Rating : 19+ ( all the eleven year olds reading this, honestly stop :’( i don’t want your corruption on my conscience )
WARNING : This is literally every fanfic ever written. LMAO. Honestly, it’s so cliche, you’ll probabaly cringe through it. But I wanted to indulge my own love for TSundere , violent Jung kook )
WArnings : Abusive relationship. ( the hero IS VIOLENT WITH THE oc but domestic violence is a serious issue so if an abusive hero triggers you, STAY AWAY. )
Pairing : Jung Kook/ OC
“Blue. I like Blue.”
Mrs. Jeon stared at me , condescending judgment written all over her perfect face and I shifted nervously.
Just a minute ago she had asked me what I thought about possible color schemes for my wedding to her son.
I’d answered the question honestly but apparently, honesty wasn’t always the right answer. My mother , next to me in her brand new ruby red dress which had cost a whopping 5000 dollars, elbowed me sharply in the ribs. I had no idea what to do or say anymore. After a day of shopping with my prospective mother-in-law, the richest woman in the country and my mother, the most pretentious woman in the country, I’d lost all hold on reality and myself. I wanted to peel off the green georgette dress I was stuffed into , slip on my favorite worn t-shirt and shorts and just curl into a corner and sob.
“That’s… interesting.” Her eye twitched .“ I was thinking something more classy.” Mrs. Jeon wrinkled her nose.
“How about champagne?” My mother simpered and I blinked. Were we talking about drinks now? When had the subject changed?
“Well, champagne colored fabric would stain very easily…. I suppose I’ll have to discuss this with Kookie… ” She sighed in long suffering and I grimaced. Good luck holding a decent conversation with that prick, I thought miserably, wanting to sink into the ground and never rise.
“You could ask him, Reumie… You both share classes don’t you?” My mother waggled her eyebrows and I floundered. If I went within five feet of Jeon Jung Kook, THE Jeon Jung Kook I’d be torn to bits, if not by the monster itself, than at least by the legion of fangirls who followed him like bitches in heat. I mean, okay the guy was good looking but the ridiculous extent to which they worshipped him was enough to make me blanche.
Which made the very prospect of me marrying him, something like a death sentence. I was going to die, there really was no question about it? Who cared if I wore blue or champagne on my wedding day? I’d be buried in black anyway.
“Do that then. And call me tomorrow. Without fail.” Mrs. Jeon said firmly and I groaned. I’d never spoken to Jung Kook before. Not even once. He hung out in a completely different crowd in our college, the elite crowd. I mean, the more elite crowd seeing as my entire college was filled with rich kids. I wasn’t an exception. My father had recently patented a bunch of stuff that had earned us a lot of money in a short time. So i was, what the kids in my college called, new money. And apparently, Jeon Inc., had taken notice of my father’s suddenly booming business and where willing to invest , provided I married their son. It was simple really.
Mr. Jeon wanted my father’s company to pass on to Jeon inc., after my father and since i was the only daughter, if I married Jeon, a merger would be inevitable. I didn’t want to marry him but I didn’t really know how to stop the dominoes crashing down around me. I’d protested verbally and my father had threatened to disown me. And while the thought of going out of my home, making it big as an artist, all by myself was very cool-sounding, I didn’t really dislike my parents. I liked them, loved them even on somedays and i would never put them, and myself through that kind of emotional stress.
My parents had never been cruel. They treated me well, loved me in all ways and while my mom could be a bit over the top in her need to fit in with high class society wives with more money than sense, she was still a nice lady. Shallow but nice.
When we reached home after bidding Mrs. Jeon goodbye , I found my father sitting in his study. He smiled vacantly when he saw me.
“Reumie… How was your day?” He said blankly, returning to flip through his files. I bit my lips and went over to him.
“Father, can i still stay here at home, after I marry Jeon Jung kook.” I said in a rush.
My father startled and frowned.
“Why on earth would you do that?” He shook his head , annoyed.
“Father, my college… i mean the people in my college , if they knew I was living with Jung Kook…” I begged.
“This isn’t a private marriage , Reumie. It’s a public affair. People are going to know… I’ve already bought a condo for both of you close to your college. In fact, here’s the key, you should go check it out with Jung kook when you meet up with him. ” He hesitated and stared at me. “ Jung Kook is a bit introverted. You have to be the one to reach out to him, alright? Don’t be your usual rude self and act nice. Have you met him for coffee?”
I stared in mute rebellion. I’d never spoken a single word to Jung Kook.
“I’.. I will.” I said finally defeated.
“Your mother was telling me you were supposed to discuss the decoration color scheme with him as well. Go see the condo, get coffee, discuss about your wedding and go meet your mother in law tomorrow. Don’t mess things up for me, understand?”
