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230707 Big Hit's Tweet

[네이버 포스트] 띵동! 슈가 & Agust D & 윤기의 모습을 가득 담은 종합 선물 세트가 도착했습니��🎁 (@ https://m.post.naver.com/viewer/postView.naver?volumeNo=36214098&memberNo=51325039) #BTS #방탄소년단 #슈가 #SUGA #AgustD #D_DAY

[Naver Post] Ding dong! Your SUGA & Agust D & Yoongi gift set has arrived🎁 (@ https://m.post.naver.com/viewer/postView.naver?volumeNo=36214098&memberNo=51325039)

#BTS #SUGA #AgustD #D_DAY

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[BTS] SUGA | Agust D 'D-DAY' 활동기 비하인드 대공개!

[BTS] SUGA | Agust D ‘D-DAY’ Activity Period Behind-the-Scenes Release!

아-하!

Hi-A!

(T/N: Stands for ‘Hi ARMY’, which is how Bangbell always starts these posts.)

꒰⸝⸝•ᴗ•⸝⸝꒱੭⁾⁾

방림이가 너무 오랜만에 왔죠? (;´・`)> 오랜만에 온 만큼 어마 무시한 포스트 주인공을 데리고 왔는데요?! 오늘의 주인공은 바로바로바로바로~~~ (모두 다 알고 있지만) SUGA | Agust D의 솔로 앨범 활동기 비하인드!

It’s been a while since Bangbell was here, right? (;´・`)>

But since it’s been a while, I’ve brought an incredible star for this post?! And today’s star is is is is is~~~ (You all already know but) The behind-the-scenes for SUGA | Agust D ’s solo album activity period!

포스트를 시작하기에 앞서 퀴즈 나갑니다 민슈가의 매력 포인트는 무엇일까요? 1. 귀여움 2. 멋있음 3. 섹시함 4. 잘생김 5. 말랑함 정답은요?

1, 2, 3, 4, 5 아무래도 당모. 당연히 모두 다. 슈가의 귀여움, 멋있음, 섹시함, 잘생김, 말랑함을 다 모아 포스트에 가-득 담아왔으니 바로 시작하시죠!

Before we start this post, there’s a quiz

What’s Min Suga’s most charming feature?

His cuteness

His coolness

His sexiness

His handsomeness

His squishiness

The answer?

1, 2, 3, 4, 5 No matter what you pick AOTA. All Of The Above.

I’ve gathered together all of Suga’s cuteness, coolness, sexiness, handsomeness, and squishiness and have put it aaall in this post so let’s begin!

말랑 포근 남친 + 예민 존잘 수트 남신 두 가지 콘셉트를 전부 볼 수 있었던 ‘사람 Pt.2 (feat. ��이유)’ MV 비하인드로 가볍게 시작해 볼까요?

A soft and cozy boyfriend + A sharp, handsome, suit-wearing god Shall we start with the behind-the-scenes for the ‘People Pt.2 (feat. IU)’ MV where you can see both of these concepts?

*Ꙩꙻ₀Ꙩꙻ)！ 조그만 곳에 들어가는 걸 좋아하고 신 걸 못 먹는 걸 보니 민윤기는 고양이가 확실합니다(?) MV에서는 그렇게 날티나던 OPPA였는데 현장에선 이렇게 귀여운 게 말이 돼?! ㄴ외않되

*Ꙩꙻ₀Ꙩꙻ)！ He likes going into small places and he can’t eat sour things so I’m positive that Min Yoongi is a cat(?)

In the MV he appeared like such a playboy OPPA* But on set he’s so cute. Does that even make sense?! ㄴWhy not?

(T/N: ‘Oppa’ is the Korean word women use to refer to a man who is older than them. Female fans also use this term affectionately for male celebrities.)

5252~ 귀여운 ‘해금’ MV 속 애옹이를 보느라 처연미 넘치는 ‘AMYGDALA’ MV 비하인드도 잊으면 안된다구 항상 미남이지만 본인피셜 “이때 예뻤네~!” 말이 나오게 만드는 ‘AMYGDALA’ MV 속에서는 더더욱 어머 미남.. ⸝⸝• ̫•⸝⸝

Hey hey*~ Just because you saw a cute kitty in the ‘Haegeum’ MV doesn’t mean you can forget about the ‘AMYGDALA’ MV that’s full of tragic beauty

(T/N: The number 5252 is pronounced “oh ee oh ee / 오이오이” in Korean, which sounds a lot like the greeting “Hey / eo ee, 어이” that you would shout at someone.)

He’s always been a handsome man but in the ‘AMYGDALA’ MV even he ended up saying “Wow, I looked so pretty then~!” Oh my what a handsome man.. ⸝⸝• ̫•⸝⸝

깜짝 사연 모집과 함께 오랜만에 ��아와서 아미들을 놀라게 했는데 보이는 라디오를 통해 더 물오른 미모로 더더더 놀라게 했던 꿀에펨부터 슙디… 금방 돌아온다고 했으니까 기다릴게… 기다린다! 우리… 한 발자국도 안 움직인다! 슙디 돌아올 때까지 숨참기 시작

Starting with Kkul FM which came back after a long time along with a surprise story submission form and really caught ARMYs off guard and surprised them even more with his beautiful looks through a video radio show

DJ Syub*… you said you’ll be back soon so we’ll wait… we’ll wait! We… won’t even move a single step! Starting now we’re holding our breath until DJ Syub returns

(T/N: The alias Suga uses when he hosts his radio show Kkul FM.)

있지도 않은 남사친 기억 조작하게 만들면서 많은 아미들 심장 떨리게 만들었던 팔레트

Palette, which made everyone think of a guy friend that they don’t even have and made so many ARMYs’ hearts flutter

미니미즈가 함께 출연한 핑계고에서 본 뜻밖의 귤디 (◍•ᴗ•◍)❤

갑작스런 퀴즈. 슈가는 핑계고에서 귤을 몇 개를 먹었을까요? 정답은 아미가 알려줄 거야…

Tangerine D was unexpectedly seen on Just an Excuse which the Minimis* appeared on together (◍•ᴗ•◍)❤

(T/N: A nickname for Suga and Jimin.)

Pop quiz. How many tangerines did Suga eat on Just an Excuse? ARMYs will let you know the answer…

주인장 아니고 게스트로 나와서 으른 섹시 + 잔망 귀여움 다 보여줬던 슈취타 아니고 알취타도 있구요!

He appeared as a guest instead of the host and showed off menacing sexiness + adorableness And it wasn’t Suchwita, it was Rchwita*!

(T/N: The name of Suga’s talk show ‘Suchwita’ changed to ‘Rchwita’ when RM hosted for one episode.)

of the 아미 for the 아미 by the 아미 오로지 아미만을 생각하면서 준비한 로드 투 아미 솔직히 정식으로 귀미챌 한 번 더 해줘야 된다고 생각합니다. (진지)

of the ARMY for the ARMY by the ARMY He prepared Road to ARMY while only thinking of ARMY

If I’m being honest, I think he needs to do the SICC* again. (I’m serious)

(T/N: Stands for “Sorry I’m Cute Challenge,” which was a trend many idols did during fanmeets.)

해외에 나가서도 아미들이랑 이야기 나누고 싶다고 현지 시간으로 이른 아침 일찍부터 찾아와 조곤조곤 많은 이야기 나누고 간 발매 라이브에

Even when he went overseas he said he wanted to talk to ARMYs So he got up in the early hours local time And, very quietly, talked a lot during his album release live

빽빽한 미국 스케줄 사이에 깜짝 무대 선물해 준 팰런쇼

In between his packed schedule in the U.S. He gifted us with a surprise performance on the Fallon Show

두 가지 매력의 데이트룩도 차려입고 아미들과 영화관 데이트했던 무비 나잇까지..!

He donned two date outfits with two different charms and went on a movie date with ARMYs for Movie Night..!

끝인 줄 알았지?! 최고의 선물 ‘해금’ 안무 영상은 또 얼마나 열심히 준비했게요

You thought this was the end right?!

How hard must he have prepared for the ‘Haegeum’ dance practice video, which was the best gift ever

해금 추는 민윤기… 다시 볼 수 있기 기원 정권 찌르기 1일차… 콘서트 준비에 바빴을 텐데 아미들 심심하지 말라고 언제 다 준비해놓고 짜잔- 한 상 차려놓은 민윤기 안 사랑하는 법 나는 몰라 진짜 몰라 ( ˃̣̣̥ω˂̣̣̥ )

Min Yoongi dancing to Haegeum… This is day 1 of pestering the higher ups to let me see that again…

He must have been so busy preparing for his concerts But just so ARMYs wouldn’t be bored Min Yoongi prepared everything at some point and ta da- He prepared an entire feast Seriously I don’t even know how I’m not supposed to love him ( ˃̣̣̥ω˂̣̣̥ )

여기에 콘서트는 또 얼마나 기깔나게 준비했다구욧!? 콘서트 준비 과정도 함께 만나볼까요? ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

Just how much did he say he prepared here for the concert!? Shall we go check out the concert preparation process? ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

고양이도 콘서트 포스터 촬영을 할 수 있는 건가요? 슈가는 없고 앙큼 고영 밖에 없는데요?

Can cats also take photos for concert posters? There’s no Suga here just a devious kitty?

비상비상!!! 1 아미 1 애옹이 보급 시급 이과 아미들 뭐 하는데!! 민윤기 복제 안 하고 뭐 하는데!! (땡깡)

Emergency emergency!!! 1 ARMY 1 kitty are urgently needed ARMYs who studied science, what are you doing!! Why haven’t you cloned Min Yoongi yet!! (Throwing a tantrum)

✧/ᐠ-ꞈ-ᐟ| 이 이모티콘 그 잡채…

✧/ᐠ-ꞈ-ᐟ| He’s the epitome of this emoticon…

의미 있는 자신감으로 Full 라이브 밴드 콘서트를 준비한 슈가… 아미들 마음을 조사버릴 민윤기 책임져.. 난 365일 중에 613일 정도는 민윤기 생각만 한다고 그리고 대망의 콘.서.트. 두둥!

Full of meaningful confidence Suga prepared a full live-band concert…

Min Yoongi, who’s destroying ARMYs’ hearts Take responsibility.. I think of only Min Yoongi 613 days out of 365 days

And now the long-awaited con.cert.

Drum roll!

크으으으으으으 My rap star… My rockstar… My king… 슈가는 왕이에요…

Woooooooooow My rap star… My rockstar… My king… Suga is the king…

이렇게 길고 알찼던 활동만큼 길고도 알찼던 활동기 포스트가 끝이 났습니다! 뭐 잊은 거 없냐구요? 乁(ᴗ ͜ʖ ᴗ)ㄏ 글~쎄요?? 넝담이고~

For as long and packed as this activity period was this long and packed acitivity period post is coming to an end!

You’re saying I forgot something?

乁(ᴗ ͜ʖ ᴗ)ㄏ I~don’t know??

Just a joke~

이 포스트를 빌려 아미에게 방림이 전할게 음음음음 다행히도 보여줄 사진은 여태 많이 남았네

Bangbell will take this post as a chance to tell ARMY Mm mm mm mm Thankfully there are still many pictures I have yet to show you*

(T/N: A reference to Suga’s verse in ‘Life Goes On.’)

포스트에 빠질 수 없는 셀카! 이쁜 셀카 이렇게 잔뜩 모아왔다구요! <(=^･^=)> 다양한 콘텐츠와 공연으로 아미들을 즐겁게 해준 슈가 & Agust D & 윤기에게 많은 박수 부탁드립니다~!!! (와아아아~~)

The selfies that we can’t leave out of this post! I’ve gathered all of these pretty selfies! <(=^･^=)>

Please give a big round of applause for Suga & Agust D & Yoongi for preparing all kinds of content and performances for ARMYs to enjoy~!!! (Yaaaaay~~)

어라랏..? 이쯤하면 아뿅이 나올 때가 됐는데..?

Umm..? Doesn’t ‘A-Poof’ usually appear right about now..?

따란~

Ta da~

여러분들이 그렇게 찾던 고양이 셀카를 두고 올 방림이가 아니죠 ~(˘▾˘)~

Bangbell has brought the cat selfie that you all were looking for ~(˘▾˘)~

요즘 날씨가 많이 ��운데 방림이가 더위를 물리치는 특별 방법을 알려드릴게요! 1. 슈가 사진 보기 2. Agust D 노래 듣기 3. 민윤기 사랑해 외치기

It’s been so hot recently so Bangbell will let you know a special method to beat the heat!

Look at photos of Suga

Listen to Agust D songs

Shout that you love Min Yoongi

그럼 다들 더위 조심하시고~ 다음에 또 다른 선물 같은 콘텐츠로 돌아오겠습니다!

So be careful of the heat~ I’ll come back next time with more gift-life contents!

아-뿅!

A-Poof!

(T/N: Short for “Bye ARMY! Poof!”, which is how Bangbell always ends these posts.)

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luxekook · 5 years ago

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intimidation | myg

⇥ pairing: yoongi x reader

⇥ genre: fluff, a lil touch of smut, college AU

⇥ summary: in which you think Yoongi is intimidating bc of his dark clothing and his quiet ‘don’t give a fuck’ attitude… but then someone makes him laugh and you watch as his face lights up in the cutest gummy smile complete with shining eyes and blushing cheeks and BOOM you’re whipped for that boy

⇥ word count: 2.3k

⇥ warnings: dirty talk, light smut, cursing

⇥ sequel: intensity

Thursday, September 28th – 11:16am

Min Yoongi intimidated the living hell out of you.

While the boy in question was not all that tall or all that muscular, there was admittedly something in his aura that just screamed ‘big dick energy’... Not that you’d ever get the chance to confirm that hypothesis. You weren’t even sure you wanted to.

Shoulders slumping, you shifted your peripheral gaze off of Yoongi and back onto your professor as she droned on about evolution. Your shared Introduction to Biology class inspired an odd mix of dread and excitement every Tuesday/Thursday morning as a consequence of Min Yoongi’s sheer presence.

Your mind drifted back to the first class of the semester about a month ago...

Arriving in the lecture hall indicated on your class schedule, you took a seat in the middle of the room. You were spoiled for choice given that you had arrived fifteen minutes early for lecture. The first day of classes was always stressful for you, given your tendency to get lost within the many buildings on campus as well as your hatred for lateness.

As the room filled with more and more students, you shuffled through your backpack. “Where the hell is it?” you muttered, searching for your planner where you would jot down important notes.

Finally, you spotted it wedged in between two of your folders. Grasping it in triumph, you tugged it out of your backpack and placed it on your desk. Glancing back up, you found the coldest pair of brown eyes staring back at you.

“Is anyone sitting there?” The question came in a slow drawl, all rough and lazy. Long fingers adorned in rings shifted as the boy pointed towards the empty seat next to you. God, he was offensively good-looking.

You blinked and shook your head, “No, have at it.” His gaze pinned you in place for a few more brief seconds before his chin lifted in acknowledgment and he slumped into place beside you.

You had learned absolutely nothing that first class. Or any subsequent class that Min Yoongi deigned with his presence. The odds were about 50/50 on any given day.

Today, his presence was wreaking havoc on your nervous system. Since the initial encounter on your first day of class, the amount of words exchanged between the two of you could be counted on one hand. Last week he had asked you for your notes from a previous class he had missed, and you almost burned from the inside out with embarrassment as he took in your impeccably organized and color-coded notes with raised eyebrows and a slight smirk.

“Were you planning on framing these?” he had asked while snapping a quick series of photos of your notebook pages. In response, you had scowled, pulling your notebook out of his reach.

You were a nerd. You knew that. But you didn’t like being made fun of for it. Especially by a boy as arrogantly apathetic as Min fucking Yoongi.

Therefore, you were doing your absolute best to ignore him today. The hour and a half of class dragged by so slowly you thought you might have grown a couple gray hairs by the time your professor dismissed everyone.

Rushing to pack up your belongings and multitude of colored pens, a small slip of paper dropped onto your desk. Confused, you immediately glanced up to find the source and found Yoongi sauntering away from you, black backpack hitched over one shoulder carelessly.

Fingers shaking, you opened the hastily folded paper: “(y/n) – Sorry if I made you upset last class. I only meant to extend my compliments to the artist... – MYG.”

Compliments to the—Min Yoongi was so full of shit. But you couldn’t fight the small smile that spread across your face.

“(y/n) ... (y/n) ... (y/n)!”

The sound of your name shook you from your thoughts. Your roommate Nia decided that wasn’t enough and she shoved you in the arm.

“Ow, what the hell, Nia?” you grumbled, rubbing your left bicep dramatically.

Nia scoffed, “You’re staring into your bland salad like it holds the key to the universe. What’s up with you?”

Stabbing said salad with your fork, you waved your well-lettuced utensil in your roommate’s face, “What’s up is that I cannot stand Min Yoongi! He walks around looking like god’s gift to anyone attracted to men. Then, he has the audacity to critique my notes and give me a half-assed apology with further ridicule? The nerve! The gall!”

“I’m going to stop you right there,” Nia cut off your rampage succinctly, “Min Yoongi apologized to you? We are talking about the same Min Yoongi, right? Bleached hair? Piercings? General hatred for life?”

You nodded. Nia’s eyebrows rose to new heights, “We must contact the historians. This is one for the books.”

Rifling through your planner, you pulled out the note Yoongi left you and thrust it in Nia’s direction, “Look!”

Unfolding the small torn paper, you watched as Nia’s eyes darted back and forth... and back and forth... and back and forth.

“Well?”

Nia’s wide eyes lifted to yours, “(y/n) ... Min Yoongi is flirting with you.”

You choked on your lettuce, “What? Where on earth are you getting that? He’s clearly roasting me.”

“Nope,” Nia threw the note back at you, “Clearly flirting. Damn, Min Yoongi is into my best friend? This is wild! Okay, you first need to get on that, and then you need introduce me to Park Jimin.”

“Are you insane?” Your outburst gained annoyed looks from the surrounding students in the dining hall and you lowered your voice, “I am not ‘getting on’ anyone!”

Rolling her eyes, Nia stared pointedly to the right, “So if I'm hearing you correctly, you’re saying that you don’t find him attractive?”

Your eyes followed her line of vision and landed on none other than your topic of conversation.

God, he looked good. Even surrounded by his group of attractive friends, Yoongi stood out to you. You were just about to glance away when it happened.

Kim Seokjin’s windshield wiper laugh burst through the cacophony of conversations, following what must have been one of his famously so-bad-they’re-good jokes.

And then Min Yoongi smiled.

Your heart stuttered in your chest as you watched his eyes crinkle, his cheeks turn a pretty pink and, his smile to widen into the cutest, most devastating gummy smile you had ever seen in your entire life.

“Holy fuck.” You exhaled. It was official. You were fucking whipped.

“Yup, that’s what I thought,” Nia’s smug tone pulled your focus away from this new version of Yoongi you were desperate to know, “Still going to deny that you want to jump his bones?”

“...No.”

You were scared shitless by Nia’s maniacal grin in response to your admission.

“Excellent,” she smirked, her palms rubbing together like a plotting villain, “Here’s what we’re going to do...”

Friday, September 29th – 10:34pm

Your hands tugged at the hem of the short leather miniskirt Nia loaned you for the night as your stomach flipped more times than Simone Biles’ floor routine.

Damn, you were nervous.

When Nia talked you into attending Kim Taehyung’s party, you had agreed pretty easily. You both had reasoned that Yoongi might not even be there; and, if he was, you would just see if he would approach you.

It had seemed so simple in the moment, but now as you grasped your beer you realized that nothing regarding Min Yoongi was simple. Since arriving about twenty minutes ago, you and Nia had immediately been recruited for beer pong by Park Jimin and Jeon Jungkook. Unable to crush Nia’s dreams of hooking up with Jimin, you had agreed immediately even though you were both absolutely terrible at the game.

Jimin and Jungkook now only had one cup left to make, while you and Nia had five. You dipped the pong ball into the designated cup of water to clean it, took aim and watched in glee as the ball sailed into the front cup.

“Oh, fuck yes!” You and Nia high-fived, taking in the rare victory. Opening her mouth to respond, Nia’s words died in her throat as she looked over your shoulder.

“What is it?” you began to turn to see what was so alarming to your friend.

“No!” Nia hissed, “Don’t you dare turn around. Min Yoongi is staring at you like you’re a five-course meal and he’s starving.”

Your soul left your body, only to be snapped back into place with the interrupting cheers from Jimin and Jungkook as they sunk their last cup.

“Good game!” Jungkook’s arm wrapped around you in a half-hug. You shoot Nia a look, but she’s completely occupied in conversation with Jimin. Jungkook’s arm fell to encircle your waist when you felt it – the weight of a certain someone’s gaze.

You barely registered Jimin and Nia’s exit from the pong table and onto the makeshift dancefloor in Taehyung’s living room. And when Jungkook suggested getting another drink from the kitchen you almost shouted in agreement. Anything to escape the eyes you knew were glued to you.

He’s just a boy, you tried to remind yourself, you could handle Min Yoongi.

You followed Jungkook into the cramped kitchen, nodding along to whatever story he’s rambling on about. Locating the vast array of alcohol scattered along the kitchen island, you grabbed a solo cup and fixed yourself a rum and coke.

“...and then Jin-hyung said ‘It’s burgundy!’” You tuned back in to Jungkook’s story just in time to laugh in the appropriate place. You felt bad. Jungkook was cute and sweet, but just not your type.

“Jungkook,” a low voice broke through your shared laughter.

Jungkook’s eyes widened in alarm as he turned to face the intruder, “Yoongi-hyung! Wh-what’s up?”

Yoongi’s gaze narrowed; Jungkook gulped, “Bye, (y/n)-noona.”

You watched in horror as Jungkook literally scrambled out of the room to get away from you and Yoongi.

“Why’d you do that?” You looked up at Yoongi.

Damn, he looked good. His blonde locks were tousled like he had been running his hands through it and his cheeks were slightly flushed – probably from drinking.

Yoongi ignored your question, shooting a look at the group of boys occupying the kitchen counter space next to you and they immediately made themselves scarce.

His dark gaze turned back to you, “Why Jungkook?”

Your eyebrows furrowed, “What?”

“Why were you talking to Jungkook, (y/n)?” Yoongi moved closer to you, backing you into the counter behind you, “That boy couldn’t handle you.”

Your eyebrows quirked up, “And why’s that?”

“Because, baby, all that hair, all that ass, and all that attitude needs a man to give you what you want and what you need.”

You struggled to formulate an answer as you watched as he took a long sip of his beer, his eyes continuing to burn into yours.

“Are you drunk, Min Yoongi?”

“Lil’ bit,” he muttered and shot you a devastating half-smile, “But still sober enough to appreciate how goddamn good you look right now.”

Your mouth opened and closed several times before you choked out, “I thought you hated me?”

His hand darted through his hair as his jaw flexed once… twice, “Not even close.”

“But you don’t talk to me... you made fun of my notes!”

“I don’t talk to you because I think you’re so fucking cute with your colored pens and your oversized sweatshirts and your overused planner. I don’t talk to you because I want to ruin you and worship you all at once.”

All air had escaped your lungs at this point. You let out a jagged breath as Yoongi suddenly slid his hands around your waist.

He scooped you off the floor and placed you on the edge of the counter. Your arms circled his shoulders instinctually and his grip tightened on your hips. When he glanced down at you, he let out a rough breath, sounding like you were torturing him.

Turning to the side, you tried to hide from his intensity behind the curtain of your hair, but he just pushed it back behind your ear.

“Yoongi, please…” Your desperate words left your mouth subconsciously, the feeling of his lips so close to yours made your pulse race and your head spin.

“What do you want, baby?” he asked, his voice hoarse and his pupils dilated, “I’ll give you anything. Just ask.”

“Kiss me?” You barely finished asking your question before Yoongi’s lips slammed onto your own.

He kissed you like he wanted to own you – and to have you own him. Gravity tried to drag you down off the counter and your mouths separated in a gasp. Yoongi hoisted you up higher with a firm hand on the back of your thigh.

Hooking your leg around his slim waist, you tugged him into you, feeling every inch of his body respond to your touch. He breathed heavily as you dragged your nails down his back slowly, provokingly. You felt his responding groan rumble deep from within his chest.

His free hand latched into your hair and tugged your lips back to his. You both moaned as his tongue circled yours, twining around it, enticing yours to follow.

You swore the way Min Yoongi kissed could be felt all the way down to your bones.

His kisses got greedier, more desperate as he seemed to be trying to memorize the taste of your mouth on his. “God-fucking-damn," he panted, pulling back slightly and resting his forehead on yours.

You smiled, completely fucked out. His fingertips dragged down your skin slowly until he reached your waist. His hands slid up under your shirt, and he rested his palms against your skin, fingers splayed down over your hips. His hold was undeniably possessive.

Shifting his head into the crevice of your neck, Yoongi muttered, “Go out with me, (y/n).”

