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Beyond— Prologue | KSJ

The greatest mystery is the unknown.

✫ Pairing: Astronaut!Seokjin x DNA Specialist!Reader

✫ Genre: angst!!!!, future fluff, future smut

✫ Rated: A for Anew 

✫ Warnings: gets kinda meta, mentions of major character death, major character deaths (yes plural) but… tune in for chapter 1 (don’t get too sad!), mentions of ptsd and anxiety, this is very sad please get tissues friends (I promise the whole series ain’t like this at all :’D)

✫ Word Count: 4.2k

✫ Series Summary: A man from beyond with claims he’s come from another world. Not another planet, another world. Earth. A man on a mission, with only one purpose. You. 

✫ Chapter Summary: It was a giant leap for mankind… A chance to see the impossible. They doubled, triple checked the numbers. The numbers didn’t account for the unexpected. A look into the beyond. It was him, he was the chosen. 

✫ Now Playing: Starboy by The Weeknd (ft Daft Punk) and Frequency by Kid Cudi

✫ Betas: Thank you so much to @xxxanimangxxx and @mashajlynn for reading over this!

✫ Author’s Note: This story is brought to you by your local space nerd! Get ready for the ride y'all! We got the angst a comin~ Fun fact— got this idea when I visited NASA last year :3 Happy Birthday to the best star boy, please enjoy your third decade celebration and I promise the rest of the parts will be out for this soon! 

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Masterlist coming soon (around 5 estimated chapters)

Everybody loved him. His face was plastered on everything space related you could imagine. Hats, tshirts, cups, dining sets, plushies, buildings, a space station for fucks sake, they even made underwear with his charming smile all over it. 

No one complained about it though, because it was his face. Kim Seokjin. A beloved astronaut of the solar system. 

One of the first things that caught everyone’s attention was the charming face underneath that helmet. Dark brown hair, kissable lips, eyes that just made you fall in love. He was a walking dreamboat. He was a part of a new class of astronauts and the handsome Kim Seokjin was already loved by the world even before he ever set foot outside the solar system. 

But nope, if a handsome face wasn’t enough, the minute he was approved to head into space, it was hard to believe he was one person. 

Scientific discovery after scientific discovery, improvements, theories, the whole shebang. In truth, from that alone you wanted to hate him. Mr. Perfect. It was annoying. Seokjin this, seokjin that, at some point you should get tired of it right? But nope, no matter how much you tried, as an astronaut yourself, you couldn’t help but admire him. 

Not even just that, but you guys were close. No… not like that, he was just a good friend of yours. Yep, a friend, a great friend. Dare you say one of your best friends? 

He probably never thought about you as such, constantly being surrounded by some of the greatest minds mankind has ever seen, you were sure that there were plenty of people he got along with better. You even saw it once. 

A gala for all astronauts happened one day, you had been there, and of course, he had to as well. Surprisingly, for a good part of the night Seokjin was right by your side, you smiled, laughed, and drank together. 

It was weird, before this night the two of you mostly hung outside of your work environment, he's been to your house, you’ve been to his… this was the first time you had made your friendship known to the public. Part of you worried about the press, the headlines **KIM SEOKJIN’S GIRLFRIEND??** But no, by the end of the night a group of other highly renowned astronauts, astronomers, and many other scientists were his company by the time you were leaving. No headlines.

As you were walking out you saw how happy they looked and you could only imagine the intellectual conversations they had that night. Honestly, you were just happy he spent time with you at all being the big shot that he was.

Part of you still always found yourself hoping for more. 

Well, at least you did before it happened. 

Seokjin remembered that day with painstaking detail, it was the worst day of his life after all. 

You had made a discovery that made you so excited, you had bounced on the balls of your feet when you came up to tell him about your findings.  

L/n Y/n… fuck even saying your name made his heart hurt. 

You were on the cusp of one of the greatest discoveries science has ever seen. As an astrobiologist, traveling to different planets and studying its life was your job. Society had so far not found much besides a few plant-like species on a couple of distant planets, but intelligent life still remained undiscovered. You were about to change that, at least that’s all you told him before you were making your request to head up into space and check it out. 

Seokjin hardly had time to say goodbye to you before you were in the rocket ready to prove if your theory was correct. 

It happened so fast, so fucking fast. Seokjin was there… he watched the launch happen right there in mission control. He could never forget your voice on the intercom, you were so excited. 

The entire solar system had seen the tragedy. Media coverage was expected with the claims you had made— details were mostly kept under heavy security. He was proud of you, you were about to truly change the world, he was already picturing the headlines as he was about to leave mission control. 

L/N Y/N  found proof that we are truly not alone. 

He had a big smile on his face, right up till it happened. Launch was routine, you made it to the atmosphere and were all clear to jump. At this point, the most concerning part was over and he was about to leave…

That’s when the sirens went off. They were ultimately useless. What the world expected to see was your ship jumping through the wormhole, sailing off on an expedition that was about to change humanity. Instead they saw you enter the portal but space seemingly bending and twisting before an explosion. It wasn’t big, loud, or anything spectacular as one would expect, but it was as if the entire portal itself disintegrated and collapsed in on itself. 

Seokjin remembers how quiet it was that day in mission control. He remembered the desperate attempts to reach you, hoping a miracle had happened and you made it to the other side. He remembered the panic, that heart sinking feeling knowing that the worst had happened. 

It happened so fast too… 

For a few days he just didn’t want to believe it, holding out hope just like mission control was. Maybe somehow you made it?

Well a few days after the accident a crew aboard a ship found a piece of your space craft. Hope died almost instanteously. 

For a few years after that, space travel to that scale halted completely, everyone confused and terrified after the accident. Space used to be like a second home to Seokjin, but after the accident it became just as scary as it was to most people. A vacuum that wouldn’t hesitate to let you know who ruled. 

It took awhile but after a thorough investigation they found out what happened. The details still were fuzzy, teams and teams of scientists tried their hand at uncovering the details, he did as well, but the mystery of the accident remained vastly in the dark. 

The wormhole that was opened was unstable, the dark energy that was used to keep it open long enough to make it to the other side had dropped to low levels and collapsed in on itself. What they didn’t know was why that happened, why that wasn’t detected beforehand, and why hadn’t the incident resulted in a black hole if that was truly what occured? 

None of it made sense. There was an internal investigation on everyone at mission control that day to see if there could have been malicious intent on clearing that Y/n was good to go through despite the unstable conditions, but it didn’t take long to see that that wasn’t the case. The records show that data matched ideal conditions. No one could really figure out what went wrong. 

It took a while for far away missions to resume and it took even longer for Seokjin to eventually join back in on the missions. Your death hit everyone hard, the entire solar system grieved your loss, but for reasons that became too obvious after you were gone made it harder for Seokjin to just ‘move on.’

Everytime he walked into headquarters he would remember seeing your face, whenever he’d walk to the astrophysicist department, he’d think about the way you’d cheer for him anytime he’d leave for launch. You were always there in Mission Control watching, you were always there for him. Going back was too hard without you there. 

The first time he went back to headquarters he had a mental breakdown when he didn’t see you in the lab. A bunch of new faces he didn’t recognize and none of them were you. 

But eventually, his work on earth was not enough and he needed to go back out for field research. They were small missions at first, a trip to the far out planets’ moons, then to the neighboring solar systems, his furthest for a while was at the far out base nearly on the other side of the galaxy. 

He didn’t like traveling too far, as much as headquarters proved whatever happened to you was a freak accident, each time he left home he feared he would suffer the same fate. Years passed, but you were always on his mind, sometimes he even swore to see you in mirrors and windows, he even swore he saw you walk into your old department, the door swung open and everything but as he rushed inside all he got was concerning glances from all the nameless scientists inside. 

He had long been diagnosed with PTSD, it only coming months after the accident and was another reason he had been grounded for so long– he couldn’t pass the readmission screening. Lots of therapy made him realize these apparitions were likely just his mind still processing the trauma, as much as he wanted to hope you were out there still.

It was mission control that sort of “insisted” him to get back on the job and he knew that they eventually forcefully passed his rescreening. He was better than before, but not near where an Astronaut of his nature should be at. He would sometimes see you in empty seats reflected off the windows of the spacecraft whenever he’d launch. He wasn’t fine but he pretended to be.

