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inkjam-moon · 22 days ago

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In honor of Hobi's discharge, bathroom encounter at a Halloween party? Any idea you'd have around that's perfect

A/N:LMAO I don't know if this even makes szense i had to much to drink so enjoyyyyyy

“Oh my god, that’s so funny!” Jiyeon cackles as the guy next to her whispers what you can only assume are jokes in her ear.

You take another sip of whatever concoction is in your cup before you hear what sounds like a very familiar voice from behind you. Your ears perk up as you swivel your head, looking around for the source and sure enough, after a few moments of scanning the room you spot him dressed as a basketball player, nearly spitting out your drink as you do.

Hoseok?

You thought he was still away at his military service. Did that end already? Shit. You grab Jiyeon’s arm and abruptly tug her away from her new friend, dragging her to the hallway out of sight.

“Y/N, what the hell?” She squeaks.

“Unnie, he’s back.” You state, eyes wide in terror.

“Who?”

“Hoseok.”

Jiyeon’s eyes widen. “There’s no way.” You nod your head in his direction and she turns to look. “Oh shit.” She turns back to you. “Do… Do you want to leave?”

You immediately shake your head no, knowing how much fun she’s having. “I think… I think I'm just going to run to the bathroom real quick and clear my head so I don't do anything stupid.”

“Okay, let me know if you change your mind.” She rubs your arm in an attempt to comfort you and you nod before turning and heading down the hallway to the bathroom.

You enter the small confines of the room and shut and lock the door. You grip the counter tightly, looking down at the sink as you try to breathe. He’s back. You can’t believe he’s back just when you thought you were finally rid of him.

Truth be told, you had the biggest crush on him. You were close friends once upon a time, but you let your feelings get in the way of the friendship around the time he found out he was leaving for his military service. You were told by his friend and you were heartbroken that he didn’t tell you himself. The two of you had begun seeing less and less of each other as you kept canceling plans, or blowing him off because you thought he didn’t care enough about you to even tell you he was leaving. The day he left you went to see him with the rest of your friends and the two of you got into a huge argument where you ended up slapping him across the face when he asked “Why do you even care if I leave, it’s not like you want to see me anymore”.

You haven’t seen or contacted each other since.

But now he’s back. And of course he’s at the halloween party too. You sigh heavily as you look at yourself in the mirror. You turn on the cold water and flick a few droplets in your face to help calm you down. You’re just going to have to avoid him. Yep that’s what you’re going to do. And if he sees you? At least you look sexy as hell. He can eat his heart out.

You check your makeup in the mirror before standing up and adjusting your nurse costume, letting a little more cleavage show. You do a once over one more time before unlocking the door and opening to find someone about to knock on the other side. You lock eyes with the only person you don’t want to see.

“Y/N-ah…”

“Hobi…”

You both just stand there staring at each other for a solid minute, searching each other’s faces for something before Hoseok quickly pushes you back into the bathroom with him and locks the door behind him.

“I-I’ve been looking for you.” He mumbles. “I saw Jiyeon.”

“Why… Why were you looking for me?” You question, genuinely confused.

“Because I wanted to talk to you.”

“About what?”

Hoseok sighs. “Listen… I know things were, well, rough when I was leaving. I really wanted to apologize.”

You scoff. “Apologize? Hoseok, it's been a year. I’m over it.” He raises his eyebrows at you and you look away, both of you know you’re lying.

“Look, Joon told me why you were so upset with me and now I understand what happened.”

“Right.” You roll your eyes, hopping up to sit on the counter.

“Forgive me or not Y/N, I need you to know that I was going to tell you.”

“You think I was upset because you didn’t tell me your service was starting?”

He furrows his eyebrows. “I… I thought so yeah.”

“That was such a small part of it.” You shake your head.

“What was it then?”

“Ugh, Hoseok I was-” You sigh, dragging your hands over your face. “I liked you, okay? I had the biggest crush on you and you didn’t feel the same way. When you didn’t tell me you were leaving, it kind of just solidified that for me, so by distancing myself from you I thought I was doing you a favor… And then you thought I didn't want to see you anymore? Are you kidding? I didn’t… I didn’t know what to do with myself when you left.” You admit, devastated to finally tell him the truth.

He raises his hand to his cheek as if feeling the true sting of your slap for the first time. “So we haven’t talked in a year because of a misunderstanding?”

You nod, twisting your fingers in your lap. “I didn’t want to ruin our friendship… and by doing that … I ruined our friendship.”

“I thought you just hated me.”

“Hobi, I could never hate you.” You stare down at your lap until you feel a hand tilting your chin back up. You meet Hoseok’s gaze for only a second before he leans forward and presses his lips against yours. You pull away after only a few seconds, your eyes wide. “What are you doing?”

He chuckles, his thumb brushing your chin. “Y/N-ah… don’t you know I’m crazy about you?”

“W-what?”

“I was going to tell you the same night I was going to tell you I was leaving, but someone told you first, and then you kept blowing me off; you never gave me the chance. And then that fight.”

“Hoseok, I’m so sorry.” You shake your head in amazement, giggling a bit at the fact that it really was just a big misunderstanding.

He shrugs, brushing your hair out of your face. “We were both really dumb, huh?”

“So dumb.”

And with that his lips are back on yours. You let yourself get lost in the feeling this time, loving the way his mouth seems to caress yours so gently and yet so desperately at the same time. He stands between your legs and wastes no time in prodding at your lips with his tongue. You accept his request, letting his tongue tangle with yours as your hands grip his shirt, pulling him closer, having waited so long for this moment you never thought would happen.

It isn’t long before you feel something pressing against your center and you quickly slip a hand down, cupping his hardening length over his shorts as your own arousal begins to soak your panties.

“Y/N-ah, what-?” He gasps at the touch.

“I need you inside me.” You whine, tugging at his waistband.

“N-now? You don’t want to wai-”

“I don’t want to wait for you any longer.” You insist, finally managing to slip his shorts down his legs.

“Shit that’s hot.” He curses, dropping his boxers to the floor as well. You watch his thick length bounce as he pulls you up to the edge of the counter, slipping one of his hands under your costume and pulling your underwear to the side before scooting as close to you as he can. His cock presses against your core and your body flashes with heat. “Are you sure about this?”

You nod with a whimper. “Please.”

WIth one hand still holding your panties to the side, and the other gripping your waist, he presses his hips forward. You slide a hand down between the two of you to guide him to the right place, and you feel his tip slip past your walls. A low moan leaves your mouth as he stretches you open at an agonizingly slow pace. A slow burn builds between your thighs as he fills you completely, your head falling back as he finally stills.

Your core pulses around him and you feel his lips on your neck, placing light kisses across the exposed expanse of skin. He grunts when you contract particularly hard around him and he takes that as the sign to start moving. His pace is slow at first, almost unbearably so as he takes his time, making sure to feel the entirety of your body reacting to him.

“H-Hobi…” You gasp, begging him to move faster. He seems to get the message as his hips pick up the pace, rocking into you faster and faster until the bathroom is filled only with lewd squelching sounds from between your legs, and the rapid, heavy breathing of you both.

After a few minutes of this he seemingly grows tired of smacking into the sink and slips out of you. Before you can protest he helps you down off the counter and spins you around, bending you over the counter and yanking your underwear down just enough before immediately slipping back into your entrance, both of you groaning at the feeling.

