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-I originally posted this on ao3 but decided post it here too! mostly thomaxreader but pt 2 will be ayatoxreader <3 sorry for the odd paragraph spacing btw :,)
Thoma finds his loyalties questioned
Warnings: Yandere themes, forced marriage, no explicit sex but contains thomaâs filthy imaginations đ descriptions of unstable mental health (?)
You feel like you are withering away.
Every day, it feels a little harder to drag yourself out of bed. The colors around your world seem so bleak and dark and dreary. And the food presented in front of you, has it always been so⌠unappetizing? Truthfully, the piping hot dishes spread across the oak table is a feast. Steaming soup, fresh fish accompanied with a bowl of rice. The clammy grip you have around your chopsticks tightens.
All of a sudden, you are hit with an overwhelming sense to heave your empty stomach across the lavish meal.
âMiss? Miss?â
You donât hear your attendant until his warm fingers are prying the trembling chopsticks from your grip. Your heart calms down from its frantic gallop. He?
Immediately, your head shoots upward. Blonde hair, soft emerald eyes, and an even softer look of concern flashing in his gaze. âWho are you?â Your eyes narrow. He isnât the usual timid servant who trails around you like a second shadow. The second thing you register is the unfamiliarity of his uniform. Itâs unlike the typical Inazuman attire adorned by the Kamisato servants, they normally wear gray and blue - a representative of the Kamisato clanâs colors. On the contrary, his clothes seem to be a mixture of traditional Inazuman embellishments paired with⌠The crimson red of his jacket tugs on your memory. âWhere are you from?â The question escapes your mouth before you can stop yourself.
His bright eyes widened in surprise. This man is perfect picture of youthful innocence.
âM-My name is Thoma,â he explains as he snatches his hand away from yours. âI hail from Mondstadt. I must apologize for touching you without your permission, it just looked like you were about to-â
âMondstadt?â you parrot. Before Thoma can take his hand away from yours, your fingers close around his wrist in a grip that betrays the strength of your smaller figure. Something akin to life seems to flicker alight in your dull eyes. âAre you really from Mondstadt?â you ask him again.
Thoma seems startled by your bold movements. âY-Yes, my lady.â
âOh, Iâm sorry.â You finally seem to realize that your fingers are still snared around his wrist. âI did not mean to grab you, that was very unbecoming of me.â
âPlease donât apologize! It was an honor for me to meet the mistress of the Kamisato clan. I shouldnât have touched you without permission.â
That seemed to be the wrong thing to say. The hand around Thomaâs wrist loosens as you turn around to the table again. In the blink of an eye, youâve withdrawn back to your shell. The spark of interest in your eyes dims like a fire deprived of oxygen. âYou may take your leave,â you tell him in a clipped yet polite voice. You cross your hands elegantly over your lap, not a trace of earlier friendliness could be found. âIt was nice meeting you.â Smaller in stature, larger in presence. You weren't the young woman whoâd gripped his wrist earlier anymore, you were now the Kamisato matron, elegant, poised, lifeless. A title that you clearly despised.
Nevertheless, Thoma bows as he retreats out of the room.
Not once do you turn around.
â
The second time Thoma meets you, he finds you in the Kamisato gardens. Your hair is swept into a delicate spiral of elaborate braids and held away from your face by a floral kanzashi at the nape of your neck. The dim sunlight glints off the pin in your hair, casting a reflection around your head and setting your skin alight with muted golden rays. A sight that would have left every painter in awe. Thoma swears his heart skips a beat.
But when you turn around, the sound of his footsteps had clearly alerted you, your eyes are dark and cloudy. Like a match about to die out if the wind blew a little too strongly. âMy lady,â Thoma calls out respectfully. âIt looks like itâs about to rain. My lord has requested for you to return indoors.â
The corners of your lips tug downwards slightly. âI see.â
A few moments pass as you continue to stare off into the distance. Thoma shifts uncomfortably on his feet.
Just as the silence stretches on to the point where it was uncomfortable, you raise an eyebrow. âHow did a young man from Mondstadt end up serving an Inazuman clan?â you start.
You look at him properly this time. And faced with the undivided attention of your steely gaze, Thoma nearly stutters over his story.
When he finishes, you smile a bit. Itâs a small smile, but Thoma takes it as a victory anyhow. âAre you happy here, Thoma?â Your voice was so soft that Thoma nearly missed it over the rumble of thunder.
Somehow, he had a feeling that the answer to your question was one that he should tread with extreme caution. âThe Kamisato siblings have never treated me with anything but kindness,â he says carefully. Emerald eyes scour your face for any sort of emotion. Your features betray nothing. âBut my heart still longs for Mondstandt.â
You stared at Thoma for a moment longer before you calmly rose to your feet. âLetâs go. Ayato doesnât like to be kept waiting.â
Thoma nearly flinches at the direct use of Ayatoâs name. You were quite probably the only person who could get away with it.
When the two of you make your way back to the estate, the elder of the Kamisato siblings is at the entrance. âMy lord,â you echo emotionlessly when he makes his way to your side. Ayatoâs slender fingers drifts to your hip, ghosting over the silk fabric of your kimono. Not quite touching you, but his presence is enough to catch your undivided attention. Thoma feels like an outsider all of a sudden. Like heâd just witnessed something he wasnât supposed to set his sights on. He watches as Ayatoâs larger body curves behind you, almost towering over you. Immediately, you stiffen. The tension between the two of you is so palpable that it hangs thickly in the air.
âMy lord, please donât forget that we are in the public eye.â
âThe hairpin I chose for you looks good in your hair.â
Your lips flattens into a thin line as your finger twitches and Thoma half-expects you to rip the bejeweled pin out of your hair just to stab his lord in the eye.
On the contrary, Ayatoâs smile broadens, the beauty mark under his mouth follows the upward curve. Heâs goading you, dying for you to lash back at him. You refused to give him the satisfaction of your temper. Instead, you step away from the cage of Ayatoâs possessive arms and vanish inside without a single word, all while under the watchful eyes of the other loitering servants.
Itâs almost unsettling how Ayato seems even more amused. âMy dear Thoma, what do you think about my adorable wife?â He continues without waiting for the latterâs response. âShe has quite the temper. Iâm always afraid she might slip away from my grasps if I take my eyes off her for a minute. Of course, I can count on you to watch over her in my stead, right?â
Thoma gulps. He thinks of your lifeless eyes. The pin in your hair. Your soft voice. âYes, my lord.â
â
The more he spends time with you, the more he finds his heart wavering.
Thoma likes you... Alot. He likes to hear your voice, he likes the way your eyes light up when he first gave you a bouquet of windwheel asters that he bargained for from an Inazuman merchant, he likes the way your hair looks in the pretty complicated updos, he likes you.
And youâve warmed up to him as well. You smile more around him, the heavy weight over your shoulders seems to lighten when you catch sight of him.
It had always been an innocent sort of crush. The type of crush where heâd do anything to see your beautiful eyes light up and crack jokes to make you laugh. He thinks heâd be happy like this if he could just spend the rest of his life seated next to you under the shade of the sakura tree in the Kamisato gardens. Heâs content being your husband's servant. If this was all he could get, Thoma could die happy.
Until one day, the collar of your kimono slips. Itâs not much. It just so happened that youâd bent down to pet a stray cat that wandered into the gardens. Itâs not much , but it allows Thoma to catch a clear view of the smooth expanse of the back of your neck and the purplish mark on your shoulder.
