“Director-nim!” A bright voice squeaks behind you while you’re preparing a seventh cup of coffee. A smile can’t help but appear on your face before you turn around, looking at the brightly dressed man who was running towards you.

“Oh Hobi-ssi, you’re in a good mood today,” you chuckle, turning back around to put lids on all the coffees, “also, it's not director-nim anymore.”

“Okay then, assistant-nim,” he retorts, jabbing you in the side. He reaches over to grab a couple coffee lids and helps you finish preparing the coffees, all with a big smile on his face. “Come on, I’ll help you bring these to the practice room.”

While making your way down the Hybe hallways, you notice he won’t stop smiling at you, which starts making you feel unnerved. It was rather odd. Surely he has better things to do than to help you prepare their coffee order, and even when he or the other boys had done it in the past, he’s never smiled at you so brightly, yet sheepishly before.

“Hobi-ssi, what’s going on,” you pause in the hallway to look at him.

Your suspicions are confirmed as his face gets a bit more sheepish while the big smile continues to stay on his face. “Anyeo-ssi called out sick today. Her daughter has a fever… so we’ll need you to take over her shift tonight.”

“You could have just texted me that,” your eyes narrow, “what aren’t you telling me?”

He turns away from you slightly, his arm reaching up to rub the back of his neck, “Yoongi hyung just needs an assistant here tonight while he finishes up his mixtape. Before you say anything, we asked Jejin too but he couldn’t make it tonight.”

You sigh and nod while you both keep making your way down the halls. You figured that you would be assigned to help Yoongi sooner or later. When you were a camera director for Run BTS, you never had to worry about working with him. You’d often be paired up with Hobi or Jimin, which worked great since you all got along so well. Well, you got along with most of the boys, really. All of them, except Yoongi.

You still remember your first week on the job. They had split the filming of the episode into two days, and you were paired with Hobi for the first day and Yoongi for the second. The first day went by great, as you learned Hobi was super easy to work with and was a great entertainer, knowing exactly what he should do for the camera. It’s not that Yoongi wasn’t, he was very funny, even if you hated to admit it, but you noticed that after filming stopped, he would glare daggers into you and make snide remarks your way. You mentioned this to Hobi and Jimin, who told you that he could come around and that he was probably just wary of having new people in his orbit, but even after a couple of months of being randomly paired with him, the stares and jabs continued. Eventually, you had gotten a promotion to be the main camera director for Hobi, so for the most part you could just avoid Yoongi.

That is until now. Since Run BTS was on a break, Hybe had opened up some temporary positions in the company for anyone who worked on the show. While you would have also loved to take a long vacation, living in Seoul was expensive, and you didn’t mind your new position, just being a helping hand for whatever the boys needed. More often than not, they felt bad calling for help with simple tasks they could do themselves, so you were left browsing the web and watching videos in the break room for your entire shift. The company just wanted someone there who they could call on for help if they needed it, but save for a few coffee requests, your shifts usually passed by without anybody asking you to do anything.

“I can see you fretting,” Hobi sighs as you get to the door of their practice room, “It’ll be fine. He hardly ever calls for Anyeo. You can just spend your time watching Goblin again and getting paid double.”

You chuckle slightly and nod at Hobi, “I know. I just wish I knew why he hated me so much.”

“He doesn’t hate you,” He rubs your back softly before opening the door, “Who knows what even goes on in that pabo’s mind.”

“Director-nim!!” A big screech catches you off guard as you enter the room and place the coffee down on the table. Jimin runs up to you and pulls you into a tight hug as a giggle escapes your lips. You hear a scoff from across the room and look up just in time to see Yoongi roll his eyes and pull out his phone.

“It’s nice to see you too, Jimin-ssi,” you give him a tight squeeze before letting go, choosing to not hear his whine at your formal language, “I’ll be taking over Anyeo’s shift tonight, so if any of you need me just let me know.”

— — — — — —

You glanced at the clock as you finished another episode on Netflix. 3:30AM. Your shift was technically almost over since you were scheduled until 4am, but in the end it all depended on what time Yoongi decided to leave the building. Knowing him, he would likely overstay that, especially if he was working on his new mixtape, which was fine with you. It had been six hours of only the both of you in the building, save for some overnight janitors, and you hadn’t heard a peep from him.

Since your shift was technically almost over, you didn’t want to start a new episode of your show. Instead you just pulled out your phone and started watching funny pet compilations on Youtube and laughing out loud. Suddenly, your phone buzzed.

Yoongi: I can hear you laughing from my studio.

Me: Sorry Yoongi-ssi.

You sighed and turned off the video. While this was the easiest job you’ve ever had, it also came with a lot of downtime. If you were smarter you would have brought a book to read or took up a hobby like knitting. Instead, you just tapped around your phone and found a new game to play to kill the time. You were deeply immersed in a game of Tetris when your phone buzzed again, causing you to fail the level.

Yoongi: Iced Americano, now. Code 9090.

Your eyes widened looking at the text. He never gave out the code to his studio to anybody - not even Hobi knew it, but perhaps he knew that you’d be the last person to want to enter there willingly. You got up and went to make a fresh cup for him with the industrial espresso machine that the boys had specifically requested for their break room.

Me: On my way.

You carry the cup of coffee down the hall towards his “Genius Lab.” You kick off your shoes next to the door and punch in the code before opening the door and walking into the dark room. You immediately notice Yoongi sitting in his chair, hunched over the console, eyes fixated on the screen.

“Where would you like the coffee, Yoongi-ssi?” You spit out starkly, wanting to give him the coffee and get out of there as quickly as possible.

He responded by tapping a coaster on his desk. You roll your eyes and place it down loudly, “Please let me know if you need anything else.”

You turn to leave but before you can reach for the handle, you hear something that nearly makes you jump. “Sit.” He all but nearly growls. Still facing his computer, he uses an arm to point at his couch. Knowing that he was technically your boss and you had to comply, you shuffle over and take a seat on his lush black couch. You think he might turn to say something to you, or ask you to do something for him, but he just ignores you and keeps working on his music while you are just sitting there doing nothing.

You sat there for more than ten minutes before you decided on pulling out your phone from your pocket and started scrolling through Instagram. While it could definitely be seen as unprofessional, you were bored of sitting there watching him mess around on his computer.

“Am I boring you?” You look up to see his chair turned now, facing you.

You scoff, “Yes. Why am I here? I got your coffee.”

“And you can’t even do that right. There’s too much ice.” He smirks in your direction, which just causes you to roll your eyes. Professionalism be damned, he was starting to piss you off.

“Would you like me to make you another one, Yoongi-ssi?” You fakely responded, hoping he would say yes so you could leave.

He shakes his head and takes another sip of the Americano, “Though, you could help me with something else.”

You look at him quizzically as he grabs his keyboard and walks over to the couch, taking a seat next to you. He salt silently, his dark eyes staring right at you. You tried not to look flustered at his eyes scanning over your face, but at the same time it was pissing you off. “What do you want?”

He responds with a chuckle, pissing you off even more. He then presses the spacebar on his keyboard, and music starts blasting through the speakers, causing you to jump at just how loud it was. The beat was light and playful, his voice silky smooth and bright, slight laughs sprinkled in, yet the lyrics spoke to the struggles he felt as a musician. It was catchy yet touching, and you found yourself having to stop from nodding along to the beat. As much as you hated him, Yoongi was a genius when it came to rapping, but you’d be damned to admit that out loud. The song stopped suddenly, and you turned to look at him with a blank expression on your face.

“Yes?” You ask him.

“That’s all you have to say?” He sneers your way, “What did you think of it? Be truthful.”

