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No Strings Attached

"Well, this sucks."

You turned to look incredulously at your best friend Seokjin who was seated beside you, his 3rd bottle of beer in hand. "What do you mean this sucks? Spending time with me does?"

"No," he sighed. "I mean this," he said as he gestured around him.

"Spending the weekend moping around the house, crying about lost love sucks," he finally said.

You snorted. "Lost love? Please, Jin. The only thing you lost was your virginity."

Seoljin laughed at your jab despite himself.

"Besides," you continued. "Weren't you the one who broke up with her? What was your reason? 'There was no spark?'" you asked jestingly.

"Well there really wasn't any!" 

You faked a gasp. "How dare you, Seokjin? How could you do that? You do know that the universe is going to get you in one way or another, right?" 

"Don't say that!" he hissed at you. 

"Yep," you nodded your head. "It's gonna get you for thinking that spending time with your best friend sucks," you said, earning you a poke on your side from Seokjin. 

"For real though, I really miss the sex," Jin said as he took a swig of his beer.

"Well, then what's stopping you from having one night stands," you asked. 

"That's too much work for me," he responded. 

You rolled your eyes at him. "So what now? You want her to fall on your lap or something?" 

Seokjin wiggled his eyebrows at you. "Yes."

"You have to put in effort, you dolt!" you  responded, rolling your eyes once more. You were losing count of the number of times you rolled your eyes at your best friend that night. 

"I'm tired, okay? I don't think I can stand opening  myself up to another random person only to discover you have no real connections. It's exhausting having to build new relationships again and again," he ranted. "For now, I just want the sex. That's it."

You nodded, keeping silent. The man actually had a point. What Seokjin was feeling was all too familiar to you, especially since you weren’t someone people would call sexy. You had love handles, and most of the time you found every single flaw on your body. There are days when you’d feel comfortable in your own skin, but these came once every 10 years. And usually, when they came, the boys you liked didn’t like you back. You’ve gotten used to this, being alone. But some days you just craved the brush of a pair of lips against your skin, the feel of someone stretching you out, filling you up. 

“Don’t you miss the sex?” Seokjin asked suddenly, startling you a little.

You sighed. “Of course I do. God, it’s been almost a year since I last got some vitamin D.”

Seokjin snorted. “Vitamin D? Since when did you start calling dicks vitamin D?”

“Since now, you ass,” you said as you hit Jin playfully on his chest.

“What was that? You wanna see my ass?” Seokjin said. He grabbed both your wrists and pulled you towards him. You both laughed as he accidentally sent both of you flying backwards onto one side of the couch, making you spill the beer all over each other.

You attempted to clean up the mess as both of you tried to catch your breath, “Get tissue,” you told Seokjin.

“You’re such a clutz, Jinnie. Look what you did to the couch!” you reproved him. Both of you continued cleaning the couch in silence, with him passing you kitchen towels as you tried to get every surface splattered with beer. 

"Hey," Seokjin broke the silence. 

"Hmm?" you looked up from fluffing the pillows

"You wanna be fuck buddies?" 

You stared at your best friend, not quite believing what he was saying. Did you hear him right? He wanted to have sex with you? 

"What?" 

"You heard me. Do you wanna be fuck buddies?" Seokjin asked again. His face was red. If it was from the liquor or from embarrassment, you couldn't tell. "I mean you're my best friend. You're single. I'm single. We both miss having sex. So why not?" 

You turned his words over and over in your head, unsure of how to respond. 

"Your silence is freaking me out. Say something, please," Seokjin said as he cradled his beetroot red face in his hands. 

"Well, you do have a point," you started. "We could try, I guess. But no falling in love. That shit is messy."

"Pffft. I can't promise. I mean look at all this," he said as he gestured to himself. 

You snorted  "Please, Seokjin. I've seen enough of your small naked ass when we were kids."

Seokjin sauntered forward like a big cat on the prowl. You felt your cheeks heat up infinitesimally. "What are you—" 

Jin had simultaneously grabbed your hand, placed it over his ass, and pressed his body to yours. "Still think it's small?" he asked as he used your hand to squeeze his ass. 

"J-Jin…" you stuttered, unable to think of what to say. 

"Why are you stuttering? It's just me," Seokjin said. He leaned in until his breath mingled with yours. He stared into your eyes. "Let's have sex."

"N-now?"

"Why not? You already gave me a boner," he responded, pressing his crotch against you, making you feel his arousal between your thighs. 

Everything about Seokjin was making you dizzy—his eyelashes on your cheeks and his breath mingling with yours, his proximity and the feel of his toned body against yours, his strong grip on your wrist and his firm touch on the small of your back. You blushed, suddenly feeling conscious of your love handles.

You lowered your eyes and started to step away from him. "Jin, I—"

"What's wrong?" Seokjin asked, his voice gentle. He tried to meet your eye, but you couldn't face him.

"Hey, what's wrong? Did I make you uncomfortable? I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to. I thought you were okay with my proposition," he said as he caressed your cheeks with his thumbs. 

Sighing, you looked at him. "No, Jin. It's not you. I just… I

I'm just… I'm fat and just look at you. You're built like a Greek god, for duck's sake," you finally said, moving to sit on the couch. 

"What do you mean? Haven't you looked at yourself through a mirror?" he asked. There was a puzzled expression on his face for some reason.

You laughed, snorting for the nth time that night. "I have, and that's why I'm feeling this way. This is probably why I can't get laid in the first place," you huffed. 

Seokjin sighed. He reached down and tilted your head towards him. "I'm not just saying this cause you're my best friend and I'm kind of obligated to say this, but," he chuckled a little. "You, woman, don't know how gorgeous you are. Being sexy and beautiful is not just about your body shape. It's how you carry yourself too. Besides, most men like their women soft and cuddly. Trust me."

He finished by tucking a wayward strand of hair behind your ear. You looked at him. "This is weird, you know."

"Me talking about how sexy you are and how I really want to be inside you right now?" he smiled at you. 

You got up from your seat and wrapped your arms around his neck. "Fine. We're both going to regret this tomorrow, but what the heck."

Without saying a word, Seokjin rubbed his nose against yours, as if asking permission to kiss you. "Can I?"

You closed your eyes despite yourself, anxiously awaiting his lips to touch yours.

Then your lips met in a tentative kiss, lips brushing lightly, testing the waters. His pillow lips were soft to the touch as you expected them to be. You licked his lower lip, marveling in its velvety softness against your tongue. 

Seokjin moaned. Then, tracing your lips with his tongue, he pried your lips open and explored your mouth. He tasted like cheese powder and stale beer, but you didn't mind. Not when Seokjin's hands were eagerly exploring your body, his breath ragged with want. His hands glided smoothly over your arms, silently pleading for your to hold onto him tighter. You obliged and pressed your body closer to his. 

“Bed,” Seokjin panted through kisses. “Bed, now.”

You moaned your agreement, unable to talk as Seokjin’s lips were still firmly attached to yours. In a rush to feel skin on skin, you and Seokjin left a trail of discarded clothing as you made your way to his bedroom, lips still locked in a feverish kiss. By the time your head hit Jin’s pillow, he was naked and you had nothing but your underwear on. 

Seokjin broke the kiss and stared into your eyes. Blushing furiously at the intensity, you avert your gaze and try to cover your body with your hands, much to Seokjin’s dismay. 

“Baby, never hide yourself from me,” he said as he pulled your hands away from your torso. 

“And since when have I been your baby?” you asked, trying to change the subject. 

But Seokjin knew you like the back of his hand. 

“Don’t change the subject,” he said with a firm tug on your wrists, exposing you to him. “Well, shit,” he said as his eyes raked through your body. 

“What?” you asked. You were already feeling self conscious. You didn’t need a reminder of how much you hated your body. 

Without warning, Seokjin licked your skin from your chest up before pressing wet kisses on your neck. “You look so fucking good, baby. I can’t wait to see all of you.”

Seokjin’s hands found your breasts. He kneaded them through the material of your underwear as he sucked on every area of skin that was exposed. You bit your lip.  He was doing the bare minimum, but he was getting you so worked up. ‘I haven’t had sex in a long time. That’s it. That must be it,’ you thought.

Jin snaked his arms around you and you felt him unclasp your bra. You lifted your torso to help him a little. And when your breasts sprung free from their confines, you heard him gasp. 

“Fuck,” he whispered agaisnt your skin. “You’re so hot.” Seokjin peppered your bare chest with kisses, his tongue darting out from his luscious lips every now and then to play with your nipples. 

You bit your lip when Seokjin’s mouth finally latched onto your right nipple. He rolled his tongue over the sensitive bud as his left hand kneaded your other breast. His other hand found its way between your legs. A groan escaped from his lips when, slipping his hand under your panties, he felt how wet you already were.

Seokjin looked you in the eyes. His face was a picture of pure lust, and you felt blood rush to your cheeks. Were you really getting him so worked up?

“Fuck, I want to taste you,” he said before taking your mouth in a passionate kiss. “Get on top of me, baby. I want your pussy in my face and my dick in your mouth.”

You stilled, unable to move.

“What’s wrong?” Jin asked when he noticed your reaction.

“I-I’m heavy. You’re gonna get squished…”

“Pfft. Nonsense. That’s not gonna happen, baby,” Seokjin said. He leaned in and started kissing you softly, earnestly, his lips gently tracing your nose and jaw before finding yours. “You won’t hurt me. Trust me. Please?”

You caved and switched positions with the man, relief washing over you as you beheld his manhood. Seokjin was huge—bigger than anyone you have ever been with. There was no way you won’t gag if you were the one under him. As you leaned forward and prepared to take him in your mouth, you feel Seokjin’s tongue glide smoothly across your pussy, and a moan escaped your lips.

You knew Seokjin well enough to know how good he was at using his tongue to charm anyone. But you didn’t expect him to be this good at using his tongue to pleasure women. 

Wanting to pleasure him the way he was pleasuring you, you took him in your mouth, your tongue swirling around the satiny head of his cock. He groaned between your legs when you started to take more of him, your lips wrapping around his thick shaft.

Beneath you, Seokjin's tongue pushed through your folds and found your entrance. You felt him spread your ass with his hands as he tried to get his tongue as deep as possible inside you. And fuck, it felt divine.  

You bobbed your head up and down, trying to take Seokjin's entire length. He was thick and long and his cock felt delicious inside your mouth, skin smooth and satiny against your tongue. You take him to the hilt and swallowed, making your throat squeeze around him.

Seokjin then flicks your clit with his tongue, desperate to make you orgasm. He pushed two fingers inside you and started fucking you with his fingers. He licked your clit vigorously and with much gusto as his fingers worked their magic inside you. 

God, he was making you so wet and needy.

"Jinnie," you moaned. "Fuck, I want you inside me."

 Seokjin didn't say anything. He continued his assault, licking and sucking the sensitive bud between your legs as three of his fingers stretched you. Soon enough, you feel that familiar yet rare knot in your stomach unraveling, like water spilling from a dam.

Your legs shook as you came against Seokjin's tongue and drenched him with your juices. Seokjin lapped at your pussy hungrily, wanting to taste all of you.

Panting, you laid limp on top of him to catch your breath, and you feel Jin dotting kisses all over your ass and thighs.

 "Tired, baby?" he asked beneath you. "I thought you wanted me inside you?" his voice was playful yet still deep with arousal.

 "I do, Jinnie," you answered.

"Then come up here and let me kiss you, baby."

 You obliged, planting yourself on top of him to kiss him. You sucked his tongue as his hands traveled across your body, feeling every bump and curve. You broke the kiss, suddenly feeling self-aware.

"You're so beautiful," Seokjin whispered.

 You blushed. How was he so good at this?

 "Ride me, baby."

 Hovering above him, you gyrated your hips against his, your wet folds rubbing against his hard cock.

 "Fuck," Jin cursed under his breath.

Then in one smooth motion, you impaled yourself on his thick cock.

 "Ah," you moaned as you took him to the hilt. "You're so big, Jin. Fuck."

 Seokjin bit his lip. His hands massaged your legs and your ass, feeling your soft skin and flesh as he waited for you to move.

His hands traveled from your hips to your waist. Then from your waist through your stomach. You looked at him, curious to see his reaction to the rolls of soft flesh on your body. 

Jin bit his lip, his eyes hooded. “You feel amazing, baby. I would fuck you all night if you’d let me.”