His hand grazes your skin before his brain fully comprehends the sight before him. âThoma?â you jerk up in surprise and Thoma nearly rears back. All of a sudden, you're straightening back and Thoma yanks his gaze away. Heâs no virgin, he knows what that mark means. He can already feel the tip of his ears flushing as hot as the pyro vision hanging by his hip. Even when Thoma glares stubbornly at the grass, his imagination is already running wild.
The innocent crush heâd developed for you begins to spiral out of control. One sinfully wrong glimpse and the blushing servant is hooked.
That night, Thoma excuses himself to his bedroom as soon as heâs done with his chores. Usually, heâd linger around with the other staff to chat and make , but he had a pressing issue that was too hard to ignore even if he tried to.
With a stifled groan, Thoma buries his face into his pillow. He can smell you. More accurately, the soap that makes you smell like flowers and clean laundry. Oh, Thoma knows exactly what soap that is. This knowledge only serves to make him harder than ever. Maybe he can put in a good word or two with the maids, would they let him use your soap? The thought of being enveloped in your scent every single day makes his skin flush hotly.
Those same trembling hands have found their way to his pants. A low hiss escapes through his clenched jaw, heâs so hard that it almost hurts to touch himself. Carefully, Thoma wraps his fingers around his cock and rubs his thumb across his pre cum to smear it across his shaft. Slowly, he pumps it once, twice, thrice. The moment his eyes flutter shut, images of you begin to flash in his brain again.
Maybeâ Maybe youâll let him dress you up after your shower. And Thoma can wrap those beautiful silk kimonos around your body, kiss each part of your bare skin as he wraps the ribbons around your waist. His calloused hand slides up his shaft, maybe heâd be rewarded with a soft sigh of appreciation if he kisses your skin. No- he would worship your body. At night, he can undress you again. Make you lie down on the bed as he massages the tension away. You are miserable, arenât you? And Thoma can sympathize with that. Two foreigners far away from home and trapped in a marriage you never wanted. So maybe⌠you wonât protest when his deft fingers slip lower down your spine until they are between your soft plush thighs. Maybe you wonât push him away if he pets your warm cunt and makes your slick stain the expensive bed sheets.
Thoma canât help the pathetic choked whine when his cock throbs in his hand at the thought. His hips buck forward as he nearly weeps into his pillow with each buck of his hips to push his cock through his hand. The warmth of his climax bubbles like a coil in him, he shouldnât be surprised at how fast it arrives, he should be guilty that the thought of you is making him so aroused that Thoma can barely see straight. His hand speeds up, the wet click of his cockhead slipping past his fingers filling the dark room and Thoma cums so hard that he nearly sees stars. His cock twitches in his grip, the image of you, sprawled across the bed as his fingers are buried in you still embedded in his treacherous mind.
Dimly, Thoma is aware that he just made a big mess on his bed. But the you in his imagination mewls like a kitten when Thoma crooks his fingers just right, and his cock begins to twitch to life again. âFuck,â an uncharacteristic curse echoes from Thomaâs flushed face. Despite the murky white coating his fingers, Thoma wraps his sticky fingers around his cock again.
One last time. He promises himself. One more fantasy and heâll swear to put everything behind him. Though he might deny it, the seeds of his love for you had been planted the moment he saw you at the dinner table.
That night, Thoma doesnât get to catch even a wink of sleep.
â--
âThoma.â Itâs near the end of your little evening session with him. The mere sound of his name rolling off your tongue is enough to send a delicious warm shudder licking down his spine. He tries to imagine how itâd sound like a little more high-pitched, a little breathier andâ
âThoma.â You frown at the dazed look in his eyes. âAre you all right?â
He needs to focus.
âY-Yes, my lady?â
Before he can blink, you trip over something (a stray pebble, your robes, Thoma doesnât know) and Thomaâs reflexes move before his brain does. A strong arm catches your body by the waist before you can hit the ground and his other arm braces the two of you against the railings. He thinks his brain short circuits a little because you are so close that he can feel each puff of your warm breath fanning against his skin and you are so soft. âM-My lady, are you all right?â He gulps, the tips of his ears are beginning to burn because the longer he has you in his arms, it makes him feel as if heâs going to explode.
âThoma,â unlike him, your voice is unwavering. All of a sudden, he feels your hand glide into his front pocket. âThank you for helping me. I must have tripped over my robes.â
Without another word, you right yourself and give him a pointed look. âWill you escort me to my room?â
âO-Of course, my lady.â The piece of paper you slipped into his pocket seems to sear like a burn against his skin.
â--
Ayato has a routine. One that youâve memorized until you knew it like the back of your hand. Nevertheless, your heart still slams against your ribs with each shaky step you take. On Tuesdays, he comes to bed much later than usual. Not that you cared what he was doing. But this piece of information was something you tucked carefully in your mind.
Coincidentally, the window to your bedroom is connected to the garden. And after weeks loitering around the garden under the pretense of observing sakura petals, you finally figured out the rotation of the Kamisato guards.
Right now, they were changing their rotations. With your heart in your throat, you haul yourself out of the window and into the garden. Despite the stinging sensation of pebbles biting into your bare feet, you race through the garden until you reach the corner of the wall hidden behind the sprawling estate. Every Tuesday, youâd been sneaking out to add bits of valuable into the silk pouch you hit in the crack of the wall. A small diamond off your hairpin, a small comb, all tiny things that wouldnât rouse any suspicion. Right next to the crack was a ladder that the gardener forgot to keep this afternoon because youâd instructed him to help you with the flowers in your room. Much to your relief, the aging gardener had forgotten about the ladder entirely. You can only pray that Ayato isnât too harsh on him after you escape.
The cold wind bites into your skin, but somehow, itâs a comforting sensation. It reminds you of the time when you still had your anemo vision. It reminded you of the time before Ayato stole it away and made you his bride.
You recall the note you slipped into Thomaâs pocket earlier. It seemed unfair to abandon him here as you made your escape. The two of you didnât belong here, youâve seen the way the other staff gossipped about Ayatoâs foreign status. It served as further motivation for you to send him the note that detailed for him to meet you here tonight.
âMy lady?â A hushed whisper yanks you out of your thoughts.
âThoma!â You couldâve jumped up to hug him at that instant. âLetâs go,â you grab his wrist and begin to yank him toward the ladder. âWe can escape right now! Iâve heard that a pirate by the name of Beidou has smuggled foreigners away from Inazuma. With the stash Iâve gathered, it should be more than enough to guarantee us a trip to Mondstadt. We can go home!â
In the midst of your excited rambling, you miss the odd look that crosses Thomaâs face. Without waiting for his response, you turn around and worm your hand into the crack to grab the stash. Yet, your fingers close around empty air.
No⌠No way. No, it was impossible. It feels as if someone had doused your entire body in cold water. Desperately, you fall to your knees and tried to peer through the crack. Where is the pouch?
âLooking for something?â
Your heart drops to your feet.
You donât have to turn around to recognize that honeyed voice. Nevertheless, you push yourself upright on shaky feet and come face-to-face with your loathsome husband. A knowing smirk dances across his handsome face. After a few moments, you finally register that Thoma is standing right behind him with his face turned to the side, refusing to meet your eye.
âThoma?â Even in your ears, your voice sounds oddly strained and tense. Far away, you hear the heavy footsteps of the Kamisato guards resuming their stations, sealing off all of your escape routes.
Amidst your thundering heartbeat, silence is the only response.
