normally avoided places like this but tonight you had made an exception.

Kelly was already halfway through her second drink when she leaned across the table with a grin.

“I swear,” she said over the music, “you’ve been in a bad mood for weeks. We’re fixing that tonight.”

“I’m not in a bad mood” you replied.

She gave you a look that suggested she didn’t believe you for a second.

“Really? Because you’ve been snapping at everyone lately. Especially Jimin.”

At the mention of his name, your gaze shifted automatically across the room. He was standing near the bar with one hand resting casually on the counter, talking to someone you didn’t recognize. Even from a distance he looked completely at ease with his dark leather jacket pushed back slightly, shaggy blonde hair falling over his eyes as he leaned in to hear his companion.

As if sensing your attention, Jimin glanced up and your eyes met across the crowded room.

For a brief moment the noise seemed to fade behind the weight of his stare. Then his mouth curved into that familiar, infuriating smile. You looked away immediately. Kelly followed your gaze.

“You know,” she said thoughtfully, “I think you two secretly enjoy hating each other.”

“That sentence doesn’t make any sense.”

“It does if you’ve watched the way you argue.”

“We don’t argue.”

“You absolutely do. Like two siblings constantly at each other’s throats.”

You picked up your drink, an unknown guilt suffusing your chest at her words.

“He antagonizes me, that’s all.”

Kelly laughed.

“And you antagonize him right back.”

“Because he deserves it. Prick.”

Kelly leaned back in her chair, sighing.

“You’re both exhausting.”

You took a sip of your drink, trying to ignore the lingering awareness of Jimin somewhere behind you.

It didn’t help. Because even without looking, you could feel his attention like a physical weight.

After another few minutes, Kelly’s phone buzzed. She glanced down and groaned. Her journalism internship demanded all sorts of odd hours.

“Ugh. I have to take this.”

“Work?”

“Unfortunately.”

She stood, already heading toward the quieter hallway near the bathrooms.

“Don’t disappear on me” she warned.

“I won’t.”

The moment she left, the table felt strangely emptier.

You waited a few seconds before standing. Sitting alone felt awkward and the music was loud enough that dancing seemed like the easier distraction. The dance floor was crowded but energetic, bodies moving under shifting lights as the DJ changed songs.

You pushed your way into the center, letting the music drown out your thoughts. For a few minutes, it worked. Then someone tapped your shoulder.

You turned to see a tall guy with dark hair and a friendly smile.

“Hey,” he said, raising his voice slightly over the music. “You looked like you were dancing alone.”

“I was, yeah.”

“Mind if I fix that?”

You considered it briefly, your intoxicated brain considering the prospect. Then shrugged.

“Sure.”

He introduced himself though the name disappeared almost immediately under the music and you both moved with the rhythm of the crowd. It was harmless. The kind of meaningless interaction that usually faded from memory by morning. As his eyes lightly fell on your hips, you sashayed to the beat.

You didn’t notice Jimin until it was too late.

He had been watching from the edge of the floor for several minutes.

At first he simply observed. The way the stranger’s hand settled lightly on your waist. The way you laughed at something he said. The easy closeness of two people sharing a moment that had nothing to do with him.

Jimin’s expression remained calm but the longer he watched, the tighter his jaw became. Something dark and sharp twisted slowly in his chest. It wasn’t jealousy in the usual sense. It was something far more possessive, something that had been simmering quietly for years, something that was made crueler and darker by your callous abandonment of him, twice.

By the time the stranger’s hand slid slightly lower on your waist, Jimin had already made his decision.

He stepped onto the dance floor. The crowd shifted instinctively as he pushed through, his gaze locked firmly on the two of you. You didn’t notice him until a hand closed firmly around the stranger’s shoulder. The man turned, confused.

“Hey-”

The crack of the gunshot cut through the music like lightning. For a moment nobody moved. The sound echoed through the club as the bullet struck the ceiling above the dance floor, plaster raining down onto startled bodies below. Screams followed immediately after and music stopped abruptly. People began pushing toward the exits in sudden panic.

You stood frozen as Jimin lowered the handgun casually back to his side.

His eyes were burning, chest heaving as he ground down his teeth.

The stranger beside you stared in shock.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” he demanded.

Jimin didn’t answer. Instead he reached for the bottle sitting on a nearby table. The movement was so quick the man barely had time to react. Glass shattered against the side of his head with a brutal crack. The stranger collapsed instantly.

You stumbled back, heart hammering. The haze of vodka was finally clearing though not fast enough for you to run away from him like a bat out of hell.

“Jimin, what the hell are you doing?”

His gaze snapped toward you and the fury there was terrifying.

“What am I doing?” he repeated quietly, his eyes burning into yours.

“You just assaulted someone!”

Jimin stepped closer, the broken bottle still clutched loosely in his hand.

“You let him touch you.”

Your disbelief flared into anger.

“Excuse me?”

His voice dropped dangerously low.

“I was watching him all night. The way he kept looking at you. The way he thought he could just walk up and put his hands on you like that.”

“You’re insane.”

“Am I?”

“Yes!”

People were still scrambling toward the exits around you, the chaos building with every second. Jimin didn’t seem to notice. His entire focus was fixed on you.

“You think I’m insane,” he said slowly, “but you were the one standing there smiling while some stranger felt you up in the middle of a club.”

“He was dancing with me!”

“And that makes it acceptable?”

“It’s none of your business!”

Jimin laughed sharply.

“You really believe that?”

“Yes!”

The tension between you snapped.

“You’re dating my best friend!” you shouted.

His smile was cold. “That’s interesting.”

You stared at him.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

Jimin stepped closer again.

“You know what I find funny?” he said softly. “The fact that after all these years, you still act like you don’t understand the situation.”

“What situation?”

“This one.”

He gestured lazily between the two of you.

Your anger sharpened.

“You pulled a gun in a crowded club because I danced with someone.”

“You let him touch you.”

“You’re not my boyfriend! In fact, you are not even my friend. You are nobody to me. You don’t get to decide anything for me!”

Jimin’s expression darkened further.

“No,” he said slowly. “But that doesn’t mean you belong to anyone else.”

The possessiveness in his tone sent a chill down your spine.

“You’ve lost your mind. You really have.” You said, finally moving away from him as the gravity of the situation sunk in. His gaze followed you like a hunter carefully tracking a prey animal.

“Maybe.”

Your patience finally snapped.

“Listen carefully, Jimin, because I’m only going to say this once.”

You stepped closer, your voice dropping to a dangerously calm level.

“You don’t get to control me. Not now. Not ever. Whatever weird obsession you’ve built up in your head does not give you the right to dictate who I talk to or who I dance with.”

For a brief moment, something like amusement flickered in his eyes.

“You think this is about control?”

“What else would it be?”

Jimin leaned down slightly, his voice low enough that only you could hear it.

“It’s about the fact that you’ve been walking around for weeks pretending you don’t notice what’s happening.”

Your stomach tightened. “I notice that you’re an asshole.”

He chuckled quietly.

“You’ve always been good at avoiding the obvious.”

“And what exactly is ‘the obvious’?”

His eyes searched your face with unsettling intensity.

“The obvious,” he murmured, “is that I’ve spent years making sure you never forget I exist.”

Before you could respond, the distant wail of sirens cut through the chaos. Jimin glanced toward the entrance. Then he smiled again.

“Perfect timing.”

Your eyes narrowed.

“What did you do?”

He looked back at you.

“I called the police.”

For a moment you simply stared at him.

“You shot a gun in a club… and then called the police on yourself?”

“Not exactly.”

Understanding dawned slowly.

“You reported the club.”

“Anonymous tip” he confirmed casually.

You felt vaguely nauseous at the chaos that had inundated your life and opened your mouth to say somehting.

“Relax,” he interrupted. “They’ll shut the place down for the night. No big deal.”

“You’re unbelievable.”

The sound of approaching police cars grew louder outside. Jimin grabbed your wrist.

“Come on.”

You jerked your arm back.

“Don’t touch me.”

“You can stay if you want,” he said calmly. “But when the police start asking questions about who fired the gun, things might get complicated.”

Your stomach dropped. “You wouldn’t.”

His expression was almost innocent. “Wouldn’t what?”

“You’d drag my family into this?”

Jimin’s smile returned slowly.

“Your father’s entire campaign revolves around public image. Imagine how interesting the headlines would be if his daughter got caught up in a nightclub shooting. And, remind me again, where is the petty princess who would dump anyone to be in her family’s good graces?” He looked around theatrically before grabbing your arm and pulling you close to his chest as he exclaimed, “There she is!”

Your pulse spiked. “You’re a psychopath.”

You only got a cruel smile in return before he began dragging you towards the exit, his hand clutching your arm in a vice grip. Throwing you inside his car with a cruel carelessness, he shut the door with a bang. The engine roared to life.

As the police flooded into the club behind you, Jimin sped into the night. The city lights blurred past in streaks of neon and shadow as the car tore through empty streets. He didn’t slow down until you were miles away.

When he finally stopped in an empty overlook above the city, you shoved yourself out of the car immediately.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” you demanded.

Jimin moved out to stand in front of you calmly. “You’re welcome.”

“For what? Are you serious?”

“For getting you out of there before things got messy.”

“You caused the mess!”

“Yes,” he agreed easily. The casual admission made your blood boil.

“You assaulted someone, fired a gun in public, blackmailed me, and now you’re acting like you did me a favor.”

Jimin stepped closer. “You’re missing the important part.”

“And what part is that?” You seethed.

His gaze darkened. “You were dancing with someone else.”

You stared at him in disbelief.

“Shut up! That’s your takeaway from this entire situation?”

“It’s the only part that mattered.”

Your temper finally exploded.

“You don’t get to decide what matters in my life! You’re nobody to me, understand? You were dead to me the moment I left you in the dust back then!”

Jimin grabbed your face suddenly and kissed you. The force of it knocked the breath from your lungs. It wasn’t gentle. It was rough, demanding, almost violent in its intensity. One of his hands held your jaw in a tight, bruising grip as the other held your hands beneath your back. The force of his mouth against yours pushed you back two steps and you stumbled as you felt the hood of his car behind you.

Growling against your mouth, his chest knocked you backwards, forcing you to collapse onto the hood. You lay under him, your lips being punished by his as he sucked at your mouth, nibbled at your bottom lip and tried to gain entry into your mouth. A particularly hard nibble at your top lip forced your lips open as you tried to gasp for breath before he pushed his tongue inside your mouth, the lack of breath and the shock of his warm tongue ticking all over the inside of the warm cavern of your mouth, made you lightheaded. As he tried to pull your tongue into his wet mouth to suck it between his lips, a soft wail left you. He shuddered in response, his chest heaving as he moaned at your taste. His hand, which had been holding two of yours in a strong hold, left to run up your sides.

Shock froze you for half a second. Then your hand cracked sharply across his face. The sound echoed in the quiet night.

Jimin’s head turned slightly with the impact. Slowly, he looked back at you. Instead of anger, a strange satisfaction flickered in his eyes.

“You always did hit hard,” he murmured.

Your voice shook with fury. “You’re insane if you think that was acceptable.”

“I could get a psych evaluation, if you’d like.”

“And Kelly-” Your voice wobbled. He stared at the tears running down your face, his eyes softening at the guilt coating your voice.

“Kelly and I are done, princess.”

The words stopped you cold. “What?”

“I broke up with her.”

“When?”

“Just now.”

You stared at him. “You’re unbelievable.”

Jimin shrugged lightly, “She served her purpose.”

The casual cruelty in his tone made your stomach twist.

“You used her.”

“I needed a way back into your life.”

Your anger faltered briefly.

“What are you talking about?”

Jimin stepped closer again, his expression dark and unwavering.

“You think it’s a coincidence that I started dating your best friend?”

Realization crept slowly up your spine.

“That’s… that’s insane.”

“Is it?”

“You’re lying.”

“I’m really not.”

He leaned down slightly, his voice quiet but deadly certain.

“You left me, Y/N. Not once, twice. Do you have any idea what I felt back then? How I felt when the girl who was the center of my universe left me to start her life over without me? You’re so cruel, you have always been. And I am the fucking idiot who cannot get over you. Your name is threaded into my heart, it runs in my blood. No fucking power on Earth can take you away from me again, not your family and certainly not you. You don’t get to leave me again, you dont!” He shouted, shaking slightly as his manic eyes bored into yours.

“I spent years making sure the next time you walked back into my life, you wouldn’t be able to leave again.”

Your pulse pounded in your ears.

“You don’t get to decide that.”

Jimin smiled, his eyes wild.

“Oh,” he said softly.

“I think I do.”

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A week after the club incident, Park Jimin walked into your family home like he had always belonged there.

At that exact moment, you were upstairs in your bedroom, attempting to focus on a stack of notes that had remained untouched for the last twenty minutes. Your concentration had been terrible lately. Not surprising, considering the chaos of the previous week.

Kelly still hadn’t spoken to you properly. Guilt gnawed at you every time your friend declined your call and the feeling of shame held you in even deeper grip when you unconsciously found yourself caressing your lips as you thought about the bruising kiss. News outlets were buzzing about Park Yeoncheol’s sudden retirement and the equally sudden rise of his grandson as the party’s new face. Your father had spent several evenings in tense phone calls with advisors, strategists and donors.

Politics never slowed down in this house but today felt different. You heard the staff downstairs making a lot more noise than usual. The quiet but urgent shift in tone that always happened when an important guest arrived. Doors opening. Polite greetings. The sound of shoes against marble flooring in the main hall.

Then your father’s voice.

“Park Jimin.”

Your head lifted. For a moment you wondered if you had imagined it. But then you heard Jimin’s voice respond. Smooth, calm, unmistakably familiar as ever.

“Mr L/N.”

Your stomach dropped. You stood slowly, every instinct in your body suddenly alert. Curiosity got the better of you. The staircase overlooked the main sitting room below, separated only by a carved wooden railing that allowed sound to carry easily through the open space.

You moved quietly to the edge. Your father stood near the fireplace, posture formal but not unfriendly. And across from him was the man you had spent the last week thinking about, Jimin.

He looked completely comfortable standing in the middle of the home belonging to the man whose political career had spent decades opposing his own family.

“Your grandfather’s retirement came as a surprise” your father was saying.

Jimin inclined his head slightly.

“He believed the party needed someone younger to lead the next election cycle.”

“And that someone is you.”

“For now.”

There was a faint humility in the answer but you recognized it immediately for what it was. A performance. You scoffed.

Your father studied him carefully.

“You understand the history between our families.”

“Of course.”

“And yet you requested this meeting.”

Jimin’s hands rested loosely on top of his knees, posture casual despite the weight of the conversation.

“History doesn’t have to dictate the future.”

Then he said quietly, “You’re suggesting cooperation.”

“An alliance.”

Your eyebrows lifted slightly. That word carried serious implications.

“Why?” your father asked.

Jimin smiled faintly.

“Because the alternative is continuing a political feud that wastes resources on both sides.”

“And you think my supporters would accept that?”

“With the right reasoning.”

Your father crossed his arms. “And what reasoning would that be?”

Jimin’s gaze flicked briefly toward the staircase. For a split second, you thought he had noticed you. But then his attention returned to your father.

“Mutual benefit,” he said calmly.

The conversation continued for another several minutes with talks of strategy, elections, voter blocs. Jimin spoke like someone who had been preparing for this conversation long before it ever happened. He wasn’t nervous or even particularly cautious.

Your father wasn’t dismissing him. If anything, he seemed… interested and was nodding along to many suggestions while making his own opinions known.

Finally your father sighed.

“You’re ambitious but that’s a good thing. I like it in young people such as yourself.”

Jimin chuckled softly.

Then your father said thoughtfully, “Political alliances are easier when families are connected.”

Your stomach tightened.

Jimin didn’t hesitate. “I agree.”

Something about the tone of that answer made your pulse jump.

Your father nodded slowly.

The meeting ended not long after that. Your father walked him toward the front door while continuing the conversation about scheduling future discussions.

You slipped away from the railing before either of them could notice you. But you didn’t go far. Instead you waited in the long hallway that connected the main entrance to the garden doors. You heard footsteps approaching. Then Jimin appeared around the corner.

He stopped the moment he saw you. For a second neither of you spoke.

Then his mouth curved slowly, “Look who’s eavesdropping.”

You crossed your arms.

“You’ve got a lot of nerve showing up here.”

Jimin didn’t look remotely bothered.

“It was a scheduled meeting.”

“You’re trying to manipulate my father.”

“I’m negotiating. It’s the nature of politics.”

“That’s not the same thing at all and you know it.”

He stepped closer.

“It is in politics.”

Your eyes narrowed.

“So that’s the plan?”

“What plan?”

“You insert yourself into my family’s political strategy and suddenly we’re all supposed to pretend the last twenty years didn’t happen?”

Jimin tilted his head slightly.

“Relax. I’m not here to destroy anything.”

“Could’ve fooled me.”

Jimin stepped closer again.

“You heard the conversation.”

“Yes.”

“And?”

“And you’re trying to trap my father into a political alliance.”

He smiled slightly.

“Not just your father.”

“You’re insane if you think I’m going along with that.”

Jimin’s gaze dropped briefly to your mouth before returning to your eyes.

“I don’t need you to go along with it.”

“Then what exactly do you need?”

His voice lowered slightly.

“You. Always have and always will.”

Your pulse jumped. Jimin stepped into your space suddenly. In retaliation, you grabbed the front of his suit jacket and pulled him down into a kiss. It was just as angry as the one the week before. You poured weeks of frustration and tension into his mouth. Jimin’s hand slid to the back of your neck, holding you there as the kiss deepened into something rougher.

When you finally shoved him back, both of you were breathing harder.

“You’re still a manipulative bastard,” you said.

Jimin wiped his lip slowly, eyes dark with quiet satisfaction.

“And you’re still terrible at pretending you hate me.”

[amoc94]

My Yandere BTS Fanfic Recommendation.

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Read the warning carefully. As with any yandere story, expect some gory scenes, non consensual / dubious consensual sex, some dark kinks. (Everything under the term, you know the risk).

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Minors DNI 🔞

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If you hope for more stories from those authors, please do something to support them. By giving shout out, comments, and reblog their works. It's how tumblr works, people.

Long list, uncategorized.

Reblog by me means there is new addition to the list.

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For non yandere recommendation, check full Navi here.

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1. Allurement , Yandere Namjoon. Series of Drabbles, Slick and deceptive yandere CEO Namjoon.

2. Beloved, long oneshot. Yandere King Min Yoongi - My all time favorite, if you like asian historical dark romance, you'll love this.

3. Excitus Acta Probat, oneshot. Soft Yandere, Mafia Yoongi, feat. OT7.

4. The Tarot Series, A Collection of yandere oneshots based on Tarot Card.

5. Charming, oneshot. Cinderella AU, obsessive Prince Park Jimin. This is very beautiful the way the author describe the scenes and everything.

6. Ultimatum, miniseries. Yandere Sugar Daddy Taehyung, feat. Jimin.

7. Case Closed, miniseries. Yandere Detective Namjoon.

8. Boys Don't Cry, miniseries. Yandere husband Yoongi, feat. Hoseok.

9. Beastly Gods, oneshot. Yandere hybrid Taehyung, feat OT7.

10. Level of Restraint, long oneshot. Office AU, Yandere Jimin and Namjoon. BDSM undertone.

11. Something Wicked, series. Yandere CEO Seokjin.

12. Let The Villain Win, oneshot. Yandere thriller writer Namjoon.

13. Baby Mine, oneshot. Yandere mafia Yoongi with OC.

14. Poison Apple, mini series. Yandere Taehyung feat. Yoongi. This is not for the faint heart. Proceed with caution. Hard non con.

15. A Dangerous Game, Yandere Mob boss Namjoon x reader. Long series, there is sequel. Hard non con in one of the chapters.

16. Solar Eclipse, long oneshot. Yandere Hoseok, time travel / after life AU.

17. The Stranger, long oneshot. Yandere Doctor Seokjin.

18. Persephone, long oneshot. Yandere mafia leader Namjoon.

19. Bad Guy, ongoing series. Mafia boss Seokjin. This one is not really yandere, per se, but the way Seokjin loves the MC is quite you know...obsessive.

20. See No Evil, long oneshot. Yandere ghost Taehyung, feat. Namjoon.

21. Visitation of a Lover, long oneshot. Yandere ghost Taehyung, feat. Jin.

22. Until I Saw You, oneshot. Yandere mob Namjoon.

23. Fucked Up, yandere OT7. Polyamorous - Idol AU. This is actually a series, look in the author's masterlist. The full version is in author's AO3. (Beware tho, the long version is just like the title says, pretty fucked up, lol.)

24. Illicit Photography, series with a sequel. Soft yandere Jungkook with reader as his teacher.

25. Promise, long oneshot. Yandere boyfriend Jimin.

26. Break My Mind's Eye, series. Jungkook as mob boss x fashion designer OC, yandere undertone.

27. Every Breath You Take , oneshot. Stalker Jungkook x reader, feat. Namjoon & Hoseok.

28. Actually, The Devil Wears Gucci, oneshot. Wicked CEO Taehyung with assistant reader.

29. Positive, quite long oneshot. Yandere richman Yoongi, waitress reader is pregnant.

30. Tea For Two, oneshot. Yandere Prince Namjoon x reader, arranged marriage AU.

31. Falling for A Lounge Singer, oneshot. Yandere mafia Taehyung, reader is a singer.

32. Black Swan, long one shot. Swan Prince Jimin x reader as a Princess. I'm not usually fond of story about faeries, this one is an exception. Hard to describe this, along with the hair that stood on my nape and that tingling feeling of fear and excitement while reading this. A truly masterpiece.