Despite his instability on October 16th, 4122 all over the news they blasted the most basic details of his upcoming mission. A team of seven, him included, would be tasked with studying a black hole up close for the first time ever, Sagittarius A, the supermassive one at the center of the galaxy. 

On launch day he was so nervous, too nervous really. The last time the news was this big, he never saw you again. It was a strange experience, he smiled and tried to be optimistic in front of the cameras and any interviews he had about the mission, but there was this sense of dread that wouldn’t leave him as he prepared. 

Seokjin had tried to back out of the mission multiple times— he tried to tell mission control he was not cut out for a mission like this, but they insisted he go. He was one of the heads in charge of conducting the study and he was also one of the most experienced astronauts on the team— he really had no choice but to go.

Before he could even realize he was on the ship, “The Beyond,” and they were staring into the wormhole that was to take them straight to the center of the galaxy. 

He had mission control in his ear telling him to calm down, they were monitoring his heart rate, but as they prepared to enter, his anxiety had gotten so bad and he started to shake so much that he had to get one of the junior astronauts on the mission to take over. 

“Uh— this is mission control— Seokjin we’re picking up on an elevated heart rate— please confirm you’re alright— over.” He heard over the intercom as he tried to do the breathing exercises he talked about with his therapist. 

“Copy, This is Seokjin, just nervous.” He faintly laughed and the rest of the crew joined in. 

“How many times have you been out here, what’s making you so nervous?” Jungkook, the junior astronaut who took over for him asked. 

Part of him wondered if he should lie or make light of the situation but as he stared at the wormhole he couldn’t joke about this. 

“I keep thinking about her.” It was a simple answer, cut throat, but he was honest, painfully so. His heart ached so much and facing the very thing that killed you was almost too much to bear. 

The only reason he hadn’t broken down was he had an image to upkeep and he couldn’t be one of the senior astronauts acting that way. He couldn’t drag the rest of his team down. 

The mood immediately turned sour at the mention of you. Most of the crew onboard had been there when the accident happened— they all knew how close you both were. 

No one said anything, there really wasn’t anything to say. Instead, Jimin, another astronaut on the team, floated over and lightly rubbed his arm. 

“Alright mission control, we should be prepared for launch on our end.” Jungkook said happily and everyone started to head back to their seats.

“Beyond, take off will begin in t-2 minutes, over.” 

That dread was horrible. It was so bad that even after they launched and were staring for the first time ever with human eyes, the black hole that we’ve been circling around for eons he still didn’t feel anymore at ease.

The whole thing had been broadcasted, mission control lightheartedly told them the emotional reactions from people all over the solar system and that those living on the moon base had taken pictures and videos of the whole launch process. 

Everyone was in good spirits but Seokjin as they began to step up all the equipment. They were at a good distance away from the black hole, far enough away they wouldn’t be at risk of getting pulled into its gravitational field, but they got as close as they could in order to conduct their research. 

That feeling, that sense of dread that he tried his best to ignore for the sake of the mission would not go away. It was only 4 days after their study started that he found out why. 

EMERGENCY

EMERGENCY

EMERGENCY

The sirens continued by blare, mission control had started to break up, and the crew was frantic. The impossible had happened. 

Only Seokjin had been awake at the time monitoring some numbers. That dread he’d been experiencing had made it hard to sleep so instead he occupied himself with the work he enjoyed, it kept him awake and his mind busy. 

It was so sudden that Star, the A.I. program on the ship, had alerted him of an anomaly. 

“Seokjin, there seems to have been a shift in the gravitational field.” She pointed out. At first he didn’t believe her, thinking at first maybe one of the instruments had malfunctioned or something had damaged the equipment, but as he looked out the window a horrible reality began setting in. 

Seokjin had stared at the black hole for a while, trying to see if he had gone crazy or not. He’d been staring at the black hole for 4 days straight and he knew it wasn’t that close the last time he checked. 

He’d gone ahead and got everyone up after that. 

“It’s not just me right.” He asked everyone as they all sleepily rubbed their eyes and looked out the window. 

“That’s strange— but we can easily set ourselves back in course. Hobi, Yoongi, try to see if you can move us back.” Namjoon— the official head of the mission ordered the pilots. 

They both nodded before getting into position. Mission control had picked up on the strange occurrence as well and had agreed with Namjoon’s plan. 

Everyone thought this would be a simple fix, even Seokjin had calmed down slightly thinking this was just one of those weird stories he’d have to tell later, but the minute he’d relaxed slightly was when everything went from strange to…

As they both switched to manual piloting and turned the ship around to try and pull themselves from the pull of the black hole, it seemed like it had different plans for them as the thrusters boosted the black hole’s hold on them only seemed to get stronger. 

It was quickly concluded by the team, mission control, and their instruments that they were getting pulled inside at a rate that was increasing by the second. In that short time that it took for them to come up with a plan and act on it, the rate had exceeded what their boosters were capable of. 

It didn’t make sense and while Namjoon, Hoseok, and Yoongi were trying to figure out a new plan everyone else’s attention turned toward the black hole out the window. 

“Hyung, what are you doing!” Namjoon exclaimed, trying to get his attention.

They sat there for a while trying to figure out a plan as the black hole got closer and closer. The plans they came up with just continued to fail, and the more fearful or frantic everyone became. 

The relatively lighthearted mood in the ship turned somber and desperate. 

“Hyung, we’ll be alright… right?” Jungkook questioned. He and Seokjin had been sitting together on the floor, right below where the window was. He’d been relatively quiet this whole time, everyone not wanting to disturb anyone in case they got an idea. 

“I’m sure we’ll be fine, someone will come up with something. I’ve been in a couple situations like this where the end seemed so close before someone got an idea at the last minute and we were saved.” Seokjin tried to reassure him. 

He wasn’t lying either. Before your accident Seokjin used to travel so many times, he used to go on so many missions that there had been a couple times he’d been in tricky situations. He probably would have never flown again if that happened now, he already was strongly considering quitting his job when he got back to the home planet. 

It was this thought that he focused on to keep him calm enough to assist the team. 

“Good because I haven’t been on many missions yet. There’s so much I want to accomplish, I can’t die yet.” Jungkook tried to laugh, but he saw the tears that had started streaming down his face. 

Seokjin hurriedly went over and pulled the younger one into an embrace. This, this hurt more than the impending doom they were facing, seeing their suffering hurt more. 

Jungkook was so young too, he was only 25, way younger than someone on a mission like this should be. He was top of his class and graduated ahead of the original class he was put into. He was doing missions pretty much as soon as he became an astronaut and quickly worked himself up to be invited to a mission like this. 

“My mom said a mission like this was too dangerous for me— I wanted to prove her wrong but—“ Every word was even more painful to hear. Seokjin tried to stop the pain, fear of a fate that seemed more and more likely but he couldn’t. 

Eventually Seokjin and Jungkook joined the rest of the crew to contact mission control again, but their growing proximity to the black hole was intercepting their connection and they were only vaguely able to hear the sounds of panicked voices on the other end before they would get too fuzzy to understand. 

No one had any ideas— no one could have prepared for a situation like this as everyone here knew what was happening was impossible. There was nothing anyone could figure out under these conditions.

As the team became more frantic Seokjin just turned to stare out the window once more. 

Something that had seemed so intriguing a few hours before had begun to show its true colors. The glowing accretion disk that circled the sphere that looked into entirety. So many strange thoughts came to him at once. 

He wondered what mission control might be seeing back at that moment. 

Had the predictions been true? Had they managed to get close enough that they had started to slow down to those that were watching? Likely not, they weren’t that close yet. 

What were the headlines going to say? Would the headquarters be the same after this? Would this be the final blow that shuts down the astronaut program? Were people going to grieve in the way he hoped? Would his family miss him? What was his legacy? Was everyone going to forget about him? Everyone is forgotten.

He only hoped the research they sent back to mission control would do some good. 

What would kill them first? The heat, the radiation, maybe they would survive long enough to get the experience of being spaghettified? Probably not though, they weren’t making it past the event horizon. The last thing they would all see might be the blinding light of the accretion disk before being burned. 

