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Le Noir (playlist)

» TAlk TO Me - Tory Lanez, Rich the Kid, Lil' Wayne » Startender - A Boogie Wit da Hoodie, Tyga, Offset » Splashin - Rich the Kid » ZEZE - Kodak Black, Offset, Travis Scott » Wake Up in the Sky - Gucci Mane, Bruno Mars, Kodak Black

(side note: I edited and arranged these photos myself.) (side, side note: credit goes to the original owners of the photos, though.)

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Somebody Else (Playlist)

» Eastside - Benny Blanco, Halsey, Khalid » Somebody Else - The 1975 » Drowning - Tcvvx » Reasons - Nbdy » 000000 - A.CHAL » Her Favorite - Frvrfriday

(side note: I edited and arranged these photos myself.) (side, side note: credit goes to the original owners of the photos, though.)

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Lights Out.

(Monsta X - Changkyun, You × "Lights Out," by Nbdy.) In this AU, Changkyun - along with the other members of Monsta X - possesses his own unique power, of which he can turn invisible. The majority of the time, though, it's out of habit to avoid any 'sticky' situations with the other members. Perhaps he'd forgotten that this convenient little trick only applies to him, though, and not you. (It should be mentioned, this is an nsfw fic. Please tread lightly..!)    You couldn't help the small giggle that escaped you as your back thumped lightly against the wall near the mouth of the hallway, your eyes opening to meet those of your boyfriend - namely, Lim Changkyun - as he grinned devilishly at you. Despite the dim lighting, you could easily make out the smirk against the outlines of his features, and it resulted in a grin of your own as you dragged him closer by the fabric of his shirt.    He chuckled, fingers hooking in your pajama shorts, threatening to pull them down as he did so. "Why even wear these, jagiya? I can practically see those pretty panties you're wearing," he scolds without malice, quirking a brow at you. You huff, standing a little straighter to decrease the distance between your face and his.    "They're cute, oppa. And I'm not too keen on wandering your apartment - that you share with multiple other men - in just my panties," you retort, pulling at the edge of his shirt. "You, however, could walk around naked and they wouldn't care. So, really, why are you wearing this?"    He smothered a laugh at your retaliation, leaning away to rid himself of the shirt that offended you so. He tossed it somewhere further down the hall, refocusing his attention on you as he tilted his forehead against your own. "Any other suggestions, jagi?" He inquired in a low voice, his hands coming to squeeze lightly at your hips as he awaited your response.    "Well," you begin, pretending to be deep in thought as you let your gaze wander over his moonlit form, "You could lose the jeans, too. They didn't match your shirt to begin with." You giggle at the playful roll of his eyes. You watch with amusement as he moves to shed those, too, and you decide it's only fair to meet him halfway. While he's briefly occupied with his jeans, you swiftly remove your shirt, pushing your shorts down until they fell to your ankles.    He's pleased when he watches you do so, lust clouding the teasing look on his face as he slides one hand between your thighs, a bit surprised to find that you're already soaking the fabric of your panties. He looks up at you in question, raising his eyebrows as he asks, "You're wet already? Damn, and I've hardly touched you."    You scoff, hands running over his shoulders and admiring the muscles you felt there, "Well, I did spend a good hour today looking at pictures of Shownu," you muse, yelping as he slapped your thigh in response.    "Don't mention someone else when you're nearly naked because of me," he comments, and it's clear it's not up for questioning. You chuckle, but don't go any further in your commentary, leaning closer to brush your lips along his jaw.    "Okay, oppa," you purr, sliding your hands down and over his chest. He hums, seemingly forgiving your little jab at his pride, as his hand slides into your underwear, fingers brushing over your folds and parting them. You sigh shakily as he traces your entrance with his fingertips, his breath tickling your ear as he leans in to whisper, "Shownu isn't the one touching you like this," he slips two fingers easily into your velvet walls, "He doesn't get to hear you moaning my name, not his."    You're admittedly a bit surprised at how your words have affected him so greatly, and you take a mental note to exploit this later on if it means he'll be a bit rough with you. You sink your teeth into your lip, holding firmly to his arms as if you'd fall otherwise, trying to keep as quiet as possible. After all, you were currently half-naked in the hallway of his shared apartment.    As if the universe had overheard your thoughts, the clicking of a door being pulled open making you stiffen up in surprise. Both you and Changkyun jerk apart as warm light filters into the hall from the doorway to the left, revealing the messy, sunset-red hair of Jooheon as he stumbles into the hall. He'd probably awoken from a dream, you assume, before briefly panicking as his eyes land on you. He blinks, giving you a quick once-over, before he furrows his brows in confusion.    "Y/n? Why are you, uh," he pauses to lift one hand, gesturing over you in a generic fashion, "...basically naked in the hallway?"    You looked over towards Changkyun, or at least, where you thought he had been, to find empty air. Confusion, then annoyance, makes it way onto your face as you refocus your attention on a very confused, very sleepy Jooheon. "Oh, sorry, I was... I went to check my laundry, but it wasn't done yet. Sorry, I thought everyone was asleep, so I though I'd get away with it." You hope the excuse is enough.    