⭐️☕️☾ name: SWEETEST PIE + park jimin by @mmegwrld

ᡣ𐭩pairing/wc: bad boy! jimin x baker’s daughter!reader (3.2k)

☾ summary: park jimin is the tough boy next door who’s always looked out for you. after a violent night brings hidden feelings to light, your sweet friendship turns into something much deeper.

ᡣ𐭩warnings: this is not inspired by sweetest pie by meg and dua 😭 i was totally listening to the sweetener album and ordinary things by ariana grande! jimin already likes the reader, fights!! blood mentioned, kissing! guy touches the reader in a way she doesn’t like!!

☾ comments: this was one of the first jimin fics i read and its SO cute. ive reread it like 3 times and I love this authors writing

💋☾ name: Failure to communicate by @gukslut

ᡣ𐭩pairing/wc: TA!Jimin/ college fem!reader (21k)

☾ summary: an enemies to lover story about jimin and y/n set in college where he was her TA and got her kicked out of her major bc he didnt give her the grade she needed and was generally unhelpful

ᡣ𐭩warnings: oral, kissing, fingering, protected sex, biting, madking, other filthy shir

☾ comments: this fic was so incredibly entertaining. The plot was wonderful and kept me coming back

⭐️☕️☾ name: marry me (again & again) | pjm by @gimmethatagustd

ᡣ𐭩pairing/wc: Jimin x reader (2.2k)

☾ summary: How many times does your best friend need to propose to you wbefore you actually believe him when he says he’s in love with tou?

ᡣ𐭩warnings: They’re liars and scammers!! (just like me)

☾ comments: so fluffy it was tooth rotting i love it

💋☾ name: caught in a lie |1| pjm by @jkeuphoriadreamland

ᡣ𐭩pairing/wc: f reader x jimin (series)

☾ summary: sometimes things dont always seem as they appear

ᡣ𐭩warnings: Future 18+ smut, fluff, angst, friends2lvrs!au || nothing really, brief mentions of accidental arousal, catfishing

☾ comments: i had to take a lap around my house while reading this./pos kept me on my toes

⭐️💋☾ name: No strings by @kpopfanfictrash

ᡣ𐭩pairing/wc: You / Jimin (series)

☾ summary: It started off as such a simple question. How to know if youre bad in bed? Of course when you asked, you didn’t imagine jimin would actually answer.

ᡣ𐭩warnings: 18+ (smut)

☾ comments: definitely one of my favourite series on tumblr. This was such a wonderful and entertaining series. I couldnt stop reading.

💋☾ name: Chem miss by @kpopfanfictrash

ᡣ𐭩pairing/wc: Reader / Jimin (12.8k)

☾ summary: “Youre my TA. I’m in your class. I’m sure you don’t want to spend you Saturday might talking to me about biochem.”

ᡣ𐭩warnings: 18+ (explicit sex, dirty talk)

☾ comments: i loved. nothing else needs to be said. (can you tell i enjoy this author a lot? lol)

☕️☾ name: Highly Reluctant Nursing by @kpopfanfictrash

ᡣ𐭩pairing/wc: You / Jimin

☾ summary: “with a hoarse voice, under the blankets” +childhood friends!au + enemies to lovers!au + fluff and jimin whining

ᡣ𐭩warnings: PG-13

☾ comments: so cute!! confession fics>>

⭐️💋☾ name: Mr. Park is an Asshole by @leahsfavefics

ᡣ𐭩pairing/wc: Music teacher!Jimin x Fem teacher!Reader (11.5k)

☾ summary: Ever since you joined the team as Darling Elementary's new art teacher, you've been welcomed with open arms. By everyone except Mr Park, the music teacher. Jimin seems to be the school's golden child, beloved by all (except you), and the organizer of the school's most popular event, the annual Spring Recital. When the school's poor budget planning requires Jimin to enlist your help on the recital, you wonder how you're going to manage working with your sworn enemy.

ᡣ𐭩warnings: (Explicit content) hot tub sexy time, fingering, Jimin talking you through it, 'good girl,' penetrative sex

☾ comments: so juicy and drama filled i loved.

💋☾ name: nectar | pjm by @gimmethatagustd

ᡣ𐭩pairing/wc: Human jimin x Vampire reader (16.1k/series?)

☾ summary: Humans have this annoying habit of being drawn to danger, and you’re having a hard time stopping yourself from sinking your teeth into your new roommate. You’re not sure what’s more tantalizing: his impossibly good looks or his seemingly innocent way of flirting with the darkest part of you.

ᡣ𐭩warnings: explicit Vampires, College/University, Roommates to lovers, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff, Alcohol, Blood Drinking, Choking, Degradation Kink, Masturbation, Jimin Has a Pain Kink, Scratching, Slapping, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Vampire Sex, Vampire Bites

☾ comments: I SQUEALED. I need to wait a couple months to forget this so i can reread it again with no memory xx another one of my fav (authors)

⭐️💋☕️☾ name: point of no return | PJM by @wwilloww

ᡣ𐭩pairing/wc: Jimin x reader (10.2k)

☾ summary: Both Jimin and you are determined to never act on the feelings you hold for one another. Instead, you’d rather shove it down, somewhere deep, dark, and inaccessible. So what do you get when you mix a broken furnace, an old victorian home, a little bit of jealousy in the club, and a need to keep warm together? A mess.

ᡣ𐭩warnings: Cursing. Reader is really freakin cold. Jimin sleeps in the nude. Spooning. Grinding. Obscene daydreaming about your best friend. Sex dreams. Mentions of alcohol. Dancing. Jimin is a little jealous. Masterbation. Unexpected visual. Super soft makeout. Fingering. Orgasm denial. Sex. Slight power play. Creampie

☾ comments: I think back on this fanfic very often. I hold this specific one very dearly to me.

💋☕️☾ name: Apricot | pjm by @vminity21

ᡣ𐭩pairing/wc: bestfriend!Jimin x female!reader, college!au, freindshiptolovers!au (5.2k)

☾ summary: You have been head over heels in love with your best friend Park Jimin for what feels like forever, but you are too afraid to tell him the truth. When your fears happen to tread into your dreams, you finally work up the courage to tell him how you feel, but does he feel the same?

ᡣ𐭩warnings: language use, mature content, slight angst involving confessing feelings, unprotected sex, oral (m & f receiving), slight f!dom, rating: R/18+

☾ comments: so cutesy!! a nice short read before bed

💋☕️☾ name: ;hard to say (m) @floralseokjin

ᡣ𐭩pairing/wc: park jimin x reader, highschool!jimin bestfriend!jimin (11.1k)

☾ summary: you've had feelings for your best friend Jimin for as long as you can remember, but you always thought they were unreciprocated. What if it turned out they weren’t...?

ᡣ𐭩warnings: smut, fluff, slight angst,

☾ comments: i am in TEARS-. Thats all i gotta say 🫶🏼

💋☾ name: what its like | pjm. (m) by @jimilter

ᡣ𐭩pairing/wc: jimin x reader (5.6k)

☾ summary: You’ve always heard great tales about how good the infamous fuckboy on campus, Park Jimin, is in bed, and wondered if there could be any truth behind these claims when the guy looks like an angel with his cheruby cheeks and precious smiles. So when a new gossip starts to circulate about how ‘hard he hits’, you have had enough of the suspense and decide to finally sample him yourself.

ᡣ𐭩warnings: swearing + alcohol consumption + christian chimchim’s duality + explicit sexual content (dom!jimin, switch!reader, spanking, pain kink, edging, size kink, oral (f), fingering, dirty talk)

☾ comments: ouuuuu : me the whole fic

⭐️💋☕️☾ name: ❝ blowing dandelions ❞ pjm ― m. By @httpjeon

ᡣ𐭩pairing/wc: badboy!jimin/reader | e2l, childhood friends | angst, fluff, smut | (7.8k)

☾ summary: as a child, you met park jimin. as an adult, the same jimin is much different.

ᡣ𐭩warnings: blowjob, deepthroating/facefucking, pet names, praise kink, dirty talk, cunnilingus, multiple orgasms, light pain kink, mentions of death (no one major), mean!jimin, crying, fighting, light physical abuse(he like shakes u), jimin gets in a fight, tae tries to keep the peace

☾ comments: I WANTED TO CRY READING THIS. (had to take yet another lap around my house while reading.)

