Julia

2003

[you-li-ya]

Masterlist

KIM NAMJOON

KIM SEOKJIN

MIN YOONGI

JUNG HOSEOK

Happily Ever After 

— yandere au | drabble → part of Till Death Do Us Part series

PARK JIMIN

KIM TAEHYUNG

JEON JUNGKOOK

BTS

Till Death Do Us Part  y!BTS x reader

— yandere au | series  → in progress

 You were fated to be his lover.

1. Happily Ever After 

2. The Lonely King (~March 2021) (WIP)

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The Lonely King

Pairing: y!Yoongi x reader

release date: ~March 2021

summary:The encounter with the dark haired stranger left you in fear, with the memories of a man, who’s life changed completely because of you.

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The market was full when you stood at your stand, selling your self-made goods. People shoved each other through the slim street, buying food, fabrics and other needed supplies. Some stopped for your offers as well, but this was rare occurrence.

Frustrated you blew a strand of hair out of your face, before you began to rearrange it. Turning away from the full alley, you fixed your gaze on the reflection of a polished pot

You turned and twisted while arranging your hair and hanbok, when you saw in the reflection that someone stopped behind you, right before your stand.

Smiling, you turned around; ready to greet the stranger and to offer something from your table, as you froze.

Right before you stood a young man. He wore dark pants, a light shirt and a white jacket. His skin was tanned from the burning sun and under his straw hat, you could see some black wisps of hair. When the man lifted his head, you could clearly see and recognize the familiar face.

Dark eyes scanned your form; a cruel grin twisted the tender lips. But your eyes couldn’t stop starring at the most noticeable mark in this otherwise handsome face. A scar, from above his eyebrow to his nose, covered the left side of his face. It was a clean cut, made precisely, but still burning red, as if it’s still fresh.

“Yoongi”, your lips formed the well-known name to the person before you.

Just when the last syllable passed your lips, his hands shot up to caress your cheek.

“Did you miss me my darling? It’s a long time since we saw each other, don’t you think so?”

Horror flashed in your eyes and spread through your whole body when he swapped his thumb over your bottom lip, before he shoved it in your mouth.

“Well, I missed you. Who would have thought that I would be forced to leave the city? You?” Chuckling darkly, he leaned towards you over the market stall and cocked his head to have a better look at your eyes.

“What? Are you crying? Don’t! I promise you, I won’t go anymore. Even if you don’t see me, I will always be there!” Out of the corner of your eye, you could make some soldiers out. You knew, Yoongi saw them as well, when he leaned more forward, until your lips met to a brief kiss, almost shy, before he vanished into the crowd. But his promise lingered still in your thoughts, like feeling of his lips. Yoongi was here. He was back.

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Happily Ever After

Pairing: BTS member x reader

Word count: 1431

Warnings: character death, murder, suicide

Summary: Writing has always been difficult for you. You loved to fantasize about stories, stories about dragons and fairies, magic and friendship and romance. For you, nothing could beat a good love story.

However, as much as you wished to write about all your dreams and wishes, you could never find the right words for it.

In which perspective should you write it?

How should you begin your story?

And how should it end? A happy ending? A tragedy?

You never really knew, but luckily, you had him. He helped you to organize your daydreams, gave you inspiration for an introduction and encouraged you to finish your stories. His love for your ideas, all the tales you tell, always animated you to keep going, to see his glowing eyes and growing smile, while reading your books.

He was your biggest motivation and no opinion was more important than his.

He couldn’t stand reading, never did. For him, it was the most boring activity one could do. He never understood how one could like it, calling it addicting. That was, until he read your stories. He saw the world with your eyes, felt fabrics with your hands. He learned to love reading books, reading your books. They were the biggest treasure in the world, right next to you. And in his opinion no one, except for him, was worthy enough to read your books. And nobody but him would recognize the value of you.

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Books. Everywhere were books. Stacked on the table, piled next to the bed. But they weren’t just any books. No, every single volume, every page, was written by you. He could open any of those, in his eyes, treasures and immerse into a new world, another universe, a paradise. Your fantasy, your whole mind was completely innocent, free of any filth. And your whole being was just as innocent as your mind. Once he saw you up close at a fan meeting. If he hadn’t known beforehand, he would have thought he was standing in front of an angel. You radiated such purity that he was afraid to stain you, when your fingertips touched while you took his copy of your newly written book. You gave him a smile, showing so much love in your eyes, he had to hold himself back to not whisk you away. Far away from all of the others preying eyes, who just waited to taint you, to let you wither like a beautiful flower in a field of weed. He could not allow that. No it was his mission, the purpose of his whole life, to protect you. He would be your knight in shining armor.