Apparently, no one was on my side. I couldn’t put it off anymore. I would have to go talk to Jeon Jung Kook.
“Talk to him? Really? He’ll bite your head off.” My best friend Soyou grimaced glancing over at Jeon Jung Kook who had an arm wrapped around his latest flame. She was so tall she nearly went past Jung kook himself who was freakishly tall as it was. She was also unnaturally beautiful, i thought with a grimace. I couldn’t quite understand the obsession with the perfect features that plagued all my classmates. Apparently, looking normal was a crime. They spent millions on their face tweaking every perceived flaw till all of them pretty much looked the same.
“I don’t really have a choice.” I said softly, glancing down at the keys to the condominium in my hand.
“Well you could at least wear something nice…” Soyou grimaced glaring at my choice of outfit. I spluttered in indignation. I was wearing a black men’s shirt and skinny jeans. What could possibly be wrong with that?!
“Are you serious?” I rolled my eyes.
“Everyone knows Jungkook hates girl who wear shirts.”
Why on earth would someone hate shirts??
“Honestly, I’m supposed to dress for him, now?” I said wrinkling my nose in distaste.
“If you’re going to marry him, then yes.” Soyou pointed out.
I frowned deeper.
“you’re useless. Anyway, it’s not like i can actually go buy a dress just to talk to him. My dad will kill me if i don’t talk to him today.” I swallowed a bit and casually glanced at Jung Kook who was standing a good fifteen feet away surrounded by his gang of friends.
His gaze shifted right then to me and I flinched.
Jeon Jung Kook was beautiful. Well, in the way a man could be beautiful. He was tall, a good foot taller than me and he was lean and perfectly proportioned. Ebony black hair that was always perfectly styled , a face that was absolutely flawlessly proportionate and pearly white teeth. He fairly radiated beauty. It was almost unpleasantly blinding.
I looked away quickly and Soyou gave me a slight smile.
"Still, I’d say you should be careful. He’s not exactly known for being nice.” She grimaced. I supposed she was right. JungKook and his gang of surly seniors weren’t the sort you’d want to mess with.
I hung back after class, my feet aching from how long I’d been standing here, waiting for my fiance to come out of the men’s room. He’d disappeared into it a good thirty minutes earlier and I was starting to feel a little worried.
Did he slip and fall and crack his head on the porcelain sink?
I should be so lucky.
Groaning, but with time running out, I finally gave up and slowly made my way to the carved door of the restroom. I opened it partially and peered in for any signs of life.
I yelped and tripped over my own two feet, the slightly slippery surface making me slide and hit my waist against the granite counter on the side. I stared in surprise when Jung Kook appeared in front, leering in a way that was anything but friendly.
“I was waiting for you… ” He glanced at my hair and then my clothes and then without warning reached out and gripped my chin in a bruising grip that drew a whimper out of me. I clawed at his wrist, trying to make him let go but he didn’t feel a thing. He was hurting me and I was too stunned to process why.
I flinched when he twisted my jaw to the side, seeming to examine my face from all angles.
“Button nose, thin lips, mousy brown hair and boring black eyes. If you’re father’s such a hotshot, shouldn’t he be at least fixing your face before foisting you off on me?” He drawled . I shoved hard at his shoulders and he let go, looking surprised.
“You… ” i couldn’t form words. My jaw was throbbing so bad and the pain was surreal. No one had hurt me physically before.
“Me..” He mocked, “ I’m not into ugly women. So go tell your parents you don’t want to marry me.” He growled. I just stared at him.
“You rude bastard…” His eyes flared at the insult but I was too enraged to care, “ You think I want to marry you… I..”
He snarled and pushed me up against the wall, so hard my bones jarred inside me. I was so winded, i couldn’t draw my next breath in.
“You think I’m Prince charming, sweetheart? You think I give a flying fuck about what you want? Newsflash, I don’t give a shit what happens to you or your father … But if you want to live, you’ll stay the hell away from me…”
His hand slipped down and to my complete horror, he squeezed my breast so hard that my knees knocked together. His thumb pressed into the tip with painful force and my entire body twisted in violent protest.
“I’m not gentle, in bed or out of it… thin little thing like you…You’ll break within an hour…. You don’t want that do you??” He said , voice deep and angry and I felt my throat go dry. Good god, was this the same guy who walked around in perfectly pressed shirts and clean cut slacks and ties? Who acted like he was a model student, all perfect diction and grades and polite respect for elders. The so called heir to the biggest conglomerate in Asia.
“Get away from me…” I choked out, trying to wriggle out of his grip but his entire body was pinning me to the wall, his hips anchoring me in place like a millstone.