Something warm started to spread through your chest. ‘He doesn’t mind. He doesn’t mind at all,’ you thought.

Leaning forward, you kissed him passionately, for once forgetting your fears and insecurities. Seokjin held you in his arms tightly. You were safe with Seokjin. Safe.

 With those thoughts, you moved your hips slowly. Jin matched your pace, thrusting upward languidly, meeting your strokes halfway.

Seokjin squeezed your ass. "Fuck, I wish you could see yourself right now," he said between kisses. "You're so fucking gorgeous. Sit up straight, baby."

 You did as you were told, and he immediately kneaded your breast. He wet his right thumb with his spit and rubbed your clit. 

“Jin,” you pleaded vaguely. 

“Hmm? Yes, babydoll?” he asked, a smirk painted across his face. 

“You’re gonna make me come,” you responded.

“I want you to come. Come all over my cock,” he said, punctuating his words with a particularly hard thrust that pushed you forward. “Cum for me, baby.”

Jin wrapped his arms around you and started thrusting upwards roughly. He pulled out, almost all the way out, only to slam his cock back inside you, making you tremble and shake in his arms. Your moans and his groaning and panting filled the room, accompanied by the sound of skin slapping on skin. It was completely lewd and hot, and it was enough to send you tumbling down the edge of the cliff as you came for the second time that night

As your orgasm rocked you, Seokjin held you close and whispered sweet praises in your ear. 

“You’re so fucking beautiful and sexy. Fuck, your’re so good, cumming for me twice tonight. You make me feel so good.”

He kissed you everywhere, in every place his lips could reach as you came down from your high. And when your heart rate started to slow, you moved your hips again. 

“Ahn,” you moaned. “I want you to c-come.”

“I want you under me, baby,” he responded. 

You switched positions, Seokjin’s hand planted firmly beside your head as he rubbed his cock against your folds. He pushed the head of his cock into your entrance and looked into your eyes. 

Then, he moved his hips, burying his cock all the way inside you. His mouth formed an o as your walls squeezed around him. He pulled out slowly one more time. 

“I’m going to fuck you now. Hard,” he said, voice thick with want.

And he fucked you hard. Hard, fast, and rough. Just the way you liked to be used. You heard the bed creak as Seokjin rammed his cock into you, but it didn’t matter. What mattered was you and him. The way you both made each other feel pleasure inexpressible by words. Nothing but you and him existed.

“I’m close, fuck,” Seokjin moaned. He thrusted into you harder, deeper, and moaned “fuck, fuck, fuck,” before pulling out and cumming all over you, his hot release forming a milky pool on your stomach. 

You looked at him to see him already staring at you, hair amess and face beaded with sweat. “Wow,” he said. 

You laughed, blushing. “Yeah, wow.”

He fumbled through his night stand for tissue, and after wiping you clean, hovered over you once more and swooped down for a chaste kiss on the lips. “You’re amazing.”

You kissed him back. “So are you.”

He threaded his fingers through your hair as he examined your face. “You’re so beautiful, you know?”

“Please, Jin,” you snorted. “I might get used to this.”

“Oh you better,” he said. “Because I’m never going to stop worshipping you and your body. If you want me to, that is,” he added, cheeks a bit flushed. If it was from the sex or from embarrassment, you did not know. And honestly, at this point, you couldn’t care less. 

“I’m not complaining, then,” you said before pulling him in again for another kiss.

[gwacheonlust]

Homecoming

Seokjin has a surprise for you when you come home from your business trip.

"Love!" a familiar voice floats above all others amidst the crowded airport. Seokjin. You turn to his direction and see him almost immediately: he was wearing one of his white shirts  and his "sin jeans" which showed more skin than your own

 pair of distressed jeans. He was dressed so casually, yet he also looked so devilishly handsome that you ask yourself yet again what you did in your past life to get this lucky. You run to him, and he scoops you up into his arms effortlessly.

"Hmmm... I've missed you so much, love," he whispers. "I've missed you, too, love," you whisper back as you bury your face into his neck, taking in the scent of his musky perfume. Holding you at arm's length, he smiles and says, "Let's go home."

You tell him how your business trip went when you got to his car, and you were filled with a sense of quiet contentment all throughout the ride home. You get home in no time, and he doesn't waste a second pampering you with the meal he prepared himself. Just when you thought he was finished with his homecoming gift, he leads you to your bathroom and offers to run you a hot bath. You agree, and he draws the bath for you, filling the tub with warm water and your favorite calming lavender wash. You undress as he does so, the fragrant and soapy warm water filling the bath with steam that immediately relaxes you. 

“It’s ready, my love,” he says, holding out a hand towards you. 

Taking his outstretched hand, you lower yourself onto the tub. Sweet as he is, Seokjin volunteers to scrub your back. The room is suddenly filled with sexual tension so palpable, you could almost taste it, warm, sweet, and sticky, almost like honey on your tongue. You know he feels it, too, but it does not surprise you when he doesn't act on it immediately. His gentle touches and his demeanor change, however, once you've dried up with a towel.

Seokjin pulls your body flush to his and fondles your ass through your towel. "I've missed you so much," he says for the second time today. To emphasize a point, he thrusts his clothed erection onto you. Your left hand finds his crotch and he hisses in your ear when you start palming him. "I've missed you, too," you respond, and he swoops down for a kiss. The kiss starts soft and gentle, with Seokjin tenderly cupping your face with both hands. Then his tongue tentatively touches your lips, asking for entrance.

You give him permission by opening your mouth and sucking his tongue. The kiss you share suddenly becomes desperate and heated as both of you tried to pull each other closer. Seokjin has you naked within seconds, wanting to feel every inch of your skin press against his. Your kiss breaks as you pull his shirt up above his head. It doesn’t take long before your lips come crashing together.

"Mmh..." Seokjin moans as you frantically try to pull his underwear and jeans down. "Baby. Bed. Now," he croaks. You do as he says and lay down on the bed with your eyes fixed on every inch of his body as he removes the last pieces of clothing that keep you from being his. He positions himself between your legs and you reach out to him for another kiss which he more than willingly gives, invading your mouth with his tongue. "Turn around," he pats your hips. "I want your ass up." You follow his orders, wiggling your backside a little thus earning you a light spank from Jin who laughs when you gasp.

"So sensitive already?" he asks. "I haven't even started yet." He smacks your ass again, albeit a little more forcefully. "Stay still now." He hovers over you, trailing kisses all over your back. You feel his erection brush your skin, and you shiver with anticipation. He teasingly licks and kisses everywhere but that part of your body that you want him to pay attention to. "Seokjinnie," you moan. "Please stop teasing." He chuckles fondly in response. "I plan to make this last a while, baby love. You're going to have to be patient."

What he does next, though, completely contradicts his words. He suddenly drags his tongue across your hole, making you gasp and claw at the sheets. He then starts eating you out, his tongue slipping inside from time to time. It doesn't take long for him to slide a finger in.

The sheets are a complete mess, as were you. Seokjin has you panting and pleading for more -- more tongue, more fingers, more anything -- but he doesn't give. Yet. Suddenly, the bed moves, and Seokjin is no longer there. "Seokjin?" you ask as you turn & look for him.

"I'm here, baby," he coos. "Just getting some lube." You fall face first back into the bed and close your eyes as you try to steady your breathing. Heaven knows how much you've yearned to feel all of him inside you again. He massages your ass cheeks. "Ready?" "Yes," you reply.

He slips two fingers inside. "You're so tight around my fingers. Fuck, you'd be tighter around my cock." "Mmh... Please, Jin," you plead. "I- I need you..." "Hmm, so needy," he kisses your back as he continues to pump his fingers in and out of you slowly.

"Have you been good? Baby? Do you deserve to cum tonight?" he asks. "Yes!" you cry out. "Yes I've been real good. Please." You try not to rock your hips against him for more friction, but he makes it difficult. "Please, Jin," you whimper.

Seokjin pulls his fingers out and instructs you to lie down. He wastes not a single second and immediately positions himself between your legs. You look at him and see that his lips are still swollen from your kissing, and you pull him towards you for a kiss.

His lips crash against yours, and soft, wet noises filled the room. Seokjin is like wine, the finest bottle of wine you ever had, and he is intoxicating. You claw at his broad shoulders, wanting to feel more of his skin. You wrap your limbs around his waist, wanting to feel his erection against your sex. Jin breaks the kiss and looks at you. "I love you so much," he says, his voice quiet and serious. You caress his cheek and reply, "And I love you so much, too." He takes your hand and kisses your wrist, saying, "I can't wait to fuck you again."

He lines his cock to your hole and pushes. He bottoms out and sheaths his shaft inside your warmth, making both of you moan. He pulls out ever so slowly only to thrust roughly back in. In and out, he slides. Passionately. Forcefully.

You are close and ready to reach your high, when you open your eyes and see a huge wall mirror mounted to your ceiling. It gives you the perfect view of Seokjin's sculpted body: his ass clenching as he thrusts into you and the muscles on his back undulating with each thrust.

And if Seokjin continuously pounding into you and hitting your sweet spot isn't enough, the sensual sight above you is all you needed. You bite Seokjin's shoulder as you come, and his orgasm soon follows, barreling into him relentlessly. He rides it out and fills you up with his warm, sticky cum. You look at him only to find him already staring at you in awe. He kisses you and you reciprocate. Unlike the kisses you shared during your love making, these kisses are not rushed and heated. They are soft and languid, filled with nothing but love and adoration. When your lips part, you look up at him and say, "The mirror?" He smiles and kisses your nose. "You like it? I wanted you to see how beautiful you are under me." "Oh. What about when I ride you?" you ask. Before he reacts, you push him to the bed and straddle him.

You laugh at the surprised look on his face and plant kisses on his cheeks. "I'm just kidding." Seokjin, however, grinds against you. "I like that joke, though. What if we turn that into a reality?" he asks as he kisses your neck and every bit of skin he could reach.

[gwacheonlust]

Works in Progress & Finished Fics

When Pluto Rises - Taekook, friends to lovers, slow burn, angst, angst with a relatively happy ending (SFW)

Homecoming - Seokjin x Reader, established relationship, smut without plot, vanilla sex

No Strings Attached - Seokjin x Reader, friends with benefits, smut without much plot (lol), curvy women, plus size women

[gwacheonlust]

When Pluto Rises

Junkook has been pining for his best friend Taehyung for years. One starry night, he decides to bare his heart and soul, but before he does, Tae tells him how he feels: he loves Jimin. 

"It's hard to be friends with someone special when every time you look at that person, all you see is everything you want to have," Tae whispered softly.

Jungkook didn't say anything. He knew the feeling. He knew because he loved Tae the way Tae loved Jimin.

And as he laid there beside Taehyung at the back of his father's car, gazing at the moon and the stars scattered like flecks of faint colors painted across the inky night sky, he couldn't help but think of how beautiful his best friend truly is. Yes, Taehyung was the picture of beauty, from the tips of his thick eyelashes down to his toes. But he was more than a pretty face. He was a kind and gentle soul, always so sweet and considerate, putting other people's needs before himself.

Jungkook loved Taehyung. He realized this the night they snuck out of their own houses to watch a meteor shower in the 6th grade. They were huddled together in the blanket Jungkook brought, taking turns drinking hot chocolate from Tae's thermos, giggling at the novelty and thrill of sneaking out on a school night.

“Ooh, look, Kook! There's the big dipper!” Tae pointed excitedly at the constellation. “And then there's the archer!”

Jungkook chuckled at his best friend. “I guess all those hours you spent with your nose pressed against that encyclopedia is paying off,” he said, leaning back on both arms.

“Of course it does, you fool,” Taehyung rolled his eyes at his best friend. “Or else you wouldn't see my name on the honors list every quarter.”

“Hmph. Fine. Find Pluto, then,” Jungkook challenged Taehyung.

“Dork, Pluto only rises minutes before the sun!” Tae snorted.

“How do you know that?” Jungkook looked incredulously at him.

At that question, Taehyung looked at Jungkook and wiggled his eyebrows mischievously. “I watched A Walk to Remember.”

The two boys wheezed with laughter, their shoulders shaking uncontrollably under the light of the stars shooting across the onyx sky. It was in that moment, under the starlit sky, when Jungkook realized he loved his best friend.

And he has loved Taehyung every single day since then.

After that night, they decided to make stargazing a tradition—something they did once every month or whenever they needed to escape from life, whenever they needed to breathe a little. With or without meteor showers.