âDarling, donât be too upset,â Ayato coos, âDonât you think that Thomaâs loyalty is an admirable thing? Heâ â
Before he can finish his sentence, you lunge toward Thoma and lash your palm at his face so hard that he staggers backward. Your eyes are half crazed, pupils shaking so badly that Thoma doubts that you can even see clearly. âFuck you,â you hiss as you slam your fist against his chest again. Despite your frenzied blows, Thoma makes no move to defend himself. Instead, he remains silent as you continue to sob. He nearly breaks down at the look of utter anguish on your face. âYou betrayed me! I trusted you! Out of every person in this wretched place, I gave you my trust!â Around you, the wind seems to howl in response.
A surprised look flits across Ayatoâs face when he feels the strong wind billow at his robes.
Upon his command, two burly guards begin to yank your trashing figure away from Thoma. âWhat did he promise you?â you hiss at him in a voice full of malice.
Thoma looks like heâs on the verge of a breakdown, with his emerald eyes still downcast and fixed on anywhere but your seething figure. Thereâs a red angry gash across his cheek from where your nails had scratched him. Instead, Ayato answers on his behalf.
"Hey baby girl," His husky voice came up from your phone. "Have you eaten yet?" You immediately asked him, didn't bother to greet him back.
You heard him chuckling over the phone, "Woah, straight to the point, huh?"
"You didn't answer my question." You said back at him but you pouted a little, realizing your mistake. "Come on, I need to know. Have you eaten yet?"
"Yes, I have. And the food is delicious." He answered with a sassy tone on his voice. It was silent at first but then you spoke with a disappointed tone, "You're lying."
Mark sighed. Lying to his girlfriend and hoping to get away with it.
Since you found out that he had lost weight, you always remind him to eat.
Him being an idol is not easy at all. He has to sacrifice a lot to become one. Being an idol also means that he has to look flawless as a man. When he receives so many comments about him being fat, he feels that he need to lose some weight. But of course, you think differently.
Mark already does sport and dances, he already looked fit. Losing weight will make him look skinny and lifeless. Not to mention, you worry about his health.
You want to smack every person who said Mark was fat. Because... come on? Him? Fat? It doesn't make any sense. These people really need to check their eyes.
"I'm sorry but I promise to do it later," Mark tried to console you but you ask him back immediately, "When is later?"
"After practice?" Mark hesitantly said which made you grumble. "I don't know, but I promise I will!"
You gritted your teeth, "You better. Don't make me come over there and force you to swallow every food I could find from there."
Instead of receiving an agreement from him, you hear his beautiful laugh. "I'm serious, Mark." You said to him while trying not to smile.
"Of course you do, baby," Mark said still chuckling. "Is this the reason why you called me? Just checking me if I already ate or not?"
You frowned in disappointment, "Well, no. I, I have bad news."
Usually, when GOT7 has a schedule to perform, you would always be there to watch and support them, especially Mark. But this time, you can't. Due to many works that needed to be done, you forgot to order the ticket before it sold out.
"What is it?"
"I can't watch you perform this time," You sighed while running your fingers through your hair. "Well, I can watch it on TV but I can't come over to the concert. You know what I mean."
Hearing him sigh over the phone, you quickly explain your situation. "It slipped off my mind! I-I got really focused on finishing my work and when I remember about the concert, the ticket was already sold! I am so sorry, Mark. I really do--"
Mark soothing voice came up, "Y/N, It's totally fine. You don't have to come every time I perform on stage. I know you have works to do. Besides, maybe you are already bored with the repeated song."
"I will never get bored if you're the one who performs." You admitted sweetly, "I could listen to your repeated voice every day and never get bored of it."
Your boyfriend chuckles and you could imagine his smile over the phone, "You are so cute."
"I agree." You sassily answered which made him laugh. "I'm really sorry though."
Over the phone, Mark bit his lip to hide his smile. His girlfriend is really a caring and supportive person. That is something that will always amaze him. "It's okay."
The conversation between you continues on. Sharing laughs and jokes over the phone makes you want to go to the concert and see him directly. You haven't seen him for three days but you know the wait will be worth it.
Before the conversation ended, you quickly remind him. "Don't forget to eat and don't forget to bring your jacket and your heat packs. I don't want a freezing boyfriend, okay? You will be uncomfortable to cuddle. I also don't want you to pass out, it will be too much to handle."
You could sense him rolling his eyes playfully, "Yeah, yeah. You worry too much."
"I will always worry about you, idiot."
Two days later, after finishing some work at your office, you hurriedly pack your things. The show will start for an hour and you don't want to miss GOT7 performance. Some of your things fell from your desk, which made you curse loudly.
You immediately went down under the desk to pick them before one of your coworkers enters your office. "Hey Y/N, some of us want to grab something to eat. Wanna come?"
Accidentally hitting your head with the desk, the coworker giggled. "Why such a hurry?"
"Sorry, I can't come. Mark is performing tonight and I am late." You said while tidying your desk once more.
"But I thought you didn't get the ticket?"
You smiled mischievously, "I could watch it on TV, couldn't I?" The coworker smiled knowingly, nodding understandably before leaving you alone.
When you are home, the Mnet show is in a few minutes. You literally dumped everything on the floor and turn on the TV before sitting down comfortably on your couch. You sighed in relief when you realized you are not late, the show has just started.
The song 'Lullaby' started and you snickered when Jaebum smirked at the camera. You smiled widely when Mark's part came but the smile vanishes as you noticed his condition. He's wearing makeup of course but you know him. You could tell that the makeup covered his eye bags. And... Does he look paler?
Your eye twitches in irritation. Mark is not keeping his promises, not yet maybe. Your eyes quickly noticed everything that is wrong with Mark. His response is a little bit slow and his movements are not as energic as usual. His balance was also a little bit off.
Your irritation turns into concern. He looks like he's going to pass out.
"Oh Mark, please be careful." You mumbled to no one as you continue to watch over him performs.
The complicated dance that Mark always complains of came and it made you sit on the edge of your couch. You intently watch over Mark although the screen keeps turns to record each member.
When the music ends, you sighed in relief. Mark has done the performance smoothly although you tried to ignore the view when Mark fully leaned on Jaebum at the end of the performance.
"Please be alright, please be alright." You grabbed your phone and decided to call him. Waiting for a few minutes, you then dialed him.
The answering machine tells you that Mark is not picking up his phone. You decided to call him once again, the result is still the same.
You tried to call the other members and sighed in relief when Jinyoung answered. "Jinyoung? Hi, uh, I just want to know if Mark's okay?"
When Jinyoung didn't answer your question right away, you knew something's wrong with Mark. "What happened?"
"He passed out in the backstage." Your face immediately went pale and your blood runs cold, He.. hasn't woke up." Jinyoung replied calmly although you knew he was worried sick about his hyung.
"Have you called 911?" You started to rush here and there, gathering your stuff and get ready to got wherever Mark is.
"The medic is here. They're checking him in the other room right now, that's all I could tell you." Jinyoung sighed worriedly, "Are you coming?"
"Of course I am," You accidentally snapped but immediately apologize, "Sorry, I'm just--"
Jinyoung, who has known you since you're dating Mark, understands your attitude and automatically forgives you, "I know. Get here quick and be careful."
"Ma'am, you can't go there." A bodyguard pushed you back when you tried to enter the backstage.
You smacked his hands away from your body before setting a glare on him, "My boyfriend is in there, you have to let me in!"
