#switch!jin

An hour later, Y/N was propped up against the headboard of her bed with many pillows surrounding her and one of Hyunjin’s hoodies on. 

“Noonaaaa!” Changbin said excitedly as he entered the room followed by Chan and Lee Know.

“Hi, noona!” Lee Know waved as he sat on her desk chair. Chan stood behind him, leaning against the wall.

“Hi, Y/Nie.” He smiled. “Are you feeling better?”

“Yes I am, thank you Chan oppa.” Y/N replied. “How’s being idols now?”

“It’s good.” Lee Know said. “Fun.”

“That’s good.” Y/N said. “I’ve listened to your guys stuff, it’s really good.”

“Thank you.” Changbin said. He was sat on Y/N’s windowsill seat where she used to sit and read when she was younger. 

There was a comfortable silence for a while before Y/N heard several sets of footsteps on the stairs. 

“They’re here!” She exclaimed excitedly. Hyunjin walked into her room, shutting the door behind him. She frowned at him and tilted her head.

“Are you completely sure you can handle this?” He asked.

“Yes, Hyunjin. I’m sure. And if I need you, you’re next door. I’ll text you or something.” She reassured him. “So, you four, out. Let me see my boys.”

“If anything happens, anything at all, just let us know. We are right next door.” Hyunjin said as the four of them left the room. 

“I know, Hyunnie.” Y/N nodded. She took a deep breath to steady herself and calm herself down. There was a soft knock on the door. She cleared her throat. “Come in.”

“Baby girl!” Her Hobi was there with a huge smile on his face.

“Hobi!” He came into her room and gently made his way over to her. “Where are the rest of you?”

“We’re going to come in one at a time to let you adjust and everything. We want to make you feel as comfortable as possible.” Hoseok explained, kneeling down next to her bed. “How are you?”

Y/N reached out her hand which Hoseok took. She had missed feeling him. “I’m okay. Healing slowly but I’m okay.”

“That’s amazing, baby girl. I’m so proud of you for getting this far.” Hoseok said.

“I missed you.” Y/N felt tears prick her eyes.

“I missed you too, baby girl.” Hoseok’s eyes looked all over her face, softening even more. “Oh, please, don’t cry, baby girl. It’s okay.” Y/N sniffled and grabbed a tissue to wipe her eyes. Hoseok watched her for a few seconds before he spoke again. “Can I hug you?”

He’s not Jackson. Not Jackson. This is Hoseok. Jackson can’t hurt me anymore. She reminded herself. 

“Please.” She said. Hoseok stood up and climbed onto her bed, pulling her into his arms.

“There we go.” He said as he maneuvered them gently into a comfortable position. Y/N burst into tears again having missed this feeling so much. “It’s okay, baby girl. I’ve got you. I’m here.” He played with her hair and stroked her back. 

“I needed this.” She whispered, her voicy croaky from the tears. 

“I know, baby girl. I know.” Hoseok’s voice was soft. “I needed this too.”

There was a knock at the door. Y/N looked up from her spot on Hoseok’s chest and saw that Seokjin was stood in the doorway.

“Oh, sweetheart.” His face filled with sympathy when he saw her crying. “What’s wrong?”

“They’re happy tears, Jin oppa.” Y/N sniffled. “I didn’t realise how much I had missed you until I saw you.”

“I missed you too, sweetheart. So much.” Seokjin took hold of her hand and rubbed the back of it. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m okay.” Y/N said. “I’m not a hundred percent where I was before yet, but I’m getting there.”

“I’m so glad you’re okay.” Jin said. “Can I join the cuddle?” Y/N nodded and Hoseok lifted her up slightly and rolled onto his back so Jin could lie next to them. He then placed her on both of their chests so she was lying kind of in between them on her side with Hobi behind her and Jin in front of her. They were both holding hands on her hip. 

“Hi,” Y/N whispered. She was quite close to Jin’s face.

“Hi sweetheart.” Jin said reaching up to push some hair out of her face. “You’re so beautiful.”

“You are, baby girl.” Hoseok agreed. Y/N blushed and hid her face in Jin’s shoulder, causing the pair of them to chuckle.

“You definitely are the most exquisite thing I’ve ever seen, baby.” Came a voice from the door.

“Joonie oppa?” She lifted her head up and saw Namjoon stood with a huge smile on his face, showing his dimples.

“Hello, beautiful baby. How have you been?” Namjoon stood awkwardly by the edge of the bed not really sure what to do. 

“I’ve been better, if I’m being totally honest. But I’m getting there.” Y/N replied.

“That’s good, baby. We will all help you get to where you need to be.” Joon said.

“Join the cuddle!” Hoseok said happily. 

“Ok, hyungs move up and go on your sides.” Namjoon instructed. “And then I’m gonna lie in the middle with our pretty little baby in my arms because I’ve missed her so much.”

“I missed you too.” Y/N smiled, moving to let Namjoon lie down. Once he was comfortable she carefully laid down on top of him. She had gotten her stitches out and the wound had healed but it still hurt a little bit if she moved too quickly, and she still had the fear she would somehow rip it open.

“Cuddles without me?” Jimin’s voice rang across the room. Y/N could picture the pout on his face. She looked over at him. Yup, there it was.

“You’re cute, Jiminie.” Y/N cooed, making him smile at her.

“Not as cute as you, though.”

Y/N opened her mouth to speak but was interrupted by the others agreeing with him and not allowing her to say otherwise. 

“Are you okay? I was so scared.” Jimin asked, crawling onto the bed and lying next to her on top of Hoseok, who let out a small grunt when Jimin flopped onto him.

“I’m okay. Getting better, Min. I’m not completely there yet, but I will be.” Y/N promised, making Jimin nod in understanding. He reached out and wrapped an arm around her waist.

“I’m glad you’re back in my arms, princess.” He said softly.

“I’m glad too, Min.” Y/N said, staring into his eyes. 

“Baby bear!” Taehyung exclaimed, bounding into the room.

“TaeTae!” Y/N smiled, sitting up, her legs on either side of Namjoon’s stomach. She opened her arms and made grabby hands at him. Tae climbed on Jin and hugged Y/N tight. She heard him inhale deeply on the top of her head.

“You’re okay. That’s so good. I’m proud.” Taehyung said, his deep voice rumbling through Y/N’s body. 

“Yeah, I’m getting there. Still a bit jumpy.” Y/N explained, making Tae hum in understanding.

“I get that, darling. I understand.” Tae said softly, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. He froze. “I’m sorry if that was too far.”

“It’s fine, Tae. Honestly. It’s okay. I’m okay.” Y/N reassured him. He pulled away and looked her in the eye to make sure she was comfortable.

“Okay, baby bear. Okay.” Taehyung settled down on top of Jin, who groaned as he shifted his weight along Jin’s stomach.

“Tae, I love you, but ow.” Jin complained. 

“Love you too, hyung.” Tae leaned up and kissed Jin’s lips. “Yoongi hyung said to let you know that he thought it would be best if he and Jungkook were alone with Y/N.”

“Why?” Y/N was confused. She tilted her head to side and glanced at the boys in front of her.

“It’s easier to let him explain, baby.” Namjoon said, sitting up. Y/N slid into his lap.

“Is it bad?” Y/N chewed on her lip.

“It’s okay, baby girl. They’re both okay. They just both really, really missed you.” Hoseok replied, reassuring her. 

Taehyung and Jimin clambered off the bed after sandwiching her between kisses to her cheeks. Jin followed with a kiss to the top of her head, with Hobi close on his heels, leaving a kiss to Y/N’s nose.

“It will be okay, baby. I promise. Some things happened while you were gone, which they want to talk to you about. But I promise you, it’s okay.” Namjoon said. Y/N nodded and got off Namjoon’s lap.

He kissed her forehead after he got off the bed. “I’ll see you later?”

“Of course, baby.” He said. “We’ll all go home and watch a movie or something.”

“Okay.” Y/N nodded, watching Namjoon’s retreating figure make his way out of the room and into the hallway. 

“Jagiya? Can I come in?” At the sound of his voice, Y/N eyes filled with tears. She had missed all of the boys, but Yoongi was her first soulmate. They had a special connection that none of the others had. 

“Yoonie.” Her voice cracked as she spoke. She got up from the bed and ran into his arms.

“Jagi. Oh, my God. Y/N.” Yoongi murmured into her hair, walking them into the room. “You’re okay. You’re okay.”

“I’m okay.” Y/N confirmed. “Still a bit jumpy at certain things and have slight PTSD, but I’m okay.”

“That’s okay, jagiya. Fucking hell I missed you.” He pulled away and studied her face. “You’ve gotten even more beautiful.” He whispered, a hand coming up to cup her cheek. “So pretty.”

“I missed you, Yoon.” Y/N said, rubbing his shoulder. 

“I missed you more.” He said. Y/N looked up at him, taking in his cat-like eyes that pierced into her soul every time they looked at each other. His eyes dipped down to her lips. He paused and cleared his throat. “Can I...?”

Y/N hesitated. Jackson had never actually kissed her the entire time she was there, so she should be fine. And she wanted him to. That meant something, surely. Her body was telling her to, so she would be fine.

“Yes.” She breathed. Yoongi leaned down and connected their lips together.

Y/N waited with baited breath, unsure of what was about to happen. 

And then she felt it.

The fireworks.

Sparking and bursting inside her stomach. She smiled into the kiss, her hands coming up to curl into the hairs at the base of Yoongi’s neck. 

They both pulled away breathless. Yoongi was smiling lovingly at her, trying to catch his breath. 

“Fuck.” He murmured, a hand stroking her cheek. “Okay.” He cleared his throat. “There’s something you need to know.”

“What do you mean?” Y/N’s heart filled with dread. “What happened?” Yoongi was silent, looking down at his fingers. “Yoongi. Tell me.” She demanded.

“The night you were taken something happened between me and Jungkook.” He began. Y/N’s heart stopped. Had they broken up? Had Jungkook left them?

“Where is he?” She asked, needing to see him. “Is everything okay?”

“It’s not good, jagiya.” Yoongi had tears in his eyes. “He-” His breath hitched in his throat and he started to cry. “It’s all my fault.”

“What’s your fault? What happened?” Y/N asked, wrapping her arms around him. “Yoongi? Where is he? You’re scaring me.” Yoongi buried his head in her shoulder and kept saying he was sorry. “Yoongi, love, please tell me what happened.”

Yoongi took a deep breath to calm himself. “The night you were taken, Jungkook and I got into an argument. I told him that Jackson taking you was his fault and that caused him to hurt himself.”

