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justasparkwritings · 4 years ago

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Peace: Coming of Age

Pairing: Jungkook X Reader

Genre: Angst / Slice of Life

Rating: PG15

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: Swearing

Summary: Jungkook takes his first steps in creating a life for himself.

Listening: peace by Taylor Swift

Peace Master List

Jungkook paced the room, the grey walls agitating him as he searched for answers. He’d filmed the video five times. Three with a hoodie on, two without. He kept refilming to perfect his vocals, or at least that’s what he told himself. Perfectionism was easier to grapple with than baring his soul to millions. Was he ready to show the world what he’d done?

Jungkook had spent the last third of his life in the spotlight. The articles, photos, videos, all captured him growing up. He went from a fresh-faced tween barely through puberty to a full-fledged man. He had grown in front of their eyes, finished high school, and debuted with a band that had captured the world’s attention. He had been taken under the wings of Jin and his five other hyungs. They had watched him struggle, both academically and professionally. They had guided him through the drastic changes in his life, from leaving his family to relentless dance practices and endless vocal lessons. They guided him when he was falling apart, and through their love he had grown into the man he could happily say he is. He’d taken little parts of their personalities and combined them into his own. It was hard to tell when JK ended and the six hyungs began.

Jungkook hadn’t told the rest of BTS of his plans, of what he wanted to do in order to feel that he had completed his metamorphosis. He was cagey, dodging glances and prying questions. He was private, but there wasn’t anything he couldn’t tell them. Except this. It wasn’t until they had snuck up on him one day and caught him reading an article about the significance of tattoos in western culture that they grew concerned that he would taint his flawless skin.

Hoseok sat him down first, tone damning, asking him what he intended to do, and why would he choose to ruin his body? Through the years Jungkook had become accustomed to Ho-Seok’s aversion to anything that would harm or change his physical form. Dying his hair was the closest thing he would do, and even that felt like he was desecrating a sacred temple. He didn’t pierce his ears, he certainly would not get tattoos, and though he had an unusually sunny disposition, body modification of any kind made Ho-Seok’s skin crawl. He respected his members decisions to pierce their ears, two, three, five times, but him? No thank you. He had thought that tattoos were always going to be off limits, even when years prior Jungkook had expressed his desire, on camera, to stain his skin. No member had committed to something so permanent. Piercings close, hair can be dyed back, but this?

Hoseok couldn’t tell if he was mad at JK for recklessly ruining himself, or worried that his decision would endanger the rest of them.

So, he pled his case, and a day or so later, Namjoon tried to talk any sense into JK. He knew it was no use, but as leader he was mandated to speak to him.

“Why do you want to do this?” Namjoon asked. They were seated outside, beers in both their hands.

“Do you feel like yourself, 100% of the time?” Jungkook countered, glancing at the fading sun.

“90% of the time, yes, I do.” Namjoon responded.

“And you feel comfortable in who you are?”

“Why are you interrogating me?” Namjoon stared at his golden maknae. He had raised this boy, crafted and melded him into the man sitting in front of him. Had it been too much?

“You write most of our lyrics, you express your emotions.”

“Yes, and I understand how you’re feeling,”

“Do you? I am me trying to navigate this life that I somehow signed up for when I was a child. I have had to conform every day of my life. I have struggled to find my identity, to showcase who I am, without ever having the time to grow or discover myself. Now I’m a man, who doesn’t know any life outside of constant cameras and the six of you guarding me. What’s yours is mine and what’s mine is yours, but what if there’s nothing of me? What if they’ve taken it all?”

“You signed up for this Jungkook,” Namjoon felt defensive. His moves, silent and unseen, had pushed Jungkook to this position. His invisible strings had carved him from a child to an adult, his guidance had constructed the golden boy. Namjoon had nurtured Jungkook to be strong in his convictions and fierce at heart. He encouraged his hobbies, to obsession at times, and pared space for him to study and learn, encouraging him to speak English. Didn’t Jungkook know himself better than any members did?

“The devils in the details, Namjoon,” He countered.

“So, what, to feel like yourself you need to permanently decorate your skin?” Namjoon felt the anger rising. Big Hit would surely blame him for this.

“It’s a part of me, a part of me that I am trying to hold onto. I don’t want to hide part of myself because I’m being told I’m supposed to. I want to be me, I want to make choices for myself,” Jungkook’s passion was evident in the grip he had placed on his glass.

“And what if that part of you changes?” Namjoon wanted to know.

“Are you still the same person you were when we started?” Jungkook asked.

“No, I’ve grown, and I’ve learned a lot,” Namjoon sat back and thought about the challenges he’d overcome in the time BTS had been together.

“Then give me the space to do the same, hyung, please,” Jungkook pleaded.

Namjoon nodded, recognizing that molding Jungkook into the perfect band member had done more damage than he realized, the cracks were beginning to form. When Jungkook had joined, RM and Seokjin had been placed as his guardians. They were to protect him, keep him focused, help him grow. He was a child, a baby, compared to the older two. His insecurity and shyness had tried to swallow him, and would’ve if not for the doting care the members had given him. Namjoon had, in a word, overstepped. His grip on Jungkook’s life was impenetrable to the point that sometimes it was hard to know where Namjoon ended and Jungkook began. He wasn’t raising Jungkook, he was manipulating him. The devil had always been in the details, at the hands of Big Hit, that devil was Namjoon.

