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A Game of Jealousy
PAIRING: Female Reader x Jung Hoseok x Park Jimin
GENRE: Romance, smut
WORD COUNT: 7,2 k
AUTHOR’S NOTE: Hello. I am very excited to share another BTS AU story! This is the longest one yet, and it’s my first time fully introducing smutty content. I struggled a bit with writer’s block on this one, but I’m so happy to finally share it with you! Bare in mind: English is not my first language, so I apologize in advance if you come across any errors. Enjoy. x
DESCRIPTION: You and Hoseok were fighting. Jimin, being the best friend to both of you, was caught in the middle. The question was: what was going to save your relationship? Or more likely; whom?
His body danced closed to yours. Hips thrusting passionately into you. His hands went all over your body and landed on your shoulders, keeping you close. The intimacy was hot and intense, yet playful. The sweat made your hair stick onto your forehead. You made a little cheeky smile as you moved to the rhythm of the music. His hands moved from its steady place at your shoulders down your arms and onto your… Hoseok turned off the video and threw his phone onto the closest sofa. An acquaintance of friend, of which Hoseok’s only met a few times, had sent the video from earlier that evening to their common friend, who had passed it on. This was personal and there were already too many people involved. Hoseok’s body language was calm on the outside, but he was angry like a radiant fire on the inside. Who did you think you are? This was the last night of their tour and they are about to head back to Seoul right after the concert. Home to you. He had been looking forward to it every day, until he’d laid his eyes on that video, which had left a feeling of disgust and betrayal in his body. How was he supposed to face you? How would he mask his anger, or more importantly - how would he hide how hurt he was? Seeing you so close with another man made his heart ache. Sure, he was well aware of the fact that you were a foreigner and that your cultures looked very different when it came to male and female relations. He knew there were different social rules regarding freedom, friendship and personal space, but he couldn’t help how that video made him feel. As the thoughts kept spiraling in Hoseok’s mind, he once again reached for his phone and dialed your number.
”Hello?” you answered with a sleepy voice. It was the middle of the night for you.
”Who do you think you are?”
”Excuse me?” you asked in surprise.
”Am I not enough for you?” Hoseok’s voice filled your conscience. It was as mad and fiery as dragon’s fire.
”What? What are you talking about?”
You tried to sit up in your bed, but you were too exhausted from clubbing and dancing that you hardly had any physical strength left. Why did Hoseok call you in the middle of the night, when he was supposed to come home in a couple of hours? And why was he upset with you?
”I saw you dance with another man! He had his hands all over you. Aren’t my hands enough?”
You sighed. You’d been asked to dance and you didn’t see why you couldn’t have a little innocent fun time.
”It was just one dance! It didn’t mean anything…” you tried to ensure him.
”We’ll continue this when I get home.”
He ended the call.
The following hours you had some time to reflect. You knew you’d crossed a line. Maybe it’d been a foolish idea to go clubbing with your friends - or more like acquaintances. It’s been a lot more challenging getting to know people on a deeper level in Seoul, than you’d thought. That was one of the reasons you had gone out with them in the first place. You were sick of being alone for months and months, and when some acquaintances from work had asked if you were into dancing and wanted to join them for the evening, you’d jumped at their invitation. You couldn’t wait to hang out with people outside of work and work dinners. To just have some fun and forget about how much you missed Hoseok, the man that owned your heart and had involuntarily made you give up your life as you knew it to move to South Korea to live with him. A choice you had made without effort, but still stung from time to time. Your family and friends were on the other side of the earth and you couldn’t help but to miss them. It didn’t help that Hoseok was touring most months of the year as well. Even if you were happy for him and the rest of BTS, that they got to live the dream that most artists only envision in their daydreams, it didn’t suppress the fact that you were in fact lonely as hell. Accepting the dance from the attractive man had been an unnecessary and poorly judged decision on your part, you were a bit too tipsy at that time to be the best of judge. His hands felt so good on your body. You’d missed the warmth and touch of a man. It’d made you completely lose yourself in the moment. You’d recognized him as an idol and got even more flattered that he’d payed attention to you. For you, it was all an innocent dance and you’d never let it progress into anything further than that. It was a bad excuse and you couldn’t imagine how much you’d hurt and angered your boyfriend. He would definitely let you know just how much when he got home.
Your body jumped as you heard the front door open and slam shut. The boys were home. Hoseok was home. You immediately felt your heart beat faster as voices approached closer. It was the following afternoon and you were hiding in the bedroom like a coward.
”Wow!”
”Look at this!”
You heard voices say from the kitchen. They must have seen your surprise; fruit platters and home made lemonades. You silently tip toed your way to the door. ”I am pathetic” you thought to yourself as you pressed your ear on the door to hear them better. To hear if Hoseok had anything to say about your kind gesture.
”Someone’s trying too hard.” Hoseok commented with a snide voice.
”But it’s still sweet of her.” Jimin replied with a genuine tone.
You couldn’t help but to smile. Jimin always had your back. He was a good person and probably the closest friend you had in the house, apart from Hoseok.
”Here, have a strawberry. You’ve hardly eaten.” Jimin said. ”It might make you feel better.”
”Get that away from me.” Hoseok defended himself. ”I’ll eat when I have an appetite. Right now I need to get some things sorted out.”
”Hobi-hyung…”
”Yes, Jimin?”
”Make sure to listen to her side of the story, okay?”
He didn’t reply. You heard footsteps approaching. Fuck, fuck, fuck. You sneaked back into the room and sat yourself on your side of the bed with a book on your lap. You couldn’t even focus enough to try to fake read. Your gaze was solely on the door. You watched it while you started to chew on a fingernail…You had no idea how this would turn out or what you would say to each other. All you heard was your heart beating and your nervous chewing. What if he doesn’t want to be with you anymore… how… your thoughts got disrupted by the bedroom door opening. Hoseok caught a glimpse of you right away. His face was impossible to read. He turned around and closed the door. You tried to take control of your breathing. He put down his suitcase and removed his jacket and hung it in the closet, his back exposed to you. Who was going to speak first?
”Why are you hiding in here?”
His voice was stern and short, but still calm. You wished you could see his face so you could prepare yourself for what next to come.
”I’m not hiding…” you replied.
”You are… and it’s fucking obvious.” he said as he turned around and to look at you.
There he was. His eyes was filled with something that you couldn’t put your finger on. Was it anger? Hurt? You kept eye contact as he made his way over to the bed. He gently sat himself down on his side, keeping a little distance between you.
”I thought you needed space.” you said as you put your book away on the night stand, giving you a few seconds to breathe and gather strength to once again meet his intense glare.
”You thought wrong… I need you.”
You turned back around and raised your eyebrows. Had you misheard him?
”What?” you manage to squeeze out.
”You heard me.”
”I… I don’t…” you started but he cut you off.
”Listen… We need to talk about… about what happened. But right now I just need my girlfriend to touch me, okay? I’ve missed you.” He made his way closer to you. Reaching for your hand with one hand and with the other he gently stroke you face. You close your eyes. You had missed him so much.
”I…”
”Sschh!” he whispered as he closed the distance between you and brushed his lips on yours. You took a deep breathe and inhaled his scent and gave into your emotions and kissed him back.
The kissing grew more intense. You hungrily devoured his lips as he pushed you down on the mattress. Oh, how you had missed his lips. His touch. It almost felt unreal that he was right here on top of you, melting into your body like you were one. His hands were brushing your hair out of your face as he made his way down to your breasts. He began squeezing them softly, but as his hunger for you grew more fierce, so did his touch. Suddenly he had a rush of getting you out of your dress so that he could free them. Your hair got tangled as he pulled the dress over your head and tossed it on the floor, but you didn’t mind since you were too consumed in the moment. Hoseok stopped for a second to admire the sight of your half naked body. You had not cared for putting on a bra, since you had been home all day and that decision was now very much appreciated by your boyfriend. The next second he attacked your breasts with his mouth. He hungrily started sucking on them and letting his tongue play with your nipples, that grew more sensitive by each second. You couldn’t keep your moans down. If the others were listening in, they’d hear the act of reconciliation. Or was it? Were you guys making up? Your thoughts got disrupted as he made a kissing trail downwards toward your underwear. With an animalistic growl, he tore them apart with his fists.
”What the fuck!” you gasped.
”Shut up.” he responded and once again attacked your lips.
You sighed into his mouth, letting him know you were upset, but the sigh turned into a moan as his fingers has started to play with your clit. His slender fingers played with you as skillful as a professional musician playing with their instrument. He knew every inns and outs of your body. Without a warning, he entered two fingers in you and started to pump in a fast growing pace.
”Aah, Hoseok… you’re going too fast! My body’s not warmed up yet.”
”I need you right now…” he whispered impatiently in your ear and used his thumb to stimulate your clit at as he continued to pump his fingers into you.
”Please, Hobi, be gentle.” you managed to get out in between your whimpering, already being a breathless mess.
He left a small growl in your ear as he removed his fingers. You inhaled sharply to catch your breath. He was rarely this ruthless in bed, you didn’t know if you liked this side or not. You guys had played it rough before, but he’d always been careful not to cross the line. This Hoseok didn’t seem to care as much, and that left you both scared and curious at the same time. He hardly left you any time to finish that strain of thought as you felt him position himself sternly between your legs. You take a look down at him and he’s already removed his clothes, all ready to continue to ravish you.
”Hoseok, I—” you began but got caught off guard by how he suddenly thrusted himself into you.
You screamed as he fastened his pace, almost drilling into you. Your mind went blank as your body barely had time to adjust to his size and it was hard to tell the pain and the pleasure apart, somehow they ended up being tangled up together.
”Oh shiiiit.” you exclaimed as he handled you without mercy. Your core was on fire.
Hoseok scoffed and smiled viciously as he continued to thrust into you with a ruthless pace.
”I’m gonna… I’m gonna cum.”
As soon as you uttered those words, Hoseok slowed down. He kept his thrusts slow but stern.
”Is that so?”
”What are you doing?” you asked, almost out of breath.
”Why should I let you cum?”
You met his gaze. His vicious smile made him look like the devil himself. Holding you from an orgasm was something Hoseok would never do. His attitude surprised you.
”What the fuck…”
He cut you off again by softly brushing your lips. You kissed him back, still confused by his manners. As he senses that your body had calmed down, he once again started to build up a faster speed. When he felt your walls starting to clench around him, he rolled his hips to change his pace. Why was he acting this way? Was this payback? Short thereafter, you got your answer as he slowed down to an alarmingly slow pace. Such an annoying tease.
”Hoseok, don’t play with me.”
”Like you played with my emotions?”
”You’re really doing this? Now?”
”Oh, you bet I’m doing this right now.”
”Get off me.”
He growled into your ear as he attacked your neck with his hungry lips, thinking it was just a teasing game you played to get on his nerves. As he tried to fuck into you yet again, you pushed him off. He might be taller than you, but his slim frame had made it easier for you to figure out how to use your strength on him. You scoffed in disbelief as you made your way out of the bed. Hoseok tried to catch your arm, but you waved him off.
”You’re such a baby.” you sighed as you slid on your dress in haste.
”Hey! Y/N!”
He continued to shout after you as you left the room without looking back.
The kitchen was now empty as the rest of the men were unpacking in their rooms. You took out a glass from one of the cabinets and filled it with water. You were furious. In the corner of your eye you noticed a figure appear. You kept drinking your water, thinking it was Hoseok that had followed you into the kitchen.
”What’s wrong?” the figure said and made you jump.
It wasn’t Hoseok, it was Jimin. You put the glass down on the kitchen island and released a big sigh that you’d been holding in.
”I just feel so fucking suffocated sometimes. I know that relationships works differently here and I don’t know how Korean men usually treat their women, but western women don’t accept shitty behavior from anyone, especially not from the ones that claims to love you! I’ve had enough.” your words were sharp like the edges of a knife. You felt sorry for Jimin for having to deal with the aftermath of your anger towards Hoseok, but your mind was too clouded by anger to calm down.
”You’re just saying that ’cause you’re upset.” Jimin said with a soothing voice, trying to calm you down.
You scoffed at his words and suddenly you felt your chest starting to contract, making it hard for you to breathe. You had do get out of the dorm, away from it all. Jimin raised his eyebrows as you pushed your way passed him and into the hallway.
”Where are you going?” he asked.
”Don’t act like you care…” you responded as you struggled to put on your shoes.
”I do care. I’m coming with you.” he said and reached for his own shoes.
”The hell you are… I’m older than you, I don’t need a babysitter.” you said as you put on your jacket.
”How about a friend, then?”
The genuine kindness behind those words managed to pierce through your hard shell of anger and you couldn’t help but to pity him. He was just trying to help.
”Fine, but we leave NOW!”
You both sat in the back of a taxi. Jimin tried to get your attention.
”Where are we going?” he asked.
You ignored his question as you showed the address to the driver.
”Wonho invited me to a party. I need to clear my head and this was the first thing that popped into mind.”
”Wonho? Monsta X Wonho? The one you danced with?” Jimin couldn’t believe his ears. Hoseok had shown him the video and when they’d recognized him, Hoseok had become even more furious.
”Yes.” you answered, not in the mood for having this conversation.
”Is that really a good idea? Hoseok will be…”
”How was it now again? Were you my friend or babysitter?”
Jimin bit his tongue. He felt awkward being in the middle of you two, but he knew that you didn’t have that many people to turn to and he saw you as a friend. A friend in need. He decided to shut up as the driver kept heading towards the designated address. He corrected his cap, snuck his phone out and immediately noticed that Hoseok had left him a text.
”Do you know where she is??”
He typed out an answer, making sure you were still looking out your side of the window.
”Don’t worry, I’m with her.”
”Show me your invitation, please.”
You had been queuing for a couple of minutes and were stopped by a guard who was standing in front of a discreet entrance outside the fancy apartment building where Wonho lived.
”Fuck.” you exclaimed.
”What?” Jimin said and looked at you.
”I didn’t get an actual invitation. He must have forgotten to send me one. I don’t even have a text about the party.” you responded.
”No invitation, no entrance.” the guard informed.
”Do you have his number?” Jimin asked and tried to stay hidden under his cap. It wasn’t much of a disguise, but he didn’t seem to have attracted that much attention. Well, until now.
”He’s not picking up.” you sighed impatiently.
Two young women walked passed the two of you and stopped as they laid their eyes on Jimin.
”OMG you’re Park Jimin!” ”Jimin!!” ”OMG I can’t believe it!” ”Jimin from BTS is here!”
The two girls kept giggling and gushing around Jimin, who tried his best to stay calm and smile. The guard had observed the entire scenario and raised his eyebrows as he suddenly recognized Jimin as well.
