#'RM Right People Wrong Place' Behind The Scenes 1

[namchyoon]

day 347/547 until joon returns

[seoul-bros]

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Perfect Night to listen to RPWP again!

Got my ticket!

This is going to be so good!!!!!

Soooooooooo excited!

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He's Purrfect

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There are a lot of jerks in the world

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Right Place, Wrong Person

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Oh oh oh ohhhhhhhh!

Something’s coming sooonnnn!

Where we headed Namjoon?

What’s cooking RM?

[armynoonas]

Week 44

October 28

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October 29

RM: Right People, Wrong Place Release Information

RM: Right People, Wrong Place - Main Poster

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October 30

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October 31

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November 1

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November 2

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November 3

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[behind-the-screen-of-bangtan]

Right Place, Wrong Person (RPWP)

Release date: 24 May 2024

Official page

Announcement

Pre-order notice

Promotion schedule

Tracklist

Photo Sketch

The whole project has been teased through the mysterious rpwprpwprpwp Instagram account, where pictures were regularly posted, often featuring RM.

A poster campaign in several cities around the world also advertised the project (see this tweet from Geffen Records for example). The poster features White cat with pink bow by Doris Carroll.

The main art of the album was made by Martin Groch (cr.).

Tracklist

Right People, Wrong Place

Nuts

out of love

Domodachi (feat. Little Simz)

? (Interlude)

Groin

Heaven

LOST!

Around the world in a day (feat. Moses Sumney)

ㅠㅠ (Credit Roll)

Come back to me

You can find lyrics and their translation ni English for the whole album on the BTS-trans website, here.

The woman singign at the beginning of "LOST!" is Jclef, an artist who is in the sam music collective as eaeon, with whom RM worked several times before (src).

Concept Photo

Concept Photo 1

Concept Photo 2

Concept Photo 3

The first concept was shot by Wing Shya (src) in Seoul, the second one by Takahiro Mizushima in Tokyo, and the third one by Rosie Marks in London (Instagram post #1, #2).

The exterior shots were snapped by the Thames, near the Tower Bridge, see this map for exact locations.

The cat's name is Newt and he has an Instagram.

Come back to me

Release date: 10 May 2024

Poster (Instagram exclusive poster)

MV teaser

MV Photo Sketch

The MV was directed by Lee Sung Jin (src), creator of the series Beef, which was possibly referenced in Jung Kook's "Seven" MV (src).

LOST!

Release date: 24 May 2024

Poster

Teaser

MV Photo Sketch

Behind-the-scenes: Ioana Tudorache (climbing scene), Natallia Bulynia (blond TV host, #1, #2, #3, #4), Audrey Kang (overconfident persona, MV reaction, Day 1, Day 1.5, Day 2, Day 2.2, Day 2.4, Day 2.6, Day 2.8, Day 3, Day 3.2, Day 3.4, Day 3.6, Day 3.8)

The MV was filmed by a local team in Romania in Buftea (src). You can find more details about the production in this video from Euronews Romania (4:08 to 4:47). The MV also won the "craft : cinematography" prize at the 2024 Berlin Commercial Awards.

The show

The name is in reference to all the American evening TV shows, like The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon which is probably the inspiration for the title The Lost! Show starring RM.

The text on the hosts' mugs says 남준 한에 (inside Namjoon, src).

The stage, also featured in the Poster, is a labyrinth with no connected exits. You go in and out through the same opening.

In this setting, RM appears disguised as the only two women we see: the anchor and the director.

During the climbing scene, we see what's below the show stage. There are carton boxes and two trophies on the left, while it's suitcases and an abacus on the right.

The elevator

From this point, RM is accompanied by four personas (src): an overconfident one (played by Audrey Kang), an anxious one (played by Hee Sin (second Instagram post)), a jaded one (played by Stephany Yujin Hong (second Instagram post)) and a goofy one (played by David H Lee).

The elevator has lots of details, notably graffiti:

Lost in several languages: Pierdut (Romanian), perdu (French), lost, 로스트 (lost again but written in Hangul), 길을 잃... (Korean, possibly 길을 잃었 땅에서, based on the lyrics but it's hard to confirm)

BTS-related words: BTS (written in a heart), 남주니 ♡3♡ (Namjoonie), 金南俊 (RM's name in hanja, src)

어쩔TV

산얀 바보 (San Yawn is a silly guy)

천재 석준 왔다감 (genius Seokjun is here, note that the "genius" is written differently than the rest)

JAM

Care, urs (hard to confirm those two but urs is bear in Romanian, so it could stand for "care bear", src)

まち (town in Japanese)

ghost (a reference to the lyrics)

わすれちゃ (forgetting/I forgot in Japanese)

There are also several details on the buttons.

The numbers are arranged randomly (note that the clock visible in the credits also has randomly arranged numbers) and the destination names are mostly jokes:

12 5232 22

42 (42 is famously known in pop-culture for being the answer to the Universe, a nod to The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy)

화장실 (washroom)

Pierdut (lost in Romanian)

Nowhere

We can note that there's a smiley on buttons 81 and 73. And there are two dots on button 98, then three on button 150. There's also a heart on button 3.

The offices

At 03:41, the persona played by David H Lee uses an extinctor directly on his face... after being the one who emptied the water tank on his face.

Groin

Release date: 28 May 2024

The MV was filmed in London:

the street parts are at Franklyn Rd (src)

the tunnel parts are at the Greenwich foot tunnel (src)

the closed road is Northwall Rd, along the Olympic Velodrome (src)

See this map for exact locations.

As the Army Film Club account pointed out, all the effects in the video are practical. They used mirrors and see-through objects, as confirmed by line producer Mia Foo in an Instagram story (archive).

'Nuts' Live Video

Release date: 30 May 2024

Domodachi

Release date : 31 May 2024

Poster

ㅠㅠ (Credit Roll)

Release date : 10 June 2024

Fans noticed that the release date for this MV was exactly one year apart from RM's enlistment end.

RM: Right People, Wrong Place

Release date: October 2024

Announcement

Special Trailer

A documentary movie that premiered at the Busan International Film Festival. You can find an English translation of the program note here.

Articles, interviews, and performances

Rolling Stone Japan: "BTS・RMの「チームプレイ」を考察、韓国のオルタナティブな才能がソロ傑作に集った意義" (Considering BTS and RM's "team play", the significance of South Korea's alternative talents coming together for a solo masterpiece) (eng trans)

Teen Vogue: "RM Right Place, Wrong Person Album Review: BTS Leader Defies Expectations"

Weverse magazine: "RM writes place"

Weverse magazine: "The alternative artists RM collaborated with on Right Place, Wrong Person"

TBS <ジェーン・スー生活は踊る>: "East Asian indie rock through BTS leader RM's new album." (Eng trans transcript)

Ssense: "“WE ARE JUST THE RIGHT PEOPLE IN THE WRONG PLACE”: INSIDE TEAM RM" (teaser tweet)

[joontier]

mile high memoirs | oneshot

synopsis: you and the two other rappers of the global sensation BTS make a collaboration of sorts 

pairings: namgi (namjoon and yoongi) x reader

rating: R (18+)

genre: fluff, humor, smut | au: idol! au; established relationship! au

warnings: pwp basically hnngnhng; and yes sex on a private jet bc why tf not ; cunnilingus, oral sex (m and f receiving), cum swallowing, dom! Yoongi undertones, threesome, double penetration, anal sex, multiple orgasms; i have nothing else to say at this point except im dragging yall with me to thirst hours

word count: 5.9k

g/n: NAMGI NATION RISE!!!!!! anywho, this is a lovely gift for @mintseesaw​ for being an awesomesauce person in general and yes, we���re thirsting for the same men bUT SHE WONT SHARE HNGNNNG SO I’VE WRITTEN THIS INSTEAD (in the hopes that this might satiate my obviously unquenchable thirst for the hyung line!?/1!?!?) ALSO THIS IS HEAVILY UNEDITED KJFSKDJFSDJF please let me know what you think! x

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“_________! Please look this way!”

“How do you feel about New Day becoming the number one streamed song in more than forty countries after being released just last week?”

“Is it true that you’re in a relationship with BTS’ Suga? Or RM? Or are the three of you engaged in a polyamorous relationship?”

The last one catches you off guard and you look away from the cameras to hide the amusement on your face. The last thing you need is people speculating about your personal life once they see your reaction to their questions, so you continue on your way to immigration, face down and expressionless.

If you were being completely honest, there was always a crowd that came with you when you had schedules overseas, fans and paparazzi huddled together as they took pictures of you. But today was different, especially considering the fact that you were also at Gimpo, and not Incheon.

With Gimpo, a significantly less busier airport than Incheon, you had only anticipated a smaller crowd but you seemed to have forgotten that you were scheduled to fly with two of the rappers of BTS to Amsterdam today to film the music video for your collaboration, “New Day”.

Upon your arrival, a throng of security guards placed themselves as barricades to bar the large group of people from crowding the hallways. Your team successfully weaves your way through the massive crowd and arrives safely by the immigration.

You soon see your boyfriend lounging by the private boarding area, and Yoongi immediately stands to greet you. You place a quick peck on his lips when you meet. Namjoon stands to greet you as well and you turn to the younger man to give him a huge hug. “It’s been a while since I saw you Joonie!” The tall rapper gets shy at your nickname, dimples peeking as he looks down.

“It must have been wild out there,” Yoongi says, giving you a once over as he checks if you got hurt or injured on the way to the boarding area. You coo at your boyfriend, face crumpling at his concern even after years of being in a relationship. Nuzzling your head onto the crook of his neck, you inhale the wonderful scent of the perfume you’d gave him when you came back from your US tour.

“Yeah it was! Honestly whenever I leave Korea, the amount of people who’d send me off isn’t even half of the crowd out there – and that’s already in Incheon! Not Gimpo! I always seem to forget that you guys are worldwide superstars!” Yoongi just laughs at your observation, shaking his head at you as he offers his iced Americano. 

Unbeknownst to those outside your private lives, you had initially met Yoongi pre-debut. You used to attend the same school back in Daegu and fun fact: you were the same ex-girlfriend he’d composed a letter for during high school and sent the same to a radio station to have it aired.

You had both met at a tender age, and admittedly, there were a few petty reasons for your break-up, but one of them was because you both wanted to pursue a career in music, and with the kpop industry not exactly big on the idols dating, you had decided to remain friends, for the time being.

It was Yoongi who contacted you first when you debuted in late 2012, and as you caught on with your lives, sharing similar stories during your trainee days, he’d also asked you to anticipate their debut in a few months’ time as well.

True to his word, their group debuted the following year in June, and you had sent congratulatory flowers to BigHit, praising them for their powerful stages and a very promising career. You and Yoongi had kept in touch ever since. Nothing wrong about rekindling an old flame, right?

Funny enough, dating under the radar seemed to have fallen naturally for the two of you as you both prefer staying indoors and improvising dates rather than having to go out and risk getting caught by the media. Besides, it would have been easier just in case things got a little bit heated. Which happened most of the time. In your defense though, being able to meet at least once a week was already a blessing – so occurrences like that were bound to happen…

One day while you were trying to work out this melody for a song you composed, Yoongi sat next to you and pulled you on his lap as he rested his chin on your shoulder. “Why don’t I help you with that love?” He lets you rest your back on his chest as his fingers fluidly move against the piano keys. Genuinely satisfied with what he played for you, you placed a kiss on his cheek as a token of your gratitude. “Thanks, Suga PDnim.”

“Speaking of that… do you want to have a collab – you and me?” You look at him, expectantly, mouth slightly open at surprise of his proposal. Truthfully, you had thought about that even before you actually got back in to a relationship, but you could never really bring the subject up because he always seemed so busy and you didn’t want to burden him any further by asking for extra work.

And that’s what you told him, but your boyfriend only laughed at you, intertwining his hands with yours on the piano. “Baby, I would’ve dropped all the other collaborations if you had just said the word.”

You were beyond elated, and honored, and when Namjoon came in to check on Yoongi, the latter asked if he had any opinion on a collaboration between Yoongi and you. Your boyfriend even convinced the younger rapper to get involved in the track. With the blessing of Bang PDnim, you’re finally here, scheduled to travel overseas to film the music video for the track the three of you had worked on which went global in mere hours, thanks to the very talented men you got the chance to work with.

You take out your camera from your bag to film a little, just in case you’ll get to release a ‘behind-the-scenes’ vlog for your collaboration. You make an attempt to film Yoongi who’s half-awake but all to no avail. Namjoon gladly offers some screen time for your video. The younger rapper laughs shyly when you squeal in excitement asking him for a few words about your collaboration. Namjoon does so like a professional: telling the camera where you’re headed off to today, thanking the fans for their never-ending support, and wishing them to anticipate the upcoming music video. 

It doesn’t take long before someone tells the lot that your plane is ready to board, so you wake a dazed Yoongi and bid goodbye to the rest of the staff who were taking a separate flight to your destination. 

Ever the hardworking idol, Yoongi decides to make some revisions on a song he’s working on while you take this time to finally finish a book Namjoon himself recommended a while back. You don’t notice the hours that have passed by when you check the window, and it’s already pitch-black outside, save the occasional gray because of the clouds.

Unbuckling your seatbelt, you head over to the lavatory to relieve your bladder. On your way back to your seat, you glance Namjoon’s way and see the flesh-colored screen your eyes getting glued to the screen watching two men pound a girl into the mattress. You get drawn back to reality because of some minor turbulence and you quickly avert your eyes from the screen.

“Babe, Joonie’s watching porn,” you whisper as you get to your seat, snuggling into your warm blanket. “And who told my girlfriend it was right to snoop into other people’s preferential pastimes?”  

You roll your eyes at him, “It’s not like I purposely watched what was on his screen! Just in case you needed the facts, he was seated with his back facing me, so it’s just natural that I’d get a glimpse of whatever ‘preferential pastime’ it is that you he was doing on his phone! It’s not my fault he didn’t dim the brightness if he truly wanted to watch it privately- “

“You didn’t need to go off, babe,” Yoongi laughs, placing a kiss on your head. “Should we head to bed now? I wanna sleep…and cuddle. Sleep, really, but since you’re here, I guess we could cuddle.”

“You make it sound like it’s a chore!”

Yoongi gives your indignance no attention, just tugging you up from your seat towards the bedroom. “Joon, we’re going to go to sleep now. You should go do the same soon.”

Namjoon’s lips part to reply, but Yoongi beats him to it. “And don’t even think about attempting to sleep in that seat. There are two beds back there for a reason. _______ and I will just share one. Feel free to take the other.” A small smile graces the younger man’s face in gratitude, nodding his head as he wishes you both a good night’s sleep.

Of course, life is bittersweet – so even with an insanely comfy bed and your boyfriend beside you to snuggle freely – a good night’s sleep is the last thing you get. Restlessly turning to lie on your back for what seems to be the hundredth time tonight, you heave a sigh as you stare at the jet’s ceiling. Must’ve been the iced Americano you shared with Yoongi before you boarded. Damn him and his triple-shot Americano.

Namjoon enters the room and notices your state of restlessness. “Can’t sleep?”

“Sort of.”

“There’s warm milk by the galley if you want some.”

“I’m too lazy to get up…”

Namjoon chortles, finding it’s moments like these that remind him of your likeness to Yoongi. “I can get you some if you want?” Namjoon offers, already turning to leave the room but you grab his arm, stopping him from doing so.

“No, please! You really don’t need to. I know I’ll be able to sleep in a few more minutes….”

“The average person falls asleep in twenty, and you and Yoongi hyung came here about an hour ago,” Namjoon points out. Giving him a blank stare, you reply, “Why don’t you head to bed and rest? We’ve still got a long day tomorrow.”

“Okay. Good night, noona.”

“Night Joonie.”

You have proven all of Google’s methods of falling asleep faster to be false. Warm milk, the 4-7-8 breathing method, relaxing music, even counting sheep in vain. You’d even tried working on your vlog to Amsterdam (that you probably aren’t even going to release), giving up when you couldn’t make out Yoongi’s slurred speech when you tried to interview him while he was napping (you don’t know why you even bothered at this point, but you probably thought it was funny earlier this afternoon).

Nada. Nothing was working, not when you’ve still got three shots of espresso coursing through your veins.

There was only one way left and you had a feeling that this was going to definitely knock you out. You need to get exhausted, and the only idea left is sitting cross-legged at the back of your head, blowing a huge bubble with her gum as she files her nails. She looks at you with taunting eyes. You glance over to Namjoon’s bed, analyzing his features to see if he had gone to sleep already or not. A light snore that escapes his lips assures you so.

Letting out another exhale, you turn to face Yoongi on your left, studying his features. Your boyfriend wakes when your lips graze his cheek as you place a light kiss on his milky skin. One eye pries open to peer at you. “Babe, what are you doing?” His groggy voice shouldn’t have appealed to you as strongly as it did now, but your desperation to get some sleep had seemed to travel south.

“Just kissing my beautiful boyfriend,” you shrug innocently, fighting the teasing lilt in your voice when you see the corner of his lips rise at your sudden compliment. “You don’t fool me, Miss _____, Billboard’s Top Female Solo Artist of the Year, MAMA’s Best Rap Performance, Golden Disc Awards’ Best…”

“Okay, okay, you got me.” You giggle as Yoongi pulls you closer to meet your lips in a chaste kiss. “What’s wrong princess?” You state the obvious, pointing to your eyes which now probably had bags under them. “Can’t sleep,” you pout, slipping your hand underneath his shirt to give him a back rub as you snuggle to his chest.

“And what do you suppose we are to do about it?” Yoongi asks, chest rumbling as he speaks. You take your bottom lip between your teeth as you look up at him expectantly, giving him a knowing look.