“Jin’s supposed to try and knock some sense into you…” Namjoon said, standing.

“What’s he going to say that you and Hosoek-hyung haven’t?” Jungkook asked.

“I don’t know, but listen to him,” Namjoon reminded the maknae to respect his elder, something he had thrown away when speaking with Joon.

Namjoon left, leaving JK to sit in his thoughts. He didn’t know when Jin was planning on showing up, and he wasn’t sure he could handle another confrontation and berating. Jungkook was lost in his thoughts, his glass slowly emptying when Jin strode in, keys in hand.

“Let’s go eat,” He said. Jungkook nodded, following him.

As they sat at their usual table, drinks on their way, Jin wasted no time diving in.

“They’ve all been hard on you?” Seokjin asked.

“Yes,” Jungkook responded.

“Well, what do you want me to say?” Jin questioned.

“That you support me,” Jungkook’s gaze never strayed from the empty spot in front of his glass.

“What does management say?” Jin asked, ignoring Jungkook’s suggestion.

“That they can’t technically stop me, but I’ll always be covered. No t-shirts on tour, music videos, anything. If everyone’s in a tank top, I have to be in a tank top with a jacket or long sleeves.”

“Even in summer?” Jin questioned.

“Even then,” Jungkook answered.

“And you’re okay with that?” Jin wondered.

“Yes,”

“Alright, have you thought about ARMY?”

“I can’t imagine they’d be mad at me,” Jungkook said, glancing at Jin. Jin was calm. Jin was always calm, particularly when it came to heady conversations about the direction Jungkook was taking.

“Okay, if you’re sure,” Jin left it at that. He quickly moved to ask Jungkook what he wanted to order, their usual banter resuming.

Jungkook sat in the tattoo artists main chair, arm exposed, hand at the ready. The artist asked if he was without a doubt positive he wanted ink decorating his dominate appendage, and he nodded, telling them that each item stood for something. As the artist began, he recounted why.

“The inverted V is for Taehyung, that’s his nickname. He’s funny, and charismatic. The most indecisive person. He is one of the best dancers, and just makes me laugh all the time. He comforts me when I’m upset and is always making sure that I’m okay. RM is for Namjoon, he’s the eternal leader. He’s wise and thinks before he acts. But he’s clumsy. He always pushes me to think deeper, to find the emotion that a song needs, or to remind me to slow down when I’m pushing myself too hard. RM’s our guiding light. M is also for Yoongi, who understands the parts of me that I sometimes think no one does, but he also doesn’t understand the fundamental parts of me… The Y completes ARMY, I am nothing without them.”

The phrase had become common place, BTS is nothing without ARMY. They eat, sleep and breathe ARMY. Who are they if ARMY doesn’t stand beside them, encouraging them on?

ARMY was the reason for his success, but they were also the thorn on his rose. Army watched every move he made, every note he hit, every smile cracked. They’d glommed onto him immediately. Isn’t Jungkook so cute? Did you see how Jungkook dances to Boy in Luv? Have you seen his smile? They cheered when he succeeded and picked him up when he fell. As much as the members had raised JK, he recognized that ARMY was the reason he had to be raised by his hyungs in the first place.

Being raised by people other than your parents is an odd experience. Leaving home and forging a new path without so much as a safety net below would be scary to anyone, but particularly for a child who hadn’t experienced much outside of his home. Jungkook had talent, anyone could see it. He had potential, because he had potential, Big Hit had taken a chance on him. They had molded him and groomed him into a superstar. So much so that by age 23, a song dedicated to him negotiating his stardom with quality of life would become a sexual anthem. Big Hit’s ownership of his existence had sent him into many a tailspin. He compensated the only way he could: working himself to extreme exhaustion and spending nights drunk in the dorms. The other members addressed it delicately, but when his back was turned, they spent countless hours discussing the “problem with Jungkook”.

Perfectionism is often a sign of OCD, a way to control what feels uncontrollable, a way to manage anxiety and stress through precise and repetitive habits. If practice was four hours, Jungkook danced eight. If it took Jimin ten takes to nail an eight count of vocals, Jungkook took twice that. He practiced diligently, sweating through layers and layers, never satisfied until his body gave out. He worked out seven days a week, often hours long sessions not including time with trainers. He was obsessed with his physic and how he could make it stronger. BTS often worried and tried delicately to address their concerns. Jungkook wouldn’t listen, until he blew his heel out an needed stitches. What was meant to be a wake up call ended up giving him more focus and increasing his desire to be perfect.

“Perfect for who?” Suga had asked during an intense discussion of Jungkook’s workaholic tendencies. Jungkook stared at him, Suga, who hates working out, hates other people, and would be content to sleep for days on end, was asking him a stupid question. He turned to Ho-Seok, who nodded.

“Perfect for ARMY, perfect for him,” Ho-Seok had responded.

