#(THROWS JIN INTO THE SUN)

[bcdluckstumblcd]

i wanna talk about how BIG a threat and how horrifying he could've been like okay he lost his family in a villain attack. He could've lashed out at the villains in a "i'm going to become a vigilante and get revenge" type deal. He could've become a villain and lashed out at the heroes in terms of a selfish/angry/etc etc. Like he could've been a PROBLEM but he just kinda...tried his best...then he had another fuck up and STILL just kinda did bad stuff to make himself comfortable and live a comfy/okay life. Like this man could've chosen VIOLENCE and been everyone's problem (and i mean, he still was a problem) but he could've been so much WORSE.

[croc-odette]

“what makes you think letting go is so easy?”

“it’s not. in fact, i don’t know how to do it myself......... that’s why... i was hoping maybe you could go first.”

[moonstonediaz]

this whole raft business is about to just. kaput.

[joonsmagicshop]

Stress Relief Series Part 4- KSJ

 Summary: A couple weeks ago Taehyung asked a favor. For you to have sex with his bandmates to relieve some tension and stress. How can you say no to that

Paring: Jin/Reader

Rating: 18+/M

Word Count: 6k

Tags: Smut, fingering, eating out, fucking against a mirror, wrap it before you tap it people, spanking, dirty talk, Jin calls her princess.

Authors Note: You can not tell me Seokjin wouldn't love to fuck someone against a mirror so he could look at himself. I rest my case.

In case you missed it

Part 1 (intro)

Part 2

Part 3

Spring had finally decided to make an appearance four days after your steamy night with Jungkook and you were going to take full advantage of the beautiful weather.

Right as the clock struck noon you grabbed your bag and your light pink spring coat making your way out of your stuffy office and crossing the busy street to the park which had many beautiful trees that were just starting to bloom, bringing the promise of longer days and balmy temperatures.

You found yourself smiling as you spotted the perfect bench under a giant oak tree and you snagged it before anyone else could, setting out your lunch and deciding to people-watch instead of scrolling your phone like you usually did during your hour-long lunch.

The park was full of people, mostly kids playing around, some runners and bike riders, and of course, many couples holding hands and taking pictures as the sun beamed down on them.

You smiled at the happy couples feeling joy blooming in your chest.

You had been happy all week which was totally due to the sudden nice weather and definitely not because you had not stopped thinking of that night with Jungkook.

Nope, that wasn't it at all.

You were so lost in your thoughts of that night that you hardly noticed your phone vibrating on your lap.

You scooped it up last minute and saw someone was calling you

more specifically an unknown number was calling you

“Hello?” You answered settling into the bench and throwing your head back to let the rays of sun that were peaking through the branches hit your face.

“Hey Y/N right?” Came a suave male voice you sort of recognized.

“Yes, this is her.” You answer trying to match his suaveness.

“It's Kim Seokjin. How are you?”

You jolt your head up so fast the world spins for a moment.

You really thought you'd be used to this by now but you still felt your heart race in your chest at the prospect that he was reaching out to you.

Tae never said who would contact you when so it was always a surprise.

“I'm good just on my lunch break how about you?” You ask trying to seem as chill as possible.

“Good we are just on a break here and I figured I'd reach out.” He says voice dropping low which has your eyebrow quirking up and arousal flooding your veins.

“Hmm and what did you want to reach out about?” You almost purr which has him softly chuckling on the other line.

“Well as you are very aware we have a tour coming up and there are things I'd like to do before we leave, things that make me feel less stressed you know.” He teases which has your thighs clenching together.

You pushed your hair back from your face and smiled deviously.

“And what would those things be hmm?” You inquire biting at your lips.

“Well, so here's the thing.” He says, his voice no longer an octave lower, and has you sitting up in your seat.

“I have a reservation booked at Lalune tomorrow night and wanted to know if you wanted to go with me. I know one of the chefs and he told me to come anytime but we have our tour coming up so I want to go before I leave. What do you say?”

You are speechless

Lalune was known as one of the top-end restaurants and was rated the best restaurant for the past three years. It was in a fancier part of the city and you had walked by it before. You remembered seeing people sitting at small quaint tables lined with black tablecloths drinking and eating food that was probably half your rent. There was a massive fireplace and a giant chandelier with small crescent moons hanging from it. The place screamed money and you never thought you'd even be allowed to step foot in there.

“I...um? Are you sure?” You ask as you fiddle with your dress pants and top, mentally going through your entire closet to try to remember if you have anything fancy to wear.

“If I wasn't sure I wouldn't ask. Yes, I'm sure. It's always more fun to share a meal with other people. I tried to get Namjoon to come with me but he already has plans...some art thing.” Seokjin explains as you feel your heart hammer in your chest.

“Oh yeah, the new exhibit is supposed to be really cool, about light refraction in art.” You say as you gather your things and head back towards the office.

“Impressive. I'll have to let Namjoon know our girl knows her art.” Seokjin teases as you feel yourself blush.

Our girl

“Anyway please say yes. I'm going to be honest I'm not someone who can just... hook up with someone I don't know. I'd love to take you out to dinner and get to know you better. I don't want you to think I'm using this dinner to get in your pants at all! Like I said earlier it's always fun to eat with company. And if we don't end up hooking up I hope I make a really good friend.” He says which has you smiling as you enter the office.

“Of course, I'll go with you.” You say heading towards the elevator and trying to keep the giddiness in your chest at bay.

“Okay! I'll come pick you up around six! Oh, you're going to love it!” Seokjin says his voice laced with excitement.

You say your goodbyes and hang up and by the time you make it back to your office, you can't stop grinning.

And here you are now.

Standing in front of a mirror wearing a little black dress adorned with gold jewelry. Your hair is pinned up in a half up-do and you are nervously pacing your living room waiting for his car to arrive.

You try your best not to pick at your lips or nails as you wait, instead, you focus on straightening everything out in case he does want to come up after dinner.

Right at six you hear a car outside and race to the window to see a black van with the license plate he texted you earlier.

You hastily grab your bag and your tan pea coat before locking the door to your apartment, your heels click-clacking on the concrete steps as you make your way to the car.

Seokjin is standing outside of it holding the door open and your jaw almost drops.

There is a reason he is called worldwide handsome.

His hair is dark and pushed back from his forehead with a few stay pieces flopping forward giving him an effortlessly disheveled look. He is wearing a black leather jacket with a low-cut black shirt underneath and multiple necklaces. His dress pants are also dark and something about the way he looks makes your heart race fast and your stomach flip in arousal.

“You look beautiful.” He says as a way of greeting you as he helps you into the van and slides in the back seat alongside you.

Before you can comment on how good he looks, the van is already pulling away from the curb and he is talking excitedly about this restaurant and the menu.

You let him chat the whole ride there taking in every word. It was obvious he knew a lot about different foods and different flavor combinations and you soaked it all in as the driver pulled the car in behind the restaurant and Seokjin got out to get your door for you.

A classic gentleman.

“I had the chef get us a private room with a private menu too. I hope you don't mind.” He says as you step out of the vehicle and he takes your hand to lead you to a back door.

He slips his phone out of his jacket and sends a quick text and stares down at you.

“I did mean what I said earlier. You are very beautiful. No wonder Taehyung wouldn't stop talking my ear off until I pushed him to approach you.” He teases which has your jaw-dropping.

“Wait what? I didn't know that.” You respond as the door opens and Seokjin puts a hand on your back to usher you inside.

A waitress takes you down a narrow hallway and soon enough you are in a fairly large room that has the lights dimmed and a couple tables decorated with black tablecloths and small pillar candles that have tiny moons and suns carved into them.

Other couples are sitting at these tables but none of them look up when you and Seokjin get seated at your table.

“This is called the parlor, it's very private and you are only allowed in if you know the chef or the owner.” He explains as he pulls out the chair for you and you graciously sit down.

You stare around the room taking it all in. The fireplace is lit and throwing light around the room which is catching the small stars and moons hanging from the ceiling, their reflections illuminated on the walls.

“This place is amazing. I mean. Wow Seokjin.” You breathe out still taking your time to look around.

He smiles at you in a way that makes you suddenly feel shy.

“Please call me Jin. Seokjin is much too formal.” He says as the waitress from earlier comes back and brings a bottle of wine to the table.

You both drink slowly as you take in the atmosphere and the soft music playing in the background.

“I'm just honored you'd want to take me here. Like genuinely honored.” You say staring at his handsome face and trying not to blush under the low light.

“Well, you are much prettier to look at than Namjoon.” Jin teases as his hand traces the stem of the wine glass and you smirk and shake your head at his boldness.

“So you were there the night Taehyung and I first met?” You ask as your first course gets delivered to the table.

Jin smiles softly and begins to tell the story as you both eat.

Six courses and a bottle of wine later you are feeling full and happy. It turns out you and Jin had a lot to talk about and the conversation and atmosphere were both wonderful.

When the check came Jin slipped his black card to the waitress and smiled softly at you as you finished the last sips of your wine. You wanted to take it easy on the alcohol tonight as you wanted to remember this entire night.

“I'm just going to text the driver to let him know we are finished,” Jin said pulling out his phone and smiling as he typed away.

The parlor slowly started to empty out and after a couple quick messages Jin announced the driver was there and it was time to go.

You stood up and his hand was soft and warm on your back as he directed you out into the hallway and out the back door where the car was already waiting.

Even though spring had arrived the nights were still cool so you wrapped your coat tighter around yourself as Jin rushed forward to open the door for you.

You climbed in with him right behind you and the van made its way back to your apartment.

The drive back was mostly quiet. You watched the city lights from the window as Jin typed on his phone. You weren't offended at all, instead, you were grateful for the silence as you tried to remember every single detail of tonight and commit it to memory.

“Sorry, Namjoon is sending me pictures of the exhibit to show me what I'm missing out on,” Jin said with a laugh as he showed you his phone and the very artsy pictures Namjoon had taken.

“Looks nice.” You say slowly resting your head on his shoulder, feeling sleepy from all the food.

“Better than a dinner date with me?” He teases as he fishes his arm out from your body to wrap it around your shoulders.

“That depends. Would the exhibit have that great toffee dessert we had?” You tease as the car pulls up to your apartment.

Jin laughs at your joke and you slowly remove your head from his shoulder when you feel the car stop.

“I know the exhibit wouldn't but maybe your apartment would? Should I come inside to check?” Jin answers smoothly as your eyes widen and you nod.

He smirks at you.

You both make your way into the apartment and you kick off your shoes as Jin looks around. You let him take his time as you shuck off your coat and begin to walk around turning on lamps to cast the space in a warm cozy glow.

“This space is beautiful! Except there is something wrong with your couch.” He says as he also takes off his shoes and shucks off his jacket.

You stare at the couch seeing absolutely nothing wrong with it.

“What do you mean?” You ask him still staring at the couch confused.

“There's a Tata plush on it.” Jin points out and you bite back a laugh.

The day after Jungkook came over you found a strange white package on your doorstep. You didn't order anything but it had your address on it so you carefully tore it open to see a small Tata plush wrapped in tissue paper and bubble wrap.

You shook your head at Taehyung's antics and grinned when you saw a note fall out.

Just a reminder of who was here first baby girl. Missing you

You texted Taehyung thanking him for the gift and he sent a kissy emoji back. You decided to keep Tata on your couch as decoration from then on.

“Yeah, Tae sent that to me as a kind of joke.” You answer as Jin walks over and he rolls his eyes.

“It should be an RJ plush. So much better you know.” He teases with a tilt of his eyebrow.

You laugh as he pulls you in closer and your breath hitches. He is even more beautiful up close as his warm hands wrap around your middle bringing you flush against his strong chest.

You smile up at him and before you know it he pulls you even closer causing your noses to brush and his lips to meet yours halfway.

You kiss him softly and slowly, letting him take control as he takes his time exploring your mouth. His hands run up and down your back making goosebumps rise on your skin.

He pushes harder against you and you gasp which gives him time to lick at the seam of your mouth. You feel your body tingle with desire when you run your hands up and down his broad shoulders and his hands tangle in your hair.

His hand comes up to cup your jaw and hold it steady as he very slowly tilts your head back so your jaw and neck as exposed to his soft lips.

His kisses are warm against your skin and he sucks light marks into your neck which has you pushing your body into his.

When he sucks harder his name falls from your lips in a drawn-out moan and he pulls away grinning at you.

“I wanted to do that since the moment I first saw you.” He admits as you blush under his gaze.

He confidently grabs your hand and takes you through your apartment until you are both standing in the bathroom.

You can't help but laugh.

“Jin my bedroom is the next door over.” You say as he steps towards you until your body is flush against the bathroom counter.

Jin's eyes are dark and his tongue darts out to lick at his lips.

“I was thinking we could fuck right here. If you'd be up for that.” He responds darkly as you shiver under his gaze and he grabs your arm to spin you around so you are facing your own reflection.

“You mean shower sex?” You almost whisper as you can feel the tension in the room rise. His eyes are dark and staring into yours through the mirror as his hands come up to trace your curves over your dress.

“I mean I want to fuck you against this mirror so you can watch how good I make you cum.” He answers as you shiver and nod.

“Use your words, princess.” He demands as his hand plays with the zipper at the top of your dress. Your eyes are blown wide with lust and you answer him, your eyes never leaving his piercing stare through the mirror.

He chuckles and his hand tugs on the zipper of your dress. He takes his time dragging it down, so slowly you are squirming when he finally gets it zipped down to your hips.

“Step out of it for me princess.” He commands as you comply and kick the fabric out the door.

“God your body is perfect.” He mutters as his hands explore your body. He takes his time with you, hands lightly grazing your skin making goosebumps appear as he unclips your bra and throws it to the floor.

His hands replace the bra as he cups your breasts and lets his thumbs flick over your sensitive nipples and you arch your back into his body as a moan falls from your lips.

“Such a pretty girl.” Jin coos as his hands massage and grope at your breasts. You grip the counter for support and your eyes roll back when he pinches a nipple between two fingers.

“And so responsive too.”

You don't bother to answer instead you let him explore your body. His hands begin to massage the underside of your breasts and soon enough they are moving down to your underwear.

You tilt your head back to rest it on his shoulder and try to keep your eyes open to stare at what is happening through the mirror.

You have never had an out-of-body experience before but you feel like this is as close as you'd ever be to getting on.

“Can I take these off?” He asks motioning to your underwear and you nod frantically.

As he did with your dress he takes his time taking off your underwear, sliding them painfully slowly down your butt and thighs until you can take them off and kick them out of the way.

You are stark naked in front of him and he is grinning at you like he just won the lottery.

“Gotta be honest. I'm really glad Namjoon couldn't attend tonight. This view. Better than any art exhibit.” He says as he places a soft kiss on your shoulder and you melt into his touch.

You whine out his name and his eyes snap to yours in the mirror reflection.

“Didn't I tell you, princess? You have to use your words.” He teases as his hands run up and down your hips and you once again arch back into him, delighted to feel his hard-on pressing against your back.

The feeling of his hard cock trapped in his slacks has you gasping as Jin continues to pepper kisses along your shoulders, his hands still exploring the expanse of your naked body.

“Want to see you too Jin. Wanna see you naked.” You whimper as his lips leave your neck and he grins at you through the reflection.

He takes his time taking off his necklaces and placing them on the counter and when he finally gets his shirt over his head you gasp.

His body is tanned and toned. His shoulders look even broader without a shirt and you can't stop your eyes from wandering down to the very obvious bulge in his pants.

“Pants too. Wanna make you cum.” You plead as you try to spin around to help him take off his belt but he's too strong and keeps you caged against the counter, his breath fanning over the shell of your ear as he pushes his hard cock into your back, keeping you pinned.

“Let me make you cum first.” He says as his hands start to move towards your core which is soaked with arousal.

You spread your legs to give him better access and he chuckles against the damp skin of your neck.

“I wanna eat you out. Is that okay?” He asks as his hand finally comes to your center and he drags his finger through your arousal.

You throw your head back and whine loudly as Jin's finger comes up to play with your aching clit.

“Please. Fuck. Please Jin.” You beg as he smiles and swipes your arousal on his finger and pops it in his mouth.

You watch him suck his index finger and wink at you and you are pretty sure you have acceded and gone to heaven.

Once he cleans his finger he grabs your hips to angle them backwards and grabs a bath towel to kneel on.

You step back to give him some room to kneel in front of you and grip onto the counter for support.

“I told you I wanted you to watch yourself cum. Your eyes close. I stop.” He says as he presses warm kisses up your thighs and you spread your legs wide.

He doesn't give you a chance to answer as he dives right in and starts to lick at your pussy.

You groan and try your best to keep your eyes open as he licks and sucks at your clit, making pleasure shoot through your veins and your legs shake.

His hands come around to grab at your ass and push your pussy onto his face and you struggle to stay upright when he switches between long strokes and quick ones.

“Eyes open love.” He reminds you before diving right back in.

His hands are kneading your ass and trying to hold you steady as you are a mess of moans above him. Everything feels so sensitive and so good and you know you aren't going to last as long as you would like to.

His tongue circles your clit and your hand reaches down to card though his feather-soft hair. His eyes lock on yours and he dares to wink at you as he eats you out with such precision you are sure your neighbors are going to put in a noise complaint.

You feel the coil of pleasure getting tighter and you try to hold off. You try to savor it as much as possible and not cum on his tongue after only a short while of him eating you out.

But of course, Jin is not having any of that and he pulls his tongue away and quickly replaces it with his long fingers.

One finger enters you and you feel your eyes flutter closed at the sensation.

You snap your eyes open when he delivers a harsh slap to your thigh and you stare down at him in shock.

“I only had one rule princess. Come on now keep those pretty eyes open for me. Watch how good I make you feel.” He demands as you steel yourself and try your best to keep your eyes locked on your reflection.

Something about watching yourself get pleasured is super erotic. You've never watched yourself have sex but seeing your nipples tighten, seeing how your body shakes when he curls a finger deep inside and adds his mouth to your clit which has you moaning and grinding your pussy on his face is super erotic and bringing you close to release.

“Jin. Fuck. Close. So close.” You cry out as your hands tangle in his hair and he adds in another finger and begins to scissor them, stretching you out as his tongue laps at everything your body is giving him.

Your toes curl against the tile floor and you cry out his name as you cum. You arch your pussy into his face and try your best to keep your eyes open as you ride out your high.

One hand is gripping his hair the other is gripping the sink and your legs shake uncontrollably when you realize he is not stopping.

“Jin.” You pant out, voice shaky and fucked out as he removes his hands but is still lapping at your clit at lightning speed.

“Too-mu-much Jin, please. Fuck.” You beg out as you stare at him in awe. He is not stopping and you can already feel the overstimulation take over as your legs shake violently.

You are on fire and you try warning him that it's too much. That you cannot handle another orgasm but the words are punched out of you when another orgasm steamrolls its way through your body.

Your eyes close as you ride his face and he pulls you even closer to him as he laps and sucks at your dripping core, cleaning up all of your desire.

Your hand leaves his hair to grip at the counter for dear life and you slump down pressing your naked torso against it and try your best to calm your breathing.

Your legs are shaky and unstable as Jin gets up from the floor to hold you steady as you come down from your high.

Once you feel stable you open your eyes to peer at him and you whine when you see your arousal coating his plump pink lips. He grins at you and releases your body as he works his belt open and pulls his pants down.

His boxers are dark blue but you can still see a pre-cum stain on the front as he pulls them down and lets his hard cock slap up against his abdomen.

“You gotta. You gotta give me a minute.” You pant out as you watch his hand circle his cock and lazily pump it.

“That was so hot.” He said as he continued to pump his cock and watch you through the mirror.

His hair was sweaty and pushed back, his eyes were wide and dark with arousal and his lips were pink and glossy from your cum.

And his cock

God his cock.

Standing hard and proud in his hand as he jerked himself slowly, thumb flicking over the head to smear pre-cum down the shaft.

He was beautiful.

“Gotta warn a girl before you make her cum twice.” You tease as he comes to stand next to you and you swat his hand away.

You circle his cock with your own hand and copy the movements he was doing earlier.

