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clubdionysus · 7 months ago

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[BAD DECISION #50] Jeon Jungkook... Again

warnings: a lil pda, exhibitionism, public escapades, no grace! no decorum! fingering, a lil titty worship, oral (m), cowgirl (yeehaw!), squirting, creampie, yum <3

notes: wow i wonder what song came out the week this chapter of bd was first published lmao

wc: 9K

bd total wc: 540k (ongoing)

AO3 | MASTERLIST | MINORS DNI

From across the table, Jeongguk cocks a brow. Hair devastatingly dishevelled, his lopsided grin is an indication not only of the alcohol in his system, but also of the way he kind of just feels drunk around you all the time. He could be as sober as a cold winter's morning, stark and frigid, and yet one look at you, one laugh escaping from your lips, one intrusion of your perfume upon his senses, and he'd go loopy.

This is nothing new. Nothing unprecedented.

But it's also never been so abundantly unashamed in front of your friends.

The slightly tempestuous look in his pretty features is all your fault - but it's your words causing it this time.

Embroiled with a conversation amongst friends, you're all a little loose-lipped. Saying things you'd maybe be a little shyer admitting sober. The topic of discussion is sex, and more specifically, how marriage changes it.

"Oh yeah?" He challenges you. "What makes you so sure you'd never lose the spark with Mr. Hypothetical Disco Ball?"

Jimin laughs at this. "Mr. Hypothetical-" He cuts himself off. Shakes his head. Is still smiling. "Yeah, alright, Jeongguk."

Jeongguk throws him a quick glance, but doesn't bite. Just grins. Turns his attention back to you. "Well?"

"Well, I just wouldn't," you shrug. "Sexual compatibility is like, one of the most important things in a relationship."

The candles flickering in the centre of the table illuminate you in the prettiest of lights, Jeongguk thinks. Now well past everyone's bedtimes, Seoyeon and Yoongi have retired to bed (which is what sparked the entire conversation in the first place). Dokyeom and Seobi weren't far behind, and Nabi's been off chatting with a slightly forlorn-looking Hayun. Part of you feels bad for chewing her out like you did, that the lasting memory of one of her best friends' weddings will be a confrontation with you, but your tolerance has been waning thin. It was only a matter of time until you snapped - and in all honesty, you don't think you were that bad.

Jeongguk hasn't even so much as looked in her direction for the entire evening. You wonder if it comes naturally, or if he's deliberately restraining himself, then decide it's better that you don't know.

Music hums through a small Bluetooth speaker, everyone serving the reception having gone home. A nightwatchman roams occasionally, not disturbing you.

Your less-than-subtle exchange on the dancefloor a little earlier was interrupted by Jimin chaotically rounding up the boys for a sing-along rendition of some song you'd never heard before but that they all knew by heart. A testament to their friendship. A staple in their lives before you met any of them. A show of their friendships. The kind that endure.

Watching on with a fond smile, you'd toyed with the bird around your neck.

Coming to stand beside you, Nabi was smiling, too. Said, "I know this is probably the last thing you want to hear, but she's not all bad. This has just been... hard for her."

And you don't doubt that this all has been hard for Hayun. She'd had a life up in Seoul that she'd given up when she ended it with her boyfriend. Came back to the city for her home comforts only to find a stranger sleeping in the bed that used to be hers. Suddenly didn't know her place and decided you were public enemy number one for stealing it from her.

Or at least, that's how you rationalise it in your head.

"You tell her to send me that text?" You asked a little nonchalantly. "I don't mind. I just want to know."

Nabi was silent for a moment. Sighed. "Thought it might help ease things a little."

Glancing across to her, you offered a small smile. "Was sweet of you to try." You looked back to the boys. Shrugged your shoulders. "It's hard to believe she wants things to be amicable when she does things like that at the dinner table."

Though you were looking ahead, you noticed Nabi nodding. "I'll speak to her."

"Don't worry," you said softly. "It's not the time, nor the place. I can handle her being shitty with me - I just don't want it to interfere with... well, whatever Gguk and I have going on."

"Seobi says you're together."

Denying it would have caused more harm than good by that point.

So you nodded.

"Yeah," you smiled, but it was weak. You didn't want it to seem like you were bragging, especially when it's not even technically accurate. "Yeah. We're together."

Nabi smiled then, too.

"Don't tell her I said this," she started, needing to mention no names. There's no chance in hell you'd tell Hayun anything. "But I'm glad you guys have worked things out. It's the happiest I've seen Jeongguk in a long time."

"Really?" You had chirped. You aren't sure what sparked the surprise - Jeongguk's happiness being out of character or that Nabi was glad you'd worked it out.

"Mhmm," she nodded, equally surprised you don't seem aware of this. That may be why you and Jeongguk are so well-suited - you're both clueless. It's sweet, she thought, even if a bit naive. "He doesn't realise how much of a mood-maker he is, either. When he's happy, the rest of them are too. Things have been really nice, lately."

There was no ulterior motive for Nabi's admittance. No attempt for it to mean anything more than exactly what she said.

Reaching out, she squeezed your arm. "I'll handle Yun. Don't let it ruin your night."

And so she's doing exactly that as the rest of you sit around a single table, half-finished bottles of wine topping up your glasses, or sometimes just being chugged straight from. It's making your life a lot easier, so you appreciate Nabi choosing to speak with Hayun now, but you do also fear a bit of an emotional reaction. You don't want to end the evening with a fight.

However, it's Jeongguk challenging you, now - and oh, how you adore it.

"There's more to a relationship than sex," he says. There's a heat to the way he says that word. Sex . It's sordid, in a way. Something you do. Do together. Alone. In the confines of his room, or yours. Beneath pouring showers, in cheap motel rooms. Nowhere too promiscuous, but it's never too late to change that.

It's a funny thing to think about, sex. How taboo it is, yet how fundamental it is to your lives. Everyone at the table enjoys it, in their own way. Has their own ideals. Preferences. Potentially the most personal of all secrets is how we like to be fucked.

The man opposite you knows all your secrets. Could recite, word for word, an idiot's guide to making you wet. Step one: be Jeongguk. Step two: tits. Step three: call you pretty. Or a slut. Or a pretty slut. Preferably a pretty slut, actually.

Of course, he could write sonnets about it too. Verses that would make angels weep, and the heavens open. Biblical, almost, is the way he adores his pursuits of sin with you. Can't comprehend that is a sin, because nothing feels more heavenly than being inside you. Fucking you. Filling you.

The way he shifts in his position slightly lets you know he's thinking about it. Is excited about the prospect of it.

And yet he's looking at you with eyes that are full of stars, twinkling in delight as they're laughing at you; at your embarrassment for all the times they've witnessed you come undone for him. Teasing, but not mocking. Never mocking.

He's not looking at you like he knows how you like to be fucked.

He's looking at you like he knows how you like to be loved.

"Maybe," you shrug, pushing such silly thoughts away from yourself. "And it's not top of everyone's priority list - but it's pretty high up on mine."

Danbi hums in agreement. "Nothing beats make-up sex."

"You wanna fight real quick?" Taehyung jokes, making her roll her eyes - but the way she looks at him would indicate that a fight is not needed for him to get what he wants. It earns a little laughter from the entire table, and segues the conversation onto some other nonsense about arguments, and how they're important in a relationship, too.

Wrapped up in conversation, you don't notice Jimin reaching for the cigar tin that had been tossed towards the centre of the table. He pops it open, the discussion around him drowning out the sound as he checks how many are left of Yoongi's stash.

Sitting beside him, Jeongguk glances down at the open tin, too. Leans in his chair a little and says something to Jimin you can't hear, but as they both get to their feet, you assume they're going for a smoke. Is confirmed when Jeongguk looks to you, and brings his fingers to his lips, imitating the gesture of taking a toke. Knocks his head to the side, eyes wide and warm, offering you the chance to join.

Shaking your head, you smile. Silently say that it's okay. You'll stay put.

He nods. Purses his lips into a pretty pout and presses a kiss into the air. There's a glimmer of light reflecting from his lips ring, and it catches the attention of Danbi, who watches the pair of you with a smile. When you blow a subtle kiss back, she rolls her eyes. Waits until Jeongguk has left, and Taehyung is embroiled in conversation with Hoseok and Namjoon to quietly say, "You guys are so cute, it makes me sick."

"Hm?" You hum with a smug little grin, taking a sip of your wine. "Who?"

"Oh, give over," she laughs. "You and Mr Hayun's future husband."

Now this does make you laugh. "God, she really was insufferable earlier, wasn't she?"

"Insufferable, insane, take your pick," Danbi nods. "How are you feeling about it all?"

It's a simple question, you think. One that should have a simple answer, but it doesn't.

On the one hand, Hayun made her bed. She can't be throwing tantrums, demanding that she should sleep in yours just because she doesn't like the sheets she chose.

You know it's not that simple.

"A little guilty," you awkwardly admit, only to be met with a look of bewilderment from Danbi. Laughing, you gesture to indicate it's not how it sounds. "No, I just mean... She's clearly suffering at the moment, isn't she? Why else be that be delusional?"

"Some people just are."

"Yeah, but she doesn't strike me as the type," you shrug. "Like, I don't understand how she would have fit into a group of friends like this acting like that , you know? Gguk said once that she's threatened by me, 'cause I've stolen her 'place' - and I just don't understand how the place I'm in could have ever belonged to her. There's gotta be more to it."

Danbi isn't so sure. Thinks that perhaps Hayun has always been awful - but Jeongguk also once told you that just because you've only seen the bad doesn't mean there isn't any good.

Which is funny, 'cause as Jeongguk exhales ashy air from his lungs, back against a wall separating a garden from a seating area, cigar in hand, he's saying the exact opposite.

"Just never realised how bad it was," he admits. Shakes his head. Passes the cigar over to Jimin, 'cause it's the last of the lot. "And now B has to bear the brunt of it. Just isn't fair."

Jimin nods as he takes a toke. The end of the cigar glows as he does so. Takes him a second or so to reply.

"Take it you heard what she said to DB earlier?" Jimin asks, to which Jeongguk nods. "Seobi?"

It's Jeongguk who nods, now, to let him know that yes, it was Seobi who told him. Just a casual comment said in passing. The mention of you, and how pleased she is for him. Teasing of his bashful smile, and then, "Hayun was trying to wind her up earlier."

"Hm?" Jeongguk had hummed.

"Something about a pact, and a frozen cake," is all Seobi had followed it up with. "Anyway, your girl's got a good head on her shoulders - just thought you should know."

He isn't really sure what he thought he had been expecting - that Hayun would come through with her promise of a white flag? No. He didn't think that at all.

It was part of the reason he didn't encourage you to make peace. Knew she'd do something like this. Knows, because she used to do it to him, too. Fight with him, and make him feel as if he'd done something wrong. Would always apologise first, just so that she could use it for their next inevitable argument. Would question the integrity of his dedication to their friendship. Say shit like, 'you never apologise' , or 'I'm always the one trying to fix things.'

A few moons ago, you had fought with Jeongguk over Hayun, and her ability to walk all over him. He had told you that she was trying to make things right, and he'd believed it. Believed her . Just like he always had done.

Makes him queasy to think of it, now.

These days he sees it for what it actually was; years of manipulation foolishly understood to be genuine care. The things she 'fixed' were only ever broken by her in the first place, and Jeongguk suffered in silence for fear of tarnishing her reputation. He didn't want people to think she was a bad person, because he genuinely did care.

Did. Past tense. Doesn't give a shit anymore, and also doesn't have to worry about her reputation. She's tarnishing that by herself, alone. He doesn't care to polish it. Will let it rust, and fall into disrepair, and she'll only have herself to blame.

Like the cake baked in the haze of his infatuation, his fondness for her was left to go stale by Hayun. He'd thrown the cake out before he'd even met you. Jimin's orders. An indication that perhaps it shouldn't have just been the cake - should have been the girl, too.

"I've already told her to back off," Jeongguk divulges as Jimin passes him back the cigar. "She's hell-bent on... I don't even know what. She's just being a pain in my arse."

"Well, that's exactly it," Jimin supposes. "Pain in your arse, thorn in DB's side. She's causing you both issues. Conditioning you to associate DB with, I dunno, the feeling of being annoyed, or whatever. Psychology. I reckon Joon'll know the right terms."

"Think the right term is 'being a bitch'," Jeongguk smirks, but is scornful in his tone. It's rare for him to speak so bitterly, and especially about Hayun, but at times like this, it's justified.

"You're not wrong," Jimin laughs. Is rather pleased at the change in Jeongguk's tone. Once upon a time, he thought he'd never see the day.

Jimin has seen Jeongguk through it all. Knows he has a tendency to go a little loopy when he thinks he's in love.

Jeongguk's not been like that with you. Okay, yes, fine, he's done some obscure things and is a little bit of a seasoned fibber now, when it comes to the nature of your relationship - but it's all harmless. Aced his exams even despite his infatuation, which is a rarity. He's perfectly smart and absolutely capable of getting the best grades, but often he lets his heart take priority over his head.

Stern in how carefully you made sure he studied, Jimin knows your influence on him was good. Knows you've the potential to help push him in the right direction for many years to come. Hopes that it will come naturally, and not as a burden.

"If you want Hayun to treat you guys with respect, then you've gotta do it too," Jimin adds after a moment of soft contemplation.

A frown settles into Jeongguk's features, affronted by the suggestion he doesn't respect you. Of course he does.

"Watcha mean?" He asks, a little agitated in his tone.

"In the sense that you keep downplaying what you are," Jimin says kindly, knowing that he's struck a nerve. Wants to remedy the situation, but also knows if anyone can be honest with Jeongguk, then it's him. "Now, you know I love you both - but if I have to hear either one of you say 'oohh, we're just friends' one more time, I will skin you both alive."

Admittedly, this does make Jeongguk smirk a little. "I feel like that's an overreaction."

"I feel like it's an underreaction. Has been driving me mad for months," Jimin deadpans, but Jeongguk knows he's joking. "Look, just sit with her when we go back in. Show us all, whether you explicitly state it or not, that you want to be with her."

Jeongguk doesn't reply. Just takes a final toke on the cigar before stubbing it out against the wall.

"Gguk," Jimin says softly. "Nobody cares what you do, or where you sit. There are only two other people in that room who will care, and only one of them has an opinion that should mean anything to you. Do what you like - but Noah would always sit next to Allie. Always."

The table you're all sitting around is large and round, with a tablecloth worth more than the dress you're wearing covering the surface. It drapes over your knees and keeps you warm in the chill of night that's taken hold of the venue. You could, of course, put Jeongguk's blazer back on, but it's currently over the back of your chair.

Though it's easy to forget, when the surroundings are so beautiful, you're still technically outside. The pavilion walls offer no shielding from nature - and that includes the bugs flittering around in search of light.

Thankfully, given the time of year, there aren't that many, and one of the candles has the citronella scent that you know is supposed to keep them away.

There's one pest that you don't mind intruding on your personal space, though, and as he chooses to take the seat beside yours, you're quietly pleased.

Glancing across, you welcome him back. "Hey."

With an arm resting on the table, the other falling to your lap, Jeongguk leans across and presses an incredibly small kiss to your shoulder. It's intrinsically natural, as if he's been doing it for years. Knows he'll be doing it for years to come, so what difference does it make?

Though you don't verbalise a response, you feel a warmth bloom on your cheeks, and a pretty smile on your lips. There's a shyness to you. An inability to know how to act.

He's sitting so close to you that your chair may as well become a loveseat. The scent of cigar smoke sticks to him. It dawns on you all rather quickly how much you'd like to taste it. You think of his tongue, and how it so often strokes against yours. The pressure of his lips. His hands on your waist. Pretty whispers in your ears.

The hand of his that had fallen to your lap takes advantage of the split up the side of your dress. Slips beneath the material. Grips your thigh.

And still, he says nothing. Is listening into the conversation beside him. Laughs at all the right times. Adds adlibs to the anecdotes of his friends.

Yet his grip remains firm.

It's not until he hears you embroiled in conversation with Namjoon and Hoseok that his grip eases - only to then trail higher.

Jimin was right. Noah would always sit next to Allie.

But Jeongguk isn't Noah. He never had to strong-arm you into a date. It just sort of happened.

Just like the birds, and the revelations of fears and everything that came as a result of them - they just sort of happened.

The one thing that was always calculated was the way in which he would touch you. How it would benefit you. Serve your purpose. Help you.

In turn, yes, it would help him but it was never the primary principle. Maybe it's wrong for him to associate emotional intimacy so much with physical acts, but he's always been this way. Jimin's earlier critiques ring in Jeongguk's ears. Part of him fear he's about to take things too far - but fears are made to be faced with you.

He doesn't make it obvious as he husks. "What's the word, B?"

There's only one word it could be. It's reserved for one thing, and one thing only - and the way Jeongguk's hand is getting closer and closer to the warmth of your pussy, it would suggest that's exactly what he's after.

"Chess," you reply, a little breathless at the fact he's asking you that in this moment. You think if he were to ever sit down and play chess, he'd get a boner instantly. Associates it too closely with fucking you. "Gguk-"

He turns to you for a moment. Smiles. Says, "Don't let me distract you. Say the word, and I'll stop," then returns to his own conversation. Acts as if his thumb isn't stroking across the lace of your underwear. Acts as if he isn't teasing you beneath table, with all of your friends around.

You lean forward a little in your chair to protect yourself from any prying eyes. The tablecloth hides you away, but you're not an idiot. Jeongguk's hand is under the table. Sure it'll probably just look like it's on your lap, but you know it isn't.

He grips your thigh. Pulls your legs apart just a tiny bit. Just enough so that his index and middle finger can press against you.

It takes everything in you not to gasp.

Instead, you make a point to contribute to the conversation. "Yeah, but he's a little overrated, don't you think?"

Namjoon and Hoseok focus their full attention on you. Are shocked you would say such a thing.

You're shocked by the way Jeongguk begins to pulse the pressure of his fingers.

He's in his own conversation with Danbi. Is laughing. Sounds so pretty. You bet he looks it, too. God . The way he feels is divine. Takes everything in you not to react.

"I'm sorry?!" Hoseok shrieks.

