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𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐱 𝐅/𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

| 𝐀 𝐣𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭’𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬. 𝐎𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐫, 𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫, 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐬. |

The roar of the crowd still pulsed through the backstage halls like a living heartbeat. It was 1986, and neon lights buzzed erratically above Y/N’s head as she stepped into the cramped dressing room for her interview. The worn carpet and peeling posters of bands long past couldn’t mask the electrifying energy left over from the concert.

Inside, Namjoon and Jungkook lounged on a scruffy velour couch, exuding the kind of casual confidence only rock stars could. Their hair was teased high in true glam-metal style—Namjoon’s a wild platinum-streaked tangle, a black bandana around his forehead, while Jungkook’s looked as though he’d just stepped off the Sunset Strip: jet-black, voluminous, and artfully tousled. Tattoos and leather gleamed under the flickering overhead light, and a haze of cigarette smoke curled lazily above them.

Namjoon lifted his head first, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as he noted Y/N’s arrival. “Well, hello there, sweetheart.” His voice was smooth, carrying the slightest rasp from hours of singing and shouting on stage.

Jungkook let out a quiet chuckle, his darkly lined eyes trailing up and down Y/N’s form. “Nice of you to drop by,” he teased, fiddling with the zipper on his ripped leather vest. “Thought maybe you’d lost your nerve and bailed.”

Y/N swallowed the sudden lump in her throat. She stepped forward, feeling the weight of their combined gaze pressing down on her. “I’m here to interview you both,” she said, trying to steady her voice. “I’m Y/N. Thanks for agreeing to this.”

Namjoon swung one leg off the couch and leaned forward, forearms resting on his knees. “You’re welcome,” he drawled, “though I can’t promise we’ll behave.” A lazy grin appeared on his lips, revealing a silver lip ring that glinted under the harsh lighting.

Jungkook reached over to the side table—a makeshift bar cluttered with half-empty bottles—and poured some whiskey into a glass. “Wouldn’t be much fun if we did,” he murmured, tossing a wink in Y/N’s direction. “Drink?”

She shook her head politely. “Maybe later,” she managed, pulling out her notebook and tape recorder. “I’d like to start with the new album—your influences and the vibe you’re going for…”

They bantered about the album, dropping names of 80s metal legends and giving half-teasing, half-honest answers. Y/N tried her best to keep the conversation on track, but the tension in the room was nearly tangible, especially whenever Jungkook’s gaze lingered on her or Namjoon’s smirk curved just a little wider.

Halfway through her question about their wildest tour stories, Namjoon stood up, strolling over to the cluttered side table. He grabbed a glass and filled it with whiskey, all the while tossing her a glance from over his shoulder. “Keep going, sweetheart,” he said, swirling the amber liquid. “I’m listening.”

Y/N tried not to falter as she continued, “What do you think sets you apart from the other bands on the Sunset Strip right now? Is it the lyrics, the… stage presence?”

Namjoon returned, sipping his whiskey with a slow, almost provocative ease. Then, as he passed behind Y/N, he brushed his hand across her shoulder, fingers drifting lightly but purposefully over the fabric of her shirt. A warm jolt shot through her nerves. She forced herself to maintain composure, but her voice wavered on the next sentence.

He dropped back onto the couch, letting his arm drape across the back of it. “We’re not just a band,” he replied, giving her a knowing look. “We’re an… experience. People come to our shows wanting to forget who they are for a while. We’re good at helping them do that.”

Jungkook exhaled a soft laugh, setting his own glass aside so he could lean closer to Y/N. “Some say they can’t tell where we end and they begin,” he purred, dark eyes unwavering. “That we have this way of… persuading them.”

Her pulse hammered. She turned her gaze to Jungkook, pen tight in her grip. “I’ve heard those rumors,” she admitted. “That when people are around you—especially the girls—they can’t say no.”

