#I was gonna do Jin but I actually wanna do a whole sheet of them just messing with each others faces

[hawkssucks]

happy bird day

[sxnnimoon]

Little One pt.2

I am telling you guys right there is to be a LOTTTT more smut within this series. This is only the beginning. Hope you all enjoy part 2 as much as part 1 !

Paring- OT7 x Reader (poly)

Summary- Through your husbands line of work they take a week or more off to spend some time with their wife.

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Arriving at Celeste you were in awe at how many people were always here. Not wanting to brag but your club was by far the best at bringing in not only money but also people. You knew what people wanted. The feeling of letting go with a hint of sexual tension and endless booze. You all went up to your usual spot. Right in the middle up top so you had a view of the whole place.

“Y/N,” said your favorite waitress Cleo.

“Lo! So good to see you.” You said hugging her. “How’s everything?”

“Everything is actually amazing. Tonight has been nothing but smooth.” She smiled.

“I meant with you silly.” You nudge her arm. “How’s baby girl?”

“Of course!” she giggled. “She’s amazing, finally almost ready for school. I may just cry.”

“Well don’t, you may make me cry.” You smiled, rubbing her arm.

“The usual I presume?” She asked.

“Boys?” You looked at your husbands.

A round of yes’ and sures were heard.

You laughed.

“Yes and get something for yourself as well!” You pointed after her.

She nodded.

“You are just too nice.” Namjoon said, pulling you into his lap.

“She’s an amazing worker and mother.” You smiled. “I think I’ll keep her around.”

He nodded.

Once the drinks were brought you downed a few shots to start.

“You better behave tonight.” Yoongi said.

“Whatever do you mean?” You smirked at him grabbing another shot.

“You know exactly what he means.” Taehyung said from beside him.

You giggle at the memory of you fighting off some drunk guys who started a fight with Chi. You were buzzed but boy did you impress your boys, not a scratch left on you. That was a night to remember.

“I’m gonna go dance.” You said practically bouncing in Joon’s lap at the beat of the music. “Anyone wanna join me?”

“I’ll meet you in a few minutes.” Kookie said.

You smiled, shaking your ass as you headed for the dance floor. You found your girls at the edge of the dance floor talking with Cleo.

“Ladies.” You said hugging Chi from behind.

“Someone’s on one.” Said Skye laughing.

“I’ve had a few shots. I feel amazing.” You smiled, running your hands down your body.

They all giggled.

You removed your blazer leaving you in your dress as you didn’t wanna get warm.

“Shall we?” You said pulling them to the floor.

They all yelled in excitement.

Fever by ENHYPEN started playing and you all were grinding on each other. You were in your element. From above your boys watched you. They were in awe of you.

“You gotta see her. She looks hot.” Hobi said.

“That dress.” Jimin said. “I had no idea it was backless.” He bit his lip.

“She’s playing with fire tonight.” Yoongi said.

“This is gonna be a LONGGGGG week for her.” Tae said, smirking.

“Look at her grinding on them.” Joon said. “She knows what she does to us.”

“I’m going down.” Kook said.

They all nodded, eyes still on you.

Letting the music take you, you felt a pair of familiar hands on your body.

“Nice of you to join me.” You smirked, grinding into him.

“You looked too good, I had too.” He held your hips in place.

You hummed, throwing your head back into him.

“Beside,” he began “the show you put on with Chi and Skye, you were killing us.”

“You enjoyed it?” You turned to face him.

“Baby I am so close to taking you right now.” He said. “So what do you think?”

You turned back around grinding hard into him.

His grip on you tightened.

“Don’t start this little one if you know what’s good for you.” He growled into your ear.

“But I like it, baby.” You pouted. “Don’t you?”

You stepped away from him, hands running on your body as you moved your body to the beat of the song.

“Let’s get a drink kitty,” Chi said, pulling you from Kookie.

“Bye baby.” You smiled leaving him on the dance floor.

He shook his head before making his way back upstairs.

“She will be the death of me.” He said plopping down next to V.

“She’s trouble that one.” Yoongi said, sipping his drink.

“Girl you are so gonna get it when you get home.” Chi said.

“Ugh you are so lucky.” Skye said.

“All that dick and they're good looking? I’d be prancing around like that too.” Chi said.

You giggled.

“They treat me like royalty, I wouldn’t have it any other way.” You smiled while sipping your drink. “Besides, they liked the show we put on for them.” You smirked.

“Oh really now?” Chi said.

“Maybe we should take it up a notch.” Skye said.

You knew exactly what they meant.

“Let me find the perfect song.” You smirked walking away.

Sacrifice by Black Atlass ft. Jessie Reyes began playing. You knew what this song did to them, especially if it involved you.

Taking your girls to the middle. You all started off solo before moving in together. Chi in the front, you in the middle and Skye behind you. The boys were watching you like hawks. They knew you had your way with women but boy did it rile them up seeing you like this in the middle of them. Both of them kissing on you as you grabbed Chi's ass pulling her closer. This was nothing new between you three. You had your few share of moments between each other but it never meant anything and never ruined your friendship over it. You knew what you were doing and you were pleased to look up and see them all staring, you blew them a kiss before going back to dancing as the song was coming to an end. Making your way back up top, all eyes were on you.

“You,” V began. “Will be the death of me.”

“Did you enjoy the show, my love?” You bit your bottom lip.

“I should take you here right now,” Hoseok growled. “Let everyone know what a naughty slut you’ve been.” He bit your neck. Earning a moan.

“Shall we head home then?” You put a finger under his chin.

“Let’s go.” Yoongi said, pulling you away.

Walking through the club to leave the girls spotted you being rushed away. They giggled. They knew what kinda night was underway for you.

“Don’t break her!!” Skye yelled.

“We have a retreat after your vacation. She’s gotta be there.” Chi added.

You laughed at them waving bye.

Getting into the limo you were placed on Jimin’s lap.

“You were naughty tonight.” He whispered in your ear making you squirm.

“Do you know the things we wanna do to you?” Hoseok said into your other ear.

“I wasn’t that bad daddy.” You moaned out as Jimin began doing circles on your nipple. Hoseok pulled your dress up, exposing you. The cool air hitting you made you moan.

“No bra or panties?” Yoongi said. “It’s like you wanted a punishment.”

“But look at how wet I am for you daddy.” You whined out at them.

They groaned, they loved you in this state. All turned on and willing to do anything for them.

“Touch me baby.” You whined at Jimin who was running his finger on your thigh getting very close to your heat.

“Not here princess, we’re almost home.” He whispered.

You let out a whine.

“Keep it up little one or you won’t be getting any dick tonight.” Jin said sternly.

You instantly shut up.

“That’s a good girl.” Namjoon said.

Once home they all hurried inside, Jimin holding your waist kissing on your neck as you walked in the house.

Once inside he pushed you into the door leaving a trail of wet kisses on you.

“Tonight Jimin and Hobi have their way with you.” Jin said. Earning a whine from Jungkook.

“It’s okay Kookie, you can have a taste tomorrow.” You said biting your lip.

“You’re in for princess.” Hoseok said, putting you over his shoulder.

He entered the play room (Red Room if you will) placing you on your feet.

“That was fun.” You giggled.

“It’ll be more fun once these clothes are gone.” Jimin said.

“Strip baby.” Hobi ordered.

You pulled the straps down your arms before letting the dress slip to your feet leaving you in your heels. They both looked at you in awe. The curviness of your body drives them crazy. You bent down to undo your heels when they stopped you.

“Leave them princess.” Hoseok said.

You stood back up.

“Aren’t you both a little too dressed.” You crossed your arms.

They began undressing, your eyes practically ready to fall out at the sight of them. You were ready for them.

They saw you staring, Jimin beckoned you with his finger to come to them. You instantly got on all fours and crawled. Once in front of them you were eye level with their cocks. You reached out for them only to be swatted away.

“Bed. Now.” Hoseok ordered.

You got onto bed waiting on your back. The quietness of the room only made you more anxious. You were about to speak when you felt a mouth on you, making you cry out. You grabbed onto what you could that thing being Jimin’s head. The things he was doing to you were incredible.

“Jimin.” You moaned out. “More..please.”

“You want more baby?” He said in between licks.

He soon entered a finger making you moan loud. You felt the bed dip, looking over you were met you Hobi’s dick.

“Open little one.” He said.

You opened eager to taste him. He entered with ease , starting off with a slow pace before ducking your throat. You were in heaven.

“I’m gonna add a second, okay baby?” He asked.

You moaned out against Hoseok's dick as a second finger entered you. The vibrations from you caused Hobi to groan, almost bottoming out.

“I-I’m close.” you moaned.

“No you’re not.” Jimin said, removing his fingers.

You whined at the loss of contact.

“Don’t be a brat Y/n.” Hoseok growled. “Ass up.”

You got up quick.

“That's a good girl.” Jimin said coming up behind you.

He began running his tip against your opening.

“I-I need you..now.” you moaned out. “Stop teasing.”

“Why should I?” He began. “You’ve done nothing but tease us all night.”

“But you enjoyed it.” You giggled.

Jimin slapped you on the ass. You moaned loud.

He entered you slowly, letting you adjust to his size. The amount of times you have had them all in you and yet you still couldn’t handle it.

You cried out gripping the sheets as he entered you fully.

“Move baby.” You said.

He began slow, building up a steady pace. You were a morning mess.

“You like when hyung fills you up?” Hoseok said watching Jimin fuck you.

You cried out.

“Answer him.” Jimin said earning a slap to your ass.

“Yes Hobi,” you moaned out.

“What was that?” He said getting close to you.

“Yes daddy.” You mewled out.

“Good girl, look at you taking his cock.” He cooed.

“I’m gonna cum.” Jimin moaned.

“Cum baby.” You yelled out. “Give it to me.”

A few more strokes and he bottomed out. You collapsed, laying on your stomach for a few seconds before Hoseok flipped you over.

“Get ready baby.” He smirked.

Sex with Hoseok was something else, he was always tying you up and doing everything in his power to please you.

“We’re not going all out tonight.” He said entering you. “ I’m not going to last very long.”

You cried out as he began a brutal pace. He knew exactly what to do to get you to cum. You could feel the knot beginning to form in you, you were close.

“I’m close Hoseok.” You moaned.

“Me too baby,” he said almost out of breath. “Just hold out for a bit, ok?”

You nodded trying your hardest, you ended up clenching around him making him lose focus.

“Cum for me princess,” he said.

You cried out as you released on him. He came soon after. You were out of breath, you couldn’t wait for what the next few days brought you. They took notice of your state and knew you were to pass out soon,

“Let’s clean up baby and then you can head to bed.” Jimin said already working to clean you up.

After cleaning up they placed you in your bed, both getting in on either side of you. Both wrapped their arms around you making you feel safe, you soon began to drift off to sleep.

[h0esvck]

Lmao, a crack reaction to like there was sexual tension explOding between you two in the living room and he legit pULLs you into his room. You two fuck (it's a quickie) and when he open to door to get back to living room he sees the rest of the members have their ears pressed up against the door and when they are caught they all try to be so subtle about it. Hehe, I think it would be fun

Changed it up a little bit so every answer was a bit different hope you don't mind (⌒ω⌒)

Namjoon

You had been listening to Namjoon, watching him produce a song and go over it with Yoongi and Hoseok and good god the way he clenched his jaw. You knew he wasn't mad, he was just concentrating but hot damn he looked so pissed, so angry and it was making you throb and drip. So when Namjoon had a break you immediately pulled him into a closet and kissed him. "Fuck me, oh god, baby you're so hot please fuck me," you beg and he lets out a surprised breath before nodding. Of fucking course, he would fuck you. "Really quickly baby," he said and you nodded hastily undoing his pants. He pulled down your pants as well before he was throwing your legs over his left shoulder and fucking you into the wall as he looks into your eyes. "Fuck, was it me that made you so wet like this baby?" He asks and you whimper and nod. "Yes- yes you're so hot when you do- do that thing with your jaw," you said and he grins. "This baby?" He clenches his jaw and groans when he feels you clench because of it. "Want me to fuck you, jaw clenched as I pound your little hole until it throbs and you cum from my cock?" His words alone would make you moan, but his words paired with his clenched jaw and his cock thrusting into you had you moaning and squeezing around his cock in pleasure. You cum really quickly and Namjoon sets you on your knees before cumming into your mouth (at your request). You both moan and you swallow him down before being brought to your feet and you kiss. He tugs your pants back up your legs as button his back up. "Gotta get back," he says before going to open the door and seeing the other members of BTS listening. The sexy Namjoon suddenly turned into a shy embarrassed Namjoon. "W-were you listening???" He asked and the silence from the members answered his question. "Oh god," you both blush and you shoo the boys away before cooing Namjoon and telling him it was okay. You'd just fuck really loud all night tonight to make sure none of the boys can sleep if they wanna listen so much. And you did, all night long, loud moaning and pounding and no one slept a wink. Everyone apologized to you both the next day.

Seokjin

You didn't know why but something about Jin tonight was just... Good god, the way he was looking at you across the room as you both sat with the other members talking. It sent shivers down your spine and right to your crotch where you were becoming warm and wet, a perfect place for Seokjin to thrust his big hard-

You blushed deeply and pressed your thighs together at the thought. You should get yourself together, you had invited the boys over as guests for goodness sake!

But after so long neither of you could stand it. Seokjin looked so handsome, and you- you in your pretty dress and smooth legs look absolutely delectable. It wasn't long before both of you were finding stupid excuses to leave the room. You both met in the "Couldn't this have waited?" You asked, not being able to wait any longer yourself as he ripped off your panties from under your dress. "Don't act like you weren't eye-fucking me across the room too." He picks you up by your hips after you undo his belt and he slides you down his cock before pushing you against the wall to fuck you against it. "Mmm- Seokjin!" You gasp gripping onto him as he fucked you silly. This would be a quick fuck. And it was. You both fucked and came before fixing yourselves and about to walk out. But as soon as Seokjin opened the door both of you were surprised to see the six other members with their ears up to the door listening to you... Oh god. "What are you doing!?" Seokjin yells and they all scramble to rush back to the living room away from Seokjin who was ready to beat the shit out of them. "Seokjiiin," you whined and he sighed, "sorry, they're idiots," he kissed your forehead before going out to actually beat the shit out of them. "I told you not to do it," Yoongi says and another scoffs "in the end you did it too!" Jimin says and Yoongi bites his bottom lip nervously.

Yoongi

In the bathroom, you were sitting on the counter as Yoongi thrust his cock in and out of you. You had to bite your fist to stay quiet as he fucked you, rubbing your clit to make you cum. "So dirty, you'll go to a private place with me just to fuck knowing that the others are waiting for us," he sucks on your neck and you let out a moan. His thrusts are consistent, hitting the perfect spot and making you so so wet. "I can feel you clenching, you're gonna cum," he fucked you a little faster, his thumb rubbing your clit going the same pace as his thrusts which only made you gasp and cum that much faster. You moaned his name through your fist and he pulled out and came as well, cumming into his fist to make less of a mess despite how much both of you desired his cum all over you. He kissed you after washing off his hand, and as he kissed you he pulled your underwear and pants back up before tucking his cock back in his pants. You smiled and talked for a moment agreeing that you would go out first, so when you opened the door and saw six of your friends leaning against the door listening you screamed. Yoongi's eyes widened before he glared. "Get out!!!" You both stood in the bathroom together a few moments before Yoongi sighed in disappointment. "I'm gonna kill 'em,"

Hoseok

Hoseok was never good at being subtle or having quiet sex. So when he wanted to be subtle and slip away with you to go have a quick fuck you were sur everyone knew. Nevertheless, you went because sex with Hoseok is mind-blowing and you would never miss a chance to have it. So here you are, laid over a couch in the studio, legs spread as he pounds into you making you gasp and moan. He grins and grunts, every thrust quick and hard into the perfect spot to make it count, fucking you like you deserve. "So pretty, so sexy when I fuck you like this," your breasts are spilling out the top of your shirt, bouncing, and your short skirt is pushed up on your hips to give Hoseok access to fuck you without messing your clothes. He pounds into you making you feel so fucking good, fuck you wanna scream but you can't without being caught. You bite your lip to muffle your loud moans as your orgasm on his cock. He grins and pulls out letting you suck him off the rest of the way, swallowing the mess. Both of you compose yourself and he kisses you with a smile before going to open the door to leave, your hands interlocked. Except when you open the door you see the six members outside listening. You gasp and feel Hoseok's hand slowly squeezing yours. You could tell he was a bit mad. "Sorry (Y/N), you might wanna stay in the studio while I have a talk with the boys," some of them visibly gulp. You nod and kiss his cheek before he closes the door. You sit down and listen to Hoseok threaten them in a sweetest sunshine voice which is very intimidating and very hot for some reason...

Jimin

Slipping away from the dance studio together, both of you go to the family restroom and there Jimin picks you up and bounces you on his dick. You moan and grip his shoulders tight, looking him in the eyes as you drip, your leggings hanging off one of your ankles as you get bounced on his perfect thick cock. Mmm fuck, this position always made you cum so hard. And you did, you had to bite Jimin's shirt to muffle your moans as you came on his cock. He groaned feeling you clench. "That's it, baby girl, milk my cock," and your hips jerked feeling like you had another mini orgasm from his words alone. He pumped into you a few more times before pulling out and cumming on your ass.. He sighed and set you down, his arm muscles bulging a bit from bouncing your weight on his cock. You both wipe down and pull up your stretchy yoga pants, giggling to each other before going to open the door knly to find six grown men listening to what had happened behind the door. "You guys are sick," Jimin says before pushing them out of your way (Taehyung stumbling back and almost falling making you chuckle) to go back to the dance studio together where you'd practice your dance moves more.

Taehyung

Movie night with the boys and somehow sitting together, with you on Taehyung's lap had both of you exceptionally horny. To solve that problem you both snuck away to fuck in the nearest room. Taehyung had both your sweats down just far enough to fuck you, quietly snapping his hips against your ass as you moan into the bedsheets that smell strangely like Namjoon. Right now you didn't care, you were being fucked by your boyfriend you couldn't focus on anything outside him and his cock. "God- fuck so wet," he thrusts and you moan and whimper as you hear the wet slap of skin. So wet, you were enjoying this so so much. You both cum, Taehyung cumming inside because Taehyung just... He just liked doing it. You loved it too, and you were on birth control so. Plus, Taehyung didn't really mind the thought of having you pregnant with his baby so...

The two of you clean yourself up and kiss before going to exit the bedroom only to find the other members all standing outside of it, Namjoon looking so so disappointed, so sad. "Please don't tell me you did what I think you did on my bed..." Namjoon said and you both blushed. When neither of you answered Namjoon covered his face. "Oh my god I'm never going to sleep on that bed again." He says before Taehyung cringes. "I-I'll buy you new sheets hyung... We didnt get anything on them but- but I'll buy new for you..." He ends up buying a whole new ass bed because Namjoon refuses to sleep on it.

Jungkook

You were in the dorms with all the boys and when Jungkook decided to go somewhere to have a quickie he decided the closet when he had a whole ass room to fuck in. Regardless, here you were, in the closet, breasts pressed against the wall, and ass pushed back as Jungkook fucks you under your skirt. "Fuck you feel so good," he whispers as he holds your hips tight, fucking you, your panties pulled to the side to slide his cock in and out without taking off any clothes. "So hot, so tight baby you're so tight," he whined and kissed the nape of your neck making you shiver and drip. "I-I'm gonna cum," your toes curl in your shoes and Jungkook nods against your back reachubg around you to rub your clit which drives you to your end even faster. You orgasm, clenching with drives Jungkook to orgasm and makes him pull out and cum in your panties, making his cum press up against your pussy lips, hot and wet and making you moan at the feeling. Jungkook pulls down your skirt again and he tucks himself in, buttoning his pants. "Come on let's go," he goes to oepn the door and when he does you see all of his hyungs listening. "My little boy has grown up," Seokjin fake sniffles and Hoseok rolls his eyes. Meanwhile Jungkook is embarrassed out of his mind. "H-hyungs!" He exclaims and Namjoon promptly apologizes for them before making them walk away. "It's okay," you rub Jungkook's back comfortingly. "At least they can be jealous we have hot sex and they don't," you say and he blushes and snorts which makes you smile. "Let's go get a snack okay?" You pull him to the kitchen to get a snack after kissing his cheek. He follows like a good boy.

Masterlist ⛥彡

[oftenderweapons]

Everyday

Pairing: member x reader 

Wordcount: 300-400 words each piece

Genre: fluff, smut, slightest angst

Rating: suggested 18+

Small announcement

Unfortunately, I couldn't complete Jin's Love Talk scenario in time, since his conversation with Angel is a lot more difficult to handle and I still have some research to do (a lot of educational BDSM talk Yay! And I want it to be accurate and as precise as possible).

To earn your forgiveness, I will publish a double update next week, with Jin's part published on Thursday 1 am GMT, and Yoongi on Saturday at 3 am GMT. (Please don't judge my night owl lifestyle)

Here are some mixed drabbles (watch out for the text mentioned in Joon’s Love Talk) 😉 Also this is unedited, I’ll grammar check it in the morning. Each drabble is about 300-400 words.

Here is my Masterlist!

TRIGGER WARNINGS: dirty talking, spankings, oral male and female receiving, cum play (pearl necklace), male masturbation, breast worship, mentions of role play, mentions of sex tapes, mentions of subbing and pain kink, mentions of nipple piercing.

Namjoon

--  the morning after Love talk --

Sunday morning felt like a nightmare. He asked himself why, why for fuck’s sake he had left. 

You had kissed him, rubbed all over him, pressing your ass on him as you watched the film on the sofa, spooning. WHY!

He grabbed his phone. You were probably still asleep. Unless…? He texted you.

How’s your head? Mine is a mess. 

You don’t know how bad it feels to wake up alone. I felt like eating some tiramisu for breakfast and ruin your underwear. Did you touch yourself last night, after I left?

I thought about you, you know. That perfect ass of yours. How much I want to bite it. God, I want to spank you so bad, Vixen. I swear, if I put my hands on you I’m gonna ruin you. You won’t sit for a week. For all that fucking teasing last night. You don’t know how many times I thought about putting my hand under your skirt. Were you even wearing panties, naughty girl? You bent over at dinner and I noticed that there were no lines on that incredible peach of yours… Wanted to push you down against the table, drag your skirt up and just ram into you from behind. But I wanna take my time. Toy around this mind-blowing chemistry with you, until you’re on your knees begging for me to be your daddy and teach you how to do it right for me. At that point I would finger you nice and slow, the way impatient, hungry girls like you can’t handle. I would make you cum so intensely your legs would twitch merely at the thought of me doing it again. And then I would lie down and have you sit on my face. Cute right? I would help you ride my face with my hands cupping your butt, until you’re dripping all over my face. I want you to look down at me like a queen on a motherfucking throne, Vixen. And right after your second orgasm I would make you roll down so I can fuck you missionary, looking at the face you make the first time I slide into you, those pretty doll lips wrapped around the hand I used to make you cum. 

I know you must be so tight, little one. I can’t wait to leave angry, purple lovebites on your sexy hipbones and thighs, baby. 

Tell me you want that too, little vixen. 

After ten minutes of you not answering, he just headed to the shower, in the hope of blowing off some steam. 

When he returned he noticed the notification. 

My head? No complaints 😉😏

Thank you for the orgasm, daddy. Maybe I could help you with yours now?

Yeah. he was hard again anyway…

Seokjin

-- shortly after the Conversation with Jimin -- 

Water fell heavily on his back. You were laying in bed, your cute pjs making you look like a princess from a fairy tale. 

That princess had your cum all over her chest precisely five days ago.

He pressed his forehead to the tiles. No, a part of him said, but his hand was already there, lingering on his shaft. 

She licked it clean. Scooping it up with her fingers. Grinning at you. 

He hit his head against the tiles in the hope it would help him stop. 

You had your mouth on her panties, you coward? She was so lost she would have told you yes. He thought of your taste. He allowed himself that only once, maybe twice a month. Not because he didn’t like that, but rather because he had probably never done it before. Which seems ridiculous, but apparently his exes weren’t interested in cunnilingus? Was it absurd that he wanted to try with you? 

He dragged his hand up and down, angry at himself. 

He should just get in the bed and make you scream until even the florist at the end of the street knew who’s fucking you so good.

He thought about your hands tied up, about you cumming just with him ramming into you. He wanted to give it to you so hard you even forgot you had a body. He wanted your pleasure to be one with his. Just like last time. 

Not like your previous life was unsatisfactory. But he saw the superior look of bliss, how radiant you had looked the morning after. How easily you had fallen asleep in his arms as he caressed your hair. 

“Jinnie, love.” You called from the bedroom. 

He didn’t understand what came next, he was lost in bliss, your voice and his imagination making him fall in the deepest pits of pleasure. 

Yoongi 

-- after date five, art gallery --

Fuuuuck. He fixed his trousers in the elevator headed to his apartment. 

Rushing through his door, he almost tripped on his shoes as he took them off hastily. He had promised himself he wouldn’t. Yet again, here he was, sitting on the edge of the bed, elbows propped on his knees. He took off his turtleneck lightning fast, his naked pale chest emerging from the dark cotton that protected him from the chilly spring air. He didn’t actually have enough patience to get rid of his trousers. He let them bunch up at his ankles.

“Kitten.” He whispered shyly, reaching for his hard on. He was so sensitive his hips thrusted up as he gave himself the first stroke. 

Those tits. Fuck. Pressed against his back as you explained a picture to him, the tip of your nose running against the curve of his ear. 

He had wanted to pin you against the white walls of the gallery, like a work of art, get his head under your cute skirt and nuzzle his face against your mound.

And the ice cream. 

He thought he would cum in his pants, with you licking up your ice cream cone, your kittenish licks deviously appropriate to your nickname. And the ice cream dribbling down your hand in thick droplets a couple times. The way you had sucked it clean. 

Fuck, fuck!

He laid down on his back and kicked off his pants, hand still busy on his cock. Half delirious, he turned to his belly, thrusting his hips up into his hand, one arm propping him up. “Fuck, kitten, so good.” He nuzzled his face against the sheets, lost in his imagination. “Love, please. ____.” And with your name on his lips he let himself crumble and dissolve. Crashing, exhausted on the bed he took only a couple seconds before emitting an exasperated cry. He had stained the sheets like a teenager. 

Three times this week. And it was only Tuesday. 

Hoseok 

-- a couple days after his Conversation with Taehyung --

“Are you sure you want to keep it? We don’t have to, sweetie.” He reassured you. 

“You’ll have to leave soon. I know you get frustrated with phonesex. This could help you.” You combed his hair back and booped his nose. 

He hid his face into your neck. “Tell me you’ll see me in Los Angeles. Promise me you’ll come.”

“I promise, puppet.” You held him tighter. 

“The guys hate me when you’re not around. They say I get duller.” He whined with a sad voice. 

“My poor little puppet.” You fondled him. “And that’s not true Hobi. You’re always lovely.” You started waddling, bringing him from the kitchen to the sofa. Waddling always gets him to laugh. 

Indeed, a few seconds later he giggled as you both plopped down on the cushions. He shifted around until he was perfectly curled against you, his head laying on your chest.

“You sure you’re okay with me keeping it?”

“Guard it like your own life, Hobi. You know the risks.” You reminded him. 

“Yes, of course. It’s in my personal luggage. Safe. Don’t worry, seriously. Taehyung instructed me. And I’m pretty sure he travels with a whole library of this stuff.”

You cringed and laughed. “At least he can help you, eventually.”

“Your copy is in the pendrive in the bedside table.” He murmured. “It’s only three weeks until LA. It’s not awful. We can do this.” He tried to convince himself. 

“Just three weeks. You’ve got enough stuff to last you a month.” You kissed his forehead. 

“I love you.” He said, stretching to reach for your lips. 

“I love you too, puppet.”

Jimin 

-- The morning after your sixth date --

He woke up with an awfully painful erection. Probably because the night before you had teased him endlessly and when he’d come back home he’d been too tired to jerk off. 

Pushing up his hips tentatively, he felt the softness of the cotton on his naked body. Turning around he found his spare pillow between his thighs. 

Yes, he huffed out, thrusting his hips harshly. He moaned. He started with a punishing rhythm straight away, pushing so hard his whole back arched over and over.

His hand grabbed his own thigh, using his knees and free arm for leverage. 

The hand on his leg climbed up to his ass, cupping it, slapping it carefully, gently. He wanted you to do that. Grab his ass as he rammed into you. Manhandle him a little. His hand climbed further up, toying wit his chest. 

Shit. He tweaked his nipple, wetting his fingers with his mouth and bringing them back to his pect. His hips stuttered. 

