#dark bts

You knew from the moment he knocked on your door in the middle of the night. He was practically buzzing as he rocked on his heels. His speech was weird, manic. He’s never spoken like that before. Not whenever he would come knocking on your door asking for sugar, at least.

You tried to be polite, you really did. You tried to make small talk, to politely excuse yourself, your hands shaking. You tried to close the door on him but it just wouldn’t shut as he kept rambling. His foot was shoved in the way, preventing your escape. His dirty fucking sneakers– god even now you remember them so clearly. You remember so many things you wish you didn’t.

How he fucking smiled when you looked back up at him.

It makes your stomach churn to think about it now.

You remember clearly how he grabbed you. He forced his way inside, slowly backing you against the wall. You remember how he grabbed your wrists, talked about how tiny they were in his hands. Showed you only a moment of warmth before harshly biting into the skin, red rising to the surface, coating his tongue. A sound of pain was retched from your throat, trying to pull away while his grip only got tighter. His hips forced you into the wall, trapping you. Keeping you as prey.

He said you taste delicious.

It fucking echos in your head. Makes you go insane with how it repeats over and over again. Exactly how he said the words. The lilt in his tone, the smile that made him look like he just saw the face of god. How excited he sounded at the first taste of blood.

The way you could tell that he craved more.

Craved everything you had to give.

You didn’t think demons were real before that night. Ghosts, angels– anything that goes bump in the night was just a figment of one's imagination. Maybe hallucinations. But this, this was real. How you wish this was all just some stupid hallucination.

Nothing is paranormal before you face the devil himself.

Nothing is more terrifying than when the devil wants you.

You learned that that night.

He dragged you next door, throwing you to the ground. He looked like a shadow, only a silhouette as he stood in the doorway. The moon casting a glow from behind him. You couldn't see his face, none of it was legible as you scrambled backwards. Trying, trying so desperately to put some space between yourself and the beast.

His shoulders heaved as he panted. Like a fucking monster that just got his kill.

He had.

He closed the doors. Locked them with what felt like a million keys. He started fucking giggling. Giggling like a goddamn lunatic as his demeanour changed completely. He was smiling like an innocent little kid. He was happy. The happiest you had ever seen a person before.

“Ahhh~” He sighed, glee laced in his all too cheery tone. It was like nails on a chalkboard. Speaking, churning in your ears so it's all you can hear. It mocks you. Mocks your very being. Mocks you for trying to live a normal life away from him.

You remember how he clung to you that night as you sobbed. Whining about how you shouldnt be sad, that you were home now. He’d coo, playing with your hair as he tried to ‘soothe’ your trembling body. His arms wrapped around you in a vice. It felt like he was choking the air out of your lungs.

Maybe he was trying, maybe he wanted you dead. You really had no clue. You just wanted to get away– be as far away from him as you could. You’d do anything, you told him as much. Change your name, leave the country. You promised you wouldn’t tell anybody! You would tell him anything if it meant you could leave.

But he kept you in place. Tucked in his arms. His entire body wrapped around yours, keeping you close. Keeping his face nuzzled into your neck. Smelling you. Smelling your fear.

He loves that smell.

If you let him he would breathe it in all the time, treating it as the very thing that keeps him alive. Well, until you die anyway. But he knows that won't be anytime soon! You’re strong. You're tenacious. He knows you are. You’ve dealt with so much in your life, you can deal with him too. He just knows it.

He wonders what all of your other emotions smell like.

Hmm.. What about love? That would be an interesting smell. Maybe it would be sweet like honey? Maybe bitter like chocolate… Humans are so interesting. They're so fun.

You are especially. And he knows you’ll like him too. He’s sure of it as you finally tire yourself out, falling asleep on his beat up mattress. Mmhmm crying for hours must really hurt your soul. Poor thing. He would fix it. Fix you up all nice and pretty. Yeah, he knows just how to. His pretty experiment.

Well, he thinks that’s all you are. A nice human experiment for him to play with. To learn everything about. Learn what makes them tick, what makes them laugh, what makes them cry. Seokjin told him as much. He could keep a little human as a pet, dispose of them when necessary. But… he doesn’t want to let you go! Just the thought makes him want to cry!

You are already better than he ever imagined!

Bang.

The chair blocking your body is thrown back, assaulting the wall with a deafening crash. Your hands come up, covering your ears. Shit Shit Shit! Fuck, what are you going to do, what are you going to do?! Your body forces itself as far as it can into the corner of the desk. All you can hear, all you can think about is the sound of your heartbeat ringing in your ears.

Why are you so dumb?! You knew you couldn’t win! You never win any of his games!

He squats in front of you, blocking your only means of escape. You hear him, watch him inhale deep before letting out a sick laugh. One that makes you want to cry. One that makes you feel like trying to run– trying to hide is useless. Maybe it is. You don’t see how you could possibly get away.

The pictures covering his walls tell you everything you need to know.

“Found you.” He smiles, crawling towards your body, crawling towards your last bit of safety. He looks like a monster– he is a monster. He can’t be human. He can’t. You refuse to believe it. Your legs kick, they try to get away. They try to be your last line of defence but his face only shows that of an owner looking at a puppy having a fit. He looks so fond of you.

You want to scream.

He grabs your ankle. It hurts. Everything hurts. You should’ve become numb at this point, you wish you had. You feel your body slip out from under the desk, dragged against the hard floor. Pick you up with ease, lay you down in his bed. His gross disgusting bed.

He pouts. He fucking pouts at you. Sits in front of you..

“Don't tell me you’re jealous.” His frowns, tilting his head at you. “I didn't mean to make you! I swear! I just wanted to show you. How much I love you…how good I could make my pretty doll feel.” You could never be jealous. Not of anything involving him.

Especially not involving the putrid fucking sex doll that lays next to you in bed.

How he fucked it last night, making you watch. Made you hold his hand while he thrust into the thing. Made you cup his face as he came inside.

“How I’ve been practicing just for you.” He coos, a smile gracing his lips as he moves to his knees, crawling towards you in the bed. “Humans are just so hard to understand…And I really couldn’t wait for you any longer.”

You don’t hear his words. Your eyes fixated on the doll that looks just like you. Every freckle the same, every mole. Every fucking tiny detail mirrored yours in a lifeless, hollow core made of silicon. Filled up with his cum. You don’t want to think about how many times he’s fucked it. How many times he’s pretended having sex with you while holding it close. How much he had to have spent to get such a thing.

How deep whatever he feels for you runs.

You swear it probably coats his veins. Running under every inch of this skin. Giving it colour. Giving it life. It's all you’re able to think about when he leaves you alone in the apartments. It’s hard for you to swallow. To believe for yourself. You wish it is a lie.

You let him get close. You let him into your bubble for only a second. You allow his face into your neck. Biting your skin, drawing blood once again. He loves the taste. You think he's probably obsessed with it. You wanted to recoil away, disgusted with how he hums, lapping at the skin. But you don’t. You need to let him have this. Even if it's just for a second.

You close your eyes tight. You feel him relax. He thinks you’re giving in. You know he does. You can do this. You can do this. You may have only made this decision a moment ago as you stared at the doll, but you had to do this. You had to do it for yourself. It may be the last chance you get. You can’t stop fighting.

You can do this. You can do this.

The mantra chants over and over again in your head like a prayer. You feel his hand reach up, covering your clothed breast with his palm. Massaging it carelessly, without any thought or respect for you. In his head you’re probably the same as that fucking sex doll.

Your knee shoots up. Right into his crotch. Right where it hurts the most. Your hands shove him with all the strength in your body, getting him off of you. Getting him away for only a moment while he recovers. Maybe. Maybe you can make it out of the door. Or maybe you can make it to the bathroom and lock yourself inside. Maybe you have a chance. Just maybe.

Your body scrambles off of the bed, moving faster than you ever thought was possible. You race towards the door, arm reaching out for the handle. You’re so close. You’re almost there. You’re almost able to get away.