Namjoon took another sip of whiskey, the silver rings on his fingers clinking against the glass. “Maybe they don’t want to say no,” he offered, a flirtatious edge to his tone. “Maybe we just bring out what they already feel.”

“Especially when it’s something they’re too shy to admit,” Jungkook added. He paused, letting the implication hang in the air, then grinned. “What about you, doll? You manage to say no just fine?”

Y/N’s cheeks burned, but she steeled herself. “I’m just here to do my job,” she replied, attempting to sound cool. Inside, her stomach churned with a conflicting mix of attraction and caution.

She continued her questions about the band’s rise to fame, the chaos of touring, and their plans for future releases. The entire time, Namjoon and Jungkook volleyed answers back and forth—sometimes playful, sometimes cryptic, but always with that undercurrent of flirtation that made her breath catch.

At last, with her notebook filled with scribbled notes and her tape recorder now silent, she said, “I think that covers everything I needed… for now.”

Jungkook stood, running a hand through his teased hair, sending it bouncing back into place. “For now, huh?” he echoed, stepping close enough that she caught the whiff of leather and faint cologne. “Does that mean you’ll be back for more?”

Namjoon drained the last of his whiskey and set the glass aside, coming to stand on her other side. “We do have a habit of leaving people wanting more,” he said lightly, turning to face her. The corner of his lip curved. “Speaking of which…”

Y/N blinked as Namjoon extended his hand—a handshake to wrap up the interview. She took it, expecting a quick, polite press of the palms. But he held on, letting his fingers tighten gently around hers. The silver rings pressing into her skin served as a reminder of the power and confidence he radiated.

“You’ve been a delight, sweetheart,” he murmured, eyes flicking down to her lips for a heartbeat before meeting her gaze again. “I’m sure we’ll meet again.”

Her heart fluttered in her chest, and she tried to pull back, but his hand lingered just a moment too long. The warmth of his grip spread through her arm and made her pulse quicken.

Then Jungkook leaned in behind her, close enough that she could feel the heat of his body. His finger brushed a strand of her hair, twisting it gently before letting it slip away. A heady mixture of smoke, whiskey, and something distinctly him enveloped her senses. “Come back any time, doll,” he whispered, his breath fanning against her ear. “I have a feeling you’re not done with us yet.”

A rush of heat flooded Y/N’s face. She slipped free of Namjoon’s hold and managed an unsteady step backward, her notebook clutched tight. “I—I’ll see myself out,” she stammered, trying to keep her composure. With one last glance at both men—torn leather, teased hair, tattoos, and dangerously inviting smiles—she hurried toward the door.

Just as her hand grasped the doorknob, Jungkook’s voice followed her, laced with lazy amusement. “Don’t forget that drink next time, doll!”

Namjoon added, “And maybe, sweetheart…” He paused, letting the sentence dangle like a tempting piece of bait. “We’ll show you just how persuasive we can be.”

Y/N’s cheeks blazed at his words. Without a response, she slipped out into the hallway, the door closing behind her. Adrenaline thrummed in her veins, and it took her a moment to steady her breathing. She could still sense the ghost of their touch—the press of Namjoon’s rings, the soft brush of Jungkook’s fingertips in her hair.

The interview might be over, but something far more had just begun.

The sun had barely risen when Y/N stepped off the rattling elevator and into the cramped newspaper office. the place was a cacophony of clacking typewriters, ringing phones, and the pungent smell of coffee that had been burning on the hot plate since dawn. She clutched yesterday’s edition in her hand—her article about Namjoon and Jungkook’s band was splashed across the entertainment section. The headline boasted some sensational line about rock ‘n’ roll’s new kings and the rumor that nobody could say no to them.

Her boss, Mr. Hayworth, spotted her the moment she walked in. He was a stern-faced man in his fifties with a perpetually creased brow and a tie perpetually loosened around his neck. “Y/N!” he barked over the din, waving her into his cramped corner office. “Close that door behind you.”