“I heard you’re a virgin…” He grinned and I froze.
“Shut up…” I said not in any mood to listen to what he was about to say.
“Are you sure you want my cock inside you for your first time, babe? It’ll hurt …I won’t be kind you know…. ” He bit down on my neck and nausea rose up inside my throat like a snake rearing it’s head. I wanted to vomit all over his face. I wish I did.
“You disgusting son of a bitch…” I ground out pummeling his shoulders, stunned by how physically sturdy he was. My blows had absolutely zero impact on his body.
“I don’t care if you do marry me… It’s not like I’ll have to be faithful to you or anything anyway, but you…you’d better be careful. I can be a little hard…” He ground his hips into my stomach and i felt my eyes widen when his erection pressed into me. “ to get along with. ”
Finally he drew away and I sank to the floor , my knees giving out and my jaw throbbing. I was going to have a bruise there, I knew.
“Still want to marry me , princess?” He sneered.
“Go to hell…” I managed to get out. He frowned , reaching out and gripping my wrist hard.
“Thought so. Now run along like a good girl and tell your parents you want to call off the wedding.”
He squatted down and before i could crawl away, his fingers sank into the hair at the back of my head and he yanked me up sharply, making my scalp burn . I whimpered , when he glared down at me, face inches from mine. I tried to dig my nails into his wrist but it was pointless.
“If you end up being my wife, I don’t know what I’ll do to you…” He hissed and I stared because his eyes…they weren’t dark like they looked but an odd color of navy grey. He let go of my hair and I crawled away till my back hit the wall. I’d never been so terrified in my life.
“If you don’t stay away from me, I’ll fuck you up. Don’t say i didn’t warn you!!”
With that he stalked out slamming the door shut behind him.
“I won’t marry him!! They can drag me kicking and screaming to the altar but I won’t!!"I sobbed while Soyou hugged me close as I rocked back and forth on the small cot in her bedroom. She tried to soothe me but my mind was stuck on a state of catatonic shock. The bruise on my chin was an ugly shade of purple and my waist hurt from where he’d gripped me so hard. I couldn’t imagine anything worse than being stuck with him permanently. He was a monster.
"Babe, you know it’s not that easy…?Maybe you should talk to him…”
“Talk?!” I said shrilly. “ He said he’d rape me!! ” I shrieked.
“Jesus, calm down…” Soyou hissed and I fought to get my breath back.
“I need your help. ” I said desperately and Soyou looked stricken.
“there’s a bus to Busan at 7.30PM tonight. I have relatives there. My grandparents, they’ll …i mean I could stay with them, in case my parents kick me out when they find out. But I’ve only got 25000 Won I need some more to get the ticket… You’ve got to help me…”
“You’re running away ? Because of Jeon Jung Kook…That’s ridiculous…” Soyou shook her head in disbelief and I groaned in defeat.
“Why won’t anyone believe me? He’s not the kind of guy he makes himself out to be…i don’t… I can’t marry him, Soyou he’ll kill me.” She was supposed to be my best friend. She usually believed, implicitly, anything i told her. But even she wouldn’t accept that Jeon Jung Kook had hurt me.
“You’re not even listening to yourself. He’s just a rich guy from college. Not some sort of a gangster like you’re making him out to be. Rape is a crime for heaven’s sake. He’s not going to do something criminal. He has a reputation to hold. In fact did it strike you that maybe he’s just trying to get to you? You do know that the chick he’s hanging out with is the daughter of one of your father’s business rivals?” She said bluntly.
“Jiah Lin. That’s her name. Her father’s been trying to get Jeon Inc., to invest for years now. It’s entirely possible that he just wants his girlfriend’s father to have a better chance. Maybe if you refuse he’ll marry her and her father will get what’s rightfully your father’s…” Soyou said calmly.
I felt unaccountably foolish.
“You really think, that’s it? He was just trying to scare me?” My throbbing chin said otherwise.
“He’s shady enough to do that… ” She shrugged and i fell back against the bed, thoroughly confused. What was wrong with my life? One part of me absolutely boiled in anger at the way he had treated me. The other more rational part accepted that he was stronger, richer and he had the upper hand. Both parts agreed wholeheartedly that i should stay the hell away from him. But Soyou was right. My father had worked way too hard to reach the position he was in now. He needed and deserved that investment. This deal was important to him, something he had really earned with years of hard work.
“So, I should marry him…?” I said confused. It was still a distasteful thought. Even if the whole violent thing was an act, there was no denying that Jung kook was a horrible guy to get along with.
“you should definitely talk to him. Tell him you know his game. Maybe he’ll own up. Admit it. Then you can decide what to do.”