None of them could probably come out of this situation anyway. He wouldn’t be surprised if by this point they had all suffered a poisonous dose of radiation positioning. They probably wouldn’t survive long enough to feel the effects. 

They were not making this, were they?

It was on cue that the sirens on the ship began to go off. 

EMERGENCY

EMERGENCY

EMERGENCY

Mission control had tried to reach them but all they were getting at this point was static. 

The ship was starting to creak because of the speed and the force of gravity pulling them in. It was obvious very quickly that it was going to happen soon. 

Everyone was scared to move, scared one step would be the final blow. 

Seokjin didn’t know what to think. He wanted to cry, scream, beg for mercy but at this point he knew no one would hear him. There was nothing, absolutely nothing anyone could do at this point. Not even a miracle could save them.

He took a second to look around at all the crew. 

Kim Namjoon— a friend he’d met a few missions ago. A good leader that would be missed.

Min Yoongi— One of the best engineers he’s ever met. They’d been friends long before your accident. He was happy he was here.

Jung Hoseok— A pilot who could get you out of anything. The fact that he wasn’t able to get them out of this was truly telling. He was really a light on the ship. 

Park Jimin— A lead researcher on the team along with him. Another long time friend that had been there for him when he lost you all those years ago. He’d never met a guy as smart and caring before.

Kim Taehyung— A long time friend of Jimin that he had recruited for this mission and had only met recently. An interesting guy who always had such unique perspectives on their findings. Seokjin only wondered what they could have found if this mission hadn't failed.

Jeon Jungkook— A kid who really shouldn’t be on a mission like this. They had only met recently, but someone he felt he needed to look after. That kid was really going to go places if the universe wasn’t so cruel. 

These were the people he was to die with. While not everyone he had known for long, he hoped for a split second they might be able to see each other again. 

The ship started to get so hot so quickly. 

He wished he could have thought of something, something that would have saved everyone here from this horrible fate. 

It was so strange how they got here. It was as if a hand had plucked them out of the void and was pulling them to the center. Nothing made sense, a death even his worried brain had not forecasted. 

Seokjin looked at everyone again. It was almost too bright to see anything anymore, but for a second longer he saw them. He saw Jungkook, an expression that matched his age, a fear so genuine it hurt to look into his big eyes that sparkled more than the stars ever did. 

He hardly remembered what happened next, or rather, he wished he couldn’t remember anything that happened next. 

He heard a big cracking sound before everyone was being violently pulled out into space through a hole possibly. 

He didn’t know why he was able to see it, maybe he died in that moment as well, but he saw as all of his friends were pulled into space, their bodies practically vaporized instantaneously. He hoped they didn’t suffer.

Space was strange in the fact that there was no sound, there was absolutely nothing. No scary noises, no dramatic soundtrack as they all met their end, nothing as grandiose as some would expect for a moment like this. 

He couldn’t scream, he couldn’t cry for them, he was just subjected to the forces of nature as for some reason he was still aware and still being pulled further inside. 

He zoomed past the event horizon, he saw space and time bend around him, he was sure he could see himself everywhere he turned. The darkness got bigger and the blinding lights around him grew fainter and fainter. 

When would it end? When would he finally be put out of his misery?

He wished it was sooner, he felt it, his atoms all string into a single line as he was pulled even closer to the singularity. 

Things were dark after that for a while. 

The next thing he knew he was staring into the endless void, yet it wasn’t as endless as it should be. 

Edges, borders? What? 

Then a glow, a glow so similar to that of which one would turn on a computer— a very old computer at that.  

Faces, there were faces staring at him.

Yes, he’s definitely died long before this. Was this the beyond?

“Seokjin… we’ve been expecting you.” One of the faces said to him. 

“We have a mission for you.” 

nexus (m) part 4

pairing: ot7 x f-reader | smut: jimin x reader, jungkook 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

summary: the murder of your best friend prompts you to team up with a vengeful detective to navigate a web of lies, betrayals and love. trust no one. people are never who they seem, and the most horrid one of all might just be the one you love most

characters: detective!jungkook, ex/bartender!yoongi, bestfriend!seokjin, ceo!namjoon, fiancee!taehyung, model!hoseok, therapist!jimin

genre: 18+ smut slow burn angst romance thriller mystery eventual yandere casino!au organizedcrime/mafia!au arrangedmarriage!au revenge!au

wordcount: 8.8k

warnings: multiple & explicit smut scenes, proceed with caution. public sex, dirty dancing hehe, breast play, degradation kink, some hand stuff, fingering, dubious consent, somnophilia, rough sex, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, obsessive, possessive, manipulative behavior & themes, allusions to gambling addiction, implied stalking behavior, mentions of psychiatric facilities, implied sexual trauma, depiction of unethical therapy, physical violence (jk beats jimin up woo), slight slut shaming, gaslighting, alcohol use, partying, themes of social class resentment, but! also! love confessions! kissing! and! reunions! but lots of angst

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“Taehyung” The name left your lips in a shudder. Shut eyes quivering, entrapping you in your nightmare.

Miles away, Taehyung stared out the window. The rolling hills hinting at a familiarity. His head ached, he felt nauseous as the vibrations of Jungkook’s car hit his core. He didn’t want to see you—not that anyone would understand. He remembered you vividly—remembered his own infatuation with you. You were a shining idol in his eyes. Someone who he looked at in awe, like he did his eldest brother.

Years locked away can change one’s perception.

Years left alone can brew resentment.

You never came for him. He was certain you didn’t even try.

A grin tugged at his lips.

The name uttered from your lips had Jimin’s eyes shooting open. Woken up from a dream—the dream where you and him were forever, and he wasn’t pretending. A world where you loved him—Park Jimin.

Your body lay curled into itself. He couldn’t help but touch you—fingers drawn to the curve of your back. Trailing down softly.  You were a troubled sleeper. He could see it in the way you flinched at his actions.

Pulling you into his warmth, he kissed the nape of your neck with a loving tenderness, ghosting up to your ear where he whispered your name sweetly.

Your name. The first words Seokjin ever said to him. He was the most complex patient he’d ever faced. One that brought meaning to his monotonous existence.

Jimin had been bored. Bored with his brilliant mind that allowed him to become a young doctor. Bored with his high profile patients who were all simply rotten with their first-world problems. He was losing his mind. Day in and day out—stuck within the four walls of his office. One brat in, another out.

Kim Seokjin was a special case. He had asked him simply—what’s on your mind?

You. You were on Jin’s mind.

It was tough to say if you had a leash on him, or he you. As Jin would ramble on about how he couldn’t rationalize his feelings for you, Jimin would bite back his smile, scribbling the word obsessed onto his notebook.

The irony.

It started as curiosity. Jimin had a reputation for being successful with all his patients, but it often required a hands on approach. In the corner of the casino, Jimin would observe you like an animal in the wild—you in your element. Throwing yourself at Jin’s elitist friends, while swindling them out of millions.

He watched you. Learned you. Studied you until he swore he could write a thesis.

And here you were.

Engaged. To be married. To be one.

Sighing deeply, he let his hand trail between your legs. Fingers prodding at your folds, smiling lazily at the way you’d twitch and shudder. Simply unphased. Deep in your sleep.

He let your wetness coat the sensitive pads of his fingers. Nose pressed against your neck, he inhaled, reveling in your scent as his fingers pushed in and out of your cunt.

The intrusion into your tight walls was slick. Yet you accepted him so well he simply had to add another. He still couldn’t believe he got to have you—got to cum inside you. Something he knew for a fact Jin never had the pleasure of doing.

Jin was an enigma and you were his doll. His plaything where he could easily manipulate your surroundings and puppet you without you realizing it. A fascinating man. Attached to you like a baby to a binkie. As if knowing you since birth gave him some right over your life.

Jin had cameras set up in your house, which he revealed in a delusional confession about how he was upset his younger brother had taken your virginity. Of course, Jimin already knew this. He hacked into them to watch you as well.

Jimin chuckled to himself. You were so naïve. Clueless. Didn’t know how badly you needed Jimin to save you. Jin was far more dangerous than Jimin could ever be.

Jimin was simply there to fill the hole in your heart. Ease the tension between your legs where he let his flushed tip prod. Cock heated with need, heavy with desire. He cursed, sliding his shaft through your folds slowly. Your body responding through subtle twitches. Cunt seeping at his touch.