⭐️💋☕️☾ name: believe it | pjm (m) by @writtenwhalien

ᡣ𐭩pairing/wc: mechanic!jimin x reader

☾ summary: When your car breaks down late at night in your hometown and the door you knock on just happens to belong to the man that was almost yours, it opens the floodgates to memories you had hoped to keep suppressed and those you’ve never forgotten about. Jimin remembers it all too — the many words that were left unsaid between you, and the many feelings left unresolved. And now he wants to make it right.

ᡣ𐭩warnings: drinking, swearing, there’s a high school au (in the form of a flashback), there’s a pool and a party-- stuff happens 🤭, arguing, there’s a kiss in the rain, explicit sexual content: lots of kissing, nipple play, dirty talk, softdom!jimin, spit kink, teasing, fingering, multiple orgasms, grinding, a blowjob, unprotected sex (this is fiction!)

☾ comments: I LOVED THIS SO MUCH UGH.

💋☾ name: catch your drift by @snackhobi

ᡣ𐭩pairing/wc: Jimin x reader (20.9k)

☾ summary: You used to think that there was nothing better than the sensation of coming first place. However, your rival- the talented, gorgeous, dangerous Park Jimin- is more than happy to prove you wrong.

ᡣ𐭩warnings: street racer au, driftracer!jimin, driftracer!reader, rivals to lovers, smut, some fluff too || unsafe driving (street races are technically illegal), cursing, sexually explicit content, fingering, slight orgasm delay, oral (m receiving), deepthroating, cum eating, unprotected sex, car sex (duh), creampie, multiple orgasms, dirty talk I think that’s everything

☾ comments: not very fluffy imo but lowkey intense and i loved it

⭐️💋☕️☾ name: lover to lean on; pjm by @sketchguk

ᡣ𐭩pairing/wc: neighbor!jimin x florist!reader (20k)

☾ summary: for months, you can hear your no face neighbor and his ‘girlfriend’ singing and dancing and laughing and falling in love. above all, you can hear their bed banging against your shared wall, and they won’t ever let you sleep. you’d much rather stay up at night worrying about your own problems, like the weight of an unrequited crush, so of course you’re bitterly single. but one day, the apartment is radio silent. and one day slowly turns into one week and then into an immeasurable amount of time since you’ve heard his laugh. so on valentine’s day, when you’re missing it the most, you beg your neighbor to open up to you with cookies in one hand and two broken hearts in the other.

ᡣ𐭩warnings: neighbor AU, flower shop AU, smut, fluff, angst || explicit language, pining, unrequited love 🤔, accidental voyeurism, unhealthy eating/sleeping habits, praise kink, body worship, nipple play, fingering, oral (f receiving), handjobs, penetration, fluffy sex

☾ comments: this plot is SO interesting and different i LIVED for it. WILL be rereading!

💋☾ name: Neighbors -pt.1 | pjm by @jkeuphoriadreamland

ᡣ𐭩pairing/wc: Jimin X Reader (neighbors!au/stalker!au ) (series)

☾ summary: Finally achieving your successes in life you never expected the distraction that came with your new hot neighbor. He however, had been trying to get your attention for a much different reason.

ᡣ𐭩warnings: stalker, switch!jimin, dom!jimin,sub!jimin, noona kink, SMUT, allusion to forced actions (never LET anyone tell you WHAT you feel comfortable with kids), oral (female and male), masturbation, raw penetration (practice safe sex always!), cum shot, manipulation, fingering

☾ comments: ts so good i love me some freaky shit!!!

⭐️💋☕️☾ name: Into it | mini series (pjm) by @xpeachesncream

ᡣ𐭩pairing/wc: reader x pjm (series)

☾ summary: helping your bestfriend out with his research project happens to come with more than what you bargained for. (based on this ask)

ᡣ𐭩warnings: (vary on chapter) grad school au, idiots to lovers au, strangers to lovers au | angst, smut

☾ comments: had me on the EDGE OF MY SEAT THE ENTIRE TIME BRUH.

⭐️💋☕️☾ name: The Boyfriend Concept (M) by @kpopfanfictrash

ᡣ𐭩pairing/wc: pornstar!jimin x reader (22k)

☾ summary: Win a Date with a Porn Star! You saw the sign when you walked in, of course, but you had no idea your friend dropped your name into the raffle. Fast-forward to later that day, when you actually win. You are horrified, of course, with no intention of accepting and setting yourself up for embarrassment. But then you meet Jimin, and decide this might be worth a shot.

ᡣ𐭩warnings: dirty talk, oral (male and female), body worship, car sex (it’s parked!), jimin is perfect but what else is new?

☾ comments: i was giggling my ass off reading this. The plot was nothing ive seen before and LOVED!

💋☾ name: Our ‘Get Along’ Shirt - pjm by @dreamyjoons

ᡣ𐭩pairing/wc: jimin x reader (14.2k)

☾ summary: another day, another endless round of you and Jimin bickering. It’s never ending, all-consuming, and your friends have had enough. Namjoon decides to end it once and for all - with help from a shirt for squabbling toddlers.

ᡣ𐭩warnings: smut, 18+! ‘enemies’-to-lovers, swearing, semi-public smut, mutual masturbation, fingering, honestly at this point a sweat kink, multiple orgasms, light choking, some spitting, unprotected sex, creampie.

☾ comments: im GIGGLINGG smut was tew good.

⭐️💋☾ name: COME OUT AND PLAY by @lunar-jimin

ᡣ𐭩pairing/wc: Jimin x fem!reader (1.9k)

☾ summary: The end of finals week means catching up on all the sleep that you lost. With your best friend/roommate/love of your life. In the same bed. Whoops.

ᡣ𐭩warnings: explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, dry humping, fingering, hand job, cream pie, spooning, creampie, the l-word

☾ comments: i love roommate lover fics.

💋☾ name: ⋆˚ In my mind ˚⋆ by @yourfavtangerine

ᡣ𐭩pairing/wc: incubus!jimin x reader (1.8k)

☾ summary: N/A (?)

ᡣ𐭩warnings: MDNI, heavy smut, wet dreams, succubus Jimin, fingering, oral f receiving, unprotected sex (wrap it up!), creampie, alcohol, niple play, hickey

☾ comments: you js gotta read this for yasslf;)

⭐️💋🚬☾ name: Bragging rights (M) by @jiminniethemarshmallow

ᡣ𐭩pairing/wc: Jimin x Reader x Jungkook (9k)

☾ summary: Jimin and Jungkook are your best friends, which means they trust you to judge all of their stupid little contests. It just so happens that their contest this time is to see who is better at sex. And you’re the neutral party.

ᡣ𐭩warnings: Pwp, Threesome (No Jimin x Jk), oral (m & f receiving), fingering, dirty talk, slight dom!Jk and dom!Jimin, unprotected sex (reader is on birth control), penetrative sex, creampie, sloppy seconds, I’m going to hell

☾ comments: didnt think id like 3sum fics till i found this and i fear im never going back

💋🚬☾ name: Tension (M) by @kpopfanfictrash

ᡣ𐭩pairing/wc: you / jimin / jungkook (6.2k)

☾ summary: Jimin and you are always flirty. When his childhood friend, Jungkook, visits, they show they’ve always been competitive. What happens, then, when both of them set their sights on you?

ᡣ𐭩warnings: 18+ (Explicit sex, threesome, cum play, dirty talk)

☾ comments: ts SO GOOD. i love how this author writes i canNOT get enough of it

⭐️💋🚬☾ name: damn the charcuterie board. (m) pjm. myg. by @bratkook

ᡣ𐭩pairing/wc: min yoongi x reader x park jimin (6.7k)

☾ summary: N/A (gotta read to find out!;3)

ᡣ𐭩warnings: light crack, smut, pwp, || threesome (obvs), oral sex, face riding, unprotected sex, sloppy seconds, stupid jokes about raw meat lmfao

☾ comments: i lived for this.