He thought of your mouth. Of your sinful red lips, Of the way you always seemed to have the situation under control. Of the way you make him always feel desired.

Were you touching yourself at the thought of him?

Were you as eager as he was? Having wet dreams about him?

He was tired of this frustration. He fucked harder in the pillow, one hand around his neck, the other gripping his ass, his short nails diggin in the flesh. 

He could only think that your nails would look prettier. Sink deeper. Hurt more. Make it all sweeter.

Taehyung

— around date three or four —

“That lipstick looks lovely on you, Doll.” He murmured, holding your hand as you strolled down the gallery, a big bucket hat over his eyes. “I think I’ll call you poppy. That’s perfect poppy red. How fitting that opium comes from poppies.” 

You looked at him surprised. “Are you saying I’m a drug?”

“I’ve been high on you for the last four days. Since I saw you at the shop. Do you usually strut around in full pin up attire?“ He asked, intertwining your fingers. 

“No, not usually. I was just on my way to a theme party. I figured I could just get ready at the shop. I wasn’t expecting you to come around.”

“Theme party... Were you supposed to be the naughty housewife who can’t just get enough of her husband and has an affair with the poolboy?“ He asked, getting close to you enough to bite your earlobe. Oh, the teasing. He was reckless with it. 

“Tae.” You reprimanded him. You looked around. The gallery was empty since he knew the owner and he had allowed him to come visit behind closed doors. 

“It’s just us, Doll. No worry.“ His arm wrapped around your waist. “I can be your obedient poolboy.“

“Why be the poolboy when you could be my husband, spanking me because I ruined one of his expensive white shirts?” You looked at him mischievously as he cleared his throat. You both stopped in front of a painting. The still nature had a variety of vases with different flowers. Of course poppies were included. 

“There they are.” He pointed to the flowers. “And here she is.” His arm wrapped you up, dragging you closer to him, his mouth dipping to yours.

You thought his spell would wear off, but time after time, his kisses taste wilder. Would it ever become too much?

Jungkook

— shortly after Where, when and how —

Jungkook was laying on top of you on the sofa, and god, didn’t it feel nice...

Nuzzling his face against your chest, he let his hand climb under your T-shirt, meeting the elastic band of your sports bra and slipping his fingers underneath, tracing the outline of your pierced nipple.

“Again, baby?” You asked him, who had already reached his destination.

“I love it. I’m sorry.” His face felt ten times hotter on your neck, his blush apparent.

He made to remove his hand, but you locked it there.

“It’s sweet, it’s just that it turns me on a little.” It was your turn to blush.

“If you want I can just let it be. Really. I mean... Unless you want me to... help you out with... that.” He questioned, doubtful.

“Are you asking me if I need to be fucked?” You asked, unceremoniously, with a grin on your face.

“I mean. I wouldn’t oppose if you asked me to.” He kissed your neck sweetly.

You combed his hair with your fingers. He emitted a low whine, especially when you massaged his nape.

“Would you like to try something, Koo?” You were getting an idea.

He seemed to raise his head like a curious bunny. “Mhmh.”

“Remembered when we tried cockwarming?” You asked, ready for mischief.

“Of course.” He replied. Duh.

“What if we did the same here. I mean, if you kept your mouth there, did your thing until I can’t keep my cool?” You suggested.

“Take off this damn shirt right now.” He replied immediately, lifting himself off to allow you to move.

There we go.

[singulari-taee]

The Danger in Duality ｜09

COLLEGE! AU  |  ASSASSIN! AU  |  ANGST  | SMUT  | COMEDY | 15.3k

BTS X Reader

CW: Graphic depictions of violence, maybe worse than usual.

AN: This chapter is 2x longer than the others (partially why it took so long) so I hope you all enjoy this super packed chapter!

“You and your seven squad members must take on the struggles of being world-class assassins while also living as full-time college students.”

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       There was a moment where no one moved. Where time stood still and silence trapped all. It held you in place, incrimination and scrutiny burning under wide eyes. 

But he was like an apparition- there one moment, gone the next.

It was the slamming of the door that shot you to action. 

You rolled off of Yoongi’s body. Your feet caught in the sheets as you launched yourself onto the floor. You collided with your nightstand on the way down, but you couldn’t even register the pain. You just watched as Yoongi scrambled off the bed and chased after Jungkook from the bedroom.

You clutched your bare chest. Your heart pounded violently against your ribs. There was an agonizing pain there. It was suddenly hard to breathe. 

No.

     Your body pushed itself to crawl across the floor until you reached your shirt and threw it over your head. Your ears rang with white noise. The feeling of nausea bubbled deep in your stomach. With wobbly legs, you pushed up and moved from the bedroom to the living room. The front door was wide open.

     You ran after them, shoes long forgotten as your bare feet hit the pavement. Outside didn’t match your feelings. It was too calm, parked cars showing a tranquility you were unfamiliar with. As you ran blindly, you zeroed in on a figure. Yoongi was standing in the middle of the street. His hands were grabbing at his hair.

      “Where’d he go?! Did you talk to him!?” you called.

       “He’s too fucking fast. I lost him. I didn’t even see which way he went. He’s not answering his phone either,” he began to pace, eyes closed, “Fuck!” 

    You just watched as Yoongi kicked at the gravel, cursing into the sky. The stars felt like they were closing in. 

    “What if,” your tongue was dry like sandpaper. Your breathing was shallow, “what if he tells the others? He’s gonna...he’s gonna tell them.”

     Yoongi just stood there, eyes still closed. Suddenly he broke out laughing, “So this is how it ends, huh?”

     “He could be at your apartment right now. Or his dorm. He could be hiding somewhere, we need to catch up and keep trying to find h-”

“Stupid. So fucking stupid. Out of all the times-”

     You grabbed his shoulder and spun him to face you, “Can you fucking pay attention?! Talk to me, we need to fix this!”

“How, ____? How do you propose we ‘fix’ this?”

“We can try to explain it to him. Maybe if he understood the situation…”

“Oh, I think he saw enough to understand just fine.”

“Can you just try to work with me here?! Stop being such a pessimistic asshole for once. Help me! Help us! I don’t know what to do!”

“And you think I do?” 

You tilted your head, feeling your blood begin to boil, “Yoongi, that incident on our last mission should have been the last close call. This should have never happened. Your drunk ass should've never came over in the first place. So yes, I want you to figure out what to do.”

“Oh yeah, of course. Blame it on me, “ he rolled his eyes, “Like you weren’t all over me before he came in. Right.”

“After the cuddling that you insisted on! What even was that?! ‘I wanna stay like this forever. I like us like this.’ That refresh your memory?”

“I was drunk and just saying shit! And if my memory serves me correctly, you were reciprocating my nonsense just fine!”

“Oh, what the hell are you even talking about?!”

“I like this more than I should”. What’s that supposed to mean? You’re not innocent in this, _____. You fucked up just as much as I did. So don’t you fucking dare.”

“Neither of us are innocent! The whole agreement proves that,” you said. “But you remember what our agreement was. There was no forever. You know that Yoongi, but you still pushed the boundaries! Can you just be upfront with me, please? What is going on with you?”

“I needed a body! I was drunk and vulnerable and I needed a body, alright? Is that a good enough excuse for you? That I was using you?”

“You needed a body,” you repeated, slow, digesting it as the words left your mouth.

“That hurt you or something. Why? Weren’t we both just using each other anyways? Weren’t you using my body too? Isn’t that all I was to you? Just a body?”

He raised an eyebrow trying to pull the answer from you.

“Cut the bullshit,” you snapped, “I know what I heard you say before he came in. You wouldn’t have said it if I was just a fuck to you.”

“Even by your own rules we were just fucking, _____! I told you I was just saying shit!  And say I wasn’t. Say I meant it, what would you have to say about it?”

There was no reply. A shrug was your answer. A shitty one at that, and you knew it.

He nodded slowly, taking a single step back.

“Huh. I think...I think this was all a mistake, actually.”

You replied in a small voice, “Yeah. Maybe it was.”

Yoongi looked you over one more time, a long gaze filled with unreadable intensity. He turned on his heels and walked down the road. He paused in his stride, fist clenching at his side, but kept on. He didn’t look back.

Without your permission, your legs folded over. You crouched down, elbows to your knees. The street lights shined down on you, a spotlight in the darkness. Shudders raked your body. Tears wouldn’t come, wouldn’t caress the sides of your face. It was sick really, how not even your tears would offer you comfort.

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         Maybe he should have been more considerate in case Taehyung was asleep, but in the moment he couldn’t have cared less. Jungkook burst into the room, slamming the door behind him. Taehyung watched from his bed. He stopped scrolling on his phone to look his roommate over.

“Um...is everything okay?”

Jungkook’s chest rose and fell as he tried to catch his breath. He slid against the door and sat on the floor.

“Did you at least get the gun?” Taehyung asked.

Jungkook shook his head.

“Dang that sucks. Was she sleeping? Not home?”

It was as if the sight was burned into his memory. He couldn’t shake it no matter how hard he tried. Jungkook wanted to laugh, vomit, scream- anything to free himself from what couldn’t be explained. A wave of dizziness took over him. He was glad he was already on the floor.

He met Taehyung’s questioning gaze. He felt like he would explode at any moment. The burden was becoming too much for him to bear alone.  

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             Too many times. 

Too many times were you put into unwanted situations because of your job. The list was long. There was the time you had to crawl through a sewer in Paris. Or the time you were locked in a car during a heat wave in Lagos. Or the time you had to run from cannibals in Siberia, an incident completely unrelated to the mission. 

You didn’t think the boys’ apartment would join those places on the list.

You had never missed a mission assignment, but skipping it surely crossed your mind. Though you somehow still ended up walking through their front door. You passed Yoongi and he passed you, both without a word or sign of acknowledgement. Being in the same room lit a flame of deep resentment under you. You took your place on their sofa, arms crossed and lips tight as the others filed in. You would simply do what you needed to do and go back home, you promised yourself.

“Ugh, I can’t wait for summer,” Seokjin said from his side of the sofa.

“Preach. Being stuck here is getting kinda old. Like I get it, travel is limited because of school or whatever, but I could really use an international mission right now. That’s where all the fun is,” Hoseok said.

“It’s only fun when no one gets lost...which happens every time,” Namjoon sighed. “Or when Jungkook doesn’t offend the locals...which also happens every time.”

The boy in question had just walked in with Taehyung. When you had finally mustered up the courage to call his phone after the incident, he never picked up. You had even camped out in front of his door for an hour waiting for him to answer, but he never did.

 He sat down in the farthest possible corner of the room from you. You tried to search his face for any signs, but he wouldn't even look in your direction. You could tell he noticed your staring, but wouldn’t give in. 

That brat.

 You appraised Taehyung instead, but he just scrolled on his phone, absentminded. No, he couldn’t know, could he? You glanced at the rest of the boys. They looked at you normally. Spoke to you normally. Had Jungkook told them, but swore them to secrecy? You were all decent actors. 

 “You can’t even talk. How many times have you lost your passport, Mr. Leader?” Jimin asked. Namjoon just rolled his eyes, “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

“Anyways! Let’s go ahead and recap the last mission, we don’t have that much time before the new assignment.”

Seokjin pulled up the database on his laptop, “Alright, since only us three went this’ll be quick. _____ how many kills did you get?”

“Two.”

“Yoongi?”

“One.”

“Okay so describe the interaction with the first target.”

“The first man-” you were interrupted.

“He was in the kitchen-” Yoongi stopped.

You refused to look at him. You kept your focus on Seokjin.

“It was my kill, so I’ll describe it,” you said flatly.

“Oh yeah. Forgot you took that one.”

The snarkiness in his tone made your eye twitch.

“Like I said in the mission, I took it because I didn’t know you had claimed it.”

“Right.”

“Okay, ____, continue,” Jin urged, typing.

You took a breath, “We found him standing in the kitchen. I slit his throat with a KA-BAR 2211. One solid stroke.”

“Pretty sure you used a Fixation Bowie, but okay,” Yoongi muttered.

“I know what I used, thank you.”

“You sure?”

“Well, they look pretty much the same, right?” Seokjin cut in, chuckling, “Continue.”

“We found the basement and when I opened the door the second target fell down the stairs,” Yoongi spoke.

“He didn't just fall. You kicked him,” you added.

“Didn’t think that part was that important.”

“Lets not start omitting information to make ourselves look better.”

“I’m not worried about looking better. It just wasn’t important.”

“You obviously cut that part out for a reason. If we all started doing that, the data would be flawed. We all do terrible shit, don’t be shy now,” you motioned to Seokjin. “And I’m pretty sure Jin could use that for his notes, right?”

“Uh, yeah?” Seokjin replied. As he typed furiously, he looked up and made eye contact with Namjoon. The leader raised his eyebrows, a silent question. Seokjin shrugged.

Though you didn’t see it, you could sense a wordless conversation happening between Jimin, Taehyung, and Hoseok. The energy in the room was uncomfortable.

“After that, we realized the targets were preparing a victim for a sacrifice. I shot the second target with a Glock 22.”

“Okay, for the final target, Yoongi can you describe that encounter?”

“I stabbed him with an Ontario 6504 I think.”

Seokjin looked up from his screen, “You think?”

“That’s what I said.”

Though Seokjin watched the missions, he needed the reviews to be in the words of the assassin themself, “Well can you at least tell me how you killed him? Was it a slice? A stab? C’mon give me something. I need some precise data here, Yoongi.”

“I stabbed him.”

“Okay, how many times?”

“More than 30.”

The temperature in the room seemed to drop a few degrees. Jimin whistled.

“I’ll just put 31,” Seokjin mumbled.

“Was there a reason for that?” Namjoon asked, calm despite the obvious tension.

Yoongi looked down at the floor as if he would find an answer there. He pursed his lips, “Nope.”

“Alright, I think it’s time to address the elephant in the room,” Namjoon declared. Your stomach somersaulted. “Yoongi, you’ve obviously been upset for a few days now and we can’t ignore it anymore. Is everything okay with you?”

Yoongi scoffed, leaning back in his seat, “What is this? An intervention?”

“Look, you’ve been acting really pissy lately and it's starting to get old,” Jimin said plainly.

“Is it because we saw the nudes on your phone?” Hoseok asked, “She was hot! Sorry for making fun of you, we couldn’t help it!”

You stopped breathing all together.

          “Nudes?” Taehyung finally spoke. His eyebrows joined together in genuine curiosity. “Yoongi got nudes?!”

“Yeah, can you believe it?” Jimin snorted.

You burst out laughing. It was a violent, almost maniacal sound that caught even you off guard. You couldn’t help it from spilling between your lips. You were beside yourself, unhinged as realization smacked you across the face. Your head fell back as you roared. You were seeing red. The fury rolled off your body in waves.

“Right!” Hoseok laughed with you, “It was hilarious! Yoongi didn’t think it was funny, but we all had a good laugh. You should have been there. Or not. Maybe that would have been weird.” 

“What did she look like?” Taehyung asked. 

“We couldn’t see her face,” Jimin said, “It was the classic bathroom mirror selfie, but better. It was, like, slutty meets photography final project with renaissance undertones? I’m not shaming her or anything, whoever the girl was, she was a pro. I don’t know how Yoongi pulled her.”

 “He didn’t deserve it if I’m being honest,” Hoseok shook his head, “Joon, Jin, don’t you two look like that! Don’t act like you weren't into it.”

 Seokjin shrugged, “I mean, yeah, she was hot.”

“How the hell did I miss that?!” Taehyung groaned.

“You aren’t alone. _____ and Jungkook weren’t here either. Maybe if you had stayed for the game you would have been in on it,” Hoseok sang.

The wheels turned in Jungkook’s head. It wasn’t until he saw your near hysterical reaction that it all came together. His mouth flew open, staring straight at you.

“What?” Taehyung asked.

Jungkook slapped a hand over his mouth, “Nothing. Nothing,” he said through his fingers.

You had the strong urge to jump across the coffee table where Yoongi sat. His face was burning as he grit his teeth. Still, he wouldn’t even dare to look in your direction, face the questions and mistrust that your face showed, because that was exactly what he would see. And he knew it.

You worked on taking deep breaths to calm yourself and stop the laughter. But then you would be reminded of the fact that most of the boys in the room had seen your naked body and the chuckling would start all over again.

You looked to find that Jungkook was still staring. Suddenly the laughter stopped, leaving only a blinding fury in its wake.

  Maybe if you pretended you had to go to the bathroom, you could sneak in a few punches when you walked past before anyone could stop you-

             “Well that derailed quickly,” Namjoon sighed as he checked his watch, “Damn, okay let's get started, we don’t have time.”

You didn’t even move when the hour hit and Mr. Kim appeared on Seokjin’s screen. You could hear just fine. You needed to calm down before being seen.

“Good afternoon everyone. I hope you’re all in good spirits. I have some good news for you all today,” Mr. Kim said, fingers clasped on his desk, “We have more intel on Anti. We found their headquarters.”

Your wrath quickly faded.

“You did?!” Taehyung jumped.

“It took an extreme amount of research and outside intel, but yes, we finally got it. They are still an enigma in many ways, but having a sure location is the best breakthrough we’ve had yet.”

A photo of a boarded up building took over the screen. It wasn’t much to look at, and that was surely the point.

“Look at that shithole,” Jimin whispered, “They couldn’t do better than that?” 

“They’ve made a home out of an abandoned hotel located 17 miles from your residences. All of the windows are covered so the building appears unoccupied. This also makes it nearly impossible for us to know what’s inside exactly. There’s a lot of lingering questions, but thanks to the Research Team we can confirm that they have somewhere between 15 to 30 members, all of whom are already trained assassins. We think they were all rogue at some point but came together under Anti a few years ago.” 

“Well I’m glad to know there’s more information,” Namjoon sighed.

“And it's just enough to send you on your next mission to abolish the organization.”

“What?!” Namjoon blurted.

“Huh?” you said from your spot off camera.

“I mean, so soon?” Namjoon said.

“We realize that we cannot wait any longer to attack. Any more time spent being defensive puts you all at greater risk. So with that being said, the Council and I have made the decision to go ahead with the mission. You all will be present, since we need all hands on deck. The goal is to eliminate everyone in the building.”

“Sir,” Hoseok said, “do you expect us to complete this mission alone? Just the 8 of us?”

“I’m with Hoseok on this. I don’t think it's smart, with all do respect, sir,” Seokjin said, “I don’t think we’re prepared. And there’s so many unknown factors, we don’t know what we’re even getting into!”

Unlike any of the other missions, there was an endless amount of questions with Anti. No faces. No known skill sets. No set number of targets. Just a location. You had several dangerous jobs in the past, but never were you tasked with killing other assassins. 

You pushed your way into the frame, “Can’t we get help from another Squad? That would only be fair,” you were grasping on to anything at this point, “We’ll be extremely outnumbered otherwise, sir.”

“I understand your hesitance, I do. But this is a delicate situation that needs immediate attention. The nearest team is Squad 11 but they along with the other squads would either take too long to get to the location or already have prior obligations lined up for the coming weeks.”

“When can we expect to be sent out for the mission?” Namjoon asked.

“In three days,” Mr. Kim said. You had been given far less time to prepare than that, but that didn’t seem like nearly enough time. He sensed the Squad’s hesitance through the screen. “This assignment came after a long conversation with The Council and we all agree that you are more than capable. You’ve proven yourselves worthy of the task time and time again. It seems the only ones who don’t have faith are you all. Do you not think you’re qualified?”

There was a hush that fell over the room.

          “I think we’re all qualified, Grandfather, it's just...overwhelming,” Namjoon answered.

“I hear you. Take care of yourselves these next few days. Prepare as you must but don’t strain yourselves, you need to be at your best. Also it is a known order that each individual gets a pay raise only every 50 kills...but since we acknowledge the dangers here, for a little incentive we have agreed to increase everyone’s pay by half of your current salary once this mission is completed.”

“Half?!” Jimin jumped.

“H-half our salary?” Jungkook spluttered. 

Half. Getting that much from one mission was unheard of for any squad. Though there was a sinking in your stomach. There weren’t many options, if any at all.

“Shit,” Namjoon sighed to himself. 

“Like always I’ll be sending coordinates and necessary information after the call. But because there is a lot of unpredictability, I think it's best to leave the mission direction to you. There are no assigned roles this time. Assignments will be determined on your own depending on how you all see fit.”

Mr. Kim said his final words of encouragement and bid you farewell. Some began discussing plans as the information came in while others tried to calm their nerves.

Yoongi got up and tapped Jungkook on the shoulder. Hesitant, the youngest looked up. 

“Yeah?”

“Get up.”

When Jungkook took too long to move, Yoongi yanked his arm and shoved him towards the front door. 

“I’m going, I’m going! Christ, don’t push me.” Jungkook muttered when Yoongi pulled the door behind them.

Jungkook squirmed under Yoongi’s scrutiny. He just watched him with folded arms as the seconds ticked on. 

“So...what?” Jungkook asked. Yoongi’s face read “You know exactly what”. He was right. “Okay! I’m sorry? Look, I don’t even know what-”

“Did you say anything?”

“Wh-?”

Yoongi grabbed Jungkook by the collar, “Did you fucking tell anyone?!” It was a mere whisper. Though they were outside, he didn’t forget how good everyone’s hearing was inside the apartment.

“No!”

“I don’t think I believe you.”

“I swear!” he choked back a grunt when Yoongi pushed him against the wall.

“Not even Taehyung?”

“Hell no! I mean I was going to, but I didn’t! Can you blame me after what the hell I saw?! I’m still scarred, man!”

“Are you going to tell anyone?”

“Not unless you want me to?” Yoongi tightened his grip, “Okay! I won't, I promise, fuck!”

“How can I believe you, huh? Should I pull a Jimin if you break your word?”

Jungkook winced at the thought of losing any part of his manhood the way Haneul did, “You won’t even have to go that far. C’mon, Yoongi, you know me better than that! It was better me that saw than fucking Taehyung or Hoseok. The whole university would know by now!”

“Jungkook. No one can know what you walked in on.”

“Dude, I swore I wouldn’t tell anybody. Chill out-”

“Don’t fucking tell me to chill out, this could be the end of my whole career!”

“I know! That’s why I’m so confused. How could you of all people ignore the rules? And with….____? Her tits are still burned in my brain and they won’t fucking leave!”

“Well make it leave!”

“You don’t think I tried?! I’m not enjoying this like how you might think! How the hell did you two even start, anyways?!”

Yoongi loosened his grip, “I...I don’t know.”

“You couldn’t choose anyone else? She couldn’t choose anyone else? I don’t even get how that could work. You’re both just so...you.”

“I fucked up, Jungkook. I really fucked up,” Yoongi sighed. He stepped back.

“So are you two, like, together?” Yoongi flashed his eyes and Jungkook flinched, “You know what, nevermind. The tension during the mission review said enough. If you were, you aren’t anymore.”

“It wasn’t like that.”

“So you were just...fucking?” he winced when he said the last word.

“You sure are asking a lot of questions.”

“Wow it's almost like I walked in on my friends about to smash or something, weird.”

“Just don’t say anything.”

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Inside, you had gotten up to get a drink from the kitchen. Your rage had eased a bit, now replaced with nerves. You glanced towards the door where Yoongi and Jungkook had disappeared. You wanted to go outside and hear the conversation. It was your story too. But you knew it would be even more suspicious if you joined them. Could he handle it alone? It crossed your mind as a painful realization. 

Years of trust you had placed in Yoongi had begun to disintegrate in only a matter of hours.

“Hey.”

Namjoon took a spot beside you, leaning against the counter.

“S’up?” you took a sip.

“Do you have a minute?” he nodded towards the hallway.

“Yeah, sure thing.” 

You followed him into his bedroom and he closed the door.

 You sat down on his bed and fidgeted with your fingers. 

There was a level of formality and secrecy that made you uneasy. 

“Uh, so what did you want to talk about?” you asked.

“You, really,” he rubbed the back of his neck, “Are you okay? I didn’t want to ask in front of the others because I got the feeling that you wouldn’t really appreciate that.”

“I’m great. Perfect. Why do you ask?”

“_____.” he deadpanned.

“What?”

“You’re lying.”

You spluttered for a reply but fell short. He made up for the silence.

“It’s just...you’ve been really distant lately. We didn’t really see you at all last week, and I get it, maybe you just need a break. But you’re angry. Specifically at Yoongi.”

Namjoon wasn’t one to hold back for anyone. He would call out bullshit from miles away, and he had you in his sights. Damn him.

“I mean...yeah. Yeah, I’m angry at him.”

“Was it something that happened at the last mission? I know we tried to talk about it but it didn’t really go as planned. I can imagine that what you both saw had an impact on you. Especially with Yoongi...losing focus like he did with the last target.”

“Kind of,” you couldn’t even look at him, focusing on the carpet instead, “We just got into a fight. We’re not really on the best terms right now. That’s it. So you don’t need to worry about it. It won’t mess up the mission or anything.”

“I’m not worried about the mission right now, I’m worried about you,” Namjoon corrected, “I just wanna make sure you’re okay first. And if there’s anything I can do to help that, just let me know. I’m being serious.”

You looked up to where he stood in front of you. The sincerity was obvious, almost palpable. 

“Thanks for asking, Joon.”

He gave a small smile, “It's my job...as a friend.”

There was a knock on the door.

“Come in!” Namjoon called.

Seokjin peeked inside, “Oh, ____’s in here, perfect. Sorry to interrupt, but I got some good news.”

“Whats up?” Namjoon asked.

“The Academy was able to access the files from the drones and analysis will begin soon.”

       Namjoon relaxed, “Great. At least we got some good news today.”

You blinked at the oldest man, “What does that mean?”

“You know how we thought we lost all the footage from the last mission, right? Well I forgot that The Academy has a real time feed from the drones whenever I use them.”

“I’m...I’m not understanding,” you said. Though in reality you did. You just didn’t want to.

“Well it just so happens that The Academy also records the live feed that the drone takes too just in case my files get wiped. It’s always just a backup and they never actually check it because the notes I send is always enough. But since the whole thing with the police happened, they’re for sure checking it now so they don’t have to rely on just my notes and witness accounts. It's a headache really, but now it’s in The Academy’s hands.”

Bile suddenly rose in your throat. It took everything not to release it onto Namjoon’s fresh comforter. You buried your nails in your palm to stabilize yourself. You had lost track of how many times regret had taken hold of you and forced you to look at yourself. How many times dread pulled you at every corner and faced you with the inevitable. How many times fear hung you off the edge of reality and threatened to leave you there.

 The two men’s voices began to fade into the void of your own thoughts.

You were stranded there.

“_______!” you registered the voice as Namjoon’s. You realized that he had been calling you when you saw the concern on their faces. You didn’t know when you decided to stand, but you slowly made your way to the door with shaky legs.

“You look sick, maybe you should-”

“I…I gotta go,” you replied, closing his bedroom door and slamming it behind you.

______________________

      Nothing worked. 

No matter how many times you tried to sleep it off, the weight of dread carried into your dreams. School didn’t help, as every assignment just seemed so pointless. Even a pre-mission sparring session with Hoseok and Taehyung didn’t quell the torture of what you knew to be the inevitable. The two marked it off as nerves--assured you the mission would go fine, Anti would be defeated with no problem.

 If only they knew. 

So when D-Day rolled around, there was a numbness there. 

Everyone met at the boys’ apartment. The sun had set, and there was an unusual hush as everyone prepared; just quick questions as weapons were compared and packed away, then back to a rigid concentration. The squad was dressed in all black, even down to the boots and gloves. 

Namjoon rolled his shoulders back, “Let’s roll out.”

The group sat the cases on the asphalt when everyone reached the parking lot. You carried two at a time to the trunk, the weight of the guns normal now. Your squad offered help, but you waved them inside the vehicle and assured you had it on your own. When you bent down to grab the last case, Yoongi’s fingers went to take it from you. You jerked your hand back and went to put it along with the rest. You heard his footsteps follow you. 

The others had already taken their seats inside the van by then, and you wished he had joined them instead of lingering to “help”.

Before you could lift the final case inside the trunk he took it from you and placed it inside himself. Another wave of rage built up inside you, and you nearly slammed his fingers as you closed the trunk behind you. He grabbed your arm and you wrenched yourself free.

“Hold up-” he whispered.

“I don’t wanna fucking do this right now, okay?”

“I just want to let you know I talked to Jungkook, that's all.”

“Oh, did you show him my nudes too?” you seethed.

His face softened, “Look, it's not what you think! They stole my phone and saw it!”

“How the hell could they see it if you deleted it?!”

“I mean, I did delete it, but,” he sighed, pushing the words out, “I saved it to my Cloud before I did.”

Your jaw clenched, “So you didn’t really delete it? You saved them to your personal spank bank even though I told you to delete it? Just so that wouldn’t happen?”