His cock sunk inside you with ease, feeling you clench down violently at the intrusion. Your body shifting, coming alive, regaining consciousness, because here he was to save you from yourself. You knew not what forces bound you. Kept you from freedom. Jimin was here now. He would take care of everything, lest you worry your pretty little head.

He’d keep you safe. Away from the Kim brothers, away from the judgements of society. He would purify you. Wash out your sins with his cum, fuck you until you only knew pleasure in his name.

“Taehyung” Your lips parted, forehead furrowing as you realized your reality. He shushed you—you wouldn’t want to make him angry with that name, would you? Maybe one day he would tell you to call him Jimin. Under the guise of roleplay, or perhaps, if you had no escape.

“Good morning, princess” He could feel you shudder. He was so deep in your trenches you couldn’t move. Couldn’t run from him—his hands slipping over your breasts. Pinching at your nipples. He cooed at the warmth spreading to your cheeks. The way your eyes fluttered, euphoric in feeling. Wedging himself even further inside of you with a sharp thrust.

You yelped, a soft, gorgeous sound which he elicited with every move. Tight, rough—as he hooked your leg over his arm. The other wrapping generously around your neck. Your back arched against him, his teeth shadowing over your ear. Splashing into your waters, he rammed into you like a fever. Balls slapping against your ass, smacks echoing through the serene room. Tangled with the early morning sunrise.

He could easily lose himself in your sensation. How Jin time and time again passed up the chance, he knew not. The man had self-restraint, if nothing else. Your pussy squeezed the life out of him, making him want to give you everything he had and more. For what purpose was anything else? This is all he ever wanted—all he ever needed. Fucking into you just like this. He’d make you fall so in love you’d never want to leave. Exist pliant with his cock stuffing you as he pleased. His own princess. His virtue and his demise.

“Taehyung” Your voice muffled by lack of air. His hand so tight around your throat, constricting more when you uttered that damned name. “C-can’t breathe” You slapped his hand, as though signaling him to release you. Jimin chuckled, as if you had any say in this.

You were a puppet even before he came into your life. A puppet before he knew of your existence. Why should you ever be anything else? You didn’t know any better. Nevertheless he let you breathe, let you gasp for air because he wanted you to remember that he allowed it. He listened and he cared. Shoving you onto your stomach, he battered himself back onto you, ass cushioning his pistoning hips. You were a means to his end. He wanted to die buried inside you like this, so close to his edge his vision was red hot. The unsatisfying and addictive heat sprawling over his bare chest.

Teeth digging into his own lip, the best and worst sensation combined. He didn’t want the pleasure to stop, the tight, unwavering grip of your cunt as his cock hit you straight in your core. Over and over again, fusing your bodies together. Holding down your shoulders, keeping you in place as he pounded into you with fury.

He swore he’d never been so high in his life—no ecstasy could quite compare. The bed creaking underneath. The only sounds of your bodies clashing, your lips gasping and him—groaning deep as his cock twitched inside you. Swelling before everything snapped at once. Dozed over, cum spilling hot inside of you. He collapsed onto your back, spent for all his worth. Keeping himself nested in you even while he kissed your cheeks.

You slipped away from him, limp cock falling out as you reached for a robe. He admired the brief glimpse of his cum, sticky between your thighs.

“You awoke a beast in me” Jimin chuckled shyly, resuming his act as the whipped Kim Taehyung. “Couldn’t even help myself”

Jungkook gripped the wheel of his car with a ferocity that had his knuckles turning white. The tension in the car thick. In the rearview mirror he could see him. Kim Taehyung. The root cause of all the shit he’d ever faced. The rat that sold out his father and got him killed.

He could never forget. Never forget the eyes that watched in horror as his father was shot by an animal. Jungkook so badly wanted to blame him. To let out his anger and get his revenge on this bastard—but he couldn’t.

For your sake.

You were the centerpiece now. Caught in a web of whose design—Jungkook was still trying to figure out. Internally he battled his opportunity to avenge his father, with his duty to you as a Detective. You fucking little brat who he loathed and yet had an inexiplicable desire to shield you from all harm.

His foot lowered on the gas. Who knows what you were doing with this Park Jimin creep. Miles whizzed past as he sped up. What if you were hurt—what if he—

The Kim mansion was in sight. Jungkook parked the car, turning to face Taehyung with skepticism in his eyes. The boy had barely uttered a word in the car.

“Jimin could be armed and dangerous” Jungkook swallowed thickly, “I’ll go in first just to make sure, and I will bring Y/n to you. You guys wait here”

Taehyung looked down at his hands. He was playing with something in his palms. Finally looking up, Jungkook was taken aback.

The look in his eyes was dark. Almost terrifying.

He said nothing. After getting an uncertain nod from Yoongi, Jungkook stepped out. Making his way to the side entrance, hand glazed over the gun sheathed by his side. With a light nudge, the door opened—he stepped inside, muddy shoes staining the crystal clean marbled floor.

Silently, he slipped through the halls of the maze-like home. He could hear something—following the echoes into the kitchen. You were there. Alone. Bent over the sink while the microwave hummed behind you.

You were choking out. Gagging as if you would throw up. Only a flimsy silk robe holding you together.

Jungkook’s gut twisted.

You didn’t.

He couldn’t afford to scare you in the state you were in. If you screamed, Jimin would know he was here. Quietly, he treaded towards you, nearing until he was close enough to lick the sweat beading on the hollow of your neck.

In a swift movement, his fingers covered your mouth. You jumped in shock, eyes wide. “It’s me” Jungkook assured you as you writhed in his hold. He repeated himself until it sunk in, whispering “It’s just me. Don’t scream”

Backing away from him, you wiped your mouth on your sleeve.

“What are you doing here?” You whispered angrily.

Jungkook’s eyes dropped to the cleavage of your robe, splitting open more than you likely meant it to. The round edges of your breast vulnerable to his sight. Flustered, you tightened it around your body, ignoring the dark flash in his eyes.

Jungkook’s eyes still steady on your chest before snapping back to reality. He looked at you, serious, “Are you alright?” He glanced towards the sink which was empty. “Sick?”

You shrugged, brushing off his concern. “Why the fuck are you here, Jungkook?”

 “Did you fuck him?” You made a face. Sighing, Jungkook explained. “He’s not Kim Taehyung. He’s an imposter”

“Oh I know”

Jungkook’s lips pursed. “You know?”

Chuckling lightly, your head turned as the microwave began to beep. Grabbing what seemed to be a muffin, you casually took a bite. Jungkook squinted as your teeth sunk into the pastry, crumbs dotting the edge of your lips.

“Sure. Taehyung had a mole, it wasn’t there. This guy has the tattoo—Taehyung wasn’t there when they got it. And he won’t answer any questions about where he’s been.” You spoke while chewing, “You know but the way I knew for sure was when he began fucking me while I was asleep”

Jungkook’s jaw tensed.

“What?” He searched your eyes. Is that why you were—he looked again towards the sink.

“Yeah” Your voice was curt. He seriously questioned if you were hurting more than you let on “Maybe you and I should try it sometime. Kinda hot”

Jungkook huffed, “That’s not—”

“What?” You grinned at him, batting your eyelashes. Moving in closer as your finger hooked into the collar of his shirt, tugging playfully “You don’t wanna? Me lying all helpless while you ram your big fucking cock in,”

“Y/n” Jungkook’s voice raised sternly as he pushed your hand away.

“That’s what all you guys want anyway, to bend me over like a little brainless cocksleeve” You tossed the half of your muffin into the trash with a tantrum-like attitude.

“Tell me where he is” Jungkook heard you, took note of the subtle bitterness in your tone and to talk to you about it later, but focused on the task at hand. “He might be Jin’s killer”

You nodded, gulping down your bite. “He’s upstairs, follow me”

You led Jungkook through the halls, up the grand winding staircase of the foyer. A large, glimmering chandelier hanging from the tall ceiling. So much excess wherever Jungkook looked.

This was normal for you—this was your status quo. Your silk robes and ignorance. You slept with a man who could have killed your best friend—knowingly. Jungkook tried his hardest yet he swore he couldn’t understand a thing about you.