The only answer your last few braincells could formulate was a garbled “Mkay”. But judging from the smile you felt against your pulse point, it was good enough for him.

a/n: originally was going to make this fic about jungkook (inspired by this post), but I decided I needed to write it about Yoongi bc he is baby

#bts #btswritingcafe #bts smut #bts imagine #bts fic #yoongi #min yoongi #yoongi x reader #myg x reader #bts x reader #bts fanfiction #bts fanfic #bts au #college yoongi #yoongi imagine

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whatifyoulivelikethat · 3 years ago

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heart+head(ache), m | myg, jjk

pairing(s): yoongi x reader x jungkook

summary: Like the seasons, the highs and lows come and go. Unlike the seasons, the lows are unpredictable and multiplicative, because life is not just one aspect, but many. If there's one person that can be your heart, it's Min Yoongi. If there's one person that can occupy your head, it's Jeon Jungkook.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; fluff / comfort, then PWP; smut (fem reader, nipple play, scratching / marking, fingering, hair-pulling, penetrative sex); softdom!Jungkook

this series has always been the personification of Yoongi and Jungkook as my muses. therefore it's not really a story, but rather a glimpse into my emotional state at the time it was written (about two weeks ago). I thought about not posting it, but, hey, you can choose to read it or not. I don't expect anyone to read it, tbh.

heartspace!Yoongi - his POV

"Leave me alone."

He sat down, silent, beside the hunched form.

"I can't take it anymore."

The only light came from the desk above them, the laptop screen blaring brightly in the darkness.

"I want to go back to the way it was."

He reached up and touched her knuckles, rubbing his fingertips over them.

"Back when no one knew I existed. Back when no one wanted to get in my head."

Over the silver rings, tracing reach one, decoration and armor, mirroring the outward self that protected the one inside. The fragile one that hid from the outside world. She let him see the fragility in this space, but only in this space. Her nails dug into her skin, tearing it up from the outside as the thoughts inside tore her to shreds.

"I don’t want these wings. I don’t want to fly high."

He waited, quietly, saying nothing, hand on hers. In this space, it was only him and only her.

The heart and the heartless.

"I don’t want to be in this light..."

Her eyes found his and he looked back, into shadowed orbs clouded from struggling for far too long and would continue to do so until she was no more. That was the way of the world, persistent and hurtful for no reason at all.

Time heals all wounds, but some wounds are blind to time, stagnant and frozen.

"I don't know the difference between pretending and not pretending anymore," she whispered, so quietly that he had to strain to hear.

He finally spoke, squeezing that thin hand gently.

"In some ways, they're the same thing for you, aren't they?"

She looked at him for a long, long time.

He lifted his hand from hers and stroked her cheek with the back of his fingers.

“You are with me,” he murmured. “And with me, you can be anything.”

This face hid behind smoke and mirrors. This face didn’t trust the world and trusted their own reflection even less. The world could pretend to know, but the reality was the depth of the scars was much deeper than anyone could ever fathom and this mind was unlike anyone else’s, too creative for its own good, producing new and intricate tortures for the one that lived within it. Only here, in this space, did he have a glimpse. Even then, he wasn’t sure he would ever see all of it, because that wasn’t necessary and because some shadows should stay in the dark where they belong.

"I can't be like them, Yoongi."

Min Yoongi shook his head.

"They're ordinary. You're special."

"I'm not."

"You know you are, otherwise no one would find solace in knowing you exist."

He held her face in his hands.

"Nameless, faceless, and yet... they flock to the safety of you."

He leaned forward, forehead to forehead.

"Who else can say that? No one. Not even me. Everyone knows my face now."

Into dark, dark eyes full of pain, reaching in, shouldering the weight so it was a little lighter, a little less heavy. He didn’t need to know the reason for the weight. It was there, and so he assisted.

"They'll never know the one I know."

A little despair, a little helplessness, all her.

"I'll never know the one you know."

He kissed her, softly, whispering her name and his love.

“If you think you can’t feel, then I will feel for you. If you ever feel like you don’t have a heart, know that I will be yours. Trust me.”

“Can I?” she breathed against his lips, eyes closed, lost in his taste.

Yoongi chuckled, running his hands through her hair, breathing in the scent of sweet matcha marshmallow, deeper, richer, warmer now that it was soaked into her skin, smooth and soft under his fingertips. She was like that. Everything she touched became more vivid, more alive, more real, even if it was only a fantasy.

“Of course. You are with me.”

He pulled her into his hold, into his lap, both of them still on the floor, cradling her at her lows so he could raise her at her highs.

“However long you need, one day, one week, one month, a year, until the end of time… I will be whatever role you need me to be. Obsession, possession, enemy, protector, muse, lover, one of them or all of them,” he murmured softly, lips on her temple, hand on the left side of her ribcage, cradling that rapid rhythm under his fingertips.

It was easy to say, don’t think about anyone else, but much harder to do so, and thus he didn’t say it. There was no need to. She already knew. That’s why she had retreated in the first place, retreated to the safety of his heart and blocked out the outside world.

“They are but visitors and they should be grateful to visit.”

Her fingers twisted into his shirt, clutching the fabric tightly.

“But I am, can, and will be everything you need, if you let me.”

She spoke into his neck, her hot breath wafting over his skin.

“You already are, Yoongi. You already are.”

They stayed like that, for a long, long time.

headspace!JK - reader's POV

You opened your bedroom door to find Jeon Jungkook laying on your bed.

His dark brown eyes shifted to you.

You looked away and closed the door.

“Where have you been?”

Every time. Every time you heard his smooth, silvery voice, you were reminded of home, even if he wasn’t always here. Then again, home was never a place to you. Like a permanent resident, Jungkook always managed to find his way to your bed and you, well, you resided with his voice.

“Who knows,” was your answer.

Because, in truth, you didn’t know.

Jungkook tilted his head, pink lips slightly parted. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

He sat up, watching you, black strands brushing against his dark brows. There was a slight furrow to them, somewhere between disbelief and inquisition. White t-shirt, blue jeans. He hadn’t been here long, otherwise he would have given up on the jeans. His eyes followed you, resting his right arm on his knee, black tattoos standing out against the light wash of the jeans and white-shirt, tan skin the perfect background for them. With the red eyeball tattoo, perhaps it was more accurate to say that three eyes were observing you.

You stood beside the bed but didn’t get on it.

Jungkook let out a soft sigh, the side of his lips quirking up ruefully. “If I was hyung, I would say the right words.” He frowned slightly, chewing on his lower lip, tiny mole underneath flashing into view, a soft kiss from the moon, perfectly placed in the middle. “He always knows what to say.”

You could almost hear that gentle, deep voice murmuring to you, hand on your chest, right above the rapid rhythm below his palm.

You always say it’s nothing when it’s something you know no one will understand.

Jungkook placed his chin on the back of his hand and looked up, catching your eye and pulling you from your thoughts with his voice.

“I don’t know what to say, but I can make you feel.”

You looked back, but still didn’t get on the bed.

“You cut your hair.” It was to his ears now, still black, just shorter.

“Mhm.” He smiled. “Do you not like it?”

You chuckled dryly. “You could be bald, Jungkook, and you would still look good.”

He wiggled his eyebrows. “Someday I’ll show up like that and then I’ll know if you’re telling the truth.”

You didn’t laugh or banter back, settling into silence instead. He noticed right away. His features softened and he raised his other hand to beckon you to him.

You didn’t move.

His lips formed to the words and you could tell he meant them because he maintained eye contact, not letting you avoid his gaze.

“I missed you.”

Where have you been?

You placed your hands on the bed, fingers spread, silver rings glinting in the light, lighting each and every one, all except your left pinky. You still hadn’t found the perfect one for that one yet. The three silver necklaces you wore clinked together as you crawled to Jeon Jungkook, mind full of thoughts that fell away one by one, replaced by the sight, sound, smell of Jungkook, tongue remembering his taste, skin prickling, remembering his touch.

“I could have distracted you,” he whispered, leaning forward.

“I wasn’t the best version of myself,” you whispered back, the dull ache of intangible weight pressing down on your ribcage. “I couldn’t see you like that.”

He lifted his right hand from his knee and reached around your head, burying his fingers in your hair, pulling you closer to that face and those eyes, sharp and defined with an endearing softness, lashes lowering, inhaling your scent, lustful satisfaction clouding his gaze as he once again recognized that you had changed it from that spiced, warm chestnut to a heady matcha marshmallow.

“You know,” Jungkook breathed, tugging you to him, his lips brushing against yours. “I am here for all versions of you, good or bad, sad or mad, fallen apart or all in one piece.”

His teeth nipped your lips and your breath caught your throat, knowing he was making you wait, curling his fingers in your hair to hold your head in place.

In this space, with him.

“If your head is full of me, there’s no space for the other thoughts.”

“That’s not how it works, Jungkook.”

“That’s how I want it to work.”

His lips captured yours, firm, intense, hand pulling you to him and his hard body, surrounding you in his embrace, your gasp in his mouth as he pressed you to his chest, pinning you down, forearms flexing against the small of your back, your hands coming up to steady yourself on his shoulders, digging your nails into the thin fabric of the t-shirt. You shivered in his hold, eyes opening slightly, not realizing they had closed, and his were open too, filtered by his lashes.

“I don’t want to go back out there,” you said, so softly that the words didn’t seem real.

“Then don’t,” Jungkook whispered. “Stay with me.”

“You’re not good for me.”

“They’re worse.”

He spread his legs and put you in his lap. You could feel the texture of his jeans through the thin fabric of your pajama shorts, thighs on top of his, softness to hardness. His fingers traced the lapel of your pajama shirt and the red piping, smiling at the print, little red devil heads making various faces against the black jersey fabric.

“You’re insufferable.”

The small smile lifted and now it was yours, turning into a smirk. “Yeah, but you love me.”

You stared into those eyes, that face, trapped in his arms, his body, his voice, his sound, everything just Jeon Jungkook, and the hesitation remained. You felt his hand shift, raising, fingertips brushing your cheek, sending shivers up your neck and to his electric touch.

“I couldn’t come back because it didn’t feel right.”

His hand lowered, cradling the side of your neck, thumb stroking your jaw.

“What about now?” Jungkook asked, silvery and sweet.

You told the truth, because the truth was eating away at you.

“I don’t know.”

He turned his head and leaned in, inhaling your exhale, eyes closing.

“I’ll help you know.”

His kiss.

I want to be your everything.

He made you memorize the shape of his lips, made you memorize the weight of his hands, made you memorize the curve of his shoulders and chest, pushing you down on the bed, your hands sliding down and pressed to his chest, palm to his heavy heartbeat, hungry kisses and fleeting tongue teasing you, the lower half of his body pinning yours down. Heavy. Inescapable. You tried to move away to speak but he caught your lips, pulling your back, his left hand peeling your right off his heart and interlocking his fingers with yours, slamming it down on the sheets, his right snaking in between your bodies, undoing the buttons one by one. You cried out into his mouth and he lifted his head, black hair messy, breathing hard.

“J-Jungkook…”

His lips were dark, swollen from kissing you so fiercely, irises shadowed and pupils expanded.

“This is how it should be, with you saying my name like that.”

You glared at him, but he simply chuckled, diving back down again, lips attacking your neck, kisses and bites that made your breath hitch, clutching fistfuls of his shirt, and it didn’t matter, it simply didn’t matter anymore, too many outside thoughts when you could just have Jungkook invading your head, clawing the hem of his shirt upward, digging your nails into his back and his soft skin, his moans on yours, tongue dancing up your trembling throat, biting that space right behind your right ear, your pulse roaring under his lips and your name in his throat, no distractions., only Jungkook.

“My mark belongs all over you,” he growled possessively.

Your nails dragged down his broad back and his hips bucked into yours, his oppressive force and weight a welcome one. You didn’t respond. A single dark brown orb watched your face, smirk against your earlobe. No response needed because Jungkook could see it in your expression and the way you held him, violent but desperate, needing him more than anyone or anything else in this world right now.

“Someday,” he murmured teasingly.

“In your dreams,” you shot back, finding your voice.

“They’re all about you.”

He sat up, thighs straddling you, crossing his arms and pulling up his white t-shirt in one swift stroke, tossing it aside. His lips curved into a sly smile, seeing you bite your lip and narrow your eyes to hide your breathlessness at his muscular and toned torso, the black tattoos of his right arm rippling as he leaned down again, his large hands next to your head, smirk dancing above your face.

“Just like how yours are all about me.”

You didn’t look away. “They’re not.”

Neither did he. “They will be.”

You clicked your tongue.

Unfazed, unbothered, unwise, you pulled Jungkook down to you, closing your eyes, his fresh scent filling your nose, lips on your skin, murmuring, so sweet, so delicious, kissing your collarbones, pushing your shirt off and reaching around you, forcing you to yank your pajama shirt off to avoid getting tangled in it and your unhooked bra, already moving on, lips wrapping around your hard nipple and you felt his eyes on you, opening yours to see his smirk and his tongue flicker, pulses of desire clawing through you, all because of Jungkook.

“What?” you managed to get out, sucking in a breath as his hand came up, fingertips pushing the other hard nub, watching your expression with his tongue extended.

“You belong under me, like this, enjoying everything I do to you,” he murmured, lapping slowly, not enough but still too much with the visual included.

“S… Stop looking at me like that.”

He shook his head slowly, your name falling from his lips, black hair brushing over his brows. You stiffened as his hand slid under the waistband of your shorts, under the thin fabric of your panties, long fingers dancing closer and closer to your heated, dripping core.

“If I look away, you might disappear from me again.”

You were lost, lost in the feeling of Jeon Jungkook.

Brown eyes ensnaring you, drowning your senses with his sensations.

“I can’t have that.”

His lips wrapping around your nipple again, deft fingers slipping inside your pussy, moan drifting from your lips as you raised your hips, shorts and panties sliding down, but Jungkook was already moving, plunging his fingers in fast and rough, sucking hard, tongue teasing the hard tip, other arm wrapped around you and free hand splayed in the small of your back, locking you in his space.

“Fuck, Jungkook, fuck…”

Your walls clenched around his fingers, his chuckle vibrating through your nipple, faster, harder, so easy because you were so wet and he was so close, one hand in his hair and the other clutching the sheets, back arching, muscles pulled taut in his touch, thighs unable to close because his own were holding them open, fingers tightening in his short black hair, nails digging into his scalp, breathing hard, not letting him have his favorite sounds, so Jungkook increased the pace, his own fingernails clawing at your back, and your eyelids fluttered, jaw clenching, moan torn from your throat.

“A-ah, Jungkook…”

And it all crashed down, fierce blossoming pleasure overtaking your veins, pitch hiking as his fingers stilled and his thumb pressed to your clit, fuck, don’t, but he did, he did because you pulled him even closer, chest to chest, his triumphant pants against your neck, hand sliding up your back, pushing your head down, taking your lips and your scream as you came again, all over his hand, tight pulsating walls clenching around his fingers, the scent of sex painting the air and his palm, covering him with you.

“Fuck…!”

You broke the kiss, hand wrapping around his forearm, squeezing hard, taut muscle pushing you back, tattoos peeking out from beneath your fingertips, staring into his eyes, time stopping, slow circles on your most sensitive spot, his blown-out pupils reflecting yours, skin to skin, heart racing against his.

“What?” Jungkook panted. “Tell me.”

His brown orbs searching your face, shrouded by lashes, desire so obvious that it was tangible and palpable.

“Want you.”

His lips curved into a smug smile.

“Yeah? Say it again.”

Your hands left his hair and his arm, reaching between your bodies, still gazing into his eyes.

“Want you, Jungkook. Want you to fuck me.”

His forehead touched yours as the button came undone, his hair sticking to your face, both sweaty from the intensity.

“I really missed you more than the words,” he mumbled against your cheek, helping you push his pants down, skin to hot skin, kicking them off the bed.

“Mhm.”

“I’m not lying.”

“I’m not an idiot, Jungkook.”

“You are if you don’t believe me.”

You stilled, holding the condom out and Jungkook took it from you, ripping it open, cocking an eyebrow defiantly as he rolled it down his hard length, nudging your thighs.

“You… You’re just here to annoy me.”

Your eyes shifted away and you felt him pick up your legs, pushing them up, hooking them over his shoulders. One of his hands cupped your chin and tugged you back to face him, not letting you avoid his gaze.

“We both know that’s not true,” he said softly.

You gasped sharply as he gripped your chin, holding you in place as he slid in, setting his jaw at your tightness, both of you shuddering at the feeling of your pussy surrounding his cock, feeling it swell inside you and get harder, stretching you out, his determination nearing as he leaned down, bending you in half, hand leaving your chin and pressing his palms flat against your sheets, breathing hard as he shoved himself the rest of the way in, a little pain but so much pleasure, soft thighs against his hard torso, your breath mixing with his, hot and heavy and sweet despite how firmly he had you pinned down.

“I want your head full of me,” Jungkook sighed, slowly rolling his hips into you, making you gasp. “You’ll never have a bad thought if I’m occupying that space.”

“Fuck, you can’t… ah, that’s not how it w-works, Jungkook…”

He was using his weight to drive his thrust, powerful and intense, ramming his hips into you, your juices leaking out and sticking to his crotch, the inside of your joined thighs slick and wet, loud slaps echoing throughout the bedroom, stiff length so hard you could feel it twitch inside your pussy, hitting you as deep and as rough as you liked, probably too much for the normal person, but not you, because you wanted to feel it all, wanted Jungkook to really fuck you and not be gentle about it, grabbing his hair and smacking your hips up to meet his, making you both moan loudly, names mixing with the visceral sounds of sex.

“I’ll just keep fucking you then,” Jungkook hissed. “Keep fucking you and make you feel so good that nothing else matters, nothing except how good I can make you feel.”

You looked up, your silver rings glinting in his black hair, your silver necklaces cutting into your neck and the three coin-shaped pendants jingling and clinking in rhythm with the mattress bouncing under your bodies, pressure and pleasure building inside your core, struggling to breathe as you glanced down and watched him enter and reenter, thick cock slick and hard before disappearing inside you.

“A-Ah…”

Back to his eyes, nearly black from arousal, groaning as you came around him, throbbing walls squeezing his entire length, feeling it all with every pulse.

“You’re gonna have to f-fuck me harder… than t-this…”

He smirked, raising an eyebrow. “You got it.”

You threw your head back at the first smack, clutching his head, feeling it all over, pleasure like rushing fire, eating up all your nerves and replacing it with sound and touch, the swift squelch of his length plunging into you, the feeling of him filling you up and taking your breath away, so good you could barely breathe, so good you could barely think, nothing but the feel of Jungkook towering over you and slamming down into you so you could thrust your hips up to meet him, so close, so close, heavy exhales blending together, skin and nerves prickling, humming with ecstasy, feeling so good you could only moan his name, and he groaned yours, right in your face, edge of desperation in his normally controlled, deep voice..

“Cum, yes, cum for me – fuck!”

And it all crashed down, fierce fire rocketing through you and hitting its peak, gasping as you smacked your hips up and clenched all around his cock in rapid throbs, his moan washing over you, jerking and flinching as he came in strong jolts, rutting his hips into yours to feel it all, shifting the head inside you so your muscles massaged him all over and drained his orgasm out.

“Jungkook… fuck…”

He lifted his arms and lowered your legs, hands coming up to hold your face, tipping your lips up to him, kissing them deeply.

“You don’t understand,” he mumbled, staring at you through his lashes. “It hurts when you don’t come to me.”

He kissed you again and again, your words wisping out between them.

“I…”

Feeling sorry there wasn’t another way.

“I have to get through it myself… It wasn’t you… You didn’t do anything…”

Jungkook collected you in his embrace, breath becoming one with yours.

“Yeah, but I can do something, so I need you to give me the chance.”

His eyes were telling you, you don’t have to go back out there. Stay. Stay with me, in this bedroom, in this space, just you and me. Your hand was against his temple, silver rings against his silver brow piercing, tracing his sharp features, feeling airless as you looked into those dark brown orbs and listened to his voice that seemed to be a permanent resident of your thoughts.

“Keep me with you, always.”

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#yoongi x reader #yoonkook x reader #jungkook x reader #bts smut #jungkook smut #yoongi x you #jungkook x you #jeon jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook x you #min yoongi x reader #min yoongi x you

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yoon-kooks · 5 years ago

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The Devil Writes Romance | myg

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: fluff, angst, college!AU, fuckboy!AU, fanficwriter!Yoongi

Summary: When you’re assigned to work with Min Yoongi on a final project for your Writing Fiction course, you stumble upon the fuck boy’s secret identity as a sappy fanfic writer. With the heart and soul of an aspiring editor, you’re somehow convinced by the boy himself to help make his fictional romance more realistic and heartfelt. Before you know it, you’ve made a not-so-innocent pinky promise with the devil.

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: mentions of sex :-)

A/N: this is basically a pilot that sets up a lot of plot for a potential series so lmk if you like the idea and would continue reading it as a series! also special shoutout to @chewymoustachio for the love & support 💖

As spring semester comes to a close, your only goal is to make it through finals week unscathed. Like many of your fellow English majors, most of your finals are extensive papers rather than traditional exams. Normally this would not stress you out, but your Writing Fiction course has thrown a curveball your way: half of your grade is dependent on your partner, Min Yoongi.

Personally, you’ve never been a fan of partner or group projects because you always somehow end up with incompetent teammates who either do a half-assed job or ghost you until the day before it’s due. Either way, you’ve learned and become accustomed to relying only on yourself.

However, as your Writing Fiction class has taught you, a writer’s world is not built upon independence. Rather, it’s built upon the opposite. Writers depend on others for support, feedback, and revision. That’s where your final project comes on.

For your final project, everyone in your class signed up for the role of either a writer or editor, and you’ve been randomly paired up with someone who chose the opposite. It’s no secret to anyone that you dream of becoming an editor in the industry. You love the idea of reviewing other writers’ works and providing them with as much feedback and constructive criticism as possible. Naturally, you signed up to be an editor.

As fate would have it, you find yourself paired with the boy who’s pretty much slept with the entire class, including the TA, and allegedly the professor. The only person left unchecked on his list is you. Somehow, you’ve heard more gossip about his sex life than his skills as a writer, which is why you believe you’re fucked for this final.

“Hey, Partner,” Yoongi catches up with you in the hall after class. His signature cedarwood cologne is too heavy to ignore as he strides beside you. “Are you free tonight?”

“To brainstorm some story ideas?” You tilt your head and add an innocent tone to mask the skepticism. Truthfully, you know what he really wants. It’s not your first rodeo.

“I actually already have a story in mind,” he says. “But I was thinking you and I could-”

“What’s the story about?” Because you’d much rather hear about that than one of Yoongi’s many excuses to get in your pants.

“You’ll just have to wait and see,” he shrugs as the two of you walk out of the building and into the beaming afternoon sun. You lift an arm to block the light out of your face, only to realize the boy’s shadow blocks it for you. Apparently, there are perks to walking with a buddy after class. “I’ll send you the draft tonight.”

“The professor literally just assigned the project and it’s not due for another week,” you raise an eyebrow. Weird, you’ve never seen a college kid so proactive and eager to get a head start on their final project. Something tells you the boy is just spouting bullshit and telling you what you want to hear. “You don’t have to rush and write all ten thousand words in a single night…”

“Well I don’t have any other plans tonight,” he says. “Unless you want to-”

“Nice try, Yoongi.” You start walking further ahead of the boy. You’re forced to squint as to not be blinded by the sun. “I guess you can have fun writing your story, then.”

“You really know how to play hard to get, Y/N…” Yoongi whines in that raspy voice of his, eliciting the tiniest smirk on your face. You might not approve of his fuck boy tendencies, but you’re also not opposed to teasing him a bit.

“If you really want to impress me, keep your word and send the draft tonight.” You spin around and wave farewell as you battle the sun. “Your editor will be waiting.”

As soon as you arrive home, you realize Yoongi isn’t the only one without any Friday night plans. With nothing to do, a large part of you hopes your partner keeps his promise so you can at least try to be productive over the weekend. But ten thousand words is a lot to write in one night. It’s more than likely that he won’t be able to pull it off.

In an attempt to wind down, you scroll through the blog feeds of your favorite writers. Many of them, such as @suga-fix and @jk-seagull, are college students like you, so you can appreciate all the time and effort they put into their craft on top of their school work. While the fan in you loves to shower them with sweet and supportive messages, the editor in you hopes to one day be able to also provide feedback on a professional level.

At the very top of your feed is a short post from @suga-fix, a romance fanfic writer whom you recently found while scouring the #jiminscenarios tag for something free of smut.

“Does anyone else struggle to ask their crush out or is it just me? Asking for a friend.”

You giggle at the innocent question. In addition to writing the sappiest Jimin fanfics, Suga is known to post snippets of his own nonexistent love life on his blog. From what you understand, he’s a boy who’s never experienced true love firsthand. Recently, however, he’s been gushing over his pretty classmate. You’re waiting for the day when he builds up enough courage and finally lands a date.

Until then, you’re satisfied with reading his ongoing fictional love story featuring the popular idol, Park Jimin, as a struggling romance novelist who finds inspiration in a skeptical wedding photographer. You absolutely adore the story, the characters, and the underlying narrative, but the editor in you can point out an area for improvement: his romance game.

You notice the two main characters lack a certain level of chemistry to get the readers quaking and itching for more. Most of the time, the intimate scenes end with poor Jimin getting friendzoned, which certainly has its charm and humor. But truthfully, you expect a little more love from a romance fic.

You suspect that, to some extent, this is intentional as the characters are the type to dance around intimacy and have pessimistic views on romance overall. However, you also wouldn’t be surprised if Suga’s own personal inexperience with romantic scenarios is what holds him back the most.

After catching up on your socials, eating dinner, and hopping out of the shower, you sit in the darkness of your room and check one more thing before calling it a night. No email, no text, no draft from your partner. Not that you were actually expecting anything, but it would’ve been nice for the fuck boy to prove you wrong.