And whenever there were shooting stars, they each made a wish and told each other what they wished for.

Now, Jungkook was in the exact same spot where he fell in love with his best friend years ago, wishing for the exact same thing he had been wishing for since then: for Taehyung to love him back. The only difference was that  now, he has actually mustered the courage to tell him the truth, not those made-up wishes he told Tae before.

“What did you wish for?” Jungkook asked, his voice as soft as butterfly kisses.

To his surprise, Taehyung answered seriously.

“I wished for Jimin to love me.”

Jungkook looked at his best friend. “Jimin?”

Taehyung nodded wordlessly.

“Since… Since when?” Jungkook tried very hard to swallow the lump on his throat.

Taehyung looked at him wistfully. “Last year, when we went camping,” he said as he looked back at the moon, the bright orbs reflected in his eyes.

Jungkook swallowed. “Does he know?”

“Of course not.” Tae continued staring at the moon.

“It’s hard to be friends with someone special when everytime you look at that person, all you see is everything you want to have,” Tae whispered softly.

Jungkook didn’t say anything. He knew the feeling. He knew because he loved Tae the way Tae loved Jimin.

“What about you?” Taehyung asked all of a sudden, interrupting Jungkook’s train of thought.

“What about me?” the boy asked, still a bit dazed and confused.

“What did you wish for?” Taehyung patiently asked. His eyes, eyes that saw wonder and delight in every single thing, eyes that Jungkook loved getting lost in so much, seemed to see straight  through Jungkook.

“I…” Jungkook began hesitantly. He fiddled with the hem of his shirt as he racked his brain for something to say. ‘Think, think, think,’ he thought. Something. Anything.

“I wished for you to love me,” he blurted out and regretted it almost immediately.

“What did you… What was that?” Taehyung asked. His brows were knit together and he was laughing nervously, blood rushing to his face and coloring his cheeks.

“Come on. You heard me, Tae,” Jungkook said, his own face growing redder by the minute.  

Taehyung sat upright and faced the dark-haired boy beside him. “Are you for real, Jeon Jungkook?”

Jungkook’s heart caught in his throat. He, too, sat up and faced his best friend. “What? What’s wrong?”

“You tell me you love me right after I confess to you that I love Jimin? What the hell, Gguk!” Tae was unable to look at Jungkook.

“Taehyung, plea--”

“Since when?” Taehyung asked, his voice quiet. And when Jungkook wasn’t able to answer right away, he asked again. “Since. When?” he looked at his best friend with steel eyes.

“S-since 6th grade,” Jungkook stammered. An intense pain bloomed in his chest, and even though he didn’t have any heart problems, his heart clenched. He was trying not to let his emotions get the best of him. Not now. He can’t cry in front of Taehyung. Not now.

Taehyung scoffed. “I can’t believe you.”

And with one final look of disgust, he clambered out of the car and started walking home.

✧. ⋆ ⊹

“Stupid, stupid, stupid!” Jungkook said over and over as he remained rooted on the spot, with his back pressed against his father’s car. He kept reliving the event in his head again and again, closing his eyes, wishing desperately for the power to turn back time and undo what he did. Unsay what he said. He shut his eyes tight, forcing the tears that formed down the sides of his face.

“Why does this have to happen?” he choked, asking the moon. “Why do I have to fall in love with my best friend? Why?”

Jungkook did not get to go home that night. He just laid there under the star-specked canopy of the dark sky, staring at the celestial bodies that reminded him so much of the man he loved and questioning how the universe works.

✧. ⋆ ⊹

Jungkook almost skipped school the following day. He had a terrible headache, his nose was stuffy, and worse, his eyes were swollen from crying himself to sleep. But he cannot skip school. He can't not see Taehyung. Especially after yesterday’s events. Maybe they can even talk on the way home. Maybe it will be a better day. He hoped it was going to be a better day.

His hopes were crushed, though, the moment Taehyung entered the classroom with his arm hooked on Jimin's. There was his best friend, the boy he grew up with, the boy he loved, clinging to this blonde transfer student, laughing heartily at whatever the latter was saying as if he didn't tell Jungkook he had no plans of confessing. As if he didn't break Jungkook's heart when he walked away last night.

Jungkook's fists curled into balls when he saw Jimin put a guiding hand on the small of Taehyung's back. He had to avert his gaze and bite his lips to keep from saying anything. It hurt. It fucking hurt.

✧. ⋆ ⊹

Taehyung's smile disappeared the moment he saw the look on Jungkook's face. He knew that look all too well. Jungkook was jealous. And he didn't know what to do with that knowledge.

Truth be told, Taehyung was not mad at the boy. Not anymore at least. Yes, when Jungkook confessed last night, he was taken aback and a tad angered, mainly because he felt incredibly vulnerable and bypassed. It took a lot of courage for him to tell his best friend about his feelings for Jimin, and instead of consoling him, Jungkook goes and confesses to him. But he understood why Jungkook did that, he really did. He knew what it felt like to look into the eyes of the person you loved and feel overwhelmed by the way they were gazing at you. He knew because that happens to him every time he looked into Jimin's eyes.

And he knew he needed to talk to Jungkook soon, apologize for acting that way. Seeing how his best friend reacted to seeing him and Jimin together, however, made him scared to do so.

“Tae?” Jimin's melodic voice snapped him out of his trance. “You okay?” he asked, peering into Taehyung's eyes. Taehyung's head spun.

“Y-yes,” Tae nodded, disentangling his arm from the other boy, averting his eyes.

“You sure?” Jimin leaned in and brushed a wayward strand of hair from Tae’s eyes. “You were all smiley just a few minutes ago.”

Taehyung laughed nervously. “Ah, it’s nothing. I just remembered I didn’t get to finish one errand my mom asked me to do last night,” he said as he twiddled his thumbs.

“I see,” Jimin nodded. “Well, you can always do it later.” He flashed a dazzling smile that disarmed Taehyung once more.

Just then, the teacher entered the room, signalling the beginning of the class. Taehyung walked to his seat which happened to be beside Jungkook. He sat down wordlessly, not even bothering to glance at his best friend.

‘This is stupid,’ he thought to himself. ‘Just say hi or apologize or something.’ He looked at the boy from the corner of his eye and saw that Jungkook was just staring straight ahead. He risked glancing at Jungkook only to see the boy’s jaw so tightly clenched that the vein in his neck was visible from where Tae was seated.

He took a deep breath. This was going to be a long day.

✧. ⋆ ⊹

The entire day dragged by with Jungkook and Taehyung dancing around each other. Both wanting to talk to the other, but both hesitating every time there was an opportunity to.

“What’s up with you and Taehyung?” Yoongi, one of their classmates and close friends, asked Jungkook over lunch.

“Hmm? What do you mean” Jungkook feigned innocence.

“I’m more observant than you make me out to be, Jeon,” Yoongi countered, spearing his steamed broccoli with his fork. “Aside from the fact that you used to be inseparable, you’ve been avoiding each other like the plague the entire day. What’s going on?”

Jungkook sighed. “I hurt his feelings,” he responded vaguely.

Yoongi didn’t press him to elaborate his answer. He just nodded and continued eating his food. That was one of the good things about Yoongi. He never forced you to share something you’re uncomfortable divulging, and Jungkook was very grateful for that.

The pair continued eating in silence, only talking when Jungkook volunteered to return their trays and plates of food. “Thank you,” Jungkook bowed to the staff before meeting Yoongi at the cafeteria door. As he walked, he was only vaguely aware of a pair of eyes watching him from across the room.

✧. ⋆ ⊹

“Can we talk?” a familiar voice interrupted Jungkook’s thoughts. He looked up to find his best friend towering over his seated figure.

“Yeah, sure,” he managed to say, hurriedly stuffing his notebook and pen inside his backpack.

Taehyung waited for Jungkook at the door. They descended the stairs with Taehyung leading the way and Jungkook awkwardly shuffling behind him. The boys walked without directing a single word to each other. It was only when they reached their favorite bench in the playground when Taehyung spoke.

“Sit, please,” he said, tapping the spot on the seat beside him.

Jungkook doesn’t need to be told twice. He cleared his throat. “You wanted to talk?”

“I’m sorry for walking out on you last night,” Taehyung started, his voice barely a whisper.

Jungkook looked at his best friend, and he almost regretted it. For there, sitting beside him, bathed in the golden light of the setting sun, was the magnificence of Taehyung, the boy he has loved his entire life. There, sat beside him, was his past, his present, and in his dreams, his future, looking even more glorious and ethereal than he already was in Jungkook’s eyes. Taehyung made Jungkook’s heart leap to his throat, not just because he was beautiful, but because Jungkook knew the boy was going to break his heart once more.

“I’m sorry for being so rude and getting mad at you all of a sudden,” Taehyung continued. “You didn’t deserve that, Ggukie.”

Jungkook’s chest tightened. ‘Ggukie. He used his pet name for me,’ he thought.

“It’s okay, Tae. You were caught off-guard. I’m sorry for disregarding your feelings, too,” he responded, gripping the edge of the wooden bench tightly.

Tae took a deep breath. “I’m planning to tell Jimin I like him,” he said, looking at Jungkook.

“Oh.”

The blonde boy bit his lip. “If you want to, I’ll stay away. To give you some time. I won’t bug y--”

“No! No, Tae, please. Can we please just go back to the way it was before? I promise, I won’t bring it up again. I promise I’ll erase my feelings for you,” Jungkook pleaded. “Just… just don’t stop being my best friend, Tae. Please. I beg you.”

“You’re… You’re okay with this… setup? Still being friends with me?” Tae asked.

Jungkook nodded frantically. “Yes, I’m okay. I promise I won’t interfere between you and Jimin.”  

His best friend chuckled. “You’re giving me your doe eyes again, Ggukie. How can I resist?”

“So, back to being best friends?” Jungkook held out a hand.

Taehyung took his hand and shook it. “Best friends.”

They stayed in the park until they decided that they were tired of watching children bicker because of the line to the slide. They walked home side by side, the blonde boy with happy, confident strides, the brown-haired boy with dejected ones that he tried so desperately to mask with fake laughter. They got home, one a picture of hope, the other of sadness.

And for the second time that week, Jungkook cried himself to sleep.

✧. ⋆ ⊹

Taehyung wrung his hands as he paced outside the school’s dance studio. He had excused himself from orchestra practice 5 minutes ahead of time to catch Jimin. He was going to confess to Jimin today, right after club practice.

“What’s taking them so long?” he asked no one. He was a bundle of nerves and was basically jittery all day. He didn’t exactly appreciate how the situation was prolonging his agony. “I feel like I’m going to puke,” Tae wondered aloud, his heart hammering in his chest.

Just then, the door of the dance studio swung open, and out came the man he was looking for: Jimin.

“Oh, Taehyungie,” Jimin greeted him, his face covered with a fine sheen of sweat that, in the warm late afternoon glow of the sun, made him glimmer. How could anyone look so good after dance practice?

“Hi, Jimin,” Tae said bashfully.

“Are you waiting for someone? I can call them,” Jimin offered, pointing to the dance studio with his thumbs.

“A-actually, I wanted to talk to you, Jimin,” Tae swallowed. His hands were shaking, and he hoped Jimin didn’t notice them.

Jimin’s plump lips formed a small o, making him look even more adorable that he already is. “Okay. Shoot.”

Tae pointed toward the direction of the playground. “I was thinking maybe we can talk somewhere more private?”

“Oh, sure. Lead the way.”

Taehyung led Jimin to the playground. It was basically the only place in school where he can think. Every time something was bothering him and he couldn’t go to his and Jungkook’s stargazing spot, he’d go to the playground, sit on his favorite bench and watch the sun kiss the earth good night as the moon took its place in the sky.

They reached the bench in no time, and, like the day before with Jungkook, Tae invited Jimin to sit down next to him.

Jimin sat with his body turned towards Taehyung. “Is there something wrong?” he asked, his voice gentle.

“No, no. Nothing’s wrong,” Tae started, looking Jimin in the eyes. Eyes that seemed to hold the wonders of the universe and of the galaxies beyond the one they were in. “In fact, everything is more than okay.” He smiled at light-haired boy.

“Jimin, I’m sorry if this is too sudden. I was thinking of keeping this to myself, but something happened and made me realize that I needed to tell you this,” Tae rambled. Taking a deep breath, he continued, “I like you, Jimin. Not as a person, but as a boy. I mean, I like you as a person, too, but I--ugh. I-I’m s-sorry.” Taehyung buried his face in his hands. How much more embarassing can this get?