Yoongi looks at you incredulously, the lack of rest still visible in his features. You instantly look away, guilt spreading across your chest. You internally scold yourself as you had to wake up your boyfriend for selfish reasons. Your boyfriend senses your sudden hesitance and places a finger under your chin, ordering you to look at him. “Hey, hey, look at me darling. Right here, right now? I’m gonna be honest with you, I don’t have the energy to-“

“Doesn’t matter, I’ll do all the work.”

“And Namjoon, who’s just a mere meter away?” His pitch lowers, voice now barely above a whisper. You nod shyly and Yoongi’s eyes darken at your unspoken offer.

“You’re a naughty little slut, aren’t you?” Yoongi hisses, placing his hands on your waist and lifting you easily to have your sit on his thighs, just below his crotch. “Wanting to fuck on a plane, while another member is sleeping right beside us?”

Placing your hands on Yoongi’s chest for support, you move your hips forward, grinding your crotch against your boyfriend’s. Yoongi pulls you forward by your arms, just enough that your face is merely centimeters away from him. Wasting no time, he presses his lips against yours, darting his tongue out to deepen the kiss. He expresses his desire to help you with your dilemma by thrusting upwards gently to join your gyrating hips.

You peek sideways to check on Namjoon and breathe a sigh of relief when he finally turns to the other side, back facing the both of you. 

You hastily discard your top and your bra in desperation, hands roaming all over your torso and eventually letting them end at your chest, fondling with your breasts and tweaking your nipples between your fingers. Not satisfied with your own ministrations, you guide Yoongi’s hands to your breasts, letting him squeeze them as he pleases beneath his open palms.

“God, you’re so fucking hot,” Yoongi murmurs, bending his knees to push himself upwards to make himself more comfortable. Yoongi quickly attaches his moist lips to one of your breasts, sucking at the supple flesh. You grind heavier against him in response and Yoongi takes this as an opportunity to fist a handful of your hair and tug sharply, baring your neck to him. 

You barely manage to hold in your whimpers when he sucks on a particularly sensitive spot on your neck, definitely leaving a purplish mark there that you’ll eventually have to cover up with foundation. Nothing you’ve never done before. “Remember that short dress you wore on stage last week with that dangerous cleavage?” You nod shakily, remembering the way Yoongi tried hard to not stare at you too long as one of his fansites might catch onto something. 

“Guess what baby? It’s payback time.” 

“For what?” You flutter your eyes innocently at him and you suddenly feel the temperature rise a few degrees with Yoongi’s intense stare. 

“You knew exactly what you were doing that night, naughty little tease.” Okay, maybe you did, and maybe you bit your lip in front of the camera at the exact moment you knew he was looking. Needless to say, he avoided your eyes for the rest of the evening during that particular awards show. 

He thrusts up harshly, his clothed hard-on grinding deliciously against your likewise covered cunt. “Mhmm, Yoongs… I- I wanna…” You don’t find the need to say anything else, just one look at the bulge inside his sweatpants was enough for him to understand.

“Yes please.” Yoongi sighs in contentment, raising his hips to help you remove his clothes. You include his boxers as you take his sweatpants off, cock slapping against his stomach as it springs free from the confines of his underwear.

Giggling excitedly, you hide beneath the covers, fitting yourself snugly between Yoongi’s legs. You take your time as you stare at his dick, long and girthy and curved just the right amount – always a tight fit inside your walls. You couldn’t wait for later when he’ll let you impale yourself on his cock as you ride him – the vivid picture makes you even wetter.

Building up his anticipation, you start placing kisses from his happy trail down to his groin, kneading his balls gently while you’re at it. Finding it difficult to communicate his feelings is one trait of Yoongi that definitely has its pros and cons. For one, people actually think Yoongi doesn’t care for others but it’s actually the complete opposite, but along with this, he gives the most genuine reactions, one which you are thankful for, especially during times like these.

Yoongi’s pretty responsive, and vocal at times when he’s really in the mood, and when you tentatively flick your tongue against his frenulum, the instantaneous quiver of Yoongi’s body has you reveling, giving yourself an imaginary pat on the back.

Momentarily leaving his red, angry shaft, you gently take his balls in your mouth, sucking on it, and gently massaging it with your tongue. “Quit the teasing, _______.” Being the good, obedient girl that you are, you comply immediately, paying attention to his dick this time.

You see his abdominals contract when you finally take him in your mouth, veiny hands grabbing at your temple to fist a handful of your hair. Inch by inch, you let his cock sink into your mouth, swallowing when he reaches the back of your throat. Yoongi hisses at the sensation, cursing to a throw pillow he’d taken from the seats.

Not wanting to agonize him any longer, you get to a pleasurable pace, bobbing your head up and down his length. Yoongi’s chest starts heaving and his grip on your hair tightens – the tell-tale signs of his impending orgasm. “Shit, baby…” Your boyfriend warns you that he’s about to cum, and you pull back a little, just to feel him release ropes of his cum inside your mouth.

Yoongi beckons you closer, weakly pulling at your arms to have you lie on his chest. He’s still panting when you get closer, “You, darling, are perfection personified.”

Slapping his chest lightly in jest, you reply, “You’re only saying that because I just gave you the best blowjob of your life.” Yoongi pulls his head back, facial features exaggeratedly contorted to fake being offended. “Okay first of all, you always do. And second, do you want me to get sappy and make a list what makes you the perfect woman ever?” He asks, letting two of his fingers dance on the bare skin of your belly, eventually leading southwards, “Or…I could just show you how much you mean to me by doing something else? Something you and I will both enjoy, hmm?”

Expressing your approval with a hum, Yoongi wastes no time, meeting your lips in a feverish kiss. Gasping at the sensation of his wet lips trailing all the way from your cheek, down to your jaw then your collarbones and onto the valley of your breasts, you squirm impatiently underneath your boyfriend.

“Patience, darling,” Yoongi chuckles, sending you a flirty wink as he gets down on you, teasingly pulling at the waistband of your shorts before removing them. His gaze darkens when he notices your underwear choice – a lacy red thong just for him. You’ve meant to have him remove it from you once you reach the hotel in Amsterdam, but doing it in a jet seems just as hot.

When he gets the thong off of you, he quickly pockets it inside his discarded sweatpants by the end of the bed. Getting back to his task at hand, you’re unable to control the gasp that escapes your lips when Yoongi brazenly flattens his tongue on your bare core.

Keeping your folds open with two fingers, he curls his tongue around your clit, thighs subconsciously squeezing his head in between because of the stimulation. With one hand, he keeps your legs spread open for him. Alternating between your clit and your entrance, Yoongi makes sure not a single region of your core is left out.

Wanting to put your limits to the test, your boyfriend tentatively slides a finger against your folds, the coldness of your couple ring on his digit making you quiver to the bone. He slowly slides a finger in, prepping your hole for what’s to come. You plead for one more, fully aware that your greedy little pussy isn’t contented with one. Yoongi complies with your request at once, pumping his digits inside of you and occasionally curling them inside. That familiar coil inside you tightens with every second, and with one particular curl of his digit and his mouth on your clit, you reach your high.

Your body trembles with the intensity of your orgasm, and Yoongi won’t stop just yet, still licking long stripes on your cunt. Your boyfriend stops abruptly and rises, resting all his weight on his arms as he crawls forward and lowers himself to whisper something in your ear. “He’s awake. You want me to do something about it?” 

Legs closing subconsciously while in thought, Yoongi gives you a few choices to ponder on. “We could pretend he’s not awake and get done with this, or…” Yoongi looks at you, carefully studying your facial reaction, “we could have another collaboration of some sort…” 

“It’s really up to you baby, I’m honestly okay with both.” 

You raise your eyebrows at his statement, never really taking Yoongi as the type to explore your deepest sexual fantasies. But then again, Yoongi has always been one to support you in everything, even with your kinks. Maybe the idea didn't surprise you as much as it should have considering the level of trust that came with living with someone for almost ten years already. 

Yoongi gently falls to your side for a moment as he lets you decide. “You know, Namjoon used to have a crush on you,” your boyfriend informs, twirling a loose strand of your hair around his finger. Now that was a surprise. “He did?” 

“Mhmm. At one point, he even had you as his phone wallpaper when you released your second single.” 

“Oh really?” 

“Yeah, I really don’t mind if you wanted to indulge him, you know, as an early birthday present? We actually had this kind of conversation a few years back and honestly, we’re both willing to try a threesome… what better way to do it with a person you trust right?” 

The bluntness of his words catches you off guard - several trains of thoughts scattered throughout your brain. Namjoon had a crush on you? Birthday present? Threesome? How did you even get in this situation in the first place? Yoongi shifts a little as you continue contemplating, then you take notice of Yoongi’s bare lower half, cock still stiff and upright. Shit! 

“You’re still hard,” you comment lamely, staring at his dick. “I know, and I’d greatly appreciate it if you tell me your decision quickly…” 

You look at him again, checking if there is the slightest hint of uncertainty in his eyes. When you see none, you ask him again, “You’re really sure you’re okay with that?” 

“Of course, as long as you’re comfortable with the idea. Honestly, I’m willing to have it any way because we still have a very pressing problem,” Yoongi points to his crotch, “and honestly, I think Namjoon is too. There’s nothing more that can turn a man on other than a woman’s moans,” he shrugs. 

You want to laugh at Yoongi being totally nonchalant about this whole situation, but if you’d listen to your gut feeling, you’re sensing it’s Yoongi’s outstanding self-control that has him so calm and collected about this proposal. 

Once you tell your boyfriend of your approval, he calls Namjoon at once. When the younger man won’t budge, you look at Yoongi who just shakes his head at you with a playful smirk on his face. He points at you then back to Namjoon, gesturing you to do the talking. 

You gulp before saying a short plea to the heavens above. Surely, they’re bound to hear you better since you’re already in the sky right? “Joonie, darling, it’s okay to look. We don’t mind.” You cringe at the tone of your voice, surprised at how convincing you sounded while you were having an inner turmoil. 

When you see Namjoon’s head raise a little, you subconsciously bite your lip in anticipation. Wanting nothing more than to see what he has to say about this. Yoongi probably senses his hesitation so he starts to speak, “It’s okay, she’s covered with a blanket.”

“But you’re not!” Yoongi juts his head forward, a grim look on his face. “As if you haven’t seen me naked before!” 

“That’s different! T-This is a completely different situation.” 

“Listen to me you kinky ass motherfucker, I just know you’re hard. I am too, and you know damn well it’s painful and uncomfortable. So, unless you want me to fuck her while you’re watching or pretending to be asleep, I suggest you take your clothes off and come here.” 

“Are you both sure you’re okay with this?” 

“Didn’t you just hear our conversation a while ago? I mean your bed is just a meter away.” 

“I know, I heard,” Namjoon says, hands already at the hem of his hoodie, then instantaneously looks at the older one dead in the eye, “But, hyung, did you really have to call me out like that?! The whole crush thing and the wallpaper - jeez!” 

Namjoon takes his phone out of his hoodie first, placing it by the window, then removing the rest of the clothes he has on quickly under your heated gaze.

“Try having a conversation while you’re hard,” Yoongi mutters, rolling his eyes. Yoongi scoots closer to you when Namjoon moves forward, standing with only his boxers left on. Your mouth waters at the outline of his straining bulge while Yoongi clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth.

“Why don't you show your Joonie what that mouth can do?” 

The tall man makes a sound between a cough and a groan, and you lie on your stomach, crawling a little bit closer to come face to face with Namjoon’s crotch. You just know he’s longer than Yoongi judging from what you’re seeing, but Yoongi’s definitely girthier and fuck - the thought alone is enough for you to come undone, completely untouched. 

Namjoon shivers lightly when you trace a finger along the length of his boner, placing a light kiss atop his cloth boxers. Impatiently, you hook a finger on the waistband of his Versace boxers. Holy fuck - you send another prayer to their hard stans, wishing them an equally intense life inside the bedroom.

His cock springs free, and you scoot closer, wanting to have a better look at his pretty dick. You get into action quickly, hand wrapping around the base of his cock. You place a kiss on the leaking head, before licking a wet stripe along the length of his shaft. 

You get more confident when Namjoon inhales sharply at the simple action. A few more licks and you decide to finally take him in his mouth, gradually moving lower until you have at least a third of him in your mouth. Namjoon sighs, fingers carding through your hair as you pull your mouth off him with a pop. Once more, you sink down, shallow and easy as you tease the younger man. 

The grip on your hair eventually tightens, goading you on and encouraging you to go deeper. Namjoon becomes more vocal when you pick up the pace, and when you go down all the way to the hilt, you pause for a moment, then swallow. “Holy fuck!” Namjoon cries out, head lolling backwards in pleasure. “God, I wish I had a girlfriend too.” Yoongi chuckles from behind you and you almost forgot he was there too with Namjoon’s pretty length keeping you preoccupied. 

Yoongi praises you and calls you a good girl. Beaming at your boyfriend, he tells you to continue giving Namjoon the blow of his life. Under Yoongi’s compliments, you work harder, ignoring the slight burn in your jaw. Namjoon starts bucking his hips, desperately chasing his high in your mouth. As you feel that coil slowly forming in the pit of your stomach, you gather some of the blankets between your thighs, bunching them up against your cunt so you have something to shamelessly grind your folds with. 

Namjoon’s breathing gets strained, and you feel a tap on your leg, causing you to momentarily stop with Namjoon. Yoongi says nothing as he tells you to flip over. Settling your weight on your elbows, you watch Yoongi hand Namjoon a silver packet. “You really think you won’t get caught wetting the sheets babe? You’re not the only who gets to have fun here.” 

He peppers a few kisses on your things before placing a hand between, spreading your legs open. “What are you waiting for, princess? Wanna leave Namjoon hanging just like that?” Unsure of what he has in mind, Namjoon helps you guide his shaft back to your mouth. As Namjoon returns to a rhythmic pace inside your mouth, you feel Yoongi settling himself between your legs. Good lord, was this really about to happen? 

Your back arches when Yoongi starts with light vertical licks from the bottom to top. You feel his hand trail upwards, gently caressing your breasts. You’re mewling by the time Namjoon increases his pace, and Yoongi starts and toying with your clit mercilessly. 

The feeling gets too much when Yoongi sucks on your nether bud, then proceeds to tease your rim a little, using your essence to slowly ease a ringed finger inside your hole. Namjoon hisses with your every moan, the vibrations coming from your throat an added blessing to having fucked your mouth. 

From your view, you see Namjoon’s balls tighten and seconds later thick ropes of cum slide down your throat and you swallow before pulling back and licking your lips. Not wanting to be left out of the fun, Yoongi, once more, asserts his dominance, ordering you to get on your knees. 

You feel your heart hammering against your ribcage in exhilaration, secretly hoping that this will finally be the day your deepest fantasies will come to life. Yoongi scoots over a little to lie horizontally on the bed. He calls you over, index finger curved like a hook to beckon you to ride him.  

You move over to him in shaky legs, hooking a leg over his body to straddle his hips. “No, no, not facing me…” Yoongi waves his hand as he helps you up. “Facing him,” your boyfriend points to Namjoon whose mouth falls open in shock. Yoongi rips a packet open and rolls a condom onto his shaft.

“Hyung…” This was plain torture.

“I thought this was supposed to be an early birthday present for me?” Namjoon mumbles, scratching his neck with the small silver packaging between his fingers. “I know. But great things never came easy right?” Namjoon visibly deflates at the older rapper’s words. He had a point yes, but some points weren’t supposed to be applicable to all fields of life…

Not wanting to prolong your waiting any longer, you lower yourself onto Yoongi’s cock, inch by inch until he’s fully seated inside your warm, velvety walls. Your head falls back at the feeling of his cock inside you. Every time feels like the first.

Once you feel you’ve adjusted enough to Yoongi, you stabilize yourself on Yoongi’s thighs, sliding up until it’s only his head left inside before sliding back down. Your thighs get tired after a while, and Yoongi helps you by gripping your hips and thrusting upwards. As you move up and down and grind back and forth in circles, Yoongi calls Namjoon over just before you reach another climax.

“It’s about time you join the fun here, no? Joonie?” Yoongi playfully mocks the taller man, using your nickname for Namjoon to rile him up even further. You whine when Yoongi pulls out for a moment, closing your eyes as he places a quick kiss on your shoulder 

You hear the ripping of a packaging and as you open your eyes, you see Namjoon near you until his thighs are hitting the edge of the bed. You let out a wanton moan when you feel Yoongi prodding his cock against your other hole, shallowly dipping the head in then pulling out. He repeats the action until he deems you’re ready, the slowly lowers you down onto his length.

“Namjoon…” Yoongi says breathily, having difficulty with his self-control with your rim having a vice-like grip on his cock. The other man in front of you doesn’t need to be told twice, slapping his dick against your folds. The action sends lewd sounds resonating throughout the small room, which only sends a jolt of pleasure down your spine.

Namjoon rests one of his knees on the bed, lowering himself onto your cunt. “Noona, you’re so wet. Fuck… I could just…” Namjoon finally pushes himself inside, “easily slide right in…” he lets out a deep exhale once he’s balls deep inside you.

You’re not doing any better than any of the men, thinking you could just orgasm from the fullness alone. And much to your surprise, you do. And both men keep their hands on you as you tremble like a falling leaf in autumn. “Holy shit!” Namjoon explains, staring at you with his mouth open. Once you stop quivering, they both ask you if you were still okay, and you take a breather before answering them, “I’m good. Just… nothing great ever came easy, right?”

You can practically feel Yoongi smiling from behind you. “That’s my girl.”