To be fair, you know how long and painful ten thousand words can be. If Yoongi is in fact sprinting through those ten thousand words and gets them to you by the time you wake up, you’ll consider him a man of his word.

[4:56AM] Yoongi💋 “I emailed you the thing”

[7:24AM] Y/N “Ooh, I’ll take a look 👁👁”

[7:25AM] Y/N “Btw I don’t appreciate you adding an emoji to your contact info on my phone”

After changing Yoongi’s contact name to something more appropriate, you go into your email and find the story draft that the boy had sent at exactly 4:55AM. The word count on the document says 10,382. Not too shabby, Min Yoongi.

You grab your morning caffeine and crack open your laptop to read your partner’s story on the big screen. Right away, you notice the document is titled “Untitled1” which is never a great sign, but you’re willing to forgive him if its content is stellar.

The first thing that puts a smile on your face is the main character, Jimothy. His name reminds you of your favorite idol, Jimin, with a playful touch. He’s the romance novelist who attends his friend’s wedding where he has a chance encounter with a pretty wedding photographer-

Wait. You’re pretty sure you’ve heard this story before. In fact, you know exactly where it came from. You pull up Suga’s Jimin fic and put it side-by-side against Yoongi’s version. While it’s not exactly a copy-and-paste situation, the romance novelist x wedding photographer premise is too similar for it to be a mere coincidence.

At first glance, you find it funny that Yoongi took the time to reword everything to not be caught by the plagiarism police. If you didn’t know any better, you’d assume he did a quick search of Jimin fanfiction and picked one that was moderately popular but not viral enough for anyone to notice. Jimin fanfic just so happens to be your guilty pleasure, so there’s absolutely no way you’d let a plagiarist slip one past you.

But upon further review, after digesting the entirety of the fic, you find that Yoongi’s flow and choice of words are eerily similar to Suga’s style without recycling a single line. Likewise, you notice the same lack of chemistry in both versions of the story. You suppose this can only mean one thing, and you need to confront him about it in person. Because the last thing you want is for him to ghost you like everyone else you’ve ever worked with.

[8:42AM] Y/N “I just finished looking it over”

[8:43AM] Y/N “Wanna get coffee & discuss? ☕️📖”

[8:45AM] Yoongi🐍 “Oh? I thought you weren’t interested in a date with me 🥺”

[8:46AM] Y/N “Let’s meet in about an hour at the coffeehouse on campus?”

[8:46AM] Yoongi🐍 “See ya there, my editor”

As you stir the oat milk into your second dose of caffeine for the morning, you wonder how you can bring up your suspicions in an appropriate and professional way. Should you confront him about it immediately, gently coax him in that direction, or take a more passive approach to see if he’ll mention it on his own? Because if you’re going to be this boy’s editor, you want to do it right.

“Thoughts?” Yoongi enters the chat with slightly damp hair and an iced Americano in hand. Your only thought in that moment is about how fucking good he smells, even in the presence of the rich aromas of your favorite roasted coffee beans. But you’ll leave those thoughts to yourself.

“My first thought was that you sent me a document titled Untitled1,” you say.

“I have a working title,” he assures you. “But I’m curious to hear what clever titles my editor has come up with after reading through the whole thing.”

“Pink Cheek Syndrome sounds appropriate.” Because that’s the title of Suga’s original fic. It’s also the term coined by Jimothy to describe couples who aren’t as in love as they’d like to believe. It’s a facade to fool everyone, including themselves.

“Great minds think alike after all.” Yoongi leans in to give you a high-five, but you just throw a balled up napkin at his palm. Confess. Just confess already.

“Can I ask what inspired the concept?” You bite your lip. “You don’t strike me as the romantic type.”

“Don’t you ever feel like people get into relationships just for the sake of being in a relationship?”

“Yeah.” All the time, in fact.

“It’s pretty shallow if you ask me,” he says with a nonchalant chuckle, as if he’s not the shallowest person on campus when it comes to established relationships. “PCS is just a commentary on people like that vs people like you and me.”

You and him? You’re not sure you have anything in common with someone who breaks hearts and sleeps around so casually.

“Sounds like something a fanfic writer would come up with.” Because it is.

“Sounds like something a fanfic reader would say,” he throws back at you.

“In fact, there’s a Jimin fanfic I read once called Pink Cheek Syndrome,” you say. The dose of coffee moving up Yoongi’s straw suddenly freezes. “You’re the original writer, right?”

He swallows hard and raises an eyebrow. “What makes you say that?”

“The writing style matches even though you didn’t copy and paste,” you scroll back through Yoongi’s version for reference. “And besides, scrambling to write ten thousand words in one night is typical fanfic writer behavior. A true plagiarist doesn’t know what it means to put those hours in.”

“Nothing gets past your sharp eyes, huh, Y/N…” Yoongi sighs, failing to hide behind his Americano. “I’m equally impressed as I am scared.”

“Wait, so you’re really Suga?” Your eyes widen. Suddenly you’re overcome by a wave of emotions. Excited, nervous, star-struck. But most of all? Confused. “How?”

“Just don’t tell anyone.” He picks up his phone and starts typing away at something.

“I won’t,” you say, also pulling out your phone to check up on the @suga-fix blog. Sure enough, there’s a stream of several new posts from a few seconds ago.

“fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckFUCK”

“I feel so exposed 😔”

“Quick, everyone act like this isn’t a fanfic blog.”

“We can pretend to be like a porn blog or smth”

“I can read everything you’re posting, you know.” You show your blog feed to Yoongi, who’s still busy keysmashing. When he finally glances up from his screen to yours, the look on his face is both flattered and distressed.

“You follow me, too?” The boy takes a long sip of his Americano, shifting his beady little eyes and plotting his next move. “What’s your URL?”

“You’re totally going to block me,” you frown. “I already told you, I’m not going to tell anyone…”

As you continue to scroll through Yoongi’s blog, you notice his post is gone from the day before. Perhaps that’s what the boy is desperately trying to hide.

“By the way, is it true that Min Yoongi, resident fuck boy, has a crush on someone?” You get excited because that’s not something you hear everyday. In regards to Yoongi, it’s always been sex, sex, and more sex. He’s notorious around campus for having one-night stands and breaking hearts the morning after. You’d never imagine a boy like him having an innocent crush on anyone.

“Where’d you hear that?” The boy across from you gradually sinks deeper and deeper into his seat every time you open your mouth to expose him further.

“You made a post yesterday about not being able to talk to your crush properly,” you giggle. “It was kind of cute.”

“I was talking about my friend.”

“You can’t fool me, Yoongi. I’m not that oblivious.” You take a sassy sip of your coffee and lean forward. “So who’s your crush? Is it someone in our class?”

“Don’t worry about it, Y/N,” he shoos you away and slides a hard copy of his draft in your direction. “Let’s not get distracted from why we’re really here.”

“Hold it, I’m not just being nosy for the gossip, you know,” you say. “From an editor’s perspective, I think the romance in your story could benefit from you interacting more with your crush.”

For a moment, Yoongi just gives you a look. You can see the wheels spinning in his head. “Well, that person doesn’t seem very interested in me, so…”

“Unrequited love?” you gasp. The plot thickens.

“Yeah,” he chuckles at your enthusiasm. “But you did give me an idea just now.”

You examine his handsome face for a hint of what’s to come. His signature Fuck Boy Smirk tells you he’s up to no good again. “I’m listening.”

“You’re my editor, right?” he asks. You nod. “And your main critique is that I should up my romance game, right?”

You nod again.

“What if you help me make the romance scenes more believable and realistic?” The boy watches as you blink your wide eyes, stunned at his suggestion. You know he doesn’t just mean that from an editorial standpoint. Surely there’s an ulterior motive here. “And before you jump to any conclusions, no, this does not include sex.”

Oh.

You’re reminded that Yoongi doesn’t write smut, despite how much of a fuck boy he is in real life. Because you’re sure he has the capability and personal experience to write some steamy and wild sex scenes. And yet, he chooses to focus on hardcore romance instead, something he himself is much less familiar with. It’s mind-blowing to think that a boy as experienced in bed as Yoongi could be so inexperienced elsewhere.

Why does he write the opposite of how he lives?

“I don’t think that’s how editors work,” you finally respond to Yoongi’s proposal, flipping through his draft and writing in the margins. You have to admit, the boy has a gift. His stories would no doubt skyrocket in popularity if the lovey-dovey scenes could draw out true, raw emotions as though you were there living in those moments. As a reader, you want him to pull at your heartstrings, smash your heart into a million pieces, and slowly put it back together. All of that can be achieved if the writer gets some hands-on experience in the love department. “But I get what you’re saying.”

“So is that a yes or a no?” He sips down the rest of his Americano as you continue to think your decision through.

Given what you know about Yoongi’s track record as a fuck boy, you’re hesitant. But at the same time, the ambitious editor in you knows what you want.

“It’s a yes,” you sigh. “But only if you promise me a few things.”

“Go on.”

“One, you’ll come to me if you’re struggling and need suggestions, advice, or someone to talk to.”

“Easy. You can be my editor-in-chief.”

“Two, if anyone asks, we aren’t dating.”

“Got it.”

“Three, help me study and prepare for the rest of my finals.”

“We can have study dates.”

“And lastly, please don’t sleep with anyone else while we’re doing this thing. Because that would be awkward.”

“Oh? I didn’t realize you were the possessive type, Y/N,” he smirks.

“Not trying to be That Controlling Bitch who forbids you from sleeping around, but I think it would defeat the purpose of what we’re trying to accomplish.”

“But what if this goes on for a while?” Yoongi strokes his imaginary Santa beard. “You expect me to practice abstinence forever?”

“It won’t go on forever, Yoongi,” you giggle at the boy’s silly remark. “Because eventually, you’ll find someone who can bring out those romantic feelings better than our faux intimacy ever will.”

“But you’ll still be my editor-in-chief?”

“If everything works out, then I don’t see why not.” You want to be optimistic about a long-term deal, but you can’t seem to rid yourself of the doubt stuck in the back of your mind. Because humans, not just fuck boys like Yoongi, seem to have a hard time keeping their promises. “I only ask that you don’t break my trust.”

Before responding, the boy meets his eyes with yours. You suppose tender eye contact is a skill he acquired from his flirty lifestyle. You, on the other hand, blink away. Eye contact longer than a glance has always made you feel vulnerable.

“I won’t, Y/N,” he says, coating his raspy voice with a layer of honey. It’s almost as intoxicating as his cedarwood cologne, but that’s another thought you’ll keep to yourself.

You watch as he slides his pinky into view, over the draft and coffees to make it official. After cracking a smile at his childish gesture, you wrap your pinky around his, thus marking the beginning of your deal with the devil.

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taetaespeaches · 5 years ago

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valentine’s day mini drabbles.

hyung line.

genre: fluff word count: 1.8K

a/n: Happy Valentine’s Day lovelies! Here’s the hyung line’s mini drabbles to celebrate this silly day of love. I hope you enjoy! Thanks for reading :))

Check out the maknae line mini drabbles here.

“I can’t believe you destroyed six bouquets.”

kim seokjin x reader genre: fluff word count: 431

YOU giggled at your boyfriend who was excitedly telling a story about his hunt for rose petals earlier that day. He was sat at the opposite end of the tub, ranting about how the stores were understocked, bobbing his head like crazy as he spoke causing water to splash out of the tub onto the tiled floor.

The scene was like one straight from a romance film, a trail of flower petals leading down the hallway to the tub, candles lit up around the bathtub that was overflowing with bubbles. Petals were scattered all around, of all different types of flowers.

“I could not find a single thing of rose petals,” he complained with pouted lips and wide eyes. “I ended up buying six bouquets of flowers and pulling all the petals off just to do this.”

At that, you cackled loudly, Jin joining you in laughter with his own squeaky version. “Freaking ridiculous,” he laughed.

“You are ridiculous. And hilarious, and beautiful,” you complimented, Jin smiling softly at you as he tried to hide it behind his hand. He finished the wine that was in his glass, reaching out of the tub to place the empty glass on the floor. “It’s perfect though. This,” you gestured around the bathroom.

“I’m glad you like it,” he said sincerely. “I worked hard for it so you better appreciate it,” he added in a joking tone.

“I can’t believe you destroyed six bouquets,” you shook your head with a smile. You finished the wine in your glass, depositing the glass on the floor next to Jin’s.

“Don’t worry, it was only five. I saved you one,” he smiled. You laughed as you reached for the wine bottle, foregoing the glass as you took a sip straight from the bottle.

Sitting up, Jin followed suit as he sat up as well, your faces inches from each other. “Happy Valentine’s Day, love,” you whispered as you lowered the bottle, dangling it outside of the tub.

“I love you, you goddess,” he spoke, his lips hovering over yours. Pressing his mouth against yours, he left a lingering kiss. Trailing kisses down your jaw to your neck, his fingers dragged down your arms until they reached your hand. His fingers toyed with your fingers until he grabbed the bottle from you, bringing it to his own lips.

As he took a drink of the wine, you leaned forward, placing kisses along his shoulder as your hand settled on his side, squeezing his flesh. “Love you too,” you whispered against his damp skin. “The thought of you, the reality of you, all of you.”

“I romance you all the time.”

min yoongi x reader genre: fluff word count: 390

YOU were sat on your kitchen counter eating a bowl of cereal when your boyfriend let himself into the apartment and shuffled through the hallway to find you.

“Cereal?” He asked, standing across the kitchen from you holding a pink box.

“Heck yeah, want some?” He thought for a moment before shaking his head. Yoongi made his way to you, positioning himself between your legs as he placed the box on one of your thighs. You raised your eyebrows in curiosity and lifted the lid to show you a dozen heart shaped sugar cookies with pink icing.

“Oh my god,” you smiled. “You know, for someone who hates this holiday, you sure do tend to partake in the capitalism of it all,” you teased him, earning a scoff from your boyfriend.

“I’m a conformist.”

“You’re cute,” you smiled as you moved the box of cookies to the counter next to you.

“Oh, shut up,” he whined, a bashful gummy smile threatening to overtake his expression. “I can hate the holiday and still want to spend the evening with you. It’s not my fault all the desserts are shaped like hearts.” He sported a pout as he gave his weak explanation.

“Yeah, yeah,” you patted his cheek. “I kind of love when Lover Boy Min Yoongi makes an appearance.”

“What are you talking about?” He pulled a look of confusion, nose scrunched. “I romance you all the time.”

You held back a laugh at the word choice, romance you, leaning in to leave a peck on his pouted lips. “That’s not Lover Boy Min Yoongi, that’s just Min Yoongi my soft boyfriend,” you teased him. “Lover Boy Min Yoongi is the hopeless romantic who buys heart shaped cookies on Valentine’s Day despite it being capitalistic bullshit,” you quoted him.

“I hate you,” he told you through a bashful gummy grin as he stepped closer to wrap you up in a hug, burying his face in your neck to hide his growing blush.

“Love you too, Lover Boy.”

He groaned against your neck before leaving a peck there. “Love you more, Kid.”

You threaded your fingers through the hair at the back of his neck as you massaged the spot soothingly. “Now what was that you said earlier? You romance me?”

Yoongi groaned louder, you giggling as he squeezed your waist tighter.

“We’ll go to the moon.”

jung hoseok x reader genre: fluff word count: 430

AS you sat with your legs spread in a v-shape atop the picnic blanket, Hoseok sat between your legs, his head resting against your chest as he munched on piece of chocolate. You supported yourself with one arm stretched behind you as your opposite hand stroked your boyfriend’s hair.

You snuck your hand around his face, booping his nose, surprising the man. His lips spread into a fond grin as he took your hand and brought it to his lips, kissing the back of it, and then placing a kiss to your wrist. He held your hand there for a moment before returning it to the top of his head.

“Demanding, aren’t we?” You teased as you began running your hand through his hair again.

With a chuckle, he nodded. “Just a bit. It feels nice.”

“You’re cute,” you complimented before adding, “even if all that success is going to your head,” you joked, Hoseok giggling as he closed his eyes.

“Only ego, ego, ego,” he sang, referencing his solo outro track making you laugh loudly.

“Trust myself,” you joined in, Hoseok smiling brightly in response. You looked around the mostly empty park, 1 am being pretty late for most people to be out roaming around. “Thank you for this picnic,” you said, looking down at Hobi, watching as his eyes opened and his head titled back to meet your gaze.

“Did you get enough to eat?” His eyes were wide as he anticipated your answer.

“More than enough. I’m stuffed.”

“Good,” he smiled, looking up to the sky.

As he admired the night sky, you admired him, appreciating the way his features shined in the moonlight.

“You know that movie where the guy says he’d lasso the moon for his girl?” He asked before quoting it with your pet name. “What is it you want, Petal? You want the moon?”

With a fond smile, you nodded. “Yeah, ‘It’s a Wonderful Life’.”

“Yeah, that’s it. I get it now,” he confessed as he stared up at the moon. “I would give you the moon if I could. If you asked for it, I’d find a way.” You ran your hand through his hair as you peeled your eyes from him to look up at the moon.

“Maybe we could just fly there instead,” you suggested.

“To the moon?” He shifted his gaze to yours as you looked back at him.

“Yeah,” you smiled, leaning down to kiss his forehead.

“I like that,” he nodded. “We’ll go to the moon.”

“Perfect,” you mumbled into his hair. “We’ll go to the moon.”

“You’re cute when you’re shy.”

kim namjoon x reader genre: fluff word count: 586

HAND in hand, you walked down the city street, cars speeding by, headlights creating a constant stream of lights that lit up the man beside you. You and Namjoon opted for a casual Valentine’s Day date, deciding to check out an exhibit at one of your favorite museums.

As you both talked excitedly about your favorite pieces, you walked around the city with no destination in mind. And as much as you basked in the pale moonlight, and as much as you enjoyed his conversation, the thrill of him being near was more than enough to delight you.

Suddenly, Joon stopped talking about a painting he found particularly interesting as he dragged you to a street vendor who was selling tulips. As Namjoon picked up a red and pink bouquet wrapped in brown paper and tied together with some string, he took a shy glance at you, quickly looking away when your eyes met.

After buying the bouquet, he handed it to you with a dimply grin. “Happy Valentine’s Day, babe.”

You let out a breathy laugh at his shy demeanor, leaning into him to kiss his cheek softly. “Thank you, Joonie.”

Wrapping an arm around your shoulders, he suddenly pointed across the street. You followed the direction of his finger, your eyes falling on a little diner.

“You hungry?” He asked, looking at you with a soft smile.

Nodding, you shrugged. “Starving actually.” His smile lifted just a bit more as he nodded back. Dragging you to the crosswalk, he pressed the walk button.

“I want some pie,” he said randomly.

Grinning, you squeezed his hand, peering at the cars. “What kind?”

He thought for a moment, going through the options in his head. “Cherry maybe? You have to share it with me, so whatever kind you want.” Your boyfriend turned to look at the light to see if it was changing yet and you took the opportunity to wrap your arms around him in a back hug, holding the bouquet at the center of his abdomen.

“Cherry sounds great,” you replied as the light changed. He started walking, dragging you along with him as you both repeatedly tripped over each other’s feet. “As long as there’s ice cream involved too.”

Namjoon chuckled, grabbing onto your forearms as he nodded. “Of course. À la mode.”

When you made it across the street, Namjoon was wearing a big smile as he pulled you around to walk next to his side, your arm still wrapped around his back, his snaking around your shoulders. Entering the café, it was mostly filled with groups of friends. It was loud and casual, and somehow absolutely perfect. Then again, maybe it was just the nearness of him.

Sitting across from one another in a booth, Joon quickly ordered the last piece of cherry pie, à la mode of course, smiling giddily. You took the opportunity to admire his gorgeous dimples again.

“You’re adorable,” you complimented him, a light blush gracing his cheeks as he looked down to the tabletop.

“I wonder if I’ll ever get used to you saying things like that,” he told you shyly, looking up at you.

“I hope not,” you reached across the table, taking his hand in yours and threading your fingers through his. “You’re cute when you’re shy.”

His bashful smile grew as he shook his head, bringing your hand to his lips to leave a kiss to your knuckles.

“You’re always the cutest,” he chuckled against the back of your hand. “I love you.”

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thebiasrekkers · 5 years ago

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Sincerely, Yours - JJK

For the @btswriterscorner - Amor Fabula Launch Project in celebration of the month of Valentine’s Day!

Plot: Jeon Jungkook hails from humble origins, his family ranked as Laborers. Since he is the youngest of three children, his time for the lottery has not come. But when it does, he refuses to conform to society’s system and runs away. Disowned, he’s now become a fugitive, taking on odd jobs here and there as a “runner-for-hire”. What he doesn’t realize is that he will find love in the most unexpected place.

Rating: PG-13 // SFW

Genre: dystopian!au/dystopian themes | angst | romance/fluff

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Female OC (Nikita Meyers)

Warnings: Strong language, vandalism, violence, interracial/intercultural relationship

Links: FAQ || BTS Masterlist || Admin E’s AO3 || [ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ]

Word Count: 7,607

AN: This is the companion piece to my first story, Touch In The Dark. This is the “rebel” view of what transpires in the world that I built. In all honesty, I think I may like the MYG version a little more, but I think it’s mostly from my love of hurting my own feelings. I still had a lot of fun with this one and I hope you all enjoy it. Writing for Jungkookis is always a good time. All reblogs, critiques/reviews, comments and affection are accepted! Happy reading!

© thebiasrekkers (Admin E). All rights reserved. Reposting/modifying our work is prohibited. Translations are not allowed. Plagiarism/stealing is not tolerated by any means. Legal action will be taken in instances of theft.

~ j.j. ~

Jungkook swung his legs back and forth as he sat on the edge of a nearby building. He whistled a tune to himself, a song from a life he could barely remember these days. A former Laborer, now turned Runner, Jungkook could say that he left a life that he knew wasn’t meant for him. The Class system was such a bogus way to create order and balance in the world. The Blue Bloods stayed in the upper tier and those born in poverty or with lesser means were meant to work for the rest of their days. Throw in The Lottery Bill and that was just the cherry on top of a fucked up sundae.

A soft breeze pushed against his form as he watched the sky transform into a mesh of warm colors: pinks, purples, oranges and yellows. The sun was starting to set and the world’s light would dim, blanketed by the cobalt sky littered with the few stars he was only allowed to see as he ran from rooftop to rooftop. Running free, no longer tethered to the rules of the world that dared to shackle him to a life of meaninglessness.

His phone vibrated in his pocket. Pulling it out, he scrolled through the messages and noticed the priority one at the very top. Brushing his fingers through his hair, he sighed quietly as he glanced over the message. His newest client was scheduled to meet him in an hour. It was a standard escort job. It wouldn’t be too hard and the pay was decent.

In their society, it was a crime to “fall in love” with anyone. Period. Not even the spouse that was chosen during an individual’s Lottery drawing. Love fueled emotions that often led to the ruins of others. Passion had the potential to overshadow logic and reason. When logic and reason were cast aside, only terrible things happened. Emotions were just bad things and led to bad times.

Jungkook didn’t buy into that horseshit.

It was the main reason he abandoned his station in life and lived in the moment. He didn’t worry about yesterday. He could care less about tomorrow. Today was all that mattered and all that would matter when it was finally said and done.

He slid his thumb over the screen, dialing the number of his new “job” detail. The man answered quickly, interrupting the second ring.

“Is this Jeon Jungkook?”

Jungkook smirked at the hushed tone in the man’s voice. “It is. Is this Min Yoongi?”

“Yes,” he replied softly, as if trying to gauge Jungkook’s own tone, “were you able to secure safe passage for both my wife and me?”

Clambering to his feet, he dusted off the backs of his weathered jeans and knocked a bit of dirt off his boots. “That’s not my area of expertise, I’m afraid. That was taken care of by a different handler.”

He knew he was being a little shit, but sometimes it was all about asking the right questions.

There was a semi-long pause from the other end of the line, followed by a slow sigh of what could be presumed as mounting exasperation.

“So why was I directed to you?”

Jungkook’s grin grew a little wider. “Because I’m the one who’s going to get you out in one piece.”

“I see,” Yoongi said, as if he was mulling over something, “so you’re a Runner.”

It wasn’t a question.

“That’s right.”

“I just hope you’re as fast as that mouth of yours.”

He couldn’t help the laugh that escaped him. “I’m faster, trust me.” Pushing back the sleeve of his jacket, he spied the time. “I’ll meet you at the Square in half an hour. Don’t be late.”

And without waiting for a reply, Jungkook ended the call. Pulling out his earbuds, he connected the jack to the phone and slipped the buds on. It didn’t take him long to find the song he wanted, cranking up the volume as the intro crescendoed slowly. Inhaling lungfuls of air, he stretched his arms out wide and then raised them up so they were parallel with his head. Once he loosened up the muscles, he rolled his neck and hopped up and down - shaking his arms for good measure.

He always had to psyche himself up for things like this.

As soon as the balls of his feet hit the ground, Jungkook lunged forward. Up and over the edge of the roof. The world rushed by him in a blur of motion, his dark hair flying off his forehead. The night was cool, but the wind stung his eyes - making them water. He quickly wiped at them, curling his body inward and then extending his limbs. The concrete scraped at the pads of his fingers, but it didn’t take him long to realign his body, forcing his lower half to swing off to the side so that he could catch the railing of the fire escape.

The bars rattled violently when his heels planted themselves onto the platform, but he was already climbing up the bars to reach the next rooftop. Once Jungkook made it over the edge, his legs pumped the ground in tandem with his heavily beating heart.