“They were just so good I….I’m sorry,” he breathed.

“I took those for you,” the pain in your voice was clear, even more so on your face as you searched his eyes, “not them. They were for you for that one moment.”

“I know. I’m so sorry, ____,  it was an accid-”

“None of it’s gonna matter anyways. Jin told me The Academy has access to the drone footage now. Save your excuses for them.”

“What? Wait!”

You brushed past him and took your spot inside the van. Even when Yoongi eventually followed behind and took his own seat, you continued to stare out the window. 

The drive, like in the apartment, was tense. The silence was smothering, doing nothing to calm the unease that everyone felt. You were in your own head, hoping your years of combat served you that night.

An alarm on Seokjin’s screen beeped, warning him that you all were nearing the limits of a surveillance device at the Anti headquarters. With a few quick clicks, Seokjin made his devices go off the grid, untraceable once you all were within reach. 

“We’re about a quarter mile away,” he announced.

Namjoon turned to see the stern faces of Squad 16 from the passenger seat, “Okay. There’s a lot of moving parts at play in this mission, we just have to be smart about how to use them. You all saw The Academy’s memo about the helicopter, yeah?”

Everyone nodded.

“They really pulled out all the stops, huh?” Jimin sighed, leg bouncing anxiously. He was rarely nervous.

“We don’t have to use it, but since this is such a high risk mission they recommend it as a get-away opposed to the van. They said this building has an accessible roof, so we just have to get to it. Seokjin, you’re in charge of dispatching it when the time comes.”

“Roger that,” the driver said.

“Now, I know there’s a lot of uncertainty here. This mission will take a lot of stealth more than anything. Because that's your specialty, I think you should take the lead on mission direction.”

The group turned to the person Namjoon had addressed. 

Hoseok stared back with wide eyes, “Me?!”

“We’re here to support of course, but you’re the best to evaluate what needs to be done.”

“I mean...okay, if you say so,” Hoseok muttered.

“We all believe and trust your judgement. You’ve got this, you always have.”

Hoseok nodded.

The terrain suddenly changed. The flat road turned to rocky gravel as the mass of brick and wood came into view. Seokjin pulled into the shadows. From where you were, you could see the entire building and all of its boarded up windows. 

“You took care of the cameras?” Namjoon asked Seokjin.

“Of course,” he replied, quickly typing in codes as the screen flashed through several windows. “Their security is tight, but I managed to break through. I have their surveillance room looking at a pre-recorded tape of all areas now, so they can’t see us. I don’t know how long I’ll be able to keep it up before they notice, so we have to move fast.”

There was a sudden flash of light. You all sunk down as another SUV drove up to the building. It parked about 100 meters away from the van near a side door. Four figures stepped out of the car.

“Do you think they’re a part of Anti?” Taehyung asked.

“I guess, who else would be out here except us and them?” Jimin replied, “We should take them out too right--?”

“Got it,” Jungkook interrupted. He rolled down his window the slightest bit. He took the sniper rifle that had been resting on his lap, and pointed it towards them. After finding them in the scope, he pulled the trigger without reservation. Four bullets flew silently, drilling through the skulls as the unsuspecting victims sank to the ground. He could see a man in the driver’s seat looking around frantically as he reached for a gun. Jungkook pulled the trigger and nabbed him right between the eyes, “Bingo.”

“Go!” Namjoon urged. Everyone exited the van, grabbed their weapons, and made a dash towards the other car in the dark of night. 

Splayed out on the concrete, you noticed that the four limp bodies were dressed the same: black and red bodysuits with a matching mask that covered everything except their eyes. The bullet hole in them was so small, it was barely noticeable. Yoongi snatched the masks from their heads, uncovering their faces. They were unfamiliar. Three men and one woman. 

Jimin flipped one of the bodies over with his foot. Printed on the back of the bodysuit was a number. He flipped over the rest and found the same, but different digits.

“That must be some sort of identifier,” Namjoon said, “Since they cover their faces, it must be the only way to tell each other apart on the inside.”

“I think I’ve got a plan,” Hoseok said, bending down to assess the corpses, “We need to disguise as them. We’ll have to take their clothes and go inside.”

Jimin gave an incredulous look, “You think that’ll work?”

“Well we can’t just bust up in there and start shooting now can we? We have to start somewhere.”

“He’s got a point,” you said, “We have no idea what we’re up against in there. The least we can do is look the part to make it easier.”

A breeze blew over the group, as did a silence as you realized there were only 4 disguises.

“So who’s going inside?” Yoongi asked.

Hoseok rubbed his neck, “Keeping consistent body type and skill set in mind...I think me, Namjoon, Jungkook, and ________ should go. We have a wide enough range of skills to cover the bases.”

You couldn’t help but tense up.

Hoseok looked over at Namjoon for approval. He seemed to be deep in thought, mulling over the suggestion. 

“Okay. Taehyung, Jimin, Yoongi, you’ll be on perimeter security duty. Don’t let anyone out of the building or in. Kill on sight if they try. Jin will have surveillance covered.”

There was a thick, pensive silence as everyone listened, but there was no objection. Namjoon put his hand in the middle of the circle. The rest of the squad followed, slower than usual. 

“Make it clean, make it quick.” you all echoed as you did every mission. 

With a habitual quickness, you all broke apart. Seokjin dropped the dead driver next to the other bodies on the floor and took off the man’s clothes. Taehyung, Jimin, and Yoongi dragged the stripped Anti assassins to a patch of high grass. You, Namjoon, Hoseok, Jungkook, and Seokjin discarded your own clothes as you replaced them with the bodysuit. The cool night air was harsh on your exposed skin. None of the boys even dared to even look in your direction, as the five of you were down to your underwear. You rushed to cover yourself, and a voice in the back of your head gave a sharp reminder that a sports bra and panties was modest compared to what had already been seen.

The bodysuit was fitting, perfect even. The spandex against your skin felt criminal. Putting the mask over your head felt like a seal of fate. The bright red number 8 on your back was the nail in the coffin.

“Hey,” Jimin called when you were all done dressing, “Don’t be stupid. If it gets messy, leave.”

“Seriously. Don’t risk your lives for a pay raise,” Seokjin echoed, “Especially you Jungkook, don’t get cocky.”

“I’m not stupid,” he snapped.

“Just be safe,” Taehyung said, adjusting the strap of his sniper rifle, “If we all leave this mission alive, I think that's an accomplishment itself.”

“Can we just agree that if we feel like it's getting too risky, we just abort the mission?” you proposed.

That was a last case scenario that had never even been thought of before. There was never a time when you hadn’t succeeded. 

Namjoon sighed, “Okay. Fine. We’ll be in touch. Let’s go.”

You turned to walk with the three others when you caught Yoongi’s eyes. There was a lot in them, a warning, a suggestion, a plea of some sorts- though he didn’t say a thing and turned to go with his group.

The four of you moved to attach your weapons on your belts as you walked towards the side door. 

“Thanks for going along with my plan by the way...not that ____ had much of a choice being, you know, the only girl and all,” Hoseok said, shooting you a sorry expression.

You rolled your eyes, “You’re lucky I’m here to save your asses like always.”

“You’re not wrong.”

“It was a good plan, Hoseok. We trust you,” Namjoon assured.

Oddly enough the door was unlocked when you approached it. Guard up and shoulders back, you took a step inside. You were all greeted with a small room, black painted walls and bright crimson carpet. On the wall across from you was another door, the only other exit. 

“The cameras in this room can’t see us right?” Namjoon asked the earpiece.

“They can’t. The feed is still pre-recorded but like I said it won’t last long, and then I’ll be forced to put it back to normal or risk threatening the mission. I’d say you all might have a good 20 minutes before then. Their cyber security might even be as good as The Academy’s, I’m actually struggling over here to keep up.”

“Okay, we need to clear this building as fast as possible. We can’t stay too long,” Namjoon stated.

“We should split up then,” Hoseok suggested, “We’d cover more ground. 

“True. If we all stayed in the same place that would give them more time to catch on,” you said.

“I agree,” Jungkook nodded.

“Okay. There’s three floors to this building. I can take the first, ______ and Jungkook can take the second, and Hoseok can take the third,” the leader directed.

You went to open the other door, but found it to be locked. 

“Let me try,” Jungkook pushed past you to wretch it open, but it was stuck, “What the hell?”

“Wait,” Namjoon noticed a monitor on the side of the door. It read ‘Fingerprint Access Only’.

“Fingerprint? How are we gonna get through?!”

No one was stupid enough to try their own print on the screen. 

“Jin, we ran into a problem. The door can only be opened with fingerprint access, can you disable it?” you asked.

There was a pause on the other side.

“Fingerprints?”

“Yeah, that's what the screen says.”

“That isn’t even coming up in my system...I don’t see it anywhere,” he replied, panic in his tone. You could hear the clicking of keys in your ear, “What the hell?”

“You don’t see it?” Jungkook asked.

“No! I mean I can keep looking but who knows how long it’ll take? We’re already on a time crunch.”

“Shit,” Hoseok said, leaning against the wall and rubbing the mask on his face. You couldn’t see anything but his eyes but they mirrored your own dread.

“Can’t we just try and force it open?” Jungkook asked, “The four of us can make it work.”

“I guarantee it’s connected to the security system and will probably set off an alarm. That’s the last thing we need,” Namjoon sighed.

“The whole purpose of these outfits is to be inconspicuous. Breaking down the door without knowing what's on the other side completely defeats that,” you groaned.

“But time is running--!” Jungkook began. There was a beep as the door was suddenly pushed open. A tall figure stepped into the room. They wore the same bodysuit as the four of you, showing nothing but toned muscles through the tight fabric and hard eyes through the slit of the mask. 

Your squad froze, not uttering a word or breathing as they walked by. The figure gave a quick nod and continued to walk right through the side door.

Hoseok caught the door with his foot.

“We got the door open. By the way, someone just went outside through the side door,” you warned.

A light thud could be heard outside, a body hitting the floor.

“Got it,” Taehyung said.

The four of you slowly slid through the door, only to see that it led to a long hallway. The walls were equally black and the floors carpeted red. There was a sting of lights that hung from the ceiling as well as what looked like a 360 degree camera. It was empty and silent. Even listening hard, you didn’t hear a hum of voices.

“Okay. Keep in touch. Be smart,” Namjoon said in a low voice.

You, Jungkook, and Hoseok went the opposite direction of your leader to find the nearest staircase. 

Namjoon went down the narrow hall. The blackness was choking, as it felt like the walls were closing in on him, trapping him. The many rooms that lined the halls made sense, given that it used to be a hotel. He peeked into every one he passed, but came up empty. He had nearly made it to the end until he found two rooms, one directly across from the other. Namjoon looked into one, finding a room of a few sleeping figures and lines of desks. Their heads rested on them as light snoring could be heard.  He looked into the other room to find the same scene. This looked like break rooms of sorts, telling from the refrigerators and sofas in the corner. The windows in both rooms were covered by wooden planks, securely from the looks of it. 

Namjoon noticed a side door at the furthest point of the hallway and decided to investigate. It lead to what looked to be a garage. It was also empty, and his footsteps echoed across the floor. In a box on a counter, he noticed a rope. On the floor beside it, a canister of gasoline. He scrambled through a few boxes to find the last ingredient, and he relaxed when he found it: a pack of matches.

Something clicked for him at that moment.

“Hey,” he told the earpiece, “I know an even faster way to clear the building.”

“Please share,” Hoseok replied. 

“I’m going to start a fire on the first floor,” he waited for questions or objections, but there were none, “then I’ll make my way up. That way anyone on the floors above will be trapped and have to face us as the fire moves up. Either that, or try to leave the building but have to face the four of you outside.”

“So how are we going to get out?” you asked.

“We’ll just have to make it onto the roof and call the helicopter. Seokjin, be ready to dispatch them when the time comes.”

“Roger that,” Seokjin answered.

“Tae, Jimin, Yoongi, Seokjin, be on guard for anyone that tries to escape.”

There was an echo of agreement.

Namjoon grabbed everything and went back into the hallway

He slid into the first room, a ghost of his former self. At this point in his career, tiptoeing was childish. He had mastered the art of silent steps, shrinking the magnitude of his presence and aura to be undiscovered by the average person. He moved around the first room, still cautious of the few sleeping bodies as he poured the liquid around the desks. Just as quickly, he left the room and went across the hall. 

He did the same to the second break room, spreading the smelly substance around the room as he weaved between the figures. The carpet was stained, soaking with what was soon to be their demise. Namjoon heard a shift behind him, as one of the bodies began to stir. They pushed themself up, eyes showing confusion through the mask. Any normal person wouldn’t have awoken, but their senses were heightened too. They appraised Namjoon and the canister.

“Number 5...what the hell are you doing?” the masked man asked.

Namjoon ignored the question, walking calmly to stand in the doorway instead. By this time, the others in the room had begun to rise, and stretched as they tried to make sense of what stood before them. When Namjoon reached into his pocket and grabbed the match, there was a collective pause. Though that second was all it took for him to light it and flick it into the room, engulfing everything in flames. He slammed the door behind him, taking the rope and tying it around the doorknob on the outside.

He quickly walked back to the first room, where the sounds of screams across the hall had caused them to wake. 

“Why does it smell like gasoline?” one of the masked figures asked.

“What the fuck is going...on?” a woman’s voice began, stopping when she saw Namjoon’s silhouette.

“Number 5, woah, let’s-let’s think about this,” said another. 

When Namjoon lit the match, everyone rose to their feet.

 “Five don’t you dare!”

Namjoon dropped the match at his feet. The fire followed the dainty pattern of gasoline he had drawn across the room, trapping the figures inside. They went to run to the door, but Namjoon shut it. In one motion, he tied the other end of the rope to the doorknob, linking the two rooms together. Both handles jiggled violently, but as one pulled on one handle, it further shut the opposite door. It was a battle for freedom that neither could win. They were trapped.

Namjoon stood for a while to make sure the handles would hold, but reminded himself of the time crunch. He picked the canister back up and continued down the hall towards the staircase, leaving a trail of gasoline behind him. The screams carried as well.

             “The first floor is taken care of,” Namjoon announced, “I’m coming up soon.”

____________________

       The second floor was almost identical to the first-- a maze of crushing halls that went on forever in both directions.

Neither you nor Jungkook had spoken a word to each other since you split from the other two. There was a silent consensus that it was under the guise of focus on the mission. 

“I made it to the third floor,” whispered Hoseok through your earpieces.

“Anything to report?” you replied.

“Not yet. I’ll keep you all updated.”

“Now why the hell couldn’t I get my own floor?” Jungkook mumbled to himself.

It was probably a rhetorical question, but you found yourself replying in a hushed voice, “Probably because you’re unpredictable and need to be babysat. Lucky me.”

You both continued, passing several unoccupied rooms in your search.

Jungkook fiddled with his sleeve, a sign he had something on his mind.

“Hey, about the other day...” he began.

You pointed to your earpiece and shook your head.

Not right now.

He stopped and nodded.

        “Hey,” came Namjoon’s voice, “I know an even faster way to clear the building.”

“Please share,” said Hoseok.

“I’m going to start a fire on the first floor, then I’ll make my way up. That way anyone on the floors above will be trapped and have to face us as the fire moves up. Either that, or try to leave the building but have to face the four of you outside.”

“So how are we going to get out?” you asked.

“We’ll just have to make it onto the roof and call the helicopter. Seokjin, be ready to dispatch them when the time comes.”

The plan was risky- one that required perfect timing or else you’d be in more trouble than what you began with. But Namjoon was rarely wrong. No one had a reason to doubt him yet. It just meant you had to be quick.

Around the corner were two gendered bathroom doors.

“Wanna check?” Jungkook asked.

You nodded, “Be back in 2.”

Inside, one wall was completely covered by sinks and mirrors, the opposite lined with stalls. You heard the toilet flush, and out stepped a slim figure, much taller than you.

She looked at you through the mask, an acknowledgment. Her gloves were placed to the side, revealing hands riddled with scars as she ran them under the water. There was a big 13 printed on her back. You eyed the gun at her waist.

You stepped behind her, as if to brush past to get to the stall. But instead you grabbed the back of her head and slammed it against the mirror. The glass shattered, tinkling to the floor. Blood dripped down through the eye slit of the woman’s mask. Though dazed, she quickly reached for the weapon on her belt. She went to aim but you quickly knocked it from her hands, and it joined the glass pieces on the ground. You kneed her in the gut, and she doubled over for a second, but not before swiping your feet. You lost your balance, and in that second, she was able to knock you to the ground. With sheer strength alone, she held you down and climbed on top. She was far bigger, far stronger than you, and it didn’t take long to figure out. 

         She blinked furiously, blinded by the blood that trickled into her eyes. She felt for your throat, trying to wrap around it, but you landed a solid punch to her jaw.  She scratched and felt around, and you grabbed a long glass shard beside your head. You swung up and planted it deep in her neck. A few choked gurgles left her lips, and then she sunk to the bathroom floor beside you. There was no time to catch your breath. You drug her into the farthest stall and closed the door, walking past the glass and into the hall.

___________________

Next door, Jungkook was at a bit of a loss of what to do. In the men’s bathroom, there was only one person in the stall. He contemplated kicking down the door, but killing someone while they’re taking a shit just seemed extra fucked up, even by his standards.

Jungkook sighed and fixed the suppressor on his automatic rifle. Suddenly the door opened, and two more masked men stepped inside. 

“‘Sup Number 22?!” asked one man with the number 17 on his back. 

Jungkook recognized 22 as his own number. 

“Damn that’s a nice piece you got there. Need some help with that?” the other said in a tone that made Jungkook’s blood boil the slightest bit.

“You know he does. 22 can’t shoot for shit. Just stick with the tech, okay? Leave the artillery for the pros,” Number 17 winked.

Jungkook just watched as the two laughing men went into the stalls next to each other. There was a lingering feeling of annoyance, one that was soon joined by anger. It was a feeling he knew too well. 

These weirdos don’t even use names here? Jungkook thought.

He scoffed and positioned himself on the side of the line of stalls, past thoughts thrown out the window. He bent down, seeing three pairs of feet lined up. From the sound of their voices, he was able to gauge exactly where their heads were.

He pressed the end of the rifle to the plastic partition and fired a single shot. The one bullet shot through the stalls and hit the three heads. One second later, he heard the bodies hit the floor. He didn’t even need to check to make sure they were dead. Of course they were, he was Jeon Jungkook. Suddenly, he didn’t feel so bad anymore.

Turning on his heels, he stepped outside. You joined him at the same time.

Suddenly Namjoon’s voice rang through your ears, “The first floor is taken care of. I’m coming up soon.”

“Okay, we’ll wait for you by the stairs. We just cleared an area of the second floor. We might find more people if we keep looking. It's really quiet around here. It’s almost too easy.” you replied.

“Shit. Okay don’t panic,” Seokjin warned, “but I had to put the cameras back on the normal feed. So just be careful.”

You felt yourself tense up, as did Jungkook by your side. You casually turned to see the 360 degree camera hanging from the ceiling. It blinked red, and you gulped.

“C’mon, let’s go to the stairs,” you muttered.

_____________

Unlike the others, the third floor felt alive. Hoseok hadn’t run into anyone yet, but as soon as he made it up the stairs he heard the voices. He walked slowly, weighing his options as the red carpet scraped against the bottom of his shoes.

“Hey, I think most people are on the third floor,” he whispered as he walked. The camera blinked above his head, and he had to remind himself that the mask maintained his anonymity, “I might need some help soon.”

There was a sudden beeping from a speaker on the walls, and he froze in his spot. A staticky voice pierced through the hall, “Attention. Calling Numbers 5, 10, 13, and 17 to the third floor board room immediately.”

Third floor. Hoseok thought back to his path. Had he already passed the board room? What was his number again-?

“10!” called a sudden voice, “Number 10!”

Hoseok turned around. A stocky masked-man jogged towards him. Hoseok looked around the empty hall, placing his hand on his weapons belt.

“Hey! Where the hell have you been? You know what, nevermind, let’s just go. We’re already running behind schedule waiting on you and the other three.”

The man had a bold number 24 on his back. He placed a hand on Hoseok’s shoulder as he quickly guided him towards a set of double doors. He pushed them open to reveal a large table surrounded by Anti assassins. Everyone turned to the two of them, eyes showing everything from relief to exasperation. 

Everyone stood when the two of them entered the room. It was uncomfortably quiet. Hoseok went to stand at an empty seat. It wasn’t until Number 24 went to sit at the head of the long table that everyone sat. With shaky legs and a thumping heart, Hoseok followed. 

“Well since Number 10 is here, we can get started,” Number 24 said.

“What about the rest?” someone with a shrill voice asked to Hoseok’s left, “Shouldn’t Number 13 be here? She’s not answering her radio.”

Someone else snorted, “Fuck 13. Last time I checked she was taking a dump. She can catch up on notes later.”

“Alright,” Number 24 called. Everyone’s attention snapped to him and grew quiet, “We’re running behind so let’s just begin.”

He grabbed a remote and switched it to the projector, which shined with an image of a checklist. Hoseok quickly read through the unfamiliar phrases. The information gave him no leads.

“Number 11,” called 24 from the head of the table, “What’s the update on your mission?”

Hoseok followed his gaze to see a petite girl sitting at the farthest corner of the table, arms folded. He still couldn’t shake how weird the numbers were. No one was more than a digit there. It made him uneasy, and a chill threatened to rake up his body. 

The girl, Number 11, scoffed, “Update? What do you want to know?”

“Did you do it yet?” another man chimed in.

“Not yet,” she shrugged.

“Of course not, she’s been working on this for months,” said another, “You have one job, why’s it taking so long?”

Number 24 strummed his fingers on the table, “I’m starting to think you’re incompetent, 11...or scared. I’m not sure which is worse, honestly.”

       “Listen,” she laughed without humor, “don’t rush good work, okay? It’ll get done.”

Number 24 sighed, ready to continue when the room was suddenly washed with a neon orange light. An alarm came after, blaring out of the speakers.

The group looked around, confused.

“Isn’t that the fire alarm?” one of the men asked.

“F-?” the man next to Hoseok began. Though Hoseok had already pulled the pistol from his waist and planted a bullet into his skull. He turned and shot the man on his other side. Both crashed to the ground. Without a moment to pause, Hoseok ducked under the table. He didn’t have to look to know it was coming, it was expected. He felt a bullet whiz past his head. The room erupted into chaos, swirling with questions and bullets. 

He quickly grabbed the underside of the table and pushed it to its side like a wall, separating himself from the rest of the room.

“I need backup!” Hoseok called to the earpiece, “I’m in the 3rd floor boardroom!”

“We’re on our way up now! Just hold out!” you replied.

Two bullets shot through the table, and Hoseok ducked and fired a few of his own over the table. He heard a grunt and heavy thud. It was an all out war zone, as gunfire filled the space. Hoseok was close to the door. He contemplated an escape when the wood of the table suddenly split in half. 

One of the masked figures had kicked through the table, and before he could react Hoseok was thrown against a wall. The man lurched his foot in Hoseok’s gut, and he doubled over as the breath was knocked from him. Hoseok grabbed the knife in his belt and dug it deep into the Anti assassin’s thigh. Though, there wasn’t a reaction. Not even a cry of pain. Hoseok searched the man’s eyes, and even as his leg bled, there was a look of amusement there. He pulled back his fist and punched Hoseok square in the cheekbone. For the briefest moment, Hoseok saw stars.

He regained himself, wrestling with the man when he saw a glint in his periphery. He ducked, and a second later the man’s hold on him stilled. He coughed a few times, and fell to the floor. Hoseok saw a blade, lodged in his back, meant for him instead. 

He immediately grabbed the door handle and launched himself into the hallway. 

He heard the footsteps trailing after him, and he turned and fired back as the hallway was sprayed with bullets. As he ran, a sharp pain pierced through his shoulder. He stumbled, pushing himself to run faster as he turned down another hall.

Hoseok touched his burning shoulder, finding his hand bloody when he pulled it back. 

“Shit,” he breathed, inspecting the bullet wound. 

The footfalls continued, nearing closer. In the short hallway was one of the few windows he had seen in the entire building. It was boarded up lazily with wooden planks, and Hoseok rushed to kick into them, ignoring the pain in his arm as his body jolted. When he managed a hole big enough for his body he peeked through to see what awaited him below, and paused. Directly under the window was a lake, about a 50 foot drop. His heart plummeted. Just looking at the still black water below made him nauseous. There had to be another way, he thought. He searched for another room, another hallway, anything but the dark water awaiting him. But as the footsteps neared he knew he had no choice. 

        His heart stuttered. 

     Hoseok sat himself on the window sill, ears ringing as the footsteps drew nearer. The next moment he jumped, sinking into the abyss. 

____________________

Outside, the boys secured the perimeter of the square building as they were told. 

Jimin and Yoongi shared one side. They crouched in the brush, staring up at the blocked windows.

Jimin fidgeted with the sniper rifle in his lap. He was so used to being in on the action, hearing everything play through his earpiece only made him yearn for it more.

Yoongi sat by his side, silent as usual, staring up at the seemingly abandoned building. He could see a slight glow from within, a sign that Namjoon’s fire had made its way up to the 2nd floor.

        “Say something, you’re making me nervous,” Jimin blurted out of nowhere. Yoongi turned to him, an obvious question in his expression, “It's like I’m out here by myself.”

“Well you’re not.”

Jimin sighed. The glow of the fire made his anxiety skyrocket. Namjoon usually had good ideas, but this one was so wild, so unpredictable, he had to think twice, “You think they’re okay in there? No one has checked in in a while. I still think we should have gone inside.”

“Nothing we can do about it now, right?” Yoongi shrugged, “We couldn’t have gone in even if we wanted to.”

“Well yeah, but come on. This is Anti we’re talking about, how can you be so lax?” Jimin asked, appraising his squad mate in the darkness, “Are you okay? I’ll apologize for what happened with pictures again if this is what it’s about. I messed up-”

“Let’s focus on the mission, yeah?”

Jimin deflated, “Yeah. Okay.”

_____________

On another side of the building, Taehyung had set up his post. He laid flat on his stomach, peering through his scope at the glowing windows. He had the entire front side to himself as the best shooter in the outside group. The square building would have been divided evenly among the four men if the back side was an option, but they realized that it was guarded by a lake. No matter how good they were, no angle would allow them clearance of that side.

Through his earpiece, he could hear scattered conversations. The silence of outside was haunting, especially as he knew the hell that wreaked within. The orange glow grew brighter, and he heard the screams ringing from the second floor. 

“Have you had any escape on your side yet, Jin?” Jimin asked.

“Nope,” he responded. He was still parked by the side door in the Anti van, “and I hope it stays that way, too.”

       “What about you, Tae?” Jimin asked.

As soon as the question was asked, there was a loud crash. Above him, was a wooden plank hanging from the second floor window. It was kicked out by three figures. Their silhouettes were all Taehyung could see. Behind them, the fire raged as they prepared to jump to the ground below. Though they didn’t get the chance. In a split second, Taehyung zeroed in and fired three shots. The Anti figures went limp and tumbled out the window, falling into the overgrown hedges below. 

“I just got three from a second floor window!” he called. 

“Shit, they’re actually getting out?!” Seokjin asked.

“Just keep your guards up!” Jimin said.

With the window being open, all of the maylay was released into the stillness of outside. The fire shined brighter, consuming the building from the inside. 

Taehyung watched, mesmerized, “Hey, this fire is getting intense.”

_______________

From the front seat of the Anti van, Seokjin continued to watch the cameras. The glock in his lap was heavy, and he ignored it as he watched the screen. Taehyung’s update made his anxiety soar. The building was boarded up for a reason, how were they escaping? Then again, they were on surveillance duty for a reason as well, in the scenario that there was a hole in the plan. 

How he wished there wasn’t one. 

“Shit, they’re actually getting out?!” he asked stupidly.

 He cursed to himself, rubbing the mask in exasperation. His screen had a view from the security cameras inside. The first floor’s feed went down several minutes before, and the second floor’s were covered with puffs of thick gray smoke. The cameras were his connection to the mission, and without them, there was a sense of blindness he felt. A sense of helplessness.

In his periphery, there was a flash of light. From his side of the building, he saw the boards fall as two shadows followed. They jumped, landing squarely on the grass as they made a run for the van on the treeline. 

They wretched the door open, throwing themselves in the back seat and shutting it behind them. Their masks were scorched, exposing red faces and burns to Seokjin through the rearview mirror. 

“Drive! Go, go, go!” one man with long stringy hair called.

“Fucking go! We need to go to the secondary base, now!” the other with singed eyebrows yelled.

“Secondary base?” Seokjin repeated to himself.