”Park Jimin, I’m sorry, I did not recognize you. Of course you are welcome to enter.” he said as he tapped in the code and opened the door for you.
”That we didn’t come to think of using that card sooner.” you teased as you entered the building.
”Watch it!” Jimin responded with the same teasing voice.
It didn’t take long for you to spot Wonho in the crowd. You made your way through the living room to greet him, with Jimin following your footsteps. He met your eyes and lit up as he gave you a friendly wave.
”I didn’t think you’d make it!”
”Oh, I was just in the neighborhood anyway…” you started off as Wonho noticed your companion.
”Park Jimin.” Wonho said with a surprised voice.
”Wonho-hyung. Hello.” Jimin greeted politely.
”Are you with Park Jimin? Are you guys dating?” he asked you half joking, half curious.
You burst out laughing.
”No, but that would have been so much easier!”
Jimin looked at you a bit confused, but somehow got flattered by your comment.
”No, she’s with Ho…” Jimin started off but you cut him off mid-sentence.
”So, what’s there to drink?”
”I’ll escort you to the bar.” Wonho smiled and gestured with his hand for you to follow him.
As Wonho guided you through the apartment, Jimin took out his phone to text Hoseok. ”We’re at a party.”
Within a few seconds he gets a reply.
”What party?”
”Wonho’s.”
”Wonho?!?!”
”Yes.”
Jimin looks up from his screen and sees that you are being served a drink by Wonho, still in deep conversation.
”I’m on my way. Send me the address?”
”Is that really a clever move?”
Your words from earlier started to echo in Jimin’s mind. Perhaps the babysitting title were more fitting in the end, since the two of you kept acting like children, he thought to himself. ”She does not want to see you.”
”Jimin. Send me the address. I’m in my car.”
Jimin sighed and send him your location.
”Jimin! What do you want to drink?”
You look at his startled face with questioning eyes. ”Are you OK?”
He smiles and nods.
”Yes. I’ll take a beer, please.”
”One beer coming up.”
Later, you and Jimin were sitting on a couch, hanging out. Your legs were resting on Jimin’s lap. Maybe it was inappropriate, but you were getting too drunk to care at this point. Once again, you kept talking about your dissatisfaction with Hoseok and how you wished for him to grow up and become more open minded, if he wanted to sustain a relationship with a foreign woman. ”Y/N, I have something to confess.” Jimin blurts out.
You shut up and observed his face. You gave him a leery look.
”What?”
There was no time for Jimin to respond as you’d suddenly left his lap to stand up. Hoseok was there. You saw him standing on the other side of the apartment, scouting over the living room looking for you. Luckily, he didn’t manage to spot you in the dark corner. You turned back to Jimin.
”What have you done?!”
”I’m sorry, I was going to tell you…” he tried to grab your hand to calm you down. You pushed his hand away.
”I thought I could trust you.”
You turned away once again and walked towards the closest hallway you could find, hoping to find a room to hide in. Hoseok catched a glimpse of you and immediately walked through the crowd in your direction. Jimin followed the two of you. You entered an empty bedroom and tried to close the door but Hoseok was unfortunately too fast and light on his feet and had managed to squeeze in his foot and stopped the door from closing.
”Let me in!” he commanded. ”I don’t want to see you!” you shouted.
”Y/N, let me in. Now!”
Unwilling to hold down the door for the rest of the evening, you gave the door a last push to to show your stubbornness, and frankly to hurt his foot a little and then you stepped away from the door and sat yourself on the bed. Hoseok silently snarled at you as he entered the bedroom. He was about to close the door as he noticed that Jimin was on his way. He’d might as well let their friend in, with hopes that his presence could help keeping the conversation as civilized as possible. Hoseok positioned himself in front of you on the floor as Jimin closed the door behind them, keeping himself as far away from the two of you as possible. He observed as the two of you unleashed your bottled up emotions from the last 24 hours. You kept coming at each other like two hungry wolves ready to shed blood.
”Why did you do it, Y/N?” Hoseok asked for what felt like the 20th time. It was like he wasn’t interested in hearing your answer anymore, or how you declared that is was just an ”innocent” dance. It was as if that repeated questioned burned a hole in his skull, but with him not willing to listen - what was the point? It was as if he wanted to go deeper, but unable to find the right means. Why didn’t he just ask the right questions instead? It’d save you both a lot of time. But you were afraid that even he himself didn’t know what the right questions were, and you were too tipsy to put your own actions and feelings into words that would make any sense. You looked up at him with tired and annoyed eyes, somehow trying to make sense of the situation. He met your eyes with an intense gaze.
”Did you get your Hoseok’s mixed up?”
”I—…” you started off but found yourself amused by his smart remark. ”And just how long have you been waiting to lay that comment on me?” ”The plane. Don’t try to change the subject.” Hoseok answered with a snare, even if his body language indicated that he was proud that you took notice of his efforts to express himself.
”Am I not good enough for you? Are my hands not enough?”
Now you were getting somewhere, you thought to yourself.
”You’ll have to punish me, then…” you blurted out without much afterthought.
”What?” Hoseok stared down at you.
You immediately regretted your words. Or did you? You were confused. Why had you decided to drink so much? Why had you let your feelings get the best of you and turned to alcohol? You didn’t usually drink this much, so it was frustrating for you not to be able to control what came out of your mouth, and at the same time you felt exhilarated by not being tamed or held back by your better judgment.
”How much have you had to drink?” Hoseok asked as he observed the way you held yourself up with your arms.
You scoffed at him and looked away.
”It’s none of your concern.” you spat out.
”None of my concern?” Hoseok repeated. He was upset.
”Nope…” you met his gaze again. It was hard to tell if he was angry or upset with you. You squinted your eyes to see him better, but the room was too dark and only lit by candle light.
”What do you mean by that?” he asked.
”What I’m saying is that you, Mr Jealous… are not man enough to handle me.” you said with a hiccup. Oh shit. Why did you say that?
”Excuse me?”
The room turned cold. Jimin was standing completely still, not knowing whether or not to intervene.
”Hyung, she only had three beers.” he said, with intentions of breaking the harsh atmosphere.
”I did not ask you, Jimin.” he snarled.
”Hey, don’t treat him like that! It’s me you’re angry with!” you said.
Hoseok turned his head towards you and took a few steps closer. You got a bit intimidated, and yet you felt challenged. Like it was a game.
”Exactly. It is YOU I am angry with… ” he said and bend forward.
You could see the lust in his eyes. This was turning him on.
”What are you going to do about it, huh?” you cheekily replied, not breaking his stare.
”I am…” he sat himself down beside you. ”… going to make use of this bed before we leave. I will fuck you straight, reminding you of who you belong to.”
”Is that so?” you said and leaned forward.
Hoseok smiled and also leaned forward.
”I’ll let you do anything to me…” you started off.
”Yeah?”
”… if Jimin is with us.”
Hoseok’s eyes grew big. Jimin let out a cough. He couldn’t believe what you’d said. He’d always found you attractive, and yes he had imagined what it’d be like to fuck you… But he’d never experienced a situation like this and didn’t know what to do with himself. His thoughts were chaotic. You on the other hand, were calm. You knew that this fight was between just you and Hoseok, but somewhere in your sub-conscience, you’d want to try to bend the limits. Now that you’d uttered those words, you couldn’t resist the fantasy of finally letting Jimin touch you.
”I’ll only fuck you if Jimin is a part of it.” you demanded calmly.
Jimin raised his eyebrows and took that as a signal for him to leave. He couldn’t possibly stay… right?
”Okay… I’m gonna go…” He said as he turned around, almost regretting that he didn’t have the balls to walk towards you instead of trying to escape.
”You stay.” Hoseok demanded with a cold voice, knowing what was at stake.
Jimin gulped.
You stood up as you locked eyes with Jimin. His eyes were big like doe-eyes, innocently looking back at you. ”He could have left if he didn’t want to be a part of this, right?” you thought to yourself as you walked closer to him. His breathing got more intense as you stopped just a few inches away. He could feel your body heat. You slowly leaned forward, resting your cheek on his.
”Are you okay with this?” you whispered.
You let your hand slowly slide up his frame, feeling his toned body, as you took a deep breath of his cologne. Jimin closed his eyes. He had to admit that he enjoyed having you this close to him. He could feel your hand stop on his chest and slowly went back down, touching each of his abs.
”Y-yes.” he gulped.
You smiled. Maybe you didn’t need to warm him up as much as you’d thought.
”Yeah? You want to play with me?” you teased. He nodded in response. Hoseok sat still, watching the two of you. He didn’t know what to feel about this situation, but at the same time he was in a complete trance. It surely had some form of impact on him. He was curious to see where you’d take this.
”Have you ever fantasized about me, Jimin?” you asked as you blew some hot air in his ear to tease him some more.
Jimin’s eyes opened up in panic and looked at Hoseok. You stopped your motions as you looked back on his face.
”Jimin?”
”Just do as she says. Answer the question. It’s okay.” Hoseok said with a dark voice. He, too, didn't want this game to end just yet.
You let your hand leave his abs and slowly moved down to his belt and tugged it a bit rough and playful to gain his attention. His eyes reunited with yours. He slowly nodded.
”May I?” you asked as you looked down on his belt.
Once again, he nodded.
”I need to hear you say it, Jimin.”
”Yes… You may…” he whispered. Every touch from your fingers turned his body on fire. This was one of the most erotic moments of his life.
You couldn’t help but to smile. His shyness was really cute. You were thankful that your own shyness hadn’t kicked in yet. ”Let’s hope the alcohol helps with keeping my cool.” you thought as you cupped his dick through his pants.
”I can’t wait to touch you, Jimin…” you slowly unbuckled his belt.
Jimin closed his eyes and let his head fall back. He was completely focused on what your hands were doing.
”… To taste you.”
He let out a loud moan. You hadn’t even touched him yet, and still you could already feel how a pool of wetness began to form between your legs. You got down on your knees. Suddenly, you turned your head towards Hoseok.
”Are you okay with me going forward?” He met your gaze. ”Be my guest.”
This was turning him on to no ends. Why was it that when a stranger touched you, he felt like his world would end - but with Jimin, he was weirdly okay with it? More than okay. He couldn’t wait to see how much further you’d take this. He could already feel that his jeans were getting too tight. He’d have to find a way to release himself soon. Who would get off first, him or Jimin?
You slowly unzipped Jimin’s trousers, trying not to move too fast. You wanted to savor this moment. Jimin reached for your face, making you look up to him. His eyes were filled with adoration and his mouth was half open, hungry for what to come. You smiled at him and turned your focus to his now hardening member, awaiting its release from its fabric prison. Your mouth fell open as his hard on sprung free. It was bigger than you’d imagined, and the thought of tasting it formed a pool of saliva in your mouth. You took a steady hold of it and pumped it a few times to feel the girth and thickness, before completely devouring it. Jimin was about the same size as Hoseok, if not a bit thicker. You could feel Hoseok’s eyes burning holes in the back of your head. This feeling was completely new. You’d never done things like this with more than one guy present. Not to talk about the chances of anyone from the party walking in on you. It was exhilarating. Without any warning, you put your lips around his length and began to work your magic. Like you imagined, Jimin became undone pretty quickly. He grabbed hold of a nearby dresser, trying to compose himself. In the corner of his eyes, he could see that Hoseok had already freed himself and was watching the two of you with a slow and steady pace in his hand.
”Y/N, I’m not gonna last long!” Jimin warned between his fast moans.
”It’s okay… you can cum whenever you want. Wherever you want.”
Jimin’s eyes grew big. He couldn’t believe this was happening. You were so incredibly sexy.
He smirked in response. You took a breather and continued to stroke him with your hand.
”Well, we are guests, so maybe you should cum in here…” you tapped your lips, ”… so we don’t make a mess?”
”Aish…” he sighed.
”Yes?” you asked. He nodded.
”Then use my mouth however you like.”
Jimin bit his bottom lip. He didn’t want to seem too eager, yet he was too close to his climax to care. He put his hands on your face and gently put a strand of hair behind your ear. He looked into your eyes, quietly asking for your permission. You nodded. Your pulse was so high you could swear everyone in the room could hear it. Jimin steadied himself and put his length on your bottom lip. You obeyed and opened your lips for him. He let out a moan as he once again was covered by the walls in your warm mouth. His climax was getting closer by each second. Wanting to make the most out of it, he started to guide your head up and down, following his own rhythm. Jimin’s breathing became more intense. You were used the burning sensation of being face fucked, you’d let Hoseok do it more than a couple of times, but somehow it still felt a bit different. The way he grabbed your hair, how he composed himself as he chased his high and his eagerness and hunger… It was new and exciting. It didn’t take long for Jimin to slow down his pace and steady his thrusts. You could feel him fill your mouth with his juices. You swallowed every single drop. He tasted so sweet, with a slight bitter aftertaste. Jimin was out of breath, shipping for air. You made sure there wasn’t any traces of him around your mouth before you left your position on the floor and stood up. Now that you were face to face with Jimin, you could see the result of your actions. His hair was stuck to his face by the drops of sweat that was reflecting in the soft candle lights. ”That was…” he began.
”Mhmm…” you confirmed. ”Did you enjoy the show?”
Jimin raised his eyebrows, then he realized you weren't talking to him, but to his best friend sitting on the edge of the bed. If he still wasn’t trying to catch his breath from his wonderful orgasm, he knew he’d be embarrassed as hell.
”I did…” Hoseok started off. ”But it wasn’t enough to get me off.” You observed him as he sat alone on the bed, dick in hand. He looked pathetic and cute at the same time. Most importantly, he looked very much inviting.
”Are you going to play with me now?”
With slow steps, you walked up to your boyfriend. Hoseok could see the mischievous look in your eyes. His heart began to beat faster. He loved your playful demeanor. You positioned yourself on the ground, in-between his legs and looked into his eyes. He’d never desired you as much as he did at this very moment.
”Do you want me to touch you?”
”Do you even have to ask?”
”Yes. I do.”
Hoseok sighed.
”Yes.”
”Yes what?”
”Yes! Touch me!”
”Touch me…?” you knew you were pushing it. Hoseok wasn’t known for his great patience. Especially when he already had his dick out. He snorted.
”Touch me… please.”
”Now that wasn’t so hard?”
”You’re really testing my patience right now, Y/N…”
You smiled.
”I know.” you leaned forward and gave him a quick peck on the lips. ”And I will make up for it now.” you replied as you grabbed hold of his desperate member. Hoseok groaned.
Jimin, who had slowly left his place in the corner of the room, was now standing by the bed to get a better view. He watched as you took your boyfriend in your mouth and how he leaned backwards on his arms to steady himself. It was an extremely arousing scene. Hoseok was becoming a moaning mess. You were feasting on him like a hungry wolf.