Unconsciously, his mouth spread into a wide open smile.

Free-running. They couldn’t have called it something better if they tried.

Sweat broke out across his brow and the pulse of the song’s bass seemed to reverberate throughout his entire body. With every jump, lunge, catch and pull he performed, Jungkook’s elation only seemed to climb. It would be too soon if he could never run as free as he was now.

Heaving and halfway covered in perspiration, Jungkook arrived at the designated meeting spot within fifteen minutes. It gave him just enough time to grab a bottle of water from a nearby vending machine, emptying half the contents over his head and soaking his hair. Onlookers peered at him curiously, but he didn’t pay them any attention. He almost never did. He drained what was left in the bottle, savoring the feeling of re-hydrating himself.

Craning his neck, he located a nearby waste bin and was about to toss the bottle into it - arms stretched like he was shooting a basketball into a hoop.

He stumbled forward suddenly, his body pushed forward from an unexpected impact. Grunting, he quickly pivoted on his heels to see who was responsible, but all he caught sight of was a ball cap flying in his line of sight as auburn curls flew past him. Jungkook reached out and snatched the hat out of the air as the owner turned to catch a glimpse of him.

Her dark gray eyes glared at him, catching Jungkook off guard. Despite living in South Korea, Jungkook was used to foreigners. But he certainly didn’t remember seeing someone with those eyes and soft caramel skin. Her hair looked dyed, but it strangely suited her.

Jungkook took a step forward, holding her hat out to her. Instead of taking it back, she continued to shift her gaze from him and then to the hat. He grinned.

“Not even a thank you, huh? You don’t want this back?” He waved the cap back and forth, as though he were trying to keep a cat’s attention on him. “Is this mine now?”

He hadn’t seen her move. In fact, he didn’t even realize she’d closed what small distance existed between them. Not until Jungkook felt a soft burst of pain near his stomach. The wind was knocked from him almost immediately and all he could manage was a wide-eyed stare at her.

She grinned, twisting her fist into his stomach a little more. “Not a chance, you fucking tool,” replied the girl.

Jungkook collapsed to one knee when she took a step back, her hat not back in her possession. He struggled to reclaim what air was stolen from him, one dark brown eye glaring up at her. Not to say that women were weak, but he hadn’t expected a punch from a pretty girl to hurt this much.

Hopping back on one foot, she waved the hat at him in a farewell gesture before sliding it back onto her head. She turned and bolted from the square without so much as a second glance at him. He coughed, rubbing at his chest in an attempt to regulate his breathing again.

Wow, what a bitch, he thought, but Jungkook found himself smirking once the pain subsided.

Maybe he was a glutton for punishment.

“Are you alright?”

The voice jarred him from his thoughts and he quickly scrambled to his feet. He was face to face with his temporary charge, Min Yoongi. Standing beside him was a woman with dark brown curls, hazel eyes, and mocha skin. She peered at Jungkook curiously, her hand laced through Yoongi’s. She was also a foreigner from what he could tell, and well-known through the news as the “Charity Selection” picked from The Lottery two years ago.

He folded his arms across his chest. “This might be a little difficult.”

Yoongi lofted a brow. “And why is that?”

“Well,” Jungkook began, taking a few steps toward them before circling around both of them, “your wife’s kinda popular.”

The older man narrowed his eyes. “So you’re not going to be able to help us?”

“I didn’t say that.” He held a hand up and then waved it through the air, as if shooing away a gnat. “I just said that it’ll be a little difficult. Not impossible.” Jungkook met their gazes and grinned. “I got this. Trust me.”

~ n.m. ~

“Nikita, that was reckless.”

Removing the baseball cap, she roughly ran her fingers through her curls while scoffing. She carelessly tossed the parcel onto the table. “What does it matter? I got you what you asked for.”

The man seated at the table steepled his fingers, dark eyes peering over his knuckles at her. Nikita waited for him to say something, but he merely sighed and began to untie the twine wrapped around the brown paper packaging. It was his way of dismissing her, but letting Nikita know that she wasn’t completely off the hook. He’d find a way to pay her back and it wouldn’t be pretty.

She knew this because it wouldn’t be the first time.

Not wanting to press her luck, Nikita quickly vacated the office and closed the door behind her. She rested her shoulder against the door frame, mentally kicking herself for what she’d said. She knew she didn’t mean it, and yet she continued to come off as cold and unfeeling in these situations. Nikita was about to slam her head into the door when someone suddenly cleared their throat beside her.

“Keep it up and you’re going to put Minjae Hyung into an early grave.”

Craning her neck, she cut her eyes at the shaggy-haired individual - his shit-eating grin never failing to irritate her.

“Shut-up, Taegi-ah,” she snipped, walking past him. Predictably, he followed but Nikita ignored him, focusing her attention on the warehouse.

“Aw, don’t be like that, Nikki-ah,” he whined at her back.

She rolled her eyes. Nikita hated that nickname and he knew it. She also knew that he didn’t care that she hated it.

Because that was the kind of person Yoon Taegi was.

A pain in her goddamn ass.

But she couldn’t hold it against him. Because he was the one who helped her break the chains the world decided to put on her the day she was born. Without him, she knew she would still be living the life of a woefully ignorant aristocrat - blind to the truth of society’s agenda. Nikita lived in a castle made of glass and didn’t understand her purpose outside of being a breeding agent for some future husband she would never be able to relate to.

When the day came for her to be matched with her significant other, Nikita was ready to accept that lot in her life. She was prepared to walk down the path that she was groomed for. What reason did she have to believe otherwise; to be aware that there was something else beyond the veil?

The truth wasn’t known to her until she saw a couple being arrested on the streets - cuffed and pulled away from each other. They screamed until their throats were raw, and then continued yelling for each other. They managed to share one final kiss until each were thrown into separate police cars and driven away to be incarcerated.

Their fates were declared on international television.

Taegi was the man she’d seen carted away and three months later, he broke out of prison. As punishment, the woman he loved was put to death. It was their attempt to shatter his spirit, to break him.

They failed.

Sighing, she looked at Taegi’s smug expression and couldn’t help marveling at how far they’d come. A loaf of bread, cheese and meat was all it took to barter for the truth. Taegi gave it to her and Nikita knew she could never go back to her life of privilege. Not if there were people she could help in the process. It didn’t take her long to find herself pulled into Rebel circles - all of them graciously accepting her into their fold.

hree years passed since then and Nikita didn’t regret leaving her family or her “duty” behind. She was free and she was fighting for a cause that meant something. Even if she’d never experienced it for herself.

Love.

Sliding the metal door aside, Nikita stepped into the warehouse. The smell of gunpowder and kerosene instantly filled her nostrils - causing her eyes to water slightly. She quickly wiped at them and sniffed, fishing through a crate on a nearby table. Her hands stilled momentarily as she felt Taegi’s palms slip over her shoulders. He squeezed them gently and she sighed, hanging her head a measure as her eyes stared into the box of homemade pipe bombs and hand grenades.

“Sometimes I worry that the fighting is never going to end,” Nikita said softly.

Taegi rubbed her shoulders in a comforting motion before moving away from her to lean against the table. He folded his arms across his chest, his face lifting to the ceiling. “It’ll stop one day. We just have to stand strong and in solidarity.”

Nikita shrugged, pulling out a few pipe bombs. “I just hope we’re around long enough to see it.”

She checked the fuses, gauging their length, before placing them back in the box. She set one hand grenade out, flicking a finger over the pull pin. After making sure that it was secure, she dropped it into her messenger bag and moved to the next crate. It contained knives of varying shapes and sizes. She opted for a switchblade of decent length, slipping it into her back pocket.

Her phone buzzed in her pocket. Pulling it out, she scanned the message on her screen. It was from Minjae, as expected. He was sending her on another assignment. There was another potential ally they could have on their side versus running amok on the streets.

Turning to move to another table, she felt Taegi’s hand grasping at her arm. She looked at him and saw the worry lines etched across his forehead. Nikita couldn’t help but smile at him.

“You just got back and you’re already prepping to head out again.” He frowned. “You’re like a machine, woman.”

“Can’t help it,” she said, chuckling slightly, “I’m not one to sit around and do nothing.”

“It’s not about doing nothing. It’s about resting. You’ve been gone for three days.” Taegi sighed, releasing his hold on her. “Hyung can’t pass this off to someone else?”

“Nope.” Nikita shook her head. “Recruitment’s my main gig. You know this. Besides…” She paused, meeting Taegi’s gaze, her own expression softening a bit. “...if we don’t have more people on our side, what good is any of this? It’s never going to stop until every last one of us are either dead or re-educated. Numbers mean everything.”

Looking back at the phone, she opened the file Minjae sent her. It was the most current dossier on a person willingly living off the grid. They had been for some time now.

She recognized his picture immediately. He was the guy she’d run into earlier that day. The same guy she punched in the gut for teasing her when she was in the process of playing “courier” for their group.

Nikita couldn’t help the bark of laughter that escaped her. Taegi looked at her curiously but she shook her head, slipping her phone back into her pocket. This was going to be interesting. Maybe he’d hear her out despite the terrible first impression she’d given.

My job just got a little bit harder. Great.

~ j.j. ~

Jungkook lazily sprawled himself out on the largest branch of an old tree near the edge of town. Swiveling a toothpick between his teeth, he looked around at the people who passed below him obliviously. It amused him, in a way, how they could mindlessly continue with their lives. They were like sheep to the slaughter, unaware of the truth of things.

Then again, he didn’t really know what the “truth” was himself.

All that mattered to him was no longer having a label stamped on his body as though it were a badge of shame. Society deemed that he was destined to be poor. Society claimed that his ideal match would be someone of their choosing. Society was right and the average person didn’t need to question this.

Well, society could go eat a bag of dicks.

Again, his phone buzzed. He picked it up from where he had it laying on his chest to stare at it - the screen illuminating his face in the shadows. It was another job forwarded by his employer. Sighing, he opened up the dossier of the person he was sent to help this time. When he saw the picture, however, Jungkook sat up so fast that he nearly fell out of the tree.

It was her. The woman who nailed him in the gut without batting an eyelash. The woman whose dark auburn curls and gray eyes failed to vacate his mind.

He was immediately suspicious.

Normally he would forward a job he didn’t want to another Runner. It wasn’t like Jungkook was hurting for money. In fact, he was planning on taking a small vacation soon - taking himself off the grid completely for a few weeks before coming back. But his curiosity was a damning thing and he didn’t mind being damned if it meant knowing who this woman was.

Nikita Meyers. 25. Former Blue Blood. Currently wanted by authorities due to her association with various Rebel factions throughout the world.

Blinking, he read through the short blurb again to make sure that he wasn’t misinterpreting anything. But what was there to misinterpret? This woman had it all and threw everything away to be a fugitive? Like him? He didn’t get it. Wasn’t the high life a life of pleasure and carefree days?

Why would she ever want to toss it away for the gritty life?

Jungkook frowned, thinking back on the life he left behind. He refused to conform to society’s whims and ran away from home when it was time for him to have his partner chosen through The Lottery Bill. He didn’t know what love was and he wasn’t sure if he wanted any part of it if the government was hell-bent on minimizing it throughout the globe. Jungkook could admit that he did stupid things when he was emotionally unstable, hence why he was living the life he currently was in the first place. But he also wasn’t too keen on the idea of bending to the whims of others.

Even so…

Sliding his thumb over the screen, he dialed the number his contact provided for him. It rang three times before someone answered. Her voice filled his ears and he leaned his back against the trunk of the tree as he listened.

“Jungkook-ssi?”

He smirked. “Oh, are we using polite words now?”

He heard a sigh from the other line. “I won’t apologize for what I did. I had my reasons.”

“Sure you did.” His tone dripped of sarcasm, but Jungkook felt his smile growing wider. “It’s alright. I forgive you anyway.”

“You’re so gracious. So, are you gonna help me or are you gonna pass me off so I’m someone else’s problem?”

His lips formed into a small ‘O’ while he scratched the side of his nose. “Is that normal for you?”

Nikita scoffed. “I don’t make it a habit to become a problem for anyone in the first place.”

“That’s a shame,” he replied while shifting his position to stand on the tree branch, “it’s fun to be problematic.”

“I’m sure you’d know that.”

“Of course. That's why I said it.”

“Are you going to help me or not?”

Jungkook was going to help her. He’d made that decision the minute he saw her picture on his phone as the next job he was supposed to take. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to have fun with her about it.

“Well, you’re in luck. I happen to have some free time slotted in my schedule.”

“Good. Now come down from that tree and meet me face-to-face.”

His smile fell from his face and he sat up again, looking around in every direction. He quickly craned his neck down and saw she was standing below the tree he was currently perched in. For a long moment, the two of them just stared at each other - each of them holding their phones to their faces; listening to the other person breathing.

Then he saw her smile up at him. It was a smile that clearly said that she knew more than he did; that she’d gotten the best of him. A smile full of secrets, daring someone to try to discover them.

It was a smile that made his heart twist sharply in his chest.

Hanging up the phone, he slid it into the inner pocket of his leather jacket. Without batting an eyelash, Jungkook effortlessly hopped off the tree branch, landing with an unnecessary flourish in front of her. Nikita slid her phone into her pocket as he slid his palms over the thighs of his jeans.

Again, neither said anything. They just took in each other’s presence.

Now that he got a better look at her, Jungkook was at least half a head taller than her. The strap to a dark gray messenger bag was pressed across her chest at an angle, enhancing the swell of her bosom. Other than that, there was nothing else about her that would elicit inappropriate thoughts. No skin showed outside of her bare neck, face, and thin wrists peeking out from the sleeves of her dark green field jacket. She wore charcoal gray cargo pants stuffed into a pair of shin length combat boots. A black newsboy hat adorned the top of her head this time.

“So,” Jungkook said, finally breaking the silence, “where am I escorting the lovely lady?”

“We’re too exposed here.” Nikita moved past him and he pivoted on his heels to follow after her.

They were heading back into the city.

Just as he was about to suggest they could go somewhere a little more private to chat, she hopped onto a nearby dumpster and scaled up the fire escape as easily as snapping her fingers. Jungkook slowly arched his neck, watching her fling herself up one iron landing until her body swung in a half arc to allow her the reach she needed to grasp onto the edge of the building’s rooftop. Her booted feet scraped over the brick, crumbling small bits to the ground until she disappeared over the edge.

“Well, I’ll be goddamned,” he mumbled, his smile returning. This woman was just full of surprises.

“Are you comin’ or not?” she called down to him.

Not like he needed to be asked twice. Jungkook made a game of it, determined to scale the building in half the amount of time she had. Once he reached the top, he pulled himself over the edge in time to see her running at full speed across the building.

“Hey!” he shouted after her, his own legs eating at the ground in hot pursuit, “Wait a minute!”

But just as he was starting to close the distance, Nikita jumped from the building and curled her body inward. Jungkook was almost to the edge and was preparing his own dismount when he saw her successfully clear the gap. She grabbed onto one of the metal pipes and swung herself into an open window. Jungkook didn’t have a chance to relish in the adrenaline pumping through his veins, his eyes memorizing her movement patterns so he could follow the trail she was leaving for him.

Dust filled his nostrils, causing him to cough from the onslaught to his senses. The room smelled of old wood and mold. The building had long since been abandoned and there was clearly no interest in changing its state of disrepair. The boards creaked under each step that was taken and Jungkook mentally worried if the floor would crack and collapse right beneath him.

A beam of bright light blinded him and he hissed, moving his forearm to cover his eyes.

“Yo, what’s the deal?!”

His words sounded snappish, which hadn’t been his intention, but what did anyone expect when suddenly rendered unable to see?

“Sorry,” Nikita said, lowering the light to give him a chance to adjust to the darkness, “I wanted to make sure you were right behind me.”

Jungkook rubbed his fists into his eyes gingerly, shaking his head to blink the golden spots away from his vision. “It’s fine.”

She gestured with the flashlight toward the stairs. “Follow me. And watch your step.”

Everything in the building seemed ancient and forgotten. Jungkook swore he heard it groan in response to their presence there. It gave him an eerie sort of vibe that he wasn’t sure he wanted to really wrap his head around.

Once they reached the ground floor, Nikita disappeared through a door to the right. It looked like an office building of some kind now that he got a better look at it. He could hear her roughly pulling at drawers from what he assumed were old metal filing cabinets. Jungkook took a lean against the door frame, folding his arms across his chest as more dust flew in the air from Nikita’s manic investigation methods.

“Need any help?”

She slammed a drawer closed and yanked at another one, fingers dancing over the folders. “I’m good.”

He shrugged, even though he knew she couldn’t see it. “So what is this place?”

“Used to be a Public Records office until everything became digitized and moved to the various data hubs all over the globe.”

“And now?”

Nikita pulled out a folder and sifted through the papers inside. “Now it’s a place for squatters and a go-between for Rebel units.”

Jungkook hummed in understanding. But something puzzled him.

“So why are we here?”

Turning to face him, she waved the envelope at him. “Gathering intel for another client.”

“Wait.” He stepped inside the room. “This isn’t an escort job, but a recon mission?”

Nikita grinned, shutting the drawer closed with her hip. “Yup.”

He frowned. “Then why was I hired for this? You do know that I’m a Runner, right?”

“I know.” She stuffed the envelope into her bag, using the beam of her flashlight to rifle through whatever contents were also inside. “I know exactly who you are, Jeon Jungkook.”

Jungkook didn’t know why, but he didn’t like what she was insinuating with those words.

Nikita pulled something else from her bag, but it was too dark for him to see. Using her other hand to secure the bag’s clasp, she stepped toward the window and slid it open. Jungkook watched her poking her head out, presumably to see if anyone else was coming. It was dark and most people had normal work schedules so there wasn’t a chance for anyone to be out after midnight.

Well, except for them.

“It’s a waste.”

“What?” Jungkook slightly tilted his head, confused. “What is?”

“You left everything behind the same time I did, but all you’ve done is float through life without a care in the world.” She glanced at him from over her shoulder. “It’s a waste.”

Rolling his eyes, he frowned. “What the hell do you know?”

He didn’t appreciate her judgmental attitude toward him. It wasn’t like she knew him. It wasn’t like she understood what he’d gone through up until that point. Living off the grid wasn’t easy and it wasn’t for everyone. Sure, he could have gone back home and ponied up. He could have turned to those fighting against society’s rules and regulations, seeing refuge from a dying world. But he wasn’t about to let himself become dependent on anyone. Being dependent on others equated to marginalized freedom and Jungkook didn’t want that either.

Even if it he had to remain alone to maintain it.

“I know you’re a Runner,” she said, flashing a shit-eating grin at him, “so I suggest you do what you’re good at. Running.”

Jungkook wasn’t sure what she was getting at. But before he could question her further, something fell to the ground. It rolled across the floor and into the sliver of light that leaked in through the window from the streetlamp outside.

It was a hand grenade.

“ARE YOU CRAZY?!” Jungkook barely heard his own voice through the panic cadence of his heartbeat.

Nikita reached out to grab his hand, pulling him toward her. “RUN!”

They both tumbled out the window, rolling onto the grass in a tangle of limbs. They dislodged themselves from each other, frantically scrambling to their feet as they hurried to put as much distance between them and the building as possible. The heat from the explosion pressed against Jungkook’s back, forcing his body to lurch forward. Something cut the side of his face and he grunted as his shoulder collided with the concrete. He thought he heard someone calling him, but it was hard to make out from the soft ringing in his ears and the alarms going off.

“Shit,” he muttered as he sat up on all fours, shaking his head back and forth to chase away his rattled nerves.

Someone grabbed roughly at his jacket, yanking him up to his feet. His face was inches from Nikita’s, her stormy eyes reflecting the fire and smoke eating away at the building behind him.

“Come on,” she said, her hand reaching out to grasp his, “we have to go!”

He didn’t have time to yell at her. He simply followed her direction. Besides, he knew better than anyone that he couldn’t just walk away from this. Jungkook was an accomplice - willingness be damned.

He was a Rebel now.

~ n.m. ~

She’d be lying if she hadn’t planned it out that way. Nikita never had any intention of outright asking Jungkook if he would join their cause. Instead, she chose to be a dirty bitch about it - forcing his hand and leaving him no other option but to stand at their side. The Rebels weren’t necessarily losing, but they weren’t winning, either. The more skilled people they had on their side, people like Jungkook, the more likely they would win against society’s preconceived notion of what “success” and “happiness” was.

Nikita did it because she knew that they had to have him. That she had to have him. She didn’t feel guilty about taking him away from the life he’d chosen for himself.

A month later, however, the guilt started rearing its ugly little head. Usually in the dead of night; when the urge to smoke overtook her. She puffed on a cigarette, her thoughts swirling around in her head like a busted washing machine in desperate need of repair. Minjae told her that she didn’t need to tell him the truth about that day; what her intention was. She normally never questioned Minjae or his motives.

Now? Another month passed. She wasn’t so sure anymore..

A strong gust of wind pushed up against her body, causing her to take a half a step forward. The wind was always powerful the higher a person was. But the rooftop of their hideout was the only place she could find any solace. More and more people were joining their cause, but more people meant less space. Maybe it was the former high-privileged snob in her, but she liked being able to have a little breathing room in her life.

“Oh, I didn’t realize you were here,” a voice said from behind her.

She turned to glance over her shoulder, seeing that it was Jungkook. Her brows furrowed, a soft ache building at the center of her chest. But she didn’t say anything. He took a step back, his hand reaching behind him so he could push the door back open.

Nikita exhaled a thin stream of smoke, tapping the ash off the side of the building. “Stay if you want.” She shifted her gaze back to look at the twilight sky. “You don’t have to leave.”

The door closed, but the sound of feet shuffling closer toward her caused her to release a silent breath of relief. She didn’t want the awkward feeling to continue between them, and in the last month Jungkook proved himself useful. He never demanded to leave, because the people around him wanted him to stay. It made Nikita wonder if he’d never felt a sense of community before now; if he’d always been alone.

She was decent enough not to ask.

“No assignments. That’s rare.” He said it so easily, like he’d been a Rebel for years.

Shrugging, she lifted the cigarette to her lips. “Can’t be busy all the time. Batteries need charging and all that shit.”

He chuckled, sidling up beside her but giving her at least three feet of space. Nikita cast him a sidelong glance, watching him lean against the railing with his forearms.

“Yeah, I guess.”

Jungkook reached into his pocket and pulled out a toothpick. She raised a brow, unable to force back the smirk forming on her face. It was a habit she’d never understand, but it strangely suited him. She shook her head as he clamped his teeth over the twig, making it swivel back and forth with his tongue.

“What about you?”

He shook his head. “Nah. I’m heading out in two days.”

Nikita wouldn’t ask him where. It was better if she didn’t know. The less she knew, the less likely Jungkook would be compromised should something happen while he was away.

For a while, neither of them said anything. She finished her smoke, tossing the cigarette butt off the edge. Jungkook was focused on the starry night sky, so she knew he didn’t notice her looking at him. His hair shifted in back and forth motions from another gust of wind. He looked so lost in thought, yet completely relaxed.

Anything could happen between now and tomorrow. Jungkook could turn his back on them and possibly reveal everything he’d learned to the authorities. Or he could just get captured or killed. There were no guarantees in the world they were both fighting against and fighting for.

“I’m sorry,” Nikita said, surprised at herself with how suddenly the words came tumbling out.

“Huh?” Jungkook straightened up to his full height, flashing her a confused look. “What for?”

“I put us in that situation back then so that you’d have no choice but to come with us.”

He appeared to not understand what she was getting at. Was he really so gullible? Or was he just that innocent? How had the world not broken him?!

Nikita closed her eyes tightly, biting her lower lip that was already beginning to tremble. “I purposefully set you up. I forced you to become a Rebel.”

She couldn’t see him, much to her relief. But the sound of her heart hammering roughly against her ribs drowned out the sounds of the city. If he was saying anything at that moment, Nikita was confident she wouldn’t have heard him.

“I know.”

Those two words pierced through her loudly pounding heartbeat. Opening her eyes wide, she jerked her head to face him. He was closer to her now, but still wearing that gentle expression. The one of someone who understood something that she hadn’t been able to glean. The kind of expression that told volumes about a person’s life.

About the pain they were forced to endure.

“I know you did. And that’s okay.”

She blinked up at him, gobsmacked by his words. “Wh-What?”

How could he say that it was okay? What part of what she said was okay? As far as Nikita was concerned, none of this was okay!

“Because it was only after being here, I realized why you did. To me, that’s all that matters.”

Nikita’s brows furrowed in disbelief. She opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. It was like she’d lost the ability to speak or even formulate coherent phrases.

He continued.

“I’m a Runner. You said it yourself, running is what I’m good at. People only ever needed me to run for them. Nothing more. Nothing less.”

She watched him take a step toward her.

~ j.j. ~

Nikita looked like a deer caught in headlights.

Jungkook felt a strange sensation in the pit of his stomach; like something was fluttering inside of it. He wondered if he looked the same. If he had that same expression on his own face. Jungkook hoped he didn’t, but he felt weirdly calm. He couldn’t quite place why, other than he believed everything he was saying at that moment.

And he believed that Nikita would hear him; truly hear him.

Because for damn near two months, Jungkook couldn’t get Nikita out of his mind.

“My family didn’t care about me running away from my responsibilities. If they did, they would be looking for me now.”

He took another step forward, his eyes flicking downward to see if Nikita was going to take a step back. She didn’t, and that strange feeling in his stomach intensified.

