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Jiho had left the morning before, and the last of the signed paperwork slipped under your door before he left in the early hours. He had been so easy to convince, sure, he bickered a little, but you believed that was all for show, so he didn’t appear overly eager to dump the responsibility onto someone else. Your sister was another story. While she paid very little attention to the hybrids in her care, she had always been overly possessive of them. Jiyoo was difficult even as a child, just because she didn’t use something anymore didn’t mean she was willing to give it up. Especially if it was obvious that someone coveted it. It’s still hers. You just hoped she had matured just a smidge. Enough to hear reason and be willing to do the right thing.

Directly ahead of you was the tennis court. You sat with Jiyoo watching as Hoseok and Jeongguk played a match and Namjoon kept track of the score, occasionally having to play umpire. Off to the right, further away, were Taehyung and Jimin, the pair was sitting under a tree facing each other. You hadn’t seen the pair in two days; it seemed as if they were purposely avoiding you, and while usually you would be a little curious. This time you weren’t. In fact, you felt a sense of relief that you couldn’t explain. Despite the strange feelings you were sorting through, you were still determined to acquire ownership!

“Y/n, I don't know what you’re planning, but I have to ask, have you thought this through?” Jiyoo’s sudden question had you choking on your tea.

She could mean so many things. About Yoongi, about school, your job, or about the stupid thing you're doing with the hybrids. The answer to every single one of these things was a no. No, you hadn't thought it through. In all honesty, there's probably not a single thing you've ever done that's truly been thought through thoroughly. Everything was spontaneous, sudden. Maybe that's why none of it had ever ended well.

You ran away from home with no plans, only your enrollment to University. You moved into the apartment that you couldn't afford, meeting Yoongi and developing some weird dependency on him that you often mistook for romantic feelings. You studied only to hate the career and never work in it, hopping from job to job in hopes of finding something you enjoyed even the teeniest bit. Then you returned home for a wedding, only to find yourself back in feelings you tried so hard to run from, to hide from.

And now? Now your stupidass was trying to do the exact opposite of what every organ in your body begged you not to do. Adopting the 6 men that invaded your teenage years and left you a terrible mess.

So whatever Jiyoo was talking about, the answer was no. No, you have not, and no, you will not think about it either. The more you think about things, the worse you get.

“What exactly am I planning?” You questioned, trying your best to be nonchalant. There was no doubt you looked like an idiot; your original reaction to the question had already been exposed enough.

Jiyoo gave a look that confirmed your thoughts. Idiot, idiot, idiot. That's what her face screamed.

“Jiho told me that you adopted the ferret and dog.” Jiyoo’s eyes were back on the tennis court, following the back and forth of the ball.

“They have names--and a dog? Namjoon is a dingo.” You corrected, ignoring the fact that Jiho had already snitched. God, you hoped he hadn't opened his fat mouth to your parents.

Snorting, Jiyoo didn't even look away. Eyes trained forward as the ball flew past Jeongguk, rattling the metal fencing. Hoseok cheered gleefully, arms thrown in the air before breaking into a celebratory dance. Hoseok's delight seemed to rile Jeongguk up, triggering his competitiveness. Pointing the dark blue racket at Hoseok, his lips curled up in a sneer, silent words fell from his lips. You could only guess he was demanding a rematch, and judging by the loud laughter from Hoseok, it wasn't asked nicely.

“I'll sign them over to you; that's not an issue. I don't care for them, and honestly, Y/n, I don't think I ever really did.” She sighed, finally facing you again. “All I ask is that you tell me what you're planning so I know you'll be safe.”

The surprise on your face couldn't be suppressed. Never in all your years had you seen or heard any words of concern from your sister. She had never been one to care or worry about your well-being, what you were doing, or the aftermath of any of the stupid choices you made. Your sister wasn’t anything like you saw on TV or read in books; hell, she wasn't even like your friends' sisters. Jiyoo seemed to despise your existence and yet now, here she was showing some kind of sibling comrade. If it could even be called that.

“I don't have a plan.” You admitted, rubbing your sweaty palms over your jeans. “All I know is it can't continue like this, Jiyoo.”

She nodded, a contemplative look on her face, and for a second, you were certain you fucked up your chance of getting her to sign off on them.

“Bring me whatever paperwork by tonight, and I'll sign it all. But Y/n, you have to be careful. Don't trust them.”

The confused look on your face was enough for her to continue.

“They're weird, Y/n, and I don't mean that in a bitchy way. I mean it like, there is something deeply fucking wrong with those guys. All of them. Jiho never noticed; he's a man. But I'm sure you did.” Her words were harsh, and they were true.

While you hadn't ever noticed any strange behaviour from the others, Jeongguk had always sent alarm bells ringing. But if he gets along with the boys, you can only assume they have similar tendencies. You are the company you keep after all. In saying that, you truly didn't want to lump them all into one category. Maybe for once the saying wasn't right.

Jimin wasn’t an idiot. It was obvious that Taehyung had been avoiding everyone. For the first few days, Jimin just assumed it was because of the cut on his head and the bruise to his cheek. But even once they had practically disappeared, he still kept a distance. It was odd considering how much of a social butterfly his friend is. He had tried to mention it a few times now, but every time he was dismissed. But not today. This time, Jimin was determined to find out what exactly was going on. That was why he had picked the spot they were resting at. While everyone else was together, closer by, socialising and playing games, Jimin and Taehyung sat further away from the rest. Still within eyesight, but just far enough for the other hybrids to need to actively pay attention to hear the conversation.

It was Jimin's favourite spot. Under a large tree, the grass beneath them and the sun partially blocked by the leaves, with only gentle rays peeking through. It was usually a spot Jimin could relax, but for the first time ever, he found himself anxious in the only place that had ever made him calm.

“Taehyung, what's going on?” Despite the sternness of his name, the question was soft and full of worry.

The dirty blonde looked at his friend with false confusion, tilting his head to really play into his act. “We're just sitting outside, aren't we?”

Jimin felt his annoyance spike. Did he think so poorly of him? Did everyone just see him as some sort of idiot? He has eyes; he can see something strange is going on. Taehyung is definitely avoiding someone or something. They were supposed to be best friends, and yet here he sits playing dumb. Lying. What sort of friend is that?