His dark eyes flutter closed when you rub your thumb over the slit and you squeeze his cock a little harder which has him groaning.

“Keep your eyes open Jin. Don't you wanna see how pretty you look when you cum?” You tease as his eyes open and he glares at you through the mirror.

“Smart mouth huh? I should put it to good use and shut you up.” He utters which has you pumping his cock harder.

“I mean if you want me to suck your cock you could just ask. Use your words.” You mock as he swats your hand away and steps behind you, pressing his hard cock against your ass.

“I'd rather cum in your pussy than cum in your mouth.” He says.

“Then do it.” You goad as you arch back pushing your ass into his cock teasingly.

Just as he is about to reach for his pants you move to the side to slide open the cupboard that is above your toilet. Mostly it has medicine and some everyday makeup products but you also keep condoms in there just in case.

His eyebrows raise in surprise when you hand him the foil packet and he opens it and rolls the condom down his hard cock with ease.

He positions the tip of his cock at your entrance and you whine as he runs it up and down your slit.

“Jin don't tease.” You beg as his free hand comes up to squeeze at your breast again.

He doesn't respond, instead, he continues to tease at your slit with the head of his cock, soaking it in your juices and making you whine and push your hips back, trying to get him to enter you.

“Jin I swear to god.” You threaten as he laughs at your impatience and finally slips himself inside.

The stretch is tight and he takes his time inching into you until his torso is flush against your back and you both are panting hard, staring at your reflections.

“Fuck Jin.” You whine as you bow forward head hanging low as you take deep breaths to try to calm down the sting.

Slowly he brings a hand up to your left shoulder and pushes on it so you are forced to lean back into his body, your head thrown back so it rests on his shoulder as you open your eyes to see him staring at you in absolute awe.

“Relax around me, princess. That's it.” He praises you as he draws patterns on your bare skin and kisses your shoulders.

“God you are so beautiful. Keep those eyes open for me. Want you to see how good you look when you take my cock.” He mutters as you very slowly start to push back on his cock to move him inside of you.

“And you're....fuck... Jin.” You moan out as he starts to shallowly thrust inside of you. His hands come to rest on your hips for support as he takes his time with you, letting you adjust to his cock.

“Handsome? Yeah, I know.” He teases with a sly grin as you roll your eyes at him.

“Is that why you wanted to fuck in front of a mirror. So you could stare at yourself?” You say as you shoot your hips back to keep in time with his shallow thrusts.

“Nah I wanted to stare at you. My reflection is just an added bonus.” He responds as you smack his arm and laugh.

“There you go princess your relaxing against me.” He says as his thrusts start to pick up the pace and you whine and feel your eyes start to roll in the back of your head.

“Jin. Please just fuck me.” You beg out feeling the uncomfortable stretch be replaced by slow delicious pleasure.

He looks at you in the mirror and you nod before he grips your hips and fucks up into you.

You whine out as he starts to build at a steady pace. The sound of slapping skin echoes in the bathroom and you push back in time to meet his thrusts.

“God your pussy is so good.” He grits out as he angles his hips and hits that spot inside of you that has you crying out his name and fluttering your eyes closed at the sensation.

“Eyes open love.” He demands that it takes everything in you to open your eyes and stare at yourself in the mirror.

His cock is fucking into you and hitting your g-spot with every thrust. It's not long before you feel the coil of pleasure starts to build again. Your hand grips the counter and you can see the faint blush on your chest and cheeks as he fucks up into you.

Jin looks so beautiful behind you. His body is covered in a sheen of sweat and his hair is pushed back from his forehead. His lips are bitten in concentration and his hands are holding your hips roughly as he picks the pace.

“Fuck.” You cry out when you feel his free hand come down to smack your ass. He starts to fuck into you harder spurred on by your moans and whines.

“Please Jin fuck.” You cry out not even sure what you are begging for as you feel yourself get closer and closer to the edge.

He must understand because one arm wraps around your chest and pulls you back into him so your bodies are flushed together once more, and the other hand snakes down between your legs to find your clit.

You cry out when he circles your clit with his skilled fingers and you are grateful he is holding you tight against him because you are so sure if you were to stand on your own you would fall to the floor.

“God baby you're squeezing me so tight. Gonna cum soon? Cum around my cock like a good princess?” He asks as you cry out and feel arousal shoot through your body at an alarming pace.

Your body is on fire with need and when he pinches your clit between two deft fingers you lose it. You throw your head back and cry out his name as you cum around his hard cock. You try your best to keep your eyes open and watch as you come undone around him.

Sweet whines and moans fall from your lips as he continues to pump inside you as your walls flutter around his cock and squeeze him.

“C-Close.” He groans out and you can hardly hear him over the blood pounding in your ears he grabs your hips and starts to fuck up into you at a wild pace which has you moaning and whining his name, not long after you feel him twitch inside of you and cum hard inside the condom.

The feeling alone has your toes curling against the floor and you gasping as Jin rides out his high with his face pushed into your back and small pants and whines leaving his plush parted lips.

How long you both stood there you weren't sure, his arms were still wrapped around you holding you upright and the room reeked of sex and desire as you both waited for your breathing to even out.

After a short while he pulled his already softening cock out of you and disposed of the condom in your garbage pail.

You stared at him through the reflection and smiled shyly as you both reached for your clothes.

You dressed in silence letting the euphoria wash over you both and once you were dressed you were walking him to the door.

He put on his shoes and grabbed his coat and you smiled up at him. He pulled you in for a soft and slow kiss which had your heart once again racing.

Gone was the fiery need and desire and instead this kiss was slow and sweet. He took his time exploring your lips as if it was the first time you both were kissing and that thought alone had you smiling against his mouth.

He pulled away and grinned down at you, a cute pink flush covering his cheeks.

“Thank you for dinner.” You said to him softly.

“Thank you for...well thank you. That was...wow.” He replied running a hand through his hair and pressing another kiss to your cheek.

His phone vibrated in his pocket as he pulled away and he smiled at you.

“That's my ride the driver must already be here.” He said softly.

You nodded as he gave you another soft kiss and promised to text you again.

When you woke up the next morning you were convinced the whole thing was a dream, the only proof of it happening was the ache between your legs and the dress that was pooled on your bedroom floor because, after your night with Jin, you were too tired to properly hang it up.

You got ready for work and just as you were about to leave someone knocked on your door.

Confused you answered it to see the mailman standing there with a package for you to sign. It was a box, a large box.

“I didn't order anything?” You said in absolute confusion as the man double-checked the address and handed you the box.

You closed the door and set it down on the counter. You grabbed for the kitchen scissors to open the box and when you did you laughed in surprise.

The box was full, and I mean full of RJ memorabilia.

A note was taped to the top of the box which made you shake your head and grin.

Found something better to replace that tata on your couch. Thank you for last night- Jin. 

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Can we have another Sung Jinwoo fic cause I need more of him!!

How about headcanons of Jinwoo with a s/o that is only sweet to him and him only, everyone else can fuck off. Bonus if s/o is already close to him when he's still in E-class and is also a powerful hunter.

Hello, dear. This is such a lovely scenario!

As I am (temporarily) out of hiatus thanks to the Debut or Die fandom, I thought why not answer some of the piled up requests in my inbox.

I am sorry for the (very) late reply *laughs nervously.* I hope you enjoy these HCs.

Solo Leveling: Jin Woo with a S/O that is only sweet to him and him alone.

To Jin Woo, you were an angel. His Angel.

When he first met you, years back when his strength shackled him to the dreadful E-rank, you were the most powerful, confident, and sweetest woman he ever laid his eyes on. You perfectly led the party through the dungeon as an S-class Assassin, all while succeeding in protecting the rear where the lowest ranks where at. Jin Woo's respect towards you was well-established that very same day, and he gathered all of his courage to ask for your contact information. The tender smile you offered to him in response visited his dreams for months with no end afterwards.

Jin Woo's feelings towards you gradually shifted from platonic respect to romantic adoration, yet never faded away. Not with time, nor with all of the changes he has undergone with the arrival of the system. But when his newly-discovered S-rank became public, and a lengthy message of tender congratulations arrived on his phone from you, Jin Woo resolved himself to let his deeply-rooted affection known.

Oh, how sweet you were when he confessed. All gentle smiles and soft touches as he pulled close to him for the very first time. That image of you, hair fluttering in the evening breeze as the sun sets behind your figure, was forever etched in his mind.

Perhaps that is the reason why Jin Woo was unable to react in time as your clan mate raged and seethed, and voices started to raise from the different seats around the table. Jin Woo definitely heard the words you have spoken, with the lightest of smirks adorning your red lips, as you barely spared anyone but him a glance.

A few moments ago, your teammate was gloating about his latest dungeon run, boasting about the lavish loot he succeeded in getting, and not-so-subtly hinting that you would be unable to compete with him. You, on the other hand, were as calm as always. You simply busied yourself with sneaking bites of Jin Woo's favorite foods from your own plate into his own, before softly smiling at your beloved as he enjoyed what you have given him.

But as the man's insufferable speech turned into direct digs at Jin Woo himself, that was the moment where the knife in your hand found its way into the wall right behind your teammate's head.

"Trust me. Next time, I won't miss again, fucker."

All around you, voices rose to reprimand the infuriating bragger, and to calm you down enough to prevent you from throwing your own dagger next (you would later deny it, the sweetest of looks grazing your face, but Jin Woo saw your fingers around the dagger's handle with his own eyes).

But, to Jin Woo's second shock, none of the people present around the dinner table demonstrated any degree of surprise at your actions. Your clan leader sighed in exasperation, as if he were simply used to this. Only Jin Woo's face carried his own feelings of bewilderment as you blinked your eyes at him, and offered him another unbothered smile.

Perhaps Jin Woo's earlier claim of you being his angel needs to be slightly changed. He is more than happy to call you his devil, too.

[we-stan-cale]

Since I've talked about almost all the other important parts during my reread, I didn't want to forget the sealed god's test.

It's just... So good I'm not even sure where to start. Like, this is a moment where Cale really shines.

Cale. Rok Soo, which we're told means 'to always grow green, even in winter'.

And we see that in this test.

The sealed god throws him into one of the worst moments of his life, expressly to make him despair.

Instead, Cale takes that moment and uses it to rewrite the past, and erase all his regrets.

This is where we really get to see what post-apocalyptic Korea was like. And over and over again we learn how badly things went then, even as Cale makes sure it doesn't happen like that again.

We also see some of his years of experience, and maturity. Especially with how he handles Park Jin Tae, who was a bully and a tyrant - and also died in Cale's first life, fighting to save everyone in the shelter.

You can see what we've seen all along. Cale doesn't judge leaders by the petty stuff. He judges them on how well they take care of their people.

This is also where Cale, Choi Han, and Alberu really become an amazing trio.

Choi Han, who bargains a large chunk of his life away (just the time he'd be alone, as he ties the length of his life to Raons) in order to join Cale in his test.

And Alberu, who the Sun God helps possess a monster called the Dark Tiger when his real body is sleeping.

Those three are so tight knit now, it's beautiful. Real ride or die friends.

Especially when you remember where they all started.

It's also, as always, a time where you have to pay attention to the subtleties. This is Cale's past, and he's focused on making sure everyone survives... But Choi Han and especially Alberu can see the desperation, the struggle, and the near starvation of all the survivors. Alberu has a couple of moments when he's out of the test and giving updates to their friends, and you see him struggling. Because Cale asked him not to overly stress them (the kids especially) and basically say it's fine... And Alberu's like 'how can I tell them that?!?'

And then, naturally, there's Choi Jung Soo and Lee Soo Hyuk.

Younger versions, and not the ones Cale knew. But still, we get to learn more about his earlier found family.

We also see things going on back at home. Since his physical body is still there, his friends have to rescue him.

And we see how they're able to perform, even without Cale to call the shots.

We especially see how well Raon has grown, as he makes important decisions on how to find the monster statues.

Even more importantly, we have this at the end.

– Do you really think that this moment is the end of despair? Cale looked down at the rose gold lights burning in his hands. He opened his mouth to speak. ‘Is this moment the end of despair? No. Absolutely not.’ “This is just the beginning of the despair in this world.” It was just the beginning. Despair would reveal itself in many different forms in this world from now on. “But people have hope now.” After about a year since the world had turned into a mess… The people who had always lost, struggled, and barely managed to survive will be victorious for the first time. They would destroy this despair known as an unranked monster. The sealed god who had been silent for a moment asked as if he was sneering at Cale. – Do you have hope as well? It seemed to be implying that Cale was someone who could not have hope. That was how it sounded to Cale. Cale slowly shook his head. “No.” He did not have hope. However… “I have certainty.” Cale needed something more certain than hope. Finally, he had gotten it. “This place will draw a different future than my past. I’m certain of it.” He was certain that more people would survive than in his past. He was certain that they would have better lives. That was not speculation. Although it was a future that was yet to come, Cale believed it to be the truth. In fact, Cale wanted to be the one to finish the first step toward that certainty. The burning rose gold thunderbolts moved away from Cale’s hands. He started to speak again. “This is the first time I’m saying this to a god.” Toward the silent sealed god… To the god who had tried to give him despair… Cale said the following. “Thanks.” He really meant it. “My memories didn’t end in despair thanks to you.”

It's not that he defeated despair. That despair will no longer exist.

But there's hope, and he is certain that the future will be better.

And even more so - he is grateful that he had this chance to change his memories.

He took this thing that was supposed to break him, and used it to fix himself instead.

[wwilloww]

sh. | chapter twenty two | pjm

PAIRING ot7 x reader RATING Explicit. 18+. GENRE smut. fluff. angst. nonidol au. wildnerness au. roommates au. friends to lovers. SUMMARY Six months of quarantine have kept you apart. Somehow the distance sparks something new in each of you: questions, unfinished conversations, threads once chased now left cold. So when your roommate invites you to come with him to a mysterious house in the mountains with your friends, how could you even think of saying no? WC 4.8k WARNINGS AND TAGS no use of gendered pronouns to refer to reader. consensual objectification. d/s dynamic. over the panty sex (is this just called dry humping?) fucktoy-ification? teasing. orgasm denial.

AN hi :) i'm so sorry i made you wait so long for this. it's been a rollercoaster these last two years, and i hope you can forgive me for my long absence. if you enjoyed this chapter, i'd love to hear from you: what stuck out to you, what you're hoping will happen in future chapters, or just how you've been. i've missed you. and, as always, thank you for reading <3

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CHAPTER TWENTY TWO: RULE BREAKER

You don’t talk or think much about your childhood. You like to imagine that when you turned eighteen those years whispered away into the ether of time, as irrelevant and dusty as the old photobook that stays on the shelf, eternally unopened. 

As a child, home was multiplied and many. It was the many places you lived, as you moved often, following your father around with his job. But it was also many in the sense that you learned at a young age that home didn’t have to be a place you lived. Home was between the worn and finger-marred pages of the books you fell in love with, home was the wisping scent of fresh (if not often burnt) pastry in your grandmother’s kitchen each time you visited, home was the place you yearned to travel to but never made the time to visit. 

But as you close the book in your hands, the words echo in your mind: 

Are you going to come home? 

You feel far away from home, even though you find a great deal of comfort in the walls of Namjoon’s mountain house. Ahem, mansion. Confusion riddles little holes of worry through you. Where is home, anyways? The small apartment you left empty in the city? The question opens a void in you. Why bother with home anyways? Sure, home could be anything if you tried hard enough, but couldn’t the opposite be true too? That if you tried hard enough, you wouldn’t need a home?

Still, void and all, the question nudges you. 

Unsettled, you clamber down the tree and make your way back towards the house. The sun has risen higher in the sky and breaks through the chill ever so slightly. Worried that you’ve just abandoned Jimin this morning and that he’ll wake up alone, you quicken your pace. You creak the door open, waving at Jungkook and Jin and Taehyung in the kitchen, who are huddled over the coffee, waiting for it to finish brewing. 

“A watched pot never boils,” you call out to them, noting that Jungkook looks a little cheerier than he had the past several days. Jin’s hand rests on Jungkook’s lower back and a little wave of joy jolts through you as the older man throws you a little smile. 

“Watching it actually makes it go faster,” Jungkook says, his eyes glued to the coffee. “A little motivation and encouragement always lends a helping hand.” 

You smile at that and continue making your way towards Jimin’s bedroom. You pass one room—a gym of sorts filled with a few cardio machines, a set of free weights, and a large mirror, and you’re surprised you didn’t notice it before—and pause. 

Namjoon is spotting Hoseok as the latter bench presses what looks like an unreasonably heavy weight. 

As you watch them, the dream from last night floods back to you. 

The music filtering through the night. The tightness of each man’s grip on you as they spun you through the ballroom, the floorboards creaking beneath you, the high of attention sitting heady in your chest. 

And too, you can’t forget, the way they stared at each other in single-minded competition, hackles raised, teeth gritted. You can’t forget the darkness that swirled at their feet, and you wonder too, if you’re letting your dream drift into the world of the living too.

But here they are, fondly smiling at one another. Had you made it all up? Well, of course you made it up. It was a regency-era dream for god's sake. But the tension? The competition? As Namjoon helps Hoseok lower the weights to the bar and hauls him to his feet, you’re sure it’s all in your head. 

“Nice, man,” Namjoon says, grinning and clasping Hoseok on the back. 

Before they see you, you continue on. Just as you’re about to open the door to the bedroom you’ve been searching for, it swings open before you. Jimin steps out. 

“Oh. You’re awake!” you say.

“I am indeed.” 

“I’m sorry I left this morning—“ 

“It’s okay,” he says, but there’s a tinge of sadness in his voice, a little dust mote of it that you catch. 

“I went to go read in a tree,” you offer quickly as an explanation, hoping it will make up for the disappointment of waking up alone after not spending a night together in a while. 

“In a tree?” 

“In a tree,” you confirm. 

He chuckles. “That seems like a good enough reason to abandon me. I gotta be honest though—“ He steps closer, lets his gaze flicker down, and toys with the hem of your shirt. “I was looking forward to waking up beside you.” 

“Were you?” you smile. 

“I was. I was even looking forward to potentially getting to wake you up.” He says it with a mischievous grin. 

“Oh? And how would you have woken me up?”

His hand drifts lower, beneath the band of your leggings. “You know, it’s really easier to show you, rather than tell you—” His hands pause. “What’s this?” Jimin sends you a knowing look. 

“What?” Your mind sputters as you struggle to come up with what he might be talking about. But he steps closer to you, a hand drifting down to your hips, a finger pulling your shirt up. With his other hand he plucks at the band of your panties. 

“This,” he emphasizes. 

“Oh.” 

You’d nearly forgotten the promise you’d made to Jimin. But now it all comes rushing back, how he’d made you promise in those early days in the house to forgo any underwear. At the time it’d been a silly dare, but the seriousness in his eyes makes you reconsider. 

“What? Do I have to remind you every day?” he says gently. “Or perhaps I haven’t been spending enough time around you, and you’ve forgotten your promise to me?”

“N-no,” you say. “I mean maybe. Maybe I want you around more.” You sidle up to him, running a finger up his chest. “Maybe… I want you to remind me.” 

Jimin steps closer to you, pressing you against the bedroom door. You gasp when he leans in close, close enough to kiss you, but doesn’t. 

“I think you forget too quickly that  I told you there’d be a punishment if you ‘forgot’ about our little rule.” 

“Oh?” You tilt your head as you look at him. “What kind of punishment?” Panties or not, it seems like you win. 

“Like I mentioned earlier, I think I’d rather show you than explain it to you. Let’s just say I’m a hands-on kind of teacher.” 

You think he’s going to kiss you, but instead he presses close, his lips a centimeter away from yours, his hands cupping your cheeks before wandering down to explore your body. You reach for him, struggle to bring his lips to yours, but he shifts his attention elsewhere, leaving you hanging. His hands rove over your body, his lips dip out of reach. So you change your plan of attack too. You let your hands wander over him. When you feel his breath quicken against you, you release him, dipping your head below his chin.