To his surprise, Jimin put a hand on his shoulder, chortling. “It’s okay, Taehyungie. Breathe deeply then tell me what you wanted me to hear,” he comforted Tae.

At that moment, with the wind in Jimin’s hair, the yellow orange rays of the sun kissing his face, and a tender smile painted on his lips, Taehyung fell for Jimin even more. Nothing else mattered, just him and this boy. Taehyung and Jimin. That’s all that mattered. Everything else was white noise.

“I like you, Jimin. And if you’ll have me, I’d like to date you,” Taehyung said with more confidence than he thought he had.

Jimin beamed at him. “I’m so glad you decided to tell me. I like you, too, Tae.”

The bench Tae and Jimin were sitting on in the playground has witnessed a lot of things through the course of  the years. And if it could talk about interesting events that happened that day alone, it would tell you about a new couple and the joy that young love brings. It would also tell you of the anguish and pain that came with that same love, as was seen in the swollen doe eyes of the dark-haired young man who sat there after the light-haired couple take their leave with their fingers intertwined.

✧. ⋆ ⊹

Things went back to normal between Taehyung and Jungkook. Tae no longer avoided Jungkook in class. They went to school and back home together again, as in old times. Most importantly, Tae was not awkward around Jungkook. But maybe that was because he didn’t have the time to be awkward around Jungkook, seeing as his boyfriend Jimin liked the boy.

Jungkook kept his end of the bargain. Or at least he tried. He tried to not feel jealous of Jimin every time Tae brought him food. He tried not to roll his eyes everytime Tae gushed about Jimin. And he tried to look away and not feel hurt every time Tae kissed Jimin. It was like a routine he tried to get used to. There were days when it was all good, but there were also days when Jungkook would cry himself to sleep.

It would have been infinitely easier for Jungkook if Jimin was a jerk. But he wasn’t. He was a complete sweetheart, and Jungkook understood why Taehyung liked him. He just wished Jimin wasn’t so amazing so he could hate the boy for stealing his best friend.

Needless to say, Jimin became a part of Tae’s and Jungkook’s lives.  The only thing Jimin had not made his presence known to was their stargazing ritual. And Jungkook intended to keep it that way.

So when Taehyung told Jungkook that he was bringing Jimin along, Jungkook saw red.

“Why is Jimin coming?” he almost shouted. “Stargazing is our thing. You and me. Taehyung and Jungkook,” Jungkook gestured to himself and Tae with both hands. “That’s our thing.”

“Please, Ggukie? Just for tonight. It’s our first month together,” Taehyung said, kneeling in front of Jungkook who was sitting on their porch stairs.

Jungkook opened his mouth. Then closed it only to open and sew his mouth shut again. “Oh, right,” he managed to say after a few seconds.

“Please, Ggukie? For me?” Taehyung pleaded, looking up at him from his lashes and rubbing his palms together.

“Okay, but I’m not driving him home.”

That evening, the three of them laid down on a blanket Taehyung brought. Taehyung in the middle with Jimin to his right and Jungkook on his left. And although Tae was physically there, Jungkook felt like he was alone with a boy and a stranger he used to call his best friend.

Every month since, Jimin has been going with them to their special spot. Jungkook has gotten used to this by now. He was slowly accepting the fact that things will never be the same again with Taehyung. It still stung, but the pain gets lessened every single day.

All thanks to Yoongi.

“Jungooah,” Yoongi whined. “Don’t forget about my game tomorrow, okay?” he said as he sat on Taehyung’s table, waiting for Jungkook to finish packing his things.

Jungkook laughed at his friend’s pouty face. “If you nag me one more time, I’m not watching.”

Yoongi scoffed. “Fine. After we win, your bratty ass is treating me to coffee tomorrow, so bring money,” he swatted Jungkook’s arm before dashing out of the room towards the temporary freedom from school that is Friday.

“If you even win!” Jungkook shouted, following Yoongi closely behind, not bothering to wait for Taehyung who was waiting for his boyfriend to walk him home.

✧. ⋆ ⊹

The gym was packed with people holding hotdogs and banners supporting their favorite team. Jungkook was holding churros and a banner that said, “YOONGI! SHOOT THE BALL OR I’M NOT BUYING YOU COFFEE!”

He picked a seat on the second row of the bleachers, right above his schools team, and busied himself with looking for Yoongi. His eyes found the pale boy soon enough. Yoongi was practice shooting with his team, getting ready for the game.

“Min Yoongi!!!” Jungkook shouted, waving his banner for his friend to see.

Yoongi turned and found him immediately, flashing his warm gummy smile that disarmed many a boy and girl in their school. He shook his head at Jungkook, pointing at the banner the latter had made fro him. His other teammates sniggered at the sign and started elbowing him, with his closest teammate Hoseok going as far as putting him in a headlock and jumping around the court. So much so that their coach had to intervene and put them in line.

Jungkook sat down with a satisfied smile on his face and ate his churros while waiting for the game to start. And when it did, Jungkook forgot about eating the poor thing, and started waving it around like one of those kpop lightsticks fans used in concerts every time Yoongi had possession of the ball, dusting himself and everyone around him with sugar and cinnamon powder.

True to his word, Yoongi helped his team win the game, scoring the most points in his team. This meant that they're playing in the championship games. Jungkook beamed with pride as Yoongi's teammates hoisted him up their shoulders. Approaching the team, Jungkook waited for Yoongi with his hands in his pockets.

“Jeon!”

Jungkook turned to see Hoseok smiling at him, his lips forming a heart. “Jung! Congratulations, man,” he said, offering Hoseok a hand which the latter took.

“Thanks, man,” Hoseok said as he took Jungkook's hand and hugged the boy, thumping his back as if they had long been buddies. “I heard you owe Yoongi dinner?”

“Dinner? That old man! I said I'll treat him to coffee!” Jungkook corrected Hoseok, who laughed heartily at this revelation.

“Well, then let me rescue him from our team,” he said. He walked towards his team and managed to pry Yoongi away from them.

Yoongi jogged up to Jungkook, gummy smile intact, beads of sweat dripping down his face and hair. “Am I good, or am I good?” he bragged jokingly.

“Shut up, you old geezer. Go shower so we can eat,” Jungkook laughed.

With one last chuckle, Yoongi headed to the lockers to shower and change. And when he finished, he and Jungkook headed to Jungkook's favorite coffee shop. He and Taehyung used to go there before for their cakes and pastries. Taehyung never really liked coffee. It was too bitter for him. But now, Jungkook was  going to the cafe to get coffee with Yoongi.

The pair headed immediately to the coffee shop when Yoongi emerged from the lockers. Although Yoongi asked for just coffee, the pair had so much fun talking and making fun of one another, they lost track of time and parted a few minutes before the sun sets over the horizon.

✧. ⋆ ⊹

When Jungkook reached his house, he saw a forlorn-looking Taehyung waiting for him on the steps of their porch. He jogged up to Tae.

“Hey, Tae. What's—”

“Where were you?” Taehyung cuts him.

“I watched Yoongi's basketball game and we went out for iced coffee after. Why? What's wrong?”Jungkook's brow furrowed. There was something in Taehyung's eyes that he has never seen before. Was it anger?

“So you forgot about my recital and just spent the entire day with Yoongi?”

Fuck. Today was Taehyung's recital. He had completely forgotten!

Jungkook reached a hand out and held his best friend’s arm. “Tae, I'm really sorry. I—”

“Forget it,” Taehyung stood up. “It was just a stupid recital anyway.”

Then he picked up his saxophone case and sulked back to his house.

✧. ⋆ ⊹

It was Friday, 6 days since Taehyung’s saxophone recital. 6 days since Jungkook forgot his recital. 6 days since he last talked to his best friend. The afternoon air blew inside the classroom, making the curtains flutter and the sunlight stream inside, catching Taehyung's eye and making him turn to the window which also happened to be where Jungkook was seated. Jungkook caught his eye, and before Tae could avert his eyes, Jungkook held his wrist in an iron grip.

“Taehyungie,” he pleaded with his doe eyes. He looked adorable even with that scar on his left cheek which usually intimidated other people. “Please, I know saying that I forgot isn't an excuse, but please forgive me. I'd do anything. Please?”

Taehyung sighed. Was he being irrational? Taehyung knew the answer to that question, but he still couldn't help feeling hurt. He was, after all, Jungkook's best friend. And he felt as if Jungkook had recently traded him for Yoongi. He looked at the dark-haired boy once more. “I told you about the recital. Why did you forget? How could you forget? I waited for you to come, Jungkook,” he said, voice aquiver with emotions threatening to escape the wall he had built.

“I'm really sorry, Taehyungie,” Jungkook responded, his face a picture of worry and regret. “I don't know what else to say.”

Taehyung looked at his best friend whose twinkling eyes were full of remorse for not attending his recital. He looked at Jungkook, and he caves, the ends of his lips twitching upward to form a small smile. “Fine. I forgive you. But you ever forget about me again, and I swear, Jeon Jungkook. It’s war,” he told the boy as he averted his eyes and looked at the chalkboard, trying not to smile wider.

“Thank you, Taehyungie! Thank you! I promise I won’t forget anything anymore. Thank you,” Jungkook practically squealed with delight upon hearing his words, getting up and pulling him to his chest for a one-sided hug.

True to his word, Jungkook never again forgot anything that has to do with Taehyung. But that meant Taehyung had to deal with an additional member to their usual trio: Yoongi.

Taehyung never noticed it before. When did his Jungkook and Yoongi become this close? Have they always had this kind of relationship? These were the questions Taehyung asked himself whenever Yoongi ate with them during lunch and fed Jungkook his own food through his chopstick (‘He keeps kissing Jungkook indirectly!’ he would rant to Jimin). These were the questions Taehyung asked himself whenever Yoongi teasingly calls Jungkook bunny, and whenever Jungkook reciprocates with lil meow meow. He tries not to let their “newfound closeness” get to him. Yoongi was a nice guy. Quiet, smart, tenacious, hard-working, and handsome. (Scratch that. He was beautiful. But if he knew he was, he never let it show.) Taehyung tried.

But he couldn’t hide his disappointment when Jungkook told him he was bringing along the pale captain of the school’s basketball team.

Taehyung wasn't exactly thrilled with the thought of Yoongi joining their stargazing night even if he himself initiated Jimin into their “best friends only” ritual. He looked at Jungkook and opened his mouth, poised to argue that Jimin was his boyfriend and Yoongi was just Jungkook’s friend, but Jungkook beat him to it.

“Now I know it’s different with Jimin because he’s your boyfriend, but Yoongi is a special friend to me, too. I want to show him our spot,” Jungkook insisted.

‘He sounds serious,’ Taehyung thought. “Fine. He can go,” he conceded, earning him a kiss on the cheek from the dark-haired boy.

The kiss made him feel nice, warm, and fuzzy for the rest of the day. Long enough for him to finish their Math test with him in a good mood, but not long enough for him to greet Yoongi warmly when he and Jungkook arrive at their stargazing spot. Even if he brought churros and hot chocolate with him.

“Ooh! Churros!” Jimin clapped happily. Taehyung almost rolled his eyes on his boyfriend.

Yoongi smiled at Jimin, his eyes crinkling. “You want some now? There’s enough for all of us until the wee hours of the morning.”

“It’s a school night, Yoongi. We’re not staying until daybreak,” Taehyung said, feeling a bit smug about passive-aggressively antagonizing Yoongi.

“Oh, that’s okay. You and Jimin can go home. Yoongi and I are staying. I told mom and dad I’ll stay with Yoongi to watch Pluto rise. They know,” Jungkook swooped in.

“Oh, okay,” Tae responded intelligently. Luckily, Jimin was busy getting a churro to notice the change in his mood.

“I’ll put this at the back of the truck, then. Don’t want the bugs to eat everything,” Yoongi said after Jimin successfully wrestled one from the pack.

Jungkook sat nonchalantly beside Taehyung. Tae turned to his best friend. “You’re really staying up to see Pluto?”

Jungkook looked at him, his eyes twinkling in the dark. “Yeah. Yoongs wants to see Pluto. Why?” he asked.

“Nothing,” Taehyung replied, looking back up at the sky.

Suddenly, Jungkook stands up again. “I think I want hot chocolate,” he declared, rushing to the back of the pickup where Yoongi was still keeping the churros and the hot chocolate. “Wants some?”

