To The Hell And Back

V has only one purpose - to love you, regardless of the person you are, regardless of your sins. He will not leave you behind, unlike Taehyung. And that’s what makes him different from your other creations, makes him one of a kind. 

“You are home” V’s smile grows. You don’t know if you are finally going crazy or your machine’s boxy smile really looks real now. 

That was one of the few things you couldn’t perfect. Even though Namjoon provided you with the best artificial electronic skin, the boxy smile always fell short. It never really reached his eye and it disappointed you until you decided to accept it.

But while you worked at the lab, V stayed at your home, perfecting his smile while watching Taehyung’s videos and pictures, too eager to please you.  

The hard work paid off - his smile looks perfect now. 

“Did you work on your smile today?” you walk closer to him, inspecting his face, his perfectly clear fake skin. “What’s the success rate?” 

“99.99%” V replies, putting one of his mechanical arms around your waist and pulling you closer to him. 

“What-” 

“I want you, Y/N.” V demands, making goosebumps spread through the entirety of your body. 

This is not new. When you said V is not only your creation but also your guilty pleasure, you meant it.

He must be a machine, there are wires inside of his metal body instead of veins, codes run through those wires instead of blood - but it serves the purpose. 

V touches you and only you - he kisses you like you are the only person on this earth. His thrusts are no less than a human’s. Although the rhythm is weird at times but you can compromise that much. 

When Taehyung left you behind, broke up with you without offering an explanation - you thought you would find someone better, that you deserve someone better. 

But there is no guarantee that what Taehyung did to you, will not be repeated by someone else. The thought of getting to know someone, falling for them only to be left behind, scared you shitless. 

So, you decided to put your skill at work. You designed V, gave him Taehyung’s face, his voice, his height, his skin - every little detail. You refined him to love him, to adore, to see nothing but you. 

Giving the machine everything Taehyung has, and making him much better than the orginal - you took your revenge. 

You have mostly been successful - apart from the minor inconsistencies that need time to be perfected. 

For now though, V loves you more than Taehyung ever did. He makes love to you as effortlessly as he can. Although he hasn’t managed to pull an orgasm out of you yet, you believe he will be successful in one of these days. 

V doesn’t kiss you - not because he doesn’t know how to but because his mouth is dry, given the fact that you couldn’t replicate saliva formulation. That was just impossible, even for you. You are a mere scientist after all - not God. 

Taehyung throws you on the bed rather harshly but the rough treatment after a particularly hard day feels incredible to your hungry body. 

With that dazzling smile, he climbs on the bed and starts stripping you off. 

Once you are lying naked on the bed, he rolls his eyes from your head to toe, eyes getting stuck at the tiny hairy patch above your folds. “Fuck. so pretty! As always.” he licks his lips and his lips glisten. You frown at that but before you can question him anything, he places his thumb flat on your slit and pulls it apart, revealing your clit. 

He starts drawing slow circles with his thumb, you feel your pussy starting to leak already. A whine leaves through your lips as he puts a finger inside your hole. One of his large hands grabs both of your wrists and pins those above your head. 

This is the first time he is acting in such a way. You let him take the lead usually, but he doesn’t know how to be dominating properly just yet. Something had changed in him while you were away. 

Maybe the ML interface updated on its own. You did set it on auto-update, you recall. 

While you are still running scientific equations in your mind, V enters another finger in your hole. 

“You’re still so tight, baby!” he groans.

“V ahh” you moan. He scissors his fingers and then curls them hitting that one spot that gets you shivering. 

“Y-yes, right there!” your eyes roll back in pleasure. Only Taehyung knew how to reach that spot. 

Pleasure and pride flood through your body. V is getting more and more perfect in pleasuring you everyday. 

The coil in your stomach starts tightening and you get closer to your climax. 

“Are you close?” he asks, voice sounding so hoarse. There’s no way he can sound like this. 

“Y-yes. But-” he presses on the spot one last time, ripping a powerful orgasm out of you.  

Your mind is full of fog, your chest heaving up and down like you have run a marathon. This is the most powerful orgasm you have had after your break up with Taehyung. 

You are about to ask him a few questions, ask him how he learned these but again you get interrupted.  

V starts spreading your legs apart. With some difficulty, you hoist your head up to see him lining his cock on your entrance. At first he pushes the tip in. 

“V” you call him but he doesn’t respond. With another push, he puts his entire cock in. 

Fuck! He is so warm!! How did he- 

“Can I start moving?” 

“Wait-” you adjust him inside you, “move”. 