You glide your lips down Jimin’s neck, slow and intentional; a calculated move. You let your breath whisper against his skin, and you can’t help but think back to that night with Yoongi and Namjoon in which sensation—even the lightest of touches—had meant so much to you. To your body. You want to play Jimin like they played you. 

His hands tighten in your shirt, knuckles whitening. 

“Inside,” he gasps, and the desperation in his voice makes you think that he’s lost a bit of his fine-tuned control. His eyes are blown wide. He looks like he could eat you up. “Inside,” he repeats, but enacts the command himself as he pulls you through the door with him, making it sound a little more like a plea than you think he intends.

The pair of you tumble onto the bed, a mess of limbs and lips, teeth, hands. 

He captures your lips, finally, kissing you. The kiss is anything but gentle, nearing the edge of pain, his teeth knocking against yours, nipping at your lips. You groan into his mouth as his hips cant against you. 

It’s not long before he begins to tug at your clothes. 

Then he pauses, lifting your head from his lips. You’re sprawled atop him and you lift yourself up on your hands. 

“What?” you inquire curiously.

“I’m going to ask you to do something.” 

“Alright.”

With a leveled gaze, he says, “Strip.” 

He pushes you off of him, and you kneel at the foot of the bed, pausing a second, before making the executive decision to stand and undress. It’ll be more, well, graceful that way, you think. The alternative is flopping around on the sheets like a beached hammerhead shark trying to get your pants off. 

So you do as you’re told. There’s something about undressing before him, as he leans back against the headboard, watching you. There’s something about undressing for him, while he watches on, his gaze drinking you in that has sparks running through your body.

Slowly, slowly you slip off your top, and wiggle your leggings off your legs. You try to make it a little sexy, glancing up at him from time to time, to find that warm darkness swirling in his gaze that you love so much. You trip once, because you’re staring too much. 

“Keep the panties on,” he says when you go to pull them down.  

“Oh. Okay.”  Your brow furrows and you can’t help but let a little bit of the disappointment you’re feeling into your voice. You’re a little confused why he would ask you to keep them on when they were the problem that started all of this. 

He stands then, walking towards you. You hold your breath. He finally arrives before you and places his hands on your hips. His fingers toy with the trim of the panties, and goosebumps race along your skin from the delicate touch. 

“What are you going to do?” you ask, your voice breathy.

“You’ll see.” 

With that he hooks a finger under the band of your underwear and lets it snap against your skin. You cry out, more in surprise than anything else. 

“Did that hurt?” 

“No, not really.” 

“Good.” He grins. “Now, I want you to be honest.” 

“I’m always honest.” You correct yourself: “Most of the time. Most of the time I’m always honest.” 

Jimin chuckles at that. 

“Fair enough. But I need your most-of-the-time-always honesty now.” You nod, your hand drifting upward to grip his forearm. 

“Of course.” 

“I want to try something out with you. Something new.” 

“New?”

“A new kind of play.”

Your mind reels with the possibilities. What could he possibly suggest? Chastity kink? Tittyfucking? Technojizz? Ballcuzzi?  

“I want to use you like a toy,” he whispers. “I want to fuck you like a toy. I want to talk to you like a toy, treat you like one.” Your eyes widen when he says it. His eyes go wide too, drinking in your every microexpression, as he waits for you to respond. 

“A toy?” 

“Yes.”

“Where did this come from?” you say it with a little smile, and trace your finger along his jawline. He relaxes at the touch. 

“I saw the way you reacted during group play. When Jin was talking to you, saying things like, ‘You want to be our slut. You want to be our whore.’” Just hearing Jimin repeating Jin’s words sends a shiver through your body. “He didn’t say it like I would have said it, but I knew he wanted to.” He presses his lips to your ear while his hands rove over your body. “You want to be our toy, don’t you?”  

The answer is easy. “Yes.” 

“You want to be used by us, don’t you?” 

“Y-yes.” 

He chuckles. “That’s what I thought. So tell me. Tell me what you want to be.” 

“I want to be your toy.” 

“Good.” He grins. 

He lets his hand drift down to your underwear again, fingers trailing along the inside the elastic hem before plucking at them once more. He seems to like the way you flinch. 

His fingers wander down your skin. He traces your hip, before flicking his fingers beneath the hem that circles your thigh. Slowly, he creeps closer to where you want his fingers most, but before he can touch you, he pulls his fingers away. You nearly groan, and a fleeting grimace crosses your face. Jimin catches it. 

“Patience would look so pretty on you,” he says, and the sting of his words is delightful. 

“Hmph.” 

His fingers continue to explore the thin piece of fabric that separates you from total nudity. They’re not a particularly pretty pair of underwear: they’re nothing more than a tan color brief. 

You say as much to Jimin, and tell him you wish you were wearing something sexier. Lace, maybe. Something black. 

“True,” he replies. “But you know why I like these?” 

“Why?” 

“Because I can see you dripping through them.” 

You warm at the implication.   

“And when I push my cock against them, I’ll see me on them too. I’m a visual man, you know.” He kind of chuckles at that last bit, like it’s some sort of inside joke with himself. 

When he drops to his knees, like that first day in the forest with him, you gasp. Finally, finally, he’s going to touch you. 

But when his tongue presses against you through the fabric of your underwear, it’s only half the sensation you need from him. Still, it feels good, a gentle warmth spreading through your abdomen as he licks and presses against your clit and vulva. 

“You taste so good,” he murmurs against you. 

“I’m—“ 

“You’ve soaked your panties through.” 

You warm at the thought, such little stimulation getting you so ready for him. You wonder if he’ll fuck you hard and fast or if he’ll take you sweet and slow. If he’ll take his time with you. Whatever he decides to do, you know you’ll be happy to have him fill you as you currently clench and tighten around nothing. It’s an empty feeling that sifts through you. 

When he’s thoroughly soaked your underwear with his mouth, he stands and kisses you. You can taste the ghost of yourself on him, and it reminds you of the smell of first summer light hitting the ground at dawn. A space when it is neither day, nor night, but some third plane of existence. Like that, in this moment, you feel like some third kind of creature. Neither yourself entirely, nor Jimin, but some other, third thing that you could only become in his presence. You can feel the shit-eating grin that glides across his lips and presses into yours as he walks backwards, leading you back to the bed. 

There’s something different, too, about all of this, about the way he kisses you today. There’s an edge of desperation, of frustration that you can taste on him. His movements are quicker, less languid. His lids are lidded. His breath comes quicker.  It’s delightful. 

But it’s also brand new. It feels like he has let a part of himself loose from under his usual state of control, and you wonder if your most recent conversation with your friends—where you discussed emotionality and feeling—had anything to do with what he was going through. What he wanted. 

An edge of anxiety tickles at your throat as you think of it. Does he want something more? 

He seems to notice your hesitation. 

“I just want you right now,” he says, as if he’s read your mind. He stops you at the edge of the bed, turns you so that the back of your knees hit the mattress.  You’re not sure if he’s a mind reader or what. 

You fall back into the bed, Jimin leading you down gently with a hand against your back until you sink into the soft bedding. You can’t help but giggle at the gentleness. Not that you have anything against it, but in this moment you feel anything but a toy. The way he looks at you makes you feel, well, precious. 

He breaks his gaze to kiss you again, tongue pressing against your lips. 

“Open up for me,” he says. “Like a good kitten—Like a good toy.” 

You do as you’ve been told, opening your mouth and letting him swirl his tongue through you, swiping at the roof of your mouth and sending tingles down your spine. 

His hands drift down your body before slipping beneath your panties. You glow, so eager for his touch, groaning as his fingers swipe against your clit. Just once. But as if he’s just realized a mistake he’s made, he rapidly pulls his hand out. 

“Oops. Got a little caught up.” 

You pout. “What, you’re not going to touch me like that? There? At all?” 

He pulls back enough to flick his gaze between your eyes and your lips. “Be a good toy and just do what you’re told.” 

“Oh?” The bratty part of you flickers and rises up.

He silences you with a kiss, his fingers circling around your clothed entrance before trying to press in through the thin fabric of your underwear. It’s like he’s trying to finger fuck you through the wet cotton, pushing it into you with his fingers. The pressure surely is something, but it’s not even a hint of enough, and you find your hips bucking up against him, seeking more attention, seeking more pressure. 

“So needy. So desperate.” 

He continues until the yearn within you aches.

“Stop playing,” you gasp. “Just give me your cock. Want you. Want your cock. I’ll be your toy, just–just use me like one.” 

“Don’t good toys say please?” 

“Please, sir.”

He freezes above you. 

“Sir?” 

“I—I… It just slipped out!” 

He grins. “I kinda like it.” He hums, as if contemplating it, then nods. “And since you’ve asked so nicely—“  

Jimin leans back enough to begin unbuttoning his shirt. He takes his time, while the knot in your belly begins to recede. You sit up, eager to help him out of it, but he quickly swats your hands away. 

“Patience, kitten.” 

You don’t say it, but your crossed arms and pout say, “Fine, sir,”  loud and clear. He laughs at your expression. 

“Don’t you worry,” he says, tilting your chin up. “I’ve always taken care of you, haven’t I?” 

He takes his cock out, stroking it once, twice, his hand gliding expertly over the soft and sensitive skin. 

“I’m going to use you like you’re good for.”

“Like I’m good for?” You echo, desperate for him. 

“All you’re good for,” he whispers in your ear and the words send a shiver of pleasure down your spine.  

With one hand, he takes your ankles and pushes them over your head.

“Hold them.” 

He then settles between your legs, hand wrapped tightly around his cock. With a movement that seems far too familiar to him, he slaps your pussy with his hard and dripping cock, and you groan. Fuck. 

Lowering himself to you, so your thighs press into his shoulders, he finally aligns his cock with your clothed vulva. 

And then with one careful movement, he grinds against you. The simple movement is enough to make you cry out. 

“Fuck, Jimin.” 

At first it’s slow, his cock pressing against your vulva in rhythmic pulses, your clit. At one point he pulls back and presses the head of his cock to your clothed entrance and presses in. 

You whine against him, but he doesn’t acknowledge you. He simply returns to continuing his thrusts. You’re just as wet as he is hard, soaking your panties, his precome painting them too. 

“Maybe I would have woken you up like this. Wouldn’t you have liked that? Waking up to my hard cock pressing against your clit, me ready to come, just from rutting against you? Wouldn’t that make you happy, to know how good you make me feel?”

You look down to where your bodies are pressed together. His cock rhythmically pokes up, the head dark and heavy. Sometimes though, the head of his cock gets stuck on your underwear, pushing the fabric higher and tighter around you. You groan at the sight. 

“Don’t you love how good you make me feel?”  

Your hips buck together, finding a desperate, shared rhythm. Your breath, too, matches up. 

For a moment, your eyes lock. All you can think about is how damn pretty he looks when he fucks, his dark hair falling into his face, his cheeks flushed, his plush lower lip caught between his teeth. And he looks back. 

But then his eyes flicker away from yours. 

He fucks you over your panties, murmuring how good of a toy you are for him, how he wishes he could fuck you properly, fill you up.

“Please,” you gasp, desperate for more. “Fuck me.”

“When you behave,” he grunts. “I will.” Another thrust. “When you follow my rules, I will.” 

When he comes, he presses the head of his cock to your clit. You can feel it twitching against you as he groans and sighs, his come painting your panties white. 

With the head of his cock pressing so rhythmically against your clit, you’ve built up to a delicious pleasure, so close to coming. 

“Jimin, Jimin, I’m so close. Please.” Your hips tilt up, searching out the pleasure he keeps denying you. 

But Jimin just grins at you and sighs dramatically. His breath still comes a little quickly, he seems a little winded.  

“If only you hadn’t been so intent on misbehaving earlier. Maybe I could have let you come.” 

“Oh, come on,” you groan, about a second away from throwing your fists on the bed in proper tantrum form. “You’re in charge. You write the rules. Who said you can’t let me come?” 

“The rules I wrote say so, actually.” 

You huff. 

“Well then. Maybe I’ll just have to take care of it myself.” 

In a swift action, Jimin leans over you, pinning your hands above your head. Your breath leaves your lungs in a quick gasp. 

“Wha—” 

“I think you know you’re not even supposed to be thinking about that, let alone doing it.” 

You tilt your head.

Jimin laughs, a hint of playful hardness in his voice. “Don’t you remember?” You shake your head. “You’re forgetting all of your promises today, aren’t you? Jin had you promise that you wouldn’t be coming unless it was because of one of us.” 

Your eyes widen. 

“Shit. I forgot.” 

“I know you forgot.” 

You throw your head back and groan. “But I thought you said you’d always take care of me.” 

“I did. And I do. But sometimes it’s good for you to wait a little for your reward. Today you took your punishment—” He tilts your head up so you’re looking at him and the pout that had taken over your face fades a little. “And tomorrow, I’ll give you your reward.” 

You roll your eyes. 

“Fine.”

“You think you can do that? Wait until tomorrow?” 

“Yeah.” You sigh. 

“You’re so good for me,” he says, pressing a kiss to your lips. His hands glide down to your hips, dipping beneath the band and you think, oh, maybe he’ll do it now. But your hopes are quickly dashed when he tugs on them and says, “Maybe it was a good thing I had you wear these afterall.” He shimmies your come-stained underwear down your thighs. “Easy cleanup.” 

You can’t help but laugh at that, always surprised when Jimin’s practical side pops out alongside his gregariousness. But he balls the panties up, and before tossing them into the laundry basket near the door, holds them up in his hand, shaking them, as if directing attention to them. 

 “I should remind you why I asked you to do this?” 

“I know why you asked me to. You liked the secret of it—?” You think back to what he had said to you, all those days ago, though it feels like a lifetime ago:

“I like walking around, knowing I’m the only one who has your sweetness on my tongue. I love talking to the others while getting to taste you still. Getting to remember the way you squirm underneath my touch. I do it because I want to.”

You still shiver, thinking of those words. But that had been before everyone knew about you and Jimin. 

“I did like the secret of it,” Jimin says, breaking through your reverie. “But there’s more than that, too.” 

You raise an eyebrow, prompting him to go on. 

“There’s knowing you do it for me.” 

He grins, before strutting to the bathroom. You watch his ass as he goes. Plump, you think. When he returns, he’s cleaned up and still grinning. Mulling on what he’s said—”for me”—an image of all eight of you on the living room floor arises. What are the boundaries between one person and another with this set up? What are the lines? What is owed? Your head spins, and you settle into the pillow. You’re still humming in the sensation of your dwindling pleasure, receding far away from your orgasm, and you sigh. 

“If the only way people are going to punish one another around here is by giving them blue balls, I’m going to get tired reeeeal quick,” you murmur to yourself.

“Is that so?” Jimin says from behind you as he collects your clothes. “If that’s the case, we better start coming up with new forms of punishment.” 

“Yes, maybe you should,” you say, mock-grouchily. 

“I’ll start thinking up new and innovative ways. Maybe I’ll consult Jin—he seems creative when it comes to this stuff—especially if you’re going to be so quick to forget what you promised him.” He helps you into your clothes again, but remains naked himself. 

“But—” 

“No buts.” He seals your silence with a kiss. “Just do what you’re told.” The statement stings through you like a bolt of electricity. As much as you hate to admit it, you love when he tells you what to do. Even if you love fighting against it just as much. “You know why you should do what you’re told?” He continues, as he kisses down your throat.

“Why?” 

“Because then I can reward you. I can make you come again and again until you’re crying to stop, or hold you at the edge long enough that when you’re finally ready to tip over, it’s the best fucking orgasm in your whole life.” 

You can’t help but giggle. “Are you saying you’re the best fuck of my life?” 

“No. Not yet. But I can be.” He pulls away from you enough to see the shit-eating grin on your face. 

“I think some of your friends might fight you for that position.” 

“Maybe they should.” 

“Maybe they should what?” a voice comes from the door. 

“Hoseok—” 

Hoseok stands in the doorway, a confused look on his face. You imagine what he must be seeing, a naked Jimin in bed, and you, now entirely naked, too, now that Jimin stripped you of your panties, tangled up in each other. 

“What’s going on here?” Hoseok asks. 

“Do you really want to know?” Jimin asks.

“Um. Not really.” Then his gaze focuses on you. He lingers on your face, reading you, trying to figure you out. But then he catches himself. “Uh, maybe I should come back later.” 

“No!” you say, perhaps a little too eagerly, sitting up. “What is it?” 

“I just was looking for you,” Hoseok says, a little shyly. “I was hoping to steal you away.”  

“Let me get dressed.” 

You stand up, and pull your clothes back on, noting how Hoseok’s gaze flickers to you just in time to see you pull on your leggings without any panties on underneath.  

Jimin sits up quickly, pulling a pillow over his crotch for the sake of Hoseok’s modesty. “Just so you know—if you’re going to go together—I already said that if someone was going to wear panties that someone wasn’t going to be able to come.” He turns to you. “So don’t you go running off to lover boy, thinking you can get your rocks off.” Jimin turns his attention back to Hobi. “This one is very much not allowed to come. At least for the rest of the day.” 

Hoseok coughs. 

“Oh, I, uh, I wasn’t, I wasn’t presuming.” 

“Yes you were, asshole,” Jimin laughs. “We’re all presuming.” 

Hoseok flushes red all the way to the tips of his ears at the implication, but you find it charming. 

“You didn’t answer my question,” Hoseok says.

You glance at Jimin, who leans back with his hands laced behind his head. He looks like the perfect image of relaxation and… is that pride? There’s a soft smile curving at the corner of his lip, a kind of jesting smirk. 

“Go on,” Jimin says. “I’m already taken care of.” 

You roll your eyes. 

“Asshole.” 

But you stand and make your way to Hoseok nonetheless. 

“You have time?” he asks.

“I have all the time in the world.” 

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[incarnadinedreams]

This isn't really new or anything but the more I reread random passages the more convinced I am that there's something very unique about the way Jiang Cheng reacts to Wen Ning and it's just so interesting!

I'm convinced it's more than just being angry. It's more than just hating him, or blaming him for Jin Zixuan's death or his sister's life. It's more than being a Wen, and it comes long before so many of those tragedies unfold anyway.

There's a sort of urgent, visceral reaction to Wen Ning's presence that just has this different feeling to it than how he reacts to any of the other characters. Even characters he has strong emotional responses to, it's never with the same panic or recklessness. It's not the same as the whole "vengeful wrath, fathomless hatred, or raving ecstasy" situation he's got going on with Wei Wuxian (sexy as that might be).

When it's Wei Wuxian, it's all "...well, well. So you're back?" and "Haven't you got anything to say to me?" Even when he's not being very nice, even when he's throwing teacups and furious at Wei Wuxian, there's still an edge of calmness in the way he lashes out. He's fucking mad but he's had more than a decade to think about this and he's got things to say and he's trying so hard to get a reaction from Wei Wuxian that he just won't give him.

But he can't tolerate having Wen Ning anywhere near him. Much of the time he instantly lashes out, physically, in ways to create space between them. He's mean to Wen Ning, but he doesn't really have much to say to him; he just wants to get away from him.

It really stuck out to me how instinctive and instantaneous and emotional that reaction is when I was reading this passage from chapter 81 (ExR translation since I've got it on hand in digital text form), when Jin Ling returns Zidian and rushes back into the fray during the Second Siege:

When Jiang Cheng was unaware, he stuffed Zidian's ring back into his hand and sprinted toward the crowd, all the way up to the most dangerous area before the mouth of the cave. Jiang Cheng was about to chase after him when he managed to slice a few corpses, staggering. He felt that Sandu was no lighter than hundreds of pounds. Two female corpses threw themselves at him from both directions.

Jiang Cheng cursed. As he lifted his sword again, another pair of hands tore the two corpses into pieces, "Sect Leader..."

Jiang Cheng lost his temper as soon as he heard the voice. He kicked Wen Ning away and cursed, "Get the fuck away from me!"

Obviously that is not very nice and poor Wen Ning didn't deserve a kick for being legitimately helpful there, but the point is that not only does he lash out - the reaction happens even when he's clearly got higher priorities going on in a chaotic situation. Throughout that entire event he reacts in a somewhat more even-keeled way to almost everything except Wen Ning being in his vicinity.