"Yeah, everybody says that." The man said, looking bored, "Now, please go away."
"Are you serious?" You snapped at him and stayed on your ground, "I'm not some crazy fan that trying to enter and jumped on some artists! My boyfriend, Mark, is sick inside! He needs me!"
The bodyguard looked annoyed by now and started to push you back again, "You won't fool me. Now, before I dragged your ass from here, you should leave. Now."
"My ass won't go anywhere but inside," You spat the words back to the man. You tried to go past him but failed to do so as he grabbed your shoulders and started to drag you out from the place.
"Stop!" A familiar voice made the bodyguard stop and looked back to that voice owner.
"Let her go," Jackson said to the bodyguard. When the latter didn't move, Jackson repeat rather harshly, "I said, let her go."
When the bodyguard obeyed, you can't help but say, "Asshole."
Before the man could say anything, you went inside with Jackson on your side.
"How is he?" you asked Jackson while your eyes look every inch of the place, trying to locate your boyfriend.
"Still unconscious," Jackson sighed worriedly, "The medic said that his blood pressure is too low. It made him passed out."
You nodded understandably as Jackson started to lead you to a room where Mark is in.
"Oh, Mark," You sighed when you see his figure on a medical bed and rushed to him.
Mark is still sleeping peacefully. His hair is a little damp and he's sweating. Placing your hand on his forehead, it was rather cold. You pushed his bangs away from his face before settling by playing his hair.
"What an idiot." You whispered to no one but the other members heard you. They chuckled silently, didn't want to interrupt your silent moment with sleeping-Mark.
"Don't say it."
You sat up straighter while raising your eyebrow, "Don't say what?"
Mark groaned as he tried to sit up, "Don't say 'I've told you so'."
After helping him to sit up, you took a glass of water. When Mark tried to grab the glass, you smack his hand away before motioning him to drink with you holding the glass.
He pouts and opened his mouth to protest but your glare shuts him up.
"Slowly." You command him as he drank. After you put the glass away, silence fell between you.
You decided to cut off the silence, "Do you want to me rant or...?"
Mark sighed, "I know I messed up."
"Yes, you did."
"I'm an idiot."
"That you are."
"I know I was supposed to listen to you."
"That is true."
"I'm a terrible boyfriend."
"Debatable."
Your boyfriend frowned at you, "What? Why?"
You raised your eyebrow, "You didn't listen to me."
Mark bowed his head in regret which made you giggle, "No, I was kidding."
You decided to sit next to him on the bed before you hug him tightly. Mark returned your hug before mumbling an apology. You nodded your head before pulling away.
Grabbing his face, you kissed his forehead then his nose and finally peck his lips softly. Pressing your forehead against his, you breathe out slowly as you closed your eyes.
"Never again. Do you hear me? No more forcing yourself. Your body is a tressure, Mark. You have to keep it well. If something happens to you, God, help me, I will castrate you."
Mark laughed but when he didn't hear you laugh with him, his smile fell. "Wait, are you serious?"
You can't hold it anymore and laugh, "Of course not, you idiot!"
He sighed in relief, "Oh thank God, that would be horrible."
You flicked his forehead and giggled when he pouts. "Don't force yourself again, okay? You have to eat and rest a lot more now. Take care of your health."
"I will, I promise."
"You better hold this promise for good, Tuan. Last time you promised, you messed up." You crossed your arms with a playful glare.
"I won't, I really won't." Mark pulled your arms and hugged your waist, "You worry too much."
You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him close, "I will always worry about you, idiot."
âSuprised, Jungwoo turned to you. You stood beside him with twinkling eyes and rosy cheeks. You stood on your tippy-toes to place a chaste kiss on his cheek and whisper in his ear.â
The city streets were eerily quiet, the gloomy night clouds shielded the pale moonlight from illuminating the sky. You sat alone in the backseat of an abandoned taxi.
âJungwoo,â Your voice softened, your eyelids threatening to shut. You had fought your hardest to keep yourself conscious.
âStay with me Y/N,â Jungwooâs sweet voice called frantically from the other end of the phone. âIâm coming!â
You could no longer feel the restraints, the shackles that chained you down. Your body felt clumsy and slow. You tongue sagged in your mouth.
Jungwoo sprinted through the citiesâ back streets, his lungs screaming, his heart hammering against his ribcage. He wasnât going to make it in time. He cursed underneath his breath. He held his phone in his tense grasp, his knuckles turning white.
âItâs okay.â
âNo, you stay with me, donât you dare let go.â
Your eyelids rested over your eyes. You felt your body sway, unable to keep you upright. Your head bounced against the hard seat cushions as your hand released the phone. It landed not too far from your face.
âY/Nâ
âIâm so-rry.â Your voice slurred.
âYN!â Jungwooâs mouth tasted of metal, the cut on the inside of his cheek, bled profusely. Blood coated his lip and dribbled down his chin.
If you could have smiled, you would have. As horrible as this life had been to you, there was one purely good and wonderful thing it had given you. Thank you, Jungwoo.
âSTAY WITH ME.â His eyes were wet, he dug his heel harder into the ground.
[Jiminâs voice cracked when he sang so he came to you, desperately need your comfort.]
-the gif is not mine-
You walked through the hallway, searching for any sign him. Heart clenches in worry, you remembered what Namjoon just told you minutes ago.
âHis voice cracked when he tried to reach the high notes, I think. Heâs kinda upset, you should really go to him. He needs you.â
âJimin?â You peeked into a room but sighs when heâs not there. You tried to call him before but he didnât bring his phone with him.
You jogged through the hallway again, asking nearby staffs if they saw where your boyfriend is. You wanted to give up but knowing Jimin, you know you need to be there for him.
âExcuse me,â You panted while you approached a staff, âDo you see Jimin anywhere?âÂ
The staff frowned but nodded, earning a sigh of relief from you, âI think he went over there,âÂ
Pointing to a room, you quickly rushed over but not before thanking the staff.Â
You knocked softly on the door, âJimin? Baby?â
Spotting him sitting on the floor against the wall, you walked closer to him. âJimin?â
He was staring at nothing. His hair messy, you guessed because he ran his hand on it too many times. His cheeks are puffy and wet. When he heard you calling him, he just hummed but didnât look at you.
You bit your lip, contemplating what to do. If you want to comfort him, you should choose a better and comfortable place.Â
After a minute, you held your hands in front of him. He looked up at you with furrowed eyebrows. But you just smiled at him. âCome on, follow me.â
Jimin was hesitant at first, but he took your hand and let you pulled him to stand. You let go of one of his hand and tugged the other one.Â
Despite his lack of reactions, his grip on your hand is tight.Â
He pulled up his hood and bowed his head, clearly trying to cover his face as he walked with you.Â
You lead him to the room where BTS usually relax and you glad when no one was in it. Closing the door, you tugged Jimin to the comfy long couch.Â
âLetâs cuddle,â The minute you sat laid down on the couch, Jimin rushed into your opened arms and place his head on your chest while his arms wrapped themselves around your waist.Â
Jimin sighed rather gladly as you slowly carding his incredibly soft hair. He closed his eyes and just laid there in your arms, enjoying the moment.Â
This is all he needs at the moment. He loves the way you let him calm down first and let him have his moment before heâs ready to talk.