”Wait…Y/N, wait…”
You stopped to hear what Hoseok had to say. He tried to catch his breath.
”I don’t want to cum in your slutty little mouth like Jimin…” ”No?”
Hoseok shook his head.
”I want to fill up that pussy of yours.” he scoffed with a teasing smile.
You laughed and pushed him further up the bed so that you could position yourself better. Jimin took a step back to take in the next scene. You positioned yourself on top of your boyfriend and leaned forward.
”No. Fucking. Teasing. Okay?” you whispered, barely an inch from his lips.
He smiled with a devil’s grin, a grin that implied that he wouldn’t be able to keep that promise. Hoseok let his hands slide down your breasts, giving your nipples a squeeze through your top and then down to your skirt. He lifted it and guided his fingers to your heat.
”You’re not wearing underwear?” ”Some beast tore mine apart… Thought it’d be better to just go without, from an economical point of view...”
The both of you laughed. Hoseok let you guide his length into your wetness. Your body was more than ready at this point. You started to work up a good pace. Hoseok, the cheeky devil that he is, decided to lift your skirt completely. Jimin gulped.
”Getting a good view?” Hoseok asked.
He nodded.
”This is so fucking hot. I can’t believe I’m watching this.” He could feel his dick starting to twitch again.
”Tell me, Jimin. How did Y/N’s mouth feel like?”
Jimin sighed.
”So good, hyung. It was amazing.”
Hoseok’s face lit up. The mix of your thrusts and hearing Jimin talking dirty about you made his whole body on the brink of exploding.
”Tell me more…” Hoseok moaned. He guided your hips as he thrusted back up into you. You were starting to become a moaning mess yourself.
”Her mouth was so warm… and wet. She could take me so deep and well. It was the best blow job in my life.”
”Did you hear that, my love?” Hoseok said as he removed the loose strands of hair from your face to see you better.
You were too out of it to focus.
”Does Jimin’s praising make you feel good?”
You nodded and smiled.
Jimin felt himself getting harder.
”What do you think, Y/N? Does he deserve another round?”
With the help of your burning curiosity, you managed to regain focus and turn around to look at Jimin. You could see that he was in desperate need of relief. Your mouth started watering. Hoseok stopped your motions.
”I have an idea. Jimin, get in front of the bed.”
He did as he was told. Hoseok flipped your body around so that you were facing Jimin.
”Let’s fill her up.”
You couldn’t help but to let out a little laugh. This was beyond your wildest imaginations… Okay, maybe not your wildest imaginations - but you definitely didn’t imagine being positioned like this between the two closest men of your life, letting them fill you up by their cum.
”Are you okay with this, Y/N?” Jimin asked softly.
”I’m still hungry…” you teased.
Jimin grinned and undid his pants. His length was dark pink and the tip glazed from his pre-cum. It looked delicious.
”Bon appétit.”
You grinned at Jimin’s words as you guided his dick to your lips once more. Just as you put your mouth around him, Hoseok took his chance to thrust into you from behind. You couldn’t help but to moan on Jimin’s dick.
”Ah, that feels so good, Y/N.” Jimin said as he brushed his fingers through your hair.
Hoseok began to pick up his pace. He got more rough with each thrust. Just the way you liked it.
”Does this turn you on, babe? Me fucking you whilst you feast on another man’s dick? Does it feel good being this filled up?” Hoseok almost spat out as he was reaching his climax.
All you could do was moan in response. It felt magical. You’ve never been this aroused in your entire life. Having two moaning men filling you up this way made you feel completely worshipped. Jimin needed to feel more of you. He let his hands slide in under you and began to play with your breasts. The way he stimulated your nipples made you clench around Hoseok.
”Oh yeah, Jimin, keep doing that. Keep playing with her.” Hoseok groaned.
As his thrusts was getting sloppier, you knew he was getting close. Jimin grabbed your head and began face fucking you. It seemed like both of them were about to hit their highs.
”Are you close, baby?” Hoseok asked.
”Hmmm…” was all you managed to say.
He reached down to your heat and started to play with your clit. You couldn’t take it anymore. You came all over his dick, which created a domino effect. Your release send Hoseok right off to his.
”Fuuuuck…!” he said as he continued to fuck into you.
Jimin, observing the two of you becoming fucked out messes, couldn’t keep his own climax at bay anymore. He came in your mouth for the second time that night. Hoseok laid down next to you. You swallowed Jimin’s load and laid down next to your boyfriend. Jimin, who was also an exhausted and sweaty mess, collapsed on the bed head first. You playfully smacked his behind. He laughed.
”What the fuck just happened?” Jimin asked, all out of breath.
You and Hoseok just laughed. ”That was… yup.” you sighed. “I love you, Y/N.” Hoseok groaned, trying to regain his breath as he gave you a peck on your forehead. “I love you too, silly...” you said as you cupped his cheek with your warm hand, just to give him a playful slap. ”We should get dressed, we’ve been in here for a while now…” you reminded them.
You and Jimin were about to sit up when Hoseok spoke up.
”We’re not going anywhere.” he said with a stern voice.
”What?”
Hoseok grinned with his devil smile.
”This was just foreplay.. I still have some punishment left to do…”
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The Taste of You
PAIRING: Kim Seokjin x Female Reader
GENRE: Romance, fluff
WORD COUNT: 5,2k
AUTHOR’S NOTE: Hello. I am very excited to share another BTS AU story! This is a special one, since I use a friend as an inspiration for Y/N (even though most details are fiction, of course) I promised her months ago to write a Seokjin story, so finally the long wait is over. Bare in mind: English is not my first language, so I apologize in advance if you come across any errors. Enjoy. x
DESCRIPTION: Seokjin having a night off, is exploring the night life of the tropical city where BTS is shooting their next MV. By chance he stumbles upon Y/N, who’s backpacking her way around the world. They seem to be from separate worlds and lead such different lives, which makes Seokjin curious about Y/N. Wonder what it’d be like to have such freedom to travel around on his own… or to travel with Y/N. Who is this mysterious stranger and why can’t Seokjin get her out of his mind?
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The Taste of You
PAIRING: Kim Seokjin x Female Reader
GENRE: Romance, fluff
WORD COUNT: 5,2k
AUTHOR’S NOTE: Hello. I am very excited to share another BTS AU story! This is a special one, since I use a friend as an inspiration for Y/N (even though most details are fiction, of course) I promised her months ago to write a Seokjin story, so finally the long wait is over. Bare in mind: English is not my first language, so I apologize in advance if you come across any errors. Enjoy. x
DESCRIPTION: Seokjin having a night off, is exploring the night life of the tropical city where BTS is shooting their next MV. By chance he stumbles upon Y/N, who’s backpacking her way around the world. They seem to be from separate worlds and lead such different lives, which makes Seokjin curious about Y/N. Wonder what it’d be like to have such freedom to travel around on his own... or to travel with Y/N. Who is this mysterious stranger and why can’t Seokjin get her out of his mind?
Seokjin couldn’t believe it. They’d been given a night off from filming their abroad shooting and had a couple of hours to kill. Unlike his brothers and group members who’d chosen to stay at the hotel to rest and catch up on some sleep, he’d decided to go outside to see what the city had to offer. He didn’t have a goal or a destination and for once he enjoyed the fact that he was completely free. No cameras, no staff, no curfew and no rules (Well, within reasons of course). He wasn’t planning on doing something crazy that would end up being the next trending thing on social media. For this one night, he wanted to be himself. Not Jin of BTS, Mr Worldwide Handsome (Even if he knew he couldn’t escape the fact that the nickname was a perfect match) but Kim Seokjin. That’s nothing wrong about that, right?
The sun was already setting, leaving the sky in a beautiful shimmer of orange and purple. It was a beautiful sight, Seokjin thought as he lowered his gaze to take in the city’s pulse. He was surrounded by the lights of restaurants and bars that were opened and the streets were moderately crowded with groups of people. It wasn’t too crowded, not too dead. It was a warm atmosphere, and not just due to the weather. He closed his eyes for a bit and took a deep breath. Yes, this is what it must feel like to be able to just blend in. To have a normal life. Even though he was incredibly grateful about the immense of luck life had given him, he couldn’t help but to miss being able to go out at night, any night, and being able to relax without thinking about being careful. To have to plan your destinations, covering clothes and exit plans in case things would get out of hand. Tonight, he could take a break from all that. During the last couple of days they had been on their tropical destination in the middle of nowhere, no one had really paid them much attention, let alone treat them any differently. It was a nice change from visiting larger cities where no one saw them as nothing but idols. Not humans, celebrities. Celebrities that owed everyone their time, autographs and selfies. Providing it all with enormous smiles and a will to be at service of others 24/7. It could get really suffocating at times. Seokjin tried to shake off the feeling of the responsibilities of having to put up a facade and just be… well be. Just being a man in his late 20s having a chill night off from work, going out to explore a new place. Let’s get it!
He had been wondering for a while, enjoying the city views, having nice, short chats with strangers (using his simple english), jokingly interacting with some drunk people and suddenly felt the urge to quench his own thirst. Most bars were now too crowded for his liking so he kept on walking into a slim alleyway in hopes of finding a smaller place. It didn’t take long before he stumbled across a sign that caught his eyes. ”Charles’ Tavern”. Sounds alright.
”I’ll give this a go.”, he said to himself.
While inside he was welcomed by a calm atmosphere. There were some friend groups and couples sitting at the tables placed along the walls, but they were all so consumed by their own conversations that they didn’t realize that one of the biggest K-pop idols had just entered the building. The dark, wooden interior were western inspired and was a contrast from the tropical theme from outside. It was a nice change. Seokjin smiled to himself and followed the clear path right up to the bar counter. He made a few glances towards a couple sitting close to the bar. They were heavily infatuated by one another and couldn’t seem to keep their eyes off each other. They had that kind of glow that he wished he could find someday too. To experience love. And not just for one night… even if those nights were lovely, too. It had just become more of a hassle to initiate even one night stands. Having to find a girl he clicked with, escort her somewhere more private without getting noticed and then asking her not to mention it ever again. It would be nice to find something more long-lived. He switched his focus back on the bar. Behind the counter, there was an older man meeting his gaze. It would have been intimidating if the man didn’t have such a friendly face.
”Welcome, my friend!” the man says.
”My friend, hello!” he replies with a cheerful voice.
”My name is Charles and I am the owner of this place. If there is anything you need, just let me know.”
The man continues the conversation and Seokjin freezes up. He couldn’t help himself. His english skills are limited. It’s the only downside of walking around on your own, where is Namjoon when you need him?
”I’m sorry, I don’t english well.” he says.
”No worries! What drink can I give you?” Charles asks.
Seokjin orders some drinks to get the edge of his nerves. He was left alone for a while, which was nice. He got his phone up and started to go through his pictures from the trip so far. They were mostly funny pictures of the members being silly or sleeping, but he enjoyed them just the same and even thought about framing some of them for the member’s birthdays. There weren’t that much RJ merch left to hand out. He looked down at his RJ shirt. He was so proud of his creation and thought it was so cute. Yeah, the alcohol had really started to get to his head.
”Who’s your friend?” a voice said out of nowhere.
Seokjin looked up. Without him realizing, a woman - you, had taken the seat two chairs down from him. Or had you been there all along? He couldn’t remember…
”What?” he managed to reply.
You smiled.
”Your friend. The one your patting.” you made a gesture towards his shirt.
He looked down and realized that he in fact was patting RJ, and immediately stopped. He cleared his throat and looked back at you, who was looking at him most amusingly. You were very beautiful in his eyes. You were a bit petit with dark and curly hair that reached down a bit below your shoulders. He focused on your warm and brown eyes that had a bit of a mischievous spark in them. The thing that really caught his attention was your smile. You gave off a friendly aura that made him relax and feel comfortable straight away. Who were you?
”His name is RJ.” he managed to reply. ”He is mine.”
”He’s yours? Did you design him?” you responded and raised an eyebrow. Not in a mocking way, but with admiration.
”Yes. I draw him.” he said slowly and made a drawing hand gesture. ”That’s pretty cool. Hello, RJ!” you said with a cheerful voice and waved.
”Can I get you two something else?” Charles said as he returned to his place behind the counter.
Seokjin gave you a nervous look. He was curious about you and wasn’t ready to leave just yet.
”I’ll have a White Russian.” you ordered.
Seokjin felt his heart flutter. You ordered something. Did that mean you wanted to stay and talk with him? Why did his heart flutter? Must be the alcohol running through his body.
”I will have the same.” he replied.
Charles smiled and started mixing your drinks.
”So, what’s your name?” you asked as you patted the empty seat in between them.
Seokjin scooted over. ”My name is… Jin.” he replied as he tensed up. Would you recognize him? Did you already know who he was? ”Hi Jin. I’m Y/N.”
”Y/N.” he copied.
You laughed.
”Here you go! Let me know if you need a refill.” Charles said as he put the drinks in front of you and you both gave your thanks as occupied himself with other things to not be a disturbance.
”So, Jin, where are you from?”
Seokjin hesitated.
”I am from Korea.”
”Korea? Really? Wow. I have never been there. I’ve always wanted to go.”
”Ah, you must go Korea, okay? Very beautiful! Good food!”
”I love Korean food!”
And just like that the conversation was flowing. Seokjin almost forgot about his lack in english, it felt so natural speaking to you, or maybe it was just the alcohol. He honestly couldn’t tell. He found out that you were a backpacker who had quit your job to travel the world and see places you’d wanted to see for ages. He understood most of the things you said and you could tell when he had a hard time to follow along, so you slowed your pace and explained some words if necessary. Seokjin kept observing you and the way you held her body, how you kept playing with your glass with your fingers and how you looked down at the counter and smiled as you passionately talked about yourself and your travels. You were beautiful. His eyes kept falling back to your lips, since you had a habit of biting them every now and then. It made him curious about what it would be like to kiss them, to taste them. You continued sharing stories from your travels and he was reminded of how little time he had to properly experience the places he visits. He wished he had the freedom to travel and to actually be able to explore more whenever they travel whilst being on tour. They hardly had time to leave the hotel rooms. Wonder what it would be like to travel alone like you… or to travel with you. Your voice suddenly got him back to reality.
”What?”
”What do you do for a living?” you repeated.
”Oh…” Seokjin said a bit startled.
What should he say? Should he make something up? Be honest? ”Hello, I’m a worldwide superstar and might very well be the most famous person you will ever meet…” What kind of a reply would that be? Would you run away? ”I… I… ”
”Jin!” a man exclaimed.
