writer from nowhere

“Y/N, where are you?” Moon-jo walked into your shared apartment after a long day at work. His profession as a dentist was oh so draining, but one thing for sure, it finally supplied him with enough money to leave his crappy life behind in Seoul and start a new future in America. From Seoul to America? What a drastic change of a life. And how he looked forward to such a change. His life had been a series of ups and downs. And his mind was twisted. He admitted that, sure, but he allowed his twisted thoughts to take over his entire youth and young adulthood. But he wanted it to stop. Immediately. Of course, his psychotic thoughts will forever be there, but taming them was his goal, and starting a new life with a new identity would help. After years of saving up his paychecks, it was finally time to fly out of Seoul and to have a beautiful, yet crazy, life in New York City. And he was so excited to tell you.

“Y/N?” he repeated your name, this time earning a response.

“Coming!” you responded as he heard you bustling to make your way to the living room. You came walking down the hall with a coffee cup in one hand and your phone in the other. A smile spread across his face, your presence changing the aura of the room.

Oh, how Moon-jo loved you. He can admit that it first started off as an obsession, destroying everyone who stood in between the two of you. Murder wasn’t apart of his agenda, but soon, it became a daily occurrence at the beginning of your relationship. Did you know that he was doing these formidable actions? You did find out eventually, yea. But it didn’t bother you for some odd reason which surprised Moon-jo. And sooner than later, after he proposed, his killing stopped, knowing that you were his forever. Divorce wasn’t an option for Moon-jo, so you were going to be together forever in his mind. And you agreed. Moon-jo was your life. He was your everything. After loosing your parents in a horrible car accident a few years ago, you had no one else. And you believe that it was just pure luck that you happened to have a tooth ache only a few weeks later. A filling of a cavity was all that was done, but the man who was doing the dental work was going to be the man who changed your life. Moon-jo, dentist with a high degree and high pay, seemed to find a liking in you, complimenting your teeth every few minutes. And from then on, you have been in love with him. Moving in with him only after a few months of dating may seem insane to others, but too you, it only seemed fitting. And here you are now, still with him to this day with a marriage ring on your finger.

As you set the dirty dish in the sink, Moon-jo made his way over to you and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you close. “I missed you today…”

A giggle escaped you lips, “Mmm… I missed you too. How was your day?” and when no response was heard, you turned around to see an unreadable expression across his face. “Baby… what's that face about?”

No words were said as he picked you up in his arms, and you were startled by his sudden action. He carried you to the king sized bed which sat in your shared room and dropped you on the soft surface. He buried his face in your neck, laying delicate kisses on your skin. “I have the most fantastic news Y/N.” His lips tickled your skin and an outburst of giggles escaped your lips.

“What?” you laughed as you tried to push him away. “Stop! That tickles..”

He chuckled in the nook of your neck and pushed his head up, “I have enough money… We can finally leave…”

You pushed him off of you as disbelief spread throughout your entire being. “What are you talking about, honey?”

“We have enough money to leave Seoul, baby. I already have an apartment in mind to check out. It is right up out price range; its perfect for us. Our past can stay behind us here, and we can start a new future. Together…” he squeezed your hand as tears flooded your eyes. You couldn’t believe it; you have been waiting so long to leave Seoul. It held to much pain and sad memories. America may not be all that it’s cracked up to be, but at least it didn’t hold the painful memories which haunted your thoughts. A new life is all you need, and finally, it was time to leave. “Oh shit! Oh my god, baby… I can’t believe it!” it was your turn to jump on him, sitting on his lap as you hugged him with all the love within you. “Finally!” your tears stained his white shirt, sobbing uncontrollably. And it didn’t bother him one bit. He usually hated seeing you cry, but it was an exception this time. As long as it wasn’t someone else making you cry, tears were allowed to flow. “When are we leaving??”

“As soon as possible, baby,” he said and in response, you jumped out his arms instantly.

“Then we need to start packing right now!” you were so excited; you could barely breath. Moon-jo smiled and nodded. He enjoyed seeing you this happy, so enthusiastic about life. “I have so much I need to pack. I-”

“Breathe, wife. We have time.” He knew what you were so excited, and it made him even more happy. Was it all apart of his plan to isolate you from your friends and family from the very beginning? Yes… but now, things have changed. A little bit. All he wanted was you to himself, and finally, he had you to himself, and soon, all the way across the ocean.

A Month Later…

You walked off the airplane with hope in your eyes… you were finally here. And it was beautiful. It was the Christmas season, and snow coated the sidewalks outside. White flakes fell from the clouds for tis the season. And Moon-jo held your hand the entire time. It was a new chapter of your life, and you couldn’t wait to finally start it, even though it just began a few minutes ago. After grabbing your luggage that had clothes which would only last a few days on end (the moving truck had everything else), you walked outside into the freezing cold and gasped, “Moon-jo… we did it.”