I almost screamed when I saw Jung kook the next day, leaning against my locker looking like he’d stepped out of some expensive business magazine. I hesitated, debating the pros and cons of walking up to him right now. Finally, I sighed and made my way over , gripping the book in my hand. I would honest to god, whack him with it if he touched me, I told myself.
“Hi…bitch.” He said with a sneer and i went stiff. I hated people who used profanities like that.
“Bastard.” I shot back and he grinned.
“So feisty. I’d love to break you in properly. In fact, I was thinking, even if we didn’t get married, you could definitely use some schooling on how to treat your betters.” He drawled.
“My betters? Don’t see any, right now…” I shrugged and his eyes narrowed a fraction.
“What’s your deal? Do you like getting hit? Why’re you baiting me?” He snapped .
“I know what you’re doing… My father deserves the investment and i won’t let you scare me away.” I said furiously .
He looked confused for a second and I faltered.
“What the fuck are you on about?” He said looking confused and the look of confusion on his face was too real to be feigned. I felt foreboding rise inside me.
“You want to marry that girlfriend of yours… So you’re trying to make me break up with you. Well , I won’t… I’m not scared of you…”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about but that last bit is really interesting.. You’re not afraid of me?” He raised an eyebrow and pushed away from the locker. I blinked when he rolled his shoulders and flexed his arms, stretching lightly till his shirt rod up his hips, flashing a sliver of pale white skin.
“You really should be sweetheart. I won’t be crossing any lines with you because as far as I’m concerned, there are no lines. Anything goes…. Does that really not scare you??”
He was coming closer and closer and I took a step back.
Run, every instinct inside me screamed.
“I… I’m leaving…” I stuttered out, turning tail and dashing away.
I barely made it a few steps when his arm came around my waist, lifting me clear off the ground as he dragged me back. I started screaming just a second too late. His palm pressed into my mouth, the metal rings around his fingers digging into the flesh of my lips and jaw as he dragged me around the lockers to the abandoned classrooms on the other side. My eyes went wide and my heart nearly gave out.
I tried to bite down on his hand and kicked out wildly but he was so much taller, so much stronger and the grip on my waist was so tight that my stomach felt like it was being ripped apart.
“Look at you… You’re absolutely fearless aren’t you? It’s so bloody infuriating , seeing you running that pretty little mouth back at me even when I’m twisting and bending you as I wish… It’s like you want me to hurt you… is that it babe? Do you get off on me tossing you around?? Does it turn you on, me manhandling you like this?? ” He panted and the tears stung , part from anger, part fear and partly from pure agony.
Why the hell was this guy so strong? I kicked out harder but my legs barely hit the floor . He shouldered the door of the classroom open with enough force to send the peeled plywood door rocking against the opposite wall. The brute strength in his movements only terrified me more.
Damn you Soyou!!
He tossed me to the floor roughly and I crawled away on all fours, choking on air as I tried to swallow.
“Get away from me…” I could feel my knees burning with stinging pain. . I glanced down. The floor had apparently been covered by shattered glass shards. Cursing my luck I tried to scramble to my feet only to loose my footing and land hard on my bottom. He looked amused as he stalked over to me.
“Since you’re already on your knees, why not show me how good you are with that mouth? Surely, that tongue should be good at something other than riling me up ?? Oppa, could use some loving right now, jagi….” He raised an eyebrow and began removing his belt.
Bile rose inside me in a rush and I whimpered, moving to get away again and he grabbed me tighter, pushing me up against the wall again before yanking both my wrists together and tying them with his belt . He was tying me up. He was actually tying me up!!
I screamed so loud that my head began to ache and Jung kook swore.
“Shut the fuck up or i’m going to stuff my tie in your mouth!” He gritted out and the violent imagery made me freeze. He knelt over me, straddling my waist and I started shaking as he reached for the first button of my shirt.
The door to the clasroom slammed open, hitting the wall and startling both of us.
“Jeon Jung Kook, what the hell are you doing, you idiot??!!”
The loud voice made him pause and I peered over his broad shoulders. I caught sight of an unfamiliar guy with blonde hair, a look of bored distaste on his face.
“Oh, hi Yoongi hyung. Just having a little fun with my little wife.” He called out cheerfully and I stared at him in disbelief. His fingers were still half way unbuttoning my shirt.
He wasn’t just dangerous, he was a psychopath.
Thankfully , this Yoongi had some sense.
When he took one look at me , pinned to the wall with my arms twisted unnaturally ,he swore angrily and dragged Jung kook off me. No mean feat that. The other was so much more slender and shorter.
But Jung Kook moved away with a grunt and Yoongi stared at me in curiosity.