After ten minutes in silence, Jimin stirs. He buried his head in the crook of your neck, he whispered, âMy voice cracked again.â
You hummed in acknowledgment but say nothing.Â
He sighed, tightening his grip on your waist. âI thought I could hit that high note but my voice cracked. I messed up the song. Iâm disappointed with myself.â
âJimin, you didnât mess up the song. The fans love it.âÂ
âThey would love it more if I hit that note perfectly,â Jimin whined.
âHey, nobody is perfect. Not you, not me, no one.â You remind him, âI bet every singer, at least once in their life, cracked their voice when they sing.â
You pulled away to look at him properly, âLook, Iâm not good with words so I'm just gonna say this. Donât beat yourself. Having your voice cracked is very likely happen to everyone. Itâs a part of learning, you know.â You smirked playfully, âBesides, ARMY love your voice, cracked or not. The worst thing could happen when they made it as a meme.â
It was silent again as Jimin studied your face but you stuck your tongue out. You smiled widely as he giggled, the beautiful sound replacing the silence and his eyes automatically squinted-- or closed (you canât really tell).
Jimin ended up buried his face on your neck again, silently grateful that he has you. He smiled, âI kinda embarrassed now.â
âOh, my poor baby,â You pouted playfully and hugged his neck tightly, earning a grunt from him. Then you pulled away, grabbing his cheeks and squish them.
âNo, Y/N! My cheeks are going puffy if you do that!â He leaned away, trying to get away from your hands.
âThey already puffy since you cried but itâs an ugly puffy. Iâm trying to fix it now.â You giggled still squishing his soft cheeks.
âExcuse me?â Jimin gaped but his cheeks starting to get hurt. He whined cutely, âJagiya~ My cheeks~ Ow~â
You finally stopped, smiling at him. Jimin watched as you slowly wiped the rest of wetness from his cheeks and under eyes.Â
âThank you,â Jimin said gratefully to you before cuddle with you again.
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Pairing:Â Gang Member!Jimin x Poor Heart!Genius!Reader
Genre:Â Angst, Romance, Lots of Action, Humor, Fluff, & Smut (In the Future)
Length:Â 9.1k
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In his world, being a part of a mafia gang, known as Bangtan Boys, is a bit terrifying. They were truly a filthy rich and powerful group that everyone feared. 22-year old Jimin was described as the stealthiest and most skilled member of Bangtan, playing an important part in their group. Whereas for 20-year-old (Y/N), a genius with a weak heart is suffering inside the cruel world as she is experimented on on the daily basis. Jimin finds himself protecting a gifted girl whose memory can hold numerous things in a blink of an eye. Jimin finds an interest in her, visioning that she may be a valuable asset to their group. Jimin has never paid attention to girls. However, that started to change when he met her.
[A/N: Hello, just a reminder, this is my first story in my blog so I hope youâll like it!]Â
"How could you do this to me?" You looked at him with furious eyes while he looked at you with desperate-sad eyes. Your gun was pointed at him, ready to take away his life anytime.
Seungcheol lifted his hands up in surrender manner. His heart broke when he saw your teary eyes. He knew he did this to you, he knew he made this hard for you. "Y/N, let me explain."
"I don't need any explanation." You shakily said, walking closer to him. To his horror, every emotion that he saw from your eyes was gone in a flash. Now you stood close to him with a blank face. "I know I should've killed you."
"No. Y/N," Seungcheol gulped when you pulled off the safety of your gun, "I don't want this to happen. I love you okay? Y/N--"
You shook your head, an evil smirk forming on your face. "Bullshit." The last thing he knew, you pulled the trigger.
Seungcheol woke up with a gasp as he sat up. He patted all over his body to check any bullet wounds. After founding none, he sighed in relief. Â He expected to see you on the side of the bed but he only found a note.
Good morning sleepy head. Coffee is ready for you in the kitchen, I'll be in the training room.
He frowned in confusion because you usually waiting for him to wake up.
Placing the note down, he realized it was already 10. Without caring to wear a shirt, he went straight to you only with his sweatpants. When Seungcheol found you in the training room, he couldn't take his eyes away from you.
You are wearing a sports bra and match sweatpants like him. Your hands were wrapped in fight bandage as you gave some powerful hit on the punching bag.
He noticed the familiar hard punches and soon realized that you were silently crying. Walking to you, he stopped your punches by grabbing your wrists from behind. He pulled you until your back touched his bare chest. Â "Baby, you are going to hurt yourself."
You sighed in defeat and turned around to face him.
Seungcheol softly wiped your tears on your cheeks, "A nightmare?" You shook your head and he sighed, "A memory?"
When he saw you nod, he pulled you into his comforting arms. You gladly hugged him back wrapping your arms around his waist tightly. Seungcheol placed his chin on top of your head, "You have to stop blaming yourself, baby."
"I can't even if I want to," You croaked out, "My brother's death was because of me."
Seungcheol's heart clenched in pain and guilt. Your brother was your only family and losing him changed your entire life.
Your brother was a part of a gang, one of the most powerful gangs in the country. He had robbed so many banks and killed so many people. But every activity he had done went unnoticed by you, his little baby sister. Your brother didn't want you to get involved in his kind of life. He wanted you to be save. But you have become his weakness.
One day, one gang found out about you and decided to kidnap you.
Your brother went mad and with the help of his gang, they went to find you. When the day of the rescue came, you didn't expect it would be the day your brother to lose his life. And that day changed you.
You seek for revenge. You want to destroy the gang who killed your brother. The feeling leads you to become the most wanted criminal in the country and it leads you to met Seungcheol.
You fell in love with him and he fell in love with you.
But you did not know that you fell in love with an undercover spy. A spy that came from the gang who killed your brother.
Seungcheol knew he's in deep trouble when he founds out that he madly in love with you. He was supposed to help his gang to kill you. He was supposed to be on their side.
He can't. He wants to protect you, shield you from any kind of danger from this world. He didn't care about his gang, not anymore. You have become the main priorities in his life and he determined to keep it that way.
The main problem is, he doesn't know what to tell her. How could he? His gang killed her only family.
Seungcheol pulled away before he looked down at you, "Let's do something harmless to clear your mind. Okay, baby?"
His eyes lit up when a smile formed on your face. You kissed his cheek and giggled when his dimples showed up. After helping you unwrapped your fight bandage, you both went to the kitchen to make some breakfast.
When your boyfriend went behind the counter, you cautiously asked him. "You're not going to cook, aren't you?"
Playfully glaring at you while opened an upper cabinet, "I could make two bowls of cereal without burning anything, thank you very much."
You lifted your hand in surrender manner before seated yourself on the counter. Waiting Seungcheol for breakfast, you could help but to admire his bareback. He has back muscles and all you want to do is to feel them flex under your hands.
"Enjoying the view, Y/N?" He glanced back at you before chuckling, "You can feel them, you know. All of me is yours after all."
You smirked, "Well, if you put it like that," You jumped off from the counter before placing your hands on his shoulders. The coldness of your hands made Seungcheol to-shivered in delight. "I would not waste my chances."
You dragged your hands from his shoulders down to his lower back. When Seungcheol shivered again, you couldn't help but tease him a little further. You decided to place small kisses on his bare back.
The feeling of your soft lips on his back made him snapped. He roughly places the cereal box down before turning around and picked you up by your waist. He seated you back on the counter as he stood between your legs.
"Don't start anything you couldn't finish." Seungcheol stared at your eyes intently. His hands ran up and down on your thighs and it made you smirk, "Who said I couldn't finish it?"
Before you could do anything, you both heard a gunshot.