“Can I?” Namjoon asks, looking down to where your bodies are connected. You nod once, and Namjoon and your boyfriend start thrusting into you alternately. It doesn’t take long before you reach your climax again, with a ton of help from Namjoon who toys with your clit while snapping his hips into you.

They reach their orgasms not long afterwards. You let them ride out their highs until their cocks gradually turn softer inside you. Feeling spent and immensely satiated, you fall over to Yoongi’s side, falling asleep in mere seconds.

The two rappers collapse onto the bed, but sit abruptly sit upright when they hear a very familiar voice coming from Namjoon’s phone. “Fucking hell! That was the hottest shit ever!” Hoseok exclaims from the screen.

“You called him?!” Yoongi asks, hitting Namjoon’s forearm. “No! I- I must’ve contacted him while I put my phone there…crap.” Namjoon looked completely bewildered.

“Hyung, can I come to Amsterdam too? Please?!”

© hhyungz 2020

[icouldntresistit]

I still remember your not very recent post: "Should I make a post about why I think the ep. 4 rain convo seems more like a disguised Jikook call out?" Can I ask what you meant? I was waiting for you to tell us about your thoughts but you never did

Sorry, had to go on a pseudo-hiatus for awhile but sure you can ask what I meant. I think some people may have already touched on this by now so I’m not sure how much value it would add around the discourse. My thoughts on this are by no means foolproof and there’s probably some gaping holes in them somewhere, but here’s my take anyway lol.

So there’s a conversation that takes place starting around the 17 minute mark of that episode where they’re talking about the possibility of rain during their next concert. At one point, hyung line laments about dancing too hard and how Jimin and Jungkook are the main ones who do so. What happens from this point (starting around 17:38) seems to be some doublespeak from J-Hope and RM interspersed with random cuts of Jin talking, members looking apprehensive and almost smiling like there’s something that’s not being said (or maybe has been said that didn’t make it to the final cut of the episode.) So, from about 17:05, the conversation goes like this:

*cut*

PD: How was stage B?

Jimin: It was okay- 

J-Hope: Gotta be careful though.

Jimin: -I think we can still dance, but I don’t think we should go too hard.

Someone (can’t make out the voice): Right.

J-Hope: The problem is some of you will dance too hard. 

Jimin: We should keep our toes steady.

*While Jimin is talking, RM turns to J-Hope very quickly with a look that seems kind of out of context based on what’s being said*

J-Hope: Jungkook and Jimin, be careful.

*Camera cuts from Jimin fixing his hat to Jin smirking*

RM: Both of you (speaking to Jimin and Jungkook).

J-Hope, smirking: Keep it under control. We still have a lot of shows left.

Jin: It’s important to be good but safety comes first.

Someone (can’t make out the voice): Okay.

J-Hope, still smiling knowingly: There’s a lot to worry about.

*Camera lingers on J-Hope who looks like he just heard a bad joke and is pulling his hat down over his face to hide his smile*

They talk about it some more but the part I found strange pretty much ends here. So, at first glance a couple things stood out to me about this scene:

They’re talking about the rain as if they’ve never experienced rain during a performance before this concert. On the one hand, I can see why given they hadn’t been rained out on that particular tour, but on another it’s just strange that they would be having this conversation about being careful of the rain for what seems to be the first time in their career. Either way, I can chalk the entire existence of this conversation up to needing content/conflict for the documentary.

This one is more a comment on the whole documentary but it is cut up in that new-agey style of filmmaking where footage seems to be taken out of its original context to create a particular story-like effect on camera. There’s a bunch of cuts in that scene that allude to some footage being edited out. Whether or not that footage contains conversations about Jimin and Jungkook particularly is up in the air. So I’ll chalk up the shifty editing to the editors trying to make a product that tells a certain story, even if that certain story diverges from reality.

Jin and J-Hope’s non-verbal reactions are very strange given the context of the conversation. Jin is staring between Jimin and Jungkook (makes sense, the convo at that point was about them) but he’s looking on with this knowing smile. And J-Hope just looks straight up exasperated at times. He looks like he’s nervous/embarrassed and pulls his hat down over his face like so. At one point RM looks at J-Hope with a similar smile as Jin’s. I’ll chalk this one up to those 3 having an inside joke that maybe the audience isn’t in on?

Now this one is the straw that breaks the camel’s back for me. It is the fact that the Rose Bowl moment was the previous tour stop before Soldier Field (i.e. when the ‘rain convo’ took place). Up until that point JK and Jimin definitely had a lot of touchy moments on stage but none were so controversial as JK actually shoving Jimin’s ear down his gullet. Even in the behind-the-scenes footage and while they were on stage the members seemed to kind of look at them like:

When I consider the grander context and consider Item #4, Item’s 1-3 become hard to write off for me. There are parts of that conversation that don’t even refer to rain and just flat out go in on Jimin and Jungkook (in a funny/loving way) for ??? being too powerful in their performances I guess? Idk that point was very weird to me given that they’re not the only 2 that go hard... Just seems weird to call them out specifically and have it come from J-Hope himself who usually goes the hardest on stage... And later on in the episode, J-Hope freely admits that he’s not even worried about dancing on the wet stage so like??? What was the point in even having that scene where y’all call out Jimin and JK if it’s not even that big of a deal? Again, I can write this off as the producers/directors/editors needing to manufacture drama and adversity for bts but it just doesn’t make that much sense to me.

Now, for what I think happened it’s honestly just a strong opinion. I hate getting analytical (which I’ve done this whole post) but the nature of what I think happened requires me to do so. I think this was double-speak where J-Hope, RM, and Jin were taking advantage of the rain conversation to actually admonish Jimin and JK for the stage antics and kind of advise them to tone it down. Up until that point they had just been doing more and more wild shit, and after that point it was slightly less wild until they went on vacation. When I consider all of these things, I really can’t shake the idea that that conversation was very revealing to me in showing that 1. Jimin and JK may actually be a thing, 2. the members have some knowledge about it, and 3. there was likely some apprehension at that time surrounding the Rose Bowl moment.

Don’t get me wrong, I don’t think anyone is trying to “hide” them at all, I just think there was a bit of a knee-jerk reaction that was more worried for them than anything. Either way, this scene helps the case for me that JK & Jimin are actually a thing. 

[pervysagewisdom]

The Idol

BTS Fanfic

18+ Explicit

3 Chapters, Complete

Minjoon, Vmin, RM/Jimin/V AU

Summary: While at a club one night, struggling rapper Namjoon is chosen by the biggest pop star in the world for a night of pleasure that turns out to be more than he bargained for.

Or: Jimin is a polyamorous pop star who likes kinky sex. Ends with a threesome between Jimin, Namjoon, and Vante.

Excerpt:

“Hey Namjoon. You want to get out of here?” Suddenly he had butterflies in his stomach, which he would never tell Yoongi about when he recounted these events later.

“Where?”

“I have a room. Not far.” He couldn’t say no. That wasn’t an option.

“Sure. But tell me your name first.” The man’s lovely lips quirked.

“Jimin,” he said. Namjoon has to have him repeat it, so he does. Namjoon chuckled. That was funny.

“Like the singer,” he said. Jimin smiled a smile that just floored him, and something started to click in his mind.

“Yeah, like the singer.” Namjoon turned his head and looked back towards the booth with the bodyguards, confused. Jimin turned his head back to him with a finger on his chin. “Decoy,” Jimin told him. “This isn’t my first time.” He gave him a knowing look. Namjoon thought his legs might give out on him. His throat was suddenly dry.

“Me?” he asked stupidly. The Jimin, the famous pop star, the Idol, wanted a night with him?

“Mm, yes, you.” He seemed amused. Namjoon was lost. This was unbelievable.

“So do we just...leave?” Jimin shook his head. His hand ran up under Namjoon’s mesh shirt over his sweat covered muscles. It was distracting as fuck.

Chapter 1: The Club

He never did this. Namjoon preferred the dirty little clubs and bars where everyone knew you. He hated places like this, huge multi-room dance clubs that smelled like sweat and sex, where no one could really see anyone. It was just anonymous bodies grinding together to sounds that were more beat than music, under lights that were both blinding and too dark to let you see anything. And he certainly never dressed like this, in skin-tight back pants and a black fishnet shirt. He had insisted on putting a jacket over it. Yoongi had insisted that was lame. When you sat with the DJ, you had to look the part, he said. Yoongi certainly did. He was a natural behind the turntables, controlling the heart of the place, the conductor of debauchery. As a rapper, Namjoon preferred an audience--You know, one that was actually listening to you. Pay him enough, and Yoongi didn’t care. He produced his art with the cash from the DJ gigs, and business was good. Namjoon was certain any day now Yoongi would skyrocket past him into the fame stratosphere, but he wasn’t so certain about his own future. He worked, he hustled, but things just didn’t seem to go his way. The issue, according to Yoongi, was that he thought too much. He needed to get out of his head and fucking relax. Looking at the sea of people below them, he didn’t feel relaxed, though Yoongi looked like he was having the time of his life.

“Drink the soju,” Yoongi insisted, pushing an expensive bottle towards him. “It’s free.”

“I don’t want to drink alone,” Namjoon told him. Yoongi didn’t drink much when working. He was more of a fine wine type.

“You’re not alone.” Yoongi motioned to the crowd. “They’re all fucked out of their minds. Why shouldn’t you be?” Namjoon looked around. It just did not appeal to him. Still, a drink might be good. He had a shot. It was surprisingly smooth. He was used to the cheaper drinks he got free at bars during his set. “Nice, right? Now have twenty more and go dance.”

“I don’t know about that.” Still, he did have a few more while Yoongi worked the club with his beats. The reserved area caught his eye. It seemed to be catching everyone’s eyes. The crowd was denser near one roped off area in particular. There were a couple of large bodyguards making certain they didn’t get any closer. Namjoon nudged Yoongi. “What’s that about?” Yoongi glanced over.

“Oh. Pop star. That one who sang ‘Filter’. Never seen him here before, but I heard he came tonight.”

“You gonna play his song?”

“Fuck no. I don’t do pop.” Namjoon didn’t think the song was so bad. The guy had a great voice and he was sexy as all hell. Namjoon appreciated all types of music.

The soju really was smooth.

The club was really getting hot, he thought, and removed his jacket. He didn’t realize how much of it he’d drunk until he knocked over half a shot on Yoongi’s equipment. He got a good yelling at and was pushed out of the booth to “dance it off”. Namjoon always had been clumsy, but drunk Namjoon was on another level.

He was drunk enough not to mind being pushed out as much as he normally would. He made his way into the flow. He wouldn’t have called himself a dancer, but he wasn’t without moves. Just because he hated big clubs didn’t mean he hadn’t spent time in any. Yoongi knew his jams too and like a mind-reader played just the right songs to get Namjoon to relax and blend into the crush. It wasn’t so bad, really, as long as you were on at least your twelfth shot of soju...maybe sixteenth. He’d lost count. He even thought he was starting to have a little fun.

Something seemed to change around him. He didn’t notice it at first and when he did he couldn’t put his finger on what had changed, exactly. He kept dancing, the thought that something was happening floating in the back of his mind largely unacknowledged. There were hands on his chest. Small hands compared to his broad chest, coming from behind him. He could feel the fingers on his own skin through the holes in his shirt. They were moving with the music and connected to someone dancing up against his back. He moved his hips in time with the person behind him. By the hands he honestly couldn’t tell if it was a woman or a small man, and it really didn’t matter to him. He turned around anyway and for a moment he still wasn’t sure, but then he figured it out. Small man. Trim figure. Black baseball cap on, black silk shirt open most of the way down, tight back pants similar to his own. He couldn’t see the man’s face well, but there were lips there that looked nice. What he did notice was that the man could move. They picked up on each other’s rhythm and soon were dancing like they were choreographed. Damn! He’d never seen anyone move like that before, so fluid and sexual and perfectly timed with his own movements. This guy was a pro.

Namjoon was not aggressive. Yoongi would say that was part of his problem. He was, however, a hard worker, and he thought that was more important. Even now while dancing with a stranger, he wanted to please his partner. He touched him back, a hand on his lower back, but he didn’t touch anywhere he felt would be a violation of the other man. The young man didn’t seem to have such boundaries. His hands went everywhere as they danced. Namjoon was certain he had purposefully felt him up down below to gage his size. Well, his size was growing as they danced, but was luckily contained by his tight pants. Turned out those were necessary in a club scene after all.

Those small hands were talented too. Everything about this man was talented, right down to the tongue on his ear. Much more of this and he was going to have a mess to clean up when he got home. He tried to say something along those lines to the other man, but he shook his head. Too loud, he couldn’t hear. Namjoon did get a dazzling smile for his efforts, though, at the same time as the man moved Namjoon’s hand from his waist to his pert ass. Namjoon might not be aggressive, but he could accept an invitation. This guy had a dazzling smile. It seemed really familiar to him somehow, but he couldn’t place it.

The music changed to something slower and a little quieter though still pounding, just as Namjoon was reaching the point of overstimulation. Yoongi always was able to read the room. His partner dragged him by his shirt (if you could call it a shirt) to somewhere slightly less crowded and loud. He thought they were finally going to be able to talk. He certainly was interested in talking to this sexy man, but instead he was kissed. It was a forceful, sweaty kiss. The small man’s tongue entered his mouth, connecting with his own and sending sparks through him. He was even a great kisser! And those hands never stopped moving, running through his hair, down his neck, over his broad shoulders, and back down his body again, not to mention the thigh that pressed between his legs. Yes, he was going to lose it. He pulled back but with a smile to show nothing was wrong. He had to yell near his ear to be heard.

“Hey, I’m Namjoon. What’s your name?” The young man seemed like he would laugh, but he stopped himself. The man’s tongue ran over his full lips as he made a decision.

“Hey Namjoon. You want to get out of here?” Suddenly he had butterflies in his stomach, which he would never tell Yoongi about when he recounted these events later.

“Where?”

“I have a room. Not far.” He couldn’t say no. That wasn’t an option.

“Sure. But tell me your name first.” The man’s lovely lips quirked.

“Jimin,” he said. Namjoon has to have him repeat it, so he does. Namjoon chuckled. That was funny.

“Like the singer,” he said. Jimin smiled a smile that just floored him, and something started to click in his mind.

“Yeah, like the singer.” Namjoon turned his head and looked back towards the booth with the bodyguards, confused. Jimin turned his head back to him with a finger on his chin. “Decoy,” Jimin told him. “This isn’t my first time.” He gave him a knowing look. Namjoon thought his legs might give out on him. His throat was suddenly dry.

“Me?” he asked stupidly. The Jimin, the famous pop star, the Idol, wanted a night with him?

“Mm, yes, you.” He seemed amused. Namjoon was lost. This was unbelievable.

“So do we just...leave?” Jimin shook his head. His hand ran up under Namjoon’s mesh shirt over his sweat covered muscles. It was distracting as fuck.

“I’ll leave. My assistant will get you a car. I’ll meet you there.”

“Where?” Jimin chuckled again.

“Don’t worry. Just listen to Hobi.” He reached up to give Namjoon’s ear lobe a little lick and nibble and then said, “I’ll be waiting for you.” He ducked out of his arms and seemed to melt into the crowd. Namjoon stood there stunned, unable to believe that had actually happened. He still hadn’t moved when someone new was suddenly beside him, tossing an arm across his shoulders.

“Hi there! I’m Hoseok. Come with me, pretty boy. I’ll take care of you.” Namjoon looked up to see a tall man in bright designer clothes and a big smile wink at him. Behind them the bodyguards were moving out of the club with whoever was supposed to be Jimin, though he doubted now it was actually him.

“Let me tell my friend I’m going,” he said, surprising himself. Was he actually doing this?! Apparently he was. He went back to Yoongi’s booth and didn’t exactly tell him what had happened, just that he was going to a hotel room with someone he’d met. It was too unbelievable of a story to share just yet. There was still a chance it was all some sick joke, after all. Yoongi gave him his full support. Namjoon grabbed his jacket and one more shot before heading back down. Namjoon let Hoseok lead him out of the club. It was too loud to ask questions until they were outside.

His ears were ringing. The street noise seemed muted after the loud beats of the club. His head was swimming. He was suddenly cold as the night air hit his sweaty skin. He put on his jacket. He saw a large black SUV drive off. He wondered if that was Jimin’s car. Hoseok opened the door of a black town car for him.

“Hop on in, Romeo, and we’ll talk.” Normally Namjoon would think twice about getting into a car with some random man, but this was no ordinary night. He got in. Hoseok got in beside him. There was a leather satchel in the car already. Hoseok sat back casually on the seat with one arm thrown over the back, his legs crossed. He was perfectly at ease. Namjoon thought he was losing his mind. “Have some water. You need your hydration,” Hoseok said, nodding his head towards some bottles of water in the door. Namjoon took one and gulped most of it down in one go.

“Was that really Park Jimin?” he asked after. Hoseok laughed. He had an easy smile.

“What’s your name?” Namjoon told him. “Well, Namjoon, yes it was. And he’s hoping you’ll join him in his hotel room. How’s that sound?” It sounded fucking unbelieveable.

“Yeah. Good.” It was hard to form words. Hoseok seemed amused. How often exactly did they do this? How many other random men had been pulled out of clubs like by the hand of God to please the Idol? Speaking of, shit...he would need condoms. Probably. Hopefully.

Hoseok seemed to be able to tell he was in over his head. Maybe he was used to it. “Great! We just have one thing to get out of the way first.” He reached into the satchel and pulled out some stapled papers. They looked like a legal document. Namjoon stared at the papers. This was getting too real. “Don’t look so frightened. It’s just a super basic, very standard, nothing to be afraid of, non-disclosure agreement. That’s all!”

“That’s all, huh?”

“And completely not optional, I’m afraid.” Hoseok clicked a pen. “Date and sign and we will be on our way!”