“Fuck.” Y/N was shocked. She never thought Yoongi would be like that. “Why would you say that to him?”

“I was upset and angry and scared and I wasn’t in my right mind.” Yoongi explained. “I thought you were going to die. You said you would kill yourself if he ever took you again and I knew that I wouldn’t be able to live without you.”

“Yoongi...” Y/N was still slightly angry at him for exploding at Jungkook like that, but she could understand where he was coming from. “I’m okay. I’m here. Just please, don’t ever do that again. Stuff like that it’s... damaging.”

“I know. There’s only two things I regret in my life. Hurting him like that and allowing Jackson to get close to you.” Yoongi said. 

“I want to see him.” She said. Yoongi nodded and left the room for a second, returning with a scared looking Jungkook.

“Koo.” Y/N breathed a sigh of relief and ran into his arms. He let out a breath of surprise before hugging her back.

“I do.” 

“I do.”

The words run through your mind as you bump arms with your significant other. You were still caught up in the whole ceremony that took place. Your husband, on the other hand, isn’t feeling so great considering the airport threw off his entire game plan. You’re focused on something else:

The fact that you’ve been wanting to jump his bones since the beginning of your wedding. It wasn’t helping that the two of you were cramped together on the plane, him keeping his hand on your thigh, gripping it to control his annoyance. His hair had become a bit messy, but he still looked handsome as ever in his gray sweatpants and black t-shirt. The two of you continuously bumped shoulders during the ride, the sun had gone down, and everyone else had faded into the background. 

You laid your head on Jin’s shoulder as he scrolled through his phone, making sure that your hotel reservations were alright. You pulled your head up from his shoulder and ran your hands through his hair and whispered the words, “It’s gonna be okay, baby.” 

Jin turned off his phone and let out a sigh, leaning back and looking in your direction for reassurance. He was glad you were here with him at least. He just desperately wanted to get to Japan so he can cuddle up in bed with you all night.. But roadblocks keep getting in the way. He moved his hand to grip onto yours and smiled softly. 

“Yes.. I just want to be with you, pretty.” He whispers back, squeezing your hand, “We should be back in our room right now, I should be holding and making love to you right now.” He softly whined, and you felt butterflies erupt in your stomach at these words. You couldn’t help but lean over and softly kiss his lips. He pecked you right back before letting out a grunt.

“I want to do so many things to you. Do you know how hard it is being this close to you like this, so close to you like this.. And not being able to do anything? It’s torture.” His complaints correspond with yours, and suddenly you understood his annoyance. You remove your hand from his and pull away. Jin looks to you questioningly for a second.

You turn around and look around, up and down the plane, all you see is sleeping people. More specifically the people next to you. Jin figures you didn’t want to be too affectionate, so he turns his body back towards the seat in front of him.  You turn back to see Jin laying back with his eyes closed. You bite your lip before placing your hand over his sweatpants. Jin took this as a sign of affection, so he placed his hand on your thigh once again. But when you start moving your hand Jin’s eyes slowly open wide. You push down hard and he lets out a noise before laying his head on your shoulder, “Ah, what are you up to?” 

“I’m giving you what you want, baby.” Your hands move up to his shirt and into his sweats, and Jin lets out a gasp, pulling a bundled up blanket he brought over your laps. This urged you to help pull down his sweats and boxers just so his cock was out. You continued your ministrations on his members. You were so caught up in pleasuring him that you didn’t notice his hands moving along to your middle. You gasped as you felt him touch you over your tights, his fingers moving in a circular pattern.

“Shh… not too loud.” Your toes clenched up and you laid your head on his, not being able to sit up straight as his hand movements sped up. You began feeling his member grow in your hand, and Jin let out barely audible noises that only you could hear, being so close to him. 

“When- fuck.” Jin stops mid sentence to kiss your neck softly before continuing, “When we get to our room, I promise you, I’m not going to let you go.” You felt your resolve breaking as he brought you closer to your release.

“We’ll cuddle, I’ll hold your hand, I’ll kiss your cute fucking forehead.” Your heart fluttered at his words, “And then I’ll make love to you, I’ll fuck you in every nook and cranny of that hotel room.” His breaths became heavier as he continued on.

“Fuck.. yes. I can’t wait.” You whisper back, and your grip on him tightens as you feel your release coming, “Oh god Jin, I’m close.. oh my god.” You tried your best to keep quiet, never did you think you’d ever be caught dead doing something like this on a plane. And never did you expect the risky situation to be so hot. 

“Mhmm, yes baby, cum in your fucking tights.” He sits up so his mouth is by your ear. He whispers praises as you feel a wave of pleasure come over you. Your eyes close tightly and your legs move around, a natural reaction to such a strong orgasm.

Jin continues to move his fingers as you ride out your orgasm, you grip onto his arm signaling him to stop. You breathe heavily and look up into his eyes, “..fuck.” 

The two of you smile at each other, letting our little giggles at the sight. Jin uses his other hand and puts it on your face softly, kissing your forehead.

“Oh.. no no, you haven’t finished yet.” Jin shakes his head as you put your hand on his cock begins to move again.

“Shit, I’ll manage baby. I thought it over and maybe I shouldn’t cum all over our only blanket.” He mumbles back. You shook your head, you watched his expression change as you dipped your head down under the blanket, getting your mouth around him. Jin gasped and put his hand on your head, anxiously looking around to make sure no one noticed the scene going on near them. Your mouth always did a number on Jin, and he was close already.

He continued looking around until he finally gave in and closed his eyes, not being able to handle the pleasure. He bit down his bottom lip to hold back his noises. Softly moving his hand up and down your head. He felt his release coming and he suddenly gripped onto your shirt, moving his hips along with your mouth, signaling you about his incoming orgasm. 

You made noises, adding pleasurable vibrations around him. And before you knew it his was releasing into your mouth. Jin’s eyes rolled back and his mouth gaped open at the feeling. You let out noises of satisfaction as you swallowed down his juices. After his breathing had slowed down you pulled your head up from under the blanket, wiping your mouth off. The two of you were both worn out from what just happened.

“You know what.. maybe a nap would make this plane trip a lot shorter?” You suggest. Jin nodded his head and put an arm around you, somehow managing to pull you even closer as the two of you drifted off.

She ran upstairs to put on her coat, hat, scarf, gloves. She pulled on her new boots and ran out into the back garden. “Haha, I won!” She exclaimed as Jin raced out. He wrapped his arms around her waist and spun her around, making her laugh and scream.

“Either way I would have been cleaning that pan.” Seokjin pointed out, making her nod.

“Yup. That is correct.” She confirmed, making him set her down. He bent down and scooped up some snow before throwing it at her.

“Jin!” She yelped, taking cover behind Yoongi’s chair that he would sit in in the summer. “You’re so on, oppa!” She scooped up snow and tossed it at the older, who wasn’t able to duck in time so got a face full of snow.

“Oh, you little brat.” Jin scooped up even more snow and eventually they were having a snowball fight. When Jin was collecting more snowballs, Y/N left her hiding spot and jumped onto him, making them both fall to the floor as Jin yelled in shock.

“You scared me!” He said, turning his face to the side to glare at her lying on his back. She giggled and got off him, dusting off her clothes.

“I’m so sorry.” She said with a hint of sarcasm. Seokjin stood up and towered over her, wrapping his arms around her and keeping her still.

“I trapped you.” He said. She looked up at him, their eyes locking. “You look pretty with the snowflakes in your hair.” He said.

“Thank you.” She whispered. “You look handsome with snow in your hair too.”

“You look like an ice princess.” He said, subconsciously leaning down. Their lips connected and they kissed. It was full of love and a passion that caused something to ignite inside Y/N.

Jin’s tongue darted out to lick her lips before pushing into her mouth. She hummed into the kiss and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling herself closer to him. “Inside. Go inside.” She said breathlessly. “Need you.” And she could feel just how much Jin needed her from how hard he was.

“Okay. Okay. Yes.” He said. “It will warm us up, and then we can have a nice bath after.”

“Sounds good, Jinnie.” She said as he carried her upstairs to his room, their clothes being pulled off at various points on the journey up. 

He kicked open his door and set her down. They both finished undressing each other, sharing kisses and touches as they did. “Sound so pretty, sweetheart.” Jin said as she let out a soft moan at his fingers brushing over her breasts. “Can’t wait to taste you.” He whispered in her ear. “I can’t wait to bury my head in that pretty little pussy of yours and make you cum so hard that you see stars.”

“I need you so bad, Jinnie.” She whispered in his ear, arching up into his touch. He traced his fingers down her stomach down to where she needed him the most. 

“What’s the magic word, sweetheart?” He asked, fingers hovering over her pussy.

“Please.” She looked up at him, giving him puppy eyes. He chuckled and leaned down to kiss her as he slid his fingers into her pussy. “Ah.” She moaned into the kiss. He crooked them inside of her and pressed against her special spot that made her feel ecstatic. “Oh my God.”

“That’s right, sweetheart. I am your God.” Seokjin said, moving his fingers faster as he moved his head down to meet them, leaving a trail of kisses and bites in his wake. 

Her fingers tangled in his hair and pulled slightly as his tongue made contact with her clit, earning a groan from him. He wrapped his lips around her bundle of nerves and sucked, causing her hips to buck up at the sensation.

“Nah uh.” He said, pulling away. “Keep those hips still.” He pressed them down using a free hand. “You taste delicious, angel.” He said, slipping his tongue inside her.

“Oh God, that’s so good.” Y/N’s eyes rolled back at the feeling as her toes scrunched up. 

“I think I like you called me your God.” Seokjin said as he pulled away and lifted himself back up to hover over her face. “Are you ready for your God’s cock.”

Y/N felt a wave of pleasure roll through her at Seokjin’s confidence and him calling himself her God. “Please.” She managed to get out. Seokjin hummed and leaned down to kiss her.

“Whatever my angel wants, she will get.” Seokjin obliged, filling her in one thrust. Y/N let out a long moan. “I love making you sing.” He crooned, kissing her neck and sucking.

“I... Ah... Oh.” Y/N could not get a single sentence out, making Seokjin chuckle.

“Is my cock making you feel too good?” He asked.

“Feel so good. So full. Love it.” Y/N choked out, letting out another moan as Seokjin pushed in all the way and just rolled his hips, not thrusting anymore. “So deep.” She threw her head back and moved her hand to rub at her clit. 

Seokjin pushed her hand away. “I’ve got you. I can make you cum.” He said, pressing his thumb down, making her scream out. He rubbed it in tight circles, making her shudder.