33. Making of A Lover, yandere Jungkook with his assistant reader. It's short but darkly entertaining.

34. Expectation x Reality, oneshot. Jungkook x reader, Taehyung x reader. Some hard dub con. With plot twist. 🤭

35. Delphinium, long oneshot, King Taehyung x queen reader. Soft yandere, angst. Beautiful with, ... again, plot twist.😈

36. In The Pain Of The Roses, long one shot, yandere king Yoongi x princess reader. Beautiful, poetic narrative. Read the tag warning, because it's really dark.

37. Anti Hero, long oneshot, yandere Yoongi x idol reader. Not many yandere story in idol universe, this one is not only one of the few, but also oh so so good.

38. Broken, oneshot. Seokjin x reader. Some dub con borderline to non con. Proceed with caution, because it's quite dark. I read this like a year ago, but everytime I read it again, it never failed to give me a shiver. It's on AO3.

39. Infatuation, series of one-shots. Light reading, darkly entertaining. Always fun to reread. It's on AO3.

40. Cardio, long oneshot. Personal trainer Jungkook x rich wife reader. Infidelity, angst, thriller. Very well written. On AO3.

41. Deviant Affairs, long one-shot. Jimin was your stepbrother who was crazy in love with you.

42. Motive, long one shot. College AU. Jungkook x reader x another girl. Angst, thriller, love triangle. It will keep you on edge dragged by your curiosity before 💣💣 boom! There it go, the plot twist.

43. Still With You, one-shot. King Jungkook x servant reader.

44. The Mansion, long one-shot. Jimin x another man's wife reader. Very good, give you those old house horror scenes vibe.

45. Énouement, long one-shot. Doctor Taehyung x trophy wife reader. It's a part of interconnected stories with other members. Look at the author's masterlist. This is the one that I like the most.

46. Polarity, miniseries. Yandere Jungkook x reader. Infidelity around bestfriend relationship entangled with twisted obsession. It's really good!♥️

47. Arte Factum, long oneshot. Yandere android Jimin x reader. Jimin is a sub here.

48. Knight in Bloody Armor, club owner Hoseok x reader. Ongoing series. Very well written and chilling. It's on AO3, and you need to log in to be able to read it.

49. House of Serpents, ongoing series. OT7 x high class escort reader in organized crime AU. A shitload twisted men with twisted sex flavor. I have no words to say other than it put me on variety of different emotions until its latest chapter, and I have love and hate relationship with all of the men here. Polyamorous dynamic, heavy BDSM vibe. It's very well written on AO3. As always, read the warning.

50. Love Pages, long oneshot. Yandere Jimin x slight yandere reader, inspired by "Death Note".

51. Kill to Kiss You, long oneshot. Jungkook as mob boss x escort reader. I got cold hands and feet reading this. Chilling and put you on edge till the end.

52. Lesson Learnt, miniseries. CEO JK x ex gf reader. My ultimate weakness, BTS members as CEO with power and obsession. This one is pretty dark, read all the warning.

53. Code Red, one shot. Doctor Jimin x patient reader.

54. A Thriller Film, movie director Jungkook × reader as his stylist. It's well written and chilling.

55. Killing Me Softly, yandere OT7 x reader. Polyamorous AU but quite realistic thus give you chill to imagine what you would feel if this indeed is real.

56. Daffodil Dreams, yandere patient Taehyung, MC is his therapist. There are two parts - Dreams and Nightmare. Chilling and hair-raising.

57. Cruel Intentions, yandere mobster JK x reader in South Korea setting, my favorite AU. Love it❤️

58. Mindless, patient Hoseok x psychiatrist reader. Oneshot.

59. Roses, oneshot. Yandere dynamic between JK x reader. Just, wow.

60. Sinner, oneshot. Yandere fugitive Jungkook x detective reader. I reread like ... 6 times? That's just how good it is😙

61. The Broken Vow, attorney JK x reader as his ex wife. This one is so well written, leave you with mixed emotion, love and hate at the same time. Just ❤️

62. Cabin in The Woods, Jungkook as werewolf, reader as his mate and prisoner? Lol. Stockholm syndrome. I can't hate him here. Somehow he indeed protected her.

63. Cathexis, three parter, Jimin x reader. Based on Firestarter movie. 'There was no way in hell he would let anything happen to you and he would raise literal hell to make sure you were never hurt. If anyone tried to take you from him he’d burn the entire world down'.

64. Snatched, two parter ongoing. Yandere harpy Taehyung x nurse reader. Dystopian AU, dark and chilling. Very well written.

65. Obsesión, oneshot. Yandere pro rugby player Jungkook x sport journalist POC reader.

66. Code of Conduct, long series. Jungkook mafia au.

67. Lacrimosa, Mafia Yoongi, historical setting. Not many good written yandere historical stories like this. A must read.

68. Hiraeth, Kim Seokjin as your childhood bestfriend. What length he would do to keep you close.

69. The Black Pearl, triparter series. Jungkook as your billionaire sugar daddy. Rich, drop dead gorgeous and twistedly charming. My favorite.

70. What Are You Willing To Do?, You were months behind on your rent, and your property manager offered to help you in exchange of something he had long waiting for.

71. Beneath His Love, JK as highschool mate turned billionaire. Two shot.

72. Embrace of Ruins, King Jungkook who claimed the queen of his enemy. Dark, poetic and beautiful.

73. Ace, Crimelord JJK x Detective reader. Very very intense. Part 2 contains heavy dubcon, so read with caution.

74. Till Death Do Us Apart, pro sharpshooter JK x girlfriend reader. This one shot is a part of Jungkook yandere shortstories collection in Wattpad . They are good, but this one is my fav. (If link is not opened, find this author @lovxickgguk_)

75. The Seven (Bts x Reader), mafia setting. Not sure if you can categorized this as poly? I read this a few years ago, during my early period as an Army and writer on Wattpad. This is a cult. You can see for the million reads this story got. Put you on edge till the end.

Authors:

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Updated July 2025.

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Hey!!! Thank you soo so much for loving INK WITHOUT NAME!! I hope you’re having fun🥹 thank you for the like spam🙂‍↕️🙈

ohhh!! I absolutely loved INK WITHOUT NAME!!! Its been days since I read something so so mind blowing. I just sighed in contentment right after reading the first chapter, that finally, finally after days I'm getting to read what I've been looking for.😭😩 The intensity, the depth of every single word AND THE LETTERS, GOD I would faint if someone wrote me such beautiful letters. This fic was like sweet water offered to a thirsty desperate human. THIS is the standard. You're a great writer. 🫶🫶🫶

[tarathetic]

• INK WITHOUT NAME •

Pairing: Jungkook (professor) x (oc) zea

Theme: smut, obsession- crazy obsession, romance, ROMANTIC, fluff, you’ll be curious for every letter.

Summary: Every morning, Professor Jungkook finds a new anonymous letter waiting on his desk—unsigned, daring, and written by someone who seems to watch him a little too closely. What begins as curiosity quickly turns into a dangerous game when he starts responding with subtle commands meant only for the mysterious writer… it’s how much he’s starting to want her before the secret is over.

Word count : 18-19k

Status : COMPLETE

CHAPTER 1 ( THE FIRST STROKE OF INK )

CHAPTER 2 ( THE SILENT COMMAND OF AUTHORITY)

CHAPTER 3 ( THE ECHO OF AN UNSPOKEN NAME)

CHAPTER 4 ( THE WEIGHT OF AN UNSEEN SHADOW)

CHAPTER 5 ( THE AMOUNT OF OBSESSION )

CHAPTER 6 (THE POISON IN PORCELAIN)

CHAPTER 7 ( THE PRECISE OBSERVATION)

CHAPTER 8 ( THE GREAT SILENCE)

CHAPTER 9 ( THE END ISNT IT? )

CHAPTER 10 (THE INVITATION BEGGING)

CHAPTER 11 (THE ECHOING NAME)

CHAPTER 12 (THE REVEAL)

CHAPTER 13 (THE SOVEREIGNS REVEAL)

CHAPTER 14 ( TH UNANSWERED QUESTIONS)

CHAPTER 15 ( THE FOREVER)

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DRABBLES— (smau/oneshots?)

— seeking attention (smau)

A/N : prepare yourself for the rollercoaster ride. Trust me you won’t want to miss what’s coming 👀

[ohhowjooniewept]

stalker jungkook x stalker y/n

deep, dark, obsession - smut, fluff, minimal angst

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being popular came easily to you.

it wasn’t hard when you had it all. you were the prettiest girl at your university by miles, paired with a good brain, a sweet personality and more importantly - you were genuinely nice to be around. every girl wanted to be you and every guy wanted you for himself, a combination that had you ranked queen bee on the social hierarchy, something you had never even tried to do.

it came naturally to you, and that was the part that had people who didn’t like you so envious. you didn’t try to be likeable, you simply were, making sure to befriend anyone and everyone despite their social status, or just going out of your way to be kind to people just because you could. the fact you were so beautiful only added a cherry on top. you were a full package.

even your circumstances had a way of working out. you came from a household where abuse was a norm, and so, you had left at the ripe age of 12, only to be taken in by your best friend, yejin, and her family who you now considered your own. you were treated as though you were blood, with lavish birthday parties, and a full ride to the university of your choice, which just so happened to be the same one your best friend attended - to which you both shared a lovely apartment on campus.

you were perfection defined to all, and yet, they failed to see your one fatal flaw.

obsession.

it was a disease, you knew this much, which is why you kept it under lock and key, a darkened secret only you knew about. it trickled into the darkest parts of your brain where it had begun to fester into tangent thoughts, things that coaxed your throat and soul into a never ending cycle of want and need.

no one understood, no one would, you knew that. how could you explain that you had never been able to look at someone normally without feeling the entirety of your life collapse before your very eyes?

you made it a a rule to never fall in love, not with anyone, not ever. a rule made to be broken it seems for only a few months into your university life, your eyes happened upon the one person that had brought every dark fantasy of your own to light.

jeon jungkook.

oh, that name. it unsettled you. it made you become a twisted little thing that wanted nothing more than to lock him away for your own selfish greed.

you felt pained at the prospect of him looking at another woman, even more pained when you realised he was the one person you couldn’t introduce yourself to - leaving you in a limbo where you couldn’t stomach him belonging to another, and doing exactly nothing about it. what was the point of popularity when it couldn’t even be used for your benefit, in your time of need?

being smart was one thing, jungkook was a genius. he was years ahead of anyone you’d ever met, with a brain so sharp it seemed to annoy him whenever he was sat in your shared physics classes. you sat four rows behind him, three seats to his left, giving you the prime spot to stare at him all lesson, doodling his name in your book whilst thinking of all the ways you wanted him.

it wasn’t sexual, not entirely - of course you often thought of him. you had been with other men on the mere basis that they shared a feature with him, whether it be his large eyes, his smile, his dimpled cheeks - one look and you were able to imagine it was him instead, though it never quite satisfied that deep itch inside of you. it was more than that, though. he represented something fucked up inside of you, something that had your hands shaking whenever you conjured it up in your mind.

he was home, and he didn’t even realise it.

he wasn’t particularly nice, with an ego too large to really make good friends. he had a few, all who were equally as smart, and they would sit at a table quiet, amongst themselves, where you would fight with every inch of your life to not look over despite feeling some of their eyes on you. you were pretty, popular and smart - every man’s dream, and yet it meant nothing if it wasn’t him.

you couldn’t even remember how this began, only that it had no end. he had no social media presence, went to his nerdy, stupid clubs, played his games with his friends and studied endlessly - you needed him like you needed air to breathe.

it was comical really.

hilarious, that you, despite your wit, were not able to see what was so clearly so familiar to you reciprocated.

how was it that jeon jungkook, object of your foul infatuation, had the same incessant need when it came to you?

it was sick, really, the way he felt about you. sweet little thing, shorter than him, smaller in every way, he knew that he could have cornered you months ago and you would have bat your big eyes up at him in that way you often did to others, rendering them weak, wrapping them around your pinky.

it wasn’t enough.

he wanted you in a way that wasn’t normal, it couldn’t be encouraged - he wanted you to belong to him, to own you, to have you so deeply intertwined into him that you wouldn’t know how to breathe without him. that’s how he felt about you, and he was sure you had never even noticed him.

every day, he’d wake, sitting in the same seat of his physics class where the reflection of his laptop monitor would show you sat a few rows behind him, to which he would spend the entirety of his time watching you. though he couldn’t see your face clearly, the muffled reflection of you was enough to have his heart beating out of his chest, as his hand would often crush whatever pen or pencil would have the misfortune of being in use that day.

the difference between you both was simple. jungkook had gotten here first.

he remembered the day his eyes had found you, simply studying in a cafe, his heart looping over and over and over and over. he had sat at the opposite end, watching you, for a straight hour before you had left, to which he needed another on his own simply to recoup.

he wanted to be good for you, throwing himself into his academics just so he could have something to show for. he was a genius, his brain working at a rate much faster than that of the average person, and it didn’t go unnoticed - his professors practically begged for his opinion, job offers going crazy at the prospect of managing to bag such an ideal student after graduation.

he kept them all in limbo, no matter the insane salaries. it would all depend on you; his sweet, angel girl. where would you want to settle? far away, near the coast, where sun and ocean were to be siblings? or would you prefer to stay in the city, where familiarity brought you comfort?

even the thought of you got him hard, his hand constantly having to adjust himself whenever he was even near you.

that’s when the stalking properly began.

first step in making his life easier were the cameras. he installed them mainly in your room, managing to put a few at different angles when you and your roommate were away on a holiday. he remembered that day fondly, having stolen multiple articles of clothing for himself, even going so far as to edge himself in the comfort of your own bed, breathing in the soft scent of your shampoo from your pillow.

second, the tracker on your car. what kind of guy would he be if he let his girl go anywhere, and everywhere without notice? he liked to make sure you were safe, after all, and how else was he supposed to enjoy his weekends if he didn’t know where you were? wherever you would go, he would come too, adorned in a hat and a mask, sat at a distance, but close enough to admire your sweet face.

thirdly? interference.

watching had become tedious, especially when the payout was beginning to become the same. he longed for more, craved to know you in a way that was completely out of bounds. he wanted something bigger, wanted to mould the situation further until it could unravel all on its own.

it started small. a window left unopened, despite you knowing with certainty that you had closed and locked it the night before. then, your lip gloss, a favourite where you carried everywhere diligently, suddenly disappearing. you weren’t forgetful, nor known to misplace things, so its sudden loss became confusing to you.

clothes weren’t being taken, but they were being moved. you liked your wardrobe coded, with summer and spring on one side, and your autumn and winter on the other - you knew once you started realising a few pieces had been messed around with, that someone was actively here. touching, misplacing.

you noticed - how could you not? you were observant, far too in tune with your things to not notice such small details that felt jarringly big to you.

he watched it all with bated breath, and his fist around his cock.

the way your features would pull in confusion, head tilting and pout ready, unaware you were on camera and being live streamed to him and him alone. god. he wished you could see what you did to him, how you had him breathing heavy at the mere sight of you - he yearned to know if it would scare you away.

the thing that began to dawn on him, however, was the realisation that it didn’t add up.

your lack of action, or perhaps your lack of reaction, was the first stickler. your acceptance, however, was a confirmation of something he had only ever dreamt of in his wildest, most fucked up dreams.

you understood.

you weren’t scared, or confused, or terrified at the prospect of someone breaking in. no, you were at ease, as though what you knew of yourself could no longer scare you, even if it stemmed from someone entirely different and this..oh, this. that was what he craved.

he couldn’t stop now that he was aware, and lord knew that his plan was beginning. no longer would he sit in the shadows, watching and bidding his time.

you were his, whether you liked it or not.

the first time he stayed, he didn’t touch anything, a clear difference to all the other times he had become comfortable.

your apartment was quiet, the soft hum of the fridge bleeding into the silence, yejin snoring somewhere on the opposite side of your shared place, all whilst jeon jungkook stood in your bedroom, watching you sleep.

you were so sweet to watch, all curled into the covers, cheek smushed against the pillow whilst you held something tightly to your chest. a little teddy he had left on your bed for you, a sign of his courtship that he could see for his own two eyes you had accepted readily. the sight had him smiling.

his tongue pressed into his cheek as he stepped closer. the sight of your panties, forgotten on the side, had him grunting lightly, his hands reaching out for them almost immediately before pulling them up to his nose, and breathing them in hungrily. his favourite scent.

he had seen you through screens regularly, stolen so many pairs of your underwear just to smell them - this all felt like routine.

you, however, asleep. no, this was out of the norm.

he had never seen you so adorable, so sweet. his girl, he whispered under his breath before backing away quietly.

it wasn’t time. you couldn’t see him just yet, not until you were ready, because he knew once he started, he couldn’t stop.

and so, he gently placed your panties into his pocket, cock hard, shoulders rolling before slowly departing, his heart thumping out of his chest.

he wasn’t ready for you to see him. not like this.

not until you understood.

—

the party was loud. excruciating for some, but the alcohol in your system left a dull hum in your ears as you sipped from the red solo cup, your hair pulled up into a sweet ponytail. bodies were packed so closely, with laughter echoing against each wall, a bright and illuminated swimming pool at the heart of the party where everyone stood in either bikinis or shorts.

this was the kind of place that chewed people up and spat them out whole - a place where you dominated. you fit right in, perched against a corner of the pool with your feet in the water, too small bikini barely covering your tits whilst a scrappy pair of shorts sat on your body. the essence of a university pool party was to be as promiscuous as possible for the night, whilst completely disregarding any man that approached you.

you only had eyes for one anyway.

you were used to the eyes, the attention, the way heads turned when you and yejin walked into a place, but even this felt a little too much. frat parties weren’t to your taste personally, but they were where the vibes were - everyone knew if you wanted to party, you had to attend a kappa pi event, no matter how annoying the guys were. it was simply an opportunity to see and be seen, to get a buzz in your system, let loose and what not.

secretly, you had tried your hardest not to come, but yejin wasn’t having any of your excuses. you had done something, something that felt so inherently fucked up, and yet your stomach was buzzing in a sort of excitement that you knew if anyone ever found out, you’d be demonised for life.

you had hacked into jungkook’s phone.

fuck. it felt thrilling to even think about how you had done it, and a small sense of pride filtered through you veins at the recognition you had done it all by yourself.

many often dismissed you as a pretty girl, but you were incredibly smart. it didn’t take long to figure out the coding needed to hack into his phone, especially when you had been eyeing it for so long - you had spent your last physics class doing exactly that, managing to infiltrate it directly, and now being able to access it in real time on your own.

you could see what he was doing, what sites he’d access, what he’d watch, what he’d do, who he’d text. your body shook in excitement at the thought, brain completely somewhere else as yejin giggled at something a guy whispered into her ear, sipping quietly.

she had begged you to come, unaware of the fight inside your chest, and considering the way you were gripping your phone, she figured you had met a new guy. she was never one to push you, knowing you were oddly private about these things, always respectful of your boundaries - but she couldn’t come to a party like this alone. she won in the end, knowing you couldn’t say no to her.