In his drowsy state, Jooheon seems to accept it without concern as he brushes past you and into the kitchen. "Oh, alright," he yawns, fetching himself a water bottle from the fridge. He rubs his eyes as he walks past once again, retreating to his bedroom. "Goodnight, then," he calls in a yawn.    "Night, Jooheon-Oppa," you offer in return, relief flooding over you when the door clicked shut, and darkness filled the hall once more. After a moment's pause, irritation returned to your expression as you looked around, searching for any sign of your partner in crime. "Changkyun," you whisper somewhat aggressively. As if on cue, he reappears in front of you, appearing sheepish as he rubs the back of his neck.    "Yah, sorry, it's a habit," he mumbles with a nervous grin. You roll your eyes, turning your body and fully intending on returning to his room.    "Whatever, that ruined my mood," you sigh. You hardly get two steps further down the hall before a hand is pressing into the wall in front of you, preventing you from going any further. You frown at Changkyun, glaring half-heartedly up at him as you do so. His expression darkens, narrowing his eyes at you as he steps impossibly close, pressing you into the wall as he had before.    "I don't think so," he begins in a low voice, staring down at you with a certain heat in his eyes that has you burning up on the inside, "I'll fuck you against this wall, right here, right now. I don't care if Jooheon - or anyone else - walks in. They can watch, for all I care. But you're not going anywhere."    You were speechless, arousal swirling deep in your stomach at his words, your knees weakening a bit at the mere idea of what he was suggesting. You squeak audibly as he grasps the back of your thighs, easily hoisting you up and leaning into you as you instinctively wrap your legs around his hips to keep from falling. Your arms hook around his neck as he brushes his lips along your neck, parting them to nip at the sensitive skin. His fingers dig into the flesh of your thighs, grinding into you with a low growl, eliciting a whimper from you as you felt his arousal pressing firmly against the thin fabric of your panties.    "Changkyun," you whine softly, fingers curling into his hair, "Take them off."    He pulls away from the red and purple splotches he was busy creating along your skin to look at you with narrow eyes, "Ask politely," he orders.    You squirm a little in his hold, repeating your request, "Please, oppa, can you take them off? Please?"    He obliges, grasping the sides of your panties and, with a harsh tug, tearing them in two. You yelp in surprise, but he ignores you, focusing on pushing his boxers down just enough so that they release him from their confines. He unhooks your bra in one swift motion, leaving you to toss it to the floor. You aren't given time to complain about the sorry state your panties are in, as he's rubbing the head of his shaft against your folds, gathering the slick you've left there.    His hands slide further up your thighs to cup your hips, tilting you slightly to better the angle, as he gradually presses into your velvet walls. One hand releases your hip in favor of sliding into your hair, pulling slightly as he slides further inside, a shaky groan escaping him as he buries his face in your neck. "Fuck," he mumbles into your skin, teeth grazing one of many marks he'd left there. "You're tight."    Your hands release his hair, nails sinking into his shoulders as you choke on a moan, tilting your head back against the wall. He waits for several moments, giving you time to adjust, before he's pulling back, slamming back in with an abrupt thrust that has you gasping sharply. He sets a slow, but harsh pace, hips colliding roughly with your own as he resumes his open-mouthed kisses on your neck and collarbone. The hand that had been pulling your hair releases you in favor of cupping a breast, fingers pinching and twisting your nipple. The peculiar mix of pain and pleasure makes you moan a bit louder than before, nails leaving angry red marks on his back as he quickens his pace.    "Shh," he coos, releasing your breast to trace his fingers over your throat, "They'll catch us if you keep that up."    Heeding his warning, you nod your understanding, and his hand retreats, sliding down your chest and stomach. You jerk forward when his thumb makes contact with your clit, rubbing smooth, steady circles around the bundle of nerves that has you sinking your teeth into his shoulder to prevent any moans and whines from escaping. The heat that steadily began to overwhelm you warned of your climax, but you couldn't warn him; lest you moan aloud and get caught.    He seems to know, though, as he speeds up his thrusts, increasing the pressure over your clit as he does so. You whimper and whine through your teeth as your climax drowns you in pleasure, your thighs shaking around him as he carries on with his thrusts, fucking you through your orgasm.    He doesn't last much longer than you do, low growls and shaky groans escaping into the flesh of your neck as he curls into you, his hip stuttering as his own orgasm takes over him. You whimper softly as he fills you, feeling it drip down your thighs as he reluctantly releases you from his hold, setting you down carefully on the floor. Both of you pant heavily, gradually recovering your breath as you come down from your high.    You nod towards the bedroom, to which he lifts you into his arms again, carrying you into the darkness of his room. He sets you down on the bed as if you were made of glass, climbing into bed beside you and pulling the sheets up and over you. He smiles when you curl into him, looping his arms around you protectively as you do so.    After a few minutes silence, you speak up, albeit softly, "I kinda wish we'd been caught."    The laugh that escapes Changkyun disrupts the quiet ambiance of the room, and you can't help but to laugh along with him. "What?" You get out between fits of giggles. He shakes his head, wiping his eyes of the tears he'd shed from his own fit.    "You're crazy."