V starts rocking his hips. He starts slowly as usual but takes up the pace faster than ever. 

The bed starts creaking violently with his force. Each thrust is more powerful than the last one. Your moans, V’s grunts, and the skin slapping sounds are everything you can hear right now. Something drops on your belly - a drop of sweat most probably. But V can’t sweat. 

Your eyes shot open. 

“How are- how can you sweat-” 

V hits that spot with the tip of his cock, your words get cut short in the middle. Rather a thunderous moan leaves your lips, “taehyung-” 

Fuck! You just called the wrong name. Thank god, V is a machine and won’t mind-

“That’s right, baby, call my name,” he says. 

“What- fuck! I’m cumming.” the second orgasm rips out of you. Whenever you want V to stop, you just command him. This is how things work between him and the machine. 

But tonight, something is different. Before you can ask him to stop, he leans down and whispers in your ear, hot breath touching your skin, “a little more. I am close too.” 

“What- no! Who are you-” 

V places his hot wet mouth on yours, kissing you like a man starved. 

Taehyung! The cogs of your brain start working. This is Taehyung. But the pleasure is too much, too real to ignore, to protest. 

He keeps fucking you like a animal but soon his rythym wears out. Within a minute more, he spills inside you. 

His hot disposal spills out of your cunt as he pulls out his dick. 

Dread fills your veins. 

“What are you doing here?” your breath is still labored but this conversation is needed. 

“I am back baby.” Taehyung lays on top of yours, his sweaty body touching your naked one through the thin material of his tshirt. 

“Where is V?” tears prickle at the corner of your eyes. 

“The machine is gone, baby.” Taehyung laughs evilly, eyes crinkling with pure joy. 

You hate him.

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A nurse briefs you about the sudden surgery and you get to know that the patient is a celebrity, he has gotten into an accident and resulted in a raptured and dislocated shoulder. 

This is going to be a combination surgery and as a 4th year resident you are going to assist your professor. 

“Doc! This is your first VIP patient, all the best!” The nurse wishes you luck as you walk into the operation room. 

Back then you didn’t know that stepping into this OT was going to leave a major impact on your life. 

Patient Name: Min Yoongi Sex: Male Age: 30 

This doesn’t ring any bells. The name, the age - nothing seems to trigger the celebrity information stored in your brain. So, you opt for Naver’s help to get to know more about the VIP patient you just operated. 

And when you find out who he is - your jaw drops on the floor. 

Min Yoongi is Grammy winning rapper Agust D’s birth name. So, you just operated on a globally famous musician and had no clue about it? Great. 

But no.. no more cluelessness, not when his name can add great weight to your recommendation for fellowship. So, you make a mental point of checking up on him as often as possible when he is transferred to the ICU. 

You have only heard and read Yoongi’s name, well stage name, in news broadcasts and articles. If you have seen his face before, you don’t really recall and that’s not a bluff because you stay inside the hospital walls for days after days. 

So, when your eyes fall on a very pale, almost small, figure tucked inside the VIP ICU cabin - you almost don’t recognize him. 

Only the name plate outside the glass door alerts that he is the patient you are looking for. 

You do a quick check - note down his vitals, urination rate and everything else that’s needed. But just when you are about to step outside the cabin, the machines start beeping indicating a change in pulse rate. 

You turn to see his fingers moving. Oh! He is awake! 

“Min Yoongi-ssi! Min Yoongi-ssi! Can you hear me?” Your hands work with practiced grace, changing the machine settings and flashing a penlight on his pupils - you are confirmed that the man’s consciousness is now back. 

He groans as an answer, tries to peel his eyes open. 

“How are you feeling? Is there any pain?” you question again. 

“I- I’m fine. I don’t feel any p-pain” Yoongi’s voice is rough from being unused. 

“Great. Let me inform the professor. Try to keep your eyes open. Okay?” your words are spoken in a rush. You need to inform professor Shin as soon as possible. However, you are stopped from leaving for a second time as a frail touch circles around your finger. 

It’s Yoongi’s own digits. 

You look down at him to find him staring at you already. His eyes are hazy, unfocused, heavy with fatigue but something about his stare pins you to your place. Your heart does a weird flip as he keeps staring right at you. 

“Please- please don’t leave.” he utters and you have to take in a sharp inhale to stabilize your own pulse rate. What is this man even doing to you? 

As a doctor you should be accustomed to such situations now, but why.. Why do those words from him tug a heartstring?

And the touch… Why is this unsettling you so much? 