“What exactly am I signing?” He took the pen but not the paper.

“You can’t tell anyone about this little night of fun or we’ll sue those tight pants off you.” At Namjoon’s expression he laughed and slapped Namjoon’s knee. “Don’t look so scared! Just think of it as a little secret between the two of you. Don’t tell any Press about how my dear friend likes to have his fun, and we all win!” He leaned forward, squeezing his thigh. “Trust me. It’ll be worth it.” Wink.

What the hell. Namjoon signed. Yoongi would have been proud. When would something like this ever happen to him again? Hoseok gave him a bright smile and tucked the pen and paper away. “Off we go!” he called to the driver, who pulled away from the club. Hoseok sat back again, fully relaxed. “Have more water. You’ll need it.” Namjoon did drink more, though his eyes were warily on Hoseok the whole time.

“How often do you do this?” he asked.

“Mm...not very often. It’s not exactly...easy to pull off. And we’re pretty busy, as I’m sure you can imagine.” That was somewhat reassuring, Namjoon thought. Then he remembered.

“Oh--shit! I need...supplies.” Hoseok grinned at him.

“You’re cute. You’re really cute. I see why he picked you. Don’t worry. Everything you need will be there.”

Namjoon didn’t know what to say next. He felt like he should ask a lot more questions, but his mind was foggy and blank. He just kept thinking about those rosebud lips, that tongue on his ear, the greedy hands on his body...He takes a deep breath.

“What’s he like?” He asked. Hoseok tilted his head.

“What’s he like or what does he like?”

“I mean, as a person.”

“Hm.” Hoseok seemed to apprise him differently now. He considered how much to share. “He’s really funny. He’s really sweet.” He paused, leaving something out. “Be nice to him, alright? It’s a lonely world, you know?”

“Yeah…” He thought he did know. He finished a second bottle of water as he counted back the months since he had last gone on a date or slept with someone. Too many. “So you’re like, his assistant?”

“Sort of. More like a friend. I’m the dance captain for his crew.”

Namjoon thought that was interesting. “How did you meet?” he asked.

“We had the same dance instructor back in the day. When he needed someone, he brought me with him.”

“Must be nice.”

“It’s a hard life, but it’s got perks. Mostly that I get to dance.” Hoseok grinned again. Namjoon noticed he didn’t ask questions back. He thought he knew why. Best not to get too involved with the boss’s one night stands. God, he was getting nervous.

They pulled up to a hotel, but not just any hotel, one of the swankiest in town.

Namjoon gapped. “Here?”

Hoseok nodded. “Top floor.”

Namjoon started to have second thoughts. “I don’t know, man…”

Hoseok pursed his lips. “You don’t have to go.” He was annoyed, not because he cared what Namjoon did, but because he’d be the one to deal with the fallout after.

Namjoon looked at Hoseok for help, but didn’t receive any. He would have to make this decision on his own. He thought of what Yoongi would say right now, and then gathered himself and got out of the car. Hoseok rolled down his window and leaned out, holding a keycard up but out of reach.

“Just one more thing. I need your phone.”

“What?”

“Can’t have any pictures or videos randomly popping up online. Don’t worry. It’ll be at the front desk for you when you leave.” He held out his hand. Hoseok really hated all of this. There’s a moment where Namjoon doesn’t move. “Look, I know it’s weird, but the world’s biggest pop star is up there right now waiting for you to fuck him. You going to walk away from that? Do you have something better to do tonight? I promise, you’ll get your phone back just as it is.”

“Fuck it.” He puts his phone in Hoseok’s hand and is given the keycard.

“Just go all the way up.”

Namjoon turned to the grand hotel entrance. He wished he had a little more of that soju right now.

As he stepped inside, doors held open for him by a doorman who’s eyes seemed to look right through him, he realized how he must look to everyone right now, and he was suddenly mortified. He walked in and searched for the bathroom right away and hurried to it as inconspicuously as he could. He went to the sink and looked at himself in the mirror. God, he looked awful. He looked like he’d gotten drunk at a club and was on his way for a hookup. Which was all true. With a sigh, he did his best to clean up, but there wasn’t much to be done now. What he needed was a shower and a change of clothes, but it was too late for that.

Trying to avoid all eye contact, he made his way to the elevator. Inside, blessedly alone, he hit the top button. The Penthouse. He had to use the keycard to even get it to go there. This was indeed the weirdest thing he’d ever done in his life. As he made his way up, all his self-doubt came crashing over him. Why him? Why would the world’s biggest pop star want an evening with him? It made no sense. He was average looking at best. He was an average dancer at best. Anything he excelled at, Jimin had no idea about. He just knew as soon as he arrived he would be laughed at and kicked out and it would all have been for nothing. Jimin would look at him in the light and change his mind. He’d have to ride the elevator of shame all the way back down and then go to the front desk to ask for his phone like an idiot. It would be a disaster. It would be the worst night of his life. God, he was so thirsty!

After what seemed like an eternity, the door opened to a small hallway. There was only one door and it was guarded by a huge man in black. Namjoon stepped out of the elevator, gripping the keycard like a lifeline. He cleared his throat.

“Hey. Uhm. I have a...I’m expected?” He had no idea what to say to this large man. What if he was in the wrong place? He started to sweat. The man didn’t say a word, but opened the door for him. “Oh. Uh. Thanks,” he said and stepped forward.

The view was stunning. The first thing he noticed was the wall of windows, showing the city below them. The ceiling was two stories high and the windows went all the way up. They were so high up, for a moment he had vertigo. Everything in the room was underrated opulence, but even in such a surprisingly large room, the furniture had a cozy feeling to it. He gaped for a moment and then noticed another guard standing on this side of the door, which nearly made him jump out of his skin.

“Namjoon!” His attention snapped back to the living room. There he was. Jimin stood and turned to him, having been sitting on the couch facing the windows. It was like something from a movie. He looked totally different, no longer wearing a baseball cap and all black. He was in a floral silk robe, tied at the waist that flowed around him like water. His hair was a dark blond color which seemed surprisingly natural on him. His eyes were a hazel color and his lips pink and glossy. “You came,” Jimin said. He sounded relieved. Maybe Namjoon wouldn’t be laughed out of the door after all. He smiled.

Chapter 2: The Hotel

With one more wary glance at the guard he entered the living room. Jimin motioned for him to join him. Namjoon left his shoes by the door and stepped around the couch. God, he looked so beautiful it made Namjoon’s chest hurt. Jimin offered him a glass of champagne. He took the glass, feeling hopelessly out of place. Jimin was still smiling at him, his hands playing with the belt of his robe. Was he nervous? That didn’t make any sense.

“Hey,” Namjoon said, trying to sound cool and certain he was failing miserably. “Nice place you got here.”

“Mm. Yeah. I like the view.” They both looked out the windows. It was stunning. Namjoon’s eyes went right back to Jimin though.

“Uhm. Sorry I couldn’t...clean up. I probably smell like--club. You look--amazing.”

“Thanks. You look amazing too, don’t worry. I didn’t really know what to...I’m glad you came.” There was that smile again. He definitely looked nervous, which somehow made Namjoon less so, even if just a little. “I know it’s a little...weird. I’m sorry. They won’t let me, otherwise...It’s a sort of compromise.” He looked so apologetic that Namjoon felt the need to reassure him. He put a hand on his arm.

“It’s alright. I get it. I mean, yeah, it’s weird, but...we’re here.” Jimin seemed pleased with that. He nodded and relaxed some.

“Sit down. Have some champagne. I’ll put on some music.” He went to a control panel Namjoon would never have even noticed. Soon Frank Ocean was playing in the background.

Namjoon sat and sipped the drink. He glanced back at the guard standing near the door. “Is he just going to…”

“Oh…” Jimin sat beside him, looking apologetic again. “Just ignore him. We can always go in the bedroom. He’ll stay here. He won’t bother us.” There was an unspoken unless in there somewhere, Namjoon was certain.

“That’s got to be weird, to never be alone.”

“I’m alone too much,” Jimin replied quickly, then seemed to regret it. He picked up the other glass and had a sip. “Do you like it? I can get you something else. There’s a bar. You can have whatever you want. There’s Soju.”

“It’s good.” He sipped the drink to show how he was enjoying it, though he wasn’t really much of a champagne person. He’d prefer something stronger. He felt far too sober for someone who had had so much to drink not that long ago.

“You don’t like it. What do you want?” He set down his glass and jumped up, running over to the bar.

“Are you going to bartend?” Namjoon turned to look at him as he started pulling out various bottles of drinks. It was quite amusing to see.

“Yes. I’ll make you a Jimin Special.” Namjoon went over and stood on the other side of the small bar.

“Well, this I have to try.” It turned out to be a crazy concoction of Makgeolli, blueberry Vinegar, Sikhye, and an energy drink. It was a hazy bluish color. When he was done, Jimin pushed one over to Namjoon with pride. Namjoon wasn’t too sure about the look of this drink.

“Your drink, sir. Be sure to tip your bartender.”

“I think I’ll try it first.” He took a sip and nodded. It was actually not as bad as it looked. “Not bad! I may tip him after all.”

“No rush! You can start a tab.” Jimin smiled and scooted around the bar to join him, hoping up on one of the barstools. He pulled over his own drink and had a sip. When he crossed his legs, the silk slipped down, baring his smooth legs up to his thighs. Did he even have anything on underneath that…? Namjoon took another longer drink. Thank god the Jimin Special was pretty strong.

“I’ma need another of these in a minute,” he said.

“You should make me one,” Jimin suggested.

“Deal.” Namjoon started to change the topic, to ask Jimin something about himself, but Jimin interrupted his thoughts.

“It’s really so nice you’re here. Tell me something about yourself.”

“Just...anything?”

“Anything you want.” Jimin leaned his head on his hand, elbow on the bar as he looked at Namjoon expectantly.

“Mm...well…” What did someone say about themselves to someone so famous? Everything sounded so lame. “I’m a rapper. I don’t usually go to clubs. And I never dress like this.” Jimin smiled softly at him. It was so hard to think when he did that.

“You look good in it. I don’t go to clubs either. I want to hear you rap.” Namjoon laughed right away.

“No. No way. I can’t rap in front of you.” Jimin looked offended.

“Why not?”

“Because you’re Park Jimin! You did a song with Drake!” Those pink lips go into a pout. Oh no. He was going to give in, wasn’t he? Now the nightmare would begin. “You might not like it.”

“I will! If I don’t, I’ll pretend I do and you’ll never know.”

“That is not reassuring.”

“Please?” Jimin’s voice got a hint of a whine in it and reached out and squeezed Namjoon’s thigh for emphasis. Namjoon could see he was used to getting what he wanted, and with good reason.

“...I’ll play you something off my mixtape.” That seemed to appease him. He beamed at him happily. Namjoon reached for his phone...which he didn’t have. He cursed. “They took my phone.”

“Oh...right.”

“I could…” text it to you? Email? Let you hear it next time? None of those things were going to happen.

“It’s okay! But I hope I can hear you rap sometime soon.” Namjoon sucked on his drink.

“Hey, uhm...can I ask you something?” he said. Why not make an awkward situation even more awkward? Jimin nodded, also drinking. “Why’d you pick...me?” Jimin made a face at the question. “Come on, there were way hotter guys there and better dancers too. Why me?”

“I picked you because I liked you.”

“How’d you know you’d like me?”

“I knew.” He hit the bar with his hand. “Make me a drink!” Namjoon could see he wasn’t going to get an answer just yet. Alright, fine. Drinks were probably a good idea. He drank down the last of his drink.

“As you wish!” Probably best not to push the Idol too far. The looming guard was a constant reminder of that. He got up and went around the bar. Damn, it really was fully stocked! He pulled out some Coke, Soju, and beer. “A Namjoon Special, coming up.” He mixed two drinks, heavy on the beer. It was not an original drink. Jimin smirked and took it.

“Is that the best you can do?” he asked.

“Hey, classics will outlive us all.” He clinked their glasses and drank half of his down. That was better. He could feel his buzz again. Jimin drank as well, his eyes on Namjoon.

“Do you get a lot of rap gigs?”

“I do alright. No stadium tours yet,” he jokes, “Mostly bars. But, you know, gotta keep chasing the dream, right?”

“Mm.”

“Do you like being famous?” As soon as he asked it, Namjoon realized it was a tacky question. “Sorry, nevermind. Don’t answer that.” The question seemed to make Jimin self-conscious. His eyes drifted away. Namjoon beat himself up internally. Idiot.

Before Namjoon could think of what to say next to ruin things more, Jimin chugged his entire drink and then stood up.

“Let’s dance!” He went over to the music controls without waiting for an answer and changed the music to Blackpink, turning it up so loud that Namjoon was certain people could hear it three floors below them. Wow. Okay. He really shouldn’t have asked that question, he guessed. He down the rest of his drink and joined him. At least he hadn’t been kicked out, just silenced. He really didn’t think he wanted to know what an Idol temper tantrum was like.

Before he could awkwardly wonder what kind of dancing Jimin had in mind, Jimin let it be known. He grabbed Namjoon and pulled him close against him. One of Jimin’s hands went right to Namjoon’s ass as he grinded against him. He knew what was expected of him now, and honestly, he was perfectly willing to try to give that to him, if he could manage not to mess it all up completely first. He danced with him, a hand on his lower back again. Did Jimin roll his eyes at him? He wasn’t quite certain. But then Jimin was pushing Namjoon’s jacket off of his shoulders and onto the floor. He felt a little self-conscious again without it, but Jimin didn’t give him time to dwell on it. He sang along with the girl’s song, his voice blending perfectly with theirs as he pulled him towards the giant windows by his belt. He didn’t have long to wonder what he was up to, before Jimin was undoing his belt as he sang and gyrated to the music. He gave Namjoon a naughty smile as he unbuttoned and unzipped him. Namjoon tried to remember to move to the song, but was soon frozen as the small hand reached into his pants. The guard behind him! The windows in front! He gulped. Jimin let his robe fall off one shoulder coyly and he sunk to his knees. He certainly had nothing on under the top half of the robe, but Namjoon still was uncertain about the bottom half.

Before he knew it, his pants were being tugged to the ground and the Idol was rubbing him through his boxer briefs. His heart was racing and his breathing sped up. This was actually going to happen. He was going to—No, he had to stop thinking of Jimin as some Idol. He was just a guy, on his knees before him, looking up at him, probably wanting the exact same thing he did. He consciously softened his expression and gave him a grin. Jimin grinned back and Namjoon felt something click.

And then his cock was out and this tongue licked up his shaft and he thought his legs would give out. Jimin held the base steady with his hand as his tongue worked around it, teasing him. He avoided the head until Namjoon was as hard as a rock, which drove him crazy. Then a condom appeared out of the pocket of Jimin’s robe and he rolled it on him. Namjoon was almost grateful for it. He didn’t think he could last long without it. Jimin’s mouth taking in his cock was the most erotic thing he had ever seen. He would be seeing those lips in his dreams for the rest of his life, he thought. When he began sucking, it was almost too much to take. Namjoon reached out and steadied himself with a palm against the window. He could see the whole city before them on the other side of the glass but none of them knew what was happening right above them.

“Ah, Jimin, I’m going to...I’m gonna…” He looked back down at him and with a groan he couldn’t hold himself back any longer. It was embarrassing, but Jimin didn’t seem to mind. A few tissues later, the mess was cleaned up. Jimin stood and went to the music controls. He changed it to something softer and looked at Namjoon over his exposed shoulder. “That was...wow,” Namjoon said.

“I know.” Jimin motioned with his finger and walked to the bedroom, not waiting for Namjoon. Unsure what to do with his clothes, he left his pants and tucked himself back in his underwear and followed. The room was similar in style to the living room but much smaller. It also had a wall of windows and there was a lavish bathroom attached. Jimin was on the bed sitting up on his knees, which were spread apart.

Namjoon’s nerves started to show again. Now it was his turn to reciprocate. Normally he wouldn’t be phased by that, but he felt pressure to live up to this gorgeous person who was obviously skilled in this area as well.

Jimin offered the belt of his robe to Namjoon, who took it, uncertain. “Pull,” Jimin told him, so he did, untying the robe. Jimin let it fall off of his other shoulder and onto the bed. Underneath he had on pink lace underwear that hardly concealed or held his growing erection. Namjoon’s heart was pounding in his chest. Jimin turned and crawled away from him on the bed. His ass was small, round, and tight. Namjoon felt his throat go dry. Jimin looked back at him over his shoulder seductively, as if Namjoon needed any further seducing...Still, he was uncertain.

“Tell me what you want,” he said to Jimin. Jimin smiled.

“I just want to feel good,” he replied, turning and laying on his back, propped up on his elbows, waiting. Okay, thought Namjoon, he could do that.

He removed his ridiculous shirt (God, he was going to have to leave wearing that, wasn’t he? Horrifying.) and crawled over to Jimin, hovering over him. Jimin looked up at him expectantly. Namjoon lowered his head and kissed him on the neck. Jimin tilted his head back, accommodating. Namjoon kissed him, taking his time, going lower and lower. He moved down to his clavicle, his chest, took a moment to pay attention to both small, dark nipples, and worked his way down his toned stomach. When he reached his groin, he continued his kisses over Jimin’s underwear, mouthing over him, kissing and tounging him down his shaft to his balls and back up. Jimin began to squirm under him and made a pleasurable moan. Encouraged, Namjoon licked over the head that peaked out of the lace and Jimin’s hips pushed up, encouraging him. He pulled down the lace with a finger and licked him more. He could hear Jimin’s breathing quicken as his tongue moved over him. Then Jimin’s hand was in his hair.