“It’s too tight, Maria! I can hardly breathe!” you huffed as one of your many maids tightened the strings of your ball gown. And what a beautiful gown it was. A sleeveless green dress hugged the curves of your body as the skirt expanded at the waist. Gold lace covered the emerald material underneath the buss, and found underneath the puffy layers of tulle fabric was your pair of gold heels. Heels weren’t your first choice, due to the fact that your feet swelled like yeast-filled dough (one of the repercussions of being eight months pregnant), and if it were up to you, shoes in general would be out of the picture. But going to the annual Royal Christmas Ball shoeless isn’t worth the scandal, so you were bound to have your feet confined.

“I’m sorry, your highness. The royal tailor must have had incorrect measurements, but there isn’t much we can do in the time being. King Namjoon is waiting for your companionship,” Maria crossed her arms and looked at you with a familiar stern face. For as long as you remember, Maria has been by your side, treating all your needs since you could speak your requests. Elderly was the proper term to describe her, but her mind was sharp. Even while being in her late 50’s, she still moved throughout the palace as if she was still in her youthful years. She was a punctual woman, unlike you. And due to the fact that you were behind schedule by a few minutes, she began to get anxious in your presence. “We must take our leave now.”

You nodded, courteously bowing your head to the maid which assisted you with the gown. She scurried off and disappeared down the hall. “How do I look, Maria?”

“Absolutely breathtaking, as always. I will escort you down the hall, and then I must make my departure. His highness is waiting to take your hand at the bottom of the staircase. I wouldn’t like to hear the complaints of the crowd due to your late arrival,” Maria let out a light chuckle as the two of you made your way out the styling room to the long hallway.

Walking down the hall, you observed the many family portraits which lined the walls. The Kim lineage was portrayed through the gold frames, one after another. Most faces, though, were unfamiliar since you weren’t born into royalty; you were married into royalty.

Three years ago, Kim Namjoon’s fate rested in the hand of his father, the previous king, who reminded Namjoon that to gain the throne, he had to find himself a fair maiden to be his queen. The idea of marriage wasn’t foreign to Namjoon, for he knew his duty as king was to produce heirs to take care of his kingdom after his passing, but marrying a princess from a far-away land wasn’t exactly what he wanted. Princesses were too needy, always wanting more than what they have in the present. Also, marriage, to Namjoon, was a sacred thing, only wanting to be wed because of love, not alliances. And when he met you, he craved for your love, knowing that you were the woman which his heart desired. Your father was a baker, a very good baker that is. Weekly, he would deliver baked goods to the palace through horseback; a basket of cakes and biscuits was handed off to the palace guards every Monday morning. And Prince Namjoon ( at this moments of time, the throne still belonged to his father) loved the sweet taste of the fluffy vanilla cakes and the snap of the biscuits, so he made it his goal to meet the man who made them. It was a cold winter’s morn when the young prince begged the soldiers to let their guards down so he could met the creator of the delicious desserts. He expected a elderly man to come to the gates of the palace, but to his surprise, it was you, a twenty year-old maiden who looked as beautiful as she did clueless.

“What brings you to the gates of the palace on a cold winter’s morning?” Namjoon questioned, looking down at you. He didn’t know how to talk to peasants, so this affair was new for him.

“My name is Y/N, and my father asked me to deliver his baked goods on his behalf; he caught a fever due to the change in weather. Are you the guard whom I was told to deliver this basket?” you hadn’t dare look up at the man’s eyes which seemed as if they were piercing through your entire being. It was your first time at the palace, and blood pulsed strongly through your veins. You couldn’t imagine how silly you probably looked. A immature peasant, a woman to worsen the fact, riding on horseback in the snow with a basket of biscuits weighing her down, now at the foot of the palace with confusion written all over her face.

“Well, A guard I am not, but I am here to accept your offering. I admire your father’s talent. He is a man of great skill in the kitchen. Pay my regards to him?” the prince said as he saw the way your body shivered; you were only wearing a worn-out dress and a shawl.

“I will, sir. I will make my departure now on your approval” you turned around to leave, still not getting a good look at the mans face.

“I will not approve such a request. I will not allow you to leave wearing such little clothing to protect you from this harsh cold. Does your health not concern you? It greatly concerns me.” Namjoon’s voice scared you as you looked up at him. It was the first time you had a really good look at him. His brown eyes looked deeply into yours, reading you like a book. His tall and well-built stature was admirable, and his tan skin was beautiful. He was handsome, gorgeous even. He had no place being a palace guard, if he was one; you believed that he should be performing Shakspere on the king’s stage or he should be feasting with the dukes, not standing outside the cold gates of the palace.

“T-thank you for your concerns, sir. But I should make my way. My father is expecting me, and I wouldn’t want to scare his poor heart by arriving home at an ungodly hour,” you felt humiliated. You didn’t know in which way to respond to the man, so when he tilted his head, you hadn’t the clue if you offended him.

Namjoon shook his head, “I, Prince Namjoon, demand that I accompany you home, so I will call a carriage and sit by your side on the journey home. Yes?”