“I’m close. Gonna cum. Please?” She asked.

“Cum whenever you need to.” Seokjin said, kissing her again. “Cum for your God.”

At his words, Y/N felt the knot inside her snap and her whole body shook with the force of her orgasm. “That’s it, angel. Such a good little angel.” He said. “Shit, angel.” He exclaimed. “You squirted.” He continued rolling his hips, chasing his own orgasm. “That was so hot. Covering me in your cum. Marking me as your own.”

“I didn’t know I could squirt.” Y/N said as she tried to catch her breath. 

“Our little secret for now. We can surprise the others.” He said. “Show them what we did tonight and how much you cum just from me.”

“I’d like that.” Y/N moaned, feeling overstimulated. His hips stuttered and he pulled out, releasing on her stomach. 

“Fuck angel.” He moaned out. He leaned down and kissed her. “You okay?”

“Yeah.” She replied. “I’m more than okay.” 

“That’s good, sweetheart. Come on, I’ll run you a bath.” He said standing up and taking her hand. He led her to the bathroom that was opposite his room after wrapping her up in a robe that he found on the back of his door.

“Can we have the coconut bubbles please?” She asked, snuggling into Seokjin’s side.

“Of course, sweetheart.” Seokjin selected her desired bubble bath and poured it into the water. 

“Seokjin oppa.” Y/N wrapped her arms around his waist and looked up at him while they waited for the bath to fill up.

“Yes, sweetheart?” He asked, looking down and stroking her hair.

“I love you.” She said. Seokjin smiled and leaned down to kiss her.

“I love you, too.” He said. He reached over to turn off the water. “Come on, in you get.” He kissed her cheek as he helped her out of the robe.

Once they had settled into the water, Y/N turned her head to look up at her soulmate. “What about the cookies?”

“We can finish them after, okay? We just need to roll out the dough. It’s supposed to cool anyway.” Seokjin reassured her.

“Okay.” Y/N settled against his front. 

“Just relax, okay? I’ll wash you.” He said, kissing the top of her head.

“I can do it, it’s fine.”

“I want to.” He said softly. “Let me take care of you.”

“Okay.” Y/N obliged. “Thank you.”

“What for?” Seokjin asked.

“For loving me how I am and not trying to change me.”

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Taehyung was curled up in Hoseok’s side, tear tracks running down his sleep-swollen cheeks. Every single night, he had cried himself to sleep for the loss of Y/N, as well as Yoongi and Jungkook, and it broke Hoseok’s heart at how hurt they all were. He wanted to kill Jackson for putting them all through this. The police were in the process of locating him - they were getting in touch with the tracking company to request the location of the phone, but it was taking longer than wanted as the company was not open on the weekend. This had made Bang PD-nim start to look into other tracking companies that were open 24/7 just in case this happened again, which Hoseok prayed it didn’t.

He glanced over at the clock and saw it was almost time for dinner. Taehyung had completely lost his appetite, so Hoseok had been forcing him to eat to keep himself healthy. They had all been forcing themselves to eat, apart from Jungkook who had locked his bedroom door and was not coming out at all. 

He rubbed a hand over Tae’s back gently, a faint smile ghosting over his lips when he felt his hand tighten on his shirt, the longer fingers twisting the fabric.

“Tae baby, you need to wake up. We need to go and eat.” Hoseok said softly, making Taehyung whine and nestle into him.

“No Hobi hyung, I’m not hungry.” He said, his deep voice scratchy and slurred.

“I know, baby, but we have to. We need to keep healthy. It’s what Y/N would want.” Hoseok reminded him. Taehyung shook his head.

“I’m not hungry! I don’t want to eat! I just want Y/N back!” Taehyung cried. Hoseok sighed sympathetically and pulled the younger on top of him, wrapping his arms around his back.

“I know, baby, I know. So do I. But if we aren’t healthy, we could be in hospital when they find her, okay? She wouldn’t want us to hurt ourselves.” Hoseok said softly. “So let’s go down and have some ramen and then we can come back here and cuddle okay?”

“Can we see if Jungkookie wants to come eat with us?” Taehyung looked at his hyung. Hoseok nodded and stroked his cheek gently.

“Of course we can.” He kissed Tae’s forehead. “Come on, let’s go.”

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Jimin pushed open Yoongi’s bedroom door with his foot, his hands carrying two bowls of rice and kimchi. Yoongi hadn’t been doing too well; the pain of losing Y/N as well as the guilt of hurting Jungkook had not settled with him at all and continuously made him feel worse as the days dragged on. Jimin hoped that it would be over soon.

“Hyung, I’ve got us some food.” Jimin said softly, setting the bowls down on the bedside table before climbing onto the bed. Yoongi hummed and pulled the younger onto his lap. “How are you feeling?” He asked, pressing a kiss to Yoongi’s cheek.

“Not good.” Yoongi replied. “I feel awful, actually. I just wish Jungkookie would let me talk to him. That’s one thing I can fix.” Jimin nodded and grabbed the bowls.

“It’s okay, hyung. It will all be okay.” The smaller boy comforted him before lifting some rice to his hyung’s mouth. “Now eat something, please.”

“I’m really not hungry, Jiminie.” Yoongi said, glancing at the chopsticks in front of him.

“I know, but Hobi hyung said we need to eat to stay healthy because that’s what Y/N would want.” Jimin said, holding the chopsticks in front of his mouth. “Just a few mouthfuls, please, I don’t want you to get ill.”

“Fine.” Yoongi opened his mouth and allowed Jimin to feed him. “You know, I should be the one taking care of you because I’m older.”

“But you’re my boyfriend and I love you.” Jimin reminded him. “So I’m allowed to take care of you.”

“How are you feeling?” Yoongi asked, taking the bowl out of Jimin’s hands and putting his hands on his waist. Jimin stilled. He hadn’t admitted how he was feeling just yet. Not even to himself. He had pushed his feelings down so he could take care of Yoongi.

“I...” Jimin trailed off, making Yoongi narrow his eyes at him. “I don’t know...”

“Okay, Jiminie. That’s okay. You’re probably feeling so many things that you can’t distinguish between each one.” Yoongi said. He reached over and took some rice out of the bowl with the chopsticks. “Your turn.” Jimin opened his mouth and ate the rice.

“Hyung? Why don’t you go and see if Jungkookie will talk to you? Jin hyung said he hadn’t left his room in ages. I’m scared for him.” Jimin said after swallowing his mouthful of rice. 

“I can try, baby. After we finish eating I’ll try and talk to him, okay?” Yoongi stroked Jimin’s hair out of his face. “You eat too, little one.”

“I’m only one centimetre shorter than you, Min Yoongi!” Jimin playfully hit Yoongi’s arm.

“Yeah but you’re still my little one since you’re younger than me and everything about you is tiny and cute.” Yoongi said taking Jimin’s smaller hands in his.

“My dick isn’t small, hyung!” Jimin whined. Yoongi hummed and kissed Jimin’s forehead.

“Yes, but it is smaller than everyone else.” Yoongi pointed out. “But I love each and every part of you.” He leaned up and pecked Jimin on the lips. “Thank you for cheering me up.”

“I love you.” Jimin grabbed his bowl and began to eat. “I miss Y/N, though. I’m worried for her.”

“I miss her too.” Yoongi replied, a frown on his face. “I want to kill him for taking her. I need her back with me.”

“She needs to be back with all of us. I don’t even want to think about what’s happening to her. She must be in so much pain.” Jimin set down his bowl. 

“But the police are finding their location as soon as they can and as soon as that has been found, we will have Y/N back with us.” Yoongi said. Jimin knew that he was seeing the positive side of things, and trying not to think of the worst-case scenario. 

“Okay, I’m going to go and talk to Jungkook.” Yoongi finished his rice and set the bowl aside. “Why don’t you go and have a shower? I’ll be back soon.”

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Everything felt grey to Jungkook. Just grey. One of the seven lights of his life were gone and the others had dimmed to nothing, leaving everything murky shades of grey. He was wearing one of his tshirts that Y/N would always wear for bed. It smelt like her and that helped the aching hole inside of me, but it did nothing for the endless amounts of guilt he felt.

This was all his fault. If only he had gone home with her, then she would still be with them. He was stupid and not worthy of being her soulmate. 

His door had been locked since she had been taken and every so often one of his hyungs would knock and beg him to open. But he couldn’t let them in. He didn’t want to be met with their disappointed faces. He probably wouldn’t be able to ever face them again. 

He stretched his arms, ignoring the pain that lanced from his wrists and the growling of his empty stomach. He looked down at his forearms and saw his bandages had become bloody. Time to change them. The cuts would only fuel his hyungs disappointment in him if they found out. 

He shuffled into the bathroom, avoiding his image in the mirror, knowing that he looked awful with an unshaved face and unwashed hair. He unwrapped the bandages and rinsed his arms under the water to wash off the blood. 

Cut more You deserve it You deserve this pain It’s all your fault

Ever since Y/N had been taken the voices had come back and Jungkook had succumbed to what they were telling him to do. He looked at his arms, the red lines criss-crossing the lengths of his forearms, slashing through some of his tattoos.

That’s it Jungkook Let yourself feel what Y/N is feeling Your hyungs are so disappointed in you You should just end it all now

Jungkook’s fingers wrapped around the bloodied razor he had been using. He slashed it over his wrists again.

Go deeper Jungkook Deep enough to kill But not yet You still have to suffer

Jungkook pressed harder, his skin splitting apart and blood running out, streaming down his arms. He sobbed to himself, the neverending pressure of the guilt weighing down on him, making him feel like he couldn’t breathe. He slammed his hands onto the sink, leaving bloodied handprints and smears on the white porcelain before staggering over to his room and collapsing on the bed, letting him exhaustion wash over him. He hadn’t cut deep enough to kill himself. He had to suffer more first.

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Yoongi could feel something was wrong. Very wrong. Wrong enough to make his stomach churn and his heart pound faster. He sat up quickly, accidentally waking up Jimin who hummed and looked around sleepily.

“Go back to sleep, Min.” Yoongi said softly. “I’ll be back soon. I’m just going to check on Jungkook.” He kissed Jimin softly and gently pushed him down so he was lying down. Jimin hummed and closed his eyes, a hand clutching at the blankets surrounding him. He smiled at the younger boy before slipping out the room and making his way over to Jungkook’s room.

When he got there, he saw Jin and Namjoon attempting to break down the door. Yoongi looked at the pair of them with an eyebrow raised.