“God, how are you tighter than you were five seconds ago?” He growls.

You can only whimper in response, gripping the counter as Hoseok begins to slam into you, his hips smacking harshly against your ass, the sound echoing around the room. He feels so good, hitting all the right spots inside you that you start seeing stars. The feeling of him inside you is the only thing you can focus on as the feeling sitting low in your abdomen begins to swirl and bend with malicious intent.

“Hobi I’m- fuck.. I’m gonna cum.” You whine in warning, the sensation between your legs just too good.

“Shit.” He swears, his grip tightening on your hips. You chance a glance in the mirror to see his eyes focused on the spot where you’re joined together, a light sheen of sweat glistening on his brown as he fucks you oh so deliciously.

The sight alone is enough to snap the coil of your orgasm, slapping a hand over your mouth as you cry out, your core tightening relentlessly around Hoseok’s length as colors explode behind your eyelids. It’s not much longer before Hoseok groans low in his chest, his hips faltering before filling you to the hilt. His grip bruises your hips as he cums, his release hot inside you as he milks the feeling. His hands move to rub your back soothingly, staying seated inside you for a long moment.

“Fuck… I’ve wanted to do that for so long.” He hisses before slowly pulling out of you.

As your senses return to you, you feel Hoseok’s release drip out of your center, but that's not the only thing you feel. You keep your hand clamped over your mouth, small whines of overstimulation slipping out as Hoseok bends down and slips his tongue into your folds, effectively cleaning up the mess he made as you try not to make a sound, your legs shaking from the feeling when his tongue glides across your clit.

“Hobi, please~” You beg, trying to pull yourself away from the onslaught of his mouth. When he deems you clean enough, Hoseok pulls your panties back into place and helps you stand, his arm catching your waist when your legs buckle.

“You taste good.” He states like it’s a casual thing. “I should’ve done that first.”

“Do you think anyone heard us?” You ask, pulling your costume back into place as Hoseok cleans himself up and then does the same.

He shakes his head. “Nah, we were quiet.” He pulls you to him and places one last kiss against your lips before unlocking the bathroom door and opening it only to find several questioning faces on the other side, including that of Jiyeon.

“Well,” She smirks wildly at the sight of you two on the other side of the door. “I guess it’s a good thing we didn’t go home.”

#day after reblog

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inkjam-moon · 23 days ago

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In honor of Hobi's discharge, bathroom encounter at a Halloween party? Any idea you'd have around that's perfect

A/N:LMAO I don't know if this even makes szense i had to much to drink so enjoyyyyyy

“Oh my god, that’s so funny!” Jiyeon cackles as the guy next to her whispers what you can only assume are jokes in her ear.

Hoseok?

You thought he was still away at his military service. Did that end already? Shit. You grab Jiyeon’s arm and abruptly tug her away from her new friend, dragging her to the hallway out of sight.

“Y/N, what the hell?” She squeaks.

“Unnie, he’s back.” You state, eyes wide in terror.

“Who?”

“Hoseok.”

Jiyeon’s eyes widen. “There’s no way.” You nod your head in his direction and she turns to look. “Oh shit.” She turns back to you. “Do… Do you want to leave?”

You immediately shake your head no, knowing how much fun she’s having. “I think… I think I'm just going to run to the bathroom real quick and clear my head so I don't do anything stupid.”

“Okay, let me know if you change your mind.” She rubs your arm in an attempt to comfort you and you nod before turning and heading down the hallway to the bathroom.

You haven’t seen or contacted each other since.

“Y/N-ah…”

“Hobi…”

“I-I’ve been looking for you.” He mumbles. “I saw Jiyeon.”

“Why… Why were you looking for me?” You question, genuinely confused.

“Because I wanted to talk to you.”

“About what?”

Hoseok sighs. “Listen… I know things were, well, rough when I was leaving. I really wanted to apologize.”

You scoff. “Apologize? Hoseok, it's been a year. I’m over it.” He raises his eyebrows at you and you look away, both of you know you’re lying.

“Look, Joon told me why you were so upset with me and now I understand what happened.”

“Right.” You roll your eyes, hopping up to sit on the counter.

“Forgive me or not Y/N, I need you to know that I was going to tell you.”

“You think I was upset because you didn’t tell me your service was starting?”

He furrows his eyebrows. “I… I thought so yeah.”

“That was such a small part of it.” You shake your head.

“What was it then?”

He raises his hand to his cheek as if feeling the true sting of your slap for the first time. “So we haven’t talked in a year because of a misunderstanding?”

You nod, twisting your fingers in your lap. “I didn’t want to ruin our friendship… and by doing that … I ruined our friendship.”

“I thought you just hated me.”

He chuckles, his thumb brushing your chin. “Y/N-ah… don’t you know I’m crazy about you?”

“W-what?”

“I was going to tell you the same night I was going to tell you I was leaving, but someone told you first, and then you kept blowing me off; you never gave me the chance. And then that fight.”

“Hoseok, I’m so sorry.” You shake your head in amazement, giggling a bit at the fact that it really was just a big misunderstanding.

He shrugs, brushing your hair out of your face. “We were both really dumb, huh?”

“So dumb.”

It isn’t long before you feel something pressing against your center and you quickly slip a hand down, cupping his hardening length over his shorts as your own arousal begins to soak your panties.

“Y/N-ah, what-?” He gasps at the touch.

“I need you inside me.” You whine, tugging at his waistband.

“N-now? You don’t want to wai-”

“I don’t want to wait for you any longer.” You insist, finally managing to slip his shorts down his legs.

You nod with a whimper. “Please.”

“God, how are you tighter than you were five seconds ago?” He growls.

“Hobi I’m- fuck.. I’m gonna cum.” You whine in warning, the sensation between your legs just too good.

“Fuck… I’ve wanted to do that for so long.” He hisses before slowly pulling out of you.

“You taste good.” He states like it’s a casual thing. “I should’ve done that first.”

“Do you think anyone heard us?” You ask, pulling your costume back into place as Hoseok cleans himself up and then does the same.

“Well,” She smirks wildly at the sight of you two on the other side of the door. “I guess it’s a good thing we didn’t go home.”

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inkjam-moon · 23 days ago

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heyyyy i'm a lil tipsy send me a halloween themed drabble idea~

#inks post #drunk drabble #drabble alert

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inkjam-moon · 28 days ago

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Pros of re-reading your own fic

a good time;

Has exactly the tropes you like and the characterization you want to read;

Gratification: yes you did finish a thing and yes you did do good;

just a very fun time all around.

Cons of re-reading your own fic:

Is that another TYpO

#MOOD #im currently re-reading everything to see what i want to do next #the typos are KILLING ME #HOW ARE THERE SO MANY

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inkjam-moon · 29 days ago

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Code of Silence Ch 7 - The Fire (M)

Genre: Mafia AU, FLUFF, smut

Member: Min Yoongi

Word Count: 9.1K

TW: swearing, mafia talk, sex talk, drug mention, death mention/death, creampie mention, the l word, cunnilingus, eating out, fingering, break ups, cock warming, fire, arson, murder

AN: Hi... uhhhhhhh yeah my first fic back and it feels so right *kiss*

"Wait, what did you say?"

