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dextrocardia | 15

Dextrocardia. Originally a medical term, but also a way to describe someone who's got their heart in the right place.

"She's been moved to another operation to help out. This pairing is necessary because you'll be undercover as spouses. I know you two can be professional about this."

"What?!" It's Jeongguk's upset voice that sounds, and for once, you share his displeased opinion.

Spouses.

pairing: cop!jk x f detective!reader

genre: undercover cops, fake marriage, e2l au, angst, fluff, (smut?)

word count: 6k

warnings: self-esteem issues, feelings

rating: NC-17 – Adults Only

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part 15/?

The ride home lasts ten minutes, during which you’re holding back tears the entire time. It’s only when you’re finally inside your own apartment that you let them fall. It doesn’t help to see Fenrir’s collar and leash hanging next to your jackets, or his bowls still on the floor. In a way, it feels like you’re back at square one.

You know you promised Jeongguk you’d call Jihyo, but you don’t, knowing she’d disapprove of you being on your own probably just as much as he does. Still, realizing that sooner or later you’ll need to either get back to work or find another job, you send her a text, asking if there’s any case for you to work on remotely until you’re ready to return fully.

The first night back is emotional, but you’re relieved to finally be home.

“I don’t think it matters how hard you throw it,” a worried Jimin watches Jeongguk hurl a dart at the dartboard. “Actually, I’m pretty sure you’d see better results if you didn’t throw it like an Olympic javelin thrower.”

Jeongguk doesn’t reply, just rolls his eyes and grabs another dart. The music around them is surprisingly quiet, drowned out by the chatter of the bustling bar.

“So, care to tell me what’s up with him?” Jin asks, nodding toward Jeongguk as he sets the three pints of beer on the table and takes a seat.

“His little lady left him,” Jimin explains sadly, sliding one of the pints closer to Jeongguk.

“Oh. Why? You weren’t a couple, were you?” Jin asks.

“No,” is all Jeongguk mutters before he heads over to the dartboard to retrieve the darts. He has three of them, but only one actually hit the board; the other two embarrassingly stuck to the wood-paneled wall. From the marks already there, he’s at least not the first terrible dart-thrower. When he returns to the table with all the darts in hand, he pushes his designated pint back toward Jimin. “Can’t drink.”

Jimin meets his eyes, looking defeated. Jeongguk already explained that when you’re not with him, he can’t risk being drunk in case you need him. If you called, saying Hoseong had found you, Jeongguk would not hesitate to get on his bike or in his car, no matter how much he’s had to drink, and driving under the influence is something he’d rather avoid.

“She’s scared of me,” he repeats what you told him a few nights ago. Hearing the words from his own mouth stings less, but his heart still aches and his blood boils. He throws another dart but misses the board, and it sticks to the wall a few inches left of it.

“Wait. What do you mean?” Jin asks, confusion written all over his face.

“Yeah. Although I’m pretty sure she hasn’t ruled out that I’ll just snap one day and kill her, she’s mostly scared that I’ll want to hurt her emotionally.”

“But why would you? I thought you two were doing alright? I mean, she’s been living with you for, what, the last month?”

“We were. Or at least, I thought so. She kissed me, and we were… getting closer, but I guess it freaked her out.”

“Why?”

“Remember how I told you I was horrible to her before I found out what Hoseong had done? Yeah, the things I said… they were inhumane.”

“What did you say?”

Jeongguk throws another dart, swinging his arm and using way too much force. “What haven’t I said? I’ve told her that she’s too ugly for me to look at, that she needs to stop eating, that she’s incompetent, and that she basically deserved being trafficked if only the traffickers would take her. That’s the short version.”

“Fuck, man,” Jimin breathes in disbelief. Jeongguk told him what happened ages ago but not explicitly what he’d said to you.

“Yeah. I just… I wanted her to hurt, to pay for what I thought she’d done, but she never seemed affected. I’d call her something, and she’d flip me off or glare at me or call me an idiot or whatever, but she never… I thought she didn’t care, so the next time I saw her, I said something worse. But I wouldn’t have, obviously, if I… If I… knew.”

Jin puts his glass down, wiping the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand. “I mean, I haven’t met her, but isn’t she, like, objectively very pretty? From what I’ve heard?”

“Yeah, she is,” Jeongguk sighs. “Which is also why I didn’t think she’d take it to heart, ‘cause what I said isn’t true in the slightest.”

“But can’t she see how pathetically in love you are? No offense,” Jimin asks. “I mean, I take it you’ve apologized and probably told her what you really think? She doesn’t trust that?”

Jeongguk falls silent as he retrieves the darts again, shamefully avoiding eye contact with his friends on his way back.

“Wait, you haven’t apologized?”

“Of course I have,” he argues before lowering his voice. “I just kinda… fucked it up.”

He feels the confused stares of his friends. “I’ve apologized many, many times for how I treated her, and she seemed to kinda accept that? But I never explicitly apologized for the things I said. Nor have I told her how I actually feel about her.”

He sees how Jimin is about to tell him exactly what he thinks about that, but Jeongguk cuts him off before he's able to.

“After I somehow convinced her to stay with me, I thought carefully about how to act around her. I thought that it would be better to apologize for… everything. I thought ‘I’m sorry for how I treated you’ would cover it. And I didn’t want her to second-guess my intentions, so I didn’t actually tell her what I really think.”

“You mean ‘second-guess your intentions’ as in…” Jin trails off.

“As in think that I chose to help her because I was interested in her. I didn’t want her to think I had an agenda or to feel like she’d owe me in any way. She hasn’t had the best experience with men—men in law enforcement, especially—so I wanted to be as… safe, I guess, as possible for her. I didn’t realize she was still thinking about it, taking what I said as the truth.”

Jimin sighs. “So she thinks you might still consider her the ugliest creature to walk the earth is what you’re saying?”

“Apparently. I tried to convince her before she left, but of course, it didn’t seem genuine. I don’t blame her.”

A bit more optimistic, Jin tilts his head. “You don’t think she’ll believe you if you just tell her exactly what you just told us?”

But Jeongguk lets his shoulders slump. “I don’t think so. She told me I scare her because I have a desire to hurt anyone who wrongs me, and she doesn’t feel like she can read me. And I believe her. I wanted to hurt her, and during the mission, I had to pretend to love her when I really didn’t, so I kept switching up on her.”

The atmosphere shifts from frustrated and sad to just sad as Jeongguk runs his thumb over the dart in his hand.

“I lose either way. If I tell her that what I said back then was true, then I think she’s ugly, and I wanted to hurt her by saying so. But if I say that I lied and that she’s really the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, then I still wanted to hurt her. And after everything she’s been through, she doesn’t want a man with a desire to hurt.”

“But like you said, you didn’t mean to hurt her to that point, more so to be taken down a notch? And it got out of hand?”

“Is there a difference? I’ve hurt her, probably beyond what is salvageable, and she thinks I’m still capable of that; that if we disagree on something, I might turn on her.”

With a deep breath, you pull open the doors to the police station one chilly Monday morning, the sky outside gray and heavy with the threat of snow. It’s been three weeks since you came home, and though Jihyo put up a fight, she eventually agreed to let you stay.

Since months have passed, and you still haven’t caught Hoseong and his crew, you figure you might as well try to get back to normal. So you started planning your return to work, but then Christmas came, which you spent at your mother’s, two hours away.

Jihyo also agreed not to tell Jeongguk about your living arrangements, per your desperate request. You’d rather not deal with his savior complex, and you know he’d park outside your building if he thought you were in danger. You scoff to yourself, but almost immediately, guilt settles in. A savior complex isn’t why he’s worried about you; he’s just a good guy. You know that. Still, you don’t want him to know.

Walking through the station at nine a.m.—on your way to Jihyo’s office to discuss your new assignment—you almost hold your breath. Some officers glance your way, still not used to seeing you back, and maybe even less used to seeing you without Jeongguk. Or maybe they know you had a “falling out?” Would he tell anyone here? Jihyo, maybe, if she didn’t already know, but you’re not sure if he’d tell anyone else; his closest friends besides Jimin don’t work at this station anyway. And Jimin probably wouldn’t gossip about you either.

Jihyo is waiting for you when you reach the door to her office, calling out for you to come in as soon as you knock.

“Hey,” you say, closing the door behind you.

“Hey. Want a donut?” she asks from behind her desk, happily pointing to the open box, a half-eaten donut in hand and what you assume is part of the other half in her mouth.

“Nah, I’m good,” you grin, sitting down in front of her.

“Alright,” she says, swallowing and wiping some crumbs from her lap. “So, I’ve been looking over your request and proposed methods.”

You watch as she pulls her laptop in front of her, setting the donut down on the table, and starts scrolling.

“And I’d say it’s very reasonable if we’re okay with the risks.”

“I don’t think there are any risks at all, actually,” you argue softly. “We parted on good terms.”

“Yeah, I know. And they played a part in your survival. But I’m still gonna need to have a risk analysis performed. Who would you want to go with you? I could assign Sana, I think, if you want her? She’s on an assignment right now, but we’re hoping they’ll be done by Wednesday, give or take.”

“Yeah, that would be great. Thanks.”

“No problem. I’m glad to see you back and wanting to work on what matters to you. I know the chief—ex-chief—did his best to be a pain in the ass for you.”

“Yeah. I can’t wait until the investigation’s finished, honestly. He deserves to rot in jail.”

“Agreed. I haven’t heard anything else from the higher-ups, so they’re probably still elbow-deep in it. Anyway, if you have any details you’d like to show me, I’m all ears.”

Your smile grows, and you reach into your bag for your laptop and notebook.

“Thanks,” you smile, standing up an hour later with your bag in hand. But before you exit her office and close the door behind you, you glance back at Jihyo. “By the way, I’m so glad you got the job. You deserve it more than anyone.”

“Thank you. It’s been… rough, these last couple of months. A lot to do and a lot of stress and pressure, but I think it’s worth it. And I’ve had help, making it easier for me to adjust.”

You know who she’s talking about; you don’t need to hear a name.

“He asks about you, you know.”

Holding onto the door, you look away. You’re well aware of what Jeongguk has done for not only you but also Jihyo, Sana, and the entire police station.

“Let me avoid him for at least another month. Then you can tell him whatever you want, and I can try to be a better colleague. But now? I can’t… I don’t…”

Jihyo looks at you, seeing the pain well up in your eyes when you think about the reason you left his house that night. If you can just have another month to force the warm, yet invalid and hurt feelings you have for him back into the box they broke out of when you first kissed him, you can try to be more civil with him. Hell, you’ll even work with him if he can keep it professional as well.

Jihyo nods, sad but understanding. After all, she had a front-row seat when he used to tear you bloody.

For another hour, you sit at an empty desk, excitedly looking over the preliminary plan that starts on Thursday. You can’t believe it’s about to actually become reality.

Step one:

Preliminary timeframe: Thursday.

Possible obstacles and risks: Low risk of hostility or danger.

Safety measures: Two detectives, civilian clothes, civilian car, concealed firearms.

Step two: Plan A or B, depending on what you find, if anything.

With your notes full of prepared questions, you rise from the chair, deeming it time to leave the station for the day. As you stand there, organizing your papers, movement catches your eye, and you look up just in time to see Jimin enter the big room. And of course, who does he have in tow if not Jeon Jeongguk, dressed, like so often, in the academy's navy crewneck and uniform pants?

Meeting both of their eyes, you’re saved by your phone’s ringtone, a sound that seems to stop even Jeongguk from taking an impulsive step toward you.

Fishing the phone out from the pocket of your black pants, you swipe your finger across the screen to answer. It’s Sana.

“Hello?”

“Hey! So I talked to Jihyo, and she said that your request got pre-approved? I’m a little busy at the moment and for the next few days, but send me anything you’d like me to look over in preparation.”

“So you’re up for it?” you ask, a wide smile forming. Out of the corner of your eye, you watch Jeongguk reluctantly follow Jimin further into the room, where they start talking to two other officers with their backs turned. If you were more of a hopeless romantic instead of a realistic one, you’d describe the glances he sends your way as… yearning. To avoid his gaze, you focus on the notebook lying on the desk.

“Of course! You and me, just like old times.”

“Old times? It’s only been like a year since we worked on a case together.”

“You know what I mean. Anyway, I gotta go. See you.”

“I’ll send the info tonight. See you.”

Discreetly, you end the call and gather your things, quickly but quietly heading for the exit. But in the corridor, you hear a call of your name. You shut your eyes for a second before turning around. It hurts to see him, to walk these halls, avoiding him just like you used to. Only this time, it’s a different kind of pain.

The shame creeps in at the same rate Jeongguk approaches. It’s the same shame for how he sees you, but also for how you’ve reacted. You can barely look at him, yet you’re ashamed for not giving him a chance, even though he’s the one who made the bed he’s now tossing and turning in. He's so handsome, looking so warm and strong as he approaches, his black hair looking soft, shiny and just a little longer than last time. A part of you wishes he’d close his eyes so that you could throw your arms around his neck and breathe him in.

“Can you please leave me alone for a while?” is what you ask instead, clutching your notebook to your chest.

Now standing right before you, he looks down at you with sad, desperate eyes. “I’ll be quick, I promise. Two minutes is all I need.”

You’re not sure why, because you’re not an immature person, but you press your lips together, trying to suppress a smile. Noticing the shift in your expression, Jeongguk thinks back to what he said, smiling as well. “I set that one up pretty well, didn’t I?”

You turn your head, trying to stifle the smile, but you find that it fades easier than expected.

“And you think I’d wanna fuck that?” he snaps, eyeing your body with disgust.

Your gaze locks on the lower part of the wall. You wish someone would lend you the cloak of invisibility so that you could hide yourself from him and the world.

“Look at me,” he instructs, but you don’t. The more you think about his eyes on your body, the more you want to leave.

“Look. At me,” he repeats, firmer this time but still without sounding angry.

So you do.

“I get it if you don’t want anything else to do with me, but I can’t have you walking around, believing what I said is true.”

Although you don’t cry, you reluctantly let him see just how hurt you are.

“You were right. I wanted to hurt you. I said those things because I was angry, and I wanted just… some kind of justice. When you instead seemed so… unfazed, I let it get the best of me, and somewhere along the way, I lost myself. But I was wrong and although I wanted payback, I didn’t mean to hurt you to this degree. I was only looking for a reaction, anything that showed me that you were paying for what I thought you’d done. If I’d known how I really made you feel, regardless of if you were innocent or not, I would’ve stopped.“

“So you’re just a man, after all?” you ask, and maybe it’s uncalled for, maybe it’s not.

Jeongguk takes half a step back, appearing lost for words, and with enough pain in his surprised eyes for you to think he looks hurt.

He blinks and lowers his voice. “Yeah. Just a man. But listen to me—the things I said were. Not. True. Okay? You hear me? I cannot let you go around thinking you’re anything like what I told you.”

“I find that hard to believe. How else would you know exactly where to hit? What to say to cause maximum damage? Talking about my cellulite and my… weight and…”

“I said what I figured any woman would be scared to hear.”

“Yeah, sure,” you dismiss.

It doesn’t matter what he says now—he did know exactly what to say, which means he must have looked at you, inspected your body and found every single one of your flaws. It makes you nauseous, as if some of those flaws didn’t exist to the world simply because no one other than you had noticed or mentioned them. Then Jeongguk and his friends scrutinized every inch of you, uncovering them all and putting them on display.

“I think you’re gorgeous.”

“You would’ve told me.”

You really think he would have. The Jeongguk who wants you to sleep in his bed, holding you from behind, who asks to hold your hand, and who puts frosting on your lips as an excuse to kiss them—he would have told you if he liked you. If he thought you were beautiful.

“I didn’t. I thought–incredibly dumbly–that if I told you what I really think of you, you’d think I was hitting on you. If things were different, if we ran into each other somewhere without all this… baggage, I would’ve hit on you, but all I wanted at the time was for you to trust me as a friend and to trust that I just wanted you to be safe. I didn’t want you to think I was looking to get laid or that I would… that I was anything like Hoseong. I didn’t know that you took my bullshit to heart—because again, it’s just not true—and so I chose not to say anything.”

“But we’ve been past that point for a while, haven’t we?” you ask, finding his explanation a little too weak to believe. “I trusted you enough to tell you about the worst moment of my life, I kissed you, and I told you how pretty I think you are, yet you couldn’t even…”

Frustration boils in your veins, mixing with the raw disappointment and hurt which cools you back down. You feel so… small, so defeated. “I don’t need compliments. Just… something. Something that would’ve shown me you weren’t being sweet only because you felt guilty.”

Jeongguk doesn’t know what to say to that. In retrospect, yeah, he should’ve told you, and thinking back to his joke about pretty being for girls makes him cringe with both shame and regret. Especially since he’d used multiple occasions to taunt you with the fact that you’re not a pretty girl. But it had been hard, finding a balance in showing his affection without scaring you off. When you reacted the way you did that night during the power outage, he... didn’t want to risk making you more uncomfortable or afraid. He’d decided to take a step back, let you lead, and he would follow. Of course, that backfired horribly.

You look at him, hurt still brimming in your eyes.

He searches for words, trying to explain himself better. “I should’ve told you, but I… I didn’t want to risk making you uncomfortable. I wanted to follow your lead and let you decide everything. You wanted me handcuffed and blindfolded—of course I realized you were nervous. But I thought you were more worried I’d do something to you, rather than what I would think of you. I didn’t want to influence you to do anything you would’ve regretted.”

You’re clearly not convinced, and you shake your head slowly.

“You could’ve just given me a ‘you too.’ That’s all I would’ve needed.”

Jeongguk can only watch as you leave, obviously still very much hurt by him. Ten seconds after your footsteps have disappeared, he heads back to the desk area, his head hung low.

Jimin looks at him, JJ and Min gone. The unasked question hangs in the air, and Jeongguk can see Jimin realize that no, it didn’t go very well.

“You gotta remember that she’s had a hectic few months and maybe wasn’t really able to process everything. You being an ass was probably the least of her worries for a while—until it wasn’t anymore. And healing isn’t always linear. I’m sure she’ll come around one day.”

Jeongguk sighs. “I don’t think she will, and I can’t expect that of her. I just… hate myself for what I did to her. I never even realized she was just walking around, bleeding from my words.”

You haven’t fixed your car since the last tampering, but fortunately, Jihyo agreed to lend you one of the station’s unmarked cars. A discreet black thing that you park outside the station at ten a.m. on Thursday to pick up Sana, who needed to retrieve some things and told you to meet her there.

Getting no reply, you lock your phone and step out of the car with a sigh. The ground is powdered white, your shoes leaving tracks as you walk up to the station’s main entrance.

Warm air envelops you as you step inside, the doors falling shut behind you.

“Good morning!” Sana rushes over, a coffee in hand. “Sorry, I’ll be done in a minute, I just gotta ask Mark something.”

She gestures for you to follow, and you do, trailing behind her into the sea of desks. The place is unusually crowded with officers, so you decide to wait near the wall, leaving her to weasel her way into the middle on her own.

There usually aren’t this many people here when you’re around, but in your case, the problem isn’t necessarily people; it’s big, strong, law enforcement men. Though they’re not paying you much attention—they must be preparing for something big—you still can’t will your body to fully relax.

By instinct, you tug at your clothes, wishing you hadn’t left your jacket in the car. Since you decided to wear civilian clothes today, you thought you might as well dress somewhat according to your original mission’s dress code. Except adjusted for winter, of course.

You’re wearing winter boots that reach your upper calves, a pair of those invisibly fleece-lined pantyhose you’ve seen all over social media the last few months, and a cream-colored knitted turtleneck dress. It’s been in your closet forever, but unfortunately, you didn’t try it on before you had to leave.

It feels too tight on your body. Not to wear into a ‘strangely religious neighborhood,’ but too tight to wear here. You pull at the hem where it ends at your mid-thigh, keeping your eyes down when people pass you and hoping no one is looking at you and taking note of how awkwardly shaped your body is.

You stand there for a while, avoiding people’s eyes while you wait for Sana.

However, when you—out of the corner of your eye—notice a uniformed man walking toward you, you look up. Jeongguk’s eyes flicker between you and the people walking past you, as if he’s seen exactly the shameful way you carry yourself around men—these men—nowadays. It’s gotten worse since you left his house; you know that, but when all of your confidence was fueled by anger and then denial, removing those leaves… not much left.

He comes to stand in front of you, looking down at you with frustrated eyes. He’s so broad, so imposing, and it’s very evident when he wears his navy uniform, the sleeves rolled up his veiny forearms.

“Listen to me—”

You look away, about to step back, but he grasps your hand—not just to stop you but to guide the two of you a few steps away from the path of officers and behind the tall panels of a cubicle.

“No. Listen to me. I’ll leave you alone after this if that’s what you want, but I need you to know that you are so incredibly beautiful.”

You sigh, looking at him and wordlessly begging him to just give up already. He’s quiet for a few long seconds, his frustration seemingly growing.

When he speaks again, his voice is calm, more earnest. “Do you remember the first time we met?”

“No,” you shake your head. You can’t recall the very first time you met him.

“I do. It was a rainy day—my fourth at the station—and I ran into you at the main entrance. The rain had wet your hair, and I held the door open for you. You thanked me, but you didn’t really smile much, just politely. I think you also bowed your head slightly. I remember thinking that you must’ve been cold from the rain, but I realize you were wary around the men here, even if you and I didn’t know each other.”

Sounds about right.

“And I thought that you were just so beautiful.”

You look down. It’s humiliating, and you feel like shit, hearing him throw compliments your way just to make you feel better. You can’t tell if he’s lying or not, but what else would he say? You can’t exactly say you expected him to approach you today to call you ugly.

Noticing your hesitation, he appears to be searching his mind for something, and you glance at him.

Suddenly, his eyes widen slightly, and he reaches into the pocket of his navy uniform pants. It’s his phone that he pulls out, and he starts to scroll. He scrolls, and he scrolls, until he finally finds what he’s looking for.

“Look,” he says, handing you the phone.

Although you’re not too keen on entertaining whatever this is, you can’t help but be a little curious. What could he have on his phone that would convince you?

Accepting the device, you start reading the words on the screen. They’re text messages from an old group chat, dated years back, and though you can’t remember the exact date Jeongguk first showed up at the station, you assume it was right around then. The chat seems to have consisted mostly of him, Ryung, Hoseong, Seunghwan, and Junseo.

Seunghwan: Yeah, we’re excited to have you, just let us know if you need anything.

The next few texts are from the following day.

Jeongguk: So I just met the most gorgeous woman I think I’ve ever seen??

Jeongguk: Quick question, is there a work dating policy here? I can’t remember.

Jeongguk: And if not, where do I find this woman again? Is she an officer? I’m not even kidding when I say that I’m absolutely head over heels from a three-second interaction, and she didn’t even really say anything.

Jeongguk: I’d love to ask her out.

Ryung: If it’s who I think it is then you better stay away, man.

You read on, seeing how Ryung goes on to describe a woman’s features, which happen to align with yours. The length, color, and style of your hair, the color of your eyes, and your height. But also a very generous way of describing your face and the shape of your body.

Jeongguk: Yeah! Is she with one of you already? In that case, I apologize!

Ryung: No, but Hoseong did her briefly, and she’s absolutely mental. Pretty, but crazy

The next words are not very nice, the men urging Jeongguk to stay away from the woman who could only ever be you, promising to tell him what happened the day after.

“See,” Jeongguk says, “Even Ryung knew exactly who I meant; I didn’t even have to describe you, just say that you were the most gorgeous woman I’d ever seen.”

You’re not sure. Yeah, the evidence points to that, and you can’t deny that you’re definitely feeling some form of relief, but… you can still hear his voice in your ears, see the anger and hatred in his dark eyes.

You hand the phone back, and Jeongguk looks around, sighing before turning his attention back to you. “You want me to be completely honest? Tell you exactly what I think of you?”

Your eyebrows knit together in confusion. “No? That’s the point? I know that I’m not your type. I’m full of flaws. I don’t have a body fat percentage in the negatives like you, I don’t always have the energy to shave every inch of my body, and I’ve never gotten flowers. No matter what you say now, I’m not someone you want.”

“You think I’m someone who would care about any of that?” he asks, his voice tinged with hurt.

“You look like someone who would.”

Jeongguk looks away, taking a second to gather his thoughts.

“I… wanted to ask you out that day, after I first met you. You looked so pretty out there in the rain, and I think my heart stopped for a while. I think that you’re cute—really fucking adorable—and charming, and you’re smart and kind, and you’re absolutely breath-taking and sexy as hell.

"Which was another reason I was so angry at you; I saw this… stunning woman, who appeared to live a very privileged life, yelling ‘sexism’ whenever something didn’t go your way to… I don’t know, avoid consequences and get ahead, not realizing what sexism truly meant for other women. I didn’t think there was that much harm in what I said because I thought you knew very well how goddamn pretty you are, so I gripped at every straw, trying to get a reaction.”

You listen to every word he says, still unable to decide. You want to believe him, but the deep wounds he carved into your skin are still bleeding.

“I was so conflicted during our mission. On one hand, I had to pretend to like the person who had shot one of my best friends, who got away with it and refused to be held accountable for it. On the other hand… I liked seeing you pretend to like me too. First, out of spite, but then I realized that I liked seeing you smile, and how nice you were to the people around you, except for me, of course, but I guess I always started it. Then you fell asleep in my arms at the barbeque, and I knew I was fucked. I felt like I betrayed my friends for… feeling something other than hatred for you.

“But this little thing, that hated me so much, let herself be so vulnerable as to sleep in my arms. And I guess I looked at you differently after that. The more I realized that you might actually be a pretty decent detective; a decent person, the harder it was for me to be mean to you. After everything, and after I’d found out what had happened, I wanted to tell you how much I liked you and how pretty I thought you were, but I was scared you wouldn’t come with me if I did. I was scared they’d look for you at your apartment, so I kept quiet.

“Even after you came to stay with me, and it seemed like you started to trust me, even just a little bit, I had to convince myself to wait. And the more I got to know you, the harder it became. Do you have any idea how much I wanted to bury you in flowers? Hold you and kiss you silly? And you know why I was always up before you—or at least I tried to be—when you slept in my bed with me?”

You shake your head because you don’t know.

There's something else in his eyes when he holds your gaze, “Because I dream about you, and I wake up hard. But I remembered how I freaked you out when we made out back at the house, when you were on my lap and I got hard. I didn’t want to scare you or make you uncomfortable, so I made sure to wake up before you, just in case.

“I wanted to kiss you and hold you and really, it would’ve been my pleasure if you’d wanted to sleep with me. But more than that, I wanted you to be safe and feel safe, never doubting why I was doing what I was.”

He shuts his eyes for a short moment. “I guess that’s all I can say. I don’t need you to forgive me, I just need you to know that all I wanted was revenge; nothing of what I said was true.”

He opens his eyes again, looking into yours with his soft, brown ones and a gentle sincerity. Though it’s overshadowed by something else. “I have many regrets, but you are my biggest. What I did to you.”

Regret.

As if she’s been waiting for the right moment to make her return, you hear Sana call your name. When you turn around, you spot her approaching.

“I gotta go,” you excuse yourself.

Sana looks between you and Jeongguk, but when no one says anything, she shrugs and turns her attention to you. “So, Jihyo said you had a problem with your apartment? The door, was it? Cause I can call my brother, and he’ll fix it for free next week if you want?”

“You’re living in your apartment? On your own?” Jeongguk questions, his voice upset.

You turn back at him, “Yeah. Have been since I left your house. It’s fine.”

Despite the clear worry his eyes display, he makes no effort to follow you and talk you straight, probably realizing that there’s nothing else he can do; that was his last chance.

<previous | next> author's note: so there's that! thanks for waiting for it <3 this was the last puzzle piece of their past, i think, and i'd love to hear your thoughts on everything, but especially him lol <3<3

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h5eavenly · 8 months ago

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Sixteen- Wrapped In Regret

playlist; say don't go-taylor swift / the exit-conan gray / jimin - like crazy

wc:4.7

warnings; slightly suggestive.

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You checked your reflection in the visor mirror, an almost flawless complexion stared right back at you. If you ignore the lack of liveliness in your eyes and the dark circles seeping through your layers of concealer. You’d say you looked pretty. You try to smile, corners of your lips tilting awkwardly in a strained smile. Your reflection almost mocks you. The testimonies to days of fatigue imprinted upon your features cannot be hidden behind an all too faked smile of yours.

How pathetic. Your mom’s voice whispers right in your ears. You feel yourself slipping into a mess of dark thoughts, clawing at your soul despite your fragile attempts to hold onto a slim string of light that people liked to call hope. It slips right through your fingers, and you close the mirror with a sigh. Shoulders slumping as you lean back into the leather seat. The red light stretched a minute too long.

Wooyoung stares at you in awe, eyes glistening with emotions as bright as the stars shining in the night sky. You turn your head to look at him and you only notice the darkness of the sky, nothing else. You’re blind to anything brighter.

“You’re beautiful, kitty.” His hand reaches for yours, caressing it with a touch too eager, too yearning “Thank you, woo.” You smile at him hoping it appears more genuine than your reflection “you look handsome too,” you continue. Voice soft and weirdly vulnerable. It pulls at his heartstrings so easily. You lean towards him, your free hand cups his cheek, stroking gently and his face warms under your touch. Cheeks coloring pink as the light turns green saving him from your deadly spell. He tilts his head to the road again, focusing his attention on driving but keeps his hand on your lap, intertwining your fingers without many words being exchanged between you. He squeezes while your fingers are limp compared to his.

“So why is Yeosang not with us right now? Run it by me once again.” Wooyoung inquires as if you didn’t explain this to him already. You lean back further in your seat wishing you could somehow become one with it.

“I just thought it’d be more...” you rack your brain for a suitable word to describe your thoughts “authentic. If he approached Yeji alone.” You finish, an indifference clinging to every vowel. To be completely honest you weren’t very excited about tonight. Sure, the thought of Yeosang finally making a move and talking to Yeji makes you a little giddy but the thought of being surrounded by countless people drowns that excitement right away.

You never were good with crowds and that crowd being a bunch of students from your university did not make it any easier. You’re not stupid, you know as soon as you walk in endless stares will be on you. Following you everywhere you go. Your anxiety is a thorn wrapped around your body just waiting for you to fall apart to strangle you.