They both looked up at a young man behind the counter.
”The singer!”
Seokjin’s heart dropped. He didn’t know how to feel about being recognized, but it all felt so sudden. He had been so immersed in the conversation that he’d almost forgot about the risk of being recognized. ”You sing! You dance!”
”Ah… yes.”
”Millions of views on Youtube! Incredible!”
”Yes… thank you.”
Seokjin’s face had turned red and he felt his ears heat up, as they always tend to do when he got embarrassed. Maybe he could blame it on the alcohol. He almost didn’t have the nerve to face you, but he was desperate to see your reaction. Were you scared? He made a little peak. You were sitting there with your hand covering your mouth, trying to keep laughter down. You found this amusing. That made him feel a little better. At least you were still sitting there. You could might as well have made a run for it.
”Can I have your autograph?” the young man asked, holding out a pen and napkin ready.
”Ah, yes.” he said as he received the things.
”Marco!” Charles exclaimed. He took the towel he had thrown over his shoulder and snapped it at him. ”Don’t disturb our guests.” It almost felt like Charles was rooting for Seokjin to get to know you. Like a personal match maker. ”I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…” the young man said.
”It is okay.” Seokjin replied as he handed back the napkin.
”Go back to the dishes!” Charles said. ”I am sorry for the disturbance.”
”It’s okay. Really.” Seokjin assured the bar owner.
You couldn’t keep your giggles down. Seokjin turned to you. What would you possibly have to say about all of that?
”So…” you started.
”So…” he copied.
”You’re an idol.”
Seokjin felt his pulse raise. He was getting nervous. Why did his Mr Worldwide persona have to abandon him right now?
”I thought you looked familiar, plus you were way too cute to just have an ordinary office job.” you jokingly said as you took a sip of your third White Russian.
”Yes, I am K-pop idol.” he affirmed. ”You think I am cute?”
”I mean… Not in an obvious way like your friend RJ here…” you pointed towards his shirt and accidentally touched RJ’s face and thereby Seokjin’s chest. He automatically made a shy shrug back from the touch. You removed your hand with haste and pretended like it hadn’t happen. Seokjin couldn’t help but to smile.
”What group are you in?” you innocently asked to ease the tension.
”Erhm… Bangtan Sonyeondan… BTS.” he replied as he drank from his glass. Here it goes.
”I’m sure I’ve heard of you.” you responded as you took a big gulp of your drink, it ended with you downing the whole thing.
Seokjin’s nerves were calming a bit, now he could tell that you were nervous too. He was used with people being shy and nervous around him, but he usually didn’t pay much attention to it. But it was different with you. You were cute.
”I think you are cute too.” he admitted. You looked up at him with a shocked expression. Seokjin realized that maybe you weren’t used to hearing comments like that. The shocked expression suddenly exchanged to a mischievous smile. Seokjin could hardly read your face. Your eyes sparkled. Maybe the alcohol was getting to you too?
”Do you want to go for a walk?” you asked.
”Let’s go.”
The night sky was now dark and glistening with stars. The air was still warm, but a bit clearer than during the day. A swift wind caressed Seokjin’s face as he walked beside you by the water in the harbor. He couldn’t help but to take a look around, he couldn’t be too careful. No one else was in sight, but some muffled sounds from the crowds in the city reached you every now and then, die to the waves from the water being too overpowering. Seokjin smiled to himself. He was actually walking with a woman. Outside. And he didn’t feel threatened, even though his company would probably suffice him to not be out in the open. He suddenly got a bit nervous. Will they find out? His strain of thoughts were disrupted as you sat yourself down on a bench and urged him to do the same.
”The fresh air is doing magic to my head… I might have had a bit too much to drink.” you confessed.
Seokjin sat himself next to you, leaving a small gap between you to respect your personal space.
”How long are you here for?” you asked as you looked at him with a curious look.
”Just a few days. Work.” he replied. ”Where will you fly to… ah… next?”
”I haven’t decided yet. I have a few places in mind.” you replied and switched your gaze towards the horizon.
You both sat in quiet for a couple of seconds… There was something lingering in the air.
”Do you have any hobbies? Except singing and dancing?” you asked as you observed the gentle waves coming crashing in and smashing across the stonewall below you.
”Singing and dancing is work. Hard work.” he explained.
You laughed.
”I get it, so what do you do for fun? To relax?”
Seokjin got quiet. What did he do with his rare free time?
”I…I play games. On the computer, you know?”
You nodded.
”And I like to eat too…” ”Food is always delicious!” you added. ”Very delicious… I have show, ah, broadcast.” ”A food show? Like mukbangs?”
Seokjin was a bit baffled by how genuinely interested you seemed.
”Yes… like mukbang. Eat Jin.”
”I have to check that out, then.”
”I also cook.” ”You cook? Wow.” You were impressed.
”You no cook?” Seokjin asked.
”Well, I know how to keep myself alive… but no, I don’t really have the talent. I want to learn.” you responded.
”Maybe I can teach.” he said without realizing his chosen words. There was no possibility of that becoming a reality. You lived in separate worlds. He got quiet. It was a foolish thing to say.
As if you could read his mind, you picked up on his doubt and wanted to light the mood.
”And let me burn your precious food? I wouldn’t want you to scold me…” you said as you hid behind your arms.
”Ahh! Me is nice! I no shout. Don’t worry.” he assured with a laugh.
You both started to laugh and Seokjin relaxed a bit more. This was nice. Just hanging out with someone he felt comfortable with. The company could say whatever they liked.
”What… do you miss when you travel?” Seokjin decided to ask. He was curious about you and wanted to hear more of your travels.
”It’s weird, I really miss baths to be honest… and I’m not a bath person. And sleeping in my own bed…”
”Ah…” Seokjin could relate to that.
”…and fucking.”
Seokjin’s heart stopped. Did. He. Just. Hear. You. Right.
”Excuse me?”
”Fucking.” you repeated with a sigh. ”Being close to someone.”
Seokjin didn’t know what to answer.
”Fucking…” Seokjin echoed. Were you implying that that was a possibility?
”You know…” you said and turned towards him. He could tell you were filled with a newfound confidence. ”… we could always…” You let the words linger in the air.
”Are you drunk?” Seokjin asked. The last thing he needed was to have it leaked that he’d taken advantage of a drunk woman.
”My mind is perfectly clear… well, the White Russians may have provided some courage. I don’t usually say things like this. You could always follow me home, if you want to, that is…” ”I…” Seokjin didn’t know what to say. Of course he wanted to follow you home! You were a beautiful woman. He had had a wonderful time with you tonight and he wasn’t ready for it to be over.
”Oh my god… Did I sound too desperate? I’m sorry… I haven’t slept with someone for 18 months and I guess it’s starting to get to my head!” You blurted out in a fast pace. Seokjin had trouble to catch every word, but he managed to get the general idea of what you were saying.
”Where do you live?”
You shut up and looked into his eyes. He responded your gaze with a sincere look. His lips formed a half smile, indicating that he was willing to come along.
”Follow me.”
Your hands kept touching as you walked close to each other on the way back to your Airbnb. The hands were warm to the touch, and left tingling feelings with you both. The anticipation was sky high, still the nerves wouldn’t go away. The night breeze was warm and embracing, yet Seokjin couldn’t help but to have trouble breathing. Why was he so nervous? He’d done one night stands before, why did this feel different? There was something about you he couldn’t put his finger on… but he was dead set on trying. He followed your steps as you guided him up some wooden stairs to reach the second level of a building.
”This way.” you as you gestured which way to go next. Seokjin took the lead down the porch and stopped when you tapped on his shoulder.
”We’re here.” you indicated as you unlocked the door to the small apartment.
The Airbnb wasn’t big, but it had all the main things you needed on your stay here. The kitchen and living room were merged together, leaving more place for the double bed… that you’d left unmade. ”Wait here.” you urged and made your way to the bed and through the covers up in the air and let it land neatly. Seokjin observed you and laughed. He thought it was nice to not be in a hotel room for once, to see how other people lived, even if it was just for a couple of days. He guessed he would get something similar if he was the one backpacking… well, he could wish.
What would be your next move? You couldn’t light any candles… and you didn’t have a good sound system for music. Did you have any alcohol? Did you need anymore alcohol?
”Hey…” you heard him say.
You looked up and met his gaze. He gestured you to come over. You felt a bit playful and shook your head. Instead you nodded him over. He smiled and slowly started to make his way closer.
”Show me.” you said.
”Show you… what?” he asked.
”You’re a dancer… please dance with me.” you smiled and reached out a hand towards him.
Seokjin started to laugh.
”I am no good dancer.” he laughed.
You still held out your hand, once again gesturing him to take it.
”I don’t believe that.” you replied with a smirk.
He found your disbelief quite amusing and took your hand. A choreographed dance routine with six other members is still very different than a dance with a pretty lady. He gulped as you came closer. It’s been a while since he felt the close heat of a woman. They had had work up to their necks, with the new comeback coming closer, new album release and all the planning for their current music video shoot. He’d almost forgot how much he’d missed this. Being close to another person. They were standing dancing in a slow circle on the spot. Seokjin’s whole body started to ache for more. Suddenly his pants started to feel tight. He cleared his throat and decided to twirl you under his arm to give himself a moment to breathe. It became a beautiful smooth dance move. You raised an eyebrow.
”I’m impressed.” you said as you once again came closer to him. You were standing with your body against his. It was hot, yet not uncomfortable. You could tell that his breathing had picked up and you observed how his beautiful skin had started to glisten. You imagined he’d be used to these sorts of arrangements, being an idol and all. Women must come and go like the sun and moon switched places with each other. Or was that just a prejudice? You didn’t feel like asking and ruining the mood, and for right now - you didn’t really care. All you could focus on was the man in front of you. He met your gaze with the same intense stare. The tension hung heavy in the air. Who would make the first move? ”What the hell.” you thought to yourself and made a swift move to reach up to him. Seokjin felt his throat tense up, leaving him breathless for a moment. This was it. He leaned down to meet you halfway. The tension became unbearable. You both closed your eyes and awaited the moment you both had been waiting for these past hours, to taste each other. As you came closer you could feel his growing need in his pants. You smiled as your lips touched. It started off small and became more intense as your hunger for more grew stronger. You grabbed hold of his neck and pushed him towards you. He didn’t mind. Your lips molded together perfectly, even if he had to strain his back and neck to reach you due to the height difference. His erection kept digging into your stomach, so you felt your hand reach down and gently stroke it through the fabric of his clothes. He exhaled and opened his eyes. His eyes met yours. They were filled with such an intense hunger that he felt the urge to taste your lips again. You kept stroking him and he let out moans in your mouth. Was this really happening?
”Can I say hello to your friend? I think he’s eager to meet me.” you said as you let your fingers rest at his belt.
Seokjin nodded and you didn’t wait any further before you dug into his pants to release him from his underwear prison. You grabbed hold of him and started to pump him. ”Does it feel good?” you asked with a teasing voice.
”Yes.” he answered as he gulped.
”I think my mouth wants to say hello too…”
The sun shun bright through the window and hit Seokjin in the face. It took a few seconds for him to orient himself and sort his thoughts out. Where was he? Some moments later, he recognized the room that was now lightened by the morning sun. He turned and looked at the beautiful, naked woman sleeping next to him. Flashbacks from the night before hit him. He could still feel your body on him, riding him into oblivion. Or when he laid on top of you, sheltering you from the world and hitting places within you that made him think he’d stumbled across Nirvana in physical form. ”Was sex always supposed to feel that way?” Seokjin thought to himself as he raised a hand to gently massage your back. He didn’t know what time it was, but he knew he had to leave soon to avoid suspicion. How would he say goodbye to you, though? He felt connected to you, and not just cause the sex was amazing. Last night had given him memories to live off of for the next couple of months. An empty feeling hit his gut. He didn’t want to leave. It hurt to imagine you going your separate ways, him continuing his endless work and you heading off to your next destination on your backpacking journey. For a brief second, he’d imagine what it’d be like if he would run away from his obligations and follow you on your travels… He scoffed as he came down to earth. It would never happen. You two could never be. But it’s for the better, right? Who could ever deal with the circus that is his life? He put his face down into the pillow and sighed loudly. It all seemed so unfair.
”I thought you’d snuck out by now.”
Seokjin got startled. He thought you were sleeping.
”I…” he started off. ”No worries, I can pretend to sleep while you get dressed and sneak out.”
He stared at you while his newly awoke brain tried to translate your words in his mind. You were a funny one, weren’t you?
”You want me to go?” he asked, his hand still stroking your back. You turned to face him. ”I was only kidding.”
”You… you funny.” Seokjin laughed and tickled you.
As you started a tickle war, a phone rang. Seokjin froze. Reality is calling. You took notice in his change in posture and realized that your little bubble had to burst sooner or later. You watched as he reached for his phone that still was in his pants next to the bed. He ignored the call.
”I… have to… go.” he sighed. He scratched the back off his head.
”I understand. I really do. Go.” you replied as you sat yourself up, covering yourself with the duvet.
He looked back at you and smiled.
”Urgh!” he said as he playfully shoved himself backwards and landed on your knees.
You laughed and stroke his hair away from his face. He really was beautiful. ”Well, this will be something to tell the grandkids…” you joked.
”No! No tell… anyone.” Seokjin burst out as he sat himself up again.
”No, it was a joke! I get that I can’t tell anyone. What we had… is between us.”
”Between… us.” he copied.
You looked into his eyes and smiled. He came closer and left a kiss on your bare shoulder.
”Have to go.” he repeated and turned around to leave the bed. You quickly reached out and grabbed his hand and yanked him back. Before he could react, you gave him a peck on his cheek.
”Now you can go.” you said and released him. ”Return to your group. Rock the world with BTS!”
He smiled back at you and left the bed. You watched him as he got dressed and put his phone in his back pocket.
”I guess this is it.” you said and guided him to the door, still covered only by the duvet.
You couldn’t help it, but you felt an empty feeling overwhelm you. You were going to miss him.
”Hey…” he said as he noticed that you were somewhere else mentally. ”Thank you…” he said slowly and let his right hand rest on the side of your face for a few seconds. ”… for everything.”
”You too…” you responded and touched his hand against your face. This was silly, you were strangers. He’d forget all about you within days and carry on his idol life. Get a grip, you thought to yourself. You watched him as he went down the porch. Suddenly he turned around.
”Hey… do you know BTS?” he asked with a foolish voice and eyes filled with mischief.
”I do…” you whispered. ”… with all of my heart.”
EPILOUGE
A couple of nights later, Seokjin found himself at the airport with the rest of his members and staff. They were going back to Seoul and was currently stuck in line due to a delayed flight. They usually wait for their flights in the VIP section, but due to the airport being so small, they had to wait in the regular line.
