#THEY LURE YOU IN WITH A MEET CUTE AND THEN HIT YOU REPEATEDLY WITH A FRYING PAN!!!!!!!

[letmetellyouaboutmyfeels]

YOU ALL LIED TO ME YOU SAID THIS WAS A FUN LITTLE REGENCY SHOW I'M SOBBING.

[taetaespeaches]

“Quick question… what are you doing in the closet?”

yoongi x reader (oc) genre: fluff word count: 3.1K

a/n: Hi lovelies!! This fic takes place pretty early on in Yoongi and Kid/reader’s relationship. They’re very much together but Kid has yet to spend much time with Min Holly (at least alone). And basically, that’s what this fic is- Yoongi leaves Min Holly with Kid for the night and when a storm hits, Yoongi comes back to the apartment to find Kid and Min Holly being very cute. I hope you all enjoy and thanks for reading! :)) 

“Are you sure you’re good?” Your boyfriend asked you for the third time in a matter of minutes, his eyes traveling to the small dog exploring your apartment.

Widening your eyes at him, you cocked your head. “Why are you so worried, do you really not trust me with him?”

Sighing, the man held back the grin threatening to form on his lips.

“Don’t laugh right now,” you pointed warningly at him, your empty threat causing him to break, the gummy smile appearing in front of your eyes. “Yoongi,” you whined, dragging his name out as you lightly smacked his chest.

“Of course I trust you,” he chuckled, stepping forward once so he could wrap an arm around your waist, tugging you to him. Pouting at him, accompanied by a glare, Yoongi giggled. “I was just teasing you, Kid,” he admitted, pushing his lips to yours gently, you stubbornly not responding. “Min Holly is in the best hands with you.”

“Damn straight he is,” you bragged, Yoongi scoffing as he planted a kiss to your cheek.

Yoongi’s brother was on vacation, leaving Min Holly purely in Yoongi’s custody for the next week. However, the first day of his brother’s vacation just happened to be on the day of a BTS video shoot that would keep Yoongi busy well into the night. That’s where you came in; dog sitter of the year.

“What time do you think you’ll be done?” You asked, Yoongi humming in thought.

“Probably early morning. Two or three a.m., maybe later,” he told you, you gasping in mostly feigned surprise. Your relationship with the man was still rather new, but you did understand his work caused him to have some pretty late, sleepless nights.  

“That’s so late, you’ll be so sleepy,” you cooed through a pout.

“I’ll be ok,” he chuckled, kissing your forehead, his lips lingering on your skin for a moment as you leaned into his touch. “Thank you for helping me out,” he whispered against your brow, his breath fanning across the top of your face. “I just feel bad leaving him alone overnight,” he smiled, your lips following suit in response to the adorable admission.

“It’s no problem, of course I’m happy to watch him,” you assured Yoongi, tilting your head back to look up at him. “You honey boy,” you teased, Yoongi letting out a breathy chuckle.

“I gotta get going, I’ll text you updates,” he assured you as he took a step back, scanning the apartment’s living room in search of the dog. “Where-” he began to ask where the dog went when Holly popped his head up from the sofa, catching both of yours and Yoongi’s gazes. “Oh sure, make yourself right at home,” he chuckled at the dog.

“He’s so cute, I’m gonna love this,” you told Yoongi, looking at him with bright eyes. “Good luck at your shoot, Min,” you began shooing him out of the apartment, Yoongi backing up as you gently shoved against his frame.

“Are you kicking me out?” He teased, his eyes wide, his face full of pretend offense.

“I have plans,” you directed a head nod toward the dog.

Chuckling in amusement at you, his shoulders shaking slightly, Yoongi turned toward the door and began walking across the room, you following just behind him. When he reached the exit, he quickly turned around, his hands finding your face instantly as he pulled your lips to his greedily. Your hands grasped at his forearms as you kissed him back with just as much fervor, humming contently into the meeting.

Pulling his face from yours, you slowly opened your eyes, watching as Yoongi’s eyes fluttered open shortly after. “Don’t miss me too much,” you teased the man playfully, that adorable gummy grin overtaking his features, his cheeks soft and kissable. Had you more time with him, you would have kissed them repeatedly until he whined for you to stop as the fluffy cheeks warmed in a pink shade. But that would have to wait for his return, as he was nearly running late.

“Bye Kid,” he said simply, you smiling as he turned to leave.

“Go be hot on camera,” you shouted out after him, a scoff meeting your ears, though those shoulders shook adorably as the door shut behind him.

Smiling at the front door, you sighed in content. Turning to face the dog who was staring at you intently, you shrugged. “I think we’re alone now,” you sing-songed to the dog, making him cock his head at you. As you made your way back across the room to the dog, excitement in your steps, you beamed at Min Holly. “Are you ready for our slumber party?” You cooed, scratching his little face as soon as you reached him. “Slumber party time?” You continued talking to the dog as he licked your nose affectionately.

You never were one to check the forecast often, so when the loud crash of thunder sounded outside, waking you from your sleep, you were as shocked as the poor little dog curled up against your side.

Lethargic, your eyes and voice still full of slumber, you reached for the dog and tugged him even closer. “Oh, Holly,” you pouted, looking outside your window to see rain streaking across it as it beat down against the pavement below. “That’s not going to be good for filming,” you mumbled aloud, thinking of your boyfriend and his fellow members.

With another loud rumble outside, the dog whimpered, scurrying off the bed in search of a place of solace. “Aw bubs,” you frowned, sitting up and crawling off the bed to collect him. However, as you approached the dog, he scampered off across the room, heading straight through the open closet door. “Do you want to hide in there?” You asked him, cocking your head at him as Holly stared at you from inside the closet. “Do you feel safe in there?” You asked him, watching as the dog slowly lowered into a laying position.

Spotting one of Yoongi’s hoodies hanging on the hook on the back of the closet door, you quickly made your way across the room and grabbed it, crouching down to situate the clothing around the small dog. “There, that should make you feel safer too,” you pouted, petting the top of Holly’s head gently. Moving your hand to scratch under his chin, however, he put the weight of his head in your palm, a small smile forming on your lips.

“Are you going to let me go back to the bed?” You asked in amusement. “Or am I going to have to join you in here?” You wondered, the dog staring at you with the most adorable sad eyes you’d ever seen. Sighing, you scooped him up in your arms before crawling on your knees to sit inside the closet. Planting yourself on your butt and leaning back against the wall, you crossed your legs before placing the hoodie over your lap, then setting Holly down atop it.

It didn’t take long for the dog to get comfortable, his head squished against your hip as he was lured back to sleep by the sound of the rain outside the apartment. And well, you must have followed him into slumber shortly after, because the next thing you knew, you were being awoken by a gentle sensation against the side of your face and a hushed whisper near your ear.

“Kid,” you heard the voice call out to you softly. Peeling your eyes open reluctantly, you squinted at the man kneeling beside you, his gummy grin being the first sight that entered your awakened consciousness.

“Honey boy,” you yawned, Yoongi chuckling softly at you. Reaching out to him, you brushed his hair off his forehead only to find that the strands were cold and wet. “Your hair is soaked,” you noted, Yoongi nodding as he smiled.