“I know...” Wooyoung speaks. a nervousness evident in the way his finger drum on the steering wheel “I know you said not to bother you with this but there are a few things that I’ve been thinking about.” Truthfully, you knew Wooyoung wasn’t going to keep silent for long. He was never the person to keep his thoughts to himself as if he could explode if the words didn’t leave his mind.

“Go ahead,” you give him permission. Turning the music down till it settles in a faint melody as background noise.

“Have you thought of the possibility that Yeosang might fall for Yeji along the way?” you laugh, harder than intended but it just bubbles into your chest till you’re throwing your head back. Tears prickling at the corner of your eyes “You can’t be serious!” you croak out in the middle of laughter. Wooyoung eyes you warily, eyes flickering between you and the road “it is a possibility, kitty.”

“Yeosang would never fall for her.” You say after your laughter had finally died down, wiping at the few tears that had managed to escape your eyes. You free your hand from Wooyoung’s grip. His fingers chase after you for a second, yet it falls blind to you. You open the visor mirror again to check your make up.

“she’s not his type,”

“you’re forcing two people to get to know each other on an intimate level I don’t think types matter in that context.”

Noticing the sharpening of your gaze makes you confused, the irritation pulling at you confuses you even more. A part of you tells you that Wooyoung is spitting bullshit. A second part argues that it makes total sense, that even if it is 1% it is still a possibility. But it cannot be, it should not be.

“Yeosang is in love with me.” You talk like your stating an unchangeable fact like feelings are not wavering and changing. You think you’re confident but Wooyoung’s words stick to you and you save them in the back of your mind. Wooyoung only hums in response. Seeming to notice the tensing of your nerves in the way your hands ball into a fist.

A silence settles between you two until the view of what you could only describe as a mansion come in view. Wooyoung parks his car, unbuckles his belt and in mere seconds he’s opening your door for you, offering his hand to you “m’lady” there’s a cheeky smile on his face as he gently helps you out of the car. Your high heels making it a harder task than necessary “Thank you,” you mumble under your breath, stolen by the night as you link your arms with him. He leads you through the stairs and into the huge luxurious building. The sound of music blasts through the entire place. A remix of what seems to be a big bang song almost drives you deaf as you and Wooyoung push through the sea of people. Flashing led light do little to nothing in helping you recognize any of the people throwing hellos at you. You do your best to smile back at the few you lock eyes with.

You stick closer to Wooyoung, your arms are being squished into his chest as his arm now moved to your waist, circling it as if he’s your human shield

Your path is cut short by a figure standing in your way, tall and dressed in all back. You tilt your head up, eyebrows shooting in surprise when you’re faced with no other than Hyunjin. Even under the dimming lights he manages to look magical. Breathlessly handsome that if you listen closely you could hear the beats of your heart speeding up. As if trying to call for a long lost lover.

Your throat is parched when you realize the grave irritation in his dark eyes despite the blank expression he’s wearing “Song.” His tone is no doubt angry, evident in the way he stares down at you as if you’re nothing but a bug he’s ready to squish with his feet.

You tilt your chin up, trying to push yourself to appear bigger, taller. Despite the dizzying of your mind lingering too long on how he stills towers over you even with how high your heels are “Hwang.” You reply with faux disinterest. His eyebrow twitches upwards in annoyance and you hold back your smile. You can’t celebrate too early.

“The fuck is this?” he spits, urgency inflecting his tone as he points somewhere behind him with his thumb. Your eyes cold as your gaze follows where he’s pointing. It takes you a minute to understand what he’s referring too. When you finally take notice of Yeosang and Yeji tucked in a corner, Yeosang is leaning over her almost like he’s hiding her but from your side you could see everything. You see the way Yeji laughs, tucks a strand of her hair behind her ear as she looks down, so clearly blushing at whatever Yeosang said.

You can’t help it really, your lips just stretch into a smirk against your will. A sense of victory overwhelms you, tugging at the thorns of anxiety that were choking you not long ago. You know this is gonna take longer than just one night, gonna take much harder of work than Yeosang telling a few flirty jokes. But the fact that she’s already blushing makes you feel like you’ve already won.

You look back at Hyunjin, his eyes darting between yours as if he’s gauging your reaction. Looking for answers he knows you won’t give. And it all happens just like he expected. You tilt your head to the side, your soft hair falls over your eyes and you gingerly reach for it, tucking it behind your ear. Your diamond earrings glisten, almost stealing his breath away when your eyes widen in innocence and your eyebrow knit together in nothing but bewilderment “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

It's all exactly how he expected. He knows you so well, knows every little trick you use that seem to work on every weak man that sets his eyes on you. Knows the innocence you love to wear so much are not really part of you. It can’t coexist with you.

So he shouldn’t feel annoyed really, he keeps telling himself he won’t fall for your games. Won’t let himself be taken away by your magic yet you manage to press every button he keeps locked away each time. Effortlessly and so easily. Just a bat of your eyelashes and he’s gone into madness. His anger only seem to liquify, blending in with the blood running through his veins.

He takes a step towards you, a step towards his own personal hell of temptations. Everything he came to love and yet loathe in one person in front of him. He promises himself again, a fable promise that will be thrown to the side as soon as you look up at him with pink tinted cheeks. His words die on his lips, clinging to the tip of his tongue only to dangle miserably and unsaid when you’re blocked from his vision. Wooyoung steps between you two, a protective arm pushing you behind him. His board shoulders and back harboring a shield for you from Hyunjin.

“Back off, Hwang.” He warns through gritted teeth, a hatred matching the blonde’s emotions in his eyes. Hyunjin can’t help but breath out a scoff. Eyes fliting down to where your hand is circling Wooyoung’s wrist, your thumb brushing over his pulse. An attempt to calm him down. An ugly, green monster plants itself into his stomach. Growing and growing as it spreads through his inside. A painful tug at his heart.

“I’m trying to talk to your master little puppy, how about you back off?” Hyunjin challenges, a raised brow and chest to chest with the latter. You watch as that comment gets to Wooyoung right away, he was never good at controlling his temper. Losing it very fast and you know you’re tiptoeing on a dangerous edge when he balls his hands into fists. You’re the one to step between them this time. Your palm coming to contact with Wooyoung’s chest, a small push while your other hovers awkwardly close to touching Hyunjin but not really doing it. You eye both of them, a silent warning in your gaze “this isn’t a dick measuring contest drop it both of you.” There’s a palpable silence that builds quickly in the air around you. An intense vexation you’re sure you could choke on.

They both stare at you, Hyunjin’s eyes burn into yours lolling between you and your hand that is still on your friend’s chest. Wooyoung is the first to take a step back, nodding at you as soon as he noticed the slight anxiety building in your features. The rage doesn’t get to die fast enough because Hyunjin cannot keep his mouth shut, not when you touch Wooyoung so easily but not him as if he was a flame that would burn you to ashes as soon as you do. In a strange way he was a flame but he doesn’t dwell on the thought. Words tumbling down with no resistance from his brain “go play fetch or something puppy.” Wooyoung is back in his face in a second. Faster than you can register.

“The fuck is your problem Hwang.” He pushes Hyunjin roughly, voice raising just enough to get the attention of few people around and the latter tumbles backwards. But he’s hot on heels pushing back just as rough “you fuckers are my fucking problem.” You watch the whole encounter with wide eyes. Heart skipping beats and palms sweaty as a small crowd of drunken students form around you. Suffocating you with the intoxicating smell of alcohol and sweat.

The two men in front of you share a look of pure resentment towards each other. You’re sure if looks could kill both of them would be dead on the floor. You don’t get to think about how things have escalated this quickly. All you know is that you can’t let a fight break out. Despite knowing how strong your friend is you still remember the few times Hyunjin got in fights back in high school. Leaving the other teenager completely bloody while him sporting a flawless face. Not a single scratch.

So when you watch Wooyoung lurch forward aiming for a fist to be thrown right at Hyunjin’s jaw, you move quickly. A breath of adrenaline rushes through you and without much thought you’re standing in front of the blonde. Arms stretched out as if your small body could provide any protection to the bigger man behind you. Your body doing nothing to block him. Yet luckily for you Wooyoung stops in his tracks, eyes wide and fist frozen in the air “I told you to drop it.” Your voice falters under the weight of your plea. Have not realized how close you’re standing to Hyunjin until you feel his breath hit the back of your neck sending a shiver down your spine. His scent, a mix of peaches and cream invades your nostrils. Invites itself into your insides and latches onto your soul. Breathing life into all the memories that have died, all the memoirs you thought you have forgotten.

“Wooyoung,” you let out a shaky breath and he lowers his fist. Hard expression softening into nothing but care and love for you “let’s just go, kitty.” He says, flatly and he offers his hand to you the second time this night “go grab me a drink, woo. I’ll find you when I’m done with Hyunjin.” You order, ignoring his request. Behind you Hyunjin’s breath hitches. Heart climbing all the way to his throat with the way it’s beating. He wishes he could just throw it up, or maybe take it out. Step on it unrelentingly until it forgets to call for you.

Because he had just promised himself and yet he wobbles by your crashing waves so easily it’s pathetic.

It’s been so long since you called him by his name it’s almost has him falling on his knees, begging for a taste of your sweet venom. A pink feeling that spreads it’s poison through his veins.

“I’m not leaving you with this psychopath alone!” Wooyoung exclaims in disbelief, an accusing point at the man behind you “Who the fuck are you calling a psychopath?” he spits back.

“Hyunjin.” You warn, tilting your head to the side to look at him sternly. He crumbles again at the way you call his name. His name never sounded so sweet between anyone’s lips, never this addicting, he wishes he could take his phone out, record your voice so he can listen to you call him repeatedly. Weak men that fell at your feet? He was the first man ever to be weakened by you and he doesn’t know if he’ll ever be able to stop. Frustration claws at him when he feels unable to say anything back at you. Like a curse set on his soul that he cannot break. So, he avoids your eyes, focusing on a random spot on the floor instead.

“Wooyoung, go.” Your friend keeps quiet, eyes dancing between yours before he sighs “Okay.” He concedes, turning and walking away until he disappears into the endless ocean of bodies. The crowd around you seem to scatter upon realizing that no fights are happening.

You face Hyunjin, locking your eyes with his “seriously? Are you a fucking teenager?” you cross your arms on your chest not missing the way his eyes flick to your chest momentarily your strapless dress calling for his attention before they go back to your face. He huffs “your boytoy was the one throwing fists not me.” He almost sounds childish in the way he protests, trying to convince you that he isn’t at fault. If the circumstance were different you think you’d be smiling endearingly at him now. A flash of old memories swirl in your mind like a tempest, throwing you in a loop of conflicting emotions. Wandering between longing for an old home to the petrifying thought of you forever standing still. In this place where you’re not his but not free either. Shackles around your ankles that are covered in rust, damaged but not weak enough for you to break them.

You let out a long breath of exhalation, a hand running through your hair tiredly “let’s just get this done with,” you mutter out, just loud enough for him to hear over the loud music. Your eyes searching the room until they settle on the same corner Yeosang and Yeji were standing in earlier and to your surprise they’re still there. Unaware of the chaos around them.

“Tell your other fucktoy to fuck off Yeji.” He orders, throwing daggers at your side profile. You keep silent. Eyes stilling on the couple and a mess of emotions, old books you don’t wanna open are fighting inside of you but more than anything you’re trying to think of a way to get Hyunjin off your back. You know his stubborn ass won’t leave you alone at least not until he gets what he wants.

He cups your jaw, a tad too hash and turns your head. Forcing you to face him, eyebrows knitted together while your own eyes widen with surprise. Unable to process the fact that he’s touching you “look at me when I’m fucking talking to you Y/N.” his tone is demanding, eyes pouring into yours. Hard enough to break skin as his fingers press painfully into your jaw. Squishing your cheeks and damn your stupid heart for picking up speed. Cheeks starting to color pink at the proximity. He’s close you could see the mole under his eye and smell the mint flavored gum in his breath when he speaks.

You blink and as if you’re broken out of a trance you slap his hand away. A burning sensation spreads all over your jaw “don’t fucking touch me asshole.” You grumble, your hand coming up to sooth the pain in your jaw. But you’re unaware of how to sooth the heat licking its way up your stomach.

“if you have something to say to Yeosang go talk to him.” You say, eyes again lolling everywhere but him. Finding it impossible to look at him “not like I fucking own him.” You grumble more to yourself in annoyance. But Hyunjin hears you, chest buffing out with a scoff as he looks down at you. There’s a threatening aura in the way he towers over you, you manage to feel even smaller than you really are “you basically have these boys on a leash don’t play dumb.” He steps into your space one again, your head touching his chest when his voice drops in tone “you know I fucking hate it.” something akin to frustration bubbles in your blood. Hating the control he has over the situation and how your body manages to shut down whenever he’s around. As if your soul decides to submit to him with one look. He’s the big bad wolf while you’re a helpless sheep just waiting to be eaten by him. You gather enough courage to look up at him, a scowl adorns your pretty face and really Hyunjin sees through it all, your attempt at trying to appear strong. Although he’s unable to take you seriously when you resemble an angry cat so much. Just when did you get this cute?

“You sure do talk about my boys a lot.” Hyunjin’s momentary silence lingers. You didn’t seem to notice the twitch in his eyebrows at the sentence my boys. A small smirk graces your face “are you maybe jealous?” you ask with a cute tilt of your head, you bring your index finger to his neck brushing over his adam apple, you watch as it pops when he swallows back nothing. You trail your finger down, over his necklaces leaving a trail of fire behind that you’re unaware of “I can put you on leash too if you want?” you’re mocking, your smirk widening when you look up at him through your lashes and his gaze had turned knife-like.

Knowing you won, you go to retract your hand but he holds you in place, hand circling your smaller waist in an unyielding grip. Spreading the same heat you felt on your jaw not too long, He pulls you into him, your nose brushing his chest as he leans down to your level. Lips at the shell of your ear, his hot breath hits the side of your face withdrawing different emotions from your chest.

“I’m not really into that,” he whispers, shiver runs down your spine at how his lips touch your sensitive ears. Insentiently you lean your head towards your shoulder, trying to lean away from him when his grip tightens over your wrist pulling you towards him again. A small gasp escapes your mouth “but I bet you’d be into it yeah?” he continues despite your obvious struggle in breaking free “I’d put you on a leash, take you everywhere with me like you’re my obedient little kitten, mhm?” your face flushes, heart hammering against your chest begging to let out and you’re scared he could feel it. Your fingers are fumbling, a futile attempt at taking control of the situation. You’re not sure how you end up at his mercy each time. You open and close your mouth a number of times trying and failing to find something smart to say back.

You don’t realize how hard you’re breathing until he’s leaning back just enough to take a look at your face. A prideful smirk adorns his face as his eyes dip to your chest a second too long, you’re not sure if he’s staring at your breasts or the way your chest is falling and rising rapidly.

“baby likes the idea?” he taunts, the thumb of his free hand brushes the corner of your lips and then he’s tilting your chin upwards. A storm of emotions passes between you. Stealing your breath with it. The pet name tugs at your heart, swimming its way inside of you until it nestles in the middle of your being. Threatening to take space you don’t want to give.

You push against his chest with a little to no impact but he complies, finally letting go of your reddening wrist and stumbling back. A look of ego takes over his face, a victorious smile at how flushed your face is even under the dim lights “touch me like that again and I’ll break your fucking nose.” You throw an empty threat, your palm trying to sooth the throbbing pain in your wrist. You know it’s gonna bruise.

Hyunjin buries his hands in his pockets, his earring dangles when he mimics your mannerism, head tilting to the side with mockery clinging to his gaze “aww I’d love to see you try, kitty.”

You fail to keep your cool, seeming to stumble and slip on this facade beneath your feet. It triggers you to no end. Filling your lungs with anger that threatens to spill each time you face this man. You hate him. Yeah you do and you hate the way he makes you feel.

“Fuck off, Hwang.” You realize you need to get away from him, your heart begging for mercy. It’s too early into the night for you to crumble this fast. You turn around, making a show of walking away on him. You don’t get to make it far before he’s holding onto your arm again. Spinning you around.

“I’m not done talking to you.” You’re frustrated, pushing him away with all your force. You just want him to leave you alone at this point. For him to go back to ignoring you “I just told you don’t fucking touch me, are you deaf?” you don’t realize how loud your voice has gotten until a couple of people around you throw glances at you. But frankly you can’t find it in you to care right now.

Hyunjin stays composed, looks unimpressed at the way your emotions all over the place “why? Are you scared you’ll end up lusting after me?” your embarrassment dissipates into thin air, leaving behind nothing but irritation. So deep and ugly it scratches at your inside “like fuck I want you. You’re the one chasing me around with your tail wagging behind you.” The insults leave your pretty mouth effortlessly. It is such a juxtaposition to how pretty your lips are, how they shape around every letter that’s dripping in nothing but pure hatred. Hyunjin thinks. He doesn’t find it in himself to think about what he’s doing. His common sense dissipates into thin air. Something akin to excitement bubbles inside him. The look claiming your face whenever he’s close to you has him addicted. Like a drug addict he wants to see you get flustered and angry at him over and over again. A sick sadist feeling inflates in his chest. The more you fight back the more he wants to push your buttons until you’re broken. It only makes it that much more enthralling how fast and easy you break.

Like the way you’re looking at him now, eyes sharp and pinked cheeks not threatening in the slightest way. He wonders how much further could he push you?

Perhaps that’s why his lips form into a mocking pout one too similar to the way he pretends to sympathize with his little brother “I told you kitty. If you beg enough I’ll give you whatever you want.” The deepening of color on your cheeks has him drunken.

“oh yeah?” just like how you begged and cried for me to stay back then?” you regret the words the moment they leave your mouth. Hyunjin expression falls, no longer teasing smirks and glinting eyes and instead a blank look is on his face. You falter, realizing too late that you had crossed the line. Whatever playful bubble you were both in breaks, replaced by the dawning of your darkening reality. A past filled with wounds and sorrow comes back to haunt you both as if it never left, it never died. You weren’t able to bury it and instead you’re standing over an open grave, arms too weak to throw dirt over it.

“What the fuck happened to you?” his words stab at you incessantly. You can feel your heart constricting in your chest and your throat chokes with unsaid words. Disappointment fills his eyes and your own fill with painful tears. You blink them away and then Hyunjin is turning away from you. A shake of his head is all you get as he walks way with your bleeding heart following him leaving a trail of blood behind. Your feet hesitate to follow him, an apology lingers on the tip of your tongue.

But would that change anything? You said what you said. Your heart swells in your chest, his words echo in your head like a broken record. A tear-streaked face that you tried to forget reappears in your mind. A young Hyunjin’s tears still cling to your fingertips like a relic from a crime you committed. And guilt slowly seeps into your being, coloring you in an ugly shade of regret. Wraps itself around you and promises to make your life a living hell.

You know you deserve it.

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Faking It- Chapter Two

Summary: When you first met Namjoon you never expected he would ghost you for a month due to his own clumsiness. You also never expected him to walk into your café and ask you to be his fill in girlfriend at his cousins wedding.

Pairing: Namjoon/Reader.

Word Count: 5k

Rating: E for everyone

Tags: Again just backstory and stuff to get the plot going

Author Note: protective taetae has my heart

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You stood in shock as chaos ensued around you. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from Namjoon as he smiled sheepishly at you, the words he just said reverberating in your brain as you scrambled to make sense of them

“Y/N I kind of well. Will you come to a wedding with me in December? Like in three weeks. I kind of volunteered you by accident. I’m sorry!”

You were just about to open your mouth to say something, maybe ask him to repeat it when you heard your name being called from across the cafe and you looked to see Taehyung struggling to assist a swarm of people.

His brown eyes were wide and panicked and that look alone made you spring into action.

“Namjoon I’m sorry can we… figure this out later I have to… I’m at work.” You finished weakly as you shot him an apologetic look and raced behind the counter immediately snapping into action to help Taehyung as more people came into the cafe.

You had no time to even admire how beautiful it was outside as you kept your head down and kept taking orders and making drinks.

It took almost an hour for the line to clear out and almost every table in the cafe was full. When you finally did look up Namjoon was long gone and his table was cleared.

“Holy crap I don’t think I’ve ever seen that many people at once.” Jimin comments wiping his brow with his apron and sighing, leaning on the counter for a quick break.

“That was insane. Like truly insane. I feel like everyone ducked in here to get out of the snow, our line almost went to the door.” Taehyung commented fixing his headband which had slipped so far back it was no longer holding his hair in place.

The music suddenly stopped as a couple more people walked into the cafe and their eyes widened at how full it was.

“Shit playlist is over,” Taehyung noted as you scooted behind him and squeezed his arm.

“I got it.”

You made your way to the tiny office at the far end of the cafe right next to the cleaning closet and took out your small key ring unlocking the door.

Taehyung kept the office simple with a small desk, a computer, and some minimal decor. You had decided to keep the office cell phone in here as it was still close enough to connect to the Bluetooth speaker but far enough away where it wouldn’t accidentally get spilled on by steaming hot coffee.

You pressed the password and scrolled down to find some festive jazz music, pressing the play button and letting music flood the cafe again.

Festive music felt right when a random snowstorm decided to show up a month before Christmas.

You paused in the office and slunk down in Tae’s big comfy chair letting out a sigh.

You pulled out your phone as a distraction from all the thoughts racing through your brain and you saw you had a text message from an unknown number.

Namjoon.

You never ended up putting him in as a contact.

Namjoon: I know things got busy and it was awful timing to bring that up. You probably have so many questions so text me and maybe we can meet up. Please just let me explain.

The office door opens and Tae slips inside you immediately sit up in the chair and he shoots you a weary smile.

“Crazy afternoon right?” He comments as you start to stand up to let him take his desk chair back but he shakes his head and instead takes the small chair in the corner, scooting it closer to his desk.

“I’ve never seen so many people in here at once.” You say feeling your phone vibrate again.

Namjoon: Please let me explain I feel like an idiot for even bringing it up.

“You okay?” Taehyung asked as you pocket your phone again and tuck your loose strands behind your ear.

“Yeah, I’m all good Tae.”

He stares at you and you know he can see through your lie. He has known you too long for you to get things past him.

“What happened with Namjoon? Do I need to beat him up? I will.” Taehyung says as you crack a smile.

“It was fine. Nothing happened. He- he dropped his phone in a sewer grate before leaving for a business trip for a month. That’s why he disappeared.” You explain shifting your weight in the chair under Taehyung’s heavy gaze.

“So what happened?” He asked leaning forward and waiting for your answer.

“You don’t have to hurt him if that’s what you want to know. I took his number this time and made sure to text him to be sure it was right. We are going to try again from the top.” You say with a small smile on your face.

“Okay, but something else obviously happened because when I called you to help out you looked like a dear caught in the headlights. You never freeze up like that. What did he do?” Tae asks dropping his voice low

“He..well he wants to try again. We both do. Then he told me…well I mean he invited me to a wedding? Told me he volunteered me to go to a wedding with him. And then we got busy so I have no idea what that means.” You say fidgeting with your clothes.

“I’m sorry what? You aren’t going to a wedding with a stranger? And what do you mean volunteered?” He asks concern written all over his face.

“I have no idea. I haven’t had a chance to text him with the rush and all. I came in here to collect myself before figuring this out.” You explain.

“Y/N you can’t. He just got back in your good graces and he’s already asking you for a favor. A huge favor! I mean who does that?” Taehyung argues, brows furrowed as you stand up and take out your phone typing out a quick message to Namjoon before you send yourself into a spiral of overthinking.

You: I’m done work in four hours if you want to come back and explain. I have so many questions.

“I texted him and let him know if he wants to explain he can come after my shift we should probably get back out there or Jimin might burn the place down.” You tease as you walk around the desk and reach for the door however Taehyung stops you with a hand on your arm.

“Please don’t let this guy hurt you again Y/N.” He warns as you stop in your tracks and stare at him.

“He hurt you. I know you didn’t say anything but it was obvious, at least to me. How you kept obsessively checking your phone. How you kept staring at the door in hopes he would just appear. Please be careful that’s all I ask.” Taehyung tells you before releasing your arm.

“Thanks, Tae I will.” You promise as you hold out your pinkie.

Taehyung chuckles and loops his pinkie with yours.

Ritual as old as time, the sacred pinkie promise.

You giggle when you release pinkies and both leave the office hoping Jimin was okay to handle everything for a short while.

Namjoon showed up exactly at seven pm and when you saw him your breath caught in your throat. He looked the same as he did earlier in the day but this time his cheeks were tinged with pink from the cold air and snow stuck to his eyelashes.

While the snowstorm had died down, small flakes were still falling blanketing everything in a soft white and making the world look fresh and new from this morning’s dreary gray sky.

Taehyung was cleaning tables and he shot Namjoon a look when he walked by to meet you at the counter.

Jimin had left an hour ago and Jungkook offered to stay to help Taehyung close up but he was in the back researching new recipes.

“Hey,” Namjoon said as you gathered your things from behind the counter and hung your apron on your designated hook.

“Hi.” You said softly as Namjoon shot you a warm smile that despite your better judgment, had you grinning right back at him.

Taehyung’s warning was still playing in the back of your mind, it had been replaying over and over for the last couple of hours as you finished your work for the day.

Taehyung was just being protective and you promised yourself that you would keep your guard up around Namjoon until you knew him better but every time he smiled it seemed your guard would slip a little bit. He just had that effect on you.

“Ready to go? I thought I could take you somewhere and we could talk.” He asks as you walk around the counter and stand next to him, plopping your bag on a nearby table so you can zip up your coat.

“Where do you have in mind?” You ask as you fumble with your zipper trying not to zip up any of your hair as you took it down before Namjoon showed up.

“I was thinking of a cafe maybe a couple of blocks down from here.” He says shyly as you finally get your zipper working and you look up at him.

“Namjoon we are literally in a cafe right now.” You remind him gesturing around at the mostly empty tables.

“I know but I didn’t think it was right for me to have our first date at your workplace you know.” He answers smoothly causing you to blush.

“This is a date?” You quiz him as you shove your hat over your hair and loop your bag over your shoulders.

“I’m thinking this is a let’s talk and figure things out and we can decide if it is a date after.” He says with a smile as you wave to Taehyung and lead Namjoon out of the cafe and into the cold.

The air is crisp and it burns your lungs slightly as you follow Namjoon out onto the almost empty streets. Overhead fairy lights are twinkling and the snow is slowly dying down with occasional flakes falling. The sky is dark and littered with stars and everything feels so new and magical, or maybe it is the fact Namjoon reaches out to grab your gloved hand.

You smile up at him and after the short walk, you find yourself standing in front of a white building which is a very empty coffee house.

Namjoon politely holds the door open for you and shoots you a charming smile as you enter.

While Tae’s Teas goes for a clean aesthetic look this place takes on a more earthy look and you have to admit the place is beautiful. The walls are cream colored and fake and real plants are scattered everywhere. Everything is soft light wood, whites, browns, and greens and you can’t help but gasp as you notice the giant mural painted on the far wall.

It is a huge climbing ivy, starting at the bottom and expanding outwards to cover most of the wall. Tangled in its leaves are coffee cups and tea cups making the whole thing fit the vibe perfectly.

“Isn’t that piece cool? It’s a legend around here.” Namjoon explains as you continue to stare at it in awe. Whoever painted it seemed to know what they were doing as it looked to be perfect in every way.

“Jin, my friend that owns this place, said the kid came in one day and almost begged to paint that wall. Jin thought why the hell not? If it turns out to be crap he can paint over it. I was away but I heard the story.”

“The kid came in with a sketchbook and got Jin to approve of the idea, every day for two months he came in and worked on it. Hardly talked to anyone just put headphones in and did it. When it was over everyone was so impressed and the kid didn’t even want money. He just said every time he drove by the wall looked so bare and he wanted to make it into something beautiful. Jin of course paid him and then the kid disappeared. No one ever saw him again or even knew what happened to him. We only got a first name. Jungkook. I never met him, Jin met him a handful of times and Yoongi only met him once. Sometimes we wonder if we imagined him but if you look close near the blue teacup you can see his initials.” Namjoon explains pointing out the microscopic JK handwritten there.

“Jungkook?” You ask feeling completely thrown off, blinking up at Namjoon.

Like your Jungkook?

“Jin said that was his name? Wait? Do you know him?” Namjoon asks eyes wide and voice excited.

“Yeah, I work with him. I-I didn’t know he could paint like that holy crap.” You exclaim in awe as you continue to stare at the art truly captivated by it.

It did make sense though, Jungkook always worked on your signs inside and outside the shop as he had the best handwriting out of the four of you. He also liked to add little doodles to things because he said they made it look “more interesting.”

Something like this though, so big and grand it made you glow with pride as you could imagine Jungkook in his dark baggy clothes with his headphones in having the time of his life painting the wall.

“He is our head baker and truly amazing. He does all our signs because he is so good. I had no idea though he did something like that. It’s incredible.” You gush as a voice clears from the counter and you turn to see a man standing there with his arms folded.

You were sure he wasn’t here when you first arrived and you jumped when you saw him.

He was staring at you and Namjoon in annoyance and you knew why. You would hate to be standing there waiting to serve a customer only to have them gawk at the art and take up your time.

“Maybe we should order.” You whisper as Namjoon chuckles and leads you to the counter.

The counter is bigger than yours and you can see that the desert case is almost empty. Maybe they are closing soon and you both should go somewhere else. You didn’t want to make them stay open past close that was so unfair.

“Maybe we should go somewhere else, it looks like they are closing soon.” You whisper feeling small under the worker’s gaze.

“Nah it’s okay it’s just Yoongi. He is our resident grumpy grandpa but he’s as sweet as Suga. He helps out when he can. Jin hired all college and University kids but sometimes with exams, they can’t work as much so we step in and help.” He explains as Yoongi shoots Namjoon a glare.

“I’m not grumpy. Maybe if you didn’t stand and stare at the wall I could have already been home.” He grumbles which has you shrinking more under his gaze.

“This is Y/N Yoongi and she knows who painted that piece. She works with him.” Namjoon explains calmly letting Yoongi’s sass roll off his back as if it never happened.

“You do?” Yoongi asks eyebrows raised as he stares at you.