You snorted. There was absolutely no way that you’d let him know your true thoughts. “I’m not a professional, but I thought it had a catchy beat, and the lyrics were… interesting. It would be much better without your god awful voice though, Yoongi-ssi. Maybe you could give it to Jungkook-ssi to-”

Your snide comment was suddenly cut off by a low growl as he roughly keyboard down on the coffee table. He moves uncomfortably closer to you on the couch and leans into your ear, “Please, assistant-nim, can you stop being such a brat for once.”

Your jaw drops open at his comment and he takes the opportunity to grab your face and twist it so that you’re facing him, lips centimetres apart from each other. He lets out his signature breathy laugh and uses his other hand to run his hands through your hair softly. You are so stunned you don’t know how to respond. Was this just another part of his teasing, trying to get you all worked up so that he could throw you out? Surely that’s all that it could be.

“If my voice is really that annoying to you,” he whispers darkly in your ear, “Then why are your thighs getting tighter against one another? Why is it that I can see you hardening, even through your bra?”

You sat there blankly, not knowing what to say. You questioned yourself. Why were you feeling a rush while he whispered in your ear? You hated him, right? The man who had been tormenting you for a year, who was always making snide remarks to you. Not to mention that he was technically your boss, as you were his assistant.

“I think,” He interrupted your thoughts, “you lied to me.”

He grabs your arm and pulls you over so that you are sat right between his legs, your back pressed to his chest. You’re still so stunned you don’t know what to say or do, not that it stops him from continuing to position you to his liking. He hooks each of his legs around yours and pulls your legs apart, while one of his arms hook both of your arms tightly behind you, pulling you into his chest. You let your head fall back onto his shoulder, and you can feel his deep laugh vibrate your body.

“I think that you enjoy my voice just fine, maybe even too much,” He growls into your ear, sending shivers throughout your body, “Don’t you?”

You do your best to try and form an answer, but your brain is completely blank. A mixture of emotions have completely clouded your brain, from complete lust, to being embarrassed that he’s put you in this position, to being utterly confused as to why he was doing this to you. All you can concentrate on is the arousal that is radiating throughout your body.

“What? No quip back? Is that all it took for you to become a brain empty slut?” As those words leave his lips it’s like a zap courses through your body, a moan leaving your lips as you arch your back. You could feel his words go straight to your clit, making it throb hard as you clenched around nothing, still fully dressed.

He chuckled again, “Does that do it for you? Being called a slut?”

You feel another bolt of energy hit your clit again as you throw your head back on his shoulder, another loud moan leaving your lips. You can feel a knot start to build up in the bottom of your stomach, even though all he’s doing is whispering in your ear and holding you. Your clit was throbbing, your pussy clenching quickly around nothing, begging to be touched.

“What a little whore,” he sneers, “I bet I could ask you to do anything right now and you’d willingly do it wouldn’t you? All it takes is a little whisper, and you’re ready to do anything I want you to, and you’d enjoy it so much wouldn’t you, little slut?”

You let out a whimper as his voice kept sending zaps directly at your clit, making you euphoric, “Please.”

“Please what, slut?” He spat out.

You whine loudly, “Touch me.”

Another whimper leaves your lips as he laughs deeply, vibrating your entire body, “Oh, little whore. Maybe you should have thought of that before you called me annoying. No, I think I’ll just use my ‘god awful’ voice to tell you that I’d love nothing more than to bend you over that table and whip you so hard with my belt until you’re bleeding. One for every single time that you’ve pissed me off, which would take hours, slut.”

You moan out loud, arching your back and thrashing against his hold as he grips you tighter. You can feel your clit absolutely throbbing, begging to be touched, and you know that your underwear is completely soaked through. The knot in your stomach kept building and building as his words sent you clenching around nothing.

“And when I’m done, I’d simply fuck your mouth, brusing your throat until you’re unable to say anything to me for days. I’d take your voice away with my cock, wouldn’t you like that, you little cum slut?”

You whimper and nod as you feel your clenches get faster and harder.

“I’d completely ruin you, and I know your little whore ass would love it, wouldn’t you? You’d love nothing more than to be my cock sleeve, your only purpose to fulfil my needs. I could even keep you here, in my studio. Have you tied up in the corner, ready to take my cock in any of your holes whenever I need it. Only existing to be my little cum dumpster, doesn’t that sound nice?”

Under any other circumstances, you would have scoffed and slapped him in the face, but you couldn’t help but nod feverishly and moan out loud, feeling that knot in your stomach start to reach its peak as you clench rapidly around nothing, your clit throbbing. You whimper, “c-c-clo-se,”

“Aw, I thought my little slut hated my voice,” he sneers and wraps his free hand around your throat, causing you to clench even harder than you thought possible, “Yet here you are, little whore, about to cum just from me telling you what I’d do to you. Are you that touch deprived? Is that why you’re such a little bitch? Is that what I need to do to change your attitude? Have my little slut tied up in my studio, gag on of course, you’re such a loud little whore, vibrator in your ass and pussy, forcing you to cum over and over while I whip you until you’re sore and bleeding? Would you be nicer to your sunbaenim then?”

A scream rips through you as you reach your peak, your back arching and pelvis shaking as waves of pleasure rip through your body. Moans keep escaping your lips as you continue to clench and buck in the air while Yoongi keeps an iron grip on you.

As you start to calm down from your high, you can feel your cheeks redden. As if he can sense your embarrassment, he laughs loudly, releasing you from his grip and shifting you so that you’re sitting on one of his legs facing him.

“What a good girl,” He smirks, “Though I thought you hated my voice.”

You roll your eyes at him and lean on his shoulder, resting against the couch. You can’t believe that he just made you cum, only with his voice. Normally men couldn’t make you cum with their dicks, yet Yoongi had done the impossible by just talking to you. He runs his hand through your hair, pulling you close. You can feel his hard dick straining against his pants on the back of your thigh and notice him suck in a breath as you get more comfortable in his lap.

“Oh you’re dangerous babygirl,” He throws his head back in a moan as his hips buck slightly into your legs, “Can I fuck your dumb little slut mouth?”

You nod quickly and climb off his lap, kneeling on the floor in front of him between his legs. He gets up quickly and starts to unbutton his jeans, pulling them down. You grab onto his boxers and pull them down slowly, grabbing his thick cock and pulling it out. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t imagined it to be big, but it was somehow bigger than you expected and you weren’t sure how you would be able to fit it in your mouth.

“Open,” He drawls lazily, tapping on your jaw. You quickly lean your head back and drop your jaw as far as you can, as he grips your head and guides his dick into your mouth. You do your best to relax as he pushes past your mouth down your throat, causing you to gag slightly. He holds it there for a couple seconds, moaning loudly, before pulling out. You cough, trying to catch your breath as he taps your face again, expecting you to open.

You do your best to keep your composure as he starts to grab your head and fuck your throat harshly, but soon you’re a drooling and crying mess. You can feel your makeup start to run as your eyes water every time he hits the back of your throat, and you know it's going to cause a nasty bruise. You can’t help but start to feel that familiar zap hit your clit every single time he pushes all the way in causing you to gag.

“You feel so good, little slut,” He growls out between thrusts as he grips your head and continues to fuck you harder, “And look at you, my ruined little cum dump.”

He pulls out of you completely and then pushes his entire length in you, holding it there until you start to feel lightheaded like you’re about to pass out before pulling out again. He grabs your arm and pulls you up towards his desk. As if you were a ragdoll, he positions you so that you’re bent over the desk, your legs spread, with your arms gripping the other side of the desk.

“Yoongi, please,” You whimper as you feel him start to walk away after placing you on the desk.

“Please what, little slut?” He chuckles.

“Touch me.”

You can sense him moving back towards you. He places a hand on your back, rubbing it slightly as you try to shimmy your ass back to find him, only to be met by a harsh slap to your ass.

