#btsrm

Kim Namjoon.

A name she knew all too well. He came around when he needed her, or she needed him. Even when he blew up and became an artist. He’d see her once or twice a year. That is, until he didn’t.

Three years of nothing, the message was clear. No text, no call, just the occasional likes on her instagram stories. Nothing more.

She heard he was in town for a quick break. She wasn’t expecting anything.

Knock knock. 2am.

She was still up anyway, too busy to know the time.

“Namjoon.” She breathed out. He looked fresh, like he’d taken a shower before coming to her doorstep.

“Hey, its been a while.” He smiles like he wasn’t gone for three years.

In those three years, a lot happened. A LOT.

“It has, come in. I’m sorry for the mess.” She clears the table a bit.

Namjoon noticed the bowl of ramen.

“Was that your midnight snack?” He chuckles and gets comfortable on the couch. “You finally replaced the old one.” He runs a hand on the back of the couch.

“It started to break apart. Can’t keep holding on to it.” She chuckles back and sits on the opposite side. “I’m so glad to see you.” She smiled.

That smile did something to Namjoon.

“Me too. First things first, I’m really sorry for… disappearing.” He looks away but she just gives him a small smile.

“You didn’t disappear. You got busy, you were dominating the world. I went to your concert last year before I… well, before life happened.” You rest a hand on his thigh. “How have you been?”

“Its great. More than I imagined.” Namjoon rests a hand on top of hers, his thumb caressing the side of her palm. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too.” Namjoon took it as a chance to pull her on his lap.

“I really did. You have no idea.” Namjoon rests his head on her shoulder, breathing in her scent. It gave him goosebumps. He can’t help himself, he lands a kiss on her clavicle, knowing damn well what that does to her.

“Namjoon.” His name came out breathy, she was holding it in. “You can’t just do that.” His hold on her waist tightens.

He doesn’t stop. He runs his tongue up her neck, earning a moan. And just like that, he tore down all the walls she had built up to keep her sane.

Suddenly she jumps off him.

“I can’t.” She was on the verge of tears. “I’m engaged.” She looks away from him, the guilt eating her up.

“I’m aware.” Namjoon doesn’t falter. He’s aware, yet he came here to see her. In the dead of the night, just like he used to. She looks at him, she didn’t know what to feel.

Regret? Anger? Disgust? Shame? Love? Desperation?

Her heart didn’t beat as fast as it does now when she was with her fiancè.

“You need to go.” She tries to sound composed. Her back to him.

“You don’t want that.” Namjoon stands up and wraps her in a back hug. “You want me.” She does. Every fiber in her being wants him more than she can express but she can’t. Not anymore.

“He’ll be home any minute.” You lie.

“We both know he’s in Tokyo and won’t be home for a while.” You aren’t surprised he knows. He’s got connections. “I knew how he proposed to you at some mediocre restaurant with some cheap ring even though you’ve only been together for what, 10 months? That’s low.”

You jab your elbow into his ribcage but he dodges, knowing you too much. He chuckles.

“I know you more than he will ever do.” Your eyes tell him all that he has to know. “You don’t love him.”

“Fuck you.” Your rage was going above your limit.

“Yes, baby, I do want to fuck you.” Namjoon steps closer again, his hand wrapping around your little throat.

“You need to go.” You say again, but knowing damn well that if he pushed you a bit more, you’d cave.

“Like that’s going to happen.” He chuckles and crashes his lips into yours.

All sense has left the room, your legs wrap around his waist the moment he lifts you up, clothes being peels off as you make it to the bed room.

He has you right where he wants you, with lega wide open, pussy drenched for him to slide in so easily without any foreplay, there’ll be plenty of time for that later.

Ah yes, your moans fill the air just how he likes it. Your scent staining his skin, your mouth calling his name. It’s what Namjoon has been imagining for years.

Each woman he fucked, he would call out your name, they couldn’t do anything about it. They were his toys to pass some time until he came home to you.

When he heard you were dating someone, he supposed it was temporary. But then you got engaged, he had to see you.

You aren’t allowed to be owned by anyone else but him. Not now more than ever since has his cock inside you again.

If he can’t have you, nobody can. He told you that when he left three years ago. You took it as a joke but he was dead serious.

“Namjoon, don’t—“ You warn a little too late. His cum already filling you up as your pussy pulses around his thick cock.

You’ve been off your birth control in preparation for your marriage. It’s not like your fiance was around often that you’d fuck all the time.

Your eyes filled with fear and worry were staring into Namjoon’s glossy ones. He know’s about the birth control, he introduced you to the doctor that gave them to you, he pays a huge lump of cash to the man just so he gets any information on you.

“One more.” Namjoon drills into you. “Come on, baby.”

“No, no, I’m not on birth control.” You managed to say and yet he flips you over and fucks into you.

You on the other hand begs him to stop yet your body completely welcomes him. Deep inside, you want his babies. You want him to fuck you like this every night for the rest of your fucking life. Unfortunately, you don’t know if he wants that with you.

Hence, the fiance.

You knew you were settling, being a woman in your 30s, longing for a man who could have any woman he wants was a waste. When your boyfriend of 10 months asked you to marry him on a random tuesday night, all you could do was say Yes.

That was only two weeks ago, two days after he proposed he was selected to join a team that would go to Tokyo to open a new office. and that would be 6 months tops. He said it was a rare opportunity, and it wasn’t like you were rushing the wedding. You were okay with it.