Tae shook his head, not wanting to consume anything that Yoongi brought. Yoongi was stealing Jungkook from him, and he did not like it. Jungkook was his best friend, but now, Tae felt like he was slowly losing Jungkook, the one person who truly knew him, all of him. He knew, though, that Jungkook was happy whenever he was with Yoongi.

‘Jungkook is happy whenever he’s with Yoongi,’ Taehyung turned the phrase over and over in his head. Then it hit him. Could it be?

His chest tightened.

“I’ll just go get some churros,” Taehyung told Jimin, his voice shaking and his heart beating wildly against his ribcage.

Thankfully, Jimin doesn’t notice. “Get me one more, too, baby.”

Tae got up cautiously and walked slowly towards his pickup, careful not to make a sound. ‘What are so sacred of, Taehyung?’ he asked himself as he clutched his chest. ‘He said he’s just getting hot chocolate.’

Steeling himself, Taehyung forced his right foot to move in front of his left. Then his left in front of his right. He was walking in a snail’s pace towards the back of his pickup, and he hoped Jimin would not notice how long it took him to get churros.

Taehyung knew what he did not want to see. Truthfully, he expected it, but it still hurt to see the pale boy from the school’s basketball team gently cradle his best friend’s face as they kiss at the back of his pickup truck under the light of the moon. It hurt to see Jungkook wrap his arms around Yoongi’s waist to pull him closer. It hurt to see Jungkook’s eyes light up—he way they used to light up when he looked at him—as he lovingly looked at Yoongi.

And now Taehyung understood. Friends could break your heart, too.

✧. ⋆ ⊹

Jungkook did know what happened. One moment, he was getting hot chocolate and bantering with Yoongi about the boy wanting to spend the entire day with him, and the next thing he knew, Yoongi was gently cupping his cheeks, leaning into him, and kissing him. And it wasn’t just the kind of kiss friends shared. It was a kiss kiss--the kind of kiss couples shared. The kind of kiss that led one thing to another in movies.

And he wasn’t going to lie. He had fantasized about kissing a boy all his life. Well, to be perfectly honest, he had fantasized about kissing Taehyung all his life. He wanted his first kiss to be Taehyung. But with Taehyung being in a relationship with Jimin, he has had to set the dream aside. He just didn’t think he’d get his first kiss this soon. And that it came from none other than Yoongi just blew his mind away.

“You alright?” Yoongi asked as soon as he broke the kiss. He slowly dragged his thumbs across Jungkook's cheeks back and forth, and it made Jungkook dizzy.

“Yeah,” the Jungkook boy managed to say.

Yoongi looked him in the eyes. “I hope that was okay. You have no idea how long I've been wanting to do that.”

“B-but why?” Jungkook asked the pale boy.

Yoongi chuckled at the wide-eyed, bewildered look on his friend’s face. “I like you.”

“Why?”

“Because I do. Do I need to justify why?”

“I-I just don’t understand-”

“Jungooah,” Yoongi interrupted, tutting. “You are an amazing person. Anyone with two eyes and a heart would be able to see and feel that.” Yoongi looked at Jungkook with soft eyes. “I hope it’s okay for me to like you.”

Jungkook gulped, cupping his own cheeks, unsuccessfully trying to hide his blush from Yoongi. “I… It’s okay. No! It’s more than okay. I’m sorry, I just-”

“Jeon Jungkook. Why are you getting flustered. I’m not asking for anything in return. Why are you getting flustered?” Yoongi asked. “No pressure. I just hope you’re okay with me liking you more than a friend.”

Jungkook nodded wordlessly. It was hard to wrap his head around it, how someone as awesome as Yoongi could like him that way.

Jungkook kept thinking about it the entire night, well until the following day. He wasn't the only one who kept thinking about it, though. Taehyung was, too.

✧. ⋆ ⊹

‘They kissed. They kissed. Jungkook and Yoongi kissed.’

Taehyung kept replaying the scene over and over in his head. ‘So what if they did?’ asked a small voice at the back of his mind. ‘Jungkook isn't your boyfriend.’

‘Yes, he isn't. But I still feel betrayed,’ he shot back at himself. It was driving him crazy, knowing that the two kissed. The fact that he was there when it happened and Jungkook didn't tell him about it rubbed salt on the wound. He was annoyed. Irked beyond belief. He was hurt.

And everytime he saw Jungkook glance at Yoongi across the classroom, everytime Jungkook blushed, Taehyung felt as if an arrow dipped into a hot cauldron of potent and freshly-brewed poison called jealousy was shot right through his heart.  

So when he and Jungkook walked home together, he decided to grab the opportunity to talk to Jungkook about it.

“Jungkook,” he started, his voice quiet and steady, hiding the feelings that were bubbling beneath, threatening to boil and spill over what's left of their friendship.

“Hmm?” was all he got from Jungkook.

Taehyung looked at his best friend and saw that he had a faraway look in his eyes. Was he still thinking about their kiss? “Jungkook, do you like Yoongi?”

“What?” the dark-haired boys head snapped to his direction, his eyes wide, cheeks burning red.

“You heard me. Do you like Yoongi?”

“I-- why do you ask?” Jungkook stammered.

“I… I saw you two kiss. Last night,” Taehyung said. His throat constricted, and he felt short of breath. Balling his fists, he stopped walking, forcing Jungkook to stop, turn, and look him in the eyes.

His friend's face was beet red. “Y-yes, we kissed last night. He told me he liked me,” Jungkook raised both of his hands to squeeze his cheeks as if to test if he was merely dreaming.

This irritated Taehyung even more. “So, what? You're dating now?” he snapped at his friend.

“Tae,” Jungkook said. He heard the poison in Tae's voice. “What's wrong? What are you talking to me like that?”

“Gee, I don't know, Jungkook,” Taehyung raised his voice. “Maybe I don't like Yoongi.”

Jungkook, who was still walking, halted and stopped just behind Taehyung. “What's your problem?”

Taehyung turned to him. “My problem?” His fists were balled, and he was shaking. “My problem, Taehyung, is that this Min Yoongi guy is stealing my best friend from me!”

“Yeah, like Jimin didn’t do that to me months ago,” Jungkook retorted, face taking on a reddish purple hue from rage.

“What does Jimin have to do with this?” Taehyung shouted. “We’re talking about us. Our friendship!”

Tae took a few steps forward. Jungkook found his face inches away from his best friend’s.

Taking a shaky breath, Taehyung said, “I don’t want to share you with anyone, Tae.”

Silence.

Seconds, maybe minutes, passed with Jungkook simply staring at the blond boy in front of him.

“That’s very selfish of you, Tae. You already have Jimin. Please let me be happy.”

“Does Yoongi really make you happy? I thought you loved me.” Taehyung’s throat constricted. Jungkook loved him, right?

“Stop being a selfish jerk, Taehyung. I know I was the one who asked us to remain friends, but at least give me this. Let me get over you.” Then Jungkook walked away, never once looking back.

✧. ⋆ ⊹

They say a broken friendship can be a comma or a full stop. All you have to do is choose. Frankly, Jungkook did not quite know where he stands with Taehyung. It’s been two months give or take, and they still have not exchanged a word.

Probably because he and Yoongi started dating.

Why wouldn't they? Yoongi liked him, and he liked Yoongi. And when the entire school heard about them, they suddenly became the most popular couple in school. This meant Taehyung and Jimin avoided them all the more. Well, to be honest, Jimin was still warm and friendly, but since he was Taehyung's boyfriend, he kept to Taehyung and his other friends.

Being with Yoongi was like a dream. He was always there for Jungkook, always so supportive, kind and caring. He showered Jungkook with love and affection, always made sure Jungkook knew how much he loved him through his actions. Stolen kisses here and there. Hand holding. Songs and poetry written just for Jungkook. He was the best boyfriend Jungkook could ever wish for.

But Jungkook missed his best friend. He missed Taehyung. He missed stargazing with him on weekdays and getting in trouble for it. He missed telling Taehyung how he sucked at playing the saxophone just so he could get Taehyung to play Overwatch with him instead. He missed them doing their homework together. He missed movie nights. He missed everything about Taehyung.

He tried not to let it show. He doesn’t want Yoongi to know. So he threw himself into his relationship with Yoongi. He never missed a basketball game, made sure to put the poems Yoongi wrote for him at the covers of his notebooks so he could read them and Yoongi could see him reading them. He never forgot date night. He was doing a good job of being the perfect boyfriend to Yoongi just as Yoongi was to him.

Jungkook was mentally checking his perfect boyfriend list that Friday afternoon at the coffee shop they frequented every weekend after school when Yoongi suddenly spoke.

“I think we should stop seeing each other, Jungoo,” Yoongi said, looking Jungkook in the eye as he played with the handle of his mug.

Jungkook was dumbfounded. He looked at his boyfriend, his eyes wide with the need to understand. “What did you say?”

“I see it in your eyes, Jungooah. There is fondness in them, but there is no love,” said Yoongi.

“Are you dumping me, Yoongi?” Jungkook laughed albeit nervously.

Yoongi laughed with Jungkook. “I can tell everyone you dumped me, if you want to.”

“It’s… It’s not that, Yoongi. I--” Jungkook started.

“It’s okay. I understand, Jungkook. And I don’t think less of you. This is what’s best for both of us,” Yoongi said. He reached out across the table to hold Jungkook’s hand.

“I’m sorry, Yoongi.”

“Don’t be. I knew what I was getting myself into. I just hoped you fell for me the way I did for you,” Yoongi shrugged.

Jungkook sighed. “What gave it away?”

“Well,” Yoongi said, a wry smile decorating his features. “The way you looked at Taehyung.”

“I see,” the younger boy responded, fiddling with the hem of his shirt.

“You should talk to him, by the way. I’m sure he’d be happy to know we’re no longer together,” the pale boy said as he pushed his chair back.

Jungkook looked at him. “Wait. what do you mean?”

“I’ll go ahead. I’ll see you around?”

“Yes. Yes, of course,” responded Jungkook.

Yoongi stood up, so did Jungkook. The pair held hands inside the quaint little coffee shop. Their coffee shop. Finally, after seconds of staring into each other’s eyes, Yoongi leaned in and pressed his lips to Jungkook’s one last time before walking towards the door without looking back, leaving Jungkook staring at his first ex-boyfriend.

✧. ⋆ ⊹

It was Saturday evening. Jungkook, who was recently very much single and didn’t have anything good to do at home, decided to go do some stargazing. It has been quite a while since he went there. He needed a quiet place to process the events from the previous day, and it was the only place he could think of.

He didn't take his dad's car. Instead, he walked to the meadow, wanting as much quiet and solitude as possible.

When he was almost there, a sudden thought popped into his head. “What if Taehyung's there?” he asked himself.

“So what if he's there? He doesn't own the place. He can leave if he does not like seeing you there, Jungkook,” he thought out loud. “Great, now I'm talking to myself.”

All his bravado left, however, the moment he noticed the blond boy who was already occupying his spot, sitting on a light blue blanket spread over the soft grass.

Jungkook looked at the back of the boy’s blond head, trying to figure out what the best thing to do was.

“You can sit beside me. If you want to, that is,” Taehyung suddenly spoke, eyes still trained on the stars.

Jungkook cleared his throat. “Thank you.” He made his way towards his best friend who scooted to one side of the blanket to make room for him. He glanced at Taehyung, but the boy was still staring at the sky.  

“Is it true you dumped Yoongi?”  

Jungkook laughed. “It’s just been a day. News sure does spread fast. That’s what he really said? Yoongi’s so... insufferable. He’s the one who dumped me. He told me I can tell everyone I broke up with him, but...” Jungkook just laughed. Yoongi was too nice.

“So he dumped you? Why? If you don’t mind,” Taehyung asked.

The other boy sighed softly. “He said he can see it in my eyes, that i’m fond of him but I don’t love him.”

Taehyung just nodded, seemingly understanding  

“What about you? How are things with Jimin?” Jungkook asked.

“I broke up with him. It's been a month,” Taehyung responded, his voice quiet.

“Oh,” Jungkook looked at his best friend. “I’m sorry to hear that.”

Taehyung shook his head. “Nah. Don’t be. I shouldn’t have gotten into a relationship with him in the first place.”

Jungkook was puzzled. “What do you mean? I thought you loved him?”