He looks at you, suddenly seeming nervous. “I-I’m sorry…” he mumbles. “It just slipped out.”

You nod once, stilled in thought as you process the moment.

“Y/N-ah?” Yoongi looks up at you, grabbing your chin.

“Sorry.” You shake your head and force a quick smile, realizing that you’re still on top of him, and he’s still inside you. “Shower?”

He studies you for a moment, his gaze lingering on yours before he nods in return. You gingerly raise your hips, whining a little as he slips out of you and his cum begins to drip from your center.

“Oh shit. I-I didn’t mean to…” Yoongi gestures to the white drops now decorating his lap.

You tilt your head as you stand up before you realize exactly what he’s talking about. “Oh…” It’s barely a whisper. “D-don’t worry about it.” You mumble, shaking him off as you collect your discarded clothes. That's not something you can bring yourself to think about at the moment. You help him up off the couch and lead him through his room and into the bathroom.

You don’t talk much as you shower, feeling like your brain might be smoking from just how fast it's reeling. Yoongi doesn’t seem to notice as he presses up against you, his hands gently resting on your waist for a few moments before he starts washing your back for you. When you’re finished, you exit the shower first and change into your pajamas before climbing into bed and pulling the covers up to your chin.

He said he loves you…

Yoongi jumps into bed with you and snuggles up to your back, much like he does every night, his arm draped over your waist.

Yoongi said he loves you…

You feel his breathing even out behind you as he falls asleep.

What the fuck are you supposed to do?

You're avoiding Yoongi. You know you’re avoiding him. He knows you're avoiding him. Hell, who doesn't know you’re avoiding him. All you know is that ever since those three words fell from his lips, your brain gets all fuzzy when you’re near him.

It's been almost a week, and you've said maybe three entire sentences to Yoongi in passing. Every morning before he wakes up; you’re already gone, and every night when he gets home, you’re already in bed. You rarely stop by the club unless something desperately needs your attention. You spend most of your days either at your parent’s house, reminiscing about when things were simpler; or wandering the park, with Seokjin or Namjoon at your side as a guard. You visit your parents twice, but you don’t know what to say to them either, only replacing their flowers with fresh ones.

It's not that you don't love Yoongi. It’s that you’re not sure if you love Yoongi. To you, love is a strong word. A dangerous word.

There are definitely feelings inside you for Yoongi of some capacity, you’re simply trying to sort through them before you say anything, and that seems to be more difficult than you originally thought it was going to be.

There are too many questions running laps around your mind to decide on anything. Why can’t you bring yourself to trust anyone else? Could Yoongi ever actually fall in love with you? The girl from hell? How could you ever let him get this close to you? You’re so incredibly fucked up after all. You blame yourself.

You’ve watched more loved ones get lowered into the ground than anyone should have to and that makes you terrified to lose him the same way you seem to lose everyone else. You want to love again… but can you? You appreciate that he hasn’t pressed you about it, not that you’ve given him a chance to. He’s too busy planning his infiltration of Busan anyway.

Today you’re sitting on a blanket at the park, enjoying the early October air as you read next to the pond, sprawled out on a blanket. Seokjin is sitting on a bench a few yards away, his eyes flitting between you and the crowd around you both. You’re almost through the shitty romance book you picked up, and when you finish the chapter you’re on, you feel a heavy sigh leave your body; the main characters have just confessed their love for each other. Even your book knows you're avoiding him.

Seokjin’s gaze flicks back to you, raising an eyebrow at the sound. “Something the matter?” He questions.

You slot your bookmark into its place and slam the book shut. “Yes. There is.”

He raises both eyebrows at you now. “Go on.” He nods.

“Why does everything have to be about love?”

He snorts at this. “You do realize you’re reading a romance book, right?” His eyes go back to scanning the people around you.

You roll your eyes and toss the book onto the blanket in front of you. “Romance is a sham…”

“Someone's bitter today.” Seokjin notes. You only huff at him in response. “Does this have anything to do with the fight you and Yoongi are in the middle of?”

“It’s not a fight.” You state.

“Please,” He scoffs. “Everyone can see you’re avoiding each other.” You know. “You’ve been leaving early, he’s been staying late. Obviously something’s going on.” You know.

“It is not a fight!” You reiterate, beginning to stuff your things into your bag.

He shakes his head at you, putting his hands up. “Hey, if you need someone to listen, I am judgment free.”

You look down at the ground, mulling it over, before meeting his gaze once more. “If you tell a soul…”

“It’s not my place.” He shrugs, holding his pinky out to you. You stare at him for a second more before linking your pinky with his and pressing your thumbs together.

“Okay… do you know the truth about us?”

“You mean, the reason you actually got married?” He nods. “Wasn’t hard to pick up on that transaction.”

“Well, Yoongi and I… We’ve gotten closer.”

“Obviously.” Seokjin snorts. You shoot a glare at him. “Sorry, continue.”

“So, the other night, Yoongi may have said… That he might… Love me… For the first time…” You trail off, not wanting to say it out loud. “But-!” You continue. “He said it just slipped out. A spur of the moment kind of thing.”

“And what were you doing to elicit such a phrase?” Seokjin furrows his brows at you. You roll your eyes, raising your own eyebrows as you look at him. He gets it. “Ah, I see. Hmm…” He pauses, thinking for a minute. “I mean, it could have been an accident like you said, but-” Seokjin stands, stretching his arms up over his head. “Maybe it wasn’t.” He shrugs.

You stare up at him, dumbfounded. “What do you mean? Yoongi doesn’t love me. He can’t.” You shake your head, gathering your things and standing up. “Right?”

“Well, first of all, how do you feel?”

You shake your head again. “That doesn’t matter.” Seokjin stares at you knowingly. “Ugh, I don't know!” You throw your hands up in defeat. “I don't know how I feel…” You begin to walk away from Seokjin toward the car.

“Why not?” He asks, following you

“Well, I've never really thought about it before.”

“Why not?”

“Because!” You hiss. “It was a transaction! Everything’s a transaction. It’s all about business, all the time! This wasn’t supposed to be any different.”

“So that's what you’ve been doing for the last week? Thinking?”

“Exactly.” You state.

“Well, now that you’ve thought about it,” He begins. “How do you feel?”

You pause, searching for the right words in your brain to phrase your feelings for your husband. “I… I mean…” You pause again. “I like him?” It comes out as more of a question.

“Are you sure?”

“I like him.” You repeat. “There’s… There’s this feeling there, but I'm not sure how to describe it.” You explain as you reach the car.

Seokjin thinks on this for a moment. “Well, how do you feel when you’re around him?”

You close your eyes and think about Yoongi, a small smile gracing your lips as you run through the memories you’ve made together since you got married; dancing at your wedding, sharing drunken kisses, opening wedding presents, getting to really know each other, making meals, laughing on the couch, the first real kiss you shared, the first time you felt each other, how you felt when you thought you lost him; something in your brain clicks, and for the first time in a week, the fog covering your thoughts clears. “I don't know…” You mumble. “Do I… Do I love him?”

Seokjin shrugs again. “I mean, you’ve known each other for a long time, so it’s possible.”

“A long time?” You scoff. “I’ve known him for like a year.”