Covers. He loved the hardcovers the most. The printed picture of you on these had the best quality. It was easier for him to copy your face from them, print posters for his wall and small photos for his wallet, so  he could always look at you.

He remembered the first time he saw your face. It was on the back of the book, you flashed a big grin for the camera, showed how excited you were to publish your first novel. Your name was printed right under your picture, so perfect sounding and melodic that he couldn’t stop himself from saying it out loud.

But right under your image was his. In your very first book and in every other one as well.

Kim Namjoon. Your editor and the very first person in every of your acknowledgments.

He loathed to see this person soil your beautiful book covers and execrated him every time he read your thanks to Kim Namjoon. Him, being your biggest support, your help in dark times? Nonsense, he was your biggest fan, he read no other book than yours. Wrote you letters, was the first to inform you what a masterpiece you created. So why wasn’t he mentioned but this excuse of a man? He truly hated Kim Namjoon.

Pages. He always imagined you would smell like the pages of an old book. You mentioned once in an interview that you loved to collect antique novels. All of your book recommendations were on your personal blog. He read every single on of them and immediately purchased the next one if you updated your list, but he could never really find the reason why you liked those books. They were boring, completely ordinary and it made him feel sick, thinking how you would believe those are better authors than you. He just hoped you wouldn’t let yourself be influenced.

He loved you for your originality. If someone was to wear the same outfit as you or to have the same hairstyle, it would always be the other person who copied you, be it a normal person or a celebrity. Everything you did was better, and while he normally hated changes, he trusted you to make the right choices, be it on your body or in your books. The only thing he could never forgive was you talking down on yourself. He would never lean back and watch how someone, not even yourself, would dim your light. He would protect you, but how?

Words. Every word that passed you lips was like a spell that enchanted him. From your soft voice in the interview videos, the emotional whisper in your public readings to the happy laugh when you announced your engagement. The man next to you, Kim Namjoon, moved his arm around your waist when the desktop of his computer went black. He saw his reflection in the cracked monitor, the mouse he previously still held in his hand, laying behind the broken screen. Did he threw it? He didn’t notice it, still to enraged about your future plans to care for the damage in front of him.

You, engaged to him? Don’t make him laugh. You were destined to be with him and not with your editor. He had already planned everything, from your wedding theme to where you would live after your honeymoon. And you, you just destroyed everything. Yes, it was your fault that he destroyed his monitor, that he began to loose his mind. You should take responsibility for your actions.

He was out of his apartment and on the street, on his way to you when a different thought crossed his mind. What if it wasn’t your decision? What if it was this man, if he was responsible for all of this? Did he blackmail you, force you to marry him? It had to be like this, you would never deceive him without a reason.

He quickened his pace, you must be scared to death, completely alone with this monster. You were so helpless without his protection, it was almost cute.

Finished. Your book was finally finished. You told him, he inspired you to write it, the male protagonist was his role. He was thrilled hearing that. All those months he had kept you in his apartment were paying off. He was distraught when you refused to talk to him, completely ignored him. The only time you broke your silence was to yell at him or to cry. He hated seeing your tears, he never really knew what to say, none of his words helped you feel better. But one day he finally found the reason for all your sadness.

His clothes were soaked in blood when he came home later then usual. His feet carried him into your room, wanting to show you his gift for you. He saw tears well up when he showed you his surprise, but after this night you never cried again. He was more than happy that he finally eliminated the cause of all of your sorrow. To celebrate this, he hanged your present over the door to the kitchen, to always remind you, there was no reason to cry anymore. He never noticed how you refused to enter the kitchen since then or how your eyes were always down casted when you left your room, just to avoid the sight of Namjoon’s head over the door frame.

To be continued. Were the last words on your manuscript. His fingers caressed the letters, before he closed the book. A prince, you wrote him as a crown prince. But, why did he hurt you so much in the story? It wasn’t like you to write such cruel books. You normally would create your own world, so why did you pick the Joseon era? What triggered your change? His feet carried him into your room, wanting to confront you about your abnormal behavior.