She complied, stepping into a space cluttered with stacks of papers, film reels, and an ancient rotary phone perched on the edge of his desk. Hayworth gestured for her to sit, but she couldn’t miss the slight excitement in his eyes. It made her heart flutter nervously—her first piece for the paper had already caused a stir.

“You see these?” he asked, slapping the front page of the entertainment section with his palm. “Your piece on those glam-metal hotshots is selling better than we expected. We’ve had folks calling in, wanting to know more.”

Y/N’s breath caught. She recalled the interview all too vividly: Namjoon’s teasing smirk, Jungkook’s intense gaze, the way they’d both touched her just enough to send her nerves into a tailspin. “That’s… great,” she managed, not sure if she felt relief or dread.

Hayworth’s eyes narrowed. “Don’t get me wrong, it’s good. But it’s incomplete.” He jabbed a finger at the article. “You barely scratched the surface of that band’s history. Readers want the juicy details—childhood stories, drama, any scandal we can dig up. They want the real dirt.”

Y/N swallowed. “You… want me to go back?”

A smile tugged at the corner of Hayworth’s mouth—a rare sight. “That’s exactly what I want, kid. We’ve had calls from rock magazines asking who got the scoop first. That means we’re onto something big. And I want you to go deeper.” He plucked a half-crushed pack of cigarettes from his desk, tapping one out. “You’ve got the rapport with ‘em now—so use it.”

Y/N’s mind flicked to the image of Jungkook leaning in, the smell of his leather vest and whiskey, and Namjoon’s lingering handshake, the heat of his rings pressing into her skin. Her pulse kicked up at the memory. “Sir, they’re not exactly… easy to handle,” she admitted carefully. “Last time, I barely—”

Hayworth waved her off. “Figure it out. They like you, or they wouldn’t have given you anything. Go find out how they got started, what makes their fans so obsessed, and if these rumors about ‘nobody saying no’ are true.” He lit the cigarette and pointed it at her. “That’s a killer angle. People eat that stuff up.”

She knew arguing was pointless; the paper needed another front-page splash, and she was the one who’d opened the door. Still, a twist of anticipation curled in her stomach. Was she ready to face Namjoon and Jungkook again? She could still feel the crackle in the air from that dressing-room encounter—how close they’d gotten, how part of her didn’t want to leave.

Hayworth glanced at the clock on the wall. “No time to waste. They’re still in town for a few days before heading to the next city, right?”

Y/N nodded, resigned yet tingling with something she couldn’t fully name—excitement? Fear? Both? “I’ll get in touch with their manager today,” she promised, rising to her feet.

“Good. And Y/N?” He gave her a curt nod of approval. “Don’t hold back this time. The bigger the story, the better for all of us.”

𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐱 𝐅/𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

| 𝐀 𝐣𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭’𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬. 𝐎𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐫, 𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫, 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐬. |

The TV glowed in the dimly lit room, flickering with scenes of chaos and adoration. A headline scrolled across the bottom of the screen: “Black Viper: Rock’s Most Infamous Duo Takes Over the World.”

The footage was raw, capturing Namjoon and Jungkook in their element. On stage, Namjoon prowled like a predator, his long hair whipping around as his guitar screamed through the crowd. Tattoos snaked across his forearms, catching the stage lights as he moved. Beside him, Jungkook stood like a storm waiting to break—his dark eyes lined with kohl, lips parted as he screamed lyrics into the mic. His shirt hung loose, barely concealing the inked canvas of his chest.

The clip shifted to street interviews. A reporter held a mic out to a young man in a leather jacket, his expression shifting between awe and unease.

“Black Viper? Man, don’t ever leave your girlfriend near them, because she won’t be your girlfriend anymore,” he said with a laugh, shaking his head.

The screen cut to an older woman who leaned into the mic conspiratorially. “I heard they share girls,” she whispered, her eyes wide. “It’s in all the stories. Once you’re in, you’re theirs. No going back.”