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Autumn Leaves (Playlist)

» Hustler - Blackbear » All That Matters - Justin Bieber » moonchild - RM » Scientist - ViXX » Up There - Post Malone » Consume - Chase Atlantic » Wicked Games - The Weeknd (side note: I edited and arranged these photos myself.) (side, side note: credit goes to the original owners of the photos. though.)

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3:42am

(Monsta X - Shownu, You  ×  “Triggered,” by Chase Atlantic.)

   { He really hadn't intended this to happen. }

    The deafening cracks of gunfire pressed harshly against your ears as your hands rushed to cover them, mouth agape in a silent scream of surprise and fear. Eyes still bleary from sleep, you struggled to piece together the events that currently took place around you. The screeching of tires against asphalt warned you of another incoming vehicle, probably traveling just as fast - if not faster - than you currently were. Really, you were a bit surprised that the Lincoln your companion had stolen just hours before managed to hit speeds like this in its age-- No, no. Focus, you remind yourself, forcing your eyes to open and take in the scenery around you once again.     Your companion - Shownu, whom you'd grown rather fond of in recent days - gripped the wheel hard enough to turn his knuckles white beneath the black leather of his finger-less gloves. He muttered something under his breath, something you didn't quite catch but assumed was some form of a curse, before his hand whipped down and slammed the gear shift back, the old Lincoln roaring as it shifted into higher gear. He then jerked the wheel sharply to the left, the abrupt change in direction pressing you closer to the far door as you slid backwards with a startled yelp.

   The sound you'd made - you wondered how he managed to overhear it, with tires screaming and gunshots echoing around him - drew his eyes, if only for a second, and his eyes narrowed, forming an expression you couldn't read. His hand fumbled at his waist for a moment, and before you could figure out just what it was he was grabbing at, he was reaching a sleek, black pistol over your shoulder, firing just as quickly as he'd drawn it. To say you were stunned was an understatement, jerking your head the other direction just in time to see a car spinning out of control behind you, no doubt in response of the driver having been shot.

   Your brain picked up it's spiraling train of thought once more, eyes wide with shock and fear as you stared back at Shownu, fingers curling into the leather of the seat you currently sank deeply into.

   "What the fuck is going on?!" You finally manage, fully intending on yelling at him in anger; however, your voice seemed much meeker than you had wanted. He didn't spare you a glance this time, foot flexing over the gas pedal as his mind raced to think of an escape plan, no doubt from whoever the hell was chasing him, and you.

.    { He knew, deep down, that allowing you to remain as close to him as you had gotten would result in jeopardizing your life. He had been selfish the moment he let his fondness for you lapse his judgement. }

    He reached a fork in the road and, swerving harshly to the right and into a tunnel, floored it down the incline. The other car, which had been tailing you for several miles now, didn't survive the abrupt change in path and, as it veered in an attempt to follow you, crashed directly into the mouth of the tunnel with a deafening crunch. By now, Shownu had abandoned the gun he'd had in the back seat, exhaling shakily as he hunched his shoulders inward a bit further. Without the enemy gunfire, or the rival shriek of tires skidding against the wet road - when had it started raining? - it was eerily quiet, save for the roar of the engine.

