9TIMES IN A ROW : JUNGKOOK FF SMUT

FINAL: PT1

(RedRoom | FINAL PT1)

**Y/N POV**

I woke up with a dull ache pounding in my head. As I sat up, my eyes found Jimin and Jungkook lying beside me, both looking exhausted. I carefully slipped out of bed and made my way to the shower.

The events of the night before still felt like a fog in my mind. I couldn’t quite believe what had happened—that I had been with my husband,

  andhis brother, at the same time. My hands were numb as I let the water cascade over me, not really showering, just letting the droplets fall as my thoughts spiraled.

I couldn't remember much, just fragments… but I could never forget their plan.

It kept echoing in my mind, an indelible trace. I didn’t know how to feel about it.

Part of me was still in shock. Despite everything that had transpired, it was like I hadn't truly *been* there—

like I was on autopilot, incapable of clear thought. I hadn’t been able to think straight last night. I felt... dizzy, almost as if I were under some kind of spell.

Was I? Did they do something to me? I couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t right.

Something was pulling at me from the edges of my consciousness.

I stepped out of the shower, the steam still clinging to the air, and noticed them—still asleep, undisturbed.

I dressed quickly, pulled on my clothes, and reached for my phone on the table.

But then my eyes landed on something else.

I froze. Is this… Viagra?

The shock hit me like a cold wave, my breath catching in my throat.

So that’s why I’d been feeling... off last night.

But there was more, something deeper nagging at me, a cold pit in my stomach.

I wasn’t just surprised. I was certain of it now—they’re hiding something from me.

Wait... I froze mid-thought, suddenly struck by a chilling realization.

Grabbing my phone, I started frantically searching for more information about my husband and Jungkook—about their identities.

I realized, with growing unease, that I knew so little about them.

*3rd Person's POV* 

As you search for answers, your eyes land on an article that sends a chill down your spine. It details two men, eerily familiar, known for their dark and twisted habits. 

Article:

"They stalk their victims, weave webs of affection, manipulate and seduce, only to destroy—murdering them once they've lost interest, and then moving on to their next prey."_ 

The article continues, but the words blur as your mind races. *"The two have yet to be apprehended. Authorities warn that they are skilled at hiding their true identities and blending into society. If you suspect anything, do not hesitate to call this number..."*

Your body goes rigid, and for a moment, the world around you seems to crumble.

Your hands tremble, a cold sweat prickles your skin. Your heart hammers in your chest, deafening in its frantic beat.

You stare at the screen, unable to tear your eyes away, as the room spins around you.

"Y/N?" A hand patted your shoulder, and you turned around, your eyes widening when you saw Jungkook and Jimin standing there.

"What's wrong, baby?" Jungkook asked,

his voice laced with concern, while Jimin’s gaze flicked to your phone.

You instinctively hid it behind you, your breath quickening with nervousness.

Jimin studied you intently. His expression was fierce, but there was no anger in his smile.

"Hand me your phone, hon," he said smoothly.

"You've been a very naughty girl."

You hesitated, refusing to give it to him. That’s when Jungkook,

catching the unspoken signal, reached out and snatched it from your grasp.

"Well, well, well," Jungkook smirked, holding the phone triumphantly.

"Look who’s the first to figure out our plan. Clever girl, isn’t she?"

You took a slow step back, heart racing as the realization set in.

"Don't act like you don’t know what you’re doing!" you shouted, your voice cutting through the tension.

"No! DON'T COME ANY CLOSER!" Your breath hitched as you backed away, the anger surging within you.

"I knew you two were manipulating me! Hypnotizing me into acting like... like some kind of toy! How could you—how dare you trick me like that?"

Jimin's expression darkened, a glimmer of irritation flickering in his eyes.

"You know how much I hate being interrupted," he said,

his voice cool and measured, each word dripping with quiet menace.

  He motioned to Jungkook without a second glance.

"Jungkook. You know what to do."

Before you could react, Jungkook’s strong hands gripped you, lifting you effortlessly off the ground.

You fought, kicking and screaming, but his hold was unyielding.

Every desperate struggle only seemed to fuel his strength as he tossed you over his shoulder like you were nothing more than a doll.

"Let me go!" you screamed,

but your voice was drowned out by the sound of your heartbeat pounding in your ears.

The world around you spun as Jungkook carried you down an unfamiliar hallway,

the dim glow of red LED lights casting an eerie hue over everything.

He threw you onto a cold, unfamiliar bed, the sudden impact jarring you,

and before you could recover, he was already securing your limbs, tying you with practiced ease.

Panic rose in your chest, but the ropes were tight.

Your body felt paralyzed, each knot locking you further into place.

From across the room, Jimin's voice slithered through the heavy silence,

smooth as ever. "Welcome to the *Red Room*, my love."

His words were like a dark promise.

"You were supposed to be here next week," he continued,

his tone darkly amused, "but since you decided to ruin our little plan..."

He took a step closer, his eyes glinting with something dangerous. "Here you are, earlier than expected."

Your pulse quickened as he loomed over you, a slow, wicked smile spreading across his face.

"And naughty girls like you..." he paused, letting the silence stretch.

"deserve...
a punishment."

The weight of his words hung heavily in the air, and for the first time, you felt the true depth of the situation sink in.

Your breath caught in your throat, but Jimin only smiled, his gaze dark and unreadable.

“Prepare to have some fun with us,

for the last time.”