“Are you fucking deaf?! GO!” one of the men lurched forward and grabbed Seokjin’s shoulder with hot fingers. 

Seokjin’s reflexes took over. He took the gun in his lap, turned around, and fired two bullets. The man let go of Seokjin as he was knocked backwards, bullet in his head. The other slumped down against the seat. His eyes darted frantically as he touched the hole in his chest. He looked up at Seokjin, confusion there, before he and his eyes went still.

Seokjin’s head rang. The metal in his hand was hot to the touch. He dropped it into the passenger seat, staring at the bodies in the back.

“Fuck…” he said, “Fuck!”

“We heard gunshots. Are you okay?!” Yoongi asked.

“Yeah…” he relaxed against the headrest, “Two escaped and got in the van. But I handled it. It’s over.”

There was a silence on the other end.

“Handled it meaning you…?” Jimin asked.

“Yeah.”

“Damn.”

“I need backup!” came Hoseok’s sudden voice, “I’m in the 3rd floor boardroom!”

“We’re on our way up now! Just hold out!” you replied soon after.

It snapped Seokjin back to the present. He turned to look back at the building and froze. In those mere seconds the fire had grown tenfold. It seemed to climb up slowly. From his view he could see it begin to make its way to the third floor.

“I think I’ll have to call the helicopter sooner than expected.”

______________________

The orange lights of the fire alarm were blinding. The heat beneath your feet put you on edge. Suddenly, everything felt extremely hellish.

The fire was coming, steadily rising since Namjoon had started it around 10 minutes before. 

It had been noticeable to you and Jungkook almost as soon as it had begun, but slowly it became more intense. Though the 2nd floor hallways were bad, you realized the stairwell was even worse when you went inside. It was stifling, choking, as if all the heat were trapped in the small space. Namjoon made his way up, and you noticed the beads of sweat on him through the eyeholes. It felt as if the three of you were baking.

You all kept a calm demeanor, aware of the blinking camera recording your every move from the ceiling.

“I think it’s climbing fast,” Namjoon said loud enough to hear over the alarm.

Lightly, there were the sounds of footfalls and voices outside the door, approximately seven. From the clumsy steps, they seemed frenzied and confused. 

The door to the stairwell suddenly opened and an Anti assassin stepped inside.  

“There’s a fire on the first floor! It already took over some of the second!” he panted.

Namjoon looked up at the security cameras, then back at you. A weighted question.

Jungkook stepped towards the man, blade in his hand before lurching it into him. 

He sank to the ground, unmoving.

The camera still blinked red.

“Oh, come on!” you screamed, nearly snatching the mask off. 

“What?! Isn’t this literally what we came here for?”

“The camera, dumbass,” you said through clenched teeth.

Jungkook spared a glance up and froze, remembering.

“Shit.”

There went your anonymity.

“We need to get moving,” Namjoon interrupted.

“Well shouldn’t we take out the rest on this floor first?” Jungkook asked.

“No we’re running out of time, we need to keep going! They only have two escape options. One being to follow us up to the third floor where we can take them out later, or try to escape out a window and get handled by the snipers. It’s not worth the trouble.”

“I need backup!” called Hoseok through the earpiece, “I’m in the 3rd floor boardroom!”

         “We’re on our way up now! Just hold out!” you replied.

          The three of you ran up the stairs to the final floor. The echo of the alarm made it hard to hear your own thoughts, and you fought the urge to cover your ears.

Opening the door, the 3rd floor hallway was surprisingly crowded. You did a quick count, 10 in total. They stood around, weapons drawn, frantic conversation spinning. 

Over the alarm came a muffled voice- an announcement, “SECURITY BREACH! SECURITY BREACH! INFILTRATORS POSING AS NUMBERS 5, 8, 10, AND 22!”

There was a split second of apprehension and cohesive confusion. You used it to your advantage. Grabbing the blade in your belt, you launched it into the esophagus of the figure next to you. 

The second after, hell broke loose.

The man tried to swipe at you, fighting for breath with bulging eyes. You pulled him in front of you, an effective shield as a flurry of knives came flying your way. As you held him up, you threw your own blade. A woman charged at you, and the knife landed squarely in her head before she fell to the carpet.

Beside you, Namjoon ducked as an identical figure swung at him. The punch missed. Namjoon sprung up, using his knife to swipe his attacker’s stomach. There was a squelch as the man’s innards hit the floor. He heard fast approaching footsteps. Without missing a beat, he turned and pointed his gun at the new opponent. There was obvious fear as the second man looked at the empty shell of his comrade bleeding on the floor. Namjoon couldn’t make himself analyze the humanity of the situation, though he debated it. It would make things harder than they had to be. He pulled the trigger and watched as he joined the other man in the heap. 

Blood coated the walls, unseen through the black paint. 

On the other side, Jungkook began to run. As planned, some turned to follow him, two in total. It wasn’t as many as he had hoped, but it was all he could do to lessen your load. 

He skidded as he turned corners, trying his best to get some distance between them. Over the alarm, he could hear commotion coming from inside one of the rooms. He could feel energy, sense the aura of life inside. Jungkook kicked down the door, showing a room full of screens. A single woman sat at the monitors, microphone before her lips through the thin mask.

In one sweep, he knew exactly where he was.

The surveillance room.

Jungkook noticed the apprehension in her eyes, the moment of wonder behind his identity. It seemed like in the final moments she came to the right conclusion as she reached for her gun, but he was already one step ahead. He fired a shot, and she slumped against the keyboard. Blood spread across the buttons. 

As Jungkook took a moment to collect himself, there was a sudden, splitting pain in his back. It was so random, so unexpected Jungkook thought he might be imagining it, but it stayed. He felt behind him and pulled a knife from between his shoulder blades. 

It was a shallow wound, the result of a lack of commitment. He looked up to see a single masked man in the corner of the room, hiding in the shadows just feet away. 

He hadn’t checked the whole room.

When he heard approaching footsteps, he yanked the man to his body and put him in a headlock. The feat was easier than expected, as he did nothing to resist. Against Jungkook’s chest, he could feel the man’s frantic breathing. His body felt almost frail. 

He probably only worked in this room, Jungkook imagined. He’s probably like Seokjin. He doesn’t have the same combat skills as the others. 

In the next second, the two assassins that had been following Jungkook appeared in the doorway, guns drawn.

Jungkook had his own ready, but placed it to the man’s head

“Try anything and your friend is fucking dead!” he said.

Without hesitation, the room was sprayed with sparks as bullets hit machines. Jungkook’s eyes went wide, surprised as the man he had been holding was shot in the chest. A bullet pierced Jungkook’s arm, and he dropped the dead man on the floor as he hid behind a rack of computers. 

He watched the blood flow from his left arm nonstop. He moved his fingers, glad to see he still had mobility. It burned. Similar to touching the wrong side of an iron. Jungkook had shot a lot of people, but never in his life had he had that fate dealt back onto him.

He assessed the room. The concrete walls created a lot of ricochets.

Of course. He could work with this. 

It took him a second to figure out the angles. It was a lot of geometry and hope but that was all he had. Jungkook fired two shots at the wall next to the men. 

The bullets hit the wall and in the next instant, ricocheted and ripped through their brains.

They didn’t know what hit them, unable to process the quickness of their own lives as it was taken away. 

Jungkook pushed himself up from the floor where he hid and rushed to the door. He shuffled along, the gnawing pain in his arm and back slowing him down. When he turned down another hall, he saw a dead end and several broken wooden boards. Looking at the adjacent window, he knew they had been ripped from it, a desperate means of escape. 

He went to the window and saw the endless black abyss of the lake below. If he expected anything, it was to see an Anti member floating there. Instead, he saw a bobbing head and flailing arms. Jungkook’s stomach sunk when he realized he knew that face. It was one he had seen too many times in the same situation. One of terror. One of unsolved trauma. 

“Hoseok!” Jungkook screamed.

He climbed through the window and launched himself into the water three stories below. It was freezing, a shock to the system as his body screamed at him to stop. It tried to fail him as he swam towards his squad mate. He held Hoseok’s weight with his injured arm as his legs tried to make up for the work.

“You okay?!” 

“Hel...helicopter.” Hoseok said.

Jungkook followed his gaze up to the sky to see the helicopter above them.

“Hey!” he screamed, “Here! Down here! Hurry up!”

A ladder dropped down and dangled above them. Jungkook pushed Hoseok up first and then followed. It took all his strength to hold on as they were pulled up.

He looked down at the building as he was suspended in the air and his mouth fell open. The fire had enveloped most of the third floor. The gunfire rang on.

____________

The inside had cleared out significantly. You remained in the same hallway, narrowly avoiding the bodies that covered the floor as you fought. 

It had been with the same girl, Number 11, for what felt like minutes, though it couldn’t have been longer than one. She was small, thinner than you. Her bodysuit hugged her frame in a way that allowed you to see the hint of her ribs. It should have been easier, you thought. A quick kill then on to the next, but she was resilient. She held a sly raw power, a surprise that was unseen until provoked.

 You felt a hint of fatigue in your chest, but you pushed through.

All you could see was her eyes, a wild ferocity in them that kept you alert. With every punch you threw, she returned it. It was a never ending cycle, a game that neither were willing to lose. There was an intimacy in it that even you recognized. It held a rhythm, as if you two were dancing and there was no one else in the world. 

In a change of pace, she reached forward and slung you into the wall. Number 11 quickly reared back the knife she had been holding and threw it. It dug into the wall beside your head. The girl ran straight at you, and you reared back your leg to kick her straight in the stomach. Though Number 11 was quick, and pulled you by the leg towards her. She used your momentum to slam your head into hers.

You saw white for a moment. It was a confusing pain, and in your daze you reached behind you to grab the knife stuck in the wall. You slashed it forward and felt it connect. Though as soon as it made contact, you knew it wasn’t enough.

There was a cut in her mask from the bridge of her nose to her jaw. The mask was ripped, but held so tight to her face that it didn’t let any of her features show. You knew it was deep, and her eyes told you that she knew it too. 

She reached up to check the wound and let out a scoff- a dark, humourless sound.

You noticed the silence of the hallway and realized it was empty. Namjoon was nowhere in sight. You scanned the bodies on the floor, hoping you wouldn’t see his number and silently celebrated when you didn’t.

That moment of rest let you reevaluate your situation. There was a panicked yelling in your ear.

“Get the hell out of there, what are you doing?!” came Seokjin’s voice. He had been screaming the advice for minutes but you didn’t notice over the maylay around you. 

“_____, do you hear me?! Leave the fight! Just go! We need to go!” Namjoon said, “Seokjin, where’s the fucking helicopter!”

“On the south side of the building near the lake! All of us are already inside, we’re waiting for you!”

“Hurry up! The fire is getting too crazy, you’re going to be trapped inside!” came Taehyung’s voice.

In your periphery you saw Number 11 swing again, snapping you back into the moment. Though you didn’t retaliate. Instead you turned to sprint away in the direction you had seen Jungkook go earlier.

“Joon, where the fuck are you?!” you screamed over the alarm. For the first time, you noticed the black puffs of smoke that clouded your vision. You began to cough.

“I found the hatch! I need backup! Keep following the halls!” 

In a stroke of luck you found him. He was surrounded by three other men. They all looked like they wanted to get the door on the ceiling open, but wouldn’t allow Namjoon to be the one to do it. None of them had guns, you noted.

You rushed in, breaking through them as you covered for your leader. Namjoon hurried up the ladder, using brute force to try and open the hatch. He was an open target, and you had your gun trained on the men that tried to get past.

“If you want to burn in here don’t you fucking dare,” you said. The smoke made you choke on your own words.

“I’d rather burn than let you fuckers out-” one began.

You shot him point blank. 

You readied to empty your clip on the others, but there was a rush of air as the door was opened.

“Let’s go!” Namjoon shouted as he climbed up.

You rushed to follow him, feeling the men on your heels. The night air enveloped you, shocking like water from a cold shower. 

Just up above was the violent whipping of helicopter blades. The ladder dropped down and Namjoon grabbed on. He rushed to climb up. He was already inside when he looked down and realized that you weren’t right behind him.

“_______!” 

You were still on the roof fighting a three on one deathmatch. 

“Go back down to her so she can get on!” Namjoon yelled at the pilot.

He shook his head, “Someone is shooting at the cockpit! If I get any closer then we’ll all be in danger.”

Namjoon looked down to see a female figure that wasn’t there before. She was aiming up at the helicopter as you fought the other two. He could see their numbers from where he sat: 11, 24, and 25. 

Yoongi held onto the back of the pilot’s seat, “Let us back down!”

“It’s too dangerous right now, please wait a little bit!”

“We don’t have a little bit!” 

Taehyung got into a kneeling position, preparing his aim as he looked through his scope.

“Wait!” Seokjin warned him, “Look, the ceiling is caving in!”

To the group’s horror, he was correct. Farther away, chunks of the ceiling fell into the building, revealing the sheer hell beneath. The pieces grew steadily, approaching the area where you stood.

“She’s gonna fall inside…” Jimin said, trance-like.

“_______! Forget it! Come the fuck on!” Jungkook screamed from his place on the helicopter floor.

“It's collapsing!” Yoongi followed.

You looked around, breaking from the fight to see the holes around you. The flames licked up, soaring past you to the sky. 

You had only managed to temporarily paralyze the two men. They sank to their knees as they held onto their shins. You readied to end them when the boys’ cries told you not to.

Forget it.

In a split second, Number 11 turned her gun on you. Before she could fire you grabbed her hand, twisting it until you heard a snap. The gun clattered onto the floor and fell into one of the fiery holes. With her free hand, she desperately clawed at you, hands going to where your hair should be. She grabbed onto your mask, wrenching off of your face. For the first time since the mission started, you were exposed. She paused, an expression that you couldn’t understand. You took that pause to roundhouse kick her in the head. 

You ran towards the helicopter ladder. As you neared, you realized that it was much farther than you expected. It was several feet away from the edge of the roof, the lake below. 

Launching yourself off the roof, you jumped. By some miracle, your fingers caught the last rung. You dangled in the air for a bit, struggling to pull yourself up as the boys screamed down at you. 

There was a sudden weight on your legs. You nearly let go all together. You looked down to see Number 11 hanging from your ankles. As you swung from the ladder, you struggled to keep steady. Your fingers were cramping. You felt like your body was being torn apart from both directions. She gripped your legs tight, her wild kicking only loosening your grip. After much struggle, you freed one leg and rammed it into her nose. She let go, and plunged into the black water below. 

You finally climbed up, several hands pulling you inside the helicopter. You crawled to safety, knees raw until you finally fell flat onto your back. 

You breathed in deep, catching a rhythm within the whir of the blades. Though everyone was accounted for, there was still a frantic energy. You pushed yourself up and noticed  Jungkook and Hoseok’s bloody bodies.

The small medic team surrounded them. Their bodysuits had been cut off, exposing the extent of injuries. Blood trailed from Hoseok’s shoulder, and he winced as the medic dug into the wound with tweezers. Jungkook bit his lip, face red as he fought back a scream as two medics attended to his arm and bare back.

“What happened?!” you asked. You felt an inexplicable shame.

“Shot,” Hoseok breathed.

“Shot and stabbed,” Jungkook followed. A single tear fell from his eye, and he rushed to wipe it away. “It fucking hurts, that’s all,” he muttered after seeing your face.

“A-are they okay? Are they gonna be okay?” you turned to the medics. They gave rushed reassurances as they worked, talking about missed tendons and no long-lasting damage. 

“Dammit!” Yoongi said.

He and Namjoon looked out the window at the fiery blaze in your wake.

“They escaped. The last two on the roof just jumped into the water before the roof collapsed. I saw it.” Namjoon said.

Jimin sat down opposite you, holding his face, “We failed.”

“No...there’s no way.” Seokjin tried, “After all that? How can we call it a failure?”

“We didn’t clear the building. There were still three left.”

“Oh, come on-!”

“He’s right. By Academy standards anyways...we didn’t get all of the targets. We failed the mission,” Taehyung said.

Everyone sat with those words for the rest of the ride. Never in your careers had you failed a mission. It was always a sure win. It was given that you would handle anything thrown your way. You used to be dependable like that. 

The bloody bodies, torn spirits, and aching egos inside the helicopter felt that word more than ever.

       Failure.

________________

The very fact that you all had to carry on with your lives felt like a sick joke. The other squads could sulk in their anonymity for a while- something you envied. Though, school and a semi-regular 20-somethings life was what you all wanted, and you had to remember that.

Yet another thing you all could only blame yourselves for. 

Going back to classes was nearly impossible, but you shuffled on through the bodies and lectures regardless. This was something no amount of coffee or sleep could solve.

The night after the mission ended, the squad just stayed over at the boys’ apartment. There was something about being alone afterwards that no one could handle. Hoseok and Jungkook stayed behind with the Academy medics to watch over their wounds. The remaining six of you sulked in the living room until the sun rose, seering guilt resting heavy on your hearts. 

Even when you finally made it to your own apartment to get ready for classes, the place was silent. Luna was nowhere to be found, and you were grateful. You could deal with your fatigue alone. 

After classes were done, you made a beeline for the door. The fresh air wasn’t the refresher you hoped it was, and you held your jacket tight as you walked across the courtyard. 

There was a small crowd of boys handing out flyers on the lawn. One turned to you and waved. In your sleepy haze you ignored him until he fully registered. 

He jogged over, eyes equally tired and defeated. His smile told a different story.

“Hey,” Jimin said.

“Hey,” you repeated. An awkward silence followed, and you shifted feet as you looked at everything but each other. “Frat event?” you asked, motioning to the other boys.

“Yeah, we’re promoting our next mixer,” he said. 

How he was able to smile in people’s faces all day and not fall apart, you had no idea. You would always respect that about him.

You felt him looking you over, “What?”

“You want to be my date or…?”

“Or.”

“C’mon!”

“Is that even a surprise?”

“Not really,” he shrugged, “But just know, babe, I’m only joking around. If I actually tried, you’d already be mine. Don’t forget that,” he winked.

He expected more from your reaction, but you simply looked across the yard at the other students. 

“Hey,” he said, voice lower, “is it the mission? I know we failed, but we still did our best, you know?”

You just nodded, still staring off into space, “Yeah.”

“Jungkook and Hoseok are back.” He tried again. “I don’t know if you saw in the groupchat, but they were discharged this morning. They’re recovering pretty well.”

“Yeah, I saw,” you said. “I’m glad. It’s great news.”

He squinted at you. He sat in the silence for a while before finally pulling you into a hug.

Your first instinct was to push him away, but the warmth and sincerity melted you. You hugged him back, holding each other in the middle of the lawn. You weren’t the first to let go, he was. He held you by the shoulders and gave a smile. Not the Frat Boy smile, not the Playboy smile, but one so genuine it startled you.

“Get some rest, okay?”

You nodded, “You too. I’m serious.”

He put two fingers to his head in a solute and walked back to his group.

The road back home was a bit more peaceful. You felt lighter. You rolled your shoulders back. You couldn’t wait to drown your sorrows in a shower and smother it within your sheets.

In the back of your subconscious, you felt a lingering anxiety. You kept your eyes forward, scanning your surroundings until you landed on something behind you. You were being followed. It was some sort of big vehicle telling by the sound of the wheels. You kept a steady pace on the sidewalk, and the car sped up until it parked right beside you. 

You turned to see a black SUV. 

The back window rolled down, and your heart fell through your stomach. 

Mr. Kim smiled at you. In the seats alongside him, Namjoon and Yoongi’s heads hung.

“Good afternoon.” Mr. Kim opened the door. “Come on. Let’s take a ride.”

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Jimin and Jungkook buys you the Vante Cappuccino and it tastes...

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"Jimin!" A voice from your left whisper-yells toward your direction. You look up from your exam paper to glance to your classmate on your left. He wears a frantic confused face, donning a 'wtf' expression and motions for you to call this 'Jimin' who was seated next to you. You do so by discretely tapping on his shoulder, earning you a flirtatious smile from 'Jimin'. You direct him to the other guy on your left. "The fuck is a Blaise Pascal?!" He asks, wide-eyed and confused, whisper-yelling. "Hell if I know!" Jimin whispers back. "He's the founder of those probability theories..." You butt in, careful not to get caught by the TA playing Candy Crush up in front. "Oh.." The two immediately returned to writing on their sheets, for real this time as they were pretending to write a few moments ago. After the exam, the two trouble-makers catch you in the hallway. They were whispering among themselves, plotting some sort of shenanigans. "Hey! L/n, right?" Not Jimin blocks your way with his gym rat physique, smiling like Snowball the bunny from The Secret Life Of Pets. "y-yes?" You nervously back off, afraid to have caused trouble even when you've done absolutely nothing. "We wanted to thank you for the tip earlier at the exam. We're still failing, but at least its a Sixty out of 100 instead of a zero." Jimin pipes in, boosting himself away from the wall he was leaning. "O-oh its fine, really, its not a big deal-" "IT IS!" Snowball yells. "You risked getting caught by TA Jung!" "Kook, focus." Jimin's tiny hand smacks Snowball's arm. "We're heading to that cafe down the street. Wanna come with? We're buying!" Jimin offers you. "Actually, I have to study-" "Great! Lets go!" Snowball's heavy arm lands on your shoulder, pulling you out of the college building. ------ You learn that Snowball's name is actually Jungkook, and that he, Jimin, and this Taehyung guy who works at the cafe, have been friends since diapers. The whole conversation on the way to the cafe was mainly centered on Taehyung. They mention him majoring in art, plays a lot of online games, is passionate about working as a barista while hating coffee, and owns a black Pomeranian dog named Yeontan. You do nothing but nod along to them, wondering why you're presented with this information. You arrive at the empty cafe, inhaling the smell of fresh coffee beans. Jimin and Jungkook seem to be regulars here as they greet the broad-shouldered manager posing by the window. "Yah, Jin-hyung what are you doing?" Jungkook asks. "I'm modelling. We need more customers and I'm sure this pretty face will bring in more patrons!" Manager Jin laughs peculiarly. "Taehyung-ah! Your finest coffee, please!" Jimin announces to the boy behind the counter who you assume to be Taehyung. His brown hair falls over his forehead, dark eyes gleam with excitement upon seeing his friends. His boxy smile grows wider upon hearing Jungkook mess with the manager. "Taehyung, This is y/n. Y/n, this is Taehyung. Taehyung, y/n wants to try your Vante cappuccino. Me and Kook are having iced matcha." Jimin quickly lets out, sliding his card to Taehyung who excitedly punches the order in. "Vante cappuccino is Taehyung's own creation. Wait, you drink coffee, right?" Jimin discretely asks you, while Taehyung busies himself making the drinks. "Uh.. yeah I tolerate it, I guess?" You answered. "Great!" Jimin motions for you to sit at the wooden seats in the middle of the cafe. Jimin continues to talk about how Taehyung puts his entire heart and soul in a coffee cup, which is apparently the secret recipe to Vante cappuccino. You wonder why Jimin and Jungkook are always talking about Taehyung as if he's running for president. There's something very off about them, you decide. Jungkook joins you minutes later, still talking about how Taehyung was an excellent student in middle school. They also mention that he's currently single for at least six times in the conversation. Your orders finally arrive and along with it came the man himself, discarding his apron to sit next to you. "Hello, I'm Taehyung." He politely introduces himself after setting the tray on the wooden desk. You introduce yourself to him, reaching over to shake his hand. Jimin and Jungkook exchange a weird look. Jungkook hands you the famous Vante cappuccino and excitedly asks you to taste it. Due to Jimin hyping up the beverage, your expectations are now incredibly high. Lifting the cup up to your lips, the three excitedly wait for your judgement. And it was... disappointing. You tried to keep your disappointed look from showing, and by the looks of it, you're doing it well. "I've never tasted anything like this before..." You say. Technically it wasn't a lie because what even was in this coffee? Motor oil? Swamp water? "Its good, right?" Jimin mischievously smiles. He knows. You nod in agreement while slurping the rest of the contents of the coffee cup, trying to push it straight down your throat for it not to linger on your taste buds, making sure not to offend Taehyung. Soon enough, the cup as been emptied. Jungkook offers you another one but you politely decline. You decide its time for you to leave. You thank them for the company and promise to see them around campus soon. Taehyung puts on his apron to continue his shift. Jimin nudges Jungkook after being left together on the table. "She's the one." Jimin says. "The one what..?" "She said Vante cappuccino was good even if it tastes like shit" Jimin whispers, careful not to let Taehyung overhear. "She's the one for our Tae." "What makes you say that?" Jungkook questions. "Vante cappuccino is the absolute worst liquid Ive ever tasted in my life, I had to pretend I hate coffee just for Taehyung to not be offended. But y/n? She took it like a soldier and even said it was good." Jimin says, gesturing wildly. "So..?" Jungkook still doesnt get it. "So that means, she wont break our Taetae's heart. I mean, she barely knows him, sure but she cares. Did you see the way she looks at him?" Jimin continues. "Dude, the last time you did this, Jisoo literally yeeted the cup away and we had to make it look like an accident. I can't believe you risked it again." Jungkook sighs. "You ungrateful shit. Someday you're gonna thank me for this!" Jimin scoffs jokingly at Jungkook. Taehyung passes by, stopping to listen to join in the conversation. "You too!" Jimin points a finger at Taehyung who was donning a confused expression, leaning his face on the mop handle he was holding while wearing a sad puppy expression. The trio were disturbed by a ding! of a cellphone. Taehyung plucks his out of his pocket to read a text from an unsaved number. "Hi! Its me y/n. Jimin gave me your number I hope you dont mind! :)" "Y/n texted me.." Taehyung mumbles. Jimin and Jungkook quickly gets up from their seats, knocking them over to the floor while shouting and high-fiving each other in celebration.

[btsqualityy]

BTS Toddler Series #26: Valentine’s Day

Kim Seokjin

“Hey, I’m home!” You announce as you push open the front door of your house, stepping inside and shutting the door behind you. 

“I’m in the living room!” You heard Jin yell back and after taking off your shoes, you headed in that direction.

“Oh my gosh,” you chuckled as you stepped into the entryway of the living room. The lights were dimmed and there were literally dozens of lit candles placed around the room. There was a plush blanket set up in the middle of the floor and on the blanket were an assortment of fruits and chocolates. 

“Surprised?” Jin asked with a smirk as he stepped over to you with his hands behind his back.

“Beyond surprised,” you confirmed with a smile. “How long have you had this planned?”

“About a week now. When you said that you had to work on Valentine’s Day, I decided to just keep things simple,” he explained and you nodded.

“Where’s Kade?”

“With my parents, for the entire weekend,” he smirked.

“Oh, a little presumptive of you to think that you doing all of this means that I’m gonna end up having sex with you tonight,” you teased.

“Well, if the whole romantic setup thing doesn’t work, I know this will,” he said as he pulled his hands from behind his back, revealing a case of your favorite red velvet cupcakes.

“I love you,” you laughed, making Jin do the same before he leaned down and kissed you softly.

Min Yoongi

“Come here,” Yoongi grumbled as he reached across the bed and set his hands on your waist, trying to pull you closer to him.

“Nooo,” you drawled, scooting further away from him. “You’re freezing.”

“It’s February,” he deadpanned.

“That doesn’t mean that your toes have to feel like fucking icicles though,” you shot back.

“Maybe if you’d stop being mean and come cuddle me,” he trailed off. 

“Wow, so now I’m being mean.”

“Aish,” Yoongi groaned as he sat up. He gripped your waist tightly before dragging you over to his side of the bed, making you squeal as he tucked your body into his side and wrapped his legs around yours.

“Such a brat,” he huffed. “Even on Valentine’s Day.”

“You know you love it though,” you smirked, making him roll his eyes.

“That’s debatable.”

“You know what-,” you started to say but a sudden knock on your bedroom door made you stop and you and Yoongi both looked over at it.

“Come in baby girl,” Yoongi said and the door creaked up, Kinsley poking her head in before walking inside and over to the bed.

“Can I get in?” Kinsley asked softly and you nodded your head. You watched as she climbed into the bed and she crawled over Yoongi’s body so that she was in the middle of the two of you.

“Maybe I can actually get some cuddles now, huh baby girl?” Yoongi joked as he looked down at Kinsley, who nodded and snuggled into him. 

“I can’t stand you,” you laughed.

“Love you too Y/N-ah.”

Kim Namjoon

“Can I help Mommy?” You heard Mason ask and you turned around to see him standing in the doorway of the kitchen. 

“Sure, come here,” you nodded and Mason wasted no time in running over to you and standing up on his tip toes so that he could see over the edge of the counter. “Wanna help me put the cookies on the sheet?”

“Yeah,” he agreed, grabbing ahold of the roll of cookie dough that you had cut open for him. “Oh, can we make hearts too? Like that?” He asked as he pointed to the picture on the packaging.