Hoseok and Jimin both nodded. The three of them formed the dance line, the strongest dancers with Taehyung closing in at #4. Together they banked hundreds of practice hours, innumerable tapings and work ups by the medical team, and were responsible for BTS’ dance routines coming together. They bore the brunt of the work, and their bodies, though young, managed the wear and tear. Ho-Seok worked hard, but Jungkook worked harder.

Namjoon listened to every conversation about Jungkook with ears peeled, writing down any information he needed. If there was a problem with Jungkook, it would soon fall to Namjoon to correct, though his perfectionism had been a drug Namjoon had heavily pushed.

“What’s the J for?” The tattoo artist asked, pulling Jungkook out of his thoughts.

“That’s for Jin, Jimin and J-Hope,” He responded, looking down at the work being done on his body.

“They’re your elders?”

“Yes, Namjoon and Seokjin raised me. They’re all my brothers, but Namjoon and Jin helped me study, they encouraged me, bought me food and made sure I was spending enough time on studies and training. Jin drove me everywhere before I could drive myself, and he spent years teaching me how to be a good person, and a good man. Jimin’s a terror, and Ho-Seok is the only one who understands my drive.”

“The plus signs tie you together?”

“Yes,”

“The heart? And the symbol?”

“ARMY will know.”

Jungkook had waited a few days before displaying his ink to BTS. They were skeptical and unsure how they liked what he had done to his right arm. They were honored he had chosen his hand to honor them and concerned what it meant for him going forward.

Jungkook wasn’t ready for the world to see, and neither was management. He spent the first few months with band aids on his hand until his ink was healed, then layers and layers of make-up.

As he paced in the gray room, a cover of Never Not waiting to upload, he decided to honor himself, to honor his heart, and post the video where his tattoos were exposed. Management had said he could share them when he was ready, and it would be at that point that they stopped covering them in make-up, except in specific situations where his ink would be a detriment to the group. He took a deep breath, like his ink, this choice was permanent.

Once the dust of his ink settled, through a few poor choices and copious empty liquor bottles, he found himself out in Echo Park. A stranger had commented on his ink, and Jungkook’s mind wound back to the conversation he’d had with the tattoo artist about them. His tattoos meant something to him, and their meaning intensified every day.

This is why, on a chance encounter in a low-light restaurant in Echo Park, Jungkook had been so taken with yours. The delicate ink on the back of your arm, the art creeping up your calf sent a shock through him. Who were you, and what did these symbols mean? He cautiously went up to you at the bar, nodding at the bartender who asked for his ID immediately. He flushed. Should he abandon ship?

You turned and smiled. It was blinding.

“Hi, I noticed your tattoos,” He said, thankful he had spent the past few years working on his English.

“Oh,” You were unsure how to respond.

“They’re really beautiful,” He said, his cheeks flushing again. Having spent his youth in Big Hits control, flirting wasn’t a game he knew how to play.

“Thank you,” You responded, your cheeks turning rosy.

“Can I buy you a drink?” He asked, right eyebrow raising. You smiled at the quirk.

“Yes, and you can tell me about yours,” You said, already making sense of the ink in front of you, and the man it belonged to.

“I’m Jungkook,” He said, extending the same hand you had been admiring.

“I’m Y/N,” You said, extending yours to shake.

Jungkook swore the earth began to quake at that very second, your skin meeting his for the first time, your smiles blinding the patrons of the restaurant. Everything melted away as the heat from your bodies glued you together. It was in the moment after, when you had unwillingly returned his hand to him that he realized his coming of age had come and gone, he had transitioned into a man, ink and all.

Next: Wasting Your Honor

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9hwa9joong · 4 years ago

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My Top Songs [2020]

Hi all!

As 2020 comes to an end (thank whatever higher power there is), I wanted to share a list of my favorite songs! (the following are songs RELEASED this year) (I’ve included a list of songs that I heard this year, but weren’t released in 2020, after it). These are mostly korean/chinese.

Alright, this is in NO particular order, just my favorites. I’ve mostly included one song from a group/solo act and added their other great releases in description. It is mostly music that I listened to, so if your favs are not here, feel free to rec me good music! ENJOY!

(the list ended up becoming quite long, so read under the cut)

Black swan(orchestral version) by BTS

BTS had a great year musically. 2 korean albums, 1 japanese and lots of solo stuff. My most played songs are Dynamite (listen, she did what she had to do), Stay Gold (if gold had a sound, this would be it), Black Swan, Blue and Grey (i live for melancholy), Life Goes On (spring day’s successor), Filter(park jimin is a threat), Friends (my feels!), Louder than bombs (TROYE SIVAN), UGH (murder music), 00:00, Moon (jin solos are beautiful always) and Your Eyes Tell (honestly, show me one bad japanese single, i dare you).

Ghosting by TXT

I got into TXT a lot more this year, as opposed to being a casual listener that I was last year. Many people say they have a no-skip discography and I believe it’s true. My most played songs were Blue Hour (i ADORE this song), We Lost the summer, Wishlist, Can’t you see me (the song that made me a stan), Fairy of Shampoo (ethereal), PUMA (choi yeonjun is a threat), Eternally (an ATTACKK!) and their f2020 cover.