“It’s raining,” he pointed out, you frowning at him.

“That’s right,” you remembered, looking down at the dog in your lap who was awake, but unmoving as he refused to lose his comfort, and probably still too scared to leave the confines of the closet. “You need to change your clothes,” you told Yoongi. “But you can’t have your hoodie because Holly’s using it,” you pointed out, Yoongi scoffing in amusement at you.

“Well good thing your clothes are conveniently located right here,” he nodded to the clothing hanging, simultaneously shooting you an incredulous expression as he drew attention to the fact that he came to your apartment to find you sleeping in his closet, propped up against the wall.

“What’s with the face?” You asked him in response to his expression, playing with him, turning it into a game.

“What the hell are-”

“How was the shoot?” You interrupted, though nonchalantly, purposely not addressing the elephant in the room- or more like the human in the closet.

“It was good,” he nodded a few times, “you know, until the rain hit.”

Sucking air between your teeth, you frowned. “Did it ruin everything?”

“No, luckily we wrapped the outdoor scenes just as it started storming.”

“Oh that’s great, I’m glad it worked out ok,” you grinned.

“Mhmm,” he hummed with a small nod. “I’m stealing a sweatshirt,” he informed you, you instantly humming in thought.

“I’ll allow it.”

“How very generous of you,” he responded playfully, holding back a budding smile. “Hey uh, quick question.”

“What’s that?”

The man shrugged at you, a smile curving on his lips. “What are you doing in the closet?”

“Oh right,” you slowly nodded, the man chuckling at you. “You see, your dog is a bit of a wuss, but he’s cute so it’s ok,” you told him as looked down to the dog who was refusing to lift his head to face the storm.

“Were you scared of the lightning Holly?” Yoongi asked the dog as he pet the sweet frightened pup, a soft grin on his lips that made your own mouth curve into a smile.

“Yeah, he abandoned me on the bed and came in here and I was just going to give him your hoodie to lay with but then he gave me those eyes,” you pouted as Yoongi watched you relay the story in utter fondness for you. “He was torn because he wanted to be with me but also, you know, the storm,” you emphasized, Yoongi’s shoulders shaking in laughter. “So I decided, well, I’ll just sit with him for a bit.”

“How long have you been in here?”

“I don’t know, I fell asleep,” you giggled, a snort leaving the man as he shook his head at you, though adoringly.

“So you really insisted on being the cutest human alive tonight, huh?” He asked you just before directing his gaze to the dog. “Holly, what’s up bud, don’t you think you’re milking this a bit?”

With both of you looking down at the pup, you watched as Yoongi gently scratched Holly’s head. “He’s just too cute, I didn’t have the heart to leave him in here alone,” you pouted, glancing up to find your boyfriend’s gaze already directed to you.

Yoongi didn’t speak, rather, his orbs simply scanned your features, appreciating the sight. He slowly leaned toward you, his lips easily finding yours, meeting you in a sweet kiss. The meeting didn’t last long, but it was soft and felt like home.

“You’re a sweetheart, Kid,” he complimented as he separated from you, just before he stood. Suddenly the man stripped himself of his slightly wet top before turning his attention to your clothing.

Staring up at him, appreciating his bare upper body, you watched as his hands grabbed an oversized lavender-colored sweatshirt. Pulling it off the hanger quickly, he had it situated over his body within seconds. Looking down at you, he met your gaze, smirking at your engrossed expression.

“You’re pretty in lavender,” you whispered to him, a bashful grin overtaking his face.

Leaning down, he kissed your forehead, his lips lingering once again. “Alright little guy,” he suddenly addressed Holly as he pulled away from you. “You gotta let my girlfriend out of the closet,” he told the dog, patting his thighs to try to coax his dog to him, only for the dog to spite him by not even flinching toward his owner.

“Honey boy, he’s still scared,” you pouted, Yoongi’s eyes shifting from Holly to you. Thinking for a moment, he sighed, turning his back on you and heading toward the bed. You watched him carefully, following his every move as he pulled the comforter off the mattress and grabbed two pillows.

The man avoided your eye contact as he waddled back to the closet, a frown etched in his features though you knew he wasn’t actually upset by anything. It was obvious he found this whole situation quite adorable.

Appearing in front of you, he stepped over your body, as well as Min Holly, and dropped the blanket and pillows onto the floor with a thud. Next, he was pulling his jeans off his frame, tossing them onto the bedroom floor outside the closet, his eyes following them as they descended to the floor, your eyes glued to his now bare limbs. You actually couldn’t see the upper majority of his legs due to the oversized material of the sweatshirt, which made him look rather cute.

“You’re very hot,” you complimented with a smirk, the man scoffing as he picked up the comforter before nodding to the dog that was looking up at him curiously.

“Lift him so I can cover you with this,” he told you, you smirking as you pulled Holly from your lap to your chest, allowing Yoongi to tuck you in.

“You’re being really cute,” you smiled, Yoongi holding back a grin of his own as he simply hummed. “These are honey boy antics, sir.”

“Yeah, yeah, so I’m soft for you and my dog, so what,” he dismissed nonchalantly, all while your smile grew larger, your heart racing with affection for the man. When Yoongi lowered himself to take the spot next to you, he lifted a pillow, silently staring at you as he waited for you to sit up so he could put the pillow underneath your head. Fluffing it slightly, he nodded once with a small close-mouthed smile before grabbing his own pillow and doing the same thing again.

“Thank you, Yoongi,” you told him sincerely as you rested back against the pillow, the cushion feeling nice and relieving on your slightly strained neck. Turns out closets aren’t really the most comfortable sleeping space.

“Thanks for taking care of my dog,” he replied with that same adorable grin, which accentuated the plushness of his cheeks. As Holly moved to lay between the both of you, you leaned toward your boyfriend, holding his face in place so you could press a series of smooches to his plush cheek. Finally.

Whining slightly at your incessant affection, Yoongi squirmed away from you, only to turn and face you and press his lips to yours in a messy and playful meeting. Laughing into the kiss, Yoongi couldn’t help but smile as well, a light chuckle leaving those pretty lips as he pulled away from you.

“Go back to sleep,” he told you, his face full of fond adoration as he settled into his spot, pulling the comforter up as his hand found the dog. Yoongi pet Holly’s face as the dog leaned into the touch. “You too,” he directed to the dog in a playful demand. “I don’t know what your end game is here, bud. Are you trying to steal my girl?” he questioned the furry pal, you giggling at you nuzzled your face against the pillow, reaching out to drape your arm overtop Yoongi’s body. “You can’t have her,” Yoongi whispered, a smile stretching across your face. “I won’t let you.”

“He’s a charmer,” you mumbled through a yawn, your sleepiness hitting you suddenly.

“So am I,” Yoongi countered, rolling onto his side so he faced you. As your eyes fluttered shut, sleep overtaking you quickly, the man watched you lovingly. “I’m hot, remember.”

“That’s true,” you agreed sleepily. “The hottest.”

