Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Gender neutral Yandere!Reader

Summary: You were determined to marry Jungkook. So crazily obsessed with him. And this happened to be that day.

Warnings: Yandere themes.

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This just didn't happen to double bunnies like him. This just didn't happen to anyone.

He should've known. When he was kidnapped right after the day he graduated university, he knew that he doesn't have friends or a family to search for him.

Great!

He was going to die in what smelled like a dungeon, sitting on the floor, blindfolded and his hands tied behind him, before having anyone to take his first kiss.

"You're awake, honey?" a voice echoed through the place and Jungkook felt a weight on his lap, feeling the aphrodisiac scent hit him. "Sorry that I kidnapped and locked you here. But I just wanted to make sure that you wouldn't struggle against me, and we'll get along."

"By the way, I'm Min Y/n. And you can call me honey, dear, baby, babe, and I'll tell more later, in our bed" you said, wrapping your arms around his neck as you intentionally squirmed on his lap, taking off his blindfold.

And then he looked at you who was looking back at him with a small but sexy smile, tiny tattoos on your shoulder, left thigh, forearm, ankle, nape, the back of your hand.

"I practiced tattooing" you replied shortly, following his eyes. You just wanted to match with the tattoos on his right arm.

"Why did you kidnap me?" he asked, finally tearing his eyes away from your revealed tattoos, since you were wearing a tank top and denim shorts, and looking into your eyes.

"Because I have no one to love like 'love'" you shrugged. "So, I'm two years older than you, began stalking you when you were about to finish high school" you said nonchalantly, playing with his shirt buttons.

"Oh" Jungkook said, looking at the floor. "You aren't going to let me go, are you?"

"Nope" you said with a smile, pecking his lips. "And that was my first kiss too" you informed before moving your legs, straddling him and untying his hands.

"C'mon, let's go upstairs" you said, getting off him, pulling his hand up so that he'd stand up and follow you.

You led him out of the dungeon, upstairs, to what seemed like the interior of a huge castle.

Making him stand in front of a table, you handed him a pen with a wide smile on your face. "I've already signed it. Now you should."

"Marriage certificate?" Jungkook mumbled, looking at what was in front of him on the table.

"You're sad that we don't have wedding rings? That's okay. I got wine and banana milk for us" you practically jumped up and down excitedly, kissing his cheek. "Faster. Sign it" you urged, pouting a little as he blinked his eyes.

He can't. He didn't want this.

Getting married is falling in love. And love is dangerous. It could kill him and-

'I'm going to die anyway.'

Jungkook thought before signing the marriage certificate and dropping the pen on it, a sigh escaping his lips while you side hugged him.

Hearing a small growl behind him, he froze for a moment before turning back. "WhatdafVck?!"

"Is that a wolf?!" he exclaimed and you just nodded.

"His name is Lucifer the 13th. I've been raising him after his family and twelve brothers died in the forest after a storm" you said, signaling Lucifer to come closer. "C'mere, baby."

Once he was near, you crouched down along with Jungkook, caressing his head.

"Meet Jeon Jungkook, your daddy, and my baby daddy" you added.

"Baby daddy?" Jungkook asked in confusion as he looked at you.

"Yeah. You're my baby, but sometimes you'll be my daddy. So, you're my baby daddy."

"Oh. You see, this might be too casual to throw it in the conversation, but speaking of me being a baby daddy, I'm sterile and-"

"I know, and I'm infertile too" you said before getting up with him. "I even have our medical reports from the regular check-ups."

"Is that why you wanted to marry me?" your now-husband asked and you shook your head as a no.

"I fell in love with you even before knowing that," you stated. "We'll adopt."

Pulling his hand towards the hallways, you started showing him around the place, introducing him to the few servants working in the place.

And then to Jin, your chef, his husband- Namjoon. Your elder brother, Yoongi, his fiancé, Jimin. And the hyperactive couple, Taehyung and Hoseok who are your brother's best friends. Y'all live together.