“Yeah sweetie,” you chuckled, moving over to a drawer in order to find the cookie cutters. Once you had them, you spread them out on the counter as you watched Mason pull out the cookie dough. 

“Here,” you said as you handed him a heart shaped cutter. You watched with a smile as he expertly pressed it down into the dough, pulling it out after a few seconds and then setting it on the baking sheet in front of him. You ended up letting him do all of the cookies himself, only intervening when necessary.

“Good job Myungie,” you cooed, leaning over and blowing raspberries on his cheek.

“Mommy!” He giggled as he leaned away from you.

“Hey, what’s going on in here?” Namjoon asked as he walked into the kitchen. 

“We made cookies,” Mason chirped

“Oh, for Valentine’s Day?” Namjoon wondered and you nodded your head.

“No better way to spend the day than with my boys,” you grinned.

“And eating cookies!” Mason added, making you and Namjoon laugh loudly.

Jung Hoseok

“I don’t know why I let you talk me into this type of stuff,” you huffed as you looked around the club that you and Hobi were in. For Valentine’s Day, you and Hobi had gone out to a nice romantic dinner but on the way home, the two of you passed by this new nightclub that had just opened up and Hobi managed to convince you to go inside to check it out.

“Baby, you’re fine,” Hobi said as he wrapped an arm around your waist.

“I feel so out of place,” you chuckled. 

“You're not because you’re with me and you belong with me,” Hobi said.

“That was so freaking corny,” you giggled. 

“True but it made you laugh so it was worth it,” he shrugged. “Now, do you feel comfortable enough to come dance with me?”

“Just for a minute, ok?” You relented and Hobi nodded with a wide grin on his face. He grabbed your hand and led you out to the dance floor, where I Have Nothing by Whitney Houston was playing. 

“You should be able to keep up with this right?” Hobi teased and you reached out and smacked his shoulder.

“Just because I’m not a dancer extraordinaire like you, that doesn’t mean that I’m not decent now,” you replied as you wrapped your arms around his neck and he wrapped his around your waist before pulling you closer.

“Yeah, it only makes sense that you picked some things up from me after all these years,” Hobi smiled and you rolled your eyes playfully. “But seriously, can you believe that this is our ninth Valentine’s Day together?”

“No,” you giggled. “Feels like it hasn’t been that long at all.”

“We have so many more to go though, right?”

“Of course Hobi. I love you.”

“I love you more baby,” he replied before kissing you firmly.

Park Jimin

“Mommy!” Noah yells as he runs into your and Jimin’s shared bedroom and you look up from your phone to see him climbing onto the bed with you.

“What is it Noey?” You chuckled as he pushed his way into your lap.

“Made you a card at school,” he said as he held a piece of construction paper that was folded in half out to you.

“Aw,” you cooed as you took the card from him and opened it. Inside, there was Noah’s chicken scratch handwriting and even though you couldn’t read it, you knew that it was for Valentine’s Day because of the multiple heart shaped stickers that he had added.

“Like it?” Noah wondered and you looked up at him with a wide grin.

“I love it,” you confirmed with a nod. “You did such a good job Noey.”��

“Love you Mommy.”

“Oh, I love you too,” you said before gathering him up in a tight hug. Just then, Jimin walked into the bedroom and smiled at the sight of the two of you together.

“And what did I miss? It must’ve been good if you’re giving out hugs,” Jimin laughed.

“Noah made me a Valentine’s Day card at school,” you said as you held the card out for Jimin to see. Jimin walked over to the bed and took it from you, taking a few seconds to look over it.

“This is so nice mini me,” Jimin praised him, making Noah blush lightly. “But where’s mine?”

“Sorry, only for Mommy,” Noah giggled.

“Oh, the level of disloyalty in this household is ridiculous,” Jimin sighed dramatically, making you roll your eyes at him.

Kim Taehyung

“You look like such a grandpa,” you giggled as you looked at Taehyung through the viewfinder of your phone. Since you and Taehyung hadn’t been able to do anything super special for Valentine’s Day the past few years, the two of you decided to take a trip together in order to celebrate this year.

“What? How?” He wondered as he looked down at himself.

“You just look like a grandpa who came to a museum to visit and he’s having his grand kid take a picture of him so that he can post it on the social media page that he barely uses,” you explained.

“First off, that was all oddly specific. Second, are you trying to imply that I look old?” He gasped dramatically, making you giggle as you shook your head.

“Of course not baby,” you smiled. “Now, smile.” He did as you instructed, putting his teeth on display as you snapped a few photos. 

“Let me see,” he said as he walked over to you and you turned your phone towards him so that he could look. “That looks good.”

“What do you wanna do now?” You asked as you worked on sending the pictures over to his phone. “Personally, I’m starting to get pretty hungry.”

“I am too but not for food,” he murmured and you looked over at him with a small smile. 

“I was being serious Kim Taehyung.”

“I was too,” he laughed. 

“How about you feed me first and then we can take care of your problem?” You suggested. 

“Oh, I’ll feed you something alright,” he teased and he yelped loudly when you smacked his butt. 

Jeon Jungkook

“Ok, that wasn’t fair!”

“Y/N-ah, just admit that I’m better than you,” Jungkook sighed as the two of you got off of the ice in the ice rink and walked over to a nearby bench in order to take your skates off. 

“You cheated in that race and you know it,” you shot back.

“How did I cheat? We literally started at the same time and went in the same direction.”

“There was a groove in the ice that didn’t let me take off right away and you wouldn’t come back when I said let’s start over,” you explained.

“I am not responsible for any racing conditions,” he chuckled. The two of you got your skates off and put your regular shoes back on before heading up to the rental booth to return them.

“You know, you could’ve let me win this one time,” you spoke up “It is Valentine’s Day.”

“I’m so tired of you using that as an excuse today,” Jungkook laughed. “‘You should bring me ice skating, it’s Valentine’s Day. You should have your parents watch Ava, it’s Valentine’s Day.’,” he said, mocking what you’d said to him earlier in the day.

“Don’t act like you’re not grateful for the Ava thing,” you pointed out, making him laugh and shrug.

“Touche.” After the two of you returned your skates, you intertwined your fingers with Jungkook’s as the two of you headed for the exit.

“So, was this Valentine’s Day up to par?” Jungkook asked as he looked over at you. 

“Almost.”

“What do you mean, almost?” He asked exasperatedly. 

“It would be perfect if we could get lamb skewers before we go home,” you giggled.

“Thanks for reminding me why I married you,” He grinned, leaning over and kissing you.

[demonboidies]

𝓼𝓲𝓬𝓴𝓵𝔂 - 𝓶𝓲𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓲, 𝓳𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓱𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓸𝓴, 𝓴𝓲𝓶 𝓷𝓪𝓶𝓳𝓸𝓸𝓷

pt. 5 

word count: 2,775

<this is a yandere story, therefore this is a trigger warning for emotional abuse, manipulation, toxic relationships and overall unhealthy obsession towards the reader/mc/yn>

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➣min yoongi

      producer, song-writer, and lyricist. 25 years old and enjoys his own personal times as much as he enjoys naps. has dark brown hair and pale skin. (similar to his wings era looks but brown hair)

you locked the door after dropping the boys off. on the journey to the college, you discovered how energetic the trio really was. you figured they would've been as tired as you were to be up at 7 am when you were in college.

checking the paper that was still in your hand, you saw the name Min Yoongi next. walking back to your room, you unlocked the cabinet door with your key and saw a pill bottle with the patient's name on it.

you knocked softly on his door and a grunt was the only response you got. entering the room you took note of how much darker the aesthetic was prior to the previous male. his walls were painted gray and his sheets were gray and black. everything matched a minimalist aesthetic and you appreciated the chill music that was playing from the record player in the corner of the room.

"yoongi?" you called out softly, shutting the door as quiet as possible.

"hng..." was the only response and you smiled softly at his relatable tone. no one in your book enjoyed waking up so early.

"i have your medication you have to take." at your words he slowly, very slowly, sat up with his hand sticking out. you placed the capsule in his hand and looked for water for him to take it with. "ah. sorry. please wait as i get you the water."

he dismissed your worry, swallowing the pill right down, a sigh leaving his lips afterward. "what time is it?" he asked quietly in a meek voice.

"its 08:45." you answered, peaking down at the schedule in your hand. it was really short for this individual. simply turn on his desktop and switch his record playing to a hip hop album. then get him a fresh cup of instant

so you did as it said, not noticing the trailing eyes that were on you the whole time. yoongi watched with a small smile as you diligently worked, even if you only had to shake the mouse awake. he loved the smile on your face when it finally turned on. but your expression faltered at the sight of his lock screen.

"uhm. yoongi? who's your lockscreen?"

his one eye peeked open, trying to hide his panic. he had forgotten to change it before you came. "uhm, no one. i got it off of the internet."

he threw the covers aside, softly moving you aside from the desktop. "just-just could you change the record and get me my coffee..." he smiles weakly, trying to hide his nerves, "i can't function without it. especially in the mornings." he explained to try and cover himself up. you nodded, letting it slide. you probably were the one at fault anyway, why did you even question him? ugh, you were being so stupid.

there was no way that it was actually you as the lockscreen...that's impossible considering you only met the lot yesterday. your eyes were probably just playing a game with you.

you delicately switched the music, hearing the crackly, yet relaxing beat of a rapper you didn't know the name of. you went to the kitchen and came back up to his room a few minutes later with a steeping cup of hot coffee. he smiled thankfully to you, taking the mug from you.

"thank you." he said and you turned away, about to leave. but the light pressure around your wrist made you turn around with a confused expression. the expression on his face looked as if he was hurting as he touched you, like your contact of skin on skin was burning him.

"so-sorry if I offended you earlier. i-you just caught me off guard with that question." he retracted his hand and scratched a spot behind his ear, a habit you assumed was formed out of anxiety.

"oh, don't worry about it. I should've watched my own mouth. it's not my business what your lockscreen is anyway." you said with a light chuckle. he shook his head with a small pout, which was the cutest thing in your opinion.

"don't blame yourself. it really is my fault." he retorted with the shake of his head. almost like he was disappointed in himself.

"why don't we meet in the middle and say it wasn't any of our faults?" you proposed, deeming it useless if you continued arguing about whose fault it was.

he chuckles at the proposition and nodded. "fine." a smile graced your lips and you continued to take your leave from his room.

"have a nice morning, yoongi." you said softly and he returned it with a grateful smile. shutting the door behind you, you didn't hear the breath of relief he let out.

"such an oblivious girl~~" was the tiny mutter he let out as he clicked away on his desktop, getting right to work.

➣jung hoseok

      choreographer, dancer, and produces and raps occasionally. always working although he does enjoy joking around with the maknae line and being goofy with them. he's a child at heart, beaming with energy and curiosity, although he does get a switch in aura due to his mental disabilities occasionally. has a light tinge of red in his hair although the undertones are true brown color (DNA era). 25 years old.

the giddy dancer was the next to be confronted. upon entering his room, you saw the immediate difference and contrast between the two.

his room was painted a bright, but not obnoxious, yellow. it was dulled down a bit and he had an eccentric colorful poster on his wall, just above the headboard of his bed. reading the color font, you made out the words 'HOPE WORLD.' perhaps it was a movie that you haven't heard of.

as for the male you were supposed to wake up, he was already sitting in front of the large screen of his room.

"good morning hoseok." you said cheerfully, almost like your mood had brightened by the mere sight of his wallpaper.

"ah, good morning!" his eyes didn't leave the screen. "sorry, unfortunately, i can't pause Tetris 99 and i'm ranked pretty high right now..." his voice was fading as he continued to focus on the colorful blocks on his screen.

you maneuvered around him, making sure not to cover his vision from his intense game. you sat at his desk, placing the pills labeled with his name into your hand. you had to wait until he was finished until you could give him his pills.

so you watched and got unreasonably attached to his game as well.

"shit..." he cursed lowly under his breath when it showed he was eliminated. honestly, you were yelling at which directions to put the blocks and how to edit their position, but for the sale of professionalism, you held that urge to yell back.

"better luck next time," you said with an encouraging smile. his annoyed expression was washed away immediately like he had taken off an invisible mask, and a wide smile spread his face.

"yup! thanks for the encouragement. it means a lot!" he took the pills on his desk, swallowing without a problem. "have the others been treating you well? the little ones aren't causing trouble right?"

you chuckled at the reference of the maknae line, shaking your head. "everyone is super sweet and nice~ no one has caused trouble." you pushed away the thought of the minor bump in the road at yoongi's room.

"i'm a good boy too right? i don't act up~~" he put his hand under his chin and pursed his lips cutely. he surely was cute. you held back the urge to pinch his cheeks. so all you could do was laugh with a light blush and nod.

"yes, hoseok. you're a good patient." you ruffled his hair slightly.

"awe, am i only a patient to you?" a cute pout now was on his lips, putting his hand on his sides as an upset child would.

"well, hopefully, we become closer as friends." you said in a sing-song voice stepping towards his door. "would you like me to come back to remind you of your studio opening? or do you think you could manage?"

hoseok thought. he always remembered when his studio opened, he was the owner and couldn't let his students down by being late. usually, he was a good 20 minutes early just to clean up. but that would mean you would come back and see him. so, with the two options, he obviously chose the latter.

"just for safety precaution, please come back around to remind me." you nodded in understanding.

"have a nice morning then, and see you soon hoseok." you were about to shut his door before his voice called out to you.

"wait!" he rushed to the doorway, opening it wider as he smiled, "call me hobi from now on. after all, we are gonna wanna become comfortable if you wanna be close friends! i hear nicknames are good ways of doing so. so call me hobi from now on, okay?"

you couldn't say no, especially when he was beaming with a smile like a little puppy. he was so unreasonably cute, it was unfair.

"alright then, hobi, have a good rest of the morning." you made sure to exaggerate the new nickname, thinking it would make him happy. and it did and it showed through his bright smile.

this time you shut the door without him interrupting, continuing on with your job and going down the hallway a bit more to namjoon's room.

meanwhile, hoseok was on his bed, face down in the pillows. in his arms was one that was suffering from his tight hug that he was enveloping it with. he had to bite back a squeal knowing you were only a few feet away from his room.

'i'm a good boy, she said so herself.' he said with a light blush, kicking his feet in ecstasy. 'i can't let her down now, i'll be good for her and only her.'

➣kim namjoon

      online college courses so most of his mornings are spent in his office doing work. very smart and excels in most of his classes. occasionally will accompany jin on his out of country trips, just to be a helping hand if needed. blondish, blonde hair, usually exposing his forehead. he's 25 years old and does also confide in his lyrical book to relieve stress.

you stopped a moment in front of the door, leaning your head against the door. your eyes were widened a bit, seeing how long his list was. you soon realized that is was like that because it contained his school schedule (which was several pages long, he didn't keep out details.)

suddenly, the door was swung open, leaving you to fall out of balance. luckily, namjoon acted fast enough to catch you. he was careful with his hands, not wanting to intrude on your personal space. he kept his arms stiff as he caught you from your underarms.

"oh my go-! i'm so sorry namjoon," you bowed profusely, trying to hide the embarrassment in your voice. although, it didn't help much. his familiar chuckle left his lips as he shook his head.

"it's fine," he said with a sweet smile, "i suppose i should apologize too for scaring you. sorry, i had just seen someone's shadow by the door, wanted to see who it was." he explained, keeping the same sweet smile on his face.

you nodded in understanding, digging into your small bag for his dosage. "would you like water?"

"ah, yes. i do need water, unlike the others, i have trouble swallowing these pills down."

rushing to get water, you came back upstairs with a full small glass and a tired smile. "sorry, i should've added that to your notes. i'll be sure to add that on later." he said before swallowing his dose.

"well, i would hate to cut our conversation short but i do need to continue on working. duty does call, unfortunately." he said with a heavy sigh. he didn't want to leave you prescence, but he needed to finish his work before anything else. maybe if he worked hard enough, he would get to spend alone time with you before lunch.

so as you nodded and shut his door, he dashed to his desk and worked as fast. but effectively as possible. without taking a second glance at the click the whole time, he was clicking through pages of pages of articles. at with all this rushing to get finished, he was done at a new record speed of an hour and forty-five minutes.

that was half his time than usual. and he was giddy and excited to have some personal time spent with you. he left his room, shutting the door and bringing his cup of water with him as he walks down the stairs.

however, his rushed feet paused as he heard you laughing. along with a familiar laughter mixed in with yours.

"hobi! stop, i won fair and square!" giu exclaimed as hoseok stomped his feet childishly. he was acting like a child and that was what triggered your laughter. meanwhile, namjoon was scowling at the scene.

of course, he had to ruin the moment. he was supposed to talk to you for some time longer. whatever, he would get his way with you eventually, he told himself.

"what are you two doing?" namjoon voiced, walking closer to you two. in the center of the room there was a giant flat screen TV and it displayed the image of mario kart. "ah, nevermind. i'll let you two have your own time."

hoseok smirked victoriously seeing namjoon's disheartened attitude. "no! come on join us! hoseok had to leave for his studio anyway."

the younger of the two lifted his head hopefully, the cutest smile basking his features.

"really?"

"what-no-!"

"hobi, we can have a rematch mater. you have to go to your studio remember?" you reminded the male, who slouched on defeat. his victorious smile long gone as he stood from his position on the couch.

his bag was already packed for the studio and he hid you two a farewell, not without glaring at namjoon when you weren't paying attention. the other simply smiled innocently, waving bye almost mockingly to hoseok's retreating figure.

"to be honest, i'm kinda scared to go against you. hoseok is second best to jin in this house, so you must be really skilled."

you smiled confidently, "not to toot my own horn, but i've been playing since i was a kid." the newfound fact about yourself made namjoon smile fondly at you.

"well let's hope lady luck is on my side today."

she wasn't. he just all the races you two played, leaving you to pat his shoulder reassuringly even though a prideful smirk was on your lips.

"i demand a rematch, that was not fair!"

tou checked your phone, standing up with a smile. "afraid not at this moment. i've got to get the younger ones from school."

namjoon stood up and followed your walking figure, that was getting closer to the door. "we can send a driver to pick them up, come on just one more."

"sorry, duty calls, like you said earlier." namjoon let out a weak chuckle, not liking how his own words bit him in the butt.

"fine, but i expect a game when you come back."

"we will see namjoon, see you later." you waved and departed, leaving the male to slouch where he stood.

as you drove off to the college, jin sat in his wheelchair as yoongi leaned against the stairwell railing observing Namjoon.

"he's smart, but too selfish." yoongi noted, glaring at namjoon's figure.

"you're one to talk, you maniac."

"oh shut up, poser."

"ah, yoongi, you know I prefer romancer." the eldest winked as the other rolled his eyes at the statement.

| and that's the hyung line! sorry for the long wait =/ maknae line coming up next, apologies for any typos|

[jamkookies]

Peek-A-Boo!

Description :  A trip to Malta for the shooting of Bon Voyage seems peaceful enough until the moment things take an unexpected turn...

Word count : 2.3k

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There are seven pairs of eyes watching you expectantly and you don’t know where to look. This is definitely not what you had been thinking when Tae told you about having to pick a room.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” Namjoon says as a matter of fact.

“Why? Should I be somewhere else?”

“Y/N, how many times do we have to explain? ” Jin interferes. “You are supposed to go outside and wait for us to hide in our rooms. Then you can come in and choose your own.”

You deadpan.

“I’m honestly suffering from jet - lag and I’m so tired and I really wanna get this over with, ” you say in a seemingly careless way, but the truth is you are internally panicking. The possibility of you sharing a room with Jungkook had you feeling on edge.

You didn’t understand what the hell was wrong with you. This wasn’t the first time you had to be close to him or to any other member. Living with them for five years sure had it’s own effect.

Then what exactly had changed?

Why did you keep looking at him in another light? Why did you feel your stomach sink every time you threw a glance his way?

And look, you didn’t even need to specify who him was, because there was no other to begin with. Just him.

You shake your head, trying to shake off the thoughts too.

This wasn’t the time. You had to stick to your plan. Act unbothered, be unbothered.

“Look, hyung. She’s scheming.” Taehyung observed you like you were a wild animal.

You took this in your own advantage.

“ I am so gonna get that single room. Just watch,” you said with a false sense of self-confidence.

You stomp off the room and get out into the hallway.

You wait until one of the staff members opens the door again and lets you in.

You carefully step inside, making your feet light on the floor so as not to give away your location.

You pace in the living room and then you think of something. You stomp your feet hard on the floor and wait for any other sound coming from upstairs.

Nothing.

Then your ears catch a romping on the corner of the ceiling.

So, that room was already overcrowded then.

You take the stairs and head for the opposite way.

There was no guarantee that it would be empty, considering that there were a lot of members, but at this point you didn’t care anymore. You tentatively pull down the handle and peek inside .

Only a glimpse of white sheets greets you. You swing the door completely open and almost cry out of joy.

It’s empty.

You had gotten the single room.

You raise your arms in victory and jump right into the single bed , savoring the comfortable feeling of the smooth sheets.

“Ahhh, finally - ”

“Peek-a-boo!”

“ AAAAAAAGHH!”

You scream at the top of your lungs and fall to the floor with a thump, when you see Jungkook’s head peeking from under the bed.

The impact rattles your teeth and you groan in pain.

“What are you doing over there?”

Jungkook pulls off a cocky smile.

“Pranking you, of course. Did you really think you were gonna get a whole room to yourself?”

“I was hoping to.”

“Nope, you’re stuck with me.”

“Come here , you little rascal! ” You say through clenched teeth and make an attempt at catching him.

He easily avoids you and swerves to the side. You then start to chase him around the room like a five year-old, but was the boy fast…

When you somehow catch hold of him, you put him in a headlock and are about to smack him upside the head, when the rest of the boys come storming into the room.

“What are you doing?” Asks Yoongi. “We heard screaming.”

“What does it look like I’m doing? Beating this kid’s ass for almost giving me a heart attack, of course.”

“Hey, watch the formalities. I’m older than you,” Jungkook protests, head still under your arm.

Jin looks at the nearest camera.“ Could you please cut this part? We don’t want the show to be age - restricted because of her cussing.”

You stick your tongue at him and then proceed to make a face at the camera.

Jungkook takes his chance and tickles you on your side.

You release him almost immediately, writhing uncontrollably. You were really ticklish, and at the slightest threat you were always ready to throw hands.

Zero tolerance on that.

Still, you manage to kick him behind the knees, making his legs give out.

“How’s the ground, loser?”

He looks at you through his see - through bangs and gives you a mischievous smile.

You notice Hoseok pinching the bridge of his nose and then start laughing yourself.

* * *

You are sitting on the couch along with the boys, waiting for instructions from the staff. Even though this was a time for you to enjoy your holidays and get your mind off of the stress, concerts, and everything else, games and missions weren’t something you could get rid of.

“ You are all going to try to make dinner for tonight. Each one of you is assigned a special dish, and you are to cook it with the ingredients given to you. The one with the best dish wins 200 dollars to spend on shopping.”

Everyone lets out cheers of joy at the mention of money.

You were all rich as hell, but you still got excited even at the mention of so much as a coupon. It was your own way of appreciating little things.

The staff member offers you a basket full of tiny globes, each containing a rolled up paper.

He puts the basket in the middle of the circle were you are all sitting on the floor and gestures for you to proceed.

Taehyung fishes one out and opens it carefully, retrieving the roll of paper inside. He’s kinda nervous because he doesn’t have much experience with cooking, but you all give him reassuring smiles, nudging him to go on.

The paper reads ’ Pasta ’.

“You’re saved, Taehyungie. That’s an easy thing to make,” Jimin says.

He sighs, relieved and smiles widely.

Next is Jin, who goes for the globe without hesitation.

Kimbap.

Jimin. Salad.

Jungkook. Steak.

Namjoon. Soup. You snorted when hearing that.

Hoseok. Milk-shakes.

Yoongi. Tteok-bokki.

It was your turn now.You open the paper with shaky hands and read it.

Pancakes.

Yes !

That was one of the only things you knew how to make.

Namjoon looked at you with puppy eyes.

“Would you want to switch?”

You act like you’re touched by his display of cuteness then pull off the most serious face.

“No.”

You jump around in excitement, showing your piece of paper to the other members with the most exagerated moves.

Jin joins you and you start making silly dance moves together.

* * *

Everyone is busy trying to make their own dish and you’re no less invested.

There’s a hell of a mess in front of you - flour, milk and eggs. Your hair is smeared white even though you had tied it in a bun on the back of your head.

It was fairly short and there were multiple strands escaping from it, but it didn’t bother you that much.

At least the apron was doing a good job of shielding your clothes.

You take a look at the others who are concentrated on their tasks. The only sounds in the room are those of knives, spoons and the occasional sizzling of oil.

Then, out of nowhere Jin’s voice is heard.

“Hey guys, can you turn off the AC? I’m a little chilli,” he says, while holding an actual chili pepper and then laughs like a windshield wiper.

Everyone is trying to hold their laughter, except for Yoongi who actually looks displeased.

“Please stop. It’s making me angry.”

Jin ignores him and grabs two eggs from the counter.

“You know why eggs don’t tell jokes?” He continues. “ Because they’d crack each other up!”

You can’t hold it in anymore. You double over with laughter, holding your aching stomach. Everyone else is having the time of their lives because of Jin’s antics.

Still giggling, you move around the kitchen trying to find other ingredients and bump into Jungkook along the way.

He kicks you lightly in the shin. You kick him back. You both have your hands occupied - him holding a bowl filled with water and you a pack of flour, so you start a kicking competition.

“Hey, quit it you two!” Yoongi yells over the noise of frying food.

Just to spite him, you pour flour all over Jungkook’s head. He is outraged and gets back at you splashing you in the face with the water.

You gasp, the coldness seeping into your clothes and making you shiver.

You are soaking wet and you’re making a mess out of the water dripping from your face onto the floor.

He’s gonna pay for this.

You’re about to grab something to hit him with, when Yoongi grabs both of your shirts an pushes you apart.

“What is it with you two today?”

“He started it,” you complain.

Yoongi glares at you one last time and lets you go.

You were beyond pissed off but you couldn’t deny that it was entertaining to joke around like this.

You both found yourself grinning at each other.

* * *

Dinner was ready.

You had to admit, it looked quite inviting, several dishes with different colors that let out a delicious scent.

You couldn’t wait to dig in and the only thing stopping you was the fact that the staff had to try it first in order to decide who the winner was.

You didn’t really care about the money.

Shopping wasn’t really your thing and even if you won ( which was unlikely to happen), you would probably give it to Hoseok or something. What you did care about was winning.

After the man had a taste out of everything, he prepared to give the final verdict.

The others started making drum sound effects.

You rolled your eyes.

They just had to make everything look as dramatic as possible.

The staff member didn’t hesitate.

“The winner is….Jin.”

You all groan out of annoyance while Jin gets up from his seat and blows a kiss at the camera.

You didn’t stand a chance, anyway.

Who were you to compete with Jin, the Mighty Cook ?

Curse him and his delicious kimbap.

So you dig in, trying everything that was laid out in front of you.

From the corner of your eye you notice Taehyung stuffing enormous amounts of food in his mouth and you smile.

You didn’t know why you had started to get so nostalgic lately, but you couldn’t help it.

These random moments were the ones that made you realize there wasn’t anywhere in the world that you wanted to be , except here, with your family.

* * *

“Let me get this straight. You expect us to fit into that?” You said pointing at the single bed in front of you.

It hadn’t really dawned upon you that there was only one single bed on display. And two of you.

At least the others had where to sleep.

Yoongi and Taehyung had gotten the king-sized bed, Namjoon also the same but all to himself, while Jimin, Jin and Hoseok had been assigned on the room consisting of three single beds.

Jungkook scratches the back of his neck.

“You sleep with your head at the front of the bed, while I sleep with mine at the end.”

“You mean so we can sleep while hugging each other’s legs?”

“You said it, not me.”

Despite all of the pent up frustration, you start laughing.

Once you start, it’s impossible to stop.

Your sides start to ache and you almost choke on your spit.

Jungkook stares at you, confusion all over his face.

“What?”

“It’s just that,” you say, still not being able to produce words correctly, “ It’s weird how they make us go through all of this, and for what? Just so we can film a reality show.”

You shake your head, still smiling.

“Yeah, it is kinda weird now that you mention it,” Jungkook says.

He goes for the suitcase on the ground and takes out his pyjamas.

“I’m gonna go change in another room,” he says. “You can have the room to yourself.”

You nod and go for your own pyjamas.

After he’s left, you start slipping out of your clothes.

You’d decided to take an RJ pyjama set with you. The tiny characters were so cute and you really didn’t care about looking decent even on your sleep.