⭐️💋🚬☾ name: i'm not sure?! (m) | jjk/pjm/kth by @melancholy-of-nadia

ᡣ𐭩pairing/wc: jungkook x jimin x taehyung x show producer!reader(f) (6.6k)

☾ summary: You're a producer working on a BTS travel show, called "Are You Sure?!" staring BTS members Jimin and Jungkook, with their fellow member guest star Taehyung. Everything is going well on set as filming for the night comes to an end, but when Jungkook and Jimin inform you that they caught you staring at their shirtless bodies, things quickly escalate between you guys by the poolside.

ᡣ𐭩warnings: fluff, language, pwp, threesome, foursome, tit play, nipple play, licking, some body boob worship, blowjobs, hand jobs, eating out, multiple orgasms, ass slapping, light mlm moment, cumming, oral sex (m and f receieving), biting, praise, they all have a big dicks but they're different!, tatted jk and jimin is a warning in itself, jungkook is a bit more rough, jimin is soft :(((, taehyung dom tease!, insinuation that this is not their first rodeo lmfao, kisses

☾ comments: all i gotta say is wow!!!!

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CHAPTER ONE.

"Teenage dream - Stephen Dawes"

It was weird, not in a bad sense but it was weird. I was going to the city - somewhere so crowded and somewhere which is not as peaceful as damyang. I always wanted to study literature and i love the depth of words and poems. I got admission in Seoul university, One of the biggest universities of South Korea. My aunt lives in Seoul, and she's so nice. She and her husband are CEOs of multinational corporations. Wiping the sweaty palm from my jeans i stood up as soon as the train announced that we were reached.

As soon as I got out, and almost reached i was pulled in a bone crushing hug. She groaned softly and looked at her, min-ah. My cousin. She smiles softly, i patted her back softly feeling a little awkward by the sudden hug. Min-ah looked at me "God, i missed you. It's been years since i saw you. Was the journey okay?"

Well, that's new.

"Yeah, it was more than okay" I smiled softly and nodded. She grabbed the luggage i was about to decline but she already handed it over to her guards. She grabbed my hand and dragged me towards her black expensive ravishing Porsche. After a while, i was standing in front of a big huge mansion.

This striking house can be seen as the center piece of a bustling provincial town with regal splendor.Its monumental appearance decorated with complex mosaics and columns foreshadowed a lavishness that lay in store for guests inside.

You were welcomed by a strong aroma of herbal fragrances and flower scents that came from the guests that surrounded you just before getting to the huge arch through which you had to pass. The grand halls and luxurious chambers of the mansion showcased glorious architecture and dominance with each serving multiple utilizations.

Mythical dramas and charming rural scenes were embroidered onto the tapestries that were hung across the wall and marble floors could be seen reflecting the soft flicker of the oil lamps. It seemed the very walls of the mansion have a story to tell and every person present was in awe at that particular moment.

At the center of the mansion was a large atrium that was enclosed by columns and ideal from an architectural point of view to allow ventilation to the entire mansion.

That's basically nerve wrecking.

Min-ah went to call the aunt, i was fidgeting with my soft baby blue cardigan In the middle of the living room. I was looking around roaming my eyes, suddenly someone caught my wrist and pulled me inside the room. A squeal left my mouth. I looked up, a strong chest and a dark pair of eyes looking down at my hazel brown ones. I didn't know what was happening, who he was and there were another two men sitting behind him looking as scary as him.

"You were late, come on. Strip " the guy said who was holding me. What? Strip? My heart leaped in my chest, what is going on. Tears gathered in my eyes. "I-I'm not what you think I'm" i can't help but stammer.

"Taehyung, i don't think I'm in the mood to have sex anymore look at her and her outfit" one guy said looking at her in disgust and the style, he had a tattooed arm and silver chain around his neck. Dark eyes and raven hair styled. He was handsome but that thought didn't cross my mind in this situation. Morever that taehyung guy didn't leave me from his iron grip. Taehyung looked down at her.

❝L-let go of me.❞ she struggled in his grip, she pushed him harshly. He chuckles "oh, feisty little thing aren't you?" Soft pants leave my mouth back off slowly until the wall hits my back. His hands were either side of my face. "We said to strip didn't we?" He snarled. She flinched, she shook her head. Taehyung's hand was about to go her cardigan she sobbed softly wiggling.

"Come on Jungkook, let's have some fun." The blonde guy said chucking staring at her eyes - it was captivating for him. The Jungkook guy shakes his head and looks at her in a disapproving look. "No thank you, i have better taste and better style for women. Look at her she looks like a girl from the countryside."

Well i am from the countryside.

And taehyung was pushed away by min-ah.

I have never been this happier.

"Are you guys crazy?" She yelled at them, she put me behind her. I immediately held her back shirt not looking at either of them. "This isn't some of your prostitute, fuckers." She snarled at them, but none of them were affected by her outburst. Their eyes were on her and I shrunk under it. Especially from the taehyung guy. "The one you wanted is here " she pointed, a beautiful woman was standing in seductive clothes.

This is bad. I want to get out.

Min-ah held my hand and dragged me out of the hell hole room. She sighs softly and looked at my devastated state. She pulled me in a soft hug and apologizes to me "I'm sorry, they are just, god this is embarrassing." She sighs softly.

"Who are they?" I can't help but ask her, i wiped my cheeks softly from my back hand staring at her waiting for her response. "They are my brothers."

Brothers? Oh no.

"Jimin, taehyung and Jungkook, well they are completing their degree in Seoul university basically completing their bachelors." Min-ah said softly looking at her. "Cyra, no matter what. Stay away from them. I know you must be thinking why I'm saying this for my own brothers. But you - you're naive. And they love that."

I sighs softly and looked down, min-ah showed me my room. It was pretty, a big size bed with tied in a soft white sheets and a pretty desk perfect for my studies. Grey, skin light walls. It was comforting. I smiles softly and thank min-ah. "You will meet eomma in dinner, okay?" She said softly and i nodded.

As she left, i laid down for a while and stared into the ceiling. The incident wasn't leaving my mind. I shivered thinking about it again.

Maybe life is city of Seoul wouldn't be as easy as i thought. I closed my eyes and sleep consumed me.

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.

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The rush to the hospital is a blur of blood. Stained hands, soaked in sin, carry you out to the car. Clarlet carnage covers everything it touches; their skin, the midnight air, it even seeps into the seats. 

Jimin and Jungkook are frantic to force themselves into the backseat. They sit side by side with you laying limply over their laps. Your head is held in Jimin’s hands. He cradles you with care and caresses your soft skin. You’re turnt to face the front of the car in case you spit up any more scarlet. The cold air creeps into your lungs. It’s a comforting contrast compared to the fiery heat that incinerates your insides. 

Taehyung speeds down the streets, missing multiple turnoffs in his mindless panic. Every bump he hits along the road results in cruel curses and scolding from the boys in the backseat.

The night sky looks like an inked artwork. Blue stars bleeding out into the black; their loss of light mirroring your own. It rushes by in a restless haze. Blots of blood stain your vision. The starry sky keeps you company as you sink further into a fatal sleep. 

The first time you wake, you’re blinded by everything at once. The white-hot overhead lights burn your retinas. Their image lingering even as you screw your eyes shut. You blink back the burn and let your eyes scan over the unfamiliar room. White walls stare straight through you. An alcoholic taste burns at the back of your throat. A sterile smell makes you sick. All these unknown sensations swarm you at once. 

The heart monitor picks up the pace, sending sirens off in the two men’s minds. Jimin tightens his grip on the hand he was already holding. He squeezes three times and watches while you panic, feeling frozen from your unexpected awakening. Your eyes roll rampant in their sockets; overwhelmed with information and foreign feelings. Taehyung takes over, forcing your attention on him instead. He pushes back the sweaty strands of hair that stick to your forehead. Then he grabs your jaw in a gentle grasp, whispering words to calm the chaos.

“Shhh, sweetheart, go back to sleep.” He cradles your cheek in his hand, creating a makeshift pillow for you to lean into. “The doctor said you shouldn’t be awake so soon. Go back to sleep, we’ll still be right by your side when you wake up.”

Jimin pulls up the blankets to sit at your shoulders. He lays on the edge of the blue bed; head having sunken into the side of your pillow. His hair is sprawled out everywhere, tickling your neck when he attempts to crawl closer. He puts his hand over your face, slowly passing over you to shut your eyes.