Freedom is within your grasp, it's so close you can taste it. He forgot to lock the door, you know he did. You didn't hear any of them click back in place when he came inside. He was too caught up in the moment with trying to find you. If you make it there then maybe, just maybe you can get outside. Run as fast and as far away as you can. Call the police and escape from him. Spread the wings he’s tried to clip.

You land flat on your face.

Not even your arms are able to cushion your fall.

A hand wraps around your ankle, pulling you, dragging you again. Backwards. Back into the cage. Back to him. His chest heaves. His shoulders hunch. He looks dishevelled. Crazed.

He has that fucking smile plastered on his face.

“I love it when you run. It's so pretty.” He giggles, “You know me so well.”

You kick at him, thrash your body as he pulls you closer and closer. “Get the fuck away from me!” You yell, though it falls on deaf ears. All the strength in your body is being used to get away. To try and escape from him. He can’t be human. He’s too strong. Even with your struggle he still lifts you easily, like you’re just some fucking little kid having a temper tantrem.

“I’ve been so patient…” He sighs, placing– rather, forcing you onto the edge of the bed. Your knees on the floor as your torso is pressed against the mattress. Your arms pinned behind your back with one of his hands. Your hips pinned in place with his own. You can feel his cock against you. He’s hard. “I really am patient, you know?”

He hums, gently rocking his hips against you. His entire length pressed against your cunt. Taunting you. Words are not needed for you to know what’s to come. “It’s really too bad you know? I’ve run out.”

The simple statement makes your blood run cold.

“I’ve been so gentle…so caring…” He purrs, forcing his sweatpants down his legs. Just enough for his cock to spring free. Just enough for him to be able to stroke himself. For him to press the fat head where he wants– no, no. Needs to be. “I’ve really been trying my best to be good for you.”

You wish you could see. You wish you could see everything– exactly what he is doing. What he is planning to do to your wrecked frame. If, if everything wasn’t such a surprise then maybe… maybe you could make it a little better. But like this… you’re helpless. You’re trapped. You hate it. You can’t stand it. You wish you still had more tears left to cry. But you know it’s over. You can’t do anything now.

Exactly how he wants it– wants you.

You feel him stop moving, an excited gasp resonating from his throat. His entire presence changes in a flash, giddiness taking him over as the cogs in his brain turn. Making up his own story, his own reality changing all over again. “Unless, you don't want me to be good for you? You want me to take what I want? That’s why you’ve been trying to run and hide?”

His frame towers over yours, his full weight pressing against your back forcing you deeper into the bed as he mumbles into your ear. “All you had to do was say so~”

All you can do is whimper in response. Whimper like a wounded animal that's been forced to accept their fate. Your head is blank, devoid of all thoughts and feelings. There is nothing. Nothing you can do.

Maybe he’s right.

Maybe a small part of you does like it. Who knows. You certainly don’t.

He blows gently on your ear, teasing you before he leans back. Your bottoms are forced down, exposing your cunt to the entire room. You can feel him practically buzzing with excitement. With some sick pleasure found deep within his gut.

“So pretty!” He whines, spreading your cheeks to get a full view of your pretty little cunt. You hate that you’re already wet. You hate that the feeling of his cock did it to you just moments before. You hate that he can see it. You hate the way pride bubbles up in his gut. The way you can hear him lick his lips like a starved man.

Hate what the other little voice is saying inside of your head. Hate that even maybe a little bit of your soul wants to feel him. The quiet fucked up voice that you always try to silence in the dead of night when you’re left with your thoughts.

“Mm… I wanna taste you so bad but… I really can’t wait anymore… what am I supposed to do!!” You can practically hear the pout plastered on his lips. “Ah~”

The fat head of his cock finds its way back to your cunt, dragging itself up and down your lips. Milking every last bit of wetness out of your hole. Your nails dig into your own hands— maybe his. It’s hard to tell where you stop and he begins. When he’s this close it’s hard to tell much of anything.

“We have forever together don’t we?” He chuckles, his head stopping at your unprepped little hole. Attempting to push into it with just enough pressure to have you squirm. Have you bite down on the sheet to silence any sounds that might try to come through. He’s too thick. “We can try out all sorts of fun things together~”

His thumb aids as he tries to push the head of his cock inside. Prodding, trying to force his way inside without a care in the world for how it might hurt. How it might feel for you. He’s too big— you’re, you’re too tight. You can’t take it! It won’t fit you just, just–!

“Mmmm!!” A muffled cry breaks free from your throat as the head of his cock buries itself in your cunt. Your ears ring, pain taking over your senses as he lets out a mouth watering, near pornographic moan from above you.

His grip on your wrists tighten, eyes staring at where he’s fucked himself into you. Wow~ it’s so pretty. He never expected a human to feel this good! It’s incredible! Magnificent! And this is just the first inch of him? Oh my… he can only imagine what bottoming out with feel like— how it will feel when his cock is pressed against your cervi—

Wait wait!! He’s getting ahead of himself again. A gasp leaves his throat as he pulls out, a muffled whine leaving your own. Your hole clenches around nothing. What a cute little thing! It’s calling him back in!! He knew you wanted this, he knows all about you huh?

He drags his cock back and forth through your lips again, red mixing in with the pretty white. He dips his cock head over and over again into your entrance, thrusting himself deeper and deeper every time. Stretching you just perfectly around his length.

Hmm, humans like prep right? He figures that this is close enough. His doll doesn’t need it. She just takes him right away— someday you’ll be the same! He just needs to break you in! But until then, he needs to savour this… who knows when you might come around again?

Mmm… you’re too mean to him. Yeah, that’s all it is.

Ah, it’s too bad he’s too lost to notice you’re already falling apart. Your back is arching on its own. Working without permission to give him a better angle. Your hips bucking, leaning back ever so slightly as he presses into your cunt. Urging him just a little deeper. Your pussy is too wet to think about anything, your head in a daze as he teases you, taunts you relentlessly.

You don’t want this— at least you think you don’t. But, it’s so hard to know what you really want when your head gets like this. When it’s actually feeling good. When the pleasure mixes with pain to concoct something dangerous. Something that makes you unsure of anything, really. Maybe you’re dumb, maybe you’re stupid. Yeah. You probably are. But that’s okay. He likes that.

He likes you.

He slides his cock inside of your hole, his hand moving to your ass as thrusts his hips. Forcing his cock deeper and deeper with each stroke. Your walls clenching around every inch that pushes its way inside. God, you’ve never felt so full. You’ve never felt anything like this. Anything like his cock, anything like him.

Whimpers, whines, all sorts of sounds escape your throat as you let him do what he pleases. Give into whatever twisted pleasure is being given to you. It’s hard to stop them when he’s even louder— panting like a fucking dog as he feels you. Feels every inch of you. Makes you two become one.

He fucks into you so hard it hurts. So hard that your entire body is being pushed into the bed, spine curving up to meet him with every demonic thrust of his hips. Every time the skin of his thighs meets your ass, every time the head of his cock meets with your cervix, pain racks through your body. You can’t take it. You feel like you’re going crazy. You feel like you’re the insane one.

The sound of skin against skin penetrating the sound of your ears like some sort of sick, twisted song. A song he plays so well. One you don’t want him to stop. No matter how much it hurts, how it stings you, you just can’t find it in yourself to push him away. His moans feel like a siren’s voice, luring you closer and closer, pushing you so close to the edge.

“Why’s she so mean!” He whines, his thrusts frantic and hurried. Only caring for his own pleasure, only caring about him. “Won’t let me in any deeper doll! Can you believe that?” He groans, pressing his cock so hard against your cervix you nearly scream in pain. Your body thrashes, trying to get away from the sensation.

He shushes you quietly, leaning his torso against your back as he coos. “Shh… shh… it’s okay… we won’t try that today okay? Must be too much for you… poor thing.” His hips relent, slowly rocking into your battered cunt to give you a little bit of a break. To rest before the main event.