Your jaw dropped at the revealed identity of the “guard.” He is Prince Namjoon. You were in the presence of thee Prince Namjoon. No wonder his appearance was fairer than one of a palace guard. You instantly bowed in front of him, begging for his forgiveness, “Please forgive me for my sudden rudeness. I hadn’t the faintest clue. I- I-”

He reached down and tilted your chin up to him, eyes now piercing through you. “No need for forgiveness; you hadn’t done any wrong doings.” Namjoon smiled at you as redness flooded your cheeks. He called over the nearby guards to request a horse and carriage, and once the guards were on their way, he looked back at you. You looked nervous, scared even. But he didn’t want to invade your privacy, so he kept his mouth shut.

After a few minutes which seemed like hours, the carriage finally arrived. After handing off the basket to one the guards, he guided you into the carriage. Sitting on the plush seats was a shaw which was heavier than your previous one. “Put it on; I can see the goosebumps pierce through your soft skin. I hate to see you shivering,” the prince commanded and you obeyed his requests instantly.

The ride home was quiet, the only sound heard was the trotting of the horse. Namjoon, though, found your presence comforting. A few words were exchanged nearing the end of your voyage, not many, but enough to reveal your personality to him. You were sweet, kind, shy, but he could see that a spirit of boldness hid within you, and it was trying to escape. You were also innocent, oh so innocent. You saw the world through such a pure lense; and that made Namjoon envy you. He wished he saw the world as you did, a beautiful planet full of people to meet and places to explore. He saw the world as a burden, a dark place full of problems and despair. And unlike anything in his lifetime, he felt as if a gracious spark had been lit due to your presence. And such sadness went through him when the carriage stopped; it sat in front of the bakery, your fathers bakery.

“It has been a pleasure, Y/N,” Namjoon lowered his head and picked up your hand. His lips laid a delicate kiss on your soft skin and shivers made their way down your spine. You blushed as the carriage driver handled you out of the cart. You curtseyed for the Prince, and a beautiful smile, one which Namjoon had never seen before, spread across your face. “Will I ever see you again? I would love to see your beautiful smile once more.”

“In seven days, at sunrise, I will be at the palace gates with a basket of cakes and tarts,” and before you turned around to walk into the bakery, you looked into his eyes, “I am beyond grateful, and I would like to make it up to you some other moment in time.” And then you disappeared into the shop full of sweet treats.

You were a gorgeous creature, and Namjoon made it his mission to see you once again. And on the seventh sunrise, he stood at the gates, waiting to see your beautiful figure mounted on a horse. And only a few moments of arriving at the cold metal, he saw your shadow through the thickset fog. His heart erupted with joy like a fountain flowing with an abundant amount of water.

That is how the relationship began. The small Monday morning meetings turned into long walks in the palace gardens. He longed for your presence, and it seemed as if he couldn’t get enough of it. Weeks seemed to come and go, and he came to the realization that he loved you, he truly loved you. And his heart only belonged to you. If he were to marry another, Namjoon would feel as if he betrayed you. So he approached his father with such the request of marrying a peasant girl. At first, his father scoffed, finding it quite amusing how a man in such high position would wed a village baker. But after realizing how serious Namjoon was, the King accepted the outrageous request. And he knew your father. Your father was a dedicated and hardworking man, so the King trusted Namjoon’s judgement.

Your love story was unlike any other… having met in winter, engaged in spring, and wed in summer. And the love you had for Namjoon was indescribable.

“Queen Y/N, your presence is required at the bottom of the steps. His royal highness is waiting for your hand,” Maria’s voice interrupted your thoughts. You suddenly were made aware of your current state; you stood at the top of the staircase. The crowd waited to see their queen, a glass full of champagne rested in the hands of each and every man.

And as the music of the orchestra quieted down, the butler announced in a very loud voice, “ Now, let us welcome Queen Y/N with great applause and cheers!”

You looked down at your kingdom, your glorious kingdom. A sense of pride seemed to run through your veins as you did a slight curtsey. Then you eyed Namjoon as you lowered yourself down the steps, both hands resting the protruding skin of your belly. Once standing on the tile of the ballroom, the familiar notion of Namjoon laying a delicate kiss on your hand brought a flush to your skin.

“King Namjoon and Queen Y/N!” the butler rose his glass in the air. All glasses were in the air in a matter of seconds, a toast being made to their gracious and merciful king and queen. Applauds bounced off the walls of the ballroom, and a smile formed on the faces of you and your beloved.

You had designated seats on your gold thrones on the back wall, and once seated, the view before you was memorizing. To the right was the orchestra, to your left sat your handsome husband. A red suit and a crown decorated with rubies and emeralds adorned his body. On the ceiling of the glorious ballroom was a chandelier, the light which illuminated from the beautiful artwork made the many women’s ballgowns sparkle. The traditional Christmas Poinsettas hung from the walls and a dark velvet carpet coated the white tile of the floor.

“What a sight to see, my queen; a kingdom dancing until their hearts are filled with contentment,” Namjoon spoke in his usual baritone voice. “If you weren’t bearing my sweet heir, we both would be swaying in each other’s arms.”

