⚠️ Sexual Scenes; masochist/sadist

June 10, 2019 9:00 A.M
Monday

Quiet.

The absolute stillness of the air seemed to suck even the sound of her footfalls into the nothingness of the empty halls. No maids, butlers, nor guards roamed. Even the trees outside of the mansion didn't rustle, as if they were tense with the nerves for what was to come.

Instead of collecting all of the laundries first before cleaning the designated room of the day, (Y/N) established it was best to do the opposite this week. Doing her chores in an orderly manner and making sure that the extra requests of some of the boys, like delivering paperwork to Namjoon's room, is done, (Y/N) felt productive; the dreadful events yesterday vanished from her train of thoughts since she's too occupied with her tasks.

"Taehyung..." (Y/N) knocked the wooden material of his door gently at first. Then there was silence. The usual silence (Y/N) experiences early in the morning when collecting their laundry. "I'm coming in."

During her first trips in his room, (Y/N) normally see a woman in his arms, both of them naked. Over a period of time, new girls residing within his personal quarters became scarce; the contacts in his phone seemed to disappear— there was no more of that annoying pinging sound every second, no more changing his sheets everyday, and no more of his usual flirtatious self. Odd— you can even call it strange— that Taehyung is not inviting anymore people to his bed.

It became a hot topic among the workers.

There were rumors that Taehyung finally found someone.

But (Y/N) didn't care.

She had to not care despite the vivid curiosity written across her eyes.

"Are you going to leave me again to suffer on my own or will you stay here to help darling?" A small smile played on his lips as he rose from his bed. His sweet and intoxicating words sounded rich, luxurious, and warm when he spoke.

A siren.

That's what (Y/N) sees him as.

She got so lost in his poisonous and toxic voice that her legs began moving on its own; she walked to him, pulled by an invisible string of words that drifted from his lips. She soon found herself lost in his blue, oceanic eyes.

"Taehyung..." she whispered as he caught a hold of her wrists, forcefully tugging her down to his bed where he laid. "Stop. You have to stop."

He leans closer until their breaths mingled.

"You want me as much as I want you (Y/N)." His hands gained an unnatural strength, one the female thought that no human being could ever possess, as they clenched her wrists in secure hold to keep (Y/N) in place. "Explain this to me... why does my heart keep beating so fast every time I see and touch you. The simplest touch, the slightest words... my heart hurts so much. It hurts when you mentioned Jaemin. It hurts when you ignore me. It hurts when you're not here with me."

(Y/N)'s palms gripped the sheets underneath her. Gulping the ball of saliva stuck in her throat, perspiration trickles down her temple, hands— clammy and shaky— and adrenaline flowing faster than any wind storms to hit the face of the earth. The ability to think logically or the will to move left her system.

"Soft. Your hands. Your skin. Soft and warm. I want your skin against mine, (Y/N) will you let me touch you. Just this once. I want to feel you against me, skin to skin."

"Don't play with me, Taehyung," she bitterly spat. "If you want a girl to play around with, go pick someone else, I'm sure they would gladly want your company—"

"I want you, (Y/N)."

A tiny gasp escaped her lips. 'Could he really have feelings for me?' The female wondered. But her mind... filled with negativity caused by a paramount of pressure, insomnia, confusion from all of the boys had disrupted her proper way of thinking. These thoughts that suffocated her with their whispers... twisted then turned Taehyung's real intentions of confessing his feelings to something she found appalling. 

"Is this what you've said to other girls to get into their pants too? Great acting, do you want a round of applause too? I'm not falling for your tricks anymore Mr. Kim. If you may excuse me, your assistant have to continue her work."

Nausea swirled unrestrained in his empty stomach as (Y/N) went along with cleaning his room, acting like he wasn't there. She rejected him, again. It devastated him. Is this what being heart broken feels like? His heart turned incredibly heavy; the blood in his veins felt like it had become tar as it struggled to keep his body up. With his melancholy hanging over his head, his head swam with half-formed regrets of his past actions; before he could apologize and beg for (Y/N) to stay and start over, she was gone to clean Jungkook's room.

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'I just have to finish my work today and I'm good. It's Monday, it's just Monday, (Y/N) and I'm already having a mental break downnnnn. Just keep your composure together, you can get through this.'

Stress. That's all she's feeling right now. Her body needs rest yet her mind tells her to move, to keep working or she'll fail Yoonah and even herself.

Finishing Jungkook's room with ease to her luck, (Y/N) still has to collect laundries from the rest of the boys' rooms and hand them to the staff.

A nervous train wreck.

That description of her is an understatement considering the amount of anxiousness taunting the depths of her sanity. (Y/N) is standing in front of Jimin's door step whilst biting the bottom of her lips. Staying up all night with her continual movements of twisting and turning did something to her; by the morning, the sheets of her bed were in a knot and aside from a fit-full half hours of evocative dreams, she didn't sleep a wink.

Jimin's another unexpected outburst caused her brain to constantly search for any sign of the reason to why he acts like this. But he's out of range, Jimin is unreachable because he chooses to be unreachable. Her stomach shifts uneasily; (Y/N) notice that her hands that she's hugging herself with are pinching into her skin. She release her limbs but then she can't figure out what to do with them, so instead they clasp and unclasp each other as if in constant need of touch and reassurance.

"Are you just going to stand there?"

(Y/N) spins her head to the owner of the voice, seeing Jimin's dark scarlet eyes glaring down her statue. His stare was uncomfortable to say the least, it made (Y/N)'s breathing constructed and shallow. (Y/N) could feel each pound of her heartbeat against the rib-cage of her chest.

The female suck in a gasp of air as Jimin shoved her inside of his room with brute force. Back hitting the ground first then head, a scorching, burning pain licked her whole body. The distorted view of Jimin standing over her slowly came to focus. She was cold all over, blood rinsed her mouth, and she hardly had the time to breathe before Jimin could spit his lethal words.