“My two siblings are making up for my shortcomings. They’re happy and so I kept running. Here. There. Everywhere. It never mattered where I was or how long I was gone. Because running is what I do.”

Nikita looked like she was really listening to him. He knew it because of how focused her eyes were; shaking.

“J-Jungkook,” she stammered.

He knew he should take a step back. Reassess things and think about just what the hell was tumbling from his mouth. It wasn’t like he’d planned this and he hadn’t expected for her to apologize for making him a sucker. One day was all he needed to figure it out. After the initial internal battle he had with himself died down, Jungkook was planning to get the hell out of that place. He would play nice and then bounce. Simple as that.

But one day turned into one week. Then two. Then three.

Until a month passed by.

He realized it hadn’t bothered him as much as he initially thought. Because in that short amount of time, he saw Nikita in ways that he was sure she didn’t realize was being showcased. Jungkook discovered every nuance about her as their paths crossed every single day. From the way she preferred hats with bills than beanies, to how she would scratch at the bridge of her nose when she was annoyed. She preferred dogs over cats, but had a special kind of love for horses. She liked dark liquors and she hated beer. Nikita hated mornings, but she would always get up early to see the sunrise before going back to sleep.

And she was one helluva free runner.

Taking one more step forward, there was now less than a foot of space between Nikita and him. Again, he looked down to see if she would step back. And again, she didn’t.

“For the first time in a while, no one wants me running anymore. And when I have to run, I know I have a place to run back to. Because there are people waiting for me.”

He reached out to grasp her wrists, feeling her pulse jumping with life beneath his palms. For a split second, he suddenly felt self-conscious that his hands might be cold, clammy, or all of the above. But Jungkook selfishly refused to let go. He would apologize later for it if she shoved him aside.

Or off the building.

He waited - the soft clouds of breath meeting hers as she breathed out in sync with him. Nikita didn’t move or was thinking about what to do at that moment. Jungkook knew he needed to hurry and say what was churning inside of him.

What he’d been wanting to say for almost a week now.

“Because people like you are waiting for me.”

His hands moved from her wrists, slowly gliding up her arms until his palms slid over the delicate curve of her shoulders. Jungkook even knew how strong she was under all the bulky clothes she wore. It was how people kept underestimating her. It was how she survived.

But even under that strength was a gentle and compassionate woman. A woman who cared about the people around her. A woman who decidedly left her comfortable entitlement to help anyone suffering under the injustice of the world’s system. A woman who cried in mourning for those who could not be with the ones they loved.

Jungkook’s hands cupped her neck, using his thumbs to stroke over Nikita’s jawline. He gently pressed them to her chin, lifting her face to his. He could see the tears forming in her eyes and he paused, feeling his own hands trembling. Could he afford to hesitate? Could he really let this moment pass by, only to fade away into the darkness where it would never return to see the light of day?

He had to keep trusting her. Trust that she would keep listening.

“Jungkook, what are you--?”

“I love you.”

Jungkook felt like his insides were going to fall straight out of him. He said it. His nerves felt liquefied, but he said it.

“W-What?”

“I love you, Nikita.”

Not wanting her to push him away, he leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. He felt her gasp in his mouth and he waited for her to retaliate. To kick and scream and threaten to toss him over the side to his death. He would have deserved it. His death would be justified.

But Nikita didn’t shove him to the side. No. And he lifted his lips from hers when he felt her hands cupping his elbows. What tears were in her eyes spilled down her cheeks. Jungkook saw her brows furrow, but there was a watery smile now on her face.

And then he kissed her again, harder. His hands left her face so he could wrap his arms around her, fully pulling her up against him. He needed her close. Closer than he’d ever been able to get to her. The need was terrible and he didn’t want to chase it away. He sucked in air through his nose, drinking in the subtle smell of her shampoo. Nipping and tugging at her lips between his teeth and tongue, he relished the soft taste of ash from the cigarette she smoked earlier. But there was a hint of peppermint. Nikita always ate a peppermint before smoking because she despised the taste.

Jungkook would continue his mission of getting her to quit.

They parted the kiss long enough to get air. He could just barely see her through the clouds of their breaths. Even in the dark, her eyes seemed to glow. He loved how Nikita always looked like she could see right through him.

“I fell in love with you. I don’t know how. I don’t know why.” He leaned forward, pressing his forehead against hers as their noses touched. “I just did. I just do.”

Turning to bury his nose into the curve of Nikita’s neck, he smiled against her skin.

“It’s okay if you don’t right now. We have as much time as we need to figure it out. Until then, just let me keep loving you as you are now. As I am now.”

Her body shook with how roughly she was nodding her head. Jungkook pressed his fingers against the back of her neck as he held her aloft. And for awhile, that’s all they did. Hugged each other. He could feel how hard their hearts were hammering against each other. All the anxiety and hesitation felt like it was bleeding out of him.

Nikita laughed a little. “Damn,” she whispered.

Jungkook smirked. “What?”

“Guess this means I love you too.”

They shared a laugh. He leaned forward to pull her into a hug. Jungkook appreciated how good it felt to know her arms were around him. It may have been a selfish beginning, but it wouldn’t be a selfish end.

He knew things would get harder from now on. But that was okay. Because the hole in his heart was full.

Because he loved this woman in his arms.

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moonchildaera · 5 years ago

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BTS 7TH ANNIVERSARY

I can’t believe it’s already been seven years. I can’t believe I watched you guys grow as both artists and human beings for seven years. That once empty spot on that stage was the chance for you guys to debut and it makes me remember of a time when you guys were constantly criticized for having such a name known as ‘The Bulletproof Boy Scouts’.

It has almost been ten years since I first watched that video of you guys walking off that bus with black clothing and dark eyeliner and so much has already changed since then. I’m thankful for everything, for all the times I got to spend my time with you guys. From your songs such as Answer: Love Yourself, A Supplementary Story, Mikrokosmos, Magic Shop, Paradise and so much more, it gave me a new way to look at life during and help me through dark times. Growing up, I only knew you guys, I only knew BTS and for a while I was afraid of what the future would hold without you guys by my side and I was afraid of forgetting you guys, especially when I started to branch out to other groups but turns out I never did. For a long time, I held onto you guys as my support, the ones who would pat me on the back and tell me everything would be okay because even after a long winter, spring is bound to come.

In some cases, I feel sorry towards the seven of you. I feel sorry because you are able to live a life of luxury and in return, you aren’t able to do simple things most of us take for granted. I’m sorry that I’m not able to be there during your darkest times and pat you on the back like you do with me or comfort you. I’m still very thankful for all of you, because through it all, you were able to make me a better version of myself. I was lost for a while because I didn’t know which path to take in life, whether it’d be this or that but you told me that it was okay because at some point we all get lost and along the way, we find ourselves because no one is complete at the beginning of the journey.

Jeon Jungkook. You were my first bias. You were the first boy I really fell for. Throughout the years, you taught me how to express and be myself. I used to cry a lot about you because behind that image that you’ve had to keep up throughout all those years, you never really got to experience what teenages my age are supposed to experience. You were my first kpop boy. The boy I laid my eyes on and fell for. From your annoyingly quirky personality and cute little bunny smiles, I fell and I don’t blame you. In my eyes, you were a kid waiting to see the world and explore it. I know that often you are depicted as the Golden Maknae but you don’t have to constantly be good at everything to know that you, yourself, are enough. From the mole on your neck to the scar on your cheek, all these imperfections are what makes you who you are and I hope you never stop being yourself. I hope that one day, you will be able to find your own time and space, without the cameras. Thank you, Jeon Jungkook.

Kim Taehyung. The weird dude with a 4D personality. That’s how I used to depict you, not in a bad way of course. You were someone who always looked so carefree and happy. The way you saw life made me curious about you. Because of you, I was able to express myself artistically and find my passion in art. You taught me that each of us had an inner child and that sometimes it was better to let it out and enjoy the little things as it is. You taught me how to see the world in a different way and forget about what everyone else thought about me. You taught me what the world ‘purple’ meant and I have since not stopped using it in random times. In this lifetime, I will continue to wander through, looking for my own beautiful story and wondering about the next parts. You could say it’ll be like a story of two ships coming together in the midst of the night, speaking to one another and exploding with an intense feeling within that moment. I want to make you mine. I purple you, Kim Taehyung. Thank you for everything.

Park Jimin. Mochi. My Serendipity. I think it was destiny when the universe brought us together. I don’t know what it was, from the soulful movements on stage or the cute eyesmiles, but I fell for you. At this point, I’m not even sure if I can call you my bias or not because of how much I switch on a day to day basis but Jimin, you hold a special place in my heart. My 4 O’clock thoughts turn into you. I was too young back then, when I would cry and think to myself about the times when I felt like I was falling, you were the light that brought a smile to my face. I still think back to those times a lot, where I would throw the world out the window and shut myself out. You were the one who intertwined your pinkie with mine and made me promise to never throw myself away.

Jung Hoseok. J-Hope. My piece of peace. “A warm smile is the universal language of kindness.” You taught me that. Thank you for always being a positive ray of sunshine that brought smiles and happiness towards everyone. Even through the tears, you never stop smiling and I know that life isn’t always a flower path to heaven but I’m thankful to have a bright energy like yours to help me through those dark days and make me smile. Your happiness is my happiness and I hope you know that one day, when I get to meet you I will give you the biggest hug in the world because you deserve it. You all do. I look back to those days when people used to take you for granted. I never understood why everyone used to mindlessly throw hate towards you but to watch you grow and become into this person that is deeply loved and admired by everyone makes me happy because they finally see you for who you are. Thank you for everything, Jung Hoseok.

Min Yoongi. Suga. Through the darkest times, your lyrics have helped me and proved to me that better days are yet to come. You proved to me something not a lot of people have proved and that no matter how lonely and sad we got, we could all smile if we were together. Through your songs from Agust D and D-2, it made me understand you more as a human being rather than an artist. You taught me that one day, I’ll fully blossom after all the hardships that I’ve gone through because one it’ll all be worth it. The brown piano that you once sang about, I hope you continue to play that piano throughout your years. Music was your form of escaping and it was for me too. Because of that song known as ‘First Love’, I grew to understand you more and when I first listened to that song, tears grew in forms of raindrops in my eyes because it was all I could do. The love you had for music, the hardships you went through for it and to finally be able to become one with your dream. I understood you and because of that, my passion for music only grew. Because of that, I strived to learn the piano. Thank you for everything, Min Yoongi.

Kim Seokjin. From that obnoxious windshield laugh of yours to your sassy attitude and dad jokes, you have never failed to make me laugh. Even just by writing that paragraph, you already made me laugh. You gave me the confidence on why I should love myself and why I shouldn’t care about what everyone else thought about me because at the end of the day, I’m still myself. Even though I don’t eat with people that muhc, you’ve taught me that food brings people together and you’ve shown me that through countless eatjin vlives. You taught me to treasure myself and that good influence becomes bigger once it’s been shared overtime. Thank you so much for all the encouraging words that brought me up during gloomy days. One day, I’ll be able to see you blow a kiss right towards me and I hope that day comes soon. Kim SeokJin, Thank you for everything.

Rap Monster, Moonie, RM, Kim Namjoon. You were once known as Rap Monster and because of that name, you were often criticized as both an artist and human being. Out of all the members, I watched you grow the most. From the words ‘I will show you’ to ‘love myself, love yourself’, you are an inspiration towards a generation of lost youths. You and BTS. Without you, BTS would’ve never happened. You helped me cope with emotions new and unknown towards me. When the ‘Love Yourself Campaign’ happened back in 2017 and you delivered your speech, I had to admit there were tears in my eyes because you yourself taught me that day that ‘true love begins with loving myself’ and to speak myself no matter where I was. Loving yourself is hard, I have to admit but little by little I learn from your lyrics and loving myself through you and the rest of BTS as well as the people around me. I know that you can’t promise me that I won’t be hurt anymore but rather live my days to the fullest, because through it all, spring will always come after a long winter. Thank you for everything Kim Namjoon.

I won’t ever forget any of you and I hope you never forget about any of us. Kim Namjoon, Kim Seokjin, Min Yoongi, Jung Hoseok, Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung, Jeon Jungkook, we won’t ever forget you. Thank you so much for giving me a second chance in life. Thank you for everything you’ve taught me and for all the things that you do for the people around you.

We are blessed to have you. I will admit that there will come a day in my life when I will grow too old for you. There will come a time when my love for you will not be as strong as this one but in my heart, each of you will hold a special place within it and through those years, I will remember your sacrifices, the blood, sweat and tears and your performance on stage as a whole. I will remember the tears that were gathered and collected as well as the times you held my hand through your music.

There will come a time when the snowflakes that fall from the skies will no longer remind me of Spring Day or the pure love of Crystal Snow. There will come a day when I will be yelling ‘Not Today’ to my kids and not blasting the song itself. There will come a time when the long sleepless nights won’t be accompanied with the soft piano and your voices in the background. A time will come when one day, I will soon live a life without you but until then, I will hold each and everyone one of you guys close to my heart and I will cherish these times with you guys, together.

There will come a time when that long winter will finally pass and spring will come. When that time comes, I will take everything you’ve taught me and share it with the rest of the world. Please never stop singing, never stop living your dream because I won’t stop chasing after mine. Eternally, you will each be known as a legend and as I listen to We Are Bulletproof: The Eternal with tears in my eyes, I would like to thank you all once more for everything you’ve done for us. Together we can walk a path towards happiness.

Shine.

Dream.

Smile.

Together, we are bulletproof. Until then, BTS. I purple you.

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haven-raven012591 · 6 years ago

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Just One Day

Intro: Soul Mates happen Anywhere

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The following are the stories of when “Just One Day” becomes the beginning of what could be a lifetime. Seven boys brought together by fate would be brought together with seven ordinary girls by fate again. When these boys were brought together in 2013, they only had dreams. As they rose to fame they began to dream of more. Now six shorts but very long years later they are not only the most well-known “Idol” group in Seoul, South Korea but the world. They are known by their fans as BTS. And BTS know their fans as ARMY.

The Seven men of BTS are Kim Seokjin, Min Yoongi, Jung Hoseok, Kim Namjoon, Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung, And Jeon Jungkook. Some of the men have stage names and others don’t. Kim Seokjin is simply known as Jin. Min Yoongi is simply known as Suga, there are more than a few theories as to how he got this stage name. Jung Hoseok is known as J-Hope his stage name came from ARMY, he is the eternal hope for both BTS and for ARMY as well. Kim Namjoon is simply known as RM a shortened version of his original stage name Rap Monster Jimin is just Jimin he has no stage name. Kim Taehyung is known simply as V. And finally, there is Jungkook who like Jimin and somewhat Jin has no stage name he is simply Jungkook. As you have noticed there is an order to the names, the names are put in order of age.

Let’s being with Kim Seokjin he is the eldest of the group of men and is the one Army Refers to as “Worldwide Handsome” this is a self-imposed nickname, but it is true. From his deep brown eyes to his amazing singing voice to his broad shoulders Jin is indeed Worldwide Handsome. Jin is one fourth of the vocal line of BTS and is one of the ones with the best voices. He was picked up in a street audition to be the Visual of the group. Which meant that he was the best looking out of the guys. He had a series on YouTube or Vlive, not sure which was simply called, Eat Jin. You watched him eat and talk about food He is the one that loves to cook out of the group and the guys will tell you that he is the best cook between them. He even owns his own restaurant in Seoul. He was brought up with his mother and father along with a younger brother. One of the best things about Jin is his work ethic when it comes to his dancing. When BTS started out he was one of the ones that needed the most help. Now six short years later he has improved so much and is just as good as some of the others. Jin had deep brown eyes, a tall frame with broad shoulders, just black hair that was short. He has very plump and kissable lips. He had long graceful fingers that helped him when he was playing the piano and guitar.

Grace is the best chief in the city and has two restaurants to manage because of that. She is the sole provider for her family of three. Her parents are very poor in health, her mother has fibromyalgia which is a muscle and nerve condition and with her age it is hard for her to do much. Grace’s father worked all his life and is now taking it easy in his golden years as his health beings to decline. Grace is an only child but is very well loved by her parents who insist she do something she loved instead of doing something as a “job”. They paid for her to go to cooking school and now she is repaying them by making sure she does everything for them. Grace was beautiful she was about 5’5, jet black hair, which made her navy-blue eyes pop and made her look like some eerie magical woman. She was thinner with curves in all the right places. Her light tanned skin just made her features standout more. All in all, she was very beautiful inside and out. She was warm and kind with the side of if you screw with me and my family or friends, I will murder you in your sleep. She took no shit from anyone; she also knew how to pick her battles.

Min Yoongi or Suga as he is known from his fans is the next oldest. He is one third of the Rap line of BTS. In fact, he is one of South Korea’s fastest rappers, I believe he is third in the country. He has the stage name of Suga because of his position when he played basketball, he was a shooting guard. Yoongi is the best producer out of the group and that is what he wanted to do for the company that he is under contract for. He is often considered cold and distant, but once you get to know him you know that his demeanor is only like that because he doesn’t trust others so easily. Just like Jin he is very handsome he has deep brown eyes, short grey/blonde hair, very kissable lips. He is one of the shorter members, but he still had long legs and broad shoulders. He has very long graceful fingers and large, strong hands. He has the talent to play the piano as well as sing. His singing voice might not be as strong as the vocal line but don’t let that fool you, he has a very deep voice when singing with a lisp. He was raised in a family of five, mother, father, older brother and a brown poodle named Holly. He is very warm hearted and very kind; it just takes a lot for him to trust people. He still loves to play basketball whenever he has the time.

Sura is one of the girls you can’t figure out. Every time you think you know her inside and out, she will turn the tables on you and show you why you don’t know a damn thing about her. She is the oldest of three, her little brother Jake was what was coined by one of her best friends coined as a big/little brother. Which meant that he was younger but taller. Sura was in herself about 5’3, with long dark brown hair with burgundy streaks running through it, she had deep hazel eyes that could look anywhere from brown to blue as long as you considered the color of her shirt or the weather. Sura’s little sister Mary was the reason Sura had become a nurse. When their mother passed having Mary and left them all alone Sura raised Jake and Mary as best she could. Right now, she was learning how to handle a job and still balance a life that she wanted to live. Jake was now in college and was helping her as much as he could. Sura wanted to do one thing other than helping people she wanted to be a writer and after work she walked to the park to spend a few hours in private to work on that.

Jung Hoseok, J-Hope or Hobi as he was known as his fans and friends is the third oldest. He was the sunshine and life of the party when it comes to BTS. He is loving and kind and warm hearted and just a beautiful soul to be around or see on stage. He is the best dancer in BTS hands down, it is simply amazing to see him dance the way he does. He is now BTS’s choreographer, he is also one third of the rap line of BTS. He is one of the ones that you must watch out for he has this very bright and beautiful personality, but he is one of the most amazing rappers of the group. His rapping style is just as bright as he is, you can tell by his tone of voice. He has deep brown eyes, short black hair, plump kissable lips. He is about medium height and has the dancer’s body that is long and lean. His family is a family of four. His mother and father, older sister and him. He is what we like to call a big/little brother because he is younger but taller than his sister. He has a beautiful singing voice as rapping his heart out. Hoseok is the one that lives and breathes dancing and you can tell when you watch him.

Hikari is an up and coming dancer. She is the best in all her classes and can go toe to toe with her teachers. She has long and beautiful red hair, she is tall and fit and has the long legs of a dancer. She has these eerie and amazing arctic blue eyes. You can tell her Native American heritage from looking at her. She has the deep tan that most Native Americans have the blue eyes and red hair come from her Scottish part of herself, that she got from her father. Hikari’s name made it very interesting to be who she was and have her two heritages, her name means light in Japanese. Her father told her that her mom had loved being an “army brat” growing up and that was why she had her name. Hikari had moved and because of her father’s business she was able to focus on just her dream. She was one of the most beautiful girls in her class and even though the guys were all after her she didn’t really have time for them. She was a dancer first and a woman second. But she was strong and was kind and sweet and everyone said she lit up a room when she walked in. She was this tough take charge and take no shit sweetheart that everyone loved.

Kim Namjoon or RM now, he was first known as Rap Monster but decided to change it because he didn’t want to come off as that aggressive. He is the leader of BTS and is fluent in English. Namjoon is the tallest of the group with very long legs and long arms. He is a little clumsy naturally but it’s ok because it makes him relatable, his nickname is god of destruction given to him by the other guys in BTS. He tends to break things sometimes. He is one of the smartest people that you will ever meet. His IQ is 148 but please do not hold that against him because he doesn’t use that to look down on people at all, nor does he act like he has that high of an IQ sometimes. He has brown eyes, short light brown hair, kissable lips and a set of dimples to die for. He is sweet and very relatable. He has a unique voice; he is the last one of the rap line of BTS. His mother and Father and his little sister. Namjoon is the one in 2018 spoke to the United Nations as part of BTS’s and UNICEFs Love Yourself campaign. He loves to read and has done so for a lot of years. He comes from a family of four as well.

Isis is just as her name suggests an Egyptian Goddess, or that is what her mother and older brother has told her all her life. Her mother and her bother are the ones that have raised her to be her own person. She has long curly blonde hair that is off set with her very caramel colored skin tone. She has deep brown eyes that almost look black. She is tall and thick; she has curves and is a very beautiful person inside and out. She is the top of her class in college with a very impressive IQ herself. She is the one that other go to when they have a problem. She is almost always seen with a book in her hands and wireless earbuds in her ears. She was the first in her class in high school and was the one that spoke at her graduation. Her speech had everyone in tears and when she finished, she got a standing ovation. She is now in college to be a psychologist and is currently on the fast track to have her own practice when she graduates. She has a very protective and but is a sweetheart when you break her outer wall down.

Park Jimin is the angel of BTS he is what is the start of the Mankae line or the youngest line. He is the second-best dancer of BTS. He is also one fourth of the vocal line like Jin. Jimin has a very soft and sweet voice that is different than the other four vocalists in BTS. He has short black hair; he has long legs which is a nice contrast considering he is the shortest of the group. Just like Hoseok he has the dancer’s body that is amazing to watch move. He has brown eyes but unlike the others his are most likely to be covered up by color contacts. Which means he could have any eye color on the planet which somehow matches his personality. He is very sweet, very kind, he loves animals and his friends he is a cuddle bug, you just can’t say that enough. He has very plump lips and besides his voice those are the feature you see first. He has a very cute giggle and is just an amazingly sweet guy. He is from a family of four. His mother, Father and younger brother. So, he knows how to be a big brother. Jimin is very hard on himself when he doesn’t need to be, can you say perfectionist? Just like Hoseok too he lives and breathes dancing and you can tell.

Aria was just as beautiful as her name. She is an only child and is the apple of her grand-parents’ eyes. Her parents where killed in a tragic accident when she was a baby and it was a miracle; she survived the accident herself. She had been told all her life that she could do anything that all she had to do was believe in herself. But she found that hard to do. When you are 5’0 and all you want to do is dance but you have no rhythm at all it seems like just one battle after another to her. Her grand-parents’ had done everything that they could to get her not to give up on her dream. They knew she could do it all she needed was one person, one teacher to tell her that she was going to do fine. She was short but she had long legs, she had curves and looked like a doll sometimes. Her jet-black hair, porcelain skin and hazel eyes made her look like something men could only dream of. She was as sweet as they came but with that sweetness came a bluntness that some loved and some hated. She had decided that she was only trying one more time and then she was really working on college. This was to be the last chance at her dream.

Kim Taehyung or V as he is known to his fans. He is the middle Mankae, between Jimin and Jungkook. He has deep brown eyes that almost look black, short dark brown hair that’s very curly or wavy and very kissable lips. He has a very deep voice when talking or singing, he can hit the high notes though don’t let that deep voice fool you. He is one the tallest in BTS. He is very sweet and very unique. He has a very different way of looking at the world that is very childlike but not childish. He is still a very pure soul even to have traveled the world like he has. And that is one of the best qualities about him. He is one of the vocal line of BTS. He loves taking pictures, looking at art. He is very fashionable his nickname is Gucci boy, because that is what he likes to wear, and it looks very good one him. He is from a family of five. He has a Mother, Father, a younger brother and a younger sister. He loves animals especially his little puppy tannie who is like the mascot for BTS or at least all of their babies. He loves going to art museums when he was time off. His favorite artist is Vincent van Gogh.

Yuki was amazing at her job, very few years she had managed to become the curator of the art museum she had loved to visit as a kid. She knew art like the back of her hand, and she loved being around it all day. It didn’t matter if she was getting new pieces for the museum or she was looking at things she had seen a million times she loved it all. She was trying to acquire something special for a few weeks to allow new blood to come to the museum and fall in love with art. It needed to be soon so that people could see the beautiful and importance of art and especially art in school for children. She had shoulder length bright white blonde, it looked amazing next to her pale skin. It when well with her bright hunter green eyes and her red lips. She was about 5’6 and she had curves. She had this very take charge personality, but she was still very sweet. And they only reason she had to have the personality was so that the men that worked under her would respect her. She had a very innocent a loveable side to her. She was quiet and saw things that others couldn’t see sometimes. Her Mom and dad and her sister loved that about her, and they loved that she loved her job.