“I will. I will be right back, Yoongi-ssi.” you tap on his hand. He diverts his eyes, letting your fingers go. 

You will… definitely be back to him. 

For a person who spits fire on stage - Min Yoongi is rather quiet and shy in real life. 

After waking up and being shifted to a VIP room, Min Yoongi spends most of his time reading books. When you check up on him, he avoids looking into your eyes. It’s kind of disappointing if you are being honest. But what’s your right actually? Nothing. 

“Any uncomfortable feeling around your shoulder? Such as sharp pain or a throbbing ache?” you ask as usual for his routine check. He answers as usual with a small ‘no, nothing’. 

“Okay. Rest well, Min Yoongi-ssi.” you bow down, ready to leave him to his devices. 

“Doctor” Yoongi calls. You stop on your tracks. 

“Yes?” 

“When will I be discharged?”

“In a week. If no complications arise, which is highly unlikely in your case.” 

He nods thoughtfully, “thanks, doctor. I thought I would lose my shoulder for life.” 

“No need to thank me. It was our duty.” you smile at him. 

“I know. I know that but still… the way you have kept me under check. You probably have a tight schedule already but you still visit me twice each day. No other doctor paid me that much attention. It felt uh- reassuring in a way. So, thanks, doctor. I really mean it.” Now he smiles at you. Kind and beautiful. Your heart skips a bit. 

“It- it’s alright.” your cheeks feel hot. Fuck! This should not be happening! You need to act professional.

“You’re pretty, doctor.” Yoongi states. All of the professionalism you had in your body, melts into a puddle. 

Two years one month ago

“There is a bouquet for you.” your colleague alerts you as you clock in. 

“For me?” 

“Yeah. a thank you token, I guess, from a patient.” 

“Really?” 

“Yeah” he nods as he leaves the lounge. 

Your eyes fall on the bouquet readily. It’s a huge bunch of yellow tulips. Your mood brightens immediately. However, you fail to determine the sender. 

There’s a note attached to it, and you set your aim on it. 

The writing is simple, scratchy and just a line: 

“Thanks for everything, pretty doctor.” 

And in an instant you know who it is. As your smile stretches from ear to ear, you realize you are a goner already. 

Two years ago 

“I was looking for you.” the voice speaks from right behind you. You startle, stopping on your tracks so abruptly that another body smashes itself on your back. 

The same voice mutters a little “ooff”.  

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t– Min Yoongi-ssi?” you didn’t realize it’s him until you turned around to find the man tightly concealed under his mask and beanie. 

“Yeah. How are you, doctor?” he asks. There’s a hint of a smile in his voice. 

“I’m fine. What about you? Are you here for a check up?” you try to keep your heartbeats under check, but fail as he takes a step towards you. 

“I am doing really fine. And yes, I was here for my check up which is now done. Are you clocking out?” 

“Yes. after two days.” 

“Oh! That’s harsh. I guess you are tired then, would have asked you to have dinner with me if you were fine and free.” Yoongi teases. Your heart gallops inside your ribcage. 

“If you don’t mind smelling disinfectant during your dinner, I am in.” hope sprouts in your chest. 

“I am cool.” He takes another step towards you, you welcome him. 

Min Yoongi kisses like he is hungry. He groans in your mouth, tastes every corner with his tongue, rolls his hip against you. 

You lose your mind completely. 

“I like you, doctor. A lot.” he confesses in the middle of the kiss. 

“I like you too.” you let him know your thoughts. 

That night Yoongi came to your doorstep as an acquaintance but left as your boyfriend. It was an unexpected change but you loved every bit of it. 

Current time 

“Rapper and Producer Agust D aka Min Yoongi was seen in Santorini vacationing with a mystery woman. Fans speculate that it’s his long time girlfriend fashion designer Choi Inhye. Agency is yet to issue a statement.” 

A lone drop of your tear falls on your phone screen, right on Yoongi’s name. Your vision blurs as the memories of him take liquify in tears. 

It's funny, how his fans seem to know Inhye as his girlfriend while in truth you were the who held the title for last two years. Seems like everyone could see them - except for you.

All of those moments, all the time he chased you - he was actually running away from his pain of not being able to have Inhye. 

Yoongi used you. He used your love for his own benefit and you, like a fool, fell for his lies. But try as you might, you can’t bring yourself to hate him. He is a good person, a genuine one and your respect for him still stands tall. 