”Hey, Namjoon-ah, are you sure you haven’t forgotten anything now?” Seokjin asked.
”No, hyung. I appreciate your concern, but why didn’t you ask me that back at the hotel?” Namjoon scoffed.
”Cause I wanted to see you run like The Flash!” Seokjin said and applauded himself. ” Plus, it’s boring to wait in line…”
”I know, hyung. We’ll be on the plane in no time. And when we get back, we’ll have some samgyeopsal, okay?”
”Okay, if you’re buying then I’ll…” he cut off mid sentence. He couldn’t believe his eyes. There you stood in the middle of the line, with your big back packs and everything, making you appear even smaller and cuter than normal. He was taken aback, he never thought he’d see you again. Suddenly the line started to move, and Namjoon noticed that Seokjin was standing still.
”Hyung, the line is moving.” he said.
”Yeah… I’ll catch up.” Seokjin replied as he took off in your direction. A staff member tried to stop him, but he put his hand up to make sure everything was okay. The staff member stood still but kept on observing if he needed to call for backup.
Seokjin continued to make his way through the crowd. Your eyes were locked on your phone screen and therefore unaware of your surroundings.
”Hey.” he said, startling you and almost made you lose your phone and boarding pass from your grasp. Seokjin jumped a little by your reaction.
You looked up at the man that suddenly stood before you. No way. The handsome idol guy? ”Seokjin?” you said in shock.
”Yes.” he confirmed and smiled. ”It is me.”
”Wow, hey…” you responded. This was insane. What were the odds?
”Where are you… eh… going?” Seokjin asked, trying to sound his best to impress you.
You immediately took notice of it and felt your confident and flirty side coming out to play.
”Well, I thought to myself… I’ve never been to South Korea…”
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The Daddy Sitters
PAIRING: Jeon Jungkook x Female Reader x Park Jimin
GENRE: Romance, comedy
WORD COUNT: 5,2k
AUTHOR’S NOTE: Hello. I am very excited to share another BTS AU story! English is not my first language, so I apologize in advance if you come across any errors. Have in mind that the baby photos of Jungkook and Jimin are NOT supposed to be their children in the AU, I just added them for the nostalgia and to build the right atmosphere. Enjoy. x
DESCRIPTION: You’re a mother to a beautiful baby son, but having an idol as your boyfriend is really starting to take its toll, since all the weight is left on you. One day your best friend, who has a baby with Jimin, surprises you with a girl weekend at a Spa - which coincidentally collides with Jungkook and Jimin coming home from tour. You’ll finally have some alone time, but it’ll be the first time you leave your babies with their fathers - will the guys be up for the task?
It’s been 9 months since you had your first baby with the love of your life, Jeon Jungkook. It’s a healthy little boy named Jae-Seong. Even though you loved waking up to your baby’s happy and smiling face every morning, you couldn’t help but to feel the weight on your shoulders and an empty feeling in the pit of your stomach. Jungkook had been on tour for several months, so he had barely had time to visit you back in your home in Seoul. All the weight was left on you. Of course you still spoke to him on a daily basis, filled with texts, phone calls and FaceTime-conversations so that he could talk to Jae-Seong and watch him grow. Your son loved to see his father and especially loved to be sung to by his angelic voice. It was getting harder for you to observe the two of them getting along so well yet being so far away from each other. Sometimes your eyes would tear up as you watched your son’s face shine up whenever he heard or saw his father through the smart phone. Was this how your lives were supposed to look like? You were so proud and happy for your man, that he gets to live out his life long dream of working with music and to entertain people all around the world, but you couldn’t help but to miss him everyday. Every minute. Every second. If you got a second of peace to actually think of him, that is. Being a mother was a lot more stressful than what you had thought, especially when you were on your own. Jungkook’s parents lived a couple of hours away and you didn’t know that many people in Seoul since South Korea wasn’t your home country.
Fortunately you weren’t completely alone. You had Matilda. She was the girlfriend of Park Jimin, one of Jungkook’s group members and close friends. Coincidentally, they also had had a baby around the same time as you and Jungkook. They have a lovely little girl called Yeona and she is only a month older than Jae-Seong. You don’t know how you would have kept sane these past couple of months if it wasn’t for Matilda and she feels the same way. While your men were away being busy with their thriving careers and living their best lives, you were both stuck at home with your elbow’s deep in mushed veggie’s, dirty clothes and diapers. At least you had each other to let off some steam. You knew you could talk to each other about anything regarding motherhood, without being judged or criticized. Plus, both of you being foreigners usually meant that you had some funny stories to share regarding culture shocks and whatnot. You treasured each other’s company a lot and your babies were getting along beautifully as well. A subject that was constantly refacing itself nowadays was the matter and struggle of alone time. A rare thing you hardly remember how it felt like. You both loved your children dearly, but often joked around and fantasied about what you would do or how it would be like to have a single day of peace and quiet. Oh, mothers can dream. You were on your way to Matilda and Jimin’s place when you got a phone call. It was Jungkook. ”Annyeong?” you say as you struggle to get the baby carriage onto the pavement. ”Hey, baby. How are you?” ”I am… fine.” you reply with an annoyed sigh as the carriage’s wheels get stuck. ”What are you doing?” he asks with an amused tone in his voice. A friendly man stopped to help you lift it. Jae-Seong was soundly asleep and didn’t notice a thing. ”Gamsahabnida” you say and bow to the gentlemen. He smiled and bowed back and in the next second he was on his way. ”I am busy being a mother. What do you want?” you say, a little too annoyed for your liking. ”What have I done to deserve this tone? Am I trouble, mommy?” Jungkook replies with a cheeky laugh. You stop and take a few breathes. ”I am sorry, babe. I’m just exhausted. I hardly got any sleep and this baby carriage keeps turning on me like it has a mind of its own.” ”Well, I will have a talk with the evil carriage when I get back home… which will be this weekend! Surprise!” Jungkook says cheerfully to brighten your mood. ”Really? They’re giving you time off?” you reply with an uneasy voice. It was almost too good to be true. You were used to getting your hopes up, just to have them destroyed by un unscheduled event that would pop up and cancel all your plans. You continue to walk down the street, you were almost there. ”Could you sound any more pouty? Yes, we’re getting time off so I’ll be back to give you both big hugs and kisses! I’ve missed you so much!” ”I’m sorry, but try to have a 9 month old keeping you up every few hours and see how you would sound like. Of course he is sleeping right now like he has no guilt.” you respond with a sarcastic baby voice. ”I am very happy that you’re coming home, though. I miss you. Everyday.” You could feel your eyes tear up. ”I know… and I’m sorry. This is not how I want things to be…” Jungkook says with a serious voice. ”But they are.” You could feel your hands tighten its grip around the handle of the carriage. ”I would be with you and Jae-Seong all the time if I could. You know that. I love you.” You felt your heart clench. ”I know you love me… us. And we love you too. We just miss you a lot, that is all.” you say as you enter the building where Matilda lives. ”How long will you be home?” you ask as you press the elevator button. You glance down to see if Jae-Seong was still sleeping. He was. You watched him breathe all snuggled up under his warm blanket for a few seconds and then turned your gaze back to the elevator to be ready when the doors open. ”A few days.” he responds. ”Just a few days? Well, better than nothing, I guess.” ”We’ll make the most of the time, okay?” he says reassuringly. Your face breaks out in a big smile. ”I have to go now, we’re in the elevator. We’re visiting Matilda and Yeona.” ”Say hello from me!” ”I will. Bye, Kook. ”And kiss Jae-Seong from me and…” ”See you this weekend, babe.” you cut him off with a sincere laugh. ”Bye, love.” he says heartwarmingly. ”I love you.”
”Good news!” Matilda spurts out as you remove your shoes in her hallway. ”Yeah, I heard. They’re coming home this weekend.” you say as you remove your jacket. ”No, not that. Well, okay, also that. But I got Spa-certificates!” she responds and does a little happy dance. ”What!” you say as your eyes widen in shock. ”You heard right, mama. I won them yesterday! We’re going to have a Spa-weekend!” Matilda replies and waves the certificates in your face. You grab them from her teasing hands to have a closer look at them. ”It’s this weekend though!” you say confused. ”I know! That’s the best part! We will have baby sitters!” You can’t help but to laugh. ”You’re calling our baby daddies babysitters?” you respond with a cheeky smile. Matilda stops her dancing. ”You know what I mean. We’ll finally get some child-free time! We deserve this!” she says as she points to the certificates in your hand. You smile. ”I really want to be able to say no right now… but ugh… I am so tired and just the thought of a Spa makes me want to cry!” ”See? We’ve earned this. We’ve never been apart from our babies, that we love more than anything…” Matilda breaks off mid-sentence to make sure to catch your eye and make a reassuring look. ”… but we need some alone time.” ”We need some mamas-drinking-some-umbrella-drinks-by-the-side-of-the-pool time!” you say and fan yourself with the certificates in a flirtatious and humorous way. ”There you go!” Matilda says and gives you a high five. Jae-Seong starts to scream. He’s woken up. You hand the certificates back to Matilda as you go back to the hallway to grab him from the baby carriage. ”Shhh…Mama’s here.” you say and put him close to your body. Matilda shows you to the kitchen table and pulls the chair out for you to sit, since your own hands are occupied. She serves you both a cup of tea. ”Are you sure we can leave them alone with the kids?” you ask, not with a worried tone but in a curious way. Matilda scoffs. ”Honey, if we’ve managed to survive for 9-10 months, they can handle one night.” You both start to laugh at the idea of Jungkook and Jimin taking care of everything by themselves. They had hardly spent any time alone with the babies at all. There hadn’t been any time for that. ”Ah, I feel a little guilty yet so curious. I wish we could be flies on the wall and see everything.” you say and pat Jae-Seong on the back. ”So we’re going?” Matilda asks cautiously. You look her straight in the eyes. ”Oh yeah, no doubt about it. Like you said, we deserve this.” Matilda gets excited and does a little dance whilst sitting in her chair. ”Finally someone will take care of us for a change.” you laugh and leave a little kiss on your son’s head. ”It will be amazing. I can’t wait to…” Matilda starts but gets cut off by the baby monitor. Yeona’s scream from the nursery fills the room. ”…leave this place.” Matilda finishes her sentence and gets up to head off to the nursery. She returns a few seconds later with an upset Yeona in her arms. ”Shhh… it’s okay. Look who’s here. It’s your bestie! Say hi!” Matilda says as she sits down. ”Hello!” you say and give her a little wave with Jae-Seong’s hand. ”That’s right, honey. You want mommy to have some good time right? So that she can stand you a little longer. Yes, so that she can stand you a little longer!” ”Matilda!” you say and break out laughing. ”Oh, you know what I mean!” she says and plants a big kiss on Yeona’s face. ”I do.” you laugh. You look down at Jae-Seong. He’s looking back at you with his big eyes. Jungkook’s eyes. ”You’re gonna have a great time with daddy this weekend, okay? Yes you will! And mommy’s gonna get a break. Yes she will!” you say with a baby voice. Jae-Seong smiles back at you, amused by your voice and the fact that you’re tickling his baby fat. ”Yes, your mommies needs a break, cause your mommies are going mental!” Matilda continues and kisses Yeona’s cheeks. She stops her crying and starts to laugh. ”True that.” you respond and raise your tea cup, inclining a toast. ”To mama-weekend.” Matilda says. ”To mama-weekend.” you copy and clink the cups.
The weekend arrives and you’re all packed up and ready to go to the Spa. You take an extra look around to see if you’ve missed anything. You’ve left a list of things to do, routines and emergency numbers. You’ve filled the fridge with milk bottles and other necessities. Diapers, baby wipes and towels are put on an obvious display, impossible to miss. Were you babying Jungkook? Probably not. You sense a bit of guilt in your stomach as you take a peak inside the nursery to watch Jae-Seong sleeping in his cradle. This was indeed the first time you would be away from him. He will be fine… right? Jungkook’s a great father. He’ll manage to figure things out. He has to. You can’t stand for 100% of the parenthood in Jae-Seong’s life. You’ve been there every second of every day for him already. The guilt doesn’t go away by that thought, but it tones it down a bit. Spa-weekend. Girl-weekend. Your body fills with excitement. Everything will work out fine. Suddenly you hear the door open. ”Hello?” Jungkook shouts from the hallway. ”Shhh! Our son’s asleep!” you say as you enter the hall. ”Oh, sorry sorry!” he exclaims as he removes his shoes. He turns his head towards you and opens his arms. You don’t hesitate one bit and run up to him to hug him tight. He squeezes you back and kisses your cheek. You turn your head to meet the kisses with your lips. He smiles. ”I—” he starts off but you interrupt him. ”Okay, so I have to leave.” Jungkook looks at you with an empty gaze in his eyes, trying to process your words. ”Wh-what?” ”I have to go. Matilda and I are going to a Spa-weekend. She won certificates for these dates only. Don’t worry, I’ll be back tomorrow!” you say and plant a kiss on his lips before you start to put on your shoes. Not your mommy shoes, no, but your black leather boots. Your pre-baby shoes. You immediately feel confident and sexy. Jungkook stands still from the shock and observes your moves. ”You’re leaving us alone? All night?” ”Yes. And you’ll be fine! I trust you!” you say reassuringly. ”So that part of you missing me…” Jungkook says with an offended, yet calm voice. ”Oh, I wasn’t lying… but I’ve missed me a lot more! I really need this, baby!” you respond as you put your dark leather jacket on. With one hand you free your hair from the inside of the coat and with the other you grab your bag. Now you’re ready to go. ”Is this a punishment for me not being around?” Jungkook asks. You stop mid-motion. ”What?” ”You heard me.” he responds. He wasn’t angry, just confused. ”You see spending time with your son as a punishment?” You hated to use reversed psychology, but you were way to excited about this weekend for you to feel guilt at this point. ”No, I…” Jungkook starts. ”I said don’t worry. It’s only one night. You got this.” you say and patted him on his shoulder. ”I need this. I’ll come back all refreshed and brand new tomorrow.” ”But I like the old you.” Jungkook says and squeezes your free hand. ”The old me is exhausted from motherhood. Let me have this one night. Please?” you say and pout your lips at him. ”Aish!” Don’t look at me with those eyes!” Jungkook says and closes his eyes. At least he was smiling. ”Pretty please. I’ll make it up to you.” you say, still pouting. ”Now we’re talking… what will you d—” he starts off with a flirty voice but gets cut off mid-sentence by screams from the nursery. ”Ah, this is my cue.” you say as you turn around to head off to the door. ”Love you! See you tomorrow!” ”Wai—” You closed the door before he managed to finish the sentence. Freedom.