“we’re gonna get some more drinks. want anything?” she asked you sweetly, to which you shook your head with a small smile, wiggling your eyebrows about the man who had turned his back momentarily.

she let out a small giggle and nod, before standing up, walking away and into the house, leaving you to soak in the water and party for yourself.

water splashed from different sides of the pool as condensation clung to your bare stomach and legs, the slight chill in the air pebbling your nipples, all whilst you tipped your head back in soft thought.

it was exhausting the way you couldn’t think, or exist without him tumbling into your thoughts, demanding your attention, grabbing it without permission. you could feel a constant ache in your stomach at his absence, wanting nothing more than to simply fixate on him from afar. you couldn’t even imagine what he’d be like up close.

you were too caught up in your own delusions to realise the very object of your affections stood only a few metres away from you, chest heaving.

you see, jungkook knew.

he had known before stepping foot into the frat house, phone heated in his palm as his fingers practically crushed it, screen glowing with something that shouldn’t have made sense. it couldn’t be.

he noticed the abnormality almost immediately.

a delay, at first, hardly noticeable to a large majority of people and yet he was different in every way. a man like him, savvy in ways that were not deemed normal, determined something was wrong almost immediately - code didn’t falter unless someone had interfered.

unless something, someone, was inside.

it took him less than 10 minutes, fuelled by anger at first. who the fuck dared to hack him? what could they even want? money? extortion? did someone know about his psychotic obsession with you? his chest flipped at the thought of being found out before he could monopolise on it, before he could have ever even watched your reaction up close. it pained him.

and thus, queue ten minutes of silence in the car as jin, his friend, drove the 20 minute journey to the off campus party, all whilst he sat in the backseat, decoding, deciphering.

he traced lines, rerouted access, digging deeper and deeper and deeper and deeper and deeper until he finally got exactly what he wanted.

once he had found it, he dropped his phone into his lap with a silent, shaky exhale.

you.

it took him another 40 seconds just to be able to pick his phone up without his hands betraying him weakly, his eyes widened, lip caught between his teeth.

he couldn’t stop staring - far longer than what was necessary, or logical. it was as though neither his eyes or brain could comprehend what was in front of him.

your name. you. your access. you. your fingers swiping through apps and looking at things. you. he watched as you entered his photo album, lingering on gym photos, and random pictures he would take of things he needed to remember. you.

he broke the silence in backseat, his friends paying no mind as they chatted amongst themselves, only for him to laugh quietly under his breath in disbelief.

you.

you?

his sweet, angelic girl. you? with your big eyes and pouted lips, so precious it made his heart ache with a need to ruin you. dressed in your baby pink’s and blues, constantly attaching cute little keychains to your bag, an aura emitting from you that he long wanted to get his hands on.

oh, he had misplaced you entirely.

to do something so wrong, perverse..so filthy. hacking into his phone? for what?

his brain had rewired in the span of the remaining ten minutes of the journey to the party, a soft understanding filtering through his body.

he didn’t know you well at all. in fact, he was appalled. here he was, a man priming himself to be your future, and yet he barely knew you it seemed. he had fallen right into your trap of innocence, as though you were free from any of the filth that plagued his mind - only to find out you too were a victim of it.

he could have shut you out. your work was sloppy, too out in the open, it had taken him mere minutes to discover you, and yet he couldn’t bring himself to ever do such a thing.

oh, sweet, sweet y/n. his heart bloomed at the thought of you, a small, genuine smile on his face as he watched you rummage through his phone, even going so far as to sneak through his notes app. his cock pulsed painfully whenever he’d see you linger on one of his photos, a confirmation that you too were so sick in the head.

once the car stopped, he knew the game had finally begun.

jungkook didn’t belong here. it was obvious to anyone that knew him, and to himself - this wasn’t his usual scene, despising loud gatherings as though they were an insult to him personally. his closest friends, all who were as nerdy as him, stared wide eyed as they took in their surroundings, trying to place themselves somewhere that typically excluded them.

he wouldn’t have come, not usually, but he had a very clear objective.

you.

he salivated at the prospect of having you out in the open like this, tits practically on show, tiny bikini whilst you sat so sweetly as you always did, completely oblivious to the way every man had their eyes on you. he was jealous by nature, possessive to a fault - what kind of guy would he be had he not come?

he was in a pair of shorts, forgoing his t-shirt somewhere at the entrance, and he knew he had caught the attention of a few girls himself. he was bigger than most of the guys here, with muscles rippling every crevice, a chest so broad and shoulders so wide they had you closing your eyes tight in thought most days.

one look at you, and his very soul fell aflame.

his jaw tightened, hand crushing his phone slightly as his chest flexed. not through a screen, not through hidden glamours under a cap and mask, no. he was out in the open, watching, staring, salivating.

you were on your phone now, a hidden little smile forming on your lips, almost giggling. one look at his phone and he could see you were still looking through as though it was the most interesting thing on earth, despite being sat alone with multiple people yearning for your company. he was of course one of them.

he couldn’t stand this feeling in his stomach any longer, the excitement, the thrill. the game had shifted entirely now he knew you were a willing participant. you were one and the same, equally as fucked, equally as messed up. he couldn’t think of anything more romantic even if he tried.

his tongue pressed against his cheek just as a girl walked past him, fingers trailing over his chiseled abs in a way to get his attention. he looked down at her, almost feeling an excruciating sense of disgust at the sight of her - another girl touching him, someone that wasn’t you?

his face remained stoic, mean even, despite the sultry smile on her lips as she passed him, no doubt figuring it would be easy to bed the nerd, something that nearly had him scoffing under his breath. once she had properly walked away, his eyebrows furrowed, frowning slightly, before returning his attention back to you.

his sweet girl.

only, this time, you were staring back at him, eyes wide, lip jutted out in a pout, a look of clear upset painted on your features. you weren’t even trying to hide it, your emotions stronger than anything you could conjure up.

he was yours. all fucking yours, and here he was, chiseled and hardened in a way you had never seen in real life, tattoos cherishing much of his milky skin, your chest almost heaving at the sight.

that green, ugly emotion in your chest was fluttering all over you at the sight of him being touched by someone else, so much so that you broke eye contact with him after a few moments, your brain not comprehending the way he too was staring at you, so much deeper than simply looking. you looked to your left, hands turning your phone off as you tried to regulate your breathing.

you felt like you had been punched in the stomach.

you couldn’t even fester on your feelings, as yejin tumbled over to you, grin wide, drinks in hand, her new boy toy following like a lost little puppy, though she paid him no mind, no longer interested.

“got you a drink anyway.” she hummed, sitting beside you on the edge, putting her feet into the pool.

she peered up, noticing your far away expression, the way you were nibbling on your bottom lip, hands slightly shaking.

“you okay?” she asked, voice immediate, eyes furrowed as she examined you.

“yeah.. sorry. just got a bit of a headache, the musics too loud.” you lied smoothly, praying she would believe you.

to further convince her, you took the drink she handed you, wincing only lightly as you drank it all in one go, completely ignoring the burning stare from just behind her.

you couldn’t think. it wasn’t like your brain worked like the average girl’s anyway, you were clouded with this parasitic obsession that clouded every normal thought - how could he? how dare he? were you not pretty enough? smart enough? did you not warrant enough to capture his attention entirely?

your chest only pained further, as yejin began conversing with you, and you kept up, of course, to appease appearances. the thud in your throat was heavy in itself, chaining you to where you were sat, your shoulders hunching up with every wave of deep jealousy.

“i’m gonna go to the bathroom.” you murmured to her. “okay, want me to come with?” she asked, eyebrows furrowed in slight worry, knowing you were being a little different.

“don’t worry, i’ll be down soon.” you shook her head, giving her a small sort of smile, before getting up.

the hallways of the house felt much narrower when you were walking through absentmindedly, thoughts completely adrift, stomach aching in horrible self doubt. too long, too packed, bodies brushing past you as you made your way to the bathroom with the sole intention of locking yourself inside and simply overthinking.

your fingernails dug into the palms of your hands, leaving bloodied crescents as your breath continued to get more and more uneven the more you thought.

how could he?

over, and over, and over, and over.

it didn’t make sense, it shouldn’t have mattered, not to this extent, even you recognised how abnormal this was, but he was yours. jungkook was all fucking yours - you had done the work. you were the one hacking into his phone, invading his privacy and his right to anonymity. it was you, all you, and to have someone else see him when he belonged to you was fucking enraging.

you felt humiliated when you took into account he didn’t even know you.

you barely recognised the heavy footsteps behind you. not until a harsh hand grabbed at your wrist, all but forcing you against the cold wall. a sharp gasp tore from your throat as your body made contact, your shoulders hunching upwards immediately at the hiss of coldness against your skin, a wild difference to the bubbling heat simmering inside of you.

him.

your eyes widened for a fraction.

jungkook didn’t give you time to hesitate, no time to run or turn, your hands being grabbed and forcibly pushed above your head, pinned against the wall. your eyes were large, lips parted with small puffs, whilst he stared at you openly.

you had never been this close to him.

to look at his features directly, with every opportunity to trace the slope of his nose, the soft skin of his lips, the furrow of his brows and the harshness lined in his eyes. he was everywhere all at once, his bare chest emitting a sort of heat that had you almost curling towards him, your own chest lost of any air and comfort.

you couldn’t think, your shaky breath stopping for a moment only to release a quiet whimper that seemed to hit him directly as he too let out a shaky breath.

“where are you going?”

his voice. oh, his voice. so quiet, meant only for you, and yet firm.

like he already knew the answer, only asking to hear his own suspicions confirmed.

your lips parted, your chest still heaving as you tried to pull yourself together. you couldn’t show him how undone you were by his presence, never mind his burning touch - something you know you’d replay over and over until your mind split in half.

“bathroom..” you managed, barely above a whisper.

the weakness in your tone compared to the firmness of his own was visibly jarring, enough to have his eyes trace each and every one of your features. your nose, to your lips, cheeks to your eyes, all down the panels of your neck.

he acted as though he had all the time in the world, as if this wasn’t highly inappropriate given you were both technically strangers. oh, how ignorant you were to your own surroundings.

“you look upset.” he murmured, tone void of any concern. instead, laced with recognition - as though he knew to read you better than he could himself.

you swallowed harshly, jungkook watching your throat with his own bated breath.

“i’m not,” you said quickly. too quickly. “it’s just loud, i..it’s just..”

his thumb pressed into your pulse, feeling it jump.

lie.

“you’re a bad liar.” it felt like a warning.

a beat.

you exhaled through your nose as he eased the pressure on your wrist, gently rubbing his thumb as a means to ground you once more. you wanted to relax, wanted nothing more than to ease in his touch but all you could think about was how close he stood to you, his cologne, both of you scantily dressed, your bikini top doing nothing to cover you modestly.

“look at me.” he whispered, your eyes having fallen to his bare chest as you began to space out into your own thoughts.

you peered up through your weighted lashes, breath still uncontrollable. the intensity, it had your stomach jumping painfully, the eye contact both too much to handle and yet you never wanted him to look away, feeling scared it would be ripped from you before you could think.

“what’s wrong?” he asked again, softer, body inching closer, thumb pressing into your pulse once more.

you simply shook your head in response. you couldn’t bring yourself to say it. how could you? he let her fucking touch him. her hands, rubbing over the same skin that was now beginning to press intimately against you, as though he wanted it branded in his bloodstream.

the silence between you stretched, as he pushed, and pushed, and pushed. your chests were openly touching, his head dipped low to capture your eyes properly, legs intertwined now. had anyone walked past you both, they would have naturally assumed you were making out given the intimacy of the stances, the sheer nature of the way you were pressured into the wall.

you were suffocating from it. you couldn’t think. you couldn’t comprehend. not when the only thing you were seeing were her hands, a flicker of genuine anger and a roar of jealousy holding you hostage.

the words slipped out before you could really do anything about them.

“you let her touch you.” you whispered, voice fragile.

the three seconds of silence between you felt like a lifetime multiplied. your eyes widened as you comprehended what had just left your lips, a streak of fear gripping your heart. you watched his eyebrows furrow, head tilting just slightly as he absorbed your words.

the quiet dropped like a weight, as you watched in real time his features completely transform from that of someone intense to a man who felt too dangerous to be good. he darkened, eyes growing lidded, lips growing slack.

“what?” he calmly asked, as though your response held more power than anything else physically possible.

too calm. far too steady.

you shook your head immediately as it dawned on you what had truly left your lips. you had let out your deepest, darkest self in front of him simply because you were overwhelmed by his presence. stood, forced to the wall, body against body, breath mingling with breath.

“i..didn’t..no..”

“no.”

his hands left your wrists, slowly easing them down whilst maintaining eye contact. once your hands were down, immediately, his own brushed up to your face, both palms cupping your jaw possessively, pulling your chin upwards.

“say it again.” his voice was breathless.

his grip was neither gentle nor cruel, but you could feel it in every facet of your stomach. you couldn’t move, made to feel every inch of his darkened stare, whilst your own fingers gently gripped his wrists, shaking.

he knew exactly how much pressure to use against you. knew exactly what had you spiralling, and what grounded you, opting for a gentle mix of both.

you couldn’t help your emotions, feeling your bottom lip begin to tremble, eyes growing glassier by the second.

“you let her touch you..” your chest rose sharply, voice breaking at the end of your sentence. “she was..and you just..she was all over you.”

your lips pressed against one another harshly as a means to silence yourself, heart spiralling whilst your brain begged you to see reason, to quieten in front of him in fears of such harsh rejection.

you tried. you truly did. you didn’t want him to know, didn’t want him to see.

but you were already gone. your voice had cracked, your eyes were already glassy, lip already trembling. it was as though he had cheated, indulging in another woman with his heart and soul when it had been nothing more than a fleeting touch, a norm for a place like this. you couldn’t rationalise that though, not when you were so deeply obsessive, so intensely fucked up in every way.

jungkook let out a loud, shaking breath.

you were heartbroken. over him?

he couldn’t believe it. he couldn’t fucking believe what he was hearing, what his eyes were seeing, what his heart was bouncing to. you? his sweet, gorgeous girl, so hurt because of a fleeting touch from a woman who he hadn’t even spared a proper glance at? he hadn’t reacted to her touch because he had barely computed it, as she meant nothing. was nothing.

to know a 3 second interaction had you about to cry, so bothered you had to physically remove yourself from the environment, shaking with each passing step. fuck, fuck fuck.

oh, you were the world and more. look at you, he thought, his head coming down to press against yours so gently, such a juxtaposition to the way he was holding you so firmly, so harshly as though you were ready to run away. a part of you was prepared.

his thumb pressed against your shaking bottom lip, as you tried so hard to hold your tears back, looking like a pathetic little baby. his baby.

“you didn’t like that.” he confirmed. not a question, but a clear cut statement, whispering it down at you to show you he understood.

you simply nodded, letting out a shaking breath, sniffling lightly. you felt fucking humiliated, your mental illness out for him to see in the ugliest of ways, all the whilst he cradled you like this wasn’t absolutely absurd - no one normal would have reacted the way he was reacting.

fingers began spreading over you, one hand leaving your jaw and travelling down to your neck, lightly wrapping. not squeezing, but merely holding.

you felt anchored.

“hey,” he nudged his nose against yours, breaths beginning to mingle from how close your faces were. “look at me.”

you listened, watery eyes meeting his.

the way he was looking at you confused you entirely. you were used to men looking at you because they wanted you, or because they wanted something from you - this was completely different. jungkook looked down at you as though you represented something deep inside of him, a look that you knew you held for him and him alone.

a look of full, unadulterated obsession.

“i didn’t touch her.” he promised, lips grazing your skin. “she touched you..” you corrected shakily, eyes begging to close at the feel of his touch.

“and i let it pass.” he promised, shaking his head lightly at you. “didn’t let it go on, didn’t give her nothing.”

your lips parted but you couldn’t bring yourself to say anything. he watched you think, watched it click in your brain, as though you were stranded in the desert, thirsty, whilst he brought you a pitcher of water.

“you think i’d let someone think they could have me?” he almost spat, as though the words were offensive. “when you’re there? sat there?”

your breath caught so sharply it hurt.

“what?” you whispered.

his gaze didn’t waver. “you heard me.”

he leaned in closer, his nose brushing openly against yours, nuzzling as the corner of his lips began to graze your own, your eyes falling shut immediately.

“i saw you. smiling at your phone.” he murmured, feeling your pulse quicken underneath his hand. “you think i wouldn’t notice? all my pictures, my notes, my text messages, my fucking call logs.”

your eyes shot open in shock. your lip began fully trembling now, a hardened noise leaving your chest as you held back a soft sob, scared at having been discovered. you knew this would ruin you, make sure you’d never even be able to have a friend again, never mind exist.

more importantly, you would lose him, jungkook, the object of your infatuations.

“hey. c’mon baby. it’s just me.” he shook his head at you, cooing. “it’s okay.”

a heavy tear escaped, dribbling down your face pathetically. “i-i..”

your body was shaking.

“it’s okay.” he reiterated, eyes deceptively kind, warmth plastered over you as he kissed over where your tear trailed. “i liked it.”

you let out a noise of confusion, a whimper paired with a shake of your hands.

“i like knowing you’re in there, looking at my stuff. i like it so fucking much.” he breathed, his own eyes closing momentarily. “just how i like knowing where you are.”

a sudden stillness enveloped you.

no longer were your limbs rattling, or your eyes widening - the tears remained, fresh and hot as your orbs began to overflow as though the words leaving his lips could have only been conjured in the faintest of dreams. jungkook was speaking, and yet your brain was barely comprehending, not quite understanding. he liked knowing where you were.

he liked knowing where you were.

he liked it.

the knowing.. what did that mean? what did that represent? what was he referencing, symbolising, alluding? your brain was failing you, and as bright as you were, you felt smaller than you had ever in the entirety of your life simply trying to keep up.

tears were streaming easily now, and he couldn’t help the soft coo he released, soothing you with gentle eyes as though what he was saying was normal, casual even. none of this was healthy, not from your side, especially not his and yet you felt your crumpled hands faintly touch upon his chest.

you couldn’t help the bloom of romance in your stomach.

how sweet, how romantic.

“what does that mean?” you asked him through your tears, fingers digging into his chest as a means to feel closer to him, almost shamelessly.

your question didn’t land lightly with him.

it didn’t drift between you, didn’t penetrate the clawing tension between you by softening the air or easing the lump in your throat. no, instead, it sank. heavy, thick, debilitating, you could almost feel your legs ready to give out despite the fact you were bordering on sobs, the fear of being found out slowly being replaced by something so much bigger, so much more compelling.

he didn’t answer you immediately.

instead, his hand on your throat tightened. slowly, not enough to cause you any semblance of pain, but enough to show you he was there, to remind you, to rid your brain of any thought that was now clouding your judgement. this was real. he wasn’t a figment of your sick fucking imagination, something to soothe the illness deep inside of you, the parasite that claimed you head from toe. he was real. this was real. you were real.

his thumb pressed into your jaw, harsher now, tilting your head up just a fraction, causing you to look into his gaze. his heart gave him away, however, as you felt it thud meanly against his soft skin. you felt so exposed, so on show, seen in a way where you could feel him inside of you.

his eyes dragged all over, committing each inch to painstakingly detailed memory, as though you were a prized jewel and he a mere sailor.

“you don’t know?” he murmured, voice low, laced with a somewhat sense of amusement - not mocking, but in a way that was clear he found you endearing. as though your tears and confusion were the cutest thing he’d ever seen.

your brows pulled together as a hiccup left you, tears still streaming with no intention to stop. you shook your head then, small, uncertain, and it finally had something inside him snapping.

“fuck.” he exhaled harshly, more to himself than you, his forehead dipping to gently brush against yours once more lingering as though it was hardly enough. like he needed to ground himself before the cracks in his very soul were laid to bare in front of you.

“it means,” he started slowly, “that i’ve been watching you a lot longer than you’ve ever even looked at me.”

your breath hitched.

a sharp involuntary noise, something you couldn’t control no matter how hard you tried, your fingers now digging into his chest as a means to regain some sense of control.

he noticed. of course he noticed. his lips twitched just fucking looking at you.

“don’t do that.” he whispered with an almost accusatory tone, head shaking. “don’t act surprised now.”

you shook your head, so much faster this time, as though you were fighting to prove your innocence despite it being the furthest thing from the truth. the shame inside you hurt, but he was here too soothe it.

“i don’t..i don’t understand..”

“you do.” he cut in firmly. he leaned in close to you, your breaths mingling as your lips sat mere centimetres away from one another. “you’re too smart not to.”

your lips trembled. he was right.

you did understand - perhaps not entirely, not in a way that had you deciphering his words, but the strain in his voice. the harshness that came with it. he was telling you something your brain often echoed over and over to you. he was showing you the same disease up close, and your mind recognised it, saw it for what it was, what it could be.

home.

you were a cocktail mix of thrill and fear, your fingernails digging so harshly into his skin that he was sure you’d break it, with small tiny cuts beginning to form, not that he minded. he felt branded by you, a fucking dream come true.

“the windows,” he continued quietly. “things that went missing, your clothes..fuck, your panties are my favourite. you started leaving them in places i’d find. started making it so much easier for me.”

you breathed harshly.

“you noticed all of it. i know you did, because i watched you, studied you. yet you haven’t said a word to anyone.” his words were a jumbled mess, as though he was making sense of it in front of you. “why?” he asked, so softly, so gently.

it was a question with only one answer - you were smart enough to know that. it seemed that he already knew, and yet, with the way he was holding you, the way you clung to him, he yearned to hear it from you. not for it to be coaxed, but for you to sincerely say it.

your chest rose and fell once more, eyes leaking beyond control as a horrible sob left your lips, finally broken, entirely ashamed. the words slipped out before you could stop them, before you could ever dampen them down from a mixture of embarrassment and pure humiliation at being caught, alongside a dangerous streak of want that truly couldn’t have lessened even if you tried.

“i..” your voice barely audible. “i didn’t want it to stop.”

you closed your eyes as your hands finally let him go, cuts in the shape of crescent moons tight into his chest as your hands flung to your face, cradling your features away from him through quiet cries.

you prepared for him to push you away, to sneer at you in disgust, into disappointment, into anything that resembled any form of sanity that any other person would have gladly shown you. the thought of losing something you had never truly even gotten to have despite needing it more than anything was enough to have your knees buckling, your body shaking.

what you didn’t expect, however, were the large hands on your body to cradle you so sweetly, pulling you into an even larger chest, so that your face was engulfed entirely by jungkook. both arms held you delicately, causing your brain to malfunction as your now reddened orbs looked up only to meet his, your breath stolen by the look of pure yearning.

oh, sweet y/n, he thought to himself.

it was as if you had written him a sonnet.

a soft smile was directed down at you as his beefy biceps caged you into his body, even softer kisses placed against your forehead. your hands were still hiding your face slightly, and though you couldn’t stop your crying, the look of confusion that he was met with was so endearing, he couldn’t help but let out a shaky sigh.

“there she is..” he whispered down at you, eyes filled with an emotion you couldn’t place.

“hm?”

“i was wondering how long it would take until you finally showed yourself to me.”