Your head tilted to the side to look at his solemn, yet loving, glare. “It will only be in a few years time when we will be teaching our loving child to waltz.”

“Time is a precious object, my dear. Let’s not waste it on imagining the mere future, but dwell in the present. And must I say, that dress compliments your expectant figure beautifully.” King Namjoon ogled at your body, admiring his queen with such affection that one couldn’t explain with words. “If I per say, I shall give my compliments to the tailor for suiting your form so perfectly.”

He looked at you as if you were his precious gift, a present sent from the heavenly angels who rested up above.

“That is questionable, my king. As the maid tightened it, it felt as if I couldn’t breathe.” You rested your hands upon your belly for without a doubt, the baby which squirmed inside you kicked. A gasp left your lips; you felt the baby kick in previous times, but a kick had never felt so strong before as this one. “Namjoon, place your hand upon me. It seems as if the baby enjoys the waltz.”

Namjoon moved his hand upon your skin and a grin spread across his face. “It seems so.” Feeling the baby kick within you brought a flood of emotions throughout Namjoon. It was his heir. His child whom would take on the task of being the kingdom’s prince or princess. And what tiring task it is, without a doubt, but he had faith in his seed.

His thoughts were interrupted as a fellow duke approached the thrones. Duke George was his name, and what a fair duke he was.

The duke bowed in respect of his fellow royalty, “Merry Christmas, my dear queen and king. Do I have permission to ask a request which has been haunting my mind for multiple weeks?”

“Merry Christmas, Duke George. I give you permission. Ask away, my dear friend, for the king is listening” Namjoon told his fellow friend, his smile turning cross. Oh, how you admired his authoritative figure. He was able to take charge; he knew how to command a room. And he did, he did it very well. As king, he was in charge, and in the sheets of the royal bed, he controlled in all aspects. And you shant disobey him, for knowing the punishment of disobedience is the unthinkable. Only a few nights ago were you tied with velvet ropes to the gold bed frames. Velvet tended to be his favorite color, symbolizing lust, and with him being dressed in such a color at the annual Christmas ball had your thighs tightly clenched together as you sat on your throne.

“Do you agree, my beloved?” Namjoon asked, instantly removing you from your fantasies and bringing you back to reality. Duke George stood before you, waiting for an approval from your lips.

“Very much so…” you gazed at your king with a look in your eye that only he would recognize. His right eyebrow rose.

“Mmm. The queen has spoken. Have a merry Christmas, dear Duke. I wish you nothing but great tidings,” your husband’s head dipped, showing respect to his pere. The duke bowed with a look of appreciation and made his way. Once the duke was seen dancing upon the ballroom floor, Namjoon’s curiosity seemed to peak. “May I ask, why is such a look present upon thine face?”

“I am ecstatic, my dear. You know how much balls enthrall me,” you lied.

“You shan’t lie to me. I know you better than thee knows thyself. Now, tell me. What thoughts filled your mind only a few minutes ago?” your husband tightened his grip on the golden handrails of his majestic throne. “Honesty will only bring you rewards.”

“I remembered our rendezvous which took place a few dark nights ago; the way you made me feel will forever cloud my once pure mind. Shall I reminisce some more?” your hand made its way to his, laying it delicately on top.

“I think I remember quite well. The use of the velvet ropes had your voice moaning for more, did they not?” his voice turned into a whisper, for you were still at the ball. If any would hear the conversation, they would forever make a mockery of their queen and king.

“Yes, my king.”

“Mmm… forever so submissive. Wait until the clock strikes eleven, and if you prefer, I could have you in the same way I had you only a few nights prior. Would you like that?” he questioned, a sly smirk was found on his face. Oh how you would like that. You would like it very much.

“I would love that,” you removed your hand from the throne and laid it back on the bump of your belly. Namjoon’s eyes followed your movement and a quiet “Mmm” was heard from his lips.

The night seemed to move at the pace of a mere turtle, each second dragging on. You had a fun time, of course; balls were your favorite. But this time you seemed quite distracted, mind wandering every few seconds, and Namjoon’s subtle reminders brought you back to the present. Scarcely, a man or woman of the upper class would approach you and compliment your figure, due to the fact that you were bearing the king’s child. Of course, you responded with a simple, “Thank you.” But that didn’t tame your wild insecurities.

And eventually, the night came to a close. “Christmas is meant for fellowship, and I truly believe that tonight was filled with fellowship and joy. Sadly, the night has come to a close. Parting is such sweet sorrow. May I wish safe travels for each royal family present.” The king bowed his head down; and you followed his action, imitating him, and the two of you made your departure from the ballroom.

Finally…

“Poor girl, your feet swelled in abundance tonight. Lay them on me; I will gladly relieve your pain,” your husband suggested as he laid on your shared mattress in the royal bedroom. You lay on the bed coated in your nightgown made out of the finest silk imaginable as you propped your pain instilled- feet on your husbands lap. He reached for the oils which sat on the nightstand and coated his hands with the fine liquid. As he massaged the balls of your feet, you leaned your head back as a moan escaped your soft lips.