“Yeah, I work at Tae’s Teas and Jungkook is our head baker there. I had no idea he painted this though.” You admit.

“He is a very talented kid. I met him once. Very shy but talented.” Yoongi complements shooting you a small smile.

“Now what can I get you both.”

You both order Hot chocolate and muffins and Yoongi gets to work as Namjoon chats him up. You find out quickly that they both work together producing music but help out Jin at the cafe when they can. Turns out Jin owns a couple of restaurants and cafes in the city and is quite a popular name among food critics.

Yoongi slides you the food and drinks, swiftly takes his apron off, and gives Namjoon a hard stare.

“I’m trusting you to close the store Namjoon. I’m not covering for you with Jin if you lose the key. Y/N I hate to ask you this but can you make sure he doesn’t lose the key? If I had a dollar for every time he did, well I’d be a very rich man.” Yoongi grumbles.

“Yoongi it hasn’t been that many times,” Namjoon whines as you laugh.

“So he doesn’t just lose cell phones then?” You tease as Namjoon lets out a groan and Yoongi snickers.

“I like this one.” He says pointing to you before gathering his things and waving over his shoulder. He heads out the back door and soon enough you can hear an engine revving.

Namjoon rolls his eyes and leads you to a table near the window. Before he sits he takes his time making sure all doors are locked and the lights are dimmed. He also pulls all the blinds down explaining how he doesn’t want customers to think they are open.

“So wait are we allowed to be in here?” You ask as he finally shucks off his coat hangs it on the back of his chair and sits down.

You follow suit and Namjoon smiles at you.

“Technically I work here so yes. But if you are worried I did okay it with Jin just in case.” He explains as you wrap your hands around the mug and let it warm your bare hands.

The hot chocolate is creamy and rich and you giggle when the whipped cream sticks to your lips. It warms you from the inside out and you wonder if you begged enough Namjoon would tell you the secret to making it taste so good.

“So…” He starts as he slowly takes the top off the muffin and shoves some in his mouth.

“So.” You repeat as you run your hands down your thighs nervously.

“I picked a bad time to drop that whole wedding thing on you. I wanted to talk to you about it I just never expected you to get so many customers at once.” Namjoon admits shyly as you nod and bring your cup to your lips, taking a sip of your drink and giving him the space to talk.

“Okay so. While I was away for a month I did have a week off so I flew back here to visit my parents. They live an hour train ride from here and well… My mom wanted to remind me for the hundredth time that my cousin is getting married in three weeks. December 21st right before Christmas. Which I already knew because he asked to stand in the wedding ages ago” Namjoon starts.

He lets out a small sigh as his eyes roll up to the ceiling.

“Sungho and I grew up together. Because we are the same age we were more than just cousins, we were best friends. Sungho and I grew up almost the same until we got into high school. He was the popular kid, playing sports and dating the prettiest girls. Everything seemed to fall into his lap. Whereas I may be tall, but I sure as hell am not athletic. I was more of the nerdy smart kid. I spent my days completing homework and watching shows while he was out going to parties with girls.” Namjoon says.

“Anyway, this is when tension started to arise. We got compared… a lot. And I just could never compete with him you know. He was just…that guy. Was already riding a bike when I still had training wheels. Knew what it was like to kiss a girl when I still thought they had cooties.”

You chuckled imagining small Namjoon sticking out his tongue when his cousin talks about kissing.

“Then I started making music. I went to underground rap competitions when I was fourteen, that’s actually how I met Yoongi. He is a year older and took me under his wing. Eventually, I told my parents I didn’t want to go to business school I wanted to be a music producer, or maybe a musician myself. At first, they weren’t supportive at all but eventually, they came around. Only if I finished business school. My dad is a hardworking businessman who was hardly ever home because he was always working. I think my parent’s dream was for me to be like him. But I didn’t want that.” Namjoon explains pausing to take a sip of his drink.

“I finished business school for my parents then decided to go into the music thing full time. Yoongi and I were already scouted we were just waiting for….others. They wanted to make us into a band. The greatest band the world would see but after a year they couldn't find anyone that matched our vibe so Yoongi insisted we become music producers instead. This all happened in Korea because I studied abroad. Yoongi came with me and worked on producing music while I was in school. Anyway, they took us on and since everything is online we work from the office here so we both could be closer to our families.”

“No matter what I do I’ll never be Sungho and while I’ve accepted that I don’t think my parents have. When my mom brought up that I would be standing in the wedding she reminded me that my cousin is the same age as me and getting married, while I was always away in different countries making music and maybe I should settle down.” Namjoon chuckles shaking his head.

“She then brought up how I had been single for a while and I just couldn’t take it and told her I was seeing someone. I was so tired of the comparison of Sungho’s life to mine that I just…snapped. I know it is super embarrassing to make up a girlfriend at my age but I just couldn’t bear to see her disappointed face…again. I’m sorry this must seem so pathetic.” He mutters as you reach out to hold his hand.

His hands are large and soft and when you lace your fingers through his you can feel a spark down to your toes.

“I get it Namjoon. I get why you did it. It must have been frustrating to constantly be compared.” You sympathize as he nods.

“Well my mom started to ask me a billion questions so I told her…a little about you. The lies just kept coming and well my mom told me I better be bringing you to the wedding.” He finishes looking ashamed of himself.

“I tried every excuse in the book to get you out of it but my mom doesn’t tolerate liars and I know this so I don’t know why I lied in the first place. You don’t have to come honestly I don��t expect you to I just figured I should shoot my shot you know.” He says running his thumb along yours.

“So you lied to your mom and want me to go as a fake girlfriend to your cousin’s wedding?” You summarize hoping you got it right.

“I mean that makes it sound awful but you're right. Sungho and his soon-to-be wife are loaded. The wedding is up north in the mountains and they rented everyone cabins to stay in. My sister was supposed to come but she is six months pregnant and thought it better not to so it would be us and my parents sharing a cabin.” Namjoon explains taking another bite of his muffin.

“Is this a ploy to get rid of my body in the snow?” You ask honestly which has Namjoon bursting out in laughter.

“No! Definitely not! Though that does sound worse than using you as a fake girlfriend to keep my dignity intact.” He says in between laughter as you finish off your muffin and wrap your hands around your cup again.

“So this is real then?” You ask teasingly as Namjoon smiles and pulls out the invite from his coat pocket sliding it towards you.

The invite is simple enough, a beautiful black and white photo of the couple on the front, and on the back all the details are written in swooping calligraphy.

“How much time do I have to prepare?” You ask as Namjoon’s eyes widen.

“Three weeks…Wait? You are coming with me? For real?” He asks giddy as he begins to wiggle in his seat in excitement.

“I mean. As long as you promise to not be using this to dispose of my body in the snow I don’t see why not.” You say as Namjoon leaps from his chair and pulls you in for a hug.

Your laughter bounces off the walls of the empty cafe as Namjoon whoops and cheers pressing you in for a very tight hug.

“Wow okay so. I will pay for everything. The dress the shoes whatever you need. I’ll also pay for the gift for the couple and your train ticket. You just have to show up.” he babbles releasing you and sitting back down.

“Namjoon you don’t have to…” You start, sitting down again but he stops you.

“First you forgive me for being clumsy, next you agree to help me out. Honestly at this point I owe you my life.” He gushes.

“So I told my mom we have been dating for six months so we have to act like things are pretty serious with us. And I will fill you in on everything about my family so you don’t go in blind. Oh Y/N I’m so grateful for you this just saved me like you wouldn’t believe.” He says eyes wide in excitement and mouth drawn into a grin.

“So I have three weeks to learn all this?” You ask feeling suddenly nervous but Namjoon soothes you by using his pointer finger to trace the palm of your hand. He is so soft and gentle with you that it makes your heart leap into your throat and you feel giddiness spread throughout.

“Yes, but we are going to do it together. You may be my fake girlfriend but I’m also going to be your fake boyfriend. I’m going to be alongside you the entire time.” He says sincerely as his finger continues to trace and is now making its way up your wrist causing goosebumps to rise on your skin.

“Okay, but there is something we have to discuss.” You say as his finger stops moving and he looks up at you with widened eyes.

“What about….this?” You ask motioning between the both of you.

“I mean. We never went on a date or anything and now I’m expected to be your fake girlfriend. What about…whatever we started here.” You ask honestly as Namjoon’s eyebrows furrow as he thinks.

“Here’s what I think. We never got to figure out what this is between us and that is my fault. I say we put it on hold, at least until this whole mess is over then revisit it. I don’t want the lines to become blurred because we don’t know what is real and what is acting. I say we get to know each other up until the wedding as friends. Then we put on our best performance in front of my family and after we can see how we feel.” He confirms and you frown.

“I know.” He says taking in your reaction “This isn’t how I wanted to do this either but I think it’s our best shot so no one gets hurt.” He says taking both your hands in his.

“Yeah, I agree with you I just hate that the first time something romantic happens to me it has to be faked.” You sigh.

Namjoon’s eyes widen in surprise.

“Wait what?” He asks.

You blush.

“I mean I’ve had crushes on people but it never seemed to work out. I’ve kissed guys of course, I even dated a guy in University for five months but as far as romance goes, I haven’t had much.” You admit feeling awkward and not meeting his gaze.

“You coming up to me. I mean that’s not something that ever happens to me. The guy I dated in University… we were from the same friend group and it just kind of happened. That’s why when you ghosted me it hurt so much.” You say still not making eye contact with him and feeling embarrassed.

“Y/N Look at me please.” He whispers and you raise your head to meet his piercing gaze.

“I don’t think less of you because you haven’t experienced a lot of romance or you feel like you don’t have a lot of experience. I promise when this is over I will take you on a real date that won’t end up with us plotting a scheme to have you be my fake girlfriend.” He jokes as you crack a small smile.

“I was serious when I said I wanted to get to know you. And when this is all over we will do this properly.”

And you gasped when he held out his pinkie.

You looped your pinkie around his sealing the deal and smiled up at him. You could put your feelings on hold for a month. Sure you didn’t have experience being someone’s fake girlfriend but you were confident you could figure it out because there was just something about Namjoon. Maybe it was his kind smile, or the way his eyes crinkled when he laughed but something inside you wanted to get to know him, wanted to help him, and just like he said you didn’t want to ignore those signs.

“Okay so let’s get started let me tell you about my crazy family.” He teases with a smirk as you settle in for a long night

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Chapter 4: An Endless Night

Paring: Jeon Jungkook x reader

Genre: Enemies to Lovers, Street Racer!AU, Smut

Word Count: 6K

Warning: Cursing, mentions of smut, smut, consumption of alcohol, mentions of violence, violence, mentions/hints of abuse, abuse, mentions of death, death, mentions of murder, murder, illegal activities.

Summary: You never know what cards your delt in life, not until you learn to use them. I never thought I'd be good a stealing, but there I was steal off the streets. I never thought I'd learn to drive a car, but here I am learning from The Dark God of Seoul. I never thought I'd have an actual family, but I will.

I smirk as Taehyung held his arm out, our plan being set in motion. Taehyung led us through the crowd and to the front of all the displayed cars. Taehyung fakes interest in them as we make our way down the line while I take small glances at the target. I sent him a flirty smile when he caught me looking before quickly turning back to Taehyung. “He's looking at us.” I whisper pressing myself into him to make it look more than what it actually is. Taehyung nods his head before looking at the next car purposely making him look disinterested in what I have to say. I huff and turn back to the lines of the car. When I look back at the man he’s already looking at me, I make my cheeks flush before turning back Taehyung, “I have him,” I whisper to him again. Tae once again looks disinterested but I can tell he’s growing excited.

When he finally made it to the wanted car the man in front of us stared at me the whole time, completely disregarding Taehyung. “What do you think baby? Would it look good with my collection?” Tae asks with a hidden smirk. “I think it would,” I nod along dumbly. “Would you race for it?” Taehyung questions the man, the man tears his gaze away from me to Tae a wicked grin spreading across his lips. “I only race for pink lips,” He smirks, “That's fine, I have a car I’ll bet. It sits right over there.” Tae offers yet already knowing he’ll decline. “I don’t race for cars kid, If you want this car I want a night with your girlie here,” he grins. I widen my eyes before snapping them over to Taehyung, His face remains passive as he continues to chew on his gum. “Then lets race.” He offers holding his hand out for him to shake.

The man grins sickeningly as he clasps hands with Taehyung. I let go of Tae’s arm as he turns to walk away. When I turned with him I felt a slap land on the back of my ass. It took all I had not swing around and punch him, and judging from the faces of our watching audience it’s taking a lot of self control for them too, some already rolling up their sleeves and being held back by others.

I continue to walk alongside Taehyung until we get back to the group. “I swear to god Tae if you don’t win this I’ll let Namjoon beat your ass.” I growl. Taehyung lets out a wearly laugh, “Don’t worry angel I got you,” He smiles boyishly. I watch as he climbs into his car before lining up at the starting line.

Jimin approaches beside me with his hands tucked into his pants a casual smirk carved across his face. “If he loses do you want me to talk you out of it?” He offers with a small amused smirk, “There’s no need, He’ll win.” I answer. “Who wouldn’t when you're threatened by the Dark God,” He laughs, “It’s not that, He’ll win because despite the fact he says he wants the car it isn’t the car itself he wants.” I muse as the flag girl stands between the cars. “I don’t follow,” Jimin mumbles. “Taehyung has won a car from every person here that isn’t a part of the elites. This man he is facing is new, he’s only started coming around here a month ago. Which is more than enough time for Tae to figure out how he works and how he drives.” I smirk as I watch Tae stalls momentarily to allow him the man the head start.

“And why would Tae waste time doing that?” Jimin scoffs, “Because he wants to win, he wants a trophy. Much like how serial killers take trophies from their victims.” I explain. “His car garage in the city is his trophy room, not a single car in that room has been bought by Taehyung. They’ve all been won from every single person here who races.” I grin as Taehyung’s car revs and flies right after the man. His car easily caught up, just after the second stop light.

“How the fuck do you know that?” Jimin gaps, “Namjoon didn’t waste a year just teaching me how to drive you know,” I laugh. “I knew all about you guys before I even met you. Granted it was pretty scary to meet you guys in person, but I’ve had time to connect the dots and adjust,” I smirk over at him. I turned my head back to the race just in time to see Tae drift his car a full 180, he even went so far to do it as close to the man’s car the hoods could kiss.

“Aish, Namjoon turned you so evil,” Jimin sighs, “Oh sweetie, I’ve always been evil. Namjoon just polished it up and gave me a new shine.” I grin. Jimin’s face crunches up to a disturbed and bothered look. I watch excitedly as Tae’s car revs as he slows down teasingly, before ripping off again. I watch smugly as he passes the second stop light then the first. Naming him the winner.

I pat Jimin on his shoulder before strutting my way over to Taehyung as the man is only just pulling up. I come up behind tae and smugly rest my head on his shoulder as the man stomps over to us keys in hand. Tae chews his gum with a smirk as he holds his hand out for the keys. The man sneers as he slams his keys into Taehyung's hand. The man shot me a dark look before he smirks, “Don’t worry girlie, I may not get you tonight but I know someone who would love to get his hands on you.” He chuckles. I roll my eyes at his comment as I watch him stalk off.

I grim at Tae as he pumps his fist in the air in victory. “I owe you darling,” He grins, pressing a kiss to my cheek. “Aish, I thought the act was over?” Jungkook calls, I scoff and look over him as he approaches. “Nice race Tae,” He grins over at his friend, “Thanks, I honestly over estimated him. I thought it would be harder. I guess it was because I had Namjoon breathing down my neck to win.” Tae sighs. “It’s called tough love tae,” I tease, “Tell that to Namjoon Angel,” Jimin scoffs.

“Speaking of Namjoon?” I mumble looking over the crowd to find him but can’t. “They’re over there, the crowd is just hyped up from the race.” Jungkook answers. “I’ll walk you over, if you can’t walk through the crowds at school there's no way in hell you can get through this.” He laughs, I kiss my teeth and shove him with my shoulder playfully.

Jungkook laughs before leading me through the crowd, somewhere in the middle I lose him in the crowd and a hand grabs my wrist. I spin around only to come face to face with the monster of my nightmares. “Why the fuck are here (y/n)?” He growls, “And why the fuck are you dressed like a slut?” He sneers distatsfully. I jerk my hand from his grip and make a run for it pushing my way through people calling for Namjoon.

Instead of Namjoon I see Jungkook spinning around wildly at my voice. “JUNGKOOK!” I screech only to feel a blunt force knock me over the back of my head. The force is enough to knock me to the ground. The gravel of the asfalt dug into my knees when I hit the ground. I don’t stay there long when that name knots itself in my hair before proceeding to drag me off.

I kick and scream for him to let go, but he drags me all the way to his old car. He hits me over my head a few times and kicks at my gut before throwing me into the back seat and slamming the door. I feel my heart sink into my stomach as the car starts and he screams out of the parking lot. “LET ME GO!” I scream, throwing a punch at him from the back seat, the action causes him to swerve in the middle of the road. “LAY DOWN BITCH!” He yells, knocking his fist into face effectively back handing me. The hit makes my brain rattle,and the world around me spins. I force myself to sit up and look out the window, I could jump out.

I pull at the handle only for it to rattle because it’s locked. I fumble to unlock it as I grow more and more dizzy. All the punches catching up to me all at one time. “HEY! STOP FUCKING WITH THE DOOR!” He yells before purposely swerving the car so hard I fall back into the seat. I grunt as I fall across the seat, I try to sit up again but he reaches around his seat and hits me again. This time using his palm to strike across my temple. The hit makes the world flash dangerously black, but it’s not enough to make me black out. I stay still so the dizziness will fade, however it only allows the world around me to spot.

The sound of roaring engines break the silent air, I think it’s my burry mind playing tricks on me until I hear him curse at the noise. I sit up so fast the world spins but I force it to focus as I look out the back window. Trailing behind us is four cars, one red car, one pink, one sliver grey, and one familiar black one.

I watch in amazement as the red one speeds past the three cars and pulls out in front of us. I watch as he tries to swerve around the red car, only for the red car to pull in front of him every time. The black and silver grey cars pull up beside us, one taking each side of the car. The pink car remains on our tail, which allows all four cars to box us in.

I gasp in amazement as the black car rolls down it’s window to reveal a Jungkook, behind him at the wheel is Namjoon. I’m momentarily frozen as I look at them, both having look’s I’ve never seen before. Jungkook has one of indescribable determination and Namjoon’s...one that scares me. Scares me in a way I actually feel sorry for him when Namjoon gets his hands on him.

“(Y/N)!” Jungkook screams, knocking me out of my frozen state. My eyes widen as I see half of Jungkook’s body leaning out the window, “COME ON! I GOT YOU!” He screams holding his arms out. “DON'T YOU DARE (Y/N)!” He screams from behind the wheel as he continues to try and find a way to break out of the box. I don’t listen as I start to crank the handle for the window, eternally grateful it’s a manual. He jerks the car into the silver car beside us to keep me from rolling down the window but I hold onto the seat and do my damndest to get it down.

I roll it all the way down before grabbing both sides on the window. I don’t even get my head out before he’s ramming into the bumper of the red car. I hiss when my shoulder is slammed into the side of the window. “COME ON (Y/N), COME ON! I’LL CATCH YOU, JUST JUMP!” Jungkook calls. I swallow hard and look past him to Namjoon. Namjoon’s scary look softens, “COME ON BABY. COME ON!” He calls from his side before quickly turning back to the road.

I take a deep breath as I climb as far I can out the window, my stomach drops as I see the road below me. I scream when I feel the car backs into the hood of the pink car. “LOOK AT ME (Y/N)! LOOK AT ME BABY!” Jungkook screams, my eyes snap to him quickly meeting his big brown eyes. “JUMP! IT’S OKAY, JUST JUMP!” He calls almost begging. I swallow hard before closing my eyes. With one second of bravery and fear I push my left foot off the car and hold my arms out.

As soon as they meet something I grip onto it for dear life. I feel a strong hold wrap itself around my waist, it’s then I open my eyes to meet Jungkook grinning at me. “I got you baby, I got you.” He smiles. I nod my head weakly as he carefully maneuvers us back inside the car. Jungkook settles me into his lap, his strong hold unwavering. I rest my head on his shoulder as adrenaline starts to come down, “Come on baby stay with us. Don’t close your eyes.” He calls patting my hip to catch my attention. “Don’t let her close her eyes Jungkook,” I hear Namjoon call, “I won’t,” he promises in return.

I turn my attention to the car beside us, my eyes widen as I see the car ram into us. I hold on to Jungkook as tight as I can when the car jerks. Namjoon curses beside us and reaches over for a walkie talkie. “Flip the bastard,” he ordered, “You got in boss,” the cheery voice of Hoseok sounds out in return. Seconds later the red car in front slams on the brakes, the car beside us hits its bumper before flying over the silver-grey car that effortlessly slides under it as it does before replacing its previous position beside us.

I watch as the flying car hits the road and rolls three times before stopping. Namjoon slows down before circling around to the broken car which now lays on the side of the road. When Namjoon comes to a stop Jungkook helps me out of the car. Hoseok and Jimin had stopped further down the road, and they are jogging up to the road to meet up with us, as Yoongi and Taehyung are pulling the broken car apart, Jin’s car slowly pulls into a stop before he too is stepping out. I watch as Taehyung pulls out his body before dropping him. I hear him groan and the sound causes a flare of anger. I jerk myself out of Jungkook’s hold before rushing over to his body, sounds of panic ring through the air but no one can stop me in time before I land a swift kick to his face. I sneer as I feel blood splatter over the bare spots of my heel. I can’t bring myself to care enough not to land another kick to his face.

Before I can make a third, gentle hands pull me away. I turn sharply to face them, only to meet the soft brown eyes of Jungkook. “Easy, easy. It’s gonna be okay.” He whispers gently brushing my knotted hair out of my face. The softness of his tone causes something in me to break as I feel hot angry tears to well up in my eyes. “HE DESERVES IT! THAT PATHETIC EXCUSE OF A FATHER DESERVES TO KNOW WHAT IT FEELS LIKE TO BE BEATEN!” I cry, weakly throwing my hands at him and slapping his chest. Jungkook’s eyes widen but he doesn’t say a word as he takes all the weak slaps I throw at him. “I know, I know.” He mumbles gently taking my hands in his to stop the slapping. My breathing becomes ragged but my crying stops.

“(y/n),” I hear Namjoon call, following the sound of his voice I met with him holding out his hand, a gun within it. My eyes widen before looking up at Namjoon. “Can I?” I question unsure if he’ll actually allow it. “It’s okay, you can do it.” He soothes. I slowly pull away from Jungkook and make my way over to Namjoon. Namjoon holds his empty hand out for me to take, and I take it without hesitation. He gently leads me over to his body, Namjoon wraps his arms around me and guides my hands to hold the gun correctly before letting go and backing away. “It’s okay (y/n), you can do it.” He soothes.

“Don’t you dare (Y/n)! I am your father! I took care of you when your mom left us like the gold digging whore she was.” He calls from his place on the ground. I glare at him, but before I can say anything Namjoon is already talking. “You didn’t do a damn thing for her, you left her to the streets where I found her, for the last year I took care of her, raised her, protected her. You may be her father, but I’ve been more a dad to her than you will ever be,” Namjoon snaps in the most vicious tone I have ever heard him speak in. “She’s MY girl, and if she can’t shoot you herself then I’ll be the one to do it. Because someone like you doesn’t deserve to breathe after all you’ve done to her.” Namjoon promises.

“Do baby girl, you won’t have to be scared of him anymore. I’ll take care of you from now on,” He whispers. “Promise?” I question weakly looking over at him but not moving my hands away from the stance he guided me in. “Promise,” he smiles, Dimples in all. That’s all it took for me to look back and pull the trigger.

Nothing else needed to be said as we left. Leaving the crash and dead body for the cops to handle, but a part of me hopes his body will be eaten by street rats. All of us found ourselves at the farm house where I met them all, all that time ago, only this time I have no one to be scared of and no one to fear. Upon arriving Namjoon had me shower and put on spare pants and a T-shirt. All three times my size and smells like Namjoon. After I quietly sit on the couch, everyone else sits around me. Namjoon wraps a blanket over me every five minutes, even though I push it off each time. By the fifth time I finally huff, “Why do you keep wrapping a blanket around me?” I grumble, “Because you're in shock,” He answers simply. I snarl and throw the blanket at him, “Just because I’m in shock doesn’t mean I need a blanket. It means I need booze.” I snip.

“She’s exactly right, In fact I think we all need booze,” Yoongi perks up, “I’ll be right back,” He chimes before walking off in the direction of the kitchen. Namjoon shoots up and hurriedly follows after him, most likely in an attempt to stop him. I watch as they leave but once they disappear past the living room door I turn my gaze to the rest of the room. Jimin finally seems to come to terms with something as he stood up and determinedly walked his way over to me. “Can I hug you? Just this once?” He questions softly, despite his previous determined attitude. I nibble on my bottom lip before finally opening my arms to him, Jimin practically throws himself on me when I offer myself up to him.

I grunt as he laughs, “You're so heavy! Get off!” I groan. “No, I gotta soak it in. This might be the only time I’ll ever get to hug you.” He denies. “It will if you don’t get off now.” I snap. “Please, we all know you’re as touch starved as I am.” He sneers, I feel my cheeks heat up at his comment. I don't have in me to rebut in fear of the next comment that may come out of his mouth. Jimin laughs in victory. “It’s okay. We all have so much pain for people so young.” He mumbles softly.

Jimin only lets go when Yoongi comes in carrying a bottle of alcohol and shot glasses with a regretful looking Namjoon trailing behind him. Namjoon takes his place beside me with a sullen look, “Did Yoongi chew you out again?” I question, Namjoon lets out a long sigh before nodding. Yoongi sets a glass down in front of me and fills it up first, he fills another and another before all of us have one. Yoongi sets the bottle down before lifting his shot in the air, “To the goddess! May she race through many boundless nights and rise above the ranks of the Elites and Legacies, May she live her life so that when the reaper comes to collect that even he will be sad to see her leave!” He toasts before knocking his shot back. “To the Goddess,” The six other men salute before they too kick back their shot. A smile spreads across my lips as I tilt my head back and take my shot.

Shots after shots were taken, soon enough words slurred together, and drunken arguments were being fought. “I’M TELLING YOU, I WON THAT RACE AND YOU DAMN WELL KNEW IT!” Seokjin yells at his prodigy from across the room. I laugh drunkenly at the offended face Jungkook made. “I’M JK! I DON’T LOSE TO OLD MEN LIKE YOU!” He shouts back, I laugh harder as Jin stands up and points an accusing finger at him before going off.

After my laughter dies I look back at Jungkook who’s staring at me from across the room. I look down at my shot glass awkwardly before glancing back up hoping he still wasn’t looking at me. He still stares at me, his eyes are swirling and I’m too drunk to tell with what.

“Namjoon,” I whisper over to the older man. Namjoon hums over the rim of his shot glass. “Why is he staring at me?” I question in a hush tone, “Who?” Namjoon questions, “Jungkook!” I whisper harshly. Namjoon glances over at Jungkook and back at me. A realization clicked in his mind at some point because he started laughing. “What? What is it!” I demand pulling on his arm.

Namjoon continues to laugh before planting a sloppy kiss on my forehead, “You know He once confessed how long he’s looked for a place to worship, and you my little goddess are bringing him to his knees.” He spoke cryptically. “I DON’T UNDERSTAND YOUR PHILOSOPHY JOON!” I whine loudly. My outburst causes the entire room to erupt in laughter.

I huff and start pouring myself shots, four shots later I find myself in the bathroom hovering over the toilet. I whine as my stomach turns and twists. I struggle to hold my hair back as I finally throw up. It only lasts a minute before I pull myself up, My hair everywhere but still thankfully clean. I turn and flush the toilet but I catch the figure of someone standing in the doorway of the bathroom. My eyes widened as Jungkook stood there in shock.

“How long have you been standing there?” I question meekly with a grimace, not really wanting to hear his answer. “Longer than you’d like.” He muses before stepping in and closing the door behind him. Jungkook pulls out a rag and runs it under hot water before squatting down beside me. He brushes a few strands of hair out of my face before gently wiping around my mouth.

“You know if it wasn't totally unethical, I would totally blackmail you with this,” He teases with a small smile. “Because you're a shining beacon of ethics aren’t you?” I mumble sarcastically. Jungkook doesn’t get to answer before my stomach turns again and I’m bending back over the toilet. This time Jungkook is holding my hair and pulling it back for me as I continue to puke my guts out.

This time after I pull back my stomach feels better, less upset than the last time. I relax when the pain subdues, Jungkook flushes the toilet before wiping my face off again. “Thanks,” I mumble sluggishly, “Are you feeling a bit better?” He questions. I nod my head, “Come on, let's get you cleaned up and into a bed,” He chuckles. I nod my head as Jungkook is lifting me up to my feet, he folds down the top of the toilet before guiding me down to sit on it.

He bends back down and digs out a blue toothbrush, he then quickly runs it under water and adds toothpaste before handing it to me. As I brush my teeth a knock comes from the door, “(Y/n)? Baby girl? Are you okay in there?” Namjoon’s voice calls out from behind the door. “NAM-BOOM” I whine with a toothpaste filled mouth. Jungkook opens the door and Namjoon steps in, he shoots Jungkook a curious look before glancing at me.

“Walked in on her throwing up. I held her hair up for her and I was trying to get her cleaned up before I put her into one of the beds.” Jungkook summarizes. I nodded my head along with him and held my hands out for Joon. I made grabby hands at him, desperately wanting to hug him. Namjoon chuckles at me, “Alright Baby girl I get it. Why don’t you let kookie get you to bed hmm?” He smiles. “Want hug!” I demand, “Kookie can give you hugs, I’m going to go back down stairs okay?” He smiles softly as he eases himself out of the room. I whine loudly not wanting him to go.

I pout when the door finally closes, Jungkook lets out a long sigh before taking me by my hands and lifting me off the toilet seat and over to the sink. I spit out the toothpaste and rinse my mouth. Jungkook uses his sleeve to wipe my mouth. “I want Namjoon,” I mumble sleepy, “I know,” He answers. “Please?” I beg, “Not right now okay? I’ll get him when you get to bed.” He promises. “But...Namjoon, he promised.” I whimper, my chest tightens and my shoulders grow heavy as my eyes water. Giant globs of tears are rolling down my cheeks.