You’re dragged back off to dreamland by their sweet songs. They sing lovesick lullabies that send you off to sleep in seconds. The last thing you spot is Jungkook walking into the room. His face is sunken with a certain type of sadness. A doctor lingers out in the hall, clipboard and consoling frown falling off his face. 

The second time you wake is much more tranquil than the first. This time, the lights are dimmed to drench the room in darkness. The steady beat of your heart monitor gives you something to focus on. The air lingers with the lasting scent of Taehyung’s cologne. You lift your head up from the pillow, trying to pull yourself up to look around. Two sets of hands push you back down.

“Hey, hey, hey, don’t rush. You’ll end up straining yourself.” Jungkook stares at you while he speaks. A pitiful smile pulls at his lips. Trying to act as if the isolating room isn’t alive with pain and panic. “How you feeling?”

“Are you hurting at all? Do you need a doctor? Never mind, I’ll get one anyways.” Jimin’s words are tangled with terror. He tries not to show it on his face, but his words are weak and erratic. Before he can get up to go grab a doctor, you tighten your hold on his hand, keeping him sat in his seat.

“No, I’m okay. Just a bit sore.” The words claw themselves up your throat in a croaking tone. You swallow against the dryness and wince with discomfort. 

With the help of Jungkook, you sit up to take in more of your surroundings. All three of them sit in front of you. Jimin sitting at your side, Jungkook standing with your hands still interlocked, and Taehyung laying down at the foot of the bed. All of them watch with worry, waiting for what you’ll say next.

“What happened?” It’s a simple start, and you can already assume the answer, but the suffocating silence pushes you to speak.

Taehyung tries to speak his thoughts, but he ends up sputtering like a fish out of water. Jimin takes a look at Tae and tries not to tear up. Sick memories massacre his mind. His nose twitches as stray tears swim in his eyes. He attempts to hide his emotion, turning away from your questioning eyes.

Jungkook jumps in when it’s obvious the silence has been strung out for too long. “You just got out of surgery and the doctors said it was internal bleeding.” He skirts around the obvious accident that caused it. “They also said you’ll be in here for a couple days at the least. Just so they can keep an eye on you and make sure you don’t tear open your stitches.”  His line of vision lingers on your stomach. 

You follow his lead and look down. Although, you can’t see the damage stuffed under your scratchy hospital gown, you can still feel the strike of pain. White bandages that wrap around you like rope and silver stitches pulling at your sickly skin. Thoughts of the damage hiding in the dark bring a grimace onto your face. Your injuries are all stashed away on the inside. Your only though is that you feel worse than you look.

“Was it that bad?” You turn your eyes up to stare at Jungkook.

He hesitates for a solid second. Your words have whispers of a deeper, more dreadful meaning. His head twists your words into a torturous truth. Because you aren’t really asking about the accident. You may have asked him ‘Was it that bad?’, but all he can hear is ‘Are you that bad?’ He hurt you so horribly that it almost invoked the dawn of death. This torturous truth is too much for him to handle, too much for any of them, including you… so he lies.

“It’s nothing to worry about. We’ll take care of you, like we always do.” Jungkook speaks his sweet lies with a sorrowful smile. Everyone else mimics the same miserable grin. You listen to his white lies, but this time you’ll try to trust them. 

You eat a somber dinner of things that are barely solid. A simple soup, soggy bun, and jello that’s supposed to serve as a delicious dessert. You poke at it with your fork, watching as the red blob bounces around. Taehyung nudges your shoulder, silently telling you to stop. You can feel his watchful stare straight through your skull, actually, you can feel all their eyes at once. Their anxious eyes only settle when you start picking away at your plate. The food tastes like poison as it passes through your throat. Your appetite has slipped away from you ever since the surgery. But, with the boys acting all antsy and irritated at everything that hurts your health, you force down the food in order to ease their anxiety. 

Each man nurses their own coffee in their hands. Taehyung watches the hot liquid swirl around in his cup. He’s reckless with the way he handles it, anxiety jumping at the slightest sound and spilling the drink down his hands. Red and angry marks wrap around his arms. Blisters burned deep into his skin; yet he doesn’t seem to acknowledge the pain. He keeps his attention towards you. Trying to be subtle, stealing glances at you every so often. Watching for any discomfort, making sure you eat at least half your food, and studying the bittersweet sadness staining your face. 

Jimin downs his 4th drink before you’ve finished your food. You make a mixture of your meal, poking and prodding at it. Sometimes Jimin has to hold himself back from force feeding you. Stress stretches him apart, tearing at his mind, his lungs, and his heart. He hates seeing you so pale and so sad. So he helps out with hidden motives. He takes bits and pieces off your plate, eating small bites before holding the rest up to your mouth. He doesn’t let you shrug off his advances, so you end up eating more than you’d like.

Jungkook stirs up his coffee into something sweet. 6 packets of sugar and sweetener sink into the bitter blackness. He adds cream to his concoction and stirs until the sour taste dies down. 

You stop eating when everything is half of what it once was. Not too sure how much more your stomach can handle. You push away your plate, trying to pass it over to Taehyung to get rid of. 

“Just take one more bite.” He tries to encourage you, pushing the plate back into your arms. He takes a scoop of the jello with your spoon, the easiest to eat, and holds it in front of your mouth. 

“I don’t think I can.” You look down at the plate, feeling intimidated by such a simple task.

“Just one more.” Taehyung stares straight into your eyes. His insistent nature has become normal for you. Normal enough to know that he won’t take ‘No’ for an answer.

You let out a soft sigh and take the spoon in your mouth. It's a difficult task to force the food down your throat. The texture and taste turns your stomach. As soon as you swallow it down, you know you never should have. Regret almost comes rushing out as you struggle to stand and run to the bathroom. The boys fall behind, faces clouded in confusion. 

Your knees hit the floor with a heavy fall. Fragile form collapsing under the weight of your weakness. You hug the toilet seat tight to your body and hang your head over the inside. Within seconds everything you ate is spilling out of you. The sight of scarlet jello mimics blood from the present past. 

A crash is heard out in the other room. Taehyung comes in, colliding with the door and dropping down to his knees. He acts out of adrenaline, gathering your hair in one hand and resting the other on your back. He rubs soothing circles into your skin, whispering words of encouragement.

“It’s alright. Just let it out.” He locks eyes with Jimin as he enters the room. He sits down at your side, pressing a peck against your temple. He hushes your cries and keeps trying to tame the trembles that rack your body. 

Jungkook gets a glimpse at the sorry sight and is immediately scrambling out of the room and screaming for a nurse. Head spinning with imprinted images of your red and raw lips. A bloody tint that throws his mind back to before.

Even after you’re sure you’ve thrown it all up, you gag on the metallic taste that lingers in your mouth. A rotten taste that tangles with your raspy cry and tints your teeth. 

There are tears streaming down your face. Throwing up everything you just ate has left you feeling empty and aching. Jimin and Taehyung still stroke soothing motions down your back. Jimin pries your hand away from where it grabs the porcelain bowl in a death grip. He intertwines his hand with yours and lets you squeeze it wherever another sense of nausea rolls around. 

Two nurses come running into the room. Unfamiliar faces set the two boys on edge. Jimin clutches your hand closer to his heart. Taehyung shifts his body in front of you, trying to keep you out of sight.  Jungkook is the one to push them both out of the way so they can help you, but he never strays far, always hovering with a possessive stance and protective eyes. 

The two nurses appear anxious in the presence of such intimidating stares. They’re hands sweat and shake as they offer up more painkillers and check to see if your stitches have torn. And when the nurses have nothing more to help you with, they’re fast to flee the room.

You’re settled in bed once again. You find yourself falling asleep as an IV drip digs deep into your arm and the painkillers put a heavy haze in your head. 

Jimin squeezes in at the side of your bed, Taehyung crawls in close, and Jungkook holds your hand. They cradle you close. You’re smothered to sleep by careless kisses and whispered wishes. You’re sent off to slumber chasing a delicate dream of a different life. 