“Patience, whore.” He growls out. He reaches underneath you and unbuttons your jeans, pulling them down and helping you step out of them. He runs a finger against your completely soaked underwear, causing you to moan loudly.

He pulls them off of you and moves to the other side of the desk. “You’re such a little slut, you know that? Look at how soaked these are,” he sneers at you and starts to roll the underwear into a ball. He grips your jaw until you’re forced to open your mouth and shoves them in your mouth, pushing until they go as far back as possible.

He moves back behind you and starts to caress your ass. You wiggle, trying to signal to him how much you wanted to be touched, only to be met with a harsh spank. You cry out against your underwear at the pain, gripping the table to try and keep yourself upright.

“What’s wrong slut? I thought you wanted me to touch you.” He jabs at you, “This is touching you, isn't it?”

He continues to spank you harshly and relentlessly. While the pain is nearly unbearable, sending shivers throughout your whole body, you can help but notice that it’s also making you incredibly turned on. Every single spank sends a zap straight to your clit, making you moan out in pleasure and cry out in pain at the same time. He goes on for what feels like forever before stopping and rubbing your ass, making you cry out at the tenderness. He reaches forward and pulls the underwear out of your mouth.

“Please Yoongi, please touch me… there, please fuck me, please.” You whimper out desperately, not wanting a repeat of the last time.

He doesn’t respond so you start to get up to look at him, only to be harshly pushed against the desk again, his hand on your back. You can feel him positioning himself at your entrance. A loud moan leaves both of your lips as he pushes in slowly until he’s fully inside of you. It feels like he’s tearing you apart, but in the best way.

He hooks one of his arms around both of yours and pulls you up slightly so that you’re hovering off the desk as he starts to pound roughly into you. Your eyes completely roll back into your head as he continues to fuck you relentlessly.

“Yoon-Yo-Yoongi, you feel so good.” You whimper out as he hits that special spot inside of you, making you clench around him so tightly.

You can feel the now-familiar chuckle run through his body, “You’re such a good little slut for me babygirl.”

You feel the all too familiar knot start to build up quickly in you at the mention of his pet name for you. It starts to build even faster when he reaches around to rub your clit. “You’re so wet, little slut. You’re enjoying this too much aren’t you? I don’t even need to touch you to make you cum. You’re willing to do anything for me aren’t you little whore?”

You nod feverishly as you feel yourself nearing your peak, “I’m going to cum.”

“Then cum, whore. I want to feel you cum around me, coat me and I’ll fill you up like the filthy cum dumpster you are.” You start to absolutely lose it at his words, screaming and reaching your orgasm, clenching around his cock so hard. You can barely hear the expletives leave his mouth as his hot cum fills you up while he pushes as deep as he can inside of you.

You let out a loud breath as he pulls out of you. You push yourself up on the table and try to stand, but you’re not convinced you won’t immediately fall over. You settle for leaning against the table as you watch Yoongi walk over to the couch, grabbing his boxers and pants, putting them on again. He reaches towards your jeans and picks them up, throwing them at you as you barely catch them. He walks past you and grabs his laptop before putting it in his bag, then grabs his motorcycle helmet.

“Please make sure this room is clean before you leave, assistant-nim.” He gives you a gummy smile before turning around and exiting, leaving you in shock, still half naked on his desk.

Mindlessly browsing the internet for the perfect graduation dress you failed to realise it was almost 3AM, consumed by endless threads of red dresses varying in styles and shades. Being a high school senior you were due to graduate in two months time, and you were more than ready to fly the nest and leave for college, which was more than could be said for your adopted brother Jungkook.

Being two months older than him your parents made you feel responsible for him, but as you’d told them one too many times before: the only person who could help him was himself. He came from a rough background, both his parents were substance addicts and eventually he was taken away from them and moved from foster family to foster family, until your parents found and adopted him almost three years ago. That’s what infuriated you the most about his situation, he’d seen first hand how addiction manifests and takes over a persons life, so you couldn’t understand why he was willing to throw his life away considering everything he’d been through.

As if on queue you heard the front door unlock and somebody stumble inside, you didn’t need to go downstairs to know exactly who it was at this hour. It was like a routine now, the same thing happening each passing day like a nightmarish groundhog day.

Fatigue weighed heavily on your limbs and you decided to call it a night, shutting your Macbook and climbing into bed for some well deserved rest.

“Y/N?” A voice slurred from the other side of your door as you pulled the covers over your frame, knocking twice on the wood before stepping inside. “Y/N I need—“

“Jungkook it’s late, go to bed.” You didn’t even bother to roll over and face him, he did this every god damn night. He would give you some sob story about how he needed cash to pay off his debts, he’d tell you that his dealer was demanding it in full, and like an idiot you always caved and gave him however much he wanted.

“But I really nee-“ He sniffed loudly and you grimaced, picturing his white dusted nostrils. “I need your help, my dealer is going to kill me if I don’t pay him back. I know you have savings…I promise I’ll pay you back, and then some! Please Y/N...” You could hear how desperate he was, but you knew by now it was all just part of an act.

“Those savings are for college. I’ve worked my ass off to be able to get away from this place and I’m not missing that chance because you’re not man enough to pay off your own debts.” You snapped, sitting up in bed and facing him, his figure slouched against the doorframe. “I’ve given you the money before, but you just used it to buy more drugs. Are you fucking stupid? Can you not see that it’s going to kill—“

“But this time it’s different!” His hands were twitching against the blue denim of his jeans and his eyes were as big as saucers, the familiar red skin beneath each of his nostrils all the evidence you needed to know he was wired.

“How is it different Kook? We’ve had this conversation five times, and each time you’ve ran straight back into the arms of your dealer like an excited puppy. I’m done helping you.”

“I know… I’m sorry… But I need help Y/N. I want to stop! I do! But Yoongi just manipulates me into buying more, he knows my weaknesses... It’s him! It’s not me...” Jungkook’s eyes rolled into the back of his skull as he slowly slid down the doorframe, eventually sitting on the threshold to your bedroom with his head in his hands.

“I’m tired of hearing about him, I’m sick of hearing his god damn name! For once in your life stand up for yourself and tell him you don’t want any. You’re so young, you have a chance to turn it around and really make something of yourself.” Your gaze softened and your chest grew tight, for so long this was the only life Jungkook had known, it broke your heart every time you saw him like this.

“Once I’ve paid him all the money back I promise I’ll never go near him again!” He pleaded, drying the tears that had fallen onto his cheeks with his hoodie sleeves.

“You’ll have to ask mom and dad this time, I can’t afford—“

“Please Y/N, don’t bring them into this…” He was visibly shaking as he stumbled over his words. “They’ll want to involve the cops and they’ll probably send me to rehab, I can’t have either of those on my permanent record.” His lips were parted as his eyes scanned your bedroom without direction, black with euphoria.

“You should’ve thought about that before you snorted however many lines of cocaine you’ve done tonight! Look I’ve had a long day, please just go to bed.” You sighed, you hated seeing him so vulnerable but deep down you knew it was his own fault; you couldn’t keep bailing him out any more. Enough was enough.

Hesitantly, Jungkook peeled himself from the floor and left you to your own devices. Rage bubbled inside you when you heard his footsteps take him downstairs, unlocking the front door and heading outside again. Probably straight back to the infamous Yoongi’s house, it was almost as if he didn’t care about his life anymore.  

Being somewhat an introvert you always had lunch alone, not that you minded of course, in fact you preferred it that way. You were sitting quietly in the library minding your own business, your head buried deep inside a textbook and the very occasional forkful of cold pasta grazing your lips. However no matter how hard you tried to concentrate on the words in front of you your brain found a way of drifting to Jungkook. He hadn’t returned home since your little 3AM conversation, three days ago.