"Yeah, sorry, gonna have to agree to disagree on that one," Namjoon says. "KAWS is an icon."

"But everything is so... samey," you argue. Truth be told, you like the novelty of his collections, and remember the first time Hoseok managed to snag one of his pieces. His sheer elation at owning some of his favourite artists' work is enough for you to like KAWS by association at the very least. You're just to say something that will get them talking - 'cause the docile roaming of Jeongguk's fingers is getting harder to ignore. "Hobes, have you told Namjoon about yours?"

A little bashful but desperately wanting to boast, Hoseok jumps at the chance - and just in time because you need to give Jeongguk a look.

Not a ' chess ' type look. Just a ' why the fuck are you the hottest man alive?' look.

"Hm?" he hums when he clocks you glancing over to him. "You good, B?"

He speaks loudly. Makes your conversation known. Not secret.

"Yeah," you say, and it's remarkable how controlled your voice is, given the fact he's now pushing your underwear to the side. It's just a thong. No hardship - though he'd rather you weren't wearing one at all. "All good. You?"

There's a little height to your pitch. Beneath his slacks, Jeongguk's cock throbs.

"Perfectly fine, baby."

"Baby?" you smirk at the public use of such a name. No one else is listening to your conversation - but they could be, and that's what makes it so erotic. That, and that fact he's playing with your pussy, but that's neither here nor there. Quietly, hiding the conversation now, you ask, "Why?"

All he does is shrug. Smiles. Pulls his hand from between your legs and is insatiably pleased to see a frown automatically appear in the form of a pretty little pout on your lips. He almost thinks you whine, but it's so cutely quiet it's hard to tell.

He glances across to the rest of the table, making sure no one is paying attention to you - then subtly brings his fingers to his lips. Anyone looking would think resting them in a contemplative pose. Wouldn't notice the small kiss against the side of his index finger, or how it hides his tongue swiping the taste of you off of it.

You say nothing. Swallow.

Eventually, he replies all rather nonchalantly.

"Said it's important," he reminds you. Clarifies, "That sex is important for longevity." From the corner of his eye, he can see Nabi and Hayun returning to the table. Boner killer. "You wanna head back to the rooms?"

You've spotted them, too. Know it's probably why he wants to leave.

But you shake your head.

"I never said chess," you shrug. Turn your focus away from him, and lean so that your elbows are on the table, obscuring anyone's view of your lap.

Taking the bait, Jeongguk also resumes his previous position. Smirks, and knocks his head to the side when he lowers his hand only to find your legs already spread for him. "Fair play, B. Checkmate."

Oh, it's serene hearing him declare you a winner as Hayun takes her seat. He pays her no attention as his middle finger slips straight beneath the lace, and sinks into your soaked hole. His depth is shallow, the positioning not ideal, but you know this isn't about an orgasm - and it makes you wanna whine.

Still, you glance back and whisper, "Don't make me cum."

He breathes out an airy laugh. Shakes his head with a smile so bright it could blind. "You think I'd give them the luxury of witnessing that?"

"Touche," you say, but cut yourself short as he gets a little deeper and closer to your sweet spot. You know if he gets it, you're in trouble. Still, you temper your reaction. Subdue it - but he can feel you clenching. He knows.

Taking a sip on your wine, you clock Hayun's eyes on you. Raise your brows. Smile, as you put your glass back down. Raise one of your hands in front of your mouth as you lean across to Jeongguk and whisper, "You ever do this with her?"

He turns to you. Is stern in his gaze. Pushes his index finger into you, too. Smirks as a soft groan catches in your throat, just for him to hear. "Never."

You nod. Smile. Are satisfied with his answer, and how he feels as his fingers begin to gently scissors inside you. The way you wanna moan for him is outrageous. Would do anything he asks of you right now.

"Good."

Jeongguk has done so much with you that he'd never dare of doing with anyone else. You've sparked something in him; started a fire that he doesn't think will ever burn out. It's almost like there's a star where his heart once was.

"What about you, DB?" Jimin calls across the table, getting you involved in his conversation. Hayun is sitting beside him, so you know that's exactly why he's doing it.

"Hm?" you hum for clarification, and Jeongguk doesn't even think about stopping what he's doing. Your chin rests in the palm of one of your hands, while the other goes to wrap around his wrist and give you a little bit of control - also makes it look like you're holding hands, but that's totally not what you want Hayun to think is happening.

He's gentle as strokes upwards. Moves only his fingers. Is as subtle as he can be.

"Playing would you rather," he explains. "Big honeymoon or big wedding?"

"Oh, honeymoon, for sure," you say. Look across to Jeongguk, and say, "You?"

His eyes are soft as he looks at you as if he isn't two knuckles deep inside you. "You said honeymoon?"

You nod.

He reciprocates.

"In that case," he faces Jimin again. Smiles. Brushes his thumb against your clit. "Honeymoon."

It's taking everything in you not to fucking fold.

You're so wet that you're pretty sure there must be indicators of your arousal on your dress, which mortifies you - but you need to leave. Need him alone.

"Gambit," you say beneath your breath, eyebrows knitting together as your body twists ever so slightly.

And he just fucking laughs. Admittedly, he does slow his fingers, which is ideal, then husks, "Gambit? Who the fuck taught you that?"

"Google," you reply, and he notices how breathless you seem to be. The eyes you're looking at him with are desperate. Repeat the chess term: "Gambit."

He nods. Pauses his movements completely. It's not 'chess', but he's understanding you need a breather.

"You wanna go, B?"

The way you nod - eyes all wide and pitiful, lips pouty and desperate for him - revokes any ability he has to be difficult.

"Okay, baby," he nods back. "Give me a couple of minutes, okay?"

Glancing down to his lap, you know exactly why he can't stand - and it's the exact same reason you hope you won't be able to stand properly come tomorrow morning. Slowly pulling his fingers from you, Jeongguk is careful. As hot as it was knowing he was inside you and nobody knew, the awareness of exactly what he was doing dawns on him. Would mortified if anyone realised. In fact, if they knew, he might just die.

His desire to work you up in front of other people has been a work in progress. Since that first time he teased you about fucking you right so that Jimin could learn pointers from him, it's grown and grown. There's something incredibly sordid about it. He doesn't even realise how fast his heart is beating. Thought he'd had control on the situation, but it was more like the situation had control on him.

Fingers wet, he keeps them on your thigh. Not really caring about your own mess, you put your hand over his. Intertwine your fingers. Are aware of how nasty and dirty it is - but it only makes you want him more.

You've both had a few too many drinks. Are both in the market to make some bad decisions.

And as you excuse yourselves from the table a couple of minutes later, Jeongguk's blazer over your shoulders, your arm wrapped around his waist, everyone knows exactly what's happening.

"Not on my bed!" Jimin calls after you both, as the rest of your friends joke and tease at your expense - as if they wouldn't do the same.

"Fuck off," Jeongguk yells right back, but is smiling as he does so. Presses a kiss to your hair. Whispers, "Ignore them."

"What?" you giggle. "Are we not gonna do it on his bed?"

"No, we're not," Jeongguk laughs right back. "Though now you mention it, when we're back home, we should probably rectify your lack of orgasms in his bedroom-"

"We are not fucking in his room."

" Sure ."

Truth be told, you'll fuck Jeongguk anywhere - especially when you're as desperate as you are now.

The pair of you haphazardly make your way back to the hanoks. There's not a second that goes by that isn't filled with laughter or mumbles of adoration. Occasionally, he'll pull you in for a kiss, and sometimes you'll do the same. It's all very sickening.

Above you, carefully planned by the happy couple for their big day, a full moon smiles down on you. Bathes you in her light. The skies are clear, stars abundant, yet none shine as brightly as the pair of you do.

When you reach your home for the night, Jeongguk wastes no time. Kicks off his shoes, and as you're getting rid of yours, he unhooks Hoseok's name from your door, and swaps it with his own.

"What?" he grins when you reprimand him. "It'll give him and Joon a chance to snuggle up."

"Jimin'll be a third wheel, again," you laugh pitifully.

"Maybe," Jeongguk nods, pulling around your waist to get you closer. Presses a teeny tiny kiss to your nose. "You have any idea how much I would have killed for the chance to snuggle up with you from the get-go? I'm doing them a favour."

"Oh, so you've always been obsessed?" You tease.

"Obsessed," he nods, and sinks down into a kiss. "Plus who knows - maybe Jimin will snuggle with them too. I hear polyamory is getting popular these days."

"Are you saying you wanna be poly?" you raise a brow, deliberately winding him up.

"Not a fuckin' chance," he grins. Keeps holding you tight as he guides you both to the room that now has both of your names on the door. He locks it as soon as you're inside, 'cause there's no way he isn't getting you naked tonight. "Never sharing. Too greedy." There's a tenderness to his hands as he cups our jaw. Pulls you in for a kiss, lips soft, tongue timid. As he pulls away, nose nudging again yours, he whispers, "I want to be with you, B. I don't care about the dates. Nothing will change between now and finishing them."

"If that's the case, there's no harm in waiting?" you toy with him a little, secretly in full agreement. You just like to wind him up a little too much for your own good.

"'Cause I don't wanna," he simply states. Pulls back a little and removes his touch from your skin. Hangs his head, chin to his chest. Shakes it. Looks at you once more, and you swear his eyes have never had such a gravitational pull to them before. You wanna drown in them; sink into his abyss. But then he frowns, and says, "I need to know that this what you want, 'cause if you turn around decide that you don't, I-"

The way he cuts himself off is painful.

"Gguk," you say, reaching for his hands. Pull him closer. "Hey?" you whisper, a hand on his cheek, aligning his gaze with yours. "I want you in any capacity you'll let me have you."

It's true. You want him as your lover, but you'll take him as your friend, if that's what he so desires. Feel honoured to know him. Think that perhaps he was put on this earth just for you.

"All of them," he whispers, nudging his nose against yours. There's a neediness to him now. Desperation. "Every capacity that exists. Every universe, every reincarnation, all of it. B, I want it all."

"You're right," you smile, pressing your lips up against his. "You are greedy."

"Told you so."

It's sweet, the way Jeongguk plonks himself down on one of the floor mattresses. Cute how he pouts, and reaches out for your hands. Adorable, even, when he gently pulls you onto his lap.

You're still in his blazer, so he pulls it open a little and dips his hand into the inside pocket. You'd noticed something in there earlier, but had just assumed it was a pen, or a lighter. It's his jacket after all, not yours.

Which is why you're so pleasantly surprised, all purry and pliant, when he pulls a tube of your liquid glitter from it.

"You wore less than normal today," he says. It isn't critical. Just an observation.

"Was worried it'd look weird in the photos," you admit. It was one of many reasons you chose to tone it down.

Watching with a fond smile as Jeongguk unscrews the cap, you say nothing. Just wait for him to hold the end of the wand by your face. Tilt your head ever so slightly so that he has access to your cheekbone.

"Would have looked pretty," he hums, as he begins to dab it against your skin. Smiles, when it begins to sparkle. Taps it out with his finger. Gets himself all glittery, too. Curls his finger and uses it to turn your chin and give him access to your other cheek. Repeats his steps. "The glitteriest girl."

Almost as if you're only just realising, you smile. "You really like the glitter, huh?"

The way Jeongguk nods, nibbling down on his bottom lip, looking at the glitter as he taps it out, has your heart beaming. "You know I do."

"Sometimes I forget," you smile a little cheekily, flirting with him for the sake of it.

Realigning your head, Jeongguk admires his handwork. Says, "Well, you shouldn't. I love it."

There's a silence between you both that is equal parts comfortable and terrifying. He could have just said he likes it. He chose to elevate the way he feels about your trivial little cosmetic choices. Deliberately, you think.

Are unaware that it was totally mindless. Uncalculated. Just a simple truth. He loves your glitter.

Nose nudging up against his, your body begins to move in a way that gets Jeongguk a little breathless. Glitter discarded to the side, his hands take command of your waist. Lets you take control of this moment, but is still very much an active participant.

Lips pressing down into his, you revel in the sensation of Jeongguk; how his stunted breaths feel against your cheek, exhaled through his nose, how with every press of his lips, his hands get tighter, too. There's something impressive about the tandem way in which his body works. He's forever aiming to please. Tries so hard.

And as you begin to grind against the bulge in his trousers, he's trying his best not just to give in and let you have him. Not for any reason. Just 'cause he always wants this to last as long as it possibly can.

While you'd normally agree, you're too needy to play the long game.

Reaching down for his belt, you're pleased that he lets you. Pleased when he pushes the blazer off your shoulders and down your arms. You shake it off, while he finishes unbuckling his belt.

"Sure?" he asks, just because he doesn't want you to regret not living up to the five-date rule.

"Positive," you nod, lips crashing against his as your hands clumsily race to unbutton his shirt. He reciprocates, pulling on the bows tied above your shoulders, letting your dress fall to reveal the barely-there underwear you're wearing. It's the dresses fault. You hadn't planned on looking so scandalous, but it was the only bra of yours that wouldn't show.

Mesh with a little lace detailing over your nipples, Jeongguk's never seen it before. Is always pleasantly surprised when he's greeted with a new way to find you unbearably sexy.

"God, I'm gonna fuck you so hard," he grits, not even realising he's saying it before he tugs the mesh down. His lips wrap around your nipple, sucking without hesitation. Your head is thrown back, the sensation so terribly missed. Hands in his hair, your body is his to devour.

Tongue swirling around your hardened bud, he truly is a new man because of you. Seldom days pass without thoughts of your tits, and how much he likes to suck on them. Something about it just gets him so hard. He knows he could probably work out some primal reason to do with fertility or whatever the fuck it is, but he doesn't care to. All he cares about is how much cock aches in his pants whenever he's got your nipples in his mouth.

"So good," you whine. "Fuck."

He switches sides, caressing your other nipple with his thumb to keep the pleasure going. He'd do this for hours, if you let him. Doesn't realise you totally would.

Humming a purr of pleasure as he sucks, Jeongguk lashes splay over his cheeks. He's so pretty when he's like this, you always think. So gorgeous when he's yours.

"Keep doing that, baby," you whine, and the sweetness of such a name makes him whine, too.

Pulling away for just a moment, Jeongguk dapples your chest in kisses as he presses your tits together. Manipulates them to get your nipples as close together as he possibly can - then wraps his lips around them both.

The curse you let out is euphoric. Has him smiling.

His tongue is wet as he licks across your nipples, head darting from side to side. He keeps your tits pressed close together and builds his speed. Doesn't ease up, but occasionally he does dip forward ward to suck on one of your nipples quickly.

It's as he's doing this that you get to work on his trouser buttons, desperate to do the exact same thing to his cock.

Pulling away, you strip yourself of your dress as Jeongguk rids himself of his clothes. It's frantic in a way that you haven't known for quite some time. Desperate. Pathetic.

And yet as you're greeted with the sight of his swollen cock, all big and engorged, leaking at the tip from how badly he wants to be inside you, you pause. Let the breathlessness of your chest heave as you get into position between his legs.

Slow as you sink into a feline pose, one of your hands instantly wraps around the base of his thick cock. "I've missed this so much."

Jeongguk grunts. "It's missed-" your tongue runs up his shaft. "Oh, fuck."

Words are difficult for him to form as you take his cock in your mouth. Just like him, you're not wasting any precious time. All you want is to make him feel good - and as your mouth wets him, tongue caressing, hand tight around his base, he knows he'll never love another pair of lips more (though your pussy is a close second (or joint first ( undoubtedly joint first))).

"Fuck," he grits as his hand tangles in the back of your hair, pushing you a little further onto his cock. There's something about this loss of autonomy that gets you wild. Makes you wanna submit to each and every one of his commands - and so you sink down even deeper than he's making you. Indicating permission for him to be rougher - but instead, grip still at the base of your hair, he pulls your back. Is unbelievably turned on by the breathlessness of you, pouty lips covered in spit, desperate to be around his cock.

It only serves to make you fucking drip when you realise he's panting too. "Need a chess gesture," he husks. Wants to be rough, but you're both drunk. Doesn't think it's the right time. "Can't say it when you're giving head."

"I'll just hit your leg, or something," you tell him, not giving a fuck and dipping back down to take him again - but his grip on your hair says otherwise.

"Uh-uh," he grunts, using the grip to pull you up again. There's something so innately dominant about it that makes you whine. He pulls you further upwards, dropping a hand to your waist to help his agenda. Gets you on his lap. His tongue in your mouth. His grunts in your throat. His heart in your chest. "I've missed this so much. You know how many times I've watched those videos?"

You know the ones he's talking about; the one filmed together in moments of lewdness. Moments that would look tame compared to how animalistic you both are now.

"Tell me," you pant, as you begin to grind against him, desperately hoping he'll choose to push up inside you.

"On repeat," he whispers against your throat, nipping it with his teeth. "Watched them on fuckin repeat, B."

"Yeah?" You purr. "You like watching me play with myself?"

"You know I fuckin' do."

"It makes you cum?" You ask, as if it even needs an answer. You just like it when he gets all chatty. Have missed how loose his lips get when the blood rushes from his brain to his balls.

" You make me cum," he grunts, all dignity evading him. Swears down he wouldn't even get close to an orgasm if it wasn't you in those damn videos. "I watch you , and I think about how you feel, how you taste. How you smell. Fuck. I see you like that, and it makes me wanna see it in motion all over again. 3D. Off-screen. Videos are good, but fuck ."

"This is better?" You softly whine as you finally sink down onto his cock, unprotected, and frankly without a fuck to give.

"You really do ask some stupid fuckin' questions," he smirks. Presses his lips into yours. Is rough. Doesn't care for perfection. Pushes deeper into you, and revels at the way your body stretches for him, the whine in your throat an indicator of just how badly you've needed this. "Normally so smart when you're on my cock, arent you? Huh? What's got you so dumb today, baby?"

Does he really expect you to form cognitive thoughts when his thick cock is stretching you out for the first time in forever? He must be mad.

"You," is all you manage to husk before his lips crash down onto yours, hips pulsing into a rhythm that has you moaning into his mouth. "Gguk-"

"That's it, baby," he whines. "Taking me so well."