Yoongi continued to watch as your body became more relaxed underneath the warmth of the comforter; the warmth of having Yoongi next to you, and of course, Min Holly. Though his own eyes were becoming heavy, he kept them open to appreciate the way your face relaxed, your lips becoming pouted as your exhales slipped between them in slowed breaths.

“Tell me one thing,” you suddenly spoke up, your voice surprising Yoongi out of his trance.

“Hm,” he hummed for you to continue, a soft smile planted on his mouth.

“Were you hot on camera?” You asked him, referring to his video shoot.

A silent chuckle left the man, his hand leaving Min Holly, and finding your own hand that rested between your bodies. Wrapping his fingers around your own, he stared at your hands connected; your skin was warm against his, Yoongi sighing contently.

“I was hot on camera,” he confirmed, a smile just barely tugging on your lips that made him chuckle lightly in response.

“That’s my honey boy,” you whispered, burying yourself further into the pillow.” There was a pause, and Yoongi was about to shut his own eyes and allow himself to be dragged into dreamland. However, you spoke once again, the man sighing as he prepared to tell you to go to sleep, but your words kept him quiet; surprise and excitement coursing through his every limb as soon as the words met his ears. “I’m falling for you,” you admitted in your nearly unconscious state.  

“Falling for me?” He questioned, his voice barely audible as a bashful smile curved on his lips, those kissable cheeks tinting pink. You would have cooed at the sight had your eyes been open.

He knew you were unaware of your confession, but he hoped it was as genuine as he believed it to be. Yoongi wouldn’t bring up the confession; no teasing the next day; no pressure for elaboration at a later date. But with the warmth that filled his frame as he watched you breathe deeply, finally having given in to your tiredness, he was certain that he felt the same way.

You were falling for him. And he had already fallen in love with you.

Yoongi’s eyes slowly left your face, traveling down to find the dog staring up at him.

“Hear that?” He whispered to his dog, a gummy smile planted on his face as his eyes shined with the brightness of new love. “She’s falling for me.”

[a-detraque-barista]

Could i pls request a siren jin♡,,,one where he finds you after a storm in a shipwreck and he like nurses you back to health but when your finally ready to go he won't actually let you. You can decide the ending🙇‍♀️

A/N: thank you for requesting, my love, I hope you enjoy~

The cruise ship rocked back and forth repeatedly, waves crashing into the sides. Rain poured from the dark cumulonimbus clouds, successfully soaking through your clothing. Thunder and lightning rang and flashed all around. Panicked screams sounded from every room of the ship. You were holding onto the side rail tightly. You could barely keep your eyes open long enough to see the monstrous wave that was about to collide with the ship.

Almost everyone knew it was safer to stay on the large vessel rather than get on a smaller one and risk the chance of being drowned by the ocean itself. Although, it seems this boat wasn’t going to last much longer. The few people that did lower themselves in a raft down into the water were quickly flipped over and taken by the unforgiving sea.

Your soaked hair whipped in every which way before the wave came down on the ship. Your grip on the metal railing slipped as the entire cruise was flipped until it was sideways before crashing into the depths of the sea. A hook from the ship caught into your shirt and into your side as you attempted to swim back up to the surface. You watched as more people and debris began to float to the surface.

This was it. You had no way of surviving. Your lungs were running out of oxygen and you were sinking farther and farther to the seafloor. You relaxed your muscles and let out your last bit of breath, closing your eyes. You should have never accepted the ticket your friend had given you.

Breathing in, water filled your airway, burning. Faintly, you felt a tug on the hook that was dug into your side. Your eyes open just slightly to see a man taking the hook out of your flesh and felt his arms wrap around you.

Your vision turned black before you could look at your savior.

The sound of crashing water woke you. Eyes cracked open to be met with a cave ceiling. The hand resting by your side could feel a scratchy fabric underneath you. Your other hand laid on your stomach. You went to sit up only to lay back down again from the shooting pain in your side. Groaning while gently nursing your side, you looked down to see your shirt, now dried, with a bloodstain. Carefully, you lifted your shirt up to see bandages wrapped around your torso.

“Finally, you’re awake, I was starting to worry you would never wake up,” a voice came from your right making your head turn.

Your eyes landed on the man you remember before losing consciousness. His wet pink hair was slicked back, broad shoulders dripping with water. Muscly arms rested on the lip of the tide pool he treaded in. The sound of rushing water you had woken up to was the waterfall meeting the river that led outside of the cave you were in.

The man’s cyan eyes stay on you as you moved your head around to look at your new and unfamiliar surroundings. He studied your expression, your body, all the small movements you made hadn’t gone unnoticed by him. His gut trembled with hunger as he couldn’t look away from you. He felt parched even though he was in a pool of water.

“Wait...how come you were able to save me from that deep in the water?” you looked at him scrutinizing.

“Haha, well, ya see…” he brought the end of his tail high enough for you to see his monofin.

…

“All right, I’m out,” you went to stand but the pain in your side had you slowly lay back down, taking deep breaths through the pain.

“Doesn’t seem like you’re going anywhere, Moonlight.”

Moonlight? What an odd nickname. Although, this whole situation was odd. You didn’t have much of a choice, you could barely move without being in immense pain and you had no idea where you were.

Meanwhile, the half-man was studying your appearance. Normally the humans that were stranded or in need of help were men that made the journey to feed their egos. What was an extraordinary specimen like you doing all the way out here? His webbed hands reached towards your arm. Your skin was so smooth compared to his scaly skin.

With the touch of the man’s cold hand, it brought your attention to his face. His slicked, almost dry, hair was a rose pink that matched well with his pale skin. His plump rosy lips pursed as he studied your skin more. Guess the folklore and tales were actually true, merpeople do exist. There was something...off about him though. As if he wasn’t a normal merman based on stories. The sharp teeth that poked out when he spoke and the claws that lightly dragged across your skin were not the basic portrayals of a merman.

“What are you exactly?” you couldn’t keep the question from coming out but since you were stuck here, might as well learn about your inhuman savior.

He chuckled, “I’m what you humans call a siren.”

“Like the ones that lure people to their death with singing?”

“Is that what you humans think? We don’t have to sing to get humans under our spells. They merely have to look at us and they’ll be entranced if we so wish,” he explained as if he wasn’t admitting to killing humans.

He noticed your concerned expression and decided to reassure you, “Don’t worry, I’m not going to eat you. If I was going to I would’ve already done it. Besides, there was more than enough food from the rest of the wreck.”

“Why did you save me?”

“Cause you’re cute.”

It was simple and short. Nothing about it was sweet. Who knows how many other lives he could have saved especially if he had time to bandage your wound and eat while you were unconscious.

“If you keep staring at me like that then I’m going to have to eat you,” he chuckled as your eyes widened before darting away. He found you so adorable yet so delectable. There was no doubt in his mind that you would be the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted. However, he couldn’t bring himself to eat you. Something about you had pulled him to your location. That’s how he found the shipwreck. That part of the ocean belonged to someone else but he didn’t care at the time.

You went to ask for the siren’s name when your gut made a loud growling noise. Your cheeks turned red as you keep your gaze away from the smirking man next to you.

“Seems like my little human is hungry. I’ll be right back,” he chuckled again before submerging under the water and swam away.