He chuckles at this. “Maybe you don't remember, but you two used to hang out when you were kids.”

“What? No we didn’t. You’re thinking of Taehyung.”

“No, I’m not. This was before you met Taehyung.”

“What are you talking about Seokjin?”

“You’ve known Yoongi since your parents got married.” He explains. “He was the first friend you met here, but since Taehyung was closer in age, I guess you hit it off with him better. I don’t know the details; I’ve only really seen pictures while he talked about it.”

“Pictures?” As you walk, you think back to times when you were little, trying to remember something, anything from the time before you met Taehyung. A young Yoongi? Maybe. You see it in flashes, barely able to recall.

“Holy shit…”

“Told you.” Seokjin says as he unlocks the car. “The only difference is, he remembers.”

“He does?” You ask, opening the car door.

He nods, sliding into the car and you follow. “Like I said. He’s known you for a long time.” Seokjin repeats. “I would be more surprised if he hadn’t developed feelings for you.”

You nod, remembering something you said to Yoongi the night he proposed. We’ll what? Fall in love and everything will be okay? That’s not how this works. Could you have been wrong? “So you think…?”

Seokjin shakes his head as he pulls out of the parking lot. “It’s not for me to say. You need to talk to your husband.”

You need to talk to your husband. Shit. The rest of the car ride is silent as you think about Yoongi. When Seokjin finally pulls up to your apartment building, you sigh, turning to him with your hand on the door handle.

“Thanks, Seokjin.” You offer him a small smile. “For listening.”

“Anytime.” He nods at you. “And please, call me Jin.”

“Jin.” You get out of the car and lean back down. “Thanks Jin.” You shut the door and wave as he drives away. You walk up the stairs into your building and head to your apartment.

You immediately toss your things aside as you shut the door behind you, heading to your room and opening the closet doors. You walk inside to the very back and crouch down on your knees, digging through some old boxes until you find what you’re looking for: three old, dusty photo albums. Your mom loved taking pictures and documented every occasion, so if there’s any proof you knew Yoongi before, it’d be in here.

You flip through the first one to find nothing but baby pictures; you know they’re in order of your age. You put the first one back and open the second to see it starts when you’re about 2 and goes until you’re 5. You put that one back as well. It’s got to be in the last one. You crack it open, searching for your sixth birthday, knowing you moved to Korea soon after.

The first picture of your mother and father makes your eyes misty, and you stare at it for a moment, loving how happy they looked. You smile to yourself and keep looking. There’s their wedding pictures, including some of you as the flower girl. A picture of your father and Uncle Min. And, wait. Who…? You find a picture of you on the next page at your favorite park, the one you were at today. You’re sitting on a bench, smiling at the camera, and there’s a boy next to you, smiling at you. You slip the picture out of its protective plastic covering and flip it over hoping to find an answer.

Y/N-ah (6) and Yoongi-ah (9) at Moonlight Waterside Park, June 2002.

It's written in your mothers handwriting. How do you not remember this? At all? You flip through the book to see if there’s anything else, but this is the only picture of you and Yoongi. You keep the picture out, putting the last photo book away before heading back out of your room. You place the picture on the dining room table, dumbstruck as you look at it once more. You shake your head as you walk into the kitchen checking the time. It’s already 8pm. Perfect. You have about four hours before Yoongi gets home if he stays out late again. You start up the oven, readying yourself to cook a very special dinner.

After all the food is set, you run back to the kitchen to grab a lighter. You managed to whip up some choice steaks you had saved, perfectly medium rare, seasoned with salt and pepper the way you know Yoongi likes, along with smashed garlic red potatoes, and a nice mix of roasted veggies.

You set the table beautifully with a red tablecloth and matching candles, pulling out some of the tableware you got as a wedding gift and making both of your place settings look exquisite. You put on a simple t-shirt dress, nothing too fancy, just black, and begin to light the candles. Just as you’re lighting the last one, you hear numbers being punched into the keypad and sure enough at 12:07, the door opens quietly and Yoongi walks inside. He doesn’t see you at first, his eyes adjusting to the dimness of the low kitchen lights.

“Y/N?” He tilts his head, taking in the scene. “What’s going on?”

“Dinner.” You state simply. “I figured you were tired of eating out every night.” You look over at him to see his dress shirt is unbuttoned about halfway down his chest, and he’s not wearing anything under it today, his bare skin catching the flickering reflection of the candles. His hair is tousled messily as he runs a hand through it, his eyes meeting yours, confusion evident on his features as he walks over to the table.

“Steak?” He licks his lips as he takes in the sight before him. “Smells amazing.”

“Have a seat.” You gesture to his chair.

He hesitates for only a moment before taking his seat. You grab the bottle of wine from in front of you and pour him a glass before taking your seat next to him and pouring one for yourself, the picture hidden on the seat on your other side.

It’s quiet as you both dig into your meals, the only sound being that of the soft music playing in the background and the clinking of utensils on plates. Every time Yoongi takes a sip of wine, he glances at you curiously, studying the way you’re eating. It isn’t until he only has a few bites left that he finally breaks the silence surrounding you both.

“So I know your birthday isn’t for a few months. Am I forgetting some type of anniversary or something?” He questions. You only shake your head. Yoongi stabs a piece of broccoli and holds it up to his mouth. “Okay, what’s today then?”

You take another sip of your wine. “Tuesday, I think.”

He chuckles at your smartass answer. “Tuesday…” He repeats. “Got it. Anything else?”

“Just thought it might be nice to sit down for dinner together.”

Yoongi’s eyes narrow at your words as he puts down his fork. “Y/N, it's been almost a week since you said anything of substance to me. Am I supposed to believe everything’s just okay now?”

You take the last bite of your food and he watches carefully as you put down your utensils and drink the rest of your wine. “I need to talk to you about something.”

He tilts his head, raising an eyebrow. “Something?” He questions. You nod. “I’m all ears.”

You pause to gather yourself, taking a deep breath before you begin. “Yoongi I… I appreciate that you gave me space this week. I’ve been doing a lot of thinking, and I have something important we should discuss.” You state.

“Do you… want a divorce?” He asks quietly.

“What? No, that’s not-” You can't help but giggle. “You thought I was going to ask for a divorce?”

“I mean,” He shrugs. “Didn't seem like there was any other option.”

“I don't want a divorce Yoongi. But I do have a question for you.”

“Oh?”

You grab the picture from where you hid it next to you and hold it to your chest. “I was talking to someone today-”

“Jin.”

“-Jin.” You agree. “And he told me something interesting about you.”

“What’s that?” Yoongi leans back in his chair.

“He told me,” You hold out the photo to him. “That you remember this.”

Yoongi takes the outstretched photo from your hand and studies it closely, a small smile gracing his lips when he realizes what exactly he’s looking at. “Of course I do.” He runs his fingers across the photo fondly. You stay silent waiting for an explanation. “This was one of the last days before you met Taehyung.” He begins. “Our moms took us to the park to get ice cream because we were driving them crazy. Not long after this was taken, you smashed your ice cream cone on my head.” He chuckles, reliving the memory in his mind.

“What?” You snort. “Why?”

“Because I told you girls had cooties.” He hands the photo back to you. “That was pretty much the end of our friendship. When my mom told me to apologize a few days later, you had already met Tae and seemed to have forgotten all about me.” He finally meets your gaze, his brown eyes endearing.