   You took several deep breaths, one hand curling into the fabric of the over-sized night shirt you'd fallen asleep in a few hours prior. All you'd wanted was a bit of sleep, dreamless or not, but somehow, you were dragged into whatever the hell this was. Anger slowly rose in your throat as your fear began to settle. Pulling yourself upright in the passenger seat, you glared at Shownu with as much spite and aggression you could muster.

   "You better tell me what the fuck just happened, Shownu, or I swear to god, I'm gonna--"

   "What, call the cops?" He finally spoke up, distress evident in his tone. He glanced your way, only managing to catch your gaze for a few moments, before refocusing on the empty road ahead. The momentary eye contact was enough to see the terror in his expression. Your anger simmered down a bit, if only out of concern for your best friend, but still - guns, violent car chases? What the fuck had this man been doing up until now? He started speaking again, forcing you out of your confused, fiery thoughts.

   "Look, I just," he stammered, one hand running through his hair and grasping it tightly, as if the slight pain would ground him a bit. "A few years ago, I got dragged into this shit. I thought I'd be able to keep you safe, but now, I'm not so sure," his lips curled a little, as if the mere idea of being so weak as to see you die at their hands made him physically ill. "This is my fault. I'm sorry."

   You were quiet for a few moments, trying to process what little information he'd shared. What exactly had he been dragged into? The only logical suggestion your brain supplied was some kind of mafia activity. You didn't dare question further, fearing if you learned anything else you'd only label yourself as a target. "Shownu," you spoke shakily, "What happens now, then?"

   { He didn't know. He had a few ideas, really, but none of them were fool proof. He was appreciative that you hadn't pressed him further for information; he couldn't supply you with any answers, anyway. }

    "We run," he stated simply, relaxing into his seat for the first time that night. "They've seen you with me. I can't just drop you off at your home and pretend nothing happened," he murmured, more to himself than to you. With only the orange glow of the streetlights that flashed by now and again, you struggled to make out the details of his face, wanting to know his expression and just what it was he was thinking. You didn't like not being able to read him like you usually could, though his voice - shaky as it was - told you enough.

   You weren't really sure what else to say, what else you could ask. Silence enveloped the car as you shifted your body against the door, staring past the window and towards the silhouettes of stark trees beyond the reach of the road.

   Your only option, then, was to trust him.

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Bangtan Boys: In Bed

S e o k j i n

- Typically vanilla, as he’s more of a traditional man. Missionary is his go-to. - Isn’t afraid to be dominant, though. He prefers to be on top. - Always willing to let you ride him, though, but only if you ask nicely. - Loves to please his princess, so he’d love to worship your body (even if you get a bit impatient). - Will let his girl cum first - always. - Loves lingerie. He’d love if you put on a show for him, even more so if you let him slowly strip you. - Definitely a fan of eating fruit and licking whipped cream from your skin. He’d bite you, but smile sweetly after, saying it was ‘an accident.’ - A bit timid about experimenting in the bedroom, but can be persuaded (anything for his princess). - The type to light candles and scatter rose petals. - Moans and gasps, usually increasing in pitch as he gets closer to his climax. - Very caring afterward, would suggest a bath to help tidy up. If you’re too tired, he’ll pull the covers up and softly sing to you until you fall asleep.

Y o o n g i

- If you can get him in the mood, you’re in for a while ride. If he’s going to be awake, why not make it worth while? - Loves when you beg for him, it fuels his ego and spurs him on. - Very dominant by personality. He likes being in control, regardless of the position. - Loves being ridden - but don’t be fooled, he’s still the leading role. He’ll buck his hips up and into your own at a rough pace, and all you can do is hang on. - Enjoys marking your skin, especially your collarbone and thighs. - “You belong to me. Right? No one else fucks you like I can, kitten.” - Likes dirty talk. He’ll tell you exactly what he wants, and what he thinks about you. - Hair pulling. He’d tug at your hair from behind, forcing your back against his chest as he goes even faster. - Loves it when you’re vocal. In its own way, it’s a form of praise and encourages him to continue (not that he’d admit it). - Fairly quiet throughout sex, but would grunt and / or groan during a change of positions, or if you were to tighten up around him.