The rest of your stay at the hospital looks relatively the same. You’re smothered with affection in the form of sweet sorrys. The three men do everything they can to make up for the incident, everything but actually acknowledge it. No one speaks a word of that night. Nothing goes past a simple sorry when alluding to it. Instead, they’re eager to show their remorse through action and affection.

Jimin hasn’t left your side since the surgery. He lays beside you in the bed, having squeezed in during the dark silence of your dreams. You wake every morning only to end up caged in his iron grip. 

Sometimes he sits in the steel chair at your side. Cast aside whenever Taehyung or Jungkook has decided he’s pestered you enough. He never backs down without an argument. But one look at your exhausted expression and his angry words begin to die down. He taps the metallic chair in time with the clock. The tuneful ticking and copious amounts of coffee are how he distracts himself from drifting off into a dream. In all honesty, he’s been scared to sink back to sleep. The last time he found himself falling asleep, he woke to you bleeding out on the bathroom tile. 

Taehyung takes most authority when it comes to distracting you from your discomfort. He turns your attention to the shows playing upon the TV. He gives you his portions of pudding at meal time. And drowns out any signs of discomfort with his tender touch. 

Jungkook is the only one who acts the most distant. A simple side effect of taking on the brute end of your beating. His shame feels like the same shackles used to hold you down. A cold chaos harrows at his heart. He feels the bitter burden of his wrongdoings with every breath he breathes. He turns over his thoughts in the silence, and sorts through his sinful emotions while you sleep. He refrains from talking too much. Only chiming in on conversations when it includes your health or happiness. 

He listens to the doctors lecture him on how to take care of you, sinking further into his shell with every sentence because he’s only done the opposite thus far. He watches while the nurses talk him through how to re-wrap your bandages when needed. He struggles to keep his hands to himself. Biting back his tongue whenever they touch your blooming bruises and you flinch. The nurses nurturing hands roam your body with innocent intentions. Applying balm to your bruises and wrapping you up in white. But when your eyes twinkle with tears unshed, the three men shout and shut them out of the room without any rebuttal. 

They take matters into their own hands, knowing their tender touches are still too tense. You shed some tears and take your lips between your teeth, trying to hide the pain that’s more prominent than before. 

They take matters into their own hands, knowing they’re worse for you than anyone else. But they’re blinded by love and can’t let their butterfly fly away. 

The day you’re told you’ll finally be discharged is one you’ve all been looking forward to. They carry you out to the car once again, this time with much less gore and guilt. The scenery blurs by from where you watch out the window. The spring season seems to melt together with the high speeds Jungkook is driving. 

They’ve all been acting more restless and rash as the days go on. Impatient and eager to keep you hidden in their home. Protected from prying eyes and devils in disguise. Naive to the fact that they themselves are the real mask-wearing monsters. 

The rest of the drive drones on. Each building that passes more boring than the last. Instead, you fix your focus on the three men that surround you. Taehyung wouldn’t take no for an answer when he insisted you sit on his lap. So now you rest against his chest with his arms wrapped around your waist. His fingers skim across your stomach, soothing away the sickness that still remains. He does anything to avoid the white wraps that stick to your stitches. A pang of pain hits him in the heart every time he’s reminded of that night time nightmare. He walks his fingers across your waist, trying to kill time and relax his restless nature. Sometimes his hands stray away from your stomach and shove Jimin instead. 

In his sleeping state atop your legs, he tries to catch up on the sleep he’s missed before you get back home. Too hysterical in the hospital and too obsessed over your well-being, he developed a sort of insomnia. However, this tiny sliver of sleep he finally gets is full of disturbances. As his dreams drift into a tortured terrain, his body begins to tremble in terror. Shifting in his sleep and almost smacking his arm into your stomach if Taehyung wasn’t there to pull him away. 

During the rest of your drive, each man continues to fight their angry and anxious feelings. When you arrive at your house, nothing much has changed. They cling onto you like a second skin and still struggle with their self-loathing. 

Yet their sorry words and tear-stained eyes will never be enough. Not when they know you both are bound to destroy each other. Not when this cycle of crimson chaos will continue till the end. 

Even when they love you the most, stricken with guilt and grief, willing to do anything you ask, their lovesick obsession only serves to make matters worse. They hold you too tight, kiss you too rough. Their love is slowly sending you to an early grave. Yet you chose to be ignorant to their insanity. Developing tunnel vision to their love and ignoring all else.  And when you slip up again, when they snap again - you’ll pretend it never happened. Harbouring hope in a broken heart. Trying to be someone you aren’t in order to survive. Their love is like poison and their hate is like hell. Staying alive with three lovesick psychos, all you can rely on is hope.

The clinic was chaotic, as always. Taehyung’s voice cut through the tense air, issuing sharp instructions to the assistants scrambling to keep up. Jimin moved like a ghost between patients, his touch soothing pain and panic with a quiet intensity. Jungkook was perched on the edge of a battered supply cabinet, his sleeves rolled up and his sharp eyes scanning the room for threats or opportunities to step in.

Then came the clamor from the entrance—shouts, hurried footsteps, and the unmistakable sound of a body hitting the floor. Jungkook leapt to his feet, Taehyung and Jimin freezing mid-task.

“Another one,” Jungkook muttered, already moving. “They better not bleed all over the floor again.”

The three of them reached the makeshift triage area just as a figure slumped against the cracked wall. Her ragged breath filled the room as she tried—and failed—to push herself upright. Blood streaked her side, soaking through a torn jacket.

“Move,” Taehyung barked, already assessing her injuries.

But instead of groans of pain or pleas for help, they were greeted with an unmistakable cheek.

“Well, isn’t this a welcoming party,” She said, flashing a wobbly grin. “Didn’t know I’d be getting the royal treatment.”

Jungkook snorted, arms crossed as he leaned against the wall. “You’ve got a real mouth on you for someone who can’t stand.”

“Try it, sweetheart,” she shot back, her voice dripping with humor. “I’ll still out-talk you from the ground.”

Jimin knelt beside her, his touch careful as he began stabilizing her wound. “She’s cheeky,” he murmured, more to himself than anyone else.

“She’s bleeding all over my clinic,” Taehyung snapped, though his hands were already moving with precision.

Despite the pain etched into her face, She winked at Jimin. “I could get used to you.”

Jimin blinked, flustered, while Jungkook and Taehyung exchanged looks.

“She’s trouble,” Jungkook said flatly.

“No kidding,” Taehyung muttered, though his hands never faltered.

As they worked, her charm never faltered either, her humor weaving through every quip, even as she winced under their care. But beneath the surface, they all recognized it—a resilience that burned bright, unyielding despite the cruel world that had battered her.

And for reasons they couldn’t quite place, none of them wanted to extinguish that fire.

Jimin’s touch was steady as he cleaned the blood from her side, his hands radiating a soothing warmth that momentarily dulled the pain. Her bravado faltered for the first time, a sharp intake of breath escaping her lips. Jimin looked up, his expression gentle but probing.

“You don’t have to keep up the act, you know,” he said softly. “It’s okay to just... breathe.”

She blinked, her grin faltering before she huffed out a laugh. “What can I say? Old habits die hard.”

Taehyung’s sharp voice cut through the moment. “And those habits are going to get you killed one day.”

She turned her head toward him, arching a brow. “Haven’t yet, doc. Guess that means I’m doing something right.”

“You’re doing something stupid,” Taehyung countered, wrapping a bandage around her side with practiced efficiency. “You’re lucky you didn’t bleed out before you got here.”

“Lucky or stubborn,” She quipped, her lips twitching into a smirk. “Probably both.”

Jungkook leaned against the wall, his arms crossed as he watched the exchange. “Stubborn, for sure. You’re the kind who’d crawl in here with both legs missing just to make a point.”

She winked at him. “Only if it meant I’d get to see that charming face of yours.”

Jungkook’s stoic mask cracked for a fraction of a second, a ghost of a smile tugging at his lips. “Flattery won’t get you out of trouble.”

“Oh, but it’s working,” she teased, despite the wince that accompanied Taehyung’s final tug on the bandage.

“She’s stabilized,” Taehyung announced, stepping back and rolling his shoulders. “But she’s not going anywhere for a while.”

Her grin widened. “Guess I’ll be your guest, then. Hope you’ve got good room service.”