This gave you a chance to look around, the dewy rock walls led up to an opening with the moon shining directly down into the cave you laid in. It was full and glowing brightly. You could hear the waves colliding with the outside of the rock formation around you. It was so dangerously calming.

“I’m back~” the siren popped his head out of the water, startling you. “I got you a mackerel!” he slapped the fish right beside you as he grinned.

You watched as water dripped down his smiling face. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad.

Over the past three weeks, you’ve learned that your savior’s name was Seokjin. He’d been taking care of you, never leaving your side for too long. You had started changing your bandages due to Seokjin’s claws accidentally catching on your sutures and reopening the wound. If he kept changing the bandages your wound would never heal.

Now the cut is almost completely healed and you’ve been thinking of ways to get home when Seokjin wasn’t talking your ear off. For someone who didn’t like humans very much, he liked to talk to you for hours. You wondered how he had so many stories to tell.

“Moonlight, what are you thinking about?” Seokjin’s voice pierced through your thoughts.

“Just trying to think of a way to get back home?” you sighed as you continued to drag your finger through the sand absentmindedly.

“Leave? Why would you want to leave?” his brows furrowed and his face scrunched up in disgust.

“Well...I can’t stay here. I have a life back home. Friends, work, I’m sure no one has any idea where I am. Or even if I’m alive for that matter,” you hoped you weren’t making your friends sick with worry.

Seokjin began laughing. It started as a chuckle and progressed to a sickening cackle that echoed throughout the cave. You slowly shuffled back until you hit the rough cave wall. Still, it wasn’t far enough from the crazed siren in front of you.

“You can’t leave, Moonlight. You’re mine,” he chuckled before pulling himself out of the tide pool and onto the sand. His long tail transformed into legs, allowing him to walk over to you and crouch down. He held your chin between his fingers, “I’ll never let you go. I’m your life now.”

“Let me go home,” your wide eyes were staring into his.

Your mind was going blank as a smirk stretched across his features. Your eyes could no longer focus. You willed your limbs to move but they wouldn’t comply. Soon, you couldn’t think at all. Seokjin wasn’t allowing you to even think of leaving him behind.

[addictedtomanga]

Shoujo manga recommendations - sad(ish)/tragedy

So, some of these manga actually have a happy ending (I’m not saying which, cause spoilers) and a few of these are generally happy with some tragic events among the story, so. 

And they range from “ok, it’s sad, I guess” to “oh my god, why??”

Also, most of them touch the supernatural theme (either with vampires, ghosts etc)

1.      100% Gokuama Kareshi

A collection of one shots. 

! The third chapter fits the sad/tragedy theme.

2.      Babel no Tegami

Even after all these years, you’re still the only one I think of… I’ll put all of my feelings into this letter for you.

3.      Black Bird

The world is full of mysterious "things," but life keeps on going peacefully because no one can see them--except Misao. Harada Misao has the special power to see these "things," but she doesn't tell anybody and tries to continue leading a happy high school life. Though she's jealous of her friends who have boyfriends, she's just like a normal teenage girl as she keeps having dreams about a boy she met when she was younger who has the same power as she does.

Her mundane life suddenly changes when goblins try to eat her, and her old friend Kyo comes back to protect her from them. Then, she finds out that she is personally being sought out as goblin food and that Kyo is a goblin, too. Will she still marry him like they promised when they were children, based on her faith in him that he has no bad intentions towards her? Will she even be safe at school now that Kyo has become her new homeroom teacher? Her exciting teenage life is just about to begin. 

4.      Boku no Hitsugi de Bansan o

A collection of one shots.

5.      Datte, Kimi wa Warau kara

Let’s get into a time machine and return to that time.

Where it was always fun and you were always laughing, to that time... "I only have three more months to live" Yui who just transferred to a new school in the countryside becomes Ryo’s classmate. Yui who is suffering from an illness has a "wish" that she can’t tell anyone, but Ryo wants to grant her that wish but… After death, reality hits Ryo and Yui.

6.      Gunjou - Ai ga Shizunda Umi no Iro

Even though they played together innocently since they were young, somewhere along the way, the seeds of “love“ started to grow. Growing up on an outlying island from Okinawa, Kazuya, Ryoko and Daisuke were brought up like a family. They wanted to be together forever, but the three of them have different desires. One wants to stay, one wants to go, and one of them wants to go, but can’t. When Daisuke is lured away from the island, Ryoko decides to stay on the island with Kazuya. However, the three of them will experience a cruel fate...!

! The first and second chapters fits the sad/tragedy theme.

7.      Kanojo ga Tonda Hi 

Drawn from the heart, a collection of sketches about the problems of our time. “Recruiting those who want to finish it and die, but feel sad doing it alone…” Fed up with everything, Mie posted a notice on an Internet Bulletin Board and found suicide-partners. Four boys and girls were gathered together because of their ties to death. And then…?!

!!! Trigger warning

8.      Kao no Nai Otoko

Two lovers got separated by war. Now the try to find each other. But when the girl finds him, he isn't the same as before...

9.      Kigi no Yukue

Juri has always been saying to herself that she has done everything that she wanted to do, and has lived to her own satisfaction. Plus, she's always been skipping class and coming in late in the mornings, only to be confronted by her class rep, Yoh. Aware of her own situation, she knows that she shouldn't leave any remaining desires and feelings behind...

10.  Kyou no Kira-kun

In 360 days, there were bright days and disappointment while I was staring at you. Though they were neighbors, Nino and Kira had never talked to each other...

But when Nino found out about Kira's secret, her life changes and everyday became more interesting!!

11.  Kobayashi ga Kawai Sugite Tsurai

The comedy starts when the cross-dressing begins! The Kobayashi twins, Mego and Mitsuru, were named after historical figures, but only Mego has grown up with a taste for history. So when Mitsuru is in danger of losing his weekends to extra history classes, he convinces his sister to swap clothes with him and ace his tests! After all, how hard can it be for them to play each other? But Mego can’t rely on just her book smarts in Mitsuru’s all-boys, delinquents’ paradise of a high school. And Mitsuru finds life as a high school girl to be much more complicated than he expected!

12.  Koi Kyokusei

An overly touching love story of a miracle... “One’s “thought“ is subject to change. A change in a human can change the world. Since we’re not alone, we have to be brave.“ Toda Erika’s shining star is rising... It’s a miracle of love. Sakura is willing to do anything like wishing on a star because she wishes to grant her beloved Hirose’s dream. This small deed is what attracts Sakura and Hirose to each other. 

 !!! Trigger warning (2nd chapter)

13.  Kon no ki Konoha

Only in autumn when the dead leaves flutter about can Akino meet the mysterious boy who lives inside the deep blue tree.

14.  Mademoiselle Butterfly

Our heroine is a girl who lives as a geisha in Japan. She has a male childhood friend who's always been kind to her and is her favorite. He's a painter, only he paints on human body parts and she loves it when he paints beautiful butterflies on her arms. She goes to visit him one day and finds a naked woman lying in his room. Immediately after, she gets a customer who's rich and very interested in her. The thought of being away from her friend pains her, but is everything really too late?