Your mom was a mess, constantly sobbing about how she’d failed him, and your father was just as bad. Of course the police weren’t doing their jobs properly and had already written the case off as a teenage runaway, but you knew Jungkook would never run away from home. Not unless he had something to run away from. Everybody at school knew he was missing, so much so that even the teachers had been extra nice to you all week, but the hallway whispers weren’t going to bring him back home.

“Y/N?” Namjoon spoke cautiously as he sat across from you. As usual he was wearing thick black rimmed glasses, a speckled grey cardigan and white shirt combination, paired with black jeans and smart shoes.

“What?” You put the textbook down and looked him in the eye, both of you had always been top marking students at school and the two of you became friends very quickly. He knew you were feeling guilty about Jungkook’s disappearance, even though he’d reassured you countless times that it wasn’t your fault.

“Have you heard anything?” He asked, pushing a large coffee cup and sandwich over to your seated frame.

“Didn’t you hear? He’s already been written off as a teenage runaway because I’m too much of a coward to tell my parents about his after school habits.” Tears pricked your eyes as you took the coffee but left the sandwich in the middle of the table.

“I know he asked you not to involve them, but I don’t think he’d mind if it’s for his own safety.” Namjoon had always been a reasonable person and he’d often talk you through things like this, but as an only child he failed to understand the bigger picture. It would completely ruin your family.

You rubbed your temple and groaned in frustration, for the first time all year graduation wasn’t the route of your stress and you didn’t know how to handle everything efficiently, if at all. “I’ll talk to them tonight…they’re going to hate me for lying to them all this time but like you said, this is about Kook. Not me.”

“You’ve barely eaten your pasta, please eat something. I even bought your favourite sandwich.” Namjoon reassuringly gripped your palm, soothingly rubbing circles on the top of your hand with his thumb as he pushed the packaged meal towards you.

“I’m not hungry right now Joon…” You admitted, even though it had been days since you ate something substantial. “But I’ll take it home with me and eat it tonight, I promise.” You smiled.

He squeezed your fingers tightly, “Alright—“

Your iPhone vibrated on the desk and earned several angry stares from fellow students, but you let go of Namjoon’s hand and answered the call anyway, disregarding the most obvious library rule.

“Hello?” You whispered.

“Y/N! They found him—“ Your mom’s voice was trembling as your entire body tensed up.

“What?! Where is he? Is he okay?!” You started shoving your belongings into your bag as you rambled, heart banging erratically in your chest.

“You need to come to the hospital after school, he’ll want to see you.” She explained, you could hear your dad in the background interrogating somebody - no doubt Jungkook about where he’d been all this time. Or worse, the police.

“Why are you at the hospital?” You stopped moving and Namjoon looked at you with eyes wide with shock, beginning to pack up his own things

“Just make sure you get here after school please.” Your mom sighed and your stomach dropped, you knew something bad must’ve happened to him. What if his dealer had hurt him for not paying off what he owed? Your blood ran cold at the mere thought.

“No I’m coming now! I’ll catch a cab and I’ll be there as quick as I can.” You ended the call before the ‘you should stay in school’ lecture came into conversation, you knew there was no way you would be able to concentrate on biology class now.

“I’ll give you a ride.” Namjoon said as he stood up, throwing his brown leather bag over his shoulder.

“Are you sure? I don’t mind getting a taxi.” You mirrored his movements, grabbing the sandwich and coffee off the table as you started to rush out the building.

“Don’t be stupid, of course I’m sure.”

“Did you tell mom and dad?” Jungkook croaked from the hospital bed, his face bruised and his right arm broken. He’d been jumped and left for dead the night you’d talked to him, but because he wasn’t carrying any ID with him so the hospital had to wait until he was conscious to find out his name and contact your parents.

“No…” You sighed, being mindful of where his body was resting you sat on the edge of the bed, one hand gently resting atop of his. “You asked me not to. Had I known it was this serious I would’ve—“

“No that’s good. Thank you, I really appreciate it.” A small smile tugged up the corners of his lips. “If they ask it was a random mugging, the police too.”

“Kook…” You groaned quietly, your stomach churning, “You need to tell them the truth, you can’t let this Yoongi guy get away with it…you could’ve died.”

“It wasn’t Yoongi, I didn’t recognise the guys, I know that they didn’t come from him.”

“Coincidences like that don’t just happen—“

“Just stop! Leave it alone, yeah? He’s dangerous and I don’t want you getting mixed up in that.” His features were stern as he stared right through you before your parents came back into the room, carrying coffee cups and a small bowl of jello.

“They said they want to keep you in for observation tonight, but you should be good to go tomorrow, the day after by the latest.” Your mom rushed over to his bedside, her slender fingers cupping his cheek gently. “I’m never letting you out of my sight again, what were you even doing outside at that hour?”

There it was, the crippling guilt eating you from the inside out.  

“I went to clear my head, I’m just really stressed about graduation. I’m sorry… It won’t happen again.” Jungkook held your gaze for a moment but you looked away and brought yourself to your feet.

“I need to call Namjoon.” You lied, physically unable to watch your brother blatantly feed bullshit to your parents when they deserved to know the truth.  

“Y/N wait!” Jungkook sounded nervous but you didn’t stick around to hear what he had to say, instead your legs carried you outside and you called for a taxi. Seeing your brother laid up in a hospital bed was the push you didn’t ask for, but needed. You were going to buy him out, even if it meant losing your savings. Jungkook’s life was worth more than money.

It was surprisingly easy to find Yoongi’s address, Jungkook had scribbled it down in the front of his planner and haphazardly left it on his messy computer desk. Though you did feel guilty invading his privacy deep down you knew it was for his own good, you managed to find the name, address and number of the man you were intent on seeing before sunset and especially before your brother returned home.

Sliding your iPhone from your back jean pocket you dialled the number without hesitation, adrenaline fuelling your anger to a dangerously white hot fire.

“Hello?” A young man answered, his voice was much softer than you’d imagined.

“Is this Min Yoongi?” You asked, chewing on your fingernail as you waited for a response.

“That depends on what your name is sweetheart.” Your stomach churned at how slimy he was, this was the first time you’d ever reached out to him but judging by the severities of Jungkook’s injuries it wouldn’t be the last. Whatever it takes.

“My name is Y/N, and I owe you some money. Are you at home? I’d like to swing by and give you it as soon as possible.” You switched the bedroom light out and headed downstairs, grabbing your dad’s car keys from the bowl underneath the large mirror in the hallway.

“I don’t know any Y/N, you must have the wrong guy.” He put the phone down and you scoffed in absolute disbelief. What a prick, you thought. Grabbing your bag from the side table you checked the brown envelope inside one last time, $5,000 cash, you prayed that would cover the debts and put an end to this nonsense. Now, more determined that ever, you climbed into the car and pulled out of the drive.

Every fibre of your being told you to drive away, to stay in the car, that this was a bad idea, a mistake; but of course you didn’t listen. Throughout your life you’d always lived in a nice area with big houses and beautiful gardens, it was such a cultural shock to be parked in such a rough part of town. It was especially hard to picture Jungkook hanging out on the dark, graffiti stained streets; it was painfully obvious he didn’t fit in here, and neither did you.

Pushing through the nerves you eventually managed to get out of the car and walk up to the doorstep of the man who was tearing your family apart. A million questions circled your brain, you didn’t know what to expect; how old he was, what he looked like, how much money needed to be paid… You were terrified of the uncertainty of the situation. Pressing the dusty doorbell you wiped your finger off on your jeans, surprised to see a man quite a bit taller than you open the door, and he was breathtaking.

