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I Belong To You ; “Don’t make me choose between the person I am programmed to love, and the person I want to love. Please. Don’t make me go against my own code.”
written by @your-daily-biaswrecking , read here.
the most beautiful photo of the century. ~ RM and JK
Warnings: yandere, Stockholm Syndrome, abuse, toxic relationship, obsession, posessiveness, profanity etc.
A/N: This is sort of a continuation of the story as always. So, see my masterlist to find previous fics related to this :)
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It's been weeks since he broke your trust and punished you yet no matter what he did the trust remained shattered. Step by step, you were not wincing as much around him anymore, however, you still could not make yourself trust him so easily.
You enjoyed going out a lot and it made you feel much safer, much freer than staying cooped up in the apartment. Still, no matter how much you tried, his touch made you afraid.
You were stirring awake when you felt a soft caress in your hair. It felt nice and comforting as it went on and on as if trying to wake you in the gentlest way possible. But once you regained consciousness, you realized it couldn't have been anyone you trusted that was touching you because you did not trust anyone. The only person that could possibly be caressing your hair was him.
A loud gasp escaped your lips as you shot up and scooted back so far that you fell off the edge of the bed. You whimpered when your bottom hit the hard wooden floor. Jin was staring at you wide-eyed, jumping down after you.
"Princess, are you alright?" he asked quickly, trying to caress your cheek but you backed off even further, this time hitting the nightstand.
"Shh, it's okay, it's just me," he spoke.
"I k-know," you whispered as a hot tear fell down your cheek. You still recalled the belt lashing against your skin, the heavy blows making you cry and beg him to stop but he did not budge.
A heavy breath escaped Jin's chest, his eyes piercing you own. He did not persist and stayed as he was.
"Would you like to go out for breakfast?" he asked at last, realizing that taking you out was the only way to approach you lately. You stared at him for a bit then nodded and got dressed.
As you left the apartment, you squeezed Jin's hand tightly. It was his sole rule when going out. He had to be reassured that you were always safely by his side. Jin stole glances at you as you walked next to him in your sundress, avoiding people's gazes. You haven't actually gone to a proper restaurant in forever. Whenever you went out with Jin, you were always taking walks or taking food or drinks to go, you never actually stayed in diners and restaurants.
You stopped on your tracks, squeezing Jin's palm even harder. He looked down at you as you stared at the terrace of the breakfast café. An anxious feeling crept into your bones and your stomach twisted into knots.
"Is something wrong, princess?" asked Jin quietly. He touched your cheek but this time you did not flinch. Your body was stiff from anxiety.
"I... I... I want to go home," you said, tugging gently onto Jin's hand as you stepped behind his back.
"Why?" he asked, turning around to face you.
"Please let's go home," you whimpered again, tears blocking your vision. You tugged on his palm again and wrapped your hands around his arm. His gaze followed your touch, a warm sensation waking up in his chest.
"Okay, let's go home, princess," agreed Jin, keeping his voice as soft as a feather. He let you hold on to his arm, wondering whether it was just social anxiety or something else that troubled you. But for the moment he would satisfy himself that you sought his touch for the first time since he made a terrible mistake of hurting you.
Jin made you breakfast and sat down beside you at the counter. As he reached for his cup of coffee, you brushed your fingers against his free palm, softly curling them around his own fingers. You were looking down at your plate as your heart threatened to jump right out of your chest. Even though you were afraid of him, you were not as afraid of him as of crowds and strangers. For the moment, he was the only constant in your life, the only thing you knew.
You were making yourself your morning cup of coffee, still deeply sunken into your thoughts. You were pouring in some milk when a pair of gentle arms made its way around your waist. You gasped and jumped away, spilling some of the milk across the counter and your hands.
With your eyes on the floor you squeezed yourself against the counter as if waiting for a punishment of sorts to come over you.
"What's going on, baby?" asked Namjoon calmly because he was used to you reacting this way to him, although you were beginning to get more comfortable around him lately so deep down he was still taken back.
No words left your mouth and you trembled like a leaf while your eyes were still on the floor. You saw Namjoon take a step towards you and gasped as you backed away even further, nearly cutting yourself on a knife that sat on the counter.
"Wait!" Namjoon rose his voice and took your shoulders, moving you away from the knife. He put it into the sink with one swift motion but as he turned to face you, you were petrified. Your shoulders were squeezed around your neck, your body shaking and the back of your neck hot with sweat.