Taehyung groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Don’t make me regret patching you up.”

Jimin chuckled under his breath, adjusting her position so she could sit more comfortably. “You’re lucky we’re used to trouble around here.”

Her gaze softened as she looked at Jimin. “You’re too nice for this place, you know that?”

“And you’re too reckless for any place,” Taehyung muttered, already cleaning up the supplies.

Jungkook’s sharp eyes lingered on her for a beat longer, something unreadable flickering across his face before he straightened. “She’s not just reckless,” he said quietly. “She’s running from something.”

Her smirk faltered, and her gaze darted to Jungkook. For the first time, her charm didn’t come as easily.

“Who isn’t, in this world?” she said, her tone lighter than her eyes.

The room fell silent, the weight of her words settling over them. Jimin glanced between her and Jungkook, concern etched into his features. Taehyung’s movements slowed, his back turned as he processed the implication.

Jungkook stepped closer, crouching to meet her eyes. “You’ve got people after you, don’t you?”

She hesitated, her grin finally slipping away entirely. “Maybe,” she admitted. “But if they come here, it’s not your problem. I’ll deal with it.”

“Not anymore,” Taehyung said firmly, turning to face her. “You brought it to our doorstep. That makes it our problem.”

“And we don’t abandon our patients,” Jimin added, his voice gentle but resolute.

She stared at them, her bravado gone and replaced by something raw and vulnerable. “You don’t even know me.”

Jungkook stood, his expression unreadable. “Maybe not. But we know trouble. And for some reason, we don’t mind keeping yours around.”

For the first time in a long time, she didn’t have a response. Instead, she leaned back against the wall, letting their words sink in as the chaos of the clinic swirled around them.

The tension in the room lingered, but the trio didn’t give her much time to dwell on it. Taehyung was already issuing orders to the assistants, his voice brisk and authoritative. Jimin gently helped her shift into a more comfortable position, his hands never losing their steady gentleness. Jungkook lingered near the entrance, his sharp eyes scanning the chaotic clinic.

“Alright,” Taehyung said, wiping his hands clean on a stained rag. “You’re stable for now, but if you don’t rest, you’ll tear those stitches and undo all my work.”

She rolled her eyes, the faintest hint of her usual cheekiness returning. “I’ll be the picture of obedience, doc.”

“Somehow, I doubt that,” he muttered, shaking his head. “Jimin, keep an eye on her. Jungkook, I need you—”

“Hold up,” She interrupted, her tone laced with suspicion. “What exactly do you mean by ‘keep an eye on her’?”

Jimin chuckled softly. “Relax. I’ll just make sure you don’t try to play hero and get up too soon.”

Her lips twitched into a smirk. “You think I’m the hero type?”

Jungkook snorted from his post. “Hero? No. Trouble? Definitely.”

“Again with the trouble,” She shot back, her grin widening despite herself. “I’m starting to think you like having me around.”

“Let’s not push it,” Taehyung said dryly, though a hint of amusement flickered in his eyes. “Now, Jungkook, there’s a group coming in from Sector Seven. They’ve been delayed, and I want you to check on them.”

Jungkook hesitated, his gaze flicking to her. “You sure that’s a good idea? If she’s running from something, someone’s bound to come looking.”

“And if they do,” Taehyung said, his voice steely, “we’ll handle it. Go.”

Reluctantly, Jungkook pushed off the wall and made his way to the door. He paused just before stepping out, glancing back at her. “Don’t get too comfortable. This isn’t a free ride.”

She gave him a mock salute. “Yes, sir.”

With a shake of his head, Jungkook disappeared into the chaos outside.

Taehyung turned back to her, his expression serious. “I mean it. Rest. You won’t be any use to anyone if you push yourself too soon.”

“And if I decide to push myself anyway?” she asked, one brow arched.

“Then you’ll deal with me,” Taehyung replied, his tone leaving no room for argument.

She held his gaze for a moment before leaning back with a shrug. “Fine. But only because you asked so nicely.”

Taehyung let out a long-suffering sigh before stalking off, leaving Jimin to tend to her.

Jimin sat down on a nearby stool, his gaze soft but searching as he looked at her “You really should take it easy. Taehyung’s rough around the edges, but he knows what he’s doing.”

She studied him for a moment, her smile dimming. “You’re not used to people like me, are you?”

Jimin tilted his head, considering her words. “People who act like they don’t need help? I’ve met a few.”

“And?” she prompted.

“And most of them do,” he said simply, his voice quiet but certain. “They just don’t know how to ask.”

She looked away, her fingers idly tracing the edge of the cot she was sitting on. “Guess you’ve got me all figured out, huh?”

“Not yet,” Jimin said, a small smile playing on his lips. “But I think I’d like to.”

You feel something wet on your cheeks, pretty sure it was tears, they were already blurring your vision and fogging up your glasses. Your mother lets out a scoff.

“I told you to wear contacts.” but you don’t reply. You don’t even look at her, you keep your eyes on your sister, her shiny long black hair cascading down her back. “Get a hold of yourself. People are watching” she whispers harshly against your ear.

Biting your tongue, you nod.

When your sister gets to the altar, you dig your nails into your skin, your chin bobbling a little. Suddenly you feel an arm graze yours, from the corner of your eye you can see it’s SunHee.

Your one and only friend.

“It’s gonna be alright.” she takes your hand, giving it a squeeze. Your hand trembles against hers. “It’s gonna be okay.”

You let out a breath and swallow the pathetic cry that wants to rip out of your throat.

“Trust me.” she says this time more sternly “Everything will be fine.”

You bob your head and look ahead once again. And as the pastor starts speaking, and seconds turn into hours you realize it’s over. The veil has been lifted.

“Now I pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

Your sister has been kissed by the devil. There’s no turning back now.

——-

The chattering around you is not big enough to drown your own thoughts. Neither is the champagne that is being passed around. You’re on your second glass on an empty stomach, you’re pretty sure by now you should be fine. Less worried, less anxious. But no, you still feel like a ticking bomb, anxiety crawling all the way up to your chest. You’ve been taking deep breaths ever since you and your family arrived at the wedding reception, tugging the ends of your dress.

You haven’t been able to talk to your sister and you don’t think you will anytime soon. Your mother has been making sure you don’t cross paths with her and if you do, it’s quick glances. Your mother has been glued by your side. You can feel her eyes from the other side of the room, watching you like a hawk.

As another waitress passes by, you extend your hand to take another glass but the tray is pushed out of your way. You recognize those hands.

“I think that’s enough for tonight.” A deep voice says, making you shiver. “Don't serve more to her. Tell that to the others too.”

The waitress nods cordially and continues his way to the other guests.

“Y/N.” The way your name rolls out of his tongue, makes you grimace. You never liked it. It held a distinctive tone, as if talking to a child.

“Taehyung.”

He shifts closer to you. His body heat enfolding yours, you could smell his perfume.

“Are you okay?” he says softly, almost in a murmur.

“No.”

“Do you want to-

You turn your body to him, facing him fully. It caughts him off guard, making him stop on whatever he was about to say.

“Please don’t pretend you care.” and with that you leave, on trembling legs and heavy tears, threatening to spill out from your eyes.

Could this night get any fucking worse?

Making your way to the bathroom, you see another waitress coming from the left and without any much thought you take it from his hand, almost making the man fall on his back.

“S-Sorry.” You whisper dumbly, gripping the tray as if it was some sort of support and continue your way to the bathroom.

You breathe in relief once you see there’s no one there. Putting the tray full of glasses of champagne on the sink, you take two glasses as you settle yourself down on the floor. You drink one instantly, hiccuping after another one.

Your head starts to feel a little fuzzy but you don’t stop, not until there’s only three left and the bright bathroom lights seem brighter than before. You let out a giggle.

Standing up on wobbly legs, you wonder how much time has passed. Maybe not so much, since no one has bothered to get into the bathroom after you got in. Making your way to the door, you struggle to open it, making you frown.

“Stupid door open up.” you mumble while you twist and pull but nothing happens. You keep trying and trying until a silky voice halts your movements.

“Sunflower?”

Your chest feels heavy, like all the air has been sucked out of your lungs and suddenly you feel like throwing up.