“Come here,” He beckoned before he finished and pulled Namjoon back over him. He brought their mouths together and kissed him deeply, invading Namjoon’s mouth with his greedy tongue. Jimin’s hand went down between them and palmed Namjoon. He whispered, “Get hard for me again.” It was not a difficult request. Jimin hooked a leg around Namjoon’s hip, pulling their bodies flush against each other and they kissed until Namjoon was ready again. Jimin pointed to the nightstand, where more condoms and a bottle of lube was waiting. Namjoon licked his lips in anticipation and made eye contact with Jimin. This was really happening? Jimin smiled.

“Hurry.” He didn’t need more encouragement. Namjoon climbed off of him and discarded his own underwear and got the condom on. He brought over the lubricant to Jimin who made no move to remove his own lace. He spread his legs, knees raised. “Leave them on,” he told Namjoon. Namjoon put some lube on his fingers. When he looked closer, he saw the panties had a slit for just such an occasion. Nervous as all hell, he rubbed a slick finger over Jimin’s hole and slid it in easily. Jimin watched him, a little amused. He moved his hips with him in encouragement. Namjoon worked in a second finger and hoped he was doing everything alright. Jimin rocked his hips against the fingers, pushing them in deeper, moaning a little for fun, fucking Namjoon’s fingers. God, it was insanely sexy, Namjoon thought. Jimin pulled back, Namjoon’s fingers sliding out. He licked his lips.

“Let’s go,” he said. Namjoon rubbed lube over his hard shaft, so nervous he nearly dropped the bottle in the process, and then lined himself up. He had to take a deep breath and let it out first, but then he pushed himself in. There was resistance at first, but not much. He leaned over Jimin, hands on the bed on either side of him, in to the hilt. It felt so good, so tight. Jimin tossed his head back and also took a deep breath and let it out. Then he looked up at Namjoon and pulled him down for a kiss with a hand on his neck.

“Start moving before I die,” He told him and Namjoon complied, pulling out halfway and back in again slowly. He could feel the lace rubbing against his cock. Jimin made the most beautiful little noises against his lips. “Faster,” Jimin insisted. Namjoon moved a hand to Jimin’s hip to hold him in place and started pumping faster, going deeper with each thrust. Jimin arched his back and wrapped a leg around Namjoon’s back. His small hands raked across Namjoon’s shoulders. “Harder!” Namjoon adjusted his position and began to fuck him in earnest, slapping against him until Jimin melted under him, eyes shut, mouth open, clinging to Namjoon desperately.

Before Namjoon could finish a second time, though, he stopped him, his voice breathless. “Window!” He said. “Pick me up!” Namjoon thought he understood. He pulled out carefully then pulled Jimin to the edge of the bed. Jimin wrapped both legs around him and his arms around his neck and Namjoon picked him up. He took him to the window, pressing Jimin’s back to it. Namjoon didn’t usually engage in such unusual positions, but he would have done absolutely anything Jimin requested at that moment just to be able to keep fucking him. He got himself lined up again and used Jimin’s own weight to enter him again. Jimin clung to him tightly, bouncing on Namjoon’s cock as he pressed back against the glass. He dug his nails into Namjoon’s shoulders. Namjoon did his best to go as hard as he could though the position was a little strenuous for him. Jimin seemed to love it. He gasped and bounced until he’d had enough.

“Ah! Namjoon!” Jimin whined. “Let me down!” He set him down. Jimin went quickly to the plush chair and leaned over the arm. “Go, go!” he insisted. Namjoon thrust right back into him from behind and slapped against him, holding his hips, faster and harder, as Jimin gripped the chair for his life, coming on it while he was pounded into. Not long after that Namjoon climaxed as well. He slowed and stayed inside Jimin as he caught his breath, sweat beaded over his brow and chest. Jimin collapsed over the chair, catching his breath as well. Carefully Namjoon pulled himself out and discarded the condom. He brought over the tissues for Jimin, who didn’t seem much interested in moving, so he cleaned him himself. Jimin looked at him over his shoulder and grinned. He held out his hand for Namjoon to help him up, which he did. Jimin pressed up against him and gave him a long, softer kiss, then patted his cheek. He walked past him to the bathroom.

Namjoon sat on the edge of the bed, looking out the window. He wiped a hand over his forehead, head swimming. Goddamn, that had been something else. A few minutes later, the bed moved and then two hands slid down his chest from behind. He turned his head and smiled. Jimin kissed his cheek then pulled back again. He tugged the covers of the bed down and climbed under them. He reached out for Namjoon to join him. As soon as Namjoon was under them as well, Jimin was wrapped around him, his head on Namjoon’s chest. Namjoon was surprised to notice that Jimin was fully naked now. His skin felt so good against his own.

“That was...incredible,” Namjoon said. Jimin hummed. “Thank you for...inviting me.” He didn’t get a response to that. “Will you tell me now?” Jimin hummed again with a question mark this time. “Why’d you pick me?” There was a little pause before he answered.

“I could tell you were nice,” Jimin said, eyes closed.

“How could you tell?” Namjoon asked.

“Mm...I saw you in the DJ booth. Was that your boyfriend?”

“Just a friend. Don’t change the subject. How’d you know I wasn’t an asshole?” Jimin’s fingers played over Namjoon’s chest lightly.

“You looked nervous up there. It was cute. You were respectful when you danced. Not aggressive. I don’t like aggressive guys.” Namjoon could guess why. Jimin was the aggressive one, he thought. Jimin opened his eyes and looked up at him. “I have a good radar for these things. And you could move so I knew you’d be good in bed. And you were so sexy. It was easy to choose.”

“What if I’d have said no?” Namjoon teased. Jimin reached up and booped his nose.

“No one says no.”

“I might have.”

“Then I’d have been sad and lonely tonight. Is that what you’d have wanted? Why are you so cruel?” Namjoon grinned down at him.

“No way. I’m too nice for that.”

“Exactly.” Jimin closed his eyes and relaxed again. Namjoon wanted to say more, a lot more, but he held back. He’d just end up saying the wrong thing again.

“Just...let me know when you want me to go,” he said.

“Not yet...” Jimin said. Then he opened his eyes again. “Are you hungry? We can get some food.”

“Sure.” Jimin sat up and pulled his phone from the bedside table and sent a text.

“Hobi will order us something.” He set his phone aside and settled back against Namjoon.

“You always stay in rooms like this?” Namjoon asked. Jimin chuckled. “What?”

“This isn’t my room,” Jimin confessed.

“What?”

“My room is on the third floor with the rest of my team. This was just for...tonight. For fun. I have a regular room like everyone else.” Namjoon looked at him in disbelief.

“You’re kidding.”

“These big rooms are too much for me. They always feel so empty. I don’t like them alone.”

“Hm. That makes sense.” They’re quiet for a moment and then Namjoon asks, “How long are you in town for…?” Jimin didn’t answer right away. Maybe he shouldn’t have asked that.

“A couple of days. For interviews.”

“Nice. Where to next?”

“Uhm...Tokyo, I think?”

“That’s cool. Do you like it? Traveling?”

“Sometimes.” Namjoon found it so difficult to know what to talk about, but he desperately wanted Jimin to trust him, let down his guard, and just let them get to know each other like regular people. He wanted to take him on a date, actually, though he could see that was impossible. Chances were once he left he would never see Jimin in person again. It was a really shitty thought.

“I want to travel more. When I can afford it. I think I’d like touring,” Namjoon said.

“Just make sure you take good people with you.”

“Seems like Hoseok is a good friend.”

“He is. I think I rely on him too much.” That was the first personal thing Jimin had said to him. Namjoon smiled to himself.

“He seemed alright with it.” Jimin didn’t have anything to say to that.

Not long later they could hear the guard letting someone in. The room service had arrived. Namjoon got up and put his boxer briefs back on and went and got the rolling cart and brought it back to the bedroom. He was surprised how quickly he got used to having someone else so nearby. The guy really did kind of disappear in the background. They sat up in bed and ate a variety of foods that Hoseok ordered for them and chatted. Namjoon noticed Jimin didn’t each much himself. He just nibbled mostly. It made him a little sad. They also had some tea and water. Hoseok had been right. He needed the hydration.

After, Jimin asked, “Do you want to shower with me?” How could Namjoon say no?

It was a large shower with a light up waterfall shower head above their heads. The water felt so relaxing on Namjoon’s body after their exertion. He thought he could fall asleep right there. They cleaned each other, laughing when it tickled. Namjoon thought this was his favorite part of the evening. He really wished he had a clean change of clothing once they were done, however, but he had no such luck.

As he toweled off, he watched Jimin remove his colored contacts and put lotion on his face and neck.

“You look really good like that,” Namjoon said.

“Like what?”

“Like...yourself. Natural.” Jimin looked at him and smiled, but it was clear he didn’t believe him.

“My skin looks so blotchy!” Namjoon went over to him and put his arms around him from behind, looking at him in the mirror.

“Naw, it looks perfect.”

“Hm.” Jimin put on some eye cream and lip gloss before he was finished. Then he looked back at Namjoon through the mirror. “You can stay a while, if you want. Take a nap…” Namjoon chuckled.

“Isn’t it like 4am by now?”

“Aren’t you tired?”

“Exhausted.”

“Well, then.”

Namjoon joined him in bed again and slept for a couple of hours with Jimin’s head on his chest. He found he was indeed exhausted and fell asleep easily. Jimin woke him around 6am and he got dressed, still half asleep.

He didn’t ask if he would see him again as they kissed goodbye at the hotel room door. What would be the point? He didn’t thank him again for the evening either. He simply gave him a smile as the elevator doors closed and tried to ignore the sinking feeling in his stomach as the beautiful boy disappeared from his sight.

He nearly forgot his phone once he was in the lobby. He zipped his jacket all the way up and awkwardly went to the front desk where indeed his phone was waiting for him. He had several messages from Yoongi wondering where he was. Would Yoongi even believe him when he told him?

And then he saw one other message from an unknown number. Namjoon smiled to himself.

It read: don’t forget to send me your mixtape :)

Chapter 3: The Photographer (or The Third Wheel)

“You signed a contract in order to have sex with some guy? Are you insane?!”

“Okay, but he was really hot.”

“I can’t believe you did that. I’m so ashamed.”

“He gave me his number.”

“Booty Call number.”

“We’ve been texting! I thought you’d be proud of me for going outside my comfort zone. Taking a risk.”

“This isn’t what I had in mind.”

“He listened to my mixtape. He said he liked it.”

“And, what, now he’s putting you on his next album? Come on!”

“Did I mention how hot he was?”

Yoongi shook his head in disbelief as he tried to work at his computer on a song. It was no use. He was hopelessly distracted now.

Namjoon sat on his couch nearby, flipping through a Rolling Stone Korea magazine. Jimin was on the cover. He held up a full page photo of the Idol lounging seductively in a white suit with the shirt open to his navel for Yoongi to see.

“You wouldn’t sign a little piece of paper for this?”

Yoongi glanced at it. “Nope.” Though… if he were being honest, it might not be as bad of a deal as he was making it out to be. The guy was pretty hot.

“Liar.”

“Whatever. It’s not like you’re ever going to see him again.”

Namjoon grinned and flipped to the next page of the magazine without replying. Yoongi looked at him again.

“What?” he asked.

“What?” Namjoon asked back, innocently.

“When?” Yoongi corrected, catching his drift.

“Not sure. Soon. Tonight or tomorrow when he’s back in town.”

“I wouldn’t hold your breath.”

As if by fate, Namjoon’s phone buzzed just then. He grabbed it and checked who it was. His face lit up and he hopped onto his knees.

“Oooooh-ho!”

Yoongi’s attention snapped back to him.

“What?”

Namjoon showed him the screen. It was Jimin calling.

“No way!” Yoongi said, then added, “Put it on speaker.”

“Hey, what’s up?” Namjoon answered the phone casually, putting it on speaker for Yoongi, but holding a finger up to his mouth, telling him to stay quiet. Yoongi leaned in to listen.

“Hey Joonie!” Jimin’s voice said. Yoongie mouthed “Joonie!” and his eyes nearly rolled out of his head. Namjoon shoved his shoulder.

“Hey Jimin, good to hear from you! How’er you doing?”

“Good! We just landed. Heading to the hotel. You wanna come over tonight? Are you busy?” Namjoon thought he could hear someone talking to Jimin in the background. Was someone listening in on his end as well?

“Yeah, I can do that. Where are you staying?”

“The Lotte. Around ten. I’ll leave a key for you at the desk.” Jimin’s voice was muffled for a moment as he spoke to someone else. “Okay, can’t wait to see you! Bye, Joon!” he said, in a rush and hung up.

“Okay, bye.” Namjoon hung up the call and looked up at Yoongi. “BAM! How about that?” Yoongi refused to be impressed.

“Congratulations. You’re a booty call. I told you.”

“Better than a one night stand. Jealous? You want to come along? Meet a real star?”

“I’m good. No one likes a third wheel.”

***

“Jiminie! What are you doing?”

“I want to see him again.”

“You’re already seeing someone tonight, remember?”

“I know. I think they’ll get along.” Hoseok gave Jimin his version of a stern look, his lips puckered. They sat in the backseat of an SUV on their way to the hotel. “I want to see him and I don’t have any other nights free. It’ll be fun!” Jimin leaned on his shoulder. “Do you want to come too? There’s always room for more!”

“Tempting, tempting, but no, I have my own plans. I have a life too, you know!”

“You do? How dare you!” Hoseok ran his hands through Jimin’s hair, which was currently a pink color. His voice changed to a more somber tone.

“That guy seemed really nice. Just be careful with him, alright?”

“I’ll make sure he has a good time. Don’t worry.”

***

This time when Namjoon approaches Jimin’s hotel room, he’s properly dressed. He bought some new clothes for the occasion, but he didn’t plan to mention that to anyone--especially Yoongi. He wore jeans with a black t-shirt and a black leather biker jacket. Casual and cool, he thought, though he felt nearly as nervous as he had the first time he met up with Jimin. At least he knew what to expect now and he’d been allowed to keep his phone.

Jimin’s room wasn’t on the top floor this time, though it was a suite. He supposed Jimin didn’t feel the need to impress him as much now. That seemed like a good sign. Though in all honesty, he hadn’t needed to be the first time either. Jimin was impressive enough on his own. The guard outside the door let him in and once inside the room, he didn’t see the second one, which was a relief.

As soon as he stepped inside, he heard Jimin yell his name. He immediately ran up and jumped into Namjoon’s arms, legs wrapping around him. Namjoon caught him and laughed. He hadn’t expected that.

“Well, hey,” he said, nerves fading quickly. Jimin smiled, kissed him, and then hoped back down. He was wearing an oversized hoodie and jeans and somehow still made it look sexy as hell. He took Namjoon by the hand and brought him into the living room. Namjoon kicked off his shoes as they went.

“I want you to meet someone,” Jimin said eagerly. That’s when Namjoon realized they weren’t alone after all. Sitting back in a plush chair was another man. He had wavy black hair that fell over his face right above his eyes. He had his elbow on the arm of the chair and one finger touching his lips. He had the most sultry expression Namjoon had ever seen. His nerves returned in force. “This is Vante. He’s a photographer. He did my Rolling Stone spread. Did you see it?”

“Yeah, I’ve seen it. Hi. I’m Namjoon,” he said, trying to be as civil as possible and hide any disappointment. It didn’t make him feel any better to see that Vante didn’t seem any happier to see Namjoon than he was to see him.

“Hey,” Vante said, not moving, eyes narrow and appraising. Jimin didn’t seem to notice the tension or if he did, he ignored it. He clung to Namjoon’s arm.

“The photos are great,” Namjoon added.

“Thanks.”

“Joon is a fantastic rapper,” Jimin said.

“So you said,” replied Vante. When neither of them said more, Jimin went to the bar and pulled out as many bottles of Soju as he could carry and brought them over.

“Anyone want a drink?” He passed a bottle to everyone and then set out little cups. Namjoon sat on the couch and opened his bottle. He used a cup for his drink but Vante drank straight from the bottle. Jimin started with a cup but it wasn’t long before he drank from the bottle as well. It was going to be that sort of night, was it?

“Vante’s visiting from L.A.” Jimin told Namjoon as he cuddled up beside him on the couch.

“Oh cool.”

“Yeah. So cool.” Vante agreed as he took a sip, though Namjoon didn’t think he meant it. Why was this guy here? He’d expected some alone time and instead he had to deal with this blank faced guy who seemed like he wanted nothing more than for Namjoon to crawl into a hole and die. Was Jimin trying to make him jealous? If he was, he really didn’t need to work so hard at it. Namjoon already felt completely inadequate, he didn’t need some hotshot L.A. photographer to top it off.

Still, it was nice to see Jimin and he liked how he was sitting beside him and how he kept touching and rubbing on his thigh. Vante’s eyes went to Jimin’s hand and then looked away pointedly as he drank. Namjoon turned his attention to Jimin.

“It’s really nice to see you again.” He bit his tongue to keep from adding, I wasn’t sure I ever would. “You look really good.” Jimim managed to both look like he rejected the compliment and loved it.

“I just got back in town. What have you been up to? Tell me everything.”

He caught Jimin up on his activities, but kept it brief. After all, what could he have to say that would really interest a pop idol and a famous photographer? He asked Jimin the same question and got a short recap of his touring. He looked tired, Namjoon thought. Tired and trying to hide it.

“How about you? Why are you in town?” Namjoon asked Vante, trying to be civil. He had nothing against this guy. Maybe he was feeling awkward too.

“Just visiting on my way to Beijing for work.”

“Oh. Nice. Staying long?”

“No,” Vante said as he took a drink, both eyebrows going up for emphasis. And suddenly Namjoon felt like the third wheel. Should he really be here? He turned back to Jimin for guidance but Jimin just smiled.