“Why don’t I remember?” You ask, more to yourself than him.

“Probably because I was a little older.” He explains. “I think it had more of an impact on me anyway.”

“Why’s that?”

“I didn’t think you had cooties. I had a crush on you.”

“Y-you did?” You lean closer to him.

He nods, placing his hands on top of yours where they lay on the table. “My mom teased me about it all the time. But I was too late, and the feelings mostly faded.”

“Mostly?” You rub your thumb across the back of his hand.

“Until the day I was inducted.” He admits. “The first time I saw you again after all the time I spent away at school. I know you were bored out of your mind at that meeting, but I couldn't take my eyes off of you.”

You nod, thinking over Yoongi’s confession. “And… now?” You question.

“And now…” He sighs, taking your hands in his. “Now I know.”

“Know what?”

“That I never stopped loving you.”

Your heart thumps in your chest as your eyes lock onto his, surprised at the admission, but at the same time, the feeling you’ve been trying to describe all week fills you from head to toe. “Yoongi I…” Your words falter and he shakes his head.

“It’s okay, I know.”

“No.” You stop him from pulling away. “You don’t. You don't know anything, do you ever listen?” You huff out a small laugh. He seems shocked by your words and his body goes rigid, waiting for you to continue. “Yoongi I love you too.” You blurt. You’re not even sure if you said it out loud. Was that just in your head? “I don't want a divorce, you fucking idiot, I love you too.” You repeat, smiling as you wipe away your happy tears.

Yoongi is silent for a minute, not daring to move, afraid he’ll wake up if he does. One more beat and suddenly he's pulled you up out of your seat and his lips are on yours. It’s the best kiss yet, needy and passionate, Yoongi letting you know just how long he’s been waiting for you to say those words. He grabs your waist and pulls you flush against his body, taking the breath from your lungs as his lips part yours, kissing you as though his life depended on it. Your hands quickly find purchase around his neck and in his hair, pulling him closer, as if there was any space left between the two of you.

“Y/N-ah…” He pants, breaking the kiss and resting his forehead against yours. “You’re the best thing that's ever happened to me.”

“Yoongi…” You blush, trying to look away, but Yoongi’s lips reattach to yours. Everything feels perfect. Right now, right here in this moment, it feels like your world is finally spinning in the right direction. “I love you…” You mumble against his mouth, making him smile against yours.

Your hands slip under his suit jacket and it falls to the floor just before he grabs your waist, guiding you backwards toward the table. He carefully picks you up and sets you down on top of it, making the silverware clink against the plates.

“What are you doing?” You giggle as he pulls back to brush your hair out of your face. He only smirks, pressing his lips to yours again as his hands reach up under your dress, taking hold of your underwear and shimmying them down your legs, stepping out of the way to get them off completely before situating himself between your thighs, gripping them and pressing himself close to you as his lips find your neck. “Ah~” You whimper as he bites you just under your ear. You know it’s only been a week, but you sure did miss this feeling.

“Lay back.” He growls, sending shivers down your spine. You obey, leaning back on your elbows, watching Yoongi curiously as he sits down in the chair behind him. He scoots up to you, spreading your legs and wrapping his arms around your thighs, not giving you time to react before his tongue slips into your folds.

“Ah, Y-Yoongi!” You moan, your head falling back at the first ever feeling of his mouth between your legs, reveling in the absolute bliss it brings you, electrifying your senses.

He groans against you, his tongue making quick, calculated swipes around your clit as he warms you up, not yet touching the sensitive bud. His tongue dips into your entrance and you lay back completely with a soft moan, your hands searching for something to grab and finding the table cloth beneath you.

“You taste so good, baby.” He mumbles against you, making your body run hot. Once he’s got your cheeks flushing with heat, he finally acquiesces, his tongue trailing up to the sweet bundle of nerves begging for his touch. He flattens his tongue and drags it up your slit, your back arching off the table at the feeling.

“God~ Yoongi…” You whimper, your hands reaching down and finding purchase in his hair, tugging gently.

“I should’ve done this sooner.” He chuckles against you, sending vibrations through your core as he brings one of his hands down to tease your entrance, tracing just his fingertips around it. “You look so fucking hot like this Y/N-ah.”

“Don’t stop…” You whine, attempting to bring his mouth to you again, but he ignores you, standing up instead.

“What’s that?” His fingers linger just on the outside of your entrance, dragging them around agonizingly slowly.

“Please, don’t st-ah~!” As you’re speaking, Yoongi takes two fingers and thrusts them inside you, making you gasp out mid sentence.

Your eyes meet his and he lets out a low moan. “God I love when you make that face.” He pumps his fingers slowly in and out. “You just look so… Desperate.” He smirks at you, hitting your g-spot and causing you to throw your head back in pleasure.

He pushes you back on the table and leans over, his lips finding your center again. You’ve never known anyone's tongue to move so fast, but it makes your body feel like it's on fire. You chance a glance down at him to see his eyes closed as he ravishes you, seeming as though he thoroughly enjoys pleasuring you like this. The combination of his tongue and fingers has you approaching your high at a record pace, feeling the tingling in your body as it creeps up.

“Yoongi~” You whimper his name, alerting him as your hands find his hair again.

“Mmm…” He acknowledges you, he knew first, he could feel it from the light clenching of your core around his fingers. You always do that around his cock before you cum. His tongue flicks through your folds one more time before he wraps his lips around your clit, sucking on it gently and increasing the rate at which your high hurtles toward you ten fold. Yoongi hooks his fingers up into your g-spot once more, this time his fingers stay there, rubbing against it with his fingertips as your legs tense up around him.

“Fuck~! Yoongi!” You gasp as your orgasm slams into you, making your head swirl with just how good it feels, your back coming up off the table, and your thighs squeezing around Yoongi’s head. Your toes curl as Yoongi watches you, coasting you through it, amazed at just how beautiful you look in this moment.

You pant heavily as you come down from your high, sweat sticking your back to the tablecloth as your brain attempts to right everything. Yoongi licks up the last of your release, slipping his fingers out of you. He grabs a napkin off the table, wiping his fingers and his chin before finishing off his glass of whine where he stands, still between your thighs.

“Good dinner babe.” He smirks down at you.

You chuckle lightly, trying to catch your breath. “Yoongi, that…” You begin as he pulls you into a sitting position. “That was-” You’re cut off by the sound of your phone ringing from where you left it on the kitchen counter.

He smiles at you smugly, motioning for you to stay seated on the table before he walks into the kitchen and grabs your phone for you. He looks at the caller ID and sighs, quickly answering. “Yes, Little Kim?” You sigh as well, knowing that if Taehyung is calling this late at night, it’s not good news. “Yeah, she’s right here, hold on.” Yoongi furrows his brows as he walks over to you, holding the phone out for you to take.

You grab the outstretched phone and hold it up to your ear. “Tae?”

“Y/N…” His voice is robbed of its usual happy lilt, sounding strained instead.

“Are you alright?” You question, concerned.

“I…” His voice cracks, and you can hear just how hurt he is, his voice barely a whisper. “Jimin broke up with me…”

“Oh, Taehyung… I’m so sorry.” You respond. Yoongi looks at you, concerned, walking up and placing his hands on your thighs in comfort. He tilts his head as if to ask what's wrong? You hold your finger up, asking him to wait.