Backstage chaos filled the screen next—broken bottles, laughter, and women hanging on their every word. Namjoon leaned back against a wall, cigarette in hand, his smirk a challenge to the camera. Jungkook, seated on a couch, toyed with the rings on his fingers before flashing a devil-may-care grin.

The voiceover returned, more chilling than before:

“Black Viper isn’t just a band—they’re a force of nature. Loved, feared, and utterly untouchable. But for anyone who dares to step into their orbit, the line between thrill and danger blurs fast.”

Y/N sat stiffly on the couch, watching the clip. Her pen hovered over her notebook, trembling slightly. This was what she was walking into. Her assignment wasn’t just a profile—it was survival.

I am so sorry for taking this much time and apologize if the ending didn't satisfy you . I tried to make it as best as possible

This was the end to our story little one , thank you everyone for keeping up with the journey 🥹, let me know how much did you enjoy it and also the story has 2 endings according to everyone's like 🥰💜

Once again sorry 💜

You all are jk's little ones 💋

Read it from here Girlies💜💜💜

👁‍🗨Part -7 (Ending)👁‍🗨

⚠️ Contains light smut | Forced smut | non-con

M!yandere jjk x F!innocent outcast

For disclaimer and part -1 , please refer to ⚜️part -1⚜️

Previous

“Can you ?”

H-huh?.Starled by the question thrown at you by your classmate. “Can you sit at my place today , I have to do some work alone at last desk?”.Your classmate whom you didn't knew showed up to you with a neutral rude face . “Ye-yeah s-sure , where do I-i have t-to s-sit”. You asked with a nervous tone hoping it was an isolated desk too.Your classmate rolled his eyes and said .“It's beside Jungkook”. You froze , you started instantly reacting. “Se-see please don't d-do this , I c-can sit a-anywhere b-but not t-there please”. You started begging him as if your life is dependent on him. “Listen stop bickering me , I have work to do for principal , if you say one more thing I will complaint about you”. You immediately stopped and bowed towards him in an attempt to apologise and calm your racing heart. Your mind lingers with panic and stomach clenched like rubber . You just wanted to go and disappear. You can't sit beside Jungkook especially not your harrasser , with shaking footsteps and wide eyes you saw his desk , only to find no one as it was break. With shaking legs and sweating palm you went towards his seat . You mentally prayed that jungkook will not come after break but you also knew it wasn't possible .

You placed your head down , not wanting to face anyone and started thinking about your life that was ruined by jungkook , the layer of overthinking and future directions. Suddenly you felt someone's presence and you knew who it was . You kept your head down not wanting to look back up like a child scared by ghosts . An arm was wrapped around your waist after, you heard his whisper “Baby , class is started look up”. You froze and started processing events as you looked back up and saw his eyes dangerously piercing through yours , stripping you in clothes. You nodded with fear . He came close to your ears giving you goosebumps all around your body . “Come close , still very sensitive to daddy's touch?” , He pressed his arms more tightly crushing your hip bones . You still didn't came closer, fighting your inner uncomfortably . He grabbed you more tightly pulling you as close as he could. "Ah-ah" moan of pain emerged your mouth , bliss for him.

Throughout the whole remaining day , he grabbed you , pulled you , touched you inappropriately on all parts of your body ,under the skirts , your underwear and you were on the verge of tears at this point. You mentally lost the battle and your body was not responding like you wanted. After the last bell rang , all the students were leaving the classroom and you started packing up things with shaky hands and in tears while jungkook still touching you , his eyes pierced through yours as he saw you struggling to pack up everything. You wanted to leave so bad that you stood up causing jungkook hands to jerk down. You attempted to leave but he grabbed your thighs under the skirt . “Wanting to leave so soon babygirl , you will definitely get punished for it” . He grabbed your thighs so tight that it left purple marks . “P-please le-let m-me g-go, please”. Desperately you cried for mercy . “What if I say no?” . “Please j-jungkook , y-you a-already r-ruined m-my family ,w-what d-do you w-want n-now”. You stood up bold with this question as jungkook pinned you to the desk , his manhood touching your waist and his hands grabbing your hands backwards. He came dangerously close , as you tried to look away . He clenched your jaw to face him . “You”. He said straight up looking towards you. “I want you , babygirl . My only motive to ruin your family is wanting you”. Your body froze and mind went blank , why does he want you and why only you .