He wanted to yell, shake him, and demand the truth, but that would only bring attention, and the last thing he needs is Jiyoo, or worse, Y/n, looking this way and thinking they were having an altercation. Poor Y/n has seen enough since she arrived.

“You're lying,” Jimin said point-blank. As soon as the words left his mouth, Taehyung’s face dropped. “You keep saying nothing's wrong, pushing whatever it is aside. Stop it. Talk to me.”

Taehyung made an expression that Jimin had never seen before. He didn't even know how to describe it. Guilt? Fear? But something else. Confidence, maybe? Like he was certain in himself, in whatever was happening, despite knowing it was something bad.

“If I tell you, can you promise not to be upset?”

A promise he shouldn't make, but if it means getting to the bottom of Taehyung’s strange behaviour, then so be it.

With a stiff nod, Taehyung seemed to relax. He rolled into a sitting position, legs crossed tightly as he stared his friend down with a seriousness that was completely foreign. There seemed to be hesitation in his eyes; whatever it was that Taehyung had to share clearly wasn't something that would have Jimin jumping for joy.

After a few seconds, Taehyung seemed to deem it safe to speak, and Lord did he. The words started spewing past his lips, rambling and upbeat. As the story progressed, Jimin found himself realizing why Taehyung was so hesitant to talk. By the end of his spiel, Jimin didn't know what to say or feel. He knew for certain he felt sick to his stomach.

This was very, very bad.

​“You’re upset.” Taehyung huffed, leaning back on his elbows.

​Jimin’s jaw dropped. “Taehyung!” He hissed, rubbing his palms over his face in frustration. “Of course I am. If Jeongguk finds out you are dead.”

​What Taehyung did was wrong; it was assault. Y/n wasn’t in love with him, and he was certain she hadn’t given any signs, and if she had? She was drunk. Whatever signals he thought there were should’ve been ignored, just like Master Jiyoo taught them. If Jeongguk finds out that Taehyung has done this, and whilst Miss Y/n was unconscious, there is no stopping what he may do and from what little Jimin has managed to learn about Yoongi, he has no doubts that the snake hybrid will help Jeongguk out.

​“We can’t let anyone find out,” Jimin murmured, chewing on his nail anxiously.

​Taehyung clenched his jaw, fingers digging into the soil under his hands. Why isn’t Jimin happy for him? After that night, everything had clicked into place for Taehyung. It hadn’t been obvious, but fate worked in mysterious ways. He and Y/n were supposed to be together, it’s why you came back. All signs point to this.

​“Find out what?”

Looking over his shoulder, Jimin instantly recognised the eldest member of the hybrids towering over his seated form. “Jin Hyung!” The panicked greeting did little to hide suspicion.

“What have you guys done now?” He pressed, ignoring the greeting. When the two below him stayed silent, he quirked a brow. Silently asking if they seriously wanted to do this. The further silence only made him sigh. “Don’t make me call Joonie over.”

The mention of the dingo hybrid had the fox and coyote looking at one another, Jimin’s eyes pleading with Taehyung’s. Taehyung was hesitant. He wasn’t an idiot. What he had done wasn’t right; he definitely went about it the wrong way, but he couldn’t help himself. Taehyung knew he could trust Jimin to keep everything a secret, but it made him feel guilty. He didn’t want to get Jimin in trouble. He was innocent in all this after all. He just knew a bit of information; he shouldn’t be scolded for that. Sighing deeply, Taehyung gave in. Jin wouldn’t get the full story, of course, Taehyung would just tell him an easier, more palatable answer.

“We haven’t done anything, Jin Hyung,” Jimin assured, forcing a cheerful smile onto his lips. His excuse was pushed aside as Taehyung cut in.

“We're talking about Y/n.”

Surprised, Jin silently urged him to continue. He had expected it to be about her strange behaviour over the last few days. She had been avoidant, going back and forth from the study and arguing with Yoongi almost every night. Despite their advanced hearing, they hadn’t quite figured out what the pair were disagreeing so vehemently about.

“Y/n and I are in a relationship.” Taehyung’s nonchalant tone left Jin (and Jimin) speechless, jaws hanging.

“Excuse me?”

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a/n: hello everyone!!! thank u for all your patience. it means a lot! life was has been hectic. i recently have been dealing with mental health issues, medication adjustments and work. I work full time and also foster cats so I have very little free time these days :(

You had always prided yourself on avoiding gyms. You had avoided gyms like they were haunted houses, like cardio machines were secretly plotting against you, and like lifting weights was some form of ancient torture. Yet here you were, standing at the entrance of the swanky new fitness center your boyfriend had dragged you into, the smell of disinfectant and protein shakes invading your senses.

V was practically glowing or maybe that was just the sheen of sweat on his impossibly toned arms. He was wearing a fitted tank that made your knees wobble and a grin that dared you to complain.

“Come on, it’ll be fun!” he chirped, already bouncing toward the treadmills like a child at a candy store. “You said you wanted to try something new!”

You blinked at him. “I did not say that. I said I might try sushi next week.”

He tilted his head, pretending to ponder. “Sushi can wait. Treadmills can’t.”

You groaned dramatically, dragging your backpack behind you, which felt 80% full of emotional baggage and 20% snacks (your priorities were clear). “Fine. But if I die, this is on you.”

“Deal,” he said, grabbing your hand and squeezing it like it was a lifeline. “But also, you’re not going to die. I’ll be right here.”

V’s energy was infectious, as always. Within thirty seconds, he had you walking on the treadmill like a terrified penguin, gripping the rails for dear life. He jogged beside you, his rhythm effortless, hair bouncing, smile teasing, as if this whole ordeal was a casual stroll in the park.

“You know,” he said, slowing down slightly to match your painfully slow pace, “most people start slow. You’re… very unique.”

You glared at him. “Unique? That’s what we’re calling dying on a treadmill now?”

“Exactly,” he said, mock-serious. “Unique is beautiful.”

You wanted to roll your eyes, but somehow, his ridiculous grin melted the sarcasm out of you. You hated gyms, yes. But you didn’t hate him.

Half an hour or maybe it was ten minutes, time distorted in a horror zone of treadmills later, you were sweaty, slightly breathless, and seriously questioning your life choices. Meanwhile, V was somehow unbothered, hopping off the treadmill and doing a few stretches that looked more like choreography than actual exercise.