15.  Maigo no Obakeyashiki

A girl is bored of her unchanging peaceful life, and goes to a house that is considered haunted. She meets a boy there instead of ghosts.

16.  Michishirube

Wakako has been in love with her childhood friend, who is 2 years older than her, Chii-nii. The thing is, he went away and she’s been sad ever since. 3 years later, she sees him at her gate. Finally she can say “i like you“ but it isn’t easy as it seems. Will she be able to do it?

17.  Natsu no Kakera

A collection of one shots.

! The first chapter fits the sad/tragedy theme.

18.  Onaji Sora wo Miteiru

Rin is always sending messages with her phone and doesn’t speak to anyone. Even though she’s like that, Taka got interested in her and keeps on following her. But why doesn’t she want to look at him...? And who is this mysterious person with whom she always exchanges messages with...?

19.  Orange

One day, Takamiya Naho receives a letter written to herself from ten years in the future. As Naho reads on, the letter recites the exact events of the day, including the transfer of a new student into her class named Naruse Kakeru. The Naho from ten years later repeatedly states that she has many regrets, and she wants to fix these by making sure the Naho from the past can make the right decisions—especially regarding Kakeru. What’s more shocking is that she discovers that ten years later, Kakeru will no longer be with them. Future Naho asks her to watch over him closely.

20.  To the Earth-Born You

A tsunami that caught everyone off guard washed away homes and broke up families. At this moment, why bother remembering the past that can't be changed? Other than adding on to the survivors' sorrow, it also bring up those heart-tearing pasts...

21.  Tsuki no Waltz

A collection of one shots.

22.  Usotsuki Tenshi To Ama No Jaku

In front of Marika that lost ability to smile suddenly appeared mysterious boy calling himself "angel"...!?

23.  Usurai ni Saku

Two kids become friends, even though he has an incurable illness. One winter, he was told he wouldn't be able to live to the next spring and she...

24.  Winter Flowers

A cute and sad story about childhood friends. Yuudai's father is a fireworks maker and ever since he was a kid he has wanted to take over for his father once he turns 18. He made a promise to his childhood friend Hana when they were kids that she could see his first ever created fireworks... However, something isn't right...

25.  Yume Kurai

Whenever Akane falls asleep, she always dreams of talking to a boy. This boy says that he “eats“ her dreams. Who is this boy?

26.  Yurusarete Inai Watashitachi 

A collection of one shots. 

! The second and third chapters fits the sad/tragedy theme

[yourfaveisyanderematic]

im thinking about that trish/bodyguard so piece you wrote a while back, and all I can think about is trish being so desperate for any sort of affection that she’s just like “okay, time to fake my own kidnapping”

Hm.  I put my Narancia piece down to bang out something for this prompt bc this is, as the kids say, a mood.  Modified it just slightly though, because that’s how I am.

love is just another kind of greed.

Trish didn’t get the appeal of dogs.

They were cute, sure.  Little silky fluffy things that yipped and yapped and tolerated being carried around in purses.  They were also expensive as hell—hundreds of thousands of lire could be invested in premium shampoos, gold-flaked specialty foods, champion breeding (why, again?  You’re not taking this dog to any fucking show, Anastasia, you don’t need it)—and those two things alone should have had her clamoring to get one.

She didn’t want one, though.  Dogs were frail, frilly little things that cried endlessly when you kicked them (even if it was an accident) and whined for attention even if you were busy, and they couldn’t do anything, anyway.  They could posture, sure.  Strike a pose and bark and bark like the silly boys playing at being gangsters she had to tolerate every now and then, but if you pointed a gun at one and pulled the trigger, that would be that.  They’d fall over with a little sigh and get all still and silent, and then they wouldn’t be good for anything anymore.

The reason she was thinking about this, by the way, was because she was bored.  You were taking forever.  Weren’t you taking this whole kidnapping thing seriously?

“How’s your ankle, babe?”

Ugh.  Trish took a breath and pulled a smile onto her lips, gently tipping her head back to look up at the man.  Despite the coiffed hair and designer shoes, he’s nothing special; some dumb kid with good looks and soft hands, partying his youth away with cash that wasn’t his.  A drop in the bucket of young hedonists.  The kind who took a pretty girl’s smile as an invitation and the light brush of hands as a blank check.  More importantly, however, he was the kind she could lure in without too much effort, too eager to get into her pants to ask many questions.

She didn’t even remember his name.  

Trish raised her foot, a languidly elegant motion that let his eyes trace every inch of her delicate skin, and after a moment’s hesitation he rearranged the pillow to better cushion the black-bruised skin, one of a handful of trophies from an ‘accidental’ fall she took down the stairs here.

“I’m bored,” she replied, as if the pain thrumming through the fibers of her muscles didn’t exist (it was that easy to ignore; she’d endured worse for less) “don’t you have anything fun to do?”

He hummed back, delicately rubbing small circles around the site of the bruise, cushioning the movement by keeping his other hand on her heel.  She suppressed a laugh; were those tentative prods supposed to do anything?  Did he think she’d shatter if he touched her?

Despite his arrogance, Rich Boy here didn’t have much initiative; the only thing Trish didn’t have to prod him into doing was getting her back to his expensive loft.  Frankly, it was a miracle the two of them had managed to slip away from you at all.

I’d love to party with you, cutie, but first we have to ditch my chaperone.  Come on, let’s go before they notice we’re not at the bar anymore.

Throwing herself down the stairs in a tangle of Versace and toned limbs had been an impulse, but wasn’t everything tonight?  So what if she’d scraped herself up, or felt a horrible snap inside her leg as she plummeted to the bottom.  It’d all be worth it soon, once you’d realized she’d been made off with and had to go find her.

You really did need to hurry it up, by the way.  Eventually Rich Boy here was going to get his nerve up and actually try to touch her, and then she’d have to just kill him and wait for you by herself.  That would be boring, too.

He probably didn’t even notice she was getting impatient, honestly.  His eyes seemed to be on a rail, tracing a line from her plush lips to the delicate hollow of her collarbone to lower still.  Typical, really.  

Rich Boy starts to chatter, some fumbling innuendo about the things they could get up to with just the two of them, but she isn’t paying any attention to that.  In the space between heartbeats, the air changed, the stale conditioned air suddenly heavy with tension that only she could feel.  The storm had rolled in.  It was coming down the hall.

Rich Boy’s voice registered, asking if she was okay, and it was in that moment Trish realized she’d been sitting bolt upright, abandoning the discomfort of the expensively minimalistic couch as she waited for the storm to draw nearer.

It knocked on the door.  Three short, sharp taps that resounded in the relative silence of the loft, a muted thunder.

“Who could that be?” Rich Boy muttered to himself, and then “Stay right here.  I’ll get it.” as he wandered off.  She didn’t reply, just listened, heart in her throat as his footsteps echoed across the tile, undoing the lock on the front door and drawing it open to meet the interloper.

“Can I help—“ the words weren’t even out of his mouth as something—your fist, Trish thought with a thrill of delight, you must have hit him—connected with a hollow-sounding thud, and his body careened into the dining table.  