“Wear this and come to my house tomorrow, baby ,I have a surprise for you”. Jungkook said with a smirk , handing you a bag. “Wh-what's this”. You got starled by the immediate response when you were overthinking, his one hands still around your waist and other hand having a bag. “I-I d-don't-”. “If you want to see your family including your lovely sister alive then you will do it right ,baby ?”. Your words got cut by jungkook's agressive threat and smirk. You nodded with head down and shivering body. “Good girl” .He proceeded to come closer to you and you started resisting , He grabbed your face to face towards him and kissed you harshly on your lips to the point of bleeding. Your screams were morphed and tears dried as he stopped and left you there all alone crying just like a harraser. You started thinking of ending your life but as a sadist he was , you must fulfill his desire to have your family alive or else your and your family's life will be dommed.You gather up the courage to stand and look into the bag , only to find a red draped silk lingerie , shining it's colours and screaming desperation in a refined way. You were disgusted by the fabric, never in your life you thought you would wear this. You always thought you didn't looked good enough to wear revealing dresses and here you have to wear this piece of cloth ,looting your innocence.

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Your feet were going towards something you were going to regret. You never wanted to go, but it’s for your family and your future. Maybe he just want this ? . Maybe he will leave after taking your innocence. You knocked on the door with shaky legs, you came at the exact timings he told you to come. The door opened and there he stood only in his shorts and a towel around making him look 10x hotter. "Babygirl I was waiting for you". He said with a smirk ,melting your each organ with the husky voice he had. You were sure today he won't let you go.

“Jung-Jungkook, wh-why di-did you c-called m-me?” You dumbly asked the question knowing exactly why, but you still had hope that it was not what you were thinking, hoping it would be just a prank. “Didn’t you know at the time of wearing my gift that why I called you ‘huh, sugar?” He said teasingly, You turned red and nervous. You did not want it, nor did you even think about having it. In today’s era, when teens are engaged in such activities, you kept yourself pure and unbothered by everything; you did not want to give yourself up just like that; you are mentally not prepared. Jungkook pulled you by hand inside his lavish mansion, reflecting the money and class his family has, unlike you. He pinned you to the wall and put his hands around your waist, escaping a growl. You closed your eyes processing the moment. Your mind is going in the circles where Jungkook’s hand is going inside your t-shirt. “Jungkook, I d-do no-not want this.” You said fighting back the urges your body was having under his touch. “Did you wear the things inside I gave you, sweetheart?”. You nodded, wiggling under his touch as you were feeling uncomfortable with this new feeling. “Then show me,” He tore your t-shirt as Hulk, revealing the red bra that came in the lingerie set. He licked his lips, checking you out as you covered yourself with your hands. He pulled your hands upwards and came dangerously close to your face. “Don’t hide that asset sugar; I bet it tastes sweet.” He closed every gap, making you feel every inch of his aroused manhood. You can't think properly now; you don’t want to get into this, but your body is betraying you under his touch. He opened the pin and pulled your skirt down, revealing you only in the lingerie he gave. You were shaking by this point; you were not capable of handling such a beast you aroused; your body turned red, and your mind went blank. Tears started coming down your cheeks. “Jung-kook, n-n-no s-stop.” You resisted. He pulled you and carried you bridal style to his room as you proceeded to resist.