“HEY! HEY! IT’S OKAY! NAMJOON IS RIGHT DOWN STAIRS!” Jungkook panics. “I want Namjoon!” I blubber out as my throat opens and closes tightly. “I know, I know,” He tries to sooth. “NAMJOON!” I scream before becoming a sobbing mess. “Baby! Baby look at me,” Jungkook demands cupping my cheeks with his hands to get and keep my attention. “It’s going to be okay, because when Namjoon isn’t here to take care of you I will, okay?” He questions, I stiffly nod my head as my crying slows down to hiccups.

Jungkook lets out a small sigh of relief as my sobbing stops, but My lip still trembles. Jungkook huffs before pulling me into a hug, I wrap my arms around him in sloppy fashion. I nuzzle myself into his warm body, instantly getting cozy with his cologne and heat. “Alright baby, bedtime.” He mumbles, “I don’t wanna,” I grumble. “Well you gotta.” He resorts, “Can’t make me,” I shot back.

“But I can,” He smirks, I don’t get to fire back before he’s reaching under me and scooping me up. I screech at the attraction as he opens the door and carries me down the hallway. He carries me into the first bedroom, flops me down on the bed. I squeal out a giggle as I land and bounce on the bed. “AGAIN!” I squeal, holding my hands out for him. “No ma’am, it’s bedtime.” He chuckles, I pout “M'not sleepy,” I mumble. “Then how about you just lay in bed until you are hmm?” He questions. I shook my head, “Don’t wanna, I wanna see Joonie.” I smile before sitting up and push myself to the edge of the bed. I don’t get past standing up before Jungkook has an arm hooking around my waste and tosses me back on the bed. “I said no, now listen.” He spoke sternly.

“You're not my dad, I killed him.” I babble, Jungkook is silenced for a minute. “Do you want me to go get Namjoon then? He’ll be angry you're not listening.” He threatens and crosses his arm. I shrink down and look away, “No, I’ll be good.” I mumble crawling further into the bed and into the blankets. I sulk as I turn and face away from him, Jungkook lets out a long sigh before walking over to the other side of the bed to face me. I grumble and turn over again. “Baby, come on.” He whispers, I don’t answer him and continue the silent treatment.

Until I felt the dip and seconds after an arm wrap around me and pull me back into a chest. “M'sorry,” He whispers, I glance at him still not speaking a word. “I’m sorry,” He repeats more clearly and presses a kiss to my shoulder. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” He chants pressing kisses everywhere he can with each sorry. A reluctant giggle slips through my lips at the actions, I turn and wrap my arm around him before snuggling into him. I take advantage of the warmth and soak up as much as I can.

I feel my eyes droop and sleep make an appearance. Jungkook’s voice says something but I don’t process the words as I slip into sleep.

I wake up with a pounding headache, I groan as light scorns me. Rolling over I’m met with a warm wall, a quick glance up I see the messy hair of Namjoon. Disregarding the fact that he’s in the same bed as me I bury my head into the first nook I find to get away from the light.

“Baby,” Namjoon rasps, I hum in acknowledgement but refuse to uncover my face. “Come on, up.” He mumbles pushing my shoulder, I moan in protest. “Come on Baby girl, we gotta get heading home soon.” He grunts pushing onto my back. I hiss as the light smacks me in the face. I roll back over only this time away from Namjoon, “You know, I bet Jin is cooking breakfast.” He muses.

I turn to look at Namjoon, silently judging if he is lying or not. I can’t tell sadly, so I decide to take the risk and get up anyway. Namjoon laughs as I pull myself out of bed, “Just be glad I’m not sending Jungkook in here after you.” He teases. I felt my nerves spike and on reflex I grab the closest thing, a pillow, and chuck it at his head.

While Namjoon continues to have his laugh I exit the room and walk to the bathroom where I clean the remains of my makeup off. After I finish cleaning myself up I wander down the stairs and, by some grace of god, find Seokjin humming away as he cooks in the kitchen. Upon entering I met with the sky smirk of Taehyung. “There she is! I was afraid you’d throw up more this morning.” He teases.

I send him a seething look as Yoongi sips his coffee, but I can see the small smirk itched onto his lips. “Don’t you have some poor soul to torment Greed?” I snap, Taehyung sends me a boyish smile and leans his head onto his hand. “Not until 12 darling.” He chimes.

“Don’t mind him darling, he’s just feeling a bit more provocative this morning.” Jimin scoffs as he enters the room. He presses a kiss to my cheek as he passes but lands a light slap to the back of Taehyung’s head when he moves over to sit at the table.

“Don’t start simping for her now Jimin, I’ve trained her well enough that she won’t fall for your pretty words.” Namjoon calls as he enters the room. Jimin’s pretty lips form a small pout, “Cold of you to assume I would stoop so low.” He snips.

“There is no such thing as too low when it comes to you chim,” Hoseok chimes from his place at the table. Jimin rolls his eyes and continues to make himself tea. Namjoon pats my head before moving past me to the coffee maker, Namjoon filles two cups before putting in cream and sugar.

Namjoon passes me a cup before he too places himself at the table. I follow his lead and sit myself between Jimin and Taehyung. From the table I watch Jungkook stumble into the room with a dazed look and messy bed hair. He yawns and digs a hand up his sweatshirt to scratch his chest.

“You look like you’ve been run over.” Jin comments with a laugh, “I didn’t know I look like you when I roll out of bed.” Jungkook mumbles. I choke on my drink as the comment comes out of Jungkook’s mouth. Jimin pats my back worriedly as I watch Jin wave a spatula in Jungkook’s face as he scolds on how to respect his elders and that he himself is in fact very handsome.

“So I heard that you little goddess are planning to build your own car? Do you have any idea what model you want?” Yoongi smirks, I shrug glancing down at my coffee. “Maybe something the same year as Namjoon.” mumble, “I think it would be easier on me since I already know how to drive a car like Monster.” I continue.

Yoongi nods in agreement, “Well, if she wants something like Namjoon I’m sure you two can figure it out. But if you want something fast and exotic come on over to me.” Hoseok grins with a wink.

“How about a Monte Carlo? The 1972 Monte Carlo is pretty on par with the 1970 challenger,” yoongi suggests. I glance over to Namjoon and see him nodding along with him. “I think we can get our hands on an old Monte Carlo.” He smirks, “Would I get to pick the color?” I question. “I don’t see why you wouldn’t, Hell I’m sure if you wanted Yoongi could paint your bike the same color.” Namjoon shrugs.

“Wait (y/n) is getting a bike!” Taehyung yelps to his mentor, “You really think I’d let her drive around that piece of crap she came with?” Yoongi scoffs. “I want a bike too!” Taehyung groans, “You don’t even know how to drive one.” Jungkook points out. “(y/n) can teach me,” Tae smirks.

My eyes widened at his declaration, “Hold on!” I wave. “I didn’t agree to anything.” I address, “If Tae is getting taught, I want to, too!” Jimin speaks up. “Bullshit, I want her to teach me!” Jungkook argues. I groan and let my head fall against the table. “Don’t worry baby girl, you have plenty of time to teach them all.” Namjoon laughs. I shoot him a nasty glare, but he returns my unspoken insult with a smug smile.

Jin intervenes by setting down plate after plate of food. I thank him quickly before stuffing my face. “At least someone knows how to show appreciation,” Jin sighs dramatically. The six other men roll their eyes before they sooth his ego by thanking him.

After breakfast Namjoon and the older men clean it up. While I and the youngest take to cleaning up the house. When everyone was finished we said our goodbyes before we all loaded up into our cars. The drive home was long since we traveled the long way back to the garage to avoid any cops, who flooded the streets after last night’s incident.

Getting home felt like a splash of cold water, I glance at Namjoon as he turns on all the lights. “This is home now,” I whisper, “Don’t kid yourself baby girl. This has always been home.” Namjoon snips with a smug smile. My laugh bounces off the walls of the living room, “Yeah, I guess you're right,” I grin.

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ahundredtimesover · 2 years ago

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So my favorite YouTube twin reactors (Jared & Jordan) finally reacted to Daechwita and goddddd the satisfaction I get when I watch other people be blown away by songs and performances that blow me away. 🤩🤩

And that got me thinking - what are BTS songs that blow your mind and drive you mad and think, wow they really did something like this (production-wise, lyrics, performance… the whole package)? Give me 7 and let me know why! And note, this is completely different from a favorite BTS songs list (I’d probably be ranting heavily about this)

Mine would be:

Blood, Sweat, and Tears - literally every time it plays, I feel like it’s the first time I’m hearing it. The whole thing is so damn sexy.

Save Me - the contrast of the simplicity of the MV with the complexity of the song with its EDM vibe but it’s still somehow so raw and emotional drives me wild. And black cap, skinny jeans Jin still haunts my dreams.

Fake Love - the instrumental (and the transition to the song during performances) is so ominous and haunting. It’s amazing how this song gives me literal chills. Also, JK’s abs.

Tear - the way I hear the whole song literally on the first note. It’s just so meaningful and emotional and the green lighting, rm’s crazy rapping, suga’s ‘getting shot’ actions, and j-hope’s panting give me all the feels

Serendipity - I would inject this song, this MV, this performance, and this Jimin in my veins if I could. I am so, so in love with this song I can’t explain it

Black Swan - it’s such a raw song and it feels stripped down but not at the same time. Like FL, it’s so haunting (also bc the movie played with my mind a bit). It’s a masterpiece that I think took bts to a whole other universe

Dis-ease - the vibe is so nostalgic yet so unique, so funky and old school but also so new. And that bridge is just so, so insane with the way the vocal line was transitioning

#mimi things #mimi rambles #drop in my inbox I miss u all 🥺

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jimin-bangtan · 11 months ago

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*Closer Than This* Thoughts...

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As all of the BTS members have now gone to the military, old & new content continues to be released. With that, more has been revealed & discussed about Jimin’s difficult start. [See my Chameleon Park Jimin posts in the archive for a detailed overview.] Recently, I was reminded of an older conversation Jimin had with Suga about his voice. Jimin was explaining to Suga that he had repeatedly told ‘them’ (the company?) that he wanted to sing. He said that he even wrote his own lyrics for them to hear [in order to convince them (?)]. He explained that they kept telling him to rap, even though he felt he couldn’t. He then declared to Suga that, as a result, he couldn’t (he felt) do either one. And this conversation was happening as they were already in the throes of publicly performing, with Jimin being debuted as a main singer. Hm? Trained as a rapper but debuted as a singer. Your guess is as good as mine.

In a new group documentary, Beyond The Star, BangPD (creator of Big Hits & BTS) said, in so many words, that he knew Jimin was undertrained ("incomplete") since he had only recently arrived at the company, & that he was reluctant to debut Jimin at that time with the newly forming group, BTS. Others were insistent that JM be included. A few years later, while in Hawaii, V read a publicly-shared letter to JM, where he said back then the company had pulled him in for a meeting and asked if he would like JM to debut with the team. V said he was happy to be able to tell them that he would love to have a friend as good as JM on his team. It sounds as though the company may have had a meeting with all of the members & had asked about including JM, so their comments, as well as whoever else was insisting, were instrumental in allowing undertrained JM to debut with BTS.

In a recent interview RM says that if JM had not been included, it would have been “a disaster”. I agree because JM ended up being, and still is, a defining factor and stand-out in the group. He had the unique talents and willingness to sacrifice a lot in order to bring attention and variability to the team.

I feel that JMs start, which put him behind from the beginning, created a feeling in him that he constantly needed to be proving himself worthy. His talent and input was often dismissed and brushed aside because his status wasn’t taken as seriously at first as it should have been & because his talent hadn’t been trained and fostered to show the extent to which it would eventually grow. He often was not even officially credited for contributions we later happened to find out through comments and conversations in passing. For example, RM sharing that JM had the original musical concept for Fake Love, Jin mentioning that JM actually came up with the melody for Blood, Sweat, & Tears, and JM himself explaining that he wrote the bridge for Dis-ease. Jimin also came up with the visually-gratifying hat trick done with JK for the Bulletproof, pt 2 stage, in which he also did the memorable aerial flip over JHope in the choreography.

In BTS’s book, Beyond The Stage, it was explained that JM nervously answered BangPD honestly that he didn’t like a part of the song DNA that BangPD, the boss, had written. When BangPD re-wrote it, as a result of feedback, it became one of their first bigger hits. Jimin often suggests changes and ideas that become valuable and noteworthy. This creativity was shown in his own documentary for the making of his first solo album, FACE, as well as in the behind the scenes footage from his #ThisIsJimin dance series and from both of his album’s dance videos.

In same conversation mentioned above, BangPD was reflecting about how differently (badly?) things might have gone if he had been stubborn and kept JM back - even if for good reason. While the group would have suffered, JM might have been spared the injuries, humiliation, and frustration he endured by being debuted without the full preparation he needed. However, JM made the best of it, and the rest is history still being written. BTS would not be the same without any one of them and might not have been as successful as they became if one had been missing.

How does this relate to Closer Than This (CTT), you ask? I’m glad you asked.

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Well, CTT is a beautiful song that was written by Jimin at the same time he was creating his album FACE. The opening scenes of the official video showed the same timing and surroundings where the “Smeraldo Garden Marching Band” (Jimin & his production team) created the outstanding album. The translated dialogue showed, “This really is a fan song.” With that said, I was never fully convinced that Letter is a fans’ song [See my Letter post .], and I am going to share the unpopular opinion and say I’m not fully convinced CTT is only a fans’ song either. I think JM is a wonder at creating melody, and I believe he is also a wonder at writing lyrics that have meanings with multiple interpretations. There may have been a need to develop this type of thinking in visual and lyrical senses, based on his life circumstances and maybe on his own poetic way of thinking.

As the song plays, the video then displays a collage of memories: photos, videos, drawings, and animations. I have heard only one other person say this, but if you go back to Jimin’s Japan travel vlog from 2017, you see drawings he did and/or included for the visuals. I wondered if the similar drawings you see in the CTT video aren’t done by (or inspired by) Jimin as well. The part that relates to this writing is when he included images of himself, crying on stage in (I think) Brazil because he wasn’t able to sing well due to illness then the overflow of emotions when fans helped to fill in and sing for him. I have said in previous posts that I look forward to the day when Jimin is described without always referring to the struggles he had. If you read my Chameleon Park Jimin posts and the start of this post, you see many of his struggles were created by external factors & forces, although there were internal issues for him to overcome as well, as we all do as we grow up.

I would have thought JM would have been bothered by those images or that moment, but assuming he had full creative control of the video, he included that moment as part of this story. I can’t explain how proud I am of that choice and decision. Jimin had told us a while ago in a VLive that he doesn’t mind his mistakes and that he learns from them and moves on. There was a time when he seemed in doubt of his skills, was suffering in pain, and hadn’t matured to a place of understanding that mistakes do not define you - especially if you don’t allow them to. At that time mistakes seemed to weigh heavier on him.

I should have known better than to doubt Park Jimin because he has always been so open (sometimes too open imo) about his struggles and what he felt were his shortcomings. He never shied away from or denied them. He only said he would work harder and do better, which he certainly did. This is one of the many reasons I admire him so much.

In spite of his and BTS’s achievements and success, JM still shows that same humility and wisdom in being willing to grow and improve. He recently said that he is going to take training back to the start, specifically for singing, in order to strengthen the skills he already has. I imagine he is working to be more confident in his live singing and perhaps to be certain he is using healthy singing techniques in order to ensure consistent live performances and to avoid vocal injury.

As is Jimin, his emotional acuity allowed him to know that he needed to address the military absence head on and acknowledge our concerns and sadness. While he is the one actually enduring the difficult situation, he also realized that he needed to leave us with encouragement and comfort too. The song, Closer Than This, is a catchy bop, as people call them, that shows off JM’s vocals, songwriting skills, and musicality. Even though it is reminiscing throughout and addressing the fact that he will need to be gone for a while, it is also hopeful and appreciative. It really was the perfect balance and was presented at the perfect time after their departure and at a perfect time of year.

Even though it appears that CTT was written and developed before JM was presented with Army’s gift song Love Letter (LL) for BTS’s Festa 2023, the 2 songs work perfectly together. They have similar reminiscing themes, showing memories from the past. They are both beautifully performed songs that have an underlying sadness but with an overlying sweet, hopeful, encouraging concept. While the one from fans (LL) tells BTS, we’ll be here waiting for them, the other from Jimin (CTT) tells fans he’ll (they’ll) be back and he’ll (they’ll) never let us go. It was a much appreciated gesture and gift from Jimin, who is known to be a very generous, thoughtful, and empathetic person.

I wish all of them well in completing their military service and look forward to their successful return.

#Jimin #Park Jimin #BTS Jimin #Jimin Closer Than This #Bangtan Jimin

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jellieclogs · 11 months ago

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explaining my kpop lore

inspired by a tweet I made, we’re talking about seventeen, bts, got7, nct, and more!

so first of all, i consistently lied about how long I was into kpop because when I had a huge active Twitter account, you were seen as cooler if you were into it in your older days. so let’s just make that clear…oomfs I’m sorry </3 it’s been around 8 years or so (2015) is when I actually got into it. but I always used to say 2013.

anyway, I got into kpop right around when seventeen released their shining diamond EP. I stumbled upon them on YouTube and someone reacting to their shining diamond MV. I watched so many of their old predebut videos and very quickly they were the very first group I absolutely adored, and I only got into kpop social media after I started making edits of them on vine. before that I was exclusively following them through YouTube videos. i have always been a jun/scoups/VERNON lover but as of lately i don’t keep up with them actively.

my favorite songs by seventeen are simple, pretty u, HABIT (untouchable FLAWLESS track), Q&A, and change up!!

so after getting introduced to kpop by seventeen, I was then introduced to bts, got7, exo. I went through a serious and intense bts phase, like it was bad. had those black debut jerseys in my Amazon cart and everything like 😭

now, I was 13 years old here, so of course I was a bit obsessed with these men. i probably have thousands of pictures of jimin and jungkook saved in my google photos. yes it’s embarrassing but honestly, i was so happy i think it’s okay that i was a cringe 13 year old. as for my favorite members, i went through a phase with yoongi, hoseok, jimin, and jungkook 😭 i feel that because i loved this group so much my favorite really changed a lot, i liked them all equally. like during my discovery of bts, i immediately liked jimin, but during the i need u/run (hyyh) era I liked jungkook a lot, then during wings i was very attached to hoseok and yoongi </3 for a while now though, jungkook has been my favorite :)

my list of favorite bts songs is a huge list, but here it is; (using the Spotify titles because I forgot the hangul/romanization for them) tomorrow (top 5 for sure), just one day, butterfly, silver spoon, embarrassed, young forever, lie, reflection (also top 5), spring day, stigma, cypher 4, best of me, truth untold, singularity, black swan, boy with luv, fake love, SEESAW (top 3. argue with the wall.), you never walk alone, my time, and lots more. im not gonna say their discography is flawless, because every group has their stinkers, BUT bts is one of those groups I can just shuffle and most songs I won’t skip because I like them that much.

personally, I could make an entire post about wings and how insanely good that entire era was. I’m sure some kpop group has done the concept of every member having their own track before, but since I wasn’t into kpop before 2015, this is the first time it was presented to me. and it was done SO god damn well. i was obsessed with any and all fan theories, counting down to the next teaser, and lost my mf MARBLES when I finally watched blood sweat and tears for the first time. that era and album, the concept, the visuals, the MUSIC, FLAWLESSLY done. like do you hear that dissonance on lie? are you kidding me??? the strings?? tae’s voice on stigma????!!??!??!? I am so not normal about reflection, it’s very bad for meee!! it’s insane the production tha went into those tracks, they are ALL so good..the only songs I’m skipping on that album is just am i wrong and 2,3! THATS IT. YEAH, WE BUMPING INTERLUDE:WINGS TOO!

im still holding onto the hope that I can see them perform live someday. they are a group really special to me despite whatever infuriating fan wars were happening on Twitter in 2016/17. also just REALLY wanna hear the black swan into fake love transition like i just know that will change my life forever….

moving onto exo! I think I found them before BTS, but it wasn’t that much before. just like slightly, like I discovered EXO right before I discovered BTS. I was really sad because, by the time I discovered EXO, kris had already left the group. he was the one who caught my eye the most, which was in the mama exo-m music video. but i moved on from that and jongin was always my bias, it never changed. i did have a brief stint liking xiumin but I don’t think my bias ever rlly changed. i didn’t listen to as much of their music but i feel that their discography is a little timeless honestly, disregarding some interesting tracks…(looking at you wolf..)

my favorite exo songs are; what is love!! insanely good. moonlight, mama, playboy, el dorado (top 5 for sure😭), black pearl, shes dreaming, artificial love, MONSTER!!!!!!!, lucky one, obsession, the eve, SWEET LIES !!!! sad what their company’s management has done to exo as a whole but I still really enjoy their music. I recently watched their episode of killing voice and while I didn’t know many of the songs they sung, it’s always so nice to hear their voices. it’s always really great vocals from kyungsoo and suho. another group I really liked was monsta x, favorite members were always shownu and wonho <3 I did get to see them live on July 16, 2017! hyungwon was sick so he wasn’t there :( but it was an amazing night. i discovered so many new songs by MX and after that concert they were solidified as one of my favorite boy groups ever. some of my fave MX songs: perfect girl, from zero, fighter!!! (so INSANE live) dramarama, now or never, tropical night, shine forever, miss you, beautiful, STUCK!!!!, and beautiful! the clan was also an era I really really liked, the cinematic videos they had were amazing!!!

nct was a group i was lucky enough to watch debut which I feel their debut was INSANE. i can’t believe how early on mark lee established himself as an actually GOOD rapper. there’s a lot of boys in nct so i had a lot of ‘em that I really liked, but mainly taeyong, jaehyun, and doyoung. i really liked the concept of their sub units, the dreamies were so young when they debuted and it was a treat to watch them grow as artists. i know exactly where I was when I listened to the 7th sense, fire truck, and chewing gum for the first time. i unfortunately do not know too many of their newer stuff besides title tracks but i really like a lot of the stuff that they put out.

my fave nct songs: wake up (SO underrated), the 7th sense, boss, baby don’t stop, black on black, cherry bomb, SUN&MOON (had like a 30 second clip of this song as my pinned tweet for months. it genuinely changed my life hearing this for the first time), 0 mile, baby don’t like it, limitless, kick it, Pandora’s box, nonstop, punch, life is still going on 💛, we go up, chewing gum, ridin, and regular!!

i also really liked day6, my favorite member was jae and my favorite song of all time will always be i smile!! I saw them live and heard shoot me for the first time it was CRAZY. other songs I really liked were; I would, i wait, letting go, blood, sing me, and somehow.

honorable mentions of really good boy group or soloist songs I was obsessed with vixx - shangri-la vixx - fantasy wanna one - energetic shinee - odd eye (PEAK) shinee - 1 of 1 shinee - don’t stop shinee - replay agust d - tony montana agust d - agust d block b - her hotshot - jelly

alright time for my big one!! i actively followed got7 since 2015 when I discovered them. by this time they had JUST released just right, and what an insanely good video to introduce someone new to them 😭 so perfectly cute and catchy, like how could you not fall in love? And with the sea of content i had with all the real got7 episodes it’s like it was destined for them to be my favorite group of all time. And it’s crazy the absolute whiplash I got that same year when they got all dark and released if you do!!!! both such amazing AMAZING songs to be released in one year.

I’m gonna go ahead and skip my Twitter career as an ahgase, including the exposé thread on mark’s friends which blew up my account (looking back it’s weird for me as a 14 year old to police whom he was friends with, and the mf I exposed mark is still friends with him sooo…anyway) it’s long and a little embarrassing but just know I was ride or fucking die for got7 on Twitter. i was on there everyday, counting down the days to their next comeback, live tweeting during vlive streams, sending out thousands of tweets a day to vote for them on award shows, crying and screaming and terrorizing the timeline anytime mark so much as breathed in a cute way.

speaking of which, got7 is another group that my love for them was so big, it migrated around to almost every member. i of course always loved mark and made that very known, but there were times when i was tweeting just a bit more about yugyeom, or jackson, or bambam, or (surprisingly) jaebeom.

my experience definitely changed after I saw them live for the first time in the pit in Miami. it was pretty life changing and i know I say that a lot, but it was first concert EVER and i was so excited and happy. i cried immediately when they came out singing let me. got to do photo op for them (my amazing mommy allowed me to experience this) the picture has me sitting with jaebeom posing cutely above me. i was wearing like a weird thrasher shirt with a navy blue striped shirt under it and had very old and raggedy braids…I was going through a rough time financially. i got to see them again in Newark in 2019!! I didn’t get to do a photo op that time, but I was a lot cuter in my outfit.

for this music section, you can view my favorite got7 song from every album (excluding jpn releases). I’m that in love with their music, YUP!

and there we have it. comprehensive post of my kpop “lore” with lots of stuff left out. I made so many amazing friends through kpop and despite the reputation kpop groups and fans have, I really loved being in an active community of people especially ahgases. lots of love to all my friends, nutdonalds my first gc of friends who made stan Twitter something worth coming back to every single day, cunt7 my best friends that I wouldn’t trade for the fucking world, leo who was my first best friend i met irl and showed me so much kindness always. and all the friends that stayed in contact with me after I kind of fell out of the kpop Twitter life, you all know who you are. 🩷

#got7 #kpop #bts

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jmdbjk · 1 year ago

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#FOR FREE

I see Joon's feet trending under the #FOR FREE tag but excuse me? We got THIS FOR FREE for thirty plus minutes?

I'm still very speechless.

Jimin playing hard to get.

Jimin telling JK needed to go to sleep because he had schedules later that day, basically making sure JK stayed on-task.

Jimin saying he STILL gets scolded by JK.

Jimin shutting down any ideas of a live with JK.

DAMMIT JIMIN YOU WERE LOOKING FOR SOMEONE TO DO A LIVE WITH A FEW MONTHS AGO COME ONNNNNNN!?!?!?!

Yes, JK literally has tried to lure Jimin with food, beer, working out, beefcake (flexed his bicep), he's asked coyly, assertively and begged unabashedly. Even Armys tried to convince Jimin.

The comparisons of this to Seven's MV are hilarious... yup, next thing we'll see is JK faking his own death serenading Jimin from his casket.

"Come on Jimin, let me come over, I'll bring my shower stuff and we can do it in the shower... I mean from the shower... or just whatever, pleeeeeeez...."

Knowing Jimin's default is naked while at home and him texting JK a pic? Please can y'all stop sending dick pics to each other while we are watching?

K-Army is saying the tone of voice JK was using, the context, the polite/casual speech they both used was off the charts couply. A lot of us are international Army and all we see are straight up dry translations and can't really understand how important all those things are in communicating in Korean society. It is easy for I-Armys to interpret the dry translations differently than how Koreans interpret them. I depend a lot on what K-Army says and defer to them as to how to interpret Jimin and Jungkook's relationship.

But seriously, even I could tell JK was speaking in satoori when he was chiding Jimin about saying he wasn't in condition to do a live... "we don't worry about that Jimin, we just do it when we feel like it."

Jimin: "you've forgotten what my personality is like"

I can hear Jimin now... "I don't have any makeup on..." Jimin-ssi. Please. Slip off your chelsea boots, leave your hair alone and relax a little. It's not like you've NEVER done a live before with no makeup and bed head.

We have JK on one side being the free-spirit/in-the-moment-go-with-the-mood vibe and Jimin on the other side being rigid and in total control of everything.

I'm still salty because Jimin censored himself during his Face album live when he realized there were young people watching as he was about to explain his concept of looking in the bathroom mirror in the Like Crazy MV.

I see a collision happening with these two mindsets and I think Jimin sees it too hahahahaha! "I'M SCARED OF YOU!" he doesn't know what kind of shenanigans will happen when they are together on a live because we also know Jimin LOVES HIS JK and can't resist climbing all over him when they are together!

Who could resist that:

Jungkook swapped the stud in his newest lip piercing for another lip ring and he re-pierced his right ear and the jewelry is very pretty. The earrings have a very fine chain hanging from the first to the last hoop. Edgy and delicate at the same time.

We have expectations now for his next live. Keep moving those chains JK! Maybe joking about a live while showering is not such a joke after all.... I'm kinda scared too, Jimin.

JK's July 27 live:

I had started a blog post about the July 27 two and a half hour live but NOOOOoooOOOOOooo, JK has moved the line again with the naked-in-the-bed live, so it's almost pointless to blog about the one from the previous day now.

Except I was thrilled when he responded to my ask if he had seen Jimin's Barbie guitar. What a thrill to interact with him in real time... I'm still just... wow ...

But a few things I took away from that two and a half hour live:

JK getting so emotional when he watched and listened to the Army Love Letter song. I broke down in tears as soon as I saw him being overcome.

And the live translating is not automated, its done by real people:

About 15 minutes into this purple 2.5 hour live, someone must have asked about Tae's album because JK says yes, he's heard a few songs and they're good. I am very excited to hear what Tae has created, especially after seeing the music critic say it is something unexpected. Of course, Tae's love for Bing Crosby-ish vibes could be what he's talking about and that wouldn't surprise me if that's the direction Tae goes. Later, someone in the comments asked if Tae would do a Seven dance challenge with him and he said Tae wouldn't do it. Why not Tae? Hmmphf. Fine.

Anyway...

Right before logging out, JK sang Jimin's Dear.Army (Letter) swaying back and forth so sweetly!!!! It was so beautiful. Might be the closest we come to hearing them singing it together. He loves that song.

Tomorrow we get to watch JK's episode of Suchwita and the day after that we will see him on Inkagayo.

All of that and I still think about Jimin and Jungkook had a camera crew with them on that dang boat in Connecticut a few weeks ago... if it was for a Seven TikTok, shouldn't it have been out by now?... so where will we eventually see that? Hmmmmmm???