You want to cringe at how wet you sound, how messy you’ve become due to his cock and his cock alone. How greedily your pussy takes him, urging him back with every thrust. Wanting it. Wanting him.

You see his arm reach past your head, grabbing onto your mimics hair. Pulling the doll closer. Holding its head so it’s staring right into your eyes. It’s so lifeless. So hollow.

“It’s okay.” You can hear the smile in his voice. “Someday you’ll take me just like she can, yeah? You’ll be sooo~ good for me.” His hips start to pick up their pace again, thighs slapping against your ass so hard you might see stars. So hard you actually want to listen to him.

“I had to break her in too, real good.” He pants out, losing himself in the feeling of your tight, warm walls.

You flinch away. You can’t look at it anymore. Can’t look at a face that is exactly your own yet so cold and distant. So lost. Used for months on end. Maybe a little sense comes back to you, a small part of reality seeping back into your skull.

He tsks. Fucking tsks and shakes his head in disappointment. “That won’t do… I need my girls to like each other…” He grabs your jaw, forcing you to look up at the thing. The creature with your hair and eyes.

“Kiss it.” His voice changes in a second, morphing into something commanding. Something scary.

Fuck reality. Living in whatever dream you’ve created for yourself is better. Better than facing this. You don’t want to disobey. You want to listen, want him to let you cum. Want to be good. Maybe want his praise, even if it’s just a little.

Your lips meet with the cold, lifeless silicon. Tasting whatever disgusting leftover cum can be found on its lips. He pushes the head against your lips, forcing you to lick your tongue inside. “Adorable!!”

He likes it. He likes it too much. You can tell.

Tell by the way his hips pick up speed, forcing your used hole to take him over and over again. Forcing you to accept him into your body. Forcing you to fall for his cock. Make sure no one else will ever be able to use it. Use you like the way he wants to.

Can tell by the way his cock twitches, his thrusts becoming sloppy. His pace completely out the window as he searches for nothing but his own release.

Maybe you like it too. Like the way his cum tastes. Like the way he took this, took all of you for himself. All of you flesh as his. The coil tightens in your stomach, white specks start to form behind your eyelids. You’re close, too fucking close you just can’t take it anymore.

A loud moan leaves your lips, muffled by the silicon held against your mouth. Waves of pleasure crashing through your frame like a tidal wave of ecstasy as white paints the inside of your walls. Ears ringing, vision gone white as endorphins fill your brain making you forget— forget everything about this moment. How fucked up it is. How you want more.

Your walls clamp around his cock as it jerks in your cunt, milking every last drop of cum from him. Filling you up until you’re stuffed. Until you can’t think anymore. Until you’re so tired you just want to collapse.

He drops the doll letting you pull your head back to finally be able to breathe again fully. Your frame slumps against the bed. Tired. Drained of everything it has to give.

He slowly pulls out of your abused little hole, watching the way it flutters around nothing. Watching the white mixed with red slowly drip out of it onto the rug. “Humans are such incredible little things…”

He smiles, shallowly dipping a finger inside your walls before popping it in his mouth. Just a little taste. “You did so good doll…” He pets your hair, gives you some sort of comfort after everything he’s done. It’s the least you deserve.

He moves your body into the bed with ease, pulling a blanket over your shaking form. A nap would be good right now. It’s always good to give humans at least one nap a day! Mhmm… and you seem like you could use one.

He moves behind you, wrapping an arm around your body from behind. Pulling you close to his chest. Making no mind to fix your clothes. This is good. This is right. It’s how it’s always supposed to have been!! Ah, and now he has all the time to make you understand that too. He’s so lucky. So lucky to have found such a good human.

“Night night dolly…” He whispers in your ear, brushing your hair gently. Coaxing you to sleep. “Let’s have a great day tomorrow too, yeah?”

Right. Tomorrow. Cause this is forever.

You can’t help the small smile that creeps to your lips at the thought. Forever. ♡

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“It is so amazing how well of a cook you are.”

“Oh trust me it's nothing,”

“Is it really nothing though? How can you say that when you've cooked such a lovely meal for us?”

Your husband's compliments always happen to make you smile whenever he comes home from work. But especially tonight as it was the night of your anniversary, and you wanted to celebrate with a big dinner.

Meeting Jimin was the one thing you considered going right in your life, and you've become devoted to him. Every breath you took was for him. Every moment spent with him was precious to you. Jimin held the key to your entire existence, and you gave yourself to him. You spent your days in servitude, catering to his every whim, tirelessly maintaining the house and fulfilling his every desire, all for the chance to see his smile light up his handsome face.

He whispered, "I couldn't have found a more perfect wife than you." A single red rose appears in your lap with a flick of his fingers, his spells and tricks always making you smile. Knowing of his past and the experiments he underwent with Hydra, you could have never expected for things to work out so great with him. But even then you saw beyond the monstrous image others had painted of him, and made the most of your lives together.

A beautiful home, and a loving husband, what more could you ask for?

But why can’t you brush off the feeling that something is wrong?

Your husband's voice snaps you out of your thoughts and you look at him, seeing the worry etched on his face. "Is something bothering you?" he asks, obviously noticing and becoming concerned about your wandering thoughts.

"I was just thinking about everything we've been through, it's really a no-brainer that we work together well." you said. Jimin's smile widened as he nodded in agreement, reaching for your hand across the table. He rests it on top of yours as you finish your food, your own resting on top of the rose he held. As you both finished your plates, Jimin stood up and walked over to you, leaning against the back of your chair. You leaned your head back to rest on his chest, feeling his warmth engulfing your body like a protective shield.

"How about we forget the dishes tonight?" His voice was low and seductive as he leaned in closer to you. "I hear a warm bath calling our names, and I would love nothing more than to spoil you like you've spoiled me."

“Are you sure? I can do them rea-”

“No, No. You're going to get in that tub, and get all nice and relaxed.” Jimin playfully demanded as his hands rubbed at your shoulders mimicking a massage. His hands came around to the front, using his magic to create a necklace made of rubies.

You gasped and felt the necklace smiling back at your husband. “Is this some form of bribery?”

“Maybe, Now go. I'm going to at least put the dishes in the sink.” Jimin added with a boop your nose, your nose twitching at the action and you letting out a small giggle.

You gently brushed your fingers through his hair, the fiery strands falling over his dark eyes. You gave in easily, his lips meeting yours in a passionate kiss.

“Fine! Just because I stink.” You mutter against his lips.

“No you don't.~”

🫀

Once you finished your shared bath, Jimin sat on the couch with you, mindlessly feeding you freshly magic made cookies while he ran his fingers through your hair. The TV played some random movie in the background, but neither of you were paying much attention to it. You were completely focused on your husband and him catering to you. As Jimin hummed a soft tune, he couldn't help but admire the peaceful expression on your face.

“You sound like an angel.” You mindlessly complimented your lover who only smiled at you.

“And you smell really well. What did you use this time?” Jimin asked his hand moving from your hair to rub at your hip.

“Some strawberry body wash we had. I don't remember buying it though.” A wave of dread washes over you as you realize you don't remember buying it, yet its sweet aroma is all too familiar. You usually had a pretty good memory especially since nothing usually happened in your life.

“Maybe it was a gift.”

“Yeah maybe. It does smell good though.”

The peacefulness of your conversation is abruptly shattered by the jarring sound of static filling the TV screen. "What's happening with the TV?" you ask, sitting up and fixing your robe while rubbing the sleep from your eyes. "Did you miss a payment?"

But Jimin remained unresponsive, his gaze locked onto the screen. Suddenly, the image began to warp and twist before your very eyes, the static giving way to a terrifying scene that was not at all what he had been watching before.

From an unknown perspective, the screen captures your husband's back as he stands motionless, his form blurred and distorted. Its audio is distorted, but surely you're the one talking. Your voice echoes in the background, pleading to go outside, to escape.