“Okay, okay,” you wheezed, leaning against the rail for support. “Maybe gyms aren’t completely evil. But if you make me do push ups next, we’re officially enemies.”

V laughed, a deep, warm sound that made your heart beat in rhythm with his voice. “Deal. We’ll start with something easier. Maybe the rowing machine?”

You eyed it suspiciously. “Rowing? That looks like torture with water.”

“It’s… graceful,” V said, puffing up his chest, his ego on full display. “Like a swan. You’ll look like a swan.”

You snorted. “A swan having a heart attack, maybe.”

But somehow, the rowing machine wasn’t terrible. You still hated the exertion, but V’s hand stayed over yours, guiding you, and you ended up laughing more than groaning. You made ridiculous noises every time your arms flailed, and he matched every single one with a dramatic gasp of mock horror.

“Are you trying to row a boat or signal a distress flare?” he asked, his forehead nearly touching yours.

“I’m surviving,” you panted.

“That’s one way to put it,” he teased, leaning in closer. “I’m proud of you.”

You blinked at him. Not the gym, not the sweat, not the ridiculous amount of protein powder floating in the air just… him. The way he looked at you like you were the only person in the room. Your heart did that weird flutter thing you were not admitting in public.

And then, because V was V, he leaned down and pressed a soft, teasing kiss to your forehead. “See? Gym isn’t so bad with me.”

You groaned. “I hate that you’re right.”

Next, he led you to the weight section, and you almost bolted. Dumbbells looked like medieval torture devices, and the kettlebells… well, you weren’t going to even go there. But V just smiled, this dangerous, gleeful smile that made your stomach do somersaults.

“Here’s the plan,” he said, picking up a ridiculously light dumbbell. “We’ll do something called a ‘partner workout.’ You do one rep, I do one rep. We alternate.”

You blinked. “Partner workout? You’re calling exercise a date now?”

“Exactly,” he said, waggling his eyebrows. “You, me, sweating, laughing what could go wrong?”

A lot, you thought, but you nodded anyway, because he made everything sound like an adventure instead of a chore.

Fast-forward thirty minutes, and your arms felt like jelly. Your hair stuck to your forehead, your face was red, and you were 90% certain you smelled like gym socks. V, on the other hand, looked like he was auditioning for a fitness magazine.

You flopped onto a mat, dramatically wiping your sweat with your sleeve. “I hate this,” you whispered.

“Lies,” V said immediately, lying down beside you, his arm draping over your shoulder. “You secretly loved it. I saw the little smirk when I tripped over my own foot.”

You shoved him gently. “That was one time, and it’s not relevant!”

He laughed, warm and familiar, the kind of laugh that made every horrible rep and treadmill minute worth it. “Whatever you say, gym queen.”

“I am not a ugh, never mind. I’m dying,” you muttered, snuggling into his side.

“Good,” he said softly, kissing the top of your head. “Then let me carry you through life, treadmill-free if you want.”

Your heart melted. Okay, fine, gyms might still be evil. But V… V was worth every second of the torture.

You giggled, teasing despite yourself. “Next time, sushi first. Then maybe gym second. Maybe.”

“Deal,” he whispered, wrapping an arm tighter around you. “But no matter what, we’ll always make it fun. Even if it kills you.”

You rolled your eyes, but the warmth in your chest said otherwise. Even if you hated gyms, you would never hate him. Not ever.

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I don't give a fuck about you anyways

Whoever said I gave a shit 'bout you?

You looked at your phone, knowing that his name on it only meant bad news. Ever since your friend suggested you as his lawyer, your job became more meaningless. You went from being an upstanding lawyer, who hadn't lost a case in two years, to becoming a rich boys' babysitter only because he wasn't able to control his impulses.

Jeon Jungkook was the Antichrist made person, your biggest nightmare and, possibly, your karma for being Judas in your past life -because there was no other reason you'd deserve to go through all the headaches Jungkook had put you through in the two months you'd been working with him.

His case grabbed your attention when you were first offered the job to defend him. You hardly ever were on the wrong side of the story, but there was something in that job that kept pulling you in. It could be how his life seemed to be brought straight from a movie.

His charges went from being caught driving under the influence of drugs, exhibitionism, damage of public domain assets... even attempted murder against his father. You remember watching his story on the news, and just clicking your tongue and shaking your head at the exuberant confidence he radiated as he walked down the stairs out of court with a smirk on his face. And it was of no surprise. After he managed to prove he wasn't the one guilty of his father's death -even after he was proved, and admitted himself, he had been feeding his father poison for days-, he turned twenty million dollars richer. It was never proved his father's narcolepsy was due to the substances his son was giving him secretly, so they all decided to leave it as a death caused by the car accident he was in.

And after he managed to dodge all that -or pay his way through all the trials-, he ended up on house arrest after he was caught with his hands on tax fraud. It wasn't an easy trial. You remembered how hard you had to play for it to work out. The judge wanted to eat Jungkook alive, and he probably would if it hadn't been for you and your years of experience.

It was a promise of good money, with the easiest of the jobs you had to date. The only thing Jungkook had to do was to stay at home, behave, and just let those seven months pass.

Little did you know that man was a pain in the ass.

The first time your phone rang with a cop on the call, because his monitor beeped after he tried to leave his home, you could understand where it came from. It wasn't knew, it could've been something difficult to understand for him... But the sixth time the call made no sense. You could only sit back and see how he wasted money on paying those cops to turn a blind eye and ignore what he was caught doing.

You saved him from jail, but you weren't sure if that was what he wanted.

His smirk infuriated you. You drove through the rain and wind, worried about him getting in trouble, only for him to look peaceful and proud of having you there. Although the boil of your blood was only shown with a roll of eyes and a twist of your lips.

"Look who came to visit me, Bobby"

That sentence alone was the most surrealistic thing you had heard. Not even you knew the name of that cop, but Jungkook for sure did. He had to. It was the only way to gain the confidence and appeal to their corrupt side.