And he’d never care to admit just how much of his headspace you consumed.

If Jimin had hurt you.

If he had taken advantage of you in someway.

Jungkook’s fists tightened.

Opening the double doors to what he could only assume to be your bedroom, Jimin sat on the bed, waiting expectantly.

“Park Jimin, you’re under arrest under suspicion for the murder of Kim Seokjin” Jungkook slid past you quickly before Jimin could try to escape. He didn’t move, allowing Jungkook to handcuff him without resistance. He simply stared at you, amusement in his eyes.

“Murder?” Jimin tilted his head, grinning “I didn’t murder him baby”

“Why would I believe a fucking word you say?” You spat at him. Jungkook watched as your eyes flashed with rage. “You lied to me. You pretended to be my Taehyung”

“You’re gonna regret this” His smile didn’t waver. “You’re gonna wish you played along like the good little doll you are. What, you think this is good for you? Oh baby, you just wait. Put me behind bars and you see what hell is going to come knocking at your door. Who’s going to look out for you hm? This fucker?” He nodded in Jungkook’s direction.

Jungkook ignored him, calling on his radio for backup. Pulling Jimin to stand, he dragged him out the door. Jimin dug his heels in, slowing him down.

He laughed, a dark sinister cackle. “I’m the only one who cares about you Y/n. You think Jeon Jungkook is going to help you—please,” Jungkook shot him a glare, “You don’t know what I know”

“That’s enough” Jungkook roughly pushed him forward. Suddenly he heard something shatter.

You had thrown a vase in Jimin’s direction.

“You crazy prick” Your teeth were gritting. As though this were your last straw, letting down the series of dominos do drive you over the edge. “I’m not a doll—I don’t need anyone, least of all a fucking psycho like you!”

“You love it baby” Jimin taunted, “You think Jin is any better? He allowed it, princess. This was all his doing. I was perfectly content watching the footage he’d send me of the cameras he set up in your room—”

You lunged towards him, but Jungkook stepped in your path. Hands gripping your waist, holding you back. Touch gentle, but firm.

“Y/n” Jungkook whispered, “Easy”

“Let me fucking at him. I’ll show him”

“I know” Jungkook stood, pushing back as you tried to resist him, “Let me take him in okay. He’s gonna get what he deserves. Go grab something to wear” Jungkook urged, “Meet me downstairs, yeah?”

You frowned slightly, before ultimately agreeing. Jungkook exhaled, turning back to a thoroughly entertained Jimin. He swung a punch straight into his gut, causing Jimin to buckle over. Immediately then grabbing his neck, choking him as he lifted him onto his toes.

“That’s for Y/n” Jungkook hissed, “Psycho” Jimin squirmed in his hold, but Jungkook simply tightened his fingers. Jimin’s smile grew.

“As if you wouldn’t have done the same, Detective. Like father like son”

Jungkook tossed him across the room. Crashing into the wall, Jimin let out a pained grunt. The officers had arrived. He left Jimin on the floor, knowing he’d have nowhere to run.

Downstairs you waited, a baggy shirt and sweats which likely belonged to one of the brothers. Jungkook was reminded suddenly of who was waiting in his car. Police officers rushed passed him, grabbing Jimin and escorting him out. Jungkook took you and followed, watching as they drove off with him, twisted smile steady throughout it all.

“You good?” Jungkook asked again, voice barely above a whisper. His fingers brushing against your palm as if to nudge you. The sirens screamed loud in the distance. From the corner of his eye, he could see you take a deep breath.

He hated that he noticed. The way you fought to stay afloat through it all. He much preferred his own cowardly ignorance, where you were not someone he’d destroy in his quest, but rather righteous, deserving collateral.

Reality kicked in. Taehyung was waiting to see you in the car. He wondered if maybe throwing that on you now in the state you were would be unwise.

Maybe he just didn’t want you to meet Taehyung. He wanted to talk to you. Ask about what you said before, make sure you were really alright.

Unfortunately for him, the choice was robbed.

“Namjoon?”

The look in your eyes made Namjoon’s heart crumble. You looked so hurt. So betrayed.

Namjoon looked between you at the man by your side—vaguely familiar. He glanced as his badge to see Detective Jeon roughly inscribed.

“Bold of you to show up here” The detective muttered; arms crossed over his chest.

“Hobi said you called so I came”

It was a poor excuse. Just like when his mother died, again he had ignored your needs. Disappearing wordlessly, abandoning you when you needed him most. Left you to face your grief, the pain from Jin’s death which was no doubt hitting you the hardest of all.

How could he ever explain himself? Justify himself or earn back your trust? He was never blind to your affection, but simply possessed by a battle more prominent at the time. A battle with his brother which in hindsight felt pointless. The demands of the company consumed his every waking moment.

You said nothing. Simply stared at him in shock. He longed to reach out, to hold you, and offer a shoulder to lean on. Doubt held him back.

“Are you okay? The cops outside told me what happened. About the imposter.”

Still nothing.

“I can’t believe I didn’t know, I hadn’t seen him since—”

“You killed Jin”

Your voice boomed. Echoed through the grand walls of the foyer. Seething with anger, your jaw clenched. Tears brimming at the edges of your red eyes.

The words stung. Stung because he couldn’t say you were wrong. Because you could be saying fact—and Namjoon didn’t know if he killed his brother or not.

“Y/n please”

He didn’t want to lie to you—perhaps it wasn’t lying until the trust was discovered.

“You killed him and I loved him”

Perhaps those words stung even more.

Namjoon reached for your hands. “I need you to know that I never wanted you to marry Taehyung. I never wanted to force you to do anything. You deserve to live your own life”

He fell to his knees, keeping your palms in his. Not knowing how else to beg for your forgiveness.

“I got so drunk the night he was killed. The night before your engagement because—fuck Y/n, I didn’t want to do this to you. I didn’t know how bad things were, I was so blind—I wish I could go back. Fight for you”

“Look me in the eye and tell me you didn’t kill him Namjoon”

Namjoon swallowed tickly, diverting his eyes.

“Tell me the fucking truth”

He kissed your hand softly. He didn’t want to hurt you any more than he already had. But perhaps it was that mentality alone that was his biggest betrayal. His family’s biggest betrayal to you—lying. Lying under the guise of your protection when all it did was dig you a deeper grave.

“I-I don’t know” He confessed, giving in. This was how it had to be. This was the only way he could even hope to repair his relationship with you. Glancing briefly at the detective, he continued “Maybe”

He stood up, “Can we go somewhere quiet and talk, please?”

“Actually um—” Jungkook interrupted, only for Namjoon to shoot him a glare.

“Don’t you have a fucking criminal to interrogate? We’re obviously pressing charges. Go to your job—I don’t pay so much fucking tax so you can harass me and my—”

He bit his tongue.

“Fine” You broke the pause. “Let’s go talk.” Turning to the detective, you gave him a reassuring nod.

“Well can you please come to the station after?”

“She’ll come when she’s ready” Namjoon snapped. The detective rolled his eyes.

Namjoon took your hand in his again, leading you upstairs. Into your room. Noticing the messy sheets. The remnants of your clothes thrown around the room. His jaw hardened.

“You slept with him” Namjoon rationalized. “The imposter”

“Yeah, and?” Huffing, you leaned against the window. “I already feel shitty enough about it so don’t you run your mouth at me”

“No I—” He moved closer to you, searching your face. Your eyes mixed with vulnerability and resilience. You were tough, he knew that. He saw that so clearly even through the years he dismissed you. “Come here”

He pulled you into his chest, hand cradling the back of your head. He hugged you—he couldn’t remember the last time he had. Probably over a decade ago. He didn’t deserve to hold you, he knew it deep down. But whatever little he could offer you now, he would do it. He would do anything for you.

“I’m so sorry” He mumbled into the top of your head. “I won’t abandon you again, I promise”

He could feel your shoulders relax, your arms wrapping around his torso.

“This is your fault” You sobbed, “Everything is your fault Joonie”

“I know” He kissed your forehead, gazing into your teary eyes. His palm cupping your face, thumb wiping away your tears. His heart twisting in his chest.

Seconds passed so incredibly slow, yet too fast for him to think.

“I love you” His eyes widened as the words left his mouth. You blinked at him in confusion.