”Hey honey, I’m home!” Jimin says as he enters the apartment. He doesn’t even have time to remove his shoes before Matilda hands over Yeona. ”Yeah, hi. I’ll be going now” she says and grabs her handbag. ”Where are you going?” Jimin asks in surprise. ”Oh, me and Y/N are going away for a Spa-weekend together. Some well earned girl-time.” Matilda responds and gives Yeona a kiss on the cheek. ”What about the baby?” Jimin looks at Matilda with confused eyes. ”Yeah, good luck with that.” she says with a wink in her eye and a pat on his shoulder. ”But I just got home?” Jimin protests. ”Yeah, just in time for the Spa-weekend!” ”But I just got home?” ”Yeah I know, you said that already!” ”Bu—” ”The baby is fed and ready to be put to bed, so everything is under control for the moment.” ”But wha—” “Bye, honey” she says and gives him a quick kiss on the cheek. Matilda leaves the apartment. She pushes the elevator button. As she enters the empty elevator, she checks her phone. There was a text from you. ”On my way! x” ”Me too! Can’t wait! xx” she texts back. She puts the phone inside her pocket and does her happy dance. Freedom.
Jimin is shocked. His thoughts gets disrupted by the cooing Yeona in his arms. He looks down on his daughter. ”Hey… hey, baby girl.” he says and rocks her as he tries to remove his shoes with only his feet as help. ”This was quite unexpected, yeah? Your mommy is very unpredictable. A spontaneous fairy.” That last comment made him laugh. ”A spontaneous fairy… good one. It’s one of the reasons daddy fell for mommy.” he says as he enters the nursery. Jimin puts Yeona down in her baby crib. ”There we go, little one. That’s nice, right?” he says as he pulls the blanket up to her stomach. Yeona looks up at her father with big, curious eyes. She smiles at him. ”You really are the cutest baby in the world.” Jimin says to himself as he caresses one side of her face. ”Sleep tight, baby girl.” He boops her nose and turns around to leave. Well done, Jimin, he thinks to himself. This was easy. He’s about to exit the nursery when Yeona’s high-pitched scream startles him. He turns around and rushes back up to the crib. ”Hey, hey… What’s the matter, Yeona?” Yeona stares back at him with tear-filled eyes. Jimin strokes her hair. ”Shhh, I’m here.” he says with a calm and warm voice. Yeona keeps her eyes on him, her lips quivering. ”I’m here. Now try to get some sleep, okay?” Jimin bends down and kisses her on her forehead. ”Everything’s okay.” he says as he turns around and takes light steps towards the door. He barely gets a few feet away from the crib before Yeona starts to scream again. A heartbreaking scream. Jimin returns to his daughter’s side. His heart beats fast and he starts to feel stressed. ”I don’t know what to do!”
Jungkook is in the middle of a diaper change when his phone started to ring. Jae-Seong is crying on the changing table, kicking his little legs in protest. Jungkook desperately tries to keep his son still as he fished the phone out of his pocket. ”Annyeong?” he answers as he rest the phone on his shoulder so that he could use both of his hands. ”Jungkook-ssi!” Jimin exclaims. Jungkook could hear Yeona’s upset vocals in the background. ”We didn’t expect this now, did we?” Jungkook laughs as he removed the used diaper and put it on the counter next to them. ”I don’t know whether to applaud them or to be mad at them for leaving us like this…” Jimin chuckles. Jungkook tries to hush Jae-Seong so that he can hear Jimin better. ”No use in getting mad…” Jungkook starts off but gets startled when a beam of urine almost hits him in the face. ”What’s happening?” Jimin asks worryingly when he heard Jungkook’s surprised gasp. ”Aish!” Jungkook says as he tries to capture most of the urine in the used diaper. ”Y/N’s given birth to South Korea’s future peeing champion, that’s what’s happening!” Jimin starts to laugh. Jungkook sighs as he accepts defeat and looks down on Jae-Seong with a cheeky smile. The warmness from his eyes made his son stop crying and put a big smile on his face instead. ”You little devil.” Jungkook giggles. ”Yeah, I’m so happy we don’t have that problem with Yeona.” Jimin teases on his side of the phone. Yeona is still screaming. Her father tries to calm her down, but it isn’t helping. ”I think my daughter’s possessed.” Jimin sighs. ”I don’t know what to do!” Jungkook finishes the diaper change and helps his son on his feet. He can barely keep the balance, so Jungkook holds his hands as help. They both smile at each other. ”Want me to call for an exorcist? Jungkook jokes. He can hear Jimin snort on the other end. So, having a screaming baby in his arms isn’t killing his humor or will to live… yet. Good to know, he thinks amusingly to himself. ”Funny… But for real. Nothing I do seems to be working. She’s been screaming non-stop for… forever. I’ve lost track of time! Help!” Jimin tries to keep his calm, but Yeona’s unwilling attitude to cooperate has really started to get under his skin. He is nervous. And afraid. Is he a bad father? ”Do you want me to come over?” Jungkook asks, helping Jimin to break his negative thoughts. ”I thought you’d never ask!” Jimin sighs in relief. Just as Jungkook is about to carry Jae-Seong down from the changing table, he makes a strained face. ”No… what… what are you doing?” Jungkook exclaims. Jae-Seong happily responds with some baby farts. ”No… no… I just changed you!” Jungkook sighs and grabs a steady hold of his phone. ”It might take a little bit longer than planned…”
You and Matilda are lying on sun beds by the poolside at the Spa. You had just enjoyed massages and now you’re resting up with some healthy smoothies in your hands. Matilda takes a sip. ”It could use some alcohol.” she jokes. You have a little taste and agrees with her statement. ”I miss alcohol.” you laugh. ”Not the partying bit, but I’d love to be able to have a little glas of wine at the end of a rough day.” ”You don’t drink?” Matilda asks. You shake your head. She starts to laugh. ”Me neither!” she exclaims. The life of staying at home mothers, with absent fathers. Well, physically absent anyway. ”Let’s have a toast!” you propose. You both raise your glasses. ”To us! Being moms.” you say. The glasses clink. ”Should we call in on them?” Matilda suggests with a hesitant voice. ”I have been thinking about it too… maybe we should call and check up on them…” you respond. ”Should we?” Matilda asks. You look at each other. ”Pffffft!”
”An exorcist actually sounds pretty good right now…” Jimin murmurs as he rocks Yeona in his arms. She wouldn’t calm down. Jimin couldn’t remember a time when her screams didn’t fill the apartment. He let out a big sigh. ”I actually thought I had it there for a minute… but then he changed.” Jungkook sighs as he rocks Jae-Seong in his baby carriage. ”It’s the demon.” Jimin jokes. They both share a laugh, to keep the thoughts about being miserables fathers at bay. ”I literally have no clue what to do.” Jimin says. ”I feel like I’ve tried everything!” ”Obviously not everything, or else we wouldn’t be standing here. There must be some trick to it. Some baby button to push.” Jungkook teases. Jimin gave him a hard look, but couldn’t keep himself from feeling amused. He was glad to have company. ”You mean there’s on off-button?” Jimin jokes and pulled Yeona up in the air. Jungkook laughs as he observes his goofy friend having a meltdown. He stops when he sees Jimin distorted face expression. ”What is it?” he asks. ”Do you smell that?” Jimin gasps and whiffed in the air. ”Smell what?” Jimin gets closer to Jungkook and waves Yeona’s diaper in his direction. ”WHAT DO WE DO NOW?” ”What do we do? I already had my diaper adventure. I am DONE.” Jungkook insists as he innocently put his arms in the air. ”You need to help me! I’ve never done this on my own!” Jimin shouts. ”Let’s calm down and call them!” Jimin eyes widens by the words of his genius friend. He carefully puts Yeona down in her highchair in the kitchen as he collects his phone from his jacket pocket. He immediately dials Matilda’s number. ”The number you dialed…” ”She’s not picking up. Call Y/N!” he urges. Jungkook fishes his phone from his backside pocket and dials your number. Jimin observes Jungkook’s face as he tries to reach Matilda once again. ”They shut off their phones!” Jungkook exclaims.
”Okay, I admit defeat. I am weak. Let’s call them.” Matilda bursts out as she leaves the bathroom and jumps on your shared double bed. ”What if they ask us to come back?” you remark. ”Well…” she starts off. ”No! We do not give in!” you firmly state. Matilda bashes her beautiful eyelashes at you, looking like a pleading puppy. ”We’re not gonna ask about how they are doing, we’ll simply ask about our children.” You look back at your friend with curled lips, unable to decide whether to give in or not. Fuck it.” you say as you reach for your purse and take your phone out. You turn it on and a couple of lost calls from Jungkook arrives on screen. Whoops. Maybe you were being childish turning your phones off? But how else would you get a break for once? You decided not to guilt yourself and dial Jungkook’s number. Matilda is on her side of the bed, waiting for Jimin to pick up. Her body language gets more frustrated by every second. ”Why isn’t he answering his phone?” she whispers. ”Babe?” Jungkook says as he answers the phone, almost startling you. ”Yeah, hi. I just wanted to check in and see how things were doing…” your voice was very calm and interrogative. Jungkook chuckles. ”We’re good… now.” he responds. ”Now?” you echo. ”Yeah, we’re at Jimin’s place. He needed company.” ”Oh-” you say and turn your head to Matilda, ”They’re at your place” you mouth to her. ”Ask him why Jimin isn’t picking up!” Matilda snaps. ”Matilda wants me to ask why Jimin isn’t taking her calls.” you convey. Once again Jungkook chuckles. Suddenly you hear Jimin shouting in the background. ”What’s going on?” Matilda changes position and now sits on her knees with her ear close to your phone to hear better. You decide to put the call on speaker. ”Yeona pooped.” Jungkook laughs. ”Jimin is in the bathroom trying to clean up the mess.” You and Matilda share a glance, trying hard not to burst from laughter. ”How panicked is he?” Matilda asks. ”Very. Very panicked.” Jungkook responds with an amused voice. Jimin continues to shout out of fear and disgust. ”How’s it going in there, Jimin-ssi?” Jungkook shouts with a teasing voice. Jimin mumbles an angry response. ”Just tell him to Youtube it!” Matilda sighs and lies down on her side to calm herself down. ”Wait. Jungkook, you know how to change a diaper, get in there and show him!” you command. ”I’m not going in there!” Jungkook responds with a broody voice. You sigh. He can be such a baby sometimes. ”Are the kids alright, at least?” you ask impatiently. ”The kids are fine!” Jungkook reassures. ”Enjoy your girl weekend!” *Beep beep beep* ”That bastard hung up on me!”
”I will never be the same again…” Jimin says as he leaves the bathroom. Yeona paused her screaming to let out a big yawn and then she continued her quest to destroy her father’s mental health. Jae-Seong was finally asleep. Jungkook tucked him in as he lied still in his carriage. He could feel his heart melt. His son was adorable. ”Let’s try to get some sleep too.” Jimin whispers in Yeona’s ear and headed off to the nursery. ”Park Yeona, go to sleep!” Jimin says as he desperately comforts his daughter. ”Why are you still crying?” A couple of minutes went by. Yeona was still upset. Jungkook was sitting on the couch and scrolled through his phone. Suddenly the screaming stopped. The apartment went completely quiet. There was a little thud on the floor as Jungkook stood up and took some sneaky steps to the nursery. He carefully opened the door. There was no one in there. ”Jimin?” Jungkook whispers. ”Ssshhh!” Jungkook tried to find a silhouette of Jimin in the room without any luck. ”Where are you?” ”Ssshhh!” Jungkook enters the nursery to see better. He followed the direction of the hush to the crib. ”Are you for real?” Jungkook giggles. His eyes fell upon a very still Jimin, who is lying next to Yeona in the crib. ”It’s the only thing that works!” Jimin whispers intensively. Jungkook brings out his phone and takes a few photos. ”What are you doing?!” Jimin hisses. ”Capturing this for all eternity.” Jungkook chuckles. ”I’m gonna send these to the hyeongs.” ”I hate you.” Jimin says calmly, which made him sound even more terrifying. ”You love me, hyeong.” Jungkook laughs, still taking pictures. Jimin sighs and locks eyes with him. ”If Yeona wasn’t quiet right now, I’d leave this crib and smother your with her pillow.”
”This is really what I needed.” you say as you leave the taxi outside of Matilda’s apartment building. ”Yeah, definitely! I feel reborn!” Matilda replies as she gets the bags out of the car. You pay the taxi driver and enter the building. Jungkook and Jae-Seong was without a doubt still crashing at their place. You and Matilda had decided to leave the Spa earlier to surprise your men. Plus, you were missing your babies like crazy! ”This will be interesting…” Matilda says as she opens the front door. ”Honey, I’m home…” The apartment was dead silent. ”Hello? Jungkook?” you called out as you removed your shoes in the hallway. No reply. ”That’s strange…” You follow Matilda with light footsteps as you enter the main room. The time display on the microwave told you that it was 9 o’clock in the morning. The kids were usually up at this time. ”Baby wha-” Matilda whispers but gets caught off guard with the view in front of her. Jimin and Jungkook are both asleep on the couch, with their babies lying still on their chests, also in deep sleep. You take a look around and the room is a complete mess. You can’t help it, but your hearts melt. ”Our knights fought well.” you say as you put your purse on the kitchen table. ”This is the most precious sight I’ve ever seen in this apartment… and that include some very nice images from the bedroom, if you know what I mean…” Matilda gushed out. ”Trust me, I always know what you mean.” you laugh. You walk up to your boys. They look so peaceful. Jungkook’s eyes slowly open as a response to your warm touch as put your hand on the side of his face to wake him up. ”Hi, honey. I’m back.” you say and leave a soft kiss on his temple. Jungkook looks at you with sleepy eyes and a big smile on his face. ”I’m very happy to see you.” he says softly with a raspy voice. ”But if you do a stunt like that again, I’m gonna get really pissed.” ”Oh hush.” you smile and plant another kiss on his face. ”I mean it. If you leave me behind again, I’ll punish you.” You push his tousled hair away from his forehead with your fingers. ”Well, I think I’ll have to leave you a lot more often then - cause that sounds way too intriguing.” Jungkook laughs, his sleepy eyes barely open. You lay a soft hand om Jae-Seong’s sleeping head and look up at the love of your life. ”I love you, Y/N.” ”I love you too, Kook.”