“He’s been in there too long, Yoongs. This ends now. He needs to know that we all love him and want him around and that we don’t blame him. He needs to know that you don’t blame him.” Jin said, stepping back as Namjoon rammed his shoulder into the door, a loud bang echoing through the house. Namjoon hissed but ignored the apparent pain as he continued to bang into the door. There was a loud crack and the door swung open.

“Oh God!” Jin screamed, hands covering his mouth. Yoongi’s heart stopped. No. Not Jungkook too. He couldn’t lose both of them.

He pushed Jin out of the way and was met with the sight of blood. So much blood. Jungkook was lying on his bed, eyes closed. Yoongi watched closely hoping and praying to see the rise and fall of his chest. He saw Jungkook breathe and it was steady.

“Joon, take Jin hyung somewhere else. I’ve got this.” Yoongi said, rubbing Namjoon’s shoulder. The younger looked hesitant but led Jin away. Yoongi took a deep breath and entered the room. There was a lot of blood, covering the bedsheets and Kookie’s arms. There were smears on the wall in the shapes of fingers and hands, where he had clearly dragged himself to bed. Yoongi felt his heart break. Not his Kookie. His happy bunny.

“I’m so sorry, baby. I am so so sorry.” He said, stroking the youngest’s hair before going into the bathroom to get some warm water and disinfectant and bandages. They needed to be careful with Jungkook now. He gently reached out and took hold of Jungkook’s hand, straightening out his arm so he could clean away all the blood and germs. He dipped one of the towels into the water and squeezed it before wiping it over the maknae’s arms.

“Oh, Kookie.” He sighed, seeing the numerous cuts that were still healing - some being scabbed over, but others still open. He sprayed some disinfectant over his arms and wrapped bandages around them. “I’m so sorry, baby. Hyung is so sorry.” Yoongi felt awful. If only he hadn’t yelled at Jungkook then this would not have happened.

He quickly cleaned up the room before collapsing on the bed next to the younger boy. “I love you so much, Jeon Jungkook.” He whispered before closing his eyes and pulling the younger closer to him. He kissed his forehead before allowing himself to fall asleep next to the maknae.

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When Jungkook woke up he could feel arms around his waist which was strange considering he had locked his door. He frowned as he opened his eyes, looking around his room to figure out what was going on. His arms had been bandaged and cleaned which he didn’t remember doing, and his door was open. He paused. They must have knocked down the door.

He looked over his shoulder and saw the sleeping face and faded blond hair of his hyung, Yoongi. He gulped. He didn’t want to have this conversation. Not now, and if he got his way, not ever. He should just run away from them and never return. Then he would never have to face them for what he has done. 

He pushed himself out of Yoongi’s arms and walked over to his wardrobe, throwing his clothes into some bags.

“What do you think you’re doing, mister?” He heard a sleepy yet stern voice ask from behind him. 

“Noth-nothing?” Jungkook winced as his voice rose in pitch at the end, making it sound like he wasn’t sure about what he was saying.

“Really? ‘Cause it looks like you’re packing a bag of clothes.” Yoongi sat up in the bed, the sheets rustling. “Now put it down and come here.” Jungkook paused and reluctantly set down the bag before shuffling over to the bed and perching on the end.

“Look, hyung, I know it’s all my fault, can you please just leave me alone.” Jungkook said, but Yoongi ignored him and pulled him closer by his waist, being wary of his injured arms.

“Just listen to me, Koo, please.” Koo. He hadn’t been called that since Y/N had been taken. He felt a pang in his heart as he sniffled. He sighed and wiped his eyes as he looked at his hyung. Yoongi’s eyes softened as he reached out and wiped a stray tear from Jungkook’s cheek. 

“I am so sorry I said that to you. I should never have said that. I was just angry and upset and I know that this is not a good excuse, but I just took it out on you. It’s not your fault. You were looking out for her and called someone to bring her home. How would you know that Sejin would have been intercepted and his phone stolen?”

Jungkook pursed his lips. He could hear what Yoongi was saying to him, but it wasn’t sinking in. He didn’t feel any less guilty. “But I should have gone home with her! I should have walked her to the car and made sure that it was actually Sejin. We all know how many people are out there to hurt us and I let my guard down, thinking that for one day there wouldn’t be hate or someone that wanted to hurt her, and look what happened!”

“Jungkook, stop, please!” Yoongi pulled the younger onto his lap, so Jungkook was facing him, legs either side of his hyung’s lap. “Stop beating yourself up about this. This is not your fault. It will never be your fault. None of us blame you. So, please, stop blaming yourself.”

“But-” Jungkook was quietened by Yoongi pressing a finger to his lips.

“So just stop blaming yourself. No buts, okay? We all love you, so much, and we were so worried when you didn’t come out of your room for days.” Yoongi gently lifted up Jungkook’s arm. “And now we know that this is one of the reasons for your hiding...” He trailed off, looking pointedly at the bandages on Jungkook’s arms.

“I’m sorry, hyung, I just, I needed to.” Jungkook sobbed.

“Hey, don’t cry, baby, please don’t cry.” Yoongi’s voice cracked as he pulled Jungkook into his chest. “We’ve got you. We’re always going to be here for you, okay? We can talk to you, be there for you, give you all of the cuddles in the world. Just please, don’t hurt yourself again. It’s dangerous and it could kill you, Koo.”

“That’s what I wanted.” Jungkook whispered.

“Shit, Kook.” Yoongi froze and stiffened. “No, no, no, baby, no.” He held onto Jungkook’s jaw, his thumb stroking gently. “Just talk to us, don’t lock yourself away. We’re going to help you through this, okay? It’s all going to be okay.”

“But I’m not okay, hyung. And I don’t think I ever will be until she’s back with us.” Jungkook had tears running down his cheeks. Yoongi did too. 

“Neither am I, baby. But if we stick together, we should be alright.” Yoongi said. “I love you, so much, Jeon Jungkook. I hope you know that.”

“I love you more, Min Yoongi.” Jungkook leaned his forehead against Yoongi’s.

“Oh, I don’t think that’s possible, baby boy.” Yoongi kissed his lips. “I’m so glad you’re okay.”

“Thank you.” Jungkook said, resting his head on Yoongi’s shoulder.

“You’re welcome, little prince.” Yoongi kissed his forehead. They cuddled for a while before Jimin. burst into the room.

A similar thing happened to Hoseok as he was coming out of his room. Or trying to come out of his room. The handle to his door was tied to the handle of the bathroom opposite. The bathroom that Namjoon happened to be heading towards to shower. Namjoon heard his hyung banging on his bedroom door, yelling to be let out. He frowned when he saw the string connecting the two door handles. 

In Namjoon’s opinion, Hoseok was the worst dom to piss off. When he got angry, it was borderline scary, but Namjoon also found it extremely hot. The way Hoseok’s jaw set and his nostrils flared slightly as his eyebrows knitted together made Namjoon feel things.

“Anyone? Let me out!” Hoseok yelled. Namjoon quickly got to work untying the knotted rope, his fingers swiftly unravelling the simple knots.

“Hyung, you can get out now!” Namjoon shouted so Hoseok could hear him. The door opened and Hoseok flew into Namjoon’s arms before he could even say hello.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you.” He said, hugging the younger member tightly. He sniffed and recoiled with a look of disgust. “Why are you all sticky?”

“Someone had booby-trapped the kitchen door and this got poured on me when I walked in.” Namjoon explained. “I suspect it was the same person that tied your door shut.” He theorised. “I was going to go and shower. Want to join?” He offered.

“Only if I can suck your dick.” Hoseok bargained, making Namjoon smile at him, dimples showing. “But first you need to get rid of all of this...” He gestured to the sticky substance covering Namjoon’s head and shoulders. “Whatever it is.”

“Of course I will, sunshine. And I’ll get you off too. I know you can’t wait to have my fingers inside that little ass of yours.” Namjoon flirted. Hoseok was more of a power bottom. He would happily ride Jungkook or Jimin until they were begging him to let them cum, or he would let Namjoon or Yoongi fuck him while the subs were watching, just to show them what they were missing out on if they were being punished. 

Before the pair could enter the bathroom, a loud yell echoed throughout the house. They turned around and saw Jin emerging from one of the other bathrooms, his blond hair dripping. Wait, blond?

“Hyung, what happened to your hair?” Namjoon asked, attempting to hide the smile that was threatening to spread on his face. 

“One of you brats put hair bleach in my shampoo.” Jin gestured to his hair with a frown on his face, full lips pulling into a pout.

“So that’s three of us who have been pranked today.” Hoseok said. “It’s definitely the maknaes.”

“Is that why you are covered in some sticky brown stuff?” Jin asked, looking at Namjoon distastefully. 

“Yup. And also why I got locked in my room this morning.” Hoseok added. “And no, Jimin wasn’t there when I woke up.” Since Jimin and Hoseok shared a room, they were the ones who usually slept next to each other and cuddled together on most nights. Sometimes Taehyung would join in if Yoongi was in the studio, perfecting his songs. 

“When I get my hands on them...” Jin shook his fist as he walked into his and Yoongi’s room, probably to complain to his roommate after waking him up.

“Now, where were you?” Namjoon pulled Hoseok in by the waist and locked their lips together, kicking the bathroom door shut behind them.

After a refreshing shower and some much needed venting, the eldest members of the group were waiting in the van. Yoongi checked the time on his watch and sighed.

“If they don’t hurry up, let’s just leave without them.” He said. “Otherwise we’ll all be late.”

“We’ll give them five more minutes.” Namjoon said, not wanting to get just the youngest ones into trouble. About three minutes later, Jungkook came running to the car, his face full of terror. 

“Kookie, what’s wrong?” Hoseok asked, pulling the scared boy onto his lap.

“I-It’s Y/N, we can’t find her!” He said, looking up at Hoseok, his doe eyes wide and pleading. “We have to find her! What if Jackson got her?!”

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. We’ll find her!” Hoseok said, wiping the tears off Jungkook’s cheeks with his thumb. Yoongi was already hurtling out the car, yelling Y/N’s name. Fear was coursing through his veins at the thought of his jagiya being taken by that horrible excuse of a human being. For all he knew, she could be tied up in his basement somewhere while he raped her and abused her. He shivered at the thought. 

“Y/N!!” He yelled, bursting through the door. “Come out, jagiya, please!” He begged.

Little did he know that Y/N and Taehyung were hidden in one of the bathrooms, hands cupping their mouths to suppress your giggles. She did feel a little bad about pulling this prank, but this was something that she needed to forget and sometimes the best way to forget something is to make it into something funny so that you only have positive memories of it. It was also extremely unlikely that it would happen to her anyway. There was no way Jackson would ever be able to get to her, not with the increased security the boys had arranged since the Disney incident.