The man in front of you had ice white blonde hair and drawn together brows, he was dressed in rugged yet still fashionable clothes and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t affected by his looks. He was so handsome. Everything from his short nose bridge to the slight quirk in his small yet full mouth consumed you, it wasn’t until he cleared his throat and widened his eyes that you remembered why you were even there.

“Hi…my name is Y/N, I’m looking for Yoongi.” You stammered.

“I know who you are, was my putting the phone down not clear enough?” The man scoffed, “You’re Jungkook’s sister, and you’re probably here to pay off his debts. Well let me tell you something sweetie, you’re way too pretty to get caught up in my world, so how about you get back into that car and get the fuck off my property.”

“I have money.” You said in a panic, “All I ask is that you don’t go anywhere near him ever again and I’ll pay you in full, however much you need I’ll pay it.”

The blonde man flashed his brilliant white teeth in a panty-dropping smile before leaning against the doorframe, crossing his slender arms over his chest. “He’s the one that keeps coming back here, maybe you should put a leash on your dog if you don’t want him straying.”

“Please… Just let me pay you and you’ll never hear from me or him again, assuming you’re the guy I’m looking for.”

“You’d better come inside.” He stepped to one side and you had to squeeze past him to get over the threshold, his body impossibly close to yours as you took in your surroundings.

The house was surprisingly nicely decorated, a complete contrast to the neighbourhood on the other side of the door. It was all open planned, the kitchen and dining area overlooked the living room and staircase. Warm neutral brown paint adorned the walls, but you couldn’t deny the strong smell of cigarettes and marijuana staining the air.

“Sit down.” Using his cold hand he guided you to a leather armchair and sat across from you on a matching sofa, his eyes fixed solely on you. You assumed that the man in front of you was in fact Yoongi, you figured you wouldn’t be sitting in front of him otherwise.

“How much does he owe you?” You didn’t go there to waste time, you needed answers.

“Forty thousand. Cocaine doesn’t come cheap sweetie, and I only sell the best of the best.” He looked proud of himself as he leaned back in his seat, his hooded eyes tracing the shapes and curves of your body.

Forty thousand was a lot of money, there was no way you would be able to pay off all the debt. The thought of Jungkook laying in hospital with his bruised and beaten face was toying with you, perhaps you could pay half of the money and work the rest off. You were quiet and inconspicuous enough to deal drugs at school, nobody would suspect a thing. And then at college you could make him even more money, until there was no outstanding debts left.

“What if…” You sighed in frustration, “I can pay half of it, I can give you 20K. I have 5K with me today, and I’ll get the rest tomorrow—“

“And the other twenty?” He chuckled humourlessly, crossing his legs atop of the coffee table separating you.

“I’ll work it off. I’ll do whatever you need me to do, I can sell to people at school and make you the money back.” The life lesson of ‘always do the right thing’ died the second Jungkook started using drugs, he needed help, and you were the only chance he had. “I can go to parties, I can meet people to collect money and—“

“You think a pretty little thing like you would be safe in my world? You’re crazy.”

“Please…” Your lips trembled as tears threatened to cascade down your cheeks, “I’m desperate.”

“Don’t cry.” He whispered, a confused expression blanketing his features. Yoongi was intrigued by you, he’d never known someone to be so selfless and caring, so strong and brave. He wanted to know more about you, he needed to. “You’re too pretty to cry.”

“He was attacked, but I’m sure you already know that. I can’t have that happen again…I’ll do anything you want. I’ll work for you, whatever it takes. I’ll be your slave, I’ll—“

“Business is business sweetie, it was nothing personal. Jungkook is a nice guy who means well, but he needed to learn the value of money.”

“He’s 18 and you could’ve killed him!!! How can you even say that?!” You shot to your feet in anger, eyes blown wide with shock. “He’s lying in a hospital bed because of you! You know I could go to the police station right now and tell them everything, you practically confessed just now.”

“What makes you think the cops are going to believe a rich girl on the wrong side of town with five grand stashed in her bag?” He asked with a smirk. “You might not know this but I happen to be related to the mayor and two very well respected cops, you think you’re the first person who’s tried to be the hero? Try it, see where it gets you.”

“…You can’t get away with this. You can’t.”

“How about you do as I say, when I say and I’ll never contact your brother again. Unless you’re still thinking about heading to the police station?”

“How can I follow orders from you? I don’t even know your name.” You stared him down. He remained seated and yet he still radiated dominance, he was in control of the situation and you both knew it. He was in control of you.

“How rude of me… I’m Yoongi. Min Yoongi.” His smile was sinister, standing to shake your hand firmly, “And from now on, you do exactly what I say.”

It turned out that the hospital ran a compulsory drugs and alcohol test without Jungkook’s consent, meaning your family was being torn to pieces with each passing moment, his secret was finally out the bag. When the results came back your parents forced him to go to a rehabilitation centre on the outskirts of town, which you were low-key thankful for, at least he was safe there. With all the constant fighting and screaming about ‘who’s fault’ Jungkook’s habit was, it was obvious your parent’s marriage was on the rocks, you couldn’t even remember the last time you’d had a good nights sleep. What made things worse was the fact you were now working for the man who had caused all of your sleepless nights and heartbreak. 

Yoongi.

One month had passed since you’d met and you’d already sold several small bags of cocaine at school, he’d bragged about how easy things had been with you, because nobody suspected a quiet, somewhat respected student to be behind a drug deal. Namjoon noticed how you’d changed but never asked the right questions to get you talking. Even if he did, what would you say? ‘I’m working off my brothers drug debts of course I’ve changed’? In the space of just a few weeks, graduation had become the least of your worries.

It was a typical Friday afternoon at school, you’d just finished exchanging money for illegal goods in the girl’s bathroom, finally on your way to an English lesson when your phone vibrated and startled you.

I need you tonight. My place 10PM. Wear something slutty. We’re going to a party. - YG

This was the first time he’d asked you to go anywhere with him, normally you worked inside the school alone, to say you were apprehensive was an understatement. Groaning in frustration you didn’t bother replying, instead you shoved your phone into your bag and tried to get on with the rest of your day as normal. Whatever normal was anymore.

You couldn’t concentrate at all, you were panicking about what you would say to your parents and what the night itself would entail. However you knew you couldn’t decline, Yoongi was right; he owned you now. You were willing to do whatever it took to pay off Jungkook’s debts, even if it meant breaking every single moral code you had.

Soon enough you were sat inside a cab on the way to his dingy little house, your bare legs shaking from the cold weather. Wearing nothing more than a tight red off the shoulder dress and stilettos, you were already close to freezing and desperate for the night to be over. Somehow you’d managed to convince your parents that you and Namjoon were going out for dinner and a movie, earning a surprised gasp from your mother who had assumed you were now a couple. You wished that you were being wined and dined by your best friend that night, but the reality was you were unsure of what you’d’ be doing, and that terrified you beyond belief.

“Thanks.” You smiled at the driver, handing him the money before climbing out the car, regret already coursing through your veins.

“You’re late.” Yoongi said with a sigh, already waiting for you on his doorstep. As though your day hadn’t been stressful enough, the one person you were supposed to hate more than anyone looked absolutely drop dead gorgeous. His blonde hair was wild but it complimented his leather jacket and skinny jean combination, he looked like the epitome of ‘bad boy’ and it was enough to make you speechless. “So you’re not going to talk to me all night either? Great.” He snorted, “How mature of you.”

“Traffic was bad, sorry. I sold fourteen bags today.” You mumbled, pulling the dirty money from your clutch bag and handing it to him.

“Fourteen?” He raised his eyebrows, an obvious grin splitting his features. “You’re doing better than I thought you would sweetie, well done. You sure you don’t want to keep some—“

“No. I’ve told you, I’m working off Jungkook’s debt and that’s it, nothing more. I’m not interested in keeping your drug money.” You hissed, visibly shivering in the wind.