“what?” you hiccuped.

your fingers slacked around your face as your body racked with a mixture of both half sobs, and harsh hiccups, your chest fighting for breath, all whilst your brain struggled to keep up, his touch intoxicating, burning into your skin. it was hard to comprehend this was even happening.

“you liked it.” he repeated, smile so earnest you would have thought you’d given him the greatest gift on earth.

his arms loosened around you, though his touch only got more and more daring. one hand slid up to your cheek, pulling you closer to him whilst the other took a hold of the back of your legs, sweeping you up in a notion that was far too easy, as though you weighed nothing.

the shock of suddenly being suspended into the air had you leaning into him immediately, arms flying around his neck as he simply led you into the bathroom, closing the door with his foot. instead of putting you down, you watched as he sat on the edge of the tub, sitting you down onto his lap, manoeuvring you like a doll without thoughts.

soon enough, your legs were on either side of him, your arms still wrapped around his neck, both of your barely clothed bodies pressed in a way that had you hiccuping again, a loss of air in your lungs now causing you to become light headed.

your chest was rising and falling, but he too matched you. it was like neither of you could believe this was real, that you were touching, existing, talking, holding one another like it hadn’t just been revealed you both liked to stalk each other.

the thump inbetween your legs got louder and louder until it was all you could feel, and from the way you were sat, you wanted more, wanted to sit a little forward until you were seated right against him, but the fear in your chest kept you rooted.

“don’t cry, baby.” he whispered, the quiet sound of music from downstairs echoing against the walls. “don’t be scared.”

you sniffled, eyes meeting his, fingers gently daring to brush against the back of his head where hair sat ready to be touched. his thumb pressed into your pulse on your wrist as his head pressed against yours, his body cradling yours as though you were the sweetest thing he had ever seen, his girl. his, sick, stalker girl.

“you just wanted to see me, right pretty girl?” he cooed down at you, causing you to nod through a hiccup. “nothing wrong with that. it’s just like i wanted to see you.”

your lips parted slowly, nodding, breathing still difficult. his words felt so comforting, the sickness inside your brain soothing now that it had been assured. you felt at home, so at peace.

your heart strummed harshly from the skin to skin contact as you peered at him almost nervously, your chest jolting from hiccups, your makeup utterly ruined. his words were also rattling in your brain, echoing from side to side as you tried to comprehend them, tried to understand them in a way that felt rational. instead, romance bloomed in your chest, the woman from earlier a distant memory as the same thing rolled in your mind over and over.

he just wanted to see you.

you.

all you.

for a moment, the world narrowed down to that simple truth.

you.

jungkook watched it in real time. your eyes began to droop, soften as you sniffled, lips still quivering with each passing moment. your hands on his neck lessened in grip, a sort of acceptance, a gentle comfort in the way you realised everything you had ever wanted was possibly here, right now.

this wasn’t fleeting, not like the attention you received daily from others. it stayed deep inside of you, wrapping around your ribs, curling around your heart until it suffocated you, precisely like what you had wanted.

“yeah,” he whispered, breathing in your scent, your perfume mixed with alcohol, eyes tracing your own. “that’s it, sweet girl.”

“i wanted it to be you.” you admitted in a small voice, no longer afraid, but still hesitant. “i knew things were being moved and taken in my room but..i didn’t want it to be anyone else.”

silence spanned between you, a moment of quiet in what had felt like an admission of the century.

your words hit him hard visibly, as he let out a shaking exhale, eyes shutting so tightly you could see the strain in his jaw. his hands shook as he held you, holding you much tighter suddenly - you couldn’t think outside of him. you watched him with bated breath, sniffling as your hands slipped from his neck, and instead slid down his chest.

“not anyone else.” he repeated finally, processing your words.

his own hands moved, no longer cradling you as they now moved to the back of your head, fingers threading into your hair, neither gentle nor rough. possessive.

“say that again.”

you blinked up at him softly. “hm?”

“say it again.” his voice sounded heavier, harsher, as though finally, your admission had undone him entirely.

your lips trembled. “..i..didn’t want it to be anyone else but you..”

and in that moment, you had ruined jungkook completely.

a broken sound left his chest, a cross between a laugh and a shaking breath, his head dropping forward as his grip on you tightened so much harsher, pulling you flush against him. you were pulled forward, pressing both of you against one another in a way that you could feel him against the flimsy denim of your shorts, the two of you unable to look away.

“fuck..” he whispered again, but for the first time, he sounded wrecked. overwhelmed. his nose brushed against yours, frantic now, like he didn’t know where to put himself. “do you know what that does to me? what you’ve just said to me?”

you broke the eye contact, peering down at how you sat so directly against him, brain pulling you in a million directions as you both lightly grinded your cores against one another. the action felt so natural that neither of you were even doing it consciously, your bodies simply doing it for you. the pleasure was low, but you could feel it heavy in your stomach.

it grounded you.

“i’ve been in your apartment for fucking months.” he admitted, no shame now, no hesitation, just honesty. “been watching you. installed cameras in your room, got one in your shower..fuck. my girl, aren’t you? my sweet, sweet girl.” he rambled, breathing in your scent.

you heart bloomed so softly, your eyes watering once more.

“waiting for you to notice..wanted you to notice so badly, y/n. i needed you to know it was me. didn’t even think you knew i existed.”

your quivering lips parted to let out a noise of rejection, as though the notion was insanity in itself. you had noticed him immediately.

“i see you, see all of you, and i want it. i want all of you, i want that sick fucking part of your brain because mine is sicker.” he admitted, voice so much harsher than before. “you’re all i think about, all i can ever see, i wake up, study, and watch you. that’s it. i orbit you.”

his other hand gripped your hips, grinding you harshly against him as his actions began to become readied, assured. he was playing with you purposefully.

“i like following you too. i know your coffee orders, know what sizes you wear, know where you like to study.” he whispered this, as though it was a secret only for you to hear. “you’re branded on me. took your panties every chance i got because it’s the only thing that gets me off anymore. need to feel you, need to feel close to you.”

a strangled noise left your throat, as you clung to him tightly, your own hips moving in unison as you tried to hold back your tears. your heart was ready to explode out of your chest from a mixture of overwhelming joy. the man of your dreams was picking you, the real you, openly because he too was like you. sick in the head.

“i didn’t touch that girl.” he added suddenly, tone suddenly filled with venom, a tone you had yet to hear from him. he was offended beyond belief. “i’d never touch another woman other than you, y/n. not when you’re right here.”

his words finally broke you, as you once more, burst out into deep sobs.

you were being seen.

you were being chosen.

every negative emotion that chained you to gaping hole in your mind was brushed away, letting the darkness exist finally within its own right. others would have demanded it to close, to hide away, to make sure they never even caught a glimpse of it.

jungkook wanted to nurture it. he was picking you, choosing you, based on it, because of it.

“you hacked my phone because you went looking for me.” he whispered, his own eyes glistening lightly, cooing as he wiped your tears earnestly. “baby..i..i’ve been building my life for you.”

“really?” you desperately asked through your cries, body shaking in his arms.

he nodded, chest rising and falling at the sight of you, his sweet, gorgeous girl.

“you’re not too far gone.” he promised. “you’re just finally catching up with me.”

the movement between you began to slow as you began to hold one another, finally giving in to your desires, your cheek against his bare chest, openly breathing in his scent as you sobbed, and sobbed and sobbed.

minutes later, when you had finally managed to calm, and his chest sat glistening from your tears, he pressed a soft kiss to your head, causing you to look up through sniffles and hiccups.

“you’re tired.” his thumb brushed under your eye, catching the dampness that still remained as though it personally offended him.

you didn’t think to argue. he was right.

not physically, more so something deep inside you. you could feel the exhaustion in your bones, deep inside your stomach, through the ridges of your brain - you felt both alive and dead all at once.

you simply nodded at him, causing a soft grin to form on his face.

“i want you to go home.”

your brows pulled together faintly like you didn’t quite understand.

home?

his hand slid down to your thigh, squeezing once gently. “go home, get in bed, don’t wait up, okay? just go.”

you stare at him. it felt like an instruction, felt like care.

“but..what about you?” you asked, voice croaky from your earlier cries.

his lips twitched into something small, a sense of assurance lifting in his shoulders, relief clear on his face from the way you pulled at him.

“i’ll watch you.”

you knew those words should have felt wrong, and yet, they settled inside of you like a kiss to the soul. your breath managed to steady for the first time that night.

“okay.”

no hesitations. no questions. no thoughts. no concerns.

his eyes darkened at the thought of you so pliant for him, as though you wanted him to simply think on your behalf, a role he was more than happy to fulfil.

within the next ten minutes, jungkook cleaned your tearful face of any mascara streaks, you had spoken to yejin who jumped up to take you home immediately, as a good friend should, and you were already in your apartment.

it took another half an hour to properly prepare for bed, but once you were, dressed in nothing more than tiny little panties and a tank, you felt safer than you had ever in your life. wrapped in the plush of your covers, your cute teddy bear sat somewhere on the bed, your washed hair pulled out of your face - it was the assurance that jungkook could see you right now that ultimately led you asleep.

he too had managed to get home, preparing for a nightly visit to his laptop. he had gotten it out, positioning it on his lap as he watched you sleep like a baby, all curled up, so sweet, so darling.

his weepy girl. he had just begun in telling you his feelings, but now, he knew it was time to actually show you. the thought had his stomach bouncing in knots.

—

life after the confession remained oddly the same. you were sure that a big tsunami of change would come, a pit of anxiety in your stomach forming at the unknown, and yet everything felt eerily familiar. once you realised it was because he had been a constant in your life, whether you realised it or not, from day one, it all became clear. you woke up each morning, knowing he was watching you, showered knowing he was watching you, ate your breakfast, brushed your hair, got dressed - all of it. you did it with the knowledge that he was watching you.

you didn’t expect it to feel so safe, so comforting. a constant state of surveillance would have upset anyone else, but to you? each time you woke up, knowing he was there, it felt like a declaration of unadulterated love. your heart bloomed to know jungkook cared for you so much he couldn’t ease a waking moment without you, even using you in the background when you slept just so he too could relax.

anytime you would catch him in the hallways, neither of you pretended anymore. you simply looked, stared even, fingers grazing secretly as an act of acknowledgment. you wanted him, he wanted you more but alas, the game was not done.

oh, not at all - why would either of you stop when he had just began?

to have you so willing was merely a bonus on top of everything.

the quiet between you and jungkook grew with each passing day, but with it, an assured comfort - you wanted more, as did he, but taking the first step was difficult when all you had known was one another in a different state. to hide in the shadows felt safer.

the announcement came on a grey, dark thursday, with misted clouds collecting in the sky, condensation heavy against the windows of your university campus. it was the sort of afternoon that made winter feel heavier, quieter. slower. students were half sleeping, half listening, whilst the scratch of pens and and laptop keyboards echoed throughout the lecture hall.

your professor droned on and on as you continued to doodle, as you had been doing for the past hour. his monotone voice filled the space whilst you peered over the dark screen of your laptop, positioned in its usual way to glance at jungkook any chance you got. again, though you couldn’t see his face, it didn’t deter you.

you continued marking your notebook as you long abandoned your physics work, instead opting to draw little loops of jk, jungkook and tiny hearts you blacked out, with the intention of doing more and more. all this whilst pretending to make notes on quantum states, a content look on your face.

pathetic, you knew, but there was a sense of security in knowing you didn’t have to hide anymore. there was comfort in it, and that made you feel good enough to not care anymore if anyone watched what you were doing. the guys who sat beside you were curious enough, always trying to flirt, always trying to get your attention - one look at your battered notebook and they got the message loud and clear.

you were halfway through tracing his surname next to your own name for the twentieth time that session when professor choi cleared his throat, demanding everyone’s attention.

“now, onto the research practicum. i don’t want to hear any of you whining about not being able to find someone to partner up with, so i’ve taken it upon myself to put you into pairs.” he said, adjusting his glasses. “no changes. no swaps. you’re all adults now, and i expect the best of your ability.”

everyone groaned around you, causing you to sigh quietly underneath your breath. you were sure you’d be paired with someone who barely knew anything, in hopes of supporting that student - you couldn’t be bothered to pick up the slack for two people, and so, you sat there, eyes closed, already feeling the low buzz of annoyance.

names were called, people either happy or hiding their frustration, causing you to cringe when you realised your name was up next.

you braced.

“y/n y/l/n, you’re with..ah, yes. jeon jungkook.”

a beat passed in the room.

your pencil dropped from your fingers, clattering against the table loudly before you moved to collect it instinctively, your shoulders raising high in a mixture of shock, confusion, alarm and suspicion. your body went still in a way that felt violent - not butterflies or nerves, but instead, something so much darker.

you could feel your stomach cave in itself as your professor continued rattling off names, heat rushing to your cheeks, chest, fingertips. shallow breaths left your lips as you nervously peered over your laptop screen to gauge something, anything.

only, he wasn’t there.

not in front of you, three rows down. not where you felt most safe seeing him, in the blur of the back of his head, face obscured and figure present. not where he always sat, broad shoulders hunched over a screen, fingers tapping in that restless, impatient rhythm you could sometimes hear if you strained hard enough.

your heart stuttered, almost pained.

was he..not happy?

immediately, your brain went into overdrive as your now shaking hands cupped one another, lip bitten hard to hold back the intensely overwhelming waft of emotions in your head, toying with the idea that he didn’t want to be around you. the game was over. he realised how deeply messed up you were. he hated you. he was disgusted by you. he thought nothing of you.

an almost whimper left your lips as you considered that you may have imagined it all entirely - that perhaps your brain, so primed to have everything circle back to him, had merely conjured it up.

your hands were shaking harder now as you tried to relax your restless body, the onslaught of your demeaning thoughts beginning to take over you, feeling the emotion rise in your throat and pull at your eyes. you looked down at your notebook, adorned with his name, almost ready to weep.

a chair scraped next to you.

slow. deliberate. purposefully harsh.

the sound cut through the room like a blade, a few people even turning to look at such a loud noise, some grumbling in annoyance and others turning away.

you, however, looked up, with teary eyes, letting out a small exhale of what could only be described as relief.

there he stood, jungkook, laptop gripped, bag slung over his shoulder whilst his notes sat comfortably in his notebook in his other hand. he was maddeningly calm, as though he had every intention of taking up all of your personal space, like it was his and his alone.

your entire nervous system felt ablaze as you watched him sit down, not bothering to spare anyone around you both a spare glance, ignoring the professor ahead, attention on you and only you.

he noticed the beads at your waterline, the way your lip jutted out gently in a quivering pout, all against your will. his chest tightened, half in awe and other half absolutely enamoured by how sweet you looked - there was nothing he loved more than seeing you up close and personal like this, but seeing you so visibly emotional?

he wasn’t a fool, especially when it came to you. he knew you inside out, knew that you liked to stare at him all lesson just above your laptop screen, and figured once you hadn’t seen him after being paired, your brain began assuming the worst.

his silly girl.

he knew, of course he knew.

the second he had sat down and caught the dew in your eyes, and the way you hid your trembling lip in that telltale way you had when emotion threatened to overspill, his very fucking soul tightened at the mere sight of you.

you had thought he didn’t want this. didn’t want you as his partner.

didn’t want you.

the idea alone was offensive to his personhood, a concept that felt both foreign and false - he couldn’t even fathom it. he knew you were different, and despite being equally as fucked up, you were still his angel girl who processed things differently to him. he knew obsession manifested in different ways but his heart genuinely pained at the thought of you so delicately upset at the thought of it being a reality.

his jaw flexed once. twice.

his things were put out properly, his laptop beside your own, as the other students in the room began to copy him, walking over to their partners. this gave a moment of private reprise between you as he looked, properly looked at you.

jungkook swore something animalistic stirred in his chest at the sight of you. so soft, so devastated, all for him.

he leaned in closer, inappropriate even, as your perfume wrapped around his brain so harshly he felt as though he was in your room, engulfed in your scent.

“hey.” barely a whisper.

your big eyes lifted, wet. so ruined.

he nearly folded. “look at me.”

he wasn’t commanding you, no. he couldn’t bring himself to do that when your brain was already being unreasonable, his voice carrying a tone of hurt that had you meeting his gaze immediately despite how you felt. you obeyed, of course you did, no matter how damp your lashes were.

you felt so embarrassed. you were emotional by nature, but this was different. he was different. you had never wanted anything more in your entire existence, and you were still grappling with the fact he knew about your filthy obsession for him - so much that your brain often failed you whenever you’d think about it for too long, rendering you useless. thus, the negative thoughts came running in.

“did you think i left?” he asked.

you couldn’t bring yourself to answer him.

that, however, was answer enough.

his eyebrows furrowed as a flash of hurt ran over his face, only making you nibble on your lip further as a means to stop the quivering, looking away momentarily before meeting his gaze once more.

“sweet girl.” he breathed, a reprimand heavy on his tongue. he sounded like heartbreak personified. “just moved so i could come sit next to you.”

the words landed heavily inside your chest, falling all the way into your heart and dripping down to your stomach, a sense of reassurance you weren’t expecting engulfing you. unfortunately for you, you felt your lip quivering so much more, as you desperately blinked the tears away, so embarrassed to be crying in front of him again.

you nodded a little, hearing his words, the relief soothing every crack you had created within mere seconds of overthinking. he watched you, watched your cute face, the way you sank into your chair, the way your hands clutched the messy notebook on your lap.

his eyes did a double take.

your notebook.

his lips parted as his gaze settled on the book inbetween your hands, and more importantly, the page you had been doodling in for god knows how long. you snuck a glance at him, eyebrows furrowing a little by the intense stare at your hands until you realised exactly what he was looking at.

your blood ran cold.

all those stupid hearts. his name. your name. both of your names together. his last name with your first name, decorated and coloured, worshiped as though it was the prettiest thing your fingers could bring yourself to spell. they were dreams in black ink.

your hands instantly moved to shut it, but you were way too slow. his palm covered the page before you could shield it from him, hand touching yours openly, both warm and possessive. you were struck by his touch, your entire body stilling once more as you felt the sparks ignite in your stomach, all whilst he pulled it away from your lap, and into his own.

he kept his hand against you, now sat in you lap, whilst his other hand flickered through the pages almost eagerly. too eager.

his hand on you traced your thighs, touching your fingers, holding them against his in a warm embrace, grounding you, feeling the rush through his veins just feeling you. he could see from the corner of his eye your shoulders had relaxed massively, but the anxiety on your face was still evident as he flicked through pages and pages and pages and pages of his name.

jungkook stared and stared and stared, fingers tracing jagged paper from where you’d gone over certain letters a hundred time to tattoo it to the book. a shaking breath left him as he looked over your name matched with his last name.

y/n jeon. fuck.

“looks right.” he whispered, under his breath, but your hypersensitive body caught it immediately.

you looked at him immediately, gaze intense as you watched him, listened to him. his tone had become so much rougher, a hint of desperation tinging every last sentence. your chest rose and fell harshly as you absorbed his words, every inch of your very soul clinging to it like a lifeline.

jungkook took a hold of your pen, letting go of your body for a moment, to which you almost chased it back with a whine. he angled it on the paper, on a completely new page, and began doing the same as you, writing out your name along with his last name, the action bringing him more pleasure than anything he had ever done in his life yet. he was breathing heavily, hands slightly shaky as he traced and traced and traced and traced.

bravely, you reached out for his arm, fingers pressing into the skin gently as your large, teary eyes brought him back to you. the small action of him affirming you only nurtured the growing parasite in your brain, confirming to you why he was worth obsessing over - he was everything.

instead, he took a hold of your hand once more, before slyly bringing it to his lips, kissing over your knuckles one by one. then, kissing your ring finger, as though it was an act of promise, his darkened eyes never leaving yours.

“that name,” he tapped against the book, “i’ll make it yours.”

you were relieved that the room was chaos, with people chatting loudly, moving around, the professor still looking through his notes, allowing you both to converse freely, as you took a sharp intake of breath.

what better gift to a sick mind like yours and his, than a promise of eternity?

“really?” you managed to choke out, desperately fighting tears back as you begged yourself not to cry, not again. you just couldn’t help it. you felt so weepy around him.

“the plans i have for you, y/n..” he shook his head lightly, as though offended you would ever even think otherwise. “gonna get us a house, a ring on your finger. our kids, our pets.”

with each word, you watched a look of genuine bliss overcome him, as he shifted in his seat, as though the thought of such a dream life, his guaranteed future, aroused him to a scary degree. you could see the tent in his sweats begin to form, as he rolled his shoulders, legs wide enough to carry no shame. you, on the other hand, had shifted so much closer to him, your bodies now sat side to side, your hips touching, his hand intertwined to yours and pressed into your lap.