“Y/N, please!” Yoongi yelled, his voice cracking again. Y/N felt a pang in her heart, feeling slightly guilty.

“I don’t think this is such a good idea.” She whispered to Taehyung.

“Let’s just walk out of here and pretend we know nothing about the prank.” Taehyung suggested. “That way he won’t get too mad.”

“Okay.” She nodded. “But I want a kiss.” Taehyung smirked and leaned down connecting their lips, nipping at her bottom lip and licking at her mouth. She groaned as memories of the night before filled her mind. Her and Taehyung had finally made love to each other and it was perfect. He was perfect. He felt amazing and had made her feel like the only girl in the world. 

He placed a few more kisses to her lips before taking hold of her hand. “Come on, before we get in trouble.” He said, pulling her out of the bathroom. They still had plans to drop all honorifics once they got to the studio, so there were still chances to prank, but this one just didn’t feel right.

“Where have you been?” Yoongi engulfed Y/N into a hug as soon as he caught sight of her. “I thought he had got you again.” Y/N felt tears wetting her shoulder. They had gone too far. 

“I’m sorry. I didn’t hear you.” She apologized, rubbing Yoongi’s back up and down. “I’m so sorry.”

Yoongi sniffled in her neck, holding her tighter. Taehyung had gone down to the van to let everyone know that she had been found. “I wouldn’t have been able to live with myself if he had got you. Especially since you said you wouldn’t be able to survive it this time. I wouldn’t have been able to go on knowing that you were going to kill yourself.”

“Yoon, I promise you, he’s not going to find me. There is so much security it’s impossible for him to even look at me for longer than one second without being taken away.” She reassured him. “Please, don’t cry. I’m here. I’m okay.” 

“I love you so much.” Yoongi whispered, kissing her neck gently. “I love you so much that I would not be able to survive without you.”

“I know, Yoongi. I know. I love you too. So much.” Y/N said, running her fingers through his hair. “Please stop crying.” She lifted his head and wiped away the tears falling from his eyes. He leaned into her hands, his blond hair tickling the tips of her fingers. His eyes were puffy and filled with sadness. “See, I’m okay.”

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“I am your hyung, you little brat!” Jin yelled at Jungkook, who had refused to call him hyung the entire time they were at dance practice. “I am older than you.” Jungkook’s lips spread into a small bunny smile as a light giggle tumbled out. “Aish, you’re so getting punished later. Wait until your other hyungs hear about this.”

“Jimin hyung!” Jungkook called out, trying to dodge Jin’s ensnaring arms. “Help!”

“What are you doing to the poor maknae, Seokjin?” Jimin asked, cocking his head to the side slightly. 

“Not you too.” Jin sighed. He looked over to where Yoongi and Hoseok were rehearsing their part of the dance, letting his eyes move over to where Namjoon was cuddled up with Y/N and Taehyung, who had their hands joined on his chest. “Both of you are such brats. I’m in half a mind to bend you both over right now and spank you until you can’t sit down.” He hissed. There was no staff in the room since it was their lunch break and all the cameras were off so he could get away with it. 

“I wouldn’t complain if you did.” Jimin shrugged, letting his masochistic side show.

“Ever the little masochist, hmm, Jimin-ah.” Jin observed, reaching up and tugging on Jimin’s hair, causing a quiet moan to fall from the younger’s lips. “Go eat, you two. I’ll deal with you both later.” He said, sending them away with harsh swats on their asses. 

The pair walked over to where Namjoon, Taehyung and Y/N had received the food they had ordered, with Jin following a few seconds later. 

“Yoongi, Seokie, come on, lunch!” Taehyung yelled, catching the attention of the two who were rehearsing. They glanced at each other before coming over, Yoongi pulling Y/N onto his lap as he sat down and Hoseok grabbing Taehyung.

“Now, baby boy.” Hoseok said. “Is there any reason you didn’t call us hyung?” He asked, his voice low and menacing. Taehyung shrugged and ate some noodles, not answering Hoseok properly. He and Yoongi shared a glance, silently confirming that Taehyung would be being punished later.

“Joon, can you pass me the kimchi please?” Y/N asked, making Namjoon narrow his eyes slightly as he passed the box of kimchi to her. It was then Jin sighed. 

“We have four bratty subs today.” Jin said. “Maybe we should do something about it.”

“Hmm, maybe.” Yoongi said, stroking his hand up Y/N’s bare thigh under her skirt. “Or maybe we should leave them in suspense until we get back.” His hand ghosted over the front of her panties before pulling away, making her let out a shaky breath.

“I like that idea.” Hoseok said, sliding his hand into Taehyung’s pants, making the younger boy toss his head back and cry out. “Get them all worked up and then leave them like that. Poor babies might be hard during the filming. Imagine what ARMY would think, seeing their maknaes all hard and on show.” He pushed down the hem of Taehyung’s trousers and pulled out his cock that was already hard.

“Oh look he’s dripping already. How pathetic.” Namjoon sighed as he moved Jungkook’s hips over his thigh, causing the youngest to moan out every so often, his toes curling as he straddled his hyung. Taehyung whimpered as Hoseok pressed his thumb down on the head of his dick.

“I think we should edge them for a bit.” Jin suggested, turning Jimin onto his front and pulling down his sweatpants so his ass was on show. “No underwear? Such a little slut.” He said, spanking Jimin. The younger let out a moan at the contact, his nails scrabbling on the wooden floor. Jin frowned as he caught sight of some pink plastic nestled between his ass cheeks. “Oh, what’s this.” He pulled Jimin’s cheeks apart, revealing the plug he had in his ass. “Oh, was a certain baby playing with himself without our permission?”

“He definitely deserves spanks, Jin hyung.” Yoongi spoke up, his fingers moving in and out of Y/N’s pussy steadily. Every so often she would clench around him or attempt to close her legs which were held open by his arms. “Okay, lie down, I’m eating you out.” He said, allowing Y/N to reposition herself. Yoongi got himself comfy between her legs before he dove in, sucking and licking as much as he could. Y/N moaned out, making him smirk as he sucked her clit and dragged his teeth over it.

“Yoongi, oh my god.” She cried out, her hands knotting in his hair. 

“Fuck, baby girl, you look so pretty.” Hoseok crooned, speeding up his movements on Taehyung’s cock. The boy was letting out high pitched whines at the friction and pressure, his hips twisting and turning as a result of the pleasure. “But you know that is not his name, hmm?”

“Master please.” The girl begged. Yoongi chuckled, his fingers brushing over the base of the plug he had pushed inside her that morning after he had fucked her ass. 

“I need to fuck her. Let’s just fuck them.” Yoongi groaned, resting his forehead on Y/N’s abdomen.

“Okay.” Namjoon agreed. “Hobi hyung, give me Tae and then you can give Koo here the ride of his life.” Hoseok handed over Taehyung in exchange for the maknae, immediately pulling down his pants and jerking him off a bit. 

“You know what, Jiminie, I think I’m going to ride you as well. That little ass doesn’t deserve to be fucked, hmm?” Jin chided the younger boy, flipping him over so he was lying on his back. Jin bit back a fond smile at how pretty Jimin looked, cheeks flushed red and eyes unfocused. 

“No, hyung, please, I...” Jimin looked up at Jin with pleading, shining eyes. 

“You what, slut?” Jin asked, tugging at Jimin’s nipples, pinching the darker skin between his thumb and finger. Jimin whined, his hips bucking up, earning a swat on his inner thigh. “I didn’t say you could move.”

“’M sorry, hyungie, jus’ wanna be filled.” Jimin begged. “Please, wan’ feel your big cock.”

“Hmm, I don’t know, Jimin, I think your ass is filled plenty.” Jin said, fingers trailing down to twist the base of the plug and begin thrusting it out of Jimin’s hole.

“Please, please, please.” Jimin begged, pouting. 

“Fine. But only because you asked so nicely.” Jin obliged, tugging the plug out of Jimin’s ass, realizing how big it was. “You managed to fit all of this inside you with your little fingers stretching you out.” The plug was quite thick - one of the thickest Jin had ever seen. Jimin nodded, but Jin narrowed his eyes, not believing him. “Who helped you?” He asked. Jimin whined, pushing his hips down to let Jin’s tip breach his hole. “No, no cock until you tell us.” He said. The other doms were now watching the pair intrigued, knowing that their sub would have to be punished also if they were involved.

“Was TaeTae.” Jimin whispered. 

“Ah, so our little baby helped stretch you out.” Jin said, glancing over at Taehyung who had paled slightly. 

“Minnie, we promised no snitching!” Taehyung whined. “You, me and Kookie.”

“So Jungkook was also involved.” Namjoon sighed. “You know, we were going to go a bit easier on you, but since you three decided to break two rules instead of one, you’re definitely not cumming. At least not until the rest of us have. And you three know how much stamina I have.” Namjoon wrapped a hand around Taehyung’s throat and squeezed gently, making the younger boy moan out.

“Looks like our baby girl is the only good one.” Hobi smiled, stroking Y/N’s cheek as Yoongi gently pulled her plug out. “Did she also...?” He trailed off, but Yoongi shook his head with a small laugh.

“No, we’ve been prepping her for a while now and I fucked her ass this morning. She loved it, didn’t you jagiya?” Yoongi said softly. Y/N nodded, gasping when she felt Yoongi’s fingers inside her, spreading the lube. “So sensitive.” 

“What about the other three?” Hoseok asked, hissing as he pushed another finger into himself. 

“Have they all got plugs in?” Jin asked, positioning Jimin so his ass was stuck up in the air. Hoseok shrugged and pulled down Jungkook’s sweatpants, clicking his tongue when he saw the flared base.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” Hoseok pulled it out, showing it to everyone else. “Looks like some of our subs have been having a lot of fun without us.”

“Tae baby has one too.” Namjoon announced. “Naughty boys.” He said, smacking Tae’s ass, watching as the flesh jiggled and started to turn red. “Pass me the lube, hyung.” He held out a hand and caught the bottle, squirting it all over his cock and Taehyung’s hole. “I’m not going easy on you, pup.” He warned before pushing in, making Tae cry out. 

The sound of skin slapping and moaning filled the room as all the subs were fucked. Y/N was the first to cum, not used to the feeling of being fucked in the ass just yet, but Yoongi coaxed her through it with gentle rubs on her clit. He was soon to follow, pulling out of her after he came and praising her as he kissed and hugged her. Hoseok was next, his cum painting Jungkook’s tanned abs in white streaks, making the younger moan again. Hoseok collected some of the cum and pushed his fingers into Jungkook’s mouth. Jin was next and eventually Namjoon.