“I don't know what to do Y/N, I really liked him.” Taehyung sniffles and you can tell he’s crying.

“Aw, honey it’ll be okay. Why don't you come over here?” You offer. “We can have movie night.”

“Are you sure it's okay?” He asks. Another sniffle. “It's pretty late.”

“I know you’re already out, get your butt over here.” You state.

“Alright. I’ll be there soon…” And with that he hangs up. You frown as you see the call has disconnected.

“What’s going on?” Yoongi asks, cupping your cheek.

“He got dumped.” You explain, pushing him back and hopping down off the table.

“Aish, really?” Yoongi shakes his head. “I was hoping to have you for a bit longer tonight.” He pulls you close and kisses your forehead before letting you go. “How long until he gets here?”

You shrug. “I don't know. He always drives around when he’s sad, he could be in Daejeon if he’s been driving long enough.” You sigh again, starting to walk away toward your room.

“Forgetting something?” Yoongi stops you. You turn back around to see him holding up your hastily discarded underwear, a small smile playing at his lips. You walk back over to him and grab the pair, planting a sweet kiss on Yoongi’s mouth as you do.

“We will continue this,” You point back and forth between the two of you. “Tomorrow.”

“Can’t wait.” He kisses you once more before watching you walk down the hall.

When Taehyung arrives at your apartment, you’ve just finished cleaning up the kitchen. You yell for him to come in when he knocks, grabbing the soju you’d been chilling out of the fridge. As you shut the fridge door, you realize that while you were changing into your pajamas, Yoongi took the picture of the two of you and put it up on display on the fridge. Your fingers reach up to trace over young Yoongi’s face before you turn to greet Taehyung as he walks inside. His usual stylish attire is replaced with sweats and a t-shirt. His eyes are puffy, very obvious lines of former tears tracing over his cheeks.

“Hey…” He mumbles when he sees you.

You place the soju on the counter and quickly make your way over to him, wrapping your arms tightly around him. “I’m so sorry Tae.”

He returns the hug, burying his face in your neck as he inhales deeply. “I just don't know what I did wrong.” He whines.

“The tv’s set up, pick anything you want, I’ll get the drinks and you can tell me everything.” You pull back, rubbing his arms. He nods, making his way over to the couch and flopping down on the cushions.

You grab the soju, two tall glasses, and some soda to mix it with before making your way back into the living room, putting everything on the table and then seating yourself next to Taehyung. You grab the soju and crack it open, pouring some into both the glasses and topping it with just a splash of soda. You push one of the glasses into Taehyung’s hands and he immediately takes a long swig, downing half of it as he settles on some movie neither of you have heard of.

You take a sip of yours before setting your glass back on the table. You grab the blanket off the back of the couch and throw it over both your laps and Taehyung quickly leans against you, taking another drink.

“Are you two still fighting?” Taehyung mumbles, taking in the absence of your husband for the first time.

“Nah.” You shake your head. “We figured it out. You just get me all to yourself tonight.” You wrap an arm around him as he settles back against your chest.

“Tell him… I appreciate that.”

“Of course.” You nod, rubbing your thumb across his shoulder where it rests. “Now, tell me what happened.”

Taehyung takes another long sip of his drink and then sighs. “I don’t even know.” He shakes his head. “I don’t know what happened. I thought everything was going great.” There’s a pause and you wait for him to continue. He doesn’t. Instead, he digs his phone out of his pocket, opening it up to a text conversation and then handing the phone to you.

You grab the phone and begin reading.

Jimin (12:22 am): Taehyung Taehyung (12:22 am): Mm? Jimin (12:23 am): I need to talk to you about something when you get some time Jimin (12:23 am): It’s important… Taehyung (12:23 am): Okay, give me a minute, let me finish this. Taehyung (12:31 am): Alright I’m done what’s up babe? Jimin (12:32 am): Aish this is harder than I thought it was going to be… Jimin (12:33 am): Taehyung-ah, I really like you, but this isn’t going to work out. Taehyung (12:33 am): What do you mean? Jimin (12:33 am): I mean this. Us. Taehyung (12:34 am): You… Want to break up? T-T Jimin (12:35 am): I’m sorry Jimin (12:37 am): Honestly I never meant for it to get this far… I didn’t think I would like you as much as I do. There are things that I have to do. And I don’t want you anywhere near them. You can’t be involved. Taehyung (12:37 am): Why not? Jimin (12:38 am): It just wouldn’t be right. Thank you for everything you told me. I’ll always cherish the time we spent together. Jimin (12:38 am): I’m so sorry. Taehyung (12:38 am): Can’t we talk about this? Taehyung (12:40 am): Jimin? Taehyung (12:47 am): Please…?

The last three messages don’t show as delivered, letting you know that Jimin either turned his phone off, or more likely, blocked Taehyung.

“Wait, he broke up with you over text??” You hand the phone back to Taehyung. “What a dick!”

“Yeah…”

“There are ‘things’ he has to do? What things? What the fuck does that even mean?”

“I don't know.” Taehyung shrugs, finishing off the last of his glass before grabbing the bottle and pouring himself another, not even bothering with the mixer.

“What an asshole. Taehyung I’m so sorry. That’s a really shitty thing to do.” You give him a squeeze.

“Yeah, it is.” He agrees, downing his entire glass in one go.

You can tell Taehyung doesn’t want to talk anymore, so you simply settle back and get comfortable. The two of you remain on the couch, drinking and watching movies until the early hours of the morning when both of you pass out on the cushions with the help of the soju; you’re pressed between Taehyung and the couch, spooning him as he snores lightly next to you.

The next morning, or afternoon rather, you wake up with stiff muscles to the smell of something wonderful. You stretch with a groan, your head throbbing as you open your eyes, searching for the source of the scent. Taehyung is still fast asleep, and you give his shoulder a gentle squeeze as you sit up.

The table in front of you has been cleaned of last night's empty glasses and snacks, and on it sits a plastic bag holding some sort of containers, and a note. You reach over your sleeping friend and grab the note, seeing it’s from Yoongi.

Good afternoon my love, Here’s some hangover soup for you and Tae, get some rest and I’ll see you tonight. Yoongi

Your heart flutters. ‘My love’. You smile to yourself as you very carefully get up off the couch, attempting not to bother Taehyung. You open the plastic bag to see two large containers of ppyeo-haejangguk. It smells amazing, and it’s still piping hot as you grab one of the containers and a plastic spoon for yourself. You quickly plop yourself down on the floor and open the container, happily digging in.

You get about halfway through when Taehyung finally stirs, sighing heavily with sleep as he rolls over to find where you went.

“Y/N-ah?” He grumbles.

“Mm.” You respond, mouth full of soup.

“What time is it?”

“Not sure.” You shrug. “Yoongi got us soup.” You nod at the remaining container on the table. Taehyung sits up, rubbing his head, probably feeling just as shitty as you do. He grabs the container and his own spoon out of the bag, popping off the lid, and beginning to eat. “You alright?” You ask after a bit.

Taehyung nods. “I’ll be fine. Just need some time, that's all.”

“Do you want to stay here for a few days?” You offer.