N a m j o o n

- Dominant, all day and everyday. - Has a strict set of rules that he knows you’ll break. He practically dares you to do so; he knows you enjoy being punished as much as he enjoys disciplining you. - He has his own set of toys, ropes, and other such things to use on you, but if it comes down to it, he’ll use his belt and / or tie. - Grips your hips so tight, he’ll leave bruises. - Wouldn’t mind licking wine from your skin (but only the finest). May consider using ice as well, dragging it across your skin using only his teeth. - The only time you’ll see even the slightest hint of submission is when you’re giving him a blow job. He’ll bite his lip, looking away or closing his eyes. If you’re lucky, he may even moan - but he’ll never say your name. - “Such a good girl, taking Daddy’s dick so well.” - Always complimenting and praising you for a job well done. - Likes to prolong foreplay for as long as possible, but even he has a breaking point. - Sighs when he first enters you, groans as he goes faster. Grunts and gasps as he nears his climax, and isn’t afraid to groan loudly as he cums. - Always asks if you’re alright after sex, making sure you’re okay. He’d fetch you a glass of water and pull the blankets up and around you with care, kissing your forehead. After all, you’re still his baby girl, and he wants you happy and healthy.

H o s e o k

- A switch. Depending on your current mood and / or needs at the time, he’ll adjust to fit them. - Happiest when at your service. - Loves to bring you to the studio, where a brief demonstration of a dance-in-progress leads to sex against the mirrors. - Has (what seems like) infinite stamina, and definitely shows it. - “Just one more round, Jagiya. Please?” - During his submissive moments, he’d love to be called ‘baby boy,’ and the like. He’s always eager to please. - His favorite part - you riding his face. Not only is the view absolutely stunning, but he takes great pride (and pleasure) in getting you off with just his mouth. - Would leave hickies and bruises anywhere he could, and would feign guilt if you complained about them. He likes to let the other boys know that you’re very much taken. - Enjoys make-out sessions, even more so with you on his lap. - Wouldn’t shy away from risque situations, but may need a bit of convincing (as he’s not the type to dive right in, like Taehyung). - Depending on his mood, he could be rough one night, then slow and passionate the next. He likes to keep you on your toes.

J i m i n

- A switch, but more submissive than dominant. - Would love to be bossed around and teased during sex. - Will whine and whimper for more; he's definitely not afraid to beg. - Embarrassed very easily, and just as easily frightened off. He wouldn't be willing to do anything where he could get caught (especially if the other members were around). - Constantly biting his lips, blissfully unaware that's it's probably arousing. - Overstimulation. He'd never willingly admit to it, but he loves it. - More than willing to go multiple rounds if you ask. - Likes it best when you ride him, but unlike Yoongi, he has little to no control over you. - Physically quivers when he's close, stammering and whining for more. - "P-Please, Jagi, I-I'm... I'm so close...!" - Likes to give you love bites (when he has permission to do so, anyways), especially on your neck. - During sex, he likes to be intimate and as physically close as possible. He enjoys feeling the warmth of your skin against his. - Even after, he loves to cuddle, showering your face with sweet kisses while he holds you against his chest. - On special occasions (ie. a rough day, or after an argument), he'll be considerably more dominant; forcing his way on top, pinning you down. - Growls and grunts as he slams into you, going at a relentless pace. He won't cum until after you've came - twice. - When you're sore the next day, he becomes almost apologetic, offering to bring you breakfast in bed and insisting that you stay put and rest.

T a e h y u n g

- Playful, very much so. - He'll push his luck and giggle when you frown or pout at him. - Uses his deep voice to his advantage, purring dirty words in your ears while he strips you of whatever clothing you still have on. - "Look at you, already so wet for me, Jagi... how cute." - "Should I fuck your pretty little pussy? Hmm?" - The type to grasp the headboard when he's topping you, supporting himself as he rocks his hips even faster against yours. - Litters your chest with lovebites and hickies. - Enjoys when you scratch his back, or otherwise leave marks of your own. He'll show them off to the boys (much to your embarrassment). - Wouldn't mind fighting for dominance, letting you push him over and pin him down. But don't be fooled; he's still in control. - Groans without restraint, biting his lip and growling unabashedly (even when the members are around). - Which brings me to my next point - he's totally unashamed and more than willing to fuck you in risky locations. - Probably into voyeurism (receiving). - After sex, he'd play with your hair, watching your face while you stare up at him sleepily. He may tickle you or squeeze your hips, ever compassionate and playful. - He'll leave you be if you're too tired, though. He'd try to nap with you, but sometimes he's too alight with energy to do so - which results in him making lunch (with Jin's help) for you later.