“W-what?”

“I know you hate me, and you have every right to. But I—I love you Y/n. I always have. Jin looming over my shoulder all my life just made me not realize it”

“Are you fucking kidding me Joonie? I always wanted you” You stared at him in disbelief. “You—you used me. I still have trouble opening my heart to anyone because of what you did to me—and now you’re saying you love me??”

“I know. Okay. I know what I did and I regret it every single day. I just hated Jin so much. More than I loved you, and now that Jin’s gone I can finally let myself feel it”

“You’re the fucking reason that I was engaged to Taehyung! I had a choice—I chose you”

Namjoon blinked. “Huh?”

“Yeah and you asked me if I loved Jin and I said I didn’t, so you told your mother to set me up with Taehyung”

“That’s not what happened”

“The fuck you mean it’s not what happened Joon? I clearly remember—”

“Y/n” Namjoon held your shoulders tightly, “I didn’t even know they asked you. Jin just told me one day. I swear”

You receded in silence.

“I’m pretty sure Jin was the one who decided too. Did you know, mom never left the company for him? He tricked me. Made me promise to see your engagement through and give him Nexus shares in exchange for the casinos”

You gulped, quiet for a moment to process before speaking: “He was also apparently seeing someone. A serious relationship”

“Yeah” Namjoon gulped. He had a pretty decent idea who it was, but didn’t want to tell you anything he didn’t know for sure. He’d put you through enough today. “I heard”

You gulped. Staring into his eyes. Until your eyes dropped to his lips. Namjoon’s heart skipped a beat. Rhythm rushing the blood in his veins.

“Namjoon—” You looked away, but Namjoon held your chin steady with his finger. Tilting your face up to his.

“I love you” He repeated. “I’m here now, nothing will happen to you. No one can hurt you anymore. Not even him”

He leaned in just a tad. Pausing to ensure you wanted this. He wouldn’t push you. Wouldn’t manipulate you ever again.

“Don’t”

A man’s voice came from the door.

“Please—don’t”

Jungkook rushed back to the car. Taehyung and Yoongi were clearly in the middle of some sort of intense discussion.

“Where is she?” Yoongi asked, looking around. He squinted at Namjoon’s car. “Wait—is that—”

“Yeah” Jungkook exhaled, turning on the engine, “Namjoon is back” He looked to Taehyung, “You can go in if you want, but we already arrested Jimin”

Taehyung remained still. Silent. Only the sound of his shaky breath until finally his eyes rose to meet Jungkook’s.

“Yeah” Jungkook glanced at Yoongi who shrugged. “I’ll go in”

“Do you want me to come with you Taehyung?” Yoongi reached out to him. Taehyung shook his head.

“Thanks Yoongi hyung. I should be fine. They’re family”

“Tell Y/n to call me when she can okay” Yoongi called out as Taehyung exited the car. Jungkook peered at him, an uneasy feeling in his gut. Alas he had more pressing issues at the moment. He rushed back to the station.

Jimin was locked in a cell when he arrived. Grinning wide. Infuriating Jungkook.

“You father would be so disappointed in you, interfering with the fall of the Kim’s” Jimin taunted from behind bars.

“You don’t know my father” He hissed under his breath.

“I was Kim Seokjin’s therapist—I know quite a bit about your father” Jimin walked up to the bars, pressing his face in between them. “And that he deserved to die”

“Enough” Jungkook snapped, his voice dropping low. “I have a few questions, and then I’m leaving you here to rot, got it?”

Jimin clicked his tongue in amusement. “Go ahead then. Ask me what you really want to know” He grinned wide, “Like how tight Y/n’s little cunt was”

Jungkook’s fist slammed against the pole. “Haven’t I beat you enough for today? Or are you a freak who likes it?”

“You like it too I bet. Beating people. Your dad sure did”

“Say one more thing about my dad” Jungkook hissed. Jimin pursed his lips in amusement.

“Am I in here because of impersonation? Because I didn’t commit any fraud, technically. Lying isn’t a crime”

“You’re a person of interest in the murder of Kim Seokjin”

Jimin giggled, “God, you’re all fucking idiots. I didn’t kill Seokjin. I was his doctor. And you can’t ask me about him because that information is protected by law”

“I can, since he’s fucking dead, and whatever he confessed in therapy might help us find out what happened”

“How long are you going to pretend, Jeon Jungkook?” Jimin asked, “How long are you going to act like this wasn’t all you?”

“Please—don’t”

Both you and Namjoon turned towards the voice. Namjoon’s lips parted in shock, while you stood—frozen in time.

Curly black hair. Eyes that glimmered so uniquely they made you want to stare at them for hours. Soft, thin lips. Pretty lashes. The resemblance was uncanny.

Pain seared through your chest.

“Taehyung?” Namjoon’s voice shattered your flashback. “Is that really you?”

He nodded, turning to his brother. Namjoon hesitated, before awkwardly opening his arms to embrace him. Taehyung melted into him—a boy reunited with his brother. It was a heartwarming sight.

“My god, Tae” Namjoon muttered, “Where the hell have you been?”

He turned back towards you. You were still too stunned to speak. His eyes scanned you up and down—in a way that made you feel like he could see through you. Straight to your bones.

“Hi” His eyes softened, but his face remained still. “Remember me?”

He must have spoken, but you couldn’t hear anything but your heart hammering in your ears. Panic flooding your veins. Your head feeling light—dizzy. Everything shifted, everything blurred.

"Are you scared of me, princess?"

There it was. The nickname. You stiffened as he leaned forward, fingers trailing up your jaw until he held your cheek in his palm. Held you gaze in his own, eyes drifting with mystery. His voice was so incredibly soft. Sweet even. Contrasting the ever so slightly amused glint in his eye.

You exhaled, heart throbbing through your ribs, almost to the point of suffocation.

"Hyung," Taehyung shifted to look at Namjoon who was watching the scene unfold intently, lips pursed in worry. Truth be told, he had been shocked at the intimate moment he almost walked in on. He never recalled Namjoon having any affection for you—or anyone for that matter. “Can we have a minute?”

"Yeah, of course. I’ll be in my room" Namjoon stood up slowly, looking to you for some sort of affirmation that it was okay to leave. You sent him a slight nod, to which his shoulders relaxed.

Ten years. Shocking nightmares every single night. Screaming to you, if maybe you might look back. If you might spare him a second glance and save him.

Taehyung was no idiot. He wasn’t oblivious to soft glances of attraction between you and Jin, speaking through nothing but the shy glimmer in your eyes.

Year after year passed, and he wondered if you’d care enough to find him. Wondered if you’d dare to question the actions of his brother—you didn’t.

And his resentment grew like a tumor in his soul.

You stood, a ghost from the past—a figment of this twisted reality. And Taehyung could finally drink you in. Your eyes were filled with a dead numbness. There used to be a light in there.

You were his princess. He was the first to say it, the first to think it, and as far as he was concerned the only one who truly had the right to call you it.

But where were you during his darkest days?

Your features softened, a mix of recognition and affection filling your gaze.

Taehyung didn’t know when he moved. Who moved first. The whole moment was a timeless blur. Wrapping his arms around you, the storm seemed to fade. All the years of separation melting away, resentment and distrust fading to dust, leaving only the warmth of your embrace.

He didn't want to hold you too tightly and yet, he couldn't bring himself to let go. Truth be told, Taehyung had never been more afraid in his entire life. Afraid of you. Afraid of his feelings for you.

Afraid of the ability you had to drive him completely and utterly insane.

“Are you real?” You looked into his eyes. “Fuck, Taehyung, I missed you so much”

Stepping away, he regarded you. Looking you up and down before his jaw hardened. The dark spells of his mind knocking on the forefront.

“You missed me?” He scoffed, tongue rolling in his cheek as he cocked his head. “You could have tried to find me, Y/n”

“Taehyung I—” His heart leapt when his name left your lips. “I don’t—I don’t even know why they sent you away”

“Did you try and find out?”

You gave him a guilty look. Reaching out for him but he flinched at your touch. “I thought about you all the time”

“Answer me” He snapped. You gulped.

“Well, Jin—”

“Don’t say his name to me” Taehyung hissed, “He did this to me, do you even know that Y/n?”