Seungcheol quickly pulled you closer to him before he went back down on the floor. A lot sound of glasses breaking and bullets hitting the wood of the cabinet made Seuncheol to covered his ears. After everything went silent, the only sound he could hear was your moan of pain.
His eyes went to your figure and he gaped in shock when he realized you were hit.
You held your left shoulder tightly, pressing the bullet wound. When your eyes met him, it held anger but mostly confusion. You are confused because whoever attacked you knew where you lived.
No one knows where you lived. Except...
Seungcheol moved to one of the cabinets, opened it before taking a gun out. A sound of door breaking filled your ears but your eyes were still on your boyfriend. He peeked over the counter before he cursed loudly.
Him? Could he..?
You snapped out from your thought when you heard heavy footsteps. You force yourself to got up, took a large knife before quickly crouched down. You held it close to your chest, ready to defend yourself.
"You are hurt. You should stay here and let me take them out before they attack." Seungcheol said calmly as he peeked again over the kitchen counter. "I think there are 3 of them, so I should move fast." He didn't wait for you to respond and went out of the kitchen. Â
You bit your lip and hold the knife tighter. You hold your breath as you wait for a sound of gunshots. But in the end, you could only hear Seungcheol's grunt and finally his scream.
Without any second thought, you got up from your position before making a run to where his scream came from. "Seungcheol!"
After you entered the living room, you were surprised when you found Seungcheol was seated on the couch calmly with a blank face. "Seungcheol? Wha--"
A hard pain came from the back of your head as everything went black.
"Great job hyung," Seungcheol looked up from the monitor before his eyes landed on Jun. The younger guy gave him a smirk as he walked closer. Stopping beside him, Jun's smirk went bigger when his eyes set on the monitor. "You got her."
The older guys said nothing and dragged his eyes back on the girl in the monitor. His eyes raked over her body; the gunshot on her shoulder and bruises on her cheeks. With fists and jaw clenched, he forced himself to got out from the monitoring room.
He couldn't stand watching your bruising and wounded form. He couldn't stand watching you being tied up on the chair in the dungeon.
And he couldn't do anything but just stood silently as his 'friends' beat you up. Stood silently as they told his lover that he betrayed her. Stood silently as you cried silently in the dungeon.
The gang members came to him and congratulate him. They said they were proud of him because he had brought the most wanted criminal straight to them. They said he was the best undercover spy they ever had. But those compliments meant nothing to Seungcheol. Not anymore.
"You did a very great job," Hoshi said as he passed Seungcheol. He patted his back, "You brought her to us. You should be proud of yourself."
But I don't want to.
"Hyung, I'm really proud of you!" Seungkwan said in amazement, "You really ruined her."
I don't want to ruin her, I don't want to hurt her at all.
Woozi looked at Seungcheol with a raised eyebrows, "How did you do it? She really loves you."
And I fell in love with her.
You stared at the man in front of you blankly. The rope that tied up your legs and wrist had helped you to restrain yourself. The feeling of anger, sadness, and betrayed made you want to scream at him. But you kept silent.
Seungcheol was the same. He sat on the chair in front of you with his elbows placed on his knees. His intertwined fingers were in front of his mouth as he stared at you intently. His hair was ruffled and he looked like he hasn't slept for days.
Your voice is rough when you broke the silence. "I should've have known." You sighed in defeat, "I know falling in love with you is a mistake."
You swore you saw him flinched over your words but maybe he was still acting.
"How could you do this to me?"
This time Seungcheol didn't bother to hide his sadness. He took a sharp breath before shaking his head. He glanced at the camera in the corner of the room. The red light reminded him that every movement in the room is recorded.
He stood up from his seat before walking to the wall behind you, away from the sight of the camera. Leaning on the wall, he crossed his arms as he spoke silently. "I will get you out of here."
You furrowed your eyebrows in anger but mostly in confusion. You didn't bother to turn your head as you spoke back, "Stop the acting, Seungcheol. I won't fall with your lies anymore."
"I never and can't lie to you, I can't even if I wanted to." He said truthfully. "I'm not lying when I said I'm gonna get you out of here and I'm not lying when I said I love you."
You tried to ignore the feeling of butterflies in your stomach, "How can I trust you after all of this?"
"You don't have to and I don't blame you." Seuncheol sighed in defeat. "Listen Y/N, I never want to hurt you. My feeling towards you is not fake, it's real. Everything I did for you is real. I didn't pretend like someone else when I am with you."
Seungcheol didn't wait for you to respond as he stride to the door. When the door closed with a thud, your tears started to come out.
That night, you heard multiple gunshots. You stared at the door, wondering what's going on. Soon enough, the door slammed open, revealing Seungcheol.
He has a gun in both of his hands as he walked closer to you. Crouching in front of you, he placed the guns down on the floor before he untied your ankles. "We need to hurry, we don't have much time." He went behind you and untie your wrists.
When you are free, you immediately grabbed one of the guns and pointed it at him. Seungcheol strangely didn't panic and stared at you with knowing eyes. He expected this, "Go ahead, shoot me."
"Go to the door." You gestured him to move with the gun. He immediately complied and walked to the door. Still staring at you, he stopped right in front of the door. He understands why you told him to go there, you want him to be your shield. If anyone comes and dares to shoot you, Seungcheol would be the one who got hit first.
Seungcheol, however, did not expect you to ask a question.
"Do you love me?" You asked him with so much seriousness in your eyes. "And don't lie. If you dare to, I would shoot you right here, right now."
"I love you. I swear to my life, I love you." Seungcheol answered your question without any second thought. "I wanted to tell you, I really did. But I can't bring myself to do it. Since I knew why you become their target, I couldn't bring myself to hurt you. I love you Y/N, God, I really love you."
"How could they found me then?"
Seungcheol looked down in regret, "I-- I was supposed to give them some updates about you. Since I stopped, I think they want to take the matters on their own." He started to shake in anger, "I swear I didn't know about their plan ambushing you. When they took you and beat you up, I hate myself because I couldn't do anything."
You stared at him with your teary eyes, "Do you have any idea how broken my heart was when I heard you are one of them? How hurt I was?!"
Seungcheol clenched his fists while he kept his gaze down to the floor. He hears footsteps behind him and some shouting. The clicking of a gun was heard from you and he knew your decision.
Gunshots from you are all he heard as he closed his eyes. But he felt no pain. He opened his eyes and glanced back. You had shot two of the man behind him. He turned his eyes back to and you were already in front of him, handing him the other gun.
When he took it from you, you grabbed his neck and pulled him into a kiss. After a few seconds, you pulled away from him with a little smile on your face. "Let get out from here, baby."
"You are not at me?" Seungcheol asked you in shock but you shook your head.
"Oh, I'm mad at you." You corrected him before you whispered against his lips. Seungcheol shivered in delight when he heard your words, "That's why I'm going to punish you after we're done here."
PART 1 Â PART 2 PART 3 PART 4 PART 5 PART 6 PART 7Â PART 8
Summary: After a rival gang makes an attempt on your life, Your older brother, the infamous leader of Seoulâs largest gang; Kim Namjoon, gets you a guard hybrid; Park Jimin, The reigning champion of Seoulâs underground hybrid fighting ring.