Last but certainly not least is Jeon Jungkook known as the Golden Mankae, meaning the golden youngest. When BTS was formed and debuted Jungkook was only15-16 years old. The other guys raised him from them on, as he had to leave home and move to Seoul and being training as an “Idol”. All the guys raised him as though the was their younger bother and they love him as such. He is the last of the Vocal line of BTS, but he has rapped on a few of their songs and is very good at it. Which to be fair there isn’t really anything that Jungkook is bad at. He has an amazing voice and is a pleasure to hear sing. He is a very sweet guy; he is very confident, but he also has times when he isn’t so confident. He is trying to learn English so that Namjoon isn’t the only one that is fluent in it. He is one of the tallest in BTS he is the one that works out the most and has the best set of abs in the group. He had wavy, curly brown hair; he has deep brown eyes. He has very kissable lips and a very cute smile that fans call his bunny smile because he looks like a bunny when he smiles. He’s very down to earth and a very considerate person. He has said that he has a little bit of the other guys personalities in him since they raised him. He loves to play video games and he is very good at them.

Diana was named after Diana prince or Wonder Woman because her mother wanted her to be strong and beautiful just like Wonder Woman. Her mother got her wish, Diana is a very strong and take no shit kind of woman. She is also very sweet and caring she loves with her whole heart or she hates with everything in her soul. There are very few instances where she sees middle ground, but she is very far to everyone. She lets her heart guide her and is very grounded. She is sweet and kinda and has a very warm personality until you piss her of then you really need to watch out because then things will get very, very bad for you very fast. She has long dirty blonde hair, she had green hazel eyes. She is tall and has very long legs, she is thick and curvy. She is very beautiful just like her name sake. She has a motherly side to her because she helped her mom raise her three younger siblings. When she discovered her video game ability, she was unsure as to what she was going to do with it. But her little brother started taking her and entering her into the competitions around the state. She has a very competitive side to her sometimes but its all in good fun. She is one of the best video gamers in the country.

So now that we know the people that this will be about when can see how things will turn out between each of the couples. Oh, and by the way the seven girls…They don’t know who BTS is at all! They don’t listen to BTS and have no idea who they will be meeting in the up coming chapters.

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thebritishblabbermouth · 6 years ago

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Jungkook Fanfiction- BTS Mafia AU

Heyya :))

@atricksterwithwings requested a beautiful BTS mafia au, and I loved writing this for her. I’ve split it into three parts. Scroll down for the first and for the link to the latter.

A/N: I’ve mentioned Zhang Yixing in this fanfiction aside from the other BTS members. Its totally okay if you dont know who he is...although you probably do, he’s like such a popular sheep ;) Find information about him here .

Tell me your thoughts on this fanfic, Id love to receive any sort of feedback on my work and I totally think that likes and reblogs are recognition too :) Have fun reading, I know I really enjoyed writing this :) Its like 12 pages long on a word doc...idek anymore xP Jungkook is gorgeous. :)

Also...there is cursing in this, mention of the mafia from different nationalities and part two and three are rated M (its smutty xP) Reader discretion is advised if any of these things bother you.

Lots of love :) <3 - Enjoy :)

PART 2

PART 3 (final)

Jeon Jungkook stood at the 77th floor of Euphoria, the headquarters to the largest crime syndicate east of the Pacific Ocean. The height was dizzying for most, but not for him.

Jungkook had no fears; or so was assumed.

The man himself, was built at an impressive 6 feet and constituted of raw muscle, protein and a rather cynical approach towards life. Outwardly, the leader of the most legal crime syndicate was cold, intimidating and the type to burn you to ashes with a glare from his heated eyes.

Inwardly, he was exactly the same.

He was well aware of the effect he had on his employees, men and women who knew exactly of his affiliation with the Japanese Yazuka and the Italian Camorra yet pined to work under Jeon, the sheer power of his company bringing everyone to their knees with respect.

Euphoria was a giant.

It had dealings with government run telemarketing firms, banks, real estate agencies, alongside finance and technology markets. An easy way to convert money earned through extortion, gambling and trafficking to its pure and pristine form. The corrupt politicians whose elections he had funded didn’t complain. No one cared where the money came from and no one dared to ask otherwise. The cause of the founder’s formidable aura wasn’t a secret. Everyone knew how he had been tortured by his father, abandoned on the streets by a mother who seemed to love Heroin more than her own son. The story had been plastered all over the internet, and Jungkook would never deny reading through its many exaggerated versions. They were entertaining and did well to remind himself about how important money and power were, without those weapons, he too would be sitting in a room, writing about a life that belonged to someone else.

Materialism was reality and wealth- it’s currency.

~~~~~~~~~~~

‘’Sir, your coffee…’’ you said, walking through the office doors, a skip in your stride. There was no knock. No hint of awkwardness, no aspect of fear in the way she spoke. If anything there was the undertone of coercion, almost coaxing the man to leave his billion dollar thoughts in the gutter and focus solely on the warm drink.

Your playful extortion had worked, he was focused. Just not on the coffee.

Three months ago, Euphoria had issued an internal opportunity- PA to Jeon Jungkook. The post received 3 applications from his 20,000 employees. Min Yoongi, his chief of finance and operations took to appointing the least qualified of the bunch, a woman- aged a mere 22 years. The pitch to his ever frightening boss had been simple. ‘’You’ve let down 30 men in the last 6 months. I am done handling my job as well your shit. Those Harvard lunatics are too busy tending to their stupid resumes and I don’t have time for the garbage they throw at me when you fire their sorry arses. You’re settling with the woman, she’s got sick parents to feed- she won’t give a damn for ego as long as you pay her on time.’’

Jungkook could only snarl at the curses, the audacity of the man to speak in the way he did. Anyone else and they’d be lying in a pool of their own blood within seconds of the first word spoken against him. But Min Yoongi couldn’t be touched and this was a fact.

Jeon Jungkook was putty in the hands of his elder brother.

Today, he sent thanks to his sibling, for his aggressive outburst and daunting approach. You were priceless and the best decision ever- professionally of course.

He gave no reply to your request, not even a glance spared in your direction as your placed the drink onto his desk. There were just a series of footsteps, the man walking over to his maple work table, ready to do as he was told.

You had no idea of the prerogatives you held, and at that point, neither did him. The slight tease in your voice had mellowed down completely- replaced with the air of innocence and obeisance. Jungkook groaned at the sight.

‘’So I was thinking…it’s Christmas Eve tomorrow…and well…’’ you said... Shuffling your buckled black heels.

‘’You aren’t leaving early.’’

His abrupt command had no thought behind it. Other than the fact he couldn’t let you out of his sight for more than a few hours, often paging you unnecessarily just to make you think of him.

He doubted you ever would if he didn’t.

‘’I am not…my parents are flying in tomorrow…it’s a small get together at my place with a few colleagues. I figured since you didn’t have anything planned…you could join us?’’

Your apprehensive feet clicked across the hardwood with anticipation, the weightlessness behind your request holding the air in a trance.

‘’You’re my personal assistant, not event manager. You do not handle my private affairs so don’t think for a second that I care about your stupid Christmas dinner or the family I saved from crumbling.’’

It wasn’t what he had intended to say. Rather, his mind had flourished a thought he needed to keep locked away. He wanted to tell you that he’d love to join your family, share potato salad and amusing anecdotes across the table... All the while pressing his hand into your thigh- a subtle promise of sinful satisfaction later that night. But he wouldn’t dare to voice his feelings. You didn’t need to get involved with his shit, the scars that graced his back or the life full of gluttony and gambles he had chosen to lead. It was compulsion, to remind you every second of every day that the apartment which he bestowed upon you just 3 floors below his office- was a gracious boon, a gift given to improve your petty life. You had to be reminded of your father and how had been released from Jail after almost overdosing on the crack he had envisioned to peddle. Jeon Jungkook had to remind you of how ugly your tear stained face looked as you begged on your knees- begged for him to save your family.

There was simply no other way.

If you weren’t reminded, you’d crawl your way into his heart and sit there- encasing it completely.

He was just a damned moth to your flame.

‘’I know…and I am trying…I am trying to repay you. Please. Come over. I won’t waste your time.’’ You said. The words articulated with a purpose, were laced with meaningful sorrow but you couldn’t help the small smile that graced your lips.

He hadn’t declined.

Jungkook noticed how your full lips turned upwards, noticed how you had bent your head downwards, trying to hide your amusement. He knew he hadn’t said no, he knew inside the pits of his soul that was going to attend. Your reaction publicised his private notions completely.

It wasn’t hard to hate you.

Rather, it was the easiest thing in the world. His life had been built upon layers of lies, fear, judgement and mistrust. You tore everything apart with one look. He despised the hold you had over him, envied your purity and tried his best to tarnish it with his own two hands. Even if it meant burning your entire persona to ashes. He was well aware of the impact his audacious remarks on your large heart, knew just how much you wished to throw your small fists at his chest in rebuttal- he could see it in your eyes. But he knew you’d never break.

‘’Get out. I don’t have time for you.’’

Fuck.

Why couldn’t he just say no?

Probably because the thought of abjuration had never once crossed his mind.

~~~~~~~~~~~

11 pm saw him standing at your door, a bouquet of Lilly’s in his hand. The flowers had almost wilted away. What the hell was he doing? Why was he even here? There was no noise from behind the oakwood and why would there be?

Your offer had been for dinner, not a midnight snack.

He wasn’t going to come, prove you wrong and act smug about the ordeal. However he had shown up, at 7 pm, flowers fresh and suit prim. Ready to tap onto the door and shimmy himself into you…your apartment. But his confidence dropped as he heard your laughter, it was beautiful, natural and something he had never experienced before.

Jeon Jungkook had never made you laugh, but had every thought of hearing you scream.

It wouldn’t have mattered to him if you were any other woman, but the lack of knowledge frightened him, made him think there would be another man who would have the pleasure of witnessing both sounds.

Every. Single. Day.

His heart beat erratically, edging him into a state of worry and insanity. What the fuck was wrong with him? It would be a complete lie if he said he hadn’t just stood in front of your door for 3 hours, praying he didn’t hear sounds of men. The silence at 11 pm provided comfort and he walked away, only after dropping the Lilly’s inside the vase at your desk.

You had been pleasantly surprised the next day, and you knew exactly who they were from. The flowers- drained from their pretty colour -were beautiful nonetheless and you couldn’t help but run your hands over their soft petals.

They were perfect- just like him.

~~~~~~~~~~

‘’See that guy over there…he’s checking you out hon.’’ Lisa, the American-Chinese intern, stirred her tea at an exceedingly sluggish pace. Her eyes were glued onto the 27 year old accountant who stood in the corner of the room, photocopying his work and humming to himself. She’d been a temporary employee at Euphoria Inc. for a bare 3 weeks but had done well to pair 4 couples with her self-praised matchmaking skills.

3 of said relationships had broken up within 24 hours. And thus, It was only natural that her impeccable track record attracted many an employee to her small cubicle, ready for her to set them up with dates and one night stands.

It seemed that you were her next target.

You sighed and turned to look at Jamie. He was tall, considerably well-built and had this collegiate boyish charm to his appeal, his long-slightly raven locks sat faultlessly over his glasses.

The image was so immaculate it made you uncomfortable.

However in your opinion, the man on the 77th floor was nothing short of perfection. His ruffled hair didn’t need to be waxed and placed as it were; it fell naturally and it made you want to run your hands through it. His rugged and damaged personality sheltered his otherwise kind heart and you saw right through the vile facade. You didn’t hope for him to change. Didn’t hope for him to suddenly become a goofy cheeky soul; the kind who would sit and chat with his workers.

You loved the man as he was. A little broken but a hell of a lot confident.

‘’Lisa…I don’t really want to date him…’’ You mumbled, eagerly emptying coffee beans into the machine.

She laughed at your reply and peeled her eyes away from the man. ‘’Who said anything about dating love? I just said he was checking you out.’’

It was hard not to grimace at her words but as crude as they were you had to smile politely. Offices were run on brutal honesty and cut throat depositions. There was no room for pleasantries or hospitality and any that appeared were a courteous formality. You hurried in your steps and brewed the concoction with ease. It was 8 am and he required his morning fix, even though he never actually asked you to prepare it. You had just finished placing his black on the tray and had turned around to deliver it when a firm body crashed into yours, spilling the brew all over your clothes and the floor. The heat burned through your blouse and scorched your skin, it had been hard to not curse at the pain but you dealt through it, eyes shut tight in response.

‘’Oh my gosh! I am so sorry!’’ said the voice. It was a man, sharply handsome, his cheekbones were protruding and you were sure his skin glowed. It didn’t take long to recognise him.

Kim Taehyung.

He had been a prospective fiancé, from a year ago.

From a time when you had no viable job, no future and the money the Kim Family offered in exchange for your hand in matrimony, had been a welcome surprise to your household. They were staunchly against same sex marriages and Park Jimin had been banned from their home with immediate effect. The marijuana had inflected your otherwise gentle father and he had agreed in seconds to the proposal, not once considering your opinion. You had declined Taehyung in private, and he had hugged you in thanks. The man was humble and docile in more ways than one, and his heart had been taken years ago- by none other, than his childhood piano teacher. There was no way Taehyung would’ve agreed.

‘’Tae!’’ You screamed, surprised yet elated at the discovery.

‘’Hey there fiancé. Glad to know you remember me…but really, why do we always meet in the worst of situations.’’ He walked over to the counter as he spoke, grabbing up as many napkins as he could find. His gentle hands took to patting at your chest, handing you the tissues while doing so and it didn’t take long for to dry up your blouse.

‘’I thought you’d be more respectful than that. Letting your fiancé walk into my building and displaying yourself open for the man. Tch Tch…I guess a lowlife is always a low life no matter what her circumstance.’’ Jeon Jungkook stood against the door, leaning onto it with a posture that screamed indifference. But in all reality, Jungkook was seething.

The small Glock tucked into his suit was ready to fire and destroy Kim Taehyung and maybe even leave a flesh wound inside Jamie the accountant.

However in that minute, his primal desire had been to destroy you. How dare you hide the news of your engagement? How dare you wear that damned pastel pink blouse to work, and let another man touch you so unabashedly? How dare you smile when you saw your betrothed? He hated you for everything.

And he hated himself for falling for you.

‘’And who the hell is this Joker?’’ Taehyung turned around to look at Jeon, the tissues in his hand soiled from the spillage. He had been invited to the corporation by Min Yoongi, a dear friend who had promised him help with TaeMin Designs, an upcoming entrepreneurial, founded by his beautiful husband. It didn’t occur to him that he’d meet you, but he was pleased that he had.

You were wonderful.

If it hadn’t been for your confidence, he would have never proposed to Jimin, never left his awful family and never been as happy as he was now. He owed you his life and his prosperity.

‘’Tae…he’s my boss. I’ll talk to you later. Please. I’ll call you hmm?’’ you tried your best to nip the fight in the bud. Taehyung was cool headed but an agitated version of the man could lead to the emergence of fists and blood. You were lucky he understood your pleas, and he grunted towards Jungkook while exiting the room, the daggers leaving his eyes were filled with venom and anger.

‘’I’d like you to pay attention to your job. Not to every single man out there. Why don’t you just do as you’re told? I don’t care what you do and who you do it with when you’re out of here.’’ Jungkook straightened himself against the wall and pocketed his hands. He told himself he enjoyed watching your eyes brim, told himself that his anger was justified. But god knows how much he wanted to cradle you and whisper apologies until you were forced to believe them.

‘’Let’s keep your sluttish acts away from the office hmm?’’

It was a harsh blow, enough to cause the first tear to slip from their confines. Why did he have to behave like that?

Why did you have to love him regardless of the way he did?

~~~~~~~

‘’How long is it going to take you leave? It’s pretty simple. Take the bag to KM Constructions, drop it there and leave. What’s so hard? '' Jungkook’s anger had sky rocketed ever since the incidence in the cafeteria and he didn’t even understand why he was asking you to be a bag drop. Never once in a career spanning 6 years had he ever made a woman a part of a deal. But it seemed that you were an exception with everything.

‘’I am just leaving Sir.’’ You said, buttoning up the grey pea coat.

He noticed how inappropriately dressed you were, how feminine and vulnerable. He knew how lecherous men could be, knew it wasn’t safe. But annoyance clouded his senses and he threw the thoughts away. It was simple enough, no interactions. You’d be fine.

If only he knew.

Part 2

Part 3

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psycho-slytherin · 7 years ago

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Strangers ch. 11

When you fall ill, your cute coworker helps you. Plus, Yoongi reaches out in the only way he can.

Pairing: Yoongi x (female) Reader

Word count: 2.8k

Genre: Fluffy floof

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“Y/n! Y/n, for fuck’s sake– slow down!”

You screech to a halt, a meter from the door. The pain in your cut-up feet feels irrelevant compared to your constricted chest, and the whirling thoughts striking your vulnerable mind were jumping from conclusion to conclusion and giving you no room to breathe... your headache isn’t helping either.

He used me he used me he used me–

That was my poem–

Why didn’t he ask?

Why wouldn’t he apologize?

Why did he use me?

You turn to stare at Yoongi, and you haven’t the faintest idea why it hurts so much. To think that the lines in their new song– lines that he claimed credit for– were stolen practically word-for-word from the poem you recited for them...

It hurts and you don’t know why.

“Y/n,” Yoongi says, approaching you cautiously. “I’m sorry, I didn’t think–”

You whip around. “You didn’t think?” you hiss, stalking towards him. “When didn’t you think, Min Yoongi? When you were writing the lyrics? During recording? Through production?” you don’t know if you’re more furious or saddened. “When, in the month since you heard my oh-so-humble quatrain, did you think that maybe you should ask for permission?”

“We stopped talking,” Yoongi says. “I didn’t figure I’d see you again. I didn’t figure–”

“That I’d care?” you feel tears well up and force them to retreat; you won’t cry about Min Yoongi. Not now, not ever. “I didn’t write that poem for your fangirls, Yoongi. I wrote it for you.”

Yes, that was it: by making the lines less personal, he cheapened them, made them worthless. You were writing about your midnight rendezvous by the lamppost, and he turned them into– what, some mindless bop?

“I’m sorry, okay?” Yoongi says loudly. “What do you want me to do, name you as a producer? Scrap the whole damn thing?”

You rub your temples to quell your pounding head; it’s hurting so bad that it’s hard to see straight. In fact, the whole world is tilting sideways– or is it just you?

“Y/n!” And it’s Yoongi’s voice, but it’s muffled, as though he’s speaking underwater, and black spots cloud your vision... a lot of black spots, and–

“Unhf,” you squint at the sudden bright light, smacking your lips a few times. Your mouth feels so dry, and your feet feel like you’ve been dancing on razor blades, and your head...

“Y/n? Thank goodness you’re awake!” Lisa’s voice floats above you, and you feel a hand squeeze yours. “How are you feeling?”

“Hot. And cold.” you sneeze. “Everything hurts.”

“Can’t say I’m surprised,” she says. “You’ve got a fever, and there are some cuts on your feet that– I don’t know how this happened– got infected, and the doctor says you’re fatigued. Basically,” Lisa summarizes, “everything that could go wrong did.”

You groan, propping yourself up on your elbows. “How did you know I was hurt?”

“Some lady named Irene called me, since I’m your emergency contact,” Lisa says, holding up your phone. “She said you’d been brought to the hospital. The doctor said you’ll be good as new in a few days.”

“Ugh.” you flop back on the pillow, feeling like absolute death. And where’s Yoongi gone? Not that it matters, you remind yourself furiously. Stealing your lines without permission... better a liar than a thief, you decide with a sneeze.

The thing is, you’d be ecstatic if he’d asked. But he’d just assumed that you’d be okay with him taking credit for your personal effort, and it makes your heart ache.

A knock at the door, and it swings open to reveal Xiumin.

“Hey,” he holds up a box bearing the mark of the cafe. “I brought pastries. How are you feeling?”

You smile at your coworker’s thoughtfulness. “I’m doing okay, thanks.”

“I’m gonna talk to the doctor,” Lisa says, standing. “I called your mom, but she’s on a business trip in America–”

“Yeah, don’t worry about it. I don’t want to bother her,” you tell your friend as she leaves the room, and you’re left alone with Xiumin.

“So...” he says. “Any idea why I found a soaked dress in the corner of the storage room when I opened up the cafe this morning?”

You cough. “It’s a long story.”

“And the bloody footprints?”

“That’s an even longer story.”

Xiumin shrugs. “So long as you didn’t murder anyone. I cleaned up, don’t worry, and the manager won’t know anything.”

“Ah, you’re the best,” you rasp, accepting the muffin he hands you. When his finger brushes yours, he knits his brows.

“Your hand is so warm, y/n,” he says, and presses a palm to your forehead. “You’re burning up.”

“Don’t touch me, I might be contagious,” you warn him, sneezing again.

“Don’t worry about me,” he says before leaving the room and returning with a wet towel, using it to wipe your flushed face.

You sigh contentedly; Xiumin’s hands are gentle, and the cool cloth is refreshing against your fevered skin.

“You didn’t have to come,” you murmur, closing your eyes.

“Ah, morning shifts on the weekends are always slow without you there,” Xiumin replies cheerfully. “Besides, once Lisa told me you couldn’t make it because you were in the hospital, I figured you might need a pick-me-up.”

You take a bite into the muffin he’d given you; the familiar taste is comforting, although it does nothing to sooth your sore throat. Seriously, did everything have to go wrong? You feel like you’re a robot, and you’ve broken down.

He used me.

You wince at the thought, and your heart and mind are suddenly at odds: part of you is grateful for Xiumin’s presence, but another part wishes that it was a different man that had walked through the door. Although, of course Yoongi wouldn’t be seen here: a hospital is so public, and a celebrity of his caliber couldn’t make it through the front door without being swarmed.

That’s what made your night meetings special. There were no cameras trained on that tiny street, which was always deserted by midnight. Yoongi must’ve felt it too, right? That freedom to walk and chat freely under the stars, where the only noise came from your heart hammering in your chest– you relished in it. You had so much fun with Yoongi, even with the liar’s guilt weighing you down.

And you could tell that Yoongi also enjoyed your company. No matter how many lies you had to tell, you wanted to be there for him.

“Y/n?”

The summons frees you from your thoughts. “Hm?”

Lisa stands in the doorway, holding a small box and a card. “Someone left this for you.”

Xiumin takes Lisa’s appearance as his cue. “I’ll be off. Feel better, y/n.” he smiles warmly. “Can’t wait to see you back at the cafe.”

“Bye, Xiumin,” you reply, before a coughing fit overtakes you. When you look up again with watering eyes, the card and box are on your lap and Lisa’s smirking at you.

“So, Xiumin?”

“What about him?”

Lisa rolls her eyes. “Are you actually blind? The boy’s so into you.”

“We’re coworkers, he was just being nice,” you say.

“Uh-huh. Keep telling yourself that, girlfriend.” She motions to the box. “Gonna open it?”

You sigh, carefully opening the box and emptying its contents into your palm. A chain falls out and pools in your hand, attached to a heavy glass bead the size of quarter, painted with a familiar-looking scene. You’ve been to your fair share of museums, so of course you’d know the replicated painting anywhere: Van Gogh’s Starry Night.

Your breath catches. It’s a simple necklace, surely inexpensive, but the swirling colors and dotted stars– that light in the darkness feels so familiar.

You rip open the envelope to reveal a plain white card, upon which you see three words written in a familiar scrawl:

I’m sorry.

-Agust

“Who’s Agust?” Lisa asks, leaning over to peer at the card. “Girl, like Agust D? I was listening to Tony Montana, you know, the version with Jimin in it? Ugh, Jimin is so beautiful that I literally cannot. I think I would, like, actually give both my kidneys to meet him. Or like, any of BTS. And I wouldn’t have to meet them, just be within like, ten meters? I might actually die if I ever got that close to them. They’re just the most amazing people that have ever existed, I swear.”

Lisa sighs wistfully to conclude her monologue before turning her attention back to you. “So, who’s Agust?”

“Er– just a classmate,” you lie. Again. You adore Lisa, but she’s more of a fangirl than you’ll ever be. You’re worried that if she ever finds out you’re personal friends with Yoongi and the others, she really would have a heart attack... or twelve.

Are you and Yoongi still friends? You look at the necklace, the glass cool against your palm.

You’re not ready to forgive him yet, you decide as you fasten the thin chain around your neck. But this is certainly a good place to start.

You spend the next several days resting and recovering from your cold. The cuts on your feet heal well and soon enough you can hold an entire conversation without a single coughing fit.

But the hospital... you’re not looking forward to receiving the bill for your day and a half stay. Even with all the extra shifts you were taking, and the check for your work on the music video, you figure that you’ll be living off of cheap ramen for at least a month.

Xiumin’s been amazing, you realize as you ready yourself for your first shift at the cafe since before the music video. He’s visited every day, usually with muffins, and you’re certain that his kindness has helped you recover.

Although, you admit to yourself, you’re seeing Lisa’s point. Xiumin definitely seems interested in you. But perhaps that’s a good thing? His attention may help distract you from your completely nonexistent non-feelings for a certain rapper.

You get in just as Xiumin’s hanging up his apron. “Hi, y/n! How are you feeling?”

“Good, thanks,” you reply with a smile.

“Cool, cool.” Xiumin pauses for a second, fidgeting. “Hey, I was wondering... would you want to go out sometime? With me?”

“Sure,” you say readily. What harm was there in a date?

“What? Really?” A grin spreads across Xiumin’s face.

“Did you think I’d say no?” you tease.

“I mean... lately you’ve been acting like... and your ring...”

You roll your eyes. Has everyone in the country noticed your stupid, fake engagement ring? Why did one tiny piece of jewelry carry so much weight?

"I’m very single,” you assure him.