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Y/N hummed as she curled up on Jungkook’s lap. She had decided to stay and keep him company as he worked on his new song that was going to be released for Festa. 

“Are you feeling sleepy?” Jungkook asked, stroking her side. 

“Just a little.” She admitted, resting her head on his shoulder. Jungkook hummed and took hold of her hand. She traced the tattoos on his hand. He had gotten her initials tattooed on his thumb, just above his wrist and his 0613 tattoo. “It’s me.” She said softly, taking hold of his hand and holding it in front of her face. “And TaeTae, and Joonie, and Jinnie, and Minnie, and Hobi, and Yoonie.” She traced each of the letters across his knuckles. 

“You have a thing for tattoos, don’t you?” Jungkook said as he clicked on some buttons. It was hard for him to do all this one-handed, but he was happy that she was happy. 

“I have a thing for your tattoos.” Y/N corrected, pushing up his hoodie sleeve and tracing his other tattoos. She yawned, resting her head on his shoulder and dropping his hand onto her lap.

“If you’re tired gorgeous, you can go home. I can call our manager to drop you off.” Jungkook suggested.

“Don’t want to leave you though.” She pouted, making Jungkook chuckle. “You’ll be lonely.”

“Yes, but it will only be for a little bit. I will be an hour tops and then I will come home and we can cuddle all night.” He said. “You can go if you want to. I just don’t want you to fall asleep here and hurt your neck or back from not having a proper bed. Look, I’ll call manager Sejin and get him to drive you back to the dorm, okay?”

“Okay.” Y/N agreed. She was really tired, especially from all that they had done during the day. Although, she was proud to admit she had learned the choreography to Black Swan through Jimin’s teaching. “Can I have your hoodie?” She asked, sliding off Jungkook’s lap.

“Of course you can.” Jungkook slipped off his hoodie, leaving him in a white tshirt. Y/N stared at his tattoo sleeve, hands itching to trace each tattoo. There were still a few gaps where the tattoo wasn’t completely finished, but Y/N loved it. 

“Thank you.” She pulled his hoodie on, inhaling the scent of his perfume as well as his fabric softner. She was about to leave, when Jungkook cleared his throat.

“Excuse me, but I think you are forgetting something.” He tapped his lips. Y/N leaned down and kissed him gently. “I love you, gorgeous.” He said once they pulled away.

“I love you too, KooKoo.” She replied. “I’ll see you at home. I’ll be waiting for my cuddles.” She said. Jungkook chuckled as she left, her trainers making a tapping sound against the floor. He looked down and saw she had left her phone. He debated chasing after her for a second, but decided against it, knowing he would see her again at the dorm so would give it to her then. Little did he know, that this would be one of the biggest mistakes in his life.

Y/N hummed to herself as she walked down to the lobby of the BigHit building to wait for Sejin. She went to busy herself with her phone, but when she reached into her pocket, she realized it was still in the Golden Closet. Before she could go back to Jungkook to grab it, she heard someone say her name.

“Miss Y/N? Sejin-ssi sent me to pick you up and bring you back to the dorm.” A man dressed in all black said. He was wearing a black mask, so Y/N couldn’t see his face very well, but his eyes and voice seemed to ring a bell. She brushed it off, thinking it was just one of the employees who Sejin was very close with.

“Okay, let’s go, shall we?” She smiled, slipping on her mask as she followed him into the parking lot. The man lead her towards a black Mercedes that had tinted windows. It definitely seemed like a manager’s car, but she remembered Jungkook telling her that Sejin drove a Hyundai. She bit her lip, feeling unease settling in her stomach.

“I’ve just realised that I left my phone, is it okay if I run back and grab it quickly?” She asked, knowing that she could run towards the lobby and tell them that there was someone slightly dodgy in the parking lot and then go back to Jungkook.

“No, you can’t. We only have a small amount of time to drop you back before we have somewhere to be.” The man said. Y/N bit the inside of her cheek and nodded.

“O-Okay.” She gulped. She was about to turn on her heel and run back when someone grabbed her around the waist and hauled her into the car. “Help! Someone help!” She screamed as she was pushed into the backseat of the car. Her mask was pulled down by someone next to her. “Let me go, please, let me go.” She cried.

“You know, I forgot how pretty you looked when you cried.” An extremely familiar voice said.

“J-Jackson.” She bit her lip and tried the door handle to see if she could get out. 

“Where the hell have you been?” Yoongi asked, getting up and embracing the boy before taking hold of his ear and twisting it. Jungkook yelped in pain.

“I was in the Golden Closet. Didn’t Y/N tell you?” Jungkook moved to cup his ear to help with the pain but Yoongi stopped his hand. “Speaking of, where is my gorgeous girl?”

“We thought she was with you, Kook.” Hoseok replied.

“But she left before me, like two hours ago. Sejin-ssi picked her up. She said she would come straight here, hyung.” Jungkook explained, biting at his thumb nervously. His head was instantly filled with negative thoughts. Which if their car had been hijacked by saesangs? What if they had been in an accident?

“Jungkook!” Yoongi yelled, getting his attention. “I asked you a question?”

“I’m sorry, hyung, I didn’t hear you, can you please repeat it?” Jungkook took a shaky breath, feeling himself on the verge of a panic attack.

“I said are you sure Sejin-ssi picked her up?” Yoongi repeated himself.

“I don’t know, I think so. He did text me saying he had got her.” Jungkook collapsed on one of the sofas, holding his head in his hands. “Hyung, what if they got in an accident? What if a saesang intercepted the car?”

“Hey, hey, Yoongi hyung, calm down, you’re scaring him.” Namjoon said, putting his hands on the older’s shoulders and sitting him down. “Okay, now, Kook you need to calm down, okay? Don’t panic.” He noticed the maknae’s breathing speeding up and tears streaming down his face.

“I should have left with her when she said she was tired. I shouldn’t have stayed later. I just wanted to finish the song. It was me who suggested it.” Namjoon sighed and sat down, pulling the younger boy onto his lap.

“How about we call her? It’s most likely that she asked Sejin to stop for ice cream or something like that. You know how much of a sweet tooth she has.” Namjoon suggested, rubbing the maknae’s back to calm him down. He hated seeing him this upset. 

“We can’t call her. She left her phone.” Jungkook said. “I should have followed her. I should have chased after her and given it to her when I realised she had left it. I’m a terrible boyfriend.” More tears poured down his face, his doll-like lips becoming pouted. 

“Hey, no, you aren’t. We’ll just call Sejin, okay.” Namjoon reassured him. “Jungkook, you are not a terrible boyfriend. You are amazing. She loves you so much.” Namjoon looked over to the rest of the members. “One of you call Sejin-ssi. I’m going to get Kookie some comfortable clothes and then try and calm him down, okay?”

“I’ll call him.” Jimin volunteered, pulling out his phone. He tapped a few things on the screen and put the call on speaker. The ringing tone filled the room for a few moments before someone picked up. “Sejin-ssi?”

It was silent before someone spoke. Someone who was definitely not Sejin. “Hmm, no, how about you try again?” The person replied, making Jimin look up at his hyungs with wide eyes. 

“Who is this? Why do you have Sejin’s phone?” Yoongi asked, his voice firm and serious. There was a chuckle from the other end of the phone and a noise that sounded like a whimper of pain.

“I’m surprised she didn’t tell you about me. I used to be her one and only and know she walks around acting like a little whore with not one but seven men and I need to correct that.” The man sounded menacing. Jungkook gulped and looked at Yoongi, his doe eyes full of fear. Yoongi looked like he was ready to murder someone, and Jungkook knew that he was going to take the main brunt of his anger.

“Jackson?” Yoongi had no emotion in his voice. This happened when he was really scared or really angry. It was like his body shut down any way he could be seen as weak. 

“Ding, ding, ding. We have a winner.” Jackson said snarkily. “I didn’t think your boyfriends were this dumb, but maybe they were in order to actually fall in love with someone like you.” His voice was quieter like he wasn’t talking into the phone. “Maybe you lured them in like the little slut you are. Desperate for attention and sex.” There was a loud thud and a cry of pain.

“Jackson stop! Please!” They heard you beg. Jungkook bit his lip, not wanting to hear his girlfriend being hurt and not being able to do anything about it. 

“I never said you could speak, stupid bitch.” There was a slap and a stifled shout. “Wish I could speak longer but I have some things to do.”

“Wait, jagiya, we’re coming to find you. We’re not giving up on you. We love you.” Yoongi shouted just before the call was ended. There was a beep. Jimin shouted in frustration and threw his phone across the room.

“This is all my fault.” Jungkook whispered to himself.

“Damn right it is!” Yoongi shouted, grabbing him by the collar and pulling him up. “Why would you not go with her? How could you let her go by herself! What the actual fuck, Jungkook!”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t think-” 

“You never do! You only do what you want to do! You’re so selfish, Jeon Jungkook!” Yoongi was seething. Jungkook gulped. “Your sorry doesn’t fix anything! She is gone! She is back with that pathetic excuse for a man and is probably not going to make it! You know what she told me? If she was ever with Jackson again, she was going to kill herself! So tell me, Jungkook, what are you going to do? You’ve sent her down the river to her death! Because of you, she’s going to die!”

“Hyung!” Namjoon yelled, making Yoongi drop Jungkook. The maknae skittered away. There was a slam and then silence. “What the hell are you doing? You know how sensitive he is!” Namjoon was angry. 

“Jackson has her, Joon. He intercepted Sejin and kidnapped her. He was beating her on the phone.” Yoongi’s voice was shaky. “And it’s all Jungkook’s fault. He should have left with her. He knows that Jackson is out there!”

“How the hell would Jungkook have known Jackson would have the balls to do something like this?” Namjoon asked with an edge to his voice. “He called Sejin to make sure she wasn’t walking home by herself! If he really didn’t care about her, he would have let her make her own way home.”

“If he cared about her, he would have taken her home himself!” Yoongi wasn’t having any of it. In his eyes, Jungkook was at fault here. 

“Look, you’re angry and scared. We all are. But that does not give us the right to argue with each other. We need to stick together if we want to get her back.” Namjoon said, remaining calm. He had to. If he fell apart, they all fell apart. “You need to go and cool off. Go to your room and calm yourself down, and then you need to apologise to Jungkook. You’re his hyung, Yoon, and he needs you right now.”

Yoongi looked at his younger member and sighed. Namjoon was right. They couldn’t afford to be arguing with each other. It would make everything a whole lot worse.