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The Muse
PAIRING: Kim Taehyung x Female Reader
GENRE: Romance, fluff
WORD COUNT: 6,4k
AUTHOR’S NOTE: Hello. I am very excited to share my first BTS AU story! English is not my first language, so I apologize in advance if you come across any errors. Feel free to leave me some constructive criticism. Enjoy. x
DESCRIPTION: You’re a teacher by day, aspiring writer by night. You like to keep yourself within your own bubble. One day a new neighbor moves in and disturbs your peace. It is the art student, Taehyung. One night he knocks on your door. He’s got an art assignment and his muse cancelled on him in the last minute... Now he’s in desperate need of a new muse.
You never did pay much attention to your neighbors. Neither did your neighbors seem to pay much attention to you. Everybody was busy with their own lives. Every once in a while you could hear a door opening and closing, footsteps coming from the staircase or from the flat above you. You lived in a small, old apartment building and didn't think much of the noises from the people sharing it with you. Until one day.
It was Saturday morning and you were enjoying your peace and quiet. You were sitting on the couch with a lovely, warm cup of tea in one hand and a book you’ve finally started to read in the other. You rarely had mornings like this. As a teacher by day and an aspiring writer by night, you were always way too tired and stressed out in the mornings to sit down and have a little ”me time” before heading off to work. You usually woke up too late and only had time to wash up, brush your hair, brush your teeth and grab a quick piece of toast or a fruit on your way out to catch the bus to the school where you worked. Having a calm morning felt great for your body, mind and soul. You were absorbed in the moment and focused on reading the book in front of you so that you could completely leave your living room and escape to the land of fantasy that was hidden in a corner of your mind.
Suddenly a loud bang echoed in the walls. So much for your quiet reading time, you thought to yourself. Since the noise was followed by other loud, annoying sounds, you decided to put your book down and find the source of all the destruction. You tip toed to your front door and looked through the peep-hole. You were usually a bit shy and didn’t like to interfere with other people’s business, but at the same time, you shared the curiosity level of the seven year olds you taught at school. You just had to know what was going on in your building. On the other side of the door, there were figures and voices filling up the staircase. They were lifting furnitures upstairs. New neighbors. How exciting. Or was it exciting? You didn’t really know your old neighbors to begin with. The only one you knew by name, was a little lovely lady called Mrs Kwan who lived on the first floor. She always greeted you with a big smile and you were even genuinely interested in hearing how her cats’ day were going. You had hardly met or seen the other people living in the building. Until now. You held your breathe as you tried to eavesdrop.
”Watch out, Kook!” a man shouted.
”I can’t see where I’m going! You have to move faster, Jimin-ssi!” the other man responded.
The two men were trying to carry a big mattress up the narrow staircase. Suddenly they dropped it down carefully to rest.
”This is really heavy, Tae! You should come here and help us carry it!” one of the guys shouted to a third person downstairs.
”I’m carrying my boxes of photographs! Plus the staircase is way too narrow for all the three of us at the same time!” a man’s voice replied from the bottom floor.
”Photographs! If I’ve known you’d only carry your delicate photos, I’m not sure I’d agreed to this.” the guy called ”Kook” exclaimed. He was on the bottom side of the mattress, holding it and trying to keep it from falling down.
”It’s your bed for crying out loud. We’re helping you move. Give us some slack.” said the other guy.
”And you’re both my friends, that I love so dearly. Now please move on. We can’t stand here all day! I have to return the van in an hour. We don’t have time to argue. Chop chop!”
You had to hold in a giggle as you observed the two guys cursing and once again lifting the mattress to take it upstairs. You’d offer to help, but was crippled by the anxiety of meeting new people. You didn’t want to be in their way. Silently, you left your post at the door and returned to the safety of your couch. You put your earplugs in and started to play some calm, instrumental music to keep out the noises from the strangers. There was no way you were going to let them disturb your Saturday morning.
Your neck started to ache. What time was it? You grabbed your phone from the living room table and pressed the home button. 7:45 p.m. You had completely lost track of time. A little hungry growl filled the room. You put your nearly finished book down and let one of your hands rest on your stomach. ”I know”, you said as a response to your hungry tummy. ”I’ll see what I can find”.
You made a little quick bite to eat, some instant ramen noodles with vegetables. A lazy, delicious dish that you loved to eat. After you finished eating, you decided to rest a bit before continuing to write on your novel until the late hours of the night. Just a quick little nap and you’d be good to go.
Once again, your peace and quiet was disturbed by a loud noise. You got startled and sat up straight. How long had you been sleeping? According to your phone, the ”quick” nap had turned into a three hour long nap. You sighed as you rubbed your eyes and stretched your back and neck.
”Where did I leave my computer?” you said aloud to yourself.
You barely had time to get up before you heard another bang from upstairs. The bang had made you jump so hard that you accidentally knocked your knee into the table in front of you. You cursed out loud. If your hearing was right, so did the mumbling voice from upstairs. You couldn’t help but to smirk. At least you were not the only one having a hard time. A chill went down your spine and made you shiver, it was getting a bit cold in your apartment. As you fetched your computer from your bed, you grabbed some socks and a cozy knitted sweater that your grandma had made you years ago. Time to cozy things up and start to write! Hopefully, you’ll get another chapter down before it gets too late.
You lose yourself within your own writing bubble, as you always tend to do when writing. It’s like something takes over you body and you lose all sense of where you are at the moment. A wonderful feeling. Well, it would be wonderful if it wasn’t for the hammering sound from above. You gave a quick glance to your roof and bit your tongue. Your bubble was on the verge of being burst.
”Not now…Please, not now.” you sighed.
The hammering stopped. You waited for a few seconds, cracked your fingers and was about to continue writing when the hammering started again. An almost animalistic growl left your throat as you threw your head back by frustration. You didn’t want to lose your spark. In the corner of the computer, the digits told you it was already 11:55 p.m.
”He has got to be kidding me!”
Without a second thought, you jumped up from the bed and headed towards your door. This was not okay, he could finish his stupid hammering in the morning. Night time was a sacred thing to you. You needed it to be quiet when you were writing. You’re in such a rush that you even forget to put shoes on. Your feet are light and doesn’t make any sound as you jog upstairs. As you arrive in front of your new neighbor’s door, you stop to take a moment to breathe. What were you doing? You don’t do this. You don’t confront people or tell them off, you hide and hope that the world fixes its own problems. You hear the hammering from the other side of the door. Tonight you break the pattern. You knock on the door. The hammering stops and you hear steps coming closer to the door. Oh shit. What were you going to say? You had no time to think, as the door opened on ajar.
”Yes?” a deep voice said from the gap.
You tried to adjust your eyes to see the person.
”Yes, hi. I’m your downstairs neighbor…” you began.
The man opened the door a little bit more.
”Is that so?” he responded.
The light from behind him made it easier for you to see him. You took a little step back. He was beautiful. Really beautiful. He had dark, ash blonde hair and big brown eyes. You lost yourself in his eyes for a second before you shook your head and got your senses back together.
”Yes.” you said, a bit too stern for your liking, but you had to remind yourself that you were there for a reason. ”I just wanted to say that I would appreciate it if…”
”If you got my name? I’m Taehyung. But everyone calls me Tae.”
You started to get annoyed by the fact that he interrupted you every time you opened your mouth.
”I would appreciate it if you stopped the hammering, it’s very late and…” you started again.
”Oh, were you sleeping? I’m sorry. I’m a night owl.” Tae said.
You bit your tongue. He really has no manners.
”No, in fact, I was not sleeping. I’m writing. And I would prefer to do so in quiet, since it’s midnight!” you jerked out quickly before he had a chance to interrupt you again.
Tae closed his mouth. His eyes started to glow, and you could hint a little smirk on his face. You stared back at him. It became a starring contest. You couldn’t help but notice the way he looked at you. It was like he was observing every little detail of your face. He took a quick glance down at your feet and smiled. You looked down and realized you were standing there in just your knitted sweater, PJ shorts and socks. Not that it mattered, it was in the middle of the night.
”I was just putting up some paintings.” Tae said and used the hammer he had in his hand and pointed it to the inside of his flat. ”I’m an artist.”
”I don’t care if you’re trying to outmatch The Louvre. Please do it in the morning instead. Thanks.” you responded and took a quick turn down the stairs, before Picasso had a chance to make another clever comeback.
”I’m sorry. I didn’t get your name…” he shouted behind you.
”I didn’t give it to you. Good night!” you said as you closed the door. Finally some peace and quiet.
You hardly noticed that you had a new neighbor living upstairs from you during the following week. Work was pulling you in every direction and you’d barely had any time to write during the whole week. Or energy for that matter. You’d crashed into your couch every day after work, not wanting to leave it ever again. Teaching in a nutshell. Somehow time had flown by and suddenly it was Saturday again. Finally a whole day by yourself, your computer and your creative mind. After a couple of hours of writing, you decided to get some air and maybe a quick bite to eat. You grabbed your coat from the clothing rack, put on a warm hat and headed out. As soon as you opened the front door of the building you got blinded by the sun and had to squint your eyes to see the following steps down. Still, it was refreshing to leave your apartment and not being in a rush for work. You took a deep breath of the fresh autumn air and let it fill your lungs. What a wonderful day. The leaves in the trees were starting to change their colors from yellow to red, and the whole street looked like a painting. Painting. All of a sudden a flash of the memory of you standing in front your new neighbor’s door at midnight hit you. Wonder what he’s up to, you thought to yourself as you got into the closest coffee shop. As you left the shop with your sandwich and take away chai latte, you imagined what kind of artwork Taehyung did. Or if he was any good for that matter. Not that you’d get to find out any time soon, you reminded yourself. Keeping to yourself was your thing, and you couldn’t see a reason for that needing to change. Even if you did get more curious for every step you took closer to home. What was it with that man that made you unable to get him out of your mind?
As you entered your building, you saw Mrs Kwan on her way into her apartment with a newspaper in her hand.
”Hello, Mrs Kwan.” you greeted friendly.
”Hello, dear. How nice it is to see you!”
You smiled as a response and was about to turn away and head up the stairs when she suddenly stopped you.
”Oh, have you met the new boy yet?” she asked.
”I have run into him, yes.” you said politely, not wanting to get into details.
”You just missed him! He kindly fetched my newspaper for me. Sure is a looker, isn’t he? Single too!”
You stood kindly still and listened to her words, not wanting to interrupt her, but also a bit curious of what she had to say about your new neighbor.
”He was carrying art supplies, ready to paint and make the world a more beautiful place. I love a man who can paint. Just like my Cheng used to. I miss him dearly. I still have his paintings to keep me company. Artists are great companions, my dear. They see the beauty of everyday objects and moments that others let pass without a second glance. They value the little things. Too bad they’re penniless though. Oh well, dear, I’m not going to keep you here all day. I’m sure you have more important things to do.”
”I’m actually on my way to write on my novel.” you said with a big smile.
”Ah! Two artists! Double the beauty! Now that would be something else.”
”Mrs Kwan!” you said with a surprised but friendly tone and you both started to laugh.
”Well, we’ll see.” the old lady said as she went back into her apartment and carefully closed the door again.
You couldn’t help but to smile at the kindness of her heart. Wonder what it’s like to see the world from such experienced eyes, having lived and loved a whole life time, you thought as you went upstairs and into your apartment to devour your late lunch.
As time was your enemy, the weekend passed by quickly once again. It was Sunday evening and you were sitting on your bed with your legs crossed and your computer resting on your lap. You starred at the blinking line on the page on the screen. It was waiting for you to fill it with words, but you seemed to be out of words at the moment. Your mind was too distracted for you to write. You couldn’t figure out what was the source of your distraction, so you closed the window and decided to go on Google and search for some inspirational art. Nothing seemed to work. There was no inspiration to be found. As you kept on scrolling through page after page of beautiful images, you heard a loud voice coming from the flat above. You couldn’t hear the exact words, but the voice seemed upset, almost angry.
”What is happening now?” you sighed to yourself as you scratched the back of your head. You hardly had time to give it any other thought as your eyes catched the time, it was already 10:15 p.m.
”Shit!” you exclaimed when you realized how late it was. It was time to get ready for bed, Monday morning is creeping up behind the corner and you really needed to get some sleep after a weekend of productive writing. You leapt out of bed and headed off to the bathroom. After you were done cleaning up, you once again headed back towards the bed. You also brushed your long hair, since it usually got tangled up during your sleep. Funny enough, you weren’t really that tired. Figures. You truly were an night owl. You knew you wouldn’t be able to give writing another go before bed, your brain wasn’t focused enough. You let out an annoyed whimper of frustration and boredom, but was distracted by a sudden knock on your front door. Who could possibly be knocking on your door at this hour?
You took a few sneaky steps towards the door and looked through the peep-hole. You let out a loud sigh when you realized who was standing outside. It was Tae. You carefully opened the door, leaving it on ajar.
”Yes?” you said, sounding a bit annoyed.
”How do you feel about nudity?”
Tae threw the question in your face as if he was asking something mundane as how you felt about having milk in your coffee, completely ignoring the annoyed and unwelcoming tone in your voice. You looked stunned back at him.
”Excuse me?”
Tae gave away a nervous smile. He drew his hand through his hair as he continued.
”You see, my muse has got herself an impediment, so unfortunately she couldn’t show up tonight and now I’m in a desperate need of a replacement…”
You seemed to be unable to close your mouth and continued to stare at him. What the fuck was happening?
”… I have this assignment for my art class. This was her only available date, but the assignment is due tomorrow so I’m a bit lost. Then I came to think of you, and I would truly appreciate your help. Are you willing to be painted?”
You couldn’t wrap your mind around his words. Was he speaking english?
”You know, artist to artist?” he said and made a hand gesture pointing back and forth between the two of you.
You closed your mouth and raised an eyebrow. Tae got a desperate look in his eye. You wanted to shut the door in his face, but there was something inside of you that couldn’t. Damn his big, brown puppy dog eyes.
”Look, I know we’re strangers…”
”And you want me to be naked?” you cut him off.
”Not… entirely…” he started off.
”No, because that would be absurd!” you scoffed.
Tae inhaled and carried on with his appeal.
”My assignment is to paint a person in a tender and vulnerable moment. You don’t need to show a lot of skin… just enough to get the proper emotion.”
”What is `enough´ of skin?” you asked and made gesturing air quotes with your fingers.
”Your back and shoulders? And legs… You’ll be sitting with your back towards me. I won’t force you into doing something you’re not comfortable with and I…”
”I’ll do it.” you said with a determined voice.
Tae silenced at once. This was a first. You almost felt proud of having the power of shutting him up. He looked back at you with his big eyes, almost as if he was shocked that he managed to persuade you.
”… you’ll do it? Thank you!” he said once recovering conciseness. He put his hands together and made a thankful gesture.