Then, you hear a knock on the door.

“Come in” , you say and what greets you is Jungkook wearing his own Cooky pajama set. His black hair and pink clothes makes him look conflicting and you can’t help but snort.

“Very funny” ,he mocks you.

He takes his own pillow and puts it at the end of the bed. You take your own and set it at the front.

You both lay down, keeping a respectable distance from each other.

“I can’t believe I’m gonna have to hear you snoring all night,” you say, eyes on the ceiling.

“I don’t snore.”

“Yes you do.”

“Am not.”

“Are to.”

“Am no - Ow!”

You pinch his leg.

“Hyung, don’t make me beat you again.”

His body shakes when he laughs, and he claps his hands together. You turn on your side and are greeted with the sight of his toes right in front of your face.

“Hyung?”

“Yeah?”

“Your feet smell.”

“I showered half an hour ago. It must be your nose.”

You kick him and he laughs again.

“Y/N?”

“If you’re gonna tell me my feet smell, I’ll shove you out of the bed.”

“I was just gonna say good night.”

“Oh. Good night, then.”

You take a deep breath through your nose and try to fall asleep, the hint of a smile still on your lips.

[silverlightqueen]

Fallen From Grace - Teaser

demonprince!au, ot7, angst, humour, fluff, potential future smut

Word Count - 1.8k

Summary - Heaven is the goal, right? For most, anyway. Dying and then going to heaven, where everything is pure and perfect and light and happy. That’s what everyone wants, right? Well, I hate to break it to you, pal, but heaven isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. With its rigid rules and structured system, as well as its discriminatory hierarchy, it may not be the place you think it is. Don’t believe me? Just look at the story of the Seven Angel Brothers. Wait, what? You’ve never heard of the story? Are you kidding me? So you’re expecting me to tell you now? God, I’ve got to do all the work around here. The Seven Angel Brothers? God’s right-hand men, his go-tos, his ride-or-dies, his day ones? Not ringing a bell? You know, the ones that made The Mistake, which we N E V E R speak of, and, after receiving the harshest punishment from the one they looked up to the most, left heaven to live in hell? And Satan was so happy they’d chosen him over God that he made them princes of hell? And let them do whatever they wanted? And they basically made Earth their playground? And set their eyes on that girl? How do you not know about this? You wanna know more? Sit tight, bucko, this story is a… wild ride, to say the least…

Warnings - nothing yet except mild profanity, lowkey letching, a lil bit of flirting and darkhair!ot7 🤤

a/n: hey guys !! this is just a lil teaser for my demon prince au that I came up with a couple months ago !! hmu if you wanna be on the taglist and lmk what you think of this au so far !!💕

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‘Hey, have you guys heard about this y/n girl?’ Jungkook says as he slides onto one of the empty seats of the table his older brothers occupy, shaking his dark brown hair out of his face. ‘No. Who is she?’ Jimin asks, spearing a piece of lettuce onto his fork, twirling the silver metal between his fingers in such a way that it looks threatening, clinking against his silver rings. ‘Apparently, she was, like, the queen bee of the school. This little rich girl, fantastic grades, well-behaved, just the right mix of sexy and cute, with a perfect life. You know the type,’ Jungkook explains, his brothers nodding in agreement. ‘Well, she disappeared for a year, and now she’s back, and it’s all anyone’s talking about. She’s not cute anymore - she’s hot. That’s what they’re saying, anyway,’ Jungkook explains, his brothers raising their eyebrows at him. ‘Don’t look at me like that. I haven’t actually seen her yet,’ he scoffs, before the cafeteria falls completely silent and the only sound is the clicking of heels on the floor. 

She walks in, like a vision of beauty from Heaven above. Long, glossy hair that swishes as she walks, curvy body and lean legs showed off by the school uniform that she manages to make look good, paired with some very high, very against-the-rules red-bottomed heels. Her skin is glowing and shining with flawless makeup, and a very expensive looking handbag is dangling from her manicured fingers. Jin whistles under his breath as everyone’s watches her, two girls following behind, basking in the associated popularity. To the rest of the school, she’s a girl to look up to, high school royalty. To the boys, she looks like an innocent flower during her bloom, perfectly ripe for the picking. She looks around at the room, smiling, her teeth pearly white. She’s practically perfect in every way. ‘Don’t mind me,’ she says softly, her voice carrying across the whole room, and everyone continues with their food, only talking about her. 

‘I can’t be the only one thinking what I’m thinking,’ Namjoon says, eyes trained on her, watching as she picks up a tray, heading over to the lunch counter. The lunch staff pick out the best slices of pizza for her before she decides that she wants a salad, which they then meticulously arrange on a plate for her, making sure it’s perfect. ‘What? We should choose her?’ Taehyung asks, readjusting the glasses resting at the back of his dark head as he speaks, and all the other boys’ eyes widen. ‘No, dumbass, she’s just a kid, for god’s sake. I was thinking... she’d be a good ally,’ Namjoon says, tapping his long fingers against the table, the wide eyes now turned on him. ‘Are you kidding? High school princess? Our ally?’ Yoongi asks incredulously, raised eyebrows making his bandana disappear behind his chocolate locks, resting his face on his ring-adorned hand. ‘She runs the school. She’s been gone for a year, she’s only just come back, and they love her. They’ve forgotten all about us. She’s returned and reclaimed her throne. Don’t you realise how much it’ll help us to know her, to be friends with her?’ Namjoon explains, the others now seeing his point of view. ‘Okay, that makes sense, but in what world is she going to be friends with us?’ Hoseok asks, swooping his fluffy brown hair back, just as she stops at the nerds’ table. She seems to speak to them kindly with a smile, and the boys all wait for them to leave the table and give it to her, thinking she wants their table for herself. But she doesn’t, it seems. Instead, she pulls a sheet of paper out of her bag and hands it to them, leaving with a smile. 

‘Okay, if she’s friends with the nerds, I don’t see her having a problem being friends with us,’ Jin says, pushing his glasses to sit atop his dark brown locks. ‘Fine, we make friends with her, she’s a good ally, she gets us more power. That’s great and all, but how is that gonna help us do what we came her to do? He might have let us run free, but he also gave us a mission, and we need to stay focused on that,’ Jimin reminds the boys, running a hand through his jet-black hair. ‘Loosen up, Jimin, it’s fine. She might lead us to someone powerful, someone right for the job,’ Taehyung says, all of them watching as she walks to the table in the far corner that has never been occupied since they joined the school. She takes a seat, her minions sat opposite her, and begins to pick at her salad. They notice her daydreaming eyes suddenly focus on something before she calls out a name; ‘Jennie!’ She waves, and they all follow her line of sight to see an exasperated girl making her way towards the table. She seems to snap at y/n who gives her a smiling apology, Jennie shaking her head tiredly. Jennie says something to the minions who begrudgingly get up and leave the two of them alone. Jennie takes the fork from y/n’s hand and picks at the other girl’s salad, y/n watching on with a smile. ‘So that’s her best friend?’ Jungkook says, and Yoongi grins. ‘Not only is she the best friend,’ he begins, ‘she’s the perfect chance.’

On y/n and Jennie’s table, a very similar conversation is going on. ‘Okay, who are the new boys? Because, you know I’m not obsessed with popularity, but they totally stole my vibe while I was gone,’ y/n pouts jokingly, Jennie rolling her eyes. ‘They’re really mysterious, actually. They’re brothers, apparently, even though only three of them have the same last name. They kinda just appeared one day with no backstory to tell. They don’t really talk to anyone, even though everyone either wants to be them or be with them because they’re all good-looking, and cool and aloof, or whatever. There are rumours that they’re part of the Mafia, ‘cause apparently they’ve got these matching tattoos on their arms,’ Jennie explains, still eating y/n’s salad. ‘Or they’re just a group of hot teenage orphans that got drunk and decided to get matching tattoos one night?’ y/n suggests, Jennie nodding in agreement. ‘But, yeah, they did take your place while you were gone,’ Jennie admits, and y/n grins. ‘Well, I’m back now, and I’m ready to retake my throne,’ y/n jokes, Jennie groaning. ‘Not gonna lie, babe, I think you already have,’ Jennie says. ‘I bet they’re not too impressed,’ y/n says with a tilt of her head in the boys’ direction. ‘I doubt they care. They don’t seem to be into all of this popularity, social hierarchy shit,’ Jennie replies. ‘Do you think they’re of any use to me?’ y/n asks, and Jennie shrugs. ‘If you want more power outside of the school, yes. If you’re just concerned about inside the school, there’s no point. Everyone’s already talking about you again. You’ve glo’d up,’ Jennie says, y/n laughing despite herself. ‘Yeah, right. Everyone’s probably just being nosy about where I was,’ she replies. ‘You’re not gonna tell anyone... right?’ Jennie asks, and y/n shakes her head. ‘You’re the only one that knows, and it’ll stay that way. There’s no chance anyone else is finding out,’ y/n says, seriously, ‘no way in hell.’ 

-

‘Hey, babe, you’re back!’ Chen exclaims, pulling y/n into his arms the second she walks in the psychology classroom. ‘I am,’ she replies with a grin, taking the seat in front of Kim Namjoon that’s been empty since he arrived. ‘What happened to you?’ Chen asks, Namjoon watching the exchange with hidden curiosity, and y/n grins. ‘Nosy much? It doesn’t matter, though. I’m back now, aren’t I?’ she replies, the complete refusal to answer the question piquing his interest. Before Chen can speak again, y/n turns to Kim Namjoon, smiling. She’s even more angelic looking up close, Namjoon realises with a jolt. ‘Hi, I’m y/n y/l/n. I’m the new girl so I thought I’d introduce myself,’ she says in that pretty and gentle voice of hers, holding out her hand. ‘Hi, y/n y/l/n, the not-so-new girl. I’m Kim Namjoon, actual new-boy,’ he replies with a smile, taking her soft hand into his and shaking it firmly. ‘Hi, Kim Namjoon, the new-boy’ she says, his name sounding heavenly in her voice, ‘I guess there’s no point trying to make a good first impression if you’ve already heard about me.’ ‘I’ve heard good things only,’ he replies, and she raises an amused eyebrow, neither of them noticing the jealous looks they’re receiving. ‘Am I that transparent?’ he asks drily, and she laughs, the sound like music to his ears. ‘I prefer not to judge people on what I hear about them and so I’d like a chance to get to know you for myself, just as I’d want the same for you rather than the theories and rumours about me and my brothers you’ve probably already heard,’ Namjoon says, y/n’s grin giving everything away. ‘I’d be more than happy to give you that chance, and take the chance to get to know you and your brothers,’ she replies, Namjoon smiling in reply as the teacher walks in. ‘Oh, and by the way,’ y/n says over her shoulder, ‘really cute dimples.’ 

The lesson flies by in a blur, pretty much everyone’s focus being on the fact that, despite missing a year of teaching, y/n’s knowledge and intellect has not suffered in the slightest. She raises her hand for every question, answering them all correctly with ease, the class and teacher watching on in awe. When the bell rings to signal the end of the lesson, y/n turns to face Namjoon as they both rise out of their seats. ‘I’m planning on having a little get-together this weekend at mine, just to refamiliarize myself with everyone, and I’m sure it wouldn’t hurt to have a few new faces there. I’d like you and your brothers to come, if you want to, that is,’ y/n offers, and Namjoon can instantly pick up on the vibe she’s letting off. He grins, watching as she mirrors the action, and nods. ‘Yeah, sure, that sounds great, thanks. We’ve got psych together again on Thursday, so give me the details then,’ he replies, and she smiles softly. ‘Of course. See you later, Kim Namjoon, the new-boy,’ she grins as he swings his bag over his shoulder, leaving the classroom with a smile and a wave at her. ‘Hey, y/n,’ Chen says, the girl turning to look at him. ‘Hmm?’ she replies, distracted thinking about the cute tall boy with the dark hair and dimples. ‘Be careful with those boys. I’ve heard things about them,’ Chen warns, and y/n laughs. ‘Chen, he’s harmless,’ she replies, the boy shaking his head in disagreement. ‘Whatever. I just don’t think you know what you’re getting yourself in to,’ he says, and the girl rolls her eyes light-heartedly. ‘Oh, come on, Chen,’ she says, ‘what’s the worst that could happen?’

[mvssmallow]

Bloodline, Part V

Previous Chapters

It’s midnight, the traffic has slowed down and they’re in his small, quiet and almost barren apartment. He’s standing at the edge of his bed, looking down at the body twisted in his blue sheets: there’s hard lines of muscle, dark swirls of tattoos across a broad back, scars down both arms, bruises colouring a cheek and cuts slicing over knuckles.

He feels his heart breaking but he says nothing, worrying and knowing that it’ll only burst the bubble and lead to an argument where he will lose and end up alone.

Jiwon’s eyes blink open slowly, probably sensing the distressed way he’s being stared at. He always thought those eyes were on the smaller side but now that they’re looking straight at him, their intensity makes them seem so much bigger, darker and sinister.

“I thought I told you we couldn’t do this.”

And he’s mute again. His feet stuck to the ground. Hands heavy, leaden and unmoving. He can’t do anything but look and breathe and fall apart on the inside.

“Is this what you want?”

His mouth won’t even open. Jiwon just looks at him with a frown that’s equal parts accusatory and disappointed.

“Stop dreaming of me.”

****

“Bad day?” Jin asks, sliding a mug of black coffee across his table.

He nods, unable to look up, worried that anyone who sees his face will somehow figure out that he’s been dreaming of the same guy all week.

“Wanna talk about it?”

He shakes his head and accidentally lets out a frustrated sigh.

Jin picks up on it right away. “You okay?”

He’s not but this is completely unprofessional behaviour. He’s an adult. A fully functioning, working, responsible adult and not some moody hormonal teenager who gives monosyllabic answers and shrugs at everything.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” He says, forcing himself to look up and offer a small smile. “Just got a lot on my mind.”

Jin nods like he understands it, maybe he does. “Hey, listen. I know you’re into maintaining this whole Fortress of Solitude thing but me and Yun are gonna grab a drink tonight at Cherry Pie if you want to come.”

A ‘No’ is already forming in his mouth when Jin butts in again.

“One drink won’t kill you. Come on, you need to come. You’re so boring.”

He can’t stop the eye roll and groan but at least it takes his mind off everything else going on in his head for a few seconds.

“Fine. FINE. Now get out of my room.”

Jin pokes out his tongue but gives him a happy thumbs up.

The rest of the day goes to shit but at least it’s over quickly. He’s in a bad mood and everyone knows it. There’s no surprise end-of-the-day appointments and if Jin caught him staring out the back window at 5:58pm, nothing is mentioned.

They all take their cars home and agree with meet up in half an hour. He can’t shake the bad mood. Alcohol is not the answer but what else is there at this point?

“Ugh, finally. I thought this week would never end.” Yun says with a long sigh as he sinks into the booth at Cherry Pie. He was another new doctor working at the clinic and the only reason they’re friendly is because the three of them developed some kind of addiction to the danish pastries from the bakery down the road.

Jin comes back with two beers and a pink cocktail.

Yun raises his eyebrow. “What’s that? You’re doing the first round and only one person gets the fancy cocktail?”

“Yes. Suffer.”

“Rude.”

“Don’t care.” Jin shrugs and sips at his cosmopolitan dramatically.

And so it goes, there’s one cocktail per round until they forget what round it is and the table is all fancy straws, cherries and snacks. He’s not really one to get drunk and it’d take more than a couple of fruity glasses to get him anywhere near wasted but at least he’s relaxed. Jin was right. He did need this.

“So Hanbin, what’s the plan for the weekend?”

He chews on a chip and wonders if there’s a way to dress up the fact that he’ll just be at home eating take-out. Again.

“I think I’ll try the new burger place that just opened.”

Yun doesn’t even laugh at him. Just nods in deep drunk understanding. “I know a guy who works there. Well, actually. I don’t know him. But he’s kinda hot. You remember him Jin? That blonde guy. With the nice smile? The one I said you should hook up with because he looked-”

“-like he’d be good in bed.” Jin rolls his eyes. “Yeah, I remember you embarrassing me when all I wanted was a damm burger.”

Yun shrugs and doesn’t look sorry at all. “He’s not as cute as that weird guy at the bakery though.”

They all hum in agreement there.

He learns that Yun recently moved from Hong Kong, where he did most of his training, and returned to South Korea help take care of his grandmother. The clinic job was a last resort but now that he’s working it, it’s not half as bad as he expected it to be.

Jin announces that he’s going to dye his hair gray to match the weather and ‘his shrivelled up heart’. They can’t stop laughing at it for some reason. It feels good to laugh at something for a change, however short lived it might be.

“Did you guys hear about that crazy gang stuff went down a few weeks ago? Some guy got sliced up pretty badly. I’m surprised we don’t get them walking into the clinic.” Yun says, grabbing a few hot chips from the plate and chewing thoughtfully. “Those guys probably want to avoid authority though don’t they?”

He’s not even remotely drunk but now he feels more sober than ever. Jin shifts in his seat and their eyes meet for a brief nervous second.

“This whole area is so weird. There are families walking around but then you hear about all this gang stuff. I wouldn’t even know who’s in a gang or not, everyone dresses the same.” Yun continues, seemingly oblivious to their silence.

Jin clears his throat then, because one of them had to say something. “It was probably just minor stuff. Didn’t even make the nightly news.”

It was in the local newspaper though. He remembers reading that with a cold sweat down his neck and knot in his stomach. There were no names mentioned but deep down, he just got this feeling that never really went away.

“It’s like those guys in the corner. Are they just cute bad boy aesthetic or are they actually really bad guys in general…no, don’t both turn around at the same time!” Yun hisses in exasperation. “One at a time, geez!”

Jin looks first but doesn’t say anything. There’s a nudge at his feet under the table and that’s not exactly reassuring.

When it’s his turn, he does it slowly and with so much apprehension that it feels like it takes too long.

He wants to laugh.

Because: of course.

Of course this shit would happen to him here.

Of course Jiwon would be here.

God hates him.

The only mercy in all this is that Cherry Pie is dimly lit, Yun is a featherweight drinker with a bad memory and Jiwon hasn’t seen him yet.

But he’d know the sharp angle of that jaw anywhere.

“I should get going.” He starts, knowing it sounds so abrupt but trying to make a show of how tired he is. “Been a long day.”

Yun boos him but Jin doesn’t say anything at all, just looks across cautious and anxious.

“You’re okay to get home?”

“Yeah, I don’t live that far. I’ll get a cab.” He shrugs, knowing there’s always a few parked out front on a Friday night. “Have a good night, thanks for inviting me out.”

He slips out of the bar just as a group of university students walk in. At the last minute, his eyes search the group of guys sitting in the corner but Jiwon isn’t there anymore. He’s not sure if he should be grateful or disappointed. This whole day has him on edge. Fuck, the whole week has been a mental disaster and he knows it’s because of the same frustrating recurring dreams he’s been having.

No more. He just needs to go home, shut the world out and sleep.

There’s a few smokers out front that he passes on the way to the line of parked cabs. The good thing about Fridays is that there are always so many people out late. It gives him a weird sense of security.

Safety in numbers. More witnesses. Something like that.

“You’re not invisible you know.”

He whips his head around to search for the voice, his heart racing and mind thrown into chaos again. It goes right through him like a jolt of electricity and settles uneasily in his stomach. Like the strongest of visceral responses, goosebumps break all over his skin and he’s acutely aware of how exposed his neck is for a moment.

There’s a gray puff of smoke coming from the shadow of a shop front he just walked past. Why is this whole fucking street so dim?

He’s man enough to admit that the cold sweat running down the back of his neck is fear. He feels everything at once: excitement, worry, curiosity, attraction, confusion….but in the end, fear drowns them all out.

It’s the Jiwon he knows. The Jiwon that has a brother and smiles and makes jokes. It’s the same Jiwon, he reminds himself. It’s the Jiwon you know.

Except that it’s not. He doesn’t know Jiwon. The energy around them is different now. It’s all wrong and crackles through the air like sharp lightning instead of the usual soft hum of thunder that he’s always found more comforting.

There’s a cab a few meters ahead and he could just get in and go home right now. It must be the hesitation in his movements that has Jiwon pushing off the wall of the shop front and walking towards him, stopping just before he steps out of the shadows completely. It’s just enough to be seen and heard but not enough for anyone to see his face clearly.

“Going home?”

Something about the casual way Jiwon asks him, like he’s asking about the weather, and keeps on smoking like he has no idea what kind of effect he has on people, turns his shock and fear into something resembling anger.

“Yeah I am.” He says defensively.

“Shouldn’t be walking around here by yourself.”

“Shouldn’t be sneaking up on people.” He snaps back, fists tightly balled up by his side.

There’s a quite chuckle that does nothing but flare his temper even more.

“You gonna fight me?”

He ignores the question. “What are you doing here?”

Even in the darkness, he can see Jiwon’s wide grin. “Aren’t you supposed to be all polite and shit? Not gonna ask me how my day was? What happened to all that?”

“Not at work right now.” He says as neutral as possible but knowing it comes out cold. He hates himself for reacting to this so badly. He’ll regret it later. He already knows.

“Ahh,” Jiwon says, taking another hit and blowing the smoke to one side. “Only polite and nice at work, huh?”

This isn’t his Jiwon.

Fuck.

His Jiwon?

Not his Jiwon at all.

Someone else’s Jiwon, he thinks dejectedly. And it’s right then that the anger simmers down, replaced by that all too familiar feeling of misery and resignation over something he knows can never and will never happen.

“I should get going.” He stammers out and makes to turn towards the cabs again.

“Why?”

The question catches him off guard, the last thing he expected to be asked.

“Because it’s late. And I-”

“It’s like 9pm. And a Saturday tomorrow. You got a girl to see or something?”

“What?”

“Why do you need to go?” Jiwon asks him again in an amused and mocking tone. “Got big plans?”

“No, I just need to go.”

“Because?”

“Because….”

“Jesus, you’re a hard sell. Can’t even talk to you without an appointment, huh?”

“That’s not what-”

“S’okay, doc. I’m just playing.” Jiwon smiles at him again, this time smaller, less arrogant, less…everything. He watches as the joint burns to Jiwon’s fingers and gets stamped out on the ground between them.

He stares at it, then at their shoes, then the shadows they create on the pavement, all the while cursing at why he lets this one guy shake him up to the point of social disaster.

“Thought you needed to go?” Jiwon asks and there’s so much knowing in that voice that he wonders if people can hear his thoughts all the sudden.

“Yeah. I do. Um, have a good night.”

He stumbles his way towards the line of cabs, each step confusing and depressing as the next.

“Hey? Take the second one. He won’t scam you a few bucks.”

He turns around to say thanks and well, that was a mistake because Jiwon finally steps out of the shadows and they can both see each other clearly for the first time tonight. There’s a cut across his cheek, he looks exhausted but it does nothing to stop that lopsided smile from appearing and does nothing to stop that one automatic thought.

Fuck. Why does he have to look like that?

The butterflies that were paralysed with fear in his stomach only moments ago suddenly decide to take full fucking flight.

“Have a good night.”

He hates himself the entire way home. He hates how weirdly nice the cab driver is. He hates how the fare really is a few dollars less than usual. He hates how he turned to wave out the window and Jiwon was still there, lighting up a new smoke. He hates how he dreams of the same thing over and over again but still wakes up frustrated and alone. 

[namjoonwhothehellami]

Quarantine with JIn

My boyfriend and I have been living together for about a year now, but we have never spent so much time together like we have since quarantine started. We thought that we knew everything there was about each other, but quarantine proved us wrong, it showed us that there’s still a lot of things we don’t know about the other.

Sometimes I wish I hadn’t found out some things about him. We are not the type of couple to be shy around each other, we aren’t scared of showing our weird side. Maybe at the beginning of our relationship but right now we are so comfortable around each other that sometimes is gross. Couple weeks ago I was doing my business in the bathroom, and he just walked in while I was there and went to take a shower. Believe it or not, stuff like this has been happening frequently since that day, and it doesn’t bother us anymore.

Besides being weird, we have been trying to do things that we couldn’t do before. I’ve played the piano for a long time and Jin likes to play it too, so I’m teaching him. Take away the fact that we goof around more than play, it is going pretty well actually. We have been cooking together all the time, we’re a pretty good team. He’s working on songs for the new album and I help him out with the lyrics sometimes. We are working on his English more than ever right now, he’s doing well and he’s also a quick learner. We have been trying to keep ourselves as busy as we can.

Today was clean up day, we cleaned the whole apartment. We washed the bathroom, cleaned the kitchen, vacuum and mop the floor, washed and folded the laundry, cleaned the mirrors, changed the bed sheets and etc. At the end of the day, after taking a shower, we didn’t feel like cooking dinner so Jin ordered food from our favorite Korean restaurant. While we waited for the food, Jin suggested that we did a Vlive.

-We should do an EatJin when the food comes.- He said, turning his head to look at me while we were both lying on the bed in our matching couple pajamas.

-You think so? Will ARMY be okay with me being in it?- I asked him a little apprehensive about it.

-I think we should definitely do it. It’s about time for you to appear in a Vlive with me, besides they love seeing us together.- He said smiling pulling me closer by my waist and leaving a kiss on my forehead.

-Alright then, let’s do it.- I said smiling back at him.

We got up off the bed and Jin went to set up the camera for the live. Few minutes later he started the live and began talking to ARMY. I heard the doorbell ring and went to get the food, I thanked the delivery man and bowed. When I came back to the living room Jin was talking about the special guest that was joining him tonight. I stood to the side and watched while he talked about me.

-ARMY, tonight we have a very special guest. This person is so important to me that I can’t imagine my life without her. This person is truly my soulmate, and most definitely, the love of my life. You guys have been asking me to bring this person to my EatJin for a long time so I finally did. But first things first, I wanted to ask of y’all to be nice to this person. As I said before, she means a lot to me and I would appreciate it if you guys were nice to her. Without further ado, here’s my baby, my girlfriend, y/n!- He said and started clapping while I sat down on the floor beside him.

-Hi ARMY, thank you for having me tonight .- I said, a little shy waving to the camera

-She’s a little shy right now but I promise you she won’t be for long.-He said teasing me and I playfully hit his arm

-It’s my first time doing a Vlive. I have the right to be shy. Look at all of these people watching. -I said pointing to the screen

-You’ll be fine, they are all here to see us. Here let’s read some comments.- Jin said scrolling down to see the comments.

-“y/n unnie is so pretty” damn right she is. - read the first comment

-Thank you - I answered blushing a little

-Your beautiful baby. Now it is your turn- He said motioning for me to read a comment

-Ok. “What’s your favorite thing to do together now?” My favorite thing to do together now is cooking, you?

-Mine too. We’ve been cooking a lot lately because we’re eating a lot. - He said and we laugh

-But today isn’t the case because we were hungry and lazy to cook dinner, so we just ordered some food and we're gonna eat right now.- I explained and showed the food to the camera.

-We weren’t planning on doing this live but I just felt like showing you guys my beautiful girlfriend. -He said while I opened the recipients as which the food was in.

-Stop making me blush and eat.- I said smiling and laughing a little.

-Yes ma’am. - He bowed to me and I laugh

The whole time we were talking about random stuff and laughing which of course led Jin to choke on the rice. We finished eating, I brought the trash to the kitchen and started reading comments again after Jin told ARMY to ask us anything about our relationship that they were curious about.

-Ok first one, someone said “I don’t know if it’s just me, but I wanna know, when are you guys getting married?

I need this wedding more than I need air to breathe”. We’re not sure when we’ll get married. Mostly because someone hasn’t asked me yet so, yeah I’m not sure. -I answered teasingly while I glared at my boyfriend.

-Ah hahaha I haven’t asked yet but when I do you guys are going to be the first to know, I mean after our parents and the boys of course.- He told ARMY and I just smile

-Ok next one, “A place you want to visit together?”. We want to go to bora bora one day.- I say and he nods in agreement

-I’ll pick one now, “Favorite track from MOTS7 and D-2?”. I like Dear my friend a lot and from our album, zero o’clock. How about you?

-I have a couple of favorite tracks from D-2. I love burn it, Strange, Set me free What do you think and of course daetwichta. From mots7 is hard, I love all of the tracks.

-It better be Moon- He said and we burst out laughing

-I love moon but I also love my time and inner child.- I said smiling

-Stop trying to make me jealous- He pouted a little but laughed

-No I’m serious, those are one of my favorites. All the songs are amazing. I love all of them.

-You also love Ugh. You talked about it all day when you heard for the first time.