Answer by ATEEZ

Ateez is another group i really got into this year, mesmerized by their performance abilities. My most played : Star 1117 (i’m very soft for this song), To the Beat (a true bop), Inception (holy jongho vocals), One day at a time and Good Lil Boy (does hongjoong ever have a bad rap verse?). Their Black Cat Nero cover also blew me away!! (i’m lowkey obsessed).

God’s menu by Stray Kids

I’ve been keeping an eye on Stray Kids ever since hellevator came out and this is my favourite song by them, so far (yes, i had a heart attack when i first saw Hyunjin). Most Played : Back Door (the beat drop gives me life, the choreo is probably my fav), All in, Easy (do they ever have a bad chorus?), GO LIVE (the beat??!! killer), Another Day (i am a slow jam hoe) and My Universe.

Pacman by eaJ

I didn’t think it was possible to love him more after day6 but Jae’s solo music has proved me wrong. Yes, i love Pillows (with Keshi) to bits but pacman is my first love. Most Played : It just is (Seori and their golden vocals), LA TRAINS (vocals!!!), Pinocchio (the mv is adorable, the beat is so fun), 50 proof (the vibes man, it's the VIBES) and TRUMAN.

Left & Right by Seventeen

Another group with amazing releases this year, I’m slowly getting into Seventeen more these days. Most Played : Fallin’ Flower (so beautiful, the vocals), 24H (the beat change?!!???), 17 (Joshua, DK and Pink Sweats) and HOME;RUN (this is a brand of fun that is entirely their own).

Not by the moon by GOT7

I am no stranger to GOT7, i’ve liked their music for years now but this is one of their more lyrical releases this year and i adore when GOT7 does this type of music. Most Played : Poison (jackson opens it and the vibes are immaculate), Last Piece (the way the vocals flow into the rap) and Thank You, Sorry.

So Beautiful by DPR IAN

This is literally the first song i’ve heard from this artist, please rec me more. I also adore No Blueberries with DPR LIVE and CL.

Eight by IU, Prod. SUGA

IU is an indisputable vocal queen, and her music always comforts me greatly so when i heard she was having a song produced by Yoongi, i promptly lost my shit. It was everything I expected and more and embodies sorrow and pain with great grace. Give you My Heart from the ‘Crash Landing on you OST’ was also a loved song this year.

Cry for me by TWICE

How do i talk about the queens? TWICE is the group i go to when I want fun music with good vibes but this song has such bad b*tch vibes that i am in love. Most played : More & More (a bop), Don’t call me again, I can’t stop me (i love the way it flows), Handle It (the vocals??? How pretty this song is???) and Say Something (seriously, eyes wide open is an amazing album).

Criminal by Teamin

Where do i start with Lee Taemin? I love almost all his solo stuff. He grabbed me by the neck ever since ‘Move’ and hasn't let go. Criminal is SO taemin that i don't think anyone else could have delivered the concept with such grace and grit. Most Played : 2 Kids (the chorus is so good), Clockwork, Idea (i love the vibe) and Pansy (i'm a ballad hoe).

Maria by Hwasa

Listen, i loved Twit when it came out but i love Maria as her sound so much more. Most Played : I’m bad too (feat. DPR LIVE) (i love the beat, the vibe and the flavor), LMM and Orbit from ‘The King: Eternal Monarch OST’ (as soon as her voice comes in, i loved the song).

Breath by DEAN, Rad Museum, Mokyo

I’m not aware of many DEAN releases this year, please feel free to rec me if I missed any.

Dear my friend by Agust D ft. Kim Jong Wan (NELL)

D-2 was everything expected from the second mixtape off Agust D and yet it brought a fresh wave of singing and melodies, once again proving the man’s production genius. This song is so reminiscent in it’s lyrics and still so real, its my favorite off the record.Other songs I loved : People, Deachwita and What do you think? (i DID love the complete mixtape though).

Given - Taken by Enhypen

Yes, I watched I-LAND. Given-Taken was a better debut then I expected at first. 10 months (the chorus and beat) and Flicker off their debut album were also played a lot.

I just want to stay with you by Zion.T

The King: Eternal Monarch was a much awaited drama for a lot of people and it’s OST is one of the best ones this year. Zion.T’s amazing vocals really did an amazing job of expressing the love in the story. Other songs I really liked from this album were Gravity by Kim Jong Wan and the Hydrangea Instrumental by Lee Geon Yeong.

The purge by Jay Park, pH-1, Woodie Gochild, Sik-K, and others.

H1GHER: RED TAPE is my hype album of the year. All artists involved did an amazing job. Seriously, get yourself some bomb ass beats, as a treat. Other loved tracks : Telefono Remix (Woodie Gochild is great at his flavour of delivery), Closed Case and The Arrival.

Soul by Lay (zhang yixing)

Yixing’s album LIT was his best project till date, no arguments. He’s really evolved into such a refined musician, especially with how well he merges traditional chinese instruments into Hip Hop/RnB beats and I adore the vibe of this album. Although the album is great entirely, Soul is my favourite for how softly and prettily it flows. Other loved tracks: Eagle (the BEAT), Fly, Boom (bops on bops on BOPS) and Call My Name.