“Nah.” He shakes his head. “I’ve got to help them with this infiltration thing.” When your eyes begin to widen he holds his hand up. “I’m not going, I’m just helping plan. And before you ask, Yoongi’s not going either.”

“Who is?”

“Jongin. He’s already there working in the warehouse, he sent us info two days ago.”

“Ah.” You hope everything goes alright.

“Heard that was your idea by the way?” Taehyung questions, finishing off the last of his soup.

“I just suggested it.”

“Reminds me of something your dad would do.”

“Me too.” You put your now empty container up on the table and lean back against the couch.

“So what happened? Between you and Yoongi?”

You sigh, not wanting to bother Taehyung with your happy romance. “He just… he said he loves me.”

“What?” You can feel Taehyung’s eyes boring into you. “When?”

“About a week ago.”

“What were you doing? Was it just a casual thing? Or was it serious?”

“It was uh… right after sex.”

“Oh my god, Y/N what did you say??”

“I didn’t say anything at first, I just ignored it.”

“That’s why you were avoiding him? Then what happened?”

“Well, I was talking to Seokjin and he said some stuff that made sense. I realized that it… It was… mutual.”

“You said it back?”

You nod. “Last night, before you came over.”

Taehyung leans over and wraps his arms around you in a tight hug. “I’m so happy for you doll.” He whispers. “You two deserve all the happiness in the world.”

“Thanks Tae.” You mumble into his arm.

Taehyung pulls away and stands up, stretching his limbs as he does. “Alright, I should head home.”

“Are you sure?” You ask.

He nods. “I think I’m going to go out and look for a rebound tonight.”

“Already?” You stand up with him.

“Just makes it easier to get over him.” Taehyung states, grabbing his things. “I’ll text you later, okay doll?”

“Love you Tae.” You wrap your arms around his waist.

“Love you too.” He returns the embrace before slipping his shoes on and heading out, giving you one last nod before he shuts the door.

It's been two months. Two months since you said “I love you”. Two months since Taehyung got dumped. It’s a week before Christmas, and two weeks before Taehyung’s birthday and the new year. So far, everything seems to be on the up. You and Yoongi are closer than ever and Taehyung’s been sleeping with anyone that breathes in his direction. He even asked you if you and Yoongi would ever be open to a threesome one night when he was especially drunk and desperate, but you explained that you don’t think your relationship is ready for that. Or if it will ever be ready for that.

Tonight after close, you’re at the bar with Taehyung, waiting for Yoongi, discussing plans for Christmas next week. You’re hosting a big dinner here at the club for the entire family, and you’re still trying to pull things together.

“Okay, and then do you know what your mom is bringing?” You ask Taehyung.

“Probably some sort of dessert like always.”

“Alright, I’ll just put dessert then.”

“So did you figure out a present for him yet?” Taehyung asks, knowing you’ve been having a hell of a time trying to come up with something to give to Yoongi.

You nod excitedly. “I’m going to give him mom’s Steinway. I just have to figure out how to get it into the apartment.”

“You’re giving him… A piano?”

“You don’t think it’s a good idea?” You pout. You thought Yoongi would love it…

“No, it’s fine. I was talking about how you are going to wrap yourself up for him.” Taehyung smirks at you. “Do we need to go shopping?”

Before you can call him a pig, a different voice asks for your attention and you look up to see the head chef, standing in front of you. “Hey Y/N?”

“Hey, what's up Seunghan?”

“We’re closing up, do you need anything before I head out?”

“Oh, I didn't realize it was that late.” You state, looking up at the clock on the wall to see it is, in fact, that late. “I should be okay. You guys go home.” You assure him.

“Have a good night you two.” He nods at you and Taehyung before turning and heading out the backdoor.

“Damn.” Taehyung swears. “I didn’t know it was already 11:30. I guess I should get going too. You want a ride?” He asks as he gets up.

You shake your head. “I’m going to wait for Yoongi. He shouldn’t be much longer.”

“Alright doll. Just remember, you should let him play your keys.” He gives you a wicked smile and you smack him on the arm in disgust before he heads out as well.

You sigh to yourself and gather your things, making sure the doors are locked before flicking the lights off and heading into the back hallway towards Yoongi’s office.

You rap your knuckles gently on the door as you crack it open. “Yoongi?” You peek your head inside the room to see Yoongi fast asleep in his chair. You chuckle to yourself as you enter, putting your stack of papers away before walking over to your husband. He looks so peaceful you almost don’t want to wake him. You brush a stray hair out of his face before leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “Yoongi, wake up.” You mumble against his mouth.

“Mm?” His eyes flutter open and he quickly takes in the sight of you standing in front of him and smiles. “Y/N-ah, what are you doing?”

“You fell asleep, come on. Let’s go home.” You offer your hand to him, but instead of standing, he takes it and pulls you into his lap. His lips meet yours again for a kiss that makes your knees weak, his arm wrapping around your waist.

“Do we have to?” He mutters against your cheek.

“Yes~ We’re the only ones still here!” You giggle, pressing on his chest to get him to separate from you and standing back up. “Let’s go!”

This time he allows you to help him stand. He quickly grabs his things before following you out into the hallway. He locks the door behind you and wraps an arm around your waist, escorting you out to the car. You take the keys from him, deeming him too tired to drive and he only rolls his eyes, climbing into the passenger side before you pull out of the parking lot and out onto the street. Yoongi’s hand remains situated on your right thigh the entire way home, rubbing his thumb against your jeans absentmindedly as you drive.

When you reach your apartment, you both immediately head to bed. You slip on one of Yoongi’s t-shirts before crawling under the covers, waiting for him to do the same. When he does, Yoongi automatically snuggles up behind you, pressing himself against your back as he wraps his arms around you. He places kisses on your shoulder, trailing up your neck and you sigh contentedly, loving the feeling of him against you. After a few moments, however, you feel something else pressing against your lower back.

“Well, hello.” You giggle. “Didn’t we do this earlier this morning?” You did, in fact you and Yoongi had very soft, very hot shower sex this morning.

Yoongi rests his forehead against your shoulder. “Ugh, I know. I’m sorry baby.”

“You don’t have to be sorry.” You squeeze his hand where it rests on your stomach. “It’s not like I mind doing it again.” You turn over enough that you can see his face.

He huffs out a breath of laughter against your skin, placing another kiss on you. “I’d love to, but god, I didn’t realize how tired I am.”

You frown at this, having just started to think about it made a small swirl of arousal form in your stomach. “Maybe…? Ah, no, never mind.” You shake your head, like Yoongi would ever-

“Maybe what?” He mumbles against your shoulder. “Did you want something?” His hand starts to wander down your stomach, finding the waistband of your underwear.

“I just uh… I had an idea, but I don't know if it's something you’d be into.”

“If you’re into it, I'll always at least try it.” He meets your gaze, and you melt at the way he looks right now. His eyes are heavy with sleep as he gazes at you from beneath the hair that’s fallen across his forehead, his muscular shoulders on full display due to his lack of shirt. He is absolutely delectable and a small whimper leaves your throat at the sight of him like this.

“H-have you ever tried w-warming?” You ask hesitantly.

He tilts his head in question. “Warming? Like cock warming?” You nod and he seems to ponder this for a moment. “I’ve never tried it, no. Do you want to? Is it something you’re interested in?”