There's an undeniable chemistry between you both; an acknowledgement that sex has never been like this with anyone else. That if you lose this, you'll never find it anywhere else. Jeongguk knows it just as damn well as you do. Refuses to let that ever be a reality.

His eyes drop to where your bodies meet, his thick shaft pushing into your swollen pussy. Finds himself breathless. Swallowing. Groaning, "Tell me how it feels."

He needs confirmation that you're going out of your mind like he is - and of course you are. It's the whole reason you can barely speak.

"So good," you gasp out. "Making me feel so good."

"Yeah, baby?"

"Yeah," you nod helplessly, brows furrowed, mouth ajar. There's a beauty to the way you bounce on his cock, and how the rest of your body moves too. Jeongguk thinks you should be in one of those red-light district shows in Amsterdam. Knows he'd pay an insane amount of money to watch you have sex - but the fact he gets to fuck you? For free? Ain't no way he'll ever take it for granted. Brushes his thumb against your clit and squeezes at your chest. He wants you to know how much he desires every single part of you. "Fuck, Gguk."

"Shush, shush, shush," he hushes you fondly, covering your mouth with his hand, pulling your chest down to his. Your hair cascades around his face, and he's glad for it. Wants to suffocate in everything you are. "Too loud, gorgeous."

"Thought you wanted people to know?"

"I want them to know I make you moan," he teases, uncertain of when your friends will head back, too. "Don't want them to know how you moan."

He's got a funny way of showing it as his arm wraps around your back to hold you in place as his hips begin to pulse up into you at such a speed you can't help but whine. His spare hand claps your wrists and holds them behind your back, too, rendering you at his complete mercy.

"Shhh," he coos, as if you can stop.

The only option is to bite down on his shoulder - and he finds that it only serves to turn him on even more.

"Good girl, baby," he praises. "Keep it quiet."

"Fuck you," you pant, but have to bite down again immediately with the way his hips thrash against yours. He's deliberately making this hard for you. Enjoys the way you can barely contain how he makes you feel.

There's a silkiness to the way he fucks you, his cock fitting you perfectly. The warmth of your walls and the pace of his hips creates a sensation that could never be matched. Will never be matched.

Turning your head to the side, you press kisses up his neck, barely able to control your whines. He tilts his head to meet yours, and kisses you without reservation. Is utterly consumed. The weight of your body on top of his is so comforting, and yet the sensation of your hot walls tightening around him is insanely sexy. You make him feel a dozen different emotions with each passing second. It's overwhelming. Unbearable. Too good to ever stop.

"Babe," you whimper as a familiar sensation begins to make itself known.

"I know," he nods. "Me, too. Oh God, you're so fucking good, baby."

You shake your head. You don't think he does know. Use all your core strength to sit up. He lets you without hesitation, and drops his grip. Knows you're gonna do whatever you need to do to make this good for yourself - and you start rubbing against yourself with more speed than he thinks he's ever seen, he realises what you meant.

There's a soft whine reserved for moments like these; that only come with orgasms like this one. Jeongguk wants to bottle them up. Save them forever. Instead, just has to drink them in, and watch on as the most beautiful, outrageous display of sensuality he's ever seen takes place right in front of him.

"Oh, fuck," he curses. Nods. Encourages. "All over me, baby. C'mon, Byeol. You know how I like it. Squirt for me."

His hips pick up the pace. He knows you need it. Knows that it only happens when you're overwhelmed by pleasure, and needs it more than he needs his own orgasm. Isn't even thinking about it.

The way you're whining, all breathless and pathetic, is like music to his ears. Spanking against your clit, you feel a numbness in your arms. The control you have is waning, the state of pleasure simply too much. It shoots from your toes to your tummy, and then there's nothing you can do except let the onslaught of your pleasure gush around his shaft.

"That's it," he encourages, still pulsing his hips for you. "Yeah, you got it, baby. That's it- fuck ."

Whimpering as you soak him, you can barely manage to get a word out, but manage to stutter, "Inside. Inside ."

He doesn't need telling twice. Waits until he can't take the clenching of your walls any longer, but can't wait it out entirely. Groans as his cock pumps into your pussy, coating your walls with his thick, hot, cum. The way his whines, eyes closed, back arching, chest stuttering is pathetic. Lewd. Gorgeous.

Collapsing down onto his chest, you can't speak. Nor can he. Are in a mutual state of fucked fucked out bliss. You're breathing far too heavily. It's a miracle you can breathe at all.

One of his hands lazily comes to rub up and down your back. Though he doesn't utter a word, you know that he's feeling the exact same way you are.

Soft in how he touches you, Jeongguk presses a kiss into your hair. Rubs a flat palm over his face. Exhales the deepest breath known to man, and eventually says, "I'm never going that long without fucking you ever again."

You laugh now, still breathless. "Almost forgot how good it was."

"Liar," he smiles, and presses a kiss to your bare shoulder, now. "The way we fuck, B... You don't forget shit like that."

Turning your head, you press a sweet kiss into his lips and ignore the uncomfortable dampness between you both.

The world is always quiet in the comedown of sex with Jeongguk. It's like there's an emptiness, for nothing will ever compare. You're not sure if it's a lifetime or mere minutes before you both eventually get up. A shower is needed and your friends are yet to head to bed, so you're in the clear. Shower together in one of the two shared bathrooms amongst you all. Jeongguk holds you constantly. Washes you. Kisses you endlessly. Treats you with such adoration you don't think you'll ever be able to convince anyone you're 'just friends'.

Tucked in the corners of the Hanok, the journey to your room from the bathroom is only six or seven steps. Wrapped in fluffy white towels - packed by Jeongguk, of course - you're both in a state of bliss as you begin to walk to your room. It'd be perfection, if the grating voice of a little shit who loves being proven right didn't start cackling.

"Hello, lovers," Jimin beams.

"Oh, fuck," you say in unison.

Thing is, it's not just Jimin.

It's everyone .

Jeongguk does not have the capacity to deal with any of them. Hurries you into your room.

"Get fucked, Jimin," he calls back, the sound of his housemate's laughter echoing into the night.

"I'd tell you the same," Jimin yells back with absolute joy as the door slams behind Jeongguk. "But I'm pretty sure you already have!"

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ta3hyungtwinflme · 2 months ago

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Suga Kisses (Producer!Min Yoongi x Reader)

Description: Your friend Min Yoongi asks you for a favor. He needs help with background vocals to a song he's making. When he tells you what you need to do you have to make a choice if the decision is too much to handle...

Author's preface: Hi guys, this is my first time writing smut I hope you enjoy it.

Warnings: Detailed masterbation, mildly switch, choking, degrading, oral f receiving and m receiving, unprotected sex, praising, hair pulling, penetration, breast play

Also, I’m very open to doing part 2's; if you want me to do part 2 of any of my one shots, I'll try my best to write another part.

I lay on my bed scrolling through my phone, seeing people rave about one of my friends, J-Hope, who has done “the in my feelings challenge," and I smile watching the video in the most unflattering angle of my face ever. I got a text from one of my friends, Min Yoongi. “Hey, Y/N, I have a favor to ask of you.” I swipe down, opening the text. “What do you need?” I text back, and within a few seconds he responds, “I need some female background vocals in a new single.” I think for a second. “What time works best for you?” I hear my phone ding, “Would tonight work at like 10?” I look at my schedule. “I should be good.” I get up and go to the bathroom, and I come back to my phone and tap on the newest message. “See you then.” I swipe out of the app and go back to what I was doing before. I get up a few hours later, and I get in the shower and wash my hair and body. I get out and dry my hair and put on clothes to go visit Yoongi. I grab my phone and my bag. I grab my keys off the counter and put on my slippers, walking out the door and locking it.

I walk down to his apartment and knock on the door. “Yoooongggiii,” I say in a cheery voice. I chuckle to myself and look at him after he opens the door. “So what do you need me to do?” He steps aside for me to enter his unit. “Okay, so you’ll have to sit in the chair, and I need moans.” I stop following him to his studio for a second, and I feel my eyes widen. “Wait, what?” He stops and turns to me, the soft, warm lights catching his top lip and his cheekbone. “I need some feminine moans for my song. Don’t worry; I won’t be a pervert about it. We can see how it sounds if you fake them.” He turns and resumes walking to his studio again, and I catch up to him. “Okay, so I’m just fake moaning into the mic?” He nods, “Basically.” He opens his studio doors and lets me walk in before him, and I sit on the big leather couch as He walks in after me, plopping down on his chair and letting it spin, and he stops the chair at his computer, and he plays the song for me. “This sort of beat reminds me of how you did House of Cards.” I say remembering the song because it was always one of my staples I listened to. After a while of talking about the direction he wants to go into, I am sitting in the recording booth now with big clunky headphones on, and the song starts, the recording booth serving the atmosphere of being dim and dark.

The first beat of the song hits, and I close my eyes and get to the fourth beat, and I start moaning softly, building up to the climax of the song, my mind blocking out the fact Min Yoongi is watching from just outside the booth. I start getting into the song, moaning, sort of getting a bit worked up from the sensual nature of what is happening, losing myself in the song, hearing the sexy lyrics and enticing beat. I listen closely to the lyrics: “Gonna take your heat, gotta swallow it deep, and hide it deep down and let it burn inside me.” I hear him rasp out on the prerecorded track. “Don’t stay quiet; love it when you’re excited; need you to slip it inside and ride it.” I let out a breathy moan, but just as it’s getting to the beat drop, he cuts the music. “Stop. It sounds too fake; is there any way you can make it more realistic?" I look confused since my fake moans are tested and proven to be very realistic because I have used them countless times in the bedroom. I scoff, “Not unless I’m actually moaning.”

He gave me a look of mischief in his eyes. He pressed the button and leaned down to the little microphone. “Can they be?” My brain short circuits. “Wait, what did you say?” I look at him. Through the glass that is soundproof on my side, my eyes round and my mouth opens a bit in shock. “Can the moans be real?” he leans back after letting the small button go. I think for a moment going through the pros and cons quickly stumbling through my thoughts. How would it affect our friendship? What if he sees my ugly face when I’m- I stop my bad thoughts right then. How does he plan on making them real? How will the fans even know if they're fake or not? I gnaw on my tongue for a little bit before I look into his burning gaze. “Yeah” I nod and a smirk blooms across his face. He gets up leaning over standing up using his knee to assist himself up and he walks to the studio door he opens it and leans against it head falling back a bit onto the door. “You can use your hands or do you wanna go get some toys from upstairs or if you’re comfortable i have a few toys in my own collection that you could use.” He cocks his brow. I nod, “I'll just use my fingers.” he nods and steps out the door leaving the room I squeeze my legs together and rub my thighs together and he comes back a few minutes later with two towels he hands on to me and he lays one on the ground. “This is so you don’t have to worry about getting anything dirty.” he hands her the other one with pink little flowers on it. “This one is for your modesty.” she takes it and he turns away and closes the door i think in my head. How modest can I be masturbating in front of my friend? I get up and wrap the towel around my waist and I shimmy my pants and underwear down. My underwear gets caught on my left hip so I let the towel loosen a bit around my waist as I shimmy my left side down. The lacey details feel rough on the side of my knee and i shuffle my legs a bit letting them drop to the ground the clothes bunching up at my feet and i step out each side before turning to see Yoongi watching the whole time he looks back up at me and he leans down the mic again. “Okay now just sit in the chair, cover yourself, and do your job.” His voice is oddly comforting right now. I open the side and cover myself as I sit down and I spread my legs open a bit as the towel's soft fabric is an extra fluffy feeling against my thighs. I hear the track start again.

I rub up my thighs and then I draw my fingers across my lips gathering some of my slick fluids. I let out breathy moans. I start to part my lips and circle around my entrance with my index finger. I look to the side. I can feel the heat pricking my cheeks and I see him watching me with low lids and predatory eyes. I draw my fingers up and start softly moving my fingers against my clit's hood, not yet delving under. I look away and i moan breathlessly in the mic and i use my other hand to gather more of my arousal on my fingers as I use one finger to circle my entrance dipping it inside slowly as the song picks up I start to whine softly feeling my finger trace and toy with my clit. I close my eyes slowly curling up into the spongy bit inside of me. I moan more about the combined pleasure of my finger inside of me and my fingers toying with my clit. I now push my clitoral hood back and start toying with my soft little bundle of nerves as I hear the music getting to its climax. I moan louder and louder. I listen to the beat builds and builds. I throw my head back, my fingers curling and thrusting goes quicker as I moan louder. I hear the song get to its climax and I see it feeling my body come undone releasing the tension in my muscles. I didn't realize I was tensing up. My legs shake a bit as I start to come down from my intense orgasm.

I hear a click and I realise what had just happened in full. I blush deeply and turn my head to the side, seeing none other than Min Yoongi looking at me through his low lidded sharp eyes. I watch him get up and open the door god he looks so good right now his hair falling in just the right places his pale skin the way the light hits his cheekbones and the way he stands there looking at me the farther i look down i realise he might just be as worked up as I am as i see the taut fabric of his groin moving as he comes closer to me his walk holding a kind of seductive teasing motion to it. I sit up straight in the chair. He holds my face in his hand as I look up at him. He leans down and pins me in place putting his hands on each arm rest of the chair and he brings his lips closer stopping just as I can feel his breath “Do you want this baby?” I nod and he leans down and kisses me deeply.

I wrap my arms around his neck and run my hands up the back of his neck and run my fingers through his hair. He licks my bottom lip. His tongue is quite soft as I open my mouth, feeling his tongue lick my lip again before he starts going too far. I start to take over the kiss leading to it she hears a little whine of satisfaction from him and she smirks kissing him again and she bites him as they both pull away from the kiss she lets his lip go. She feels him kissing down my jaw as I feel him kissing my neck while undoing my bra. I feel my breasts drop and he pulls my shirt up and my nude torso is shown off to him he leans kneels in front of me taking my left nipple into his mouth tongue flicking the hardened bud before he takes it in his mouth. I moan softly and tug on his hair a bit. I hear his approving mewls as I tug on his locks. He squeezes my other breast with his hand kissing between my cleavage. My left nipple is already a bit swollen from the previous sucking. I moan as he begins his attack on the other nipple. I tug his hair a big hard and i hear him whimper and i do it again he looks up in my eyes his sparkle a bit and i feel him lick my right nipple as he licks down my body leaving open mouth kisses breathing heavy on my skin as he makes his way down to the towel loverhing my legs laid across my lap.

He looks up at me “may I?” I smile softly and nod softly and he takes the towel down he parts my thighs and grabs my leg kissing up from my ankle to my inner thigh he kisses my pubic mound before licking some arousal and my previous release off my lips. I bite my lip and he pushes past my lips and licks around my entrance. He drags me closer by my hips as I assist him pushing my hips towards his lips. I moan as I feel him kiss my clit and then begin giving my pussy open mouth kisses. I grab his hair and push my hips closer to him and I feel him dig his nails in my hips and I let out a little whine. I feel his tongue lapping at my clit and I bite on my tongue. “Fuck” I moan out as he licks up my orgasm his toungue diving deep into me like a honey pot. I whine as he pulls away, giving my inner thigh a little bite. “You’re so beautiful baby.” I look down at him and he stands up my eyes follow him as his body slowly rises from the needy mess between my thighs and he leans down to kiss me I taste my own salty sweet release on his glistening lips and I put my hands on his clothed chest and drag then down his t-shirt clad body and feel the bottom pulling it up over his head.

“Let me please you” I look up at him as he takes his shirt off. I stand up and turn us around pushing him softly onto the chair he stumbles a bit as he takes a seat. I kneel down and grab his belt and he helps me to take it off lifting his hips and sliding them down his legs as I assist him. I watch as his cock comes out his boxers and bounces a bit. I look at the pink head and the slight curve upwards and my eyes trace the veins that show on it. I see he is thick and the perfect length. I take him into my mouth sucking on the tip as I take him deeper and deeper into my mouth. I slurp on my spit as i bob my head he throws his head back as and i start going faster sinking deeper down and he grabs my hair and looks down at me his cheeks a bit flushed “stop i wanna cum inside your pretty pussy baby” he holds my face and i look up at him “wouldn’t want to be a bad girl now would you?” I nod and I stand up on my knees a little achy but I stand up and straddle his lap. My feet planted on the ground. I start grinding against him “such a precious man” I smirk as he whines softly holding my ass squeezing it. I pull him into a kiss and I stand up and line tip up with my entrance and slide down onto it. I feel him stretching my entrance as he slips inside me. I moan softly and as I take him inside of me. He moans with me as we both bask in the feeling of him inside of me. I feel him hold my hips as i stay still on there and he starts thrusting up into me I moan his dick hitting the top of my pussy rubbing against my g spot I mewl in satisfaction “right there” I moan as he starts picking up pace losing his mind with every thrust and having to hold back. I moan feeling the curve of his cock dive deep into me and i whine my abdomen tightening I moan louder as i realise i’m coming closer to my climax i hear his soft puffs of breathing as i realize he is close too “you’re so fucking good” I hear him rasp out and i feel him pick up pace and start to thrust deeper his cock diving into my depths again and i Bite my lip riding him again we both moan and he grabs my his tighter as i feel my high is near “Yoongi-” he cuts me off “sh baby i can tell” He rubs my clit and puts pressure on my lower stomach. I moan at the increase in pleasure and I moan my pussy fluttering around him and I close my eyes and lean on him. He thrusts up into me one more time and I feel his cum filling my pussy as i cum hard on his cock i moan and hold onto him. “Fuck” he groans and i lay against him he chuckles as i pant softly “that was an amazing audio” He says.

#bts #fanfic #bts army #bts fanfction #bts fanfic #bts suga #min yoongi #min yoongi smut #yoongi smut #suga smut #yoongi #yoongi x reader #yoongi x yn #yoongi fanfic #yoongi fic

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stopaskinf · 7 months ago

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“I wish you roses, and roses, and roses, and roses”

Summary: Flowers and attached notes of BTS boys

Genre: Fluff, angst(?), descriptions of hardships and arguments between Tae and Reader but ending is hopeful

CW: Nothing

A/N: Who would have known my fall back into flower language would align with me doing my first prompt challenge thing. I used a bunch of them, so they will be highlighted in the notes.