”What the hell was that?” your panicked mind thought to yourself. You didn’t know if it was a twist of fate or the fact that you were a bit bored that made you agree to this. Still, you took some pleasurement by the fact that he’d asked you. Isn’t it everybody’s dream to have someone paint you at some point in your life? Like one of the women in all those old paintings in museums. You lost yourself in your own thoughts as followed Tae’s footsteps up the stairs and into his flat.
”What am I supposed to be wearing? Or not be wearing…” you reminded yourself.
”Don’t worry, I have a shirt that you can borrow. I’ll show you”. he said as he gestured you to follow him into the main room. As you entered the room you took a quick look around. There was no doubt this was an artist’s home. The first thing that had caught your eye was an old wooden desk filled with art supplies. You smiled as you glanced upon all the different brushes and pencils standing stacked in different sized ceramic pots. The pots stood neatly in-between multiple paint cans with labels of names of colors that you had barely heard of before. Lying on the table were also trays with dried in paint on them. Next to the desk there were several canvases piled up against the wall, ready to be used. ”I wish I could paint”, you sighed softly to yourself.
In the corner of the room by the windows, there was a bed. Strange, you thought, that he would have his bed out in the main room, as all the apartments in the building included a smaller bedroom. The bed was unmade and the sheets all wrinkled up, yet it still looked very welcoming. A few meters from the bed he had organized a chair, a canvas and side table with brushes. He was all set up and ready to paint his savior in need. You caught yourself smiling as your eyes continued to scan the artist’s place. The walls were filled with paintings and framed photographs. The photographs pictured different objects and environments, such as autumn leaves and flower buds that were yet to bloom. There were pictures of people in different ages. Your eyes wondered from frame to frame. You came upon a picture that you liked particularly much, it was one with a zoom in on a young child’s eyes. It had been captured in the perfect moment, as it showed the spark in his or hers big eyes. They were filled with such joy and curiosity, ready to explore what the world has to offer. There was another photograph that caught your attention. It featured an old couple sitting on a bench outside of an old house. Their body language simulated age and fatigue, yet their eyes were filled with the same spark as the child in the earlier photo. They looked very much in love. You wondered if he’d taken any of the photographs by himself. The next second an old fashioned camera lying on top of a dresser in the other corner of the room caught your eyes and there was your answer, you figured.
”They’re my grandparents.” you heard a deep voice behind you say.
”Really?” you responded and looked back at the photograph on the wall. ”They look like very nice people.”
”They were the nicest people you could ever meet. They were the ones that raised me while my parents worked hard to provide for me and my siblings.” Tae told you as he handed you a white shirt.
”Were? I’m so sorry for your loss…” you said with a comforting voice.
”Thanks” Tae responded as he looked at the photograph. ”I miss them. Everyday.”
You couldn’t help but to notice a hint of sadness in his voice and watched how intensely his eyes stared at the framed photograph of his grandparents. If you were not mistaken, you could see his eyes fighting the urge to tear up.
”I’ll let you change as I prepare the last things for our session.” he said as he shook his head, as if he could shake away his urge to cry.
”Session? Sounds very formal.” you laughed, trying to brighten his mood.
”Well, our creative sitting then.” he responded with a mischievous smile.
He put his back to you to give you some privacy, as he opened some paint cans and filled up his tray. You observed his motions as you began to strip your clothes, starting with your tank top and then let your pajama shorts hit the floor as you were left standing in your panties. You quickly put on the shirt Tae had given you. You hesitated a bit and your cheeks started to flush. He had asked for nudity, but you still hadn’t completely wrapped your mind around this whole thing. You didn’t know where the spark came from, if it was due to tiredness or excitement, but your body suddenly filled up with a sense of courage and calm. With a smooth movement, you removed your underwear and let it reunite with the rest of the clothes lying at your feet.
”Where do you want me to put my clothes?” you asked as you held them in your hands.
Tae looked back at you wearing nothing but his white shirt, and quickly removed his gaze to the clothes in your hand. Did he just get embarrassed?
”Uhh… You can put them on the armchair over there.” he replied and gestured towards an old fashioned, red armchair that you’d neglect to notice. You did as you were told. ”I’m almost done.” he said as he quickened up the pace to get ready as soon as possible.
Your feet started to nervously tap the floor as you felt a bit awkward standing there almost naked. Once again, your eyes attached to the camera lying on the dresser. You decided to get a closer look.
The floor creaked as you walked through the room.
”Why did you ask me?” you asked as you fiddled a bit with the camera. You didn’t know much about cameras, but you could tell this was a few decades old.
”I didn’t feel like painting the 80-year old Mrs Kwan in 1B. Plus, I think you’re very beautiful.”
You felt your cheek blush again, since you’re not used to getting compliments.
”Hey, I find Mrs Kwan to be very adorable and nice.” you said teasingly as you tried to joke off his last words.
”Maybe I’ll ask her next time.”
”She’d love that.”
You both laughed.
”And.. I’m ready”. Tae said and carried the painting tray and put it on the side table.
”Where do I… How do you want me to…” you asked as you pointed towards the bed.
Tae smiled and gestured you to sit.
”You’ll sit with your back towards me.” he said and pointed at his chair. You followed his instruction and faced the wall. He grabbed your shoulders with his light touch and corrected you into the right angle. You had to bend one of your legs to get in the right position.
”Like this?” you asked as he let go of you. You stretched out your other leg to sit more comfortably.
”Perfect.” he answered as he’d taken a step back to get a better look. ”Now… I’ll just carefully pull down the shirt a bit.”
You let his fingers touch the thin fabric of the shirt. He made a swift move and pulled it down slowly, revealing your back inch by inch. You felt goosebumps prickle your skin. His soft touch left a shadow of a light shiver on your body.
”Are you ok?” he asked as he probably had noticed your reaction.
”I’m fine.” you replied and turned your face to the right to follow his movements in the corner of your eye.
A loud gulp left Tae’s throat as his fingers caressed your back through the thin fabric. It seemed he wasn’t left untouched by the situation either. He stopped his movement and left the shirt about an inch above your bottom. Carefully he let one of his hands pull your long hair to side to reveal more of you back. He cleared his throat and headed back to his chair.
”And now I just sit?” you affirmed.
”Now you sit.”
The room was filled with silence for several minutes, as you both soaked in the new atmosphere. It wasn't an awkward silence, it was just… a bit enigmatic. Like something was hanging in the air. You listened to the sound of his pencil touching the canvas as he sketches the outlines of your body. The light in the room was quite dim, only a few lamps were lit. Tae had also lit some candles to get the atmosphere right, you supposed. The sky was pitch black outside, but the city was illuminated by the stars and the moon. It was a beautiful sight. You wondered if the moonlight would give your body a nice glow as Tae was watching you. Did he like what he was seeing?
”Is it okay if I talk?” you asked and broke the silence.
Tae looked up from his canvas.
”Yeah… You can talk. I’ll let you know when I’m doing your mouth.” he responded.
You scoffed. You were way too tired to let that sexual innuendo slip pass. If you could’ve seen Tae’s face, you bet he’d be smiling. He didn’t comment further, so you had to bite your bottom lip to keep you from laughing. Maybe you were the only one with a childish humor.
”Do you mind me asking why you have your bed out here? you decided to ask to keep it from getting unnecessarily awkward.
”Not at all. I didn’t want it in my darkroom.”
”You have a darkroom in your apartment?” ”Yes. It beholds my most precious belongings.”
”Your photographs?”
”Correct.”
You smiled at the thought of him standing in his darkroom, developing beautiful photographs that he’s taken himself.
”Did you take the photographs on your wall?” you ask.
”Most of them.” he replies. ”Can you move your face a little upward?”
You follow his instruction and tilt your head up a bit, once again putting your gaze towards the moon. It gazes back, almost as if it’s watching you. ”Moon, mind your own business” you think to yourself as the corner of your mouth twitches into a little smile.
You wish you could observe Tae the way he was observing every last detail of your body. You had to fight the urge to move your head so you could watch him work his way with his tools. Watch how he’d carefully chose and mix colors to match your skin tone, how he used the brush and left beautiful strokes on the canvas. Just the thought about his face being serious, all crumpled up and focused, awoke tingling butterflies in your stomach. Your legs twitched. Did he notice? You couldn’t take it any longer and made a swift motion to glance back on the artist. He was staring down on his canvas. He was so beautiful sitting there, holding the canvas with one hand and carefully painting it with the other. His hair was a bit tousled up, as if he’d just drawn his fingers through it. You almost let out a loud sigh by just looking at him, but was able to stop yourself just in time.
”Are you comfortable?” he asked all of a sudden, making you jump.
He looked up from the canvas and met your eyes with a curious gaze.
”Err. Yeah. I’m just getting a bit tired. It’s late after all.” you responded. It wasn’t necessarily true, but you didn’t feel like admitting how he was affecting you and getting under your skin.
”Maybe you could tell me something then, to keep you awake. What are you writing about?”
You could feel your cheeks flush. You hardly talked about your writing with other people, it was something close and personal. Somehow, he was emanating a sense of calm and made you feel safe.
”I am writing about a young woman who quits her job and moves to Paris to pursue her dream of becoming a writer. She finds love in a penniless artist with a tragic backstory…”
Tae stopped in the middle of a motion and looked up at you. You stopped mid-sentence as you reflected on the words you’d just said. Oh, the irony. ”That is… very interesting.” Tae responded and looked back down on his painting. ”Very interesting, indeed.”
You scoffed.
”I guess it’s a bit funny.” you said.
”How so?” Tae asked as he raised an eyebrow and once again met your gaze.
”That I’m writing about somebody living in Paris… I’ve never been to Paris.” you answered, fully realizing that Tae knew your answer was a way to sway away from the obvious and coincidental situation.
”I doubt C.S. Lewis ever went to Narnia…” Tae responded with twinkle in his eyes.
You laughed. So the artist had a sense of humor.
”I know, smart ass. What I mean is that I often write about people who are living in similar situations like myself, but has the courage to take that extra leap that I’d never have the guts to do.” ”So, you want to move to Paris?” Tae said as he continued painting.
”No. I mean, Paris seems exciting, but what I meant was that it’s more about what Paris stands for. Making a choice that would change your life forever. Chasing your dreams, rather than someone else’s…” ”So who’s dream are you living?”
”W-what?” you stammered and twisted your entire upper body to look at Tae. He noticed your change in posture and put his brush down on the side table.
”You said so yourself. The thing keeping you from pursuing your dreams is the fear of letting someone else down.”
”That’s not what I said…” you said with a nervous, reassuring voice. You didn’t know if you were trying to reassure him or yourself.
”No, but I read between the lines.” Tae responded and winked an eye at you.
You felt like flipping him off, but you had better manners than that. Plus, you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction.
”Aren’t we all sculptured by society to live perfect lives, as long as we bring something to the table that improves society and not be a liability?” you said.
”So… slaving away on a full time job day in and day out, being miserable inside a cage ’til the end of our days is a good thing? But living outside of the cage; being poor, being free or… being an artist, is a liability to society?” Tae responded slowly, but with a stern voice. ”You’re taking the words out of my mouth…”
You felt very irritated, but mostly confused.
”Y/N… I’m just messing with you.” Tae said and gave you a warm smile.
You took a pillow from the bed and tossed it at him. ”You absolute shit.” you giggled.
”Hey, watch out for the painting! It’s finally done.”
”Can I see it?” you asked as you relaxed your legs into a tailor position.
”When it’s ready to be seen.”
”Stop being so damn mysterious!” you chuckled.
”I’m an artist… it’s my job.” he said and put the canvas on an easel he had hidden in a corner of the room. The painting was faced away from you, so you couldn’t even sneak a peak. This man surely enjoyed teasing you.
”I thought you were just an art student…” you teased back.
Tae scoffed at your comment, fully acknowledging your sarcastic tone.
”Your artist from your story… what does he look like?” he asked as he returned to his chair.
You smiled and looked at the window, your eyes fixed on your own reflection.
”It’s funny actually… I don’t know. I don’t have a face for him yet.”
”Is that so?” Tae commented, trying to hide a smirk on his face. ”I guess I haven’t come upon the right inspirational source yet.” you responded and looked back at Tae.
Suddenly you realized that you still hadn’t covered yourself up again. Your full upper body was still on display. A chill went down your spine and made you shiver.
”Are you okay?” Tae asked.
”I am fine. But I’m starting to get a bit cold.” you replied as you slowly reached for the shirt to pull it back up. You could feel his eyes burn on your body and looked up at him.
”Really?” he said and put his head back slightly as he met your gaze. It felt like he was staring right into your soul. He left his seat and slowly walked up to you. You could feel a gulp in your throat. ”Maybe I can help with that.” Was he for real?
”That was a smooth line.” you admitted. Tae laughed.
”As smooth as my fingers?” he said as he softly drew his fingers up and down your arms.
The warmth from his fingers felt amazing on your skin. Your mouth started to water, and at the same time it felt dry. You didn’t care how exposed you were. The only thing you could focus on was the man in front of you. You couldn’t break your glance away from the big, brown puppy dog eyes that were staring down on your body, or his big luscious lips that were just a few inches away. You felt the hunger of wanting to taste them. The energy between the two of you intensified with every second as your heads slowly reached forward to one another. You got lost into his sweet touch and the sound of his heavy breathing didn’t make it easier. He rested his forehead on yours as he drew you closer. You grabbed hold of his arms and crumpled his shirt with your fists. You couldn’t take it anymore. Neither could he. Your lips slammed together with such force that you almost got hurt. You were both too caught up in the moment to acknowledge any pain, you just kept exploring each other with your tongues as sloppy tools. His hands traveled from your arms and back down to your front. He broke the kiss to draw two fingers down the middle of your chest. He followed his fingers with his gaze and you watched him taking all of you in. You could hardly fathom the fact that a beautiful man like Tae could look at you with such admiration. He looked back up at you and met your gaze. You could feel yourself going breathless as he leaned down to the side of your face. A shiver went down your spine as he opened his mouth to whisper something into your ear. His warm breath felt so good on your skin. You closed your eyes and listened to his soft words.
”I told you I’d let you know when I’d do your mouth.”
#kim taehyung#bts#fan fiction#au#fluff#female reader#pov#art#the muse#bts scenarios#tae fluff#bts fluff#bts au#bts fic
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JUNGKOOK IS REALLY THAT PRETTY BITCH
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I mean, taehyung & hoseok whats good?
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Hobi’s thighs need more credit. You can sit in this and get exclusive ride like no other in your life. *credit goes to the owner*
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is this @btssmutgalore’s sin city jimin? because if so, i’m down with that
cr. fate
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Requested by Anonymous
Can you feel the things I feel right now with you?
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