“Can’t say I’m not relieved,” Xiumin says. “So... are you free Saturday? I’d say that we can get coffee, but...” he waves his hands around at the cafe.

You laugh. “Saturday’s fine.”

“I’ll pick you up at three, then?”

“Sounds good.”

He leaves and you’re left alone to handle the late shift. It’s a quiet evening, and the cafe is emptier than usual by the time you close up shop.

You shiver as you make your way home. You know you really should just invest in a car, but you can’t help feeling drawn to the cool night air, the puffs of vapor escaping you with every breath. The world feels more beautiful, awash as it is in darkness.

You turn onto the street and blink a few times: your lamppost isn’t lit. Has the bulb gone out?

You pull out your phone to turn on the flashlight before sighing tiredly. You were in classes all day before rushing straight to work, and your phone is completely dead. You begin walking again, albeit much slower to avoid tripping in the total darkness.

By your estimate, you’re just nearing your lamppost when you bump into something solid. Huh? Did you miscalculate and run right into the lamppost?

No, wait. Lampposts don’t wear jackets. Or have arms, shoulders...

“Woah!” you jump backwards, cursing your own stupidity. “I’m sorry, I didn’t–”

“Hey, breathe! It’s me,” a familiar voice floats through the darkness and you feel a strong hand on your shoulder.

“Y-Yoongi?” You open your eyes wide to catch his silhouette. “Sorry, I can’t see you.”

“Yeah, that was sort of my doing,” Yoongi says quietly.

“What? Wait, you put the streetlight out?” A thousand questions are whirling about in your head, but you hold your tongue, waiting for him to speak.

“I wanted to talk to you,” Yoongi says, “and you seem more open when you can’t see me.”

“I–”

“In the car, when the divider was up,” Yoongi says quickly, as if desperate to prove his point. “And last week, in the cafe. You feel safer in the dark, don’t you?”

You open and close your mouth like a fish. “H-how...” he couldn’t be more right. Since childhood, you’ve loved dark spaces. Your mother called you catlike; Lisa said you had opposite-claustrophobia. How could you feel anything less than at home, swaddled by a natural blanket of darkness? But still... “How did you know?”

There’s a pause, and you reach out blindly to grasp his sleeve, to have some sort of physical proof that he’s really there.

“I’m the same way,” he whispers, and in the silence his words seem to echo. “I’m good at darkness. I’m good at sleep. And while I love the guys, I’m good at being alone.” you feel his sleeve rise and lower in what must be a shrug.

“I was twenty when we debuted,” he continues. “Before then I was a trainee, and I worked, and school... I never got a chance to make friends outside of a dog-eat-dog world. So, around you... I don’t know how to act, y/n, because I’m so scared of losing you.”

“Just be yourself,” you tell him, your voice near breaking. “Be Min Yoongi, the man that I–” Stop. What are you doing? The darkness is doing it again, lending you confidence.

You swallow. “The man that I... became friends with. Be him.”

Yoongi chuckles humorlessly. “Being myself... every day, that feels a bit harder. Oh!” he seizes your hands, damn near giving you a heart attack. “Did you get the necklace?”

Wordlessly you guide his hand towards you, so that he can feel the glass bead nestled against the hollow of your throat. Improper, perhaps. But it got your message across.

Yoongi sighs with relief. “Thank goodness. I screwed up. I really screwed up, and I’m beyond sorry. So, late as it may be...” he takes a deep breath, and you can hear a smile in his words. “Y/n... may I please have your permission to use and modify the quatrain you recited?”

You sigh dramatically, drawing it out for a good fifteen seconds. “I mean, I guess... You owe me though,” you add, blindly reaching for and then poking his arm.

“Well, it just so happens that since the music video is done filming, we get a few days off,” Yoongi says, grasping your hand where you poked his arm. “So I was wondering if you wanted to hang out? We can chill at the apartment, maybe watch a movie. Definitely eat snacks. I dunno which of the guys will be there, but it’ll be fun.”

He pauses, and when he speaks again the words are laden with hope. “So, what do you say?”

“Sounds fun,” you tell him, although your mind is racing. It’s not a date it’s not a date it’s not a date.

“Great. Does Saturday work for you? We’ve got a tiny bit of publicity to do in the morning, so how about three o’clock?”

“Sure.” It’s not a date it’s not a date it’s not a date.

“Good.” You hear Yoongi’s feet shuffle from side. “I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too,” you blurt out. "I’m glad you came to talk. Wait,” you cock your head, although he can’t see it. “How did you know I’d be working tonight?”

Yoongi laughs, embarrassed. “Well... I knew you’d start soon. I’ve actually been waiting here every night, these last few days.”

Your jaw drops. “Yoongi, you need sleep!”

“I could say the same to you. Hey, our ride’s here,” Yoongi announces, gesturing at the black car that pulls up out of nowhere– again.

You shake your head as you slide into the backseat. “You’re such a dork.”

“Whatever you say, y/n.”

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jiminspira · 7 years ago

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Shaking Hands With The Devil - 4

Supernatural AU

Genre: Incubi(incubus) Yoongi

Warnings: it might mention sex, but nothing further than that… for now SMUT, if you feel unconfortable with it don’t read.

Check (my bae’s) @ahgasthetic moodboard

“My sin was not specifically this or that But consisted of having shaken hands with the devil The devil held me in his clutches The enemy was behind me” Demien - Hermann Hesse

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Drabble, Part 4

MASTERLIST

You should have noticed, you know you should, started as small as an ant, but now that was out of control you could smell it in the air, you should have noticed in the moment the orders switched to “deal or kill”, in the moment you saw that vicious grin in their eyes. You know that now it is too late, you should have left when you still could, but couldn’t you? It is such a dark time, such control and fear that nobody knew, nobody was feisty enough to question their actions “they raised us”, “they know what they’re doing”, but do they?

What if they realized you was constantly shaking hands with devil, what if they knew he had you in his clutches and that you were well aware of your fall? The anxiety almost made you giggle too irrational to control your actual feelings.

Now the cooper taste was ingrained in your nose, inside your mouth taking all your body and you were scared, you wanted to run away, but how could you? There was no way out, just an old wooden door that you reached for it as if you were reaching for your dear life.

However, from all the things you witnessed that was from far the scariest, seeing him like that caught you off guard. Because now you were staring a much sallow version of Min Yoongi, bruised, tied on a chair, and fallen on the floor with a switchblade in his mouth, a version that looked as surprised as you to see him there.

“What are you doing here?” He mumbled and took you some time to understand him, the memories bringing back the taste of blood to your mouth, so you just shrugged. He asked no more, at least about that “Will you help me or just keep starring I know you fancy me but tied up?” He joked after spitting the switchblade, retrieving your thoughts back to him.

You took the sharp an exquisite object careful to avoid the rope, as he advised. Your lips twitch upwards as you sensed him relaxing under your touch; it was ridiculous how he was able to push those thoughts away with just a silly joke that always got you rolling your eyes. He was always able to distract you from all your worries, and did it frequently, was it part of the bet; distract you from all until all you see is he? You probably would never know.

“Thank you…” he sighed and instantly his skin seemed a bit colorful. “These crazy people…” He sighed to himself as you were very used to, you would always reply with a remark about his age whenever he did that, this time however you kept quiet, and that got his attention, he knew what was happening how couldn’t he, when you were exhaling all he smelled was your worries, guilt, fear and the positive rising relief.

He knew he had to keep that one rising, but he was too weak to just carry you away from that mess.

“Hey? Are you… ok?” He hesitated, and once again, you had to fight the images from that warzone, you would not even remember why you were a part of it, were you truly fine with that blood bath? Why was so hard to run away from it, but so easy to put your weapons away when it was Yoongi? The smell was deep-rooted in your nose, the smell of blood, fear and death. In addition, you with your friends were the reason, the hunters and huntress that ripped heads off just because someone sent you a single letter.

He called you once again, rescuing you from these thoughts once more, and you have never felt so grateful for him being there, since the first time you saw his devious smirk. You let out a breath you never realized was keeping, and just nodded.

“Hum… I am, but do you mind me asking what you’re doing here?”

“Well, that’s a long and intriguing story, love.”

“You’re serious?”

“No, not really, but can we just get the hell out of here before those people come back?”

“They won’t” you looked away.

“So we don’t need an exit strategy? What’s happening out there?” He questioned after hearing a unique sound, a quite painful one.

“A blood bath” You knew it was rhetorical, but nothing kept the answer from leaving your mouth.

“Ok, exit strategy it is then… That is?” He poked your arm when you never answer the question you never heard.

“What?”

“Oh fuck we are going to die, why did you came here if you…”

“Oh, so you have a plan? Last time I checked you were tied with a pocket knife in your mouth.”

“You won’t let that go, will you?” You just arched one of your eyebrows and Yoongi snorted at your cocky self. “For the record, I’ve been through worse, and if you came here five minutes after you would find me going out, I would be fucking fine but now I have to figure out a way to take you back in one piece, thank you.”

“I never said that I need help.”

“So said your trembling hands, and that face that looks like you were crying two minutes ago. I’m not letting you alone like that in this mess.” He shook his head “Follow me, and careful with that thing you have no fucking idea how much that shit hurts.” He pointed at your ‘magon’.

You rolled your eyes, it was not as you were a newbie or something like that, you just followed him anyway, and it was not the time or place to argue over some frivolities.

He walked around the place as if he owned it, very much different from your shrunken shape all you could think about was ‘what if they find me?’ it took you some time to realize that they wouldn’t since Yoongi was cloaking you, only someone with very picky eyes would notice considering all energy he was spending on you.

The sunlight blinded you for a few moments, you never realized for how long you were trapped in that place.

“How did you found a way out?” You questioned once your vision went back to normal and he stopped.

“There was a door…?” He fronted “didn’t you see?”

“There was only one door, yours” you claimed, he stared at you surprise painting his features.

“If you say so…” he answered as he typed on his phone.

“Why are you on the phone right now?” You sounded skeptical, he showed you his uber app and you almost laughed.

“I don’t know if you noticed, but I may collapse any second now, so why risk get caught once again if modernity has their benefits” for the first time you noticed his debility his hands was shaking and for the way he was fronting you realized that he probably wasn’t seeing properly, you found yourself uncomfortably concerned.

He cloaked you the reason why Amanda’s stare never stopped on you, your memories flood back and you realized that he was being true about protecting you making him week and finally about needing him. That was not the first time and you hated to be the damsel in distress, as you bit your lower lip you followed him inside the car, the heavy weight bothering you once again, he just sighed not being able to change that once again he just held your hand his thumb slowly brushing your knuckles.

The driver never said anything about Yoongi’s beaten up status, or about both your cloths being stained with blood, probably thinking it was an event or anything at all these days people were so weird.

“Stop” was all that left his lips, you just nodded unable to do anything else, he signaled for the driver to stop you watched in silence.

Once he exited the car, you followed him.

“The destination is your dorm…” He weakly breathed out, his façade finally breaking and you held him firmly, and silently steadied him until you were inside his apartment.

Last time you never even realized where you were, you wanted to look you were always curious, this time you were preoccupy with carrying him inside his room. As delicately as you could you left him on his bed.

“Thank you” he breathed out and your heart contracted a bit, his face painted with bruises and blood so was his arms.

You started to undress just to see a languid smile rising on his face; your heart’s pace quickened a slight blush gracing your cheeks over a much more nature form than his signature smirk.

“If you wanted me naked all you had to do was ask, love.”

This time you did not answer afraid that your voice would betray you if tried to talk. Yoongi watched you throw his eyelashes, worry accumulated in the frown between your eyebrows, he wished he had enough strength to press the nod until it was gone, but he could not.

His head as spinning, he could listen to your call, but he was so tired, tired as he never felt before, protecting humans is hard he finally notice and guardian angels suddenly level up in his eyes.

“Yoongi, please don’t sleep, just stay with me ok?”

“Careful love, I may think you care.”

“I care” you whispered as a single tear fell. Why were you crying? His face was always white, but now it was a sickly yellow, his bruises were a mixture of green, purple and red. You pressed the wet towel you found in the bathroom cleaning the blood from his face, arms and chest as you whispered, “Please, stay with me.”

“Shh… I’m here” he comforted you, his hand over yours. “It’s not a concussion, and I am not a human I’ll be alright, love, I just need to rest, I am okay.” He tried hard to open his eyes just to reassure you, which was not ineffective, since you finally exhale the breath you never realized you were holding in.

He fell into oblivion and you wished he could sleep peacefully never imagining that nightmares were just another part of his curse.

You recited your mantra a thousand times ‘it’s alright, he is alright’ as you took off his shoes, socks and pants, you never let yourself flush over his semi nudity you were a huntress on duty. You cleaned his wounds with the towel you periodically washed, and would stop whenever he flinched under its touch, but you only stopped when he was as clean as possible.

Once you washed the towel and hanged it, you looked for medicine and just then, you realized that he never had one, would it even work? You asked yourself. However, if there was something they never teach in your trainings was how to treat a demon less a fallen angel, so you would have to wait.

Your reflection looked disgusting, gray and red, blood that you were not able to say if was yours or theirs, more than dirty, it was as if the ground was playing with your head, your legs suddenly were shaking and the tears mingled the dirt with blood because you did not know whom you were anymore.

‘Blood looks good on you’ you remember how Mingyu played and your stomach flipped, the bile rising and bittering your mouth until you watched the toilet swallow it. ‘They are not people’, but were they not alive? Was life not sacred anymore?

Enough is enough you were not coming back.

You searched in his stuff looking for a t-shirt or anything to dress up after showering; you took one of his black oversized hoodies and let the water carry everything off your shoulders, if it was possible, once you were clean and dressed, you checked Yoongi’s condition that to your relief was better.

So this time you allowed yourself to look around, everything was in its place, all his walls were bright white with nothing on them, there was no decoration just furniture and you could not fight the thought of how sad it was, because it was numb, was this how he felt? Was too presumptuous to assume this? You would never know.

A very comfortable leather sofa in front of an enormous TV and the only thing out of place were a few books thrown here and there. You didn’t know how to act on your misjudge so you just mop around with nothing to do until you heard him scream.

“Yoongi, wake up!” You shook him trying to set him free from whichever dream he was trapped in.

“Don’t… please, Lord” he begged in his dream and that left you speechless, he never once, since you met him, ever said His name. “Don’t take ‘em” he hiccupped and screamed again.

“Please wake up, Yoongi” your words were just whispered, too frightened by his pain to speak up, all you could do was embrace him.

“Please don’t leave me,” he painfully plead. “Please.”

“I’m here” you assured him, as he slowly opened his eyes.

The two of you were now trapped in a silence that said too much, you caressed his face and he never allowed himself to wink, for the first time he felt something next to solace, in your arms.

When he searched for your lips, you never denied. This kiss was different it was not full of lust, it was not the only solution to a problem, it was him, and it was you, his hand cupped your face and you sighed against his lips.

He stopped the kiss to look at you, your eyes glistening, your red, inviting lips slightly parted; he knew that this sight would haunt him for the rest of his eternal life, that even if the flames from hell ate him up they would never be able to erase it, to erase you, nothing or no one could.

He was on top of you, his eyes asking for permission, yours screaming yes. This time he kissed you with all the pent-up fever thrumming inside him the desire and something else taking over his entire being. Heat flashed in your stomach in a blink, the sweet being replace by the feeling you tried so hard to control as he pressed you against his bare chest, you, you wanted him closer and closer, until there was nothing else than the two of you holding each other.

His tongue conquered your mouth with ease; one of his hands holding you by your hair, his other hand lifted the back of your thigh forcing you to wrap your leg around him, just so you would feel how hard he was for you.

You whimpered, from the lack of air, as he pressed you against the mattress and assaulted your moth claiming it as his, kissing and biting. When he released your mouth you gasped for air, just to have to hold your breath once again in order to keep sane while his kisses descended your jaw, and your neck, marking you his, you just knew that if he asked for your soul right now you would say that was his already.

You protested when he let go, he stood on his knees his body parting your legs, his eyes not red in lust, but dark black merging iris and pupils.

“Tell me to stop” he asked as his hands caressed your thighs, lower lip bitten in a frail attempt to control himself “Tell me to stop” he lowered his body until your foreheads were against each other and the tip of your noses brushing.

“I don’t want you to stop” you sigh-whispered against his lips and he growled, eyes burning with desire. He kissed you again and you wrapped your legs around his waist a new feeling taking over you, the need to be filled. His black hoodie rode up leaving you bare and the noise he made once he felt you wetting his clothed member was not human.

Yoongi never asked again, his hands searched for the hoodie’s bar and sighed with the view, and then you realized that he wanted you, all of you, and you would give him all. He growled when he saw your peaked nipples and once more, his kisses descended your neck until finally landing where he wanted. Your hands slid up to his hair, pulling and pressing not able to decide how close you wanted him, he groaned, with the sting of pain from your fingernails pleasuring him, sending shivers down your spine.

His kisses paved a new trail to your lower belly, his eyes flickered back to yours and you just inhale unable to do anything else “I am going to show you, just how much I desire you.”

His hands split your legs from his waist; pressing them firmly against the mattress as he parted them, you scowled missing his warm. “Let me take care of you” he sighed his lips millimeters away from where you needed him, his breath teasing and trickling, “my little virgin.”

Yoongi left open mouth kisses against your inner thighs and then sucked roughly, teeth scraping and marking the soft flesh, you moaned pleasure and pain. Unwittingly your legs tried to move him to where you wanted, but his hands were way too strong.

“Patience, love” he mumble against your skin “I only got started” and he sucked violently once again you moaned his name and you felt his smirk against your thigh. You were aching in need of something that you never had before.

“Please” you plead wanting him to touch where you needed, his smirk pressed against your skin pleased to finally have you begging for him.

He never warned his fingers suddenly parted your sex teasing you further, you grunted feeling impatient with his delay.

“Frustrated?” You nodded annoyed by his smirk “good, you finally know how I felt these past months.”

“Yoongi” you whined “just ge…” you never finished, unable to talk once his lips were hovering you intimacy, he smiled against the soft skin when he heard your moans and pleas of his name, pleasured by the way you reacted to him.

He never stopped printing eights with his tongue and you could not fight the scream that left your lips when you finally came with his digits pumping inside of you, heat blooming into your chest, hands twisting in the sheets. You gasped for air noticing that you were holding your breath when he pulled away, his fingers glided out of your heat with an obscene wet squelch.

You wanted to change that smug face of his, but you just could not filled with that sensation but actually wanting more.

“Yoongi…” you asked searching for his lips, pain written on his face when he shook his head “I want more, I need more.”

“Oh, love, I believe that was quite enough for now” you shook your head, he smiled “we can continue later, you can’t handle it now, all swollen… and tired… all because of me” he said slowly spreading kisses on your collarbone.

Frustration took over, enough to push him off of you and to craw over him, sitting on his clothed lap biting your lips trying to cover your hesitance. He showed a surprised/curious look as he felt your folds dampening his boxers.

“And just how you intend to do that, love?” One eyebrow up and a smug smile staring at you, so you just shifted your hips and grounded into him hard, and you were pleased by how fast you wiped that smile off his face. He groaned deep “you should warn before doing something like that,” he complained, but you could tell by the look in his eyes that he loved every second of it, however it was not enough for him to hand you the control.

In a quick move, he was on top a predator look printing his features, your chest would rise and fall quickly as his covered member pressed your center. You hovered your hands slowly gracing his skin until you reached the band of his briefs.

“You want them off?” He teased. You would probably roll your eyes if you did not need him so much, so you just nodded. He obliged taking them off.

Unable to stop yourself you licked your lips in anticipation as you watched him roll the condom slowly onto himself. Yoongi’s cock is hard and red, looking… painful, you thought.

“Are you sure, Y/N?” it was unusual for him to use your name so you immediately noticed how serious he was about backing of, you shyly smile amazed by his self-control.

“I am” you whispered taking his hand, guiding him to you.

Yoongi leans down to kiss you again, lining his hips flush to yours and you can’t help the groan as you feel his tip entering. Your hands fly to his shoulders as you feel him tensing over you, stopping him from withdraw. You nod your head assuring him.

For the first time you testify Min Yoongi hesitate. He bit his lip as he stared down at you a last chance for you to turn him down, he would, you know. You didn’t nod your head, you didn’t say a thing you just stared deep into his dark eyes hoping that he would understand everything.

Your lips parted in a soundless moan at his first eased his way inside you, your walls clenching around him, his hands searched for yours as he leaned down to leave a soft peck on your lips.

Yoongi waited for you to adjust around him, you opened your eyes to stare at him, his eyes were closed, his forehead against yours and clenched jaw, painfully tense, and so you shyly rolled your hips against his, a muffled stiffened moan slid so you repeated the motion.

This time he didn’t bother to keep the sound in and you would have loved the taste of control if you weren’t so busy feeling. Yoongi let go of your hand so he could stand for himself and instantly your free hand flew to his back, nails marking his fair skin red.

Yoongi growled your name as he twisted his hips too addicted to the way your back arched, or your lips parted to moan, unconsciously asking for more as you pushed back to feel him deeper.

You felt like your hips would give out not able to take the stretch, but the ache was delightful, enough for you to forget the first bit.

“How are you doing?” Yoongi asked against your ear as your leg hugged him.

“Move” you asked, eyes closed “I can take it” you whispered.

Yoongi pulled out slowly, until only the head of his dick was left.

“Then look at me” his tone didn’t left a breach to a smart remark or disobedience, so you obliged just to close them again as he thrusted into you.

He was soft at first but now he was slamming, he wanted to ruin you, so no one’s touch would ever be enough, he was imprinting himself into you branding you as his and god knows you already are. Even his sloopy thrusts were calculated he wanted you to beg for more to ask to be his and his only. So you asked more.

You wriggled your hips to entice him to give you what you wanted, it was so close you could feel that thin line.

“You are doing so well for me, Y/N.” And you felt him slide deeper his hand trailing down your abdomen, he thrusted into you as simultaneously cupping your intimacy and then squeezed.

“Come on, love, come for me”

Your eyes rolled back into your head as you came with a loud moan of his name. Your sex clamped onto his length like a vice, clenching him almost painfully as you shook beneath him. You felt it burn, it was fire consuming you whole, blinding you, your pulse so strong and fast that you almost didn’t hear his moan as he came hard in the condom.

He fell apart on top of you, embracing you. He slowly fell to his side cuddling you in the process, clumsy enough to make you laugh at least a little before sleeping in his arms.

When you woke up he was peacefully sleeping and it looked wrong to disrupt that after testifying his last attempt to sleep. You considered making breakfast but instantly something that was in the back of your mind disturbed you enough to make you run back to your apartment.

Amanda, you never thought about her. And she was waiting for you on the sofa legs crossed with her ‘magon’ in hands.

“Amanda… are you alright?” You tried to say but she didn’t let you.

“Were you with him?” She wouldn’t even blink.

“What?”

“Answer me!” She shouted startling you

“I was with Min Yoongi” you said already looking for an excuse to why you haven’t return home with her “I… well you know that I…”

“You have always been a terrible liar” she laugh humorless. “So I’ll give one chance to come clean and I’ll help you when the council have you.”

“Have me? Are you crazy?” You looked deep into her eyes and you realized that just like them she was infected by the same vicious virus the other hunters and huntress were, because as you looked at her eyes you saw there, nothing, she wasn’t your Amanda, she was just like them.

“You shall be judge for laying with a devil.”

“I shall not! I decided to get out of this colt you implanted in the huntress, I refuse to kill innocent…”

“Innocent? Are you crazy? We hunt demons, Y/N, you must’ve forgotten since you have been sleeping with one for so long!” She cornered you and you closed your eyes ready for her to use the weapon on you she flinched back realizing that you were actually afraid of her.

“Don’t act like every single demon is out there trying to burn up the world, we know we can’t expect the opposite from angels. So if you want to go around killing every single one be my guest, but don’t expect me to go and help you.

“Haven’t you seen what is happening? Was I the only one that realized that this is wrong? Since when the council judge someone that slept with a demon? Are these our priorities now?”

“Since the right ones assumed. You were protecting the enemy, huntress, laying with it, now you shall be judged. Take her” she said with cold composure, but you saw in her eyes she wanted to hesitate as they held your arms.

A/N: I’m sorry It took so long, but I’m happy with it and the last chapter it’s almost over, I’m not sorry for the cliffhanger

#min yoongi #yoongi #bts smut #min yoongi smut #min yoongi scenarios #yoongi smut #yoongi scenarios #lrab writing #SUPERNATURAL AU #bts #bangtan #bts scenarios #bangtan smut #bangtan scenarios

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welovekpopscenarios · 7 years ago

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The Agust D Costume (Dad!Yoongi x Reader)

Admin: Mimi

Prompt/Ask: can i request some min yoongi fluff maybe something with him being your husband and father of your kids

Fandom: BTS

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Warnings: None! I think lmao

Word Count: 2214

A/N: Fun fact: my mother’s nickname for me is Minnie too lol. Anyway, I’m a soft binch for Yoongi, especially Yoongi as a dad, so I loved doing this (even if I’m not too happy about it, but I never am with my fics lmao). Regardless, I’m so sorry for the wait as always, and I hope you don’t mind that I changed the prompt around to fit with Halloween! Happy reading!

Yoongi can recall the day you told him you were pregnant as if it happened yesterday; the fear that spiked through him when he thought of how soon it was for him to have a child, the shame of allowing it to happen, and even the refusal to admit that you were pregnant.