And it's not just after Wen Ning's death, not just after he became Wei Wuxian's greatest weapon, not just after he was forced to kill Jin Zixuan - it's specifically a pattern established from the moment he woke up in the Supervisory Office without a core:

Before he could say anything, those sun robes reflected against Jiang Cheng's eyes. His pupils suddenly shrunk.

Jiang Cheng kicked Wen Ning, toppling over the bowl of medicine. The black liquid all spilled onto Wen Ning. Wei WuXian wanted to take the bowl of medicine. He pulled up Wen Ning as well, who had been shocked speechless. Jiang Cheng roared at him, "What's wrong with you?!"

At this point he doesn't even know how he was rescued, since he was unconscious for all of that, and thinks they're in a Wen trap and likely going to die (or worse). But there's so many echoes of that interaction again, and again, and again between them.

And combined with Wen Ning's remarks during the scene just before this, where he tells Wei Wuxian about the discipline whip injuries and how Jiang Cheng 'should have other injuries as well', the way the narrative is so deliberately ambiguous on what exactly occurred, it all makes me want to crawl up the walls and gnaw on the light fixtures wailing WHAT DID YOU SEE, WEN NING?! WHAT DID YOU SEE?

At a minimum, Jiang Cheng knows that Wen Ning was there at Lotus Pier prior to his capture by the Wen guards, because they'd both seen Wen Ning examining Jiang corpses on the training field before they fled for Meishan.

But everything after that is only implication and subtext and suppositions and speculation, not directly stated in the text. But based on his reaction, you can pry my headcanon from my cold dead hands that that Wen Ning probably witnessed all or much of what happened to Jiang Cheng after he was captured, and Jiang Cheng knows it.

I've also posted before how I think there's an at least nonzero chance that Jiang Cheng was never directly told that Wen Ning wasn't actually there with Wen Chao when they saw him early on, but came later to try to help (because when Wen Ning gives Wei Wuxian that information Jiang Cheng isn't conscious, and nobody tells Jiang Cheng anything. I don't think that headcanon changes much either way, but there is a slight difference, at least emotionally, between 'I helped you while I was there to slaughter your clan and destroy your life' and 'I came when I heard my crazy cousin was slaughtering your clan and tried to help you' and I think it's a juicy thing to add to the pile of misunderstandings they each have of the other's motivations and actions).

Which, if I go with these two ideas together, really drives home what a bespoke and specific nightmare the way the Golden Core reveal played out - not only the substance of the reveal, but the fact it was Wen Ning who revealed it.

He was already furious that they were even there at Lotus Pier, particularly Wen Ning. But the way it all happens it feels like it's not just echoes of the amplified emotions of the confrontation with Lan Wangji & Wei Wuxian in the Ancestral Hall, it's not just Wen Ning being a Wen, or even Jin Zixuan's death, the way the narration calls out. It feels like there are deeper layers to it.

I also feel a bit stupid for not noticing before this probably extremely obvious to literally everyone else who isn't a dumbass like me parallel of Wen Ning getting a gruesome scorching whip mark across his chest at Lotus Pier in the course of saving Wei Wuxian (more or less, sort of - we know as readers Jiang Cheng was intentionally trying not to hurt them with Zidian, but I don't think Wen Ning knew that when he jumped in).

Jiang Cheng looked to find that the uninvited guest was Wen Ning. Immediately, he raged, "Who let you inside Lotus Pier?! How dare you!"

He could manage to tolerate others, but definitely not Wen Ning, the Wen-dog who put his hand through Jin ZiXuan's heart and ended both his sister's happiness and her life. Just a look, and he felt the urge to kill him right there. How dare he step foot on the earth of Lotus Pier—he really was looking for his death!

Because of the two lives and many other reasons, Wen Ning had always felt guilty, and so he'd always been somewhat scared of Jiang Cheng, consciously avoiding him all the time. Right now, however, he blocked Wei WuXian and Lan WangJi as he faced him, taking the hard lash. A gruesome scorch climbed across his chest, but still he didn't flinch.

I don't know that it actually means anything but it's making me FEEL THINGS incoherently at this specific moment, so. Also I find it legitimately sad that Wen Ning has to live with guilt over things that happened when he was controlled by someone else, though the scene before the Ancestral Hall when Jin Ling starts crying on the boat is probably a better example of that. Anyway.

It's just there's so, so many layers to how uniquely horrible it is for Jiang Cheng that he not only finds out about the Golden Core transfer this way, but also that Wen Ning, specifically, directly witnessed this life-shatteringly huge deception and sacrifice too - while Jiang Cheng was unconscious, no less.

And, well, we know how everything got capped off in that scene...

Obviously the shock of the information was going to get a huge reaction no matter what, no matter who or how he found out. Even without the Wen Ning element, it already hits every one of his deepest weaknesses and insecurities and fears.

But to come from the guy who'd witnessed his family being slaughtered, who'd witnessed who-knows-what humiliations heaped on him (who also happens to be the same fucking guy that Wei Wuxian thought it was worth leaving Yunmeng Jiang for, breaking his promise for...), the guy he blames for his sister's tragic fate (whether that blame is misplaced or not), the guy he exhibits a panic response towards even decades later, and goddamn.

There are just so many layers to this perfect little nightmare reveal on so many different levels aren't there?

There's just SO much meaty stuff for these two to dig into post-canon and all we get is an extra with a 'oh yeah sometimes Jiang Cheng yells on night hunts and Wen Ning is there' about it?!

I should probably just shut up and go read some Jiang Cheng and Wen Ning focused fics or something (whether romantic or platonic that's probably an area I really haven't explored enough vs. the amount of sheer interesting hints and material the novel gives to work with! If by some miracle anyone made it to the end of this beast feel free to drop any recs that explore them, especially that 'what did Wen Ning see?!' aspect of the whole situation because that is the current little brain worm haunting me right now).

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Checking up on HYBE’s biggest opps reading

NEWJEANS - AESPA - NMIXX - ZEROBASEONE - MIN HEE JIN - DKZ

⚠️DISCLAIMER! TAROT CARDS ARE NOT 100% ACCURATE! TAKE EVERYTHING WITH A GRAIN OF SALT! IF MY INTERPRETATIONS ARE INCORRECT FEEL FREE TO CORRECT ME!⚠️

Overall K-Industry Thoughts on HYBE’s National Assembly

10oC, The Emperor & 9oP rx

Seems like everyone, and I mean everyone was tuned in… CEO’s included. Well, everyone seem to be happy that HYBE were finally exposed for their dirty work. I think this reputation of HYBE is actually quite known within the industry but people aren’t allowed to speak about it at all.

NEWJEANS Thoughts on the National Assembly

Minji : 6oC, PoP

She seems to be glad that the public will be more on their side even more and somewhat ‘protect’ her group, but she’s happy all of this got exposed.

Hanni : 8oP rx, Magician

She is also not surprised all of this came to light, but in general, she’s still not okay, all she wants to do is work, she misses performing and wishes to have been doing NJ1 content these days.

Danielle : 6oS, WoF, The Hanged Man, KoP

Seems to believe that NWJNS depressive periods is almost over, but she really isn’t interested with what’s happening with the HYBE CEO’s.

Haerin : KNoP rx, KoS, 9oC, 10oW, KoP rx, 9oS, AoS, 2oC

Was she watching it live? Most probably, she probably so the Be Lift CEO stuttering and shaking in fear. Apart from that, this isn’t her main concern, her main concern is her salary being taken away from her.

Hyein : The World, 7oP rx, The Lovers rx, Empress, AoW rx, 3oW, 10oS rx

She’s hoping that intl antis and fans can finally understand the truth and what they going through, apart from that, she’s still going through a lot of emotional turmoil.

SOMEBODY FREEE NEWJEANS RN!

AESPA thoughts on HYBE causing their hate trains.

Karina : The Fool rx, KNoC rx, 8oW rx

It seems like she was aware of what they were doing and thought it was a really stupid move to make.

NingNing: QoS rx, 3oP rx, The Sun

Seems like she also knew what was going on, she possibly even knows the women behind this fiasco. She thinks HYBE are just jealous of aespa’s success.

Giselle : 2oP rx, PoC, AoC rx

Would I say she is disinterested… most probably but she is aware of it but apart from that, she thinks that HYBE lack creativity, and they can’t reach their caliber so… why not play dirty?

Winter : 6oP & 2oS rx

Damn… she also knew? She’s glad that the people who were bribed to write the comments, and just the overall scheme are finally exposed.

NMIXX thoughts on HYBE saying they’re solely hear for smex appeal

Lilly : QoW rx, KNoW rx, Tower rx, 4oC, 8oC rx, 10oP, Higher Priestess rx, Strength, Queen of Cups rx, 5oW

I just know that she is mad mad mad. She is hoping for more dirt about HYBE to be exposed so that they’ll deal with more hatred from the public.

Sullyoon: AoP & 3oS

She’s heart by that comment, she feels disrespected because she worked hard for this… she didn’t expect people to view her group that way.

Bae: 6oW

I don’t think she’s aware of anything going on… she is focused on her own endeavors.

Haewon: The Hierophant, Death, The Chariot, 9oW rx, Temperance, The Star

I believe she is aware of what was said, and is also clearly pissed. She believes that HYBE being the top company has truly ruined this industry, she is tired of how unfair her career has been, from the public hate to now being labeled as that…

Jiwoo: PoW rx, 3oC, Justice, 7oW rx, Judgement

She believes that was an unnecessary comment. She knows it’s going to be brought up in a lot of fan wars. She’s also kinda glad this was brought up to the public by the law… seems like she’s thinking :

“People in glass houses shouldn’t be throwing stones…”

Kyujin : KoW & 4oW rx

She is offended, and believes that HYBE don’t deserve to be in the position they currently in right now because they’re ruining the Kpop scene.

ZB1 thoughts on HYBE calling them unattractive

Ricky : QoW rx, 8oP, High Priestess, 4oC rx, 10oP, The Tower

Kinda pissed but not surprised… it seems like he just intuitively knew that his group was going to be involved one way or another. He just doesn’t want this to be mentioned a lot on the media.

Hanbin : PoP, 4oP, KoC rx

He doesn’t believe any of those claims from HYBE, he really wants to protect his group and reputation but he just thinks that BSH… is an odd man.

Yujin : Justice & 8oC

Has he probably heard that many times before? He probably has, and he’s really sad about the fact that those comments won’t ever stop.

Jiwoong: 7oP

He feels kinda sad that the slander on his group won’t end, he just wants them to financially successful and not focus on other issues.

Hao: The Lovers rx, Empress, 3oW , 10oS rx, Temperance, The Star

He dislikes HYBE a lot for that comment. I don’t believe he cares much because he knows that his fangirls/boys find them attractive and believes HYBE are just saying stuff out of envy of their stardom?

Matthew : QoC rx, Judgement, 7oP, AoP rx, PoW, 3oC rx

He hates that judgement, he just wants to work and he fears that this comment could cause a rift in the bond of them members as that comment will really stick to them mentally??

Gyubin? : WoF, 6oS, 6oP, KoW, 6oW

Well… seems like he’s kinda tired of fame, like he wants to leave and from now on, he will be convinced that any hate comments or posts from the socials are all directly paid for by HYBE.

Gunwook? : Sun, Strength rx, QoS rx, 5oS rx, Hermit

Really sad about the comments, he just wants this to end. He doesn’t want to be involved or see any conflict anymore.

Taerae : KoP

He knows he’s fine… just knows HYBE are delusional.

Min Hee Jin thoughts on National Assembly

World, KNoC rx, The Fool, 5oC rx, AoW rx

She is happy that people have finally realized that she wasn’t lying about HYBE, she is glad their foolish behavior has been exposed. She is slowly healing, but she also just wants to work again… work in peace.

DKZ overall thoughts of HYBE trying to sabotage them

KNoW, QoP, 10oW rx, 9oC rx, KoS rx, KNoP

Oop! We’ve kinda given them an ego boost ngl lol! Anywho, they quite surprised why such a big comeback could be intimidated by them?? They also wondering if maybe their delay could be because of HYBE, and they kinda pissed by it but they’ll continue to push til they reach their successes.

[mirageofadesert]

Female Power Done Right: A closer look at Pian Ran from TTEOTM

The seductress: regulating sexual morality

Female characters have always been stereotyped in popular media. While this isn't limited to the portrayal of women, it has affected them disproportionately and usually in a negative way. There are a number of common stereotypes of how women are portrayed, such as the virtuous woman, the seductress/femme fatale, the Mary Sue and more. While I don't want to say that TTOETM doesn't rely on these kinds of stereotypes to tell its story, the show does get some things right when it comes to its female characters. Pian Ran is the best example of this.

Most temptress are villains, because female sexuality is often framed as something negative, something dangerous. Sexual morality serves to regulate gender relations, for example through various sexual taboos and prohibitions on premarital and extramarital sexuality or homosexuality. In the major religions and many cultures, sexuality is traditionally placed in the service of procreation. In the ascetic-monastic traditions of Hinduism, Buddhism and Christianity, which are characterized by sexual renunciation, sexuality is equated with ignorance, desire, attachment or sin and is considered an obstacle to salvation. As women are identified more strongly with physicality than men, sexuality and instinctually in all the religions mentioned, the widely received stereotype of the sexual seductress emerges, which has been used to justify a wide range of discrimination.

Therefore, seductresses are not about female sexuality, they are (through the male gaze) objects of sexual desire for men, while also being a negation point of sexual morality. Virtuous women, especially protagonists, are often sexualised, but not portrayed as sexual beings. In contrast, sexual women are often the competition of the main character. They tend to use their physical attractiveness to attack or steal the main character's love interest, or to overpower the hero with their evil tricks. For this reason, they are often associated with animals that are seen as deceitful, cunning, poisonous or dangerous (e.g. snakes, scorpions, foxes).

At the first glance, Pian Ran fits this archetype well. She is a fox demon, who feeds on the life energy of men. She seduces them, using their sexuality for her own gain and entertainment. Pian Ran also dresses "provocatively" and doesn't conform to social conventions. When we first meet her, she is playing the historical version of strip poker, not just for the money, but because the desperate men amuse her. In the same episode, she forces Ye Qingyu to accompany her to the market and uses her sensuality to throw him off balance.

However, Pianran also subverts this trope. Her sexuality isn't portrayed as something negative, it's accepted by the people around her. Ye Qingyu never judges her for it, even though he is the polar opposite. Ye Xiwu never looks down on her either, instead she comes to him for advice and even flirts with her.

Sun Zhenni's performance deserves a lot of praise. Her sexiness doesn't feel "sticky" or "creepy" to me, like many other characters of similar type do. She has a natural sensuality that isn't over the top, more sassy than naughty. You can tell that she studied her character a lot and tried to portray her as nuanced as possible.

Pian Ran is also much more than just another fox demon and seductress. She is a complex character. But her main theme isn't really seduction - it's working life.

Pian Ran vs. work life

This theme runs throughout the drama, from Li Susu offering her a letter of recommendation for a particular sect when they first meet, to Pianran's work for Tantai Jin - and her resentment of it.

She has to work to survive - literally, as Tantai Jin tricks her into believing she has swallowed a pill that will give him control over her life. "Take the pill", which will change your life and take away your freedom, is also a reminder of how certain drugs and their side effects work. While she's not without a certain amount of freedom and has her own command within the Jing Kingdom, she's tied to Tantai Jin's command and rigorous work schedule.

Our girl is a for sure a regular on r/antiwork...

This theme makes her a relatable and likeable character. It also shows how her character is a comment on current social issues, beyond gender roles. This is one of the strengths of TTOETM, it’s strong social and moral message that goes beyond the plot of the drama.

Pian Ran vs. love life

As a character, Ye Qingyu is the opposite of Pian Ran: Virtuous, very righteous and rigid. But he never judges her for her behaviour, he always understands her and gives her space. And most importantly, neither of them changes who they are as their relationship progresses. She doesn't suddenly become a modest woman, he doesn't turn away from his ideals - except maybe in that cut arc in Jing Kingdom in the 3rd arc.

In many ways, Ye Qingyu and Pian Ran embody the classic trope of the seductive and virtuous hero: she affects men in a certain way that causes them to stray from the straight and narrow or interferes with their domestic arrangements. For example, when he spends the first night with her and thus neglects his duties as head of the family, or when she contributes to his changing sides and joining Tantai Jin. In short, she is disruptive.

When she advises Ye Xiwu/Li Susu on how to seduce Tantai Jin, she suggests various manipulation tactics to gain his attention and favour, but Pian Ran also gives genuine advice - to both of them, actually (although sometimes it's my accident).

One could make the argument, that they were aiming to frame her initial strong sexuality as a coping mechanism due to the loss of her husband and love threads. The absence of her love threads manifests quite different to Tantai Jin, mainly in form of attachment issues.

However, the show doesn't try to make a point about female sexuality by emphasizing a change in Pianran's behavior based on finding the right man. If anything, it's Ye Qingyue who meets her halfway by having a premarital affair. What I like most about their relationship is that they are each other's equals. They both have high ranks in Tantai Jin's kingdom and army, and he listens to their advice and treats them equally. Moreover, Pian Ran is never a damsel in distress. Even when Ye Qingyue dies for her, it is because she was blindsided by the attack while she was winning her own duel. In the end, she shares the fate of most seductresses who disrupt the social order - she dies (if they don't join a convent). The difference is that her death is a tragedy and not framed as a regulation of sexual morality and gender relations.

Female Friendship

Before I dive into the relationship of Li Susu and Pianran, I want to comment on the common dualism of the sensuous vs. the virtuous woman. Li Susu (or Ye Xiwu) is not the virtuous heroine, it’s (again) Ye Bingchang mirroring Pian Ran. This is something that subverts the whole trope! It's the virtuous woman who become disruptive and falls from grace, while Pianran becomes a righteous heroine. However, while Pianran doesn't become virtuous, Ye Bingchang tries and fails to use seduction to manipulate Tantai Jin. She also has an additional set of love threads that make her seductive to men without using her sensuality or sexuality. It's a fascinating dynamic. As I said, TTEOTM is not a perfect show with a feminist message, but it certainly tries to subvert gender stereotypes - and not just with its women, but that's another issue.

Pian Ran's third important role in TTOETM is that of Li Susu's friend, who supports and guides her. What makes their dynamic so interesting is that while Pian Ran looks younger than Li Susu, she is considerably older (well, if you count age by years lived, not by date of birth). They are flirtatious, they share a horse and a bed, and they pass the Bechtel test! Li Susu even risks her health to cure Pian Ran of Tantai Jin's blood curse.

Both subvert gender expectations in their own way. They are strong characters without abandoning their femininity. The empowerment and the feminist ideas, they are embodying, also come natural to the storyline and are not just tropes. Therefore, they are relatable characters for a modern audience (except when they are not).

Edit: Got rid of some spelling mistakes!

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Wife Headcanons (Jin, Lee, Lars, & Lei)

This ties in with the daughter request posted a while ago, so there are slight mentions of having a kid. This was requested by Tumblr user @kawaistrawberry21. Hope you enjoy!

Jin Kazama

He’ll definitely be around more often than he used to. With everything starting to settle down, Jin will finally have time to breathe and relax, taking time to do stuff he actually wants to do.

He’ll help you out with as much of the household stuff as he can. He’d hate for you to have to do everything by yourself, so expect him to offer you assistance at every opportunity.

Unfortunately, Jin doesn’t know how to cook, so you’ll have to help him out with that. He’s helped his mother in the past, but he’s forgotten most of his kitchen skills since she’d gone missing.

He does, however, know how to eat; you’ll have to cook a lot because this man has quite the appetite. Oh, and make sure you save some food for Hwoarang, too; chances are he’ll show up to family dinners uninvited.

He’s still as protective over you as ever. You becoming his wife never changed that.

Xiaoyu and Panda are your girl-besties. If you need advice on something, or you just want to vent, they’re your go-to gals. Girls’ nights out are ALWAYS spent with them.