“Holy shit!”

“Where is she?”  In contrast to his own panicked scrabbling, your footsteps were slow and measured as you advanced.  You didn’t even shut the door behind you; there’s no need to.  Nobody stupid enough to try to help could stop you.

Trish considers throwing herself off the couch—she wants to watch you work, and maybe seeing her sprawled on the floor would make her seem more helpless—but you’re already in view, poking your head into the doorway after the Rich Boy who staggered back in, and she knows what you’re seeing: your charge, sprawled on some pervert’s couch, visibly bruised.  You opened your mouth to say something, but Rich Boy drew your attention.

“Jesus Christ—don’t come any closer, or I’ll—“ the gun he pulled was just as flashy as the rest of him, and equally worthless; under the gaudy gold plating and filigree was a waste of metal that wouldn’t be hurting anyone tonight.

If nothing else, because the safety was still on.

You didn’t even respond, except to sigh.  The invisible blades of your Stand sliced apart the gun and the hand holding it, showering him in splintered metal as he went down with a high-pitched shriek of agony.  You strode forward, stepping on his leg to hold him in place as he started to crawl away, already deaf to the whimpering babble that might have been bargaining.  Your head turned, pinning Trish in place with your stare.

“I wish you wouldn’t do this, Miss Una.”

Your voice was soft, but with an edge, the one that always gave Trish a thrill of joy when she heard it.  It was different from your normal tone, the indulgently subservient I’m your faithful bodyguard and nothing more mask you wore when other people were watching.  Different, too, from the terrified adoration you held for her in private as she did what she pleased with you.

This was your bite.  Incandescent rage, barely restrained in the taut coil of your muscles and your piercing glare.  It was hideous, savage, implacable, the look that heralded only pain and death as you obliterated anyone who even breathed a threat in her presence.

How dare you, you said with every movement as your Stand opened the man up in a shower of blood, how dare you try to steal her.  How dare you let her come to harm.

How dare you touch my master with your dirty hands.

No command she gave could ever get you like this.  You were a killing machine she could point at anyone she chose with only a glance; you would destroy yourself for her whims, if she let you, but there was no passion in obedience.  

Your voice has turned plaintive, almost hurt, and it puts her back in the moment.  “Do you doubt my devotion?  Were you just bored?  You could have just told me to kill for you.  Look, I’ve even let you hurt yourself.  How can I face your father now?”

Don’t look away, Trish wanted to cry out, seeing you turn your glare back toward the remains of your enemy, get angry with me.  Let me see how love twists your face.

These were the moments she knew you loved her.  The uncontrollable passion of your fury, for her and only her, only shone when something threatened to take her from you.  These were the moments that Trish Una well and truly and fully felt wanted, and they were getting addicting.  Was it cruel to do this to you—to drive you to this edge of madness, repeatedly and on a whim, purely to satiate her cravings?  Perhaps, but it felt good not to care.  

You drew near to her, taking another look at her injuries, and she breathed the smell of blood and smoke that hung around you like it was perfume.  Your touch was delicate, but not gentle, and after a few seconds you pronounced it definitively broken.  She wouldn’t be walking for a while.  She was fine with that.

“Then you’ll have to carry me everywhere,” she declared, crossing her arms.  You met her eyes, searching them for something, and then raised a hand to graze her cheek.  She leaned into it a little, sure that it was a caress, but your hand came away with a smear of blood; you’d been rubbing it away.

“If that’s your wish, Miss Una,” you murmured, and then gathered her into your arms.  Her arms wrapped around your shoulders as she relaxed into you, until her lips were inches away from your own.  You didn’t incline your head in the slightest as you carried her out of the loft, just let your breath ghost across her face until she finally closed the distance and kissed you full on the mouth in the elevator.

There wasn’t any appeal in dogs for someone who already had a wolf.

[gimmesumsuga]

Sweeter than Sweet (28)

Pairings: Jimin x reader, Yoongi x reader, Namjoon x reader + others as the story progresses

Warnings: Dirty talk

Word count: 3.7K

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Your time together with Sam passes far too quickly; before you know it you've giggled your way through the last of your main, dessert, and an after-dinner coffee and it's approaching 11pm.  Though it’s still morning time for you, Sam’s starting to look decidedly sleepy, yawning over the rim of her final glass of wine.  

Your phone goes off in your pocket, and when you glance at it you see a text from Hobi telling you he’s almost there to pick you up, so it's probably time to start saying your goodbyes as much as it grieves you to do so.  

“My ride’s gonna be here in a minute,” you tell her with a sad smile, one that she mirrors.  

“Let’s not leave it so long next time,” she says emphatically as you drain your glass too.  You must be growing up; you're starting to quite like a nice glass of red.  In fact, you're pretty sure you're feeling rather tipsy now, and it's not all that unpleasant.  

“Definitely.”  You see Sam reach into her bag to retrieve her purse but you wave your hand quickly, shooing her away.  “No no no, I'll get it,” you insist, pulling Jimin’s card out of your pocket, and on seeing it Sam raises her eyebrows, impressed.

“He's let you loose with the plastic?  I like him already.”  You grin, standing up from the table and giggling at the tiny head rush you feel.  

“Back in a sec.”  You wander off to pay the bill, leaning on the bar as you wait to be served and tapping Jimin’s card against the wood, smiling to yourself.  You can't wait to get home; snuggle up with him and Nova and tell him what a nice time you've had tonight.  Afterwards, maybe you can go have your piano lesson with Yoongi too, and have him press those sweet little kisses of his against your cheek. Your eyes shut for a moment to imagine it, sighing wistfully; what did you ever do in past life to be deserving so much love and attention in this one?  

You pop to the bathroom once you’ve paid the bill - your bladder’s clearly not used to even the most modest amount of alcohol intake - but when you step back into the restaurant you have to question whether or not you're actually drunker than you originally thought, so unexpected is the sight that greets you.  

Hobi has stolen your seat, and he’s sat across from Sam leaning forward with his elbows on the table and his chin in his hands, giving her his complete and rapt attention.  What the hell is he doing?!  Panicking, you quickly scuttle over and interrupt them, laughing nervously.  

“You didn’t tell me you’d arrived!”  You direct your shrill accusation toward the obviously besotted vampire, aware that your voice is about ten times higher than usual, your eyes wide as saucers with alarm.  He tilts his head to the side and smiles up at you mischievously.

“You didn't tell me your date was so cute.”  You pull a face at him, horrified when you hear Sam giggle.  How is that Sam - lure ‘em in then spit ‘em out Sam - is currently sat there ogling Hobi like some kind of horny schoolgirl and letting herself be won over by such a horrendously corny line?

“Are all of Jimin’s friends so good-looking?” she asks eagerly, unable to drag her eyes off of the man opposite her.  Yes, actually, they all are - but you're not about to tell her that.  Thinking it's probably better to skirt around the question entirely and separate the two of them as soon as possible, you throw your arms around Sam’s head and squeeze her tight, smooshing her face into your stomach as you throw daggers from your eyes at Hobi.  

“It was so good to see you,” you tell her as she wraps her arms around your thighs and squeezes back.  