“Here.” Yoongi took off his jacket and threw it over your shoulders once he’d stuffed the notes into his jeans. “If anyone asks, you’re my girlfriend. We’ve been together for six months and you love me more than anything else in the world. Got it?” He laced his fingers between yours. “Hoseok’s house is a ten minute walk from here, you going to be okay in those shoes?”

“I know how to fucking walk.” You rolled your eyes, huffing in frustration.

“Is that how you speak to your boyfriends? Wow.” Yoongi chuckled darkly, his hand gripping yours tight enough to crush your finger bones.

“Ahh…” Your pained frown turned into a surprised look when he loosened his grip, a sinister smile playing with his lips.

“That dress is very revealing.”

“Isn’t that what you wanted me—“

“I didn’t say that it was a bad thing, you look perfect.”

Ignoring the obvious punch of heat that shot straight to your core over his wicked expression and suggestive words, you walked further down the street, your thoughts clouded with equal parts shame and desire. Yoongi had put Jungkook through so much torture over the past couple of years, he kept supplying him with drugs when he knew he was just a vulnerable kid, and because of him your brother wound up in the hospital; but Yoongi was also very handsome and charming, you found his cold persona and unreadable expressions alluring. Working for him was dangerous, you knew that, but working beside him was even worse.

The air was cold as it whirled round your figure and you silently thanked Yoongi for giving you his jacket, you found the warm scent of his spiced cologne intoxicating as it filled your senses. Before long you were stood outside another shitty looking house, beer cans and other pieces of trash littered the overgrown lawn outside, all the lights were out but you could hear the unmistakeable sounds of a party coming from inside. You turned to face your date for the evening, his eyes already trained on your face.

“What is it?” You asked, not missing the way his gaze flitted to your lips before settling back on your eyes.

“Take the jacket off.” He said, and you obeyed. You were only doing this to pay off Jungkook’s debts, and then you would be free. Free from the drugs, the illegal exchanges, but most importantly you would be free from Yoongi’s spell.

Passing him the jacket you followed him inside, not in the slightest bit surprised to see Park Jimin, the most popular guy in school sprawled out on a leather sofa; he and Jungkook were good friends and you’d met him a few times, it was obvious back then that he was using, so his presence in the dimly lit, smoke clouded room didn’t phase you one bit.

“Y/N… What the fuck are you doing here?” He asked lazily, his eyes widening as they settled on yours and Yoongi’s interlocked fingers.

“You know him?” Yoongi asked, and if looks could kill, Jimin would be dead.

“He goes to my school.” You murmured, avoiding both men’s gazes.

“Sorry Yoongi… I didn’t, I didn’t know that you two—“

“You didn’t see her here, got it? And if you say anything, and I mean anything about my girl to anyone, you’re as good as dead.”

The seriousness of Yoongi’s tone sent shivers down your spine, and not the good kind for once. You couldn’t help but wonder if Jungkook had received a similar threat before his attack, your stomach twisted at the mere thought. However you did appreciate Yoongi’s warning, what with graduation coming up the last thing you wanted was rumours flying around school, especially ones involving Yoongi.

“Okay-sure, I mean, yeah you got it…” Jimin swallowed thickly, removing himself from the busy room before rushing outside.

“What if he tells someone? What if it gets back to my friends? Or my parents find out—“

“He won’t.” Yoongi said sharply.

Just as he had hoped, every pair of eyes in the room were fixed solely on you; the curve of your ass, your exposed shoulders, your small smile as you tried your best to play the role of the doting girlfriend. Yoongi watched curiously, every man would look away the second he caught their gaze, he felt good with you by his side, rich, empowered. Eventually he found the familiar face he was looking for, his best friend, Jung Hoseok, his eyes completely black with something that wasn’t legal as he approached you both.

“Well well well, who do we have here?” Hoseok giggled, barely able to keep his eyelids open.

“This is my girl, Y/N.” Yoongi introduced you, and you offered his friend a polite smile.

“Hello, it’s nice to meet you.”

“Likewise princess, I’m Hoseok.” The brunette smiled before turning to your fake boyfriend, “She’s beautiful.”

“Do you have what I came for?” Yoongi asked seriously, his eyes scanning the male defensively.

“Already wired it to your account man, but while you’re here why don’t you and Y/N enjoy yourselves? There’s plenty of…well, everything! More than enough to go round.” He winked in your direction, earning your frame to stiffen slightly as you feigned a smile.

“Thanks. I’ll see you when we leave.” Yoongi’s stern features didn’t falter for a second, he was on edge around Hoseok, you could tell. Though a part of you wanted to run away from this life and curl up in the comfort of your own bed, you couldn’t shake off the curiosity brewing inside you. Yoongi was a strange individual, and even though you knew better than to take interest in guys like him, it was too late for that now.

“What’s up with you?” You asked quietly, slowly removing your fingers from his to rub your cold forearm.

“I’m not really your boyfriend, I don’t have to tell you shit.” He scoffed, pulling a whisky glass from his belt before handing it to you. “If you’re going to drink alcohol make sure it’s from this, I don’t know what other shit they’ve put in the punch bowls here.”

“Fine.” You mumbled, taking three large gulps of the bitter liquid, trying to ignore the intense burn at the back of your throat.  

“What does it feel like?” He cocked his head to one side, his tone softer and barely audible above the general conversation filling the room.

“What does what feel like?” Your gaze caught his, his eyes icy and curious, his brows weighed down in concentration and his jaw set tight.

“To have everyone stare at you like this… Look around Y/N, every guy in here is thinking about fucking you right now; and every girl in here is jealous of that. What does it feel like? To be the centre of the universe.”

“I wouldn’t go that far.” You showcased a genuine smile, a breathy chuckle leaving your lips.

“I’m serious, look at them all.”

Following Yoongi’s words you scanned the room as inconspicuously as possible, he was right, people were looking at you. In any other circumstances you would’ve felt uncomfortable, embarrassed that people were staring, but beside Yoongi you felt at ease. A dangerous way to feel standing next to somebody as manipulative as him.

All eyes were on you, flickering between the curves of your body and Yoongi’s veiny hand, possessively resting on the small of your back.

“It’s because you’re touching me, that’s all.” You tried to justify the situation with a shy smile, not missing the way Yoongi’s Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed thickly.

“It’s because you’re beautiful.” He whispered nonchalantly, his breath hot on your skin as he ducked his head into the crook of your neck, “That’s all.”

“Uh, I’m going to go and mingle…” You awkwardly cleared your throat, “I may as well try and sell some more bags while we’re here.” You offered him a small smile before making your way upstairs, desperately searching for a bathroom. You needed to clear your head, to get over your body telling you that you wanted him, you simultaneously felt drunk on lust and beside yourself with anger. It was an indescribable torture, the sexual tension was growing and you didn’t know how much longer you could take it.

As soon as you located the restroom you slammed the door shut behind you, catching your reflection in the mirror opposite. It was no wonder why people were staring, generally speaking you looked good, the dress flattered your shape and your hair and makeup was done nicely. The thought of Yoongi seeing you like this, all frantic and flustered, made your stomach tighten. You needed to pull yourself together, fast.

A loud knock on the wooden door behind you pulled you to your senses, an unfamiliar voice following. “Anybody in here? I gotta pee real bad!” A male shouted.

“Just a sec!” Ruffling your hair between your fingertips and touching up your lipgloss you eventually opened the door, only to be greeted by a tall college-student looking guy. His blue eyes found yours and he flashed his crooked teeth in a slimy grin, you recognised the redness beneath his nostrils almost immediately.

“Sorry princess… I hope I wasn’t interrupting anything.” His implication made you feel nauseous, but he was much bigger than you, and he’d managed to trap you in the bathroom with his body.