“I’ll put on some music!” he said. He turned on some music and sat back by Namjoon. But Namjoon couldn’t get past his awkward feeling.

He asked Jimin quietly, “Maybe I should go? See you another time?”

Jimin whined immediately. “No! I want you to stay! Please stay.” He clung to his arm again and threw a look at Vante, who pursed his lips. Namjoon wished he understood the silent communication going on between them. Whatever it was, it had an effect on Vante. His expression softened and he tilted his head, looking at Namjoon.

“Stay,” he said, and ever so briefly his tongue appeared between his lips. “It’ll be fun.” Would it?

He stayed.

***

They were getting low on Soju so Jimin ordered more and some beer. All inhibitions and awkwardness from before had flown from Namjoon’s mind as it was filled instead with alcohol. They talked, they laughed, and actually got along.

Vante, it turned out, had a hundred outrageous stories about Hollywood celebrities that he freely shared. Namjoon silently wondered how many of them the attractive photographer had slept with. He was certain by now Jimin was one of them. There was a charm about Vante that was hard to place. Behind the distant exterior, he was quite hilarious and behind that, he was incredibly sultry, like an old Hollywood starlet from the 40’s. Namjoon found he was enjoying the stories and enjoying himself and he was definitely enjoying Jimin lounging all over him as they talked. The drinks weren’t bad either. Namjoon even freestyle rapped for them about Jimin and had him practically rolling on the floor.

“I want to dance!” Jimin pushed the coffee table covered in empty bottles aside and started to dance to the music between the two of them. He was mesmerizing to watch. Namjoon literally found himself slack jawed watching. A particularly sexy song started and Jimin grabbed Namjoon’s hand, pulling him up. “Dance with me, Joonie,” he demanded. He didn’t hesitate, dancing up on him like they had at the club. He knew he was grinning like a fool, but it didn’t matter. Jimin’s hands were on him and he was bewitched.

And then there was another pair of hands on him, coming from behind. Before he could react, Jimin pulled him down for a kiss. As Jimin’s tongue connected with his own, he felt Vante’s hands move over his hips and up his chest. Suddenly his heart was thumping loudly in his chest. He was glad for the haze in his brain. He would certainly overthink this otherwise. He didn’t stop it. He kissed Jimin back and ran his hands over his pert ass. He wasn’t quite sure how the physics of three worked, but they seemed confident, so he guessed he’d find out.

Events began to blur. They were kissing and touching, someone’s erection was rubbing against his thigh, or maybe more than one. He felt a straining in his own pants. Someone was rubbing him there. Someone else was untucking his shirt. He locked eyes with Vante for a moment. Vante grinned at him lopsidedly and licked his lips. That tongue didn’t seem to like to stay in his mouth and Namjoon was starting to wonder what else it could do.

Jimin dragged Namjoon to the bedroom. Vante followed. Jimin climbed on the bed as Namjoon stood at the foot of it. Jimin unbuckled Namjoon’s belt, undid his pants, and pushed them down while grinning up at him. He had a naughty glint in his eyes. As he laid on his back on the bed, his head towards Namjoon, he heard Vante tisk.

“Take off the hoodie first,” he said as he lounged across the other end of the bed, now shirtless and watching. Namjoon’s eyes strayed over his figure. He was lightly toned and slim. Jimin obeyed, tossing aside the hoodie. Namjoon was a little surprised. He thought Jimin was the one in charge during sex. Now he wasn’t so sure.

Jimin laid back down on his back and let his head fall off the edge of the mattress. He reached over and guided Namjoon’s waiting cock to his mouth, licking over the head while upside down. Namjoon took in a breath and looked over at Vante who was watching. Vante twerked a brow at him, a little smile on his lips. Namjoon turned his attention back to Jimin who wet his cock with his tongue before taking it into his mouth. There was something so erotic about watching his member disappear into Jimin’s throat as his throat was exposed like this. He thrust gently into him with Jimin’s encouragement.

Preoccupied as he was, he didn’t notice at first when Vante moved. He slid Jimin’s pants off of him, leaving him naked, his dick hard and waiting. There was something else too, he had something around his...Oh. A cock ring. Vante had Namjoon’s attention now as he started licking over Jimin’s erection. Jimin moaned around Namjoon’s dick, which vibrates through him. He found his heart was starting to pound harder in his chest. Shit, this was hot.

Vante lifted his ass up off the bed to bring the cock into his mouth. Jimin helped, feet planted on the bed as he gripped the bed with arms outstretched, and sucked Namjoon harder, deeper into his throat. Vante pulled him out of his mouth and moved his head lower, licking over the trapped balls and then lower still.

“Oh, Jiminie, what’s this?” he said, sounding like he was anything but surprised. “Did you prepare yourself for us? That’s so thoughtful.” He paused and there was a small pop! noise and then he set aside a moderately sized anal plug. Jimin groaned. Namjoon’s legs started to get weak. “Mm. So moist for us already. What a good boy you are.” Vante bent back down and showed his appreciation with his tongue, parting Jimin’s cheeks with his hands. Jimin squirmed and choked but kept Namjoon’s cock deep in his throat. Namjoon thought he would come at any moment.

Vante wasn’t done, however. He sat up and pulled out his own cock. Holding Jimin’s hips up off the bed, he lined himself up and plunged his cock into him in one firm thrust, all the way to the hilt. Jimin cried out against Namjoon’s dick and Namjoon grunted. Yes, he wouldn’t last much longer at all like this. Vante pulled all the way out slowly, so slowly, and then popped back in hard.

“Good boy, good boy,” he said in his surprisingly deep voice. “Suck on that cock. Take it all. You’re doing so good.” He did it again, pulling out and thrusting back in. Jimin was squirming and moaning and sucking and Namjoon couldn’t stand it anymore. He jerked forward and came in Jimin’s mouth, immediately pulling out as he choked.

“Oh god, sorry! Sorry!” He stammered. Jimin started to laugh as he wiped his mouth with one hand but Vante cut him off by choosing then to start pounding into him in earnest. Jimin gripped the bed again, crying out in time with the thrusts. Vante stopped abruptly, though, before either of them came, and pulled out.

“Get him some water,” he said to Namjoon, who immediately scrambled for a glass in the bathroom and brought it to him. Jimin sat up and washed out his mouth. He grinned at Namjoon and thanked him. Then Vante was gently wiping Jimin’s face clean of any residual mess with a tissue. Namjoon was surprised by the tenderness there. Vante kissed Jimin’s temple. They were making eye contact, seeming to speak without words again, and they both seemed satisfied with the conclusion of the conversation, whatever it was. Vante turned to Namjoon.

“Come on, Joonie. Time to lie down,” he said. Was Namjoon taking orders from Vante as well now? It seemed so because he laid down with his head on the pillows, grateful for it as his legs were jelly. “Can he do it again?” Vante asked Jimin. Jimin nodded, looking pleased. “Good.” Vante addressed Namjoon. “Jimin isn’t satisfied yet. He’s going to need you to get that fat cock hard again. Okay?” He turned back to Jimin. “What can we do to help him with that, hm?”

Jimin put a finger to his lips, thinking. “Hm...he seemed to like watching.”

“Good idea. Okay. On your hands and knees.” Jimin did as asked, in front of Namjoon. Vante spread Jimin’s legs a little further apart and then pulled apart his ass cheeks. Making sure Namjoon had a clear view, he licked Jimin’s hole, running his tongue over the opening, and then pressing it inside and fucking him with it. Jimin made lovely noises and sunk down to his elbows, arching his back. Fuck, thought Namjoon. These two were really something… He started stroking his own cock as he watched them. Yeah, this would do the trick.

Jimin moaned and whined. “V, I want to come now!” Vante paused his work long enough to reply.

“Not yet, baby. Wait.” Jimin groaned and wiggled in protest. “You can go a little longer. I want to see you sit on Joonie’s cock first.” Jimin swung his head towards Namjoon and looked at him with focused intent.

“Okay. He’s almost ready. Help me out.” Jimin said. He crawled up Namjoon’s body and kissed his way back down it, starting with his neck. He took a moment to pay special attention to Namjoon’s chest and nipples on his way before making his way to his hardening cock. He brought his tongue out again, licking over his shaft. Vante joined him and they both licked him all over his cock and balls until he was fully hard again. It was hard to stay still under the onslaught. He was still sensitive from his first ejaculation. He couldn’t take his eyes off the two of them. It felt so fucking good he could hardly stand it.

“Fuck, you guys…” Namjoon said. Vante pulled back with a chuckle.

“He’s ready.” Jimin agreed and grabbed a bottle of lubricant. He rubbed some over Namjoon’s hard cock and then straddled him, holding it in place as he sank down onto it. Namjoon couldn’t help but to moan. It was such a sight! He slid in easily but Jimin still felt deliciously tight.

“Ah! You feel so good, Joonie!” Jimin said, as he started to move, fucking himself on Namjoon’s cock.

“Faster,” Vante said, and Jimin obliged, bouncing on him. Namjoon put his hands on Jimin’s hips to try to help keep him steady. He watched his dick disappear over and over into Jimin’s tight ass. Jimin’s face looked like he was in heaven as his own cock bounced up and down with him.

Before either of them could finish, Vante’s hands wrapped around Jimin from behind and pressed up against him, slowing his movements. He turned his head and they kissed deeply, Jimin’s chest heaving. Then Vante pushed Jimin down gently towards Namjoon and they kissed as well. Namjoon wanted to start thrusting, being still while inside Jimin was a kind of torture, but before he could, he felt something pressing up against his cock. Jimin gasped against his lips but didn’t seem altogether surprised. It took Namjoon a moment to realize it was a finger, and then two. Vante was stretching Jimin further. Namjoon’s heart was racing as he felt another cock rub against his own as it entered Jimin’s tight hole. Vanted held Jimin, arms around him again, and ever so slowly moved in him. Jimin’s hands clenched on Namjoon’s shoulder, his mouth agape.

Vante whispered in his ear. “I knew you could do it, baby. Look how good you are, taking both our cocks.” Jimin whimpered but didn’t move. Namjoon didn’t dare move now. Vante was in charge. “I’m so proud of you. Here’s your prize.” Vante sucked on Jimin’s earlobe while one of his hands removed Jimin’s cockring. Jimin let out a relieved breath and then Vante started thrusting into him, slowly at first, and then faster. For Namjoon, it was the strangest sensation to have Vante’s slick dick rub against his own in such a tight place. It was all he could do to hang on and be still. Jimin cried out, gripping Namjoon’s shoulder tighter. Vante stroked Jimin’s cock as he pumped into him until he came all over Namjoon’s stomach, clenching around them. Vante was next to finish. Namjoon could feel the extra slickness inside. Vante pulled out carefully but stayed holding Jimin. “A little more. Help him finish,” Vante told him. Jimin moved more slowly now, looking spent, as Namjoon thrust a few more times and came as well.

“Oh my god...oh my god…” was all Namjoon could say as Jimin climbed off of him and collapsed onto his back on the bed. Jimin immediately started giggling. He pointed at Vante.

“I didn’t know you were going to do that!” he said. Vante grinned at him.

“You liked it, though.”

“Hm,” was all Jimin said back, but he was smiling like it was true. Vante went and got damp warm towels for them each to clean themselves off with.

“Is this like, something you two do regularly?” Namjoon asked as he wiped himself off. He still couldn’t quite believe all that had happened.

“No,” Jimin said. “We don’t get the chance. But we can if you want.” He gave Namjoon a little wink. Vante grinned to himself.

“I don’t know if I can keep up,” said Namjoon.

“You did great.” Jimin rolled over to him and gave him a kiss. Then he stayed, laying his head on Namjoon’s shoulder. He whined. “I’m too tired to shower!”

“My head is swimming,” Namjoon said, an arm around Jimin. Vante pulled the blankets down and helped them all get under them.

“Later,” Vante said as he got in bed beside Jimin.

“I’m going to be sore tomorrow because of you,” Jimin said in a sleepy voice.

“I’ll take care of you,” Vante promised. That seemed to satisfy him as he hummed happily against Namjoon’s chest. Vante’s arms went around Jimin from behind and they all closed their eyes.

They did shower together in the morning and Jimin got an appreciatory blowjob from Vante while they did. After, they had breakfast with plenty of aspirin and water. Then the time came for Namjoon to leave. He paused at the door, dressed and ready, unsure about what he should say.

“...Can I see you again?” he asked Jimin, who was dressed in one of the hotel’s fluffy robes. Jimin smiled at him and nodded and reached up and gave him a kiss.

From off to the side Vante said, “Have you ever been to L.A.?” Namjoon had not, but he thought he might enjoy a visit.

[papadannie]

*post this with anxiety*

Little and Broke [Part 1?]

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Preschool is a nightmare.

There's no truer statement than that. Having a place full of toddlers who barely just learned to walk, around more toddlers who barely just learned to walk is a fucking nightmare.

Especially if you have twins.

Such is the case for poor Jung Hoseok.

He knew that he had to start the twins in preschool himself. He didn't have anyone else to rely on with them. He had himself, his mother, and occasionally his sister. When those two were busy, Hoseok was alone with two reminders that the woman he loved is gone.

Don't get him wrong. He loves them. Every fiber in his being is absolutely in love with the way Jimin smiles or the way Tae lights up with Hoseok opens a picture book. Always saying 'Daddy, that's pretty!' or 'Daddy, can I draw like that?' Granted, it's in broken, baby babble and barely understandable. Or the way Jimin tries to follow Hoseok's dancing when he's practicing a new routine for his class. The way he trips over his feet or gets his little chubby legs tangled. He always giggles it off and tries again.

Hoseok loves his kids. But.. It's stressful. All alone.

He feels her presence a lot. Like she has her hand on his shoulder telling him it's okay, that she's here. But when he turns around, that is when reality sets in.

The funeral was something he hadn't prepared himself for. He cried. So much that his suit was stained with tears and his sons were comforting him instead of the other way around. He assumed that they didn't understand. They were only 2 when she passed. Barely walking, definitely not talking. They just knew that daddy was sad, and when daddy is sad, we give him big hugs and kisses just like mommy does.

After a year, he took off his ring. People kept telling him it was time. It was time to look for someone who could help. Someone that could love him again. But he never looked. Still hasn't. But he knows the ring isn't there right now. When he's fidgeting because it's the first day of the boy's preschool. When he's watching them color in front of him waiting for her voice to say 'Well, get them in there! They need to make friends, Hobi~' That comforts him.

"Alright boys, let's go. Don't want to be late." He felt himself brighten up out of habit. He always smiled around the boys. Never really crying or showing he's upset unless he's at his breaking point.

Gathering the twins up is a challenge in itself. Jimin is a mini Hoseok. Bouncing when putting on his shoes, when Hoseok tries to push the sweater over his head. He always puts his head into an arm sleeve because of the bouncing, but giggles and situates himself before putting on that million watt smile that matches his father. Hiding his gorgeous brown eyes. An imperfect perfection from his chubby cheeks. Whenever he laughs, giggles or smiles his eyes disappear into the cheeks. You will always know when Jimin is truly happy if you can't see his eyes.

Taehyung on the other hand is quiet like his mother. Hoseok silently resented Tae when he first started to show he was like her. His shiny brown hair, different from Jimin and Hoseok's black. His wide, brown eyes always curiously looking at things. Like music videos that Hoseok puts on the tv to try and copy the moves from to integrate into his routines. He has a beautiful, boxy smile that resembles his father and his mother. Hoseok with his heart smile and his mother with her gummy smile. Hoseok has never heard him full on laugh like Jimin, just little giggles that make his heart soar.

"Chimmy, where's your bag?" Hoseok grumbled while putting the straps over Tae's shoulders. Tae let him while he played with a sewed on patch on Hoseok's leather jacket. "Chim!"

"Right here daddy!" Jimin ran, well, waddle ran to him.

Hoseok couldn't help the smile that came to his face when Jimin bumped into his side and went into a giggle fit. Tae let out a soft giggle, which just added to Hoseok's warming heart. Maybe this won't be so bad. Seeing them make friends, seeing them laugh and smile with new people. He felt the warmth on his shoulder again, almost tearing up right there on the spot. Maybe he should call his sister. His mom, someone. So he doesn't have to do this alone.

One other person came to his mind.

Jin. He could call Jin.

Jin was married to his late wife's sister. They became friends at his wedding when him and his wife started dating. They got along pretty well, always saying they were lucky to have the two sisters. But after she passed, her sister wasn't far behind with a suicide due to grief. They had their first born, Yoongi, before she broke down and threw herself into a particularly rocky river. An apparently bloody scene. Hoseok was still in his depression at that time.

He didn't even spend much time with his own boys, much less worrying about how Jin was doing. But he was guessing it was just as bad as he was. Wailing his heart out until his voice went hoarse. Crying until dehydration. Not eating for days. Thank god for Hoseok's sister, bringing and physically forcing food down his throat. He was worried about Jin.

Last he knew, Jin had moved from the home that the couple shared. Moving into a more studio-like apartment. He never really talked to him after his wife's funeral. He had Yoongi. A handsome baby boy clinging to his father with tears in his eyes while Jin explained why mommy wasn't there. He remembers the boy's wobbling bottom lip and his small nods of understanding. But his small fist never unclenched the back of his dad's tux jacket.

Unlike Hoseok, Jin was composed and calm in front of everyone. He cried when he gave his last goodbyes, when he touched the coffin while giving it a kiss with Yoongi and then at her parent's house when Yoongi screamed so loud it popped Hoseok's ear drums - making a loud ringing in his ears for what felt like hours. He remembers seeing Jin run so fast to the boy, asking frantically what happened. But when he just said he wanted his mom, Hoseok couldn't even hold his own tears. Jin broke down then, it was the first time Hoseok had seen it.