“Mmm, husband. That feels extraordinary.”

“I vowed to take care of you when I took your hand in marriage, and I take vows very seriously, my love. Do you understand the words which leave my mouth?”

A simple nod was your response as pleasure spread throughout your being.

“May I ask, Y/N, how did you enjoy this evening? A beautiful woman at a beautiful ball was appealing to many,” Namjoon worked miracles with his touch.

“You are telling fibs, my dear husband,” an uncontrolled giggle fell off your tongue

“I am many things, but a liar, I am not. What is bringing about these thoughts?”

Your walls which once stood so high broke down. Words seemed to flood from your mouth as you explained your sudden insecurities. His face portrayed so many emotions, most of which were confused. He couldn’t seem to figure out what in heavens name you were talking about. You were his most prized possession, his goddess, his muse.

“Lean back on me,” he commanded without warning; and within a second, your lightly clothed back was against the bare skin of his soft chest. As he lifted up your silk nightgown, his hands instantly relocated to your heavy breasts and he started his ministrations. “Do you not see yourself the way I see you?”

As he moved his hands lower and lower, you felt his soft, yet tough, touch on the protruding skin of your belly. “In what way do you see me? Because I dare not see myself in the same way.”

“I see you as a goddess, my love. A muse needing to be worshiped. A creation created by the gods’ special hands. Aphrodite in an earthy form, don’t you agree?”

You denied his statement, and in response, his calloused fingers made his way to your womanhood.

“It is a dear pity that you don’t see yourself as such. A queen in doubt… unbelievable. Do I not tell you how gorgeous of a woman you are every sunrise? When the sun pierces through, do I not lay a gentle kiss on the top of your head, simply reminding you of my affection?” Namjoon navigated his fingers inside of you, a quiet squeak leaving your lips.

“Oh gods… Namjoon…” those words came short of a whisper. He heard you as it was his job to hear every noise from your innocent mouth. He loved to hear you gasp in pleasure, moan in ecstasy, and how he would steal the moon and stars just to hear your whimpers. The whimpers which were designed for his ears to hear, and only his…  forever

“Since a child has been within you, have I not reminded you of how well you carry my heir? An heir. My heir grows within you, and oh Y/N, motherhood suits you, a goddess of fertility if I must say. A body so perfect to hold my son or daughter” as he pushed his fingers farther within you, he seemed to press into the spot which sent you crying out your dear king's name repeatedly. It was as if you saw heaven, stars clouding your vision. Life seemed to move at a snail's pace for a mere second as recovering from your eruption of pleasure seemed tortuous for your body which was worn out from exhaustion.

“Namjoon… please… come within me. I tend not to beg, but in the moon’s light, I am desperate,” you squirmed in his tight grasp, chest heaving up and down due to his ministrations. A sly smirk spread across his face as his cocky spirit reappeared. It was as if when it came to you, humbleness was never present.

“If I am correct, a velvet rope crossed your thoughts earlier, but I would rather save that for a later time, my love. I would much rather dwell in your presence without any restrictions. Mmm?” he laid you on the bed as if you were a piece of thin glass, treating you as if any harsh touch would cause you to shatter into hundreds of pieces.

You agreed, without a doubt, for all you wanted to do was hold him until the sun rose. And when his hard member was felt within your insides, a gasp left your lips. “My king… you please me so well.”

“It is my job, my dear wife. Do you not feel how deep I am inside you?” he started to begin his thrusting, “Do you not feel how much I savor the softness of your womanhood? You squeeze me as if it was our first time.” He let out soft curses as he bent down to kiss the skin of your neck, his lips staining your body with bruises to remind him of this night.

For it was only in a few minutes time would he become undone within you, a loud moan of your name leaving his mouth. And that night, you dwelled in the presence of each other. His hand lay on your belly; it seemed as if it were permanently placed there, not moving as sleep began to overtake your husband. He could find his comfort in you, and royalty wasn’t an easy task. You were his solace, his peace, his home. And as you began to doze off as well, you could only murmur a quiet “I love you” before darkness coated your view.

“So this is it, huh?” you looked up at your apartment building. When you agreed to room with a complete stranger, you didn’t expect it to be like this.

Ok, first off, it wasn’t a complete stranger. You were smarter than that. After you lost your place, you were desperate for somewhere to stay. And your childhood best friend, Yoongi, recommend that one of his friends had a two bedroom, two bathroom apartment and was looking for a roommate. And you trusted Yoongi more than anything. So you agreed to give him a call. The man’s name was Moon-jo. Seo Moon-jo.  When you talked to him on the phone, he seemed normal. Nothing seemed off about him, and after calculating the rent which you both would split, you decided that the smartest thing to do would be to accept his offer. I mean… what could go wrong?

So when you pulled up at your now-apartment, you were in awe. You expected a shabby place with dirty walls. But you were wrong. It was a beautiful complex. You even looked down at your phone to make sure you were in the right place, and you were.