“i want all of that.” a tiny wounded noise left you at the end of your sentence, as you finally looked down at your hands, holding his tighter. “so badly..”

jungkook was fucking enamoured by you. his sweet, angel girl - your heart was too big for your body. look at the way you got all upset at the prospect of everything you had wanted confirmed. god, it had him hardening by the second, moving your tied hands over his bulge as both a means to hide it and to simply feel your touch.

you nuzzled against it immediately, though the action was hidden by the notebook by any prying eyes. his jaw hardened as he looked down at you, watching, observing, the two of you a sight for sore eyes indeed.

in the background, your professor dismissed you all as he gathered his own things, but neither of you made an effort to move, too busy caught up in each other’s feel, as your fingers caressed his hardened bulge. not enough friction to get him off, but your curiosity, your light touch - it felt better than anything. paired with those teary eyes? fuck, jungkook was ready to scream.

the room emptied pretty quickly, and no one, again, speed either of you a glance. the two smartest students paired together? it was obvious you just wanted to situate yourself in your partnership, and so, soon enough, you sat alone in a large, echoing room.

he couldn’t stop staring at you.

he moved the book, pushed it onto the table before letting go of you entirely, though your touch remained on him. he grabbed your chair and yanked, pulling it until you all but practically fell onto him in proximity, grunting lightly under his breath at the feel of you all over.

“mm. my girl, aren’t you?” he whispered lowly, as his thumb reached out to trace your bottom lip. “my soon to be wife. it’s inevitable, baby. it has to happen.”

you nodded through his words as you sniffled a little, your emotions catching up to you. “and you’ll be my husband, forever and ever?”

“always. fuck.” he nodded immediately, eyes closing for a second at your words. “why do you think i work so hard, hm? gotta give you the life you deserve, y/n, gotta make sure you get everything you ever want.”

silly boy, you wanted to scream into his face, as your lip quivered once more, a lone tear finally escaping as it rushed over your cheeks. all you fucking wanted was him. you didn’t care if you were in a run down shoebox for the rest of your life - as long as he was there, and he was yours, then it was fine. he belonged to you.

you felt overwhelmed. you felt like you were barely together.

jungkook’s expression changed evidently - not soft, never that. he seemed determined.

his hand tightened against yours, as though he was trying to understand how you had ever even reached your original conclusion, as though he genuinely couldn’t understand the way your brain worked despite it mirroring his in so many different ways. how had your brain turned the inevitable of him and you, into a mere possibility? you had no choice in this, didn’t you understand?

and so, without really thinking, his hands darted out for you. one on your waist, the other on your hip, lifting you with a practised ease and straight onto his lap, hearing your strangled gasp and not caring a second. his girl crying over him? a concept that typically would have had him snapping his hips into yours meanly, but this was different. how much more did he need to do, to get you to understand?

your legs sat on either side of him, your cute skirt flowing on each side of you too. he pushed you right against him, your lips parting in shock as you could feel him directly against you, bulge against damp panties, your teary eyes now forced to look up at darkened ones peering down at you.

“your brain is making you think stupid shit, y/n.” he said, almost meanly, though the way he was caging you in, the way his head dropped to yours was anything but. “what part of this made you think i don’t want you?”

“no..it’s just..you moved and..”

he sighed a little, thumb pressed onto your lip once more as he lightly shook his head at you. he was pushing, and pushing, until it slipped into your mouth, resting it on your tongue.

the heaviness had you wrapping your lips around it instantly as you stared at one another, your tongue lapping at it gently, though you teary eyes remained. it felt charged, sexual by nature and yet given the circumstance you were in, it was so much deeper.

“listen to me.” his tone dropped as his eyes darkened, earning him an obedient nod as you continued to lick and suck lightly, all whilst he cradled you into his lap like you were the sweetest thing on earth. “there isn’t a scenario, a factor. anything. that could make me not want you, y/n.”

his voice felt mean, harsher than you’d ever heard it, but with the way your shoulders slumped, it was exactly what you needed.

“no scenario could stop this. you could change your mind tomorrow and decide you don’t want this, baby, and i still wouldn’t fucking stop, you understand me?” he pushed his thumb deeper into your mouth. “there’s no escaping me. no escaping any of this.”

you nodded again, just as he removed his thumb from your mouth, panting lightly at the sight of a thin string of saliva connecting you and his digit. he’d replay that memory tonight.

“need you stop thinking.” he whispered then, just as your arms clambered up, wrapping them around his neck to pull him in closer, breathing in his scent. “keep working yourself into circles that don’t exist..i’m right here.”

your entire body eased, like a switch had been flipped and all of your negative thoughts had finally been eradicated. his voice, his presence, that heaviness to his voice - it all softened the hardened edges of your brain, causing you to practically slump in his arms. he could feel it too, from the way your tightened grip lessened, but you grew more comfortable in his arms.

you looked so pretty, he thought, as he properly took his time in examining you. a touch of makeup, your sweet pink jumper, a cute shirt peaking out from underneath and white skirt, you were the epitome of adorable - he wanted nothing more than to preserve you like this forever, all flushed cheeks and gentle eyes. this was why he was so deeply infatuated, how could he not be?

“this is new.” he muttered quietly to himself as his hands tugged at your jumper, fingers playing with the hem before sliding underneath, just to touch against your skin directly.

you blinked up at him. “hm?”

he was taking it in, looking at the way your skirt had bunched due to the way you were sat so intimately against him. he could feel the dampness from your panties, and though he was obsessive, he was a gentleman first - he simply pushed his bulge firmer against you to offer some relief.

the pretty sigh that escaped you was enough to have him offering you a slight smile, so enamoured by his gorgeous girl.

“you didn’t have this before.” he tugged at your jumper.

your heart boomed at his attention of detail - no doubt after months of breaking into your bedroom and going through all your things. fuck, it was so romantic it hurt.

“i just got it yesterday. do you like it?” you asked a little shyly.

“fucking love it, baby. love it so much.” his response was immediate, causing a big smile to form on your face almost instantly.

now that. that floored him.

he couldn’t help but match the grin on your face with a huff of amusement, enjoying how quickly your mood had changed from a single compliment. he’d be sure to do it more often.

“been staring at you the whole lecture, couldn’t focus on anything else.” he admitted through his own grin. “you look so cute.”

your hands met at the back of his neck, playing with the stray hair that had grown too long, your smile doing enough to brighten his entire day. the mood had shifted between you, something akin to playfulness as you quietly conversed, despite your intimate position, small giggles leaving you whilst he whispered things, allowing for a moment of ease. this was new, and outside the realm of heavy emotion you were both used to.

it felt fresh, rewarding even, to be able to just talk to him without your brain whizzing a million miles per hour. it felt good, and just looking at him, you could tell he the felt the same tenfold. he made a comment that had you giggling even louder, your head thrown forward towards his shoulder to which he too, matched you, laughing quietly, ego skyrocketing from the way he could make his girl laugh.

fuck. knowing all of these months of such meticulous stalking had led him to here, right now? he’d do it again in a heartbeat.

his laughter softened first.

not fully gone, but quieter, like it had gotten caught somewhere in his chest whilst admiring you, his sheer emotion for you so much bigger, suffocating it down. his hands beneath your jumper, holding onto your skin so firmly stilled as he tilted his head back, listening.

footsteps.

voices.

faint at first, but growing louder in the hallway outside.

you didn’t notice, not when you were too busy tucking into him, too comfortable, too content. you felt settled in a way you had never felt before, breathing in his scent whilst mumbling something about the project, light little comments without thought.

he noticed though, of course he did. his blood boiled at the thought of someone interrupting you when you were so soft, so relaxed - jaw tightening. you were in your own world, completely unaware of reality that sat just behind double doors metres away.

fuck.

he didn’t want to move you.

didn’t want to shift you when you were so happy perched on him, lightly grinding your core against him for relief, all the whilst keeping up normal conversation - you were the epitome of sweet, all warm and soft and exactly right.

but he wasn’t about to allow anyone see this. see you like this.

“hey.” he murmured, quietly.

he watched as you hummed, not pulling away, not even bothering to look up from your position - just nuzzling closer like you hadn’t heard a thing.

his mouth twitched with fondness.

“baby.”

that got you.

you lifted your head slowly, blinking at him, dazed, as though you had been pulled from a dream like state.

“we gotta move.” his thumb traced your cheek.

you shut your eyes tight immediately, with an almost bratty shake of your head, going back to your position immediately. “no..i don’t wanna.”

that did something to him.

he bucked his hips into you, causing a low whimper to get stuck in your throat. he nuzzled his nose into your hair, breathing in your scent intimately as he rubbed your back.

“yeah..i know.” he said, more to himself than anything.

unfortunately for you both, the voices outside the room were only getting louder, meaning people would be walking in any moment now. he made the decision then.

one hand slid from under your jumper,smoothing it down properly - almost subconsciously. he knew you didn’t like to look dishevelled, always appearing perfect no matter where you went, and despite your dazed brain, he would keep that up for you of course.

“c’mon.” he whispered, watching your arms tighten around his neck with a frown as he picked you up just as he stood, easing you back down onto your feet himself.

the pout on your face had him almost groaning out loud from how cute you looked, with a face of genuine upset lining each of your features at having to leave such a soft state. you felt so good, and now it was all over, a horrible sinking feeling filling your tummy at the thought. he couldn’t bare to look at you like this, not when he was half hard and sporting a small wet patch on his crotch from where you had been lightly grinding, and certainly not when you were looking at him like he was capable of hanging the moon and stars.

“you wanna go home?” he asked you, quiet, as he gathered both of your things.

you nodded, dejected at the thought of the day coming to a close with him, unsure of whether to reach for his fingers now you could actually hear people outside. you weren’t sure what to do now you had broken another wall between you.

your fingers twitched at your side, like your body was fighting an internal battle - one half desperate to grab him, the other half still battling the normalcy you had both been playing into for weeks.

jungkook noticed, of course he did.

his eyes dropped to your hands, the way you were shuffling them, before he shifted closer, arm sliding around your waist with ease. he held all of your things in one hand whilst you slipped your half empty bag over your shoulder, one hand on him at all times, holding him tight to you.

his jaw flexed, subtly, thinking too much for a man who had spent his entire life finding answers coming naturally to him.

“i’m coming with you.” he said, with a tone of finality.

your breath caught.

you looked up at him, eyes lighting up more than he had ever seen, face filled with a level of excitement that had him softening in front of you. his shoulders slumped lightly at the sight, a faint smile forming at the way you looked up.

“really?”

“yeah.” he nodded, laughing lightly. “come on.”

his hand slid down to properly intertwine with your own before he pulled it up to his lips, planting a soft, buttery kiss so faintly on the back of it, you wondered if he had done it at all. he led you to the doors, large back almost hiding you completely due to your size difference, something that had your brain leaking with every chance.

the hallway was much busier than either of you had expected, confirming his decision to get up when you did. the thought of anyone else seeing you so pliant truly made him angry, the deep, sadistic part of his brain igniting at the sheer idea.

you couldn’t help the soft smile that was present on your face as you looked at your intertwined hands, biting back a bigger grin as he led you through, not sparing anyone else a single glance. you were the most popular girl on campus, someone who rarely dated, never gave anyone a chance, especially not people that were deemed to be on your social calibre and yet here you were, hand in hand with a nerd from your physics class.

to say people were staring was an understatement.

your heart was beating out of your chest as you felt jungkook squeeze your hand, offering you a look as he pulled you flush against him. the both of you walked beside one another, all whilst people whispered, some gawking, others analysing you both in genuine confusion. none of them knew.

none of them understood the sick fucking idolisation you both had interlaced into each other’s minds.

he dipped his head as you walked to the entrance, this thumb still caressing your head. “you look so fucking pretty.”

your stomach flipped.

“you already said that.” you flushed with a gentle pat to his arm, something that had his dimpled cheek on show.

“and you deserve to hear it again.” he said almost casually, causing you to giggle behind your hand, flustered beyond belief.

by the time you reached the exit, the air around you felt so much different. it felt charged, both cold and sharp, and yet it did nothing to cool your overheated body. if anything, you felt even more aware of him as you left the safety of your shared campus and out into the real world, out into reality where things were so much harsher - more real.

his hand. you were hyper aware of it now.

the way it refused to let you go even as he pushed the door open for you, guiding you through like it was an instinct. despite the heavy stares, he remained dismissive of everyone else, it meant little to him after all. he wasn’t used to the looks, but it came with the territory - you were the hottest girl on campus, and you were all fucking his.

you both slowed on the steps. not completely, but enough to have you coming to a pause.

you looked up at him, all starry eyed. “my place..or?”

and there it was. jungkook’s jaw twitched, his eyes darkening instantly as he took a heavy step towards you.

“mine.” no hesitation.

your breath hitched, lips parting.

“it’s closer.” he explained. “and i don’t feel like waiting.”

your stomach was flipping violently as all you could give him was a pathetic nod, fingers clinging to him harsher than ever.

and this time, when he pulled you close, leading you to his car that was parked relatively nearby, there was no hesitation whatsoever. jungkook was a man starved, finally about to take his fill - every inch of you. all his

—

stepping foot into jungkook’s apartment was exactly what you assumed it would be.

he was a meticulous person by nature, and as a result, his living space depicted that clearly - rows of bookshelves all neatly arranged, whilst the decor remained minimal and clean, tones of navy and cream throughout. there were little things, things that didn’t quite match if anyone else had walked in, but to your eye, you understood immediately.

a pink and white throw sat on the edge of the couch, folded. you recognised it to be the exact one you had conveniently ‘lost’ two weeks ago. rows of candles sat among the bookshelves, some completely used, scents you recognised as the exact ones you’d often buy. it wasn’t until you looked closer that you realised they really were the candles that were once in your own room.

you turned to look at him, a small smile pulling at your lips.

he met your gaze, quiet, simply watching, examining even, to see your reaction. to see the romance flourish from behind your eyes felt assuring in ways he didn’t realise he could feel, and yet here he was.

he watched as you put your bag down, tucking strands of hair behind your ear, already feeling comfortable. you couldn’t explain it, but being here felt the epitome of safety, and you knew that was his exact intention, a soft sigh of content leaving your lips as you took a few steps forward, your shoes by the door.

“smells so nice.” you murmured quietly, looking over your shoulder as you walked into his space properly.

“i bought the diffuser you like.” he responded smoothly, watching a smile pull at your features in real time.

“you’re so cute.” you squeaked, hands rushing to your own cheeks as though you couldn’t take it. instead, his darkened eyes narrowed. “don’t call me that.”

you ignored him, letting out an exaggerated sigh of fondness as you walked into his kitchen next, fingers brushing against his clean counters, peering at the snacks on his dining table.

“these are my favourite sweets.” you hummed absentmindedly, picking up the pack of sour cherries.

he didn’t respond, causing you to turn on your heel, to peer over and see where his attention lay. upon looking at him, you noticed a gentle dusting of pink on the tops of his cheeks, his ears stained red. it wasn’t that he had any shame in stalking you, non whatsoever - this just felt different. it felt domesticated, or as domesticated as it could get between people as fucked up as you both.

your scents, your candles, your blanket, your favourite snacks. it was like his space was curated in mind of you and you alone. as though his only thought process was that everything in his life went back to you anyway, and so it naturally made sense to come home to something that felt like you. of all the things he had done, all the things he had said, it was this. this that truly made you feel wanted.

and so, once you stopped your thinking, you found yourself walking back over to him, all as he watched, stood, examining you. his eyebrows lifted in partial shock as you immediately wrapped your arms around his waist, holding him to you as though you were a koala desperate to be held.

he immediately reciprocated.

his arms wrapped around you also, holding you close to his chest as you snuggled deeper, breathing in his scent almost hungrily. as your eyes met, he couldn’t help but stare at the freckles held in your eyes, something choking him from the inside from the mere look you gave him.

you were transcendent, beyond belief and theory - he knew in his heart of hearts he wasn’t worthy of one inch of you, and yet he would never let you go. you were all his, until his dying breath.

“it feels different to what i thought it would be like.” you admitted, in a small voice, eyes cast down to his stomach momentarily before resuming your stare at him.

“what?” he rasped, voice tight.

you let silence settle between you for a second.

“i’ve always wanted you. i just..i don’t know, i guess i never thought of there being a reality where this could actually work, i mean.. i didn’t exactly think you’d be like me.” you confessed, eyebrows slightly knitted.

it was his turn for his eyebrows to furrow.

“you could have had me,” his voice sounded rough. “you could have had me the moment you saw me.”

“not in the way i wanted.” you immediately shook your head.

he looked confused.

“it’s hard to explain, okay? i don’t know.” you sighed a little as one of his hands lifted, cupping your cheek. “just always thought that i’d have to hide this side of me so i wouldn’t scare you away, and now that this is real and it’s happening, i just..i never expected it to be like this. it feels different.”

he absorbed your words.

he understood them, of course he did. he differed from you openly - he had always known that if he was to get a taste of your company, he’d keep you shackled to his obsession under lock and key. you, however, were so sweet, so darling - how could he listen to your words without his heart aching so gently?

“no matter how disturbed you feel by your own brain,” he whispered then, thumb tracing your cheek. “no matter how fucked up, just know that i’ve done it too. i’ve done worse and just because i have you, it doesn’t mean i’ll stop. you know that, right baby?” he almost cooed.

your eyelashes fluttered gently, as though you were being told a fucking lullaby.

“promise?” you asked.

instead of responding, jungkook released your face, instead planting the sweetest of kisses to your forehead, breath slightly shaky as he pulled away. taking a hold of your hand, intertwining your fingers, he stepped back slowly but surely. your eyebrows knitted as you watched him edge towards another door, one you assumed was his bedroom.

he didn’t rush you. never. it wasn’t in his nature to make you despite his certainty - so used to being unyielding in every other aspect of his life. every move felt measured, calculated, as though whatever sat behind the door of his bedroom held more weight than anything you were able to conjure.

“c’mere.”

you followed without question.

his room was dimmer than any other part of his apartment, with blinds drawn to only allow for small slivers of sunlight to bleed over his oak flooring. everything sat in its place meticulously, almost too well, with his large bed made to perfection, his clothes cung, ironed crisply and his desk.

his desk sat in the corner of the room, and though the space was large, it took up a considerable chunk considering the three monitors that sat idly, waiting to be turned on.

his space was odd. you couldn’t quite put your finger on it, but a small part of you assumed that he kept it pristine on purpose - perhaps in hopes that it would be ready always for you. you nibbled away on your bottom lip, eyes taking in everything as he continued to lead you inside, your scent seemingly everywhere. it mingled with his own.

your brain went blank as he turned to face you, properly now, leading you over to his chair, rolling it out lightly before taking a comfortable seat. you watched him, head tilted, almost ready to question what he was doing before his arms darted out at you.

large hands grabbed at your waist, pulling you back until you were being pushed onto his lap. he situated you so your back touched his chest comfortably, a position you were very quickly enjoying as you could feel his hands quite literally all over you.

you felt secure, safe. you felt entirely whole in his arms like this, so much so that you let out a soft sigh, just as his head dipped. his lips began grazing the skin of your neck, letting out his own deep exhales, breathing in your scent so openly it had your thighs trembling. he could feel it. could feel all of you. you on his lap, snuggled into him, his aching cock already nestled against you. you felt like home.

the shaky breath that escaped you pleased him greatly, as it acted as direct confirmation of how you felt. just like he did.

“eyes on the screens, baby.” he whispered down at you, catching you staring at him over your shoulder. “c’mere. got something to show you.”

you properly rested against him now, watching as one of his hands darted out to the mouse, his computer finally turning on.

the shy smile that formed as you watched him type in his password, your name, to access his desktop was beyond anything. he could feel the way you curled into him deeper, even going so far as to grind against him lightly. enough to have him bucking up at you, but also not enough to ever claim anything other than mere innocence.

you watched as the screens came to life, jungkook clicking a few things, moving others around as he took his time in whatever he awaited to show you. you were beginning to get restless, moving around on his lap, nibbling away on your lip a little more - you had all of his attention and yet you wanted so much more of it, until you were fully overwhelmed.

“stay still.” he let out a sudden hiss.

you flushed.

you hadn’t realised that your panties were practically stuck to you, skin to skin, from how wet you were getting. from the moment in the classroom until now, you had been horny, that was for certain, but this was different. jungkook had yet to even kiss you, and yet you were grinding yourself on his cock like it was the most normal thing in the world.

suddenly, you were brought out of your haze, your hips stilling for a second as you tried to comprehend what your eyes were seeing before you on the screens.

was that..?

your gasp was loud enough to echo around the room, as jungkook’s hands now sat firmly against your stomach, refusing to let you go, despite what was directly in front of you.

your room.

the camera angle was situated to the top of your wardrobe, tilted so it had the perfect angle of your entire room, most notably your bedroom. your bed still sat in the way you had left it, done, with your teddy sat comfortably in the middle. your makeup station was as messy as always, as you had ran slightly late, causing you to assure yourself you could just clean it when you were home.

the flashing red dot in the corner was what had you struggling to breathe.

live?

“jungkook.” your breath caught, sharp and fragile, like it might shatter had you moved whatsoever.

he continued planting kisses to your neck softly, guiding upwards until he reached your jaw and cheek. “keep looking, baby.”

the second screen shifted. your bathroom. notably, your shower.

this one sat high, connected to the ceiling of your shower, tilted downwards so it was all it could see. that had you gasping even louder as you lurched forward, his grip breaking on you as you examined the screen from up close. a sick part of him wanted to punish you for leaving his arms so easily, but he draw an exception - you were too cute when you were shocked.

your heart began pounding out of your fucking chest. not out of fear, not quite - something else, something much heavier. something that made your skin tight with want, the very parasite in your brain singing loudly as it interpreted this in the only way it knew how.

jungkook loved you.

you could see it now, see it clearer than ever, as your throat began to constrict, holding back a wave of emotion you truly weren’t ready for. you leaned back into his arms after a few moments, to which he simply watched you watch the screens, as though this was the exact moment he had waited for.

it was.

god. jungkook had never been harder watching the realisation settle into your face, into your body. he told you, he had told you from the second he had revealed himself to you that he liked to watch you. you had no idea to what extent, but of course the following you around grew tired after a while.

no, see, he needed something else. something entirely his, that infringed on your very personal being - he wanted to take something from you so it could become his too, shared. he chose your privacy.

you turned to him then, eyes filled with teary wonder, a shaky smile forming on either side of your lips.