Giving credit to @writinginstardust for their huge brain🫡‼️‼️ 🫶🫶

Jungkook: sunflowers, yellow tulips, red tulips

“For my sweetest pookie.

I can’t write much on this card because the company gave me a word limit. Poor me. Can you feel my pout through this? I wanted to tell you that I dreamt about you last night. I saw it so clearly. It was late at night and we were stargazing outside. Bam was sprawled out on our laps like the lazy kid he is while you talked to me about your day, childhood, and everything. I don’t remember which story you were on but I remember you smiling at the end. God, I told you how much I love your smile right? I want to see it again soon. Seeing your blinding smile, I rush back into the house to fish for this bouquet. When I gave you the flowers, you rolled your pretty eyes. Still, you gave me the warmest smile I’d ever seen. It felt like deja vu.

- From Jungkook”

Yoongi: tarragon, daisies, morning glory, gardenia

“Hello dear.

I’ve missed you. Last night I woke up in an insomniac haze. For a second I thought that I was home. I saw you standing in the shadows gazing into me. I came to you and you held me while I clung to you. You smelt like vanilla and lavender. You smelt like home. Then reality hit me like a brick. Genuinely. Once my vision cleared I had a thumping migraine between my eyes and a stiff-as-shit neck. You always did tell me not to fall asleep in my studio chair. I spent the next hour lying in the dark on my studio couch like a wounded orphan. I wish I had told you. I should have told you. I would have been less alone. Less in pain. I don’t think I’m cut out for this job, I swear.

I can see you rolling your eyes, but I mean it this time. I’m coming home tomorrow. Finally, I can’t wait. - Yoongi”

V: Saliva (Red, blue, purple), Red carnation, baby’s breath

“Hi, clover.

You miss me?

I miss you. I’ve been thinking about you all day. I feel dreary. I’m working on a small ceramic mushroom…It’s not going well, It’s too lopsided. The sky is covered in a light gray fog. I hear the rain splash against the windows while Yeontan barks. We were supposed to see each other but I’m all alone now. Are you still upset? I was harsh. I felt the fearful pain of you leaving me, so I was determined to hurt you back. To make you feel what I felt so strongly. However, when I went back to lick my wounds, memories of our bliss came back stronger. Every touch. Every kiss. Every midnight walk we had when we both couldn’t sleep. The mornings waking up together. I was a fool. I always am, but more so in these moments.

When I see you again, can I hold your hand? I miss your warmth. And you - Your Alien”

Jin: red roses, pink roses, white roses

“Did you know my mother adores you?

Yeah, you’re all she ever talks about. “Oh, they’re so sweet.”

“Have you no manners? You see them looking so beautiful and you don’t say anything?”

“Yah, Seokjin how’s my favorite child doing?” Then when I tell her I’m fine, she goes “Quit joking, you know who I’m talking about.” How upsetting! I’m her actual son, but compared to you I’m chopped liver! Still, I can’t blame her. I’m the same way. I missed you during enlistment. I also missed the boys. Though not as much when compared to you. I see them 360 days out of the year. They’re staples in my life, but you…you’re my world.

My private heaven. My home. And I’ve been away from my home far too long. I intend to fix that. Get ready!

- From, Kim Seokjin ♥️”

Namjoon: Magnolia, cactus, succulents, aloe

“

“If the devil were to ever see you, he’d kiss your eyes and repent.” - Farouq Jwaydeh

Good morning, my Divine. I hope your day is going well. Mine could be better. It’s not bad, but not great. Just a day. I’m in a rut. I went to the studio and tried to write but my slack brain didn’t want to. Instead, it wants to focus on you. Where is my love? Have they finished the book I gave them? Have they thought about me today? As I think about them every day? How often do they think of me? I could close my eyes and still envision them perfectly. It’s wrapped itself in roses and lilies and recites love poems and scenarios. It’s excruciating shit. So, I’ll give it and myself an outlet. For starters, do you know how beautiful you are? It’s truly distracting. You’ve left me so lovesick that I’m borderline diseased. My waking hours are anguishing. My feet feel heavy and my head spins. My third rib begs for its return to my body so that my heart can be caged away once again. I know this is a lot to take in. I want to talk about it more with you when I’m less of a shell of a man. I won’t resent you if you don’t reciprocate. I’ll be pained, but I’ll come back to you. If do you reciprocate…Either way, say you want me, and I’m yours. - Kim Namjoon”

J-hope: honeysuckle, forget me nots, chrysanthemum (red)

“Hellooooooo. I hope your day has been as lovely as you are, honey. By the way, what kind of jewelry do you like best? I can’t pick. Gold makes you look stunningly regal but Silver shows the depth of your skin and eyes. This bouquet and the jewelry were both supposed to be same-day gifts, but the company never gave me any damn updates! How unfair is that! So now, these gifts have been forced apart. It’s so cruel. 🥲

I know I could call you about this instead, but it’s too different. I’ve been gone too long. I said I needed a refresh. A moment to connect back to what I want in life. Well, I have! The sky is so clear. The sun is shining. The forecast said there would be nice weather. They were absolutely right. My feet feel lighter. So does my heart. The cloud that hung over me has gone and I’ve stepped out of the box that’s kept me trapped. I’m ready to take my first step, but I want you there with me.

Tell me what you want.

Of the jewelry, I mean. I can’t afford to spend the whole day shopping! I love you. - Jung Hoseok”

Jimin: white jasmine, hibiscus, daffodils, white camellia

“Hello Darling ♥️.

I just realized how much I love you.

Well, not just realized, but I still needed to remind you. It sounds corny, but I’m very sincere. Besides, there’s no occasion for when you should declare your love right? Sure, there are preferred moments, but what’s wrong with keeping love fresh and exciting? Shouldn’t you want your lover to voice their love for you every day?

No, but honestly, It’s crazy, really. No one’s ever made me feel like this.

I’ve dreamt about this for as long as can remember, but only now have I found it. The person who I thought of every second of every day. The person who colored my dreams at night. The one I envisioned whenever I sang love songs. The one who I searched high and low for without fail or doubt.

I’ve waited so long for this.

So long…

I just needed to remind you. I’ll spend the rest of our lives reminding you. So don’t worry, I’m here. - Love Mochi”

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chaoticpuff17 · 1 year ago

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Amygdala

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Chapter 14

Margot awoke to her a gentle shaking on her shoulder.

“Come on, jagiya.” Yoongi spoke softly, shaking her awake. “You need to wake up, baby.” She groaned, burrowing further into the blanket while Yoongi looked down at her fondly. “I know you’re not feeling good, baby, but you need to get up.”

She didn’t move.

“Come on, baby.” He cooed, slipping his arms underneath her and picking her up bridal style as she groaned and buried her face into his shoulder. “You need to eat something, and then I promise you can go back to sleep.”

“Don’t wanna.”

“You have to, baby. You didn’t eat much today.”

“Whose fault is that?” she huffed, clinging to him as he walked them into the kitchen where a bowl of juk was waiting for her.

“Food, pain medicine, and then bed.” He ordered, setting her down at the island.

“Fuck off.” Margot grumbled, picking up the spoon and stirring around the contents of the bowl. “I hate your dishes.”

He scoffed out the smallest of laughs, taking a seat next to her. “What’s wrong with my dishes?”

“They’re sanatorium white.”

Yoongi chuckled, gazing at her fondly. “We can get new dishes. You can change anything in the apartment that you’d like. Redecorate to your heart’s content. It’s your house too, jagiya.”

She looked over at him disgruntled. “This is not my house.”

“Of course it is.” he shrugged. “Eat.”

Reluctantly, Margot took a bite of the juk. It had never been her favorite dish. Something about the texture of the rice just wasn’t her favorite, too much like oatmeal too mushy, but it was a staple food for those who didn’t feel well. It also had the added benefit of being easy on an upset stomach. It reminded her of the BRAT diet her mom had used to put her on whenever she’d had stomach issues as a child.

Thinking of it made her inexplicably homesick. It was a feeling she didn’t get very often, but when she did, it hit like a truck. She missed her family, her friends. She missed the streets she’d grown up on. She missed not having to worry about a man who had a delusional obsession with her.

“How’s your head?”

“It’s fine.”

“Seongnam said you had a migraine today.”

“Seongnam should mind his own business.” she shot back, shooting him a glare from the corner of her eye.

“Looking after you is his business.”

She barked out a laugh, the sound more like a scoff than anything else. “I’m not a fucking child, Yoongi. I don’t need a babysitter to look after me.”

Yoongi stared her down, his expression less than amused.

“You do if you don’t take care of yourself.”

“I got on just fine before you decided to barge in the take over.” she reminded him, eyes narrowed dangerously. “Do you understand how incredibly creepy it is that you have people who watch my every move twenty-four-seven?” She questioned, head tilted slightly to the side.

“It’s for your own safety, jagiya.” he grumbled, jaw clenched tightly, his fingers tapping a harsh rhythm against the top of the island.

“Is it for my safety or your comfort?”

Margot let a spoonful of juk fall back into the bowl, completely uninterested in the meal set before her, her stomach too twisted in knots to really consider eating anything. The throbbing in her skull didn’t help with her appetite either.

As a teacher, Margot was used to being tired. It was a tiring profession, but there was a bone deep exhaustion hanging about her today that she hadn’t felt in a long time. It was the kind of tired that made her want to spend all day curled up in bed until the rest of the world faded away and all the thoughts cluttering her head faded with it.

The only cure for it was a lazy day, to rot in bed until she was ready to emerge from her cocoon when her bones felt a little less heavy and the world seemed a little easier to face as it came back into focus. While she’d spent the majority of the day sleeping, she wasn’t quite ready to face the reality of the situation. But Yoongi was insistent on making sure her basic physical needs were met even if the meeting of them pulled a little more on the frayed edges of her soul.

With a heavy sigh, Margot stood, pushing herself up using the island as support. “I’m going to bed.”

Yoongi’s hand shot out, wrapping around her wrist, the pressure firm but not so harsh that it hurt. It was a silent command to stay where she was, to sit back down before he was forced to make her.

“You need to eat, baby.” She didn’t say anything, staring at him blankly as he searched her face for any sign that she was going to back down of her own free will. “Just a few more bites, baby.” Still she didn’t move. “Please.”

The last word came out strained, ragged as though his nerves were as ragged as hers. He needed this. He needed to know that she was safe and well cared for, and for the moment the only thing he could do to make that happen was to make sure she ate something.

He’d gotten updates from her security team as the day had gone on. Yeong had been concerned by how little she’d eaten that morning before she’d gone to lie down again. Baek-ah had reported that she’d barely even stirred during his shift let alone eaten anything. She’d been a little more active during Seongnam’s shift, but she’d only had a few bites of an early dinner and some tea before she’d gone back to sleep again. Overall, the sum of what she’d consumed that day was small enough to cause Yoongi concern. Even if she didn’t want to stay and eat, she needed to, and Yoongi was going to make sure she was safe and healthy even if she wasn’t happy about it.

“Please,” He tried again, forcing his expression to soften even as annoyance ticked at his jaw. “Just a few more bites, Mari. You didn’t eat today.”

Margot stared at him trying to puzzle out the look in his eye.

There was the clear layer of exhaustion, the mirror of her own, but there was also a gleam of something else, something frantic and feral clawing at the edges of his being. It was the same emotion that she’d seen the night before as Yoongi had dragged her from her home. It was as wounded as it was feral, as frayed and worn down as she felt.

She stared for a few moments more, taking in the information she’d just gleaned, trying to figure out the best course of action even as her own body screamed for her to return to the comfort of sleep. She knew what would be best for her, and yet there was a part of her, so entwined with the entirety of her being, that told her to put the needs of others before her own, and somehow, despite everything, that still included Yoongi.

Slowly, Margot sat back down, keeping a careful eye on Yoongi as she did, watching as the tense set of his shoulders eased as she settled back down in front of the bowl of juk.

“Just a few more bites.” he assured her, seeing the way she eyed the bowl as though it was going to bite her.

“Don’t.” she sighed, her voice having its hard edge. “Don’t talk to me like a child. This situation is demeaning enough as it is.”

She didn’t want to be cajoled into eating the meal before her. She didn’t want to even think of taking another bite, the very thought of it making her stomach roll unpleasantly.

“Baby?” Yoongi’s brow furrowed as he watched the color drain from her face. “Baby, are you okay?”

“I can’t…” she paused, taking a breath to steady herself. “I don’t think I can eat it.”

Yoongi’s frown deepened, the knowledge that sometimes when she had a migraine it made her too nauseous to keep anything down coming to the front of his thoughts.

“Baby?” he reached forward, pressing a hand to her forehead. “Shit.” he cursed under his breath feeling how clammy her skin had gotten, and silently berating himself for not noticing sooner how poorly she actually felt. “I’m sorry, baby. You don’t have to eat it. You can eat something in the morning when you feel better.” he murmured, smoothing some fly-away strands away from her face. “Do you want to go lie down again?”

Margot nodded, swallowing back the feeling of nausea creeping up her throat.

“Okay.” Yoongi nodded. “Okay. Let’s get you to bed.”

Margot grumbled a little as Yoongi once more scooped her up. “I can walk on my own, you know? I’m nauseous, not broken.”

“Let me baby you.” He shushed her, heading towards the bedroom.

“I’m not a baby, Yoongi. I just don’t feel well. You’re being overbearing.”

He chuckled a little at that, gazing down at where she rested her head against his shoulder, leaning into his embrace even as she complained about him carrying her.

“You deserve to be babied, jagi, especially when you don’t feel well.”

“I can baby myself.”

“Ah,” he hummed, giving her a soft smile. “But that’s my job, jagiya.”

“You’re insufferable.” She sighed, a sudden wave of nausea having her tighten her around his shoulders, her whole body tensing.

“Almost there, sweetheart.” he mumbled, tightening his own hold around her.

Ture to his word, they arrived at the bedroom in just a few moments where Yoongi gently laid her out on the bed.

“I’m going to grab you some pain meds. Okay, jagi?”

She didn’t respond, choosing instead to turn onto her side and curling into a ball, wanting nothing more than to be asleep again.

Yoongi returned swiftly with the promised pain meds and a glass of water for her.

“Okay, jagi. I need you to sit up for a moment.” She huffed, ignoring his request as she snuggled further into the pillows. “Come on, jagi.”

Gently, Yoongi helped her to sit up, handing her the pills and the glass of water.

“You take those. I’m going to go get you some pajamas, sweetheart.” “You know what would make me feel better?” Called after him after swallowing the pills.

“You’re not getting your own room, Mari-ah.” he answered over his shoulder, not even needing to hear the question to know what she wanted.

Yoongi entered the closet, pleased to see that her things had all seemingly arrived, even if they had yet to be unpacked. Without much care for the mess he was making, Yoongi began to dig through the boxes in search of something she could wear to bed. They needed to unpack, but that could wait until another day. If worse came to worst, he could always have the housekeeper do it as well if his Mari insisted on being stubborn, but she couldn’t live out of boxes forever.

Her side of the closet would fill up with her own things, everything put into their proper places, and he would add to her side of the closet as well. Margot would be one of the most spoiled women in Seoul if he had anything to say about it. Anything her heart desired would be hers.

Yoongi managed to find a worn pair of gray sleep shorts before becoming frustrated with digging through the boxes, moving instead to his own side of the closet in search of a shirt for her.

Quickly, Yoongi pulled out a large black t-shirt. Deeming the combination of his shirt and her shorts as adequate enough sleepwear, he made his way back to Margot who was leaning back against the pillows with her eyes closed.

“I got you some clothes, jagi.” She opened her eyes, gaze flitting to the clothes in his hand and then back to his face, disinterested.

Yoongi sighed, setting the little pile of clothes on the bed. “I’ll step out so you can change.”

“Surprisingly gentlemanly for a kidnapper.”

He quirked a brow, a small smile pulling at the corners of his lips. “I could stay if you want.”

She froze, her spine straightening. “No. Nope. No thank you. You can go.” She shooed him away as he tried to suppress a laugh.

“Didn’t think so.”

Yoongi gave her a few minutes to change before he entered the room again. He could have sworn that his heart stopped beating for a moment as he saw her standing there in his shirt.

“This is your shirt.” she accused, voice soft as she watched him enter the room.

“All of your things are still in boxes, jagi.” he pointed out gently, thinking to himself that it wouldn’t be so bad if she didn’t unpack if he got to see her in his clothes more often.

“Stop that.” she snapped, though her tone didn’t have any real bite to it.

“Stop what?”

“Stop looking at me like that.”

Yoongi had to suppress the smile tugging at the corner of his lips as she glared at him. “Looking at you like what, jagiya?”

“All soft and mushy. It’s annoying.”

Leisurely, Yoongi crossed the room to where she stood glaring at him like a disgruntled cat. She didn’t move as he approached, only watching carefully as he got closer.

“I can’t be soft with you, jagiya?” he asked, gently sliding a hand through her hair, his hand coming to a rest along her jaw with his thumb brushing a gentle line across her cheek bone.

“Stop that.” She hissed, stepping away. “We aren’t lovers.”

“We could be.”

She paused, seemingly struck speechless by the bold proclamation.

She spoke after a moment, her voice barely a whisper as she finished mulling over what he’d just said. “No. We couldn’t be.”

part 15

#bts fic #yandere #yandere bts #dark romance #bts #Amygdala #mafia bts #mafia yoongi #mafia agust d #mafia suga #yandere yoongi #yandere suga #yandere agust d #yoongi x oc #agust d x oc #suga x oc #mafia au

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moonchild-in-blue · 4 months ago

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gonna ask 'cause this is such a specific combination of things- if you could pick one sleep token song to rec to each bts member, what would you choose (and why, if you're up for it)?

Oh my goodness, this may the best question I have ever received ever in my whole life. THANK YOU SO MUCH WOW, YOUR BRAIN AMAZES ME 💙 Sleep Token ARMYS, what a powerful combo 💜

It really is such a niche combination!! I took this SO SERIOUSLY too 💀 Let me know what you think!! Also, who's your bias? Mine's Hoseok 🥹🌈💚🌞

(Under the cut because long!)