At first, Jungkook tried to escape -saving his ass by saying he wanted to visit a friend and he wasn't aware of the bracelet having to remain around his ankle-, he just wanted to outsmart everyone and be free. But when you showed up every single time after that single call, rushing inside his place while looking for him, it unlocked a new need he didn't know he had. You kept feeding his ego, making him feel important, due to your expression turning more concerned every time you crossed that door.

And your outfits didn't help either.

Those tight dresses hugging your curves, or those buggy shirts at the top that exposed some of your cleavage were driving him insane.

He was sure he was already going crazy inside those four walls, but you were only making it worse for him.

Your red leather bag was thrown lazily over the wide armchair that led the living room, strategically positioned between the entrance and the coffee table to mark the beginning of his living room.

"I thought I was clear the last time" you tilted your head, squinting your eyes in a failed attempt to intimidate him. "Is it that difficult for you to behave?".

"I told you last time not to leave me alone" he insisted.

Oh, right... that dumb idea he had of you living in his mansion.

You had enough going there whenever his monitor made the alarm jump, the last thing you wanted was to be looking after him as if he were a little kid unable to follow simple orders. Although, now that you were thinking about it, Jungkook was indeed a 5 year old inside of a playboy's body.

He hissed at the cop, whose eyes only moved away from him to sneak on the edge of your dress down your knee. The middle aged man was alarmed, quickly turning his head back to his ankle before he finally got up from the floor.

"I'm sorry" you mumbled.

"Sorry?" he scoffed, walking past you "This dude is making me rich. Every time I come here, I'm closer to buying a new car".

Those were his last words before he left you two alone again, with Jungkook's eyes possessively moving over your body, playing with his lip rings.

"Is it so bad for you to stay here?"

Your head fell back with your ironic laugh vibrating through your throat, unbelieving of that question making its way out of his lips as if it didn't have an obvious answer "I don't know if you're aware that I'm your lawyer, not your babysitter".

You wanted to say you had a life outside of your job, but that wasn't entirely true. You loved your job, to the point that it cost you several relationships -and some other friendships-, with your sexual life being a non-existent topic for months for you.

"I don't understand what I can or can't do with this thing on my ankle" he pointed at the bulky black device, with an intermittent red light, around his ankle ", but you do understand".

"Anyone would think you'd have a master degree on it after being explained so many times" your hands found a place on your hips.

"Are you saying I'm making it ring on purpose? That's a serious accusation" it was the way he faked to be offended by you, and how he smirked immediately after his own comment. "It was an idea" he shrugged.

His gasp sounded heavy when he got up from the couch, walking to you like a predator towards his prey. You were in his territory, but little did he know you weren't intimidated in the slightest.

"I'll pay 10k more" he suggested, making you chuckle with his idea. "I see... 20?".

"Whatever you pay, it's not gonna happen" you cut off any chances before they were even possible.

Jungkook stepped so close that you were sure you could smell his cologne by just breathing, feeling how it touched your brain with such care that you were convinced you were going to pass out while you struggled to keep your eyes on him.

His hand felt warm as he supported it on the backrest of the armchair, allowing himself to bend a little more towards you to leave your lips centimeters away from each other "What's not gonna happen?".

Instead of playing coy, or feeling lost at his words, you smirked back at him, mirroring his pose to only witness his smile going wider and more mischievous. Jungkook was a sexy man, there was no doubt about that. And soon enough after you started working for him, his surroundings didn't take long to find a way into your life, letting you know of all the rumors that surrounded him. You heard all the wrong, just a little of the good, and enough of the things that had you squirming in your bed just by imagining him doing them to you.

He was the type of man you'd spend a good night with -if only he wasn't your client.

"The only way to keep you still here is tying both of your hands somewhere so you don't move".

"Why don't you tie me up somewhere and make sure I don't move?".

"Good night, Jungkook" you moved away, holding onto your bag as if that would save you from losing yourself to him, while your feet tried to find a quick escape from the small espace his living room had become. "Behave, can you?".

"Are you leaving already?" he sounded sulky, pouting his lips while making his piercing stand out even more.

"Don't you see?"

"It's raining"

"You didn't think about that when you caused me to come here in the first place" your tone sounded annoyed.

"It wasn't raining as hard"

As much as you wanted to fight back, he was right. In a matter of minutes, you could hear the drops crashing violently against the big windows to the small parking lot in front of the facade. And, as much as his house was soundproof, the roaring of thunder still was heard as a background noise that made you jump unconsciously. Adding that it was two in the morning wasn't a good mix.

As much as you were still determined to leave, it seemed like the universe had other plans for you when the power went suddenly off.

"The power went off" Jungkook casually pointed out.

"Yeah, I see"

"Well, better said, you can't see" your eyes rolled with that joke, crossing your arms over your chest as you looked around, finding out that it was brighter outside with the casual lightning than inside. "Wait, does this mean it isn't working now?" Jungkook pointed at his ankle.

"It goes by GPS, and I guess you plug it daily, it's still working as if it would regularly".

It wasn't your problem, you weren't forced to stay. But something behind that question made your stomach squeak, knowing that you'd be forced back in a matter of minutes the moment you crossed the door.

"I thought these devices worked with..." his gestures among the darkness made you frown, only being able to see them waving in the air, "you know".

"Maybe twenty years ago. But you're tracked either way now" you sighed. "Can you light up the fire? As much as I like not seeing you, it's difficult to have a proper conversation like this".

Jungkook didn't fight to hide his victorious smile after your petition, walking among the darkness to the fireplace that led his leaving room to, at least, bring back some clarity in the area.

The dim lighting gave it a warm and intimate vibe, while casting flickering shadows around the room, working with the sound of rain and occasional thunder to make it, somehow, that type of aesthetic video you'd find on her Youtube feed to relax herself after a tough day at work, lying in her double bed, while ignoring the big mess her studio was. That atmosphere made Jungkook look even more attractive, while wearing his pair of baggy jeans and oversized t-shirt, that marked his hips whenever he turned enough to pick the firewood from the small basket at his left.

"Did you have a date?" he randomly asked as you approached his couch.

"Why?" you looked around, slowly sitting on the extreme of the plush sofa.

"It's two in the morning, you're looking hot as hell... I doubt you use that dress as a pajama" subtle dimples showed up on his cheeks with his smile, feeling deeper by the shadows.