“Not at all.” You shook your head and smiled, “Excuse me, I have to find—“

“What’s the rush?”

“My boyfriend is downstairs—“

“What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him, hm?” He chuckled lazily, he was wired. “How about you and I have our own little party? What do you say?”

“No thank you.” Your heart was in your throat, your eyes wide as you tried to look past his figure, your stomach in knots as he came closer. “I said no thank you.”

“I love it when uptight chicks like you play hard to get, gets me off y’know? I’m getting hard just thinking about—“

“Don’t come any fucking closer!” You screamed, breathing ragged as anxiety quickly took over your emotions.

“Fuck, say that again.” He smirked, his right hand reaching for his jean zipper.

“You’re a pig.” You spat violently, using all your strength to push past him.

Despite being high his reflexes were quicker than you anticipated, his large hands clamped down on your shoulders and dragged you back into the bathroom. Acting fast you elbowed him in the stomach, hard enough for him to let go before you had the chance to run downstairs and find Yoongi.

“Yoongi!” You called out, your voice shaky as you pushed through the sea of people in Hoseok’s living area. “Where’s Yoongi?!”

“He’s outside having a smoke.” His friend Hoseok chirped happily, pointing in the direction of his crowded backyard.

“Thanks.” You rushed out of the house, constantly checking to see if the guy from upstairs was following you.

Your eyes landed on his slender figure, blowing smoke into the atmosphere as he talked to some guy in a red letterman jacket. As though he sensed your presence his head snapped round to face you straight away, his features riddled with concern and his brows knitted together. He didn’t bother excusing himself from the conversation before rushing over to you, his hands gripping your shoulders tightly.

“Y/N? What the fuck happened? What happened?!” He shook you vigorously, and you squirmed out of his vice-like grip, worrying him further.

“Don’t touch me. Please, I-, I want to go home.” You looked back inside the house, a series of whispered profanities escaping your lips as the man from upstairs locked eye contact with you, his gaze shifting from your figure to Yoongi’s before he headed back upstairs.

“Not until you tell me what happened.” Yoongi’s voice was serious as he took off his leather jacket, effortlessly pulling it over your shaking shoulders. You didn’t need him to save you, you didn’t want him to play the hero when you knew he would always be the villain. You just wanted to leave, now.

“For fucks sake!” You snapped, “I do everything you tell me to, everything! For once can you listen to me and just take me back to your place!”

Caught off guard Yoongi stayed silent for a lengthy minute before lacing his fingers between yours, expressionless, his hands were much bigger and thankfully much warmer than yours. He didn’t say goodbye to anybody that night, not even Hoseok.

After a silent walk back to his house it was evident that Yoongi wasn’t prepared to drop the situation just like that, but like he said earlier in the night, he wasn’t really your boyfriend; you didn’t have to tell him shit. His cold, questioning stare found yours and he frowned, unsure of what to do or say. For the first time in years the cool, confident and collected Min Yoongi was rendered speechless, and it infuriated him.

“I’ll call a cab home, sorry I had to cut the night short.” You pulled out your cellphone, surprised to see almost twenty missed calls, three from Namjoon and the rest from your mother.

“Good luck getting a taxi at this hour.” He scoffed, lighting the fireplace before taking a seat next to you on the leather sofa.

“Shit…”

“Why don’t you stay here for the night?” He suggested, swallowing nervously. “I’ll take the sofa.”

You couldn’t catch the humourless laugh clawed it’s way out your throat in time, “Yeah I’m sure my parents would love that. I can’t, Jungkook gets back tomorrow and I want to be there when he’s home.”

Jungkook’s name brought a forgotten light onto the situation. You were sitting with the man who had singlehandedly ruined your family, and though half of you wanted to tear his hair out and make him pay for what he’d done, the other half was too busy staring at the shape of his plump lips, wondering if they tasted as salty as him. It was wrong how bad you wanted him, but on a night like tonight you longed for someone to touch you, to squeeze you and hold you. You craved security, and despite everything, you felt safe with him.

“I’m not going to force you to stay, but you’re more likely to get a cab in the morning.” He reasoned, avoiding the subject of your adopted brother. “If you know Jimin from school that means you’re a senior right? That makes you what, eighteen?”

“Yeah, I’m two months older than Jungkook.” You smiled, thankful for the heat radiating from the fireplace. “How old are you anyway?”

“I turned twenty-one last week.” Yoongi stated matter-of-factly, his lip wedged between his teeth as he concentrated, drinking in your shapes and curves as though this was the last time he would ever see you.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” You chuckled, too warm to keep his leather jacket on any longer. “Happy birthday for last week I guess.”

“Thanks.” He laughed for the first time since you’d met him, a genuine laugh. Not a snicker, not a scoff, but a laugh. “I meant what I said earlier, I think you’re beautiful.”

“It’s just the dress, it’s not me.” You rolled your eyes heavenward, haphazardly tossing his jacket down the side of the sofa.

“I think you’d look just as beautiful without the dress.”

Heat slammed straight to your core, already borderline throbbing with anticipation, your cheeks blushing as his the reality of his words hit you. You were drunk enough to turn your body to face him, leaving inches between your curious faces, but were also sober enough to know you shouldn’t. His parted lips crashed against yours in a frenzied kiss, his smooth hands finding purchase on your hips before pulling you onto his lap. Your tongues battled for dominance in lewd openmouthed kisses, but Yoongi had already won. Soft moans filled his mouth as you cupped his face, tracing the sharpness of his jawline with your fingertips. He was a masterpiece, a beautiful but deadly work of art.

The plushness of his lips set you aflame, every once of you craved him until your body was practically begging to be touched. Taking your lip between his teeth he bit down, much softer than you wanted him to, teasingly tugging the flesh before letting it spring back. His hands snaked up your body and found the zipper with ease, gently pulling it down until red material pooled your waist, your underwear being the only barrier between your needy bodies. Pulling his oversized black shirt over his head you threw it over your shoulder, not wasting any time before trailing kissed down his neck. 

“Are you sure you want to do this baby girl?” Yoongi’s voice was gruff and oozing seduction. 

“Yes, fuck yes.” You whispered against his warm skin, a small yelp escaping you as he brought his palm down hard on your ass in a quick slap. 

“Good girl, you would tell me if you were uncomfortable wouldn’t you?”

“Yes.”

Fingers gracefully climbed your thighs before reaching the lace trim of your panties, a smug smile crept onto his face at the mere discovery. While toying with the material his plump lips found yours once again, his kisses growing in desperation and amplified by carnal desire, the most sinfully addictive combination there was.

“Touch me, please touch me.” You begged shamelessly, the growing fire in your abdomen and damp underwear borderline unbearable. “Please…” You whispered against his lips.

Listening to your plea, he dragged your lacy thong down and off your legs agonisingly slow before shoving it inside his front jean pocket. Your heart was beating at a rapid pace, you couldn’t believe this was really happening, even the rational side of you was under his spell at this point, he’d completely consumed you. A loud gasp broke the silence as his right hand cupped your bare heat, his middle finger circling your glistening entrance, sending you past the point of no return.

“You’re so wet, fuck, I bet you’re so warm and tight and ready for me to fuck you. Is that right?” He stared at you with hooded eyes blown wide with lust as he pushed his finger deep inside you, earning you to squeeze your eyes shut tight and concentrate on the feeling of being filled by him.

“Oh my god… Yoongi…” You groaned softly, trying to steady your breathing.

“You’re dripping down my hand.” His tone was quiet but remained dominant, cementing the fact he was the one in charge. “Tell me you want me.”

“I-, I want you.” You whimpered without hesitation, stumbling over your words when he began to pump in and out of you with his finger, curling it at just the right spot to have you a moaning mess within minutes. “Oh god…” While he fucked you with his finger you reached for his belt, messily unbuckling it and unzipping his jeans.