Taehyung looked at Jungkook for the first time since he arrived. “I thought I did, too. Turns out I loved someone else” Taehyung gazed meaningfully at Jungkook.

After an awkward second or two of silence, the blond boy cleared his throat. “Listen, Jungkook. I know the past months have been so… bizarre. And I know I might have permanently damaged our friendship, but I hope you can give me--us--another chance.”

Jungkook twiddled his thumbs. He was quiet for quite a while, but Taehyung didn’t seem to mind.

When he finally spoke, Jungkook asked, “Are you sure? About your feelings for me, I mean?”

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life, Jungkook,” Taehyung, the blond boy next to him, his best friend, his first love responded. Taehyung’s  eyes were twinkling under the dark night sky, Jungkook noticed.

Jungkook nodded. “You know I never really stopped loving you, Tae,” he said, his voice barely a whisper.

“I know,” Taehyung responded.  “I’m sorry. I was a fool for not knowing my own feelings.”

“Ah, well. You know. Feelings are complicated,” Jungkook shrugged.

Taehyung nodded wordlessly.

Jungkook cleared his throat. “So… Wanna see Pluto tonight?”

✧. ⋆ ⊹

The house was alight with laughter and chatter, with relatives and friends trying to catch up, getting to know what has been going on in whose life. It was a pain, really, having that much people in their house. But what could Jungkook tell his mother? That he wanted to be alone on such an important night? Most certainly not! Especially on such a special day like this.

“There’s my baby brother!” a familiar voice bellowed from across the room. “I’ve missed you!”

“Namjoon hyung!” Jungkook stood from his spot on the couch to welcome his brother home. “So now you only come home when there’s a party? Typical.”

Namjoon hugged Jungkook as he chuckled at his younger brother’s humor. “Come on now. You know that’s not true. But I wouldn’t miss my favorite brother’s special day!”

Jungkook rolled his eyes. “Yeah, cause I’m your only brother. Get in there. Mom’s looking for you. She’s in the kitchen.”

“Alright, alright. I’m starving anywa--”

“Namjoon hyung!”

Namjoon and Jungkook turned to the source of the voice. “Taehyung!” Namjoon called back. “Well, look at you! Congratulations!” he said, hugging his brother’s best friend.

“Thank you, hyung!” Taehyung hugged him back. “You got here just now?”

“Yes, I have,” Namjoon responded, relinquishing his hold on Taehyung. “And I’m actually starving. Let’s catch up later after I’ve filled up my tank, okay?” he said as he ruffled both boys’ hair before making his way to the kitchen.

“Yeah, later, hyung,” Taehyung waved at the older boy.

Jungkook cleared his throat. “Wanna get out of here?”

“Jungkook,” Taehyung laughed. “We can’t go, your mom threw this party for us!”

Jungkook snorted. “So you wanna stay in this party all night while people continuously congratulate us?”

“That’s not what--”

“Come on, Tae. It’s just our high school graduation party. No one will miss us,” the dark-haired boy nudged the blond.

Taehyung rolled his eyes. “Fine. Pluto?”

✧. ⋆ ⊹

The full moon shined brightly over the earth that night, illuminating things that have been and that are, as well as opening the eyes to things that are new.  And as Jungkook and Taehyung gazed at the star-speckled sky while they laid inside the younger boy’s dad’s Palisade, Jungkook basked in the familiarity of his love for Taehyung.

It has been 3 months since Yoongi broke up with him. Since Taehyung admitted his feelings for Jungkook. They have never really talked about it again with both of them wanting to take their time. One can’t hurry love, and that was one lesson both of them learned the hard way. But now, Jungkook was sure. He had never been more certain than anything in his life before.

“The moon’s so big,” Taehyung observed. “Isn’t it beautiful just like this?”

Jungkook, who was gazing lovingly at the other boy, suddenly moved and hovered over Tae.

“Jungkook, what are you doing?” the startled blond asked, cheeks visibly reddening despite the pale moonlight.

“The moon is great, but I’d rather look at something even more beautiful,” Jungkook answered. His heart hammered in his chest and his blood roared in his ears.

Taehyung chuckled. “That’s funny, cause I’m looking at something beautiful, too,” he responded. “You are my moon, Jungkookie. And my moon is great and beautiful.”

[gwacheonlust]

Color Synonyms

White

also: pale; blanched; sallow; pallid; waxen; spectral; translucent; albino; 

Grey

also: dust; stone; pepper;  

Black

also:  coal; slate; dusky; ebon; shadow; murky; 

Tan

also: flesh; khaki; cream; tawny; 

Brown

also:  henna; russet; sepia; chestnut; cocoa; drab; bronze; 

Red

also: terracotta ; rouge; carmine;  fire-engine; ruddy

Orange

also:  pumpkin ; rust ; 

Yellow

also: sunny; amber; saffron; hay; straw; platinum; 

Green

also: viridescent; grass; jade; forest; 

Blue

also: turquoise; cyan; ultramarine; royal; aqua; aquamarine;

Purple

also: berry;  amaranthine;

Pink

also: flushed; candy; cherry blossom; petal pink ; 

—– source: http://ingridsundberg.com/

—–additional synonyms added by me

[gwacheonlust]

Entanglement: Part 1

Entanglement: (m) Namjin x Reader

Word count: 5.4k

Genre/warnings: Polyamory, smut, dirty talk

This isn’t very long because I wanted the second part to go into more detail and whatnot but enjoy :)

Parts: one | two 

It was quite an interesting life you led. You were dating Kim Namjoon, a young successful writer who had his own publishing company. He was dashing and smart who treated you like a queen. People knew you had met him from your current boss Kim Seokjin. He was handsome and sexy, kind of an asshole but for some reason that worked for him. They had met in college, hating each other, competing against each other for grades, girlfriends, money, anything with an eyesight of each other. That was until one day they were assigned to be partners for a project in class. They had fought against it but surprisingly to them, they ended up liking each other. So much so that they ended up in bed together even more than that, they’ve been dating since.

No one knew though, except for some friends and family. They like to keeping it to themselves. They of course, didn’t want people defining them because of it or people thinking they couldn’t do their jobs because of it.

Jin was your boss at an accounting firm. Although you thought he could be a model. He barely ever paid attention to you when you first started but that didn’t stop you from looking at him from afar, boss or not.

One late night, when you had been unfairly given way too much paperwork because you were new, you went to put them on Jin’s secretary’s desk so she could send them out first thing Monday morning. Once you laid most of them on the desk you were caught off guard by a strange noise coming from Jin’s office. You were flipping through the paperwork, trying to ignore the different noises.  

You didn’t think anyone else was here so you were slightly scared. Although you wanted to run you couldn’t help but wonder what it was. What if Mr. Kim was choking and needed saving? Or was upset and needed a kind shoulder to cry on? You couldn’t help but want him to like you. He was your boss for god sake, your beautiful, shrill boss. You didn’t know why but you craved it. If he even look that you just walking by you would end up thinking about it all day.

When you walked up a couple of stairs to his office and slightly opened the door, what you didn’t expect was for Mr. Kim to be naked, pounding a tall blonde man who is shouting, “Hyung please!” If you thought about it, you could still hear his plea so clearly in your ears. You could still see them so vividly while you were frozen at the door.

Seokjin standing over the man as he held his hips slowly thrusting and teasing him as a smirk played upon his full lips. His tanned skin dripping with sweat as he slow fucked the gorgeous man underneath him. The paler man was lying forward across the desk, holding onto it for dear life.

They’re grunts and moans filled the room and you were dripping as you were standing still. Not wanting to take your eyes off the beautiful scene. Suddenly, one particularly hard thrust sent you gasping for more and sent both sets of eyes flying to the source. Your eyes widened as the blonde man, being fucked doggy styles did too. On the other hand, Jin just darkly smiled as he moved quicker inside the young man, watching you.

You moaned innocently before the younger man called you to come join and you got scared. You couldn’t help me drop your papers you had forgotten to put on the desk and run. You grabbed your purse as you ran to your car, driving as fast as you ever had, home. You didn’t know why he beckoned you. You didn’t know why you want to do or why you hadn’t.

All you did know was come Monday you would definitely be fired. All weekend Jin and that man was the only thing you could think about or touch yourself to. Your roommate was worried about you but you didn’t care, you were too freaked out. You wondered why you had to be that nosy. Why you had to go check on the noise. You were normally never like that. You never investigated, if you heard something you ran. So what was it about that night?

You stayed in your room and when Monday came it was all you could do to not call in sick. You didn’t though, you held your head up high and when you got to work the blonde man was leaning against your desk. You swallowed hard, just the sight of him made you wet again even if he wasn’t begging for Jin. You breathed out and closed your eyes for a moment before mustering up the slightest courage to walk over to your desk. Flashes of that night were bouncing through your head, making it harder and harder for your wobbly legs to make their way over to him.

The man was faced the opposite direction, looking for you as you quietly set your stuff down. You cleared your throat as to finally get his attention. When he ended up turning around his startled face became one of playfulness. You couldn’t help but stare at the handsome figure as his dimples made their way onto his sculpted face. You innocently stared at him as he fully turned to you. Your sharp intake of breath made him chuckle, “Wow, Jin mentioned you were stunning but you truly are gorgeous.”

“What?” you didn’t know if you were still asleep and a fantasy was coming true or if this was a sick joke that would cost your your job and add humiliation to your name. His eyes widened as a smirk still played on his lips, as if he wondered why you’d speak to him so informally. “I’m sorry, I- I don’t know what to say.”

You were embarrassed at the way he looked at you like prey. People were starting to look a the two of you. Everyone knew that he was Mr. Kim’s friend. He would stop by a lot and you had seen him once or twice in passing. “Just take the compliment, lamb.” You just stared at him as he called you the innocent pet name. “You look like such a good little girl.” Your breath then got caught in your throat at his words.

His jaw tightened, so turned on by your innocence. “You caught Jin and I the other night, didn’t you?” All you could do was nod your head. “Awe, speak lamb.”

You could feel yourself shaking. “I didn’t mean to, I promise!” You said quietly, still trying to get your point across.

“Hey, hey.” The man stood up as he put a hand on your shoulder. He was so tall, thin but muscular. He seemed so kind but then could ruin your body in an instant. You pushed those thoughts aside. “He’s not going to fire me is he? Really, I didn’t mean to. I would never tell anyone, I prom-”

“How do you feel about two men?”

You tried to catch her breath from your early please, “I think it’s fine. I don’t care who you love or who you fuck.” You said quietly, looking around hoping no one could hear you or see how scared you were.

“I mean you being with two men.” Namjoon smiled and bit his lip.

You looked back up at him, confused. “What, I’m sorry… I don’t understand.”

Namjoon’s soft smile was small, “Come to Jin’s office in three minutes.” You started to object but he walked away, going up and into Jin’s office. Most people were watching him, then looking at you.

Your friend Kate came over to you quickly, “Are you alright? What did Mr. Kim’s friend want from you?” She eyed his office door, “He’s really hot.”

“I don’t know.” You tried to play it off. You put your stuff away before having to go into Jin’s office.

“Uh, yeah right. Seriously what did he want?”

“Kate, I don’t know. He told me Jin wanted to see me, okay? I don’t know what it’s about.” You wanted her to just go to her desk so you could walk to Jin’s office and calm down. You are already freaked out enough, you didn’t need her breathing down your neck.

Suddenly Jimin walked up, “Hey ladies. Y/N, what did Mr. Kim’s friend want?”

“I don’t know! Christ sake.” You whisper yelled before you walked over, walking up the couple of stairs, to Jin’s office before knocking. “Come in!” You heard as you took a deep breath, trying not to stumble in as you walked through the door.

“Close the door and have a seat.” Jin said, standing behind his chair. The other man leaning against a side table with mixtures of alcohol on it.

“Yes, Mr. Kim.” You did as he said, closing the door.

“Oh, I like that,” The blonde man said looking at Jin.

“Y/N, this is my friend Kim Namjoon. I believe you’ve already met.”

You sat, “We have.” You smiled and nodded politely to him and Namjoon smiled, I want her Jin.“

“Namjoon, shut up and sit down.” Jin rolled his eyes.

You sat up, feeling like the soft plush chair could eat you whole as the two beautiful blonde Kim’s stared at you. Namjoon crossed his legs and folded his hands nicely as he stared at you and then he looked at Jin.