But it's not your voice... right? You would never consider yourself trapped with him.

“What have you done?! You’ve killed them!” You hear yourself yell. But it's distorted and jumpy, you're not even sure that is what was said. But deep down you knew it was.

You don't remember saying those words to Jimin, feeling trapped in your own home with him. Or do you? Doubts gnaw at your mind as the camera zooms in on his unmoving figure, a sense of foreboding creeping over you like a suffocating shroud.

“You can't control me or my life!” Your voice rang out on the screen, filled with determination. “I'm done! I'm packing my shit tonight!”

“You can't go, that world is a living hell! You've seen what it's done to me, and I won't let it take you too!!” Jimin's voice echoed through the video, his fist clenched around a shattered cup. The audio was clear as day now. But in the present moment, the Jimin you knew and loved was frozen in shock. You had never seen him so uncomfortable and visibly stressed.

“Stop it...stop...” He whispered, struggling to get up from his seat as the video continued to play.

“What? You can't do that! I need you, that world will only corrupt you.” The video Jimin pleaded desperately. His eyes glowed with a fiery red as the camera stumbled back. “You're going to die out there and I can't save you if you're dead, every version of you will be, j-just some weak imitation of it.”

“What are you going to do? Hurt me? Well guess what-”

“No.”

Your Jimin snapped his fingers and the TV disappeared along with its stand, leaving behind an empty space in the living room. He regained his composure, staring at the void with a fierce intensity.

You're frozen for a moment before speaking up. "Jimin, what the hell was that?" Your voice trembles as you walk towards him, heart racing and mind filled with fear. His face remains stoic, but he takes a deep breath and forces a smile onto his lips. He quickly wipes at his eyes before stepping closer to you.

"I'm sorry," he says calmly, pulling you into a hug. "I'll get us a new one. But for now, let's just turn in for the night, okay?" He tries to brush off the incident, but it only makes you more curious.

"What happened? Why were you crying?" Your voice trembles as you search his face for answers.

"It must have picked up a different signal or something, but we're fine now. Everything is fine," Jimin insists, his hand gently caressing your cheek. A faint glow illuminates your features, making it hard for you to think clearly.

Just like that, all of your worries and fears disappear. You forget about the strange occurrence and allow yourself to be swept away by Jimin's charm.You want to believe him, but your gut tells you otherwise. Still, his touch and words seem to make all your fears disappear. "Okay..." You force a smile and try to shake off the unease creeping up your spine. "Let's just go to bed."

Jimin sweeps you off your feet and carries you upstairs bridal style. But instead of feeling safe in his strong arms like usual, you can't help but feel a sense of dread settling over you. And as he whispers about how this will be the most pleasant night of your life, and you can only smile.

🫀

The neighborhood dinner parties became something. You can vaguely recall attending them as a couple with Jimin, but the memory is hazy and distant, like a dream that can't quite be grasped. Jimin insisted that you had gone to them as a couple, but you couldn't recall any details or even attend one at all.

"You barely leave the house," he would say with a sympathetic smile. "I wouldn't blame you for forgetting." And he's right. The days blur together as you busy yourself with mundane tasks, never finding a reason to venture outside when everything you need is already at home. Even going to the store seemed pointless when your pantry and fridge were always stocked.

But when you question why you always stay cooped up inside, Jimin just shrugs his shoulders and changes the subject. You grew bored of it, slowly letting everything pile up in your mind.

So whenever he approached you about attending a party hosted by one of your close friends, you had no recollection about having any close friends. You couldn't recall having any friends at all actually.

This was not your first party, but in your mind, it felt like it. Excitement mingled with apprehension as you tried to push away nagging thoughts about your past and focus on enjoying something new for once.

Jimin hastily finished buttoning up his crisp white shirt, adjusting his black tie with precision. He had dressed you in a gorgeous white sundress adorned with delicate gold engravings. As he waited for you to finish getting ready, Jimin's eyes lingered on the glint of gold cufflinks on his wrists, fiddling with them.

"Come on, babe," he urged impatiently as you finally finished fastening his last cufflink. Your smile lit up the room as you stood up and dusted off his suit.

"You're going to love tonight, trust me," he whispered before planting a kiss on your lips. "Jin and Lupita are amazing cooks, they work so well together." Despite his words, there was an underlying unease you had about it all. “You're thinking… the face you're making… what's wrong?”

“Nothing! I'm just worried… about the party and wanting to really show out.” You say looking at him and smiling trying to mask your true feelings. “I feel like I don’t know them, I mean you say I do but still-”

“Stop worrying so much, don't you trust me? You're acting like you don't trust me, is that it?” he quickly snaps. But he then quickly becomes quiet. "I’m sorry, it's just that I love you, and I hate to see you worry like that." he whispered, kissing the top of your head.

"I love you too," you replied, looking down quickly, pushing those concerns to the back of your head. "How about we just go okay? I will try to not over think things…" You mutter and hurriedly grab at his wrist and practically dragged him out of the house. Jimin seems to smile at that and follow behind you.

As you begin to head towards the party, Jimin frantically searches his pockets for his phone. "Damn it, I left it inside. I'll be back in a second." He sprinted into the house, leaving the door wide open behind him. Feeling bored and restless, you looked around aimlessly.

But then, a low buzzing sound begins to fill your ear .Your feet move on their own, following the ever-increasing buzz until it reaches a deafening level. Your eyes snap open to see a blood-red static consuming your vision in front of you. Walls stretch endlessly in all directions, trapping you in an otherworldly prison. Without thinking, your hand reached out to touch the wall and feel its eerie energy.

It stings a bit but you can almost pass through it.

"Baby?"

Your head snapped towards your husband who was standing behind you. "Jimin, did you see-"

"We have to go now," he urgently interrupted.

He took hold of your back and tried to pull you away from the wall, but you resisted and kept trying to turn back towards it. Finally he pulls your hand away from it. “Are you still feeling unwell? We can go back inside if you need to?”

“No! Sorry… No, it's just, I’m okay. I want to enjoy this.” You reply deciding to take his hand. He nods and keeps dragging you away.

🫀

With every step, your hand tightly clenched in Jimin's, you couldn't shake the feeling of unease that gnawed at you. Why had he insisted on walking instead of taking the car? And why did he seem so jittery all of a sudden? And since when did he try to brush everything off all of a sudden?

As you approached a blue house with open windows and bright lights, Jimin's cheerfulness was almost suffocating. But your doubts only grew as he eagerly rang the doorbell, the door opened showing a giddy man with broad shoulders and puffy lips. He smiled at Jimin and then at you.

“You guys finally made it! Come on, everyone is waiting for you!” He ushered you in and Jimin urged you forward. Jimin leaned in close to you whispering, “That's Jin baby, we're in his and his wife Lupita's house. You should go talk to her, she'll be so excited to see you.” You gave a soft nod detaching from Jimin.

As you walked through the charming house, the cheery yellow walls and pristine white carpet immediately made you feel at ease. You couldn't even remember the faces of the people who greeted you with waves and smiles. But the faces of the people around you are like strangers, their demeanors directed at you feel forced and unsettling. The house even resembled your own, maybe that was why it was so calming.

And yet at the same time as you looked around, you couldn't help but feel a little lost.

Before you could dwell on these thoughts for too long, a woman appeared before you. Her dark skin contrasted sharply against her minimal yellow dress, and her bobbed hair framed her face in a way that made her seem inviting. "I haven't seen you in so long!" She greets you as if she's known you for years, going in for a hug that catches you off guard. You return the embrace, craving human contact that isn't from Jimin. It's a strange feeling, but one that brings a sense of comfort.

She pulled away with a wide grin. "Come, let's set up the dishes away from all this masculine energy." She led you past an open barrier, her stride light and cheerful. You tried to match her energy as you followed closely behind.