You made your way inside, and once inside, you were greeted by the front desk lady. She seemed nice, maybe in her fifties, with black curly hair and a pretty smile. “Hello, dear. What can I do to help you this afternoon?”

“I’m moving into Room 523 on Floor 5. Well, not by myself, I’m moving in with a roommate,” you said as you rolled your suitcase back and forth on the ground.

“Mmm, oh Moon-jo told me about you! He said he was expecting someone,” she reached out and handed you a key, “here you go. Elevator’s that way.” The lady pointed down the hall. “Hope you enjoy your stay.”

“Thank you, Miss-“ you paused before you looked down at her name tag. “Thank you Miss Park.” You bowed politely and made your way to the elevator.

You were nervous. What if you were moving in with a creep? What if Moon-jo thinks you are a creep? All these what-ifs were going on your mind as the elevator rose to floor 5.

Ding! Ding!

“Shit…” You whispered as the doors opened. Floor five was nice. Rooms ran up and down the halls, and it was quiet. Too quiet. Finally, you reached your room. It looked normal. Nothing stood out about it. It just looked like every other room. After knocking twice, the door opened in a blink of an eye. 
 “Well, hello. Y/N, right?” His voice rang through your ears, and you instantly looked up at him.

Fuck, Moon-jo looked good. His dark brown hair fell in front of his gorgeous brown eyes. He wore a form fitting button up white shirt with black slacks. He looked comfortable yet proper. Glasses sat on the tip of his broad nose. He looked professional, like he was a businessman or a doctor.

“Y/N?” Moon-jo repeated your name with a slight chuckle, bringing you back to reality. You probably looked so dumb. You admit it, you were awestruck. But you didn’t want him to know that. But he could tell.

“Yes! Sorry. I’m Y/N. Moon-jo?”

“Mmhm. Nice to meet you. Welcome to my, well, our humble home. Come on in,” he reached his right arm out, welcoming you to his humble abode.

The room was big. Huge even. The door opened up to the huge living room. The TV hung on the wall, and a white couch sat infront of it. What separated the living room from the kitchen was an island which was covered in white tile. The kitchen… wow… the kitchen was absolutely beautiful. The counters were coated in white tile, and the stove was flameless. Down the long hall were two bedrooms on opposite sides. A bathroom sat right next to the bedroom, and you were glad that you had your own bathroom. Sharing a bathroom with a man might have been a struggle.

“Let me take your luggage,” Moon-jo reached out and grabbed your suitcases. “Your bedroom is down the hall to the left. Look around. Make yourself at home.”

You nodded and smiled, “Thank you…”

He did a slight bow and grinned back. Fuck, he has nice teeth too. He had a beautiful smile. A fucking gorgeous smile. You walked to the kitchen and glided your hands across the smooth white tile. Gorgeous. You loved this kitchen; you loved to cook so you were imagining all the fancy meals you could prepare

The living room was also gorgeous. The couch was comfortable as well. Sitting on the coffee table was a picture. A picture of Moon-jo. Well, not Moon-jo by himself, but Moon-jo with a lot of other professionals. They all were wearing white jackets. What is he? A doctor? A nurse?

“A dentist.” Moon-jo’s voice interrupted your thoughts.

“Huh?” You snapped out of your own little world and questioned him.

“I’m a dentist. And my hours are long, so I am not home that often. I might run into you every once and awhile. But I know you still want your privacy, so I won’t disturb you. I don’t mind having a little company while I am home, so if you ever want to talk after a long day, I’m right down the hall.” He chuckled. He looked down on you, literally. He was a few inches taller than you which intimidated you. But you maintained a smile on your face.

“Oh ok! I’ll keep that in mind. I’m usually at school all day, so I won’t be back til late at night as well,” you sat down on the couch as he sat down across from you in one of his white armchairs.

“What do you study?” He questioned you as he took his glasses off and set them on the coffee table.

“I study psychology. Don’t laugh, but I want to work at a mental hospital in the mere future.” you looked down, embarrassed of your career choice.

“Don’t be embarrassed, Y/N” Moon-jo crossed his arms and leaned back. This man was practically man-spreading infront of you and you were flipping out internally. “A mental hospital. Huh. What draws you toward that?”

Your eyes lit up in anticipation. “Oh! Ever since I was little, I was interested in the mind of those who perform abnormal behavior.“

“Like psychopaths?” Moon-jo’s eyes lit up as well. It seemed as if he enjoyed the topic of conversation.

“Exactly.” you grinned. You enjoyed talking about what you loved. And Moon-jo seemed to enjoy it too.

“You know, you may meet people like that on a day to day basis without actually knowing. Psychopaths are very good at covering up their true identity,” he nodded his head forward. He could tell that you were very enthusiastic about the topic; he loved that about you already.

“I know. And that is why I was iffy on moving in with a complete stranger. But you seem pretty normal to me,” you laughed and he laughed along with you. He seemed to find that comment amusing. And you wondered why, but it was none of your business.

