𝐁𝐓𝐒 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝟑 | 𝐅𝐈𝐍

jungkook - request

TheMonsterofReading i apologise again for missing your request but i hope you enjoy it!

You bow your head, keeping your bothered gaze trained on the floor. Your master stares at you unapologetically, his anger radiating off him in waves.

"I'm appalled by your actions. Punishing Master Song with the poisons that I trusted you with is stepping over the line, Y/N."

You don't dare move, the sound of the door opening from behind you making you flinch. His punishments are always the worst.

"For this crime, you will be deemed immortality and poison immunity. By that it means, you can't die but whatever poison we make you take will have their effects on you without causing you death. It'll hurt ten times more than anything."

There's a prick in your arm before waves of fire roll through your veins. He smiles sadistically at you, feeling proud of his handy work. Your screams echo off the walls, no-one coming to help you.

Subconsciously rubbing at your arm, you snap out of your daze to come face to face with your friend. "You ok?" She asks, smoothing down bits of your hair.

You nod and offer her a smile for today, you meet BTS. Sure, you're about one thousand years older than they are but it doesn't mean you can't fangirl like the twenty three year old you look like.

The lady working the fan meet checks your wrist bands before allowing you in, barely even getting to utter a word before the next bunch of girls push in. Chuckling, you follow your friend's lead to the front, squealing at the sight of Jimin poking his head out from behind the corner.

"Ahh," your friend gushes, "he's so cute!" You giggle with her, the boys piling out onto the stage as the doors close.

"Hi!" Namjoon yells, waving at the loud crowd. Your eyes meet Jungkook's, automatically sending him a warm smile. He laughs and waves shyly at you.

Finally, it's time for them to meet the fans.

You are practically jumping up and down as you near the front, counting down the people that pass you until it's your turn. A young girl with striking red hair makes her way to Jungkook, holding out a tray of chocolates.

You frown as she brushes past you, a familiar scent wafting into your nose, alarm bells ringing. Immediately, you're thrown back to the years of torture you endured tasting those damned poisons and memorising their effects.

The one that this lady has in her treats is a special mix of hormone inducing chemicals and drowsiness chemicals. You grimace at her presumed plan and push past people in the line, ignoring their shouts and pulls.

Your main goal is to save Jungkook's life.

The guards grab you by the arm, pushing you into the barrier. Growling, you slide underneath their open legs and make a run for it, slapping the chocolate out of Jungkook's hand.

"What-"

"Don't," you choke out, taking the box into your arms, "they're poisoned."

He gulps, pushing his chair back in a panic as he stands. The guards wait below, unsure of how much of a threat you are. The boys begin to crowd Jungkook, pulling him behind their wall.

"And how would you know that?" Taehyung asks threateningly, giving you and the cowering girl a skeptical look.

Sighing, you take a bite out of it, spitting the bitten half out before more than a few drops of the poison can slide down your throat. The glowing purple slides out of the chocolate and onto the table, burning a hole right through it.

"That's how."

The guards pull the now screaming girl away, telling fans to move as far back as possible. You rub at your temple, turning the boys apologetically.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to ruin this, I ju-"

Jungkook manages to escape the circle around him and throws himself into your arms, breathing heavily against your neck. "Thank you so much. I could've died."

You bite your lip and pat his back, smiling brightly when he pulls away.

"I have to repay you somehow." You go to protest, ultimately letting your mouth shut when he smiles cutely at you.

"How about some free merch? I'd give you concert tickets or something but we aren't performing anywhere. Is that enough?" He blurts out, looking at you hopefully.

"It's more than enough, thank you. I'm Y/N, by the way." You confirm, bowing politely at them.

The fan meet is cancelled and after a few minutes back stage to organise your free merch deals, you can finally head home.

Your surroundings begin to sway but you ignore it, assuring your friend that it's fine for you to catch an Uber. You too would've left with how long you were taking.

A sudden warmth burns in your area, your eyes widening. The effects. You completely forgot. Struggling to stay upright, you stumble onto the road, whining for some help.

The lights go unnoticed by you until you feel the sharpest of pains on your right side. There are muffled yells and hands touching your cheeks. You lean into them, slowly slipping in and out of consciousness.

"Call the ambulance," is the last thing you hear before passing out completely.

You see, you could've died. It would've been close but because of your immortality, you float in a dark space, awaiting your body to get enough energy to get up. You're finally sucked back, gasping for air as you sit upright.

"Hey, woah, woah. Calm down," a soothing voice calls out to you, helping you lower yourself back down. Wincing as you look over, you smile tiredly at a worried looking Jungkook.

"Hey, we're even," you giggle, your energy slowly getting back to its normal levels.

He chuckles, wiping at his eyes. "God, I'm so glad you're ok. And I'm also so fucking sorry for hitting you with our van."

You wave off his apology and smile. "How am I getting repaid for this one?"

"Dinner. Next week. It's the least I can do."

You nod, eyes closing to their own accord, the soft smile playing on your lips growing