“Why the hell would you come here with this son of a bitch? He’s not known for treating women right… ” He shook his head in disbelief and I bristled while the obviously older guy loosened the knot around my wrists.
“He dragged me here…” I glared and Jung Kook shrugged.
“She’s my wife hyung. The gift wrapped present my parents got me for christmas.I told her to go break up the engagement if she wants to live but apparently she has no self preservation at all. She actually came back looking for me. It’s like she can’t get enough…. ” He leered. I yanked my hand away and pushed Min Yoongi away when he reached for me. He held both his hands up .
“Easy…I’m not trying to hurt you…. What on earth are you doing here by yourself, kid? Get out..” He said with a shake of his head.
I really didn’t need to be told twice.
“I’ll be coming for dinner tonight. Your parents better tell me they want the engagement broken or I’m coming after you…” Jung Kook snarled the moment I reached the door.
It took me a good hour to calm myself down.
“Mother, you don’t understand…” I pleaded but my mother gave my long hair a yank, trying to get me to stay still while she plaited the strands into some sort of a side plait. It looked ridiculous on me, or so I felt. I wasn’t thin and the dress she’d squeezed me caused me to spill out of all the wrong places.
“If he wants to call off the engagement then fine, i won’t blame you for it. But we’re doing no such thing.” My mother said firmly after listening to my account of what happened with growing disbelief. Apparently a ‘nice guy’ like Jeon Jung kook would never treat women like that and I should ’ stop making filthy lies ’ just to get out of the marriage.
“But he hurt me…” I wanted to scream the place down but apparently nothing would convince my parents.
When the doorbell rang my soul actually left me for a second.
Hands clenched into fists , I gritted my teeth and stepped into the huge hallway , noting absently that my mom had the house cleaned to a sparkle. When I looked at Jeon Jung kook I momentarily stumbled.
He looked flawless.
Tall, strapping, dressed in perfectly tailored suit with the jacket left open, his shirt a deep purple silky and soft even by sight. His hair was styled to perfection and his long, long lashes made it look like he’s lined his eyes with kohl. Twin piercing glittered on his ears and his lips curved in a breathtaking smile, directed at my mother. When he turned to me his eyes narrowed and then widened.
“Jagi…” He purred and i went perfectly still.
He stepped right up to me and pulled me into a hug and I froze in surprise, the warmth of his body permeating through my dress and setting me on fire. There was no strength behind his hug, just a warm pressure , overflowing with affection and if i didn’t know for a fact that he’d dragged me by my hair less than four hours ago , I may have melted into the embrace.
He pulled back and to my complete horror, his palms went to my face, thumb lightly tracing the fading bruise on my chin.The one he’d put there when I’d first met him.
“Oh, what’s this…did you hit yourself somewhere?? you should be careful , aegiya….” He shook his head before bending low and actually dropping a kiss on the corner of my mouth. My tongue refused to come unglued from the roof of my mouth. I thought i’d never speak again, my voice completely shocked out of me.
“What do you think you’re doing?” I hissed under my breath.
“Being the perfect husband…” HE said, voice husky as he lightly flicked my lower lip.
I bit my lip so hard i almost drew blood.
Dinner was torture.
I was sitting next to him and about half way through, his hand dropped to my knee underneath the table. I couldn’t chew the food in my mouth, fear and apprehension building up so fast inside me that I was sure my heart was going to give out. It was clear that he wanted me to mess up. Do something that he could later use against me. He was actually succeeding because i was this close to chucking the glass of wine on his face. But i didn’t. I would be the bad guy then and he would likely deny everything and my parents would murder me.
So I clenched my fists and tried to endure.
And then he lightly yanked my dress, till the fabric kept going up and up , past my thigh while I futilely tried to yank the fabric back down, without tearing it.
“Reumie…. what are you doing?” My mother hissed from across the table and I sighed in defeat, taking my hands off my legs. Never put your hands below the table had been my mother’s most strict rule and she looked like she was going to explode.
For a few minutes, Jung kook didn’t do anything, just let his fingers lie curved around my thighs. I could feel my skin burning up at the unfamiliar touch of male fingers. Just when I started to discreetly pull my leg away, his grip tightened, in a way that made pain shoot right up my muscles. I realized suddenly that he was way too strong for me to fight physically. And if he had a shred of decency he wouldn’t use brute strength against a girl, but clearly, decency and Jeon Jung Kook did not belong in the same language.
“Don’t move.” He said firmly and I gave him a desperate look.
“Don’t do this…” I begged , pride long gone. I just wanted him to leave me alone.
But his fingers slipped up my dress, thumb tracing circles on my inner thigh and then without any warning his fingers caught the hem of my panties and tugged it down.