"Yup, a date with thirty files I didn't have time to classify yet" you mumbled, leaving your bag at your right, over the armrest.

He was pleased with the answer, and he wasn't bothered to show it. His smile widened with your answer, and his body seemed more joyful as he got up from the floor to walk to where you were sitting.

"Do you want something to drink? Water? Wine?"

"I don't drink while I'm working" you stopped him before he could further suggest anything else.

"Well, technically, you aren't working" he tried to convince you. "You only came here because of the monitor, and it's solved. Now you're staying because of the rain, so let's say it's just a major event forcing you to stay".

You didn't confirm it because you knew it was impossible, but it almost seemed as if Jungkook had full control of his surroundings to give you where he wanted.

"A glass of wine will be fine" you finally agreed.

While looking around, you noticed the small details you had always ignored whenever you were there. Like the way the room featured a warm and cozy ambiance, primarily due to the large brick fireplace which serves as a focal point -and that was then lit up to illuminate you two-, and strategically combined with a floor that appeared to be hardwood, adding a touch of elegance and warmth -while being partially covered by a large, neutral-toned area rug. The room had the perfect balance of modern and rustic elements, creating a stylish yet comfortable living space ideal for relaxation -which was ironic, because that was the most nervous you had ever been.

His walk was confident, carrying the two glasses of wine before he sat next to you on the couch, so close that you could almost have your knees touching. You didn't move away though, thrilled by the tickles in your belly by the proximity.

"I'm not sure if I should drink this" you randomly commented when he passed you the drink.

"What I said on that trial was taken out of context" he tried to defend himself. "I said I had been feeding him pills so he wouldn't suffer, not that I was adding poison to everything he drank or ate. He knew about those pills, because they were part of his medication".

"Right... " you squinted your eyes, waiting for any signs on his body language that could give out more than what he was saying.

Choosing to play it safe, you left the drink back on the table, resting your hands on your crossed knees as you looked around.

"I don't know what's worse" he suddenly said. "Interrupting a date, or knowing you were still in the office".

"We both know you wouldn't feel bad about interrupting a date" you mumbled, letting a sided smile decorate your face.

"That's right" he didn't hide. "But I don't understand what you were doing stuck in the office, instead of going out".

"The legal sector is really competitive" you admitted, crashing a scoff before you took a sip of your drink. "Either you're born with money to buy your way to the top, or you work your ass off for it. And I'm clearly in the second group".

As much as you were in a stable position, and you earned your money, it wasn't always that way. The beginning was tough, you kept moving from one firm to another, earning as much experience as possible so you could live the way you were. Not only did you have to add double the effort, you also had to sacrifice a lot from your personal life, which majorly included those casual dates you managed to have in your uni days.

"I don't expect you to understand what that is though".

"Wow, that comment..."

"Is it a lie?"

"No, but I feel offended for some reason" you allowed yourself to giggle lowly.

"You were born with it, yet you still find a way to test life instead of just enjoying your privileges" and that was what pissed you off the most about him.

You were so harsh with him. And, for some reason, that attracted him even more to you, unaware of when he started moving forward to close the distance between you two enough to breathe each other's air.

"Well, it seems like testing life has given me the best of the chances".

His eyes shined with a spark that turned everything upside down in your head, mixing your needs with your own warnings, trying to fight how bad you actually wanted to kiss him when the lip ring was able to shine through the corner of your eye.

"Is that a line you usually use?" you fought back, lifting your eyebrow.

"I'm pretty good at that, but it's not the case this time" he admitted. "You truly drive me insane, Y/n. Ever since I saw you walk through that door to prepare for the trial the first time. I've been unable to get you out of my head" his voice sounded deep, while his eyes moved down your lips to go back to drown into your pupils. "You're one hell of a woman. Just imagining your hair being spread all over my pillows is enough to have me on a twist".

Your lip was unconsciously trapped under your teeth, holding back your breath when you imagined the scene after his words. Was it something you didn't think about before? No. But there was something in the tone of his voice, that had you pressing your thighs under the tight dress you were wearing.

"So you want me?" in an attempt to fake some control, you moved forward.

"Honey, if I answered that question, I'd have to prove it by humming it on your pussy. I'm a man of action, rather than words".

It was the first time you felt so wanted by someone, to the point of them opening up that way to confess how they felt about you. It was also the first time you felt your skin burning the way it was, desperate to take off your clothes to set you free from the blistering sensation.

It could be that all the time you had been alone played a big role in your decisions, it could be Jungkook was a hot man and you fell for his enchants. It could be a lot of things, yet you didn't mind either of them when you closed the distance to link your lips together.

His palm felt soft on your neck as he curled his fingers to pull you closer, parting his lips to suck your lower lip and pull from it in such a sensual way you thought you were melting on the spot.

No wonder there were so many stories about him all around. That man knew how to kiss.

Jungkook was surprised when you moved first, but he was completely gone when you took the initiative from him, tilting your head to slide the tip of your tongue inside his mouth. He couldn't control the groan that had been burning his throat ever since you first kissed him, feeling his eyebrows furrow and his muscles going completely tense with such a gentle rub.

"You're all I ever think about, honey" he mumbled against your lips, taking the chance to deepen the kiss when he trapped you again.

You pushed him against the couch, straddling his lap while pushing your hair away from your face to look at him in the eyes.

"Why don't you tell me what you think about?".

Your arms were on both sides of his head, your dress was lifted to your hips -enough to expose the black tongue you hid under the fabric-, yet the only thing you could care about was how hollow his voice sounded while he told all the dirty things he had imagined with you.

"You want me to be honest?"

"The most honest you can be"

Jungkook smirked when given the green light to set free all those thought he had kept as a secret ever since you crossed paths "Remember the first time you came here. You were wearing a white shirt, and a pencil skirt that molded to your body so good it made me jealous. When you started handing out that script for the trial, your cleavage showed off a bit" his groan interrupted his explanation, feeling dizzy for a second when you pressed your clothed pussy against his crotch. "I had never in my life dreamed of some tits I haven't even seen, but I promise I couldn't stop thinking about them. How hard your nipples would feel against my tongue, how tight they'd press around my cock, or how good they'd look while bouncing while I fucked you".