“Mmm.” he stood up out of his chair and began to walk to the door. “I have a work dinner tonight. It was great talking to you. I would love to do it another time.”

“Well, we are roommates after all.” you stood up as well, smiling at him.

“Have a great day, Y/N.” he closed the door and left the apartment.

You could get used to this. A hot roomie? And he was polite? You seemed to enjoy this… and it was only the first day. But you had no idea what was about to come.

His good girl. You were his good girl. Once you accepted his request to come home with him, he knew you were his. That night, you both spent quality time together, talking about life and love.

Now it was three weeks later; you wouldn’t technically say that you were dating, but Jimin would say otherwise. Why would you need to go out with other people when you have him? And Jimin’s anger truly erupted when you canceled what he considered a date night to hang out with a “friend”, so angry that he decided to follow you. He followed you to a restaurant, and there he was. Your “friend.” His name was Felix. He was fairly attractive. Fair skin with brown hair and brown eyes. But Jimin knew he was better. 

Sitting at the nearby bar away from you view, he watched as you two conversed. Jimin watched the way the man talked with you, the way he touched your hand whenever you got passionate about the topic of the conversation, the way his eyes looked you up and down. It made Jimin mad. How dare he look at you like that? How dare he touch you? Every once and awhile, he would talk to you in English which left Jimin feeling confused. Not like Jimin didn’t understand English, he did, but he wasn’t fluent. It took everything in his power not to go over to your table and talk some sense into Felix, but instead, he had another plan. 

As Felix walked to his car that night, Jimin followed close behind, not wanting to scare his new victim. And a silenced “help”  escaped Felix’s mouth as his throat was slit with a knife. Jimin killed him. And a smile spread across the murderers face. Oh what a job well done. Jimin was a smart man, so he knew exactly how to cover up his tracts. Felix’s death would rule out as a suicide. And Jimin would remain a free man. 

That night, you cried in Jimin’s arms, knowing what had happened to your dearest friend.

“Who would do this??” you sobbed as you tightened your fist. how dare someone kill one of your best friends, one of your only friends that is. 

“The police said it was a suicide, love. He did it too himself. There was nothing you could have done,” Jimin grabbed your hand which was balled up in a fist and kissed the palm of your hand over and over, hoping that you would find some relief through his light touch. 

“Did I say something wrong at dinner? Maybe I should have walked him to his car. How selfish of me to just wave a goodbye. I-“

“Y/F/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, you are anything but selfish. You shine more than the stars in the sky, and everyone can see that. Don’t blame yourself for anything but stealing my heart,” he could never fail to bring a blush to your face as he kissed the top of your head. You could alway trust him for reassurance, and Jimin always reminded you that you were the most precious beings on earth. And you loved him for that. 

You snuggled into his chest as you both lay on his king sized bed. “Jimin-shi, stop…” 

“Do you not believe me? Want me to show you?” He looked down on you with a gaze such as a predator looking at his prey. In an instant, you saw a new side of him. He looked stern, scary even. “Answer me, Y/N. When I ask a question, I expect an answer.”

You shrunk in his grasp, “Show me, Jimin. Please.”

A smirk spread across his face as he slowly unzipped the back of your dress, “Always so polite.” You wanted to hide as your dress was removed from your clammy body. You hated your body; it was never just how you would like it to be. So when Jimin looked you up and down with lust in his eyes, it was a new experience for you. “I knew you were perfect, but I didn’t know your body looked this sexy. Y/N, don’t ever be ashamed of your nude body around me. Ok?” 

You nodded as chills were felt down your spine. “W-where do you want me?” 

“I want you to lay down on your back, baby. I want to make you feel good,” he waited, not knowing how you were going to respond to his request. But in an instant, you were laying on the bed, eyes full of innocence. Jimin made his way to the end of the bed and opened up your thighs. Your reflexes tried to squeeze them together, but he tsked in disapproval. “Keep em open, Y/N.” And he dove in like a man starved. Your panties were thrown on the floor, and his tongue was deep inside you. Every touch made you shutter and a quiet moan was heard out of your shy mouth. He paused and looked up at you. Oh, how beautiful you sound. Your moans were like music to his ears, and he wanted to hear the symphony over and over again. 

“W-what? Did I do something wrong?” You were so scared; maybe he didn’t like what he saw. Maybe he regretted going down on you.

“Fuck, your noises are so sexy. Can you make some more for me? I want to hear you…” he told you as he went down on you again. And when his tongue hit your pleasure point, your back arched.

“Oh fuck Jimin!!!” you came so fast in that moment that stars were seen behind your lids. Your ears were ringing as pleasure over took your body. Uncontrollable mumbles escaped your lips as your words sounded slurred together. And Jimin looked at you in wonder. You were such a beautiful creature, created perfectly. And when he noticed your uneven breathing, he left from your thighs and kissed you on the lips with a firing passion. 

“It is ok, Y/N. Was that your first orgasm? Ever? Are you a virgin?” He asked you as your body finally started to calm down due to your overwhelming pleasure.