He threw you on the bed and locked the door. “Jung-jungkook, n-no, please.” No matter how much you tried to resist, you know he won't stop. “Don’t take my name with such hotness; you are making me weak.” How can someone as small as you make him weak? It's your body and innocence that do the job; it's attractive for him. You drove him crazy with the lingerie. He knew red would suit you, just as he said he would make you wear it on the first night. Your plump boobs hidden by a piece of small cloth and hips asking to get fucked by him was enough to make him weak. “Y/N , don’t stop me. I can't stop right now, not at this point”. You know it's serious when he took your name instead of some pet name. He took you by force and started devouring your neck, like a beast. You let him do everything. You knew you couldn't do anything now. Your shivering hot body made him tear your bra, leaving your naked upper body and him. He started nibbling your nipples, and the room was filled with your moans and his grunts. “I was waiting for this for so long, your sweet body under me.”. He started nibbling more forcefully, making your sensitive spot sore, making you moan with pain.

He pulled down your thong, revealing the sweet spot he wants to go. He started rubbing your vagina, making you moan with a new feeling. You started resisting even more as Jungkook's fingers were tingling your vagina. “N-no ahh.”. All your moans were making him push further inside. He pulled his shorts downward, making his manhood completely visible. He placed himself between your legs. “Baby, this is for you. Now you are mine; you can't escape me.”. You were too stunned to speak anything, followed by constant pleas and tears. He did not stop and pounded your vagina right in front of your eyes. It was a new feeling indeed it was, as he was going. You were just left to feel and regret every bit of it. Your body moaned against your will and reacted according to him. “Geez, babe, I love your moan,” as he continued doing it. Blood, sweat, and precum’s smell was going all around the room; your blood, his sweat, your defeat. What he exactly wanted, your defeat .At this time you had 2 things in mind: maybe he will leave you forever or will molest you forever. Baiting your life, you came here hoping the first answer is correct. Tears escaped as you smiled and let him do everything to you. Your life was going the dark way. He will leave you right? after this ?.

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“Ping”. A notification popped up on your mother's phone as she looked up to her phone and saw the video sended to her by an unknown number. “Y/N BITCH”. She roared through the house , although except you and her none was there after disowning your sister . You flinched at the sudden outburst after processing the swear. Your mother came to your room , angry , fierce , eyes piercing towards you , ready to be your death . “M-mom , what ha-happened”. “You bitch had sex with jungkook?”. Your mother shouted in a rude and agressive voice , she came towards you and grabbed you by your hair . “A-ah m-mom n-no I d-did not” . You also knew you cant lie about this situation as he did took your innocence. “Bitch look at this video , you seem to be enjoying like a slut here” . She plunged the phone towards you while grabbing your hair tighter. “N-no m-mom”. You started crying more as you saw the 20 second clip of you and him , he recorded secretly. By this time you were out of air , you can't speak and just wanted to pass out . “Look at your face bitch , you don't even deserve a rich , handsome dude like him , you already took my precious daughter from me , it's all because of you , and now you are trapping jungkook with a pig like face” . After she was over cursing you , she spitted on your face, causing you to burst a loud cry . She pulled you by hair towards hallway and started beating you while cursing agressively. “Bitch you don't deserve him , your sister deserved him more , you worthless pig”. You gulped down all the beatings and curses as you cried and smiled internally , after being r*ped , harrassed , beaten , this is the treatment you get . Your only weakness was silence and this is what silence yielded. “Even, I settled for your broke father , you can't have a rich lifestyle in future”. Your mother stopped and grabbed the knife from the kitchen counter and straight up came towards you, her face all red and revenge written all over her face , she only has one plan that is killing you. You snatched her daughter, her pride, her ego. She hated you since the day you were born. You buried your head in the knees ready to die. SHOOT , SHOOT , SHOOT. You flinched when you heard the gunshot, you looked up quickly just to find out blood all over you and your mother's lifeless body looking straight at you with 4 bullet holes straight up her head . You screamed on top of your lungs, you were horrified and shivering to the point that your muscles were cramping and seeing blood and dead body was too much for your faint heart . You sobbed more loudly and looked around who did this , as your life is also at stake.