I stood up so fast, I knocked the glass of wine in front of me , the red liquid, staining the snow white table cloth and the peach colored fabric of my dress in one long splash. I stumbled away quickly.
“Excuse me… ” I choked out and my mother looked beyond stunned. i didn’t wait for her to scream at me, instead turned around and fled right out of the dining hall, up two flights of stairs before stopping in front of my room.
What the hell had i got myself into? And how do I make it stop??
I’d barely managed to close the door behind me and step in when a polished boot came through the little space, stopping me.
Jung Kook pushed his way into my room and i yelped.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing….” I shouted but his palm came down on my mouth, pressing hard and pushing me back till I tripped over the carpet and fell into the bed. HE chased right after, crawling over till he was straddling my hips, glaring at me angrily.
“Didn’t you tell your parents you want the wedding called off…??” He snarled and I pushed his palm away from my mouth.
“If you want it called off , why on earth are you acting like you like me … You’re a psycho..” I panted while he rolled his hips against mine, the movement oddly jarring.He had insane control on his body, able to move specific parts of his hips and legs in any way he wanted. It was frightening.
“It looks like you don’t mind being married to me… Are you some kind of a masochist?” He drawled, trying to still my thrashing body with firm fingers at my waist.
“They aren’t listening…Get off me you monster!! ”
He flattened himself on my body and I started suffocating. He was too heavy and my bones were getting crushed, my lungs screaming in agony as they struggled to draw in air against the weight on my chest. I gasped and he mercifully lifted his upper body off my chest , hips and legs still pinning me down while i gulped down some much needed oxygen.
“Your hair is so fucking long….Get it cut…” He snapped reaching out and giving my plait a yank.
I glared in disbelief.
“It’s my hair… You do not get a say in how long it can be…” I spat out angrily and he stiffened.
“ You’re going to be my wife. Your hair makes you look like a country bumpkin… Get it cut short and styled properly. ” He said , finally lifting himself away from me. I crawled to my knees and glared at him. My hair was my favorite part of my body. I loved it. I enjoyed keeping it long no matter how often my mom asked me to have it cut. it was my one true act of rebellion against a society that called me too smart, too boyish and too stubborn.
I’d be damned if i let him take it away from me.
“If you think I’ll jump through hoops, just because you ask me to… you’re out of your mind. I’m not one of your brain dead whores…” I snapped.
He went scarily still.
“What did you say to me?”
I willed myself not to balk at the look on his face.
“You heard me…”
“You think… You have a choice? You think i won’t make you jump through hoops, if that’s what I want….??” He whispered , glaring daggers into me as he took a menacing step towards me. And then before I even knew what he was doing He reached for something in his boot and yanked it off.
I saw a brief flash of metal before his fingers gripped my waist length plait and yanked it so sharply that I lost my footing and slid right off the bed. A second later the pressure eased and he stepped away, holding about a foot length of my hair.
It took me two seconds to realize that he’d actually chopped my hair off. I let out a shriek of disbelief, grabbing my head, stunned to see that my hair barely fell past my ears now. My entire body began shaking in rage and disbelief.
“You son of a bitch…” I whispered, unable to move.
Angry tears spilled over my eyes while he stepped closer, threading fingers through my messy hair , yanking it a little gently.
“Don’t cry…. I hate women who cry…” He said softly, and then he pushed my chin up. “ If we are getting married. And something tells me we are…I’d rather you don’t fight me so much. Everytime you talk back to me , I want to bend and break you…” He whispered.
I stayed perfectly still, not trusting my own voice. What he’d done had crossed all possible lines . I would never forgive him. Never.
“Get your hair styled. And don’t ever tell me I can’t do something. ”
The door slammed shut behind him.
Author’s Note : As you can guess, i need psychiatric help. Welp. Sorry for your brains. I really am. Let me know what you thought. Okbye.
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Autistic Draco Malfoy being chronically manipulative because the many social rules and pureblood customs he was raised to memorize never gave him an understanding of how healthy, honest communication and interaction is supposed to work.
Autistic Draco Malfoy enjoying the pressure of the wind while flying.
Young Autistic Draco Malfoy trying to reach out to Harry by carefully following the manners, customs, social rules and speaking patterns that are considered socially acceptable and expected in the environment where he grew up. Young Autistic Draco Malfoy not understanding what he did wrong when Harry reacts negatively and rejects his friendship.
Autistic Draco Malfoy having trouble filtering and censoring his speech and coming across as overly rude and provocative because he says exactly what he thinks without evaluating how it might come across and whether it’s an appropriate thing to say in a specific situation.