She whipped out several sets of silverware, her hands slightly trembling as she grabbed a large spoon and stirred the pot. "It smells good, doesn't it?" she asked.

“Is that heav-”

Cutting you off, she lifted the spoon from the pot of bubbling cheese sauce and offered it to you. You eagerly tasted it, the flavors exploding on your tongue in a burst of creamy, tangy goodness.

"God Lupita! That's delicious." Your words rang out in the empty kitchen, but Lupita's face remained clouded with worry.

"Well, me and Jin worked on it together. He does so much for this house, always telling me not to lift a finger," she said wistfully as she poured the sauce over elbow noodles in a pan. Mixing it all together, she placed it in the oven.

"I know what you mean. Jimin takes care of everything and just wants me to be happy. We actually just celebrated our anniversary a few weeks ago," you shared, hoping to ease the tension between you and Lupita. Also to maybe try and not have your excitement seem so forced.

But instead, Lupita froze at the mention of your husband's name. Her expression turned serious and slightly melancholic. She turns to face you, walking closer, her face leaning in to whisper hushed into your ear.

"Do you ever get the feeling that something is off?"

Your eyes widen. She feels exactly what you feel, maybe you could try and confide in her. "In all honesty...Lupita, I don't remember you or this house. And Jimin says we've been here before...is that true?" you admitted hesitantly, uncertain if you should trust your own memories.

"I can't say..." Lupita's voice trailed off as she clutched at her arm, her nails digging into her skin. "If I tell you something, he'll know..." she whispered frantically.

"Jimin?" you asked, your eyes continuing to stay wide, and you rest a hand onto her arm to try and calm her down. "Lupita, please tell me what's going on. Today alone has been so strange and I can’t get anything out of him pl-"

"Is the food almost ready?" You turned to see your husband standing there, his eyes dark and calculating as he looked between you and Lupita. She quickly wiped away her tears, trying to compose herself.

"Everything is fine, we're just finishing up," you said, forcing a smile as Jimin walked over to you and placed a possessive hand on the small of your back. His touch made your skin crawl now. "We should go, Jin wanted me to check in on you two," he said with a cheerful tone.

As he led you away, you couldn't shake the feeling that something was seriously wrong in this house and with your husband. And Lupita's words only added to your growing suspicions.

“Well people are asking about you, let's leave Lupita to do her work, we can't hold up their schedule huh?”

“I guess, I'll talk to you later, Lupita.” You said looking back at your “friend.” She nodded and turned around to work on dinner again.

🫀

The table was set, and you and Jimin were seated amongst your neighbors. The aroma of mac and cheese and baked chicken filled the air. The light-hearted chatter around the table did little to distract you from the weight of Lupita's words earlier. She was the only one you could trust, the only one who gave you the answers you so desperately sought.

Lost in your thoughts, you barely noticed when Jin asked about your day. Everyone's eyes turned to you as you snapped out of your daze.

“Baby?” You snapped out of your blank stare looking up, everyone staring at you. “Jin asked about our day.”

“Sorry,” you mumbled, trying to compose yourself. “It's been a long day.”

Jin chuckled, oblivious to your discomfort. “Is everything okay? You're usually so bubbly.” he asked, loading his plate with an extra helping of mac and cheese.

Your palms began to sweat as all eyes remained on you. You nervously stabbed at your food with a fork, taking a small bite before resting your elbow on the wooden table

“I'm just feeling a little lightheaded,” you forced a smile.

“Do we need to go home?” Jimin whispered in your ear, his concern evident.

"No, no, I'm fine," you mumbled through clenched teeth. "Everything is fine." But as you rested your elbow on the wooden table, all you could think about was how everything was far from fine.

Your head snapped up to meet the piercing gazes of everyone in the room, their eyes burning into your skin like hot coals.

"Jimin, make them stop. Tell them to stop staring at me. It's too much..." you pleaded. “What teh fuck is the problem?!” You finally blurt out, and almost immediately cover your mouth at your outburst.

"Guys cut it out. She doesn't like the attention," Jimin scolded. Their heads turn away and then look down at their own plates or spouses. Your breathing is heavy and they almost mimic that, some gazes falling onto Jimin. Then you feel like your head will almost explode, the pain throbbing and becoming unbearable. You were drowning in your own mind and no one seemed willing to lend a helping hand.

Lupita rose from her seat and placed a comforting hand on your shoulder, she was the only one who wasn't fighting to ignore you.

"Leave her alone!" she yelled over the chaos. But it was directed towards Jimin.

"I'm trying to help her! You're just fucking with her mind. Why don't you stop?" Jimin shot back. “Youve been feeding her mind with these fucked up theories ever since we arrived!”

"You know what you're doing!" Lupita's voice rose in anger. "This pain, it's not just for her. It affects all of us."

Through blurry vision, you saw the two of them arguing over your head. Jimin's eyes turned a dangerous red and he raised his hand, pulsating with red energy.

At that moment, all you wanted was to escape. "I need to leave," you said firmly. With trembling hands, you pushed yourself away from the table and made a beeline for the door. Your neighbors stood up too, pleading for you to stay as tears formed in their eyes. Finally able to focus again, you stormed past them and out the door, with Lupita following close behind.

She shut the door and took deep breaths. "We have to leave right now," she said urgently, taking your hand and slipping off her heels. You did the same and ran with her out of the house. “Honey this whole thing isn’t real, he turned this neighborhood, this entire town into a fantasy for himself. He's crazy, you need to see that.” She said, dragging you away, beginning to move ahead of you.

It was all clear now, Jimin messed with your mind, twisting it to what he wanted it to be. And the only thing you could do was leave. “The red wall… is that him?” you ask not wanting to look back, your hand busying itself with trying to tear off the wedding ring, and once its off you toss it to the ground.

“Yes and that's how we're getting out…”

You two kept running the array of homes becoming longer and longer. Screams echoed in the closed-off neighborhood.

Suddenly, Lupita looks back at a loud noise and you shout, "I'm right behind you, keep going!" Your heart races as you fearfully glance over your shoulder, knowing that Jimin is close behind. With renewed determination, you and Lupita continue running through the endless maze of homes, each one blending into the next.

"We can escape now," Lupita gasped for breath. "Jimin is behind all of this, but we can get away." "Will he follow us?" you asked, inching closer to the wall. "I don't know, but we have to try," Lupita replied.

Then before your eyes, Lupita was lifted into the air by the only red mist you could recognize.

It was Jimin.

And he was covered in blood, suit tainted and stained.

“You. You ruined her, I have to start all over because of you!” Jimin yelled walking towards the two of you. “All you ever wanted to do was disrupt our peace, why? What's there to gain from that huh?!” He closed his fist, the magic closing in on Lupita's body. She choked out, unable to escape.

“Stop! Don't kill her, please have me, just take me instead.” You cried out to him. You begin to plead and beg going back towards him.

“No, there's a lesson to learn here. Don’t you get it, you have to learn, no matter if you remember it or not.” Jimin says looking at you and then Lupita, and he closes his fist and launches her away, out of the neighborhood. “There's no way she'll survive that, see what happens now? See what happens when you wake up?”

You collapse to the ground and begin to sob your ring still stuck on your finger. A hand touched your shoulder and you looked up sobbing, breathing heavily. “What could you possibly want now?” You asked completely broken. “You've broken me! You win… I just want to know why.”

“Because, I want- No, we want our peace. After losing so much don't you think we deserve to be happy my love?” You watched as Jimin kneeled down next to you. His eyes stayed a low red hue, his head tilted to the side. “And baby, I was so stupid, we don't need others to keep that peace. We just need ours. This plan of mine, it only needs me and you.”

“You just killed everyone other than you, do you think I want that…”

“You don't understand, you're too naive to understand, baby don't you want to go back to how it was before? Without all this error…”

“Do I have any other option?”

“Its the best way out. For both you, and me.”