Or maybe it’s just that you love him too much? You love him more than you love yourself? And something like a gut feeling tells you that Yoongi will soon realize this too. And he will soon crawl back - but you hope, you would have no love left to offer him by then. 

“So have you got the guts? Been wondering if your heart's still open And if so, I wanna know what time it shuts”

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He pulls out the vibrator from his backpocket. And smiles dangerously at your widened eyes. 

“Kim Namjoon, what are you planning to do?” your voice betrays you. There’s more excitement than dread. 

“Jagi, you know you should be punished for the stunt you pulled today.” he says, one of his long fingers hooks on the thin material of your panty. He slides the article off of your body smoothly. Turning on the vibrator, he puts the tool right on your clit. 

“Fuck” you curse at the sensession. 

Your already sleek pussy starts pooling with warmth. The vibration feels delicious on your clit. Your eyes roll back, your back arch to press your nerve on the device even more. Your fists grab the bedsheets for your dear life. 

Namjoon chuckles darkly, “what a slut you are, jagi.” 

His finger probes into your hole without any warning. A loud moan spills through your lips, “Joon ah”. 

“Yeah baby, tell me what you want.” he asks, thrusting his finger at a rapid pace. 

“Joon, ung, please more” you somehow manage to utter despite the continuous assault. 

“Yeah? You want more?” Namjoon’s voice dips an octave lower as he adds another finger to your core, he presses the vibrator to your core even more. 

An incoherent sentence, some slew of curses make their way out of your mouth. Your vision gets blurry with tears of pleasure. You are close, so close. 

“Fuck baby! Look how you are clenching my fingers! Fuck” Namjoon curses. His voice, the apparent want in it, pushes you closer to your climax. 

“I.. I- I am close.” the knot in your stomach tightens. And then everything stops right away. 

Namjoon retracts his fingers, taking away the buzz of the tool as well! 

“Namjoon! What the fuck!” you scream in frustration. You were so close, just one step away from the euphoric feeling.

Namjoon only chuckles, “you really thought I would give it to you so easily? After you flirted with Hoseok like that?”  

Your boyfriend is a jealous gremlin, you should have remembered. 

“I wasn’t flirting with him, joon!” you whine. You are half naked and dripping on your sheets but he has to talk about his friend? How is that justified? 

“Oh you absolutely were.” he argues, starting to unbutton his shirt, “And you need to be punished for that.” 

Once his shirt is gone, revealing the honey-tanned skin of his chest, he starts unbuckling his belt.  

He stands before you wearing nothing but his boxers, almost matching your half-naked state. His hair is dishevelled, some strands are sticking to his sweat-sleeked forehead. Namjoon looks heavenly. You thank all the gods above for making him yours.  

“On your fours. Now.” his command registers. You fix your position, popping yourself up on your legs and hands. 

Before you can question him anything, a sharp slap lands on your ass. A shrill leaves through your parted mouth. 

“Tell me who do you belong to?” Namjoon questions, another slap rings as if punctuating his question. 

“You! You! You! I belong to you” you answer in a haste. 

“Then why did you flirt with Hoseok?” another slap. 

You know it’s not the right time to argue. 

“I’m sorry” another slap, “I’m sorry, joon. I will never flirt with him.” another slap. 

“Oh, so you will flirt with other men who are not him?” another slap. 

“No! Fuck!” the skin of your ass starts stinging deliciously. A pool of wetness gushes to your core. 

“Good girl” he praises and just when you thought that the spanks have come to an end, he humbles you with one last slap.

Your limbs are about to give up. But Namjoon holds your thighs apart, you hear shuffling. He takes off his boxers and drills his cock in your cunt in one go. You grasp. 

“Ooff! So fucking tight” he mumbles, adjusting himself inside you. “You okay?” 

You nod, giving him the green light for thrusting. He starts with a slow pace but right after two thrusts he picks up his speed. 

The bed starts creaking after a while. 

Namjoon fucks you in an inhumane pace. He curses in between his thrusts, finger nails dipping in the skin of your waist. 

For a second time tonight, you start inching towards your orgasm. But then Namjoon places the buzzing object on your clit again and you lose your wit. The orgasm that you could hold for a minute more, rushes out of you without any resistance. 

“Baby! You just creamed my cock!” Namjoon grumbles. You moan at his praise. 

Soon enough, his thrusts start losing rhythm. You know he is close too. 

Within a few more seconds, Namjoon screams, spilling his hot white release inside your cunt. 

His seed rains down your thigh, drenching the bedsheets. 

He leans down, places his head on your back. 