As if the pressure of his finger wasn’t already enough he flattened the pad of his thumb against your clit hard, winning you to scream out into the room. Unsure if it was the heat from the fireplace or the brewing release inside you, every inch of your body felt white hot, your head dropping into the bend of Yoongi’s shoulder as you shifted on his hand, desperate for more friction.

“Tell me when you’re close.” He sounded calm, the opposite of how you felt in that moment. Nodding against his collarbone you started to distract yourself, peppering small openmouthed kissed along his chest and neck until the coil within you threatened to snap, your stomach fluttering with anticipation.

“I-, I won’t last, much longer.” You admitted, tears pricking your eyes as the intensity of his ministrations devoured you.

“Don’t you dare fucking come.” He ordered, his deep voice almost enough to send you over the edge. It was tortuous, you were so close to coming undone that you couldn’t speak, all you could do was try to will away the euphoria that wanted to swallow you whole. Simultaneously rubbing your clit and stroking your g-spot, you felt powerless, a reflection of how your relationship actually was. He was the one calling the shots, he took satisfaction in controlling you, and you always obeyed.

“Yoongi…” You tried to warn him, your hips involuntarily rolling against his hand.

“The first time you come I want to be inside you baby girl.” He stopped and pulled his hand away from you, sucking his fingers clean before reaching into his wallet for a shiny gold packet. Surprise widened your eyes when he pulled his thick member from his boxers, he was much bigger than you imagined, by far the biggest you’d ever seen. “Take off your bra.” Nodding, you reached round your back and unclasped the strapless lingerie and watch it fall to the floor before returning your gaze to Yoongi’s hands, rolling the condom down.

“You’re so big…” You whispered, almost in disbelief, and he smirked.

“Do you feel uncomfortable?” He asked, his small eyes scanning your face for any sign of premature regret.

“No.” You smiled, for the first time in a long time you felt content, you were fully immersed in what was happening. Graduation, Jungkook, Namjoon, university, your parents, money…none of those things even crossed your mind. It was just you and him.

“Come here.”

As his lips found yours he gripped your waist tight with one hand, using the other to line himself up with your entrance. His kisses were hungry and rushed, the polar opposite to his gentle movements. Carefully, he guided your hips down onto his shaft, his size painful as he filled you up entirely.

“Oh my god.” You whined, the stretch almost unbearable.

Leaning forward on the sofa he twirled his tongue round your nipple before taking it into his mouth, sucking the hardening bud just enough to make you throw your head back in pleasure. It was too much, he was too much. Slowly but surely Yoongi used his grip on your waist to pull you up and back down his shaft, the sensation unbearable for him as he whispered sweet nothings against your skin, lost completely to a red lustful haze. Your hands tugged on his bleached hair as the familiar wave of exhilaration returned, the constant brushing of his member against your g-spot rendering you speechless, save for a few incoherent groans of his name.

“You’re so fucking, tight, shit…” He murmured, burying his face into your neck as he continued to fuck you slowly. Snaking one hand between your bodies the pad of his right thumb found your swollen bundle of nerves once more, he showed no mercy as rubbed painfully fast circles onto your sensitive area, pulling back to watch you with parted lips as you screamed his name.

“I’m-, I’m going to come.” You panted breathlessly, preparing yourself for what was about to happen to your body.

“Come for me.” He bit his lip, his gaze never leaving your face.

“Oh god!” Your legs shook violently as you came around him, your walls pulsing rhythmically as you welcomed your high with open arms, consumed by the sheer bliss that followed.

“Fucking hell.” He groaned before pulling you off him entirely and pushing you to the living room floor. “Get on your knees.” He ordered before standing up.

Following his instructions you scrambled your weak limbs onto your hands and knees next to the fire, facing away from the sofa. It wasn’t long before you felt his presence behind you, his legs gently grazing yours as he too got on his knees behind you. Without a word of warning he pushed every hard inch of himself into your core and brought a ruthless slap down onto your ass, the sting strangely addictive.

“You feel so fucking good.” He mumbled before moving away from you, only to slam himself back inside. “Shit.”

“Yoongi…” You whispered, tears welling in the corners of your eyes from equal parts pain and pleasure. Each snap of his hips was harder than the last, his pelvis hitting your asscheeks hard enough to bruise with every thrust. Taking a firm grip of your curves he set a pace that wasn’t too fast and definitely not too slow, it was like he knew your body better than you did. “Oh god, fuck yes.” You moaned, “Harder.”

Something snapped inside Yoongi, he reached down to cup your face, squeezing your cheeks together as he rammed in and out of you mercilessly, the tip of his length smacking against your cervix with every movement. You knew there was no way you would be able to walk tomorrow, your jaw would probablt be bruised from his grip too, but you didn’t care, you were high on the most compelling drug you’d ever known, Min Yoongi.

“Do you like it when I fuck you like this?” He panted, “You dirty fucking slut.”

Unable to make a coherent sentence you just groaned in response, your eyes rolling into the back of your skull as the snapped coil within you tightened once more, threatening to shatter into pieces. Your neck was aching from the angle he was holding your face, there was no doubt you looked like a mess right now but you couldn’t think straight, you were obsessed with the way he made you feel, he was dangerous, addictive.

“Are you going to come again? You filthy whore.” He leaned back to spit on where your bodies connected, while some girls would feel used and violated at the obscenity of the situation you were enveloped by ecstasy, he was everything you needed but never even knew you wanted.

“I’m-, I’m close.” You stammered, practically screaming out into the room as the second, more intense wave of pleasure washed over you. Both of Yoongi’s hands found purchase on your hips as he violently chased his own high, spilling his seed into the condom with a guttural groan. It wasn’t long before your surroundings faded to a dull black, fatigue claiming your heavy eyelids in front of the fire as a protective arm snaked round you middle, pulling you into the comfort and security of a warm beating chest. 

The next day the dull ache in your head was nothing compared to the agonising soreness between your legs. Your whole body felt heavy and bruised as you finally came to your senses, practically naked on Yoongi’s cold living room floor with him nowhere to be seen. What were you thinking? Anger and shame coursed through your veins as you gathered your belongings in a hurry, quickly dialling for a taxi home.

The entire car ride home all you could think about was Yoongi’s hands, on you, all over you, inside you. You prayed that your parents weren’t home, hopefully they would be on the other side of town picking up Jungkook from the rehabilitation centre. Jungkook. How could you be so stupid? You didn’t even realise you were home until a tall figure sat on your doorstep caught your attention.

“Shit…” You mumbled, thanking the taxi driver before facing your fate.

“Where the fucking hell have you been?!” Namjoon roared as he shot to his feet, his tired eyes black with fury as he looked you up and down, still wearing yesterdays clothes. “Next time you want to use me as an alibi, make sure to ask me first! I showed up last night to see how you were doing and your mom starts freaking out because, apparently, we’re on a date!”

“Namjoon I’m—“

“Save it.” He was serious, “Whatever you’re doing, whoever you’re doing it with, it ends now. Look at what happened to your brother, how could you be so irresponsible—“

“Give me a fucking break!” You sobbed, tears cascading down your cheeks. “You don’t understand… I-, it’s complicated. Just go. I’m sure my parents will scold me for lying, but I don’t need to take this from you too.”

“Fine.” His voice was ice cold, he didn’t sound like your best friend anymore. Without sparing you a second glance he stormed off, his broad shoulders tense as he made his way down the street and out of your vision. Thankfully your parents car wasn’t in the drive which meant they were still at the other side of town. That gave you more than enough time to come up with a reasonable explanation as to why you didn’t come home last night.

Little did they know that you were caught in the same web of lies that almost killed Jungkook, Min Yoongi.