Okay, so I chose these based off what they are usually into, and their vibes (does that make sense?). Some of them were very difficult to nail down (Hoseok and Jimin especially), but I think this is fine.

Namjoon - Take Aim / Vore / High Water

Okay, this eas actually the last one I did, but I'm putting them in oficial order. These three songs are WILDLY different, yes, and don't look very "Namjoon", sure, but! Hear me out!

Lyrically-wise, I believe Namjoon would absolutely LOVE these. The man is a poet, cmon now. These have some gorgeous lyricism and symbolism that I think he'd really appreciate. Sound-wise they are also very unique, but somehow feel like him?

Out of the 7, Joon is the one that has put out the most solo music (including collabs) and the most varied too (in comparison with Yoongi for example, who has also put out A LOT of music, but has a very distinct sound - especially under the Agust D name), so the variety in sound feels right.

Honourable mention to Give because YEAH, it feels like something straight out of Mono.

Jin - Euclid / TNDNBTG

Do you see the vision? I'm thinking about Epiphany and lowkey it fits? The piano, the kinda-hopeful-kinda-melancholic themes? There's something very angelic about it that just fits him so so well.

I actually almost went with Telomeres for him too so there's that.

Yoongi - Bloodsport / Ascensionism / Atlantic

If there's anyone who would be into Sleep Token is Yoongi. Him and Vessel are basically the same person in different fonts. But these three are the most "Yoongi-coded" to me. Gorgeous piano? Check. Interesting song changes/rap? Double check. Heartbreaking sad wet cat lyrics? Triple check. Ascensionism especially is very Agust D, don't you think?

Honourable mention to the Hey-Ya cover and Drag Me Under because those are so so Yoongi to me.

Hoseok - Granite / DYWTYLM

No because I KNOW my man would be shaking his non-existent ass to Granite (Dark Signs too actually). If there's a nice beat, he's all over it. And DYWTYLM - not only is it funky musically-speaking (which is a j-hope staple), I quite like the interpretation of Vessel singing this to himself (in a mirror).

That duality of "Smile back at me // My reflection won't smile back at me like i know it should" SCREAMS Hoseok to me (especially after Jack In The Box came out). We're so used to referring to him as the sunshine boy, and seeing him all smiles and brighter than the sun itself, when in reality there's a lot more in there. We've finally began to see more of him, and I think that inner monologue is just perfect for him.

(can you tell I'm biased? Lmaooo)

Jimin - Sugar / The Summoning

Tell me Sugar isn't such a Jimin song. Think about Lie and Filter and Muse and TELL ME Sugar isn't made for Jimin. I dare you. The Summoning too, it's a bit out of pocket but it feels right somehow? Yeah.

Taehyung - When The Bough Breaks / Aqua Regia

Here's the thing. We know Tae likes jazz, and music that is soulful, smooth, nostalgic. And both of these seem right up his alley. I believe he'd really like the Aqua Regia piano.

Jungkook - Missing Limbs / Like That

He's always been the hopeless romantic boy 🥹 All the ballads he has covered?? Yeah, I think Missing Limbs would be a nice song for him. Alternatively, Fields of Elation would be good too? Idk, something about baby Vessel's voice back then that reminds me of JK. The falsettos probably.

(I just remembered and actually - Like That is fire and it feels like something he'd like).

#I hope this makes sense to you?? it was very difficult to nail some of them down #realistically speaking I don't see anyone aside from maybe yoongles and joon getting into them BUT!#i know hoseok has some rock vibes in More and jk had his emo phase BUT. ya know.#can you imagine any of them listening to gods? or the offering? or tmbte?? that's HILARIOUS to me #sleep token #bts #<- tags that shouldn't be together but are #darya answers

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avianyuh · 1 year ago

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Heya! Do you take requests? If so, can you please write BTS members headcanons where their SO has her finals approaching and feels apathetic, lazy/unmotivated to study? PS-Love your writing! THANK YOU :)

{A/N; as a stressed out college student, this request spoke to me lol}

BTS Helping Thier S/O Through Finals

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Jin:

Jin really did feel for you during finals

So when you told him you were feeling unmotivated and a little overwhelmed

He knew you would either completely ignore studying or stress yourself out and prioritize cramming for notes over sleeping and getting enough to eat

Neither option was good in his mind

So, he told you he would help you stay on track

So he tried to help you the best way he knew how to

He ended up creating meal plans and would cook for you

If he had to be somewhere and couldn't be home with you he would leave you meals in the fridge to heat up

He usually makes you fresh meals with lots of veggies and filling ingredients

He wanted you to be healthy

He'd try to encourage you to take some breaks

Whether it was Jin trying to get you to put down your textbook and play a round of MarioKart

Just something fun to get your mind off of things

He would leave you alone to study

But if it got to be really late in the night

He would come into your room and tap on your shoulder, telling you the time and suggesting you go to bed

He'd carry you to bed and make sure to keep all of the lights dimmed so you didn't get headaches or anything

He'd just be such a sweetheart

Yoongi:

I think Yoongi would treat your finals the same way he treats work

He usually bottles up his emotions and just perseveres through hard times

Which was exactly what you were doing

So when he finally asked you one day how your studies were going he was surprised to hear you say you hadn't even cracked open your notes yet

At first, he didn't really know how to help you since he kept those struggles to himself

He had to think about your situation for a minute

How can he help you?

He realized that he needed to figure out a way to get you interested and motivated again

To him that meant getting the two of you to be productive together

So that meant staying up late with you

You'd usually come to the studio, sometimes the two of you stayed at home

You'd sit next to each other at the desk

He'd work on his music and you'd be working on getting through your studies

When things got boring he'd have you switch seats with him

You'd listen to his demos and he'd read over your notes or essays

You'd give each other advice or suggestions, then you'd switch back

And it turned out, that his plan worked

It kept you motivated and interested

Being able to share something helped keep you on track and helped to get your mind off of your finals

Hoseok:

Hobi has always stressed the importance of transparency with you

He always wanted you to be honest about your feelings with him

He could also tell when you were upset or overwhelmed in any way

One night at dinner, he noticed that you weren't as talkative and you kept your head down

He knew something was bothering you

So when he questioned you about your change in demeanor, your reaction was concerning

You ended up breaking down right in front of him

He immediately got up out of his chair and came over to your side of the table, crouching down to be at eye level with you

He pulled you closer to him and asked how he could help

So when you explained that you felt burnt out and lost in your studies, completely unprepared for your finals

He made it his mission to help you

He came home early from practice

Helping you create flashcards

Running to the library or bookstore if you needed something

If you ever printed things, Hobi would collect everything and staple it all for you

Constantly asking if you needed anything

"Do you need more flashcards? Sticky notes? Glitter pens?"

So attentive and just wanted you as stress-free as possible

Namjoon:

As we all know, Joonie is very, very smart

But he is also a very mature, responsible, caring leader

And obviously, those traits bleed over into his love life with you

Just like Hobi, I think Joon would easily pick up on the fact that you were stressed

But I don't even think you'd have to explain much to Namjoon

He knew that finals were coming up

He watched you night after night, hunched over at your desk with your head in your hands

He got the impression that you were having a hard time focusing

So instead of you coming to Namjoon

H was the one that sat you down one day and offered you some help

He suggested study sessions with him

Flashcards, books, all that jazz

He would create and buy everything

And you would follow his mock study plan

He could see your mood change from reserved and quiet to positive and confident in a short amount of time

All of that was worth it when you came home a week after your finals had ended

Of course with an A-grade for almost all of your finals

#1 teacher Kim Namjoon!

Jimin:

Another sweetheart

Was genuinely upset to see you so unhappy and stressed

When you told him you didn't have any motivation to study and that you would just accept your fate of a bad grade, he knew he had to help you stay on track

Jimin would be a combination of Jin and Hobi

I don't think he'd cook, but he'd make all the little decisions for you

Like, he'd just order you takeout from places he knew you liked

And he'd make your bed for you and wash all the dishes

Like Hobi, Jimin would be outside of your door constantly

By that, I mean constantly Jimin would be running out to get you all the supplies you needed

Sometimes you didn't even ask, he would just snoop around your desk and notice all of the little things

Like if you were low on pencils or if you were nearing the end of a notebook

I think HE'D be the one to print out a bunch of articles or cheat sheet-type things for you to read

Jimin would also make sure you took time to sleep, but also make sure that you stuck to a schedule

He literally bought one of those corkboards to hang over your desk and would stick notes and printouts on it for you

He'd bribe you with fun outings, only if you studied for maybe 2 hours or something

"We can go to that carnival, but you need to study for your history final first, TWO HOURS, NON-NEGOTIABLE"

The specifics/times would change depending on your level of interest in the outing and subject lol

He didn't want you stressed, but he didn't want you to feel like you shouldn't study at all

To be honest, finals season was more stressful for him than it was for you

Taehyung:

When finals approached and he noticed you hadn't been studying he was a bit confused

At first, he thought you were going to the library to study, but he noticed you were home more than usual

So when he asked you if everything was okay, you just shrugged and told him you didn't care

Tae became concerned as he knew school was important to you

So he pressed on

"Is it a class? Is it too hard?, I'll Help you Y/n!"

So after a few pesterings from Tae you finally confessed that it was all too overwhelming and you just didn't want to stress over your classes

Taehyung offered to help you as best he could

As Tae loves clothes, he would pick out your outfits for you so you didn't get decision fatigue

He'd also make you food and take care of all of the household chores

You two would have nightly 'therapy' sessions where you'd explain to him what was hard

Then he'd look over your notes and try to help you

This period of time included lots of cuddles and support

And spoiler alert, you got great results after the grades were finalized

All thanks to Tae

Jungkook:

Kook has always been a productive

I mean, come on...he's a Virgo, it's written in the stars for him

Literally

So when you offhandedly mentioned you wouldn't be paying much attention to your finals

JK knew he couldn't let that slide

He loves to be organized and on top of things

So he took it upon himself to create a schedule for you

Like Jimin, I think he'd also buy you a corkboard and stick flashcards on it lol

He really wanted you to be successful

And of course, he'd hear out any of your concerns and try to help you with anything you were stuck on

I think he'd try to cook you some healthy meals

He'd also be that kind of dork to be like; "Well science proves that working out helps you with memorization"

Because JK has turned into quite the gym bro he'd force you to take breaks and go to the gym with him

And whenever you got tired of the gym, you'd say stuff like "I'd rather write my 10,000-word essay than do another push up"

and Kook would be like, "Bet😏"

and before you knew it, you'd be a successful studying machine

He used reverse psychology and you didn't even know

{Additional A/N; I know for college finals are approaching, so I want to say good luck to everyone who is gearing up for that, and of course thank you to the beautiful anon who sent in this request, I hope you liked it!}

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Anything Chapter 7

SUMMARY: On the precipice of death Wynter does the only thing she can think to do to save herself. Something that is forbidden in her practice….to summon a demon and make a deal. The demon that answers her call ask what Wynter is offering and in her delirious state she answers with the only thing she can think of “Anything”.

PAIRING: Demon!Yoongi x BlackWitch OC

GENRE: Demon AU, Mystery, Strangers to Lovers, Soulmates, Smut, Fluff, Angst, slowburn

WARNINGS: violence, gore, murder (maybe), eventual smut, allusions to smut

WORDCOUNT: 6,089

A/N: Here's another chapter! Sorry it's a bit late. Another slow one for the plot..you know! Let me know what ya'll think or if you would like to get added to the taglist! 🖤

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The bell above the restaurant door jingled announcing Wynter’s arrival. Much like Mikrokosmos, Jin’s restaurant, Moon, was just as warm and cozy. Warm lights and small booths made the restaurant feel like a home away from home. When Wynter had asked Jin why he had chose the name he had said he, much like the moon, wanted to always been there for his costumers. Becoming a staple in the community there to serve and heal the community one meal at a time. His ears had gone all red at the confession, but that was why he made Moon.

There were a few regulars already at their tables eating, as Wynter walked by them and straight to the little stool at the bar by the kitchen. It was her go to spot, where she could clearly bother Jin as he cooked and also where she could sneak pieces of food. Unfortunately, someone had already beaten her to it. Taehyung was trying his hardest to pick up a wayward piece of pork belly that Jin was preparing. His chopsticks bring the steaming piece of meat into grabbing distance. “Jin!” Wynter called the chef causing him to look up at her a smile on his face. “Taehyung, is stealing your food.” Jin whipped his head around to see Taehyung with the pork belly halfway to his mouth. He had the nerve to look caught before shoving it in his mouth before his oldest brother could take it away.

“Yah! What have I told you about eating the food!” Jin used his small towel as whip as his started battering his brother, yelling at him about theft and contamination. “Next time I’m gonna just kick you out.” Wynter was doubled over laughing as she tried and failed to climb into the stool next to Taehyung.

If looks could kill Tae would be committing the most vile murder. “This is your fault,” he grumbled as he down his cup of soju.

Wynter shrugged her shoulders, still giggling, “No one told you to sit in my seat.” Simply put he had declared war first. Jin had gone back to fixing a plate still mumbling about how neither of his brother respected him or the santacity of his business. Taehyung was still huffing as he cut his eyes over towards her.

“What even brings you in today?”

Wynter gasped and placed her hand on her chest in mock offense, “Am I not allowed to just stop by?”

“No.” Even with Taehyung's face cold and unphased, Wynter could still see the playfulness peeking through his eyes.

“Well if you must know, Jin asked me to stop by after work.” Flipping her hair over her shoulder she huffed, only to be met with a steaming plate of food in front of her. Her brown eyes may have well just been hearts at the sight.

“Why does she get a plate of food and I get yelled at,” Taehyung whined and stared longingly at the food. Wynter slid the plate away from him, protecting it from his chopsticks and the drool that he was producing.

“She doesn’t steal food.” Jin didn’t even bother to look up from his task to spare his youngest brother a glance.

With his mouth hanging open, Taehyung just looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief, while Wynter giggled next to him stuffing her face. They both knew that was a lie but unlike him she had never been caught. Though it was a battle and she did lose some delicious pieces of meat she was able to finish her meal.

Arms stretched above her head she felt full and happy. Jin’s food always hit the spot and she knew at some point she should pay for it, but as long as he kept giving it to her for free she would take it. Though, Wynter was unsure if Yoongi had ate yet or not, making a mental note to grab him a portion before she left so he could enjoy the goodness. Yoongi’s cooking was just as good, but she was starting to feel bad that he was cooking every night, especially knowing that he technically didn’t need to eat everyday.

“How are things going with your new roomie?” Jin asked causing Tae to perk up from his clearly food induced mini nap.

Wynter’s eyes widen at the question not expecting it. None of them have ever explicitly asked about Yoongi after what happened, so it just through her off. “It’s going,” she answered slowly. “He’s pretty quite and cooks.” She wasn’t really sure how much they wanted to know.

Jin just hummed in response. “So he’s not plotting to destroy the world or anything right?” Taehyung’s bluntness caused her to choke on the swig of beer she had just taken. Needing a few hits on the back to clear it up. “So, is that a yes?”

“What the fuck, Tae?” Wynter rasped out between coughs. “No that is not a yes.” Is that what they thought, that he was trying to destroy the world? Was that what he was doing before when their clan had to fight him? Wynter should really ask more questions about his past, or just look it up, but she didn’t want to pop the bubble of ignorant bliss she was living in.

“Unless you count destroying my mornings with tests regarding magical theory, than no, he’s not planning some grand evil plot.” She wiggled her fingers as she readjusted in her seat.

“So you know where he is at all times then?”

“Test on magical theory?”

Both men were staring at her. Jin with his eyebrow quirked and Taehyung in horror. “No,” Wynter paused briefly, “I don’t know where he is at all time. I unfortunately doing have a Yoongi GPS.” Jin rolled his eyes at her smartass response. “And yes, magical theory. It fucking sucks, but part of our contract was that he has to mentor me to build up my power.”

The topic made her shift uncomfortably, something both men noticed. Not pushing further, Jin sat a to go bag filled with food in front of her. “Take this back home. It has your meds and some infused meals for you. I also packed some meals for Yoongi, too.” He mumbled that last part, but Wynter heard him. His lips were pulled down in a small frown as he thought. “Are you sure you don’t need anything from us?”

His question was sincere, Wynter could see that in the way that his his eyebrows furrowed in concern. “I promise I’m fine. Weirdly enough I feel pretty safe with him around. He just has this aura about him that gives off the vibe of ‘if you bother me I will kill you’ and being included in that bubble feels really safe.”

The silence and judgemental looks that she was met with were annoying. Kissing her teeth she defended herself, “Guys come on! He’s really not that bad I promise.” When she was met with silence she continued, “The worst thing that he has done was leave the toilet seat up.”

Taehyung gave her a blank stare. “He attacked us and tried to kill me.”

“First off from what I heard you all attacked first and emotions were high. Also, he wasn’t gonna kill you.” Wynter huffed and crossed her arms across her chest.

“Tell that to my neck,” Tae grumbled as he took a swig of his soju. He had been wearing a scarf for the past few weeks. The once red and irritated flesh was nothing more that a faint mark now. Wynter couldn’t really argue with that even though she was one hundred percent certain Yoongi wouldn’t have really killed him. It’s hard to convince someone of that when they were the wronged party.

Wynter couldn’t say ‘sorry my demon tried to kill you to protect me’ without sounding crazy. In the end Yoongi would have to be the one to apologize and that was just not going to happen. Clearing her throat she turned her head a bit to look at the floppy haired man. The need to change topics apparent. “How was that date you were excited about?”

Taehyung seemed to perk up a bit at that. He had been talking Wynter’s ear off about this date that a guy had asked him on last week. They spent at least a good two hours the day of the date on videocall, as he went through half his closet trying to find the right balance between “artistic and plebeian”. Wynter was still unsure what that was but Tae happy with the final result.

“It was absolutely amazing!” He fully turned to face Wynter, he excitement evident by the big smile on his face. “We met up at the jazz showcase that they were having at the cafe across from the park. He looked so good. Apparently, he goes there often cause he asked me what type of liquor I liked and then just ordered me a drink. I’ve never had that happened before and you know normally I would hate that but I loved it. I felt so taken care of.”