“Sunflower?” he hums, making the hairs on your arms stand up, goosebumps covering your skin in seconds. “Are you in trouble,sunflower? do you need my help?”

You stumble back, almost falling on your ass. You feel cold and sweaty. Like needles are penetrating your skin. The handle starts to jiggle.

“Sunflower, i know you’re in there. But don’t worry, darling, i will get you out.”

The handle twists painfully slow as your heart sinks in your chest. Taking a step back this time you do fall. Just in time as he opens the door, his sardonic smile greeting you.

He closes the door behind him and you hear a click.

Thump.

Thump.

Thump.

The sound of his chelsea boots hitting the marble floor matches the beating of your heart. You’re trembling and all the champagne you’ve drank threatens to spill out of your throat. Soft hands get a hold of your chin, his thumb tentatively running down your throat. You let out a whimper.

“My my, look at you, sunflower. Did you have too much fun?” He giggles sweetly, showing his pearly white teeth and moon eye smile.

To any other person Park jimin was the charming prince, a soft voice with gentle features. He looked so innocent. But for those who belonged in this life knew that looks could be deceiving. He was deadly as he was sweet.

Your lips tremble and you try to get away from his hands but he holds you firmly. His eyes hardening as you try to put some distance between you two.

“Always so stubborn. Do we have to tell every single waiter out there to not serve you alcohol or are you finally gonna behave like the good girl you are?” His thumb presses down harshly on your neck and you wonder if he can feel how fast your heart is beating.

You swallow, your throat feeling dry and rather than answering him, you look at him. You know he’s not done, with the way he’s staring at you, his dark eyes almost burning yours.

“You’re lucky I was the one who found you here and not him. You know that right?” His jaw tenses while he speaks, his plump lips now formed into a thin line. He’s pissed. “Nod if you understand”

And you do, automatically, like a robot.

“Now, sunflower, you’re gonna clean yourself up.” you nod again and the ends of his mouth quirk at that. “You will go out and smile. Maybe laugh a little too. It’s your sister’s wedding, darling. Cheer up. It’s supposed to be fun.”

You shiver at his latest words and you almost tremble. You try to not let it show. How his wording of choice affected you, how you physically revolted at them. But Jimin sees right through you. He always did.

He smiles once again, his fingers gently caressing your face.

“Always so pretty when you cry.” He murmurs softly, his gaze focusing on your face and then it goes lower, stopping at your lips.“See you out there, sunflower. Don’t forget you still owe me a dance.” and with that he leaves.

——

You drank too much. You regret it deeply and now you’re sleepy. Your eyes threaten to close every five minutes, it’s annoying really, trying to keep yourself awake. You have to pinch yourself or dig your nails into your skin, maybe a little pain will wake you up. So you do, you pinch and dig until there’s a red spot on your arm, until it burns.

You don’t stop until you see Sunhee coming your way, her arm entangled with Taehyung's. You stiffen a little.

“You need a bed, immediately.” Says your friend sweetly while she runs her hand through your hair.

She looks at you with so much pity. And you hate it. You know Sunhee truly cares about you, too much, sometimes you feel like a burden. Always by your side, always wiping your tears, always defending you. Sunhee deserved a friend, not someone who needed to be babysat.

She continues to touch you, patting your head lovingly and you don’t miss the way Taehyung eyes her hand, dark orbs observing every movement, the way his hand tightens on her waist, making her stumble back a little, her hand no longer close to reach you.

“You’re messing up her hair, honey. You don’t want Y/N’s head to end up looking like a bird nest, do you?” he tells her with a playful smile, making Sunhee laugh.

She pokes him on the stomach funnily, making him laugh too, but to your ears it doesn’t sound as truthful.

“You’re right, you’re right. Sorry Y/nie.” She says with a cheeky smile and then proceeds to peck her boyfriend’s lips. “I’m gonna get more wine. Do you want some?” Taehyung declines and then Sunhee Looks at you. “Y/N?”

Once again you feel those eyes on you. They’re so heavy. so intense that it makes you breathless. You shake your head and Sunhee nods. “Alright. i’ll be right back.”

When Sunhee leaves, the room feels smaller. Suffocating . You wish you could disappear, you wish you could be invisible. You just wanted to be left alone. Before you knew it, that same perfume invades your senses. He’s so close but you don’t dare to look up.

“Look at me.”

And even though his deep voice gives you goosebumps, you ignore him. You’re tired. So tired.

“The night just stared, YN. don’t be so sulky. I hate seeing you like this” He continues to say, his hand now on your arm and you hate it so much. You hate his body touching yours or the way he talks like he cares, like he’s being sincere. “This is a new beginning for us. For all of us.”

This time you look up, slowly. A small mocking smile adorning your lips.

“There is no us.”

And he mirrors you, his eyes now demonstrating a shine they didn’t have before. He loves your eyes matching his, his heat engulfing yours, the way you talk to him even though it irradiates with dislike. He loves it.

“But there is. There is for me, for Jimin and for him. It has always been an us, and there always will be.”

You press your lips in a tight line. You won’t cry again, not in front of him or them watching.

“Why are you doing this? I thought you were different.” and even though you don’t let your tears fall your voice cracks, betraying you.

He seems taken back for a few seconds, and you swore you could see something else in his eyes besides mirth. But it’s gone as quick as you perceive it.

“I told you I will always be by your side. Didn’t I?”

And before you can reply, Sunhee comes back, drink in her hand and the other around her boyfriend’s neck.

“What are you two talking about? Are you gossiping without me?”

Taehyung eyes you briefly before looking back at his girlfriend, giving her one his usual seductive boxy smiles. He shakes his head and says. “Not at all. Just movies, love.”

—-

Your feet hurt when you go back to the hotel for standing up so much, you’re glad the night is over. Your mother complains beside you, talking about how you didn’t even dare to look at your sister while she was dancing with her now-husband. How disrespectful you were for denying Jimin a dance.

“I didn’t raise you for you to have such poor manners. This is why you’ll never get married, you’re ungrateful and a brat. No one wants to marry a brat.” She barks and huffs but you’re too tired to care.

Also, you’re used to it.

“I’m sorry, mother.”

“You better be.” she spits back and walks ahead of you.

You sigh, your feet hurt so much, this is why you avoid wearing heels. You will never get used to them or the pain that comes with it. You plop yourself down in one of the stool bars located in the lobby, from your peripheral vision you could see your mother getting on the elevator. She didn’t wait for you. Good. You didn’t want to hear anything else that came out of her mouth and also you needed to rest. Just for a few seconds.

Your phone vibrates and you see it’s a message from Sunhee.

Sunhee

did you guys get to the hotel??

Y/N:

yess. we arrived safely.

Sunhee:

Good. see you tomorrow y/nie. sleep well!!

Y/N:

you too. love youuu.

Sunhee:

love you toooooooo.

You smile at her text. What would you do without Sunhee? clicking out of the chat, your heart drops when you see your other unread messages. You don’t dare to reply. He’s muted for a reason and it will stay that way.

You decide to open youtube to distract yourself, letting your head fall on the bar counter. You blink slowly, once, twice, thrice and before you knew it, your breathing got slower and so did your racing heart. You let the darkness overtake you.

You fall asleep.

And it feels great, until you feel it. Calloused hands tenderly touching your face, it makes you gasp. And if it wasn’t for the hands that were previously caressing your face, you probably would’ve fell off the chair. Those hands that feel scorching hot on your waist, confining you side by side.

It’s terrifying the visceral reaction your body has when you feel him, when you see him. The exposed toned chest, the tattooed neck adorned with chains, you know him so well.

All those years and you’ll never get used to it. His touch.

The muscles on his arms seem to tense when you tighten your grip on him. You were starting to shake like a leaf and all it took you was to look up at the devil. He smiles at you and you can’t help but look down. That indisticve mole of his, right under his bottom lip and newly done piercing seem to greet you. He licks them, as if inviting you to get closer.

Time feels like it has stopped and your breathing shortens when he cuts the distance between you two even more. His chest touching yours. Your entire body seems to be overcomed by electricity.