#lmao jk said “yo bro whassup bro?”#i say YO BRO WHO GOT YOU SMILIN LIKE THAT???#i kinda think its adorable that jimin feels naked without makeup #2023-7-26: JK changes new stud to lip ring and re-pierces right ear #FOR FREE #jikook #kookmin #minkook

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jboofan · 2 years ago

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That's something wrong with Manager Kim part 9

“I don’t hate him.” YN looked at the still passed out Yoongi on the floor. "I just don't like him much either."

“Okayy.” Jin wouldn’t get anywhere by insulting her, he reminded himself.

“Honestly, Seok, I really need your help.”

She took a foot, and lightly nudged his ankle, but he didn't respond. She poked his ass cheek with the slipper but he was still out cold.

"Shouldn't we, I dunno, try and wake him?"

“Meh, he'll eventually wake up," he shooed the idea away, "but you need to tell what the heck is going on, and why you are desperate to get your wagon hitched to the world's palest idol. Tell me everything.”

So she did. And watched his eyes grow rounder as the story progressed.

“You lied about having a fiancée for career advancement?”

“You make it sound like that’s a bad thing. And in my defense I said someone." She shook her head at him.

“What were you thinking?” he scolded her.

“Obviously, I wasn’t. I wasn’t thinking they’d actually want to meet this man, anyway.”

She slammed the fridge door shut with her hip before cracking open a can of Coke.

“I cannot believe any company in this millennium thinks it’s okay to withhold promotions based on a person’s marital status.”

She shook her head. “It’s antiquated and wrong, and exactly what she would do."

Jin snatched the coke and emptied it into a glass, not before calling her an animal. "What are you thinking in the big old head of yours?"

She was clearly thinking deep legal thoughts. “The whole thing’s all but illegal. I could sue them?”

She looked so hopeful he almost laughed.

“No. You cannot sue your own parents. No matter how much you want the VP job.”

YN rolled her eyes at him.

“Why did I even bother asking you for your help you dumb llama.”

“I was hoping you might know a nice, unattached man, somebody smart and classy who would be good hubby-of-the-VP material. Who might enjoy coming out to a few business occasions and posing as my fiancée. Then, after I get the VP job, we’d quietly split.”

His face creased as though he’d tasted something bad; like pineapple in his rice.

“If I knew just how badly this situation has spiralled I’d—”

She put up her free hand to stop him from interrupting.

“Never mind. It was a long shot. That my own flesh and blood would help me. And right now I really don’t need a lecture, either. Let’s forget we had this conversation and I sincerely hope Jimin orders pineapple rice for you.”

Jin gasped dramatically, eyes like slits. "That was heinous."

"And you deserved it mummy's boy. Now, I must go and find someone else that will be able to solve my problems. She's cut me off. I can only use my cards for work things. How am I supposed to live?"

"You've got shit loads of money. Just use that," Jin suggested.

"I can't touch that trust fund for another year. I never thought I'd be in this situation, otherwise I would never have locked all that money away years ago."

Jin, against his better judgement watched her check Yoongi, who they'd placed on the sofa and then she decided to leave.

YN turned to head outside when his hand shot out and grabbed her arm.

“Wait.”

She turned back, hoping he had grown some brotherly love for her.

“Believe it or not, I do know think Yoongi would be desperate enough to do this, if you help him in return.”

“Really?”

Jin nodded.

“His parents have been hounding him to settled down. But he's ignored it for years.”

“I don't really have him pegged as the husband type, but desperate times and all that.. It's just fake shit anyway.”

She felt sorry for his parents, when their son was such an asshole for most of his adult life.

"He's actually really sweet," Jin explained, "Maybe this could be the start of something good."

This time she laughed. Laughed hard with a tear in her eye when she listened to her brother.

"Are we talking about the same Miserable Min who, incase you've forgotten fainted when I asked him to be my fiancé? Had me iron his socks and his teddy covered underwear?? Had made me run the most stupid of errands all just to get me to quit. The man who has thirty three bullet points about food and drink, ten points about how he must be woken up in the mornings, not to mention what he will or will not do? That Min Yoongi?"

The more she thought about it, the more she talked herself out of it.

Both of them hadn't heard Yoongi stir, and come to, or that he had heard the last bits of their conversation.

"I'll do it and support you financially for the next year," they heard.

Both siblings turned to see that Yoongi had indeed risen from the dead, as he stood there disheveled.

"But I didn't even get to explain before you passed out. It's not all that straightforward, and the more I think about it? You know what, don't rush take your time and think about it."

"I made you faint, and you made me pass out. So we are even. But I have rules of my own."

YN felt like her world had suddenly transformed from a bleak black-and-white film into a bright, happy Technicolor K drama blockbuster.

Yoongi watched her.

Bang YN was bright, studious, a little shy, which was fine. She’d lived abroad her entire life, which suggested a level of sophistication. The way she could handle herself? Impeccable. How her body fit her outfits? Delicious. And the fact she could cook? The boys were going to wet themselves when they found out that she was all his. Well, not for real anyway.

YN smiled back at Yoongi. He had money, more than braincells and she thought she knew him inside out. The fact he was agreeing to fund her for the next year, and simultaneously save her from her mother?

Yoongi didn’t know it yet, but he’d just become her perfect fake fiancée.

"Like I said, maybe think about it."

It was almost as though she was trying to put him off.

"There's nothing to think about."

YN looked at him, sceptical. "I told you who I really am, you fainted when I told you my problem, and you say there is nothing to think about? There is ALOT to think about Yongo Bongo."

Yoongi looked at her blankly and it irked her that she couldn't get a read off him.

"I'm not manager Kim. I'm Chairman Bang. And you're okay with that?"

If he was honest, he wasn't sure what to think. His simple little brain only computed that YN had asked for help. Asked him for help. And if he helped her, she would stay here. Or, he doesn't and she leaves. Likely forever, and he wasn't sure how he could figure the rest out. And her keeping from him a secret as big as that? Yep, that was a conversation for another time. But one that would be had.

"I'm sure you had your reasons and we can talk about it."

Jin stared at her, shaking his head before he waved her bye, and turned his full attention back to his almost new brother in law.

Yoongi could imagine what his friend was thinking.

Yoongi was supposed to be the daredevil. He was the one who took risks. Definitely the one that did stupid things, like stupid ex girlfriends who went to press about the size of his dick and how he was a non stop rollercoaster ride. Things with the kind of consequences that could get you in real trouble.

YN on the other hand, was the levelheaded, calm, happy and orderly one. The kind of person who most certainly would never do this.

Yoongi appeared to be speechless as he stared back at him. And if Yoongi was speechless, things had to be headed in the wrong direction.

"Whatever you do, wherever this ends up going, or not going, remember that I'm the older brother in law you don't wanna piss off. Otherwise my golf club and pink slippers will be making a comeback."

The more he thought about it, the now reasons he could come up with that backed up the argument that this was not a good idea.

"You know what, on second thoughts I think I'll pass..sure my dad is on at me to settle down. But I'm not so desperate I need to marry her."

Yep, his ego was back with vengeance.

Shaking his head he glanced at the front door before walking off to his room. What was he even thinking, even for a second that he could be with her?

Jin smiled, clearing his throat and putting all those acting classes to good use. He grabbed his phone and made sure to speak really loudly to make sure Yoongi heard.

"Oh YNah, yeah I'm sorry Yoongi said thanks but no thanks."

Jin spied him in the back pretending to read a book, but forgetting to turn the pages.

"Where are you, I can hardly hear you?" Jin spoke louder, "a blind date? Really? You've been there ten minutes and you think he is the one? Wow jincha?! That's great. It's a good thing Yoongi said no then? It's a shame you say?! Well hopefully things will work out with this guy!"

Jin pretended to hang up before 'accidentally' noticing Yoongi was there.

"Omo Yoongi-ah I didn't see you there!"

"Well you were speaking so loudly no wonder you didn't notice me over here, trying to read."

"No worries, I'll let you read in peace. I'm off out to meet YN and her blind date."

"Blind date? Oh that's nice," he tried to sound uninterested.

"Yeah the guy her mom sent her on a blind date with is loaded, sweet and a natural born winner in life. She's asked me to come and meet him, tell her what I think. They'll probably move in together, who knows maybe it's the real deal."

"Move in together? But I thought she just needed a fake boyfriend?"

Jin pretended to be confused. "Noo, she needs a fiancé maybe even a husband. The guy had a penthouse apartment near N Tower, it's a one bed but I'm sure they'll figure it out."

"Yah yah, you're supposed to be her friend, how can you let her move into some guy's one bedroom, when she doesn't even know him?"

"Well, I guess that's why she asked you. Cos on some bizarre level she trusted you I guess. Maybe you were her first choice, maybe her only choice. Never mind, not everything works out right? Guess you dodged a bullet huh?" he patted Yoongi on the shoulder and walked off, ending it with a big dramatic sigh.

"Yeah, dodged a bullet I guess," Yoongi managed as the front door opened and the boys piled in with bags of food.

Why did it feel like dodging this bullet still felt like he had been shot?

Two days later

Yoongi unloaded his bags from their rental and walked through security, posed for some pictures and met the guys in the dressing room for tonight's live event.

He'd travelled with Jin this week because unlike Jimin he was actually on time. They'd done shows in Daegu, up to Busan and after tonight's show were due to drive through the night to the airport and from there grab a flight for tomorrow's concert on Jeju Island.

"So how's it going with your roomie? You guys settled your differences?" Hobi asked as they waited to go through security having been briefed by Yoongi a little.

"Haven't spoken to her since I saw her last which is probably a good thing. And we are definitely not roomies, she will stay at mine and I'm still living in the dorm."

"Why is that a good thing?" Jin asked as they shuffled forward a little.

"Actually, I'm not even sure why I said I'd do this, come to think of it," he realised, shrugging his shoulders making Hobi laugh.

"You guys are like chalk and cheese, but you know what they say; opposites attract," he sang. "You sure you don't like her?"

"What YN? Don't make me laugh. We have a hate/hate relationship."

"There's a thin line between love and hate hyung."

"Nah, not with us there isn't. We just rub each other the wrong way. One minute we get on and the next-"

"You made her pass out?" Hobi smirked.

"Hey, I apologised! Besides she made me faint so it's not like it's one sided. Since then, we don't exactly see eye to eye, but it got better."

"Wow, and I thought my no love life was bad..most people talk about their feelings - y'all just make each other pass out."

YN smiled as she pulled her flip flops off and sat on the beach and looked at the waves. There are a few surfers sitting cowboy on their boards, waiting for the next set, and a few more walking barefoot in wet suits to join them. She couldn't think of better breaks in Japan except Jodogahama Beach right now, and who could blame them when they lived so nearby, it's hard to resist. The kids ran around looking for shells, whilst others glided by on bikes, blades or running shoes.

YN knew she should have headed back to her hotel by now, the last few days had been very productive and she looked forward to the fruits of her labour. She'd managed two meetings without breaks, and figured it was time to take one and try and somehow jump start her creative juices, and she'd ended up down by the shore.

She was just dusting her backside off and had an idea in her head she wanted to get down on paper when Jin rang. Having forgotten her sunglasses back in the car, she shielded her eyes as she picked up his call. He never called. Except when he ran out of toilet paper which made her laugh still.

"Hello?" she said as she made her way back, heels in hand.

"YN? It's Yoongi."

"Who?" she asked, disorientated a moment.

He sighed, "Look, I don't have time for games," he said urgently. "It's important."

"So why are you calling me?" she looked in the car side mirror to fix her windswept hair, getting into the back, she ran her tongue cleanly against her teeth before pouring herself water.

"Look, I'm trying to be nice but you're not making it easy."

"What did I do? I'm just asking why you called."

"I need a favour."

"Then you're calling the wrong person."

"YN!"

"What? You said yes to our deal but still speak to me so rudely!"

"YN, please! Look, I've forgotten my passport at home, it must be in one of my drawers I need you to get it to me. I need it by tomorrow."

"Just have one of the managers courier it."

"No, I can't take the risk of it getting lost, I need you to come bring it to me."

YN sighed, he couldn't have been far so she grabbed a pen and paper and waited for him to give her the address.

"Ok, I'm at the Marriot hotel in downtown Busan."

"Busan?! That's like over 5 hours away by plane."

"Look, I don't have time to explain, everyone is going to Busan tonight and then I'm flying out—"

"What with the circus?" She couldn't help herself.

"With the boys," he took a deep breath to stop himself from biting the bait, "Please, I wouldn't ask if I had any other choice."

He couldn't believe he had to ask her, but what could he do? He was part of the main event, and if he didn't, or couldn't attend the shows he was booked for, paid for; then the fans would be upset. It wouldn't be much of a BTS show if only 6 turned up.

"What's in it for me?" she purred.

"If I don't perform, I don't get paid by you and then I guess I could always move back into the house with you, getting on your nerves, getting under your feet and you can't enjoy your 7 man free days."

"What??" she froze.

"If I can't stay at the dorm I guess I'll have to move back into my house..I'm supposed to be meeting you on Friday, so might as well move home with you too."

"Alright alright, I'll bring it, only cos I want to move in and be alone. I'm sure without you there, the place won't be so lame," she smirked.

"Ok so you'll bring it yeah? I need you to jump on a plane as soon as you can please, call me when you get to the airport and I'll come get you if I need to!"

"Yeah yeah, cool your pants kitty," she said, "And you'll pay for the flight, I ain't doing this out of the goodness of my heart."

"What?! Fine, Economy and that's it."

"Cattle class? I don't think so. Business class at least. Unless you wanna come home and someone else can perform tomorrow night instead of you?"

"Argh fine, then. You sneaky shit."

"Sneaky? Resourceful more like."

"Here I was, thinking you were stupid."

YN grinned to herself, "I can be smart when I need to be."

"Just get your ass on that plane and get here," he snapped before he hung up on her.

With only half an hour till Yoongi was due out to open the show they watched Jimin run in, red and out of breath clutching his luggage.

"Yo, did you cover for me with them?" Jimin said panting as he pulled off his trainers, referring to the staff.

"Er, yeah told him you had a dentist appointment. Dunno if he bought it though," Yoongi took out his ripped t-shirt, and pants, whilst Jimin was already down to his boxers and rummaging for his gear.

"Hey, what do you think of YN?" Yoongi asked when it was just them two left; Jin had gone to find Namjoon. Hobi, Jungkook and Tae had disappeared to the canteen.

What he wanted to know was if she was trustworthy, he still felt unsure about her when he over thought, and had to trust her to get his passport to him before he left for Jeju tomorrow.

"I thought you didn't care about what I thought after we stuck up for her with the garbage incident, the toilet roll incident, there's the time she set your PlayStation language to Russian..." he started counting off his fingers, "why do you care what we think now?"

"Cos I'm asking."

"Well I think she's great looking, smart and funny. Dude, straight up total wife material. At the very least she is a great housemate, according to all of us."

Yoongi nodded as he laced up.

"Or she could be another one of your exes, all over again," Jimin said out loud. "You don't know unless you try."

Yoongi clicked his tongue and shook his head, checking his phone.

"I'll pretend you didn't say that."

"And I'll pretend you ain't waiting for her to text you back." Jimin peered over at his phone.

"I forgot my passport at home," he swore loudly.

"Haha, looks like you're gonna have to be nice to her now."

"But she's just so, so irritating." Yoongi got up, rolled his shoulders and tossed his head from side to side as a runner knocked on the door and Jin called out to them as he jumped about energetically.

"Y'all ready to hit it?" Namjoon asked as the sound guy played a medley of their songs, signalling that the gates had opened for ticket holders.

"Ready to follow you, fearless leader," Yoongi chuckled.

YN smiled as she sat down in first class. She never could forget what it felt like to be under appreciated by Yoongi, until she was shown her seat; the window one and got all excited.

"I'll have a mimosa, thanks," she smiled at the flight attendant. It had to be drinking time somewhere in the world, as she got comfortable and waited for her flight to take off.

"So we finally gonna get to see YN, but it's not Manager it's Chairman? Ay ya ya!?" Jungkook smiled excitedly as they changed and waited for Yoongi so they could record a BTS soundbite.

"No, she's gonna gimme my passport then she has to go, she has work," he said, unsure as to why he didn't want her to meet them.

Probably because anyone would think they were all lunatics if she met Jungkook first; mind you, he thought, she's met accident prone Namjoon so it can't be the best introduction to BTS. Where was Hobi or charismatic Taehyung when he needed someone to convince her of the merits of his occupation?

"I'm surprised she said she would come and give it to you though bro," Hobi mentioned as he leaned back and closed his eyes as Yoongi urged their driver to speed along the freeway to their hotel.

"HA! She made me pay for the flight - first class before she agreed," Yoongi couldn't believe she'd got him to splurge on the flight but she'd had managed it, and even he had to admit that for a messy crazy woman she knew how to negotiate.

He endured one of his worst sleeps that night. Tossing and turning, angry at himself for having gone cities and not having remembered his passport. He'd never been this disorganised before, since she arrived in his life Yoongi had been on time for everything, and now he had to rely on the one person who spent more time scribbling things down on bits of napkins when she had an idea, to come to his rescue.

"She should have been here by now," he muttered to himself as he sat down to breakfast with the guys, and thought the same thing when they headed downtown to the arena to go practice.

"Maybe her flight got delayed," Jimin said to reassure him as they walked down the ramp in their workout gear to talk through the show.

It was midday by the time her flight had come in, and when Jin didn't answer his phone she decided to visit a shop or two whilst she waited for his reply. YN sipped her cappuccino by the time Jin finally rang, even though it was to shout at her for not having met him at the hotel.

"It's not my fault the flight was delayed, but I'm here now," she said trying to calm Jin down.

"Ya, Yoongi is able to lose the rest of his hair. Palli wah!!"

YN heard the phone move hands and Yoongi spoke next.

"Ok, well just come to the show. I can meet you backstage?" he offered, desperate to get his hands on his passport.

"Yeah I'm good. I'll just meet you afterwards," she said hanging up and ordering some food instead. By the time she'd eaten, and ordered dessert she had only killed an hour so walked around, winding up in the shopping district. It had been ages since she'd been here and she took in the sea air.

YN walked the Busan streets, taking in the people shopping, eating and enjoying themselves. Nearly all of them were wearing BTS shirts, so she found herself walking behind a few animated fans until she somehow, one way or another ended up in front of the arena; - and there in all his glory dressed in black military uniform, his hair out and glistening was a poster of Yoongi - her adversary, the most annoying man on earth, but what struck her as most intriguing was that there were fans; hundreds maybe thousands all waiting and chanting and excitedly recounting his songs that made her think maybe, there was someone in the world that could love him.

Yoongi felt nervous, almost about to vomit as he waited for his passport. The staff were asking him to confirm he had his passport, and management were breathing down his neck wanting confirmation that he would be travelling to Jeju tomorrow with the rest of them.

"Shit, she ain't coming is she?" asked Yoongi rhetorically to Jin as he waited and waited and she hadn't turned up.

"You left a friends and family ticket for her right?" Jin asked.

"Yeah, I did. They said it was picked up, but I can't get through to her."

"She's probably here bro, you know the reception in arenas is always next to nonexistent."

"Yeah but she should be here by now!" agitation vibrated in his voice. "She doesn't even need the ticket when she runs it all! How can she be so late??"

Jin blinked hard and smiled as Yoongi turned to see where he was looking, cos he sure as hell wasn't paying attention to what he was saying.

YN walked backstage, and likened it to some sort of high end costumed Vegas bonanza. There were well dressed men as well as women, people with headsets on, barking orders, or reading through scripts as they rushed around.

She smiled, there was definitely an electrical charge, an excitement to be here that she hadn't yet experienced in a while. YN hadn't seen a BTS concert before, so knew not what to expect, but remembered standing in line to get to the ticket office and how the fans around her were talking, swapping and sharing stories. You'd think you were at the premiere of a Hollywood movie the way some were describing performances, blow by blow action replays.

"Hi," she smiled at someone who was on their phone, sitting high up, perched on a metal audio container.

"Hey little lady," smiled the guy.

"I'm looking for Yoongi?" she asked. "D'you know where I can find him maybe?"

"It's a big place backstage, how come you're looking for him?" asked the man inquisitively.

Not sure if she could trust him, she simply smiled. "I'm a courier, I have a package," she smiled.

The gentleman smiled, slid off the box and walked off, before turning back and waving her to him. "You coming?"

Yoongi turned to see who Yeonjun was speaking to, because his laughter was so loud that he could be heard across the hallway that Jin and Yoongi were hanging out in.

"Found someone for you," he smiled as Yoongi saw YN step out from behind him slowly, taking the whole place in.

She wore a tailored jacket, deep crimson lipstick and her hair looked like it had been styled perfectly. She wore cropped jeans which made her look even cuter and petite, and suddenly he was worried for her safety.

"Hey," she waved small, a little uncomfortable to be surrounded by people she didn't know.

"You made it then!" Yoongi sounded gruff, Jin raising an eyebrow at him.

"Yeonjun said he knew where to find you, and the reception in this place is rubbish," she declared.

"Oh ok, well," Yoongi said quietly clearing his voice, "it happens with arenas," he reassured her as Jin smirked. "Thanks for coming," he awkwardly looked at her, "and I can see you made use of your free time."

YN grinned holding a Gucci shopping bag. "Yeah well figured why not."

"You shouldn't have, but thanks," Yeonjun joked taking the bag off her and taking the designer bag out.

"Ok, I dunno if they make these in my size though.." he blushed deeply as YN laughed at the pale man holding up a Victoria's Secret bag.

"I somehow don't think they carry your size," she grinned as he took the new bag out and modelled it. Yoongi watched Jin come back to stand beside her, as she handed him the bag.

"It's the first concert of yours I'm going to, so just a little present."

"Listen, lemme get you a shirt," Yeonjun smiled excitedly calling Soobin over. "Our leader is here somewhere. Soobin!" he called before looking back at her, "Can't believe this is your first show!"

"Yeah, I've been avoiding it for as along as I could, but when Yoongi orders you to get your ass on a plane and turn up you gotta listen to the man," she said sarcastically before looking around at them all. "Y'all going to Jeju tomorrow aren't you?! How cool!"

Hobi nodded, "always cool to entertain the masses, although I did hear that someone forgot their passport," he laughed. "Bet they must be feeling like a right pabo."

YN laughed with him whilst she faced Yoongi. "I know right?!"

Yoongi cleared his throat and looked elsewhere, forcing himself to count to five backwards for fear he might shake her or worse chase her out of the actual arena.

"What an idiot right?" joined Jin as Yoongi shot him with a dirty look, "as in whoever it is."

"Anyways, you stay put I'm gonna go grab a shirt for you, what are you a small?" Yeonjun's eyes wandered over her body briefly.

"Why would she be wearing a TXT shirt, it's gonna be a BTS one," Yoongi said pushing out his chest and moving towards her.

"C'mon hyung, I'm clearly the most charismatic one here," Yeonjun joked as Soobin walked over.

"Yeah, but pabo she and Yoongi live together," Jin decided to throw in, just as Huening had arrived and was too busy kissing her hand and welcoming her in German to hear.

"Nett, Sie kennenzulernen," she thanked him in German.

"Whaddaya say?" Hobi asked impressed.

"I was just saying nice to meet you too," she explained. "I'm YN Bang," she smiled to TXT.

"Heuning Kai. Maknae. Of TXT," he smiled. "Hyung's told us nothing at all about you."

"It would be nothing good I imagine. Don't believe him," she charmed the pants right off him, with her eyes and her smile and Yoongi was not impressed.

"Don't fall for her words," Yoongi interrupted as Yeonjun came back with a shirt for her.

"So you work for HYBE?" he asked.

"Yeah, I do indeed."

"Here," smiled Soobin as he presented her with it. "A token of appreciation for you, from TXT."

"That's so nice, my first concert t-shirt."

"She can't accept it though, is what's she's trying to say," Yoongi grabbed the shirt before she could take it. "Told you, she's a Yoongi girl."

"Far from it, I assure you. Where's Hobi? Seokjin? I like his shirt better," she chuckled as she called out for him, wherever he was.

"How was your flight?" Yoongi asked politely ignoring her comment.

"It was great thanks to you," she gave him her best smile and he did his best to not guffaw at her. She was taking the piss out of him again.

"Ok, well you wanna have me take you to your seat or would you like a quick tour?"

"What and pass up the opportunity to see some more backstage? Lead the way Agust D!"

He walked a little and stopped as Jin sniggered and Hobi pretended to suddenly find the floor interesting at her nickname for him.

"I am Suga around here," he turned around and tried to sound intimidating. "This is my playground," he pointed out to her, giving it his most dramatic tone.

"Yeah yeah, my dad named you after sugar cos you're so pale. Would it hurt you to sit in the sun a little and get some vitamin d Agust D?" she asked grabbing his cheeks and giving them a squeeze.

"If I could live without you in my life right now I would," he smiled at her.

"And how's that being nice to me Meow Meow?" she batted her eyelashes at him, with a sad pout.

"Blinking them fake lashes at me ain't gonna change anything princess."

"They aren't fake, but I'll take it as a compliment."

"It wasn't a compliment."

"I'm still taking it as one." She smiled as Yeonjun walked back up to her.

"Hey, if it gets boring with BTS you should come hang out with us instead," he flirted with her.

Yoongi wasn't sure he could hold back any longer, his vein was about to pop in his forehead, and he'd just about had enough of all this and just wanted his passport.

"Unfortunately she can't, she's a BTS girl so it's a no. So unless you wanna go home instead of opening the show for us, you best back off."

"I'm sure the lady can speak for herself," Yeonjun smiled.

"I can—"

"I'm speaking for her, and I'm telling you no—" Yoongi interrupted.

"I'm right here—"

Yoongi stood staring at Yeonjun, YN left standing confused in between them. "We gonna have a problem?"

"Are we?" Yeonjun asked as Soobin pulled him back.

"You tell me. I'm here all night baby," Yoongi flexed.

"I'm a BTS Girl, a Suga, Yoongi, Agust D girl, sorry. Can't be fraternising with the enemy," she clarified, diplomatically answering as she witnessed Yoongi get all dramatic.

Yeonjun backed off and walked off cheekily smiling.

"Ok, so dunno what that was all about but here's your passport, and can someone tell me where I can get a drink please?" she asked. "Wow, y'all drama queens and the cameras aren't even rolling yet.."

Yoongi stopped her taking out the passport from her handbag and instead grabbed her hand in his, taking the shopping bag for her with the other.

"C'mon, I'll show you around," he managed as Jin grabbed Hobi and they made their excuses before disappearing.

"You never said you were in Japan when I called," Yoongi finally asked, as Jin had filled him in on the reason for her delay was she had to go back to Seoul to collect his passport and then get back on a flight to Busan.

"You've never asked," she said following him just before a member of staff accidentally knocked into them, YN grabbing hold of Yoongi tightly to not fall.

Poker face or not, Yoongi needed to put some space between them when YN thanked him for his help.

Where the hell had this woman come from? Why was his heart thumping so loudly?

He stood up and took a few steps back and schooled his expression once again. Staying calm despite her smile that he just wasn't ready for.

"I'm really excited to be here now that I'm here. I'm really looking forward to seeing you perform actually," she unhanded him again with a smile.

Yoongi swallowed hard.

What was happening to his ordered world?

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BTS Reaction || Faking Your Orgasms [Request] [M??]

A/N/WARNING: SOME OF THESE INCLUDE SMUT

SEOKJIN:

Jin stilled himself as you moaned into the pillow below you, he kept his hands on your hips from behind and pulled out as you frowned, turning to look over your shoulder as he began dressing himself.

"Jin?" You questioned confused as he looked back at you,

"If you're going to keep faking it without telling me why I don't want to do this anymore." You felt your heart sink as you realized he knew you'd been faking it. He turned to leave the bedroom but you grabbed onto his hand,

"Jinnnie, it's not you. I'm the problem," You stared at him with tear-filled eyes as you looked down at your hands, this wasn't how you had planned to tell him but it was the only way you were going to get out of this without him feeling bad about things.

"I can't cum because there's someone else inside of me and I just...My feelings are all over the place." You could see it only confused Jin more to hear that there was someone else inside of you,

"Jin I'm pregnant...My hormones and feelings are all over the place. I haven't been able to cum because I-I've been overthinking things..." Jin placed his hands on your stomach,

"Pregnant?" You nodded as he teared up and began smiling brightly.

"I didn't tell you yet because I'm not that far along...I was going to wait." You let out a scream at the end of your sentence as he began to cover your stomach in small kisses.

YOONGI:

When you walked into the bedroom that night you saw Yoongi sitting there on the bed with his arms folded,

"What's up? You look pissed off," You laughed softly thinking one of the guys had annoyed him or something but he took you by your hands and pinned you below him on the bed as you whined.

"Baby?" You giggled but he growled at you as he began sucking on your neck making you moan loudly, wrapping your legs around his waist to drawer him close but he pinned your legs down.

"No, no touching for you." A shiver ran down your spine as he smirked at you,

"I heard you and Jungkook talking today." He pulled your skirt down as he smirked at you, rubbing your clit through the fabric of your panties,

"I haven't made you cum in over a month? So you were faking it... My little princess is so needy she went to the maknae to go and complain," He laughed sarcastically before pushing two fingers into you and humming as you moaned out loudly.

"Tonight, you're not going to stop cumming." He whispered in your ear before chuckling darkly as you clenched around his fingers.

HOSEOK:

It was the boys that pointed out you might have been faking your orgasms with Hoseok, they'd heard you one night and then questioned Hoseok on what it was like and they told him the truth.

"You've been faking it this whole time and I'm the bad guy here?!" Hoseok yelled as he stared at you, you'd been ignoring him since he told you he told the boys about your sex life.

"You told them about our sex life...Our private life Hobi!" You whined as you covered your face with your hands, the feeling of embarrassment coming back, you were never going to be able to look at them ever again.

"Why are you faking your orgasms?" He sat down in front of you as you stared down at the floor beside him, it was just something you'd never been able to achieve, you'd never been able to make yourself cum and no one else had either.

"Some people just can't." You whispered, wiping the tears of your face as you remembered your other relationships going south because you couldn't cum but Hoseok took your hand,

"Then we'll find a way to make it pleasurable for you, so you won't have to fake it anymore." He promised, kissing your lips softly as you smiled at him.

NAMJOON:

When you drunkenly told Namjoon the night before that you had been faking your orgasms for a while he was hurt, he thought your relationship with one another was built and trust and that he could trust you to tell him when something wasn't working between you.