You nervously bit your lip as Jin finally spoke, moving around his chair. “Miss Y/L/N,” he slowly sat in his huge chair, still intimidating you. “You found Mr. Kim and I and in… well in compromising position last Friday-”

“I swear I didn’t mean to, really. I will never tell a soul, I promise.” Your body felt like it was going into shock. You feel the tears threatened to spell, ready to make you look weak. Your lips started to tremble before Jin spoke again.

“Please, don’t interrupt. I know you won’t… i’ve been watching you since you started. You’re a good little worker, no doubt you’re loyal.” You nodded as he continued, “You’re not in trouble, alright. I just wanted to make that clear.”

“Thank you, Mr. Kim. I promise it won’t happen again.” You figured that was probably the end of the conversation. So you started to rise out of your chair as Jin then finished his sentence, “I mean, if you did there is an offer for you to join us.” You had never fallen back so quickly.

Namjoon chuckled slightly, “You’re scaring her my prince.”

“Well, I don’t know how else to make it clear without her wanting to get HR involved.” Jin huffed, “Remember, we’ve only had one other person fully in this relationship.“

"I know, but the look in her eyes when she saw us-” Namjoon started.

“What the hell are you two talking about?” You said out of the blue, making both men turn to you, shocked. You hated being the center of attention, and the main point of conversation and having no clue what people were talking about.

“Excuse me,” Jin stated.

Namjoon smiled, “Jin and I have been together for a long time. We love each other and also like bringing other people… well into the mix.” You swallowed hard, slightly turned getting wet from his words. “The way you looked at last night was more than arousal. It seemed like you almost wanted to join.” Namjoon waited for an answer but you just looked at him instead, leaning closer to you, “I want to give you that, I want you. Even just for a night.”

You heard his words, looking at Jin who was waiting for an answer. To be honest he didn’t think you’d agree.

“I don’t think I could just have sex with you. Especially someone who is my boss.” There was no doubt you wanted to do this but it seemed like a trick. Then again, at least this way you’d be even with Jin and he couldn’t fire you, if you did… at least you’d hoped. No denying you had always wanted to be in a threesome, and this way was even better, with two highly respected young men. Hell, you’d just watch the two of them fuck again, it had been all you thought about and this would consume your thoughts if you didn’t do it. You doubted you would get any bonus points with Jin from this anyway. He was such a dick sometimes he wouldn’t bat an eye at you afterwards. Maybe that was comforting to you, to know that he wouldn’t dangle this in front of you if you did it.

“How about dinner?” Jin said suddenly.

“Dinner?” You asked curiously.

“Yes,” he said, seeming quite bored. “Have dinner with us and maybe you’ll want to come home with us and get your brains fucked out afterwards.” He said those few words so calmly and you were so turned on that your legs instantly pressed together. Namjoon caught sight of that and he smiled, “I think that’s a yes.”

“Y/N,” Namjoon called for you, pulling you out of your memories. “Yes Joonie?” You yelled back. “Come to bed, please.” He sounded needy. You smile to yourself, turning the TV off. Needy Namjoon was a sight, he was your favorite. When he was needy he put all his focus on you and Jin. You walked down the hall, getting to your bedroom in your shared apartment. Namjoon was in his usual spot in the middle of the California king bed with red silk sheets, Jin’s favorite, speaking of, “Where’s Oppa?” You asked as you stood at the door.

“He’s in the shower. Come on baby, I’ve missed you. I’ve barely gotten to see you today.” Namjoon said, sitting up.

You slowly walked towards him, “That’s not true. You ate me out on the couch while Jin watched and touched himself.” You stopped at the foot of the bed.

“Mh, it seems like I do remember that happening.” He slowly crawled towards you on the bed, stopping before your lips met. “How good was I?” He asked, raising his eyebrows for your answer.

You made a face as you answered, “Well…”

“Oh no you didn’t,” Namjoon kissed you quickly before setting up, grabbing you and throwing you on the bed, making you laugh. He was only in his boxers and his beautiful pale body pinned you down. You were only in a black t-shirt that was actually Jin’s and matching black panties. Jin liked when you or Namjoon wore his clothes, it was a sign you were his. Namjoon liked that to but he also enjoyed marking you and Jin.

You kissed and rolled around in the bed for a little bit, touching and moaning. You couldn’t believe you had been in this relationship for two years. You are more than in love with both of them. Of course they had only ever had one other person in a relationship like this and each other. You didn’t know a lot about it except that it was a boy. Jin was really fond of him but that was a long time ago and he didn’t last as long as you. There was one photo of him and it was in Jin’s home office but you had only ever been allowed in there once since he kept it locked. You’d see in the picture and just knew. Jin had seen you looking and ordered you out, he didn’t talk to you for days after that. It wasn’t until you had thrown yourself at him, begging for him, that he had given you a second look.

You know they loved you but you were never sure how much sometimes. Although you knew Namjoon loved you more, way more. He was open about that sort of thing.

After Jin got out of the shower he joined the two of you in bed. He was wet and yet so beautifully striking in his white shirt that clung to him and his blue boxers. You had ended up sitting on Namjoon’s face as he ate you out again, watching Jin blow Namjoon. Something about Jin’s lips, even Namjoon’s, had you wet. Watching them around Namjoon’s cock was like an out of body experience.

After that you are cleaned up and got in bed together. You were on the left side of Namjoon who was always mostly in the middle, unless you snuck in so you could be between both men. Jin was on his usual side, the right, close to the bathroom door. You could hear them both snoring softly which made you smile, yet you couldn’t sleep.

You looked over at Namjoon, watching his chest move up and down slightly. Looking up at his soft sleeping face. The great thing about Namjoon publicly being your boyfriend was that when he came to visit you were allowed to stop working to be with him. You guessed it was also perks of dating your boss. You could see the way people looked at you, jealous, dating the boss’s best friend. Everyone thought Jin was biased of you because of that, if they only knew.

You felt powerful and alluring having these two men. You were afraid it wouldn’t last long because of your jealousy but you were very in love with both of them and you had fallen hard for both of them. You love being around Jin all day. He wasn’t lovey-dovey and he still treated you like someone who worked for him. Although sometimes you would slip and almost call him his nickname. “Oppa?- shit I mean, Mr. Kim.”

“Y/N, you better be glad no one else is in here.” He rolled his eyes but the truth was he loved that name. He had chosen that for you to call him in and out of bed. The same for Namjoon except he liked being called daddy sometimes and Jin never wanted to call him that.

“Sorry Op- Jin, fuck Mr.-”

“Fuck me, get on my desk. Ass in the air… Now, I don’t have all day.”

Although it was your favorite when Jin would slip up and would want you at work. You couldn’t read Jin like you could Namjoon. Jin seemed so put together but some days he was so needy for you and Namjoon.

Your remember the first time Jin had ever broken down and brought you into his office. You had been in the relationship with them for six months. Namjoon had given you and told you to wear these panties he had gotten you online, panties with a vibrating attachment in them. But what you didn’t know was that he had given the remote to Jin. All day Jin had watched you and messed with you, smiling from his office. You couldn’t take it, it was almost lunch and you had come three times already, rushing to the bathroom to clean yourself off each damn time.

Jin knew, he loved it. He loved that he didn’t even have to touch you to make you come. He had even called you on the phone and told you what a dirty little girl you were, making you come again, before he hung up and went back to work.

You aren’t even too sure if he actually liked you or not but later that day when people started leaving you felt your underwear start the vibrate against you again. You were kind of glad you could see him from your desk. He smirked and you bit your lip. You wanted to fight back so you pushed your work aside and moved your hand down to your skirt. He watched curiously as your pushed your skirt up and back, rubbing your panties harder against yourself as you close your eyes, moving your legs wide open so you could get a better feel.

Your phone ringing brought you back out of your trance. You quickly used your hands that was gripping your desk to answer, “Hello?” You said a little raspy.

“Get your ass in here now!” He said into the phone as the vibrator turned off, making you whine and Jin hung up.

You saw Jin get up as he closed his blinds. You said goodbye to your friends, Jimin and Kate, as you fixed your skirt, took a deep breath and walking up to his office, lightly knocking on the door. “Come in,” was said loudly. You opened and closed the door slowly, “Lock it.” Jin stated as he spoke again, pacing back and forth “That’s right Joon, she’s been quite the bad girl today.”

Your eyes widened as he motioned with his finger for you to come over to him quickly. You try to hide how excited you were and you practically skipped over to him as he quickly so you want his desk before you could say anything. Jin pushed his chair out of the way as he sat you on his desk in front of him.

“Oh, she has?” You heard Namjoon’s voice over speakerphone.

In the six months that you had been dating them you had never gotten to fool around with Jin alone. Of course you had kissed and innocently touched but then Namjoon would you get there and things would quickly escalate. You had often been alone with Namjoon when you would come and visit them at their penthouse. You knew Namjoon was still there on the phone but he wasn’t there physically.

“Tell him,” Jin said, looking down at you with his blond hair parted the way you liked. Just the slightest bit was in his eyes.

“Daddy, I was a bad girl.” you said looking straight into Jin’s eyes.

“My baby girl was bad? What did she do?” Namjoon asked.

“Tell him,” Jin retorted.

You softly pushed Jin’s hair out of his eye. “I touched myself at my desk for Oppa, in front of everyone. I also came a couple times without permission.”

Jin’s jaw was tightened as you said those words, looking at him. You wanted him to be weak for you like he was for Namjoon. You opened her legs, “I’m ready to come again, if Jin will let me.” You said innocently with a pout.

“Fuck,” Jin said quietly. Your hand grabbed his bringing it to touch your heat. “Don’t you see how much I need you?” You asked.

“Jesus, I wish I was there.” Namjoon said through the phone.

Jin kept his eyes on you as you guided his hand against yourself, moving your panties to the side. “She’s fucking wet, Joon, she’s soaking.”

“Shit,” you heard Namjoon shuffle and his pants unbuttoned.

“You want me, don’t you?” Jin asked and you’re nodded. 

“I do, Oppa, please. You’ve been teasing me all day. Fuck me into this desk.”

“Christ Jin, fuck her. You’ve been toying with her all day.” Namjoon said as he started slowly stroking himself. Putting his own phone on speaker and setting it down on his desk.

Jin just stared at you, “You really want me? Tell me how badly.”

“Yes, tell Oppa, baby. If you do a good job I know Jin will fuck you hard like you want. Tell him what you like.” Namjoon sat back in his chair, ready to listen.

You looked at the phone as Namjoon spoke. Once he was done you looked back up at Jin, “Jin, i’ve needed you all day. Every time I’ve come I’ve thought about you fucking me while Namjoon fucked you or also fucked me.” You saw Jin try to compose himself as you continued. “It all felt so good,” you whined. “But my fingers couldn’t suffice for your big cock. I need you, Jin so badly. It’s so hard to work with you every day and not want you to just screw me in the next week.”

“God,” Jin grunted as he pulled you closer to the edge of the desk.

“She likes to be fucked with her clothes on, Jin. It makes her feel like you can’t wait enough.” Namjoon panted.

Jin ripped open your shirt, not even sorry he did as you gasped. He helped you push your skirt up above your thighs as he moved your panties to the side. You started kissing him as you both unbuttoned his shirt and undid his belt and pants. You push them down as he positioned himself and thrusted hard, into you. Your hands were all over his chest as you could hear Namjoon moaning over the phone.

Jin pulled back, “Shit, she’s real nice and tight around my cock, Joon. Do we not fuck her enough?”

“Goddamnit, I’m so pissed I’m not there. Choke her for being a bad girl, my prince.”

“With pleasure,” Jin smiled as his hand moved from your hip to your throat, slightly holding onto it as his other hand held your hip as he pounded into you. Your one hand flew from the desk to hold his alarm, helping steady yourself.

“Jin,” you could barely get out.

“What? It feels good doesn’t it? Oppa’s dick always feels good, doesn’t it? Namjoon, I wish you were here to fuck me and see how well Y/N is taking my cock.”

That imagery made you and Namjoon moan out loudly. “I get to fuck you extra hard tonight for torturing me like this.”

“Yes,” Jin said as his thrusts didn’t let out. He felt so good inside of you, thrusting back and forth. He let go of your throat as he put his hand in the back of your hair, pulling you closer to him. “Yes, fuck yes Oppa. Daddy it feels so good!” You screamed out as you pulled Jin closer to you and your fingernails ran down his back.

“Fuck, baby. You’re close aren’t you?” Jin stated.

“I am, please help me come. I need it so badly,” you begged.