J u n g k o o k

- Prefers to be a dominant, but would be timid at first. - Determined to prove himself to you. If you tease him, it'll only rile him up even further. - Will always top, and is rarely ever persuaded to let you ride him. It wounds his pride. - Absolutely obsessed with begging and orgasm denial - but only from you. It fuels his ego. - Soft whines and pants, moaning louder as he approaches his climax. - Loves your breasts. They're warm and soft, and perfectly squeezable, so he'd spend a lot of time biting and sucking on your nipples. - Another weak spot - your hips. He'd nip at them, teasing you, before trailing even lower. - Enjoys eating you out, making you cum two or three times before he even considers letting you go. - Tugging his hair turns him on, especially while he's tongue-fucking you. - One of his favorite sexual activities: blow jobs. Though he's shy about asking for them, he'd be glad that you seem to know regardless. He'd grip your hair, gazing down at you with hooded eyes, resisting the urge to buck his hips forward and make you gag. - Always respectful, making sure you're comfortable before and after sex. - Likes shower and / or morning sex. - If he has a lot of pent-up stress, he'll fuck you right against the wall, or even on the window (if he wants to prove a point, anyways). - Would indulge you if you asked to ride his thighs. - Touchy after sex. He'd like to hold you against him, your legs tangled with his while he rests his head on yours.

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I Don’t Wanna Be Your Friend,

"...I wanna kiss your neck." (BTS - Suga, Jimin × "Fallingforyou," by the 1975.)

The silence that fills the room is palpable, yet comfortable to the two inhabitants of the somewhat empty sunroom. Evening is rapidly settling upon the scenery that stretches beyond the tall glass of the window panes, the soft glow of the sinking sun warming the room considerably. It smelled new, clean; prior to moving in, it had been strictly tidied - not a single speck of dust to be found. And, of course, that was the way Min Yoongi liked it.

The thump of a box against the wood of the empty desk to his right drew his attention away from the scene outside and back to the present, his gaze flicking over to find Jimin watching him with lazy interest. "You've been staring for a while," he begins, pulling open the box, revealing rows of CD's that he's collected over the years. "I suppose that means you like it. I'm glad." He runs his fingers over the spines of the plastic cases, pleased to find them already alphabetized. "If you like the forests so much, why don't we buy some plants to put in here? There's plenty of sunlight for them, after all."

Yoongi chuckles softly, straightening up from his leaning position against the wall across the room, the quiet padding of his shoes against the floor the only sound as he crossed it. "You're better with decorating than me. Maybe you should choose," he suggests, smiling gently, in a way that very few have seen. His attention goes back to the box of CD's, concern evident in his gaze as he continues, "Did you carry this upstairs all by yourself? It's heavy, I could've gotten it."

"I think I handled it just fine!" Jimin retorts lightly, making a point to flex one arm, grinning at him. "I'm not that soft, Min Yoongi. Don't patronize me." He laughs, and it is quickly reflected in his companion as well, who gently shoves his shoulder.

"Come on, let's go get the last two then, Mr. Strong. Whatever could I do without you?" He makes a point to raise his voice a pitch or two, pretending to be meek, batting his lashes at him childishly. Their laughter resounds against the walls, but it's a pleasant addition to the room, one they both hope to enjoy in the future as well.

Having brought every box inside, the pair find themselves sitting on the balcony, admiring the expanse of nature beyond it's reach. By now, the sun has sank beneath the horizon, where it hides until dawn; meanwhile, stars begin to emerge from the darkness of the night sky, twinkling just beyond their reach. Jimin is the first to break the silence, tilting his head back to stare at the streaks of stars as he speaks, "I'm glad you were here today."

"Please, I'm only a nuisance," Yoongi replies, and although his chuckle is present, it seems a bit forged.

"I had fun," Jimin interrupts, his gaze suddenly upon him, carefully judging his expression. "You made this day much more manageable, after all. And, if I'm being honest, I lied a little about those boxes. I wouldn't have been able to do it all myself," he admits with a bashful smile, the faintest blush dusting across his cheeks, illuminated by the moonlight.

For a moment, Yoongi fails to respond, tilting his head ever so slightly as he takes in his appearance. "...Yeah?" He speaks slowly, tentatively, as if his words are forming in slow motion as he mulls over something incredibly important. He's sure that Jimin can see the thoughtful look in his eyes, but chooses not to look away. He's pleased to find that Jimin chooses to keep his eyes upon him as well.

"I mean it," Jimin reassures strongly, brows furrowing a bit, "Even on your off days, even when you keep to yourself. Your presence, it... it makes me feel better." He lifts one hand, fingers curling into his hair, clearly a bit troubled. "I can't explain it," he sighs with vague frustration; he was positive that he had been better with words prior to this moment.