Your hips started rocking against his semi hard cock, feeling your juices leaking down your hole, only stopped by the thin fabric of your thong that kept getting soaked with each move you made.

"And your ass..." before he continued, his fingers dented on the skin of your ass cheeks, pressing them together as he helped you hump him. "I couldn't stop thinking of it jiggling while you rode me after I first saw you in court. I had to ask for your name and number after I saw you. Shit, I even had to send the blonde with the annoying voice to get you to work with me".

Your movements suddenly stopped, the blush on your cheeks slowly disappeared, and devastation took the main role in your features when you realized what happened there.

You didn't get that huge case because your resume was brilliant, but because you became part of the horny fantasy of a spoiled asshole who managed to get your friend to convince you. And it went deeper than that. The man in front of you went the lengths to find out who you were, learnt about your closest people and got you exactly what you wanted. You failed to follow your values, you were clumsy enough to almost go to bed with a client -when it was something you strictly forbid yourself to do-, and only because you allowed yourself to get fooled by his sweet words.

"Where are you going?" Jungkook was confused at the sudden change of opinion, watching you hopping off his body to place the skirt of your dress back to where it should have been the whole time, while walking away from the couch.

"This should've never happened" you assured him, walking to get your bag.

"But it has happened" he insisted, frowning at your denial.

"Don't touch me" you warned him, raising your index finger, before his hand could even approach your forearm to calm you down "I have a lot to think about".

Jungkook didn't insist, he knew when it was time to give someone their own space, and how distressed you were was a clear indicator of how that wasn't the time to put his needs over yours -mainly because it'd only do things worse for the two of you. He only saw you go, crashing your heels against the hardwood, until he heard nothing at all other than the door closing.

His patience didn't last much though.

A day later your phone was overwhelmed by his calls, and several of his texts, which you could only fight to ignore as you tried to focus on your work. A failed attempt, because you could only think of him.

Your range of patience wasn't too wide either after a few days, with a dry and clear text that warned him how you were considering passing his case to one of your colleagues so your personal issues wouldn't get in the way of your work.

Unexpectedly, his calls and texts ended, he stopped insisting. Willing to respect her boundaries, he just moved away from her, aiming to maintain that professional relationship you said you wanted to have. It was her choice, and he wasn't going to force her into doing something you didn't want to do.

Yet, far from being relieved, you were left disappointed with his attitude. And that confused her even more. Before that night, you didn't see Jungkook as anything else but one more of the big range of clients you had, and you thought it'd go back to being like that after you ignored what happened that night. But Jungkook worked like a drug. One try, and you were completely hooked.

Your mind replayed that night in his house several times a day, the scenes of what could've been kept torturing you. Jeon Jungkook got control of all of your senses, and you weren't even trying to fight it back. You liked those thoughts, you liked the thrill the image of him caused.

And all of it annoyed you.

For the first time in months, you left work at time to go on dates, to get rid of the remains of his toxic details, only to come back home even more disappointed than before.

And that night was no exception.

You were looking at your phone, puckering your lips at the on going sex talk conversation you had going on, balked to realize it caused you nothing. His words didn't make your blood run through your veins, it didn't give you the rush Jungkook made you feel as you grinded on his pants... There was nothing.

Your fingers worked in automated mode, sending a pic in lingerie, thinking that would change the mood of the conversation to the one you were looking for, although you were left confused when the notification asked whether you were still there.

Double checking the chatrooms, you couldn't believe what you had just done.

The phone slipped your fingers towards the bed, as you covered your mouth in surprise of how out of yourself you were to do something like that.

Jungkook: I see you're finally aware you can't get away from me.

Not only was she clumsy enough to do that when she was supposed to pretend he didn't exist, she was grateful to have been that clumsy to cause that text from him -even if she was fighting the air while whining about it.

"What did you just do, dumbass?" you cried, covering your face with one of the plushy pillows that adorned the head of your bed.

It could've been something easy to ignore. It was just as easy as ignoring his texts again, and moving on with life as if that pic had never existed, but life was a big bitch to you when you needed the most to be treated nicely.

That same route you walked several times with superiority and professionalism was turned into a walk of shame, with your lips pressed against one another and your head hiding behind your locks with every step you took.

You were left confused when you saw Alan Jones engaged in an entertaining conversation with Jungkook. He was part of one of the direct competitors to your law firm and, more specifically, he was the person you confronted the most in court, unfortunately. He made your sweat go cold, knowing that the trial would be one of the hardest in your career because of how good he actually was.

And now you were seeing him laughing with one of your most important clients, who only offered a quick glance in your direction before he looked back at the suited man.

"Am I interrupting something?"

There you were again with one of your beautiful skirts, that time being a blue long pleated one, which you managed to combine with a simple white t-shirt. Even if you didn't want to, Jungkook was sure you were able to interrupt everything around you by just being present.

"No, we were actually waiting for you" Jungkook mentioned.

He silently led the way for you two, inviting you inside an improvised meeting room -that you could clearly tell it was meant for something else when you saw how off the setting looked compared to the rest of his house.

If you thought your blood was going to stop running when you saw Alan there, you confirmed it would when you saw your boss sitting in one of the extremes of the table.

"I'm holding this meeting, because I was considering working with Alan's law firm" Jungkook casually mentioned, as you took the free spot next to your boss. "That's my spot" he corrected Alan, who moved his body to the chair in front of your boss, so Jungkook could sit in front of you.

"And why's that?" you dared to ask.

"He came to me with a good offer" Jungkook shrugged.

"It'd have been great if you had told me before calling me for this meeting" you hissed, trying your best not to jump over the table to kill him.

"You've been so busy lately, I wasn't sure you'd be able to pick up my calls"

Your jaw was clenched tight after that comment, knowing of all the second meanings behind it.

"Why the change?" your boss rushed to ask. "Aren't you happy with Y/n?".

Your body jumped when you felt the tip of his shoe moving up your shin, lifting your skirt on the way while he reached your inner thigh. "I was really happy with Y/n" you gulped thick when he only teased you, moving his feet everywhere but the place where you wanted him, "but, as you know, this is a relationship of two".

After dragging your chair closer to the table to hide what was going on underneath, both of your elbows took a defensive spot on your side of the table, using your hands to cover your lips. There was a moment you went momentarily deaf when the tip of his shoe caressed you over your panties, making those known shiverings run over your body violently.