“It was just a suggestion.” You mumble, suddenly feeling very shy.

Yoongi kisses your shoulder again before the hand playing with your waistband begins to tug the fabric down your legs. You let him take them off, loving the way his hands caress you as he does. When he gets them off, he tosses your underwear on the floor before his hand slips back under the covers and removes his own.

Once you’re both naked from the waist down, Yoongi’s hand finds your ass, caressing it gently before he carefully lifts your leg. You can feel his half hard length slide against your folds and you let out a small gasp.

“Are you ready?” He whispers in your ear, his lips quickly finding your neck as you nod. You reach your own hand down and gently guide Yoongi’s length inside you, moaning as he stretches you open without any preparation. He grunts once he’s fully seated inside you, dropping your leg and wrapping his arm back around your waist. “Fuck, you always feel so good.” He groans, his breath hot on the back of your neck. You whimper, his words making you feel hot as your core contracts around his rapidly hardening length.

“Yoongi…” You whimper.

He chuckles behind you. “This was supposed to make you fall asleep, not turn you on more.”

“Kiss me.” You turn as best you can to face him while he’s still inside you. His hand comes up to cup your face and he places the gentlest kiss on your lips, lingering for only a moment before pulling back and placing another kiss on your forehead. “Goodnight Yoongi.” You smile at him before turning back over.

“Goodnight my love.” He responds, rubbing your arm lightly as you both settle down to sleep. You relish in the feeling of Yoongi inside you, but try not to think about it too much lest your own body give it away. It doesn’t take long for your eyes to feel heavy, and soon enough, you’re lulled to sleep by the sound of Yoongi’s soft breaths.

Your sleep doesn’t last long, unfortunately. Shortly after four in the morning, Yoongi’s phone begins to ring loudly, he tries to silence it, but it just keeps ringing. As he rolls over to grab it off the bedside table, slipping out of you in the process as you whine in protest, your phone starts ringing as well. That’s never good. You are both suddenly wide awake and you scramble to grab your phone, seeing Taehyung’s name flashing on the screen. You answer it immediately.

“Hello?” Your voice is still slightly laced with sleep as you listen.

“Y/N-ah… It’s bad.”

“What’s going on?” You ask, flinging the covers off as you leap out of bed, immediately searching for clothes and notice Yoongi doing the same out of the corner of your eye.

“It’s… It’s your parents house. Someone- you need to get down here immediately.”

“We’re on our way.” You hear yelling and loud sirens in the background as Taehyung hangs up the phone, yelling at someone to watch out.

Yoongi grabs the car keys off his dresser and you both sprint out the door and down to the car. “Taehyung said it was my parents house.” You explain as you slam the passenger door shut.

“Dad said the same thing.” Yoongi starts the car and quickly pulls out onto the main road, not even buckling his seatbelt.

“Did he say what was happening?”

Yoongi only shakes his head, pressing the gas pedal to the floor as he speeds down the road, weaving between the few cars that are out this early in the morning. As you’re driving, your heart finds its way into your throat when a fire truck flies past you. And then another. As you get closer, sure enough, you see an orange glow in the distance, black smoke billowing up into the clear winter sky.

“No… no, no!” Yoongi has barely pulled the car to a stop before you’re throwing open the door and sprinting toward your parent’s house, now fully engulfed in flames.

“Y/N-ah!” Yoongi calls after you, scrambling to turn the car off and catch up to you, but you’re not listening. You begin crying, but as you step onto the curb, you are immediately grabbed by a very strong pair of arms.

“Joka, you can’t.” It’s Big Kim.

“Let me go!” You screech, unable to tear your eyes away from the scene before you.

“There’s nothing you can do!” Big Kim yells, trying to get you to listen to him. There’s nothing you can do. The words repeat over and over in your mind as Taehyung appears in front of you.

“Y/N…” He nods at his father to release you and you fall into his arms, quickly shaking him off and walking to the sidewalk where you immediately fall to your knees, unable to do anything except watch as the fire rips apart your childhood home. The one remaining place you had to connect you to your parents. The only place where you could still touch their things, still smell them on their clothes, still feel them in the room with you, was disintegrating before your very eyes. Everything you had was finally gone.

“Abeoji!! Eomma!!” You wail in desperation, feeling Taehyung’s arms wrap around you as always, tears streaming down your face, screaming until your throat is raw, causing a few of the firemen to turn and look at you as they run past. A few moments later you feel a second set of arms around you as the window that used to be your bedroom shatters with an explosion that shakes the ground beneath you.

“Y/N-ah…” It’s Yoongi. He rubs your back soothingly as you sob.

“Do you have her?” Taehyung asks when he hears his name being called. Yoongi nods and Taehyung disappears.

Yoongi pulls you close and you weep into his chest, listening to the sweet nothings he whispers to you. “It’s okay Y/N-ah. I’m here, I’ve got you. I’ve got you my love.” His mouth rests against your head where he presses intermittent kisses of comfort.

Just like Big Kim said, there’s nothing you can do but sit and watch your home burn to the ground. The firemen do the best they can, using water truck after water truck, but they can only contain the fire at best, something is fighting against them from the inside, making it nearly impossible to extinguish.

A few hours later, as blue hour creeps over the horizon, the fire has died down, leaving only a few smoldering piles of rubble left to be put out. You’ve been moved to the bench across the street, your eyes never leaving the sight before you as Yoongi sits next to you, rubbing the spot between your shoulder blades with one hand and holding your hand with the other. You shiver, but not from the chill of the early December morning, from the emptiness you feel inside you.

Yoongi’s father walks over to where you sit, kneeling down in front of the both of you and looking up at you, but you can’t look at him, your eyes remaining fixed on the piles of ash across the way. You feel a hand on your thigh.

“I’m so sorry joka…” Uncle Min whispers, giving you one last look before turning to Yoongi. “This,” He takes something out of his pocket and hands it to his son. “Was nailed to the door when the firefighters first arrived.” This is enough to get your attention, and you look over to see a picture with burn marks around the edges. The picture is of you and Yoongi, smiling on your wedding day.

“Do you think…?” Yoongi looks up at his father, already knowing the answer to the question he’s asking.

Before Uncle Min can respond, the question is answered for him, there’s a commotion coming from the front yard as you hear someone yelling to ’not touch him’. All three of you rise to your feet, running across the road to the smoldering house. You follow the voices into the hollow where the front entrance used to be before you are quickly stopped. Not before you see the charred remains of a person laying on the burnt floorboards in front of you. Big Kim is leaning over examining the remains when he looks up to meet your gaze.

“Who?” Is the only panicked word you can muster.

Big Kim shakes his head before looking at Yoongi. “Moon Jongin.”

The name shoots terror through your veins. Moon Jongin. The man that was supposed to be undercover in one of Busan’s drug warehouses right now.

“But-”

“Shit!” Yoongi curses, walking away and running a hand through his hair. You follow close behind. “He must’ve been found out.” Yoongi thinks out loud. “He probably gave them this as the place we lived instead of our real address because he didn’t know it.” He pulls the picture of the two of you back out of his pocket, looking back and forth between that and the charred remains of the house.

“So then this fire…” You put the pieces together.

Yoongi nods, pulling you close. “Was meant for us.”

#day after reblog

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