đś Song: đś Arsonists Lullaby by Hozier đś
A/n: please take care when reading this story, there is some seriously questionable content in this, and I donât want anyone to be triggered because of my work. Also, Iâve decided to set up my Patreon account so that I can start to make this a little bit more of a livable idea, considering I spend 90% of my time writing. Please consider donating to me, every little bit helps! you can find my Patreon HERE. Iâve also written a few notes at the end of this chapter, Please enjoy! ~LeeÂ
2 hours post-abduction
Namjoon swipes his hands across his desk, sending everything, his papers his pens scattering across the floor and towards the unlit fire. But it does nothing to sate his temper or calm his panic. He goes for the shelves next, grabbing a globe from the side and punting it so that it cracks against the wall, a foot-shaped hole in it. He sends the whole shelf falling next. A decorative box slams against the floor, breaking, itâs enamel shattering along with an expensive crystal decanter filled with whiskey that was more worth more than 5,000 dollars a bottle.Â
None of it was worth it, none of it was enough. None of it was worth losing you- or even losing Jimin, that stupid stupid pup, for letting you go. âNamjoon!â comes a sharp rap at the door, âlet me in right now!â Seokjin says, he can hear the destruction from outside the door but Namjoon doesnât care. Â
His Pounding on the door ceases as Namjoon breaks his chair over the top of his desk- the thing doesnât snap too easily, but he breaks the arm off, the plastic snapping back and cutting against his skin. Namjoon doesnât register the blood dripping from his arm.Â
He sends the chair flying; it hits the wall with a loud crash at the same moment Seokjin kicks the office door down splinters flying everywhere as the doorframe cracks. Seokjin has Namjoonâs hands in his, and is pinning him up against the nearest wall quicker than he can move, as everyone files into his room as well, taking in its decrepit state with a hint of shock. Glass crunches under Taehyungâs shoe.Â
Itâs easy for Namjoon to forget that Seokjin works out almost as often as Jungkook, that under his calm exterior is pounds muscle, thought Namjoon might be taller than Seokjin, he still manages to pin his arms above his head and keep him there.Â
âYou need to calm down right now,â Seokjin says, his voice pure command, and Namjoon knows heâs right, but he bites his tongue careful of what he might say- of who might be listening in, his eyes flicker to his phone on the red velvet couch. He hadnât noticed how much heâs been shaking until he realizes that Seokjin is struggling to hold him still, but in the quiet room his breaths are coming out ragged and gentle. Raw panic grips every inch of him in a vice-like a grip- and he canât shake it off.Â
âWeâll get her back Joon.â He says, his eyes softening as Namjoon tries to control his breath, Namjoonâs eyes flicker once down to Seokjinâs lips, closer than they should be to his mouth before he shoves him off. This time Seokjin lets him. He pulls Pulls away as Namjoon runs his fingers through his hair.
His office is destroyed, not that heâs been using it much recently anyway, there are far safer places for them to plan things.Â
Namjoon gives a signal, and all of them file out of the house. Unlike usual, no one smiles, no one laughs or cracks a joke, somberly- almost like a funeral procession, they head to the one place thatâs safe. Until itâs only Seokjin and Namjoon in his office, thought to be honest, itâs always felt like it was just them- like it was only them.Â
The note- sitting on the fireplace mantle next to a photo of you is the only thing that remains untouched; the same note that Jimin had slipped into Namjoonâs hands the second before he let you go- let you get captured. In Jiminâs fine script that Namjoonâs come to recognize in the past few months is written only one sentence;
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Pairing:Â Gang Member!Jimin x Poor Heart!Genius!Reader
Genre:Â Angst, Romance, Lots of Action, Humor, Fluff, & Smut (In the Future)
Length:Â 6.2k
Warnings: Swearing, SOOOO MUCH (SEXUAL? IDK) TENSION OML, flufffflyllylyy stuff
Members Included:Â All of BTS, other KPop groups in the future
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In his world, being a part of a mafia gang, known as Bangtan Boys, is a bit terrifying. They were truly a filthy rich and powerful group that everyone feared. 22-year old Jimin was described as the stealthiest and most skilled member of Bangtan, playing an important part in their group. Whereas for 20-year-old (Y/N), a genius with a weak heart is suffering inside the cruel world as she is experimented on on the daily basis. Jimin finds himself protecting a gifted girl whose memory can hold numerous things in a blink of an eye. Jimin finds an interest in her, visioning that she may be a valuable asset to their group. Jimin has never paid attention to girls. However, that started to change when he met her.
HEY GUYS iâm back from my trip~ hope yall enjoy this chapter , and once onceeeee once again, I LOVE YOU GUYS
Pairing:Â Gang Member!Jimin x Poor Heart!Genius!Reader
Genre:Â Angst, Romance, Lots of Action, Humor, Fluff, & Smut (In the Future)
Length:Â 5.0K
Warnings:Â Swearing, Blood, Death, Stabbing, Smut (In the Future), Blood
Members Included:Â All of BTS, other KPop groups in the future
Previous Chapter Chapter List Next Chapter (Coming Soon)
In his world, being a part of a mafia gang, known as Bangtan Boys, is a bit terrifying. They were truly a filthy rich and powerful group that everyone feared. 22-year old Jimin was described as the stealthiest and most skilled member of Bangtan, playing an important part in their group. Whereas for 20-year-old (Y/N), a genius with a weak heart is suffering inside the cruel world as she is experimented on on the daily basis. Jimin finds himself protecting a gifted girl whose memory can hold numerous things in a blink of an eye. Jimin finds an interest in her, visioning that she may be a valuable asset to their group. Jimin has never paid attention to girls. However, that started to change when he met her.
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Summary: After a rival gang makes an attempt on your life, Your older brother, the infamous leader of Seoulâs largest gang; Kim Namjoon gets you a guard hybrid; Park Jimin, The reigning champion of Seoulâs underground hybrid fighting ring.
Authorâs note: so going around in asks I said that I might combine part 6 and 7 but I never ended up doing that so some of the snippets I released for this chapter arenât actually in this one. Also, Iâm not touching a certain part of the plot for this chapter- and there is a reason for that. Iâm not forgetting about the massive bomb that was dropped last time~ it will be dealt with!Â
The neon lights leak into the inside of the car as you hit traffic, coloring the crystals on your dress neon colors that reflect into the car like your own supernova. Namjoon catches your smile in the rearview mirror and returns it. His expression light for once. None of the usual stress lingers in his body, you can tell heâs trying his best not to think about work for you.
Tonight is your night after all, and everything is going to be perfect. Â
Summary: After a patient urgently pleads you to go and help a friend of his, you naively agree to it. Little did you know, that you would get more than what you agreed to, when he leads you to a brothel, to help a dangerous prostitute named Jeon Jungkook.
Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (ft. Jin, but not romantically)
Word count: 11k
Genre: Smut (M), angst, mafia!au, prostitution!au
A/N:This is a dark and filthy story! Graphic descriptions of sex (oral, penetration, etc), heavy dom/sub undertones, drug use, vulgar language use⌠This is a mature read! You have been warned!
T/W: This chapter does contain brief mentions of violence/gore, rape (not graphically, just references it), and death. You have been warned.Â
part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9Â | part 10
âMommy?â the 10-year old you called, while innocently looking up to her from your spot on the sofa. You had an unsure expression written on your small face, as she stopped chopping up the vegetables on the cutting board from the kitchen. She sniffled slightly, before she finally looked up to you.
âYes?â she said with red and watery eyes, whilst waiting for your reply.
âAre you sad?â you hesitantly questioned, since it looked like she was crying.
Your motherâs brows furrowed, as she confusedly looked at you. âNo, why would you think that?â
Now your brows narrowed, not believing her. You quickly sat up and shuffled your way to your motherâs confused form.