You think back to all the bloodshed of that night, finally taking a deep breath. Your head reluctantly nodded, looking at Jimin's now outstretched hand.

You took his bloodied hand, as he pulled you up into a hug. He planted a kiss on the top of your head smiling. Jimin pulled away heading to your own lips, his magic entering your head taking away all the pain, only leaving him. As he pulled away he smiled.

After the disaster that the wedding had been, Namjoon had rushed Y/N and Nara home where he proceeded to put the entire mansion on lock down. No one was to come in or go out that Namjoon had not explicitly approved to do so. He had become slightly paranoid, not that Y/N could blame him for that. She was a little paranoid herself after everything that had happened, and even if she had been one of the people approved to leave the estate, she didn’t think that she would have wanted to. She much preferred to be safe and sound behind the high walls of her cage where nothing could hurt her or her baby. Namjoon for all his faults was at least very good at making sure that nothing could touch them within the heart of his own territory.

While she’d managed to slip away from him before in the past, Namjoon had very much improved the security of his home after her multiple escape attempts and her several successes. He wasn’t taking any chances with the security of his family. The wedding had only hardened that resolve. Nothing was slipping past him this time.

His paranoia and drive to find out who exactly had sabotaged Hoseok and Iyla’s wedding kept him out of Y/N’s hair for the most part. He was a busy man to begin with, but with this he was like a dog with a bone. The staff of the estate likened it to when he was searching for her during what Miss In very politely referred to as her long absence only this time the goal wasn’t retrieval but retribution.

He knew full well that the Lee family had something to do with it all, but Y/N didn’t think he’d yet put together Mark’s involvement, and that was a piece of information that she was keeping closely guarded. While his willingness to put herself and her family in danger had been heartbreaking, she wasn’t willing to turn him over to Namjoon for it. She didn’t want him dead, and she knew that was exactly what Namjoon would do if he were to find out about him involvement. Y/N very much doubted that Hoseok would have a less severe reaction either. It was his wedding that had been ruined and his bride that had been put in danger.

Thankfully Iyla hadn’t been injured during the debacle. Hoseok has very quickly gotten her to safety before rejoining the fray. While deeply shaken by the incident, Iyla was physically unharmed by it. She and Hoseok had even gone on their honeymoon despite it all. The rest of the boys had insisted that they would take care of everything while Hoseok enjoyed the time away with his new wife though the thought of it didn’t sit well with Y/N. Nothing about the marriage had though, and she didn’t get a say when it came to whether or not they would stay or go.

Namjoon assured her that Iyla would be perfectly safe in Hoseok’s care, and Y/N didn’t doubt that there wouldn’t be another incident. It wasn’t Hoseok that had been the target at the wedding, but the idea of her baby sister on a honeymoon with a man she despised left a bitter taste in Y/N’s mouth even if she was grateful that it was Hoseok that had kept her sister safe during the shootout. She still wasn’t fond of him though. There was too much darkness that lingered behind the cheery persona. It also didn’t help his case that he was the reason that Iyla would never be free of Namjoon and his world.

Part of her held onto fantasy that if Hoseok had never taken a liking to her sister she would have been able to strike a deal with Namjoon for her freedom. She knew that she couldn’t broker such a deal for herself or her daughter, but Namjoon held no such attachment to her sister. Iyla was a convenient threat to hang over her head, but if her freedom could be used as a bargaining chip to get her to comply, Y/N had no doubt Namjoon would have taken full advantage of it if not for Hoseok’s involvement in it all. She was also certain that he would have demanded something just as substantial in exchange.

Unfortunately, that was not how anything had played out. Hoseok had taken a keen interest in her sister, and Namjoon was all too happy to approve the match. It had all be decided before she’d even been present to try to fight for her sister’s freedom. She could understand that in some ways Hoseok’s marriage to her protected Iyla from Namjoon. There was nothing extreme that he could do to her in an effort to control or punish Y/N while she was married to a man that he considered a brother. It would go against the great respect and affection that the seven men held for each other. As twisted as they were, they were a family in their own rights, and they protected each other and their own like family.

While there was nothing she could do to help her sister, there was plenty to keep her occupied within the confines of her own home though she was still loath to refer to the estate as such. Nara took up a good portion of her time, and Miss In had begun to explain a little more of the inner workings of how the house was run.

While Y/N didn’t manage any of it directly most things were still brought to her for approval. One of the maids had been proposed to by her fiancee and was leaving her position, and Y/N needed to look over the candidates for the opening all of which had already been strictly screened by Miss In. Did they want to add any new flowers and plants to the garden in the spring or would they be ordering the same annuals they always did? She looked over weekly menus provided by the chef. It all gave her a small sense of control even if it was an illusion. Miss In was still very much the one in charge of the household, but she was a kind woman who respected that this was technically Y/N’s home even if she didn’t want it to be, and a woman should have some say in the running of her own home.

Slowly the estate was beginning to feel more and more like her domain, not in its entirety but little pockets that she could call her own. They helped to keep her sane in the life that Namjoon had crafted for her. It also helped that everyone who worked within the estate, except for perhaps Namjoon’s goons who acted as security, didn’t treat her as a prisoner. She was treated respectfully and kindly as the lady of the house. It was a small mercy that helped to make her feel slightly more normal despite the abnormality of her situation.

This and many other thoughts ran through her head as she spent her afternoon in the kitchen. Nara was down for a nap, and her fingers had been itching to do something, and she had a craving cinnamon rolls. She didn’t often get cravings, but a couple times a year, the idea of a certain food would take hold, and eventually she would cave and make it. Cinnamon rolls had just happened to be the one to take hold this time, and they were easy enough to make and to share. She wouldn’t really want more than one, but there were plenty of people who came in and out of the house on a regular basis who could enjoy them.

She was just beginning to knead the dough when she felt an arm circle around her waist, her husband pressing himself up against her back and peering over her shoulder. No one else would have been so bold as to touch her like this.

“What are you making, jagiya?” He asked, looking curiously as the lump of dough on the counter, the staff choosing to ignore the pair knowing that Y/N wouldn’t let him get himself into too much trouble.

Namjoon rarely if ever ventured into the kitchen. She’d been informed by the staff there that once Namjoon had gone into the kitchen after the normal work day was done in the late hours of the night and attempted to fix himself some coffee and something to eat and had managed to set something on fire. Oak Soon, the woman in charge of the kitchen, had been terrified of allowing him any leeway in her kitchen ever since and someone was always on call in the late hours in case Namjoon or any other member of the family should need something. Because Namjoon’s presence was unwelcome there and hers was not, Y/N found herself spending little pockets of her free time there. Oak Soon was not opposed to her cooking and baking things for herself so long as she didn’t set anything on fire or injure herself, and after hearing of Namjoon’s kitchen disaster, she wasn’t too keen on letting him get into anything either.

“Cinnamon rolls.”

Namjoon hummed, pressing a kiss to the side of her head. “Any particular reason?”

Y/N shrugged, reaching for the flower to sprinkle a little more over the sticky dough. “I had a craving.”

Namjoon chuckled a little at that. “You realize the staff would have happily made those for you.”

She shrugged again. “I know, but I wanted to do it myself. You’re back early.” Namjoon’s pursuit of the culprits of the wedding disaster had kept him out of the house more than not in recent days.

“I can’t miss my wife?”

“No.”

The word came out flat as she continued with her task, acting as though Namjoon weren’t hanging off her asking for her attention.

Namjoon sighed, releasing her and moving to stand beside her at the counter. “Taehyung kicked me out of the office.”

Y/N paused, looking at him incredulously from the corner of her eye. “He kicked you out? Of your own office?”

“He said I was getting on his nerves.”

“Ah.” She nodded, understanding perfectly why the younger man had sent him packing. “You’ve been micromanaging.”

Namjoon made a noise of protest. “I have not!”

“Then why did Taehyung kick you out?”