“You’re right. I’m sorry.” Yoongi’s voice was quiet. 

“Come on, hyungie. I think you need some Jiminie cuddles.” A small hand took his and pulled him up to his room. “Namjoon hyung, can you call the police, please.” Namjoon pointed to his phone and nodded. 

Jimin lay down on Yoongi’s bed and opened his arms. “I’m the big spoon this time.” He said. Yoongi nodded and climbed onto the bed, settling into Jimin’s arms. It was then he allowed the wall to come down and dissolved into tears.

“She said she was going to kill herself, Min.” Yoongi sobbed. “She said she wouldn’t be able to handle being with him for any longer. I don’t. I can’t deal with losing her. I won’t be able to deal with losing her.”

“It will be okay, hyung. Joonie hyung is on the phone with the police now and since he has Sejin’s phone, they will be able to track it and see where they are. PD-nim had a tracker installed into the phone that can’t be turned off in case Sejin ever got kidnapped or we did. They’ll find her.”

“Yes, but if they find her, will they actually find her, or will she just be the shell of herself?” Yoongi said, resting the side of his head on Jimin’s chest, listening to the sound of his heartbeat.

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Silence. Darkness. Pain. 

The never ending cycle that Y/N was going through. Whatever Jackson had used to knock her out had caused the worse headache. It throbbed, each wave of pain being stronger than the last. She winced as she came around.

Her eyes felt like they were glued together. She tried to open them, but failed. Her eyelids felt too heavy. She also knew that if she opened them she would be faced with the impending doomed reality she was forced to deal with. The reality where she was back with Jackson and had been ripped away from her happy life with her boys.

It was then the most horrible thought flashed through her mind. What if it had all been a dream? What if she had made it all up? Those months where all her fear for Jackson had fizzled out, thinking she was safe? It was a false sense of security. In what world would BTS, the biggest boygroup in the world, be her soulmates? In what world would she deserve seven soulmates? There would only be one way to test if it was real. She had to open her eyes and see if everything was greyscale or full color. 

She tried to open her eyes again, but failed. Had he glued her eyes shut? She reached up and felt along her eyelashes. It was crusty but it wasn’t sticky. She pried open her eyelids, pulling them apart with her fingers. She hissed slightly. 

Her eyelids were unstuck now, but she didn’t want to open her eyes. She didn’t want to open them if the past months had just been a dream. Just open them Y/N, she thought to herself, just open them. You never know. 

“Please don’t be grey. Please don’t be grey.” She whispered to herself, gingerly opening her eyes.

She looked around, realising that she was back in that bedroom. Her mother’s lamp was still on the bedside table, although there was a small dark brown stain on it now. Dark brown. That was a color. She breathed a sigh of relief. At least one thing was going well. 

“Look who’s up.” A voice drawled. She looked over to the door and saw Jackson lounging against the frame, a belt idly swinging between his fingers. She gulped.

“Why can’t you just leave me alone?” She glared at him, trying to ignore the throbbing pain in her head. 

“Because I love you and you love me.” Jackson shrugged. “You belong with me, not with them.”

“I don’t love you, Jackson. I haven’t for a long while.” She spat.

Jackson gasped animatedly. “Someone has some nerve talking to me like that. Where are your manners? Guess I need to teach you again. Kneel and face the bed.”

Y/N ignored him, trying to stand up to him and show him that she wasn’t weak anymore and that she knew her worth and wasn’t scared of him. He slapped the belt across her face. Thankfully he was holding the buckle, but the impact still hurt. She cried out as he pulled her up by her hair and forced her into a kneeling position.

“Listen to me, stupid bitch.” He hit her harshly with the belt. “Just a few months away from me and all your training is gone. Looks like I’ll just have to be harsher with you.” He added a few more hits before throwing his belt somewhere else in the room. “Get on the bed.” He pulled her up by her hair, making her hiss in pain. “Now if you make a sound, I will make this so much worse for you.” He threatened.

Y/N gulped and nodded, allowing him to force her into a position on the bed. Her back and shoulders hurt so much. He forced her onto her hands and knees. He groaned. “Now that is a sight I have missed.” He rubbed his hands over her ass.

Y/N’s heartbeat sped up and her breathing quickened. Was he about to rape her? She tried to move away from him, but he grabbed onto her hips. “Stop!” He shouted, hitting her back over one of the open wounds from his belt. She cried out and crumpled forwards. He pressed his hips against her. “See how much I’ve missed you.” He was hard against her. She didn’t want this.

“Get away from me. Don’t. Please don’t.”

“I said no talking!” A harsh smack to her inner thigh followed before he ripped off her panties. She silently scolded herself for wearing a skirt. If she had been wearing jeans she would have been able to fight against this better. She would have had more time. She sobbed as she heard him push his jeans down. Before he could do anything to her, a phone started ringing.

“Fuck sake.” He groaned, answering it as he stroked over her lower back and thighs.

“Sejin-ssi?” It was Jimin. Y/N felt some relief flood through her body. She knew that Sejin had an unremovable tracker built into his phone that could not be switched off and she knew Jackson had no knowledge of it. Jackson dug his nails into her skin before he spoke.

“Hmm, no, how about you try again?” Jackson smirked, knowing he had full power here. 

“Who is this? Why do you have Sejin’s phone?” Yoongi sounded angry. Y/N knew that he was not going to rest until he found her. 

Jackson set the phone down and whispered into Y/N’s ear. “If you say one thing, I will kill you.” He threatened. “Now, shut up and be good.” He chuckled as he picked up the phone, pushing into the poor girl. She whimpered, the dry friction hurting her.

“I’m surprised she didn’t tell you about me. I used to be her one and only and know she walks around acting like a little whore with not one but seven men and I need to correct that.” Jackson rolled his hips against her, making her bury her head and cry. She didn’t know if they could hear her.

“Jackson?” Yoongi figured it out, but Y/N had just switched off. She hated this. She wanted out.

“Ding, ding, ding. We have a winner.” Jackson said snarkily. “I didn’t think your boyfriends were this dumb, but maybe they were in order to actually fall in love with someone like you.” He reached down and grabbed his belt again.  “Maybe you lured them in like the little slut you are. Desperate for attention and sex.” He brought the leather down against her skin, this time not holding the buckle. She felt the metal tear open her skin, leaving fresh wounds that would sometimes go over the ones he had already done. It hurt so much. Y/N just wanted it to be over. She couldn’t do this again. He hit her again, making her scream out in pain.

“Jackson, stop! Please!” She yelled, her hands curling in the sheets to relieve some of the pain.

“I never said you could speak, stupid bitch.” Jackson slapped her before grabbing his belt and wrapping it around her neck tightly. She could feel her air supply being cut off. She released a stifled scream, clawing at the leather around her neck.  “Wish I could speak longer but I have some things to do.” He said into the phone.

Before he could hang up, Y/N heard Yoongi talking directly to her.  “Wait, jagiya, we’re coming to find you. We’re not giving up on you. We love you.”

“Yoongi! I love you all too!” She yelled but Jackson had cut the call.

“Now... where were we?” He sounded menacing. Y/N sobbed as she felt him begin to move.

Jimin POV:

We were listening in on the conversation just to know how it was going. We could hear voices starting to become slightly raised, so I was ready to go out there and take Y/N away so she wouldn’t begin to have any flashbacks to what had happened to her. I moved out of the door to watch her carefully and see how she was acting and reacting to everything.

I watched as Yoongi pushed her off his lap to walk over to Namjoon. I could tell he was about to yell and I knew that was one of the things that could potentially set Y/N off. 

“Where are you going?” Jungkook asked me in a hushed whisper. 

“There’s about to be an argument and Y/N will not be able to handle the yelling.” I replied, walking further away from the door. And that was when Yoongi shouted, and raised his hand over his head, and Y/N, my sweet, beautiful princess, flinched away from him. “Shit.” I said under my breath and quickly made my way into the living room. “Come on, princess.” I said, wrapping my arms around her and leading her away from the argument. 

“Where are you taking her?” Yoongi asked, turning around, his eyes flaming with anger.

“You’re scaring her.” I said shortly, taking her to one of the bedrooms to calm her down. “You can come and see her once you have calmed down.” I looked over my shoulder and saw Taehyung curled up on the sofa, his hands over his ears. He hated it when people shouted in anger and he would only resort to it himself if he really had to. “Taehyungie, come on.” I said softly, holding out my hand to him. He looked up and almost ran over to me, taking hold of my hand like it was his lifeline.

When I turned to look at Yoongi, I saw his eyes filled with guilt. “Y/N, jagiya, please, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-” He reached out to touch her but she flinched away from him again, making him take a step backwards and cover his mouth, regret filling him.

“You can come and speak to her once you have properly calmed down and thought about what you were going to say.” I said coldly. “Sort this out first.” I gestured between him and Namjoon. “I’ve got you princess.” I whispered in her ear as I lead them both to the bedroom.

Jin looked up when we entered the bedroom, noticing Taehyung’s tear-stained face, and Y/N’s blank stare. “What the hell happened?” He asked, his eyes glancing between the two of them worriedly.

“Yoongi shouted.” I replied.

“Shit. Tae baby, come here, come to hyungie.” Jin said, opening his arms. Taehyung let out a choked sob before hurling himself towards Jin, dissolving into tears. Jin began to calm him down as Jungkook and I tried to break Y/N out of her own mind.

“Princess, you’re okay. You’re safe.” I said as I sat down on the bed, sitting her down between me and Jungkook. She was silent and remained staring into space.

“Carrot?” Jungkook pushed her hair out of her face. “Jimin hyung, she’s saying something.” He said, noticing her lips were moving.

“Princess, what are you saying?” I asked gently. All of a sudden, she screamed and began to cover her face with her hands.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Please don’t hurt me.” She begged as she sobbed.

“Princess, you’re okay.” I said again. “Listen to my voice. You’re here with me, Jungkook, Jin and Taehyung. We’re all here for you. We will keep you safe.” I said. “Come back to us. Please. I can’t bear to see you hurting.”

“It’s not working.” Jungkook said, panic filling his eyes. “What should we do now?”

“Ummm...” I wasn’t sure what to do. I racked my brain, trying to remember if Yoongi had told me something about how she would calm herself down. “She used to dance to calm herself, but she can’t do that now.”

“Sing to her, hyung!” Jungkook said as he got the idea. “Let’s sing to her.”