“you watch me?” you asked, desperate to hear it confirmed on his lips.

to that, he simply tugged you closer to him, firmly pressing you on his cock once more. “all the time. always.”

you shuddered, fingers clinging to his own that clutched your body. you didn’t know what to say, didn’t know how to voice the utter devotion trapped in your throat, not when he was so openly displaying his own. you genuinely believed this to be the most romantic thing anyone had ever one for you, and with the way your pussy soaked him through multiple layers, he knew.

“when you sleep,” he murmured almost thoughtfully, “you curl into your pillow. “cutest thing i’ve ever fucking seen.”

you couldn’t speak. not when your heart was pounding so hard.

“and when you shower..” his eyes shut for a moment, as though imagining. “fuck, baby. you can’t blame me, right? all that water over these tits.”

he was whispering into your ear, rough hands suddenly travelling up to cup your breasts, both engulfing as though it was his every right. you breathed out, immediately closing your eyes at the feel of him massaging, pulling, cupping, squeezing.

you couldn’t speak, couldn’t think. you were staring at your own bedroom, your most intimate space, all whilst he sat, all but worshiping you within the four walls of his own. he continued planting kisses to your neck, your cheek, your head, breathing in the scent in your air whilst long fingers began to unbutton your shirt, pushing your jumper up to your chin, revealing skin with each passing movement.

you let him. of course you did. this was every dream and fantasy all in one.

cold air brushed against bare breasts as he pulled your lacy bra down, just enough to release them, his hands immediately returning to them to provide the attention you deserved.

you let out a smooth whine, all whilst he too huffed under his breath, as though he couldn’t fathom he was touching you like this. he nuzzled his nose into your hair, just as your head tipped back, his fingers circling your nipples, pulling at them gently.

“like watching you play with them..” he whispered then in your ear. “kills me every time.”

“hm?” you let out, watching him toy with you.

“never enough though, is it? need me to do it for you.”

you nodded at that, albeit slightly desperately as you felt your mouth salivate. his hands started to toy with you harder, pushing his hands against your skin as a means to brand you. you could feel it, his silent, invisible mark - it was tattooed onto your very soul, something you were beginning to wear with pride.

“how much..do you watch?” you asked through a breathy moan, as you felt his body shift.

one arm slipped down to your waist, continuing the grinding with ease whilst one hand remained on your boob, pulling, cupping. his mouth dropped to your shoulder, planting kisses on bare skin before sinking his teeth slowly into a bite, marking you physically.

“mm..” he grunted, feeling pleasure up and down his body as all of his blood rushed to his cock, forcing it to strain uncomfortably against his sweats. “every night, i like watching you play with your cunt. your fingers are so small though, never quite hits where you need it, right?”

his words had your brain swimming as you let out a loud moan, fingernails digging into skin. he was spewing filth into your ears, feeding that dirty disease inside of your brain, fostering it. nurturing it.

you shook your head in agreement at his words, only getting wetter and wetter with each passing minute.

the thought of him watching you every night as your fingers plunged in and out of yourself, your thoughts plagued with him and him alone. what he would do to you, how he would treat you, all before you had ever even exchanged a word with him. the frequency of your secret masturbation escapees only got higher and higher after the party, knowing he too was attracted to you.

it all felt like too much and not enough, causing you to turn in his hold. his hands on you dropped as you slid, moving your legs so you were now straddling him, face to face, his eyes finally meeting yours.

you didn’t want to wait, not when he had just shown you the most romantic thing you had ever seen, whispered heartfelt secrets and touched you intimately - enough was enough. you had played the long game, he even longer, and it was time for something to give before your brain shut down completely.

and so, you grabbed jungkook by the face, before pressing your lips against his.

the kiss was unlike anything you had ever experienced, or expected. at first, you took charge, as shock filtered through every running vein of jungkook’s body, his brain unable to compute his reality. that only lasted a few seconds, until he sat up properly, grabbing you with haste and pushing you against his desk, kissing you back with a reverence.

it was neither soft nor gentle, but rather everything you needed it to be.

you tugged him closer as he too did the same, your mouths moving in unison, bodies grinding, using one another. you couldn’t keep your hands off of him and he didn’t bother even trying to fight it, yanking your jumper and shirt off of you completely now, letting it fall somewhere onto the ground, the cool air hitting your skin. you were left in your skirt and underwear, but you watched as he yanked your bra off as though it was a nuisance, finally freeing you completely.

only then did he part from your lips, lowering his head to properly ravish your breasts.

he couldn’t help the loud groan as he bit against your nipples, sucking on them to soothe, only to do it all again. fuck, you were so sweet, even the taste of your skin was enough to have his mind race. he couldn’t bring himself to decide what to do, going between one breast in his pith, to kissing you once more, passionately pushing you further into the desk until it was beginning to bite, only to return to your other breast.

purpled hickeys were beginning to form all over you as he created a constellation, a physical declaration of his feelings for you, a masterpiece made entirely of you and him.

“please.” you begged him, grinding harsher and harsher.

it wasn’t enough. the pleasure would catch, only to be subdued, causing you to faster and faster and yet it wasn’t enough stimulation to get you even close to orgasming for him. he was genuinely breathless at the sight of you, grabbing your hips and lifting you immediately.

he led you to his bed, dropping you in a far gentler manner you were expecting - you, however, grabbed him by his t-shirt and tugged him down before pushing it off of him.

your breath caught as he watched your expression, your shaking hands tracing the tattoos on his arm, the chest and shoulder piece that felt fresh, you fingers trailing over him hungrily. you remembered seeing him like this for the first time at the pool party, how undone you had been at the sight as though it was beyond your wildest imagination - now here you were, underneath him, ready to be ruined.

“look at me.” he panted, nose pushing against yours to get your eyes on him. you obliged. your gazes met, heavy and heated, hands still running over him. “after this..there’s no going back.”

“i know.” you whispered, nodding, knowing the implications of what was to come.

“you’re mine. publicly. visibly. everyone will know.” he fought the burger to capture your lips as he watched you exhale so sweetly, as though what we was saying was music to your ears. “need you to think baby. is that what you want? honestly?”

at that, you pulled him down once more, your lips capturing his in surprise for the second time that day. he melted against yours as your lips moved softer than ever, a gentle but knowing kiss shared between you.

you pulled away slowly. “you’re all i want. i don’t wanna hide how i feel anymore.”

jungkook closed his eyes, still hovering over you as he let out a shaking breath, chest visibly shuddering at your words. god, you were like his personal brand of drug - he could feel you in his blood stream, infusing.

seeing the effect on him had your eyes almost watering, but the need in your stomach was so much bigger. so much harsher.

and so, you tugged at his joggers, as a means to get his attention once more, to which you succeeded as he immediately caught your jaw with his mouth, instead leaning down to remove your skirt immediately. you were left in nothing more than your utterly soaked panties, your legs wide and spread, unable to look away from him.

he let out a loud groan as he parted from your arms, not with resistance of course as your nails dragged against his biceps. he moved down, until he was sat on his knees between your legs, grabbing your thighs and yanking you down the bed with his hold.

you squealed at the sudden movement, only to squeak again when you suddenly felt his nose push against your sensitive clit, all through your clothed cunt. your chest began to rise and fall at the sight of him doing the one thing you had dreamt so regularly of, the way he was openly breathing you in.

god, it was so messed up. he was freaked out beyond belief but he didn’t give a fuck, breathing in his favourite scent. “you know how many panties i’ve stolen from your hamper just to be able to smell this? fuck.”

his words had you flushed from your cheeks to your toes.

“d-don’t say that!”

his eyes met yours.

“used to wrap them around my cock thinking of you, baby.” he practically cooed at you, as he planted pepper kisses to your clit, before finally pushing the material to one side.

you couldn’t even let his words sink into your brain as he finally launched. his mouth attacked your weeping pussy as though you owed him something, and a part of you acknowledged it - he had been sniffing your panties, wrapping them around his cock, pumping in your bed to the thought of you and your scent but now? actually tasting you? he thought he was going to die.

the moans you were letting out echoed onto the walls, and jungkook smirked, knowing they were thin as paper. his friends all lived on either side of him, all in shared apartments whilst he lived alone. though they were not privy to the extent of his perversion, they were well versed in the knowledge of you and his utter devotion. they knew he’d never bring any other woman other than you into his home.

he continued his attack. sucking on your clit to begin with, tracing letters, humming, teeth slightly grazing which had you jolting out of pure stimulation before he pinned you back onto the bed. your hands rushed into his air, desperate for a semblance of comfort that only he could provide.

it took you a full minute to realise what he was spelling out on your poor pussy.

he was telling you he loved you, with v’s and o’s and i’s all curated to bring you closer and closer to cumming on his tongue, all whilst a finger began to prod at your entrance. within seconds, he inserted, letting it go as deep as you could take it, causing you to let out a loud whine.

you were being forced still on the bed, with one hand on your stomach pinning you down, all the whilst jungkook attacked. he pumped and licked, only to insert another finger whilst you were still getting adjusted to one.

you had been with other guys, sure, all before jungkook was even a thing in your mind. none were very good with their hands, or anything for that matter, and so you had come to terms with the fact sex would always be boring for you.

having him inbetween your legs, pleasuring you, all whilst he rutted into the bed himself, moaning between your legs as though he could feel the pleasure in your stomach - it was beyond anything you could conjure.

“fuck, you’re so tight. gotta loosen you up, baby, or you won’t be able to take my cock.” he hissed against you, curling his fingers inside.

you jolted again, legs restless as your thighs clamped around his head, all but suffocating him. not that he gave a fuck - he would happily die right here if given the chance.

“jungkook! i-i..” you could barely speak.

your hips bucked into his mouth after he sucked particularly harshly, causing a squeal to escape you before you pulled at his hair a little too roughly. he groaned loudly at the shot of pain, liking it more than he expected. the feeling of pain by your hands turned him on beyond belief.

he could feel you clenching, tightening around his fingers. could feel the pulsations straight to his cock which was practically weaping, begging for your attention but he needed to be patient. he was confessing his love to you against your sweet core, tasting you as if you were the only meal he’d ever be granted.

you realised very quickly that jeon jungkook was the definition of a fucking munch.

he was lost between your legs, hissing the dirtiest things you’d ever heard, about how you were made to take his tongue, how you needed to loosen up or else he’d have to fuck you open, something about how good it felt to be suffocated by your thighs. your brain was malfunctioning officially as you sunk deeper and deeper into the bed.

“close..” you managed to choke out, though he could hardly hear you, blood rushing to his head as he continued his actions, tongue laying flat to lap you up as much as possible.

you didn’t last much longer, his fingers curling into that spongy part inside of you that had you cumming, your back arching harshly, your hands pulling at his hair as you squealed loudly enough for the entire apartment complex to hear.

jungkook fucked you through it, large digits chasing the remnants of your high as he lapped up your slick, grunting about “how sweet you tasted when you cum.”

by the time your orgasm died down, jungkook had to be forcibly removed from between your thighs as you patted and pushed until he finally pulled back. his mouth was a mess, but it was his eyes that unnerved you - they looked entirely black, as though what he had just experienced was enough to take him to an early grave.

unfortunately for him, you hadn’t even had a chance to start.

your eyes fell to the large tent now in his sweats, the wet patch that had angrily formed. you could have cum again just from the sight of it, a measly sigh escaping you as you sat up on your elbows, hand darting out to message it firmly.

his jaw dropped lightly as you both kept eye contact, watching the way your hooded eyes only got drowsier and drowsier, falling into cockdrunk territory without even having it inside of you. it didn’t take long nor much before your positions were switched, with him now sat up, and you inbetween his legs, pulling down his sweats as though they were personally offending you.

you watched his cock spring up, slapping your cheek as it rested heavy on your face, a sight jungkook swore he could never forget even if he wanted to. his sweet girl.. to think he had once thought you were entirely innocent, and not at all privy to the perversion that plagued him so fully. if only he had known then that you too were a proud victim of it - he would have fucked you sooner.

he watched as your hands immediately took a hold of him, pumping up and down slowly, your eyes meeting his and refusing to look away.

“i won’t last.” he whispered down at you, to which you offered him a sly, coy smile. “just want a taste, kookie..you won’t deny me, right?”

fuck.

a girl like you needed your throat fucked.

instead of responding, he simply brushed your hair out of your face just as your tongue darted out, licking a large stripe up his tip. he was bigger than any guy you’d been with, and so much thicker, needing both hands just to wrap around him. you knew a cock like this would ruin you for life - no one would ever compare again, not when it was so pretty.

you watched as he shuddered, your tongue circulating his slit before tracing the vein down his cock, giggling lightly as you felt his hands in your hair tighten.

“don’t fucking tease.” he hissed at you, cheeks flushed red.

you obliged, though the cheeky smile on your lips, alongside your leaking cunt, proved you were up to no good.

you wrapped your mouth around his tip entirely, lips stretching wide as you began to bob your head immediately, pumping the rest of his cock that you couldn’t reach with both hands. he threw his head back in pleasure, grunting loudly as he returned to watch you.

neither of you could look away as you took more and more of him down your throat, until you began to gag too harshly, releasing him for a moment only to return to your actions. you could feel spit dribbling down the sides of your mouth, continuing to gag, continuing to pump, chasing more and more.

jungkook needed to stop you. he wanted his cum inside you only, knowing it would be such a waste if it sat inside of your stomach instead of your womb but fuck. you were a minx. just the way you bobbed your head so eagerly, as though this was all you’d ever wanted - how could he deny his sweet girl?

and so, with both hands on your head, jungkook began to push it down.

he watched you whimper, forced to take more of him down your throat, but he was uncaring, secretly loving the way you desperately scrambled to accommodate him. he began to thrust lightly, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you felt him use you in the exact way you would often daydream about.

he released you for a moment, watching you pull off of his cock with a choke, coughing for air for a few seconds. he pulled up your chin once it subsided, pulling you in close until your lips connected once more. you could both taste each an other on your tongues, a moan leaving you at the thought.

“can’t wait any longer, baby.” he huffed, grabbing one of his pillows and situating it under your head comfortably.

your heart sang as you watched him prioritise your comfort before grabbing another pillow, placing it directly under your hips, your pussy now elevated for him to fuck exactly the way he wanted. your legs were still shaking, your throat sore from the way it had just been toyed with and yet there was nothing more than you wanted than him.

“no condoms.” you immediately said, as he began inching towards you.

jungkook wanted to laugh. he had every fucking intention of cumming inside of you, you knew that. he knew that. you were the cutest thing he had ever seen, asserting your wants just the way he wanted you to - despite his selfless nature when it came to you, he was a man with needs. he wanted you round and plump.

“no condoms.” he repeated, watching the way your eyelashes fluttered up at him before he pressed another kiss to your lips, passionate.

your tongues lapped at one another, all whilst he began to rest his cock against your core, moving, pressing into you so you’d feel every inch of what was about to penetrate you. he loved the way you moaned into his mouth, allowing for him to swallow every noise as though it was his favourite song.

as he pulled away, a thin string of saliva connected you both, a lidded look on his features.

he sat up from his position, grabbing onto your legs once more, pulling you slightly closer before continuing to rub his cock against you, beginning to push the tip in.

your eyes widened, a gasp loudly tearing into the space once more as you felt him push, push, push. his cock was breaking you in real time as he inserted inch after inch.

you couldn’t breathe.

this was the last barrier separating you, the one, final thing to make your relationship whole and now he was fully inside of you. you could feel him deep, your breath caught as your arms wrapped around his neck, all whilst he pulled himself down so his own arms were at either side of your head.

he could see it was too much, could see it in the way your eyes kept opening and shutting, your chest rising and falling, your legs parting and closing. he wanted to have you like this always, so sweet - his angel girl. god, he’d give you the world now that you were his, all soaked and clenching on his cock like he knew you would be.

he began to thrust slowly, whilst you let out gasps, whines, hums of both pleasure and pain. for every ounce of ache, you felt thrill tenfold as he made you keep your eye contact, gaze locked entirely on him.

“feel that, baby?” he cooed gently, so loving, so sweet. “you can never get rid of me, now. not even if you try.”

in response, you clenched around him hard. he choked.

“you can’t leave me either.” you whimpered up at him, his forehead coming down to connect with your own. “not allowed.”

“leave you? i’d sooner die.” he hissed immediately, as though the notion drove him insane to think about. at that, you felt your bottom lip quiver slightly. “my weepy baby.”

at that, his thrusts finally began to quicken.

they picked up in pace and pressure, as his thrusts now landed harder. faster. meaner.

the sound of skin slapping against skin echoed off of the walls as your name was chanted on his breath, all whilst you clawed at his cheeks, neck and shoulders. he could feel the pain come in waves as the scratches you left on him began to bleed lightly, not that he gave a fuck - he wanted you to mark him in every single way.

by the time he was pounding into you, you were openly crying up at him.

you were so overwhelmed, tears pooling on either side of the pillow as you begged him not to stop, desperate to keep him inside of you for as long as he could, your hips coming up to meet his thrusts. it just felt so good, so whole, nothing had ever felt so right before.

was this a taste of heaven, jungkook thought, as he leaned down to kiss you through your blabbering, all whilst you tried to keep your sobs at bay. god, you were driving him insane. to know you were crying out of pleasure was akin to his wildest dreams, his eyes shutting tight to ward off any thoughts of cumming too soon.

“my girl, my girl, my girl.” he chanted down at you, heaving lightly. “fuck..don’t know what to do with you. need to give you the world but it’s not enough.”

“just want you. you’re my world.” you whimpered at him, all whilst clenching down hard causing him to hiss loudly.

your words were fucking him up. his head swarmed with flashing images of you knocked up, thick diamond on your left hand, cute little dress stretched over your stomach as he cooked for you. a house on a suburban street, with a nice garden and a white picket fence. fuck. he had to give you it all.

“open.” he growled down at you, to which you opened your mouth immediately.

he spat inside, watching the way you swallowed almost instantly, tongue lolling out of your mouth to show him.

“good fucking girl. my stupid baby doesn’t wanna think no more, huh? just needs me to tell her what to do.”

“mhm.” you confirmed, pussy throbbing at his condescending tone. “that's how i want you, all fucked out. need to get you pregnant soon, can’t have this pussy empty ever again.”

at that, you felt your eyes roll to the back of your skull as your legs began to shake. he knew you were close, but he wasn’t done with you yet.

you let out the loudest whine of the night, protesting as he slipped out of you, cock soaked from your juices as it slapped against his stomach. he laughed lightly at how bratty you sounded, the pout on your lips paired with the tears streaming down your face enough to drive any man fucking wild.

he pulled you up by your arms, almost harshly as he rested against the bed frame, pillow behind his back to support you both before pulling you into his lap. you felt his cock prod at your entrance before he all but pushed you down onto it, forcing you to take every inch once more.

the moan you let out would forever remain imprinted onto his memory as he watched your face squeeze in pleasure, feeling him so much deeper in this position. he pulled your legs on either side of him, so you were properly sat, all whilst he cradled you to him.

he began picking you up and dropping you, both of you hissing at the feel of you so much tighter this way, if that was ever possible. he was practically using you, with the way he was manhandling your body, your arms wrapped around his neck as you let him do whatever he wanted in the name of pleasure.

“don’t want t..this to stop..fuck, kookie.” you moaned, watching the way his skin bled lightly from your earlier attacks.

“won’t stop baby.” he let out a breathy exhale. “gonna do this to you every chance i can. fuck you, watch you when you’re not with me, gonna break in like i always do. hm, you want that? you want kookie to stalk you, still?”

“yes.” you sobbed at him, nodding desperately as you began matching his thrusts, it bordering on masochism with the way he was pounding into you. “please don’t stop.”

“sick fucking girl. makes you wet thinking about me stalking you, huh?” he hissed, fingers rubbing at your clit for you, to which you continued to nod. “that’s why we’re a match, baby. that fucked up part of your brain is just like mine, it makes my cock hard too.”

“don’t want anything to change.” you whimpered through a sob, watching the way his eyes rolled back. “don’t worry..fuck..just like that. gonna make sure you feel it this time, hm? make sure you see me everywhere.”

the pleasure, the thought, the promise. it was too much and not enough.

“promise, kookie? promise me.” you begged through your tears, watching as they streamed down your face, falling between you and straight onto where your bodies met, causing jungkook to fuck them back into you. “promise baby. gonna stalk you until you beg me to stop and even then, s’not your choice, huh?”

his words ripped you over the edge as your breathing stopped, cockdrunk and orgasming on his too fat cock. your body convulsed, his arms caging you in as he fucked into you, riding out your orgasm in a way that had your feet wrapping around him tightly.

jungkook watched your eyes shut tight before you squeaked from overstimulation, as he too chased his high, following you closely as he felt his orgasm wash over him. he grabbed onto your body, clutching you tight as he came and came and came and came.

he captured your lips with his own as he rode out his high, feeling you quiver with the way you milked him for every last drop. your mouths moved in unison, his tongue lapping at yours once more as you twitched around him, collapsing in his arms from exhaustion after.

you both panted, both unable to comprehend what had just happened, and yet neither of you made any effort to move. he pulled you closer, still inside, holding you tight, kissing every inch of your face, whispering sweet nothings.