He paused to take a breath. Wynter and Jin smiled at each other knowing that they were in a for a long one. “We listened to a bunch of bands, and we definitely need to go back Wynter cause I think you would really enjoy some of them. Then like halfway through the set he gets up and walks onto the stage and goes ‘I want to dedicate this song to a special someone who has given me the opportunity to enjoy their company’ and I thought I going faint.”

Wynter gasped, “No fucking way he wrote you a song?”

Taehyung nodded, a proud smirk on his face, “Yes the fuck he did, and it was great. I didn’t know he was such a talented sax player, but he truly is incredible. Afterwards, we went on a walk in the park and talked about all kinds of stuff. He asked me about the new mural I’m painting and if he could come to my next showcase at the gallery. Then-” Tae paused for dramatic effect. “He took me home and fucked me so good I think I have a hole in my wall from how hard the bed hit it.”

They both giggled like madmen, while Jin’s face scrunched in disgust, “Please refrain from talking about your sex life in front of me. I don’t want to have nightmares,” he shuddered as he poured Wynter another drink.

“Why?” Tae asked offended, “Is it because it’s a dry as the Gobi desert over there?” Wynter tried to contain her snort as he put on the best pair of puppy dog eyes, and Jin’s jaw dropped in disbelief before he started yelling.

“I’ll have you know I get laid plenty! I’m actually talking to someone right now!”

“Ah, yes, I’m sure your right hand gives you riveting conversation,” Wynter managed to squeak out, before bursting into laughter. Both her and Taehyung falling over each other.

Jin’s eyes widen, “Betrayal from you hurts the most.” He quickly reached to take the bag of food away, Wynter grabbed it back quickly profusely apologizing and begging for forgiveness. Seemingly satisfied with her Jin relented and left the food alone. Just to be safe Wynter but the bag securely under her seat where the chef would have to walk around the counter to confiscate it. “What about you, Wyn?”

“What about me?” She took another sip of her drink, waiting for him to elaborate.

“Are you talking to anyone? Seeing anyone? Dating anyone?” Taehyung took over for his hyung, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Please like I have time between the hours I work for Namjoon and Yoongi rigorous training schedule,” Scoffing she chugged the rest of her drink before setting it down on the bar counter. It wasn’t that she had a flourishing romantic life beforehand but it had gotten a lot more nonexistent since Yoongi had moved it. Having a male roommate in a studio apartment the size of a shoebox will do that, she supposes.

“So what you’re saying is that you haven’t gotten laid since that fitness teacher a few months back,” Tae stated smugly.

Wynter felt her cheeks heat up, both in embarrassment and at the memory of the highly flexible yoga instructor. Clearing her throat she shyly looked up, “I mean that’s not wrong but it’s awkward now.” Both men just looked at her waiting for her to continue. “I haven’t gone out or talked to anyone in months but,” she stopped them before they interrupted her. “I do have a date on Sunday.”

Jin’s eyebrows shot up in shock. Both brothers sending glances over to the other. “With who?”

“You know Mrs. Kwon who owns that ramen restaurant down the street?” They both nodded their heads. “Well she has been going on about how I should go out with her son and he’s in town this weekend so I agreed.” Shrugging, Wynter absentmindedly started separating some of her curls that were hanging loose around her face.

She wasn’t really all that interested in this date, if she was being honest, but Mrs. Kwon was sweet and really seemed to think that it would work out. Plus she would feel awkward going back home, just to fall asleep next to Yoongi in bed. Like she was cheating or something. She knew their relationship was nothing like that, but Wynter knew she would feel some type of way of he did the same thing.

Her brows furrowed as she let her thoughts sink in. What the fuck was she talking about? Maybe living, and sleeping in the same bed, with a man was getting to her. Looking back at the past few months, if she didn’t know that he was a demon who she sold her soul to she would think that they were just another couple living together. Yoongi cooked their meals that they ate together at the dining room table while they briefly discussed their day, they slept in the same bed, they thought about each other - she didn’t think he thought about her but she for sure thought about him.

Wynter thought about how observant he was and how quietly kind he was. Shocked the hell out of her when after living together for only a few days he knew how to perfectly make her coffee. It was such a small thing, but it somehow stood out to her. On numerous occasions she had tried and failed to not think about how delicious his hands had felt when he had washed her hair and body. She pretended not to remember cause she knew it was for the best, but she did in fact remember how every spot his hands touched felt like a live wire had just went over it. Leaving the area tingling and sensitive. Fuck. Maybe she did need to get laid if she was thinking about the demon who quite literally owned her soul.

She had done a good job blocking out that feeling by now, though she was still a little put off by how her body was reacting to him. Looking at the to brothers knowing glances at each other brought her out of her spiral of thoughts. “What as that look about?” Large eyes squinting in suspicion at the two.

“Nothing.”

“You never go on dates.”

Wynter’s eyes bounced between the two as she tried to figure out what the hell they were talking about. She did go on dates - not often - but she went. “It’s just that,” Jin started smacking Taehyung with his hand towel before he could speak, “We didn’t know you were interested in dating.”

“Why? You two have someone you want to set me up with too?” she joked giving a light chuckle as she shook her head. When neither answered and she saw how red Jin’s ears had become she gasped, “You have someone you want to set me up with!” Pointing her finger between the two of them, “Who is it?”

“It’s -” The hand towel smacked Tae in the face before he could get the second word out.

Glaring at his younger brother Jin spoke, “That’s for him to tell you, but we’ll let him know to go for it.” His smile reminded Wynter of the type you would give to someone who was supposed to know something but was to stupid to know it. She didn’t like feeling stupid but whatever it was that they were hiding Jin wasn’t going to tell so she would just have to corner Tae at a late time to pry it out if him.

“That’s suspicious but I’ll let it be for now.” Wynter gave them both the side eye as she hopped down from her stool and grab her food. “Anyway, I gotta go before Mr. Grumpy burns down the city searching for me.”

“Not funny.” She heard Jin yell as she walked out of the door, waving her hand above her head.

The smell of spices cooking greeted Wynter as she walked into the apartment. “Yoongi, I’m back,” she called as she took her shoes off at the door placing them in the spot on the shoe rack next to his. The bags rustled as she made her way over to the kitchen where the demon was standing over the stove making what looked to be stirfried kimchi. Kissing her teeth she held the bag of food Jin gave her up, “You didn’t need to cook. Jin sent us over some food.”

“He sent you over some food,” Yoongi didn’t even bother to look up from where he was concentrating on not burning dinner.

Pouting she sat the food down on the dining room table, “He sent you food this time though.” At this Yoongi simply glanced over his shoulder to where Wynter was standing with her hands on her full hip and a pout on her lips. Turning down the heat on the stove, he went over to where the bags were on the table, pulling out the containers.

“We can eat the pork belly with what I made.” He mumbled as he took the rest of the containers to put them in the fridge. Wynter stopped him midstep, taking the items from his hands.

“I can put up food. You don’t have to do everything you know.” Opening the fridge she placed the food in the way were they weren’t blocking the items they used all the time. The kimchi stirfried rice was done a few moments later and the both sat and enjoyed the meal. Like most nights in was a comfortable silence between them, but the silence tonight allowed Wynter to stay in her head.

She realized that has she ate this meal that the man in front of her made for her that she felt taken care of. Her mind pulling her back to her earlier thoughts about how she would think they were a couple if she didn’t know their situation. Wynter wondered what it would be like to be in a relationship with Yoongi. He wasn’t this ruthless monster he and everyone else had made him out to be, but than again he wanted something from her so it didn’t matter what she thought. Since she didn’t even know what he got up to when he was out doing go knows what.

For all she knew he could be out torturing innocence kittens and puppies - maybe even sacrificing babies! Wynter knew, or at least hoped, that wasn’t the case since it didn’t really seem like his MO. “What did you do today?” Instead of conjuring up random and ridiculous scenarios, she figured just asking him would be best.

His chopsticks paused half was to his mouth. The small pile of rice sat precariously atop them. Turning his head to the side he seemed to tried to gauge why she was even asking. “Um, I did some more rounds of the neighborhood and searched for Jiyeon,” Yoongi mumbled out the semi-truth.

“And thats all?” Wynter pressed gently pushing her rice around her plate.

Furrowing his brow he sat his chopsticks down to give her his full attention, “Yes. Is there something you would like to ask me?”

Coughing up a small bite of kimchi that went down the wring pipe, Wynter wasn’t expecting him to be so forward. Though it shouldn’t surprise her anymore. “What? No! I just was trying to make conversation and see what you get up to when you go galavanting around town, while I’m at work.” Wynter sputtered out.

“Did the Kim’s put you up to this?” Yoongi’s eyes seemed to narrow at the very thought of the shamans.

“Oh my god, no!” Wynter defended, even though they did place the thought in her mind. “Well, I mean they did ask but then I realized that I couldn’t give them an answer even if I wanted to, but if you say that’s what you did I’m not going to call you a liar.” She didn’t think he was lying, but with the way his reaction was he definitely wasn’t being all that truthful.

Shaking his head the demon continued eating plunging them into a awkward silence. Wynter didn’t mean to offend him, she was just curious cause who wouldn’t be curious about what a demon did in their free time. “What did you do today?” Yoongi’s question was pointed and a little mocking in her opinion.

Huffing she answered, “Well I worked obviously and then went a grabbed the food from Jin.” Yoongi quirked his eyebrow as if to urge her to go on. Wynter stared up at the ceiling trying to rack her brain for what else happened. “Oh! I ran into Mrs. Kwon at the corner store and she ended up convincing me to go to brunch with her son on a date.”

Wynter noticed that Yoongi paused slightly as he chewed his food. His hand tightening on around his glass as he brought it up for a drink. “Is that so?” While his tone was normal, there was something underneath it that seemed agitated.

“Yeah,” swallowing her food she continued. “It’s just brunch and he seems nice enough-”

“You don’t know him.”

“Well he seems nice enough from what his mother has said about him,” rolling her eyes she began clearing off the table. The unspoken rule being that if Yoongi cooked she would clean.

Scoffing Yoongi crossed his arms stretched out in his chair, watching her as she washed the dishes. It wasn’t a lot as he was a clean as you cook kind of person but it was enough. “For all you know he could be a raging serial killer or a lesser demon looking for an easy meal.”

Wynter glared at him from over her shoulder, “I resent the fact that you think I’m easy,” she huffed scrubbing away at the wok. “Besides don’t you have all of your demonic scent or something all over me?” Yoongi wanted to say that that wasn’t how it worked but didn’t feel like getting into that conversation, either way she interrupted him. “I am allowed to have a life.”

“I’m not saying you’re not allowed to have a life. What I’m saying is that going out while someone is trying to actively kill you seems-,”

“If you say stupid I’m going to launch this knife at your face,” the soap covered weapon was held up for Yoongi to see.

“Unwise.” he stated slowly realizing that this was becoming a losing battle. Yoongi knew she was right. If she wanted to date she could date, it wasn’t about her safety, but about his jealousy and possessiveness. She was his soulmate and the thought of anyone else courting her, touching her, was enough to make him murderous. “Look,” he sighed resigning himself to promise he made to not engage with the soulbond. “If you want to go then go, but please for the love of god be safe.”

Wynter’s raised her hands in victory, splashing water all over herself and the floor. Soapy suds clung to her curls as she laughed and swatted them away. “Aish!” Yoongi complained as he got up to get a rag to clean up the floor by her feet, the sound of Wynter humming filling the quiet space. Yoongi could tell that based on his reaction that no matter what he did to try and deny their soul bond it wasn’t gonna work. Realizing that he was in deeper than he could admit he allowed himself the ache that he felt in their bond be soothed by the soft notes she sung.

Sunday came quicker than Wynter would have liked and she was currently trying to muster up the will to get out of bed and get ready for this date she agreed to. Present Wynter cursed Past Wynter for making her do this. Sitting up on bed she glanced down and the demon still tucked in and looking awfully cozy still asleep. Sundays were the only days that Yoongi allowed her to take off cause in his words “The church was onto something with that one.”

Wynter balled her fist up fighting the urge to hit him so that he could be up to, but opted for glaring a the lightly snoring man. Taking a deep breath she got up and got ready. She didn’t go overboard or anything since it was just brunch, some light makeup, a simple robin blue sundress to beat the heat and some heels seem like a good first date outfit. Wrangling her hair up into a high bun had been the real issues causing her to run late.

The place that she had chosen was close to the shop, so that she could make it there in time for her shift. Now, she didn’t usually work on Sundays, but she needed an excuse to leave in case the date went sideways. Wynter walked into the parisian inspired breakfast spot and looked around for her date. It wasn’t like she knew what he looked like, so she just looked for a table that had a lone man sitting at it.

Luckily enough there was only one in the restaurant that looked like Mrs. Kwon hit copy and paste, waving her over. Rasing her hand in greeting she made her way in between the full tables to the outdoor patio. She was happy he had picked outdoor seating since it was such a nice day out. “It’s so wonderful to meet you, Wynter,” he stood up as she got closer to pull her seat out for her.

“You as well, Daehyun,” Wynter smiled as she got comfortable in her seat. The waiter came over and took their drink order before leaving the two alone. Taking a sip of her mimosa she cleared her throat, “So, your mom said that you were finishing up you PhD in engineering?”

“Um, yeah I only have a year left in my program.” His response was stiff, but it seemed to be more from nerves than anything. Wynter assume much like her that this was probably his first date in a while. They sat in silence for a bit longer, taking occasional sips from their drinks until they made what could only be described as awkward eye contact.

Both started laughing at how poorly the date was going. “I’m so sorry my mother roped you into this,” he apologized through his chuckling. “She has been trying to set me up any time she sees a women who she thinks would make a good daughter in law.”

Giggling Wynter nodded her head, “I mean what are moms for if not to meddle in our relationships because we’re taking too long.” They laughed a little at that, “Too be honest if I was back in the states my mom would be doing the same thing too.” After breaking the ice, the conversation seemed to flow naturally. They talked about what type of engineering he was going into and how Wynter enjoyed living in Korea and was considering staying for the foreseeable future.

It was probably one of the more painless dates Wynter had been on in a while, and if she didn’t have a demon going to steal her soul in five years than she would have taken his offer up for a second date. He did seem a little disappointed that Wynter had said no, but she explained to him while she had a wonderful time she just wasn’t any a place to really date seriously since she was still trying to get her footing in the country.

They parted ways after Wynter mentioned that she needed to get to work. She watched as he walked the opposite direction from her. Her heart sinking little bit at the reality that she wouldn’t be able to have a relationship or really a love life. At least that’s what it felt like to her. How do you explain to someone that not only does magic exist but also that demons are real and that you sold your soul to one. They would lock her up in a heartbeat.

Wynter wasn’t naive enough to think that everyone in the world knew about magic. It wasn’t like it was a major secret but centuries of being covertly hidden inside of religion and spiritual practices had limited the normal persons awareness to what the world was truly like. Unless she found someone in the community, she was shit out of luck.

Dragging herself through the shop front door she gave a feeble greeting to Namjoon as she flopped in onto the stoll behind the counter. He was manning the front reading, his horned rimed glasses sliding slightly down his nose. Laying her head on the wooded surface she turned her face towards the fan to cool off. “You okay?” Namjoon asked as he continued to read his book. When all he received was a sigh from Wynter, she watched as he looked up from the page he was reading furrowing his brow. “Do you want to talk about it?” The words were slow as he said them.

“I just left a date,” Wynter’s words tried to get lost in the sound of the fan going but from the way Namjoon’s jaw slightly ticked she knew that he had heard them.

Putting his book down he turned to face her fully, “Do I need to hurt him?” Wynter laughed a little at how serious Namjoon looked, eyes narrow and jawline tensed.

“No.” She set up stretching herself tall not noticing the way the Nmajoon’s eyes fell to cleavage before quickly looking back up. “It actually went pretty well,” she said dejectedly.

“Oh. So then what’s the problem?”

Throwing her hands up in defeat she let the flop onto the counter, “I don’t fucking know maybe the statement ‘so sorry in five years I’ll be dragged down into hell by a demon I sold my soul to when I was dying from a curse so I’m unsure I can if I can commit to this long term’ isn’t the best way to present yourself to a possible suitor.” Wynter chest heaved from her rant. It was so unfair that she was stuck with with shitty ass end of the stick when the one who should be suffering has poofed into thin air.

Namjoon regarded her with a hint of amusement while she just sat there looking like someone had just stolen a kitten out of her hands. “Look, I’m sure you’ll find someone who will be more than happy to be with you. You’re an amazing woman who is intelligent and gifted and not to mention absolutely breathtaking I’m sure that will be just a minor hurdle to someone.” Namjoon mumbled the last have of his sentence in to his coffee cup as his took a sip.

“That’s all great and shit, Joon, but I really just need to get laid!” Wynter head hit the counter as flopped back down onto it, not minding Namjoon as he seemed to choke on his coffee at her outburst. Wynter peeked up at him from where her head was laying to see Namjoon readjusting his glasses on his now bright red face.

“Ah, well,” He stuttered out as he ran his hand through his silver locks. “Maybe if that’s the case than-” Both of their hands whip around at the sound of front window cracking. Scrambling off their seats the made their way over to the large bay window to examine it. The crack was diagonal and cut across the hand painted Mikrokosmos.

It definitely was from something powerful enough to cause the protection ward Wynter put up to crack under the pressure.

Yoongi watched as Wynter and Namjoon examined the crack trying to figure out what caused it. In his defense he didn’t mean to throw an attack at the window, but also he wasn’t expecting to hear the shamans thoughts about how much he wanted to fuck Wynter either. So sue him. Taking a few deep breathes and taking a long drink of his iced americano he regained control of his energy.

The coffee shop across from the bookstore was becoming one of his favorites quickly and it was also a good spot to keep and eye on Wynter to make sure she wasn’t in any trouble. He wouldn’t stay for her whole shift like he used to after she had almost died a second time, but he still checked in for a few hours every time she worked. Yoongi knew that this was borderline stalking but he also still didn’t fully trust Namjoon in protecting her the way the he would.