"I want you to leave this job. Move as far away as possible. I know that you hate me, I don't give a shit. I hate you too. I just need you to leave. You're nothing but a useless bitch here— you're fucking worthless who doesn't deserve this job." His voice stings, words mimicking the way a snake releases it dreadful and dangerous venom to its prey.

(Y/N) couldn't take it anymore. Tears fell from her eyes with great exertion. In the beginning when Yoonah left her to go to another country, leaving her to a house full of strangers and to an unknown life... (Y/N) had the vigorous desire to never give up... she went off heedlessly, working and working, disregarding the basic needs to function.

Unconscious to the abundance of her feelings that subjugated and drove her restless, (Y/N) spiraled to an old pattern... a pattern of destruction. Mrs. Park is right... (Y/N) really can't handle stress. But what was she suppose to do? Give up? Live in the streets when she was given a good paying job that provides housing and meals? Was (Y/N) just suppose to seek closure in the ideas that one day before her labour turn to dust, the pieces will fall into place similar to the way mosaics are made out of broken pieces and still they come together as a resplendent work of art?

That's not how this terrible world works.

No matter how much she tries, she goes back to the same place she originally was: broken and defeated. Abused, tortured, and scarred by her ex lover... abandoned at such a young age to fend for herself... mentally and physically exhausted... but she stayed sane. Barely. She looked so doubtful and quizzical... so reluctant to facing the real facts that this world is nothing but bad, for she was trying hard to stop the vicious, secular things her mind was turning her into...

(Y/N)'s fingers curled tightly, her nails digging inwards to her palms, drawing out the red substance that keeps her alive.

Jimin.

She thought she saw sparks of hope within his cardinal irises, but that was all an illusion.

There is a scream deep within (Y/N) that forces its way to her mouth, as if her soul has also unleashed a demon. All she feel is anger; every word he said stung, only fueling the fire that blistered inside of her.

She's had enough of his bullshit.

"Why?!" Her voice came in loud, startling the boy. "Why should I fucking leave when you weren't the one who gave me this job?!? Namjoon hired me, not you. Unless he tells me to pack my bags and leave, I won't leave this house because your insecure, ill-tempered dickhead—"

Her sentence abruptly stops as Jimin coiled his digits around her neck, halting the circulation of air to pass her lungs.

"Don't talk if you value your life," he hisses.

Instead of the usual panic and lack of air that drove his victims to start gasping as oxygen starts slipping away, (Y/N) only laughed. He gripped her throat tighter, wanting the pleasure of seeing people struggling for a breath as black fills the edges of their vision.

But she laughs.

(Y/N), in the current state of oblivion, could find no release from her derangement.

So this is why Jimin is violent. It's clear that he was abused when he was younger so he finds satisfaction doing the same to other people; this was his way to feel powerful, to replace the times he was seen as weak.

"Go tighter if you want," (Y/N) smiles wickedly, coughing in between words. "I'm used to it."

(Y/N) knew what she was doing; she continues to agitate Jimin, distract him, all while being in hysterics. Her left hand slithered to his neck, squeezing it with the same pressure. Jimin recoils a step back, and loosened a bit of his grip in shock. He eyed her the same way a predator would do to its prey, indulging the way how her face was a flushed mess, stained with tears and sweat, lips playing that disgusting-twisted gratifying smile that heated his shaft.

In that split second, her hand came in contact with his face.

SLAP.

Releasing his grasps around her throat, (Y/N) shoves Jimin backwards and slapped him again, but this time harder and sharper. The red-eyed boy touches his stinging cheeks with his hands, feeling electricity bolting each square inch of his skin. Pulsing with ecstasy, Jimin anticipated her next moves, wanting to feel more of her power.

Jimin glared at her. (Y/N) expected something hard to hit her as an act of payment as Jimin approaches her with heavy steps. Instead, she was greeted by a pair of warm lips touching hers.

Sick and tired of it. She's angry. Extremely angry— to fucking hell with being submissive.

(Y/N) grabbed a handful of his hair, tugging it so harshly that a loud grunt escaped Jimin's plump cherry lips. She pulls away, trying to defy and irritate the male.

"Did I fucking say you can pull away slut?!" With unrivaled speed, Jimin lifted (Y/N) off the ground before she could react and rammed her against the wall.

Automatically, (Y/N) wrapped her legs around his waist as he latched his lips furiously against her's. Though the pain of his finger nails digging her thighs, (Y/N) couldn't help but to moan and scream from extreme pleasure as he nibbled and sucked her sweet spots. Jimin on the other hand, loved her sweet screams— he loved seeing her struggle.

"Fuck!! Jimi—" (Y/N) gasps.

She felt them. His fingers. Entering inside of her core. She didn't know when the hell he took off her pants— but that isn't important. (Y/N) squeezes her eyes shut, mouth sucking his shoulders as he pushed one, two—three fingers. He filled her up completely, and the way he pumped and moved his fingers with skill outweighed the fury she felt earlier as she hugged him tighter and clung on him for dear life.

Now that he got the feeling of (Y/N)'s warm lips against his... he wanted more. 'She's mine.' He thought. 'You're not going to escape now (Y/N)... you're mine. Not anyone else's.'

The female's mouth opened wide as she met her high, legs shaking with pure euphoria. Her hands connected with his neck and said, "fuck you, you asshole."

Jimin smiles. (Y/N) wanted to wipe that complacent, incensed look from his stupid, god-like face.

With tiredness finally catching up to the female, her head collapsed to his shoulder... and just like that, everything turned black.

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A/N

I just want to ask... why do you guys like this book? As the writer, I'm deeply curious why you guys like it lol.

-France