“so good to me.” he whispered down at you right as you closed your eyes, exhausting taking a hold of you as it slowly seeped into your bloodstream.

—

the cafe off campus was home to you by now, and home to the relationship you had fostered with jungkook. this was where he had first seen you, where he had first tasted the sweet, familiar sensation of obsession.

now, he came here with you, hand in hand as he ordered your favourite drink and a cookie, all whilst you rested your head on his bicep as though you were finally comfortable. people around you would stare, half in confusion and other curiosity at the sight of the most popular girl on campus so smitten with her nerdy, know it all boyfriend who was known for his dry attitude. it seemed it was only you who he bothered with, and that confused everyone else even more.

what did you see in him, they wondered. was he rich? did he have a trust fund? sure he was attractive, with his large frame and tattoos, piercings glinting in the sun but you were on a whole other league. they simply couldn’t work it out.

such fools, you often thought, scoffing at the way they’d think. they had no idea what jungkook was to you, and what he represented. a physical manifestation of every deep, twisted desire in your darkened mind - wholly accepting, entirely loving. he was the love of your life, and you. oh, you were the very epitome of life itself for him.

he liked when you’d both sit in the corner, where he’d sit across from you, laughing quietly at whatever you’d tell him as though anything you said was intensely humorous. your cheeks would flush pink as he would take his time in complimenting you, from your hair to your outfit, all the way down to the cute ballet flats that adorned your feet.

“c’mon, finish your cookie.” he’d remind, voice soft despite his darkened demeanour, only for his gentle tone to drop whenever someone would ask him a question, or even look his way.

the only other person he was even remotely as nice to was his own personal circle, and of course, yejin, who you adored more than words. she’d often sit with you both, just so you could both talk and gossip as you’d often do, whilst jungkook merely sat and admired you.

sometimes he would tell you he couldn’t join you just to have an excuse to stalk you. the thought had your panties damp in a second, as you would peer from the corner of your eye, noticing a shadow, a cap and mask, all hidden away in the corners of the room. fuck.

now you were able to spot it, it made the game so much more thrilling.

you were at his home every chance you could get, or him at yours, but on the off chance you would fall asleep on your own, you’d be sure to find the most risqué underwear you could find, all so you could perch on your bed at an angle you knew he’d enjoy. from waking up in the middle of the night to touch yourself to openly addressing him, you took full advantage of his voyeuristic tendencies.

sometimes, you’d wake up to find him in bed next to you, bulge nestled right against where you needed him most, a reminder that he was able to break in when you least expected. of course, that also meant you were constantly undergoing a shortage of panties as he’d steal them.

that didn’t mean you had stopped, however, as you too felt your mind fall deeper into madness.

he had been paired with another girl for a physics project, to which they had shared contact information to divide tasks. innocent enough for most but it had you falling into a deep, dark jealousy, as you hacked into his phone with every chance you got, reading his messages, nibbling away at your lip despite knowing he knew what you were doing.

considering the messages so far consisted of “i’ve done section 2.” and “please do section 4 before monday.” you knew you had nothing to stress about, but you couldn’t reason with someone with a parasitic brain. even after the project was over, you found yourself looking through his phone almost excitedly, it bringing you a sense of entertainment and joy.

you’d leave little snippets of yourself there to remind him you were always watching him - ranging from little i love you’s in his note apps to full on nudes of your body in his photo album, to which he’d go feral for once he’d find them.

neither of you were healthy. neither of you were normal and yet you were happy beyond belief, living a life you were sure that no one else could have given you.

it wasn’t until yejin started hanging around with jungkook’s friends, all of you interacting, that you realised his tendencies were beginning to rub off on his own circle - his oldest friend, seokjin, staring deeply at her with a look of pure and unyielding devotion. she, of course, being a smart girl completely fed into it, making him her little boy toy almost immediately.

“nothing better than an obsessive man.” she had hummed to you with a wink, watching him scramble to go get her the drink she had asked for.

if only she knew how deeply you agreed with the sentiment.

“you’re sick.” you murmured at her with a coy grin, though there were no bite to your words.

yejin only grinned with a small giggle, leaning back into her chair as she crossed her legs, entirely unbothered. “hm, and you’re not?”

you didn’t answer. you didn’t need to when your grin gave you away.

the scrape of the chair beside you was familiar now, and expected, as jungkook hand found its usual place on the back of your neck, thumb pressing gently to ground the both of you to one another.

his drink sat down beside yours, your typical matcha cookie following.

this was routine at its finest.

“eat.” he simply muttered, a small kiss placed to your head before he slid into the seat next to you, as opposed to opposite you this time.

you leaned into him without thinking, breathing in his scent almost hungrily before lifting your drink to your lips, all the whilst curling into him instinctively. yejin’s eyes flickered between the two of you, a sense of candied understanding settling behind them before she let out a hum of amusement.

“i’m gonna go steal jin’s wallet. i wanna go shopping.” she hummed, already standing.

“it’s not stealing if he’d thank you for doing it.” you replied through a glance, causing her to tilt her head before nodding.

“exactly! he has to carry the bags too..”

she disappeared, walking over to the counter where he was collecting her drink, eyes already trained on her as she slid her hand into his back pocket, batting her eyelashes up at him. you watched his jaw slack, completely enamoured before nodding immediately, guiding her to the door without even bothering to spare anyone else a glance. the sight had you giggling.

you didn’t notice the shift beside you until it impacted you directly.

his hand moved from the back of your neck to your jaw, pushing it towards him gently so that you were facing him properly. his sweet girl, you looked so pretty today, he thought. what, with your hair all curled.

“you didn’t sleep.”

not a question, but rather an observation.

you blinked at him, a little dazed, before shaking your head slowly. “i did..”

this thumb pressed under your eye, amused by your lies. “no you didn’t.”

you huffed, your bratty nature to the surface now you were completely comfortable with him. “okay, fine. woke up early, that’s all.”

“what time?”

“…three.”

he watched you for a second longer than necessary, something ticking behind his eyes, before he leaned back slightly in his chair. he was observing you openly as he often did, with his attention on your gaze, momentarily dropping to your lips that he wanted nothing more than to defile, before returning up.

“next time call me, baby.”

you nibbled at your lips at his sweet response. “you were sleeping, didn’t wanna disturb you.”

“call me.” he responded again, firmer this time, as though he’d hear nothing else on the matter.

your stomach fluttered.

a beat of silence filled the air as he pulled you in close once more, pressing his lips to your forehead, looking down at the way you sipped on your drink, humming quietly about how yummy it tasted. he found you so endearing - loving how anytime he’d bring you here, you’d do the same thing, always making the cutest of noises whilst telling him he needed to try how good your drink was.

he reached for your cookie, breaking off a piece before holding it to your lips. you immediately opened up your mouth, taking a bite, cheekily swiping your tongue on his finger before innocently batting your lashes up at him.

you knew he’d get you back later.

you chewed slowly whilst he breathed in your scent, lips grazing against your neck, jaw, nose and head. it wasn’t until you had completely finished your cookie that he pulled back slowly.

“i’ve been thinking about us.” he confessed, softly.

that got your attention. you stilled slightly, as you peered up at his face, trying to determine what he meant.

“about what we’re doing after this.”

you stilled. not visibly, or in a way anyone with an untrained eye would notice, but in a way that only a man like jungkook could be well versed in. he watched you like a hawk.

“after what?” you asked almost shakily. he brushed your lip with his thumb. “after graduation, after everything.”

you watched him more carefully now.

“i’ve had multiple job offers now, different places…different cities.” he murmured gently down at you, only to watch the way your face fell slightly.

it was like he could see your heart straining.

“okay..” you whispered softly, unsure of what to say.

“we need to talk about where we’re going, baby. not taking anything until you decide where you want us to be.”

you blinked.

“what?”

“i’ll go wherever you wanna go. or you can come with me, i don’t really mind.”

your eyebrows knitted together. you weren’t confused, no - you were catching up. it was like a decision had been made for you, and you were finally privy to it.

“kookie..”

“i’m serious, y/n.” his voice remained the same tone, neither raising nor getting too excited. it was like this was fact. “i’m not building anything without you in it.”

your throat felt tight all of a sudden as you swallowed, your chest beating out of your chest at the casual sweetness he displayed for you and you alone. you felt so loved. always so, so loved.

“i don’t even know where i wanna work after this.” you confessed, voice small.

“that’s okay. we’ll figure it out.” he assured.

no pressure, no impatience. just a gentle assurance that whatever you picked, whenever you did, it would be done with him by your side.

“and if it’s somewhere shit?” you weakly asked, attempting some kind of humour despite your heart beating out of your chest.

he huffed out of amusement, easing your shoulders. “then it’ll be shit. doesn’t matter to me.”

you couldn’t stop staring at him, looking deeper and deeper into dark chocolate orbs where you could see nothing but yourself reflected both in and out. you tried to find the exaggeration, or the joke, but you came up short each time.

there wasn’t one.

“i’ll get us a good place. been saving for us.” he murmured almost absentmindedly. “somewhere big enough for you.”

your heart lurched hard.

“and then?” you asked, voice so soft it sat barely above a whisper.

the side of his lips quirked up.

“then, i marry you.”

he said it as though it was fact, as opposed to a wish for the future. you couldn’t breathe. you couldn’t breathe. you couldn’t breathe.

“..and..then?” you choked out, with large eyes.

he grinned, gentle, soft.

“then…no more birth control.” his voice melodic, soft, as though it wasn’t a warning to come. “then, we start our family together.”

jungkook’s hand slid under the table to intertwine with yours before he pulled it up to his lips, watching the way your eyes quickly filled with unshed tears ready to implode at any minute. he huffed out another breath of amusement at the sight of his girl, always so sweet and always so so teary.

the constant tug of war between you to get closer and closer all made sense in that moment.

jungkook wasn’t just your person, he was the only route home. he was everything and more, and you were his sole purpose.

you were both inevitable.

———

i love my creepy little stalkers so much, they’re such weird freaks

my silly babies, i loved writing this one, sorry it was so long omg, 25k words is crazy even for me but i hope you guys enjoy and love it so much!!

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[the-sin-city]

not your cliche bully

pairing - yandere!bully!jungkook x f!reader

summary - jungkook never misses any opportunity to make you weep.

warnings - mdi! triggering content, dacriphilia, yandere! highschool bully jk, mean sadist jk, delusional jk, victim reader, emotional reader, mature theme, non-consensual sex, penetrative sex, cursing, degradation, bullying, fainting.

word count - 1788

writer's note - mean jungkook is my fav genre but maybe I made him too mean. I know this is actually clithe as fuck but I couldn't find better titile name. xoxo

The loud music did little to dull the thundering of the door. You folded into yourself in the small toilet stall, praying the clanging hinges would not give up against jungkook’s merciless assault.

“I know you're in there, bird.” An amused laugh left his condescending mouth.

You squeezed your tear clumped eyes shut. You flinched at a particular loud blow which almost flanked the door open.

“Y/n, come out, when I'm still being nice.”

This was him being nice?

You remained mute, pursing your lips tightly to stifle your whimpers. You tried to drown your mind in the song playing through your earphones.

He will leave.

He will leave when he is tired.

Another cruel bang.

“Goddamn, answer me, bitch?”

You were pathetically folded on the closed commode seat, shrinking into a ball. You silently cried behind the confine of your palm, your chest sobbing violently.

Why had no one noticed that he had clearly entered the girls washroom? Was there no one around? No teachers? No janitors? No students??

“Y/n, this is the last time I'm asking you to come out.” he growled in a low warning tone. Amusement had disappeared from his voice, which frightened you even more.

“I'm giving you 10 seconds.” his feet tapped impatiently on the dirtied tiles, his words dulling over the roaring of your panicked heart.

Shivers springed on the entirety of your nape. Your watery eyes flickered over the door, anxiously contemplating your next action. But your body was so frozen in fright that it refused to move.

You were so so scared of him.

You removed the earpiece in suspicion when the movements stopped for several minutes. You bit your lips in anticipation of hearing some colourful language from him but nothing came.

You tried hard to heighten your hearing and sense his next move. You carefully stood up, nearing the small gray door. Your fingers trembled over the lock, continuously making sure you hadn't accidentally unlocked it.

..............

And next, you heard a flurry of movements and screamed in terror when you saw him trying to climb over the partition of the communal stall beside and reaching out for you from the gap above.

“Come here, you bitch!” he grunted in his struggle.

A sob broke loose as you hastily opened the door and made a run for your life. You unlocked the main door and fled, only to be snatched off the floor in no time. You saw his friend Jimin standing outside like a watchdog. Jungkook dragged your fluttering body back in the washroom and dumped you on the floor.

You snivelled in defeat, your stomach clenching in fright watching his darkened dilated eyes. He had you cornered, his hands rested on his hips as he glared down at you.

“What part of ‘Come to the terrace during maths class’ did you not understand?”

He purposely used that deep, gravel like tone to intimidate you.

You carefully slid up the tiled wall, shielding yourself with your hands incase he hit you. Your throat was painfully dry, you gulped audibly.

“I didn't —didn’t—”

You stuttered as he loomed closer, you felt his body heat, his rough breathing cloud you, his mouth smelt of cigarettes. You leaned sideways on the wall so that Jungkook couldn't completely press against you.

“Shut up! Can you stop embarrassing yourself?” Jungkook crunched his face in disgust.

You tightened your fist sized heart to take all the ugly insults he was going to hurl your way.

“What did you tell Miyoung?”

A stone dropped in your gut.

Your watery eyes widened, a red flush clouded your face, you quickly ducked your head in shame, your hair falling loose from your braid.

You felt so betrayed. You thought Miyoung was a good friend. She had been so nice to you. She had opened up so much to you and so had you. Shared so many secrets. But time and again, you were walloped in the face with the fact that no one was your true friend.

She shouldn't have shared your personal business with any third person.

Were you always going to be just a joke to people?

His chest was flushed against your arm by now, his airy whispers curled in your ear.

“You told her that you like me."

His fingers cupped your neck , the top of his thumb circling the centre of your neck.

You noisily inhaled and whispered a no. The pressure of his thumb doubled with every gulp you took.

“ I always knew there was something incredibly weird about you, but not on this level. I literally torment you , you should hate me but instead you like me? Like a kicked dog likes its master?” He laughed in mirth. He gripped the entirety of your neck and forced you to face his front. “You are definitely cracked, you know that.”

Your eyes narrowed, new tears breaking loose, feeling humiliated beyond belief. A chime started to ring in your ears, as the feeling of fear and hurt pierced deep in your chest.

“ How many times did I tell you not to even utter my name outside, to never associate yourself with me in public? ” You peered at him through your lashes, jilted and even if it looked like Jungkook was enraged, his knee buckled at that pathetic look from you and he shifted on his other foot.

He loved to intimidate you.

He took absolute pleasure in it.

You were his favourite toy to play when he had an itch.

He loved this feeling, this feeling of absolute power, of control he had on you, physically, mentally and emotionally. The triumph of seeing you shrunk at his words. The way you were affected by him, so intensely, so densely, it made him feral at times.

“ You're pathetic, you know that.”

That undid you, and the damn broke, your chapped upper lip covered your lower to stifle your sounds. “And I never want to be associated with some abnormal kid like you.”

Your cries were the best music to his ears.

“Please just leave me alone.” you said in an upset tone. Your sniffles became erratic and so did your effort to breathe in between them. Your chest moved with every hiccup.

Jungkook just observed you, deriving entertainment from every single detail of your weeping.

He was aroused.

“And why would I do that?” His body was almost entirely superimposed on you. The thumb that he had pressed on your jugular went to the tip of your chin where he lightly circled it.

You were about to push him away when he sneaked his other hand into your skirt and panties and cupped your folds.

He gave you a dangerous smile.

You stared at him in panic, as his eyes pooled with lust. You shook your head, a string of your ignored “nos” falling on his deaf ears.

His fingers poked your labias and you twisted in his hold.

Jungkook also loved to fuck you after you were done crying.

All drained, dazed and too tired to fight him.

He did not feel half as high after sex with his girlfriend as he did with you.

And though he would never tell a soul, he felt so smug and prideful when he heard his teammates mocking him about you “the below average” having a crush on him. Though he had twisted his face in disgust and gagged as a response for a good laugh of agreement, he had felt something burst inside his chest closer to happiness.

He claimed to hate you.

But he wanted to be liked by you.

Your mind should be occupied by him only.

You gasped at the pain of intrusion, two of his fingers were inside you, moving. A shudder left you when you felt the imprint of his hard member on your stomach.

You tugged at his wrist which was still on your neck to remove its weight, but instead he pinched your lips together to form a pout and pecked them repeatedly to distract you.

Your toes curled in your shoes when he inserted a third finger in you, you quickly grabbed his hand in alarm.

Jungkook halted and leaned away, he unblinkingly stared at your glistening lips, as if in trance.

You flinched hard, mewling in agony at the sharp sting, as Jungkook roughly dug his thumb nail in your clit. Shivers of pleasure and pain frantically travelled up your spine.

“Please stop!” you cried in agony.

“No!” you flinched at his shout. “Stop being fucking annoying.” he spat in irritation.

He quickly unzipped his pants and flipped your skirt up, slid your panties to the side and entered you.

You gasped at the intrusion, “ It hurts.”

“You like me, don't you? So fucking take it!!”, the last two words dragged into a growl as he rolled his head back. “Fuck” he loved the way your walls strangled his dick.

You squealed at the enormity of pain you were feeling, you involuntarily gripped his arm to ground yourself, to prevent yourself from tethering into darkness that dotted your vision.

All the while, Jungkook had his eyes squeezed shut, teeth gritted, head swimming in a surge of euphoria.

He just froze for half a second, enjoying the feeling of being inside you. His stomach curled with pleasure. His legs were noticeably trembling.

He looked down at you, head ducked to the side, hiding your snotting face into your shrunken shoulder. Few strands of your hair glued to your face from your tears. Your eyes remained closed wishing for this nightmare to be over soon. Fighting him was not going to stop him.

He bit into lip and began to piston into you, panting heavily. His nose brushed your crunched eyebrows. He kissed your watery eyelids and trailed kisses down the beautiful curve of your cheek.

“Don't pretend like you hate this, I know these are your happy tears from getting a chance to be fucked by me.” he chuckled in your ear.

You slowly fluttered your lashes open, sparkling dew drops hung on them. You looked up at him, eyes swollen and reddened and flooding with a new stream of tears.

Fuck.

Fucking beautiful.

His balls tightened, he increased the pace.

You gave him that look from before, the look of a jilted lover.

That hurt, expectant look was enough to get him off the edge.

“Shit- fuck, y/n!” his voice cracked.

He kissed your unmoving lips.

He was cumming.

“Fuck!”

Your eyes rolled back and so did his.

He groaned loudly and came inside you.

It was only after he came down from the high did he feel your body heavily leaning on him, your hands had fallen loose.

He cursed under his breath.

God.

You did not just faint on him.

[deepdarkdelights]

Forbidden Fables Masterlist

Once upon a time…

by @deepdarkdelights​

Release Date: March 1st

A calm life in a small village was all you ever knew, your days spent in the bakery and keeping to yourself. You liked the quiet and gentle nature of your life, but one day a wolf stands outside of your window, a stranger arrives, and people begin to go missing. Do you dare don your red coat and enter the forest?

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by @chaoticpuff17​

Release Date: April 1st

Talking flowers and rabbits in waistcoats, that’s the dreamland that Y/N remembers, but things have changed since Y/N was a child. Wonderland is under new control, and once you fall down the rabbit hole there’s no going back.

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by @chimchimsauce​

Release Date: May 1st

Is beauty a blessing or a curse? All of her life, princess YN was told that her beauty was the greatest gift her late mother ever gave her. But when her looks attract a man cruel and bloodthirsty, YN begins to think that her greatest asset is the beginning of her demise.

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by @chimchimsauce​

Release Date: June 1st

Ever since YN’s father died, she’s been trapped in her childhood home by her scheming step mother and evil step sisters. When it’s announced that the crown prince is hosting a ball to find his future wife, all YN wishes is to see her childhood friend once again. But maybe he’s been closer than she previously thought …

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by @deepdarkdelights​

Release Date: July 1st

A princess’s job is to learn etiquette and to marry, so why did you derail from that path? All it took was one instant of you departing from your fiancé’s hunting party to become lost in the enchanted forest and to stumble upon a cursed man who doesn’t believe in love. He must be so lonely…do you dare to befriend him?

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by @chaoticpuff17​

Release Date: August 1st

A village, a forest, a castle, and a dark shroud hanging over them all. Villagers keep going missing, and rumors of a beast lurking in the forest run rampant. Y/N never believed in monsters, but what happens when she goes knocking on one’s door?

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by @chimchimsauce​

Release Date: September 1st

Hoseok, the banished recluse, has always loved and worshiped merprincess YN, despite knowing he could never have her. For the longest time, he’s been content, treasuring their secret meetings. But when she begins to slip through his tentacles, Hoseok decides he will make her love him back, no matter what.