Jimin tells him all the time that he has control issues, which may be true, and Yoongi had gotten better at delegating and being more hands off, but when it came to trusting the shaman he was having a hard time. He was having a hard time with the whole situation. The fact that he could feel his soul reforming, could feel the gradual re-emergence of his emotions, of his humanity was making him nervous. Something like this has never happened as far as he knows but the fact that it had been written about means that it was still possible. Yoongi had been searching high and low to find any more information about the process or its consequences and he keeps coming up empty.

Yoongi didn’t have time for unknown possibilities with this war with Jungsoo on the horizon. The situation was getting bigger by the day. More scabbles and fights breaking around in the underworld. What was more concerning though was that the fights were starting to happen topside as well meaning that it was about to draw the attention of the shaman clans and then they would be fighting on both fronts. Now he was getting distracted by Wynter. Always wondering where she was and if she was safe. Finding himself anxious and second guessing his every move wasn’t something that had happened to him since before his deal back when he was just a normal human king.

The bitterness of the coffee refocused him from his spiraling thoughts. Wynter moved around the shop resetting the wards, her dress danced around her like water. Curls falling out of her bun as she concentrated like he had been teaching her too. She looked so beautiful today. The knowledge that she looked beautiful to impress some random man was still causing an ache in Yoongi’s chest that he didn’t know what to do about. Didn’t know how to fix. If he leaned into the bond would it strengthen his power or would it completely remove his demonic energy, effectively making him human.

Pinching the bridge of his nose he was realizing the Jimin was fucking right. He did have a problem with control and reaching out for help when a problem became to large for him to handle on his own. He chuckled quietly to himself at the irony that this flaw was what lead Wynter to the situation she was in. Yoongi watched as a proud smile adorned her face. She fixed the crack in the window without blowing it up. He felt his own lips pull up into a smile. Maybe it was time for him to accept that he was in way deeper than he realized.

#bts smut #bts x reader #bts x black reader #yoongi smut #yoongi x reader #yoongi x black reader #bts x oc #bts x black girl #min yoongi x reader #yoongi x oc

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5and3nevermind · 1 year ago

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Well, now anon who asked about who was with whom during their first bb1 has the answer

https://x.com/lovemazejikook/status/1739949481804902629?s=46

Confirmed by Nj

Hi, anon! I’m sorry but I don’t see any new information here.

As I said before, very clearly, I do not think anyone was lying about that night. I never said that Jimin wasn’t with Jk. However, I ALSO believe Yoongi was telling the truth when he said he “cried with Jimin all night long.”

Joon merely confirmed (?)* the first part, that Jimin was with Jk sometime that evening. Jimin isn’t stapled to one location. Perhaps he was with Jk when they got the news and then met up with Yoongi?

The alternative does not make any sense to me. Why would Yoongi lie about this? Jimin and Jk (and Joon) talked very openly about the two of them being together that night. So it isn’t subterfuge to hide the truth.

I also can’t imagine a scenario where Jimin was with Jk all night, yet spent all of that time ignoring Jk and crying on the phone with Yoongi.

My assumption at this point is that Jimin and Jk were together (they are both night owls) when they got the news and then parted ways a short while later. I think Jimin went to Yoongi (based on Yoongi’s statement), and I’m sure Jk would want to celebrate with his special person too. That scenario makes sense to me and corresponds with what Jimin, Joon, and Yoongi have said about that night.

*Joon re-enacted his phone calls with Jimin and Jk. He gestured that he sets the phone down in between calls. So, two separate calls, not the phone being handed over. I’m willing to give you the benefit of the doubt and say that this implies Jimin and Jk were together since Joon describes these two calls taking place back to back and only one “good night” at the end. But again, I don’t think we really got any new information here.

#yoonmin #ask #2020

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soft-bellied-tannies · 1 year ago

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Chubtober Day 5!

Day 5 is actually going to be multiple prompts with a poll!

Fatguarddog's prompt list has Witch's Brew for their day 5 and let me tell you, there are many witch ideas in the drafts. Pick your favorite idea from the list today and I will try to write the winner for later this month!

Also, you get to see how I write my prompts to myself because some of them are a little drabbly 😂

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#1 - Kitchen Witch Jin finds OT6 Coven

Jin is a kitchen witch who runs a cute bakery and infuses his pastries with little bursts of magic that do things like make the person smile, help them have a good day, or ease anxieties. Sometimes, he puts a little extra into certain orders if it’s a regular customer or someone who seems like they need it.

A coven comes in sporadically and Jin has started to favor them, always throwing extra in their pastries. He charms an order for them to grant a wish or desire that each of them has, completely innocent and out of pure kindness. Two members (Taehyung and Yoongi) have started to look a little plumper each time he sees them.

Some of them also deliver good news about a breakthrough in a spell or a new accomplishment and Jin starts to realize it might have been him who did it. He decides to try again, granting a wish or desire charm and the weight continues.

Namjoon and Jimin approach him one day and ask if he had anything to do with it to which Jin starts to get nervous that he is never going to see them again. To his surprise, they invite him to dinner and thank him for his little kickstart because the entire coven has discovered how much they love the changes.

Jin joins the coven soon after and his baked goods become a staple of the household that may or may not occasionally have a little extra something in them like a charm to make their hunger grow three times its normal rate or to make each bite equivalent to three in terms of calories.

The two initial gainers with the hidden internal desire to gain stay the primary recipients of his charms, but some others gain a bit here and there. There is also potential for Jungkook or Namjoon to try out the hunger charms just to see how it feels because they are curious.

#2 - Gaining Curse with Rapline Focus

Namoon is already on the chubbier side and is offered some sort of tea by someone while he’s out on a consult that ends up being a curse (accident or on purpose to be decided).

The curse makes it to where Namoon’s appetite is increased and the first two people he comes into contact with after drinking the tea will be affected. The first person will gain 2 pounds for every 1 Namjoon gains and the second person will gain 3 for every 1.

Namjoon is greeted by Hobi when he gets home who is the first person and Yoongi comes home right after him. Namjoon always has a big appetite and stress eats so the coven assumes it’s related to his work. He’s eating more which leads to gain, but that isn't entirely out of the norm.

What they can’t figure out is how Hobi is gaining double and Yoongi triple when they are eating a fraction of what Namjoon is and of course, it takes a while to notice. Gaining is denied and ignored until it can’t be ignored anymore.

What doesn’t help their gain is also that as their bodies grow, they start gaining their own bigger appetites so not only are they gaining from Namjoon, but maybe a little of their own doing as well.

#3 - OT7 Coven Minor Revenge from Jimin

Jimin realizes the coven may be trying to get him to gain weight after his birthday becomes a two-week affair in October under the guise of he deserved spoiling due to his amazing care for their birthdays.

A fortune teller had randomly told him that his deepest desire was gluttony in an off-hand guess and the coven took it to heart even though Jimin knew that his desire was not rooted in food for himself, but it was to be the best magical baker and running a well-known bakery like his grandmother. (Father sold the shop when he was young and ruined it)

Jimin saw a spellbook open on Jin’s workbench that was for a tincture that would be a month-long craving inducer and appetite stimulant, knowing that they thought they were doing it for his benefit, but Jimin was a little frustrated that they did it behind his back.

Jimin prepared a counter tincture, not an antidote to where they would immediately realize it didn’t work, but a concoction that would cap his weight gain at thirteen pounds - his lucky number and then as he continued to eat, the weight would show at random on the other six. (An impressive spell from his grandmother’s special book he inherited)

Over the next few months, Jimin gains those thirteen pounds and he sees that they are all very supportive and kind, but he also watches with satisfaction when their own figures start to fill out. Jimin knew that he could reason that his practice baking was the culprit.

Eventually, Namjoon and Yoongi finally ask if he was putting anything in the baked goods to make them addictive or fattening and Jimin says no, unlike the stuff they put in his tea which makes all of them tense and apologize.

Jimin explains the reversal spell he made and all of them are impressed, but also content - none of them look to lose the gained weight even after Jimin undoes the spell. Some even continued to indulge in Jimin’s new, successful bakery and discovered an interest and enjoyment in their bigger bodies.

#4 - OT7 Coven Unintentional Body Swap

Namjoon wakes up thin, drowning in clothes, and smaller than he has been in years. Feels light, cold, and wrong - misses being fat. Taehyung wakes up heavy, clothes pulling tight and bigger than he has ever been close to being. Feels warm, thick, and amazing - realizes he wants to be fat almost instantly.

The coven cannot figure out how to switch them back and Taejoon are forced to stay that way. Namjoon starts trying to gain the weight back because he already misses his body.

The coven finally figures out how they were cursed which was an attempt to make the other realize the flaws of their partner. The witch administering the curse wanted to cause Taehyung to become an embarrassed recluse while Namjoon would be left with new confidence. The curse immediately failed as the cursing witch did not realize the confidence Namjoon already held and the fact that Taehyung's coven would never allow him to fall under in that way.

Namjoon ends up gaining back slowly over time while Taehyung maintains and fluctuates some. That continues until they randomly wake up swapped back one year later and find that not much had changed by the flip.

Namjoon was over the moon to have gotten the last twenty pounds he was working for back overnight while Taehyung was excited that he actually got to work for his own gain with the coven's help now.

Throughout the entire process, the other five have been completely supportive and kind of gave up looking for a solution since they both were enjoying it.

#soft bellied tannies #bts weight gain #chubby bts #sbt chubtober

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ahundredtimesover · 1 year ago

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your wirting is so descriptive and like emotional in a way it's like entering into the world of the fic, your way with words is just magical!!!! really love it! could you give some tips/advice on how you have managed to build your skills to this good of a level? is there anything specific you do while writing fics that give you inspiration?

One of my favorite compliments ever 😭😭 if there’s anything I want to be remembered by in this community, it’s this. So thank you 🥹🥹 sending you all the love 💕

Just a disclaimer, I don’t have a literature/creative writing background or anything. But my writing experience is on the analytical side as a political science major but I suppose that helped in writing in general. But at least by personal experience, I can share a few things but pls also check out other sources! Super long post ahead 👇🏽

First of all, I’m an emotional person in general. I feel a lot and looking back, I think journaling as a child helped in my ability to express my emotions. I won’t say I was an avid reader but I would read growing up; Paulo Coelho was a staple. By the time I was in high school, I would write short passages and short stories about what I was experiencing so I really started way before my fanfic era. Secondly, I was going through a tough time from 2021-2022, and that was when I was most prolific, so there was really a lot to say. So in a way, my emotional way of writing was also a coping mechanism. Now for the tips:

Intent. I started reading BTS fanfic right when the pandemic started and I found a lot of comfort in them. And so when I started writing, it was my intention to give comfort as well, and I personally believe that being emotionally vulnerable is one way to do that. I like to balance the rawness with warmth so there will always be supporting characters whose main purpose is to give care and comfort. With that, I'm able to go all out with the emotions without leaving the reader too overwhelmed by them. But it starts with the intention because you have to...

Build it within the story, and not just in scenes or as character traits. You have to be consistent so don't just describe the setting, describe the characters' emotions as well all throughout. I would give my characters specific scenes where they're really just thinking and feeling (it's also a personal practice of mine!) or having moments where they're just taking things in. So it's important to actually let them feel. Which is also why...

You, as a writer, should allow yourself to also feel. Pull from somewhere personal if you can, or from something familiar. One reason I think the stories are as impactful (and this is based off the wonderful messages I've received) is because I let myself be vulnerable through them, which is also why I say that there's a piece of me in everything I write. There's no one story that is my story, but there's at least an experience, a thought, a mindset, a personality trait, a specific fear, and a belief of mine integrated in the characters/stories. It'll feel a lot more natural that way and also more cathartic. To do this, I would literally have moments of just sitting down with my eyes closed. 😂

Play around with the POVs. I do mixed POVs in all my stories and I find that more effective in bringing in the emotions because the reader is able to know (and feel) what all the characters are feeling, especially during a specific scene. There's that omnipotence where you're able to know the narrative of another character as well so the story is basically laid out for you. It may not be the best if you want plot twists or the shock factor, but those aren't really my intent, although the mixed POVs is also a good tool for those. One of my favourite things I've written is when [SPOILER⛔️] in TLA, Amma was talking about Yoongi's letters and you get to read his POV through her. It's the make-your-own-rules-in-fanfiction that makes it fun!

Envision your core scenes and build up to that. Before writing a story, I already know what scenes will drive it. PLM started off as a scene of JK hugging OC from the back and feeling sorry and I thought, what would bring them to that point? Oh, I want them to have a major fight, so [SPOILER⛔️] I had to build up OC being protective of her emotions so when she cried for the first time, it was emotional. I also envisioned Inevitable to have that scene of [SPOILER⛔️] OC breaking down while watching father-and-son bond but I think what added to that was Jungwon wiping her tears, so I made sure to mention that prior. This is also why I describe scenes a lot and why I pay attention to details. I like pulling them out during key moments.

Be patient with yourself. The dialogues could come right away like in the FFY [SPOILER⛔️] scene of JK going to OC in the water, that speech was written before I even finished writing chapter 1 and I had to wait to write the entire story before I could get to that but that was my basis. Or the dialogues could come at a later time and that's also fine. Don't rush it! The perfect line that would usually make your scene will come.

Be inspired by any types of art and immerse yourself in it as you write. I made playlists for PLM, ASDOAH, and Belong that I constantly listened to while writing. Untitled is Indigo in story form for me. TLODS was inspired by the story Dead Stars that I kept reading as well. ASDOAH was inspired by the poem Mouthful of Forevers. Seeing the Tumblr posts about grief and loss helped while writing TLA. Even everyday things can give you inspiration! They help with meaning, feeling, and expression.

I think this covers everything! I'm sorry it's sooo long but I hope one or two things could help you as you write. ☺️ good luck 💕

#mimianswers #mimi things #mimi rambles

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bluesideism · 7 months ago

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someone save him. 01 | jjk/kth

Jungkook is a procrastinator straight A student—rushing around to print his essay minutes before taking a test. Basically, he bumps into Taehyung and gets their essays swapped on accident, Taehyung getting a really good grade and Jungkook getting an awful one.

Namjoon sees Jungkook fly past the window. Ugh. Not again.

Namjoon turns to Yoongi and asks, “Don’t the second years have an essay due today?”

“Yeah, Yoongi says. “And a test too.”

Namjoon sighs. “When will he learn?”

Meanwhile, Jungkook is busy. He’s got an essay and an exam on the same day, and nothing could be worse for an unorganized try-hard. As soon as the teacher left for the restroom in the teacher’s lounge, he knew he was safe to go finish his work, bolting through the hallways.

Jungkook spots Namjoon outside the window of the library. He’s probably taking a walk before the third-years’ exam.

“Hyung!” Jungkook pants and calls out to Namjoon.

Namjoon just turns to him with a knowing look of annoyance, “I’m not printing anything for you while you prepare for your test. I’ll have you know that I also go to this school and I also have a test today.” Namjoon is satisfied with the nose scrunch and semi-defeated look on his friend’s face. He adds, “And I saw you writing that essay in class just now. 15 mins before this test you’re about to take, so this is really just your lowpoint kid. Maybe you should take this chance to start, I don’t know, preparing ahead of time?”

"Never." Jungkook gives a tight and slightly spiteful smile.

Namjoon turns on his heel, laughing softly to himself and shaking his head, “Oh, Jungkook. What are we going to do with you.”

Jungkook lets out a loud sigh and continues running towards the library.

Does this school have to have this many long hallways? And one too many unhelpful Namjoons?

The printer takes a horribly long time to print, seems slower than usual. He curses himself for staying up to study and yet forgetting to print or finish the many citations for his essay. But he’s confident about it. When has he not done well anyway?

He bolts out of the library as soon as the last page is stapled, his strides lengthening. It’s almost fun how fast he has to run to make this work. It’s like time is being pressed or condensed by his pure unorganized nature. But he’s actually enjoying the push and pull, the running towards his goals, turning the corner swiftly until-

Bam.

Until he was met with this. Slammed right into it, actually.

Ouch… Jungkook’s head hurts. And the right side of his body mostly does, too.

The other boy was also sprawled out on the floor, rubbing his head.

“I’m so sorry,” Jungkook starts. Flustered, he doesn’t meet the boy’s gaze.

“No, it’s fine,” the other boy says, voice deeper than Jungkook had imagined for a highschooler. The boy’s stuff was flung all over the place.

“Here, let me help you with that.” Jungkook starts to hurriedly help the boy pick up what he was carrying, and then finds, in the mix of papers, his essay sprawled out on the floor as well.

My essay. The test.

Jungkook picks it up with such force and vigor, he momentarily forgets about the pain of the impact. “Sorry again, but I have a test to ace,” Jungkook shouts behind him as he rushes forward.

When he makes it back to class, he’s met with a bit of awkward air as he’s pretty late. 10 minutes isn't his worst, but definitely not his best. The teacher clears her throat, “Mr. Jeon, I have asked you not to repeat this kind of behavior.”

“I am sorry,” he says bowing his head down and quickly brings the essay up to her desk.

“Name?” she raises an eyebrow.

He takes a pencil from the teacher's little cup of writing utensils. Hastily writing his name at the top of the essay in the neatest handwriting he can while writing this quickly, he thanks the teacher in his head for not being strict about MLA. She might be acting a little cold now, but this teacher definitely lets a handwritten name slide.

Her stern look softens when he gives her a small smile. She knows he tries hard.

Just in time. The test hasn’t started yet.

Jungkook plops down at a desk, pretty satisfied. One more minute of the teacher talking about test strategies, and she starts to hand out the tests.

That’s when someone opens the door to the classroom.

Who could be later than I was?

The intruder is a tall boy who looks sleepy behind his glasses and has his hood halfway up. He is the epitome of nonchalance.

“Mr. Kim Taehyung…” the teacher scolds. “You are…” she checks her watch, “almost 15 minutes late for class on the day of a test. What excuse do you have for yourself this time?”

Kim Taehyung? Jungkook thought. He had never met him, but he must be a second year too because he was obviously in the same class. He seemed to be a complete and utter disgrace already (not like he could really claim he was any more punctual).