100 ways by Jackson Wang

It is astounding how well Jackson has formed his own style of music ever since starting off with Papillon. He’s also sort of come into himself as an artist and it has birthed some great music. Other loved tracks : Pretty Please (i love the vibe of the song!) and Should’ve Let Go (ft. JJ Lin).

SUGA’s interlude by Halsey

Idk how else to explain it but Halsey and Yoongi have great music synergy. There’s something about their song/lyric writing that matches very well and needless to say, I adore the song. Blueberry eyes by MAX is also another great Yoongi collab.

In Your Time by Lee Suhyun

It’s Okay to not be Okay had an OST that was dreamy, gritty and very fairytale-esque, much like the drama itself. Among a bunch of great songs, this one is my favourite. Other loved songs: You’re Cold by Heize (always delivers!), Breath by Sam Kim (OST angel), Hallelujah by Kim Feel (chills!), In Silence by Janet Suhh (literally how angelic is her tone??), I’m your Psycho by Janet Suhh (it’s creepy in a dreamy way) and Brother | Her World | Through the dark Tunnel of time | Butterfly - all amazing instrumentals by Nam Hye Seung and Park Sang Hee (seriously, go listen to the album).

By my side by Junny

Another great discovery towards the end of the Year, Junny has vocals for DAYS and admirable delivery. Other loved songs: AURA ft. pH-1, edge (this is so hypnotising in it’s beauty) and I will. Please feel welcome to educate me more about this artist!!

Make a Wish by NCT

NCT always provides bops and NCT U is my favourite sub-unit, for their unique style of music, so when they came out with this song I was ready and they delivered! Most Played : 90’s Love (the old boy band theme was so well done), From Home (i’m a sucker for slow songs), Nectar (yes, i adore WayV’s music), MAD DOG by NCT 127 and Kick It by NCT 127 (this is the flavour of NCT i LOVE).

Zombie by Day6

Day6 has always been in my daily otations and as always, they put out good music after good music. I loved both the original Korean and the English versions of this song (they do rock well, what else is there to say?). Other loved songs : Tick Tock (oh the vocals, the way the beat moves!), Love me or Leave me, Day and Night... actually the whole Album is great, go listen to ‘The Book of us: The Demon’.

Fearless by Ma Di [other chinese songs]

Chinese songs have been a surprisingly pleasant addition to my daily rotation. Fearless from the “Go Ahead” OST takes the top stop because of how well it embodies the struggles of stepping into adulthood, the melody and MaDi’s amazing vocals. Other Chinese songs I loved: Praise for Red Plum Blossoms by Xiao Zhan (the perfect welcoming of spring paired with such expressive vocals), Remaining Years by Xiao Zhan (Joy of Life OST) and his OST for the Oath of Love.

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The following is the list of songs I heard in 2020, but were not released in 2020. Please let me know if you like them, or if you know other similar music! (I know, I know, I’m late to the game) Enjoy!

DEAN - Sometimes I hear Howlin' in my head

Zhang Jie/Zhang Bichen - Simple Wish

Li Ronghao - If I were Young

JJ Lin - What I Miss

Ateez - Mist | Twilight | Wonderland | Say my name | Thank you

Stray Kids - voices

Seventeen - Trauma

Loona - Hi High

Day6 - Shoot me

GOT7 - You calling my Name

RADWIMPS - Is There Still Anything That Love Can Do?

Baekhyun - UN Village

Taemin - Goodbye | want

Aquillo - Silhouette

Talos - To Each His Own

Cigarettes after sex (literally everything)

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I know this was long, if you read it till the end, I hope you all enjoyed it still.

Have a smooth year in 2021,

-love, c.

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strugglingartistno16 · 5 years ago

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BTS Reaction: They Forget Your Birthday

A/N: Hello love, thank you for your request! I’m so happy that you love my writing. Hope that you’ll enjoy this one, too xx

Warnings: Swearing

Genre: Mostly fluff with a pinch of angst

Masterlist

Jin:

You stood in front of the stove, as you desperately tried to scrape off the egg from the bottom of your pan, that had magically glued itself to it. Certainly, you have never been a great chef and therefore let Jin cook whenever you had the chance to. But on this day, you were not able to do so, since your boyfriend spend most of it in the studio.

You were still trying to rescue your dish, when you finally heard somebody open the front door of your apartment. Jin entered the kitchen, which was slowly filling with light smoke from your burned meal, and crinkled his nose at the smell of it, immediately heading for the window to open it and let some fresh air inside.

“Hey.” He greeted you, as he took a few steps towards you, placing a small kiss on your temple and peeked over your shoulder to get a better look at the mess in front of you. “What are you doing?”

You let out a deep sigh of frustration, while putting the pan into the sink and turning to your boyfriend. “Dinner, I guess?”

Jin let out a light chuckle, as he took a seat at the kitchen table. “What have you been up to, all day long?”

“Oh, nothing much.” You answered, a bit upset about how he still hadn’t mentioned your birthday in any form or way. “My aunt called me, but other than that, it was pretty boring without you.”

“Your aunt?” Jin asked in surprise, making you hope that he’d take the hint. “But your aunt only calls you, when it’s your –“

Suddenly, he jumped up as if he was struck by lightning, staring at you with wide eyes. “Y/N, I’m so sorry! I totally forgot!” He admitted while pulling you into a tight hug.