-That’s true I love Ugh. I love every rap line song to be honest

-You do. Let’s read actual comments instead of questions now.- He said scrolling down on the screen

-Let’s do it.- I said looking at the comments

-“You guys are so cute together please adopt me” Don’t say stuff like that your parents will be sad- He said and I laugh and lay my head on his arm

-“You know she’s the one when she laughs at every single joke he makes” I’m the best person to tell jokes to because I laugh at everything- I said chuckling a little

-She laughs even when she gets hurt. She’ll bang her knee somewhere and burst out laughing and crying at the same time, it’s cute but weird. “Not gonna lie, their kid will be the most beautiful human being on this planet, both inside and outside” I agree we will make beautiful children. -He said proud and I smile

-Oh this one, “Do a makeup look on Jin oppa”. I’ll try to if he lets me.

-I’ll think about that later, don’t get your hopes up. “You guys are my favorite couple” thank you. I think this is it we should go now this live is almost hitting two hours.

-Really? I didn’t even notice the time. Well thank y’all for watching and being so supportive I truly love you guys.

-We love you, thank you so much for watching we’ll be back soon.- he said giving his signature flying kiss to the camera

-Bye guys stay safe. - We both wave goodbye to the camera and after some struggle to turn it off we end the live.

[yourkeeperoftherunners]

This is for You

Plot: AU He’s self-conscious of himself ever since his crush turned him down. Your roommate threw a costume party just because but you had to miss out for a music test coming up. His friends dragged him to said party and he was ready to bolt until he heard a song he’s never heard before.

Rating: PG-13 (College party, minor language, body issues, self-doubt)

Characters: College Student!Jimin x Female Reader, feat. mentions of other members

Notes: The author was listening to her library recently and remembered that “Gold” by Britt Nicole was in there. Hearing that in real life Jimin has struggled with loving himself made me want to imagine how he’d react if he heard someone singing this song. If anyone actually does sing the song to him in real life, you are awesome and I want to hear all the details afterwards, okay?

“Why are you hosting a costume party? Halloween just ended!”

“Because costumes are fun! And second, why does Halloween have to be the sole reason someone can wear a costume?” your roommate Lea shot back. Her eyes narrowed and she gave you a look, daring you to challenge her reasoning.

You held your hands up and muttered that it wasn’t limited to one night a year. You picked up your guitar case and sheet music, glancing over at the backyard. “Guess I’ll be in the shed tonight.”

Lea pouted and you gave her an apologetic look. “Sorry, but I’ve got a performance test in a few days and it’s worth 25% of our grade.”

“Fine, but next party, okay?” Lea said as she pointed at you. “Do you want me to ban people from the backyard?”

“Nah it’s cool – I’ve got a sign I can stick on the door,” you replied. You slipped out through the backdoor of the house you were renting and used your key to unlock the shed. It used to be a playhouse that the owner’s kids had before growing up and heading off to school, but you and your roommate had converted it into a practice room for studying or rehearsing music without interruptions.

“You seem excited – got your exam back already?” Jimin asked as his roommate came in, dropping his backpack onto his bed.

Jungkook dug around in his bag and fished out a flyer, handing it off to Jimin before making a beeline for the closet. Jimin smoothed the crinkled paper and saw it was an invitation to a costume party, hosted by one of the soprano singing majors who was a year ahead of them. He sighed as he put the flyer on Kook’s bed before settling back into his seat, drawing his knee up.

“It’s an excuse to wear that costume I was torn between!” Jungkook blurted out as he tossed the pieces of the costume onto his bed. “You’re coming, right?”

Jimin made a face and shook his head. “Maybe I should stay home,” he murmured, rubbing the back of his neck.

The younger boy stopped what he was doing and rolled his eyes at his friend, who was perched on a chair, knee drawn up with his chin resting on it.

“What, are you going to study for that ‘it’s-worth-1/3-of-your-final-grade' exam?” Jungkook snorted. He dragged his friend to his feet and began guiding him to the closet. “Chim, you’re not fooling me and I’m not letting you sit here and mope.”

“Halloween was weeks ago!”

“So? Who said it had to be Halloween to do a costume party? C’mon it’ll be fun!” Jungkook begged. “No one’s gonna know it’s you.” He clasped his hands together and attempted to use his cutest begging look on the older boy.

Jimin scrunched up his nose and twisted his lips into a frown. Damn Kookie and his aegyo...

“Clark Kent?” Taehyung guessed when his friends showed up. He pointed to Jungkook as he took a sip from his cup. “And our baby’s the Punisher.”

Jimin nodded as he pushed the costume glasses up. He didn’t want to be here, nor did he want to be dressed like Superman’s civilian ego. Initially Jungkook had recommended a few complex costumes with props and masks, but none of those seemed appealing to Jimin, who dismissed them as being too much work to do. The former located an old Superman logo tee in the bottom of his closet and made his roommate put it on before assembling the other pieces to make an easy Clark Kent costume.

The tee was too tight in his opinion, but at least the white shirt covered it. Sleeves were going to be left down but at the younger boy’s request, they were rolled up to show off Jimin’s biceps. Sure they looked good but he felt exposed trying to pose as the iconic DC hero.

“Is there a contest or something?” Jungkook asked as he gestured to Tae’s outfit.

Taehyung shook his head and allowed his crimson colored lips to form a pout. He nodded in the direction of the host and murmured that she had not planned a contest for the best costume. He fixed his purple suit jacket before crushing his cup in his hand. “Wish there was one though – I think I would have won.”

“Or...not,” Jungkook muttered as he spotted the valedictorian arrive, a horde of girls following him in a trance.

Jimin looked and saw that Namjoon was dressed as a Victorian-era vampire, complete with light colored contacts and fake blood dripping from his plump lips. He wished he had looked away sooner, for he spotted his old crush Risa lingering around Namjoon. Her hand reached out to touch the valedictorian’s arm and she laughed loudly at something said.

Tae scowled at the group and snorted in disgust. “Hyung is cool, but his costume is cliche. No originality.”

“Let’s move to another room,” Jungkook ordered as he dragged Jimin toward the dining room.

As they began moving away from the small group, the pair heard Taehyung throw out, “I thought this was a costume party, not a strip club!”

Jungkook snickered at their friend’s snarky comeback and Jimin allowed a small smile to cross his lips. Leave it to Tae to speak candidly about the situation.

“Don’t engage her, okay? Just relax and fun,” Kook said. “I’ll stick with you the whole night – promise.”

“Hey you – I come bearing water,” Lea said as she entered the shed, bottle in hand.

You thanked her as you accepted it, put your guitar down, and twisted the cap off to take a sip. She watched you drink as she gave you a brief rundown of who was there and what they were wearing.

“By the way, everyone’s being told to stay inside, unless they need fresh air or a smoke,” she added. “Gotta tell you, out of everyone who came, Namjoon surprised me.”

You snorted as you recapped the bottle. “Ha, well I’m not,” you replied. While Kim Namjoon was the brightest kid on campus, you had seen him outside of his usual attire of neatly pressed pants, clean shirt in a contrasting color, and red Converse. Occasionally you found him in one of the smaller clubs you visited, often spitting raps under his stage name RM. To you, there was clearly more to him than just books and smarts but everyone bought into his cute nerd look.

“Even Risa’s trying to impress him – you should have seen her outfit,” Lea admitted. “I mean, it’s technically a short, ‘everyone’s gonna see your ass if you bend over’ negligee and a pair of cat ears.”

You cocked your head and frowned as you tried to picture it. “Are you sure we’re talking about the same person? The girl I used to be friends with in grade school until Mommy and Daddy got rich and moved her away from the riffraff?”

Lea nodded and you rolled your eyes as you picked up your guitar and placed it on your lap. Yeah, that girl you used to be friends with in grade school? She was long gone – ever since her parents came into a bit of money after a grandparent passed, Risa got caught up in the mess. Technically she wasn’t cold or rude to you these days, but you never acknowledged each other beyond polite greetings in passing.

“Yeah, same snot who mocked that guy when he confessed his feeling for her – dunno the guy’s name, but boy did I feel for him,” Lea recalled with a sad look. “All I could think when I heard that was, ‘Wow, what a bitch!’ Wonder if that guy’s okay – she really humiliated him from what I heard.”

You nodded stiffly. You didn’t know the young man she turned down, but what you had gathered was that it was a younger student who had a sweet, heartfelt confession. Shallow Risa dissed the guy as being too soft, emotionally and physically for her liking, laughing as she left the poor guy standing there completely crushed.

“Thanks for the update,” you said as you slung the guitar strap over your body. “I need to practice my personal piece. Feel good about the scales and prepared piece, but I really need to nail the personal one.”

“Good luck!”

“She’s evil,” Tae remarked as he glared over at Namjoon and Risa. “Joonie’s too smart to buy her nonsense.”

“Chim, no alcohol for you tonight,” Jungkook ordered as he snatched the cup out of the elder’s hand. “You don’t wanna be hungover tomorrow.”

“Try the dumplings – heard the host made them from scratch,” a voice spoke up as someone joined them.

The trio looked up to see it was Jin, a theater major who was a few years older than them. Jin held out a paper plate with hot dumplings and prompted everyone to take one. Jungkook grabbed one and bit into it, wincing as the hot contents nearly scalded his mouth. Tae blew on his before nibbling on it and Jimin shook his head as he held up a hand.

“They’re not part of my diet,” he replied.

Tae scowled at him and shot Jungkook a look. “I thought he was done with this diet mess!”

“I tried!” Jungkook protested with his hands up. “He refuses to eat anything I bring home unless its raw or very plain! He keeps going to the gym with me and literally will be there at least an hour after I’ve left!”

“There’s nothing bad in them Chim Chim,” Jin said as he showed the inside of the dumpling he was eating. “See? Lots of veggies and pork. You love pork.”

Jimin shook his head and stood up from his seat. He glanced around, searching for the nearest door and mumbled he needed some fresh air. Before any of the members could stop him, he was pushing his way through the crowd and turning the handle.

“Everybody keeps score/Afraid you’re gonna lose/Just ignore/They don’t know the real you,” you sang as you worked your way through this passage at a slowed down tempo. You paused for a moment and reset your metronome, letting it tick closer to the actual tempo of the original song. You repeated the chords for the section you just played and hummed softly before making a note on your music that you were able to play that part up to speed.

“All the rain in the sky/Can’t put out your fire/Of all the stars out tonight/You shine brighter,” you sang as you played the next part slowed down. “This, this is for all the girls/Boys all over the world/Whatever you’ve been told/You’re worth more than gold.”

Jimin caught his breath once he got outside and he walked away from the door. Was it too much for him to ask for a quiet night without the painful reminder of Risa rejecting him? Or being tempted by foods he couldn’t eat, lest he risk putting on weight again? He knew his friends were worried about his recent decisions but he was convinced that he knew what he was doing. As cruel as Risa had been to him, she did speak the truth – no one would want him soft, especially if they could have someone like Namjoon or even Jungkook with his toned arms and confident attitude.

He closed his eyes and forced himself to take deep breaths to ease his anxious mind. He frowned when he heard a female voice coming from the backyard and his eyes flew open. He slowly walked in the direction of the voice, which was coming from a small house or shed with windows, one of which was cracked open.

“So don’t let anybody tell you that you’re not loved/And don’t let anybody tell you that you’re not enough/Yeah, there are days when we all feel like we’re messed up/But the truth is that we’re all diamonds in the rough,” you sang. Your fingers fumbled on this segment and you stopped, chewing on your bottom lip in frustration. Ugh, even slowed down this one was giving you trouble. You sighed as you picked up your metronome and shut it off, deciding it was time for a break.

Jimin lingered at the entrance to the shed and read the sign on the door. He took a few steps back and glanced back at the house. He didn’t want to bother whoever was in there but at the same time he wanted to know more about the song and the person singing it.  He swallowed the lump in his throat and raised his fist, knocking lightly on the door.

“Um excuse me? I uh, I’m sorry for bothering you,” he began as he lowered his fist. “I um, I heard you singing and I wanted to know what song that is. Would you please...”

You blinked when you heard the knock, accompanied by the warm voice. You set the guitar on its stand and rose from your seat, opening the door to the shed carefully. You stuck your head out and met the boy’s eyes.

“Hey, was I too loud? I didn’t think anyone heard me,” you admitted with a shy smile.

He shook his head and explained he needed some fresh air. “I came out here and I heard a voice singing, so I followed it and wanted to know more.”

You opened the door wider and stepped to the side. “Yeah it was a guitar version of Britt Nicole’s “Gold” – I’ve got a performance test coming up and that’s supposed to be my personal piece I’ll play.”

Jimin’s mouth opened in an ���o’ shape and he nodded before looking back at the house, spotting your roommate wandering around the party. “Are you the host’s roommate?”

You nodded and rested your fingers around the edge of the door. You hadn’t seen this guy around before but he was cute as Clark Kent – glasses suited him and the stud earrings were kind of edgy but hot.

“Paroling the streets for bad guys Clark?” you teased with a smile.

He blinked before looking down at himself and laughing at your dumb joke. “My friend’s idea – he made me come,” Jimin explained. “But...I’m glad I did, because I heard a new song and I really like it.”

“The original is better,” you admitted with a shrug. “I can play about 89% of it without problem but its the bridge that gives me so much trouble.”

Jimin cocked his head at your guitar and looked over at it. “Um, could I hear the whole thing? I don’t care if its perfect – I’d just like to hear your version right now. The guitar is very pleasing to listen to.”

You smiled shyly and nodded before stepping to the side to let him in. He thanked you with a brief nod of his head and you pointed out a spare chair for him to sit in. He took a seat in the chair and watched as you got ready, picking up the guitar, slipping the strap over your head, and adjusting the tension on some of the strings.

“You were walking on the moon/Now you feeling low-ow-ow/What they said wasn't true/You're beautiful,” you began, your eyes lifting from the body of the guitar to meet Jimin’s eyes. “Sticks and stones break your bones/I know what you're feeling/Words like those/Won't steal your glow/You're one in a milli–”

“ChimChim I’m sorry about the dumpl–OHO! So sorry!” Jin stammered as he moved away from the door. He bowed low and apologized repeatedly for interrupting you as he backed away, mumbling he was going back inside.

You blinked as you watched Jin leave and Jimin shook his head with a faint smile.

“ChimChim? That’s a new one – it’s cute!” you remarked as you looked over at Jimin with a smile.

It was his turn to duck his head and he waved his hand. “It’s a nickname my friends gave me – real name is Jimin.”

You held out a hand and he shook it. “Y/N, nice to meet you. By the way, did he steal your dumplings from you? I can probably ask Lea to make more some other time – they’re super easy to make.”

Jimin shook his head, his hand going to the back of his neck. “Um, he offered me one, but I can’t eat it – I’m on a diet, you see.”

“I mean, it’s your choice but I personally don’t think you need to go on one,” you admitted. You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and shyly looked down. “You look handsome in glasses and...I like your earrings. You look so smart.”

“Wae? Oh you don–”

“No I’m serious!” you protested as you leaned forward. “Look, I don’t wanna be too forward but you seem really sweet and I’m glad you came tonight and knocked on the door.”

He felt his cheeks warms up and he allowed a huge smile to cross his lips at the compliments.

“You’re killing me with that smile ChimChim,” you remarked shaking your head. “It’s adorable and now I wanna smile even after a stressful practice session!”

“Is this real?” he asked in a soft voice.

“Yes,” you replied as you placed your hand on top of his. “Am I keeping you from your friends?”

He shook his head and scooted forward on his chair, cupping his chin in his hand. “I’d like to hear the rest, if you’re up to playing it.”

[taeguboi]

BTS HC ... in the bedroom *raises brows*

Request: ‘waht do u think are turn ons for bts? could you do me a hc please?’

Request: ‘ Request for how you think bts are in the bedroom? ;) I think this is a headcanon request but feel free to do it in another way if you like :) cheers!’

I was gonna do these separately but then I realized they’re too similar to be making two different posts.

Righty. Have fun reading all this smutty smut smut!

Rap Monster

Your presence

When you’re washing the dishes

When you’re reaching for something on a higher shelf in the shop

When you sit next to him and your leg brushes against his

There’s just something about the way you do certain things 

that really gets to him

He goes mental if you sit on his lap

Especially if he can’t do anything about it

he doesn’t mind you getting him worked up though

because he ain’t afraid to do something about it

yes, even if you’re at the coffee shop

Lots of foreplay

humping/grinding

making out against the wall

with his thigh pressed up between your legs

touching you subtly in public to warm you up

you’ll be left wanting what you can’t have

If you try to take it sooner than you’re allowed it

*spanky spank*

sorry

“naughty”

high key loves mischievousness

Whispering / muttering

Today he’ll drive you nuts

“That’s right baby girl”

Tomorrow, you’ll get your own back

“You look good today”

but boy, he will give you what you need, eventually

okay, I think after all that you won’t be surprised when I say

Exhibitionism

the possibility of getting caught makes him even harder

he’ll press you up against an open window

he’ll take you to fuck anywhere

because sometimes the journey home just can’t wait

there’s just something about that sense of urgency

Fucking with clothes on

not just in public, even

He likes to have quick sessions before guests come over

Smirking because of what just happened 5 minutes ago 

...on that chair your friend is now sat on

He loves lacy underwear

He likes a sexy image that leaves something to the imagination

Something that he can unwrap because you’re all his

Waist grabbing

He likes to grab your waist and catch you off-guard

He knows his sudden touch is guaranteed

to get those panties wet

Pet names

particularly ‘baby’ [how many times in one vlive tho]

‘honey’/’jagiya’ is probably the second most used pet name

that latter name is used more for when he’s appreciating you

the ‘baby’s increase when it’s dirty talk over the phone

Phone Sex

He’s not going to wait til he comes back from wherever he is

If he’s on tour, about 70% of your phone calls turn dirty

He could be just at work a few roads away but 

if he’s horny, he’s gonna call you

Curves

a body that he can explore entirely with his hands

he likes to grab

massaging a breast, firmly gripping a dick, that’s his jam

Body worship

He loves to tell you how beautiful your body is

and as much as he loves the whole undressing each other thing

he likes it more when you strip for him

What an amazing view you are to him

Jin

Being a menace

He’ll go round the house doing every day things either with his shirt off or in a shirt that accentuates his broad shoulders

Knowing that you’re staring at him, so

Attention

Just on him

You’re going to forget that anyone else in the world exists after he’s done with you

Confirmation

You reminding him that no one else can make you feel the way he makes you feel

Give him a name or honorific that gives him authority

‘oppa’ / ‘hyung’, maybe occasionally ‘appa’ (daddy)

He’ll come so hard 

whilst just pounding you into the sheets

so he can look after ‘my little one’

Cutting the chase

Teasing isn’t really his thing

Well, he likes to tease you

But he can’t take what he gives

If you dare tease him, he will actually

hold you over his lap and spank you hard

and you’ll feel his boner dig right into you

as you’re sprawled across him, all red and heated

Minimal Foreplay

he just really likes to get straight down to business

quite impatient actually once the moment takes him

as soon as he’s sure you’re ready, he’ll be straight in there

Stress relief

If something’s going on, he needs you

because he’s lucky to have you

he instantly feels better when you collapse on top of him, 

resting your head on his shoulder while he plays with your hair

He’ll return the favour though

and while he isn’t looking for only one thing when he gives you a massage

it’s his favourite way to initiate sex if that’s what you want

He’s going to teach you a thing or two

Lay back while oppa works his magic on you

You’re in for a treat

Suga

I spent way to long on this one

I’m sorry, Rap Mon is not the kinkiest 

He loves to see his hands wrapped around your throat

He knows how to do it properly of course

Because he knew that he’d want to apply this kind of skill in the future

and that’s not just for the BS&T concept

And that’s another turn on

Knowing what he wants

He goes shopping online for toys

Imagining everything he could do to you with each

His order comes through

and he knows exactly what he’s going to do with you tonight

gets a great amount of pleasure out of pleasuring you

Suspension

He loves making you wait

You’ll tell him you need him to come home

And he won’t

But he’ll send you all the words to get you worked up

He can take some teasing for you

he secretly hopes you’ll wanna distract him from work

or that you’ll touch him under the dinner table

what better excuse is there to take a break or leave than to fulfill his need for you?

Sometimes he likes it when you take over

If he’s stressed, having you look after your baby boy is just what he needs

He’ll let you do anything

You can just stroke his dick

Or you can eat him out until he’s quivering

Or you can ride him and tell him how precious he is to you

but it’s rare and you should embrace every moment of it.

Words

He likes to use his deep voice to drive you nuts

and he likes to give you instructions

“Be a good girl/boy and ride daddy’s dick”

so let’s get back to the

Kinks

because I reckon he has quite a few, such as

Spanking

he likes to punish

and he likes to make you red

bonus if he leaves any marks that last a few days

but he’d never hurt you of course

Tying you up

Lots of rope and most of it isn’t even to keep you restrained

He just loves the way it looks draped across your body

Eating you out

especially plus those ropes

seriously, everything is better with some light bondage

plus maybe some sensory deprivation too

watching you writhe as he uses that tongue technology

He loves how he can make you see stars 

before he’s properly even begun with you

[what’s that? you want to hear more about how kinky this one is? alrighty then!]

Costumes / Light Roleplay

anything to make you look pretty

maid

will low key want to dress you up while doing chores

kitten

especially with this choker around you neck

Necks

he likes to kiss yours

you eventually find out he goes mental when you mark his

and then he realizes

Marks on you

he wants to see for days after what a good job he’s done

you’re getting ready for bed and he catches sight of one of the purple marks on your collar bone

and he just smirks

Intensity

heated sex

When his sweat drips down his back

and down your chest

he knows he’s doing more than good

Rewards

he wants to make sure you know when you’ve been a good girl/boy 

a bonus feature after one of your achievements

like yeah, your hard work gets you a promotion or an opportunity

but your hard work also earns his dick

J-Hope

Skinship

feeling the warmth of your body against his

He likes to use his hands

using his fingers inside you is great because he still gets to concentrate on your face

he uses touch to make you tense

brushing his hand across your cheek 

then down your neck

He likes to grab

after his hand has gone down your neck, it attaches straight one of your erotic points

circling your nipples to get you started

before cupping the place you need him the most

Biting and nibbling

Marking you up with pretty purple bruises

and other markings are great too

he’ll sometimes spank you in more intense sessions

telling you how bad you’ve been as he rubs the sore area

Whimsy

Sometimes you’ll just turn him on unexpectedly

but he doesn’t mind

even if he says “goddammit...”

all it is is his way of letting you know what’s the matter so he can do something about his ‘problem’

Experimental

He just wants to cover all grounds so he can give you the most pleasure possible

He’ll try anything if you will

actually likes quite vanilla sex 

but lives for the memories of those more daring moments

I think he might even be open to the idea of bringing someone else into the equation

He’d love to watch someone else fucking you

before he pushes them aside to do a better job and complete the job

Dancing

He knows how to give you a show

in fact, he loves to give you a show

this boy is just a show

the best show

Boy Girl Meets Evil

Jimin

Control

He knows how to make your tense

because he’s picked up these little behaviour patterns

so he likes to act much more innocent and sub than he is

like “baby I need you”

but then he’s making you repeat his words 

as he pounds you relentlessly into the bed

He likes to catch you off guard

so he just goes from 1 to 1000 in 5 seconds 

One minute, he’s helping you do the chores

The next, he’s banging you over the washing machine

Lip biting

that’s another thing he does

he knows you’re week for those full plump pink lips

that work so well on you down there

Your moans and whines

He likes to hear you being fucked by him

He likes to embrace all the senses: touch, taste, sight, sound

so he likes to let out those sighs and grunts too

Words have an effect on him

verbal sex is intense for him

he uses words to fluster you

he wants you to say his name

Praise -- for both of you

He loves it when you compliment him

but he’s also turned on by reminding himself of all the sexy things about you

Nudity

If you’re asleep naked on a hot day when he comes home to you

He’ll flip you onto your back and wake you up

and he loves taking showers with you

there’s no way he’d prefer to get ready

You beneath him

He likes to lay you down gently on the bed

and pin your arms above your head as he enters you

and while he likes to get a little aggressive

he’s all about looking after you

sometimes he’ll purposely be extra and wear you out

so he can wait on you and treat you like a prince/ss afterwards

Smol but mighty

he will pick you up in a honeymoon lift

he might get carried away

and there’s that one time he causes you to accidentally to whack your head on the headboard

and he is SO sorry

but you just giggle because you know how into it he was getting

Sometimes, he’ll use toys

just so you can tell him you want the real thing

he wants you to tell him how much you want his dick inside you

He will punish you, no exceptions

he rubs circles over where he’s just spanked you

admiring your perfect body

but just as you begin to notice the soothing feeling of his hand

he’ll spank you again 

But he doesn’t mind you teasing for hours

denying him of what he needs the most

but again, that’s fine

Sex with you should last forever

V

You initiating it

He doesn’t always realize when you’re being suggestive

So when you suddenly push him up against the wall

He’s putty in your hands

But there are days when he’s feeling extra frisky

Getting you worked up in public

He uses his innocent nature to pretend he doesn’t know what he’s doing

But he fucking knows

He knows that the way he just said your name was fucking hot

He’s a champ at just shocking you

if he’s gonna do something he doesn’t usually

he’s gonna go big

hE fUcKiNg SeNt YoU a NuDe WhEn YoU wEre SaT RIGHT nExT tO yOuR fRiEnD!!!

and there’s a view of everything

EVERYTHING

his hand round his rock hard dick

his beautiful bare skin

his lip biting

his sinful eyes

every. thing.

Trying new things

He gets excited for new experiences

He can’t wait to see how you react when you come home to him holding a blindfold

Or when you tell him something about yourself

and he can’t wait to play that card in the bedroom

Explorative

as well as trying new kinks and techniques

he wants to know how every inch of your body feels

he wants to kiss you everywhere to see how you react

even like the sides of your torso or somewhere less obvious/conventional

Fluids

sorry if I make that sound gross

He loves seeing how wet you get for him

He even loves watching his own cum drip from his aching cock as you pump him with your hand [don’t deny it, you love watching it even more]

Noises

complete personality turnaround

at the beginning he’s all cutesy

then he gets more into it

until his high is coming near

“I’m gonna come for you, baby”

and he loves the sound of kissing

especially that wet sound you get from full on french kissing

There’s no particular roles

he’s all about whatever you want in the moment

Closeness

bodies pressed up against each other as he thrusts into you

hand holding when you’re on the bottom

but also emotional closeness

passionate kisses when you’re on top

having a firm hold on your ass with his large hands

He’s a butt guy

bum massages

like he’ll massage you all over

but will end and linger at the butt cheeks

or the boobs

He doesn’t forget the twins

those are important

Sensual, slow love making

there’s no better sex than romantic sex, right?

but 

He will spank you if you’re being particularly defiant

he’ll actually stop whatever you’re both doing,

turn you over onto your stomach

and he will TELL YOU

Oral

While the feeling of being inside your tight hole is amazing

He loves fucking your face

and using his tongue on you

He wants you whining for him to fill you up

Just sit on his face, you deserve it

Jungkook

You riding him

He loves to watch you bounce on him

Your face

Your sounds

It’s his favourite thing to just lay beneath you

Sometimes he gets quite scared to tell you what he wants

Is it too demanding? Too weird?

you have to edge him to get him to speak up during sex

Before, however, if he’s in the mood

He’ll just sit there watching your every move

with those furrowed, concentrated brows

because he doesn’t wanna just outright tell you 

that fucking you is all he can think about

your confidence to initiate it will turn him on

Very visual

just as sensitive to sight as he is to touch

but blindfolds [on him] still get him going

when one sense is restricted, the others heighten

Will nut so hard if you send him a naughty snapchat

will come in his boxers if you tell him to sit in that chair while you play with yourself

Better with his mouth than he gives himself credit for

you know you can make him come by fucking your face

but you wonder what wonders his mouth can do for you

and it’’s fucking HEAVEN

He CANNOT hold his noises in

frustrated grunts and moans fill the room

as you play with his cock

and the whines get higher as he nears orgasm

he’s a very loud boy

Likes an older person

to teach him a few things

honestly, it’s just a turn on that you’re older

it can’t really be explained

Take good care of this one.

I was gonna be kind and make 7 separate posts so you could brace yourselves, but eh, who has the time? You can all die in on big overdose 😂 

[oftenderweapons]

Where, When and How - hyung line

Pairing: hyung line member x reader

Wordcount: 1k words each, circa

Genre: (hinted/mild) smut, fluff, lowkey angst

Rating: suggested 18+

Hello lovelies! Since quarantine is separating many lovers all around the world I thought about how the boys would handle being away from their girlfriend. It’s obviously smutty. Every piece is about 1000 words each.