Congratulations, because now Lee and Lars are your uncles-in-law, which is probably one of the most awesome things that could ever happen. Lee’s always offering to give you guys money, even though you and Jin are doing perfectly fine on your own, and Lars is a great babysitter for when you and Jin need to have a night out alone together.

Going for nature walks is something Jin is fond of doing, as it helps him calm down and clear his thoughts. However, he finds he enjoys it more when he’s with you. If he decides to take a trip to the nearby trail, you’re most likely going with him.

Chances are you’ll live somewhere secluded. Living in the city is undesirable for Jin, and he’d rather live peacefully in a place where no harm can come to his family. He was practically born and raised in nature, so ideally he’d want to live somewhere with a lot of foliage. When he sees the shady glade of a forest, or hears the water rushing down the brook, or feels the sun’s warmth on the back of his neck, Jin feels at home.

Jin will often share stories about his mother and his childhood. He even has a picture of himself when he was younger. For the longest time, he wanted to throw it away, but now he’s glad he kept it.

He waits for everyone else to fall asleep before he does. He already did that before without even realizing it, but now it’s just become a routine thing. Jin knows that he just can’t sleep unless everyone else is peacefully resting first.

Overall, you can tell he’s a much happier man when he’s with you, and now that he’s married and has a kid with you, Jin is just over the moon.

Lee Chaolan

There’ll be more lavish dinner dates than usual, which was already a lot to begin with.

Expect a bouquet of roses for every anniversary and Valentine’s Day. Not that he didn’t do this already, but again, you’ll receive more than you did before.

You’ll frequently have to attend business meetings and formal parties with him. Sometimes, the people there can be a little obnoxious, but hey, the food’s always really good. On top of that, you have the comfort of knowing that if anyone talks bad about you, they’re gonna have an angry Silver-Haired Demon to deal with.

Because you’ve been with Lee for a long time, you’ve already been introduced to most of his coworkers and staff members. Despite this fact, Lee can’t help but show you off to them, constantly telling them you’re his wife even though they know that already.

He always reminds you how excellent you are.

Just because you guys are married doesn’t mean that he still can’t sweep you off your feet. This man was and always will be a professional when it comes to charisma, and if you’re not careful, he could make you swoon or take your breath away in the blink of an eye.

Slow-dancing just because: “Hey Hachi, can you put on some music for me and my lovely wife?”

Speaking of which, he uses Hachi for a lot of things. It’s almost like you have an Alexa, but way funnier.

Lee will always fill you in on his latest projects and innovations. Sometimes, it’s something cool and you’re just as excited as he is. Other times, it’s very lame and you got to talk him out of making an investment he might regret later.

Like a prince, Lee will bend down and kiss the top of your hand before and after every night out. Once again, the man never ceases to exude charm.

Your daughter called him the Rizzler one time and he had no idea what that meant, so he decided to look it up. Needless to say, he lost a couple brain cells that day. (Sorry, this isn’t much of a headcanon, but I thought it was really funny.)

You’ll probably live in a smart home with some super advanced technology. It’s pretty cool, but sometimes you think it’s a little over-the-top. Like, do you really need a toilet that can talk to you? It's kinda creepy.

He’ll open up to you and only you about his traumatic childhood. It isn’t something he usually talks about with anyone, but he trusts you so much and wants you to know the truth about his experiences. 

You know that portrait of the historical figure with his face plastered on it? He’s currently trying to make one of you, too.

Lars Alexandersson

He’ll also be around far more often than he used to be. With more people helping him out with Yggdrasil, Lars will be able to make more time for you.

Considering he’s seen war with his own two beautiful blue eyes, Lars finds comfort in doing mundane tasks. In other words, he’d literally do all of the cooking and cleaning if you wanted him to. He doesn’t mind at all.

This also applies to dates and anniversaries. Lars is a simple guy, so it doesn’t take much to please him. He doesn’t need anything extravagant to celebrate your time together; as long as he’s with you, he’s more than happy.

His cooking is absolutely amazing, by the way. Not even Ikea could beat Lars’ special Swedish meatballs.

Now that you’re officially married, he’ll share all of his secret family recipes with you. If you didn’t know how to cook crayfish already, you do now.

Lars finds that he can relate a lot more to his fellow soldiers who have families of their own. Before, he could sympathize with them and tried his best to see the situation through their eyes. Lars understood what they were going through, but there was something missing that kept him from completely seeing the full picture. Now that he’s experiencing the same thing himself, that missing piece has found its place in his heart, and he completely understands every intricate feeling that comes with the situation.

If he has to be away for a while, he’ll call you every morning and night. If he doesn’t have time to call, then he’ll send a quick text message with a red heart at the end.

Alisa will become a close friend, always there to help you out in times of need. She’s fun to be around, and the two of you enjoy spending time together if Lars is away or if you just want some time away from home. You often find yourselves spending time inside the local cafe, talking about whatever comes to mind and watching the people go by.

Lars loves to read! Thrillers, fantasies, science-fiction—he’ll read it all! When he’s away, he doesn’t get much time to do it, and when he does, he doesn’t have easy access to much of anything, considering the base doesn’t have a library. To fix this, he’ll call you and ask if you could read a chapter or two of whatever he’s currently reading. If your daughter wants to join in too, that’s fine by him. Not only does he get to keep up with his book, but he also gets an excuse to hear your lovely voices.

On the subject of books, you have a giant library at home, complete with its own sliding ladder to reach stuff.

You’ll end up having a lot of deep conversations, especially during breakfast for whatever reason. Lars usually likes discussing his books, and often that leads into a conversation about deeper, larger thematic concepts. Since you often read to him, he’ll ask you about your thoughts on certain events, characters, etc. You might be treated to some historical facts as well. This might sound boring to some, but Lars has such a way with words that he makes it all sound really intriguing.

Goodnight kisses every night. Even when he’s away, Lars will kiss you through the phone. That goes for your daughter, too.

Lei Wulong

He honestly can’t believe that he’s made it to this stage. Every time he looks down at the ring, he can’t help but smile.

Unfortunately, his work schedule doesn’t change after you become his wife. If anything, he might take on more shifts just to give the two of you more financial support. Lei wants nothing but the best for you, and he wants to contribute as much as he can to keep a roof over your heads.

It’s not that he believes you can’t hold up your end. It’s that he wants to give you as stress-free of a life as possible. Lei will do anything for you, and he’d hate to see you upset in any way, especially if it’s because of something detrimental to your wellbeing.

For a while, it’s going to take a lot of convincing to get Lei to sit back and chill out. He needs to be reminded that marriage is a partnership and that he doesn’t need to overwork himself. You don’t mind working, and you want to make life easier for him as well. You hate seeing him so tired every time he comes home from a grueling shift, and it pains you not to see him very often.

Once he starts cooling down, Lei will spend far more time with you. Unless he’s working on a gripping case, he’s always helping around the house, taking care of the kid, and basically trying to make up for lost time.

When he’s out on the job, he’ll text you every so often to let you know that he’s okay. The only time he won’t do this is when he has to work overnights. He doesn’t want to risk disturbing you while you’re sleeping.

Little does he know, you’re not sleeping at all while he’s not there. Lei doesn’t take overnight shifts nearly as much as he used to, but on the rare occasions he does, it’s very difficult to sleep without him. Since he doesn’t text you at night, you’re often wrought with anxiety until he comes back in the morning. 

He feels horrible about stressing you out like that and gives you tons of kisses in the morning to show you he’s sorry. Y’all might even make love if you’re down for it.

This man can not cook. Before you met him, he somehow made a living off of Cup-O-Noodles and donuts for years. You still don’t know how he managed to scrape by without any major health problems, but you’re grateful it hasn’t happened. To this day, the only thing he knows how to make is instant packaged ramen. 

Despite being married for a while, it still amazes you that your lighthearted, laid-back husband can get so serious. Looking at pictures from his younger years, you can’t believe it’s the same guy. It’s insanely attractive.

Family dinners are never silent with Lei around. He could keep an entire conversation going all by himself. 

Movie night is almost every night, and more often than not, Lei will end up falling asleep with his head on your shoulder.

He gets super anxious whenever he sees a head of silvery-white hair. The possibility of Bryan Fury showing up anywhere near you scares him to death.

[clubdionysus]

[BAD DECISION #9] White

warnings: birdie time he he. honestly just very wholesome all round, but the embers are burningggg, they’re very wet! fantastic! (1) mention of Hang Sơn Đoòng (worlds biggest cave).

soundtrack: lemon - loco, hwasa; safety zone - j-hope

wc: 6k

bd total wc: 540k (on-going)

minors dni | AO3 | series masterlist 

It's mid-morning the following Monday when Jeongguk's message lands in your inbox. The sky is free of clouds, sun beating down on the windows of the subway carriage you're in. It's above ground, crossing the river.

Summer is reaching the end of its peak, but monsoons are still a looming threat. There have been weather warnings all month, but today seems okay. You've an umbrella tucked into your tote just in case, legs crossed as you flick through your notifications on the subway.

Three unread messages sit pretty at the top of your inbox.

Jeongguk: Still on for today?

Danbi: u, me, ryan reynolds in lycra, tonight. game?

Seokjin:  such a tease, you know i love those shorts on you - if memory serves me correctly they were off far more than they were on whenever you wore them ;) you around tonight?

Jeongguk is probably the only one who needs a reply, and yet you can't help but stare at Seokjin's message for a little longer than you should.

If Danbi knew you were texting him, she'd probably confiscate your phone, like your parents used to do during your teen years. Jeongguk would probably throw all your stupid little origami birds at you. Would hope you'd get a paper cut.

It'd be deserved, you think.

Jeongguk had wasted his entire Sunday on you as a result of Seokjin's carelessness. You didn't leave until Jimin had taken a nap on the couch at just gone six, your day full of mindless chatter and harmless distractions from Seokjin. It had been nice. Comforting.

And yet when you'd arrived home, a text had been waiting from Seokjin:

heyyy, sorry I had to rush off. didn't wanna wake you. you looked toooo cute. was so nice to see you again.

It's kind of embarrassing, the way your heart seemed to settle at the sight of it; like things were as they should be once more.

You told yourself that Seokjin hadn't meant to upset you. That it was all a big misunderstanding.

He said everything you wanted him to in that message. Said sorry. Maybe he didn't give you an excuse nor an explanation, but he did give you a compliment, and that had you giggling.

Had you thinking that maybe you'd been reactive, and were too highly strung. Perhaps he was never the issue. What if it was you?

Still, it's Jeongguk's message thread you tap through to instead - yeah, just on the subway now! we're still meeting there?

You contemplate whether or not you want to tell him that you've spoken to Seokjin later. He'll no doubt ask about him, with a sneer on his lips, nose upturned at the mere thought of him.

And so naturally, you know you'll lie. "No. Not heard from him."

It's not that you want to be dishonest. Not in the slightest.

You're no stranger to a white lie or two, but Jeongguk had scooped up all of your broken pieces in the early hours of yesterday morning, and tried to washi tape them back together - only for you to run straight back to the person holding a sledgehammer.

You don't want to be reckless with the care Jeongguk's afforded to you; it's just that while Jin's got a sledgehammer in one hand, it also looks like he's got super glue in the other. It's a little bit stronger than washi tape.

Especially Jeongguk's rolls of washi tape; which are the entire reason why you're spending your day off on the subway, and not tucked up in bed, instead.

Jeongguk had devised a plan following the fall of your origami bird, but had neglected to tell you exactly what that plan was.

Had said "look, I won't lie - I can't help you with this. Gimmie the evening to think of a plan, though? I'll text you later."

He'd texted you an address by the time you'd arrived home. Told you not to search it up; said he'd meet you there at midday. Kind of felt like a challenge, and you don't like losing - so you'd done as he'd said. Other than putting the address into Naver maps to find the route, you were none the wiser as to where you were headed.

The subway leads you to the outskirts of town. Down by the river, just a little further up from the arboretum you always tell yourself you should visit more often. You're local to the city, but it's so vast that there are still areas you aren't too familiar with. This is one of them. You know what's in the general area - the arboretum, an old water park, and some museums, but you've no idea what the exact address could be.

As you climb the stairs, you're regretful of the fact you actually listened to Jeongguk. Should have looked up the address beforehand. Seen what was about; what dress code would have been appropriate.

Denim shorts hug your curves, and a little white blouse sits prettily on your shoulders. You're making the most of the summer while it lasts; skin exposed, despite the judgement thrown your way by the ajummas you pass on the street.

A mirror selfie had been sent to Seokjin before you'd left the house, in reply to his collarbone-wielding, broad shoulder-baring bed selfie. His hair had been messy, and there was a little pink mark on his neck. You're pretty sure you left it there. Didn't wanna focus on it for too long just in case you realised that you... didn't.

There had been a little tactful positioning of your phone in front of your face when you took your photo. Had been covering your eyes. Hiding the glitter.

And it's funny, 'cause it's the first thing that Jeongguk notices when he spots you.

You're looking around, realising exactly where you are, a frown slowly forming. He'd expected nothing less. You always arrive with a small frown whenever he's around - but he also always manages to get you beaming, too. It's part of the charm that comes with being around Jeongguk. Bad moods dissolve into nothingness.

He smiles, just like he always does. Waves. Throws you not one, but two peace signs. His thin lips plumpen into a pout as he wiggles his shoulders, the ease of acting childishly coming naturally when he's around you.

"Aren't you a sight for sore eyes?" He glows as if he hadn't seen you less than twenty-four hours ago.

Strolling towards you, he ignores the slight scowl that's resting on your neat brows. Just continues smiling. All doe-eyed and dainty. Hopes you won't be able to resist breaking into a smile, too.

He likes your glitter today. It's just in the corners of your eyes. Thinks you look like a fairy.

"I'm wearing white!" is all you can say, a little exasperation clouding your words, before laughter begins to tumble from your lips whether you want it to or not. "You asshole! You should have warned me!"

Jeongguk's wearing all black. A pair of shorts, a long sleeve swimming shirt and one of his many oversized black t-shirts over the top. See, he's dressed according to his plans - the plans that he neglected to share with you.

But he's a man. How much can you really expect from him? You doubt he's ever had to run home in the middle of a thunderstorm with his arms crossed over his chest to protect his modesty. Doubt his eyes have ever felt the unwelcome intrusion of sodden mascara running into them.

"Oh, chill out, Disco Ball," he banters, rolling his eyes as he twiddles his lip ring with his tongue. He comes to a stop in front of you. Pouts. Pushes his lips to the side, and his cheek slowly rises like a freshly baked loaf of bread. "It's only a little water. Worst comes to the worst, we'll just buy you another shirt."

When Jeongguk says it's only a 'little water,' he's telling a big fat lie.

You're both well aware that 'little' is hardly the appropriate word to use.

Not when you're standing next to the entrance of the largest outdoor waterpark in the city.

You don't want to say definitively, but you think it might be the largest waterpark in the entire district. Biggest you've ever been to, that's for sure, not that you really make a habit of it.

"Look," he says. "You're the one who wrote the bird, not me. Blame yourself."

"And you're the one who didn't give me a dress code," you reply with a small scoff. He's unbelievable.

It's not like he was ever supposed to see your birds. Your intention had only ever been for the pair of you to vent out your frustration; to see them in black and white and maybe colour them in.

"You could have just looked at Naver. Seen where you were going."

"You told me not to!"

Jeongguk smirks to himself, a little pleased with how much you seem to have blindly trusted him. He also thinks it's incredibly foolish, and adds it to his list of things he needs to worry about in the future. While it's him that you're mindlessly following the orders of, it's okay, he supposes. Knows you're safe. Nothing to worry about right now.

"You'll be fine, Byeol," he says, hooking an arm around your neck, rubbing his knuckles against the crown of your head. You don't even bother to scramble away, sensing his grip tighten when your back edges out from his grasp. With arms like his, you're ensnared whether you like it or not. "You bring your bird?"

He keeps his arm locked around your neck, resting on your shoulders, but stands a little straighter as you head in direction of the waterpark. His relaxed posture allows you to rummage around in your tote bag for the small piece of folded paper. It's in the bottom, a little crumpled, but still quite clearly in bird form.

Jeongguk pinches it from you as soon as you retrieve it, not seeming to care much for the fact that it's your bird. You're locked in by his arms as he strengthens some of the creases that have fallen lax thanks to the lack of attention you'd been paying when you tossed it into the bag.

"You're gonna give yourself bad bird luck," he tells you. "Gotta preserve them, Byeol, or otherwise you'll never overcome your fears."

"I'm not really sure we'll be overcoming any fears today," you mutter in response.

He takes great offence to this. Tells you to 'stop being a negative Nancy', and that 'you'll never overcome your fears with an attitude like that'. You pinch him through his shirt. He recoils away from you, finally giving you a little room to breathe.

And then he calls you a goblin.

"That's rich," you snort, peering into your bag once again to get your wallet, shooing his hands away as he brings out his own wallet from his shorts pocket. "Nah, this is on me. My fear. I'll pay."

There's an attempt from him to protest, but you just tell the cashier you're paying for two, and there's very little he can do about it. He feels bad. This is, after all, his idea. He gave you no wiggle room. You wouldn't even be here if it wasn't for him.

A bathroom? Maybe.

But not here.

"Absolutely not," you had exclaimed yesterday afternoon after reading the bird. Jeongguk couldn't stop laughing. "Stop! You'll give me a complex."

He hadn't meant to find it so funny - he was just taken by surprise. It's a reflex.

"No, no," he cooed. "It's cute. Really sweet, actually. Should have told me last night. Could have actually done something about it."

It was at that point that you flicked him on the forehead. Told him to go touch some grass. Get his head out of his ass.

And then, finally, you told him, "You're never showering with me."

In typical Jeongguk fashion, he'd just smirked. Found your defensiveness funny. "And nor is anyone else, apparently."

The bird resting on Jeongguk's stomach was laying flat, open on your words:

SHOWER WITH SOMEONE ELSE.

He thinks it's the all caps that cracked him up so much. So aggressive. So cute. A bit like you.

Showers had been one of your favourite forms of intimacy during past relationships. You'd even found it fun with casual hookups.

But now?

Feels forbidden. Tarnished. Dirty.

It's almost as if someone else running their hands over your skin beneath the water will rid you of the stain that Seokjin left - and if you're not his, whose are you?

It's stupid because you don't belong to anyone but yourself. You'd spent months resenting the removal of your identity, but now that you have the chance to reclaim it, you're still letting his mark remain.

You had told Jeongguk later that afternoon - with absolute certainty - that he'd never be facing that fear with you, only for him to say, "it doesn't have to be that big of a deal. I'll prove it to you."

And now he's trying to do exactly that.

He leads as you follow and make your way into the park. It's been a fair few years since your last visit, but it always looks the same; paint work a little tatty, white watermarks tarnishing pipes, and slightly dated equipment available for hire. In fact, you think the inflatables sitting pretty and ready for renting might be the same ones you used as a child on family trips.

"Still don't understand how on earth this is supposed to help me with my fear of intimacy," you speak softly once Jeongguk is done telling you about the tallest waterslide in the world. It's in Brazil, and he insists that he doesn't understand why on earth they called it Kilimanjaro when it's not even remotely close in height nor geographical location.

You tell him he's pedantic and he smiles as if you've just given him a gold star.

"It's helping because we're making it less scary," Jeongguk states all very plainly. Seems simple to him. His logical mind leaps from A to B, while yours is still spiralling round and round like a hula-hoop. "What do you do in the shower?"

"When I'm with someone else?" You raise a brow. "Not sure I want to say it out loud in a kid's waterpark."

"Oh, ew, no, not that part. I mean the basics," he sighs, before choosing just to answer for you. "You get wet. That's the first hurdle."

"Gguk, that's barely even the first meter," you counter. "And after that? There's still a billion hurdles left to jump."

"Well, you have to start somewhere, don't you?" He nudges his shoulder against yours, before spotting the concessions store up ahead. "See. Told you you'd be able to buy a shirt. Here."

He hands you his wallet, only for you to pass it right back.

"It's good, I'll get it."

"I dragged you here."

"And I'm the one who made that stupid bird," you laugh. "It's fine. Tell you what though, if they only have ugly shirts, you're gonna have to get one too. Can't be doing this alone."