Y/N POV:

I was back in His house. No, this was not possible. I had left him. I was with Yoongi now. Unless... that was all a dream. A nice, peaceful, cruel dream. It must have been. Why would an idol like him be soulmates with someone as broken as me? Why would I be lucky enough to have seven soulmates? I looked down at myself. I was wearing a familiar red cocktail dress. He was nowhere to be seen.

“Ah I knew that dress would look beautiful on you.” A voice came from behind me, making me jump. I gulped as I turned around and saw Him stood in front of me. He scoffed. “Is that how you greet your boyfriend on your anniversary party?” He asked. He moved closer to me and raised his hand to slap me across the face. “Now, greet me properly, you dumb bitch.”

“Happy anniversary, Jackson.” I said quietly. He grabbed hold of my jaw, his fingers digging in hard. 

“Hmm, happy anniversary to you too.” He kissed me, instantly slipping his tongue into my mouth. “Now go and greet our guests and offer them some refreshments.” He ordered, smacking my ass. I nodded and left the room to go to the kitchen, grabbing the tray with the champagne flutes.

I walked over to the first group of people, realizing them to be some of Jackson’s friends from work. “Hello, thank you so much for coming.” I said with a smile. “Can I offer you a drink?”

“Ah, hello darling. Thank you for the invite.” One of his colleagues, Yugyeom, said with a smile. “Happy anniversary to you and Jackson. He was very excited about your present today.”

“Oh, I’m sure it will be a very good present.” I smiled, as they all took a glass. “I’ll see you all later at dinner.” I bowed as I walked away to the next group of people. Soon the glasses of champagne were replaced with red wine as dinner loomed nearer. 

“Y/N, come here a second.” Jackson called me over. I carefully walked over, ensuring I did not trip and spill the red wine on anything otherwise it would stain and Jackson would get mad at me. “Is the dinner ready to be served yet?”

“The cook said it would be another five minutes. They are just plating everything. They’ll come and ring the bell when it’s time for everyone to be seated.” Just after I spoke, one of the cooks came out and rang the bell, indicating it was time to eat. “It’s ready now, I guess.”

“I didn’t realize.” Jackson rolled his eyes and pushed past me, causing me to spill the red wine all over his white suit jacket. 

“Oh, I’m so sorry. Jackson, it was an accident.” I said quickly. He grabbed hold of my wrist and squeezed tightly.

“You will put down that tray and then follow me upstairs. Say you are going to help me with my jacket if anyone asks.” He said slowly, his eyes blazing with anger. I nodded timidly and set down the tray, following him out of the room.

Upstairs, he took off his jacket and turned to face me, clicking his knuckles as he tilted his head to the side, watching me like I was his prey. My heart began to hammer in my chest as I glanced up at him.

“I didn’t say you could look at me.” He said, making me look down at my feet. “Get on your knees you little bitch and apologize for ruining my expensive suit!” He shouted, shoving me down.

“I’m sorry for spilling wine on your jacket, Jackson, I am clumsy and lost my footing on the way back to the kitchen. I will make sure it never happens again. Please don’t hurt me.”

“You’re damn right it won’t.” He said. “Now...” I heard his belt unbuckle and him pull out through the loops in his trousers. “You’re going to take your punishment and then you’re going to stay up here. You don’t deserve to eat. You need to earn it.” I heard him fold the belt and felt him pull down the straps of my dress. 

I yelped as the belt hit my shoulder. He was holding it with the buckle in his hand, but I knew that would change. There was another hit, and then another. He continued until I was begging him to stop.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Please don’t hurt me.” I cried. He just scoffed and paused while he readjusted his grip before hitting me again, this time with the belt buckle. I felt it rip my skin open as it made contact and felt the hot blood trickle down my back. He hit me another ten times before he threw the belt on the bed and knelt down in front of me.

“Now, stay up here and don’t make a sound. I’m going to lock the door behind me so you don’t even try to get out.” He grabbed hold of my hair and pulled me up, making me cry out in pain. “Go do whatever you want with yourself. I don’t care.” He threw me into the corner of the room, leaving me crying and broken. I curled up in the corner, letting the tears roll down my face. I wasn’t going to be able to last much longer in this environment. I had to try and get out, whether that be I run away or end everything. 

Why did my mind have to grace me with such a cruel yet calming dream? Why could I not be there? I knew that was how I was supposed to be treated in a relationship, but there was the fear of no one wanting me ever again with all my emotional baggage.

I let my brain drift away and shut down slightly to drown out the pain of the wounds on my back. I could hear faint voices, singing one of my favorite songs that would calm me down.

허공을 떠도는 작은 먼지처럼, 작은 먼지처럼 날리는 눈이 나라면 조금 더 빨리 네게 닿을 수 있을 텐데

눈꽃이 떨어져요 또 조금씩 멀어져요 보고 싶다 (보고 싶다) 보고 싶다 (보고 싶다) 얼마나 기다려야 또 몇 밤을 더 새워야 널 보게 될까 (널 보게 될까) 만나게 될까 (만나게 될까, ooh-ooh-ooh)

추운 겨울 끝을 지나 다시 봄날이 올 때까지 꽃 피울 때까지 그곳에 좀 더 머물러줘, 머물러줘

Translation:

Like the tiny dust, tiny dust floating in the air Will I get to you a little faster If I was the snow in the air

Snowflakes fall down And get farther away little by little I miss you (I miss you) I miss you (I miss you) How long do I have to wait And how many sleepless nights do I have to spend To see you (to see you) To meet you (to meet you)

Passing by the edge of the cold winter Until the days of spring Until the days of flower blossoms Please stay, please stay there a little longer

“Y/N? Can you hear me?” I heard someone call out to me. It sounded like Jimin. Was my brain really tricking me again?

“It’s not real. It’s not real. It’s not real.” I murmured to myself.

“No, princess, this is real. We are real.” Jimin said gently. “Come on, come back to me. To us. You’re stuck inside your mind. Just listen to my voice.” I could feel a hand on my shoulder and voices talking to me. My vision began to become fuzzy and then clear. I was back in Yoongi’s apartment. This was real. That was just a memory. A horrible memory.

“Jimin.” I cried out before dissolving into tears in his arms. “It was him. It was Jackson. I was back with him. I didn’t mean to spill the wine. It was an accident.”

He pulled me onto his lap. “You are okay. You’re safe. I’m here with you. Jungkook is here with you. Jin is here with you. Taehyung is here with you. We’re all here with you.” He rocked me gently from side to side, his hands rubbing a soothing rhythm on my back.

“Please don’t let him hurt me again.” I sobbed.

“Hey, shh, don’t cry, princess.” Jimin said, his voice cracking slightly. Was he crying? “I can’t stand it when you cry.” He admitted. “It breaks my heart.”

“Sweetheart, can you tell us what happened?” Jin asked, taking hold of my hand.

“I...” I sniffed, rubbing my eyes. “I’m not sure what happened. All I know is Yoongi raised his voice and made an action like he was about to hit something and then I was back there.” I took a deep breath to try and calm myself down. “It was strange. It was like I was reliving the past with no memory of what happened during that time, but I remembered all of you. I thought this was all just a dream.”

“This is not a dream.” Taehyung said gently, still keeping his distance. “But I’m slightly confused. Who’s Jackson?”

“Jackson is my abusive ex who I had run away from the night I met Yoongi.” I replied. “I don’t really like to talk about him because he caused some of the darkest moments in my life.”

“He sounds horrible. I’m glad you got away and found us.” Taehyung said.

I smiled at him. “I’m glad too.” I turned to look at Jungkook who was sat facing the wall. “Koo? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I’m fine.” Jungkook said, wiping his eyes quickly with his sleeve.

“No, you’re not.” I got off of Jimin’s lap and knelt down in front of him. “Why are you crying?”

“I was scared we had lost you. I was scared you had gone to a really dark place and were not going to be able to get out of it. It was so painful to watch.” He said quietly. “But you’re okay now, so I’ll be okay too.” He leaned down and kissed my lips gently. “I’ll always be okay if you are okay.”

“Thank you.” I smiled. I turned and saw Taehyung stood there awkwardly still. It was strange. I looked at him and in that moment I understood why he had said everything he had said. He was just scared and wasn’t sure how to deal with it, like I was. He dealt with his fear in a way he saw best, as did I, even if we were both wrong. “Tae.”

He looked at me and hummed. “What’s wrong? Do you guys need some privacy because I can go if you need me to.”

“No, Tae, I just wanted to say that I forgive you. I understand why you did what you did. You were like me, sort of. We were both scared of the situations we found ourselves in and the ways we dealt with it, no matter how bad they seem now, were what we thought was right at the time.”

“Do you... do you mean that?” He asked. I nodded, causing a boxy smile to form on his face. “Thank you. I’ll be the best boyfriend ever!” He pulled me into a hug, his tall frame completely enveloping mine.

“I think you have a few other competitors for that title.” I laughed, making him shrug.

“I don’t see them as competition.” There was a knock at the door, making us move apart.

“Who is it?” Jin called.

“It’s Yoongi. Can I come in? Please, I need to see her.” I heard Yoongi’s muffled voice say from behind the door. Jimin looked over to me. I looked between him and the door, trying to decide what to do. 

“I...” I trailed off. He did shout at me and cause me to have a flashback for the first time, but that was not his fault. “Let him in.”

“Are you sure, darling?” Taehyung asked. I nodded. 

“I have you four, don’t I?” I said. “My four protectors.”

“Your four protectors.” Taehyung confirmed, hugging me from behind and resting his chin on the top of my head. I sat down on the bed and Jimin looked at me once more before opening the door.

“Princess.” Yoongi came over to me and knelt in front of me. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to make you scared. I honestly didn’t know.” He said. His eyes were red and puffy. I could tell he had been crying.

“You caused her to have a flashback, Yoongi hyung.” Jimin said curtly.

“No.” Yoongi sat down on the floor in shock. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I’m such a terrible boyfriend. You should just reject me as your soulmate right now.” I looked at the other four, silently telling them to leave us alone. Jimin looked unsure, but allowed Taehyung to pull him out of the room.

“Yoongi, it was a mistake. You couldn’t have known. Even I didn’t know.” I said. “This is not your fault. It’s mine for having such a broken mind that it can’t even deal with a simple argument.” Yoongi looked up at me with a frown.

“Don’t you ever, ever say it is your fault. None of this is your fault. Don’t you ever say that, jagiya.” He said sternly, holding my hands.

“I forgive you, Yoon.” I said gently. “I will always forgive you. I love you so much.”

“I love you too, jagiya. I’m so sorry.” He said, leaning up to connect our lips.

“Where are Hoseok and Namjoon?” I asked.