“Yeah. This is all new to me, so I am sorry if I do anything wrong…” you hung your head in embarrassment. Great. You were now the 24 year old virgin. 

“Oh, baby. I am going to corrupt you… you are going to be mine to ruin,” he couldn’t have been happier. And when he looked up at you, you shrunk in fear. It was those eyes again. Those eyes that scared you, but drew you to him. They were looking right at you. And you had no clue what he wanted from you. You shared no words, and that left you clueless. But graciously, you watched enough porn to know what was supposed to happen next. So you got off the bed, and got on your knees. A smirk spread across Jimin’s face as he made his way to sit at the edge of his king sized bed. 

“You are wearing too much clothes,” you looked up at him and reached out to help him unbutton his shirt. And he let you do it, allowing you to slowly undo each button. Your delicate fingers pushed off his shirt which revealed his broad chest. Oh, he was so so sexy. Fuck. You, then, took off his pants and boxers which left him completely naked. You were intimidated by his large frame. And his large member which was hard as rock, laying against his abs. He was so huge… so thick. You didn’t know where to start other than guiding your hand up and down his length, so you did. He leaned his head back and let out a few grunts and groans. But when you put your mouth on him, he let out a moan. 

“Just like that, baby girl. Your mouth is so warm and perfect. Fuck…” he thrusted into your mouth more as you choked. “Choke on it, shit, be a good whore.” Whore? Did he just call you a whore? You didn’t know how to feel, but you continued going. And when he pushed your head down farther on his cock, you loosened up your muscles to allow him to control you. Words of approval and praise left his mouth, and when he pulled your head off of his cock, you looked at him, surprised. 

“Did it not feel good? I-I’m sorry…. I should-“

His response was a spank on your ass, and you jerked in response. “It felt so good. You did perfect fo your first time, but you still have a lot to learn. I just didn’t want to cum just yet. Lay down.” 

And you obeyed, of course. You were his obedient girl after all. So you made your way to the bed and laid your body on the soft mattress. You were ready. So ready that you rushed Jimin since it seemed as if he was taking his dear sweet time. “Hurry up…” you whispered, and you regretted those words once they left your mouth.

“Are you rushing me? Such a bad girl. Who do you think you are!” He wrapped his hands around your throat and squeezed slightly. “I’m the one in charge. Understand?”

You nodded, squirming under his grasp. You were slowly loosing your ability to breath, and internally, you were panicking at that fact. “I’m sorry…” you breathed out. And he let go instantly. 

And once you apologized, he thrusted into you. He prepared you a little earlier, but there was still a slight sting. You hissed in pain. He glided his fingers down your cheek as you shut your eyes. “The pain will subside… Don’t worry.” And after a quick minute of calming yourself down, the sting eventually faded away, and in its place was pure pleasure. Once he saw that you were starting to feel good, he thrusted into you once again. It felt so good. He filled you up so good. 

“Daddy…” you moaned. Jimin’s eyes instantly looked at you and a quiet chuckle escaped his lips. Daddy. Huh. He had you. He had you good. And he knew that. It was all working out perfectly; his plan was going the way he wanted it too.

“Daddy? Didn’t know you had that in you, little girl…” Jimin smirked as he continued to fill you up over and over again. 

“Daddy… daddy… fuck. Can I cum? Please?!?” You begged, you couldn’t hold it in anymore. It just felt to good.

“I want us to cum at the same time. You better listen to me because little girls listen to their daddy, right?” You nodded, and his thrusts became speedier as he thrusted into you faster than he did before. You could tell that his climax was soon. As moans escaped both of your lips, he put his hand around your neck. There he goes again. But this time, you were turned on by his actions. Your gasps urged him to go harder, and Jimin felt his climax coming all at once.

“You can come for me, baby. Come for daddy, little girl.” Once those words left his mouth, you had the hardest orgasm imaginable. Stars filled your eyes and Jimin removed his hands from around your neck and lowered his head in your breasts. “Fuck.. fuck… I’m cumming!” And you felt his cum coat your insides. He was your everything and he was now apart of you. You basked in his presence as he pulled out and  laid next to you by your side. “Good girl…” he pulled you on his chest and you rested your head on his smooth, muscular chest. 

“Good thing I’m on birth control.” You giggled, “That was amazing, Jimin. But I’m sorry…”

“Sorry for what, baby? That was amazing.” Birth control huh? Jimin would have to find a way to get you off of it. He wouldn’t mind getting you pregnant.

“I shouldn’t have called you daddy… It probably made you uncomfortable. It just came out. I-“ you were stuttering. You were truly embarrassed, and it made Jimin smile. 

“I enjoyed it actually. I didn’t mind it one bit. Call me that more often.” Jimin looked at you with love in his eyes. 

“Ok.” You said as you began to doze off on his chest with a smile on your face. Finally, he had you in his grasp. His strong grasp. He officially stole your heart and mind. And you were all his. Forever.

hope you enjoyed!!

with much love,

a writer from no where!!