“Jin, it’s fine, really.” You tried to assure him.

“No, it’s not! How could I have forgotten?” Your boyfriend cried out, pulling you even closer to him.

As you let out a light chuckle, you tried to carefully pull yourself out of his embrace, but he held onto you as if his life depended on it. “Jin, please. You’re suffocating me.”

Finally, he let go of you, cautiously mustering your face. “I’m sorry. I’m a horrible boyfriend.”

“Don’t say that. You’re the best boyfriend anyone could wish for.” You retorted while resting your hands on the back of his neck and putting your lips onto his.

“Let me at least cook dinner for you.” He suggested and you didn’t need to look back at your own attempt to happily accept his offer.

Namjoon:

Maybe it was the fact that he hadn’t texted or called you all day long, or maybe it was because you were worried that he’d overwork himself, but at the end of the day you decided that you would visit you boyfriend at the studio, where he had spent all day long.

The sun began to set as you pulled up in front of the building, and you quickly headed inside, straight to Namjoon, knowing exactly where he would be.

“Hey.” You greeted him while pulling the surprised man into a tight hug.

“Y/N! What are you doing here?” He asked you, but gave you a quick peck on the lips, nonetheless.

“I came to surprise visit you! I haven’t seen you all day long, you must’ve gone out while I was still asleep.” You explained, while carefully removing yourself from his embrace. “Maybe we could go to that one restaurant right around the corner, you know, the one we haven’t been to in ages?”

Namjoon nodded eagerly and picked up a few of his things before the two of you headed outside. “Gosh, how long has it been since the last time we’ve been there?” He wondered, sneaking an arm around your waist as you roamed the streets of the city.

“I think it was on my birthday last year.” You told him, while leaning into his touch.

It didn’t take him long to process your words, as he abruptly stopped walking, resulting in you almost tripping over your own feet.

“Remembering something?” A smirk crept upon your face, as you mustered your boyfriend.

“I’m an idiot.” Namjoon let his shoulders slump, eyes apologetically locking onto yours. “I’m so sorry.”

“Joon, no. It’s fine, believe me.” You reassured him while cupping his face with your hands. “You’ll just have to buy me whatever I want at the restaurant to make up for it.” You jokingly laughed, finally making him smile in return.

“I’d love to. Again, I’m really sorry.” He embraced you in a tight hug, softly kissing the side of your head. “This won’t happen again.”

Yoongi:

You silently cursed at the sun as you peeked at the numbers on your phone, which let you know that it was way too early for your liking. The bright beams shone directly into your eyes, so you saw no other way than eventually having to get up. Careful not to wake your boyfriend, who was still sleeping next to you, you quietly shuffled out of your covers and headed to the front door.

You knew that the postman had already come, so you opened the mailbox and took out the few letters that were laying inside. However, an especially bright and colorful postcard immediately caught your attention. You turned it around and saw that it was a card from your parents who had wished you a happy birthday, reading it thoroughly while heading into the kitchen.

With a big smile on your face, you placed the card along with the rest of the mail onto the kitchen table, when Yoongi suddenly walked into the room. He gave you a small smile while sitting down at the table, watching you as you began to make coffee for the two of you.

“Why are you up this early?” He asked, voice indicating how tired he was.

“The bright light woke me up and I couldn’t fall asleep again. What about you?” You asked him, taking two mugs from the cupboard above you.

“You weren’t by my side, so I woke up.” He told you while sleepily rubbing his eyes. “Okay, I had to go to the toilet and saw you in here, happy?” He admitted, after you gave him a look of disbelief at his previous explanation.

Yoongi let his gaze wander around the kitchen, stopping at the pile of mail on the table. He furrowed his eyebrows when he spotted the postcard, picking it up to examine it further.

You placed his mug in front of him, while carefully watching his face as he read the card. Suddenly, a look of shock spread across it, as he stared at you with raised eyebrows and wide eyes. “It’s your birthday.” He simply stated, while locking his eyes onto yours.

“Might be.” You retorted, trying to sound as neutral as possible.

“It’s your birthday and I forgot.” He stood up and pulled you into a tight hug, pressing your head onto his chest. “I’m sorry, I don’t know how this could’ve happened.”

“It’s alright, really.” You smiled up to him, softly rubbing his back with the palm of your hand.

“No, it’s not. Let me treat you today. You get everything that you want, everything, just for you.”

You smiled at him while softly placing your lips onto his. “Sounds pretty great to me, maybe you should forget my birthday more often.”

Hoseok:

You wanted to pick your boyfriend up from the studio, as he was nothing but a nervous wreck all morning long, making you worry a bit. Nothing had seemed to change when you stepped foot into the room Hoseok was in, as you saw that his leg was hastily bouncing up and down while he worked on something on his computer.

He was really surprised when you greeted him with a kiss, which only made your worry grow bigger as you had just recently texted him that you would come. And then he asked you to go for a walk with him, instead of directly heading home, something so unusual that it caught you off guard.

Nonetheless, you agreed, but you kept attention solely on your boyfriend, while the two of you walked around the nearby park. “Is everything alright?” You finally asked him, feeling how his hand was slightly shaking when you put it into yours.