“Baby, no worries she is dead now , no one can kill you”. Jungkook came in his sliky white shirt all clean in contrast to your bloody t-shirt and jeans. He hugged to console your frozen state making his shirt bloody. “Babe , no one can take you away , especially not an old bitch”. You couldn't process what happened right now and hoped all it was a dream . You looked up hoping all this was an illusion only to find jungkook smiling at you and caressing your hair. You tried to break away from the scene but he held you tight making sure you can't escape. “Ho-how are y-you h-here , l-leave m-me”. You tried to jerk him off but you failed. “Thanks to the secret microphone I attached to your body , I get your 24/7 updates”. He whispered in a honey dominating tone , enjoying your frightening state and biting your ears. Your eyes widened with the extent jungkook could go to stalk. You never noticed any microphone attached to your body. He killed your mother, abandoned your sister, r*ped you , ruined your life, yet you are here as he hugs you and you got nothing to repeal.

From here onwards story will have 2 endings, choose according girlies

Twisted bonds (ending up with JK)

Mutual Destruction (not ending up with JK)

1)Twisted bonds (ending up with JK)

“I thereby declare you and jungkook as husband and wife”. As the priest says , the crowd cheered but nobody could notice your tears under the veil. Your father didn't came to walk you through aisle as he filed the case against both of you for killing his wife . He only wants compensation as he already remarried someone his daughter's age . You were disgusted by this fact and blamed everything on jungkook .Thanks to jungkook's powerful political background and money , he won the case and got away with the murder and even threw money at your father's face to keep quiet. One thing you can't understand is , was your family this twisted before jungkook came or is it because of jungkook ? We all have dark desires. Jungkook lifted your veil up and as you are used to his harsh kisses , he kissed you again and you kissed him back , as you have no one beside him and you were dependent on him , you starts to give in jungkook's affection and treatment , slowly becoming his obedient wife.

“So , first night after marriage babe. I can't count how many time I have fucked you before it also”. Jungkook's pretty powerful voice on top of you drove you nuts , making your whole body red. From now on you are his and he is yours.

“Mom , look at the drawing”. Your son handed you the drawing. You looked at it, at first you couldn't understand the details but as you unfolded the drawing , you were horrified, all the past memories came haunting towards you. Right there was a drawing of a girl and a guy along with a dead person behind them. Your hands started shaking . “Ba-baby , whats this ? whom did you drew?” . You asked your son as he innocently smiled and said “Mummy this is me and my bestfriend and this sleeping person is the boy who was trying to talk to my bestfriend”. You couldn't digest what you saw it's too disturbing coming from a toddler. “Baby who made this person sleeping ?”. You asked doubting your son doesn't have those instincts. Your son looked at you proudly and said “Me mummy , me made him sleep forever”. The drawing dropped from your head and all those cycles you went through flashed to your mind as you cried silently.

“Like Father Like Son”

The cycle of yandere continues....

2)Mutual Destruction (not ending up with JK)

You made up your mind, if you don't save yourself your future will be destroyed . You are pushed to the edge you have to care about your safety and not letting this cycle of abuse swallow you whole. As he was hugging you , you quickly grabbed the knife sliently which which your mother was going to use on you and as he bit your ears once again , you plunged the knife straight to his neck , severely injuring him as he fell towards ground beside you , you quickly tried to stand up only for him grabbing your hand . “Babe , that's a nice move but sadly what you thinking won't happen , you can't escape”. You started crying loudly as you tried to pull away from his grip to run away , but there was no results . Jungkook pulled the knife from his neck and smirked as he tried to stand up but before he could do so , you grabbed the glass vase beside and threw it on the jungkook's face , the vase shattered and jungkook got cuts and bruises all over his face. There was severe blood loss from his face . Jungkook escaped a tear and his grip on your hands loosen as he said “Even after I die I will make sure you are mine”. These words were enough to ignite your survival instinct as you grabbed the wooden chair and started violently beating jungkook with it , completely unaware that he died . You continue to use the chair till the chair broke and there was only silence. Only silence.The cycle of abuse stopped , you finally took up your stand. Finally everything is over ?