Namjoon stared at you for a while, his lips parted but he did not know what to say.
"It's okay, baby, I won't touch you if you don't want me to," he said at last, his palms slowly slipping off your arms. With your gaze on the floor, you felt the tears slip down your cheeks. It was the knife in his hands that petrified you the most, even though it was in his grasp but for a mere moment.
You quickly made your way around him and cleaned up the spilled milk before you grabbed your cup and curled up in the corner of the sofa. Namjoon followed you with his gaze, wondering how he triggered such a reaction from you. You were feeling much better around him lately, especially with the going out and being less confined to the apartment.
Namjoon leaned on the counter with his arms and sighed, his fingers balling around the edges as he paced his annoyance. He was patient, more than patient but it was slowly dying out. Only the thought that it was his own fucking fault that you were like this grounded him enough not to lash out.
"I'm sorry if I scared you, baby," he said as he sat down beside you. You finally looked up from your cup, having calmed down a little bit.
"I'm sorry if I overreacted," you whispered, fingers wrapped tightly around the coffee mug.
"It's alright, you're entitled to it, baby," spoke Namjoon with great difficulty as he subconsciously leaned his head against your knees. You froze for a moment, staring at his hair falling perfectly and the warmth of his forehead raising goosebumps on your legs.
You hesitated for a moment then touched one of his locks. His hair was soft and smooth, some of the product sticking to your fingers. It was Namjoon's turn to freeze. The touch of your gentle, delicate fingers in his hair made chills run down his spine.
"I'm so fucking sorry, baby, I should never have let you leave my fucking sight," said Namjoon and looked up, leaving your hand float in the air. His cheek was but an inch from your fingers, inviting you to touch him. To your surprise, he leaned his head against your palm and placed his own palm on top of yours. His eyes closed and his breathing softened.
"I'm going to take such good care of you, I promise, I'll do anything you want, baby."
"I know," you whispered, feeling a small bond of trust forming once again. It felt good to feel another person's touch, their warmth. It felt almost as if you were loved.
Yoongi let you go outside again as he promised. You were just done getting dressed into something comfortable but pretty when he grabbed his phone and keys. You were deep in your thought when Yoongi took your hand as it was a condition for letting you go outside. But you instinctively pulled away, your back crashing against an end table. The crystal vase on it shook and you barely caught it in time.
"You know you can't go outside unless you hold my hand, kitten," he said calmly and held out his palm.
Yet once you placed it back, you were right back in the beginning. You faced Yoongi for a moment, before averting your eyes and stepping away timidly.
"I'm... I'm sorry..."
Yoongi stared at you for a while then spoke.
You stared at his hand, your lips parting. You wanted to hold his hand but your body wouldn't move.
"What is it, kitten?" asked Yoongi and frowned.
"N-nothing," you stuttered and finally made your body move. You put your hand softly into his.
"Are you sure?" he asked as he towered over you, the look in his eyes suddenly warm and protective. You had never saw anyone look at you like that. Your knees went soft and you wanted to nod but you could not move again, only stare into his ink black eyes.
Yoongi caressed your cheek, tucking your hair behind your ear. Goosebumps rose on your skin when suddenly you put your arms around Yoongi's waist. His perfume filled your nostrils as you took a deep relaxing breath. Yoongi froze for a moment, taken back by your actions. Yet once he recovered, his hands went around your back and pulled you to him. He leaned his chin on top of your head, softly caressing your hair.
"It's okay... It's okay, princess," he whispered, closing his eyes. Yoongi finally let himself breathe after weeks of trying to gain your trust back. He knew he was far from a people person and making you trust him would be an even more difficult job.
You stood like that for several minutes before you finally let go and held onto his arm instead. Your fingers were intertwined as you walked by the river, having your usual iced americano. Yoongi kept stealing glimpses of you because you were visibly more comfortable. His insides felt warm once again and his stomach filled with butterflies.
You were in the kitchen making yourself lunch when a pair of soft lips left a kiss on your exposed shoulder. You jumped as your eyes widened, meeting those of Hoseok. He stared at you equally surprised. He thought the trust between the two of you grew after so long, what more, since you have been going out so much and you seemed happier.
"I'm... I'm sorry," you stuttered, daring not to break eye contact with Hoseok in fear of something happening.
"It's okay, kitten," said Hoseok gently and tried to tuck a loose strand of your hair behind your ear but you flinched again when his fingers approached your face. Hoseok paused and tried again. This time you let him. The tips of his fingers brushed against your cheek, making your skin tingle.