Autistic Draco Malfoy having trouble with adjusting the tone of his voice, his body language and facial expressions and therefor often sounding and looking bored/unaffected when he isn’t.
Autistic Draco Malfoy loving Potions because it lets him follow precise recipes without unknown variables and confusing interactions.
Autistic Draco Malfoy being overly eloquent to cover up and compensate for the lack of nuance in his tone of voice, body language and facial expressions.
Autistic Draco Malfoy pressure stimming by wearing heavy capes and robes.
Autistic Draco Malfoy mimicking Lucius Malfoys body language and
speaking patterns without understanding that they make him come across
as rude and patronizing.
Autistic Draco Malfoy often touching/fiddling with things because he’s seeking tactile sensory input (- and therefor having trouble refraining from touching the different items in Borgin and Burkes when he visits the store with his father in Harry Potter and The Chamber of Secrets.)
Autistic Draco Malfoy having a very black and white world view in his
attempts at making sense of and categorizing the world around him.
Steal My Heart (steal my whole life too) Chapter Seven
Genre: Chaptered, fantasy AU, Prince!Phil, Thief!Dan, romance, enemies to lovers, angst and fluff, slow burn (like serious slow burn)
Warnings: some violence, mentions of death (no main characters), dark magic, descriptions of wounds/blood, some hints of sexual scenes (but no actual smut), murder, dangerous situations, stealing/thievery
Summary: Captain of the Royal Guard and Prince of Morellia, Philip Lester has never been given the chance to find love. Instead, he’s run from a system that works to end class differences and improve equality for its citizens. Happy as he is to make the world a better place, Phil can’t help feeling bitter towards his ancestors for making it impossible for him to find someone who will actually love him for more than just his title, and strives instead for a life of justice and doing good - only to meet his match in the King of Thieves, a man who will change everything he once thought he knew in life. Together, they must depart on a quest to save the kingdom, and, in the process, destroy their differences and find their own form of love.
Word count: 240,000+
Thanks so much to @phansdick for betaing this giant monster, as she’s been super helpful and encouraging with her little comments and endless excitement. We couldn’t have done it without you
Disclaimer: In no way do I claim that this is real or cast aspersions on Dan or Phil
For reference, @insanityplaysfics is Phil, @ineverhadmyinternetphase is Dan
We apologize immensely for the extended delay in the newest chapter, and appreciate everyone who was supportive of us when we asked for a temporary break. ineverhadmyinternetphase was finishing up the last few weeks of turn, and insanityplaysfics has been dealing with personal health issues, so unfortunately, the break was necessary. We are happy to announce that we are back now, and hopefully won’t need another break in positing the fic. Chapters will resume positing every Sunday :)) Again, thank you guys for all of your support!
thing is, for some reason (I live in Finland) it is only the higher-middle class and high class Finnish society that likes grey, white and (bland) monochrome designs. Most of the people use a lot of wood and earthy colors in their homes with hand-knit/crocheted blankets on the sofas and they generally love plants. It's kind of a shame Scandinavian architecture went in the bland-grey monochrome spectrum when the people love using the color blue, red, and peach+brown and green.
Hmm well I don’t know about the lower/higher class differences because I don’t live in Scandinavia but I’m not really suprised that ‘real homes’ are more colourful. I’ve visited Scandinavia multiple times and colour is definitely very visible there ;-). The thing is as well that a lot of my Scandinavian homes come from real estate sites. They love to keep things neutral and minimalistic purely for sales purposes.
Summary: The overly handsome boss, Lee Taemin has always put his work first. It cost him his marriage to his supermodel which he didn’t mind, his ex-wife wasn’t his favorite person. But put a stress on his bonding with his baby daughter. Which might truly not be his thanks to his ex-wife’s naughty habits. He finds himself getting more and more attracted to his adorable, hard working, sometimes cocky, and savage secretary/nanny who had always been by his side since the company went big.
Y/N L/N the overworked but optimistic with everything works for Lee Taemin and even got on a first name basis with her boss. He always seems kinder to her than his other workers. She’s stolen the heart of her handsome boss who wants to make her more than just a worker in the future. They bonded more over his daughter to the point he wants to fight for full custody after his ex injures their daughter and asks her to quit her job to help raise his daughter switching her payroll from secretary to nanny.
“Who the hell does he think he is?” you mumbled loudly as you began your long walk home. The air was chilled and made you wrap your arms around yourself. Your heels clacked as you walked down the sidewalk. You had spent like 5 minutes walking down to the entrance gate of the hotel from the probably overpriced driveway. “I hate rich people” you continue walking “damn” you hear as you walked passing two men you could simply describe as badass kind of ulzzang boys with visible tattoos covering the pale yet tanned skin. A smile came across your face before you looked down “baby where you going dressed like that?” you hear as they turned around and started to follow you “home” you tell them as they aw “you should go somewhere special” the taller one speaks looking you over “I’ve had a busy night already” you say as he smiles “move away from her” you hear as Taemin stood there. The two men turned towards him before looking back at you.