Trigger warning: smut, hinted and sometimes pretty descriptive, really it depends. LOADS OF SEX TOYS (it was supposed to be a sex-toy themed thingy because yay!self-love and yes, you can use them together with your significant other too), some mild bdsm here and there, praise kink (you know where it comes from), swearing and alcohol (nothing extreme, just tipsy), masturbation and that should be pretty much everything. Should I put a disclaimer for a slightly subby Jin and sugar daddy Hobi? (Lol, help)

You can find the maknae line here

Psst--- here is my masterlist 

Namjoon

"There's a package for you, sir."

"I don't think I've ordered anything. Is there a name on it?"

"It says it's from miss ___."

"Oh, she didn't mention it but I guess I can call her. Just a second please."

He wasn't sure you were going to be awake but at least he would try. Luckily you picked up.

"Hi baby" you mumbled.

"Hello princess. Have you sent me something? Like a package?"

"Oh, it's already there? Yeah, I didn't tell you because it was supposed to arrive tomorrow."

"So it's mine? You sent it? For me?"

"Yeah, but can you wait to open it until next call? I really wanna see how you're going to react!" You said sweetly.

"So I'm just supposed to wait?"

"Yes, Joonie. Wait, how's your schedule tonight?"

"Maybe grabbing a bite with the guys, I don't know. But I could tell them I'm busy and have dinner with you."

"You get dinner and I get lunch..." You murmured thinking about the time difference.

"Right, yeah. Or I could join you later, have a quick bite with the boys and then come to you."

"As you wish."

"'kay babe, see you later."

"See you."

Namjoon got his package and retired to his room quickly. The boys had been in Los Angeles for three weeks now, working on their latest album and you had been missing Namjoon like crazy. After a video call where every single one of his smallest moves felt like a tease, you decided it was time to act. And that's what the package was meant for.

It was almost one pm in Seoul, you were sitting in front of your laptop, spread out on the bed munching cherries and waiting for your boyfriend to call you. Meanwhile your boyfriend was someplace in LA, it was nine pm and Hoseok was trying to drag the whole crew to some relatively private club nearby to chill and have fun after dinner.

"Please, my girlfriend is waiting on me, Hoseok."

"Come on, just a drink!"

He couldn't say no to some group time.

That's how he found himself definitely tipsy at three am dragging himself from the minivan towards the hall of the villa the boys had rented. When he saw the package laying on top of the table he went completely still for a couple seconds. He quickly picked up his phone and called you right away, squinting at the light and hesitating a little before pressing. Again you picked up. He thought you must be an angel for actually picking up.

"Hello Joon."

"I'm so sorry." He spit out. You could immediately recognise his tipsy voice.

"You were out with the boys, I knew it would never be a "grab a quick bite then I'm all yours" kind of thing."

"Good god baby, you're so good to me."

"Put me on videocall you buffoon, I wanna see your pretty face." You whined on the phone.

"Your voice is strange, were you sleeping?”

“I fell asleep waiting on you. I didn’t sleep well last night.”

“Why, baby?”

“Hate sleeping without you. I only crash when I’m too tired. I’ve been thinking I should put a futon or something in my home studio so I can sleep there when you’re not around. Our bed is so wrong when you’re not here.”

“I’m so sorry, love.”

“It’s okay. Oh, there he is!” You squealed when the camera turned on. “God, if I were there I’d leave so many bites on those collarbones.”

“You’re turning steamy, love. What’s up?”

“Nothing. I might have drank some wine while waiting and I didn’t properly have lunch.”

“Why not? Not hungry? And how much wine?”

“Maybe a little more than half a bottle of that Cabernet Sauvignon that I got for our last night before the trip.”

“Can’t blame you, it was delicious. Are you naked?”

“Have you checked the weather? It’s been over 30 degrees in Seoul for the last three days, even my nails are sweating.”

“Not complaining. Bless me, do I miss those thighs…”

“Don’t you wanna open your gift Joonie?” You teased, covering yourself a bit in your white sheets.

“Yeah, right”. He sort of wanted to open other things. Still, he fumbled a bit with the package and the box, mostly trying to unwrap the box one-handed. Then he propped the phone on the table, not without making it drop screen-down on the table a couple times, and then, finally two-handed, he managed to unwrap the tape.

“Is it…?”

“Yeah, go on.” You bit your lip and he noticed.

“God, you’re evil. Such a tease.” He opened the case and noticed the artsy design fleshlight you had so shamelessly selected and bought for him. “You’re unreal. My clever little vixen. Can’t wait to get home and fucking wreck you.”

“I know it’s not me, but it’s the best alternative.” You smiled and batted your lashes, now letting some of your body show on the screen, still he could only guess where your spare hand had slipped to.

“You’re a fucking blessing. I’m so thankful, love. You’re the best. Damn, that brain of yours. I love how open and smart and confident you are. One hell of a woman playing the babygirl. So sexy.”

You were literally melting at all the praises he was being so prodigal with. “What do you think? Would you like to lay down, relax a little and try whether you like your new toy or not?”

“That’s it. I love you, you cute little brat.” As he got into bed you let him see your naked chest, almost making him trip on his pants and fall.

“Be careful daddy, it would be a shame if you hurt yourself.”

“You’re soooo getting spanked when I get back home.”

“I hope that’s a promise.”

The experience was… satisfactory.

Jin

His girlfriend was a delicate, delicate flower. She was cute and classy and shy. Funny, kind, timid and clumsy. But most importantly pure and innocent. She didn’t look like the type...

So why did he find a very wide choice of sex toys in her bedside table? Some of those things were so complicated he didn’t quite understand how they worked. Like that purple little… or the other, the small cup thing with that sort of screw on top. There was something for any and every taste and kink, at least he thought so. Something like fifteen pieces or so, some of them causing a blush to creep up his neck and ears. He thought his ears were actually on fire.

Most importantly, it’s not like he was looking for this. Especially since you were abroad, and thinking of you using these… after two weeks apart he was ready to catch a damn plane just to watch you use them. He didn’t even need to be the one actually using them on you. Or just using you. He just needed… something. He just needed to survive one more week. Come on, Kim Seokjin, a week is not that long. But that’s what he was thinking in the afternoon while standing in front of your wonder collection. Now it was almost two a.m. and he couldn’t help but keep thinking things that made him shake his head and puff heavy breaths and twist and turn in the sheets. He was tangled up.

“What can I do?” He asked Yoongi the following day after a couple drinks.

“Well, I know what I would do.” Jin turned to him, giving him full attention. “If it were my girl, I’d find something for her, something unique, something that’s gonna become her favourite thing beside myself, and have it sent like straight away.”

“But we never talked about this before.”

“Don’t you know what she likes? What makes her crazy out of her mind?”

“I don’t know man, it’s like a huge plot twist to me. Completely out of the blue.”

“Still you both enjoy your intimate life, I guess.”

“I don’t know, I’m confused!”

“Damn, do you like fucking her?”

“Hell yes. But don’t ever mention my girlfriend and fucking in the same sentence again.”

Yoongi posed the following question more carefully: “And does she enjoy what you two do together?”

“I hope so.”

“Fuck, are you dumb or something? Does she orgasm?”

“I guess?”

“You guess? What the actual fuck, Kim Seokjin! Do you even communicate?”

“I thought she was too innocent to actually have toys. Go figure openly talking about … that.”

“Do you mean sex?”

“Yeah…”

“Are you sure she’s the innocent one? And you’re not just shy? Maybe a bit of a traditionalist?”

“It’s not like I talk about sex that much.”

“Get yourself a bottle of soju and go have that conversation. You can thank me later. And please, before making me your couple therapist, try actually talk with your girlfriend. I don’t know how I’ll erase the idea of you analysing furred buttplugs and nipple suction cups.”

“God, you’re dirty.”

“And my girl is very thankful for that. Because we actually had the kink conversation. And we update it monthly.”

After a grunt and a couple more drinks, Jin reached his apartment. Immediately he texted you. “You up?”

You replied immediately. “I was going to bed. Want me to call you?”

“Do you mind?”

“No. Wanna hear you. Wanna see you.”

He immediately softened. Man, he was a goner for you. He called you instantly.

“Hi sweetheart. How are you?”

“I’m well, a bit sleepy. I miss cuddles.”

Longing hit him as soon as he saw you. “Me too. I think we need to talk about something though.”

“Oh god, you found that white shirt I messed up in the laundry, I swear I’m super sorry about that, I know you don’t want me to do the laundry because you always do that—”

“It’s not that. It’s okay by the way, I already knew and it’s not important. Pink is nice, pink is good. I like it. It’s about ehm… I guess I’ll just show you.” He headed for the bedroom, stumbling a little.

“Darling, did you drink?”

“Night with Yoongi.”

“Okay” you replied warmly.

Turning on the lights, and flipping the camera, you were shockingly faced with your collection of, ahem, toys. “You found… that.”

“You mean those. As in many. As in a lot.” He replied.

You were suddenly very quiet.

“Do you think our sex life is unsatisfactory?”Jin’s voice was low. And very sad.

“No. It's not… Those were before you. Actually I only use them when I can’t have you. When you’re busy or abroad or staying at the dorms and too tired to come home. I like what we do. Me and you. But sometimes I’d want to use them with you. I want to share but you always made me think you were repulsed by the idea—”

“How could I possibly be repulsed by the idea of my girlfriend having an orgasm? Tonight Yoongi asked me if you like our intimate life and I didn’t fucking know.”

“Great, Yoongi knows about this… Well — also, of course I enjoy it. I love you and I love the way you make love to me, and I've never faked pleasure. Because I feel safe enough that I can tell you ‘I’m not done yet, please’ and half a second later you’d be knuckles deep inside me while I’m seeing stars. Pleasure is not an issue, but I wish we had the intimacy to talk about this stuff together. But you always seem so off.”

“Do you have anything with you?” He asked without thinking.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean if you keep all this stuff at home I think you must have brought some piece of your collection with you.” He said, curiosity in his voice, without judgement.

You were confused, surprised by the turn of events. “Lemme.” You rummaged in your bedside table, coming up with a small mascara-shaped object.

“Is that a vibrator?” He asked. You nodded. He sat on the bed and started exploring your collection, asking you questions about some of the objects, why you liked them, what was their specific purpose, what sensation did they give you. It didn’t take long for him to grow confident and desperate enough to ask you to use your own travel toy while he explored your collection.

Jin’s mouth hanging agape, two nipple suction cups and a tickler running along his inner thighs were a vision you weren’t going to forget for a while, especially as he was touching himself and having the time of his life.

Yoongi

He was a mess. A mess and he couldn’t wait to get a shower. Though when he entered his apartment he saw the package on the table and he immediately felt a wave of relief as he noticed you hadn’t opened it and he had a couple hours before you got home.

He opened the package carefully and immediately went for the instructions, which he read thoroughly and carefully. All he needed to do was relax and let himself get carried away. So he moved to the bedroom, splayed a thick towel and got everything ready. He scrolled through his phone gallery, finding an absolutely anonymous picture (anonymous to anyone but you and him). One of your pretty hands was wrapped around his wrist as he pushed your chin up, the other was at the base of his dick, the tip laying softly between your lips. No details of the picture could ever reconduct it back to the two of you, still, you both knew. Stroking himself, Yoongi started thinking of all the things that he would do to you before he left for the tour and after he got back. All the things you would do for him when he would come back. It didn’t take long before the tingling started. That’s when he stopped.

Putting on the ring had him clenching his teeth and releasing one very strained breath. Then he got the cylinder ready. Pouring the gel was a difficult — and sensitive — matter. A work of accurate self control. But he was determined and absolutely meticulous in the process. After five minutes he slipped out of the gel mould and finally removed the cockring. Thinking for a second, he put it aside. Could come in handy later.

After making sure that the mould was perfectly dried, he poured the medical silicone in it and let it dry, making sure that the bullet vibrator imprinted the perfect slot for insertion. When the timer rang, he attentively removed the silicone part from the gel mould, surprised by the quality of the result. He immediately knew you would adore it. Especially since you could decide to use as a plain, regular dildo or a vibrating one.

But it wasn't meant to be used yet. So he waited for it to be ready and then he moved it into a classy silken pouch, and with a small smirk he put it into a gift box with a nice little bow on it. He proceeded to hide it somewhere you would never look, inside the highest cabinet in the kitchen. It was empty and unused, so he thought it would be safe enough.

A few weeks later he thought it was time for you to receive your grand prize. You had been exceptionally well-behaved, always respecting his schedule, negotiating peacefully over time zones and daily routines. You had been awfully stressed over the new position you had applied for and when your boss finally confirmed your promotion, you immediately texted Yoongi, knowing that his phone was probably silent or in night mode. When he read the text he knew it was time to celebrate.

"I have a free afternoon, wanna skype?" He texted.

“Gimme five minutes, I’m getting out of the bathtub”

God, his knees were already weak.

“Did you celebrate?”

“A very solitary celebration. Ordered takeout, made myself a cup of tea and took a bath.”

“Lemme see~~~”

You opened the videocall, covered in a fluffy white towel, you hair bundled up.

“Hello____” He said, showing you that warm smile of his that made you miss him even more. “Congratulations.”

“Hello stranger! How’s it going? Free afternoon?”

“Yeah. Namjoon is out cycling with Jungkook, Tae is visiting a gallery. Hoseok and Jimin are having a spa day. I think Jin is either sleeping or eating.”

“And you’re staying in?”

“I thought I could have a nice time with my girlfriend...” He pouted and looked away, a hand nestled at his nape.

“Mh, define nice time.”

“I’m not sure but there’s something in the highest cabinet in the kitchen that might help you understand.” He licked his lower lip in that telltale way of his.

“Is it a surprise? A gift for me?” You headed for the kitchen with a small bounce in your step. As you climbed for the cabinet Yoongi tried to steal a glance of your naked body under the towel. He was borderline embarrassed with himself because of how he was salivating.

You squealed when you found your package and quickly jumped off.

“What is it?”

“Open it, kitten.” He had a dark and fond look in his eyes. It was the gaze that made you feel desired and loved. It was the way he told you he loves you immensely.

You smirked and undid the velvet bow quickly. The silken pouch made you even more curious. You pulled the strings and found a lovely, sober white dildo. The dimensions were to your liking, the lenght and girth feeling familiar on your palm. Yoongi looked at you with intent, waiting for you to realise.

"It looks beautiful, Yoongi."

"Look at the base."

"Oh my god, is that a vibrator?" You exclaimed, surprise and wonder in your eyes. "Dammit, I love you."

"I know, kitten. Do you think you wanna try it, princess?"

Only when you were halfway to your orgasm did you notice the extent of that familiarity, Yoongi's heavy breaths coming from the phone as you both got each other off. "It feels almost like you. The shape and the length and the girth. It's sooo good."

"I made a copy for you. Don't want anything but me inside you." With that you grew even more frantic and let yourself come apart for him.

Hoseok

Looking at you coming apart on the other side of the screen was bliss and torture. Hoseok hated everything about the trip to LA. Hated the fact that it had been unannounced and pretty much unscheduled. Hated the fact that you would be coming back to Seoul after a visit to your parents and he would be gone. Hated the fact that he hadn't had a taste of you in three weeks. He just wanted to feel your mouth on his. He felt like he had a million fantasies and almost no way to make them real.

He had sworn he would never, ever voice his concerns since it would only stress you more, and considered your current state you already had to be pretty coiled. You were at your fourth climax (usually you took a deep breath and stopped after the second) and as you let your back lay down on the bed, you murmured "I miss all of you. God, I miss your hands inside me. I need your tongue everywhere. Promise me we're gonna have one full week of oral when you come back. I miss your weight on my tongue." At this point you were simply crazed out with hormones and sleepiness. "It feels so cold. I feel like crying when you're not here to cuddle me after I cum. It's so lonely." His heart was breaking slowly.

"I miss you too, dear." He needed to do something. "Do you want me to send for you?"

"No, we both have to work. It's okay, I'll make it work. Maybe I could stay with my friends, hang out, spend some time together." 

"You know you can take my clothes if wearing them helps."

"I don't know, it's sort of bittersweet."

"Just ten days and I'll be there. And then we can hide for a week and I'm gonna fucking feast on you."

You moaned and grunted like a baby, tiredness getting the best of you.

In the meanwhile, Hoseok had already started planning. It took him quite a lot of courage to start browsing. After some comment reading, and tutorials and recommendations he finally decided over the most fitting solution. Out of curiosity he explored further, his head cocked to the side and his brow furrowing over some more complicated and way less obvious objects.

He checked the shipping time and he wasn’t even bothered by the shipping fees for a one-day delivery. He checked out and tried to fall asleep. Obviously it was almost impossible.

Little did he know that, though your post-orgasmic slumber, you had just taken a very similar decision with a cute, satisfied smile on your lips.

The following day Hoseok with a puzzled expression collected his mail. Similarly happened to you, surprised to find a package at your residence reception.

With your lips puckered you picked up the package and checked the sender. As you saw Hoseok’s code name you thanked the lobby man and headed for the lift, taking a selfie in the mirror and sending it to Hobi.

“Flowerboy’s been thinking about me. Man, I must have put on quite the show the other night.”

Half a minute later, your phone blipped. “Princess’s been good and nice. But I must have been a good boy too... Maybe we could both improve our little number tonight. Do not open the box until I tell you.”

“Yes, sir. But you must promise me that you won’t open yours either.”

“Love it when you say that. Your wish is my command, princess.”

After dinner you were both itching to call, but you were afraid Hobi had a schedule or a night with the boys.

“Waiting for you, baby” he texted. That’s all you needed to start the call. You were on the sofa in front of your laptop, box on your lap.

“Hello ____.”

“Hello Hobi! How was your day?” You tried to make some small talk not to seem too eager. He was equally brief.

“Come on, aren’t you curious about your mail?”

“What about yours?”

“Come on, let’s do it together.” You both tore at the tape and counted to three before opening the lid. Your box was noticeably bigger while Hoseok’s was more discreet, since he had to travel and usually he didn’t leave much extra space in his personal luggage.

You blinked a couple times before starting to explore. “You said you missed my mouth on you. I found this thing that basically does it the way you like, it mimics oral outside and still teases you in the inside with a vibe.” He explained matter-of-factly. “And then I got toy cleaner and lube because safety first. Also, I got some stuff for when I come back. Like that ahem- set.” He meant the lingerie. You were speechless. He looked down as he addressed one of the topics that had repeatedly attracted his attention the previous night as he browsed. “I was tempted to get something else, too, but we’ve never discussed that, so I think we could talk about it first. I might want to try some mild restraints and I was thinking maybe I would start with something like an hairband, the tie from a robe or a plain simple tie for men. A ribbon. If you’re interested.” He was very serious and mature about this, stating his proposition and giving you enough space to step back, always the caring and responsible partner.

Still, Hoseok had repeatedly proved being an absolute freak behind closed doors and you could barely contain yourself at the mention of mild bondage. If it were for you, you would already be lying down with your wrists cuffed to the bedpost. Still-

“I think I wanna give it a try.”

“Yeah, and if we like it we can turn it up a notch and get something a bit bolder.”

“Of course.” You tried to process the content of your package. It wasn’t bad. Quite the contrary. But you were actually thinking about Hoseok buying this stuff, your sunshine boy Hobi browsing through sex toys websites and choosing based on what you liked and what he wanted to see you doing. “What about your gift?”

“Oh these! God I almost thought of buying them! Baby, you read my mind!” His smile was radiant and you felt appreciation flow through him towards you.

“It’s a set of six pockets, they have different textures, patterns and levels of softness. I thought you needed something small for when you travel, that you can use under the shower and that helps you relieve your stress.”

“That’s my baby, so considerate.”

“Also, toy cleanser and strawberry lube because I know your tastes.”

“You know me so well. Maybe we should just get them washed and get the party started?”

“With pleasure.”

Indeed.

[seeyouonswings]

The Rain (part-1)

Summary: Life has been benevolent but can it also be cruel? Y/n and Taehyung couldn’t tell, at least up until now. But as they say the only constant is change, will the promises of being each others constant will live through the ravages of it? 

Flashback to 4 months ago

You both were lying on the bed. He was back-hugging you, his grip was tightly wrapped around your torso and you could feel his warm breaths on your neck. You both were awake and you both were aware that you both were awake maybe just with you eyes closed, relishing the moment before it ends. You and Taehyung had been dating for the past 2 years. A lot of ups and downs saw your relationship with crazy fans making you almost break up to his busy schedule and limited time for you two but you both still stuck through. However, in the beginning of this year, you, who were in a transferable job, was posted to USA and even though he tried to convince you that you both can make long distance work, you apprehensions got the better of you, leaving you two broken up. 

Even when you moved to the new city, you knew you weren't over him, his ghost still lingered on. How could you be? You loved him enough to put up with everything till that time but it was you who doubted, who would overthink and make situation worse and end up driving him away, not to forget how famous he is and how many crazily beautiful girls were after him, you couldn't help but wonder that you wouldn't even be able to blame him if he ever cheated in you. No matter how many reassurances he ever gave you, you still were not convinced enough, so you ran, like you always do. 

End of flashback

It was pretty late at night and you were in deep sleep when something broke it off. It was your phone buzzing over and over again. With a sleepy groan and half-opened eyes you threw your hand on the lamp table on your side to look for it. When you saw who was calling you heart jumped and you suddenly sat up, wide awake. It was him obviously, it had to be. You cleared your throat a little before picking up. "Hello?" You said in the softest lowest voice. "Hi, did I wake you up?" He replied from the other side soundly equally calm or nervous you couldn't tell "No, it's fine. Is everything okay?" You sounded a little worried. Of course you were worried he called you so late at night, all the possibly wrong scenarios were crossing your mind. "Yeah, everything is fine I'm sorry for calling you this late." He said in a reassuring tone, you felt a little relief. "I..." He said, a little hesitantly, his voice drifting off like he was thinking of a perfect combination so as to not screw it up anymore like it wasn't already. He continued "I am actually here in Chicago for two days, we have a concert here tomorrow so we just got to the hotel." He told you and then stopped as if waiting to know if you were still listening. "Oh yeah, I saw your new comeback, you looked great and so did everyone else and I heard the title track that was pretty nice too." You felt a little embarrassed like you've over-shared and now he'll know that you still keep with him obsessively. "Thanks"  he said again, his voice sounded a little muffled like he has lain down. You could almost imagine him lying comfortably on his side, with phone on his pillow, under white sheets, looking tired and almost sleepy. "I was wondering actually if you had a little bit of time to come to the concert tomorrow, I would like it if you were there." He said the last few words in a small almost pleading voice. "No pressure though I completely understand if you're busy" he quickly added. You could tell from his irregular breaths that he was eagerly but nervously waiting for an answer. "Um.. I'm not sure yet how my schedule looks like I'm gonna have to see tomorrow morning. I would try my best to see what I can do because I would love to come." You said in a semi-assuring tone.  You didn't want to say no because even a part of you, a big part of you wanted to go but a small part of you was dubious of how you’d react when you see him or didn't want to sound eager. But you also didn't want to say no because you didn't wanna break his heart, again. "Yeah I understand. Um maybe let me know how it worked out?" "Yeah sure" you said and the you two hung up. You lie back in bed but now you knew you won't be able to sleep for the rest of the night so you just stared up at the ceiling.

The next day

The next day you had a busy day, which was nothing unusual but you were working extra hard and extra fast because you wanted to finish it by 7, when the concert was to start. In the frenzy of the whole work, you forgot to call him as he had asked you to. You finished around 6:30-45. When you looked at the clock you panicked because now you had to choose between going home to change and buying flowers for him. He might've wanted to see you before the concert start because that is how it has been with you two and how he gets mad if he couldn't do that. Reminiscing made you smile a little but on the very next second it hit you that maybe he had stopped waiting for you now, that you weren't together anymore. But you thought either way you have to leave now to make it before the concert ends. You left your office, you skipped getting dressed just went to the washroom to adjust your makeup before leaving the building. You reached the avenue by 7:20-30 after picking up flowers, you thought it was a little too much but you didn't know how to meet him, well formally. The whole road was so pack-jammed obviously since BTS was performing, you had to tell your driver to drop you as near as it can get and then park at some short distance where it wasn't as crowded. You got off the car and called Seo-in who was the one of the people you talked to backstage and asked her if she could come down to get you because they might not let you in just like that. She came down, looking as cheery as always and smiled widely at you and gave you a hug. You reciprocated. "Oh finally you're here, I can't hear him whining anymore how you might come and he didn't want to go before seeing you." Somethings never change you thought to yourself and smiled a little bit.

 You got in and went up the hallway to meet a lot of familiar faces. After bowing to everyone you gaze shifted to the TV on the wall where you could see them performing. He seemed quieter than usual while the other boys played around on the stage. After the exhaustively long time, the concert finally ended. All this time you were feeling at ease even enjoying the concert but now that you realized that he might walk in any minute, you tensed a little and it made you're stomach turn. You haven't seen him for the past four months, not to forget the last time you did see him left him looking vulnerable and crying, it left you both like that actually. Your grip around the bouquet tightened unconsciously and you looked in the direction of the stage, assessing something between running away to imagining how he might react. You didn't want to seem eager but even you could tell your face will give it away and you can't do anything about it and you didn't try either. You first saw Jungkook who was walking with his eyes closed, drenched in sweat and turned to the room while making a tired groan. Then came Namjoon still bowing to the staff members and you shifted a little to the side so he might not see you, you probably didn't want anyone to see you because you dreaded their reactions of surprise or maybe they'll treat you differently this time. You didn't want to be seen by anyone maybe not even him or maybe just him. While you were looking at them caught up in thought, the crowded in front of you might have shifted and before you can take cognizance of the fact and could find your new facade Jin noticed you and exclaimed loudly " y/nnnnnn, you're here finally" and cut through the crowd to come and give you a hug. He was a little sweaty but you didn't mind and it wasn't even that tight so you decided to not fall more on their bad side as you might've already been due to everything. His hug was followed by J-hope's who sounded equally happy and you smiled brightly at them. "You guys did great, I loved the album" "we're so glad you could make it, we almost thought you would become a stranger once in a new city" said J-hope excitedly while looking at Jin a bit who seemed to agree and was smiling equally happily. While you were listening to them say a few other things, he came and stood at a little distance from where you three were. You gazed suddenly caught his sight and you took a deep breath not loudly and smiled a little. 

You could not read his expression he seemed calm but vulnerable at the same time. You both stared at each other for a bit. You gaze was followed by J-hope's and Jin's who finally noticed him too and said that they'll go change and left you two alone in the hallway. He walked closer to you, you were smiling at him lightly "you came" he finally said, you noticed a little shimmer near the end of his eyes like he was holding back tears. "Of course I did" you smile while shifting your gaze to the ground in between you. You looked up again "you did great, I missed you probably by a minute or two but I attended the rest of it. You did an amazing job" you said. This time he shifted his gaze to the ground "thanks" he said slowly then his eyes looked at your hands that were behind your back and your eyes were looking at his so you figured he saw you brought a bouquet "oh yeah this" you said a little embarrassingly " I got this it congratulate you on the success of your new album, I should've brought something edible that would've been better but you know how bad my decisions can be when it comes to things like these." His gaze again shifted to his foot which was playing with, while taking the flowers, smiling with a touch of familiarity to what you've just said, you knew you both were thinking the same thing, followed by a thanks again. "Let's go inside" he said gesturing his head towards the dressing room "I'll get changed and then we can all have dinner" he proposed. "Oh um no I don't want to intrude your team celebration, it should be just you all." "Since when did you become an intrusion" he said it more like a statement. Still playing with his foot not looking at you. "We can eat together tomorrow I don't want to make anyone awkward if it's okay with you? What time do you have to leave?" he looked up at you "in the evening." You nodded knowingly while not looking directly at him but you could feel him looking at you. "Breakfast will be a better idea then I guess?" You said looking at him "I'll cook" his eyes took a considering stroll and then his said "okay sound good" "so shall we call it at 10? Or whenever you wake up" knowing he must be tired. "How about at 8? You eat early anyway" you didn't expect him to set such an early time so you seemed a little taken aback but if he had no problem why would you because he was the one more tired and had to come to your place. "Sure. 8 it is then" you smiled.

The breakfast 

The next day you woke up early to prepare everything. Around 7-55 you got a call from your main gate and you allowed him in. You had already set the table. He walked in with a chocolate bag. He still looked tired and you almost wished he hadn't proposed such an early time and slept in a little more. "Hi" you smiled he did too while walking towards you and then he hugged you hiding his face in your hair while you laid your the side of your head on his hugging him back. It felt so familiar, the warmth, his scent. You both stayed that way for a while then broke off "I got you this from back home" "oh thanks" you said. You gestured towards the table and started walking when he took you hand and made you turn. "Would it be really bad idea if we just lie in bed for a bit I'm still a little tired" you looked you at his face a nodded that it's not a bad idea.