"Watcha mean?"

"Well look at you," you shrug, as if it's plainly obvious. "You're in all black and - not that I agree with this, but - I'm sure some people will find you 'okay' looking. You know all the yummy mummies are gonna be swooning over you instead of looking after their kids."

"Swooning?" He grins with a small chortle. "Are you trying to insinuate something, Byeol?"

You gasp, and take a step away from him. "Are you saying I look like a mother?"

This, he decides rather quickly, is dangerous. You almost sound like you're flirting. It's not that he doesn't enjoy it, just that he knows he shouldn't indulge himself and yet-

"Maybe I'm into MILFs."

You've a remarkably good poker face. He can't tell if you're actually annoyed, until you look at him with a small smile. It's hidden by the sultry, tempestuous expression you're throwing his way, but definitely still there.

"So first I'm a mother, and now you wanna fuck me? Well, aren't you full of surprises?"

If there's one thing Jeongguk enjoys, it's a girl who knows how to twist words. Regretfully, it always gets him thinking about other ways they could twist their tongues. The thoughts are unsavoury. Sordid. Lewd.

But you're you.

You're off-limits, and he knows better than to play with fire. He needs to get you wet.

Just, like, not in that way.

"I'll put you under that fountain if you don't stop twisting my words," he asserts as you walk through the park. To your right is a pool, with bright slides twisting in all directions around it. Families play, and laughter prevails. It's nice.

To your left is a row of spouting fountains for kids to run through, water pitter-pattering against the warm concrete floor. They're tall enough that even Jeongguk could stand beneath them without issue. You always think they look like reverse umbrellas; water pouring where protection should be.

Puddles of water interrupt the walkway, but neither of you care all that much.

"Maybe if you got your head out your ass and stopped flirting-"

"Not flirting."

You scoff as sarcasm wraps itself around your words. "Yeah, and I'm a MILF."

He pauses. Stops walking. Laughs.

"Right," Jeongguk says. "That's it."

It's said in a tone so light and airy that you almost don't realise he's wrapping his arms around you with a grip tight enough to crack a rib. Your playful shrieks are ignored by other park visitors, chalked up to you being a pair of young lovers enjoying the frivolity of a waterpark together.

"I'm in white!" is your final cry before he pulls you under the cascade of a fountain with him.

The worst part of it, you think, is how goddamn happy he sounds, laughing at your misery.

"And I told you to stop twisting my words, Byeol," he says like the bastard he is, while you struggle against him again. Finally releasing you, he keeps a clasp on your wrists to prevent you from straying. "You made your choice."

"I made no such thing," you wail, but the stream of water has you spluttering - and then you're laughing.

Laughing just like he is; like how you imagine Galileo would have laughed when he first pointed his telescope skyward, and saw the rings of Saturn. It's unadulterated. Blissful. Pure.

Jeongguk loosens his grip on your wrists. He rests his elbows on your shoulders, using his hands to create a barrier between the stream of water and your eyes. There's glitter on your cheeks, now, forced to part way with your eyes thanks to the water pressure, and Jeongguk finds himself grinning at how you manage to look like a party even in the middle of the day.

Perhaps he's a lot more like Galileo than you first thought. Maybe he's laughing because he's looking at the stars, too.

Water barrels down on the pair of you, soaking your hair, your clothes, your skin. It's heavy, the pressure of the fountain far heavier than a shower, but you suppose the outcome is the same.

You don't want to look at Jeongguk with anything but moderate vexation, and yet there's a fond smile tugging at your lips.

Strands of wet hair stick to his face, droplets catching on his lashes and falling down his cheeks. He shakes like a dog caught out in the rain, only to continue getting drenched because he doesn't move from the fountains trajectory. It'd be so easy for him to just manoeuvre himself out of the fountain's direct line and hold you in place, but he chooses to be caught up in it, too. Chooses to be with you. Experience with you.

You'd done his bird together. Only fair for him to do yours with you.

"You still scared, Byeol?" Jeongguk asks, voice quiet beneath the water pummeling down on you both, and yet it has your attention loud and clear.

You want to banter back, say something that will get tripping on his words just like you seem to be - but the rope tied around your ankles seems to be around your tongue, too. Instead, you just shake your head.

"See," he smiles, now. Pulls a hand away from your forehead to wipe at his. Puts it back. "Are showers really that scary?"

And then you do laugh. "It's not a shower. You know it isn't even close."

His face scrunches, water catching in all of his little ridges.

He'll admit the water is annoying. Keeps having to close his eyes. It's bothersome, and it's not like he even cares for boundaries anymore at this point, so-

Fuck it.

His pinkies are against your forehead, index fingers outward. He lowers his head, mirroring you. Rests his forehead against his index fingers. Swears. Can finally fucking see.

And now that he can?

He's looking at you.

With his head angled to such a degree that your chins couldn't be further apart, you still manage to fool yourself to believe that your lashes could brush.

"It's as close as we'll get to one," he counters. "You are showering with another person."

"I'm under a stream of water with another person."

"And how is that any different to showering with someone?"

He isn't stupid. He knows the answer. Knows that you're pedantic enough to go into all the clauses and stipulations that would ever stop this from being classed as a shower - and so he doesn't let you.

Instead, he pulls away, grabbing your wrist as he does so. Leads you further into the park with a smile so big you're surprised he doesn't dislocate his jaw.

"That's the hard part done," he assures you. "You've had a shower with someone. Say thank you."

There's an acute awareness between you both that he's not helped you to overcome your fear in the slightest - but he does have you laughing as you walk through the park, absolutely sodden, without a single care in the world. You're not even bothered by the fact your black bra is visible through the soaked fabric of your shirt.

See, Jeongguk's gotten you relaxed in a situation when you know you'd typically be frantic. He's taking the pressure off. Got you giggling. Got you facing a fear, even if it's not exactly how he set out to do so, nor the fear in question.

In his defence, he really had thought his contrived little plan would count. He'd have never insisted on actually taking a shower with you. He understands why you consider them so intimate. He does, too. Something about the vulnerability really gets him. It's not even the sex that inevitably comes with one that makes him weak at the knees.

He thinks of the girl who folded paper butterflies for him, and how he'd shampoo her hair, chest pressed to her back, and the fact it was in the confines of his bathroom that he realised he was in love with her.

So, Jeongguk gets it. It's why he wouldn't even consider anything but his dumb little waterpark shower as a remedy of your insecurities. He hopes a lesson is learned even if a fear isn't overcome: you can let down your guard without giving up all of you.

What it comes down to, you think, is that Jeongguk isn't a taker. He's not a giver, either, really - but when your walls start to crack and crumble, he doesn't intrude. Stands at a safe distance. Offer you back your bricks. Most men you knew would see a weakness in your defences and claim what's yours as their own.

He's not always been this way. Used to have a 'what's yours is mine' understanding of his relationships, too.

His butterfly girl had taught him that no, just because he was given temporary access to something didn't mean it was his. He'd learnt the hard way after he'd always swapped his heart with hers, not realising she'd ever want it back.

And so while Jeongguk will never fully understand whatever you went through - not unless you choose to share it with him - he can empathise. Treat you how he wished someone would have treated him while he was still healing.

As the clouds migrate across the sky, fluffy white shapes occasionally hiding the careful watch of the sun, the day rolls into stupid competitions and races down the tallest slides in the park. The reason you'd ended up here doesn't seem to matter.

Jeongguk races you to the top of the slides again, and again, and again, just to try and beat you down them. He never wins.

Not until you hold back by just a millisecond.

It's just enough to give him a slight edge, and have him roaring in victory - "ha! suck it! loser!" - as he slaps at the water, a smile larger than Hang Sơn Đoòng eclipsing any desire you had to win. You'll let him have this one. Let him have one victory.

The haze of late-afternoon sun grazes down on the pair of you, while you lounge by the 'adults-only' pool area. A lot of families have gone home already, but sometimes it's nice to be away from the shrieks of kids messing about in the water.

You're not exactly the maternal type. In fact, Jeongguk's the one who's been pointing out how cute the kids are in their little armbands and sprout hairstyles. He's not wrong. They're incredibly adorable - you're just not that naturally inclined to go 'awww'.

It's all swings and roundabouts, though. Getting away from kids meant being surrounded by, well, some less wholesome auras.

Jeongguk thinks he notices it first; the unwelcome gaze of a middle-aged man. He's felt it for a little while. Upwards of ten minutes. Thinks you're none the wiser. Tries to figure out what's so fucking interesting. Stares him out a little bit - but is ignored.

See, the man - who is probably old enough to be your father - isn't looking at Jeongguk at all. Too busy staring at you, and that shirt of yours which is still yet to dry out. You're on your back, sunning yourself, clothes sodden and sticking to your skin.

Jeongguk thinks you look no different to anyone else in the park. It's typical to wear regular clothes in places like these. Would be more shocking if you were in a bikini. And so while yes, he has noticed the fact your bra is dark, he couldn't tell you the colour because he's been trying not to look. Actively avoiding it, actually.

Annoyance isn't something that Jeongguk's ever been able to hide well.

As he sucks in a little bit of air between his teeth and mutters a small curse to himself, you glance over.

"Hmm?" you ask.

It's not like you don't know the man's staring. You had warned Jeongguk about your attire earlier. Was always gonna happen. He just hadn't realised that this was the reason why you'd been so insistent about the fact he was an asshole for not giving you a dress code.

Realistically, you could have bought a second shirt - but the pair of you got distracted. Didn't care so much when you were laughing and joking about how you both look like rats with your hair all wet.

"Here," he says, tugging on his shirt at the nape of his neck. There's resistance, the weight of the water dragging against his skin, but he pays it no mind as he pulls the shirt over his head. You're still laying down on your back, and turn onto your front with a small grin.

"Y'know if I really was all that bothered, I'd just do this," you say, talking about your change in position. It's not that you want the man to stare - you just know he will regardless. Know that your shorts have ridden up a little, and so he's getting a whole new type of show.

Jeongguk doesn't laugh. Smiles, but doesn't let it reach his eyes. Leans over and drapes the fabric of his shirt over the top of your legs. Over your ass. "You'll burn."

"I'm wearing suncream," you purr, knowing that this has nothing to do with keeping your skin safe.

And so Jeongguk just shrugs. Considers staying silent. Chooses not to.

"He might wanna stare, Byeol," he almost growls beneath his breath, feigning indifference through his body language. "But I don't."

"You saying you can't help yourself?" You tease, to which he just rolls his eyes and lays back down.

"I can help myself perfectly well," he says, tongue flicking against the inside of his cheek. "Just didn't finish my sentence."

"Oh?" you chirp with great curiosity.

There's a boldness to the way you're engaging in conversation with him. Makes you realise that Jeongguk is just the same as any other boy. He can see you as a sexual object, apparently. Just chooses not to. It's all very interesting.

"He might wanna stare, Byeol," he repeats, crossing his arms over his torso, a defensiveness to his posture, even when he's flat on his back. "But I don't want him to."

Though his eyes remain closed, Jeongguk can hear you move to sit on your knees.

Your back is to the sleazebag, Jeongguk shirt bunching by your heels. You pull it around and bundle it in your lap, mouth resting open in a slight stare of shock.

Unspoken words beg for him to look at you.

But he doesn't. Keeps his eyes firmly shut. Grins. Just says, "Lie back down, Byeol."

The worst part is that you want to. You really do. When his voice is that low, the look on his face that cocky, you want to fold like a sheet of fucking origami paper. Have him bending you about like one of those damn birds.

But then you take a second to think, and realise you're no better than that guy who is still staring at you so intensely you're surprised he doesn't burst a blood vessel. Makes you feel bad. Guilty.

So instead you toss Jeongguk his shirt back and, as you stand, say, "I've a fear of intimacy, Jeongguk. No fear in telling men to fuck off."

He's not surprised by your response. Quite amused by it. Sits up on his elbows. Watches with curiosity as you walk away from him - and then is stunned to see you beeline for the man.

It's the kind of thing he'd see in a movie, background characters slowing to a stop, time ceasing to move except for the leading lady.

And then you're pointing. Accusing. Jeongguk's not sure of what - he can't hear you from this far away - but he knows it isn't nice. Watches the blood drain from the man's face. He's ghostly. And then it all returns, red and raw, with such a vengeance he's surprised blood doesn't start leaking from his nose.

When you turn on your heel, Jeongguk observes with morbid novelty at the scene unfolding; the intense shame on the man's face and the pure brilliance on yours.

"Men," you sigh, as you sit back down next to him. Mirroring his position, you're up on your elbows until you casually let yourself fall back into your original position. "Sorry, where were we? You told me to lie down? Done."

Jeongguk doesn't say anything. Just grins. Collapses back down, too. Doesn't tell you to cover up. Knows better.

Doesn't shut up about it for the rest of the day, though.

Relays the story to you as if you weren't there - weren't central to it - with so much animation that you think he might turn into a cartoon on the subway home.

He's still talking about it between the part where he invites you back for dinner - "Jimin's gonna be in but it's cool. We haven't eaten all day, you must be starving." - and the part where he stands by your door, taking a whole twenty minutes to say goodbye.

You've declined the offer. Told him it'd be a bit weird seeing Jimin. Wouldn't know how to explain it. Jeongguk just says "of course, yeah, you're right. Didn't even think of that. My bad."

There's a little silence afterwards. You know why. It's rejection. Not romantic, nor for anything serious, but it's still the same difference. He'd spent the day trying to help you break down walls only for you to put your bricks on top of his.

It's as he's heading down your stairs (after his fifteenth and final 'bye') that you realise how rude you've been. Just 'cause you wouldn't feel entirely welcome at his doesn't mean he's not welcome at yours.

"Hey, wait a sec! Danbi's home, but do you wanna eat here?" You chance. "We don't have much in, but I can order or we can-"

"My God, I thought you'd never ask," he grins immediately turning on his heel and back towards you. "So hungry I might die."

"You won't."

"I could."

The pair of you bicker as you enter your apartment, Danbi glancing up from the sofa. She looks at you, then looks at Jeongguk, and takes a second to place his face. Definitely knows it - and then it clicks.

She considers asking why the fuck your favourite barman is following you in. He's known within the confines of your apartment as the Barman That Smiles (more commonly referred to as BTS boy), Jeongguk's name a secret just for you to know. Danbi doesn't realise all of those nights you waste are the bar are wasted on him, nor does she realise he's the reason you snuck off the other night.

What she does wonder, however, is if this is all part of your master-get-revenge-on-Seokjin-plan.

Instead of voicing any of these queries, she settles on "what are we having for dinner?"

You shrug. "Ask Jeongguk. He's paying."

He raises a brow as if to question your assertion - only for him to cough up the bill for the pizza delivery that feeds the three of you through a Deadpool rewatch.

When he leaves, Danbi tells him he has to come back next week for Deadpool 2. You grin as you walk him out.

"She just wants you to pay for more food," you tell and he nods. Says he knows.

But then he calls back over to Danbi, "See you next week."

She does a little cheer, and it's all very sweet. They get on well. His humour is welcome in your apartment, and so is his presence. Danbi also hopes it means she'll get more free drinks next time she's at the club.

"She'll play you like a damn fiddle if you let her," you warn just out of her earshot.

"Good," he grins. "We can double date with you and Jimin."

You tell him to fuck off - but also insist that he lets you know when he gets home. The way you care about him is so casual that it feels as if it's been this way for years.

As he heads on home, Jeongguk kind of hopes it will be. Hopes it's the kind of friendship that stands the test of time. Worries that he shouldn't take the flirting too far - but then he's distracted by the little fleck of glitter on the top of his hand. His thoughts are lost, a smile unwinding on his lips as he strolls back to his place.

The skies are void of stars tonight, and yet, for the first time in months, Jeongguk's eyes are full of them.

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Airheaded S/O Headcannons: Just a bunch of head cannons of characters (mostly anime) who I feel would thrive with a very stupid, yet incredibly strong S/O

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Hunter x Hunter

Multi chapter fics

Moon and Sun:(Platonic) Older reader goes soft after unexpectedly looking out for two boys. Whether it be troubled past or mutant ants, their promise to protect will never waiver.

🔞Forgiveness and Acceptance:

It's been a little over a year since the Chimera Ant Incident. A year since you'd made that fateful decision to run away during the fight with Pitou, leaving Kite behind in the process. A year of trying to cope with the aftermath. Blaming yourself for his death and subsequent resurrection, coming back as the very creature that had ended his life. Trying to navigate through your relationship with guilt weighing heavy on your shoulders. So much so that you'd do just about anything for him. Kite however, doesn't view your relationship through the same negative light you do.(Confirmed sequel to Moon and Sun.)

🔞Sandwiched Between:Getting a little too drunk, you and your friends start getting frisky. Unfortunately for you, you're sandwiched between a man who wants to ruin you and another who treats you like glass. PART 1 2

🔞Love Me Like I'm Your Last: A quickie with Kite leads to more than you expected. PART 1 2 3

One shots/Headcannons/Drabbles

🔞Med School Won't Pay for Itself: In which Leorio seeks a different means to make money for med school

Why MaS Reader Doesn't Get Along With Kurapika

🔞Kite with an S/O on Their Period

Kite As A Dad

Kurapika with a Phantom Troupe Hating S/O

HxH Men Throwing Down with their S/O's Plushies

Kurapika With An S/O Who Hunts Down Their Family

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Yu Yu Hakusho

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Not so Bad: The gang find a small, frazzled reader after being sent to stop a demon trafficking ring. Upon arriving to the location, they quickly realized everyone was dead, everyone except you. Reader is taken in and becomes attached to a particular demon with three eyes. PART 1 2

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Just Friends: In which our favorite fox realizes something while you tend to his wounds

Hiei Courting Headcannons: How our favorite three eyes demon courts Reader

Stubborn: In which our two favorite demons tend to and scold Reader for being careless during a fight.

Hands Off: What happens when someone tries to woo Hiei's very stupid S/O. What happens when they move in to kiss. Absolute madness is what.

Hiei with a Tall S/O

Reactions to Reader Being Hit On and Going to Them for Protection

Yu Yu Hakusho Men Receiving Flowers

Revelations: It's no secret Kurama's soft on you. But when his demon form finally sees the light after hundreds of years, the fact only further cements itself.

Jin With A Human Bookworm S/O

Hiei Bringing His Airheaded S/O To Demon World

Kurama With An S/O Who Loves Plants

Yu Yu Hakusho Men Reacting To Their S/O Singing

Hiei and Kurma Seeing Their S/O at the Dark Tournament

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[lynnettys-world]

CALM AFTER THE STORM |BTS OT7 X READER| HYBRID AU (M)

{Chapter Fourteen - The Acts Of Power}

Pairing: OT7 BTS!HYBRID X FEM!HUMAN READER

Kim Namjoon: Black Mackenzie Valley Alpha wolf

Kim Soekjin: White Alpha Lion

Min Yoongi: White Alpha Jaguar

Jung Hosoek: Alpha Snow Leopard

Park Jimin : Alpha Albino Cobra

Kim Taehyung: Alpha White/ Bleached Tiger

Jeon Jungkook: Alpha Black Panther

Reader: Heaven Valentino Human

Status: Ongoing

RATED (M) FOR MATURE

words: 4.9K!

WARNING: EVENTUAL SMUT, BLOOD GORE, DETAILED GRAPHIC DESCRIPTION, ABUSE (ALL FORMS), PROFANITY, VIOLENCE, MENTIONS OF SUICIDE, CHARACTER DEATH(MINOR), SADOMASOCHISM ACTS, MENTIONS OF BDSM, ETC...

CHAPTER WARNING: This chapter includes degradation and hate. (Mild/non-triggering)

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MATERIALIST

Jungkook's POV

The evening sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm glow through the large windows of our home. It was time for a celebration, and nothing felt more appropriate than a lavish dinner to mark Heaven's recent success.

As I walked down the hallway, the excitement buzzed in the air like static electricity, each of us gearing up for the evening ahead.

I stepped into my room, glancing at the mirror as I began to pull on my tailored suit. The fabric felt luxurious against my skin, the deep black color reflecting my inner strength. I buttoned the crisp white shirt beneath, adjusting the collar to sit just right.