“Maybe next time I can come to yours and meet everyone properly?” she suggests, looking up at you with a gleeful smile.  You laugh nervously, once again avoiding the question.

“We better get going, it's getting late,” you say to Hobi, lifting your eyebrows meaningfully at him.  He grins, standing from the table as you let go of Sam with a final few pats of her head.  

“Text me later?”  Sam asks him hopefully, and once again you have to do a double take between the two of them, your mouth hanging open.  You were only gone for two minutes!  How the hell did he manage to get her number that fast?!  Usually, Sam makes a guy work all night before giving out her digits, and even then they're rarely her real ones.  

“You can count on it,” he winks as he tucks his chair under the table and Sam flushes an attractive shade of pink, chewing on her thumbnail.  What on earth is going on?  Hobi pulls his keys out of his pocket and jangles them in front of your shell-shocked face, snapping you back to reality.  “You coming or not?”  You blink.  

“Yeah, uh… yeah, ok.”  You look back at Sam and she gives you a little wave, lifting her shoulders and grinning so excitedly that she looks almost manic.  

“See you soon!”  

“See you later,” you wave back, hurrying out of the restaurant after Hobi and climbing into the car he's parked so unceremoniously on the pavement outside.  All the while you're getting in and securing your belt you're just waiting for him to say something or offer up any kind of explanation for what you just walked in on, but no matter how hard you stare Hobi carries on as normal - albeit smiling an awful lot.  

Once you're well away from the restaurant you finally lose your patience, switching from sitting quietly beside him to repeatedly smacking him on the arm in the blink of an eye.

“Hey hey hey!”  Hobi exclaims, trying to lean away out of your range whilst keeping his hands on the wheel.

“What the bloody hell was that?!” you shriek at him, getting in one last hit before relenting for fear of making him crash the car.  

“What do you mean?!”  he questions back and you gawp, refusing to believe for one moment that he doesn't know what it is you're upset about.  

“Swapping numbers with my best friend, that's what I mean!”  He grins as he looks straight ahead, seemingly very pleased with himself for doing so.  

“Oh - yeah! She’s gorgeous, isn’t she? Ah, wow. ”  Again you have to pause, incredulous, screwing up your face into a frown.

“Whether she is or not, that’s beside the point.  You’re a vampire, Hoseok!”  

“So?” he laughs, unaffected by your wrath. “So’s Jimin.”

“That's different,” you insist, narrowing your eyes.  

“How is it?”  he glances at you, momentarily looking away from the road.  “I don't know about you, but personally I think that went a lot better than when you two first met.  What with the almost killing you, and all.”  You open your mouth to retort but then come to an abrupt halt, shutting it promptly when you realise that he might actually have a point and Hobi carries on, shifting gears smoothly as he pulls off from an intersection.  “And if Jimin can have a girlfriend then why can’t I?”  

Again, you can’t exactly argue with what he says.  The boys do, on the whole, exercise an excellent amount of self-control when it comes to feeding; you live there safely amongst them, after all.  It’d seem really mean, too, to condemn them to a life without ever having someone to love.

“Ok,” you concede, taking a breath, “I get what you’re saying… but can’t you date someone else?  Does it have to be Sam?”  Hobi huffs out your name, shrugging his shoulders.

“It might not even get that far - we’ve only swapped numbers.  She probably won’t even like me anyway.”  The look on Hobi’s face when he finishes speaking is so unfamiliar that it has you frowning when you see it.  He’s usually like sunshine personified - so full of energy and positivity that you’ve compared him to a puppy on crack on more than one occasion - but right now he looks completely unsure of himself, wracked with self-doubt that you hadn’t even thought he was capable of feeling.  He glances down at his lap and nibbles the corner of his lip, clenching his hands around the steering wheel.  

“Hey, no, of course she’ll like you,” you tell him, unable to keep yourself from reassuring him despite your many reservations,  “Who wouldn’t?”  

“You think?”  Hobi visibly bolsters at your words, the bright smile you’ve become so accustomed to re-appearing on his pretty face.  “Can't you just give me the benefit of the doubt if she does?”  You sigh, looking out of the window to give yourself a moment to think about it, so preoccupied with worry that you’re not really seeing any of the scenery speeding by in front of your face.

On the one hand, this could get horrendously messy.  Hobi might be able to conceal the fact he’s a vampire - but then what happens if he can’t?  Sam isn’t the most discreet person at the best of times, and you can’t see Namjoon tolerating her blabbing their existence all over town.  And as good as Hobi’s intentions are; what if he did lose control?  You’re not sure you could ever forgive yourself for letting her getting drawn into this strange world you’ve found yourself in if something bad ever happened to her.  

Then, on the other… you can’t help but think how adorable a couple Hobi and Sam would make given the chance.  You’d probably have to take them in small doses because even individually they’re a lot to take so who knows what the hell they’d be like as a combined force, but you know Sam better than anyone and as much as you hate to admit it he’s just her type.   He’s confident enough to keep her on her toes, fun enough to keep her interested and… well… you’ve only seen Hobi dance once, but when you see hips move like that... let’s just say it’s not an easy thing to forget.  

“Alright,” you say calmly, turning back round to face him, “Give it a shot, you have my blessing.”  Hoseok grins excitedly, shimmying about in his seat so the leather of his pants squeaks against the leather of the car.  “But,” you continue, pointing a finger at him, your voice low and deadly serious, “If you hurt her, Hobi, be it physically or emotionally or any way at all, I will hunt you down and end you.”  He’s about to laugh, you can tell, but one glance at your face shows him just how serious you are about this and the smile is quickly wiped from his face as his eyes widen nervously.  “I mean it.  You do not mess with her, ok?”  Hoseok nods rapidly, swallowing, but you leave your finger pointed at him for a moment longer anyway, just for effect, before slowly lowering it as you release the tension from your shoulders with a heavy sigh.

The car falls silent then, and it stays that way until you’re almost home, the both of you sitting contentedly side by side.  You hope he’s using the quiet time to think about what you said, and from the thoughtful expression on his face it looks as though he might be.  You nod to yourself in satisfaction, glad that he’s seemingly gotten the message.  

As you pull into the gravel driveway you notice that the second garage is stood open but dark and empty, the black minivan that they use for their jobs missing its space.

“Let me guess; he’s sent Jimin out again.”  

“Yup, how’d you know?”  Hobi replies, the corner of his mouth twisting into a sardonic smile.  It’s starting to become a running joke that Jimin seems to be getting sent out almost every other day - Namjoon’s personal errand boy - and even though he insists it’s not your fault you still feel guilty when he comes home in the morning covered in blood or bruises, unable to do much more than fall into bed next to you.   “Yoongi’s expecting you for piano practice, though.” Hobi turns off the car engine and smiles at the mildly surprised look on your face.  “He told me to tell you.”  

You’d almost forgotten about your daily lesson, so caught up in worrying about the prospect of Sam dating a vampire, but now that you’ve been reminded of it it undeniably takes the edge off of the disappointment of not getting to spend the evening beside Jimin.   