“Fuck baby! You are so hot. I can’t blame Hoseok for having eyes on you.” 

You only chuckle at his silliness.

He pulls out the vibrator from his backpocket. And smiles dangerously at your widened eyes. 

“Kim Namjoon, what are you planning to do?” your voice betrays you. There’s more excitement than dread. 

“Jagi, you know you should be punished for the stunt you pulled today.” he says, one of his long fingers hooks on the thin material of your panty. He slides the article off of your body smoothly. Turning on the vibrator, he puts the tool right on your clit. 

“Fuck” you curse at the sensession. 

Your already sleek pussy starts pooling with warmth. The vibration feels delicious on your clit. Your eyes roll back, your back arch to press your nerve on the device even more. Your fists grab the bedsheets for your dear life. 

Namjoon chuckles darkly, “what a slut you are, jagi.” 

His finger probes into your hole without any warning. A loud moan spills through your lips, “Joon ah”. 

“Yeah baby, tell me what you want.” he asks, thrusting his finger at a rapid pace. 

“Joon, ung, please more” you somehow manage to utter despite the continuous assault. 

“Yeah? You want more?” Namjoon’s voice dips an octave lower as he adds another finger to your core, he presses the vibrator to your core even more. 

An incoherent sentence, some slew of curses make their way out of your mouth. Your vision gets blurry with tears of pleasure. You are close, so close. 

“Fuck baby! Look how you are clenching my fingers! Fuck” Namjoon curses. His voice, the apparent want in it, pushes you closer to your climax. 

“I.. I- I am close.” the knot in your stomach tightens. And then everything stops right away. 

Namjoon retracts his fingers, taking away the buzz of the tool as well! 

“Namjoon! What the fuck!” you scream in frustration. You were so close, just one step away from the euphoric feeling.

Namjoon only chuckles, “you really thought I would give it to you so easily? After you flirted with Hoseok like that?”  

Your boyfriend is a jealous gremlin, you should have remembered. 

“I wasn’t flirting with him, joon!” you whine. You are half naked and dripping on your sheets but he has to talk about his friend? How is that justified? 

“Oh you absolutely were.” he argues, starting to unbutton his shirt, “And you need to be punished for that.” 

Once his shirt is gone, revealing the honey-tanned skin of his chest, he starts unbuckling his belt.  

He stands before you wearing nothing but his boxers, almost matching your half-naked state. His hair is dishevelled, some strands are sticking to his sweat-sleeked forehead. Namjoon looks heavenly. You thank all the gods above for making him yours.  

“On your fours. Now.” his command registers. You fix your position, popping yourself up on your legs and hands. 

Before you can question him anything, a sharp slap lands on your ass. A shrill leaves through your parted mouth. 

“Tell me who do you belong to?” Namjoon questions, another slap rings as if punctuating his question. 

“You! You! You! I belong to you” you answer in a haste. 

“Then why did you flirt with Hoseok?” another slap. 

You know it’s not the right time to argue. 

“I’m sorry” another slap, “I’m sorry, joon. I will never flirt with him.” another slap. 

“Oh, so you will flirt with other men who are not him?” another slap. 

“No! Fuck!” the skin of your ass starts stinging deliciously. A pool of wetness gushes to your core. 

“Good girl” he praises and just when you thought that the spanks have come to an end, he humbles you with one last slap.

Your limbs are about to give up. But Namjoon holds your thighs apart, you hear shuffling. He takes off his boxers and drills his cock in your cunt in one go. You grasp. 

“Ooff! So fucking tight” he mumbles, adjusting himself inside you. “You okay?” 

You nod, giving him the green light for thrusting. He starts with a slow pace but right after two thrusts he picks up his speed. 

The bed starts creaking after a while. 

Namjoon fucks you in an inhumane pace. He curses in between his thrusts, finger nails dipping in the skin of your waist. 

For a second time tonight, you start inching towards your orgasm. But then Namjoon places the buzzing object on your clit again and you lose your wit. The orgasm that you could hold for a minute more, rushes out of you without any resistance. 

“Baby! You just creamed my cock!” Namjoon grumbles. You moan at his praise. 

Soon enough, his thrusts start losing rhythm. You know he is close too. 

Within a few more seconds, Namjoon screams, spilling his hot white release inside your cunt. 

His seed rains down your thigh, drenching the bedsheets. 

He leans down, places his head on your back. 

“Fuck baby! You are so hot. I can’t blame Hoseok for having eyes on you.” 

You only chuckle at his silliness.