“Rich bitch” the shorter one comments after they realized Taemin was in an overpriced suit with a limo running behind him. “Go to hell. You look like a 5 year old with tattoos” you call as Taemin tugged you to the limo and grabbed the top of your head making you bend down and get into the limo.
You looked at your phone as a groan left your lips. The bold titles of ‘Lee Taemin’s Fierce New Woman’, ‘Sharp Tongued Girl Puts Boyfriend’s Ex In Place’,’ Lee Taemin And New Boo Already Splitting?’. You almost threw your phone before an article caught your eyes ’ Lee Taemin Clarifies His Relationship With Mystery Girl’ scanning you read Taemin’s words “she’s my assistant honestly. But she’s been there through all my troubles. Worked for me since the beginning and I wished to spoil her. My ex-wife has always been one for starting some form of drama and I luckily had her to stand up for me” it said as you saw a gray suit come into view and you quickly put your phone onto your desk.
Taemin stood with an over stern look there “you have caused much troubles for me” he spoke. “In my office” he ordered as you stood up nodding lightly opening the door for him as he walked in with you behind him. “I should have to clarify with new sources as much as I had to. I wanted a good time and nothing seemed to give me that” he said as he sat down on his black leather sofa. You looked down as you shifted in your spot. “I apologize for all the problems I’ve caused. Yeoseon is correct. I don’t belong with people on your level” you spoke truthfully as he looked up at you “level?” he questioned as he leaned back and crossed his legs. “The rich and beautiful. The high class of society. I’ve been working class my whole life. I’m just an assistant not an associate or anything fancy like that. If it’s alright I wish not to attend those with you anymore” you state as you straighten yourself up.
His face showed deep thought as he started processing it all. “No” he simply responded “what?” you said confused “you’re my assistant. You’re job is to follow me around and be there when I need your assistance. It’s your title after all” he said as his fingers locked themselves on his lap. “You’re no longer allowed to attend events that I don’t host. I assume you can remain professional in those situations. Where I know who will be attending the party because you create the list in the first place” he spoke. “What time is Yeoeun dropping your daughter off this week?” “she’s not dropping her off this week. She’s taking her to Jeju to visit her parents” he said simply. “Alright. I have a meeting scheduled with Mr. Choi this afternoon for you around 4” you stated “it’s a dinner not even a meeting” he informed checking his watch. You gave him a look, he once more had a colder feeling to him. “If you will excuse me” you state as you back out if the office.
Brandon Sanderson just described Mistborn as My Fair Lady meets Lord of the Rings and I just... don’t even know.
I was gonna argue that for a minute but then I typed out this whole bullet point essay about it and accidentally convinced myself he was right. whoops.
I do think those comparisons are only valid through Final Empire? but yes, there are… a lot of parallels:
Vin’s training to be Valette is kind of in the vague realm of the ‘working-class to high-society transformation’ thing from My Fair Lady, even if it’s not the main plot
similarly, Vin’s outburst at the crew about not knowing what it’s like to be not noble is similar to Eliza’s outburst at Higgins
also the whole thing with Freddy and “Show Me” vs Elend and “you came back”? geez, frick, now I’m emotional about Vin and Elend again
the ambiguity about whether or not Eliza and Higgins reconciled at the end is kinda mirrored in Kelsier frickin dying after he and Vin have an argument
and I see the Lord of the Rings stuff too. take down the evil semi-immortal dictator by destroying/taking away what keeps him alive and killing him, involving kind of a long and semi-convoluted quest, distracting the agents of evil to get to him, etc
also Kelsier is Gandalf in this metaphor because he dies, but then he doesn’t actually frickin die, which I find rather appropriate
and because he orchestrates most of it
lots of other stuff I could probably articulate way better than the My Fair Lady stuff but I’m tired and I really need to sleep so I can wake up at the time I need to wake up at tomorrow. so maybe I’ll add more onto this bit later
or if anyone else wants to chip in that’s super cool too
personally I think Cinderella’s a little bit of a better fit for the overall Valette arc? goes to balls looking like a nobleperson, accidentally meets high-class person she ends up really liking, high-class person thinks she’s a nobleperson, she has to flee, high-class person goes to find her even after discovering she’s not a nobleperson
but I still really like the Freddy parallel
I’m an enormous sap
I thought I had another counterpoint but I lost it. if I find it again I’ll add it later