He simply nodded and gave you a small smile, but he couldn’t fool you. Suddenly, you remembered how he hadn’t congratulated you for your birthday yet. Maybe he was scared that you might be mad at him or he had a surprise for you? At least you hoped that this was the case.

Your boyfriend came to an abrupt halt, making you suddenly take in your surroundings as you previously were so caught up in your own thoughts. You immediately recognized the big tree in front of the lake and the fond memory of Hoseok and you sitting under it while trying to find shelter from the pouring rain on a particularly stormy summer day, made you smile. This also happened to be the day when he had first confessed his feelings to you, and when you told him that you felt nothing less but the same for him.

Hoseok turned to you, taking both of your hands into his as he gave you a nervous smile. “Y/N, you know how much I love you?” He asked, making you nod hesitantly. “And how long we’ve been together? How we promised each other to be together for much longer?”

Tears began to form at the brim of your eyes, as the possibility of him breaking up with you came to your mind. “Yes, of course Hobi. How could I forget?”

“Well,” He anxiously bit his lower lip and you prepared for the worst, when he suddenly got down onto one knee and pulled out a little box from his jacket. “Y/N Y/L/N, do you want to marry me?”

You were shocked to say the least, as you had expected the complete opposite of what was happening. Stumbling over your own words, you tried to find the right ones to say, but in the end, they came out the way you wanted them to. “Yes, of course!”

You happily embraced him into a tight hug, while kissing him deeply. “I thought you were going to break up on me!” You admitted, as a light chuckle left your lips. “Imagine how awful that would be, since it’s also my birthday.”

Hoseoks expression suddenly changed from pure joy to absolute confusion. “Your birthday?” He asked, eyes wide in shock.

“Yeah, it’s today.”

“Shit. I completely forgot.” He simply retorted, looking incredibly guilty.

“Oh, don’t worry!” You assured him, carefully taking the ring out of the box while motioning him to put it onto your finger. He happily did as he was told, a smile creeping back onto his face. “You’ll have plenty more to forget – or to make up for.” You joked and pulled him back into a tight hug.

Jimin:

You knew exactly how being on tour was incredibly stressful for him and that Jimin had a million things to think about every single day, but nonetheless you were still very upset, when you had still not gotten any text or call from him at the end of your day.

Usually, you weren’t the resentful kind of person, but Jimin forgetting your birthday bothered you. Eventually, after debating on how to call him out for this all day long, you decided to do it in a, more or less, subtle way. You uploaded a few pictures and videos of your friends and you celebrating your birthday the previous night, feeling a bit uncomfortable about sharing so much of your private life online but you knew that Jimin would see it, hopefully resulting in him feeling almost as bad as he made you feel.

But, after you woke up the next morning and still hadn’t received a single message from your boyfriend, your heart sank to your feet. Even more so, when you checked whether he had seen your posts – and he had.

You spent the rest of the day staying in your bed sulking, while looking through pictures of Jimin and you. Maybe it was a stupid reason to be upset about - many people forget birthdays - but this felt like a betrayal. You had never liked birthdays very much, but since Jimin became a part of your life, he made sure to make every single one of them special, spoiling you endlessly while showering you in love and affection. It was as if he made up for all the time the two of you lost while being separated due to his busy life, and you gladly did the same for him. Birthdays had become a ritual of showing one another that you still cared deeply for your relationship, so him forgetting yours was just breaking your heart.

The sound of the doorbell ringing briefly pulled you out of your misery, as you stared at the clock in surprise. It was two a.m., making you wonder who on earth was standing at your door at this unholy hour of the day.

You angrily stood up from your bed and stomped towards the door as the ringing wouldn’t stop. “I swear, whoever the fuck this is –“ You began and threw the door open, but never got to finish your sentence.

You gasped in shock, as you saw your boyfriend stand on the other side of the door, but immediately fell into his arms, nonetheless. “What are you doing here?” You asked him, completely forgetting about your anger and disappointment towards him.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N.” He told you while fixating his gaze onto yours. “I forgot your birthday and I feel incredibly guilty because of it. I’m such an awful person.”

“That’s why you flew here?” You asked in disbelief, staring at the man in front of you with wide eyes. “You could’ve called!”

“Probably, but I knew how upset you were, and I felt like a phone call simply wouldn’t be enough.”

“You’re crazy, Jimin.” You told him, while pulling him tighter to you. “But I’m still incredibly happy that you’re here.”

Taehyung:

He was about to pick you up from work, when you had asked him whether he could grab something from your apartment on his way, but as soon as he entered your home, he was greeted by a very busy looking Jungkook.

“What are you doing here?” Taehyung asked him in surprise, as he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion and watched his younger friend hang up balloons.

“We’re preparing the surprise party for Y/N.” Namjoon explained, who suddenly came from the living room, holding a ‘Happy Birthday’ banner in his hands. “Kook, I need your help with this.”

“Surprise party?” Taehyung asked in confusion, suspiciously eyeing the two men in front of him. “Why has nobody told me about it?”

“Because you always tell Y/N everything.” Jungkook explained and headed into the living room, where Yoongi was spreading confetti all over the floor.