Kim Taehyung stretches his neck and looks up at the teacher. “I’m sorry, Ms. Park. I just got caught in a little collision in the hallway.” His eyes glide over to where Jungkook is watching him intently.

The realization hits Jungkook and then a slight bit of annoyance. This is totally not my fault, I ran here and got in just fine.

Taehyung continues, “And the other person wouldn’t even help me pick up my stuff.”

Jungkook narrows his eyes immediately. Bitch.

“Anyway, my sincerest apologies for my failure to be punctual,” Taehyung finishes and takes a seat by the window. He sounds sarcastic and sleepy, yet a bit soft and—Jungkook hates to say it—cute.

The class proceeds with the test, and in an hour and 30 minutes, everyone piles out of the classroom. Another day, another A for Jeon Jungkook. If not for his extra cramming last night, he wouldn’t have known half the material on it, though.

“Yoongi-hyung!” He calls out across the hallway, running toward the figure slumped against the senior lockerbay.

“Jungkookie, what’s up?” Yoongi smiles at him.

“Just finished a test that all the second years took together. Stuffy room,” Jungkook says. “Ah, and I turned in that stupid essay. Thank god I’m done with that.”

“Namjoon and I both saw you running around and he told me he refused to help you.”

Jungkook raises both eyebrows to channel his inner innocence. “Isn’t he so mean?”

“Nah.” Yoongi ruffles his hair. “Serves you right for being such a procrastinator yet still ranking at the top of your class.”

Jungkook huffs, but smiles. He could never get tired of being told he was doing well in school. “Goodluck on your exams. They’re next week, right?”

“Yeah, I’ll need the luck."

Yoongi and Jungkook part, and as Jungkook heads to his next class, he sees Taehyung, the boy from before. Jungkook avoids him and goes the other way.

I got a WHAT.

“What the fuck.”

The little numbers flash back at him on the computer screen as if to say, yep. that’s right. look at us. They read: 64%.

Namjoon peers over his shoulder at the device in Jungkook’s hands, logged onto the school website. “What?”

Namjoon’s mouth flies open and he grins. “Damn! Finally! You’re learning to live.”

“Hyung no,” Jungkook groans, “This is serious.”

The commotion peaks Jimin and Yoongi’s interests, so they perk up in their current position—Jimin sitting on Yoongi’s lap—and stare at Jungkook like two cats.

Namjoon reads their minds and tells them, “Jungkook just got a god awful mark on his essay he turned in last week. It’s amazing. A phenomenon.”

“Shhh, hyung,” Jungkook speaks softly, “You don’t have to tell the entire cafeteria."

For the rest of lunch, Jungkook racks his brain thinking of what he could have done to deserve such a bad score. He had never gotten anything like this.

In the small break before his last class, he stops by Ms. Park’s room and asks if he can see his essay. She is about to take a phone call, but she’s nice enough to hand a straight-A student his paper back with a warm smile, then does a double take at the score.

She puts down the cell phone and says, “Mr. Jeon. This is exceptionally bad. I knew one day would come when your tardiness would affect your scores.” Her eyes soften. “Although I am a bit disappointed, I will allow you to revise it for partial credit.”

Jungkook is alarmed. That bad? he thinks. Even though it was done in a rush, he didn’t think it was that far off from his normal writing, which was all done in a rush anyway.

He nods curtly and thanks her before her phone rings, and she takes the call.

But as soon as he reads the first line, he knows something is very off. These aren’t his words. And in his chest he’s almost growling, Kim Taehyung.

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yeoubimoments · 2 years ago

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daily fic rec time or place (i'll come back to you) by @/taecheeks taekook ✦ 131k ✦ explicit vampires, soulmates

not to sound like a new york times critic, but this was a page-turner! (page scroller?)

the premise and the worldbuilding were really interesting, and aside from being a fresh take on the same old vampire trope, this one was just a joy to read from start to finish. i mean, don't get me wrong, there's angst— but I also stayed up late reading this because of how hooked i was. this one is a staple in my vampire aus collection!

(also everyone's so dramatic in this fic and i dig that)

summary:

For hundreds of years, Jungkook has made it so his weaknesses could not be touched, could not be used against him. Hundreds of years, a small dent in his eternal life, and its snapped and tugged away from him in one night.

When Yoongi had freed him all of those years ago, he swore to never let another person put a hold on him. He swore to never let himself bind to anyone, let them use him as they please.

It only took him five hundred and fifty six years to fuck it up.

[Prompt: Vampires can become servants. They feed off of human servants, drink animal blood, or drink from each other if mated.

Vampires can be enslaved/bound by an object they hold dear to them. These are usually worn by their master (or they just wear a few and command one of the vampires to guard the other items).

Taehyung (at age 8) makes the mistake of getting Jungkook’s ring back. Jungkook kills his whole family and spares Taehyung to return the favor.

Years pass, and they meet again when Taehyung grows up. Jungkook had already forgotten about the incident but Taehyung had not.]

#rec #length_150k #rating_e #taekook #au #vampires #soulmates #bts #bts fic rec #bts fanfic #bts fanfction #bts fic #taekook rec #taekook recs #ao3 #taekook fic rec #mutual pining #taekook fic recs #bts fic recs

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sunnebeam · 2 years ago

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((MISS MAAM THE WAY I CRIED WHEN I SAW U REBLOG A BUNCH OF MY FICS WITH COMMENTS FOR EACH ONE AHHHHH I LOVE YOU!!!!))

mafia!yoon is such a staple in my blog lol i didn't realize all of my yoongi fics had mafia aspects to them 😂 also i'm a sucker for crybaby smut fics so the 'why are you crying princess' line was a must 🥹

in the darkest little paradise.

DRABBLE.

pairing: min yoongi x reader

warnings: smut (minors do not interact), unprotected sex (bc it's fun to fantasize about in fictional situations but please use protection irl), small mentions of mafia shit (again), sex work

masterlist + disclaimers.

note: yet another smut drabble that's actually just a buildup for a whole ass wip! enjoy

— prev: (none) | next: and all the pieces fall

You're not much of a crybaby, not when life has a way of toughening you up.

But right now, with your legs high up in the sky as you lay on your back, your skin reveling in the soft velvet of the sheets, you blubber incoherently with uncontrollable tears streaming down your face.

The reason for your tears is wearing a smug look as he looks down at your pitiful, crying form.

"Why are you crying, princess?"

His thumb never leaves your clit just as his cock never leaves your warm, wet heat. But he doesn't move.

"Yoongi—"

"Yeah? What do you want?"

He's ruthless, rubbing circles on your sensitive nub but remaining otherwise motionless while he's balls deep inside you.

You hate crying. You hate pleading, as well. But Yoongi singlehandedly makes you do both.

After all, Min Yoongi owns the streets of Daegu. It should be a no-brainer that he owns your body, too.

He loves you like this, loves when your tough facade breaks just for him, loves when you whine and beg and plead to him, loves when you fall apart because of him.

"Yoongi," you whimper when he twitches inside you, "move."

If someone else tries ordering him around, they'd lose a limb.

But here you are, your pleas commanding him to fold to your every whim, your moans and lewd sounds spurring him to give you what you want.

And he does.

Yoongi starts off slow, knowing just how much you love the buildup despite your whining. He gathers a generous amount of spit in his mouth and lets it drop on your waiting cunt, groaning when he observes the mix of juices pooling between your spread legs where the two of you are joined.

"I've spoiled you too much," he teases, his hips starting to pick up a faster pace. "Bossing me around. Never saying please."

You're too fucked out to respond and it's not like he expects you to, anyway. Not when he starts jackhammering into you just the way you like it, and he begins to feel the fluttering of your walls.

"Yoongi," you sob, and as if to appease him, you chant, "please, please, please—"

And then you fall.

Yoongi loves it when you climax. You thrash around, hands gripping anything you can reach – the sheets, the bed posts, your hair, your tits. There's a beautiful vulnerability to the sight, a stark contrast to the tough, closed-off act you normally put on.

In truth, the both of you are closed-off people. But right here, with your cunt squeezing the life out of his dick, with your naked bodies connected in the most intimate of ways, he allows himself the same moment of vulnerability.

He falls. He reaches his peak and spills inside you, leaning down and groaning into your neck as you wrap your arms around him in a tight embrace.

Anyone looking at the two of you right now would think you're two lovers basking in the afterglow.

In another world, maybe. But in this dark little paradise, you can only wish.

Because he's Min Yoongi, the ruthless mob boss, the topdog of Daegu. And you're just a no-named prostitute, a whore, a nobody.

You know better than to dwell on it. So you suck it up, put on a face for him, and try to make the rest of his visit worth his while and worth his money.

After all, he's paying for you.

"Hey," he calls out just as the two of you are getting dressed. "Are you available tomorrow?"

"Oh, it's my day off tomor—"

"Not to work," he clarifies. "I mean, to go out."

Your eyebrows furrow.

"Out?" you repeat. "Out where?"

"To dinner."

You blink. "You want to take me out to dinner? Why?"

"Don't people usually go out for dinner to celebrate their birthdays?"

"My... birthday...? Wait, what?"

Yoongi just smirks. He then kisses your cheek before walking out the room with a quick, "I'll pick you up at seven," thrown over his shoulder.

You're dumbfounded. You're flustered. And truthfully, you're a bit excited. But most of all, you're confused.

Because how did Yoongi know tomorrow's your birthday?

#thank u for reading u're now my fave person in the entire world #feedback: in the darkest little paradise

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cloudykaii · 3 years ago

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little things: bts

the first installment of the little things series. includes: eighth member of bts genre: cute, platonic, personal headcanons

you have a significantly different relationship with each of them, but none of them are lesser. it’s very obvious that the eight of you have a very deep amount of love and respect for each other, and that doesn’t change. you have been through a lot with the support of each other, and also suffered together. there are so many moments to remember and choose from, but some of them just stick out more than the others.

JIN

your relationship with jin is very wholesome, which tends to shock a lot of people. many people expect something resembling the chaos that occurs between him and jungkook, but jin is honestly pretty soft with you. there are hours of footage of him taking care of you. he often tries to feed you, only for you to say you’re not hungry, or that you already ate, and he turns into a dramatic grandmother, acting like you offended him. you always end up eating the food.

jin babies you, but it doesn’t really get overwhelming like one might expect. it seems to just come naturally to him. he could be doing a live and walk into the room to see you half asleep and wrap you in a blanket and massage your scalp or run his fingers through your hair until you are fast asleep without ever even stopping whatever he was talking into the camera about.

he values making you laugh. humor is basically a staple in your relationship. he tells a chain of bad dad jokes that progressively get worse whenever you’re sad, but they never fail to make you laugh. it’s not unusual for you to find him at random hours of the day just to tell him a funny pun you thought of or found.

jin often gets in trouble for encouraging you to do what you want with your body. although he would not necessarily be thrilled if you suddenly showed up with a nose piercing, he would never stop you from doing what you want, after all, it’s not his body. he just wants you to understand that not even bighit should stop you from living your life and missing, a fear he has since you started in the career so young.

YOONGI

yoongi and you are very close. you feel very comfortable with yoongi in a way that can be hard to achieve even through year long friendships. he doesn’t judge you for the hardships you’ve gone through, and he understands when it makes you rant like, “and i know that sounds petty and i know it’s childish but...” he’s there to listen to you.

even when you went through your short lived teen drama phase, yoongi was there. it was short lived because you were busy in your career, and because yoongi had no problem being honest with you. “i think it bothers you because you’re jealous.” you never had to psychoanalyze your own issues, because you and him often had in depth conversations about them.

you also matured at a young age, due to both the trainee life and the personal trauma you went through that occurred before joining bighit. it definitely plays a role into the bond between you and yoongi. neither of you discuss the past much, both agreeing that whatever you went through doesn’t define you, and it’s not a roadblock. the two of you have dinner together once a week at least, for a mental health check in without actually discussing it.

yoongi is the brother who would subtly physically care for you. he’s the one that would hold your head against his chest, and place his hand on your ear to block out noise if you couldn’t sleep, something scared you, or you were just feeling relatively anxious. he’s soft as hell for you, but won’t admit, even after he got caught doing the action and whispering, “see? now the nightmares can’t get in. you can sleep now.”

HOSEOK

hoseok absolutely loves dancing with you. you always match his energy no matter what and it’s so much fun to mess with the others by doing suggestive dances with you because there are no feelings involved between the two of you and they react so funny. also, hoseok definitely is the entire reason some ARMY ship you two. he would one thousand percent show you a dance and be like “can we film it though? oh no reason, i just think it’ll be funny to watch ARMY afterwards.”

he is consistently doing sexy dances with you. and although it is fun to watch the way ARMY freaks out afterwards, the actual reason he loves doing it is because he loves exploring things within dance and he knows that you love the art just as much as he does. It’s easy for him with you. there is a mutual layer of trust between the two of you, and it’s unspoken but proven with the way your body moves with his.

he definitely spoils you, and no it doesn’t matter that you have your own money and could easily buy exactly what you wanted all buy yourself because “but i got it for you instead, so really, this is just the universe giving you a sign to accept me”

i’d like to think that he’s kind of touchy, but subtle. he’s not all over you all the time, but in public he likes to have his arm around you, or holding your hand. there have definitely been jokes like ‘5 times jhope was part of y/n’s outfit’

NAMJOON

after giving it some thought, i also happen to think that namjoon is one of the most protective members. he cares about your well-being and he’s always going out of his way to make sure that you are okay. i think it’s because he was there when you were young and new to the industry and didn’t know how you had to change the way you let things get to you, and he knows that you’re different now because you’re strong and tough and resilient, but he also knows that it’s okay and normal to let things bother you, and he doesn’t want you to just lock part of yourself away forever.

he definitely takes into account that you’re the only girl, in the most respectful way. sometimes it’s something simple like “okay but does she have to wear a skirt? the rest of us are wearing pants for the show and it’s cold” to your stylist and sometimes it’s just making sure that they remember their boundaries or buying you products, and sometimes it’s giving you a little wiggle room against the rules where he can to see your friends because he’s sure you need a break

given that there is so much misogyny all the time, he would try his best to make sure no one throughout your careers spoke to you a crazy kind of way. of course, it’s not always possible, and it’s fine because like i said, you’re able to hold your own, but that doesn’t change the fact that he does his best to protect you from everything he possibly can.

he often confides in you about his own fears because just as much as he is there for you, he trusts you and knows that you are there for him too. it’s not uncommon for him to be found outside with you just talking.

he also loves taking you out to all the different museums and exhibits he visits to share with you what he loves most about them and finds intriguing, also prepared with a list of what about it reminded him of you and why he thought you’d enjoy it too. you always do.

JIMIN

he loves you so much. i think a lot of people talk about your friendship with him because you both trust each other so obviously, it’s not unlikely that you’ll get into things together. jimin feels like he can just let go with you, and he provides a space for you be confident without having to mask it as being funny so there aren’t rumors about you being self centered.

when you’re in the spotlight so often, everything you do has a consequence and since people love to be in others’ business, it often means you’re painted to be the bad guy. jimin might just understand that better than anyone. when things get too much, or rumors spread again about you because of something innocent, he knows how to take your mind off it- because sure in a few days no one will talk about it anymore and it won’t seem like it matters, but it’s your life and jimin knows it hurts.

i like to imagine that when playing games, jimin likes to try to be on your team when he can’t be with taehyung. the two of you are so sassy and ready to make it, and it makes the energy of everything so fun. especially when you don’t do something within a game perfectly- as how playing goes- and jimin pretends to tackle you

TAEHYUNG

because you and jimin are so close, it’s easy for you and taehyung to pretend there’s a rivalry between you guys. there isn’t and the both of you are more than close, but it’s so fun to play up the running joke that you and him are fighting for jimin- and jimin plays along. it’s gotten you a little hate from shippers, but it’s one of those things that are easy to ignore

we all know that taehyung loves trying new things and he loves to teach himself things, and i think that’s something the two of you share. you both find a goal and then meet up or just talk about the progress you’ve made. i think it keeps both of you productive and you both like being able to say that you’ve explored being so versatile. so you’ll listen to him and his trumpet, and he’ll let you ramble in whatever language you’re trying to learn now, both of you supporting and keeping each other accountable.

taehyung has a list in his notes of all your favorite things. at first it was because he was worried you’d be scared of them and he wanted to be kind to you so you wouldn’t have to be, but then it became a way of being there for you, and getting to know you as well as he possibly could because he enjoys you and your company

i think that taehyung likes to jokingly ground you, but it’s never for something serious. like in rehearsal, he’ll do one of his growls for songs or do a move really well, and you interrupt him - of course being careful not to actually be disruptive- by cheering and hyping him up a little too much on purpose just to see the way he lights up and has to cut off because of his smile and then go “that’s it. you’re grounded”

JUNGKOOK

jungkook and you together is a dangerous duo. the two of you often get lost in your own world. you know how jungkook shuts down in interviews sometimes? yeah well, sometimes it consists of you both just silently poking at each other or pointing things out. he’ll lightly tug on your skirt hem or your belt loop to get your attention, and you’ll just grab his sleeve or hold his pinky to get him to follow your gaze. it’s very rare that you ever have to actually say anything because you just somehow seem to understand each other.

jin likes to make jokes that you enable each other too much. like during games when you both become a little too competitive and everyone is like “we specifically said don’t do that!” and you two are just like “well that was a very vague statement i feel like that wasn’t necessarily directed at us”

people also ship you and jungkook just because the two of you take care of each other. he’s such a gentleman, too. he’ll give you his jacket often, whether it’s to be warm or cover up with, and we all know he’s a very touchy person. there’s a very viral video of the two of you sitting together in the background of a video about vmin and you’re just talking animatedly and no one can hear what you’re saying but it’s cleat your excited and when you start getting hyper jungkook just cups your face with a smile just as wide and is mumbling “breathe, breathe” and you do for about ten seconds before you go back to rambling and he just sits back with the biggest smile on his face ever, watching you fondly.

one of the most famous moments between you two is a video of you two talking to txt and you’re holding hands and everyone is like “look at the parents talking to their kids!!!”

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