His face turned red, tears flowing like waterfalls as he tried to comfort his son. Taking him outside into the crisp Autumn air to let himself and Yoongi breathe. He remembers them coming back, Yoongi blissfully asleep against Jin's shoulder and Jin holding him like if he let go, the boy would be gone too. But they parted ways. Two lost souls who lost the two women they cared about most in this life.

"Are we gonna see uncle Joon?" Jimin smiled big when they exited the car, bouncing on the sidewalk while Hoseok helped Tae out of his booster seat.

Namjoon had been Hoseok's roommate in College. A close friend and someone who helped take care of the boys after their mother's death and when Hoseok was in a dark place.

He loved the moon, nature and the ocean. Even once had a hermit crab as a pet in their small apartment. They named him J-Mon, standing for J-Hope which had been Hoseok's stage name and RM which was the handle that Namjoon posted music under.

He and Namjoon grew close, very close before Hoseok met his wife. Like people say, experiment in College. Party, drink and have fun. Namjoon was gay, very gay. He didn't hide it, he had no reason to. He grew up with a family who supported his loved of the ocean, supported him when he went into marine biology but never knew about how Namjoon turned into RM at night during club or party hours.

Hoseok knew, of course. He had found his mixtape under a pile of music that Namjoon had collected over the years. From American pop to J-pop, Namjoon had it all. If you said that the man hated music and wanted nothing to do with it, Hoseok had proof that, that wasn't true at all.

When he found the mixtape, he popped it in to practice to different songs. He had no idea RM had been his roommate until he heard the raspy, deep, breathy voice that told him good morning hours before. Until he listened to RM rap and sing about his life, about how the ocean is blue and sky is purple at night, how depressed he had gotten when someone did something to him.

'What are you listening to?' He remembered Namjoon's surprised face when he heard his own voice coming from their sound system and Hoseok's tears running down his face. It seemed like he had listened to every word RM had rapped. Every syllable, every hardship. Their friendship was slightly strained with Namjoon telling him he interrupted his privacy until one night they sat down and talked.

They talked about Hoseok's hardships with his pansexuality, about Namjoon's when he came out to his parents as gay. About how Hoseok wanted to dance but was forced into this medical school by his parents, how Namjoon wanted to make music but loved the ocean too much to abandon it.

They also kissed that night. Passionately. Neither pulled away, they easily fell into Namjoon's blankets and only came up for air after, what felt like hours. 'You have really soft lips, Hobi..' Hoseok laughed at him then, only pulling him down after they had caught their breaths.

For a few years, him and Namjoon had a sort of friend's with benefits relationship. One without labels. Neither wanted to hurt the other, both didn't want to date until they were out of college and could actually focus on their significant other. Until Namjoon met Jackson, a music major who fell in love with RM.

Hoseok was jealous at first, hating Jackson. The guy was cocky around Namjoon, talking about music and whining about how Namjoon never called or texted him back. It was later revealed that Namjoon had a small crush on the musician, telling Hoseok about it and that he thought he was falling in love with him. Hoseok thought it was going to break his heart when he saw Namjoon holding hands with Jackson, or seeing them at their civil union ceremony. But it didn't.

He did start hating Jackson again after the pair had adopted a cute newborn that Namjoon had decided to name Jungkook and Jackson fled. Leaving a poor, innocent infant in the arms of a fragile and cracking man. Of course, this sent Namjoon into a self-hate spiral. One that no one could get him out of. He didn't let anyone near Jungkook for his first year of life out of fear that he would get attached then they would leave.

Even Hoseok wasn't allowed to see Jungkook, only hear his little noises and giggles over the phone when he called to make sure Namjoon hadn't done anything too drastic.

'Hobi, why did he go? Did he hate Kookie? Did.. Did he fall out of love with me?'

"Maybe, Uncle Joon brings little Kookie here for his preschool too." Hoseok finally answered, fixing Jimin's little jean jacket before turning towards Tae to brush down his bedhead from sleeping in the car.

You see, Yoongi was the oldest of the four at the age of 6. Jimin and Tae behind him by two years at the ages of 4 and Jungkook behind them at the age of 3. Yoongi had moved onto kindergarten while this would be Jimin and Tae's last year in preschool. He hated that it was only 2 years ago, on the dot, that his wife had nagged him to get the boys into school to make friends and socialize.

So much can happen in 2 years. 

[sugar-petals]

Sub!RM Analysis: The Case of Jessi

On request by anon. As always... With body language! ❤️

Previous analyses: Sub!BTS ◆ Sub!JK ◆ Sub!Yoongi (pt.2, pt.3) ◆ Sub!Tae/Hobi/Joon

One thing’s for sure: Namjoon gets active being courteous with assertive ladies. He becomes super focused, gets excited easily (read: horny), makes tremendous efforts, is flirtatious, shy, cute. I reckon no other member in Bangtan can be as suave as RM. Not even Jimin. Who’s the Prince of Charm as we know. But it’s all a bit chaotic, extroverted, and depends on the mood. Namjoon is so deliberate being consistently smooth, the understated way. And herein lies his strong point: He knows the method of how to always put her first. 

Now our interest here is how that goes together with his submissive side. A perfect exhibit of how Namjoon gravitates toward dominant women, gets along well, and is being suave, where do we find something like that. I think we can actually get quite a lot out of the first mins of Hello Counselor, May 2015. In which Namjoon was conveniently seated next to the domme in charge: Jessi. We all know what she prefers:

Jessi’s dominant through and through: public image, behind the scenes — even if she can be gentle, on stage. It’s true that she amps it up there, don’t get me wrong. But she is known for a very direct approach in person wherever she goes, and has always hinted at being similar sexually speaking in her songs, from Noona Kinks to leashes:

She’s a good, close to foolproof example if we want to look at dommes. RM, believe it or not, met her, they interacted a lot, and something surprising happened. 

1:42 It’s already the first scene and he’s at it. Jessi, being her dominant self, is confronting the MC quite confidently. And what does RM do? He shifts his body closer to her. He didn’t look like he noticed. I did. Caught you, Joon.

2:07 Now that Jessi is at full throttle taking over the show as always, Joon gets coy. He looks down and fiddles with his cuff. Boy’s nervous. Look at that smol bean.

2:14 Unlike Taehyung, Joon looks at her performance smiling and stares. He nods his head along to the rap but then tries to avoid looking at her? No, His eyes go up to the left, upwards. That means accessing memory, emotion, and thinking. He’s analyzing what she says, too. Note his entire body’s moving to the rhythm while most of the other cast members sit still. That guy is feeling it and tries to figure her out at the same time. 

2:38 More nervousness. This time: touching the calves. He often caresses himself to be calmer. His rap intonation is strangely sharp there, obviously, he’s trying to impress but not overshadow her because he keeps it brief. Jessi, of course, is super happy and claps, flips her hair to the side. Acknowledgement!

3:34 More peacocking. Namjoon clumsily dances backwards right into her zone but his face says smug. That was no coincidence. He looks back at her twice. She imitates the moves. He’s satisfied with the results and looks at Tae like good job! Now Jessi is a bit nervous and fiddles at her tank top. She always pushes her hair back to flirt, exposing the neck (pheromones, showing an erogenous area to kiss, you know how it goes), and guess on which side? Namjoon’s. 

4:08 They’re back to the start: Namjoon messing with his own shirt. A minute later, it’s his plushie pillow. Do you see how they went back and forth? That’s mirroring — aka they like each other. You’ll see it all over, especially when both clasp their hands the same way. It’s good chemistry, a good dynamic.

6:04 A classic tough-minded joke by Jessi. Nobody looks at her laughing except Namjoon who is genuinely giggling with her turning his head. But downwards, looking at her from below. Subservience! As he does that, her front foot shifts towards him! Then, they lean their bodies to the exact same side. 

9:01 Again, their bodies sync to align. Joon is busy stroking his calf again. Then laughs his ass off to ease the awkward tension when Jessi gets a negative spotlight and super pissed since she fits the rapper stereotype that the mom criticizes. He also sends sceptical, uneasy gazes and a crooked smile to the mom. You can tell by the expression, “oh dear, what does she say to Jessi next...”

9:45 They almost touch! By him pointing at Jessi’s knees during the torn jeans joke. And he uses both hands for that, not just one, wtf! Even a flat palm just hovering there lmao. Physical Freudian slip, that guy is dying to touch her but won’t since he catches himself (good boy). Jessi, however, is leaning back either way, it’s unclear whether he dodges or not since she faces the other way in the first place. She is rather uncomfortable at more negative focus on her created by the hosts, so Namjoon again tried to ease the situation. 

Meanwhile, they have completely synchronized their positions — Jessi crossed her legs, Namjoon clasped his hands, both got themselves a pillow to hold on their lap: 

Notice again how she keeps her hair to the other side so he can see her face/expression.

12:38 Perfect simultaneous head turn! 

13:16 While Jessi has a mad as fuck glare toward the rude daughter, Namjoon is busy pulling his lip down with his pinky and thumb? What! Like hello madam, don’t mind the drama, how about kisses instead (remember her neck display earlier. it fits). Again, he tries to distract from Jessi getting into trouble. It’s really a consistent topic how he accommodates.

When she is very straightforward, RM says appeasing things. It’s striking that he doesn’t get aggressive, offended, contemptuous, or tries to resist like most men Jessi rightfully calls out but works his way around being diplomatic. Even if he is not part of the conflict, he still backs her up, and that says something about how selfless his affection is apart from wanting to seize her attention.

I think their dominant vs submissive inclinations sort of polarize but right when it gets interesting, they sort of disperse because other people get the screen time. For the rest of the broadcast I just noticed they return to sync pretty often, Jessi looks at him quite intently, and keeps her hair from falling to his side at all times :’) 

So this is what we got. Take a look yourself. I think his behaviour is quite notable: wanting her close, always endorse, impressing her, being pretty nervous because something’s at stake. He’s definitely the kind of sub who will show his fondness quite readily (à la Taehyung or Jimin) instead of going into his shell waiting for initiative. I observed Jungkook and Yoongi doing this many times which is simply their unique manner of doing it. It takes another type of domme for that. Namjoon will be demonstrative and supportive right away on the other hand. And that’s a good closing note describing his way of submission, he has a lot of what I think the modern devoted gentleman can offer a domme.

[thewahookid]

Dear Brothers and Sisters, All of You Who Have Accepted into Your Heart the Flame of Love of the Blessed Virgin!

Dear Brothers and Sisters, All of You Who Have Accepted into Your Heart the Flame of Love of the Blessed Virgin! As you well know, around this time we always pick a short section of the Spiritual Diary which will serve as a motto for the members of the Movement for the entire year. With the help of the spiritual assistants and coordinators, we have done so again this year. We chose one of the promises of the Blessed Mother, which can fill us with hope during these difficult times: ”I, the Beautiful Ray of Dawn, will blind Satan!” ( May 19, 1963) I ask you to accept with open hearts my thoughts concerning the motto for 2021. YEAR OF THE LORD’S MERCY New Year’s letter to the members of the Flame of Love Movement 1. Intersection of human and divine time We often hear that modern man is a prisoner of time. Time determines our entire existence: our waking, our daily life rhythm, our feasts, the passage of the years. Geologists reckon in terms of billions of years, Olympic runners measure even thousandths of seconds. We have divided the universe and our existence within it into incalculably long or unimaginably short sections. In Greek, the word ”chronos” designates man’s determined time in the past, the present and the future. But we cannot confine God into our time’s limitations. ” ...with the Lord one day is like a thousand years and a thousand years like one day” (2Pet 3:8). That is why, in the New Testament Greek, there is another word for the concept of time: ”chairos”. Chairos indicates mostly the point at which passing human time meets divine time. Chairos is that moment when the Lord gives man the possibility to decide and act. Jesus uses the word ”chairos” when He begins His public ministry: ”This is the time of fulfillment” (Mk 1:15) This is the word by which St. Paul exhorts believers to recognize the signs of the times: ”Time presses. Now is the hour to wake from sleep.” (Rm 13:11) When we celebrate the birth of Jesus year after year, do we recognize that in the stable of Bethlehem the ”chronos” and ”chairos”, human time and the time of divine mercy, met each other? Do we recognize when ”the fullness of time” of God’s mercy comes at different stages of our individual lives? Let us just think back over the year behind us. Did we live it as a calamity, or did we see it as a gift, a time that helped us to quiet down, slowed down our headlong rushing, helped us to reevaluate our lives so that we could renew our relationship with the Lord? It is my conviction that, in the events of the past months, it was not the punishing, but the merciful God Who showed Himself Who, as it were, held the STOP sign before humanity to make it turn away from its erring ways. He did not proclaim punishment, did not doom the world to destruction similar to the Flood, but merely stopped us: ”Why are you in such a hurry? What is it that is more important to you than I am?” (cf. Flame of Love Spiritual Diary, September 15, 1962) He acted like the father who firmly hugs his child to himself, as that child races towards the abyss. While his arms do limit the child in its movements, his embrace is also an expression of his protective love. This embrace is calming, this embrace forces us to think, this embrace leads us to recognize: we are moving in the wrong direction, we have to do something differently. Sixty years ago, a similar realization also led Mrs. Erzsébet to write the first lines of the Spiritual Diary: ”The road on which God leads us never comes to an end, it’s only that we turn away from it. I turned away.” When the Pharisees ask Jesus for a sign, to justify Himself, He answers: ”In the evening you say, ’Tomorrow will be fair, for the sky is red’; and in the morning, ’Today will be stormy, for the sky is red and threatening.’ You know how to judge the appearance of the sky, but you cannot judge the signs of the times” (Mt 16:2-3) In our days, we know the the signs of nature much better than the people of Israel did, but if we do not see divine intervention in the epidemic, Jesus would still ask the same thing today that He asked two thousand years ago: Can’t you recognize the signs of the times? At the same time, it is worthwhile comparing with this Gospel section that scene when the Lord ceremoniously enters Jerusalem and – again using the word chairos – weeps over the city, because it did not recognize the time of its visitation (cf Lk 19:44) The term visitation here carries with it the emotional content that, linked to the signs of the times expression, acquires a positive meaning. I believe that it is worth interpreting the present pandemic mostly in this connection. For if we see behind it the punishing God Who smites humanity, then we have not recognized the time of His grace-filled visitation. We have become captives of chronos, human time, and thus are unable to step into chairos. 2. The Virgin Mary, Mediator of the time of grace In the Old Testament, it is mostly the prophets who transmit God’s will to the people. They call for repentance, conversion, prophesy about judgement, but it is also through them that the Lord announces the time of mercy: ”Speak tenderly to Jerusalem, and proclaim to her that her sevice is at an end, her guilt is expiated” (Is 40:2) It was in this same sense that Isaiah made the prophetic mission he received from God known to Israel: ”The spirit of the Lord God is upon me, because the Lord has anointed me, ... to announce a year of favor from the Lord” (Is 61: 1-2) Although the prophetic charisma continues to be present in the Church – we notice that the Blessed Virgin, whom the Litany of Loreto calls Queen of Prophets, has in a certain sense taken over the mission of the Old Testament prophets. This is not surprising, since Mary did not transmit one or another message of God, but His eternal Word. When the Archangel Gabriel addressed her as full of grace, and the Child was conceived in her womb, she must have become aware that the time of God’s grace was becoming manifest before humanity with a power never seen before. This awareness prompted her to say the most meaningful ”yes” in the history of the world: ”Behold, I am the handmaid of the Lord. May it be done to me according to your word” (Lk 1:38) Sitting at the right hand of her Divine Son, the original meaning of the word ”prophet” – ”to speak in place of someone” – was consummated, because she is present in the Church no longer as a messenger, but as mediator of grace. In addition to the fact that she calls us to repentance and conversion at numerous points in the world, she does even more than this in the Flame of Love. She announces to us the time of overflowing mercy, the chairos: ”Through my Flame of Love, which I now pour out on the world, you will live a never before known era of grace” (Flame of Love Spiritual Diary, July 26, 1963). Innumerable cases were documented over the past thousand years when the Blessed Virgin established contact with humanity in some form. But it provides food for thought that of all of them, she herself emphasizes the messages of the Flame of Love, when she says: ”Since the Word became Flesh, I have never given such a great movement as the Flame of Love that comes to you now” (August 1st, 1962) 3. Are we living in the end times? The Flame of Love Spiritual Diary does not scare us with regards to the end times, it does not threaten humanity with irreversible destruction. Although it does speak of warning signs, the nature and time of which we do not know, but afterwards the picture of a renewed future, filled with hope, is shown to us, on the basis of the words of Jesus: ”The world, darkened by the lack of faith in the soul of humanity, will go through a great shock. Afterwards, they will believe, and this shock will create a new world through the meaning of the power of faith. Through the Flame of Love of the Blessed Virgin, the trust springing from faith will take root in souls, and the face of the earth will be renewed” (March 24, 1963) We cannot know whether the mentioned ”shock” means the present pandemic, but we cannot ignore the Apostle Paul’s perception that ”where sin increased, grace overflowed all the more” (Rm 5:20). Precisley the enormity of sin, as well as the pandemic, should awaken in us the hope that ”chronos” and ”chairos”, human time and the time of divine mercy will once again be woven together through the Virgin Mary, Queen of Prophets! Jesus gave the Apostles their mission with these words: ”As you go, make this proclamation: ’The kingdom of heaven is at hand.’” (Mt 10:7) And the Blessed Virgin calls us to proclaim: ”The time is near when my Flame of Love will start to burn, and ... this will give you all great strength. Everyone whom it reaches will feel this strength” (August 1, 1962) This strength will raise us up from hopelessness, doubts, fear, all of which the evil one plants into human hearts. Let us then proclaim the Blessed Mother’s promise to the despairing: ”I, the Beautiful Ray of Dawn, will blind Satan!” (May 19, 1963) May this be the motto of the Flame of love Movement in 2021! Let us mark the Spiritual Diary with these words, let us print this sentence on the posters of our programs, let us meditate on this at our meetings, and let us write this into our own souls with flaming letters, to receive encouragement through it. For ”the night is advanced, the day is at hand” (Rm 13:12) Dear brothers and sisters, with these thoughts I wish that 2021 may be the year of physical and spiritual healing, liberation and the year of the Lord for all of us. I believe that the Blessed Virgin, who introduced herself to us as ”the Beautiful Ray of Dawn”, will finally blind and make powerless the evil one, and thereby a more beautiful, more hope-filled dawn will break on humanity. That is why I ask her, together with you, with a heart full of trust: Mary, our Mother, in this era of time in which we live, which is filled with worries, in a world which has changed so much, we ask you to bless every member of our Movement, in particular those who are suffering the most from the results of the pandemic. Wipe away the tears caused by pain, stand beside the lonely sick people, help those working in the health care field, that they might be witnesses to the love of your Son. Give us strength through the Flame of your Love, that we too might be instruments of God’s healing mercy among our sick fellowmen. Give us brave hearts, which do not shrink from danger, but are capable of recognizing it, of loving and of helping every needy person during these difficult days! May you act in us at every moment. May the flame of you motherly love end the darkness which the enemy of souls feeds in hearts. Finally, permit us, asking for your intercession, to call you by the name you called yourself: Virgin Mary, the Beautiful Ray of Dawn, spread the effect of grace of your Flame of Love over all humanity!