"Are you okay?" Alan managed to ask, aware of the weak blush that was starting to tint your cheeks.

"Shocked. I'm shocked" your thumb moved over your lip, before you hid your mouth again. "What made you believe I wasn't happy with your case?".

Careful not to hit your boss with your knees, your legs spread, earning a smirk from him. Adopting a confident pose, he sank his body deeper on the chair to be able to reach further, pressing his sneaker on your clit.

"I didn't see you comfortable".

It pissed you off to see him so relaxed and calm, while you were struggling to keep your shit together with every rub of his feet on your button. You could get caught, you knew that could cost you your career, yet you still played along because you liked how good it felt, you liked seeing how proud he looked when he noticed how slick your underwear was becoming.

His explanations turned into a simple move of lips, and the response from your boss was a blank noise that couldn't distract you from the knot slowly forming in your belly.

"Can we speak in private" you interrupted, before it could grow any more.

His movements stopped, and Jungkook went back to his initial pose, lifting his hands in resignation while you hurriedly got up after fixing your skirt. The other two men in that room were expecting you to either give up or insist on keeping that client, but Jungkook knew where that conversation would go as soon as that door closed.

"I thought you said you were going to respect my decision" you mentioned in a low tone. "So your solution is to call that asshole to replace me? And what's this meeting for, huh?"

"I was going to respect your decision, but then you sent that pic..." he quickly defended himself. "And since I doubt you sent it to confuse me or make me jealous, it clearly was for someone else. And I can't tolerate that" he twisted his jaw, finally getting up from his place. "It better have been a pic for me only and not for another person".

"It better had been?" you scoffed. "Who the fuck you think you're talking to?"

"Last time I sent you anything was six days ago" he slowly pointed out, "so it's a bit difficult you accidentally sent that pic to me if it was meant for someone else".

"It was a mistake".

"Is that the only word in your vocabulary?"

"When it comes to you, yes" you challenged him.

It was a mistake from you ever thinking you'd have any control on a situation that involved Jungkook. His aura was way bigger, those were calm waters for him, and he knew it, it was all over his body language and the way he looked down at you.

"Be honest with me, alright?" the way he pinched your chin to look up at him almost made your legs turn to jelly. "How did that pic end up on my phone?".

It was unfair how he was using the techniques you used in court against you, manipulating you with his insistent gaze.

"It was a picture for someone else" you admitted. "I didn't send it to him though. I ended up on your chat, and I don't know why I thought I was on his chat instead".

"You wanna know what I think?" his lip ring bulged out when he pressed his lips together. "You wanted me to see that picture. You wanted to admit you want me as bad as I do, yet you're so proud and stubborn you'd rather die waiting than correcting yourself" the truth in his words made you even more nervous.

"Jungkook, this can't happen... I..."

Your words got stuck in your throat when he trapped your mouth violently, sucking your upper lip first, and then moving onto the lower one. He moved, and you just followed. You walked blindly wherever he guided you, until your lower back hit the edge of the table.

"I'll fuck you into realizing you're only mine" he roughly said when he broke the kiss. "And, why not, let me fuck that pride out of you as well".

"My boss it's outside" you tried to stop him when his hands sneaked under your skirt.

"Then I'll need you to be really quiet".

His smirk was so addictive, that you were willing to do anything he asked you right there. The fabric of your panties slid down your legs, with the cold breeze hitting your core and making you squirm at the contrast.

Jungkook was attractive every day, his sex appeal radiated through each one of his pores, but that day he was at his peak. He knew what he wanted, he knew how he wanted it. He wanted you, on that desk, and you were going to give it to him.

His cock twitched under his boxers when he took your panties to his nose to be intoxicated by your smell, and you didn't know how to react to the way your body squeaked at the sight of his eyes turning black after that.

Your skirt was lifted over your pelvis, sticking it to your body as much as possible when Jungkook sank to his knees in front of you, turning your spine into boiling grit when the tip of his tongue pushed your swollen button with a groan. And that one was followed by another one, and another one, and another one... until you tried to move his face away from you, only for Jungkook to stick your wrist to your thigh.

"Ask nicely, and I might do it".

You tried to fight it. It was a challenge. You only had to wait for Jungkook to get tired of only sliding his tongue up and down your folds, and twirling carefully the tip around your clit. But you also weren't good at remaining patient and dealing with the nervousness it caused you to know there were two people outside.

"Jungkook, please" you tried to stop him.

"Please, what?".

"Fuck me".

"That's not enough" his lips twisted, not completely convinced with your words.

Grabbing him by the collar of his gray t-shirt, you forced him up at the level of your face, making sure he was looking at you in the eye while you spoke.

"Jungkook, fuck me right now" you demanded. "Because, if you don't fuck me here, I'll be the one fucking you on one of those chairs".

After his jeans and boxers were wrapped around his ankles, he slid his tip through your folds, feeling your warmth and wetness welcoming him, while your feet were resting at the edge of the table.

Jungkook was gentle and careful on his first thrust. First, letting his thick tip break into you, followed by the rest of his length until he was balls deep in you. And it sure felt better than he imagined, feeling in paradise when you wrapped around him tight, swallowing him in.

All your hair in your body raised as he invaded you inch by inch, feeling the fullest you had been in months, feeling the most wanted you had ever felt in years when your eyes met before he started moving again.

His big hands grabbed your thighs, spreading them a bit more and raising them up enough to leave your feet hanging in the air, completely in control of what he wanted to do with you, before he started pounding in and out of you with a, almost, relaxing movement.

"Honey, just for keeping your pussy away from me for so long I should be fucking you so rough and loud that you aren't able to keep your shit together".

And you knew Jungkook was able to do something like that.

"But I'll be a good boy for you, hmm?" you could only nod senselessly, not knowing exactly what you were agreeing on. "Just like you're being a good girl for me".

Your teeth were clenched tight when his thrusts were calm, yet so deep and harsh that you could feel your whole body bounce and move a few centimeters away, before he dragged you back to the initial position.

"You have no fucking idea of everything I will do to you now that you're mine" he promised under his breath.

"Any weird fantasy I should be scared of?" you tried to sound confident, but your shaky breathing exposed how rushed you actually felt.