He felt much like a child himself in that moment, not ready to face another stage of adulthood just yet, but he had to suck it up for you and be a father. And in the blink of an eye you were in labour, and after a gruelling 11 hours Yoongi was holding the most beautiful baby girl in his arms with the gummiest grin he’s ever produced in his life. His fear, still lying beneath the surface, was now mixed with love and excitement – his very own flesh and blood sleeping soundly in his arms as he was now faced with the task of protecting her with his life.

Little Soomin, with a head of dark hair and equally as dark eyes, was the very reincarnation of Yoongi. A sleepy, quiet child, she only complained when there was a distinct lack of food in her tummy and when the world was too loud for her delicate ears, keeping an adorable pout much like her fathers on her face at all times.

Truthfully, she made the horrors of being a first time parent much easier for Yoongi, and he flew threw 4 years like a breeze, making memories left, right and centre with the one girl who owned his heart just as much as you did.

And when Soomin told him she wanted to dress up like her daddy for Halloween, he was charmed like a snake, and thought it would be the simplest thing to do. After all, he was Agust D, he knows what he wears. Not hard, right?

Unfortunately, for him, Soomin was just too picky.

“No, Daddy! Not that one!” she whined, huffing exaggeratedly and crossing her short arms, brows furrowed into a cute scowl. Yoongi sighed for the umpteenth time that day, placing the small grey hoodie back onto the rack monotonously, like he’s done the other 500 times. The workers in the clothing shop gave him looks of pity as they passed by, laughing in amusement at the father and daughter’s antics. He reckons he’s been stuck in the kids section of the shop for around an hour trying to help with choosing the right clothes to make her into a mini Agust D. Problem was she hated everything that made her look exactly like Agust D.

“Minnie, please,” he begged, fingers making their way towards his face and pinching the bridge of his nose in agitation. The bright colours of the children’s section were an eyesore, and his head was beginning to throb painfully in what he predicted would be the migraine of the century. “You wanted to be daddy for Halloween, this is what daddy wears,” he articulated, but the child was having none of it.

“No, that looks ugly,” she pouted, stomping her little foot, and Yoongi watched as the sketchers lit up in an array of flashing colours while he sighed quietly through his nose.

Again.

“Are you calling me ugly?” he asked simply, his mind failing to think up anything smarter, and instead smiled slightly at his daughter while he awaited her answer and tried to diminish the boiling in his blood from having to be in this section for so long.

Except if he was hoping for something as sweet as sugar, he wasn’t going to get it.

She is his daughter, after all.

“Yeah,” she said matter-of-factly, and he went slack jawed at her blunt response. Her dark eyes searched the racks of clothing, scanning over each and every piece she saw while her father stood dumbly by her side, mouth opening and closing in shock. He shook his head after a beat, scowling and mumbling incoherently under his breath.

Taking the opportunity while she was distracted, he slipped his sleek phone out from the front pocket of his ripped jeans and opened up his contacts, searching for your name as if it were second nature. After three rings you answered, the faint sound of rustling in the background reaching Yoongi’s ears.

“Yello,” you mumbled over the lollipop in your mouth, and Yoongi rolled his eyes. He knew you’d steal something.

“The sweets are supposed to be kept for the kids, you know,” he droned, and you made a scoffing sound in return, the lollipop leaving your mouth as you smacked your lips.

“Hello to you too,” you said sarcastically. “And I’m an adult, I can do whatever I want. I can just buy more,” you explained, and Yoongi sighed once more at your childishness. Why were the women in his life so troublesome? What did he do to deserve this?

Ignoring your comment, Yoongi ploughed straight ahead with the one thing he wanted to say since you answered your phone.

“Help.”

You laughed loudly, your cackles echoing through the receiver and straight through Yoongi’s brain, his irritation spiking even further when you unexpectedly called over Hoseok to the phone.

“What’s he doing there?” Yoongi asked, jealousy spiking through him. The two of you were probably going to eat all the sweets! He wouldn’t even get to have any. He silently prays neither of you found his hidden stash underneath the kitchen sink.

“He’s helping me cook dinner, I couldn’t cook for nine all by myself. You’re on loud speaker, say hi!” He heard Hoseok’s boisterous greeting through the phone, so loud, that he had to place the phone some distance away from his face to protect his eardrums.

“Go away, Hobi,” he drawled, and smirked when Hoseok began to whine like a baby missing its toy. “Anyway, as I was saying, I need help.”

“Yoongi, babe, it’s not that hard,” you laughed, Hoseok following suit as you revelled in Yoongi’s misery. “You’re Agust D, I would think you would know what you wear,” you remarked, slurping the lollipop obnoxiously.

“Funny,” Yoongi deadpanned, eyes trained on his daughter as she looked through the shelves lined with shoes. “Would be pretty easy if she didn’t hate every single thing I showed her.”

“I find that hard to believe,” Hoseok commented. “She always likes the things I get her. She never has any problem then.” Yoongi bit his lip from saying something rude about how smug Hoseok sounded right now, but you, ever his font of love and support, saved him.

“That’s because she’s as cute as a button around her uncles and strangers. She doesn’t want to seem anything less than saintly. But around us, that’s a different story altogether. Around us, she’s more comfortable, so she can be as assertive as she wants. Isn’t that right, Yoongs?”

“Yeah,” he agreed, giving a laugh of disbelief. “She called me ugly.”

There was a beat of silence before Yoongi had to tear his phone away again from his ears, some workers in the store even turning their heads at the loud crackling sound emitting from his device. You and Hoseok laughed loudly for around a minute straight until it died down to stupid giggles, his face etched into a scowl as he awaited a chance to speak.

“Oh, oh my god,” you breathed, snickers overcoming you once more while Hoseok simply guffawed and clapped like a seal beside you. “That is the best thing I heard all year. I love her, my offspring is so perfect, she’s amazing. Thank you Yoongi for helping me create her. Fantastic, 10/10,” you babbled, Yoongi tutting into the receiver.

“Any time,” he replied cheekily, and vaguely heard Hoseok squawking about preserving his innocence. “But seriously, help me. Everything that looks even remotely Agust D, she hates it, and doesn’t want to wear it. Says it ‘isn’t right’, or something. I don’t know what to do,” he mutters dismally, heaving a sigh that lifted his shoulders.

“Did you try asking if she wanted to be something else for Halloween?” Hoseok suggested, and Yoongi made a noise of agreement.

“Yeah, but she’s dead set on being Agust D. That idea went completely over her head. Halloween will be ruined if she’s not dressed as daddy, apparently,” he reiterated, feeling weary and exhausted. He just wanted to go home and eat his candy.

You hummed and went quiet while Hoseok listed off different suggestions distractedly, but Yoongi knew you well enough to know you were thinking this through carefully. Your intelligence and thoughtfulness were one of the things he love most about you, after all. You spoke up after a moment of contemplation.

“Let her.”

“What?” both Yoongi and Hoseok asked simultaneously, and you laughed lightly, clearing your throat.

“Let her pick the clothes she wants. Let her create her own version of Agust D. She wants to be you, but let her create her own identity. A mini Agust D prototype. I’m surprised you didn’t think of this early, Yoongs,” you chided gently, and Yoongi felt a wave of shame wash over him. Why didn’t he think of this earlier? He nodded, quickly adding ‘yeah, I guess’ when he remembered you couldn’t see him. “Hmm. Now, hurry up and get her costume sorted, I want both my babies back home in time for dinner? Capiche?”

His face flushed at the pet name, knowing Hoseok most likely heard it, but he confirmed that he will return home to you soon, now that he knows what to do.

“I love you!”

“Shut up, Hobi.”

Hanging up quickly and placing the phone back into his pocket, he headed towards where Soomin was standing, browsing through the vast selection of jeans on the racks. He patted her head softly, and she gazed up at him with wide eyes.

“See anything you like?” he asked, and she grinned a big, near toothless smile, pointing towards a pair of baggy jeans with little dark patchwork designs in the holes on them. Right, not bad. He could work with that. He flashed her his own gummy smile, and took a pair in her size. “Nice choice, Minnie,” he complimented, and watched as she glowed underneath her father’s praise, his own heart swelling with happiness at the sight of her.

“Alright, what next? What else do you think Agust D wears?”

Her chubby fingers grabbed his slender ones and tugged him towards the jackets, picking up a purple hoodie with silver sparkles running through it, the light bouncing against it in every direction. At least it was a hoodie, he thinks, as he takes it from her and asks what’s the next item of clothing she requires.

She all but threw a tiny pair of silver converse in his face, small voice emitting a ‘sorry Daddy!’ before she was running off towards the hats and picking up a black bucket hat. Yoongi was dumbfounded at that; he expected her to pick up just a regular baseball cap. “Nice choice,” he said, slightly impressed at her taste in hats, and she merely gave a smug smirk too similar to his own in response, causing him to shake his head. Honestly, why couldn’t she have gotten more of your traits, other than the annoying ones?

Heading to the cash register, he listened to his daughter’s excited ramblings about Halloween and her outfit, placing the items on the countertop as he lifted her up into his arms. The woman behind the register rose an eyebrow at the choice of clothing, an uneasy smile on her face as she looked up at him, but he simply gave her a cold look, one that had her cowering and ducking her head, scanning the clothing as fast as she could. If his baby wanted to wear those clothes, she could. No two ways about it. Paying the total that the clothes came to, he grabbed the bag and walked out of the shop, Soomin’s arms linking around his neck as she rested her head on his shoulder.

“Will I make a good Agust D?” she questioned, and Yoongi chuckled lowly, squeezing her close to him as he walked.

“You’re going to be the best Agust D,” he stated, tone soft as cotton, a tone only reserved for his girls. “Even better than the man himself.”

She nodded her head slightly, clutching him even tighter than before and feeling pleased at his words, hiding her smile in his neck, but Yoongi wasn’t fooled. He could feel the Cheshire grin against his skin.

“Daddy, can we get some hot chocolate please?” she asked quietly, and Yoongi knew resisting her was futile at this point. So, he nodded, heading towards the closest coffee shop with her as she planted a soft kiss upon his cheek, and Yoongi smiled stupidly. He couldn’t resist her any better than he could resist you.

Maybe that’s what she picked up from you.

“After we have dinner later with all your uncles, I hid some candy for us to eat later, just the two of us. Sound good?” he asked, pushing open the glass café doors with one hand as he balanced his child in the other.

“Oh, Mommy and I already ate those, Daddy.”

“Wait, what?!”

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hi ivory. I know you said you didn't want any more messages like this, but I really wanted to offer a possible solution to this "naming the oc's debacle", so that in the end everyone can be happy. what if you wrote your stories as normal but when posting them, you upload one with the female characters named and one still using y/n? that way you can still do what you want, and followers can just decide which they'd like to read. I'm sorry if this message upsets you, I just wanted to try to help

Thank you for the suggestion!! This is similar to what I will most likely be doing. There will definitely be some stories that I will be posting on this blog as named reader-inserts only. But as I have said a few times now, I am not completely converting to writing stories that have named reader-inserts, I am just gradually easing them into a few of my future stories. I will still be writing normal reader-inserts.

For example, these are my brand new upcoming stories. The ones labelled ‘not named’ will be posted to this blog as the usual reader-insert that I write now, and the ones labelled ‘named’ will be posted as a named reader-insert:

Gateway to Gehenna (Demon & Witch AU | Kim Taehyung): Named.

Room for Two (Unexpected Housemates AU | Kim Seokjin): Not named.

The Heart’s Variable (Hacker AU | Kim Taehyung): Not named.

The Orange Girl (Mafia AU | Min Yoongi): Named.

The naming itself is determined by the length of the story, its genre, how often the name is mentioned, and how important the name is in the world of the story. A name holds power, hence why both Gateway to Gehenna and The Orange Girl will have named reader-inserts, since the names of the main female characters are highly important and often mentioned in both.

In regards to my already posted reader-insert stories (such as The Devil Skates on Thin Ice and An Oath for Sinners), I will only be editing them into named versions on Wattpad, and possibly Archive of our Own. The same will occur to any future reader-insert stories, such as Room for Two and The Heart’s Variable, that I post on both of those sites. For your interest, I have already done so for Extra Cheese, Please! on Wattpad.

#blabvory

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BTS FF Reads for July...

Greetings Readers!!!

Sorry this is a few days late—I like to post my reviews during the first week of each month—but it’s summer and I’ve been spending time with friends and family...while enjoying the sun and beautiful weather!

So, without further delay...here’s my BTS FanFiction recommended reading list for July!!!

Summertime was made for reading and these are some fantastically amazing stories I’ve had the pleasure to read—and, of course, cheerzzz to all these talented writers...and Thank You for sharing your beautiful works of art with the fandom!

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01) Title: Pull Me Closer

Ship: Yoonmin

Author: by Willow_Odessa2333

Link: http://download.archiveofourown.org/works/11002941

Summary: College!AU where Jimin can’t sleep without listening to a *certain someone’s* channel, and then hears someone in the library that sounds JUST like him, but brushes it off until..... Or in which Jimin meets Yoongi, the voice behind the anonymous live stream host he kind of fell in love with.

My Review: I’m starting you out with a sugary delight that’s so sweet it’ll give you cavities—so remember to brush after reading, lol! But seriously, this is Yoonmin at their most romantic—full of fluff and feels galore—and it’s sure to bring a smile to your face...so, enjoy!

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02) Title: Butterfingers

Ship: Yoonmin

Author: by ohdizzy

Link: http://download.archiveofourown.org/works/7848391

Summary: Jimin's life is no fairytale. But if it was, it'd go something like this. (Or: the AU in which Jimin is cursed to drop whatever he’s holding every time he sees the person he loves)

My Review: Here’s another Yoonmin gem where Jimin’s lost his creative edge and has a painting project due. Taehyung decides he needs a muse—enter barista Min Yoongi, covered in tattoos. The plot is pure love, the twist is Jimin’s cursed by the gods to drop things around the person he loves because he hates love and the friends to lovers ending is predictably cliché but beautifully done!

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03) Title: Come First

Ship: Yoonjin

Author: by jinified

Link: http://download.archiveofourown.org/works/10155545

Summary: “You could go in there, you know.” Hoseok suggests offhandedly. “No,” Seokjin says immediately with a dismissive shake of his head, “he told me to never interrupt him when he’s in there.”

“Bullshit.”

“I’m serious! We have an established boundary zone because—”

“Please don’t.”

“—we’re roommates.”

or: Yoongi has been in the studio too long and Seokjin tries to persuade him to leave. It doesn't go quite according to plan.

My Review: This shorty is pure Yoonjin smut and fun while the simplistic plot only adds to the air of humor and believability—I can actually see this happening...oh yes!

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04) Title: Dahlia

Ship: Yoonseok | Sope

Author: by signifying_nothing

Link: http://download.archiveofourown.org/works/8726908

Summary: witchchild jeongguk accidentally summons a pair of demons

My Review: I find the summary on this fic a little misleading because it’s actually quite a soulful piece of work. There’s a lot of meat to this one so don’t be surprised by the plot depth and fully developed characters. Make sure you’re heart, mind and soul are open when you read this one because there’s a fuckton of good questions that are sparked by this basic angel-demon theme. I loved this story a lot and those of you who like to read unusual story lines will too!!!

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05) Title: Daily Smoothies

Ship: Taekook | Vkook

Author: by Missmozzie

Link: http://download.archiveofourown.org/works/8291000

Summary: Taehyung likes smoothies, and so does Jeongguk.

My Review: I love awkward Taekook and this is a really cute college au with an added Yoonmin flare...enjoy!

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06) Title: Eternal

Ship: Jikook

Author: by staycute1234

Link: http://download.archiveofourown.org/works/6228838

Summary: Jungkook has been chasing Jimin for centuries.

My Review: This story spans a few hundred centuries following the vampire, Jungkook, as he waits for his soulmate, Jimin, to be continually reborn so they can be together for another human lifetime. There is blood and smut in this story but it’s sensual and not gore—however, if you’re the squeamish sort you might want to refrain from reading this one. For all you vamp-lovers, this is a fabulous story and a great read!

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07) Title: Finally

Ship: Vmin

Author: by rosiex

Link: http://download.archiveofourown.org/works/10577745

Summary: In which Jimin and Taehyung finally share their first kiss.

My Review: I adore this story—it’s quick but thorough! We follow Jimin’s thought process surrounding his first kiss with Taehyung...which is also his first time kissing a boy. Jimin’s mental dialog is genuine and detailed as he leads the reader through the physical and mental aspects that change his relationship status of his best friend from friend to lover. This is a great little story with a big emotional footprint!

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08) Title: Homefront

Ship: Namji | Minjoon

Author: by ACatWhoWrites

Link: http://download.archiveofourown.org/works/7998787

Summary: There were times Jimin felt a lot and didn't feel at all. Times before he was a dad that he'd rather never forget and times he'd rather never think of again. Times when he was alone and choking on ash and slipping in mud made of blood and exposed dirt. Times before dancing with his daughter to animated guitar music and planning dates to pick flowers in the park.

My Review: I don’t normally read fictions that portray BTS members are parents (not my thing) but this one grabbed my heart. This is a multi-layered piece that surrounds a soldier (Jimin) who’s past and military obligations overlap with his life as a single father. I love the underlying theme of finding love when and where you least expect it...because it reminds the reader there’s always hope!

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09) Title: Insanity (in G minor)

Ship: Yoonmin

Author: by neatospiffy

Link: http://download.archiveofourown.org/works/9575978

Summary: Yoongi is a pianist who runs a music shop in a small town. Jimin is his unlikely studentroommate? the music!au that nobody asked for tbqh heavily inspired by Yoongi's First Love, the piano version of Butterfly, and several Yoonmin fics I've read in the past.

My Review: I have a hard time reading plots about or with child abuse—however, since it was implied, not graphically depicted, I got through it fine. Most of the fiction revolves around how Jimin comes to live with his piano instructor and how their bond forms over a love of music...eventually, they fall into a romantic relationship. This is a very touching Yoonmin story that deserves your attention and will reward you with a happy heart in the end!

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10) Title: Meet The Parents

Ship: Yoonjin

Author: by rosiex

Link: http://download.archiveofourown.org/works/7851541

Summary: Yoongi predicts that meeting Seokjin's parents will be a disaster. He was right.

My Review: An honest and cringe-worthy account of meeting your partner’s parents and knowing they instantly hate you. I found this story both funny and sad as I suffered through second-hand embarrassment and dreaded the ride home and ensuing fight that had the potential to rip them apart, but doesn’t—with an ending that’s pure Yoongi...at least in my mind.

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11) Title: Never Judge a Book by its Cover

Ship: Jikook

Author: by whenIseeUsmile

Link: http://download.archiveofourown.org/works/9841067

Summary: Thanks to Jungkook's idiot best friend, he drowned the books he borrowed from the library. Now, he has to work there to work off his debt. He doesn't really like the job but that one boy that always has his nose buried in his books makes his days much better. Or in which Jungkook meets bookworm Jimin and falls harder than he thought he would.

My Review: This story is fabulous! It has a generous amount of fluff and feels along with a well-structured plot that flows easily, making it a great read—and it doesn’t hurt to that there’s a healthy dose of side Taegi either...can I get an Hell Yeah!

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12) Title: Passengers

Ship: Yoonmin

Author: by unclassified_senpai

Link: http://download.archiveofourown.org/works/9180250

Summary: The spacecraft Starship Avalon is traveling to a distant colony planet, Homestead II, a journey that will take 120 years to complete. The colonists and the entire crew are in Hibernation Pods, but a malfunction awakens one passenger, mechanical engineer Min Yoongi, 90 years too soon. A YoonMin PassengersAU.

My Review: You all know I’m Yoonmin trash (she said proudly) and this is Yoonmin in epic proportion! This is a must read!!! And, if you’re a stalker (like me) you can go read the comments I made throughout the story however, here’s a section of my last comment...

“Seriously, you did a spectacular job on this story and the research you put into it (behind-the-scenes) shows immensely! I love Yoonmin but in this setting...I don't know, there was just something so beautifully quiet and peaceful about the Yoonmin ship that I haven't found in any of my other reading travels. The characters were so truthful and exactly how I see them in my own mind, including all their pain and insecurities--somehow you managed to keep this same quiet echo through the entire series...which is a feat in and of itself. And Namjoon killed me--every chapter watching his body fade and fail was done with honest and painful simplicity...I cried more for Joonie than I did when Yoonmin separated after their misunderstanding.”

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13) Title: The 8 by 8 Rule

Ship: Taekook | Vkook

Author: by Rix

Link: http://download.archiveofourown.org/works/7344526

Summary: Jungkook drinks a lot of water. Taehyung's into it.

My Review: This is another story that won’t be to everyone’s liking so READ the TAGS! I laughed and blushed my way through this one because Rix’s sex scenes are off the MF hook! I enjoyed reading this one—but again, I love me some bottom Jungkookie so yeah...don’t read this one in church, lmfao!

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14) Title: sidereal

Ship: Vmin

Author: by darling

Link: http://download.archiveofourown.org/works/8029858

Summary: Here we observe the Earth and the Sun in their natural habitat: each other.

My Review: This story is another with the theme of domestic abuse—it’s heart-wrenching and bittersweet—with a happy ending but I caution you all to READ the TAGS for triggers! Darling is one of my favorite authors because of the unique perspective, style and voice...so I highly encourage you to read this or any other piece by this fantastic writer!

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15) Title: you have 1 new message

Ship: Namjin

Author: by bazooka

Link: http://download.archiveofourown.org/works/7481172

Summary:

r u n c h r a n d a.

fuck, this is going to sound like the weirdest shit. okay look i used ur selcas to catfish and this older dude is gonna buy me stuff but i have to send him a selca with a peace sign

~ * ~ pingkeu jin ~ * ~

hahahahahahaha wtf

My Review: This is a long one however, don’t be afraid—it’s written in a texting format so it’s a very fast-paced read. It’s Namjin centric with the other members contributing here and there but the plot spirals into a suspenseful thriller and has a great ending...that’s sure to put a dimple in your smile! ;)

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16) Title: Figuring It Out as We Go

Ship: Jikook

Author: by peppermint_wind

Link: http://download.archiveofourown.org/works/6078801

Summary: Jungkook never thought this would happen to him; eighteen years old and questioning everything he used to know. Staying up late watching gay music videos with wide-eyes, phone tucked to his chest, probably isn't helping him much, either, but what is he supposed to do when he realizes seeing two men together makes his whole body ache?

**Based off of Jungkook covering Troye Sivan's, "Fools."

"Jimin’s breathing begins to even, and Jungkook watches his chest rise and fall, steady and slow, like how waves wash up on Busan beaches."

My Review: A very sweet coming about Jungkook discovering and accepting that he’s gay and has feelings for Jimin. The feels in this story are deep and intense—it’ll make your heart beat faster, ngl!

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17) Title: breathing underwater

Ship: Taekook | Vkook

Author: by parallels

Link: http://download.archiveofourown.org/works/3604374

Summary: Taehyung meets Jungkook on an impromptu summer road trip to Busan.

My Review: This is an odd little gem that I really love—it’s very poetic and beautiful. I will mention that Taehyung almost drowns and Jungkook saves him so if this is a trigger for you please be careful as drowning is described with great feeling.

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18) Title: describe your ideal type here

Ship: Sugakookie

Author: by fruitily

Link: http://download.archiveofourown.org/works/11229873

Summary: he means well. this is what jungkook tells himself when taehyung shoves a sheet of paper in his face at eight in the morning when he’s mechanically shoveling cereal into his mouth at the kitchen table in sort of a dissociative state. TAEHYUNG’S MATCHMAKING SERVICES, it reads at the top in taehyung’s glaring handwriting. jungkook doesn’t even want to read the rest of it. or: taehyung makes a business out of matchmaking. yoongi smiles at jungkook at a coffee shop and it's really a downwards spiral from there on. both jungkook and yoongi probably need new roommates.

My Review: This story is wonderful! Sugakookie done well is always a good time but honestly, I absolutely loved Vmin in this one. The fact that you never know for sure if Vmin is a couple through the entire story is delightful and fun! Definitely read this one!!!

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19) Title: Good Job (with a G and a J)

Ship: Namseok

Author: by taetaetiger (sexyvanillatiger)

Link: http://download.archiveofourown.org/works/8045644

Summary: “Good, Hoseok," Namjoon says. "That’s exactly right. Very good.” Oh. Oh, Hoseok thinks. Oh, he feels crawling down his spine. Oh, he sits higher in his seat. Oh, he tightens his legs together and feels a rush through his stomach, through the insides of his thighs, through his groin. Oh.

My Review: A college au story with brilliant Namjoon tutoring Hoseok at Seokjin’s request. This story is cute, funny and all-around a good read so add it to your summer reading list!

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20) Title: when the lights go out (run away with me)

Ship: Sugamon

Author: by JemKay

Link: http://download.archiveofourown.org/works/5690152

Summary: Yoongi’s soft when he’s tipsy, softer when he’s cold, and softest when Namjoon says “I

love you.”

My Review: God this story is “Chick-flick-central” and so worth your time an effort—Namjoon is precious and Yoongi is his spitfire-self that melts in Joonie’s hands—this is a beautiful love story...so check it out!

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Alright, that wraps up my listing for July—it’s a long one because it’s summer and most of you have extra free time on your hands...I know I do!!! So, hope these keep a smile on your face during daylight hours by the pool, lake or beach!

As always, let me know if you’ve fallen in love with a certain story and send me the link so I can check it out!!!

Happy Reading and see you all next month!

^___^ PJ

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