The jacket was a perfect fit, tailored to accentuate my lean muscles, giving me an aura of confidence that I hoped would carry through the night.

After securing my watch, I ran a hand through my dark hair, tousling it just enough to look effortlessly stylish. I felt a spark of pride as I glanced at my reflection—a fierce black panther ready to take on the world.

I heard a commotion from down the hall. Namjoon Hyung's deep voice rumbled, echoing through the house, accompanied by Jin Hyung's melodic laughter. I couldn't help but smile, knowing that my brothers were just as eager to make an impression tonight.

I made my way towards Jin Hyung's bathroom, where the sounds of shuffling and playful banter greeted me.

Inside, Namjoon Hyung stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the lapels of his midnight blue suit. The rich fabric clung to his muscular frame, emphasizing his broad shoulders and imposing stature. With his black shirt and a silver tie that sparkled like stars, he looked every bit the alpha wolf he was.

His expression was serious, but a flicker of excitement danced in his eyes

"Ready to show these humans how it's done?" He asked, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.

"Always," I replied, throwing him a wink as I grabbed my phone, snapping a quick picture of the moment to capture the anticipation we all felt.

Jin Hyung stepped out from behind the door, his appearance immediately stealing the spotlight. The white lion had chosen a tailored cream suit that highlighted his soft features and golden mane. His shirt was a light pastel pink, contrasting beautifully with his warm skin tone, giving him an almost ethereal glow.

He ran a hand through his hair, a playful grin on his face as he admired his reflection.

"I'm definitely winning 'Best Dressed' tonight," Jin Hyung announced with an exaggerated flair, posing dramatically before us.

Hoseok Hyung entered, fashionably late, his suit a crisp white that highlighted his lean frame. The fitted jacket hugged his shoulders perfectly, and the subtle silver accents in his tie and cufflinks added a touch of elegance.

He flashed a charming smile, his energy contagious, "You all look fantastic! Let's make them remember us."

In another room, Tae-Hyung was already clad in a stunning black tuxedo. The jacket was adorned with intricate white diamond patterned strips that echoed the stripes of his tiger form.

He turned to us, his playful demeanor radiating confidence as he posed in front of the mirror, showcasing the fitted pants that accentuated his long legs. "Aren't I just the definition of fierce?" he asked, winking at himself.

As we made our way downstairs, we could hear Jimin Hyung's laughter echoing from his room. When he emerged, all eyes turned to him, our charming albino cobra hybrid. His sleek black suit was complemented by a striking silver shirt that gleamed under the soft lighting.

The contrast made his pale skin almost luminescent. His hair, styled perfectly, framed his face, enhancing the striking features that made him look every bit the enchanting seducer he was.

"What? You all thought I wouldn't look good?" he teased, a playful smile tugging at his lips.

Yoongi Hyung entered last, his aura cool and detached, embodying the essence of a white jaguar. His all-black suit was minimalist but incredibly sharp, matching his enigmatic persona.

The way he carried himself exuded confidence without arrogance, a blend of power and mystery that was impossible to ignore. His gaze flickered to us, a small smirk on his face as he assessed our attire, "Are we ready to make a scene?"

With a collective nod, we headed towards the door, the anticipation building with every step. The soft hum of the car engine greeted us as we climbed into the vehicle, the plush leather seats enveloping us in comfort.

As we approached the restaurant, the shimmering lights reflected off the glossy facade, illuminating the entrance like a beacon. The lavish exterior promised an evening of luxury, but we were more than ready to step inside.

The car doors opened, and as we stepped out, I felt the eyes of the world on us. The night air was cool against my skin, invigorating and electrifying. We moved in unison, heads held high, confident and proud. This was our moment.

As we entered, the atmosphere shifted. Conversations faded as the patrons turned their attention towards us, whispers echoing through the opulent space.

The murmurs carried a mix of shock and disdain, the uncomfortable recognition of hybrids dressed in expensive suits, striding through the realm that had always considered us beneath them.

I could feel the tension in the air, a tightrope stretched taut between us and the humans around us. Namjoon Hyung led the way, his presence commanding respect, while I felt the subtle shifts in our group—the way Jimin Hyung clenched his fists and Tae-Hyung's posture tightened.

"Table for Eleven under the name Heaven Valentino," Namjoon said confidently to the maître d', who stuttered slightly as he gestured for us to follow him. Our footsteps echoed on the marble floor, each step a declaration of our defiance against the prejudices that surrounded us.

The restaurant was a tapestry of elegance, with lavish chandeliers hanging overhead and plush seating that screamed opulence. We were seated at a large table adorned with crisp white linens and glimmering glassware, the perfect setting for our celebration.

As we settled in, I could see the humans around us casting wary glances, some with overt disdain.

My heart raced with an unfamiliar mix of exhilaration and tension.

Tonight was not just about celebrating Heaven's success, it was a chance to defy the societal norms that sought to belittle us.

The tension in the air was palpable as we settled at our table, the rich aroma of gourmet dishes swirling around us. But it wasn't just the food that filled the space, it was the heavy weight of judgment and disdain from the surrounding patrons.

I could feel their eyes on us, dissecting our every move as if we were a spectacle meant for their amusement.

At first, I tried to ignore it, focusing on my brothers and the camaraderie we shared. But as I glanced around, I caught sight of a group of wealthy humans at a nearby table, their laughter hollow and mocking. I could see their sneers, the way their lips curled in disgust at our presence.

They were used to having hybrids on leashes, conditioned to view us as mere possessions, and now that we stood before them—dressed impeccably and exuding confidence—it made them uneasy.

"Look at them," one man sneered, loud enough for us to hear. "Dressed like they own the place. Pathetic."

I clenched my fists under the table, my instincts urging me to respond. But I held back, waiting to see how my brothers would react.

Author's POV

The atmosphere shifted dramatically as the comments echoed around the restaurant, the hushed whispers rising into a crescendo of derision. It was a blatant display of arrogance from those who thrived on the suffering of hybrids.

One particularly pompous figure, dressed in a tailored suit that screamed entitlement, stood up from his seat, pointing a finger at the boys.

"You think you can just walk in here, acting like you belong? Fucking lab rats" he spat, his face twisted with contempt. "You're nothing but glorified pets. Know your place!"

The tension in the room was electric as the boys exchanged glances. Jungkook, Namjoon, and Taehyung stood tall, their expressions calm yet fierce. An invisible line had been drawn, and they were ready to defend their dignity.

"Do you really want to test that theory?" Taehyung replied, his voice smooth and dangerously low, a chilling calmness radiating from him that seemed to fill the space. The air grew heavier, and even the humans nearby felt the shift, their bravado faltering.

The man's eyes flickered with uncertainty, but he quickly masked it with arrogance. "What are you going to do? You don't even deserve to sit at this table!"

His friends chuckled nervously, but there was an underlying tension that suggested they recognized the brewing storm.

Namjoon leaned forward, his expression shifting from calm to predatory. "Careful who you mess with. You might find that we're not as easy to handle as you think."

The words hung in the air, thick and charged. The man's bravado cracked slightly, the glimmer of fear seeping through his facade.

The scent of his anxiety wafted through the air, and Jungkook, ever attuned to the nuances of emotion, could feel it. The other hybrids picked up on it too, their predatory instincts kicking in.

Suddenly, one of the man's friends, emboldened by liquid courage, pulled out a taser, the metallic glint catching the light.

"Let's see how tough you are when you're shocked," he taunted, taking a step forward, a smirk plastered on his face.

Before Jungkook could react, Yoongi's instincts kicked in. With a swift movement, he rose from his seat, eyes narrowed, and lunged forward, knocking the taser from the man's hand in one fluid motion. The device clattered to the floor, and the air became thick with tension.

"Try to touch him again, and you'll regret it," Yoongi warned, grabbing the man by the collar and dragging him against the wall with surprising force.

The sound of fabric tearing and a gasp of shock echoed in the room, silencing the chatter. The fear was palpable as the man's friends stepped back, shock replacing their bravado.

"Is this how you treat hybrids?" Yoongi's voice was low and menacing, sending chills down the spines of those watching.

"With violence and humiliation? You have no idea who you're dealing with."

The man's face paled as he realized he had crossed a line.

"I—I was just joking," he stammered, trying to maintain some semblance of pride, but his voice wavered, betraying him.

"Jokes can cost you," Jin interjected, stepping forward to stand beside Yoongi, his gaze steady and unwavering. "Especially when they involve us. We are not toys for your amusement."

The tension crackled in the air, a storm ready to unleash itself. Namjoon, standing close by, kept a watchful eye on the situation, ready to intervene if things escalated further.

Just then, the door swung open, and Heaven entered, her presence instantly commanding attention. With her brothers—Andre, Marcus, and Dante—flanking her, she cut an imposing figure, radiating authority and strength.

Her elegant dress flowed around her like liquid silver, the fabric hugging her curves and accentuating her stature.

"What the hell is going on here?" Heaven's voice sliced through the tension, sharp and unyielding. Her eyes darted to Yoongi, still gripping the man's collar, and then to the rest of the group, assessing the scene.

The atmosphere shifted as the people around realized who had just entered the fray. There was an immediate fear that rippled through the crowd, they knew Heaven was part of an influential family, her connections far-reaching.

The rumors of her empire—powerful enough to make anyone rethink their actions—echoed in their minds

"Let him go, Yoongi," she commanded, her tone leaving no room for argument. There was a simmering intensity in her gaze as she turned to the trembling man. "You should be careful about who you pick fights with."

The tension in the room hung thick, but the boys remained grounded beside her, their collective strength pulsating through the space. Heaven's brothers took their positions, ready to protect her and their family, the bond they shared unbreakable.

The man, realizing he was in the presence of people untouchable, released a shaky breath, his pride crumbling under the weight of Heaven's authority.

"I—" he began but faltered, his words dying in the air.

"Consider this a warning," she said, her voice steady and unwavering. "If I hear about any of you mistreating my boys again, you'll have more to worry about than your pathetic jokes."

The remaining patrons watched in awe, the sight of Heaven standing her ground an example of her power and resolve. The air was thick with drama, suspense, and the undeniable tension that had now become the backdrop of the evening.

After the tumultuous confrontation, Heaven strode confidently to their reserved table, a serene smile adorning her face. The boys, still buzzing from the earlier encounter, settled back down, the tension dissipating like mist in the sun.

The surrounding patrons, many still in shock or hurriedly leaving the restaurant, faded into the background as Heaven's calming presence filled the space

"Sorry for the disruption, boys," she said sweetly, her tone light and playful as she took her seat beside Jungkook.

"I hope you didn't scare them too badly." Jungkook smirked, his confidence renewed. "Maybe they deserved it," he replied, his eyes twinkling mischievously.

"It's not every day someone gets dragged against a wall by a hybrid."

"Or threatened by a white jaguar," Yoongi added, a hint of pride in his voice. "You should have seen the look on his face. It was priceless."

Heaven chuckled softly, her laughter brightening the atmosphere. "You boys certainly know how to make a statement. I'm proud of you," she said, her voice filled with warmth.

Dante, leaning back casually in his chair, interjected with a cheeky grin. "Just wait until you see how we dance after dinner. That'll really blow their minds.

"Oh please, no," Jimin laughed, feigning horror. "The last time we danced in public, we nearly broke the floor."

"Hey, that was a one-time thing!" Taehyung protested, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "And it was just a little enthusiastic."

"Just a little?" Namjoon shook his head, a teasing smile on his lips. "More like a lot, and I'm still recovering from the embarrassment."

As the waiter approached, they placed their orders—exotic dishes that showcased the rich flavors of Italian cuisine. Heaven made sure to order something special for each of them, her thoughtful nature shining through as she asked about their preferences.

"Alright, but if you get anything with extra cheese, I'm going to judge you," Jungkook teased, poking Taehyung with a playful nudge.

"I'm not ashamed of my love for cheese!" Taehyung shot back, grinning widely.

"Just remember, you'll need to bring the breath mints," Heaven chimed in with a playful wink, and the table erupted into laughter, the camaraderie palpable.

Amidst the banter, Marcus leaned in, his expression suddenly serious. "You really showed them, sis. I'm glad you were there and that the guys stood up for themselves."

"Of course, me too" she replied, her smile softening. "I'll always have your backs, no matter what. Just like you boys." She glanced around the table, her eyes shining with affection.

After their orders were placed and the conversation flowed freely, the laughter echoed around the table, blending warmth with the remnants of tension from earlier. They shared stories, light-hearted jabs, and laughter that was bright enough to overshadow any lingering tension.

As their meals arrived, Heaven clinked her glass against the others. "To family," she declared, her voice steady and firm.

"No matter what we face, we'll face it together."

The boys echoed the sentiment, their voices blending harmoniously. "Together," they chorused, raising their glasses.

Once dinner wrapped up and they quickly left and headed back home upon arriving, Heaven felt a buzz in her purse, signaling a message from her assistant, Jay.

"Boys, I need to step away for a moment. Please excuse me," she said, excusing herself to her room.

The boys nodded, understanding her need for privacy. Heaven took the elevator to he room, her heart racing as she answered the call.

"Jay, what's going on?" she asked, her tone shifting from light-hearted to businesslike.

Meanwhile in the living room, the boys lounged comfortably, the mood still buoyant. "So, what movie are we watching?" Jungkook asked, leaning back and stretching his arms.

"Something scary, I hope," Taehyung replied, his eyes glinting with excitement. "I love a good scare!"

"Only if you promise not to scream and bleed our ears out," Jimin teased, nudging him playfully.

"I make no promises," Taehyung shot back, grinning widely. "You should be grateful if I don't jump into your lap!"

Yoongi rolled his eyes, a smirk playing on his lips. "Yeah, right. You'd just want to take the whole couch for yourself."

"Just admit it, you're all scaredy-cats," Jungkook teased, crossing his arms and leaning back in his chair.

As they bantered and debated their movie choices, Heaven stood in her corner, her attention entirely on the call, ready to tackle whatever news Jay had to share.

Heaven's POV

The moment I excused myself, I could feel the weight of the night pressing against my chest. The boys' laughter still echoed behind me, a sweet reminder of the calm we'd managed to create amidst the chaos. Yet, as I raised the phone to my ear, my serene facade tightened, bracing for what was to come.

"Jay," I greeted, my voice steady, though my pulse quickened. "What have you found?"

"It's not good news, Heaven," Jay replied, his tone grim. "We've identified another player in the kidnapping. It's someone close enough to make a move without drawing too much attention."

"Who?" My voice dropped, dangerously quiet. The calm before the storm.

"Park Jisoo." Jay's words were like a blade, sharp and cutting.

"She's behind it. We've confirmed her involvement."

I clenched my jaw, my fingers gripping the phone tightly. Park Jisoo. A spoiled, entitled brat who thought her wealth and connections made her untouchable. My mind flashed with memories of her, her arrogance, her constant need to flaunt her power and money that didn't even belong to her.

In a different scenario I wouldn't even pay attention to her not only, is she beneath me but I respect her even less. Like I said I don't tolerate nonsense.

But the fact that she dared cross me by touching the ones dearest to me she had another thing coming.

"Understood," I murmured, keeping my voice cool, though inside, a storm brewed, raging and relentless. "Thank you, Jay. Keep me updated."

"Will do. And Heaven... be careful," Jay cautioned before hanging up.

I lowered the phone slowly, inhaling deeply to steady myself. The rage simmered beneath my skin, but I couldn't let it show. Not yet. Not here. My boys didn't need to see this side of me tonight. They'd been through enough.

I took a moment to compose myself, smoothing out my expression I quickly changed and made my way downstairs. By the time I returned, the boys were still chatting, their energy contagious.

"Everything alright, Heaven?" Marcus asked, his eyes flickering with concern.

"Perfectly fine," I lied effortlessly, a smile gracing my lips. "Just some business I had to attend to."

As I approached, the youngest three—Jungkook, Jimin, and Taehyung—immediately sprang up, their eyes lighting up with playful competition.

"Move aside, Tae-hyung!" Jungkook declared, lunging toward the couch. "I get to sit next to her this time!"

"Not a chance, you spoiled panther!" Taehyung shot back, throwing an arm around my shoulders protectively. "She's mine."

"Oh, please," Jimin chimed in, slipping to my other side. "You two couldn't handle being her favorite."

I laughed softly, shaking my head at their antics. "Boys, there's enough of me to go around," I teased, settling between them as they jostled playfully for space.

Namjoon, watching from his seat, smirked. "You three are hopeless."

"And jealous," Yoongi added, his tone dry but amused.

"Don't worry, you're all my favorites," I assured them, patting Taehyung's head affectionately. "Now, can we focus on the movie?"

They finally settled down, each finding their spot around me. Jungkook leaned his head against my shoulder, while Jimin rested a hand lightly on my knee. Taehyung sprawled out, his legs draped over the armrest.

"Alright, let's get this movie started," Hoseok said, grabbing the remote.

As the opening credits rolled, the room filled with a peaceful warmth. The earlier tension felt like a distant memory. I allowed myself to sink into the comfort of their presence, the storm within me temporarily quelled by their light-hearted banter and laughter.

The movie played on, but my mind lingered on Jay's words. Park Jisoo wouldn't get away with this. The storm within me would find its release, but not tonight. Tonight was for them. My boys. My family.

For now, I'd keep the darkness at bay, holding onto the light we'd fought so hard to reclaim.

~One Week Later~

A week had passed since the tense dinner, and life had settled into a comfortable rhythm. Today, the house was quiet, the boys scattered in their own spaces. With no meetings or pressing obligations, I found myself in the kitchen, deciding it was the perfect day to spoil them with a homemade brunch.

The gentle rhythm of chopping vegetables filled the room, the scent of fresh herbs and sizzling bacon wafting through the air. I hummed softly to myself, enjoying the rare tranquility.

Just as I reached for another tomato, strong, warm hands slid around my waist, pulling me back into a firm chest.

I froze for a heartbeat, feeling the heat of his breath against my neck. His scent was unmistakable—musky, with a hint of something sweet. Jimin.

"Good morning, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice low and velvety, sending a shiver down my spine.

"Jimin," I whispered, my breath hitching as his hands tightened slightly on my waist. "You startled me."

His chuckle was soft, almost predatory. "Sorry, I couldn't help myself." His lips brushed lightly against the sensitive skin of my neck, making my pulse quicken.

I tried to focus on the task at hand, the knife trembling slightly in my grip. But Jimin wasn't making it easy. His hands roamed slowly, tracing gentle circles on my waist. His nose buried into the crook of my neck, inhaling deeply.

"You smell... intoxicating today," he whispered, his voice a delicious mix of teasing and something darker, more primal.

I swallowed hard, my mind swirling with conflicting emotions. This was Jimin—the same Jimin who would pout when I didn't give him enough attention, who would beam like sunshine when I called him "honey." But today, there was an edge to him, a simmering intensity that made it hard to breathe.

"Jimin," I managed, my voice trembling. "We can't... I'm trying to cook." He hummed softly, his lips grazing the shell of my ear.

"You're tense, Heaven. Let me help you relax." His teeth nipped lightly at my earlobe, making me gasp.

I turned quickly, placing my hands on his chest to put some distance between us, but he didn't budge. His dark, dilated eyes locked onto mine, a smirk playing on his lips.

"You're blushing," he observed, his voice dropping to a whisper. "It's... cute."

"Jimin," I warned, though my voice lacked conviction. "What's gotten into you today?"

His smirk widened, and he leaned closer, his lips inches from mine. "Maybe it's just you, sweetheart. You're hard to resist."

I opened my mouth to respond, but a sudden voice from the doorway shattered the moment.

"Well, this is cozy," Yoongi drawled, his tone dripping with amusement. "Didn't mean to interrupt... whatever this is."

I jumped back from Jimin, my face heating as I turned back to the counter, pretending to focus on the vegetables. Jimin, completely unfazed, chuckled softly, the sound vibrating in my chest.

"Just helping Heaven with breakfast," Jimin said smoothly, his voice dripping with casual charm.