âBut youâre crying!â you exclaimed loudly, while gently poking at her face with your chubby finger.
There was a silent pause as it took her a couple of seconds to register what you were talking about, before the look of realization crossed her features.
âOh Y/n, I was just cutting some onions to cook for dinner,â she giggled slightly, finding your concern adorable.
You narrowed your eyes, as you were still confused to why she was tearing up. âDo onions make you sad?â
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Dog hybrid! + Gaurd dog!Jimin x Reader) (ft.olderBrother! + Mafia boss!Namjoon)
Part 1Â Â Â Part 2Â Â Â Part 3Â Â Â Part 4
Summary: After a rival gang makes an attempt on your life, Your older brother, the infamous leader of Seoulâs largest gang; Kim Namjoon gets you a guard hybrid; Park Jimin, The reigning champion of Seoulâs underground hybrid fighting ring.
Authors note: YO EVERYONE LOOK WHAT I GOT OUT. So Iâm gonna have a small hiatus while I travel to Thailand with my family for the next two weeks. I was gonna write another chapter and schedule to release it while I was away but I got too sick the last few weeks and unfortunately this LONG ASS monster of a part is all youâre gonna get for now (i thought about splitting it up between parts but I didnât like itâs flow).Â
Hope you like it! This chapter has some pretty heavy stuff in it. sorry to leave you all on a cliffhanger but ¯\_(ă)_/ÂŻ
All Jimin could feel where greasy hands on him, they bit into his arm and held him down as he struggled fruitlessly to get free. Somehow he was never able to submit in this way. He was obedient as long as they left their hands off of him and not a moment longer. He had been like this ever since he was a pup. Â
There is a low voice- spitting in his ear as he tries to get away from a belt, from the ball, from all the things they used to beat him. These strikes would leave bruises that would almost always last all week. He wines when one hits his ribs and leaves him breathless. A hard hand pulls his hair back roughly and yanks on his sensitive ears.Â
âOh is the little puppy hurt? Can he not take a beating? Did little Jimin forget what it felt like?â he lets out a growl that only sounds half as threatening as he wants it too and they continue beating him.Â
âJimin,â one of them says a fist hits his shoulder.Â
âJimin.â This voice is more panicked;Â
âJiminâ the voice says- more human and female then the last time the shadow above him shouted it.Â
The dream knocks Jimin practically sideways when he finds you above him your hands on his shoulders he reacts instinctively pinning you down onto the bed using his knees to hook around your legs and pin you to the bed with his hands at your wrist. Adrenaline makes his heart thud as he struggles to separate dream from reality âitâs ok it was just a dream.â You say soothingly as he looks down at you like youâre the monster. His breath comes out of him in big gusts. Â
âJimin itâs me.â You say a little more firmly trying to get that look to leave his eyes. He doesnât look like himself; his pupils are dilated and itâs obvious to you that he is currently having a panic attack. His weight is pressing painfully onto your wrists and your legs are going numb with how heâs lying on top of you- the same way he might hold someone down if he was fighting them.Â
You canât help it; you know he would never hurt you, but your heart rate picks up when you realize how immobile he has you, you couldnât get away from him even if you wanted to right now. He catches the smell of fear on you and his eyes instantly change. He lets go of your body like you burn him and heâs standing faster then you could breathe. His back hits the other side of your room.Â
âY/n.â he gasps out. Holding his hands out in front of him- like heâs trying to show you and himself that heâs not a threat too you. Â âIâm sorry, oh my god i-â he stutters out. You get up too- flicking the light on.Â
âItâs ok Jimin- everythingâs going to be fine, you just had a nightmareâ his eyes keep scanning the room over again for potential threats. Eventually- with enough cajoling- he gets back on the bed. âcan you tell me what it was?â
âI was back at the kennels, they-â his voice breaks off. You want to reach out to him- but you remember how sensitive he was to touches at the very beginning of you meeting him so you keep your hands to yourself. Youâre still feeling groggy yourself- all you know is that one moment you were fast asleep and the next moment you were waking up to Jimin thrashing next to you.Â
Next, to you, Jimin doesnât know how to articulate the dream into words. âThey always knew how to hurt you the most without leaving so much damage.â You inhale deeply at that. Jimin is wringing his fingers when you reach forward and try to take them in yours. He flinches back from you. Â âYour wrists-â is all he says, flicking to the red skin there where he leaned his weight- it must hurt. he caused you harm. But you just shake your head and take his hands in yours.Â
âevery day I donât understand how you can still touch me when you know what I am- you still want me even after Iâve just hurt you.âÂ
âWhat are you talking about?âÂ
âIâve hurt people. Iâm dangerous. I hurt you.â Â He reaches out a finger to trace along the red stretch of your wrist. You ignore the involuntary shiver it gives you. Your smile is small- almost wry when you look up at him. âAnd still you donât run away.â
âMaybe itâs because I donât think these hands could ever hurt me- not intentionally anyway.â you affirm as You turn his hands over and over in your hands- noticing the little scars here and there. The ones on his knuckles that have mostly healed. Thereâs one that crosses his palm and the back of his hand like he got it shut in something long ago. It feels like youâre the only two people awake in the universe when you reach up and press his palm against your cheek.Â
âI love your handsâ you want to say, and he gulps- and you realize youâve said it out loud, the blush covers you from you collarbones up. Your faces are closer then they ever really should be if your relationship was purely platonic.Â
Jimin is watching you with an aching in his heart- because no ones ever looked at him like that- let alone viewed him as something other than a weapon. You look at him like heâs a marvel, a treasure to be taken care of and appreciated- not like heâs a monster, a hybrid only meant to protect you from physical harm. Youâre his friend- his first true friend. And it breaks his heart- because he wants you to be so so much more than that and he knows that heâs the least deserving person in the entire city when it comes to being on the receiving end of such a tender look.Â
 you run your fingers through his hair as he does his best to show you that he never intends to hurt you with his body again, by sheltering you and holding you with a close tenderness. You swear in another life he was meant to be a lap dog. You silently hope that your wrists wonât bruise as Jimin wraps his arms around your middle, for his sake and for yours. Bruises wouldnât be hard to hide from Namjoon and they donât bother you, but Jimin would look at them and see everything heâs ever done wrong.Â
Eventually, his breath has stopped coming in small gasps and reluctantly- sleep pulls the two of you down.
I would like to say thank you for all the love and support so far! I was really surprised with the outcome from this fic, it really really made my day :â) Enjoy this new chapter~
Pairing: Gang Member!Jimin x Poor Heart!Genius!Reader
Genre:Â Angst, Romance, Lots of Action, Humor, Fluff, & Smut (In the Future)
Length: 5.0K
Warnings:Â Swearing, Blood, Death, Smut (In the Future), Blood
Members Included:Â All of BTS, other KPop groups in the future
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In his world, being a part of a mafia gang, known as Bangtan Boys, is a bit terrifying. They were truly a filthy rich and powerful group that everyone feared. 22-year old Jimin was described as the stealthiest and most skilled member of Bangtan, playing an important part in their group. Whereas for 20-year-old (Y/N), a genius with a weak heart is suffering inside the cruel world as she is experimented on on the daily basis. Jimin finds himself protecting a gifted girl whose memory can hold numerous things in a blink of an eye. Jimin finds an interest in her, visioning that she may be a valuable asset to their group. Jimin has never paid attention to girls. However, that started to change when he met her.
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