“I can’t” You shook your head rapidly, tears spilling from your eyes. Taehyung felt queasy at the sight, “I can’t deal with this. Why can’t you be happy to see me?”

“I spent ten years. Ten fucking years locked in psychiatric facilities, Y/n” He gripped your shoulders, “You were here, playing princess in my house—don’t tell me how I should fucking feel”

“I didn’t know” You pleaded, reaching for his face, “Taehyung I swear to you, I didn’t know”

“My mom is dead” He exhaled, a hint of amusement in his voice, “I didn’t even know about it—no one even fucking told me. And hyung too”

“Taehyung” You ran your fingers through his hair. He couldn’t help but croon into your touch. Muscles relaxing under the sweet sensation. “I’m so sorry”

He let his eyes flutter shut, you rested your head on his chest. He was taller than you. His hands holding your waist steady. Forehead resting against yours as tears began to drip down his face.

“I want to know everything” You spoke in hushed tones. Your voice soft, like music to his ears. He could feel your breath on his lips. “I want to make up for the time we lost, okay, I promise you”

He nodded lightly, sniffling.

“You’re so handsome, Tae” There was pride in your voice that brought a shy smile to his face. “Look at you, all grown up” He chuckled, wiping his tears away. He looked at you again, sighing deeply before resting his head back on your shoulder.

You pressed your lips to Taehyung’s cheek before stepping away from him. He gasped for air, the walls closing around him suddenly at the loss of your touch.

“Listen, I need to go to the station to give my report. I’ll be back soon, okay?” He watched, again you were leaving him. Without looking back.

He almost believed you.

Almost.

It was a lie.

A pathetic lie, but you couldn’t take it anymore. Seeing Taehyung—the real Taehyung, made it all too real.

Can we not meet at the station?

You sent the message—not knowing if Jungkook would respond.

Could use a drink. Meet me here—he sent an address. Tucked away in the inner city where no one would recognize you. None of Jin’s lackeys, or your mother’s goons. It was hardly your kind of crowd. You were surprised—pleasantly even. Jeon Jungkook didn’t come across as someone who liked to party.

“Hey” He showed. No longer in his stupid leather jacket, he looked different, simply in a white t-shirt. Chain on his neck. Hair haphazard, rather than the slick back he wore to work. “You good?”

Jungkook orders two shots at the bar, sliding one to you as you settle into the barstool next to him. Remembering the last time the two of you were like this. The first day you met.

You clink your glass against his before downing the bitter liquid. You watch Jungkook’s face scrunch with distaste, followed by a smile.

You avoid his question, asking him instead: “Did you talk to Jimin?”

Jungkook nodded, “First, I want to talk to you about this morning” He placed his elbows on the bartop, leaning forward slightly. His voice lowered, “We were in a rush, but I want to hear what you were trying to say”

You scoffed.

“Did he hurt you, Y/n?” You glared at him. “You said he fucked you in your sleep…”

You exhaled slowly, “Honestly I wouldn’t mind what he did, if we had discussed it first. But in my gut I just knew, Taehyung—would never violate me like that” Your fingers curled into your palm, “He was so rough. So insane. I just” You shook your head, disgusted by the bought of pity in Jungkook’s eyes. “I’ve grown up with men like that”

He nodded, absorbing every word.

“Wanna dance?”

You looked at him skeptically.

“Detective Jeon Jungkook dances?”

He gave you a sly wink before grabbing your wrist. With a tight pull, he leads you into the crowd. Locking his eyes with yours, everything else fading to dark as his magnetic pull drew you in.

You tried to focus on the music. The familiar feeling of a loud bass, a crowd of people and booze. Even still, intrusive thoughts knocked at your mind—Namjoon was home, Taehyung was home.

Taehyung resented you. Taehyung blamed you.

“Look at me” Jungkook leaned into you, hands ghosting over your hips as they began to sway to the pulsating beat. “Don’t think about them. Only look at me”

His eyes flickered with a softness. A pain which he also was trying so desperately to escape. You reckoned that Jungkook might have been a kind, fun loving person if not for the trauma the Kim’s put him through by killing his father. Instead he was trapped in the same web as you.

Your hands slid around his neck, loosely as your fingers weaved through his hair. He guided you, shielded you from onlookers. His eyes on you and nothing else. Transfixed to you like a curse.

It was ironic. Dangerous even. Everything about Jungkook made you distrust him. And you had no doubt he didn’t trust you either. Within the walls the two of you built, you had somehow grown closer. You couldn’t even pinpoint when. Somewhere along the way you began to see him clearly, or let him see you.

His touch is tender as he pulls your ass in, pressing your chest up against him so he can grind into you. His bulge gratifying, easing the tension throbbing between your legs. Stroking your ego, making you feel desired without the ugly aftertaste that often came with it. His large hands feel so good on you, you never want him to let go.

Your eyes flutter shut, surrendering completely to him. He turns you around so he can trace your neck with his nose. His fingers light fires across your sides, and you want to feel more but he doesn’t push it.

He stops suddenly, gazing at you with the colors of the flashing lights reflecting through his wide doe eyes. A glow on his face that you weren’t sure was real, or if it was simply the tone of his stare.

He looked as though he wanted to say something. And you desperately wanted to hear him. His mouth opened slightly, eyes darting from your eyes to your lips.

The space between you vanishing.

Inch by inch.

Until you swore you could taste him.

Your phone vibrated suddenly. Jungkook flinched, stepping back. With a guilty look, you excused yourself, slipping into a quiet corner of the club.

“Mazel tov” The snarky voice echoed through, “The prodigal son returns”

“Where the fuck have you been?” You snapped. “How could you let this happen? How did you not know?”

“Relax darling, I’ve been caught up entertaining your lover boy. Glad to finally have him out of my hair, truly. He’s bad for my cortisol”

“Well did you get a confession?”

“He doesn’t remember. Which is good for us. I can easily plant evidence for your Detective”

“Good. Do it soon. Jungkook wants the murderer to be Namjoon so it’s likely he will believe anything he gets. Not sure what to do about this Park Jimin fellow”

“Well darling, like I said last time. You say the word, and I’ll clean up your mess”

Rolling your eyes, you hung up the phone. Turning back around, Jungkook stood where you left him, bewildered.

Taking a deep breath, you pushed past the sea of dancers. You didn’t know why—you didn’t care. In that moment, you wanted nothing more than that Jungkook’s hands all over you. His lips on yours. You wanted his snarky little comments, his profound advice. To learn his every scar. Every crevice. And show him yours. You wanted to run away with him and never look back.

“Kiss me Jeon Jungkook” You hooked his shirt, dragging his face down to yours. Catching his lips in a desperate kiss.

The heat was overwhelming. Shamelessly, you kissed him in the middle of the crowd. Music numbing out into the sounds of two pounding hearts. His hands finding the small of your back.

You’d kissed him before but this was different. Even in the fire of the moment, you could feel how much he wanted you. How much he craved your lips, just like you craved his. He was water, and you were dying of thirst. He was air, and you were drowning.

He cupped your face, deepening the kiss as he pulled you impossibly closer. Finding breaths through your parted lips, you dared not pull away.

“Car” He breathed into your mouth. Voice raspy, feverish.

Grabbing his wrist, you led him out of the club. The fresh outdoor air hitting you with a sharp coldness. Loss of the bodies around you.

Jungkook slammed you against the hood of his car, pinning you down before sucking into your neck. You moaned loudly, his thigh slotting between your legs giving you barely any friction. You bucked your hips desperately as his lips moved down.

You were still wearing Namjoon’s clothes. Jungkook hissed, grabbing the hem of the hoodie and yanking it off of you. There was nothing underneath. Your nipples hardening in the cold as Jungkook smirked, rolling his thumb over one. Watching you writhe and twitch under him.

“You’re so fucking hot” He hissed, latching his teeth onto your tit and sucking lightly. Tongue darting out, flicking the sensitive flesh as your back arched. Looking down at him, as much as you wanted to look away. The pleasure unbearable.

He moved onto the other breast, taking his time as if the two of you weren’t in public. As if someone couldn’t just walk up and see how Jungkook shamelessly sucked your tits. Pulling away, you could see a string of drool land on your chest as he smacked his lips.