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And they all lived happily never after….

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[bang-tan-bitches]

Title: Beloved

Word Count: 17.4k

Rating: M

Genre: Drama/Thriller/Smut

Warnings: Yandere Behavior, Violence, Blood, Character Death, Emotional Manipulation, Hint of Dubious Consent, Unprotected Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Cream Pie, Oral Sex (Female Receiving), Mild Dirty Talk 

Pairing: Emperor!Yoongi X Reader

Summary: Court was just a game of politics after all. And you intended to win

Written By: Admin B

Note: This was entirely inspired by Daechwita and everyone should thank A for indulging my madness and encouraging me

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nexus (7) | teaser

pairing: taehyung x reader

premise: a notorious casino conglomerate took you in when you were young. you grew up alongside their sons; inseparable from the oldest, infatuated with the middle, and engaged to the youngest. after a shocking murder, a detective with a vendetta drags you into unraveling a web of dangerous lies that cause you to question who you trust, and who you love

genre: 18+ slow burn romance mafia elite arranged marriage murder mystery thriller

characters: detective jungkook, heir taehyung, ceo namjoon, arms dealer hoseok, bartender yoongi, doctor jimin, best friend/heir seokjin

wordcount: <1k (this is just a teaser/smut oneshot)

warnings: 18+ tsundere!taehyung, outercourse, grinding, breast play, hella teasing, taehyung is hot but hes also mean this story is basically me thirsting over him 70% of the time if yall havent realized

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“Don’t marry him”

There had been one other time in your life you had heard those words. The morning of your engagement. The morning of his death. 

Or so it seemed. 

Jin’s fingers tracing down your spine, his lips traveling across every nerve, every twitch, every sigh. He swallowed your sweet nothings, inhaled your very essence in a morning that was nothing short of pure and utter euphoria. You and the man you had been so certain was your soulmate.

Today, those words had you trembling as you made your way down the hall, almost like a magnet–drawn to the only room you wanted to be in.

You should have felt confused. That was Jin’s voice on the phone. Jin who–was dead. 

Instead you were petrified. Not because your true love may have risen from the ashes. Not because he likely never died, and all of this was a sick game to play you like the doll he always took you for. His little plaything. Nothing more. 

Right now, that didn’t matter. It should have boiled your blood instead all you could think about was Taehyung. All you could think about was–I need him to know that I don’t love Namjoon.

“Taehyung” Your voice was like a cry when you stood, a silhouette in his doorway the moonlight tracing your figure like an aura. He was sitting at his window, staring down at his hands. His long fingers in the same silver, effervescent light. “Are you alright?”

Taehyung said nothing, of course. You ran to him, forced him to look at you. “Taehyung please” Your voice was pathetic. Desperate. Was the fear from hurting him, or of him hurting you–this wasn’t entirely clear in your mind. “I didn’t know he was going to do that”

“Y/n”

“I frankly can’t believe he did. Taehyung–Jin is alive. Jin is alive and I–”

“You what?” Taehyung was suddenly very interested. His eyes narrowed at you, intense. 

You stared at him for a moment. Unable to answer. Unsure of what you were doing–what you should be doing. 

Everything was swirling in your mind. Jin is alive. Jin lied. Jungkook lied. Jungkook broke you. 

Taehyung was a terrifying reality, there right in front of you you no longer wanted to deny what you had been feeling the past few weeks. You couldn’t hold back. 

“I need you” You mumbled, fingers tugging at his shirt, “Fuck Taehyung I need you”

He didn’t move. Didn’t react–just watched as you made an absolute fool of yourself. You crossed the room to shut the door. The click of the lock the only sound other than your pounding heart. 

Taehyung stood up, curiously watching your every move. You sat on his bed, thinking. Breathing. Trying to stop the spinning in your mind. 

“I need you” You repeated to no one in particular. 

Taehyung came to stand in front of you. You looked up at him. Him down at you. He fell to his knees, slowly. Taking your hand he kissed your wrist. 

“Breathe, princess” He motioned for you to follow him as he inhaled deeply. Exhaled slowly. You followed him, one, two, three times. 

“Are you mad at me?”

“Yes” He said matter of factly. Taehyung didn’t play games, not when it came to you. He stood up again. You rested your head against his thigh. Still holding onto his hand. “Come here”

You did as told, letting your chest press up against his. He released your hand instead gripping your waist, his other hand tracing your jaw. He said nothing, staring at you with stars in his eyes–an intensity that made you want to melt.

Being close to him like this, his warm, sturdy self–you felt like he could snap you in half. He could kill you, tear your apart limb by limb.

Instead, his touch was so gentle it was like a rush. 

His lips neared yours. Never touching. Because he didn’t want to take his eyes off of you for a second.

You gasped, overwhelmed and he would grip you waist tighter. His hand traveling down your curves, thumb flicking over your chest.

He lifted you up all of sudden, your arms finding their way around his neck, staring at him with surprise. He sat down on his couch, keeping you on his lap, legs falling on either side of him. Your dress was hiked up, and you could feel Taehyung’s hardening cock between your thighs. 

You stayed quiet–unsure of what he wanted, where he was taking this. You didn’t want to overstep. The last time had been a tease–a heat of the moment power move. This–this was different. You were vulnerable. He owned you tonight. 

“Stay here” He said quietly, his hands on your low back, pushing you into him. You blinked, dazed. Your heart hammering–needy for more. He softly kissed your shoulder, his teeth grazing the strap of your dress. He looked at you. Your lips parted. You hoped you weren’t drooling. 

You were so furiously turned on it was driving you insane. He let his tongue hook around the fabric before dragging it down, just enough for your bra to reveal itself to him. 

He hissed. Staring at your chest for a moment before meeting your eyes again. He lowered his head, mouth covering the fabric over your breast. You bucked into his touch. Gasping, rolling your hips into him subconciously. 

He sucked it so obscenely. Letting his mouth fill with you. Your senses going into overdrive till you felt ready to pass out. Your soft, desperate squeals lost in the silent air. You were grinding against him, he stayed precisely still. You needed more, he was taking his sweet time. 

“Taehyung” You whimpered. Fingers tangled in his hair. His eyes were glued to yours, he was enjoying watching you lose yourself like this. Embarrass yourself like this. “Fuck, I’m gonna”

He bit down. Your hips began moving with a mind of their own. “F-fuck” You pulled his head into your chest and you began to roll your hips like a dog in heat. Cries echoed in the room. You were so close, so close that your mind was ready to give in until Taehyung’s hand came down sharp on your ass. 

“Taehyung” You dragged your face away from your chest, kissing him desperately. He squeezed your ass, pushing your hips to grind into him deeper. You melted into his lips. The feeling of them washing over you like a wave of pure euphoria. 

Kissing Taehyung was like a drug. Losing sense and logic and anything material to be transported into sheer nothingness. A place far away from the chaos of your reality. There was something so deranged about it. Knowing how obsessed he was. Knowing the very real possibility of him ending your life any second. You were never more out of control and just equally empowered. 

Because Taehyung had done a lot of things. But he hadn’t lied to you. 

You came with a shout, sobbing into his neck as he stroked your back. Trembling and twitching all over, a glow sweeping through your senses. Hugging him tightly, his scent, his warmth, his hold–you never wanted to leave.

“Princess” He muttered softly, his voice low. 

“Don’t” You pleaded. He would ask you to leave and you couldn’t bear being alone. Being alone would mean having to think. Having to register whose voice you had heard on the phone. Having to face the reality that the man you were mourning–the man you were in love wih for most of your life was still breathing. He watched as you got taken advantage of, broken to pieces, and let you keep thinking he was dead. “Don’t make me leave”

“I’m not Jungkook” Taehyung’s words were steady, but they pierced you. “I’m not your escape” He fixed your dress strap before looking at you once again, the familiar cold piercing gaze. “You don’t get to come here and do things like this. Not with me.”

“Taehyung,” You stroked his hair. You knew you were using him. Manipulating him. 

“You said you need me. What does that mean to you?” His hand found your throat. He didn’t grip it, put let his hand wrap around moreso to prove a point. 

“Taehyung please I can’t do this right now”

“I don’t operate on your timeline. You ruined my life, remember?”

His grip tightened ever so slightly, eyes growing wild, “You let me rot while you fucked both of my brothers. You let me rot while you forgot all about me. So tell me my pretty girl,” The term made you shudder, 

“My princess–what the fuck do you mean when you say you need me? Huh? You need me to fuck you?” Tighter. 

“You need me to kill for you?” Tighter.  “You need me to kill Seokjin for you? Because don’t you worry. I plan to”

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[slutdge]

i love being a pervert online with all of you

[the-sin-city]

I ardently request all yandere bts writers to stop hesitating and write that mind boggling bts fic you're itching to write. Cuz I'm so desperate after their comeback, please. 🥺😭😭😭

[shillanov]

u know what i fucking love. is that it's so clear that many of us have important full time jobs. yet you can see us here on tumblr throughout the work day posting about the most unhinged shit possible. like we're really out here going to a meeting then coming back to tumblr like "shane drippy big dick bouncing on that thang" before running back to another meeting like Hi Linda yes I talked to the team earlier and we're ready to send the documents over. How was your weekend

[sapph22]

Serial killer gojo part 2 please 🙏🏻

You’re a suicide prevention operator and Satoru Gojo is a serial killer who calls to confess about his murders. But why you?

TW : MDNI, 18+, dark romance, serial killer, morally grey characters, yandere, mentions of suicide and death (of side characters), smut

Part 2 Part 1 is —> here

So here’s the plan…. you and Satoru are supposed to meet at the warehouse to kill some loan shark. Your first real kill where you actually get your hands dirty instead of just passively letting people die through a phone line.

Except that’s not the actual plan.

The actual plan is to kill Satoru Gojo

you’ve spent the last three days thinking about this logically…. and the logic is pretty fucking clear…. Satoru is a walking, talking liability.

Your friendly serial killer who knows way too fucking much about your side hobby. He could destroy your entire life with a single anonymous tip to the police.

Plus, there’s something poetic about it. The hitman getting hit. He’d probably appreciate the irony.

You’ve never killed anyone with your own hands before…. but how hard can it be?

The gun weighs heavy in your waistband as you walk into the warehouse. There’s a knife in your jacket too because you’re not stupid…. always have a backup plan. This needs to be clean. You’ll make it look like the loan shark got him first, stage it right, and walk away.

Easy right?

Satoru’s already there, leaning against that same table. He grins when he sees you.

“You’re early,” he says. “Eager?”

“Where’s the target?” you ask, keeping your voice steady.

“Tied up in the back. Figured we’d talk strategy first.” He’s spinning that fucking knife again. “You nervous? First hands on kill is always weird.”

“I’m fine.” You’re not fine

“You look tense.”

Yeah, because you’re about to shoot him in the face.

You reach for the gun just like you rehearsed. Except the second your hand touches the grip, Satoru stops spinning the knife.

“Oh,” he says. “Oh, this is interesting.”

Fuck.

You pull the gun but your heart’s hammering now because he knew. Somehow he fucking knew.

His grin doesn’t fade. If anything, it gets wider.

“Hands up,” you say, aiming for his chest.

He doesn’t put his hands up. Just tilts his head like you’re the most entertaining thing he’s seen all week.

“You’re gonna shoot me?” He sounds delighted. “Babe, that’s so hot.”

“Shut the fuck up and put your hands up.”

“Or what, you’ll shoot me? He takes a step forward.

“Don’t move…..”

“In a warehouse where the sound will carry?” Another step “Where you’ll have to dispose of my body plus the loan shark? That’s sloppy as fuck.”

“I’ll figure it out,” you say.

“Mhmm” He’s close enough now that you can see his eyes… those unsettling blue eyes that haven’t shown even a flicker of fear. “ I knew you’d try this. I knew you’d want to eliminate the threat. It’s what I would do.”

Your finger tightens on the trigger. “Why are you walking toward me? I said don’t move”

“I wanted to see if you’d have the balls to kill someone” His grin is fucking feral now. “And look at you now. You’re really gonna do it.”

“I am.” Your heartbeat is so loud that you can practically hear it in your ears

“Then do it.” He spreads his arms. “Go ahead and shoot me.”

Do it, your brain screams. Just do it.But the excitement in his face makes you hesitate half a second too long.

And that’s when he moves.

Fuck, he’s fast. He knocks the gun from your hand and you’re already pulling the knife from your jacket but he catches your wrist, twists, and suddenly you’re slammed against the wall hard enough to knock the air from your lungs.

“Nice try,” he breathes against your ear.

You drive your knee up toward his groin. He blocks it and pins your leg with his. You try to headbutt him but dodges, laughing like he thinks you’re a joke.

“Fuck, you’re really trying to kill me,” he says, and he sounds genuinely happy about it.

“Let go….” You snap

You get one arm free and slash at him with the knife. It catches his shoulder, cuts through his shirt. Blood blooms across the fabric.

He doesn’t even flinch.

“There we go,” he smirks as he grabs your knife hand and slams it hard against the wall until your fingers go numb and you drop the weapon. “Now we’re even.”

You’re both breathing hard. He’s got you completely pinned now…. your wrists above your head, his body pressed against yours, and there’s blood from his shoulder dripping onto your shirt.

“Fuck,you’re perfect” His face is inches from yours. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve been waiting for you to show me this? The real you?”

“You’re fucked in the head.” Your fingers are still curled, even without the knife. “I was trying to kill you…”

“I know.” He’s breathing as hard as you are. “It’s the hottest thing anyone’s ever tried to do to me.”

And then he kisses you.

You think the second he loosens his grip you’ll bite him, knee him in the balls…anything except kiss him back.

You kiss him back

It’s messy and you can taste blood… his or yours, you’re not sure. Your wrists are still pinned but you’re arching into him, all that adrenaline and fear and rage redirecting into something else entirely.

When he pulls back, you’re both panting.

“So,” he says. “Still want to kill me?”

“Yes,” you admit.

“Good” He releases one wrist and brings your hand to his throat. Your fingers curl around it automatically, feeling his pulse jump. “Do it then. Choke me out right here.”

You could. You really could. He’s giving you the perfect opening.

But his pulse is racing… his eyes are dark with want… nd when you tighten your grip slightly, he makes this sound that goes straight between your legs.

“Fuck you,” your voice is low… and it makes him lean in closer.

“Is that a threat or a promise?” His hand slides under your shirt, nails dragging across your ribs

Okay. New plan. You’ll kill him after.

You pull him back down and kiss him again, harder this time. Your hand tightens on his throat and youfeel his breath hitch.

He walks you backward until you hit the table, lifts you onto it, and you wrap your legs around him even though there’s blood…. his blood, from the wound you gave him…. smearing across both of you.

“for the record, you’re terrible at sneak attacks.” he whispers against your neck.

“I got you bleeding, didn’t I?” You smirk through the moan you’re trying to suppress.

“Barely. That’s like a papercut.” He bites down on your collarbone

you gasp as his hand works your jeans open. “I still might kill you,”

“Promises, promises.”

You let him fuck you on the table like you didn’t just try to murder him five minutes ago. It’s frantic and desperate and when you come you bite down on his already bleeding shoulder hard enough to make him groan.

You’re you’re both on the floor catching your breath, surrounded by rust and concrete and the unconscious loan shark in the next room….clothes half off and covered in blood and sweat.

“So,” Satoru says eventually. He’s examining the cut on his shoulder. “This is gonna scar.”

“Good. Reminder not to trust me.”

He laughs and pulls you against him…. blood from his shoulder staining your skin…. and kisses your temple.

“So what now?” You ask

“Now we kill the loan shark like we planned. Together.” He stands and offers you his hand. Then we go home, I stitch up this knife wound you gave me, After that? We see where this goes.”

“Where this goes,” you repeat. “You mean the part where we’re both trying to kill each other?”

“Among other things.” He pulls you to your feet and doesn’t let go. “Look, here’s the deal. You don’t trust me. I don’t fully trust you. We both know too much about each other to walk away clean. So we’ve got two options…. actually kill each other, or figure out how to make this work.”

“And by ‘make this work’ you mean…?”

“Partners. You help me with jobs, I teach you technique. We watch each other’s backs and occasionally try to stab them.” His grin is absolutely feral.

It’s the worst idea you’ve ever heard. But it’s also the only option that doesn’t end with one of you dead.

“Fine,” you say. “But if you ever double cross me….”

“You’ll kill me. I know. Same goes for me.” he kisses you again, still grinning “This is gonna be fun”

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𝜗𝜚 Satoru Gojo has never, ever been out-scored on an exam. Well, except maybe for his effortlessly smart girlfriend, that is!

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Satoru Gojo is smart. Annoyingly so. He takes pleasure in effortlessly acing every exam, his streak of constant success going all the way back to- well, to birth, he supposes. Your boyfriend is leagues above everybody else, and he always has been- everybody.

Well, except for maybe you.

“I still- hck- I can’t believe I only got a 97 on that exam-“ he huffs, a slick line of drool tracing its way from his soft lips as he watches his cock disappear inside you over and over again.

“Are you pissed because you got a 97- which, by the way, comes out after extra- hah, fuck right there- credit to yet another star grade, orrrr…” you smile condescendingly, like your tits aren’t out in front of him and Satoru isn’t literally buried inside you, “are you pissed because I got a 100?”

His cheeks flush pinker than they already are, glasses fogging on his face while his neat nails dig into your hips. “Well, no- fuck, yes, maybe.”

He groans, dropping his forehead to the crook of your shoulder while his hips stutter in and out. “But I don’t even know how you d-did it! We studied the same amount, right? Same practice papers?”

You smile and thread a hand through his hair, lips pressed to his snowy head before you detonate the most devastating piece of information upon your poor, agonised boyfriend.

“We did, Toru, butttt… you must’ve missed a module.” His head snaps up to hover over yours almost comically fast, blue eyes wide and disbelieving. “And you didn’t think to- to tell me? A whole module?” He looks betrayed.

“There was a footnote at the bottom of the exam content brief-“ you offer unhelpfully, “I thought maybe you just already covered it alone, and so you didn’t need to go over it with me.”

He groans, annoyance warped with the whine seeping into his tone. “No, I missed it.”

“So, you just didn’t study?” You giggle breathlessly, deliberately fluttering your cunt down around him just to revel in the weakness in his tone as a few more drops of pre seep out.

“I did, but-“ he screws up his face in embarrassment, “-but you kept distracting me, so it’s not really my fault I missed the footnote-“

“Awh, you’d rather be fucking me than studying? That explains the struggle, then!” Tongue tracing his lower lip as you arch up to close the gap, you laugh into his mouth.

And that really pisses him off.

Like, really- because Satoru Gojo has never, ever been out-studied on a topic, and the fact he’s falling apart on your cunt only makes it worse for him.

“Fuck- no, no that’s not it, I just-“ he grits his teeth, whimpering. You push his glasses up his sweaty nose with a shaky finger, then rake your nails down his chest to watch him shudder.

“I just don’t know how- fuck, it’s you, you’re the reason I’m annoyed-“

“What did I do?” You ask, affronted, “if I’ve pissed you off you can pull out and get yourself off-“

“No!” Satoru says, alarmed, gripping at your waist to keep you steady. “No, please don’t make me do that, I’ve had such a bad d-day-“ he gasps, sanity clinging by a thread that’s slowly been unravelling since he saw the big ‘97’ circled on his paper.

“I just meant that you’re so good at ev-everything, and I want to be proud of you- and I am! I am, so much-“ he punctuates that lovely line with a shaky kiss to your forehead, “but I’m just…”

“What, sulking over a 97?”

“Yes.” He admits finally, whining high in his throat as you wrap your thighs around his waist. You suddenly feel bad for not clarifying the module to him, seeing the defeat swimming in his eyes behind foggy lenses. “Yes, I am.”

Abruptly, you decide to make it better for him- because while the 100 may have taken significant effort, getting Satoru to cum is a breeze.

“Toru…” you coo in his ear, “you’re still smart. My smart boy, yeah?”

Satoru trembles, stomach hollowing in on itself, and nods rapidly. Cerulean irises drift down past your tits to where you’re both joined together in an amass of shiny wetness, and he moans.

Your legs twitch around him, clit pulsing under the circles you’ve taken to tracing over yourself, and the orgasm seeps into your body like sunshine. Satoru feels it- it makes him shake, hips canting at the same rhythm, only laced with a tad more desperation as his brain melts into the bowl of his skull with the need to cum.

“I’m gonna cum-“ he keens.

“Fuck, me too, keep going-“

And he does- because while the 97 may be a blemish on his personal streak, your boyfriend takes delight in a perfect record of making you see stars.

The orgasm blooms in your lower stomach and throbs through you at the same time Satoru loses himself, spilling messily into you and collapsing beside you when he knows for certain your last peak is over.

A minute passes, and he’s just starting to get drowsy when-

“Satoru?”

“Hm?” He says groggily, tugging the duvet further up over yourselves and gently drawing circles on your skin under the covers.

“I’m... I'm sorry about the 97. I know you wanted the 100-“

“I don’t care.” He yawns, tightening his arms around you, “m’tired.”

You nod and drift off too, a smile playing on your lips because you know as much as he does- come morning, Satoru Gojo will absolutely care about the 97.

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a/n: literally salivating everywhere this is so self indulgent LMFAOOO

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