Namjoon stayed silent for a moment, pouting at being called out for his behavior. “I may have been micromanaging.” He admitted as she went back to kneading the dough. “It just doesn’t make sense. Lee had no reason to disrupt the wedding like that. He may not like us very much, but even he knows how stupid of a decision that was. Someone else had to have been involved for him to get himself entrenched in this. He wouldn’t have the spine otherwise.”

Y/N froze, hands resting on top of the log of dough. “Do you know who he was working with?” She asked softly, her breath caught in her throat as she waited to hear if Mark had been found out or not.

“Not yet, but we will.” Namjoon promised, a dark glint in his eye. She let out a shaky breath, causing Namjoon’s attention to snap back to her. “It’s alright, jagiya. We’ll find out who did this. Nothing is going to happen to you or Nara.” He promised, gently turning her to face him and completely misinterpreting the cause of her unease.

“I know. I know you won’t.” she agreed, refusing to meet his eye. He was always so perceptive, and she worried that he’d somehow figure out Mark’s involvement just by looking at her.

It was a ridiculous thought. There was no way that he would be able to tell just by looking at her, and if he had his suspicions she knew well enough that he wouldn’t be above asking her directly just as he had all that time ago when Jackson had been poking around and causing headaches for him as he’d been searching for her. She could only pray that Taehyung wouldn’t notice Mark on the CCTV footage from the venue, and that Mark was smart enough not to attend the ceremony itself and get himself caught in the video of the ceremony.

“You should let Mrs. Park finish this.” Namjoon fussed, already half convinced that she should go and rest. He’d been particularly mother hen-like since Nara’s birth, her own near death having scared him more than he would like to admit.

“I’m fine, Namjoon. I can make a batch of cinnamon rolls.” She huffed, brushing him off and returning to kneading. “Besides, these need to be set out to rise anyway and the first proving takes a while. The dough will need to sit. I’ll be done in a minute.”

“Jagi…” He began, using that infuriating placating tone that he used when he was trying to convince her to do things his way when she was set against it. “You’ve had a shock, a trauma.”

“Every day with you is traumatic.”

“Jagi.”

She bristled. “I don’t see what that has to do with cinnamon rolls, Namjoon.”

“You shouldn’t strain yourself.”

With an indignant little croak, she whirled back around to face him. “And what about the shock and trauma you went through? I don’t see anyone treating you as though you’re made of glass.”

“Jagiya,” He began again, his tone losing the placating tone and turning into something softer and more genuine. “Only one of us is used to that kind of violence.”

“ That’s a convenient excuse.”

“It’s my job to make sure that you’re both safe. It’s my job to make sure that no one moves against us.”

Y/N rolled her eyes with a huff noting that the staff who had been in the kitchen had all made a discreet exit to leave the pair to quarrel in peace.

“Jagi.” He growled out in warning, less than pleased by her flippant attitude.

“I’m not made of glass, Namjoon.” she turned back to her dough choosing to take her frustrations out on it rather than him. “I don’t need you to treat me like I am. Yes, what happened what traumatizing, but I don’t need you to save me from the strain of making cinnamon rolls. It’s a little excessive.”

“I… I know. I’m sorry, jagi.” The apology was unexpected, and she paused. “I-I’ve come too close to losing you too many times this year. I know you’re not made of glass. Your strength is one of the things I was so drawn to.” She stared at him blankly, unamused by his arguments. “I- I’m a little on edge after the past year. Please, jagi.”

“Stop being so overbearing and then we’ll talk.” she sniffed, placing the dough back in the bowl and covering it so that it could sit to rise.

“Overbearing!” He spluttered.

“Overbearing.” She repeated with a small nod. “Why do you think Taehyung kicked you out?”

“This is slander.”

“This is you being annoying.” She shot back as she moved to the sink to wash off the dough and flour sticking to her hands.

“You wound me, my love.”

“Stop being so traumatizing then. Just think of all the therapy we all need!” She called over her shoulder as she made her way out of the kitchen. “It’s going to cost you a fortune. We might even bankrupt you.”

“It’s safe to go in now.” She told Oak Soon who was nervously lingering outside of her kitchen much to the other woman’s relief. “Thank you again for letting me borrow some space in the kitchen.”

“Of course, buin.” Oak Soon nodded, watching with narrowed eyes as Namjoon followed his wife out of the kitchen. “You’re always welcome.”

Y/N gave her another smile and continued on into the house with Namjoon remaining close on her heels.

She’d only made it a few feet away from the kitchen before Namjoon caught her by the wrist, pulling her back to him.

“I would happily let you bankrupt me.”

“Be careful what you wish for, Namjoon. You never know. I might actually do it.”

He smiled roguishly at her, happy that she was herself enough to be joking with him.

“Everything I have is yours, and you are welcome to use it as you wish.”

Y/N gave him a quick once over, clearly skeptical about the truth of those words, and wrinkled her nose when she found him to be completely serious in his declaration.

“If you plan to keep your criminal empire intact, you might not want to be quite so generous.”

“Only for you, jagi.”

She hummed, smiling slightly though the expression was tight and a little strained. “That is your mistake to make, Namjoon.”

“What will you do while you wait for your cinnamon rolls to rise?”

The question startled her a little. She hadn’t been expecting for Namjoon to continue the conversation. He never really took an interest in her baking on the odd occasion that she did it.

“I suppose I’ll go read for a while. Nara was napping last I checked.”

Namjoon hummed in understanding. “Shall we read together, jagiya?”

Y/N’s brows scrunched together in disgruntlement. “If you want to. It’s your house, and no one is stopping you.”

“I know that, jagi.” he laughed. “I just want to know that if I want to spend time with you that you won’t disappear on me.”

“And if I don’t wan to spend time with you?” She asked, crossing her arms under her chest.

“Then that’s your decision, jagi. I gave you the piano room as a sanctuary for a reason, but I would like- I hope that you’d like to spend time with me to.”

She sucked in a sharp breath. “Namjoon-”

“I’m not asking for the world, jagiya. I just want to spend some time with my wife.” He brushed a strand of hair away from her face, marveling at how long it had gotten since he’d brought her home. The ends of it now hung a bit above her shoulders, and Namjoon was very pleased to see it getting longer again. The short hair had been cute in its own way, but he much preferred it with some length to it. He liked the feel of it running through his fingers. He liked the ability to tug on it when he had her in the throes of passion.

Namjoon had to shake the thought out of his head. She hadn’t wanted to be intimate in some time, not since before Nara’s birth, and even then it had been only a handful of times since her return to Korea. She’d shown no interest in giving into such passion anytime soon either. Besides, the doctor hadn’t given them the green light for such activities yet either, and Namjoon would simply have to wait until they got the go ahead from the doctor to start seducing his wife in ernest.

“I don’t think that’s too much to ask.” He added softly.

Y/N cleared her throat awkwardly, taking a step back. “I have to grab my book from the piano room.”

There is no better feeling in the world than the feeling of being at peace. Of finally letting go of the problems of reality, and just feeling relief and calm.

Opening your eyes, you find yourself in a vast field of flowers. The tall flowers touch your knees and legs like a gentle caress. When you looked ahead, the field seemed endless, but right next to it was a giant wall surrounded by red roses. Above your head, in the gray sky, was a giant clock, the clouds did little to mask it.

The clock, despite being large, its hands made a muffled "tik-tak" noise. But if you concentrated you could hear a muffled voice imitating the sound of the clock hands.

"tick-tock"

The voice said.

The voice was definitely male. You look around the large field, searching for the owner of the voice. But you find no one, you are the only person there.

But the voice is louder. What was once just an imitation of the sound of the clock hands now becomes a kind of plea.

"Tick-tock honey...Tick-tock...time is running out! You need to decide!"

The voice now seemed to be right next to your ear. But even as you turned to find the owner of the voice, you saw nothing. The voice became more constant and louder as you turned.

When suddenly the Clock above your head strikes a full hour. The deep, loud sound of its chimes completely silences the place, making you completely forget about the voice.