All the other people looked as if they were from The Walking Dead. No emotions on their face, but looking like that typical blunt butlers, as they just kept working.

It was almost like an asylum, but Jungkook loved it.

You seem to be a sweet, sexy and giddy person, a bit taller than him, who loves taking pictures of places. That's just one side of you.

You're also vicious, violent, psychotic, and fierce. There's little rhyme or reason to your moods, which makes you impossible to predict. But above all, you strive to enjoy life and love with Jungkook.

"This one's more beautiful" your husband stopped in front of one particular frame with a picture of a huge castle.

"Oh, this is where we're living" you said with a wide smile, kissing his cheek as you stared at the picture along with him while he nodded.

"Looks like a cold place" he mumbled and you hummed in response.

"Yeah. We're on top of the mountain, and surrounded only by the forest for, like, ten miles" you answered, holding his hand as you resumed walking, coming across one of the men working for you.

"Did you buy the banana milk?" you asked in a stern voice and he shook his head as a no, making you roll your eyes as you grabbed the vase from the corner, hitting his head.

The man fell down, holding his head. But before he could give an apology, you stomp your feet on his hand as you yelled Lucifer's name, and Jungkook saw the familiar wolf running to you from the end of the hallway.

"An extra dessert" you said and watched Lucifer lunge towards the man lying on the floor, tearing the flesh off his neck before starting to eat him.

"Wow" your husband mumbled, making you chuckle as you walked him to your bedroom with a smile, getting in and closing the door behind you, locking it.

Apparently, stalking Jungkook, marrying him, and throwing yourself at him wasn't enough. You had to get someone killed to arouse him enough to devour you.

Your room was looking like one from those vampire fantasies. Spooky, completely black themed, a huge bed with silk sheets that were black in color, silk curtains, in black again, and carpet too. His pictures hanging on the wall, in front of-

And it's exactly what he thinks it is. A stripper pole.

"I got it fixed before two years" you said while sneaking your arms around Jungkook's waist from behind. "So that I can practice for you" you whispered in a husky voice, nipping his earlobe. "Get myself off while looking at your pictures, imagining you with me."

"Oh" he said under his breath, feeling your hands go under his shirt to trace his abs.

When he gasped silently, closing his eyes, you unwrapped your arms from around his waist before moving to stand in front of him.

"C'mon, good boy" you said while wrapping your arms around his neck instead. "Be bad."

"No. I have Micmovophobia" Jungkook blurted out.

"That's okay," you said pushing him on the bed, crawling on top of him.

You slid your palms down the looking-like-bunny man's body, letting the intoxicating combination of love and lust pound through your veins.

"You're so sweet" you held his face in your hands to kiss him deeply, slowly unbuttoning his shirt and hand touching his bare chest.

You relish in the feel of it. Barely an hour ago, you were admiring it when he was unconscious, and now it's no longer just a tease. When you slide your hand down to his abs, Jungkook groans.

Pulling away from the kiss, he stared at you when you questioned him. "Do you think that you're ready, love?"

Meekly nodding his head, your husband placed his hands on your waist. "Yes."

(Nope-No smut-Just imagine)

You do not know whether he made love to you or you made love to him. The experience was so completely mutual.

It was more than just a simply pleasurable act between two people. It encompassed all that you both were going to share: trust and commitment, hopes and dreams, with love, a promise to make it through whatever the future might bring.

You pressed a soft kiss to your husband's cheek, licking the sharp line of his jaw, the chin that was extremely short.

"Y/n," Jungkook mumbled as he laid his head on your bare chest, still tired from all the love making.

"Yeah, baby?" you asked, waiting for him to speak himself.

"Would you do that pole dance for me?"

A/n

Painful and secretive, and so many bear the pain without saying a word. It is not a curse. Infertility is not a punishment for something you did or proof that you shouldn't have children. People are never at fault for their infertility. They are loved by their partners and are the most loving and caring. So many who want to be parents. There are also so many children out there, just wanting to be cared for, waiting for a loving home.