Life in the prison was not easy , still you managed to keep up your cool and smiled through every hardships you got. This was atleast better than all the abuse you went through all those years . You were facing 7 years imprisonment , even after knowing all this wasn't your fault . Your father never came to meet you , even anyone that existed in your life , you were all alone and despised by Jungkook’s family , but no worries as you made a friend in the prison , she is like your mother , she took care of you and treated you like her actual daughter . She was just as fighter as you , killed her husband after years of domestic abuse and alcoholism. She understood your whole story was was proud of you being able to stand up and go through everything , something your real mother never gave you . You even called her mom. “Today is friday mom , you can finally see him” . You excitedly said to her as she was combing your hair . “Oh really , it feels like you are more excited”. She winked at you turning you red and blushy . “It's n-not like that”. You rebeled against was she was implying to . She has a son jimin who is around your age and kept regularly meeting your mom on fridays . He and you both had feelings for each other after meeting regularly for more than 4 years. Jimin admired your simplicity and the fact you took care for his beloved mom all these years. He was the one to kill his father but his mother took all his blame making him guilty and thankful for his whole life . He couldn’t do anything for his mother that’s what he is always ashamed off. He even made up his mind of marrying you after your sentence was over. “I don't mind you as my daughter in law sweetheart” . She smiled at you and tears escaped her eyes . “M-mom , I am not worthy”. You said thinking about your situation and life , how can a prisoner like you is worthy for anything?. “I don't care about world , you are worthy in my eyes and will always be”. She caressed your cheeks and patted your head , just like a mother would do. “Don't say anything now let's go , it's time”. Mother said as you both headed towards the meeting room.

It's been 2 hours since usual time , jimin didn't show up. “He must be busy so he couldn't show up ,mom it's ok” . You tried to make her happy as she was a little upset knowing jimin didn't showed up. “No Y/N don't worry , I am not upset”. Mother said cheering you up too. Deep down you were a bit upset knowing he didn't showed up , every week is not enough you want every day with him. You blushed at the thought of you and him together but still wasn't sure about future.

“Who did Jimin Park come to meet?”. An officer came to the meeting room asking the question. Mother stood up and said . “He is for us here”. You smiled as you knew park jimin was here and he didn't forget today. “Oh ok , you are his ?”. The officer asked. “I am his mother” . Mother replied . “I am sorry to inform you , but your son died in the car crash while coming here”.

Your world shattered as you heard the news . “This is not possible , you are lying”. Mother screamed at the officer. “I am sorry for what happened , we will soon comeback to you for details”. The officer left , left us shocked , left us frozed and broken. This is not possible. You quickly held mother as she cried her heart out along with you. You closed your eyes as your remembered his words

“Even after I die I will make sure you are mine”

The cycle of yandere never ended

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The time when y/n falls in love with her neighbour- a hot single father 

Warnings: Yandere; Pregnancy Kink; Dub-con; Flashback

Be responsible- consume content according to your mental maturity! This does not represent how Taehyung is in real life.

Part I

The time when Y/N falls in love with her neighbour- a hot single father.

Warnings: Eventual Yandere. Nothing for now! This will be like a two or three part series!

I am back after quite long literally. I wanted to continue Jin's part. So here it is! Though I am still stuck with next part of instalment, that's Jimin's part. It's just that he's too sweet for me to imagine him as a yandere :(

Warnings: Yandere! Not my best work, lol. xD

All Chan-Mi wanted was an escape but when had Universe ever heard her?

Warnings: Yandere, Manipulation, Obsession, Mentions of abuse

P.S: Uffff, this took so much longer than I anticipated! Writer's block quite fast there 🥲 Anyways, it's here now! As usual, it's not proof-read I apologise!