“Angel eyes.” He murmurs, dark big eyes pinning you down, his hands now on your hips, his thumbs going in painfully slow circular motions. You could almost feel his eyelashes grazing your cheeks. It makes you visibly gulp. “Why weren’t you replying to my texts, hmm?”

He stares at you deeply, as if he’s ready to pounce on you. It makes the hairs on your neck stand up, you don’t like it at all. When he looks at you that way, as if he’s ready to devour you whole.

At the lack of your response he hums, inspecting your face while he plays with his lip ring. His big hand is now holding your face by your chin. He smiles once again, showing a perfect set of white teeth. He looks delighted.

“Why are you so quiet? won’t you congratulate me?” His voice displays excitement while his thumbs trace your lips.

The rings on his finger feel cold against your skin and you wish you could get away from him.

“To be honest, I'm quiet worried about you. You look a little troubled, angel eyes. What’s going on inside that little pretty head of yours? Come on, you can talk to me. After all, we’re like family now.”

Your jaw clenches at his words and your stomach churns in disgust. God, you really wanna throw up.

“We-We’re not family. You will never-

His thumb on your lips silences you completely. His breath now tickling your right cheek makes you itch all over. You feel his mouth close to your ear.

“And thank fucking god for that. It would be terrible if you were. Don’t you think so, angel eyes? cant go around wanting to fuck a family member. ” he says lowly and then his tongue travels from your neck all the way up to your lobe, leaving a wet trail and you can’t help let out a yelp, immediately pushing him away with all the strength you could muster.

Jungkook's eyes widen comically and so does his eyebrows. He lets out a hearty laugh.

“You never fail to make me laugh. You’re so fucking adorable, angel eyes, i wish i could i keep you next to me all times.”

“You’re sick.” You spit.

“That 's no way to talk to your brother-in-law. What would your mother think? her daughter and that nasty mouth of hers. Luckily I won't tell a soul.” He croons mirthfully, sporting his go-to sardonic smile. One you know so well. The one that has been haunting you for the past ten years, even in your dreams you couldn’t get away from him.

Your hands form into a fist and you’re pretty sure you’re shaking but not from fear but from rage this time. You hate him so much. You hated him so much that you fantasized about killing him. Nothing would bring you more pleasure than seeing him gone from your life, from your sister’s. Forever.

“I’m good at keeping secrets, remember?” he continues, getting closer to you once again. Feline eyes almost cutting through yours. “That’s why we get along so well, don’t we? sometimes I think that’s why you and I-

You stand up abruptly.

“Shut. up.”

He holds a finger to his chin, as if he’s actually thinking about it.

“I can find a few ways to do so but I would need your help.” He says tauntingly. The ends of his mouth twitching slightly. “Ever heard of face-sitting, angel eyes?”

And before you know it you lunge at him, your fist colliding with his chest. And you feel pathetic instantly . Your small moment of bravery dying as soon as you touch him. Jungkook is so much stronger than you. Any attempt of physical harm from you feels like a faint tickle to him.

A laugh bubbles out of his chest. It makes your ears ring, because it sounds so real, as if it’s coming from a child. But wasn’t that really Jungkook? A child in a man’s body.

What’s yours is mine and what’s mine is mine.

What he wants, he gets. Always throwing a fit when things didn’t go his way, punching things, smashing things, killing things. Your mother talked about brats but she has never met one like Jungkook.

The vibrations coming out of his chest while he still laughs at you made you realize this: he was truly enjoying this. You will always be his source of laughter, something he could toy with, make fun of, pick at it and then later on ridicule.

He hugs you, after he pins your arms down, his chin resting on your shoulder. You feel him inhaling the scent of your hair.

“My sweet angel, this is just the beginning for us. For all of us.” You don’t know when you start crying, maybe when he snuggles into you even more, when you realize this is your reality now. There’s no way to escape. maybe there never was. You’re trashing against him, but he holds you tightly.

He will never let you go.

None of them will.

Taehyung opens the door and his grin widens as Jungkook's breath hitches. He flipped to his back facing camera to show you, laid out against Jimin’s chest, legs spread, with him holding a vibrating wand against your swollen clit. Jimin chuckles quietly as you squirm and grasp onto his biceps while whining out nonsense.

“It feels good doesn't it, darling? Mmm I know it does. Come on baby be good and cum for me again,” he coos. Tears well up as he slowly moves the vibrator in a circular motion.

“Mmh, I can't! M’ too sensitive Minnie I can't do it!” you slur. Jungkook's mouth opens, accidentally letting out a low groan. Your head shoots up at the sight of your boyfriend. The position you're in is utterly humiliating, and you hate how just the sight of him triggers your orgasm automatically. Your head throws back against Jimin's shoulder as you let out a silent scream. Jimin smiles and praises you tenderly. Taehyung, on the other hand, comes to the bed and takes a seat beside the two of you to give Jungkook an even closer look. Seeing your fucked out form has his cock hardening in his shorts, he'd give anything to be there with the three of you. But for now all he can do is watch unfortunately.

“Aren't you a little slut. You're so needy for someone to have their hands on you that you go around fucking my friends is that right?” his words make you look at the phone tearfully as you try to clear your head of all the fog and exhaustion you feel. Jimin still has the wand pressed onto your clit and your limbs are still trembling from the last 3? 4? times you came? You honestly couldn't tell anymore. All you knew is you felt so good and Jimin and Taehyung were so sweet...well at least before they started teasing the shit out of you.

“N-no! Daddy I-” your sentence is cut short with a gasp as Jimin ups the vibration to its max speed. Taehyung chuckles and kisses Jimin’s temple.

“You're evil,” he says to his boyfriend. Jimin lips spread into a cheshire grin as he giggles.

“She can take it, I know she can,” he leans down to kiss the shell of your ear, “can't you, sweetheart?” Tears run down your face as you turn to look at him. You look absolutely pitiful. The boys have never seen a more beautiful sight. You sniffle as you nod shakily.

“Words ____, be a good girl,” Jungkook says sternly. His hand has been palming his dick through his shorts ever since he saw you cum hard in Jimin's grasp.

“M’ sorry sir. Yes Minnie, I can take it,” you say in a small voice. Jimin's eyes soften as he kisses your tear stained cheeks. Your face tucks into his neck bashfully as he laughs at your endearing behavior.

“Look baby, you've got Jungkookie all hot and bothered now. Look how hard you've made him,” he says into your hair. You turn your head to see Jungkook has his dick in his hand. He watches your interaction with Jimin while stroking languidly. He knows you're in good hands. It's why he allowed you to be with them in the first place.

“Are Minnie and Tae Tae taking care of you nicely, precious?” you hear him say through low groans. Fuck you missed him, you wish he could be there too. He knows better than anyone that you love getting pampered with love and attention when he and his friends are around. You remembered his question as you absentmindedly nodded.

“Mhm, feel so good, daddy,” Jungkook moans as his hand gets faster. No matter who you're with, he can always trust that you're still his. His chest fills with pride as he looks at you lovingly. Honestly, everyone's looking at you lovingly. You tend to have that effect on people.

Taehyung leans over to palm at your boobs. Your moans begin to raise in pitch as you get closer and closer. You can feel Jimin's cock twitch against your back and grip tighter onto him as you announce to everyone that you're close.

“Yeah? Tae, she looks like she might squirt again, look at her. Poor baby is gonna make a mess all over our sheets, huh?” you sob as he speaks condescendingly to you.

“Jungkookie doesn't look any better. Look Jimin, beating his dick fast as fuck. What needy babies,” Jungkook whines at Taehyung’s words.

“Fuck- hyung don't say that please I- babygirl please cum for me please please precious. I'm gonna cum fuck please make a mess for me sweet girl,” he pleads hurriedly. Your body locks up suddenly and your back arches. Light flashes behind your eyes as you let out a scream. You distantly hear Jungkook curse loudly as he cums just as hard.

Your eyes peel open when you feel a warm, damp cloth gently clean the insides of your thighs. Jimin catches you blinking sleepily at him and lunges to grasp your face in his hands.

“Oh thank god you're awake! You passed out little girl! We were all so worried, are you ok angel?” he looks you over with a concerned look on his face. You giggle softly and peck his full lips.

“M’ ok Minnie. Just sleepy,” that tender look is back on his face as he kisses your nose.