“Ok, thanks.”  The both of you exit the car and walk into the house together, parting ways in the entrance hall with a brief hug.  As Hobi walks off you notice him pulling his phone from his pocket and while you wander down the corridor to Yoongi’s room you absent-mindedly speculate whether he’s planning on texting Sam already.   At least he’s not playing games if he is indeed doing so.  

Yoongi’s already playing the piano when you walk into his room; his eyes closed, earbuds in, lost to the music he’s playing along to.  A smile appears on your face as soon as you see him, the affection you feel making your heart swell in your chest as you watch.  You creep inside, determined to catch him off guard, and through sheer luck you manage to remain completely undetected, only drawing attention to yourself once you’re stood right behind him and gently placing your hands on his shoulders, squeezing.  

He jumps, fingers jarring on the keys in place of a scream, twisting on the piano stool and yanking the earbuds from his ears to find you bent over double, giggling.  You’d only wanted to surprise, not scare, but the sight of him leaping a good foot in the air is too funny not to enjoy.  

“Jesus christ,” Yoongi huffs, a little breathless.  He’s glowering so hard you’d think he was mad if it weren’t for the big, toothy smile on his face, “Are you trying to kill me?”

“I'm not sure you're quite so easy to get rid of as that,” you grin back at him, pleased by the way he loops his arms around your thighs to pull you into the space he's makes between his denim-clad legs.

“Oh?  You've been thinking of ways to off me, have you?”  He gazes up at you, playfulness twinkling in his eyes as you sway your hips from side to side, trying to adopt an innocent expression.  

“Me?  Never.”  He chuckles softly, his hands straying under the hem of your blouse to rest on your lower back, the tips of his fingers inspiring goosebumps wherever they go.  

“Ah, you're too sweet, gongjunim, too cute.” Yoongi’s praise makes a light blush colour your cheeks as you bat your eyelids down at him.  His lips part slightly, the tip of his tongue poking through to wet the corner of his mouth, and you can see the exact moment that playfulness starts to morph into something else, his eyes getting darker as his pupils dilate.  You’d still been feeling fairly tipsy up until this point, but having him look this way at you sobers you up completely.  “Come down here and let me have a taste of you.”

Your breath catches in your throat, core throbbing involuntarily even though you know it's only kissing he's referring to - for now, at least.  You're all too aware that if the two of you start kissing now, here, alone in his room with the rest of the night to yourselves, this could easily escalate into something it shouldn't, and it's that knowledge that makes you hesitate even though your body is practically screaming out for him.  

“Are-aren't you going to ask if I had a good time?” you ask haltingly, hoping that distraction might prove a successful tactic for keeping you out of the trouble Yoongi's quickly leading you into.  He looks genuinely abashed for a second, like he's cross with himself for being so forward and forgetting his manners.  Not that he needs them, not really.  Yoongi could just grunt and point and you'd probably still drop your panties for him at a moment’s notice.  

“I’m sorry, princess.  Did you have fun??” he asks sincerely, pressing his cheek to your blouse as he looks up at you, squeezing his arms to hug your hips.  You nod your head with a little smile, reaching down to move the black bangs that have fallen in front of his pretty eyes.  “And Sam, was she ok?”  Again you nod and he smiles, pleased that you were able to enjoy yourself away from the house for a change.  

You might have been trying to distract Yoongi, but somehow you've ended up shooting yourself in the foot.  Now he's acting so sweetly you just want to kiss him more than ever, and apparently, he feels the same way.  

“Can I have that kiss, now?” he asks, the heat in his eyes contradicting the sweetness of his tone, his fingers kneading at the flesh of your waist impatiently.  Oh, you're so done for.  

“I thought I was here for my lesson,” you say, swallowing nervously.  He chuckles, the sexiest smirk appearing on his face as he cocks his head to the side.

“There are lots of things I can teach you if you'll let me,” Yoongi purrs lowly, hitching your blouse up a little way so he can nuzzle his nose against the soft swell of your stomach, still fit to burst after such a large meal.  “I know what a fast learner you are.”  Your breathing rate is starting to increase along with your pulse, your mind beginning to race as it wonders what exactly he might have in mind.

“I'm not sure we should…” you murmur half-heartedly, your eyes flopping closed at the feel of Yoongi's lips trailing their way across the line where your skin disappears below your jeans.

“Blame me,” he tells you, his hands travelling downward to rest on your behind and squeezing firmly.  “Tell Jimin it was all my idea.”  You shiver at the cold breath his words blow across your skin, feeling your resolve melt away more with every kiss he presses to you.  

“It is all your idea,” you half-laugh, half-groan as you open up your eyes to find him looking back up at you, the desire on his face all too plain to see.  His fingers wander their way around your belt loops to come to rest at the front of your jeans and the button there, but before he pops it open Yoongi flicks his eyes up to yours and waits until you give him a tiny, breathless nod of consent.  

He hums your name thoughtfully as he pulls at your jeans, ignoring the jarring sound of your zipper as it's forced open, holding eye contact with you as he peels them off of your hips and shimmies them down, chewing on his bottom lip like you are, too.  He reaches up to pull that wet, red lip from between your teeth, leaving his fingertip resting at the juncture of the two for just a moment.

“Have you ever sucked a cock before, princess?”  You feel your knees weaken a little bit at his question, amazed that he can make such dirty words sound so innocent and yet still make you throb all over.  You shake your head no, unable to string two words together, and you can tell from the way Yoongi's mouth twitches at the corners that he's really pleased that he’s stolen this particular first right out from under Jimin's nose.  “What about my cock, hm?  Would you like to suck on mine?”  

Your mouth is suddenly bone dry, your eyes darting down to trace the long outline of Yoongi’s eager erection encased inside his jeans.  You're not sure how on earth you'll ever be able to fit it all in but you very quickly realise that you really don't care, your mouth re-filling with saliva the more you think about it sliding past your lips.  You'll figure it out as you go along if you have to - all you know is that it suddenly seems like the best idea there's ever been, and you're more than eager to give it a try.

“Yes please,” you mumble, hot all over with embarrassment that has you looking at the floor and not in his eyes, automatically stepping out of the jeans that have pooled at your feet.  

“Hey,” he says softly, reaching out to take your hand from your side, wrapping it in his own and giving a gentle tug to make you look at him again.  “You don't have to be so meek and mild with me, ok?  I don't need you to ask nicely or beg or whatever it is Jimin makes you do.  I'll give you whatever you want, gongjunim… I just wanna make you feel good.”  

“I want to make you feel good, too,” you tell him, meaning every word.   

Your mind is so at war with itself, confused as to how you can love and desire two very different approaches to sex all at once, and both just as much as the other.  You love the way Jimin makes you feel; dominated, possessed, overwhelmed.  It feels safe because he's in control, but with Yoongi you feel safe too… just in a very different way.  With Yoongi you never feel out of control.  Needy, yes, at the mercy of your own hormones, most definitely, but he's so attentive to you that you feel certain you wouldn't even need to say anything aloud and he'd still know if you wanted him to stop.  

“You will, princess,” he reassures you, smiling softly, rubbing his thumb along the backs of your knuckles.  “Can I show you how?”