The smooth surface of the wood creaks quietly as Yoongi shifts his weight, pressing his palms against the cold board to lean closer to him. Jimin doesn't flinch away, though his eyes widen a bit, lips parting slightly as he gazes up at him questioningly. He doesn't hesitate, doesn't wish to prolong what he believes to be inevitable; he inclines his head, closing the space between their mouths, pressing a chaste kiss, ever delicate, to his lips. Before he could move away, though, a hand is pulling him in, fingers toying with the curls of hair near the base of his neck, the reluctance evident in the gesture.

As they part, their eyes flicker open once more, neither having been aware that they'd closed them. For a few moments, they take in the afterglow of their actions, searching their expressions for any sign of regret or further hesitance. Supposedly finding none, once again, Jimin breaks the silence, albeit with a timid whisper. "I love you."

Yoongi visibly draws in a breath, leaning back to stare at him. His tongue fails to work. For a heartbeat, he wonders if he's dreaming. Despite the weight of his words, Jimin can't swallow the giggle that escapes him, amused by his surprise. "You never change."

Yoongi, flustered, manages to stutter back at him, "I, you... You actually, you mean it?" He huffs, running his fingers through his hair. "Well, obviously, you wouldn't have said that... if you didn't. Ugh, I'm stupid..." He's mumbling now, irritated with himself. Jimin gently places his hand upon his, and immediately he ceases, looking back at him. Jimin seems patient in waiting for his reply, and watches him curiously, his thumb brushing over his knuckles.

Yoongi releases a soft sigh, before a smile graces his lips, the same delicate smile that Jimin knows so well.

“I love you too."

Note: This was a request for @sugaswegs-oreo7​! I hope you enjoy.

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Sloth.

(BTS - Suga, Werewolf AU.)

Every wolf is wily and silent, an excellent predator and spectator - at the very least, when the situation calls for it. However, some wolves - namely, Min Yoongi - are inexplicably quiet. Though this is often because he is sleeping elsewhere in the large, somewhat empty abode, even during his waking hours, his presence goes relatively unnoticed. To his packmates, maybe, though they’ve grown accustomed to his hushed grunts or annoyed growls, rare and somewhat intrusive at times. His gaze, though lazy, watches attentively when others enter or leave; familiar or not, he takes note of their behavior, drinks in their body language, translates it slowly and pensively. Most pass him off as an unwanted supervisor; a rather unsettling one at that. However, when night falls, his sluggish behavior changes slightly; he draws himself up and out of his makeshift bed for the day, carelessly leaving it to whoever may choose to tidy it later, and leaves. He roams the shadows of their territory, sometimes returning with a fresh kill, sometimes returning with a scratch or bruise he doesn't care to speak about. Outside of his frequent slumber and lazy silence, he's a being of mystery, of secrets even his comrades have never learned of.

[sugaliites]

Wrath.

(BTS - Jimin, Werewolf AU)

Truth be told, it was rather subtle; the faint lilt of his grin, the narrowing of his glistening eyes. His small stature and silky coat was often deceiving to many, but his other packmates knew better. Beneath his soft exterior was a violence that burned unkempt, stirred from the very depths of a heart left broken. His past remains unknown, but the aggression beneath the surface is clear, evident only to those who dare to seek it. The curling of his lips, revealing fangs sharpened by the collisions of bone upon bone, teeth upon flesh and torn muscle, laid bare to bleed. His claws, though delicately kept, left scars in the earth beneath the pads of his feet. Those who did not yet know of the wrath kindled within the cage of his ribs would soon come to understand the fear he could instill upon the foolish and the brave.

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Orthoclase.

Do you feel you act younger, or older? (BAP - Youngjae, Mafia AU.)

"Oops." His tone is almost that of a song, the note lightly floating off his tongue. He releases his grip on the front of a rival mafia member's jacket, the body landing roughly on the floor with a dull thud. "Dead already? That can't be good. Damn, I wanted to have a little fun." He clicked his tongue, plucking his knife from the man's stomach. Blood dribbled free from the open wound, staining the white dress shirt he had been wearing. He looked at the blade boredly, taking note of its messy appearance. "...guess I'll clean this up when I get back, then." He murmurs, mostly to himself. With a shrug, he abandons the body, heading back the way he'd come; the alley was empty, save for a few stray bodies in scarlet pools of their own blood. He toyed with his knife lazily, a bit of a spring in his step. His work was finished early, which meant he'd get some time to himself. Perhaps he'd invite his fellow partners in crime to his quarters for a movie? Or, even better, he could get back at Himchan for besting him at billiards the other night. Youngjae was not one to accept defeat - much less to a comrade!