 Győző Kindelmann International Coordinator Budapest, January 1, 2021

[seekfirstme]

The following reflection is courtesy of Don Schwager © 2020. Don's website is located at Dailyscripture.net

Meditation: What can nature teach us about the return of the Lord Jesus on the day of final judgment at the end of the world? Jesus quoted a familiar proverb to his audience: Where the body is, there the eagles (or vultures) will be gathered together (Luke 17:37). Eagles, like vultures, are attracted to carrion - the carcass of dying or dead animals. The Book of Job describes the eagle spying out its prey from afar (Job 39:29). The eagles swoop to catch their prey when the conditions are right, especially if the prey is exposed and vulnerable to a surprise attack. Severely weakened or dying prey have no chance of warding off forces that can destroy and kill.

Sign of the gathering eagles and vultures

What's the point of this analogy? When the day of God's final judgment and vindication comes, the scene and location will be obvious to all. Those who have rejected God and refused to believe in his Son the Lord Jesus Christ will perish on the day of judgment - just like the beasts of prey who are cut off from the land of the living. The Lord Jesus will vindicate those who have believed in him and he will reward them with everlasting joy and happiness in his kingdom. The return of the Lord Jesus at the close of this present age is certain, but the time is unknown. The Day of the Lord's judgment and final verdict will come swiftly and unexpectedly. Jesus warns his listeners to not be caught off guard when that day arrives. It will surely come in God's good time!

Those who accept Jesus Christ as Lord will enter his everlasting kingdom

What does Jesus mean when he says that one person will be taken and another left? God judges everyone individually on how each person has responded to his gracious mercy and invitation to accept his Son as Lord and Ruler over all. The Lord Jesus gives us personal freedom to accept or reject him as Lord and Savior. We are free to live as citizens of his kingdom or to choose for the kingdom of darkness that stands in opposition to God and his rule. No one can pass off their personal responsibility to someone else - no matter how close the ties may be in this present life. We will each have to give an account to the Judge of All for how we have accepted or rejected him as our lord and savior.

The good news is that the Lord Jesus freely offers each one of us the grace, strength, and help we need to turn to him to receive pardon for our sins and healing for our minds and hearts so we can embrace his good will for our lives and find the way to our heavenly Father's home. The Lord Jesus gives us his Holy Spirit to lead and guide us in his wisdom, truth, and love. The Holy Spirit helps us to turn away from sin and rebellion and to embrace God's way of love, righteousness (moral goodness), and holiness.

The Lord's warning of judgment is motivated by his love for each one of us. He does not desire the death of any one (Ezekiel 18:23 and 33:11). He bids us to choose for life rather than death - for goodness and righteousness rather than sin and evil (Deuteronomy 30:19). The Lord's 'Day of Judgment' will bring terror and disaster for those who have not heeded his warning or who have refused his gracious help. The Day of the Lord's Return will be a cause for great joy and vindication for those who have put their trust in the Lord Jesus.

The choices we make now - for or against Christ - will either lead us on the path of life or death - heaven or hell

God's Day of Judgment is a cause for great joy and reward for those who have waited with patient hope and longing for the Lord Jesus to return again in glory and power. The people in Noah's time ignored the Lord's warning of judgment because their hearts were hardened and they were rebellious towards God. When the great flood swept over the earth, they missed the boat, literally! Whose boat or safety net are you staking your life on - the world's life-raft to short-lived success and happiness or to the indestructible Ark of God whose foundation is Jesus Christ and his victorious cross? Those whose hope is firmly anchored in heaven will not be disappointed when the day of final judgment comes. They rejoice even now that their names are written in heaven (Luke 10:20) and they look with eager longing for the day when they will see the Lord face to face (Revelation 22:4). Is your hope firmly placed in the Lord Jesus and his return in glory?

"Lord Jesus Christ, I place all my hope in you because you have redeemed the world by your death on the cross and by your victory over the grave. Help me to never lose sight of the goal of heaven that I may live each day in joyful anticipation of your return in glory."

The following reflection is from One Bread, One Body courtesy of Presentation Ministries © 2020.

THE WRONG SIDE OF THE BED

“Whoever tries to preserve his life will lose it; whoever loses it will keep it.” —Luke 17:33

At the very end of the world, two people will be “in one bed; one will be taken and the other left” (Lk 17:34). Two women will be working together; “one will be taken and the other left” (Lk 17:35). What determines whether a person is taken to meet Jesus or left for destruction?

Jesus answered: “Wherever the carcass is, there will the vultures gather” (Lk 17:37). A carcass is a dead body. Thus Jesus is saying that, where there is death, there the vultures of the end-time destruction will gather. He is referring to the spiritual death due to sin (see Rm 6:23). So those repentant of their sins will fly away, and those left behind are earthbound because of the weight of their unrepented sins.

To escape the end times, we must be living bodies, not dead carcasses. We should be pro-life in the fullest sense of the word. We must not only be against abortion but against sins of violence, hatred, racism, unforgiveness, injustice, and pornography. The death at the world’s end will only destroy those already among the living dead (1 Jn 3:14). At the world’s end, the spiritually dead will be destroyed physically, and the spiritually alive will meet Jesus (1 Thes 4:17).

Prayer:  Father, “subject us not to the trial but deliver us from the evil one” (Mt 6:13).

Promise:  “Anyone who is so ‘progressive’ that he does not remain rooted in the teaching of Christ does not possess God, while anyone who remains rooted in the teaching possesses both the Father and the Son.” —2 Jn 9

Praise:  Mother Cabrini has become a symbol of care for the immigrant. Born in Italy, she came to the United States in 1889. She helped educate and catechize countless Italian Americans. She was the first U.S. citizen to be canonized.

Reference:  

Rescript:  "In accord with the Code of Canon Law, I hereby grant the Nihil Obstat for One Bread, One Body covering the period from October 1, 2020 through November 30, 2020. Most Reverend Joseph R. Binzer, Auxiliary Bishop, Vicar General, Archdiocese of Cincinnati, Cincinnati, Ohio February 25, 2020"

The Nihil Obstat ("Permission to Publish") is a declaration that a book or pamphlet is considered to be free of doctrinal or moral error. It is not implied that those who have granted the Nihil Obstat agree with the contents, opinions, or statements

[armynoonas]

RM: Right People, Wrong Place - Behind the Scenes #1

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[lokislytherin]

burn the stage pt.1 // circus!bts

pairings: jeon jeongguk x park jimin, min yoongi x jung hoseok, kim namjoon x kim seokjin

summary: the infamous cirque du blindé arrives in town.  but one night, everything goes horribly, wrong… and it’s up to rookie reporter and photographer jeon jeongguk to find out why.

word count: 1902 + 

a/n: well hello there! i came up with this whole idea because i thought jimin would make a very pretty trapeze artist.  that’s basically it.  there are various references to different things in this, but i’m not gonna point them out and i’ll see who’s smart enough to spot them.

also, happy birthday jeongguk! 

enjoy!

part 1 / 2 / 3 (to be added)

FRIDAY, NIGHT

la cirque du blindé arrives during the night, like it always does.

soundlessly, it creeps into the city of busan in its darkest hours, bringing with it shadows of caravans, dimly lit by rattling lanterns and flickering light bulbs.  if you look closely, you can see the silhouette of an elephant in its trailer, briefly illuminated by the faintest shine of moonlight.

nobody quite knows what happens then - they know the circus best during the day, a shining, shimmering, splendid phenomenon, with the sole purpose that is to entertain them.

they see the roaring lions leaping through blazing hoops of flame, led by their daring trainer j-hope who loves the lions as much as they love him; v, who silently entices children and adults alike with the way he seemingly weaves magic with his fingers, tricking the audience into seeing what he wants them to no matter how close they look.

(the closer you look, the less you see, he likes to say with an enigmatic smile that drives the ladies absolutely wild.)

they see rm, the ringmaster, whose hypnotic gaze and charismatic smile never fails to amaze and astound as he guesses the audience's thoughts with ease; the dashing escape artist jin, who seems to cheat death at every turn, who is as skilled at his craft as he is good looking.

(and mind you, he is very good looking.  he's a fan favorite, clearly not without reason.)

last but most definitely not least, they see jimin.

they see jimin, the trapeze artist in his sparkling tuxedo, the solo star attraction of la cirque du blindé.  jimin, with his hands white with chalk, with corded muscles under a slim build.  jimin, who soars above the crowd, a picture of elegance and agility, a balance of strength and beauty.

sights like this is exactly why jeon jeongguk loves the circus - he loves the way the colors flutter in the breeze, as if they are shouting their presence to the world; the way the circus defies reality and brings all into a whole new world of wonder far away from the troubles of their daily lives.

like almost every child, he's had dreams of running away with the circus; enchanted by the low growl of the motorbike as the stuntman revs the motor in preparation for his tricks, amused as the circus monkey screeches in the unfortunate ringmaster's ear.

as the lead photographer of 'busan daily', it's jeongguk's job to capture the magic in action, wherever it is.  he could be at a sports tournament, or standing in the middle of the street, but he has the power to freeze special moments in time forever, to make something so mundane seem so powerful at the same time.  he's been sent to photograph various different things before - butterflies, taxis, singers on stage.

this time, he's in charge of capturing the mystique of the circus.  la cirque du blindé has only been to busan once before; it was at least twenty years ago, a few years before jeongguk was born.  briefly, he wonders why they're returning - perhaps it's the fact that the trapeze artist jimin was born in busan, as he's heard from one of his journalist colleagues.

jeongguk has just turned twenty-two, and is the youngest lead photographer that 'busan daily' has ever had, but strangely enough, he's excited for the circus.  his good friend min yoongi knows that all too well - as photographer and journalist respectfully, he and yoongi are covering the circus together.

yoongi's teasing criticisms aside, jeongguk is hyped for the circus, and he's determined to do well.  photography is his passion, but it's his job and source of money, too.

~~~

SATURDAY, AFTERNOON

jeongguk and yoongi stand in line for entry to la cirque du blindé, the latter holding a portable fan to his face for dear life as the sun mercilessly beats down on them both.

unfortunately for the duo, the shadow of the big top falls on the other side of the crowd, missing them completely.  jeongguk stares mournfully at the shade.  they stand out, and painfully so - two (very single) grown men awkwardly queuing up among a herd of parents, some of them with their children, others by themselves as their children explore the surroundings.

"jeongguk-ah," yoongi groans as beads of sweat roll down his face, "remind me again, why the hell are we here?" he wipes off some of the liquid with a tissue, but more takes its place.

jeongguk can feel his shirt clinging to his skin, the mere heat of the day frying his brain cells.  his hair is burning hot.

around them, little kids run around, childish glee painted on their young faces as they chase the balloon man and nag him for free balloons.  obviously, the balloon man can't let that happen - he needs to get paid.  but the children can dream, can't they?

"we're getting paid for this, hyung," jeongguk reminds yoongi with a small smile, "besides, it's gonna be great."

yoongi sniffs disapprovingly.  "yeah, we'll see about that later."

yoongi has never been a fan of people anyway.

"la cirque du blindé is open now! please enter through the front gates!" a voice booms out of the loudspeakers.  much to jeongguk's amusement, yoongi jumps a little as a clown on a tricycle honks loudly next to him and almost knocks him right over.

"you never saw that," the older man mutters grumpily, straightening his jacket.

jeongguk cackles.  "sure thing, yoongi-hyung."

yoongi scowls and sulks in silence as they trail in behind the crowd, finally walking into the shade of the circus house.  overhead, a large fan blasts cool air at them, and jeongguk sighs delightfully, closing his eyes in bliss.  it's far too hot outside.

they settle in at the front row - as media, they have advantages, which includes getting the best view of the circus (for free, which both young men are grateful for).  yoongi whips a pen and notepad out of his pocket, and jeongguk readies his camera.

"ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, please put your hands together for rm!"

the crowd squeals with glee as the ringmaster steps out onto the stage, all the lights focused on him, casting a tall shadow across the wooden floor.  his ringmaster's coat is red and black, complimenting his dark hair and dark eyes, sparkling faintly under the stage lights.  he carries a cane too, but jeongguk doubts he needs it - the man on the stage looks young and athletic, younger than yoongi but slightly older than jeongguk.

jeongguk takes in rm's remarkable stage presence; the stage is larger than many would be comfortable with, but the ringmaster stands like he owns the whole damn place, his stride confident.

there's a mischievous looking monkey perched on his shoulder, and jeongguk holds his camera a little tighter as he snaps a few quick shots of the ringmaster and his companion.  he's not entirely sure why, but the monkey seems to have quite a vested interest in his camera.

"hello everyone, and welcome to la cirque du blindé!"

the audience claps and whoops.  rm bows, coat fluttering.  

the monkey snatches the cane out of rm's hands and runs off with it, and the ringmaster has to chase after the furry devil in order to get it back.  he almost trips, causing a wave of laughter from the audience.  even yoongi cracks a smile.

"as you all know," continues rm, looking a little disgruntled as he nudges the monkey away from his hat, "i'm rm, the ringmaster, and i'll be your best friend today."

the creature by his side shrieks at him loudly.

"ignore the monkey, he has no manners and doesn't make friends easily.  i'm sure you all can see why." rm says with a playful shrug.

the cheeky creature yanks on rm's ears in response, hard.  jeongguk can't help but laugh at the pained expression on the ringmaster's face as he grabs the monkey by the torso and sets it on the floor before gently shooing it away with his foot.

"speaking of animals, let's welcome j-hope!"

rm steps back and disappears behind the curtains as flaming hoops rise out of the ground, loud roars echoing behind the flaps.

the crowd cheers as a pride of lions prowl out of the darkness.  they all wear darkly glimmering headgear, which matches the shimmering suit of the man at the head of them all.  jeongguk can only assume it's j-hope, the lion tamer.

shifting slightly to the side, jeongguk takes a picture of the scene.  it's a truly majestic sight - the lions look like they've accepted the man as their leader, and the lions look like they're j-hope's pride (pun fully intended).

the young man waves towards the audience, and the lions roar, circling around him almost protectively.  "hi everyone! i'm your hope, you're my hope, i'm j-hope!"

the crowd screams just as loudly as the lions roar.  true enough, j-hope's happiness and energy are infectious, as even yoongi smiles, a rare genuine smile.  jeongguk nudges the older man with a suggestive wiggle of his brows, knowing the journalist well enough to tell that he doesn't pay such close attention to somebody else often.  yoongi shoots him a threatening glare.

(their interaction is not missed by j-hope, who smiles and winks at yoongi, much to the journalist's embarrassment.)

the lion tamer picks up a large hoop, kneeling down in the center of the stage and holding the hoop above his head.  "who thinks this is going to work?"

the crowd screams their support, rooting for the young man and his pride of lions.  true enough, one of the lions leaps through the hoop, sharp claws narrowly missing j-hope's head.  jeongguk catches it in motion, but the angle isn't good.  he'll have to try again.

the hoops get progressively higher and higher, j-hope tossing chunks of meat at the lions when they perform the stunt correctly.  jeongguk watches yoongi scribble something into his notebook, but he can't read what it says; most journalists have developed their own special style of shorthand, and yoongi is no different.

soon, the flaming hoops are introduced.  this time, jeongguk has a good angle for the shot; he makes sure that the image is focused.  if he manages to get the timing right, this could very well be one of the best photos he's ever taken.

true enough, with j-hope's gentle coaxing, the biggest male manages to leap through without singing fur.

click!

jeongguk checks the picture, mentally clapping himself on the back.  true enough, he's got it - j-hope at the side, the lion front and center of the shot.  he's caught the lion mid-leap; half of him through the hoop, the other half behind.  he squints a little.  is it just him, or is there a dark figure at the back? he passes it off as one of the stagehands.

he squints a little.  is it just him, or is there a dark figure at the back of the photo? he passes it off as one of the stagehands.  it’s probably nothing special.

suddenly, everything seems deathly silent.

"jeongguk," a familiar voice tells him, "whatever you do, do not move."