He called me Heaven not Noona. Jimin freaking called me by name!

Yoongi raised an eyebrow, a knowing smirk tugging at his lips. "Right. Looked more like you were about to devour her."

I busied myself with the chopping, my hands trembling slightly as I tried to shake off the lingering heat from Jimin's touch. Behind me, I could feel his gaze burning into my back.

"I'll get the plates," Jimin offered, his voice still carrying that teasing edge. As he moved past me, his fingers brushed against mine, a fleeting touch that sent a spark shooting up my arm.

I dared a glance up at him, catching the mischievous glint in his eyes. He winked, his smirk deepening before he turned away, leaving me flustered and breathless.

What the hell was that?!

The rest of the morning continued in a blur of casual banter and playful teasing, but my mind kept drifting back to those few stolen moments in the kitchen. The tension between us lingered, unspoken yet palpable.

As I served up the brunch, I couldn't help but steal glances at Jimin, my thoughts tangled in the memory of his touch, his words, and the way he'd made me feel. There was more to him—more to all of them—than I had ever dared to explore.

And somehow, I knew this was only the beginning.

Author's POV

The kitchen buzzed with life as the boys filtered in, one by one, drawn by the tantalizing aromas and the promise of a homemade brunch. Heaven, though still a bit flustered from her earlier encounter with Jimin, managed to maintain her composure, slipping into her role as the heart of their home.

Jungkook appeared first, his hair still damp from a shower, ruffling it lazily as he sniffed the air.

"Something smells amazing," he said, his eyes lighting up as he spotted the spread on the counter.

"Yeah, it's called effort," Yoongi quipped, entering with a smirk and a lazy stretch. "Maybe you should try it sometime."

Jungkook rolled his eyes, grabbing a piece of fruit from the counter. "I do plenty, thank you very much."

"Like what?" Taehyung teased, sauntering in with his usual grace. "Sleeping in until noon doesn't count."

"Exactly," Hoseok chimed in, his sunny grin brightening the room as he grabbed a plate. "Kookie, your talents are truly unparalleled."

"Leave him alone, guys," Heaven interjected, a fond smile playing on her lips. "He helps in his own way.

"Jungkook shot her a grateful look. "Thank you, Noona. At least someone appreciates me."

"Only because you're the baby even though you're older than her," Namjoon teased, ruffling Jungkook's hair.

As the teasing continued, laughter filled the room, a warm, comforting sound that echoed through the house. They gathered around the table, passing dishes, sharing stories, and savoring the rare moment of peace and joy.

"Remember the time Taehyung got stuck in that tree?" Hoseok asked, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

Taehyung groaned, covering his face with one hand. "Do we have to bring that up every time?"

"Yes!" Jimin laughed, nudging him playfully. "It's a classic. You were up there for hours, and we had to call Heaven to get you down."

Heaven chuckled, remembering the scene vividly. "You were so stubborn, Tae. Refused to admit you needed help."

"Because I didn't!" Taehyung protested, though his grin betrayed him. "I was... observing the view."

"Sure you were," Yoongi deadpanned, drawing more laughter from the group.

As the day unfolded, they drifted through the house, enjoying each other's company. They played games, shared more stories, and basked in the warmth of their bond. Heaven watched them with a content heart, feeling a deep sense of gratitude for these moments.

But as the sun began to set, casting long shadows across the floor, a quiet tension settled over her. The laughter and lightness of the day couldn't erase the weight of what she knew—what she was planning.

Later that evening, as they lounged in the living room, Heaven found herself lost in thought. The boys were sprawled across the couches, watching a movie, their laughter still echoing from earlier jokes. She glanced at them, her heart swelling with affection.

But beneath that affection was a simmering determination.

Her mind drifted back to the conversation with Jay, the name whispered over the phone—Park Jisoo. The shedevil who dared to touch what was hers. Heaven's smile remained soft, but her eyes darkened, her thoughts a sharp contrast to the warmth around her.

Her fingers tightened slightly around the edge of the couch as she stared at the screen, not really seeing the movie but instead plotting her next move. The world saw her as a calm, composed heiress, one who ruled with an iron fist, but they didn't know all about the storm brewing beneath.

They would soon learn.

As the night wound down and the boys started to drift off, one by one, Heaven stayed awake, her thoughts a swirling maelstrom. She glanced at each of them, their peaceful faces, and silently vowed to protect them, no matter the cost.

Her lips parted slightly, and in the quiet of the room, her thoughts whispered the chilling promise she carried in her heart.

"They've taken from me once. Never again."And with that, she leaned back, closing her eyes as the weight of the day settled over her, the darkness of her resolve a stark contrast to the warmth that had filled their home.

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Karmic Soulmates | JJK

Chapter 2

✧ Pairing:Jeon Jungkook x reader ✧ warning(s): explicit language, knife/gun use, violence ✧ word count: 3.1k

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You bit into the sandwich, the room was lit from the fireplace as you sat next to namjoon who just stared at the flames. "I could get you another blanket " he says not bothering to look at you. 

"I'm fine" you were already wearing jungkook's hoodie and had two heavy blankets on you another one would make you start sweating for sure. "How much longer" he says to jungkook who was studying the parts he had already drawn. 

His method was intense, he didn't pass the entire map into one paper. Instead he drew it by parts in different sheets, this could be confusing to anyone since only he would know the right order of the papers this way no one else will be able to have a copy. 

glancing at the man who was standing next to the fire place as he stared at the sheets of paper in his hand, with his nonchalant face he looks up at my brother "I memorized a good part of it already" he folds the sheets in his hand as he pulls the mantel away from the fire place throwing the sheets into the flames. 

"You better have memorized it" you glare at him "If you forget part of it or fuck up don't come looking for me once I leave. I'm serious" he couldn't help but chuckle at you're threats "Don't worry I was trained for this, trust me"

"as long as you trust yourself, I don't care" taking in the last part of your meal you stand up "lets do the next part, the suns almost up. I want to be out of here before tonight" 

maybe I should grab the rest of my savings and move, buy a new place somewhere else where not even they will find me. move from country? sitting on the stool once more I chuckle to myself like a mad person, move from country? I'm getting ahead of myself for sure.  turning on the lights once more, they shut the blinds and jungkook begins to work on copying down the next part. 

It was almost 8pm when jungkook propped himself off the fireplace and moved the mantel once more tossing the papers into the flame. "finally" I sigh in relief, I was starting to get a cramp on my leg from sitting there all day since I told them we couldn't have breaks anymore. 

"I don't understand something" jin speaks up from the sofa where he was sleeping just a while ago. 

"what it is" namjoon was rubbing his temple clearly tired. 

"she said we had to get rid of her map, how the fuck do we get rid of that" he points at me with a raised brow as if he really thought I was a crazy person or probably just stupid. and it had slipped my mind that I had told them that, in truths I really wanted them to forget because what I had in mind...I don't think they'd agree. 

after my legs adjusted to standing again I walked towards the fireplace, my hand still covering my front as I held my shirt tightly against me. picking up the flatter piece of the poker sets I move the mantel, pressing the end of the stick into the flames. As the end shined a glit of redness I turned towards my brother and extended the handle to him "keep your promise" in a daze he grabs it and stares at me in disbelief. 

rolling up a towel that was thrown aside I roll it up and place it between my teeth. "woah woah what the fuck" jin shrieks and stares at namjoon with widen eyes "you aren't planning to go through with this are you" he yells. jungkook was shocked nonetheless, "are you crazy, we can find another way..i'll change the desi-"

"and waste more time? No I want to leave today" you spat, irritated at them. turning to your brother he feels you boring your eyes at him but his sight never left the end of the poker that was still a shade of red "are you going to do it or should we bring in someone who has the balls to do it" clenching his jaw he looks at his sister "i'm not doing it and i'm not letting anyone else do it either" throwing the poker to the ground he picks up the blanket that you had dropped and covers you with it "there has to be another way" 

covering yourself you secure the blanket as you stand "there isnt!" no one was willing to mark your back, their reluctance made your eyes tear up from the anger that boiled inside "your pathetic namjoon, father would be so disappointed in you right now" laughing you shake your head but the stern cold emotion on his face did not change "you're not willing to destroy the map but you're willing to grab someone and put it on their back without any say in the matter?!" picking up the poker you turn to jungkook "do it" 

jungkook stared at you with pleading eyes as he shakes his head "I can just ov-"

"no, I want it gone. I want everything gone" you yell pushing the poker onto him as you close the distance between the two of you. "don't be a fucking coward" you try to intimidate him but he stared at you with pity in your eyes. 

"forget this" putting on your shirt not caring that you basically exposed your breast to jungkook, you get completely dressed and gather your items "are we done here" you turn to namjoon. his lips part and close as if he did not know what to say. raising a brow you scoff "are you sure this is the life you want, you don't seem fit-"

"it's you y/n, how can I ever be sane when it comes to you" he gives you a weak smile "you shouldn't leave until we figure out what to do with the map" jin speaks up, trying to be the more reasonable person in the room with no strings of emotion attached to you. 

"yeah well I gave the solution and you don't want to do it" shrugging you swing the door open and march out without looking back. namjoon chases after you, stopping you turn to him "no, this is it. I don't want to ever see you anymore"

"it's not saf-" interrupting him you give him a big smile "I hope you live a long and healthy life and I hope that you find someway to be happy" not caring for the words that were going to come out of his mouth you walk out the same way you came in with jungkook and did not look back

it had been five days and there was no sign of your brother or jungkook. you were surprised that they had backed off so willingly. you were at the cafe planning a way to get the map destroyed this weekend which meant you had to get everything ready for monday after being gone the entire weekend. you were bringing in a few boxes from the storage when the bell ranged indicating a customer had entered. cursing under your breath since you forgot to lock the doors, taking the box you head to the front "i'm sorry but we're close" you place the box on the counter. 

not hearing a response you look up to find a man in black clothes standing at the entrance. his face had a gross scar on his right cheek that began beside his eye and ended above the corner of his lip. taking in a deep breath you smile at the man who turns around to face the exit.

watching him hesitate you begin to back up to the sink where you had left knives. before you could reach the sink the man turns quickly and dashes towards the counter literally scared the shit out of you but you moved just as fast, picking up the knife from the sink as he shoves the box to the ground and swiftly climbs over in a matter of seconds he was in front of you. 

He had no weapon or at least had not pulled one out, but you didn't let your guard down. "what the fuck do you want" you speak clearly showing now fear but the man did not budge nor did his eyes wonder his creepy state made your hairs stand as he bored his eyes into you. it felt as time stopped and you glanced behind him to see if there was anyone outside who could see this assault but the street was empty. 

you stare at the man and neither of you moved, it wasn't until the phone suddenly ranged which caused you to loose focus cause of the sudden sound. taking advantage of the distraction he launches himself at you gripping your wrist as he twists it making you drop the knife. letting out a scream you clench your fist and swing at him but he lets go quickly kicking the knife out of reach. gripping your wrist your eyes tear up from the pain. 

he did not wait and launched himself at you once more but this time you dodged him,  kicking his back. the fight did not stop there as the two of you began to swing fists at one another, him not letting you no where near the sink. you felt the impact of him kicking your ribs throwing you against the counter. groaning as you grip your side you look at your surroundings and see the kettle of coffee you had just done, waiting till he was closer to you. picking up the kettle you throw the hot liquid at him, the man groans as he wipes his face. taking the chance you roundhouse kick him in the face which slams his head into the counter. 

catching your breath you don't waste a second to run over the counter grabbing your bag. without looking back you dash out of the cafe and run down the street. you grip your side, the pain causing you to run out of breath quickly. without stopping you rummage through your bag taking out the phone. "fuck" cursing under your breath you felt irritated that it had come to this, flipping the cover up from the flip phone you dial the first number in the contacts. the phone rings but there was no answer. 

"fuck namjoon this isn't the time!" you yell, running into a dark street. you had planned for this, incase someone came looking for the map. your senses were on full function you knew this street wouldn't be someones first choice but it was the least crowded street because of the lack of street lights and the perfect cover for one to run from a murder and for one to commit murder.

You then hear a second pair of footsteps hitting the concrete floor and quickly turn behind you since the sound was echoing but there was no one behind you. that when you saw him, it was a different man in fact a taller one and he was running at the same pace as you but across the street. anyone else being chased would be shitting bricks and no lie you were too but unlike him you knew where you were going. 

you watch him as you see the dead end coming into view, he sees this as a great moment to take you and pulls out his gun just as you had suspected. but unlike his side where he only had buildings you had the forest. making a sharp left you jump over the gate and enter the forest. tumbling over some branches you gain your footing and ran the path you knew by memory. you could hear him in the forest too but you knew that unlike him you had the advantage. 

the moonlight was the only thing lighting your path. you finally made it to your tree that had a hollow place inside. crouching down you pull out the bag getting a hold of your gun. you look around, your eyes already adjusted to the dark. making sure it the mag was full you slip the bag and the one you were carrying into the hollow space of the tree. dialing namjoon once more you watch your surroundings as it rings. 

checking the contacts you dial jungkook's number but it also only rings. "fine, fuck you" you begin to tread slowly to the place you had fixed for this situation. when you hear a branch snap close and too close for your own luck. hiding behind a large tree you hold your breathe. 

listening carefully you swallow hard when you hear more than one person "where the fuck did she go" the first man curses"she can't be far, I saw her using a phone. she's probably calling him" the other responds. they weren't close but you were both definitely in each others eye sight. meaning if you stepped out from behind the tree either you see them first or they see you.  "even if she called him, she told him that day was the last day she wanted to ever see him. the moment she left jungkook wanted to run after her but namjoon said that he would honor her request"

"meaning?"

"he ain't coming to rescue her" you cover your mouth stopping you from gasping 'he's a traitor'

just as you were about to move from tree the phone rings, giving away your spot. dashing from behind the tree you run, instead of chasing you one began to shoot "are you fucking stupid, we need the map" the other yells and the shooting stops. you answer the phone holding it up to your ear as you run. 

"hello?" namjoon says on the other end 

"fucking bitch why won't you answer me" you yell as you hear them running after you "you sai-"

"but it's the emergency phone" you cry out, turning to look back you trip over a branch making you tumble down the small hill that you had not noticed. you laid on the ground catching your air as you heard namjoon yelling through the phone. getting up slowly you reach for the phone, using the small screen to light the floor you find your gun. "y/n!" he yells 

"fuck" you groan, you held onto your side and took a deep breath "someones after me" you say weakly, tears falling from your eyes as you were having a hard time breathing. 

"are you near the cafe" he asks and then yells to those around him to get the car ready "not really, i'm at xxx forest" you quietly say. 

"the forest? what the fuck are you doing in a forest" 

"it doesnt fucking matter, there's two of them and one of me and the first guy that I fought at the cafe really gave me a beating and it hurts to breathe"

"can you get anywhere near a road" you hear the door slam of the car, lifting your self from the ground you look around. you knew where you were. you start walking towards the road "yes, theres a big sign" you stop to take in some air "fuck" you look up to the moon and notice it wasn't just your eyes playing tricks but you were loosing conscious. "y/n whats wrong? can you get to the road or not"

"i don't think i'm getting to the road" you quicken your steps but everything began to spin and you lost your footing making you tumble to the ground, he keeps calling your name. gaining some strength  you get back up and lean against a tree. "everything is fucking spinning" 

"fuck" he curses, yelling at who ever was driving to go faster. you kept moving, not knowing where the will to move was coming from. "there she is" someone a good distance from you yells. "fuck they found me" you mumble into the phone. turning to the man who's running right towards you, dropping the phone you lift the gun and fix your posture. the man clearly couldn't see you well because he did not flinch nor move and kept running towards you. 

pulling the trigger you don't hesitate, successfully wounding him on the leg he falls on the ground. you quickly pick up the phone and walk towards him. the man screams in pain as you stand above him "fucking bitch" you hear his partners footsteps. picking up the phone to your ear "oh and brother, one of these men are yours. they knew about that day" staring at the man you chuckle "it's the bastard that was at the door" pointing the gun to his head you pull the trigger "he's dead" 

you tug the phone into your pocket as you kept both hands on the gun and make your way behind a tree at a distance from the body. you could feel your body swaying and you could taste blood in your mouth. your head tilt back against the tree you waited to hear his partner approach. 

"y/n get to the road, we are close" groaning you hold your side once more as you take in a deep breath. you begin to run across some trees before a gun goes off and you hear the tree beside you get struck by a bullet and you stumble to the ground again. you hear namjoon yelling your name.  you quickly stand and begin to run again, the road not so far from you. "honk" you say 

"what?"

"honk" you repeat 

you could see the road, and a car driving towards where you were running to, wanting to make sure it was him and not from the other side you wait behind a tree. 

the car begins to honk and that was your sign, you hold your side as you run at full speed. "stop" you say into the phone when the car was right in front of where you were running "hurry" you tell him. 

you could hear the man behind you and his harsh breathing as he tried to run faster towards you. turning you lift the gun and begin to shoot at him not trying to wound him but rather slow him down. falling onto the ground this was the last time, you knew you wouldn't get up. 

you kept shooting the gun at the man until the gun jammed "fuck" you cried. laying completely on the ground you stare at the moon. suddenly you hear gun shots and namjoon yelling your name right before everything went black. 

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Happy Valentines!! Some more identity porn? Or first disciple WWX

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Lan Wangji looks down at Xuanyu, her face slack in sleep, and tries to reconcile the conflicting emotions he's been doing his best to avoid.

Despite how she'd curled around him the morning after they'd had sex, she's returned to keeping herself to her half of the bed without complaint. It's been over a week, and besides his brother's teasing and one dinner with a red faced Sizhui, nothing has changed. Xuanyu spends her days reading or meditating or sparring. The latter tends to gather a crowd of spectators these days, because in spite of Xuanyu's lack of power, she has an abundance of skill. She often abandons traditional cultivation style to resort to dirty street tricks more commonly seen in wandering cultivators, but it's hard to argue with the results when she's the victor nine times out of ten.

He should be grateful.

Xuanyu is living as she had since their marriage, asking nothing of him and completely apart from him except for sitting next to him at meals and falling asleep beside him at night.

When Lan Wangji had agreed to this marriage, he had not given thought to what sort of husband he would be.

Now, after months of ignoring his wife in spite of Sizhui’s affection for her to the point that she attempted to throw herself off a cliff, disregarding her injuries and abandoning her after their spar, and getting drunk only to nearly immediately demand her virtue, it turns out that the answer is he’s a terrible husband by almost all metrics.

Maybe that shouldn’t bother him. He never wanted this marriage. But it seems as if Xuanyu didn’t either, and he at least chose this. All evidence points to Jin Guangshan forcing her into this role. He at least volunteered.

What has she done to deserve his ire? His staunch disinterest? She’s treated his son with nothing but kindness, been courteous to the disciples, made a show of following the rules of the sect she married into, and has asked him for nothing.

Her greatest sin is not being Wei Wuxian.

This too is hardly her fault. Still, it’s a near insurmountable thing, that she is in his bed and on his arm and is not the only person he’s ever loved.

His grief is not her fault. Even he can’t bring himself to put any blame on her for Wei Wuxian’s death when she was still a child during the war and those terrible years after.

The sun shifts, shining through the window and landing across her face. It wakes her as it does every morning and she scrunches her nose before her eyes slowly open.

She meets his gaze squarely for one moment, then two, then she groans and covers her face with her arm. “You have to stop doing this. It’s weird.” She peeks out from under her arm. “Are you drunk again?”

“I need help with something,” he says, forcing it out before he can change his mind.

Xuanyu pushes herself to sitting, her eyebrows pushed together in concern. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

He holds out his hand. “Can you put this on for me?”

She stares down at the forehead ribbon in his hand. Her wide eyes and trembling bottom lip that she catches between her teeth tell him she knows what it means. “Are you sure?”

No. “Yes.”

Xuanyu’s brilliant smile in response is worth the terror and anxiety and uncertainty. He doesn’t think she’s ever smiled at him quite like this before, so much warmer than her teasing grins.

She’s his wife.

He owes it to her to at least try to be a husband in more than name.