"I said that?" You groaned as you took the cup of water from him and sipped on it, wanting nothing more than to end the embarrassment of speaking like this but Namjoon sat down.

"I was doing some research, we might just need to spice things up a little and you can-" You put your hand on his mouth to stop him from talking and you shook your head.

"Baby, there's nothing wrong with our sex life." You giggled softly as you rolled over to pick up the tablets you had been prescribed by your doctor a few weeks ago, it was nothing major just some medication for headaches.

"They've been interfering with my hormones, I come off them soon...I just didn't want to make you feel bad so I faked it for a while," Namjoon blushed deeply as he set himself a mental note to delete his internet history when he went back downstairs,

"So it's not me?" You shook your head as you kissed him,

"No baby, it's not you." You whispered before laying back down and groaning about the room spinning.

JIMIN:

It wasn't Jimin's fault that you weren't able to cum it was just something you'd never been able to achieve before so every time you and Jimin would have sex you would just fake it, wanting him to feel like he was doing a good job because he was. The pleasure you experienced with him was like no other but you could never go over the edge and cum, you figured there was just something wrong with you.

"Jimin, please...It's nothing you did," You clung to his hand as he tried to walk out of the bedroom, you finally came clean and told him that you had been faking it the whole time. You didn't want to build your relationship on lies.

"I can't even pleasure my own girlfriend," He sat down on the bed feeling defeated but then he looked at you and felt even worse at the thought of you never getting to experience orgasm for real.

"You've never?" You shook your head looking down about to give him the same story you'd given your other ex's, they didn't seem to care as long as they got to cum they were done with you.

"Well then, we're going to have to find what makes you tick." He smirked pushed you down onto the bed as he kissed you roughly, kissing down your neck as you let out a small whine.

"You have to be honest this time, tell me what works and what doesn't....We'll get you there baby," He whispered in your ear before biting down on your lobe and kissing down the rest of your body, trying everything to get you to cum and by the end of the night you did. Experiencing a wave of different orgasms from him and finding out just what you did and didn't like during intercourse.

TAEHYUNG:

"What? So this whole time you've just been faking it?" You looked at Taehyung as you heard how hurt he was from the questioning but you looked down at your hands, not being able to bring yourself to stare at the love of your life and tell him he'd never been able to make you cum.

"It's not you-"

"It's not me it's you? Seriously?" You sighed as he scoffed at you but you shook your head,

"I can't! I can't cum Taehyung! It's not you, it's me...I-It gets too intense and I feel like it's too much, that I'm going to burst all over the place." You finally called out when he began leaving the room. It was the first time you'd come clean to anybody about orgasming, Taehyung figured it out that you were faking when all of your moans and groans sounded the same and you came clean to him.

"What?" He questioned turning around to look at you with a softer expression on his face, you looked up at the ceiling so the tears that were welling up in your eyes wouldn't start falling.

"They're too intense...I get so close but I have to stop because it's too much, I feel like I'll burst that it's too much." He blinked at you before kissing you desperately, laying you back against the sheets.

"What are you doing?" You panted as he began to kiss down your neck, sucking on the sweet spots that you had,

"You're going to cum, I'm going to prove to you that it's not too much and you weren't burst." You froze in fear but he looked at you,

"You can trust me." He promised you, kissing your lips softly as you allowed him to continue kissing down your body. That night for the first time you managed to let go of everything and experience what you'd heard so much about.

JUNGKOOK:

"S-Shit you feel so fucking good princess," Jungkook groaned as he slammed in and out of you, rubbing your clit with his thumb as you rode him. You bit down on your lip trying to suppress your orgasm that was approaching, you cried out before leaning forward putting your head into the crook of his neck. Jungkook stopped thrusting up into you as you began to cry into his shoulder, his arms wrapped around your waist as he held you tightly thinking he'd moved too quickly and hurt you or something.

"It's okay, I'm sorry...I'm sorry." He whispered over and over again as he ran his hands up and down your back trying to soothe you but you shook your head.

"I can't do this anymore," You sniffled, pulling your face away from his neck as you wiped your eyes finally deciding you wanted to come clean with him.

"I-I've been faking it and I just- I was close and then-" He wiped the tears from under your eyes as he frowned,

"Did I do something wrong? Did I stop you from-"

"No, I didn't want to...I don't want to cum I look disgusting when I cum." He froze in place as he stared back at you not knowing what to say.

"Who told you that? Baby, you're beautiful," He whispered kissing all over your face as you began crying softly at his compliments explaining that one of your exes has been the one to convince you that you looked ugly whenever you would orgasm and it put you off ever wanting to do it again.

"Princess. I want you to cum, I want you to feel good." He whispered as he kissed you, asking if he could continue and you nodded. Not letting the thoughts of your past experiences cloud your judgement.

Tagline: @lyoongx @mitzwinchester @kneel-begyourpardon @taestannie @rjsmochii @sw33tnight @sweeneyblue1 @agustdjoon @jin-from-the-block @acciocriativity @mwitsmejk

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raggaraddy · 3 years ago

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Can you Taehyungs version of reader being shot cause of them?

I really like your Jimin and Namjoon Version that you’ve written🥰

Request from @dramaclub-thin: Mafia BTS where the reader is shot for/because of them.

A/N: It is so much longer than I meant for it to be. Hope you enjoy! Thanks for reading.

If anyone else wants to request, you can here.

Mafia Bangtan other parts:

Namjoon

Yoongi

Jimin

Jungkook

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Deception.

Summary: When you agreed to help Bangtan take down one of their enemies, you never imagined it could go so wrong.

Trigger warning: Smut, violence, blood, murder.

Taehyung

Mafia! Taehyung

"Are you ready?" Namjoon asks, shutting off the car's engine and turning around in his seat.

"Yeah," you nod back, hoping the rocking pit of nerves in your stomach isn't visible on your face. Scanning back and forth between him in the front and Jin sat beside you, you're checking to see if they are showing any signs of worry either. Finding a bit of solace in their surety.

"We're gonna lag behind about 20 minutes to be cautious and stay out of sight. But we'll be close. Just do everything like we said, and you'll be fine." Namjoon summarizes once again. Jin offering you a kind, reassuring smile to accompany the leader's words.

You nod again, sucking your tongue to the roof of your mouth. Running your fingers through your hair to fluff it for the 30th time. Hyperfixated on the time, you see the dashboard clock tick over. 20:21.

"Okay, let's go." You exhale deeply.

It was three weeks ago that Namjoon came to you with a problem that Bangtan was facing. Their weapons dealer was forcefully put out of business, which was Namjoons gentle way of saying he was killed, cutting off their supply to automatics and other bigger guns. Leaving them vulnerable. The man who took over their previous partners supply was known to be working with some of the other, smaller local crews. It was also known that he was a rival of Namjoon's and due to this tension refused to work with Bangtan. Normally, a problem like this would be something that they could handle. However, as Namjoon explained it, this guy was backed and protected by foreign money and was too hot to touch without starting a bloody war.

So the plan was simple. Risky, but simple. The supplier had to die. And it needed to appear to be from natural causes, so it could never fall back on Bangtan. No one directly affiliated could be involved. That meant none of the members could risk doing it. It also meant that it was too high a priority to trust an associate or hired gun with this information. Not with the reach and money the opposition had. No, it had to be someone within the family that could handle this, but someone the supplier would never know.

Opportunely, the supplier was known to have a weakness for women, hence the logical conclusion for Namjoon was one of the member's girls. Trustworthy enough not to turn or rat, not likely to be noticed among the myriad of other women, and except a few of them, all had no record linking them to Bangtan, so they would be complete unknowns.

Jin said it, but you already knew it. Out of all of the girls, you were the one who was the most capable. Your difficult past left you with many emotional scars but made you the best person to handle the responsibility. You're not susceptible to intimidation. Have very few moral hangups. And most importantly Namjoon knows how much you love Taehyung. How you would do anything for him. To keep him safe and happy. He knows he can trust you, and that when the time comes, you wouldn't hesitate to do what they needed you to.

As for you, you knew that Taehyung trusted Namjoon irrefutably and you had seen countless times that he was a good leader. Furthermore, you could appreciate the gravity of the situation. Because you're sure that if Bangtan's brain had any other choice, he would not have asked for your help. But since he had, you were going to do what was necessary to keep your family and Taehyung safe.

The problem was that Namjoon had insisted on secrecy. The only ones to know about his plan were you, him, and Jin. A few years ago, sure, lying would not have been a problem for you, you hardly ever told the truth to anyone. But this changed when you met Taehyung. He was the first person you could be honest with, the first person you ever let love you. And lying to him was something you were genuinely struggling with.

However, you knew Namjoon and Jin were right. There was no way Tae would have been okay with you being put in harm's way and he wouldn't be able to separate his feelings from the urgency of the task.

Although, that justification doesn't make you feel less guilty for deceiving him. And to make matters worse, you expected this to be over with last week already. But on your first date with the supplier, he had left the club early to deal with work suddenly. Giving you no time to spike his drink.

So here you were, attempt number two.

While you were meant to meet the supplier at a fancy restaurant first, Namjoon's plan was to skip that and get to his house as quickly as possible. Before the valet could open the supplier's car door, you leant through the open window, teasingly licking your lips. "I just realized," you purr, noting his eyes drop to your mouth and back. "I'm actually not that hungry. So how about we skip to the end of the night, and then you can take me out for breakfast tomorrow morning."

Your blatant offer works like a charm. 20 minutes and a car ride later, he's pulling you down onto his couch. Hardly able to keep his hands or lips off of you.

Tearing at your blouse he rips the buttons apart, his mouth sucking and licking at your neck. One of his hands roaming and grabbing at anything he can, while the other starts to hike up your pencil skirt. He removes his vest and buttoned shirt, not once parting his lips from yours. His large, hard chest muscles pressing against you as he pins you in between his arms and the couch. Spreading your legs apart, he grinds his crotch into your core and you can feel what effect this is having on him. And you have to admit, despite your mind being focused elsewhere, physically it's having the same kind of arousing results on you.

But this isn't what's supposed to happen. He's moving too fast and it's quickly getting away from you. You only want to get him comfortable and distracted enough that he completely lets his guard down. You're trying to poison him, not fuck him.

Pushing his chest lightly, you spring upright. Slightly out of breath you pull your hair over your shoulder covering up a little and running your fingers through it, trying to regain some composure.

"I could use a drink." You pant, batting your eyes up at him.

"Sounds good." He nods, his gaze dark and ravenous. Suddenly haulting he leans back down to kiss you. His hands gripping your hips as he kisses you back into the sofa. Abruptly leaving you flat on the couch with flushed cheeks.

This is better. One or two drinks from now, you should be able to slip him the ricin. He drinks it, you fake a headache, and skip home. 24 hours from now he has a heart attack and dies from natural causes. Nothing tied to you. Nothing connected to Bangtan.

"I hope you like-" The supplier calls out, only to be interrupted by a grating smack at the front of the house. You startle upright, sitting alert watching the hall entrance. He comes from the other side, coming back from the kitchen, a curious look on his face. Both of you staring at the same doorway as Taehyung suddenly comes in.

Fuck.

Your eyes go wide, half not able to believe he is actually here. He wasn't supposed to be! Namjoon had arranged for Jimin to take him out tonight. And you had told him you were going to meet some of the other girls.

The thing you didn't know; a week ago when you met the supplier at the club, you had also said you were out with a few girls, including Jimin's girlfriend. But she was with Jimin at that time. And Jimin was with Taehyung. And she knew nothing about any plans to go out.

So when you said there was a movie night tonight, he asked around and found out that was also a lie. He wanted to trust you. To trust that it wouldn't be as bad as his worst fear. Still, the more he thought over how you lied to him, the more he worked himself up, getting himself into a paranoid and anxious state. Until he found himself tracking your phone, following you to an unknown house.

Seeing you half undressed and with someone he considers an enemy, his anger and jealously turns to pure rage. It only taking a second for the scene in front of him to confirm his worst suspicions.

Unleashing his gun he shoots wildly at the supplier. Reason slipping from him completely.

Barley able to avoid being hit, the supplier dives behind one of the sofa chairs. Nearly being riddled with the showering of bullets.

Wrapping your hands over your head, you cover your ears from the explosive sounds. Still firing, and keeping the supplier pinned, Taehyung storms at you.

"Tae-" you start. The gun empties, but Taehyung couldn't care less, tossing it aside. All of his attention focused on you.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" He growls through gritted teeth. His hand flying down smacking your cheek, slapping you back into the sofa. "How could you do this to me?!" He screams, his voice wavering from the emotion in his question.

"I can explain," You ignore the burn on your cheek, running your hands along your body, trying your best to cover and redress yourself. You never wanted him to see you like this, and the look of betrayal in his eyes is stinging your heart more than any slap could. "I-," you begin with no next word coming. There's nothing you can tell him. Not while the supplier is right here.

Taehyung's anger aside, you're terrified to think what him being here means. Namjoon's plan is completely derailed. And Taehyung attacked the supplier, creating an entirely new problem. You're not the smart one. You have no idea what to do or how to fix this.

Where the hell are Jin and Namjoon?

Taehyung is so fixated on you that he doesn't see the other man charging from the side.

"Look out!" You scream. Only it's a second too slow. Taehyung doesn't have time to react and the supplier swings a ceramic table ornament at his head. The shattered fragments raining over you, as your boyfriend is knocked to the ground. The shoe of the imposing man booting into Taehyung's torso.

You dive towards them, driving your body weight into the supplier to separate the two men. Pushing him away as his heel scarcely misses Taehyung's face.

He stumbles back a few steps and straightens up, nodding and pursing his lips with a look of revelation. Seeing you spring to Taehyungs defence revealed much more than you had intended.

While you're attempting to help Tae upright, he quickly shirks you off and lunges at the other man diving through him and dragging him to the floor. Fighting for dominance and survival, the two men break into a brutal fight trading blow after blow as they struggle to overpower the other.

While you're relieved to see that Taehyung is the more skilled of the two, and mostly has the upper hand, you're mainly sick with worry. The ramifications of this will play out beyond this simple fistfight.

All you can do is get Tae out of here for now, and hope that the supplier hasn't realised that this was an attempt to kill him. Maybe if you're really lucky he will only think of it at face value. A cheating girlfriend and her jealous boyfriend.

"Tae," you grab his arm, dragging him back with resistance. "We have to get out of here. Please,"

He drops the supplier's collar, who falls back limply. Turning to you he has blood pouring down his face from a cut on his cheek. Intensifying the cold look in his eye.

"We? What we? Don't you wanna stay here with this piece of shit." He snarls, standing up.

"I can explain after." You tug him again. He can hate you all he likes later. But first, you have to get out of here. "Please," you beg for his agreement.

Staring harshly, he retreats from you. A pained look in his eye that cuts you more than any blade could. Anger, hate, rage. You could handle all of it. But there's so much hurt and sadness on his face. It's nothing you ever wanted to be responsible for. It's more than you can bear.

"Tae," you hold your hand outreached, gingerly approaching him. He doesn't withdraw further, allowing you to rest your hand on his cheek. Your heart breaking further as he leans into your touch. Resting in your palm for comfort like an injured puppy. "I promise, baby, this isn't what it looks like." you coo, "I love you so much,"

His eyes close, his face scrunching in anguish. He wants to believe you so badly. To forget everything he has seen. To take you home and never let you go. He may be the first person you let love you, but for him, you are the only person he ever let himself love.

Turning, you use his softening demeanour to lead him towards the door. But the supplier pulls your attention. Neither of you were paying him any mind and standing in the corner of the room he's pulled his own gun from hiding.

Reacting without a thought you shove your back into Taehyung, covering him. Guarding him.

At the same time, a shot rings out and the bullet hits you. A painful, sharp sensation piercing through your torso that makes you stumble back. Losing your footing you fall into Taehyung, your body never hitting the ground. Taehyung catching your weight, lowering with you. Resting you on his legs.

Taehyung grimaces in pain, his hand wrapping his own side momentarily. The bullet went clean through you and cut his side before flying into the wall behind the both of you. Dismissing his own injury, he leans over your body, ripping off his shirt and pressing it and his palms into your entrance wound. Trying to slow the bleeding.

Looking up at Taehyung with tear-filled eyes, you're in shock. Every breath you take is sore but other than that, your body is numb. Your hands clinging to his, all you can think is that you wished you knew what to say or do to lessen his panic. The sweat on his forehead rolls into the cut on his cheek causing the blood to drip further down his neck and chest. The fear and worry in his eyes exposing what you can't see or feel. That you're losing a lot of blood.

The supplier comes over the top of you both. He presses the barrel of the gun into the back of Taehyungs head, forcing him to crouch lower over you.

"I was searching for a reason to annihilate Namjoon and his pathetic crew. Thank you for giving me one." He digs the gun down harder. Taehyung growls, baring his teeth in frustration. "Too bad we didn't get to finish what we started though, Y/n. Oh well." He smirks, cocking the gun for additional effect.

"I love you," Taehyung whispers, the finality in his voice breaking your restraint, tears gushing down your face.

"I-," you can only begin.

Another blast rings out that makes both you and Taehyung jump. The supplier's body goes heavy and plummets to the ground, smashing through the glass coffee table beside you. Glass shatters everywhere as he falls down dead, blood pouring out of his head, collecting into a pool.

"Fuck sakes." Namjoon sighs from the living room entrance. Standing with Jin, both looking over the destruction with disbelief.

"Hyung," Taehyung calls out, his voice raspy and on the verge of tears. "Help." He looks down at you, your face pale, your limps drooping as the blood loss is starting to make you dizzy.

Namjoon opens his mouth readying to scold his brother, but he quickly stops himself. His own faults glaringly obvious at this moment. Jin removes his belt, wrapping it around your waist he fixes it tightly, making you whine in pain, keeping Taehyungs shirt pressed to both sides of your wound.

"Can you carry her?" Jin asks his younger brother.

Namjoon passes all of you, walking toward the lifeless body of his enemy, shooting another round into the back of his head with a frustrated look in his eye.

Taehyung nods at Jin with wide, panicked eyes.

"Then bring her." Namjoon turns with a flick of his head gesturing to follow him.

Jin supports Taehyung as he struggles to get himself and you to a standing position. Finding more strength once he is upright, lifting you into his arms as you whimper and moan weakly.

"Taehyung-" you start, your words sounding breathless and weak. "I'm sorry," you whisper.

"Shh baby." He hushes you. "Don't worry about that now."

He gets you into Namjoons truck, laying you down the length of the seat. As Namjoon speeds to the hospital, Taehyung sits in the back, his legs under your head. Holding firm against your bullet wound while petting your head.

Jin takes Tae's keys and follows you in his car. Already calling a cleanup crew to get rid of the supplier's body. Trying to salvage what he can of the bad situation.

"Namjoon," you call out. Even as your mind is starting to slip into unconsciousness your worry over the family is consuming your focus. "the plan. Can you fix the-" you breathe heavily running out of air.

He looks over his shoulder, guilt overtaking his expression. Nodding with an affirming grunt.

"Plan? What plan?" Taehyung muses, the shock steadily drifting away. "What is she talking about, Hyung?" One look at the blame on Namjoon's face and it clicks into place. "What did you do?"

"It wasn't supposed to happen like this." Namjoon reasons.

"Are you kidding me? You organized this?!" He snaps, "How the fuck could you risk her like that?!"

"It was supposed to be easy. She wasn't meant to get hurt-"

"Well, clearly she did!" Taehyung roars, his hands bunching into fists.

"I'm sorry, Tae. I wanted to help." You whine, lifting your arm up to touch his chest, trying to soothe him in any way.

"It's okay, baby. I know you did." He coos kissing your forehead, Taehyung's rage immediately subsiding towards you. He takes your blood-drenched hands in his and kisses them lovingly. Kissing down your forearms, pressing your hands to his head in agony and want to have you closer. Wishing he could absorb your pain and suffering.

Returning his wrath to the leader his voice lowers, coming out like ice. "We're gonna talk about this once she's okay." He snarls, "And know, I hold you personally responsible for every second she's in pain."

Looking in the rearview mirror, Namjoon nods solemnly. "Yeah, I do too."

Luckily for you, you recover quickly, and no permanent physical damage was done. But the damage that was done to Namjoon and Taehyungs relationship, the repercussions caused for Bangtan, and the fall out from the supplier's death... well that's another story entirely.

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jiminiesfavouritecolourisblue · 4 years ago

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If you leave - bodyguard/royal au part 2

^ that counts as a request right? Angst below, I don’t know what fluff is anymore but I think there’s a sprinkle of it somewhere... I think.

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“Baby let’s dance.”

If you closed your eyes you could almost imagine it was Jimin’s voice, but you don’t want to think about him now, that’s not why you’re here in blinding lights and deafening music, you want to forget, you need to forget.

“Not with you,” you say to the man that approached you, walking away to the bar for another drink. Stupid fool didnt realise he unlocked another memory of them, you’d need something more in your system to get it out.

But when you closed your eyes you could see him, reaching out his hands to you, eyes disappearing with how much he was smiling. “Dance with me princess.”

Memories that made you feel warmth now bought you so much pain, since that day you both felt hollow and as if there was a heavy weight on your chest, you didn’t know how to explain it. It just hurt, and you thought it would get better with time but it didn’t. It got worse.

So you didn’t mind the hands on your body when you danced into the night, you didn’t mind the hangovers in the morning, the pain in your head dulling the ache in your heart just a little.

You feel arms wrap around you from behind as you take another swing of your drink. Whoever he was he felt muscular, tall, but you don’t care. It isn’t until he rests his chin on the top of your head you realise he feels like Jungkook and your heart beats back to life again. You close your eyes and let them hold you, pretending for a second that it was your Kookie, that he’d move to rest his head on your shoulder when you ignored him like he always did, squeezing you harder, pouting until he got your attention. You let yourself dream for a second, even though you knew when the illusion shattered the black hole in your chest would expand tenfold. Like it always did when you let yourself pretend.

You could feel tears start to form in the corner of your eyes, you couldn’t do this, the man behind you must’ve felt your discomfort because he suddenly backed away. You hear a ruckus behind you but you don’t give a shit, he’s not Kookie, he’s not any one of the men that can make this go away.

You’re about to take another sip of your drink until you feel the weight of a hand wrapped firmly around your wrist. You know that hand, your eyes are fixed on it, your breathing becomes shallow and rapid as your gaze follows the hand to the body it’s connected to.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” What’s he doing here, he’s the one that decided to leave you, why does he care what happens to you?

You don’t know if you’re refusing to speak or if you can’t with how much his presence has put you in a daze, you can see the way his jaw is clenched the way it always did when you tested his patience. Good, let him be angry, let him feel a little of what you were.

He pulls you to stand and follow him, grip unrelenting and pace unforgiving. You try to get out of his hold but Joon pissed was a different force of nature, you wonder what he was doing in a place like this.

It isn’t until you’re outside you see Yoongi standing with his back to the car, they’re both in uniform, they must’ve been on their new job when they found you. You pretend that doesn’t sting, you don’t care it’s their job how dare they replace you when you felt their absence each and every day.

“You’re not my bodyguard anymore Namjoon, let me go,” you’re quiet but you’re seething.

He slams you back against the car, the only feeling coursing through his system was rage and it mixed with every other emotion he was feeling at this moment; worry, guilt, his heart breaking.

“Where the hell are your bodyguards Y/n?” When he finds them he’s going to put a fist in their faces repeatedly for letting you get into this state.

“Don’t have any,” you’re smiling now but it’s unnerving, it’s fake and it’s nothing he has ever seen before on your face.

“What do you mean you don’t have any?” Yoongi sounds calm, but that’s how you know he’s as angry as Namjoon.

“Why the hell do you both care? You left me,” it shouldnt sting the way it does when the words are out of your mouth, but it somehow manages to hit all three of you.

“Princess, answer the question.” Why does your heart hurt more when Yoongi calls you that? Why does it feel like he’s taking your breath away and suffocating you with his calm demeanour, like he really doesn’t care even though his words should prove otherwise.

“I’m not your burden anymore, so leave me alone,” you glare at them both with all the strength you had left, feeling your body shake from the cold and the anger seeping under your skin. “I dismissed my bodyguards but that’s none of your concern.”

“You did what?” Namjoon is trying to control his rage but your words are causing it to grow. “How could you be so stupid? Do you have any idea the amount of danger you’re putting yourself in? Do you have any idea how hard it is to keep you safe and you’re throwing all our effort in our faces by being so fucking reckless!”

You always hated it when he told you off, you could feel the tears start to form again and Namjoon watched as your doe eyes looked up at him with the anger fading and the hurt revealing it’s way through. Shit, he was too harsh, but you were being an absolute idiot. All of them have been worried sick since they left you, unable to perform the best at their job, they all agreed after you no more long standing positions, so they only did small security gigs or transferring a client for a day. They missed you so much and here you were throwing yourself into every danger like a big ‘fuck you’.

“Why did you leave me?” Your voice is so small and the sheer hurt in it caused his anger to drop out of his body. Yoongi had to look away, he hated it when you cried, they all did.

They didn’t feel like they could hold you the way they used to, so much had changed, and yet all the feelings were the same.

“Princess we had to go,” he tries to explain. “We couldn’t keep you safe because of how much we lo- w-we cared about y-”

“No Joonie if you cared about me, you wouldn’t have left!” You were so angry and upset you were crying but you still yelled your words, you needed them to hear you and you’d make sure they did. “I thought I meant more to you than just a charge but you proved me wrong the day you walked out, because if you cared about me you’d fight to keep me safe, but you didn’t.”

You don’t care if you’re a sobbing mess in front of them now, you don’t care if you look weak, they had to feel what they did to you, see the consequences of their desicion.

Namjoon can’t say a word, how does he explains to you the guilt he felt that day, the only rational choice was to leave you in the hands of someone who could protect you the way he had failed. You came above all else, he couldn’t trust himself to keep you safe anymore.

“Do you know how hard it was for us to go,” it’s Yoongi that finds his voice. “We didn’t want to leave you Princess, we didn’t feel like we had a choice.”

“Bullshit!” You contended. “There’s always a choice and you made yours.”

You hug yourself to keep yourself together because in front of them both you can feel yourself begin to shatter.

“You left me when I needed you the most, and I won’t forgive you for it.”

If you tore into their chests and ripped out their hearts it would’ve hurt less. Yoongi sighs in defeat.

“Okay Y/n,” Namjoon could feel his eyes go red with the way he’s holding back his own tears, he and Yoongi were not ones to cry but he can’t miss the telltale glistening in the older man’s eyes, and how they mirrored his own with regret. “Let’s just get you home.”

“No I haven’t had enough to drink,” you move off the car and try to make your way back but there’s a strong hand holding you back by your arm.

“I think you’ve had plenty to drink,” Yoongi says while opening the backseat door.

How do you tell them you needed more so you’d black out tonight, otherwise your dreams would be filled with them.

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The ride was quiet, no one wanted to say a word. The only break from silence was when Namjoon called Jin to ask him to meet you all at your place with a medical kit and you insisting it was not necessary.

They didn’t listen, but what was new?

It’s not Jin that meets the car running, but the youngest of your ex bodyguards with Jimin very close behind.

“Princess?” Jimin couldn’t believe your state, you looked like a mess. He helped you out of the car swallowing his own emotions.

Jungkook stared at you with his big eyes in shock, and you wanted the ground to swallow you up. You couldn’t meet his eyes, you could see a his own concoction of emotions swirl in them like a cocktail from the glimpse you got. Disbelief, anger, sadness, his Princess looked so broken.

When the decision was made to leave Jungkook was the one to fight it, he was the one that tried to convince the others it wasn’t a good idea, that you needed them and they needed you. He looked at Namjoon with so much anger but that could wait, he needed to make sure your were okay first.

He strides his way to you, picking you up like the Princess you were when you struggled to stand and carried you to the house.

“Kookie I can walk,” you mumble, but you felt so warm in his arms, you didn’t want him to let you go. You missed him so much, you missed them all.

“What the hell happened?” Jimin’s voice when he was angry was nothing like his usual tone, his voice became deeper and lost its musical ring.

Yoongi waved him off, starting to get a headache from the whole thing, “later.”

They take you to your bedroom where your life was turned upside down, Jin, Tae and Hobi were waiting for you there. They must’ve tidied up, you left the place in a tip.

Jungkook doesn’t place you on the bed, he sits on there instead not letting you out of his arms. The glare he sends the others is very clear, try to take her off me.

You’re starting to feel drained, the earlier screaming match completely wore you out, and you were feeling the effects of sleep deprivation. You don’t even realise how you’re leaning into Jungkook, but the position is familiar, like a key in a lock, and you can feel yourself drifting.

“Princess we need you to stay awake just a little longer okay?” Tae crouches down to meet your eyes, you can see the sadness in them even though he’s keeping a straight face. He can’t help but reach his palm out to feel your flushed cheeks, he wants to tell you he’s missed you, that they were all lost without you, but he knows it would hurt you more than they already had.

“Tae I’m tired,” you whine a little, the defences dropping now your body felt safe, your brain couldn’t catch up with the fact that you were still angry with them, you could almost pretend the last few months didn’t happen.

“Let her sleep, we’ve put her through enough,” Hobi sounded so serious from where he was watching you, back leaning against the wall, arms crossed like a teacher waiting for the class to settle. When Hobi was angry it scared you the most. Tae nodded at his hyungs words, offering you a small smile that didn’t reach his eyes before moving away.

“First take these Princess,” Jin holds two pills in his palm and a glass of water, he brings them both to your lips, gently coaxing you to swallow. He wipes away the little spill you made down the side of your mouth, letting his fingers linger there for a second. He hasn’t been this close to you for so long, he doesn’t want to move away, but he does.

You nuzzle closer to the body holding you, clutching onto his shirt as you finally succumb to sleep. You can feel a cheek pressed against the top of your head, a promise written in the way he holds you tighter against him, but you were too far gone to decipher the words in the warmth of his arms, so you let your dreams take you instead.

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chemicalpink · 4 years ago

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Lonely Hearts Club ♡ BTS OT7

Pairing: female reader x OT7

Warning: smut. polyamory. kinda voyeurism (? like- how else are you supposed to make an 8 people intercourse work.