“I don’t know,” Jin pulled you back to look at him. He started slowing down but every other thrust was jolting you forward.

“Oh god,” you cried, “please!”

“Joon, what do you think? I mean she’s come so many times today. Even without our permission…”

“Let her come, baby. I mean you’ve been torturing her with that remote all day. I remember when you did the same to me. We can punish her later.”

“Please,” you looked up Jin with your plea. Wanting to hear about that story later.

“Thank daddy for letting you come.” Jin told you.

Jin never really liked calling him that when he did it really was a struggle for you because it sounded so much better coming off his lips. “Thank you, thank you daddy for letting Oppa make me come!”

“That’s my good girl. Alright, we’re are close. Fuck her Jin, make her come hard all over you.” Namjoon said and you could hear him stroking himself so fast. Jin held onto you tightly as his hips quickly and a radically moved. He was hitting that spot inside of you over and over again that made you scream.

You held onto Jin you has he grunted and released inside of you as you came around him, pulling him down for a kiss. You panted in his mouth as his tongue entered yours. “Mh, that’s right, come for Oppa.” Jin moaned as you heard Namjoon choke on a grunt as he came. Your eyes had rolled back into your head as you came and came down from your high. Your eyes shut as you laid there on Jin’s desk. Jin pulled out of you, making you whine. “Joon, we’ll see you at home.” Jin said before hanging up. “Fix your clothes and let’s go home.” He was buttoning his shirt back up and tucking it in his pants.

You sat up a little too quickly. He was so abrupt, you never know what he was thinking. You fixed yourself, buttoning your shirt and fixing your panties and skirt. You rushed out, going to your desk and grabbing your purse and belongings. Not knowing if ‘home’ meant going to your own or going to his. You just really wanted to see Namjoon right now.

When you got out to the parking garage you started to walk to your car. “Where are you going?”

“To my car. You said to go home….”

“Yeah, I meant…” he stopped and sighed, walking abruptly toward you. “Move in with us.”

“What?” You laughed slightly and his jaw tightened. “I’m sorry, but it’s only been six months Jin.”

“You don’t think I know that? The penthouse Namjoon and I have is way better than that shitty little apartment you share with someone, I’m sure.”

He made a good point but you shook your head. This relationship is already so new to you. Moving in with two men who had already been together for so long? “Come on, Namjoon already bitches that I get to see you more than he does. You would get to come home to both of us this way.”

You eyed him for a moment, "Jin are you sure?” You were already so in love with both of them. You wanted to be closer to them anyway and in a slight way you were always jealous that they got to see each other and sleep in the same bed. You did love their place though…

Although you never imagined in a million years Jin would be the one to ask you to move in. You figured it would be Namjoon. He had already told you he loved you, he wanted you around and you knew that.

“Y/N,” you heard your name. “Y/N,” it was echoing, you knew it was Jin’s voice though. “Y/N!”

You were snapped out of your thoughts, realizing you were sitting at the kitchen island with tea in front of you and Jin looking at you. “What are you doing up?”

“I couldn’t sleep. What about you?”

“Same as you. Is that tea?” He nodded to your cup.

“Yeah, hot water is on the stove.”

“Great,” you heard him say as he walked over to it. You heard the pouring of the water as the box of tea was open and shuffled around before Jin closed it and put it up. “What were you thinking about?” He asked as he moved around the island to sit in front of you.

“When you asked me to move in… why did you?” You said down your tea quietly.

He answered you before blowing on his tea, “I wanted you here, is that so hard to believe?” He grab the sugar and a spoon before sitting back down.

“Just… I remember the look in your eyes so clearly.”

He stirred the sugar in his tea, “I realized I was in love with you.” He still wasn’t looking at you and that bothered you.

“Is that true?”

He looked up at you, tapping the spoon on the side of the cup before dropping the spoon, “Why would I lie?”

“I don’t know Jin, that’s why i’m asking.” You said calmly as he looked irritated.

His face was stern, speaking before he took a sip, “I’m not lying.” He put the tea down, looking at you as you sipped yours. “You let me fuck you without Namjoon there, he was on the phone, but that’s beside the point.” He breathed out, “I remember that day very clearly. I wanted you very damn badly and you didn’t seem like you are afraid of me like you used to be. I knew you liked Namjoon more and that’s hard for me. I like being the favorite. You were just so… good. I knew I loved you and I wanted to keep you around. Now here we are two years later.”

You smiled at him before another voice startled you. “Here you guys are. I woke up alone.” Namjoon walked in the kitchen, kissing Jin before going to the refrigerator. He got out some water before downing the whole thing, walking over to you. “My little lamb wasn’t clinging to my side like usual.” You finished your tea, pushing it to the side while Namjoon picked you up, “Come back to bed, both of you.”

You giggled, holding onto him as Jin smiled. “Get your asses into bed and start preparing each other. I need both of you.”

You and Namjoon looked at each other before he held onto you tighter and raced into the bedroom.

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MASTURBATION GUIDE for girls <3

Knowing one’s own body is fundamental to knowing the best ways to feel pleasure. So it is necessary to explore our senses, try new things, touch our body, our intimate parts and abuse ourselves in search of what satisfies us. The advice is to try to get the head free. “Precisely because women were created on the rules of what is right, what is wrong, what is beautiful, what is ugly, what is sin even in sex, is that they can not masturbate.” That is, try to focus on touching your body. ·.·Tips·.· • Do not think That’s the number one rule of thumb is not to masturbate with guilt - there’s nothing, absolutely nothing, to take pleasure in yourself. This guilt disrupts and creates a wall between us and our own body. Then fill your mind with sexual images. • Take your time Masturbation requires steps to climax. We need to feel comfortable starting the steps of pleasure. That is why every fantasy and encouragement is most welcome. Do not accelerate masturbation movements early on. Preliminaries are very important. If you are not lubricated, you have to generate encouragement for the pleasure to happen. “For the body to function it is necessary to stimulate the head, the brain, that is, to fantasize is necessary and good. You have to ally the physical and the psychological. So, in addition to getting rid of guilt, do not think about unpleasant moments. That is, the ideal is to let positive thinking take over. • But where do I touch? The suggestion is not to start by touching the clitoris or vagina directly. Explore your body. Put your hands on the nape of your neck, on your breasts, legs, buttocks, until you reach the vagina. But every body is a body, so start where you feel best. Already the time to go to the lower regions is after feeling some pleasure in your body. "When you arrive, start playing without having to enjoy, to stimulate and explore. Run your hands through the large lips, small lips, in the vagina and clitoris. • Vibrators and "other little things” Those who like vibrators can also play with it in these pleasurable areas. But if you do not have it, improvise on an object and do not forget to wash it before using it. However, it must be an object that does not hurt. • Bet on visual stimulus The pleasure of each one is very particular. Some women like to watch sexy scenes, if they imagine with people; others like to play striptease in front of the mirror or even watch porn. But for whom uses excess movies: “after a while you may not be able to have sex or masturbate without it. The ideal is to create fantasies in one’s own head. ” And the clitoris is one of the most stimulating points of pleasure. • Let it happen naturally … “The more relaxed, the more the will, the calmer, the easier it will get there. Time must be set aside. ” Finally, create a calm and cozy atmosphere! It will help you to stay calm, without pressure or haste.

- - IDEAS - - 

- 1. You can use two vibrators to focus on the most sensitive parts. - 2. Sit on a chair and rub yourself into a rolled up towel. - 3. Or do the same, only using a vibrator in place on the towel. - 4. If you look in the mirror while you masturbate. And the important thing is not to be ashamed of your own body!

- 5. Be liberal with the lubricant 6. Contract and relax your thighs and buttocks to intensify the sensations while masturbating 7. Do not be afraid to change your position (face down, knees, sitting, lying down …) - 8. If the clitoral stimulation is too intense for you, circle it around the clitoris. 9. Make creative use of the pillow. - 10. Rub it against something. - 11. Use the vibrator everywhere. - 12. Cross your legs to press clitoris. 13. Copy everything that is happening on the porn using your hands and toys. - 14. Synchronize your movements with the music. - 15. Do not use toys for a while. 16. Treat your clitoris like a small penis. - 17. Use tub or go straight to the shower. - 18. Add nipple fasteners in your arsenal - or use hair clips as an impromptu solution. - 19. Use massage oil. - 20. Try the “diamond format”. * Diamond shape *: Lay on your back with legs spread apart knees and feet together. Then I stick a finger on each side of her clit, and rub back and forth.

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HEY BABIES! hope you enjoy this guide,I translated exclusively for you ^^ xoxo

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Do you have links for the second ISACs of 2015 and 2016? I don't think BTS were at the one you linked for 2015, and I think they were at both from 2016.

These are the links you need dear (HD Eng Subbed Isac):

ISAC 2014 HERE ISAC 2015 HERE ISAC 2016 HERE ISAC 2017 HERE

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Daisies and Dinosaurs (M) – Chapter 02

Summary: You help Namjoon by unpacking boxes at his apartment. The task makes you reminisce on your long friendship with his late wife.

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

Genre: Fluff, angst

Word Count: 7,311

Warning: SingleFather!Namjoon, mentions of death, more excessive cuteness, alcohol

Chapters: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06

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;under the same sun (m)

pairing— kim seokjin x reader x jung hoseok genre/warnings— SMUT, threesome, sharing, lots of dirty talk, minor ass play, just pure filth really… words— 15,370

summary— a stranger flips you and your boyfriend’s world upside down for one night…

song— she wants to move | n.e.r.d

author’s note— whoever the anon was that said this sounded chaotic, you’re right…….15k of smut, I can’t believe my poor fingers and mind..

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I need the next chapter 😭

Daisies and Dinosaurs (M) – Chapter 01

Summary: An old friend walks back into your life with his young daughter in tow.

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

Genre: Fluff, angst

Word Count: 4,802

Warning: SingleFather!Namjoon, mentions of death, excessive cuteness, risk of cavities

A/N: I had a very compelling dream about Namjoon over a year ago and it’s been marinating in my cream puff heart ever since. This is how it began.

Chapters: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06

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;black honey

pairing—min yoongi x reader   genre/warnings— smut, vampire! yoongi words— 2,719

:: summary— in a world where vampires coexist with the living, there are many humans looking for a cheap thrill…you’re ashamed to admit you’re curious too, putting to good use a dating app you find…but Min Yoongi is nothing like you imagined a vampire to be…

;the touch of silk—black honey—sunday mornings—small things

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yoonjin hugging after winning best roommate award 😭

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BTS vs GOT7: Leaders’ response to their maknaes’ grinding for anon

x / x

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Seaside Sabbatical (M)

Summary: After an accountant in your firm is sent to prison, you are assigned to clean up the mess he left behind. Sorting out your clients’ disastrous business records proves beneficial when you meet the fisherman who teaches you the value of taking a break.

Pairing: Jin x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Smut

Word Count: 11,145

Warning: Fisherman!Jin, Accountant!Reader, sexual themes, oral sex, profanity, discussion of taxes, terrible fishing jokes, unnaturally high levels of wish-fulfillment

Series: Working Man Bangtan

A/N: This has enough wholesome fluff to give me a cavity, but it just felt right. Pardon the cheesiness, as there was no way to avoid it in this type of fic. Hope you enjoy!

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Call Me Mistress – Firetruck (M)

Summary: The Mistress celebrates Christmas with Firetruck, a neurosurgeon who longs for a maternal touch.

Pairing: Jin x Reader

Genre: Smut, angst, fluff

Word Count: 8,674

Warning: Sub!Jin, Dominatrix!Reader, BDSM, sex work, femdom, sexual themes, mommy kink, ageplay, roleplay, spanking, oral sex, handjob, mentions of death, profanity, holiday cheer, baked goods

Series: Call Me Mistress

A/N: After reading a plethora of daddy kink fics over the years, I decided to present an alternative. Happy holidays! 🎄

Client List: Prologue | River (Namjoon) | Ramen (Jungkook): Pt. 1, Pt. 2, Pt. 3 | Firetruck (Jin) | (more forthcoming)  

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Passionfruit | 1

➭ “To you, matters of the heart have always been simple. You’ve always lived by three rules: you don’t do emotions, you don’t do attachment, and you don’t do love. That is, until you meet the enigma that is Kim Namjoon- a man who shakes your entire world upside down.”

pairing: reader x Namjoon genre: smut words: 3.3k inspired by → this song

part one | two | three

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