"Do you want me to help you prepare lunch?" he asked softly and leaned against the counter beside you.
"No, it's okay," you whispered and shook your head.
"Are you sure, baby?" asked Hoseok and tilted his head aside. His palm covered yours barely touching you. Your gaze froze on it, savouring the warmth of his touch. Your heart picked its beat and shot through your throat. You caressed Hoseok's index with your thumb as if the rest of his body was not even there. Although he still frightened you sometimes, you had become so familiar with him. A part of you wanted to get closer but you were afraid things would backfire again. One mistake and you could end up as you were.
"Why are you crying?" asked Hoseok, waking you up from your thoughts. You looked up into his eyes, not even noticing your eyes were spilling with tears.
"Are you going to hurt me if I make a mistake again?" you whispered so quietly he could barely hear you but he did and the sight of your tears with that sentence made it all the worse. Hoseok's lips parted and his eyebrows relaxed. He stared at you for a while, not believing you could still be so afraid of him.
"Of course not," said Hoseok at last, "I'll never fucking hurt you again, kitten, no matter what, I promise," he assured and cupped your cheeks. You let out a quiet sob as you looked down and more tears fell down your cheeks.
"Please don't cry, baby, please don't cry," he whispered against your hair as he pulled you into his arms and held your head to his shoulder. You could not help but wrap your hands around his waist and let out a long breath of relief. An unexplained reassurance came over you and for the first time in a long time, you felt safe again.
It was one of those days when Jimin took you outside for a bit so that you would not feel so cooped up in his apartment. You were deep in thought, staring at the people pass by and walk their fluffy dogs that made you smile. Suddenly, a soft kiss was placed on your cheek, making you jump off the bench as if you were shook by electricity.
"Wh... What are you doing?" you stuttered in a small whisper, hugging your abdomen. Jimin frowned and licked his lips as he glanced away for a moment.
"I was going to kiss your cheek," he said gently.
"Did I... did I do something wrong?" you whispered so quietly you barely heard yourself. Your eyes welled up with tears as your gaze lowered to your shoes.
Jimin frowned even deeper, his lips parting but there was nothing he could think of to say. His heart dropped to his stomach at the sound of your words, not believing you would think he was punishing you with a kiss. He wanted to make you feel loved.
"No," said Jimin at last and answered your question. You were taken back by his short and clear response, although you could see the storm of thoughts behind his eyes.
"Really?" you asked hopefully, looking up.
"Really," assured Jimin, keeping his arm on the back of the bench as he patiently waited for you to sit back down. You glanced at your seat than back at Jimin.
"Go on, you can sit down, kitten," he said softly, "I won't kiss you anymore if you don't want me to."
"Okay," you whispered with some hesitation and nodded. You sat back down and pulled your legs up so that they were almost touching your chest. A fluffy dog walked by that made you forget about everything and caused a smile to rise on your lips. You followed his wiggly tail with your gaze as he strutted by, hanging his tongue out in the summer heat.
Jimin could not help but smile, seeing you happy like this. An urge to touch you, to hold you came over him again, but he knew exactly how you would react. His fingers gripped onto the bench as he stared at you, your eyes suddenly meeting his. You looked away yet you did what you had not expected yourself doing at all. You leaned back enough so that Jimin's arm was touching the back of your shoulders. His lips parted once again and even this time, he was at a loss for words. Butterflies woke in his tummy and his skin tingled where it met yours.
You even scooted a bit closer so that your ankle and his thigh were touching. It was not his touch that had made you uncomfortable earlier but the thought of doing something wrong and getting punished. However, it seemed to you of late, that Jimin was intent on keeping his word on not hurting you.
You had fallen asleep on the sofa while watching television. The air was humid and hot despite the air conditioning in the apartment and you could not help yourself but take a nap.
When Taehyung found you curled up on the sofa, he knelt down in front of you. His eyes studied you for a moment before he brushed your hair gently out of your face. You stirred in your sleep, slowly waking up. As your eyes opened, so did your mouth and a loud gasp escaped you. You held a hand to your heart as you backed into the corner of the sofa, pulling your legs closer.
Taehyung did not seem phased or terribly surprised, at least he did not show it. In truth, your reaction took him off guard. He was certain he was making progress in building your trust back up but your occasional reactions proved him wrong. He was neither mistaken nor correct though. You did trust him more by the day, yet sometimes when you were not expecting, he still frightened you to your core. Especially if you felt like you might have done something wrong.