“Tell me what you want” He ordered, fingers gripping around your neck. Not tight enough to impact your breathing, but enough to make sure you knew who was in charge.

You were speechless. Irritated, Jungkook slid his thumb into your mouth and watched you suck it obscenely.

“What do you want, Y/n?” He asked again, replacing his thumb with his tongue, tangling it with yours into another kiss.

“You” You gasped, loving the weight of his strong body on yours. “I want you, Jungkook”

You could feel his lips curve into a grin. “For the record” He whispered, teeth grazing your lips, tugging at them. “I still hate you”

You nodded. Awestruck as he pulled his cock out, not letting you look anywhere but his eyes.

“I hate how entitled you are” He tugged your sweats down to press his heavy tip against your clit, “I hate how you’re so bratty”

He pressed his cock in, sliding into your folds just a bit. “Full of fucking attitude, think you’re fucking invincible.”

You gulped, recalling Taehyung’s similar words.

“I hate all these men in your life. You’re complicated. You’re messy. You’re manipulative, and I can see it” With every word he pressed in a little more until he bottomed out. Hissing sharply, he met your eyes again. “Playing victim, but you’re just as bad as the rest of them”

“So why the fuck” His lips were tight against yours, hardly kissing but more just breathing into one another, “Do I want you so much?” He thrust into you slowly, rolling his hips. You kissed his neck, moving your hands through his hair and onto his back as he found a steady rhythm.

Your legs caressed his back, moving up and down against him with every thrust. It was filthy. Your naked body against the cool metal of his car. Desperately throwing yourself at this man.

And yet, you held onto him as tight as you could, crying out as he pistoned in and out of you.

His hands moving under your thighs, nails gripping into them painfully as he lifted you up. You forgot how strong he was—effortlessly he carried you, your legs wrapping tighter around his waist as he bounced you up and down on his cock. Face burying into your neck, lapping up the skin with open-mouthed kisses.

“You think you’re a princess do you?” Jungkook grabbed your neck, setting you back to lie on the car.  Stilling for a moment he watched your fucked out eyes. “I’m thinking you’re more like a little desperate slut”

“I am” You exhaled, nodding dumbly, “I’m a slut for you. Wanna do whatever you want Jungkook please f-fuck”

He rammed back into you. Cock hitting you deep. You walls clenching around him, leaking to which Jungkook growled under his breath. His fingers finding your clit, working it expertly, causing your eyes to roll back as pleasure seized you.

Twitching all over, shocks of lust pouring through your veins. Jungkook coerced your orgasm as his cock sheathed into you. Your folds fluttering around his length, tightening it’s visceral grip.

“They can’t make you cum like I do baby” Jungkook pulled out, stroking himself against your thigh. “Get on your fucking knees”

You obeyed. Sliding down the car until your bare knees were on the parking lot. Jungkook’s cock stood proud in your face. You watched, eyes blasted and needy, before placing your own hands in place of his.

He watched as you stroked him. As your lips pressed against his tip before you let him sink down your throat. Hollowing your cheeks, you gave him everything you possibly could. Bobbing your head up and down, the noises bringing shame to your cheeks.

“Show me your pretty tits baby” Jungkook grabbed a fistful of your hair, “Want to cum on your tits”

You gasped, releasing him with a pop of your lips. Immediately pressing your tits together so Jungkook could slide his heavy cock between them. It felt good. Him rubbing up against you like this. Your heart against his pulsing need. You pulled him closer, wanting to feel him more. He licked his lips, watching you intently.

You stared up at him. Eyes gleaming. Jungkook spurted all over you, cum landing on your chest. Your heart sunk, knowing the moment would end. Reality was waiting for you at home. Your escape had ended.

Jungkook’s eyes softened, as he helped you up. You kissed him again, urging him for more. Urging him to fill you up again. To fuck you senseless all night long. Moaning into his mouth, you rolled your body against him.

“Fuck baby” Jungkook gripped your waist, stilling your movements, “You need me that bad huh?” You nodded, biting your lip as he teased you, “Yeah? You want more huh?”

You turned around, bending over so your ass was on display. Jungkook cursed under his breath as you spread your legs. An open invitation. Every man’s dream.

Licking his fingers, he ran them through your folds, spreading them out and pushing through the wetness. You gushed over him. Whimpering. He kept rubbing you, his movements strong but not rushed. Lips grazing your bare back.

His other hand slid between you and the car, gripping your breast hard. He pumped his fingers inside you, chest pressed against your back. You could feel his breath against your nape, riling you up even more. Heat pooling all over you.

He chuckled. The vibrations of which hit you right in the core. You were so turned on you couldn’t help it. You leaked all over, squirting into you palm. Jungkook laughed more as you came. Your fingers digging into your palms as you screamed.

“Already? You’re so fucking desperate”

“I don’t wanna go home” You confessed. Jungkook paused.

He turned you around, palm resting against your cheek.

“I know” He stiffened, “I’m sorry, for what you’re going through”

Jungkook pulled you up, grabbing your clothes from the ground. He led you to the backseat of the car where he let you tear his clothes off of him.

Settling onto his strong lap, he let you grind your wet pussy against him. Naked bodies fused together. You clawed at the back of his head, moaning at the top of your lungs as you sunk down on Jungkook’s cock again.

He watched you, amazed. Your eyes shut, bouncing up and down on him. Rutting desperately.

You’re not sure when you stopped. The two of you like hormonal teenagers, touching kissing and fucking until your limbs were sore. Jungkook, surprisingly, ever the giver, made you cum more times than you ever had in one night. And even when you were too sensitive for anything more, you still couldn’t find the will to leave.

Until you remembered the look in Taehyung’s eyes.

Jungkook held you. Lightly kissing your back as you cuddled into him. Again, another position you never thought you’d find yourself in with Jeon Jungkook.

“You should go” Jungkook’s voice was barely above a whisper. You gave him a hurt look, “I know, I know. You’ll be okay”

Sitting upright, you began to put your clothes on. Jungkook watched before speaking again,

“Jung Hoseok”

You stilled.

“Jin was seeing Jung Hoseok. The two of them were dating. I had a suspicion and Jimin confirmed it earlier.”

Shit.

“You acted like you didn’t know”

You looked at him. To see if he was actually hurt by your lying, or used to your games.

“I don’t know anyone named Jung Hoseok”

Jungkook stared at you before scoffing.

“Not only do you know Jung Hoseok, but I know that you called him many times before Jin’s death. I have evidence that both he and Namjoon were with you at some point that night,”

You remained silent, fuming.

“He was the one who called you earlier, wasn’t he?”

You swallowed.

“I’m not the one unwilling to be on the same side” Jungkook sighed, “I told you before, we can help each other out. You’re hiding so much from me, and have the audacity to think of yourself as a victim. All you need to do is tell me what happened that night, and I can help you figure this out”

“Fuck you Jeon. This was a mistake” You snapped, “Take me home”

Jungkook clicked his tongue, “Right. Home to your Kim boys. To your palace”

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“When someone makes you the happiest person and the saddest person at the same time, that’s when it’s real. That’s when it’s worth something.”

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HAPPY 28TH BIRTHDAY HOSEOK ♡ FEBRUARY 18TH, 1994

cherry blossom avenue.

❀ genre: angst/fluff; arranged marriage!au; f2l!au;

❀ pairing: jin x reader; 

❀ length: 23.0k;

❀ synopsis: college would’ve been unbearable if it weren’t for your wallowing sessions with your best friend jin over a shared “forever alone” woe, so it really was only a matter of time until the two of you sealed a shoddy promise to betroth the other at the age of 27. perhaps it was only a silly joke to you then, but you should’ve known better nonetheless; because when a wedding invitation arrives five years later down the road with his name signed next to another’s, feelings that were once buried begin to blossom once again.

“Don’t be a homewrecker.”

What was supposed to be a light-hearted tease over your fleeting glimpses in his direction bears much more weight than even reality should have; and unbeknownst to her, even if your friend’s commentary strikes a fear in you, a fear that has some creature eating away at you and a horrifying drop in the twisted pain of your chest, the daunting knowledge of a potential truth behind her words pale in comparison to the anguish brought upon by a familiar face of the past. 

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