You laid in your bed, blood dripping down your arm, your breath shallow. Your eyelids flattered open when his shadow fell upon you. You gave him a weak smile, to tired to show or even feel your hatred towards him. He didn’t understand, why were you hurt? Pieces of the mirror laid next to your bed, splattered with your blood, both of your wrists cut open.

He knelt in front of you and held your hands, which were getting colder and colder. You wouldn’t die, you wouldn’t leave him alone. Now that you no longer hate him, both of you could start a new life, explore the world and create your own love stories. Your last breaths came only slowly, you struggled with every gasp. Your eyes opened a last time and to find his.

“I… I am so tired about- About everything that’s happening… Why… Won’t you leave me alone… For the last few minutes… H… Hoseok?”, your eyes squeezed shut when you took an especially straining breath.

The corners of his mouth curved upwards. It was the first time you called him by his name, not just some cuss or insult. Now, you truly loved him.

He kissed your forehead, covered you with your blanket and turned the lights off, before exiting your room. The slumber you fell into afterwards was for eternity, but this was okay, because he was always there to care for you. He would never leave you alone.

And here is my first fanfiction and the start of my first series as well. M biggest thanks go to Google Translator and any other translating website, I feel like this fanfic sucked all of my English skills out of me. Thank you for reading and happy birthday to our Hope.

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Butterfly

Summary: Your stepson, Yoongi, fucks you in the kitchen while your husband eats breakfast. 

Pairing: Fem! Reader x Yandere Min Yoongi

Warnings: murder, pseudo-incest, smut (penetrative sex, oral sex - fem receiving, slight choking, creampie), yandere behaviour, y/n does not have the best husband 

Word Count: 3.7k 

A/N: absolutely no one asked for this but i wrote it to get out of writer’s block 🥺 thank you if you read it <3

The knife’s blade flickered like a fish’s tail under the water. It rushed out of the tap, warm and comforting, as it washed over your hands. But you couldn’t savour the feeling for long. Turning it off, you wiped down the knife with a cloth before chopping the spring onions on the cutting board in quick, sharp movements despite struggling to keep your eyes open. 

You sprinkled them upon the hill of steaming jasmine rice alongside the egg omelette and grilled salmon in your husband’s lunch box. The savory aroma of the food filled your nostrils and followed you around the kitchen, a place your husband never stepped a foot into. You carried his hot cup of coffee to the dining table where he sat, as he ate his breakfast and watched the morning news whilst you had nothing in your stomach yet.  

You lived a clockwork existence. You rose with the sun, made his breakfast and prepared his lunch before he left for work every morning. You ensured that his clothes were ironed, that his coffee was warm and his dinner was made. Your hands polished his shoes and prepared his baths until your fingers were wrinkly like prunes.

But his sandpaper lips never kissed your fingertips despite the way he once gazed upon you like you were the flower he wanted on his lapel. A place which you’d never bloom but only wither for he was careless and undeserving. His lips (once soft and delicate with every inch of your skin) gruffly demanded your hands to knead his flesh despite the ache in your muscles (and your heart) as he laid in a porcelain bathtub, filled to the brim, like a king.

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WIP - Happily Ever After

Pairing: y!BTS member x reader

release date: ~February 2021

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Writing has always been difficult for you. You loved to fantasize about stories, stories about dragons and fairies, magic and friendship and romance. For you, nothing could beat a good love story.

However, as much as you wished to write about all your dreams and wishes, you could never find the right words for it.

In which perspective should you write it?

How should you begin your story?

And how should it end? A happy ending? A tragedy?

You never really knew, but luckily, you had him. He helped you to organize your daydreams, gave you inspiration for an introduction and encouraged you to finish your stories. His love for your ideas, all the tales you tell, always animated you to keep going, to see his glowing eyes and growing smile, while reading your books.

He was your biggest motivation and no opinion was more important than his.

He couldn’t stand reading, never did. For him, it was the most boring activity one could do. He never understood how one could like it, calling it addicting. That was, until he read your stories. He saw the world with your eyes, felt fabrics with your hands. He learned to love reading books, reading your books. They were the biggest treasure in the world, right next to you. And in his opinion no one, except for him, was worthy enough to read your books. And nobody but him would recognize the value of you.