"Did I... I shouldn't have... Did I do something wrong?" you stuttered quickly, your eyes filling with tears like a reflex. Your cheeks turned warm and your feet grew cold in spite of the heat.
"Of course not, baby," said Taehyung quietly and reached his hand out to your leg. You winced again and it made him stop on his tracks.
"Everything's okay, baby," proceeded Taehyung and waited for you patiently. You brushed away the tears that have slipped down your cheeks without any warning and nodded understandingly.
"Okay," you whispered and relaxed a little.
"Even if you did something wrong, baby," began Taehyung, drawing your eyes to his own, "Nothing bad would happen. I promise you. I won't ever hurt you like that again."
You wanted to believe him so badly, but he already broke your faith in him once. What was stopping him from doing it again?
But no matter your rational thinking, you found yourself nodding again.
"You should take your nap in bed, darling," said Taehyung and changed the subject. "You'll have neck pain if you stay here."
You nodded and slowly scooted towards the edge of the sofa.
"Do you want me to carry you, baby?"
You looked him in the eye and shook your head hesitantly.
"Okay," he agreed, "Can I come with you?"
You stopped on your tracks and licked your lips. You knew he only meant to take a nap as well and since you were sharing a bed, there were not many other options. You nodded slightly as you glanced into his eyes before you made your way to the bedroom.
You slipped under the cold covers and pulled your pillow closer to you. The bed moved on the other side, making your heart beat faster. As you turned around, he already seemed asleep. Only his hand reached out but Taehyung was not touching you.
Biting your lip, you slipped your hand gently into his whilst waiting for his reaction. But he did not open his eyes. He only took your hand and kissed your knuckles, holding it as the both of you fell asleep.
You were sharing a bed with Jungkook but you each slept on your own end; you in particular. Your legs were almost hanging off the bed as you squeezed yourself to the very edge when you went to sleep. Jungkook noticed and put his arm around your abdomen, pulling you closer to him but you jumped up immediately, stumbling on the floor. Jungkook frowned, staring at you shocked.
You were like a deer in spotlights, your eyes big and frightened. You could only think of the worst at any given moment, not daring to expect something good, something positive.
Jungkook jumped down as well and tried to help you up, but you scooted into the corner of the room, whimpering as he tried to take you in his arms.
"What is it?" he asked, trying to figure out what caused such a reaction in you out of nowhere. You were beginning to feel more comfortable around him lately and you winced less and less. But when Jungkook pulled you by your waist, you could not help but remember your punishment.
"P-Please don't... don't hurt m-me," you stuttered through the tears streaming down your cheeks. Jungkook's lips parted but he did not know what to say. His heart broke seeing you like this, he would die for you right then and there.
"Shh, it's okay, baby, I won't hurt you, I promise," he spoke gently, opening his arms for you but you weren't moving from your curled up position. You glanced up at last, seeing his posture unthreatening, what more, even welcoming, secure.
You bit your lip and sniffled, looking down again.
"Are you sure?" you whispered, pulling your knees closer to your chest.
"Yeah, I'm sure," assured Jungkook, "It's okay, I promise," he repeated himself gently and kept his arms open for you. You glanced up again, wondering if he was doing what you thought he was doing.
You made a little scoot towards him, testing the waters. Jungkook stayed as he was, patiently waiting for you. You scooted closer once again and let him do the last step. You shut your eyes tightly as he wrapped his strong arms around you and pulled you gently into his lap.
"See, it's okay, baby," said Jungkook against your hair as you slowly wrapped your arms around his abdomen. You leaned your head against his chest, relaxing for the first time in weeks.
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"I got ma peeshays out in jyosha uyaashi"
Sorry to make this about my bias, but Jungkook better have his own studio or I’m going to throw a fit!!!!! It took Big Hit SO LONG giving him a studio, he had to literally sit in his own tiny closet for YEARS (why his studio is called golden closet), and he had to buy all his own equipment, Big Hit not even wanting to give him piano lessons when he asked for it.
At Festa Jungkook told he bought a new desk for his studio - it better be at HYBE bulding and not in his own home.
Oh my God his body... shit I’m feeling this. Gaaahahajakal. I can’t stop starring.
Ohhh pero que miran mis hijos
Oh but they look at my eyes
Kloudbeer and Jungkook version
Source: Kloudbeer 🍻
excuse me while I 🤤
But what if Joon is a teen dad? 👀
And little Kookie in his arms 🥺