A/N: this has a very poor representation of polyamory ok. It actually contains everything that is not how polyamory works, but it’s in favour of the theme. This is my last work for the Electra Heart Series

Summary: January to December, do you wanna be a member? In this Lonely Hearts Club, do you want to be with somebody like us?

Genre: smut

Word Count: 4.5k

“Where are you going Kookie?” Taehyung called from his spot cuddled on Jimin’s side without really tearing his eyes from the screen as they both watched some movie on the couch, a usual Friday night.

Jungkook paused for half a second as he made sure he had everything in his pocket before heading to the door “Out”

“Out where?” Jungkook groaned loudly at the questioning, as if it were nothing common within their relationship, determined to extend the silence in the room long enough to be comfortably dismissed from the conversation.

“Out with that girl he has yet to come clean to” Yoongi mentioned as he made his way to the living room, bag of chips in hand and stuffing a few inside his mouth as he did “which by the way, I’ve told him a thousand times before, it’s not decent to keep on leading her on”

“I’m not” the youngest murmured under his breath, which earned him a pointed look from Yoongi, followed by the TV pausing and both of the other men to turn their attention to him “I’m not leading her on”

A hand was placed on his right shoulder from behind, making him startle, wide doe eyes in full display as Seokjin voiced his input in the situation “You’re going out with a girl that we all know likes you while being a relationship, Jungkookie” Seokjin made the most overdramatic pout “I’d say that’s leading her on, plus, placing us second”

Jungkook let out a heavy sigh, already knowing he was about to be very late to the date “You guys all said you were okay with me dating out of the circle”

“You know we’re messing with you, come on, you’ll be late for your date” he’d have to thank Namjoon for always coming to the rescue when Seokjin was being a little bit too much.

If someone was to tell him he would end up in a polyamorous relationship he would have laughed in their face. If someone was to tell him that he would end up in a polyamorous relationship with the six older men he was forced to share his college unit with, he would have crumbled apart right there and then, it was no secret whatsoever that he had the biggest crush on the six of them the moment he first saw them, call it gay panicking or whatever.

And you see, things were going smooth, at least as smooth as they could be when 7 people are dating each other, minus the stares when they went out in public, the questioning of their not so close friends and the constant battle royale when it came down to sleeping arrangements, it was smooth. Until you came along. Sure, after eight months of him joining the polycule, and people unable to think outside their monogamous mindset, a fair number of guys and girls had approached him, which was always meant to go in either of two possible ways:

First, and best, case scenario, they were only interested in a fling, a one night stand that ultimately turns into a somewhat friendly distanced greeting when on campus, it was a thing between the seven men after all, being able to casually date outside the circle and understanding that the strongest emotional bond was with their boyfriends at home, although… Jungkook was the one doing it most often, Jimin following him casually in indulging in the pleasure of casual sex from time to time.

Second, and the hardest scenario due to him having the softest heart (if having Hoseok cutting ties with his potential partners in more than one occasion is anything to go by) is when after the first scenario, people keep trying to get in touch with him, not that there’s anything wrong with it but he wasn’t interested, plus, when he went as far as explaining the whole polyamory situation, people would dismiss it as an non-existent relationship or worse yet, there was a guy that went as far as telling him that all he needed was to be ‘dicked down good enough’ for him to stop being polyamorous; Yoongi had gone and had a friendly talk with the dude when Jungkook went home that night crying (he might have sent the guy to ER but there’s really no way to know)

So really, third case scenario was way out of control for him, said scenario being you. Never asking anything too invasive, hooked up a few times and even made him breakfast one of them which ended up with Jungkook bolting right out of your apartment, thinking that was it and he’d never see you again but boy was he wrong, you had texted him after to make sure he was okay, had the most amazing round of make up sex (could it even be called that when you two didn’t even fight? and it was all just him being a moron?).

So here’s the thing, maybe his heart started picking up when he saw you, maybe he started feeling butterflies when you two made out on your couch, maybe the blurred line between being a casual hook up and falling for you had become no line at all, and soon enough his hyungs started pestering him that he shouldn’t play with your feelings. God how much easier would it be if you were a student at his campus, with the amount of talk about the ‘7 best looking guys being in a polyamorous relationship’ really would have done the trick, so that he could stop the inner fear of losing you that came with owning it up and telling you he was indeed not just bisexual, but in an eight month relationship with 6 guys.

So far, Namjoon had had the most serious talk with him ever since he was invited to join the relationship, then came Yoongi constantly bickering with him as a passive agressive way to get him to come clean, Hoseok aggressively cuddling him while whispering borderline nasty and teasing things to him while Seokjin, Taehyung and Jimin had made it their job to try and gatekeep him from you before any date with the theatrics of non existent jealousy. Deep down he knew it was wrong, so wrong of him to keep such a vital piece of information from you, then again, he couldn’t bear the feeling of seeing you being disgusted for his love choices, polyamory was one hell of a misunderstood topic, often overseen as being greedy and unable to choose. Which was a blatant lie. He had made a choice eight months ago, and it pained him to even think that if the time came, he would have to stand by it. He would choose the six of them all over again. No doubts in his mind he would choose them over you if it came to be like that.

What if he had spent a week bawling his eyes out at night after a date with you and quality time at home, people should mind their own business. And the men he loved the most in the world were proving to be deserving of his love yet again. He had cried one last time after thinking just how much they were meaning to go out of their way to keep Jungkook happy. They had kept him in their best interests when they decided that maybe, prior further consideration and a serious talk involving you and Jungkook, maybe an eight addition wouldn’t be so bad.

“God I can’t believe we are not only condoning this behaviour but now we are endorsing it” Seokjin mentioned in one of his many overdramatic tones as he and Namjoon placed some delicious looking dishes out in their small backyard where they had all dressed up the place when little Jungkookie announced he was bringing you over.

Namjoon was quick to attempt to calm his boyfriend down while placing a small kiss on his lips “You’re overthinking”

“Oh, I’m overthinking? How about Mr Jeon Jungkook who apparently can neither keep it in his pants nor grow a pair and tell someone that they are polyamorous, huh?” Namjoon really had to try his hardest not to burst out laughing at the way Seokjin’s words seemed to blend in together as they came out of his mouth in a flow that resembled a rap song “Don’t you try and gaslight me, Namjoon, I’ll have you know, psychology was my major before it was yours”

“Doctor Kim has a beautiful ring to it”

Seokjin did not stop a whole minute to stop placing everything out on the table as he kept on bickering with the younger “Don’t try to woo me Kim Namjoon, I know you only like the ring of it because we share the last name”

Jimin walked out the exact moment they were blasting fiery heart eyes at each other, nothing out of the ordinary in their dynamic, “Seokjin-hyung, Namjoon-hyung, I think she’s here” the youngest of the three lend a hand for the whole table to be set in record time, already hearing an additional female voice that didn’t use to be there before coming from inside “I don’t think Taehyung’s on board with all...this”

“What do you mean he’s not on board, we talked about it before!” if there was the slightest bit of panic in Namjoon’s eyes, he was one hell of an actor to have it covered up as soon as he sensed Seokjin stiff on his side and the whole room began to feel stuffy even when being outside.

“Tae says he’s not coming down for dinner” Hoseok announced as he popped his head outside “Y/N is talking in the living room with Kookie and Yoongi, she seems nice” before disappearing inside the house.

“I fucking told you all of this would come to bite us in the ass Joonie, eight people is one person too many” may Seokjin’s inability to read eye expressions be damned when Namjoon and Jimin tried to get him to keep his voice down before any more damage was caused.

A mop of black hair popped up from inside just the way Hoseok had done before, startling the three men outside when Jungkook spoke “Hey, is everything alright?”

“Yeah, totally” Jimin tried to fake a smile which ended up being the fakest smile he had ever put on his face, making the youngest squint his eyes at the three of them in a questioning manner, a few seconds away from dismissing it, Seokjin broke

“Taehyung is not taking part”

“What do you mean Taehyung is not taking part?” Jungkook’s eyes widened almost comically but anyone could see the anxiety and panic rising in them, Namjoon ever the peacemaker in the relationship intervening

“Tae says he’s backing down, but I’ll have a talk with him and-”

“I’ll do it” Jungkook shook his head as he took off back inside to the opposite side from which he came from; even with the whole uncertainty of the situation, it was sure not to head the right way it should have.

“That sounds lovely, I can just imagine” you said as Namjoon, who had just introduced himself, finished a random story about all seven of them “So.. you all live here together then?”

“Oh yeah, inseparable bond and what not” Seokjin, the oldest of the seven smiled somewhat uncomfortably at you, avoiding any type of direct contact. At first it really seemed to have taken the right turn, chatting with Yoongi and Hoseok after Jungkook left to see if anything else was needed before dinner, but then things started to shift, an unknown but uncomfortable silence filling the room every now and then, the way Jimin couldn’t stop fidgeting in his seat and Seokjin made little to no effort to not show just how uncomfortable he was. Jungkook had mentioned earlier that his housemates could be somewhat weird, without mentioning exactly how, but from the looks of it, it had something to do with dating within themselves.

“Hey, do you mind if I use your restroom?”

“Ah sure, upstairs, first door to the left” Yoongi answered with a tight lip smile on his face, everyone’s eyes discreetly following you in silence until your figure couldn’t be seen, probably out of earshot as murmurs took over the living room.

Not that you really needed to use the toilet but it would be nice to splash some cold water in your face if you wanted to even try and survive the rest of the night, but as you reached the end of the stairs, a room across what seemed to be the bathroom caught your attention, snuffling noises coming from the inside, and you really should stick to your own business, but how much weirder could the night go? apparently, exponentially weirder.

You reached the door that was conveniently slightly open, allowing you to take a peek inside, a guy sitting beside Jungkook on the bed as he rubbed circles in the small of his back at the same time as he whispered things to his ear and you felt a pang in your chest, not really believing the whole sexual tension inside the room, perhaps your mind playing with you; up until the guy clearly nibbled Jungkook’s ear, a breathy moan escaping from his lips, your brain shortcircuiting between not understanding what was going on and finding it extremely hot.

“Tae no, you know I’m going out with Y/N” Jungkook said as the other guy moved around, seemingly placing a hand to his crotch in a playful manner, as far as the smirk in his face but obstruction of bodies allowed you to see from the door.

The guy’s eyes quickly turned to Jungkook in the biggest puppy stare you had ever seen, low voice above a whisper “Having someone around never stopped you before”

“Please”

A heavier moan escaped from Jungkook’s mouth, hands immediately locking the guy around him as he straddled his hips on the bed “Do you not love us anymore?”

Whether it was whatever that was going on inside between the two of them, or the mention of love, that made you forget your compromising position, getting the feeling that you should stop watching and panicky closed the door, making your presence known, the world may never know, but there were thousands of thoughts running in your mind. Sure, Jungkook had never put a label on your relationship, and from time to time you had believed that perhaps there was something beautiful there, now coming to think of it, maybe his heart had always been occupied, as all those friends of yours that knew him from somewhere had once said to you, how it was the weirdest thing out there watching 7 great looking guys hanging out as if they were on a date, the unusual way they carried around each other. Not that it was bad, but i crushed your heart to know that you would never fit in, as much as you kicked it off with Jungkook and the sex was amazing, the dynamic between them seemed to put you as just a plaything for the youngest of them all.

“Y/N? Jungkookie wants to have a talk with you” you didn’t even noticed the shift of your surrounding, knowing Jungkook, how he most probably bolted right out of the room when they heard the door close forcefully, too absorbed in your thoughts, still too absorbed in your thoughts as Hoseok led you back down, sitting you down a few feet away from where Jungkook was seated, the TV playing a random programme in the back “You two do your stuff, we’ll be outside, feel free to join, okay?”

The TV Show echoed in the dark, it seemed like it had been hours since you joined Jungkook in his living room, wanting nothing more than cross the door and never see him again, but he was a great kid, you knew just how much he would blame himself over what were your insecurities and inability to speak up on the matter, on never questioning what game you two were playing, sleeping around, going on dates but not getting involved. Until he was the first one to speak up.

“I am in a polyamorous relationship, Y/N” he heaved a sigh, as if the world was lifting from his shoulders “Have been for the last eight months”

Your heart sped up, the words unable to leave your lips, all tangled up on your brain “You should have told me before” you turned your face to where he was at the same time as he did the same “I would have understood”

“I don’t want to leave you”

“I know” which, you did know, time and time again he had made it clear that there was so much more to your relationship, although Jungkook wouldn’t express it out loud “I would love to have you… if there’s a way”

Jungkook’s doe eyes seemed to shine brighter at your words, although you could see tears forming in them “I don’t understand why would you want to be with someone like me”

“Jeon Jungkook” you scooted yourself to be closer to him, placing a delicate hand on his shoulder “Some people are so full of love they can give a way to a lot of people, I understand that” his eyes lighted up at your words, the tiniest bit of hope in them

A hand was placed on your shoulder, softly grabbing the exposed skin, making you turn your head to see Hoseok, shadows playing on his face as he smirked down at you “Plus, love will never be forever, might as well have seven plans ahead, right Y/N?”

You could feel a lump in your throat at that, images of what you had witnessed inside the bedroom with Jungkook and his friend still fresh in your mind, clearing your throat you hesitated “Uhm.. I really don’t know how to feel about all this Hoseok” but as soon as the words left your mouth you could see the rest of the boys joining the living room, as if you were some kind of prey you were after, the only source of light coming from the fairy lights in the backyard, illuminating them as they approached, hiding their true intentions in their eyes at the same time as their faces became darker, heart thumping inside your ribcage

“Oh come on, Y/N I saw you looking at Jungkookie and I outside our bedroom” Taehyung mentioned, which made you flush, fortunately going unnoticed by the lack of light, although he chuckled as he once again straddled Jungkook inches beside you, an all-too familiar image of the both of them as he grinded hard down on Jungkook’s crotch, earning him a groan from the youngest “Seemed to me you were enjoying it a bit too much”

A firm hand underneath your chin turned you to face upwards by the slightest, a face that took you seconds to recognise as Yoongi’s too close to yours, grazing his lips with yours before he tutted and added a “Good girls are meant to share their toys Y/N” for good measure.

“Jungkookie here practically gave you up before asking you to join us” Jimin added as he took a sit beside you, body clinging to Yoongi who was still too close to you

“I just-” you turned your face to Jungkook, who was currently busy with his mouth all over Taehyung and Hoseok, both on each side of him as they seemed to get an equal amount of attention from the youngest, your lower abdomen firing up at the image and the prospect of you taking part in the dynamic “I guess it doesn’t really sound so bad”

“Even Seokjin is willing to give you a taste” spoke Namjoon as he walked into the area with Seokjin just inches behind him, nodding his head when you locked eyes with the eldest “But I bet you’ll be Yoongi-hyung’s favourite”

“It’s your turn to call the shots, Y/N”

Instead of a response, you pull on Jimin’s shirt until he leans onto you, capturing you lips in his in a kiss that seems to last just seconds before he is placing you on top of him, allowing Yoongi to take you previous spot, caressing you side so when you lean back to catch a breath, his mouth is on yours stealing your breath away; out of the corner of your eye you watch as Hoseok has his hand inside Jungkook’s pants “Sharing is caring, Yoongi” you remind him as he tries to have a second go, Jimin’s laughter underneath you hitting the right places as he frictions his front side up to you, earning a soft moan from your lips, which only turns to a second one when you feel two wet mouths on each side of your jaw, gently nibbling on the skin before they stopped to kiss right in front of you, tongues catching, groans escaping from each of Seokjin and Namjoon throat before they turned to look at you and retrieved to their original spot to entertain themselves.

“As much as I’d love to take her, I think it’s best if we let Jungkook welcome her into our dynamic” a soft laugh falls from Jimin’s lips as you quietly gasp when he places you on the couch, an awaiting Jungkook on your side, the blond man taking his turn with Yoongi a few inches away.

Jungkook’s eyes seem dazed, and he quickly finds your mouth, just the way he did all those times before, except that now it was somewhat different from them, in a room full of people, his boyfriends, yours soon to be; as he absentmindedly tongues your bottom lip to deepen the kiss, a single hand slides underneath the fabric of your shirt as the other grips around your thigh, slowly working its way to where you could already feel your panties dampening. Fingers dancing familiarly over your nipples, “God I don’t know what I’d have done if you said no to this”, you barely register his words so you just nod in agreement, desperately wanting him to touch you where you needed the most. Warm fingers find your folds, stroking them slowly, squelching sounds that somehow don't seem to phase the way the rest of the group keeps on having their tongues deep down on someone elses throat, changing partners everytime you look up. The tips of his fingers find your entrance, slowly working a pace in and out, pairing it with wet kissed to your exposed neck as you try and hold on to his shirt for dear life “You’re so wet already”

His fingers pick up speed, barely curling into that soft spot inside you. Hips lifting slightly as your head lulls back against his shoulder, peaking both Jimin and Yoongi’s interest from beside you, a clear interest in the action if the way their pants seem to grow tighter by the second “Hey baby, is Jungkookie making you feel good?” voice raspy, dark, but soft lips on your own as the youngest kept his pace with his fingers, stretching you open on the couch.

“She sounds so sweet I can’t wait to taste her” Yoongi adds as his hand reaches out inside Jimin’s pants, starting to stroke his member to life. And that’s when you see it. Namjoon and Seokjin, ever so reserved, in their own little world, sitting across from all the action, hands on each other’s bulge, not daring to look away from you. And it somehow stirs you in all the right places, mind set already on giving them the best show ever.

Hands cup your breasts from behind you, softly massaging them, feather like kisses on the back of your neck as your shirt is lifted, bra forgotten and your tits are free for everyone in the room to watch and enjoy, a voice behind you, owner of the hands pinching your nipples whispering in your ear “I’m willing to forgive you interrupting quality time with Kookie”

You feel a pinching in your clit joining Jungkook’s fingers pistoning into you, making you reach your orgasm in record time in a broken mess of calling out Jungkook’s name. Hoseok’s instantly reaching for the waistband of your panties to pull them down “Well I’d say, dinner’s served,Yoongi-hyung” before said man is leaning forward, Yoongi’s hands exchanging Jimin’s cock for your knees – holding your legs open. Yoongi’s tongue takes a bold lick over your slit before he’s diving in, lips attaching to your clit as the tip of his tongue flicks against it. Hoseok’s chin is rested on your shoulder,ocassionaly opening up your outer lips to allow the elder a deeper access to your cunt, watching Yoongi’s tongue fuck into you. You could feel Taehyung’s thick length pressed into your lower back, the slow lift of his hips dragging it against you. Soft groans from the friction falling from his lips, mixing with the husky moans that echo from around the room as everyone watched Yoongi intently. Your eyes find Seokjin and Namjoon across the room, both of whom have since pulled their cocks from behind their pants, glistening tips on full display as their large hands stroke over the base of each other, their hips moving to match the movement of their hands.

The tongue between your legs moves swiftly, pushing past your folds and slipping into your entrance, lapping up the juices from your past orgasm as Hoseok leans down to share a wet kiss with him, then Jungkook, the three of them tasting you on their tongues. As Yoongi returns to his spot between your legs, he moans against your core like the taste of you is the most delicious thing to ever hit his tongue, the sound sending vibrations through your body that has your cunt tingling, not far from your next release. “Aah- Yoongi” you gasp, reaching down to tangle your fingers in his hair, pushing his face further between your legs.

“You gonna cum all over my tongue, huh?” his movements intensify, nose pressed against your clit, rubbing it precisely as it makes you fall apart in a rush of desperate pleas before he removes himself from his position, chin covered in your juices to which you can’t help but moan at the sight of as he licks his lips in delight. His lips capture yours once he’s on your eye level, hand set on the back of your head to keep you still, mouth instantly flooded with your taste, pulling away with fiery eyes and a smirk. “Joon was right, you’re gonna be my favourite”

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honeytae · 4 years ago

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My heart is yours.

hi bubs! so basically this is just about the reader experiencing some jealousy, and jungkook is pretty confused lol. i’m gonna be honest i don’t know how good i feel about this bc angst just isn’t my thing but i hope you all think it’s okay! this is totally not based on real events enjoy! tags: @ahgasearmyfan, @hoseokayy genre: angst, fluff word count: 3.0k

This was not how you wanted the night to go.

Tonight had started off well; Jungkook had picked you up to arrive at Jimin’s birthday party together, and you had spent the first few hours dancing with him and his friends. You were having a really good time. Emphasis on were.

The fun had ended almost as soon as Jungkook left the table to get another round of drinks, leaving you to converse with some of Jimin’s friends you hadn’t met yet as he made his way to the bar.

In between conversations, you’d taken a brief glance over to the full bar, recognizing your boyfriend as the last one in line as he ruffled a hand through his hair. Smiling fondly at the sight, you’d turned back to one of Jimin’s friends from school, engaging in a conversation about how he knew the birthday boy.

But the next time you looked over, your whole body seemed to set aflame in a blinding rage.

Jungkook was no longer at the back of the line, in fact you had to boost yourself up taller in order to see the back of his head. But what you saw next to him was what really set you off; some pretty girl latched onto his arm as if she belonged there.

The chattering voices and pulsing music all seemed to fade into the background as you watched the woman continually push herself at your boyfriend. Clenching your fists, you caved into your seething anger, standing from your seat and stomping out of the room before you could think twice about it.

He wanted to let that shit happen? Fine. But you sure as hell weren’t going to stick around and watch.

The rational part of you knew that you were acting ridiculous, much like a child throwing a tantrum with the way you’d just stormed off. But the rational part of you was not in control right now. The rational part of you had disappeared as soon as you saw her put her hands on your boyfriend.

Your heels clicked along the floorboards as you made your way toward the door, harsh breaths escaping your flared nostrils at the vision replaying over and over again in your head.

You were so distracted that you didn’t even hear the footsteps coming toward you, nearly jumping out of your skin when you suddenly collided with a body.

“Whoa, where are you going?” Jimin asked after steadying your body with his hands on your shoulders, seemingly walking back from the bathroom before you nearly trampled him on your fast paced trip down the hallway.

A frown appeared on his face as he studied your reddened cheeks and overall shifted energy from only a few minutes ago, ducking his head as his eyebrows knit together in concern.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, your mouth gaping for a second as you considered what to say, knowing you could not possibly state the actual reason you had attempted to storm out of the party without being seen as crazy by your friend.

“Hey, are you feeling okay?” He lowered his voice, your eyes widening at the sudden excuse before you shook your head no.

You felt horrible lying to Jimin as he looked at you with a sympathetic frown, the back of his hand going to your forehead with a concerned furrow of his brows. But it was the only option you had; that or looking like the jealous maniac you were at the moment.

“I-I was just going to get some air.” You explained weakly, Jimin nodding before looking back at the flashing lights of the dance floor.

Was that what you were trying to do? Honestly, you didn’t know. The only thing going through your mind while walking out through the hallway was simply getting as far as you could from what was going on at the bar.

“You want me to come with you?” He offered, making you smile slightly before shaking your head again.

“No, Jimin, I’m fine. This is your party and I want you to go have fun. If I don’t see you again, happy birthday.” You faked a smile, the man nodding before pulling you in for a hug.

It was then that you heard the quiet thumping of footsteps down the hall, pulling away from your friend’s embrace to find none other than your boyfriend approaching behind Jimin.

“Feel better, alright?” Jimin gently squeezed at your shoulder, you nodding in response before he walked away, leaving you alone with Jungkook in the otherwise empty hallway.

“You’re not feeling well, baby?” His brows knit pulled together, having overheard the last bit of the conversation in his stroll to find you after returning to your empty spot in the booth, drinks finally in hand.

“Not really. Just need some air.” You sighed, your boyfriend stepping forward with a press of his palm to your spine to lead you outside, no hesitation in his actions as he concentrated on getting you out of the building.

Despite the goosebumps pricking your arms, the cold air that met your skin when Jungkook shoved the door open felt nice. You didn’t even realize how overheated you’d gotten in your rage, only realizing then how sickly you’d probably looked to Jimin.

Well, at least that excuse would work out for you.

“Fuck, it’s cold.” Jungkook mumbled, interrupting your thoughts as he slipped his jacket off of his shoulders to drape over your own, taking a seat beside you on the sidewalk.

You thanked him quietly at the polite gesture, sighing out as you placed your elbows on your knees, resting your forehead in your hands. Honestly, at this point, you did have a headache. But it wasn’t from alcohol or the pulsing music in the building behind you.

It was entirely induced by the way the blood had rushed to your head when you’d seen that girl push herself at your boyfriend, shamelessly giggling at him in a high pitched tone that had you clenching your fists, the crescent moon imprints from your fingernails still dug into your palm.

It really wasn’t his fault; he hadn’t done anything in return. But at the sight, you couldn’t hold back the fiery monster inside of you, the feeling that you just wanted to slap whoever tried to steal this man from you.

You hated yourself for feeling this way, knowing that Jungkook deserved someone who didn’t make a fuss out of these silly little things. The anger had now almost completely faded, manifesting itself in frustration with yourself and your own insecurities.

Now you were just projecting, taking feelings that were in no way his fault out on him.

“What are you doing?” He spoke up, interrupting your thought process as you continued blinking down at the pavement beside your feet.

Jungkook had been sitting next to you this entire time, observing you with wide eyes as you seemed to completely dissociate; something not all too uncommon for you to do when you were upset about something.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” He asked, suddenly alert when he noticed your lower lip tremble a bit, big doe eyes staring back at you as he tried to figure out what was going on with you.

“Nothing, Kook. I just want to go home, I think. I’ll get a cab so you can stay-”

“Baby, if you want to leave, I’m coming with you. C’mon, let’s go home.” Jungkook said as he pushed himself up from the ground, reaching his palm out to you, a bit of relief washing through his body when you let him hold your hand and tug you up from the ground.

Fuck, you wished he wasn’t so sweet. It made it even harder to be upset with him.

You didn’t let go of his hand once you were standing, Jungkook not taking the initiative of letting go either. The touch provided a bit of comfort to the both of you, his touch grounding your anger and your touch reassuring him that it was maybe not him that you were upset with. Maybe.

“You don’t have to-”

“I want to.” He stopped you again, studying your expression with a slight pout. With a silent nod, you let him lead you down the sidewalk, footsteps in tune with his own as you made your way down the street.

Jungkook kept sneaking glances over at you, lost as he tried his best to navigate the clues your body language was giving him.

Your head was cast downward, eyes never meeting his even as he looked over at you. Your hand held his tightly, most likely subconsciously as you seemed completely in your own head at the moment.

With a deep breath, he paused to interrupt your trudge along the sidewalk, his sudden stop causing you to pause as well, barely even registering the action as self deprivating thoughts continued to swirl around your head.

“Hey,” he softly called for your attention, your eyes meeting his at the sound, “what’s going on?”

His question had you diverting your eyes again, instead focusing on a passing car as you bit the side of your cheek in angst. He was going to get it out of you sooner or later; he was persistent, always had been.

“I’m fine.” You responded, not knowing what else to say as the wind blew your hair back from your face.

You watched as Jungkook’s face morphed from confusion to absolute sadness, his fingers gently soothing over your cheek to confirm what he’d thought he’d seen in the glow from the headlights of the car passing by seconds ago.

“Baby, you’re crying.”

With a confused hum, you lifted your hand to your face, swiping your wet cheeks and cursing under your breath. You truly hadn’t felt it happen, but you supposed it was no wonder with the growing lump in your throat.

“I think it’s the wind.” You mumbled lamely, Jungkook scoffing before pulling you into a hug, guiding your head to the crook of his neck as you easily complied.

“If you think I’m buying that for a single second,” he sighed, “can you please tell me what’s wrong?” He asked sadly, awaiting an answer as you sniffled into his neck.

“I don’t wanna say it. I already feel like an asshole.” You responded, feeling more tears prick your eyeballs at the mere thought of bringing up your doubts to him. The last thing you wanted was for Jungkook to take your own stupid insecurities and blame himself.

“What?” Jungkook asked, confusion lacing his tone as he slightly pulled away from you to glance at your face.

“That girl fucking pissed me off. And then I stormed out like a child. I ignored you because I didn’t know how to approach the conversation like an adult. I hurt you, so now I’m crying.” You explained, sniffling as Jungkook swiped at your tears with his thumbs, confusion etched into his features at your scattered thoughts.

“What girl pissed you off?” He cocked his head, making you widen your eyes in disbelief.

“At the party.” You stated obviously.

When his face still didn’t change, you sighed, biting your lip out of nerves before your boyfriend undid the action with his finger. His eyebrows were still bunched in confusion, fumbling to figure out the cause of your emotions.

“At the bar, Kook. She was all over you.” You specified, the wheels slowly turning in Jungkook’s head as his mouth gaped open.

“Are you kidding?” He asked in disbelief, making you huff before crossing your arms over your chest, turning away from him with a plastered on smile.

“Yep, I guess I’m just a dumbass.” You shrugged, beginning to walk away before Jungkook caught you with an arm around your waist, pulling you back to him.

“No, no, no, stop. That’s not what I meant. I just, I can’t really believe you’re so upset about something like that.” He explained, you remaining silent as you adjusted your gaze down to the top button on his shirt.

By now, the jealousy had almost fully faded, leaving you feeling ashamed and embarrassed of your previous actions influenced by your momentary rage.

“I can acknowledge that she wasn’t exactly being appropriate,” He spoke slowly, “but I wasn’t engaging with it, was I?”

You shrugged at that, blinking at a nearby telephone pole as you nervously fiddled with your fingers tucked into Jungkook’s coat pocket.

“What does that mean?” He asked at the action, causing you to sigh as you looked back at him.

“It means I don’t know. You weren’t exactly pushing her off of you.” You explained, causing Jungkook to raise his eyebrows at you in a deadpanned stare.

“No, I didn’t push her off of me. That’s a step too far, don’t you think?” He asked, inhaling deeply in an attempt to ground his building frustrations, grabbing your hand in his and soothing his thumb over the skin of your knuckles.

“You have to trust me, love. I would never do anything to hurt you.” He spoke softly, you nodding in reply as his eyes implored yours to believe him.

“I know that. I do trust you, Kook. I’m sorry.” You sniffled, Jungkook pulling you into his chest again and stroking his fingers through your hair at the back of your head.