But when you look down, you meet the gaze of a man. He was right in front of you, very close to you, but you never heard him coming. As the man comes closer to you, with slow, light steps, you feel your heart beat as if it were going to come out of your chest.

The man slowly reaches out his hand towards your face, and although he doesn't seem to want to hurt you, you close your eyes tightly. And then the last chime of the clock is heard, and absolute silence sets in, where all you can hear is your racing heart. And the feeling of the man's hand on her face never happened.

When you open your eyes again, you are in a room, now looking at a dark wooden ceiling. Moving your fingers, you can see that you are lying on something soft. As you move your head, your eyes land on the figure of someone. That's right, you were in the middle of therapy.

The man has his back to you, fiddling quickly with a black box. But at the slightest noise you make, he turns around, now realizing you were awake.

"Ha, Miss Y/N, I'm glad you're awake. I'm sorry, it seems like I gave you too strong a dose of the tranquilizer."

You don't say anything, just sit down slowly. Looking around the room, you close your eyes, feeling the information return to your brain.

Fortunately, your psychologist Seokjin doesn't say anything, he just waits for you to get your bearings with a sweet smile on his lips.

Seokjin is one of the best psychologists in the region. Everyone says that besides being very handsome, he is also very sweet. But even though he hasn't done anything to make you think otherwise, you still feel like there's something wrong with him.

"I think we're going to end our therapy session for today, Miss Y/N. You need a break."

Nodding to him, you get up from the large red couch in your office, walking slowly to the door as your brain begins to remember its basic functions. Oh my, did you sleep that much?

Seokjin walks you to the classroom door. He says you're doing really well, and you're doing much better than you were before.

But you doubt it. Since you started therapy, you have noticed little difference. You wouldn't say it was Seokjin's fault, no, it was your fault. Fortunately, the medicine you're taking is slowly making you forget about Wonderland.

Wonderland, you liked to call it. It's silly, but at the time you created it, you were going through a vulnerable time.

The comforting place. But even though you liked it there, you knew it wasn't healthy.

Without even realizing it, you are already outside the apartment where Seokjin's office is.

With all these therapies and strong medications, you started to realize how gray the world was becoming. You don't know if it's a consequence of the medications, or if the world has always been like this.

The streets were dark, the houses were mostly gray, and the houses that had colors were dull, the sky was almost always cloudy. But as time went by, you learned to live with cloudy days, starting to like them more than sunny days.

Despite constantly complaining that the houses in his town were gray and dull, his own is not much different.

Now standing in front of your apartment door, you unlock the various locks on your door. Complaining to herself why her subconscious felt the need to put more than one or two.

Entering your apartment and taking off your shoes, you emotionlessly observed the darkness of your apartment.

Deciding then to take a cold shower to remove the rest of Seokjin's drugs from your body, you find yourself naked under the freezing water, allowing her to lift a weight off your shoulders that you didn't even know you were carrying.

Closing your eyes, you revel in the sight of the water running down your body, but when you open your eyes again, you are no longer in your home. But the feeling of water on your body remains.

It doesn't take much to realize that you are standing on a rock in a large lake, the sensation of the liquid running down your body was like a large waterfall. Even though night had taken over, and the tall trees were dark enough to barely be seen, the lake still shone with the light of the full moon, the blue glow of the water was abnormal, but very beautiful.

Slowly, you climb down from the rock and enter the dark lake. For some reason you were not afraid, it was as if all your thoughts and worries had disappeared.

Now the dark water was just above his chest. Even with the blue glow that the water made with your movements, it was not possible to see the bottom of it, your body disappeared into the water as if you were missing. But as said before, you were not afraid.

Not even when a figure resurfaced from the water at the edge of the lake. Due to the darkness you couldn't see who it could be, but you didn't worry about it. The only thing you could think about was whether any traces of the drug remained in your body.

You don't know why, but you stand still as the figure slowly moves towards you. The water was up to your waist and the water left a trail of blue glow as he approached.

Now, with the figure in front of you, you can see it better.

He was an extremely familiar man. It was undeniable that he was very handsome. His physique was thin with some prominent muscles, his jaw was defined, and his handsome face looked at you seriously.

You don't know if you should say anything. Maybe ask who it is? But it's clear that this is a dream. Isn't it?

The man comes closer to you and grabs your waist underwater, pressing your bodies together with a loud noise.

He brings his face closer to yours, now you could see the blue glow in his black eyes.

"Stay!"

He whispers close to your face, and with a satisfied sigh he brings your lips together in a needy kiss.

You don't know whether to kiss this stranger back, but the feeling of his lips is too good to deny. But it doesn't matter, you don't care now, not anymore.

The stranger interrupts the kiss to lower his face to her neck. Starting with small licks, he begins to suck and bite the thin skin of your neck as you tilt your head further to the side, giving him more access.

Your mind turns to jelly as something presses against your clit. You shiver at the sensation and the stranger lets out a muffled chuckle down your neck.

"Don't worry darling, I'll have plenty of time to make you mine."

He says close to your ear, and with one last pressure applied to your sex, you close your eyes, feeling the man slowly move away from you, feeling helpless for not being able to pull it back like your body so desires.

When you open your eyes, you're back in your bathroom. Under a simple shower. No magical water, no handsome man, no moonlight.

Just you and your fingers.

You feel stupid for giving in to a likely hallucination caused by your disorders. You swore that the medicine Seokjin gave you would help, that it would make you forget about Wonderland.

But it seems the temptation of that place is stronger than you thought.

Dreams about Wonderland became frequent. You knew you couldn't deny the sensations you felt in your dreams. It was all very real, and the proof of that was the mark on his neck. Dreams don't leave physical marks.

Standing in front of the mirror in your bedroom, you press an ice cube to the purple mark on your neck, a hickey. After the incident with the water and her intimate moment with that stranger, the hallucinations began to have physical consequences.

You had been in therapy with Seokjin for a while now.

But even with constant therapy sessions, you still lived around Wonderland.

Every night you dreamed of that place. Every day you found yourself inside Wonderland at inappropriate and random moments.

Like the time you had an important test, and you were so nervous that you found yourself in Wonderland again. And your old friend, the one you considered your best friend, was hugging you gently as he told you that everything was okay.

At the time you didn't see a problem, it helped you calm your anxiety, but what seemed like minutes to you was actually hours, and you weren't able to finish the test.

These moments only lessened when Seokjin gave you some pills, saying that it would help you keep your head on reality.

And it actually worked for a while. But he never liked the idea of you leaving him, of you slowly forgetting about him. Until he took action.

Ever since you started moving to Wonderland, you've made a habit of writing down what happened there, knowing that you could forget at any moment.

But with the use of medication, you no longer saw the need to write, thinking that you would soon leave this crazy world behind.

But after a day of therapy, when you arrived home, you didn't expect to find these writings on your desk. You swore you had saved them so you would never find them again.

But when you touch them, you realize they are different. The previously white pages, with letters meticulously thought out and organized, were now stained red.

"you can't forget me darling!"

"stop trying to get rid of what's real!"

"Stay! You must stay!"

"Come home! Come back to me!"

All of this was on every page.

You took them to Seokjin the next day. He told you that you probably did this when you were in a moment of hallucination, where a part of your brain didn't want to leave the comfort that Wonderland brought you.

That makes perfect sense, but a big part of you was saying that wasn't it, that he was wrong, that you didn't do it, and that you were in danger.

But what could you do to change the situation? Seokjin wouldn't believe that you weren't the one who did this, and you and him should be the only people who know about Wonderland.

In a way, the least painful path you found was to ignore the red notes on the white pages, and perhaps a higher dose of the meds could help.

Or so you thought.

Ever since you started going to Wonderland, a part of you knew you were fucked. And ever since then, you knew there was nothing you could do to change it.

The only thing left for you to do is keep this madness under control.