The vibrant chiming of his phone disrupted his thoughts. The music echoed about the quiet street as he fetched his phone from his belt. "You rang?" He speaks lightly, earning a faint sigh from the other line.

"Youngjae. Don't tell me you killed them before interrogating them properly." He recognized the voice. It belonged to Himchan. "You know the boss won't be happy."

"Not to worry. I was just thinking about you, actually. Since I'm finished here, I think you owe me a rematch." He was sure that Himchan could feel his grin through the receiver. "How 'bout it? I'll see you at eight." Without waiting for an answer, he hung up, chuckling to himself.

Himchan growled with faint irritation, though it wasn't genuine. "He's such a child." He complained audibly. "How old is he, two?" He stood, shoving his chair backward in the process. "Aye, boss. I'll be back later." He calls out, his only confirmation that the man had even heard him being a grunt. "I'll put em' in his place." Again, he added under his breath.

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Ametrine.

What's a bad habit that you have? (BAP - Zelo, Mafia AU.)

The harsh sound of splintering wood disrupted the silence of the recreational room. Having thrown a knife at the far target - intended for darts rather than blades - Zelo found himself huffing with vague irritation. It had made a solid landing, nearly shattering the thin wood, but it was just a hair to the left of his mark. A faint growl escaped his throat, his grip shifting on the knife he held in his opposite hand. Damn it. He wasn't thinking properly. He was alone, with no apparent source of stress, so... why couldn't he focus?

He turned swiftly on his heels, intent on fetching his rifle, only to suck in a breath, eyes wide, as he nearly collided with none other than Yongguk - the mafia leader himself. His jaw tightening, his gaze flicked downward almost immediately. "Yongguk." He murmurs. In response, the man quirked his brow in his direction, before glancing at the target, now barely hanging upon the wall, in tatters. "..." He returned his attention to him, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "Zelo, what's eatin' you?" He inquired lazily. "You've been quiet all day."

Flicking his head slightly, successfully moving his blonde locks from his eyes, his gaze only flicked upward for a moment. "It's nothing." He assured him, dark gaze wandering towards the nearby window, suddenly intrigued by the city scene just beyond the glass. "Just practicing. What's up? There hasn't been another skirmish, right?"

Yongguk exhales slowly, running one hand through the dark strands of his hair. "No. Nothing of the sort." Turning, he moves a few steps closer to the door. "I'll leave you to it. You know to call me if you need me." He doesn't wait for an answer as he makes his departure.

Alone once more, he finally pulls his gaze back towards the empty doorway. He mentally swore at his cowardice; how disrespectful it was to avert his gaze, and from the leader, no less. He dragged his teeth upon his lower lip, glaring at nothing in particular. He wasn't sure why he behaved this way. He found it frustrating. It was almost entirely subconscious; he rarely even realized he was doing it. Raising his hand, hardly interested in his previous task anymore, he sent the knife flying into the target. It broke apart with a harsh cracking of wood, falling haphazardly to the floor in sharp pieces.

I'm not a coward.

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Sunstone.

Are you a leader, or a follower? (BAP - Yongguk, Mafia AU.)

It's not unusual to find him like this.

His lips are slightly parted as he surveys the familiar scene unfolding slowly about his surroundings, smoke drifting free of his mouth as he exhales. He flicks his fingers in a careless fashion, the cigarette held delicately between them scattering sparks onto the floor to the left of his chair. It's more of a throne, rather, as it dwarfs any other in comparison. He tilts his head slightly to one side, eyelids heavy over his dark gaze; he's relaxed, and as he adjusts the position of his head, the silver of his piercings glisten in the dim light. The majority of the mafia members fear him, blindly following any order that which he utters. However, a select few are rather casual with him. As they enter the room, the crease in his brow eases, the downward twitch to the corner of his lips dissipates. Though they are not related, he considers them family, and assures that they are just as worthy as he - this position means little to him, really. Nonetheless, he is respected, looked upon for guidance. Or, perhaps it is fear that fuels the obedience of his followers. He is a natural born leader, with the ability to sway the judgement of anyone who lays eyes upon him. It is said that Bang Yongguk is consistently in control; any conversation, confrontation, accusation occurs under his jurisdiction and previous planning. His intelligence goes unquestioned, and if it was, he wouldn't be where he was now.