Namjoon knew you would be okay with it. He knew you would be left alone, he knew that tonight you’d stay up late because tonight, a new episode of your favorite series was coming out. He likes the thought of being the only person who knows you inside and out.

He knows that if he tilts his cock a little, you’d be screaming just as you are now.

“You’re mine.” He growls into your ear. “Take off that ring.”

As if you were in a trance, you take it off and toss it on the floor. You were willing to drop everything for Namjoon. And he knows it.

“Good girl. Now, fucking cum for me.” He reaches for your clit and helps you cum again.

You scream into the bed as you both ride your highs. His cum dripping down your leg.

“Tomorrow, were going somewhere.” All you could do was nod. He wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you closer. “I told you, if I can’t have you. No one can.” He places a kiss on your shoulder.

“Where are we going?” You managed to speak before your body completely shuts.

“Its a surprise, wear something white.” You nod again, his words no longer registering in your brain.

Namjoon smiles. Tomorrow will be the best day of your life. He’ll make sure of it.

——

You nodded as you gave him your number without any second thoughts.

Oh, that was one of your many mistakes. Your fate was already sealed.

After that, you and Jimin decided to keep the trophy at your house.

You and Jimin started to chat everyday, to the point that you both were constantly texting each other and talking to each other in real life.

It was almost like a dream! A dream come true!

Oh, but nightmares are dreams too, sweetheart.

It started out small, but soon enough, you started to notice how Jimin was constantly trying to manipulate you. You, at first, thought that perhaps you were being paranoid as Jimin was too nice to do such a thing! And even your best friend agreed when you told her about it. But after a while, it became clear. Jimin was not only manipulative, but also possessive. And when you realised it, it was too late.

You blocked him after confronting him about it several times, and every time he denied such a thing until you had enough and blocked him, but it was hard because having to face him in school everyday was a pain in your ass. Him constantly making a big show of how sorry he was in front of everyone and you had to accept his apology under peer pressure. You had no one. Even your best friend didn't believe you.

And soon enough, you barely talked to anyone but Jimin. And when you weren't talking to Jimin, you were only allowed to talk to females, not that you mind, but the more you obeyed his rules, the more overbearing he started to act. He became too obsessed.

Oh, and didn't I mentioned that you both weren't even dating yet? Ah, yes, that's right, sweetie! You both were still friends! But that all changed that day.

It was the early August, the rain was pouring heavily, and you were walking out from detention. It was the first time you ever got detention and for what? Even you don't know. You walked up to your homeroom to get your books from your locker.

Petals fell over your head from the bucket over the door as you opened it, your eyes widened as your friends, classmates, seniors and even some teachers stood in front of you. The whole classroom was decorated and there was even a cake on a desk. But what made you more shocked was Jimin. He was in the middle, kneeling down as he held a bouquet of flowers in his hands before he asked you to be his girlfriend.

That was it, your fate was officially sealed yet again.

You should've said no, and you would've said no if it wasn't for the peer pressure, and Jimin knew it.

Almost everyone was chanting, "Say yes! Say yes!" While you stood there in shock and horror. Before muttering a small "Yes", while trying not to cry. Everyone thought that you were so touched that you got emotional, but only one person knew that your tears weren't of joy, they were of horror. And that person was Jimin.

He smiled sweetly at you as he wrapped his arms around you before kissing the top of your head while whispering, "You're mine." In your ears as you shivered in his arms.

A shiver ran down your shine as Jimin gently shook your shoulder, bringing you out of your thoughts. Jimin smiling face greeted you as he stood in front of you with a rose. He wanted to get the trophy back and you agreed, wanting to get rid of that damned thing as soon as possible as it kept reminding you of your cursed fate. But fews days after prom, he suddenly asked you to take it back, saying that he doesn't want it anymore. You tried to refuse, not wanting to keep that reminder with you anymore and not wanting to meet him either. But he kept insisting, to the point it almost sounded like he was begging you and you agreed to take it back, wanting him to stop calling and texting you every other minute just to beg pathetically.

Oh, you shouldn't have given in, sweetie.

He was standing there with a creepy grin on his face. There is something off about him right now. 'Its probably because of the surrounding...' you thought. Jimin called you to the usual "secret" place that you both made as your "personal hang out place", it was night time now and you are in a forest, not deep but still far enough for no one to notice you both. Jimin first took you here when you were having troubles concentrating, the woods were peaceful, it helped a lot and you wanted to keep this place a secret because you don't want people to come here and make it noisy.

"Sweetheart, I have been waiting for this moment for such a long time..." You looked at him, confused as to why he was looking forward to return the trophy.

He chuckled as he stepped closer to you before pulling you into a hug. He caressed your cheeks gently, he had a handkerchief in his hand and for some reason, it was wet.

You leaned away in disgust as the wet handkerchief touched your face. It wasn't uncommon for Jimin to roam around with a handkerchief, he had a habit of carrying one with him almost everywhere.

"Jimin, the fuc-", you were cut off as he pushed the handkerchief against your mouth and nose, covering it completely. You looked at him alarmed as your hands tried to push him away. You scratched him, tried to push him away, held your breath as much as you could, kicked him, pushed your body against his. You tried it all.

All you could remember was Jimin whispering in your ear sweetly, "You're mine, now no one can take you away from me. No one, even you."