“I’m not upset with you, baby. Just a little confused, is all.” He pulled back slightly to look at your face, tucking some loose strands of your hair behind your ears as his eyes studied your own puffy ones.

“Why did you get so upset?” He asked, making you scrunch your eyebrows in confusion at the obvious answer to his question.

“Because that girl was all over you an-”

“That’s not what I mean. Why did that girl bother you so much if you know I only want you?” He interrupted you, watching as you sighed knowingly, gulping the fresh lump in your throat down in an attempt to bury your emotions.

“It’s not you. I trust you.” You assured him, the man nodding at you as he patiently waited for your elaboration.

“It’s not you that’s the problem. It’s me.” You said shakily, face crumpling into tears once again making Jungkook step toward you to hug you once again.

“Okay, we don’t have to talk about it, it’s okay.” He soothed you, running his hand up and down your spine comfortingly before you pulled back slightly to look at him.

“Me crying isn’t a reason to avoid this conversation, Jungkook. I’m being ridiculous and I’m sorry.” You wiped your tears with the pads of your fingers, swiping them away in frustration that you couldn’t express your thoughts and feelings without bawling like a baby.

“I know it’s not, it is a conversation we need to have, I know that. But you’re upset, I’m upset, we’re tired, and it’s fucking cold out here.” He finished with a slight laugh, making you chuckle as well.

“Let’s just go home, change into some comfortable clothes, and then we’ll talk. Calmly. Okay?” He asked, you frowning as you looked back at the building you’d tried to leave in a huff.

“You don’t want to stay? I’m fine with staying.” You assured him, the man chuckling slightly as he leaned in to press a kiss to your forehead.

“I just want to go home with my favorite girl.” He mumbled against the skin, pulling back to raise his eyebrows at your skeptical expression.

“Are you sure?”

“Positive.” He nodded, smiling gently at you when you nodded in agreement, taking his hand in yours once again as you let him lead you to the car.

“Hop on in, m’lady.” He gestured with a nod, holding the passenger side door open as you slipped past him to sit in the car.

You expected him to close the door and round the vehicle to get into the drivers side, but you were surprised when he instead leaned over your body, placing his hand on your jaw to press his lips to yours in a searing kiss.

Taken aback at the way his lips hungrily captured yours, your hand instinctively came up to support the back of his head as you allowed his tongue to push its way past your lips.

The pads of your fingers soothed over the hair on his nape as his soft lips melded with yours, tiny puffs of air escaping from his nostrils and hitting your skin as he continued his dizzying ministrations.

Pulling back, he pressed a gentle kiss to your bottom lip, looking down at you with fluttered eyelids as he stroked his thumb across your cheek.

“My heart is yours. I‘m in love with you. And that will never change.” He reminded you, your eyes glued to his pretty features in awe as you soaked in his words.

“I know that, Kookie. I do.” You responded quietly, the man nodding in satisfaction before leaning in to peck your lips one last time, pulling back and withdrawing himself from the car.

When he shut the door, you were surrounded in silence once again, but this time your mind wasn’t making it so loud.

It was eased even just the slightest bit at the man’s reassurances, comforted by the way his hand held your own, resting upon your thigh as he started the car.

Your insecurities would not vanish overnight, that was for sure. But with the tender patience Jungkook never failed to provide you with, you had no doubt that it was an issue that could be worked through.

Leaning over to press your lips to Jungkook’s cheek, a smile quirked his lips at the action, turning to you with a shy grin as your eyes traced his features in the dark.

“What was that for?” He asked, smile widening when you shrugged your shoulders.

“I just love you. Thank you for putting up with me and all my crazy bullshit.” You said, Jungkook scoffing in response, lifting your joint hands to kiss at your knuckles.

“I love you. Along with all your crazy bullshit.”

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koos-euphoria · 4 years ago

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ᴍɪɴᴇ | ʏᴏᴏɴɢɪ ғᴛ sᴇᴏᴋᴊɪɴ

yoongi/reader ft seokjin | s | 18+ | actor!au | oneshot

wordcount: 5.4K

requested: yes

warnings: Dom!Yoongi, Sub!fem reader, hair pulling, teasing, fingering, dirty talk, pussy eating, throat fucking, possessive!Yoongi, degradation, praising, finger sucking, spanking, choking

— summary: you have to kiss seokjin in a drama, that you star in for the next episode of their reality tv show run bts! yoongi becomes possessive of his girl. So he reacts by showing that you are his, that is by making Seokjin watch him fuck you.

note: yeah.. this is just filled with filth sksksk

ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴍ.ʟɪsᴛ | ʙᴛs ᴍ.ʟɪsᴛ

The camera lens zooms into yours and Seokjin’s face, preparing to shoot. Your eyes running over the script in a hurry to memorise your next lines for the scene that’s about to happen. You feel a makeup sponge bounce on your cheeks delicately as the makeup artist touches up the subtle blush that she’s created. “Okay guys, we be starting the last scene for this run episode in a minute!” The director calls from behind the set. The rest of the boys crowding silently around him wanting to witness the ‘best scene in the whole script’ that is quoted from the director himself. You and Seokjin both give your scripts to one of the staff team as you get in your places, giving one another a small smile before getting into your characters. “Okay guys, in three.. two... one.. ACTION!” The director shouts and you hear a click for somewhere behind the camera.

Rain begins to pour down on both of you as you stare at the man in front of you. “You can’t just leave me y/n, not like this. I need you.” Seokjin stammers, his voice unstable, as he tries to hold back the need to cry. “If you needed me, then I wouldn’t of just seen you with her!” You shout back, your fists clenching by your side as the image that you saw not even five minutes before. The imagine of Seokjin smiling with his ex, as she holds flowers in her hands enters your mind. Your eyes fall shut, as if attempting to erase the picture, the sight of it bringing you so much pain. Oh how it hurts your heart. “It wasn’t what you think! Please... y/n just, let me explain.” Seokjin begs, no longer being able to hold back his sadness, tears freely flowing down his pretty face. As you take deep breath, your own tears begin to fall, one after another. Slowly opening your eyes, you look up at him and take another deep breath. God, you hate seeing him cry. “You have two minutes.” You tell him gently, though it wasn’t a whisper, it is all you could manage, however, your voice to unstable for anything more. Seokjin’s eyes widen slightly, before he scrambles for his words, stuttering. “I b-bumped into her, she already had t-those flowers, she just got back from seeing her boyfriend. Those were not from me, I’d...” Seokjin pauses to take a deep breath, clenching his fists in an attempt to steady his trembling hands. “I don’t love her y/n, she’s just.. she’s not the one I want. Or who I want to be with. That person, she is just someone I used to know.” Seokjin explains, eyes frantically looking everywhere he can see. Scanning across your face, searching for any negative reaction from you. You space out as you take in his words, eyebrows coming into a frown, lips pouting as you become confused. “You.. you don’t love her?” You question, quietly, as you take a small step forward, closer to Seokjin, your hands still clenched by your sides, cautious. Automatically Seokjin erratically shakes his head from side to side, taking his own step closer to you, so close his breath fans over your face, creating some sort of heat that dances along your cheeks. His hand comes up to gently caress your cheek, thumb running along the soft skin. “No. I don’t. She’s not the one I love.” He confirms, your eyes flicker between his eyes and lips. The rain continues to pour down on the pair of you, even as the tears cease, a chill running down your spine as your clothes begin to soak through. Seokjin’s hair sticks to his forehead, as his eyes copy yours, flickering across your face. “Then who?” You whisper, raising a hand to lay on his chest, your breath is felt on Seokjin’s lips and you could almost hear the hitch in his breath. “You. It’s always been you.” He whispers back. Right before he finally closes the gap between you, his free arm slithering around your waist to pull your body against his own. His pillowy soft lips pressing against yours. The kiss full of raw passion. The emotion of pure love. It steals your breath away. The kiss only lasted for about 6 seconds, but it almost felt like a whole minute. Seokjin pulls away first, out of breath, you both pant as he presses his wet forehead on your own, looking into your eyes, neither of you are able to hold back the goofy smiles that spread across your faces. “I love you too.” You whisper to Seokjin.

“and CUT! Well done guys that was great!” The director praises you both enthusiastically, arms wide before he gives you a pat on the back once he’s in front of you. “Thanks!” Seokjin and you both beam. The boys were quick to steal the pair of you away as the director runs to talk to one of the other staff members. “Damn, I was about to cry myself!” Hoseok exclaims as he wipes away a fake tear from his cheek. “Right? It was so beautiful!” Jungkook’s quick to agree with his Hyung, bouncing on the balls of his feet excitedly. “I wanna kiss y/n! You’re lucky Hyung!” Jimin winks at you, a smirk playing on his full lips, making your cheeks flush pink. “Oh me too!” Taehyung chimes in, nodding his head, his dark hair flopping in front of his eyes. “You did great guys.” Namjoon smiles, dimples popping out on his cheeks, his hands stuffed in his pockets. He smiles again as he ignores the other boys comments. You look over at Yoongi, waiting to hear what he thinks, but you find him practically sending Jin to an early grave. The elder coughs awkwardly, windshield like laugh floods the room. “C’mon guys, let get you changed before you catch a cold.” A female staff cheers, you see Jin physically relax as she begins pushing you both away from the boys and towards the changing rooms. Side by side, you and Seokjin joke on the way there, before splitting apart to go into different rooms so you can get changed.

As you take a step out the door, humming happily to yourself freshly changed into dry clothes, you bump into something sturdy, catching you off guard. “Oh!” You shout in fright, not expecting anyone to be there. Your head tilts up to find Yoongi staring harshly back down at you, arms crossed over his chest. Your eyebrows scrunch up worriedly. “Is everything okay Yoongs?” You ask, your hand moving to gently brush the stray strand of hair that is covering his beautiful dark eyes. You see his features soften slightly, a small pout appearing. Cute. “Mmm.” He hums absentmindedly, rolling his eyes, before he grips onto your wrist in time for it to be slowly pulling away. “Come.” He demands, his voice deep and raspy, the harsh look back on his face before he is turning away from you and walking down the long corridor, leaving no room for you to argue.

You practically jog to keep up with a pissed off Yoongi, or what you’re guessing is a pissed off Yoongi, if the clenched jaw and dark eyes are anything to go by. The grip that he has on your wrist isn’t tight but it is enough to have your heart racing inside your chest, and trip over your own two feet. Yoongi pulls you away from the changing room you were just in and past many doors that you don’t have the chance of even looking at, room by room going past you both like a blur. Yoongi comes to a sudden halt, making you awkwardly face plant into his back. “Where are we going Yoongi?” You ask, your voice soft and delicate to his ears, your hand that isn’t occupied in his grasp moves to gently lay on the middle of his back, fingers tips spread apart, pushing lightly to create a bit of distance between you, as you step backwards. His head is turns towards you without a second thought, his chest tightening at how cute you look. Eyes wide like a little dear caught in headlights with a faint blush dusting along the apples of your cheeks, but still. It doesn’t change anything. He’s still pissed. As the quick flicker of the soft emotions appeared, they are gone just as fast. His dark eyes look down at you, almost scarily, causing goosebumps to rise on your skin. The irises expanding, now almost pitch black of colour are practically sending you six feet underground, right then and there. You curse to yourself inside your head as your heartbeat quickens, from nervousness and excitement, but also worry. What’s gotten him so mad?

Moving his whole body, he faces you completely now, his free hand that isn’t wrapped around your wrist, moves to grip your chin, fingers curling around the feature forcing you to look directly at him. “Did you enjoy that kiss?” Yoongi asks, voice low, raspy. It sends a chill down your spine as he completely ignores your question. Your eyes widen as your lips part at the sudden question. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy it, who wouldn’t enjoy kissing the worldwide handsome Jin? Obviously someone who isn’t sane. Waiting impatiently, Yoongi’s tongue comes into your view as the wet muscle licks the corner of his mouth, making your thighs clench involuntary. Noticing the subtle motion, the corner of Yoongi’s mouth twitches slightly as if holding back a smirk. He runs his tongue along the rest of his plush bottom lip, his eyes raking over your body top to bottom, checking you out. His bottom lip now glistening with saliva before a deep growl rumbles from the man in front of you. His left eyebrow raises once you move your eyes back into his. “Y-yes, I did.” You stutter, your fingers twitching as you fidget nervously, already knowing he’s not gonna like your answer. Your cheeks flush red as you watch Yoongi’s eyes turn even darker, narrowing at you. Whizzing back around after dropping his grip on your chin, Yoongi grasps the door handle with his now free hand, almost aggressively, proceeding to push the wooden door open after a loud click echos through the empty hallway. Moving himself into the room, his fingers instantly find the light switch, flicking it so the room is suddenly bright, almost blindingly so. A swift tug to your wrist, is all that Yoongi gives you to have you stumbling into his chest, grasping the soft material of his shirt between your fingers, as he pushes the door shut behind you.

Before you even have the time to remove your hands from him and flatten the new crinkles that you’ve made in Yoongi’s shirt, he looks down at you, one hand coming under your chin again, gripping it as he silently pulls you up straight. You suddenly gasp as you feel your back roughly hitting the door behind you. His other hand suddenly leaves your wrist and finds its way in your hair gripping at the roots. The feeling has your pussy clenching, a whimper falling from your parted lips. Yoongi ducks his head down causing your breath to catch in your throat. It was almost overwhelming how little he’s doing with how much it’s affecting you. The feeling of Yoongi’s lips trailing along your exposed collarbone renders you speechless, as his warm breath ghosts along the skin forcing goosebumps to rise, it makes him smirk. Oh how he loves just how easy it is to get reactions from you. So sensitive. Humming, he trails his feather-light touches of his lips along your neck, stopping once he reaches the part just below your ear as that has your fingers tightening in his shirt, crumpling it further. His teeth nip at the flesh and you keen, moaning, your knees buckle weakly. Yoongi chuckles darkly as he licks and kisses the sensitive spot before he decides to mark it, sucking on the skin. When he pulls away you see him slightly nod in approval, when he sees the fresh purple colour it’s turned to. Ducking back down he nips again, this time at your lobe, and your eyes instinctively shut, lashes tickling the tops of your cheeks as they flutter. You can feel the material of your underwear sticking your folds, as you get more worked up at Yoongi’s hot mouth. Yoongi gives a small tug on your roots, making you mewl. “Look at you. So responsive and I’ve barely even done anything.” Another tug to your roots, this time harsher as he forces your head back, making it slightly thud against the door, but you couldn’t care less as the pain only adds fuel to the throbbing between your legs. Your hole clenching, feeling far too empty. You whimper, attempting you grind on something, your eyes glazing over as you look up at Yoongi, to find him darkly staring back at you, a Sultry smirk on his lips, like he can read just how desperate you’re becoming by the second, how needy you are to have him. “I bet you’re soaking, hm?” Yoongi asks rhetorically.

Yoongi doesn’t need an answer, as the hand that was wrapped under your chin moves south, the tips of his fingers brushing past the tops your breasts on the way down, continuing until he reached the inside of your bare thigh. Two fingers then start trailing upwards, slowly, his feather light touch, torturing you. “Yoongi p-please.” You beg, and oh how sweet you sound. It makes Yoongi cock twitch inside his tight jeans. His lip is captured between his teeth, as he continues the slow pace. “Please what, what do you want Kitten?” He asks huskily. Kitten, fuck. That name effects you more than you ever thought it would, especially when it’s mixed with his deep voice. It makes your cunt drip. His fingers finally reach the hem of your skirt, playing with the material as his smirk deepens. Your eyebrows furrow, very frustrated. “Need y-your fingers, p-please, f-fuck need it so bad.” You beg again, stuttering over your words, unable to hold back the slight whine as his finger slips under the hem of your skirt, to continue the trail, his pace still slow. “My fingers? Where exactly do you need my fingers huh?” Yoongi teases, and god does it drive you crazy. Your knees begins to wobble in want, the grip on his shirt becoming even tighter as you cry out in frustration. “My p-pussy!” Yoongi chuckles at this as his lips attach onto your own, the taste of him flooding your senses. It makes you all the more needier for him as you feel his tongue lick at your lip, wanting entrance, which you give him, his tongue instantly moving to wrestle with your own. He swallows the moan that leaves you mouth as you finally feel his long fingers on your underwear. He groans, pulling away with your lip between his teeth, letting go after a second. “Fuck your so wet, Kitten.” His own eyebrows furrow, licking his lips, the taste of your mouth still there. “P-please.” You whisper, sliding your hands that sits in Yoongi’s shirt up and into his dark hair, pulling him back down to your mouth.

Yoongi wastes no time now, as he moves the lace material of your underwear to the side, his two fingers automatically running through your slick folds. Circling your hole, he collects your juices before running them up to your clit, circling the bud. Pleasure flows through your veins as you part from his mouth, gasping. “Fuck!” You moan, and the grip on your hair disappears as Yoongi’s falling to his knees in a blink of an eye. His eyes hungry, taking in your needy cunt. Using his free hand he moves your skirt so it’s bunched around your stomach, finding it in the way as he groans out. “Look at you. Who made you this wet hm?” He asks, as he leans forward his breath hitting the soft skin just above your sensitive clit. “You, Yoongi.” You answer him breathlessly, and that’s all he needed to hear for his digits to slide down to your hole, and his mouth to attach onto your clit. A loud whine leaves your mouth when his tongue first flicks on the little nub, your head banging against the door again, this time harder. His fingers slowly push their way past you tight hole, your mouth falling open in a silent moan as you feel the burning pleasure of being stretched open. Your fingers tangle through the soft strands of Yoongi’s hair, tugging lightly, forcing a deep groan to be released from him below. His two fingers curl deliciously on the spongey spot buried deep inside your cunt, over and over. It has your toes curling and eyes rolling back. Your mouth releasing noice you’ve never even made before. “Mmm that’s it, Kitten, are you gonna cum? Your clenching around my fingers so tight.” Yoongi pulls slightly away from your pussy panting, trying to catch his breath, a dark glimmer of mischief shines in his eyes. You don’t manage to pick up on it though, your heads to clouded with lust and the desperate need to cum. “P-please Yoongi, I’m so close.” You whine, tugging on his hair, pulling him back to your aching cunt. You’re so close, just a second longer and you’ll be there, floating in ecstasy. Your legs begin to shake and your pussy tightens around his fingers like a vice, making Yoongi groan in want and just as you’re about to step into that sweet release, Yoongi pulls his whole body away from you, your cunt empty and your painfully close orgasm fades into nothing.

“W-what? No, I was so close!” You practically sob, tears filling your eyes. Yoongi stands up and moves so close to you, toes touching but nothing else. Capturing your eyes, he lifts his hands up, the two fingers that were inside your cunt, taps your bottom lip before sliding along the red flesh. “Open.” Yoongi demands. You listen instantly stuck in some sort of lust filled trace. Yoongi hums to himself, loving how obedient you are as he pushes his digits between your lips. The taste of yourself fills your senses and you couldn’t hold back the small whimper building up inside you. “Suck. Thaaats a good girl.” He praises you as you hallow your cheeks, bobbing your head on his fingers, imagining to yourself that it’s something else entirely. Yoongi swallows as the same image flash his mind. The thought of your lips wrapped around his fat cock has it twitching. Just as he opens his mouth to tell you to get on your knees. There’s a knock at the door. “Yoongi-ah, are you in there? Have you seen Y/n? She’s missing.” Seokjin shouts. Looking at Yoongi, he seems to be caught in his thoughts so just as you’re about to answer for him his hand that you were sucking on pulls out from between your lips and covers your mouth, keeping you quiet. His dark eyes are on you again, almost daring you to speak. With his other hand gripping your arm, he moves you both away from the door, and once he’s in a place he likes his hand slides up your arm, tickling the skin until he reaches your shoulder. He presses you down and you fall loudly onto your knees, hissing at the small pain. “Yoongi-ah?” Jin shouts again, knocking. Yoongi looks down at you, smirking as he begins to unbuckle his belt and unzip the zipper of his jeans. Only pulling his boxers down enough to reveal his very hard cock.

You almost choke at the sight of him, not only is he long, but he’s thick, so thick. It makes you wonder how the fuck are you gonna even fit that inside you. Yoongi still smirking grasps his cock in one hand, running his hand up and down along his shaft. A drop of dripping from the tip and you lick your lip hungrily. This earns a chuckle from Yoongi. “Wanna suck my cock, Kitten?” He asks, his head tilting slightly to the side, and you nod so fast, needy. “Open up then.” He says as he taps the tip on your mouth as if to enticed you further. Obeying, you open up and Yoongi doesn’t hesitate to slide his cock inside right to the hilt, in one swift thrust, the salty taste of his precum coating your tongue in the process. You feel a hand in you hair holding you still as your nose brushes the skin above. Yoongi moans deeply as his head falls back, his eyes screwed shut. Another knock at the door brings his attention back to you, the same mischievous glint in his eyes. This time you see it, your eyes widening in wonder of what he’s about to do. The free hand that isn’t tangled in your hair moves to your cheek caressing it gently, thumb running along your cheek bone almost lovingly. It makes your heart sore. “Come in.” Yoongi’s raspy voice echos and it makes you jump as it practically slices through the almost silent room, other than the sound of your gags from his cock sitting snuggly inside your throat.

You can almost feel the stare that Seokjin is giving on the side of your face, and as you go to look as him, Yoongi growls out, his loving grip turning harsh on your jaw, forcing you to stay looking at him. “Eyes on me. It’s my cock down your throat. Not his.” Yoongi spits. His head looks back at his elder, smirking. “Ah, Hyung, how nice of you to join us. Why don’t you take a seat, hm?” His head tilts, dark hair moving with the action. When you think Seokjin was gonna turn around and leave, he actually walks closer taking the seat at the side of you both, one leg crossing over the other wordlessly. Yoongi’s head turns back to you, his cock twitching, almost like he forgot for a second that is was between your spit covered lips. “Now, where were we Kitten, hm?” He chuckles, pulling his hips out slightly before pushing back in, repeating the motion over and over, a steady rhythm of his hips, as he fucks your throat. “Such a good girl for me, letting me use your throat. My perfect little fuck doll.” Yoongi praises, his grip tightening in your hair in time with his last sentence. “So pretty with your lips around my fat cock, Kitten.” Your cunt clenches around nothing as you whine, though it sounds nothing like a whine from the way Yoongi started thrusting fast making you gag and choke around him. “Your throat’s so tight, almost want to cum down it.” He reveals, and you moan in approval, the thought of drinking Yoongi’s cum sounds more than appetising. “Oh you want that huh? Want to drink my cum, like a little cumslut huh?” Yoongi asks, and you try to nod your head as best as you could with your mouth stuffed. It makes Yoongi chuckle, mockingly. “Hm as much as I would like that, I’m making Seokjin hyung watch me take what’s mine. So, I’m cuming no where but inside that tight little cunt of yours.” He tells you. Oh what a filthy mouth he has, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t love it. If your dripping cunt is anything to go by and the way it’s starting to run down the tops of your thighs. You almost forgot that Seokjin was even there, as you see him fidget from the corner of your eyes. But before you could even give him the slightest attention Yoongi pulls his cock from your mouth, gripping your arm, as he pulls you up from your knees to stand. Turning you around so your back is towards him he runs one hand up your spine, stopping once he reaches between your shoulder blades. Applying slight pressure he pushes you down so your top half is leaning on a table. A table that you didn’t even realise was there, as your body jerks from the cold wood.

Yoongi kicks your feet apart as he grasps the material of your underwear, pulling it to the side again. You groan when you feel his cock touch your folds lightly, making him chuckle. “Hm so excited for cock aren’t you, Kitten?” He asks teasingly, and you nod your head, but your lack of words makes Yoongi tut, bringing his hand back before swatting your ass cheek, quick and hard. Your whole body jumps forward, hipbone digging into the edge of the table, you gasp at the sting, the pain only adding to the arousal between your legs. “Words, Kitten. Use them.” He demands, and you obey, fast, so needy, that you whine lightly, you don’t even care as Seokjin chuckles from beside you. “Yes, fuck yes, want your cock.” Yoongi hums to himself, wrapping his hand around his girth he teases the head along your folds, tapping your clit twice with the tip before aligning his cock to your awaiting hole. “Yeah? Want my cock?” He asks again. “Hm, I can feel you clenching around nothing, greedy girl.” He says, while spanking your ass twice. “Beg for my cock. Show Jin how pretty you sound when you beg for me.” Yoongi tells you.

You don’t even wait as words spill from your mouth, not even holding back forgetting about Jin’s obvious presence at the side of you. “Please Yoongi, please, want it bad, want you. Please.” Tears spring to the corners of your eyes, so desperate to feel him buried inside your cunt. You can tell that Yoongi is loving every second and every whimper or whine that leaves your mouth. All for him. A gasp leaves your lips as Yoongi pushes the tip of his cock in your cunt, the blissful burning stretch of the tip makes you choke on your saliva. “Fuck so tight.” Yoongi curses through clenched teeth, pushing in his cock further, a hand grips your hip hard enough to bruise as the other wraps around your throat. Not choking you but just the feeling of it being there is enough to have adrenaline running through your veins excitedly. As his hips are flush against your plump ass cheeks, you both groan loudly In unison. The feeling of your cunt walls hugging Yoongi’s fat cock so nicely, forces him to take his bottom lip between his teeth. Your legs are already shaking at how good he feels inside you, so full, and you get impatient, wriggling your hips in effort to make him move and fuck you dumb. “Ah ah. Naughty girl.” Yoongi says disapprovingly, his hand tightening around your throat slightly.

He begins to pull his cock slowly out of you until nothing but the tip is inside you once again. “Tell Seokjin you're mine.” Yoongi growls, his teeth clenched, and you keen, arching your back, “I’m yours, Yoongi.” You moan breathily, and that’s when Yoongi pushes his cock back in. Hard. Knocking all the air out of your lungs. “Yeah. All mine.” Yoongi states, cockily, his eyes flicking to his Hyung for a split second. Picking up a fast pace, controlling it so his cock reaches deep inside you, his tip kissing that spot that has your toes curling and you eyes rolling back. His hand releases his grip on your neck, sliding up until he reaches your jaw. Leaning his body over you, his chest against your back. He forces your head to face Seokjin, taking in the sight of him. Man spreading, cheeks flushes and his hands rub at his cloth covers cock. A delicious sight. You feel Yoongi’s breath hit the side of your face, as he growls out. “Mine.” Taking your lobe between his teeth, you whimper. “Tell him.” Yoongi grits, fucking into your cunt harder, as his other hand works his way around over your tummy and between your thighs, teasing your clit. “Go on.” He demands, letting go of your jaw he stands back up, both hands gripping your waist fucking into you. You gasp for breath desperately trying to grasp onto something, anything, until they land on the edge of the table. “I’m yours, fuck.” You whine, your mouth dropping open as your brows pinch together. Your high, so close once again.

Your eyes widen however as Yoongi pulls out, turning you over and lifts your ass up onto the table. Whining at being edged once again, Yoongi grips your thighs, spreading them before he lets go of one to help push his cock back inside your tight, leaking hole. “Oh-” You moan out, falling back onto your elbows as Yoongi picks up where he stopped, his hand going back to your thigh not wasting any time as he begins his same pace. “Hm, so pretty when my cocks splitting your little cunt open, Kitten.” Yoongi praises. “Isn’t she Hyung?” You hear a small, breathy ‘yes’ leave Seokjin’s bitten lips. You keen at the praise, as your head falls back. “C-close!” You shout, as you force your head back up to look into Yoongi’s eyes, your own being wide. “Hm, I can tell, squeezing my fat cock so good.” Yoongi moans, giving you one harsh thrust as if to emphasise his words. “Mmm love your fat cock.” You babble mindlessly, earning a chuckle from Yoongi, though his own eyebrows pinch together and his tongue licks the corner of his mouth. Sweat dripping down his temples as his hair sticks to him. You looking like a similar picture. The feeling of his cock twitching inside is enough to show he too is close. “I know, wanna feel you cum on my fat cock right now though, baby.” He says, as he slides his hand further up your thigh until he’s rubbing at your clit in circles. “Be a good girl and cum for me.” He purrs, leaning over your frame, his body encasing your own. Your body stiffens as you feel euphoria run through you. Your vision turning white as you cum, hard. “F-fuck! Baby, where do you want my cum?” Yoongi gasps, your cunt like a vice around his girth. “Inside, god, want it inside please.” You cry out. “Shit!” Yoongi curses, his mouth fits over yours as he kisses you, all tongue and teeth. As spurts of his cum hit your walls coating them.

The after glow of your orgasms wash over you as you continue to kiss, Yoongi’s arms wrapping around your frame holding you against him as you wrap your arms around his neck. Pulling away from you with a final peck, Yoongi flashes a gummy smile, running a hand along your spine comfortingly. “Are you done?” Seokjin’s strained voice is heard properly for the first time since he has entered the room and you immediately flush burying your face into Yoongi neck embarrassed. “I think you’ve made your point Yoongi.” Jin teases further, an eyebrow raises as he uses the arms of the chair to push himself up. “So, uh, yeah, I’ll be leaving, thanks for the uh, free porn show guys.” Is Seokjin’s final words before he walks vacates the room, the tips of his ears bright red. Unbothered, Yoongi just chuckles turning back to you, placing a kiss in your hair, as he breathes in your scent. “Did you mean it?” He whispers, and you pull your face away from the warmth of his neck arms falling to the table to hold your weight up, confused. “Mean what?” You ask, tilting your head, your hair falling in front of your face, just for Yoongi you brush it behind your ear softly, smiling like a lovesick puppy. “That you’re mine.” His voice surprisingly steady despite how nervous he really is. “Yeah, I’m yours Yoongs, always have been.” You whisper leaning into Yoongi’s soft touch, inwardly cooing as Yoongi’s gummy smile appears of his face once again. “Good, and uh incase you didn’t know, I’m yours y/n.” He confesses, but you giggle at him, leaning up to place your lips on his quickly, in a small kiss. “I know.” You say softly, leaning further back you properly look at yoongi’s flushed face, post sex hair, thin layer of sweat covering his skin, kiss swollen lips. A sight that has your cunt clenching, around the cock that’s still buried inside you. Grunting, Yoongi’s gummy smile quickly turns into a small smirk. “Round 2?”

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