"I'm spending twenty four hours inside this place. Every single day I come up with a new way to have you" he bent down to rub his lips against yours. "This is just one of them".

His thrusts changed the speed immediately after, changing the position of your legs to place them over his shoulders, hitting you deeper and strategically better when he angled his hips, rocking his tip against that rough spot that had your toes curling inside your stiletto. In that same position, you also managed to find a way to press your thighs enough to cause some friction on your clit, losing control of your body, throwing your head back and closing your eyes as the moan was burning your throat like lava.

As you held onto the neck of his t-shirt, Jungkook found a way to keep you quiet so you wouldn't have to struggle. The dorsal of his left hand blocked those moans from coming out. At first you were able to control yourself, only sucking on his hand while your watery eyes looked at him through your lashes. But as your orgasm was approaching you, the little control you had over your body disappeared, biting onto his thin skin to keep all those moans and whines only for you two.

As much as he'd have loved to hear your moans, he loved how expressive you turned while being forced to stay quiet. Pleasure was on each corner of your face, present on every feature; you showed him how good he was making you feel.

The continuous muffled moans, the tight clench you had around him, and how your eyes kept alerting him prepared him for your climax, keeping the speed just to take you there, and follow right after you when you gulped him in like you never wanted him to leave, at the same time your eyes went completely blank.

He spilled on you, painting your walls with his seed to let you know you belonged to him. As much as you fought it, there was no escape from what happened. Your days of running away were over.

While you tried to recompose, Jungkook put your panties back on, securing his load where it was before he helped you down the table. He knew you'd feel it leak out , he knew your head would only replay what just had happened, and he was sure it'd only lead to you wanting more.

He was going to deal with it either way. There was no point of rushing it, because you'd probably find out as the meeting went on and you could only fight a way to find the right posture until it ended.

You woke up in his bed, with the sheets barely covering your naked body while your head was sunk in his pillows. Ever since that day, you kept scolding yourself for fighting against what you wanted. Jungkook was the best experience you had ever had. He was sexy, but he was also attentive and sweet when you needed it. He was funny and entertaining. He was a man who knew how to keep people hooked.

You frowned when you noticed something strange around your ankle, feeling it bulky and rough, and cold, when you moved your tip toes over it.

It couldn't be...

Your heart almost dropped to your feet when you saw that red light inside the monitor, making you wonder how the hell he managed to place it there. And, when you unlocked your phone and read his texts, you could make a lot of sense out of it.

Jungkook: It'll be only for a few hours. I needed to get out of there for a few hours.

Jungkook: But it should also work as a punishment for flirting with that attorney in court, when your attention should've been only on me. Especially since the trial was ABOUT ME.

Jungkook: I'll be back before two.

You couldn't believe what you were reading. But one thing was for sure: you were going to kill him as soon as he set foot back in his house. 

Airports make time feel slower.

You’ve checked the arrivals board too many times to count, even though it hasn’t changed in the last ten minutes. Flight 781 — Paris to Seoul — Landed.

The announcement echoes again overhead, but it’s just background noise now. Nothing matters until you see him.

Your bodyguard stands a few feet away, keeping a respectful distance, eyes scanning the crowd. Meanwhile, your heart is caught somewhere between your ribs and your throat. You shift from one foot to the other, watching the sliding glass doors with a kind of desperate patience.

People trickle out—businessmen in suits, tired-looking parents, tourists with tangled headphones and heavy backpacks. But not him. Not yet.

And then you see him.

Black sunglasses. Black long-sleeved shirt that clings to his frame. A small crossbody bag slung over his chest. Park Jimin.

Even in the chaos of the terminal, he moves like he’s in his own world. Calm, quiet. Magnetic. His eyes sweep over the crowd, scanning. Searching. And then—he finds you.

Your breath catches. His pace quickens. Your feet carry you forward without thinking.

And then—he’s there.

He drops his bag over one shoulder and pulls you into his arms in one smooth motion, hugging you so tightly it feels like the missing piece of you finally clicked back into place.

“I missed you,” he murmurs against your hair, his voice low and real in a way phone calls can’t ever capture.

You squeeze him tighter. “I missed you more.”

He pulls back slightly, just enough to look into your eyes. His sunglasses are still on, but you know the way he’s looking at you. Like you’re the only person in the world.

“I don’t want to let go,” he says, not bothering to hide the ache in his voice.

You smile softly. “Then don’t.”

His lips curve into that quiet, shy smile—the one that melts you every single time. He laces his fingers through yours like it’s second nature, and together you walk toward the exit.

“Did you eat?” you say, glancing sideways at him. He opens his mouth to answer, but you cut him off with a playful roll of your eyes. “And don’t say plane food. Plane food isn’t real food.”

He laughs—a soft, beautiful sound that fills something in you that’s been empty for weeks.

“I made kimchi jjigae,” you add, like it’s nothing. But you know it’s everything.

His head snaps toward you, brows lifting just above the rim of his sunglasses.

“You didn’t.”

You grin. “I did. With tofu. Just how you like it.”

“You’re perfect,” Jimin squeezes your hand and leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple. “I really missed you,” he says again, quieter this time.

“I know,” you whisper back. “I missed you too.”

The automatic doors slide open and the cool evening air rushes in, brushing against your skin. But you barely notice.

Because he’s here. He’s home.

Now, just like in some stories, of course you tried your best to avoid your death. But you didn’t know that your actions, your words, and the way you held your own ground as the Empress to seven Emperors made the citizens of the Empire adore you with their whole heart. You were oblivious to this of course, mind too full about the novel, your death, and just surviving to even register the fact that there are people who love you. That they did not—in fact—hate your very existence.

You did escape your death, but due to your own negligence, your illness grew, and grew, and grew. Until death eventually welcomed you once again.

You were too late to realize that they did in fact cherish you, the people in the palace cared for you.

And they did not hate you.

And so, when you open your eyes once again, you were greeted with the bedroom wall.

Only to realise that you’re back again, in your second life.

And this time, you will make sure to give back the love and care they’ve given you.

(And yes, you did realise that your life was just full of misunderstandings in your part)

But there’s one problem, how do you face the seven emperors when just a small look at them makes you shy away?