“That’s true.” Yoongi remarked, throwing a handful of confetti at Taehyung. “Cheer up, buddy. It’s a birthday, not a funeral.”

Taehyung ruffled through his hair, trying to get rid of the little colorful pieced, while telling his friends, “You should’ve told me! She’s my girlfriend.”

“She’s my girlfriend.” Jungkook repeated after him, clearly mocking his friend. “Then why did you forget her birthday?”

Taehyung stared at him in anger, ears turning bright red. “I did not!” He defended himself, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

“Y/N just texted me and asked whether you did.” The youngest told him with a self-satisfied grin. “You’re always the first one to congratulate her, but today you didn’t.”

“So what? Maybe I wanted to change things up.” Taehyung remarked, knowing all to well that Jungkook was telling the truth. He did forget your birthday, and for that he could slap himself over and over again.

“Or maybe you’re right.” He finally confessed while slumping onto the couch that was covered in confetti and balloons. “I’m such an awful boyfriend.”

“You’re not.” Namjoon remarked as he put up the banner with Jungkook. “Just text her and tell her to come home, maybe it was meant for you to find out this way.”

“Maybe.” Taehyung remarked, staring at the big pile of gifts next to the couch, making him feel even guiltier that he already did. “I didn’t even get her a present.”

Jimin plopped down onto the couch next to his friend, roaming in his pocket while putting his unoccupied arm around Taehyung. He finally pulled out a small, black packet and put it into Taehyungs hand, giving him a knowing wink. “Just give her something, that none of us can.”

“Gross!” Jungkook shouted and took the bag of confetti from Yoongi, only to pour it over Taehyung and Jimin.

Jungkook:

You were cleaning out your closet, because apparently you had nothing better to do on your birthday. At least for now. Some friends had invited you and Jungkook to go out with them to celebrate your special day, but that wouldn’t be until later at night and since your boyfriend made no effort in doing anything special for the rest of the day, you decided to clean up a bit while he was sitting in front of his computer, playing a game.

“Kookie, do you really need this shirt? It has so many holes in it.” You asked your boyfriend, holding up a black shirt that was seemingly almost falling apart.

Without looking up from the screen, he retorted, “Of course I need it. It’s called fashion, Y/N, look it up.”

Rolling your eyes in annoyance, you threw the shirt onto the ‘keep’ pile. “Charming as ever.” You retorted, while roaming further through your shared closet. After passing another three layers of Jungkooks ‘fashionable’ clothes, your hand landed on a small box.

You curiously pulled it out of the closet, examining the brightly colored wrapping paper it was covered with and the tag, that read ‘From Jungkook, To Y/N’. While looking at it in surprise, you wondered when Jungkook intended to give it to you, as he finally turned to you.

He stared at you in shock, before jumping from his chair and ripping the gift out of your hands. “Y/N!” Jungkook exclaimed, hiding the small box behind his back as if you hadn’t seen it already. “You were supposed to get that tomorrow.”

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, as you looked up at the slightly panicked man in front of you. “Tomorrow?” You asked, while trying to hold in the giggle that threatened to leave your body. “Jungkook, when is my birthday?”

“Uh, tomorrow?” He asked, suddenly sounding less confident than before.

“It’s today.” You laughed, shaking your head in disbelief.

Jungkooks eyes widened in surprise, as he quickly embraced you in a tight hug. “What? Y/N, why haven’t you told me?”

“How could I have told you, if I thought that you knew that it was today?” You asked, as another fit of giggles escaping from your lips.

“I’m so sorry, I really am.” He mumbled while placing a soft kiss on your lips.

“It’s fine, Kookie. At least you have a present.” You joked, pulling him back into a hug.

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sleepywinchester · 5 years ago

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Behind The Story S2 - Pt 29

Summary: Another shooting season is ending, after being apart for what it seemed like years, you are meeting Jensen in Vancouver.

Author: sleepywinchester (prev. deanwinchester-af)

Characters: Jensen, Reader, Jared, Gen and Cast Cameos.

Pairings: Single!Jensen x Actress!Reader (Nina Dobrev = Faceclaim)

Words: 1.5k

Beta: N/A

Warnings: implied smut :)

Visual: n/a

Disclaimer: NO HATE TOWARDS DANNEEL!

We wuv her in this acc but this is just for science lol

Author’s Note: Hola everybody! I hope everyone is staying safe in their homes and that your families and elderly ones are safe as well. For my fellow essential workers, hang in there! I know its hard to be working through this difficult times but this shall be over soon. Hope this chapter entertains you guys :’) I am going to be honest, the last chapters of BTS is just a bunch of behind the story details and more about them and how are they living their life. Not drama, not really a plot, just experiences. I didn’t want to add a whole crazy plot as I am finishing this story. Either way, I hope you guys still like it. I wanna know all the feelings. As always; hope you guys like this one ♥

>>> side note: these are the last chapters ever i am not adding anyone to the tag list.

Title:

MASTERLIST

It has been a couple of months since the last time you were in an airplane. Before taking a break from being a full-time actress, you practically lived inside of one. Since you became a full-time stay at home mom, it was very rare for you to be inside of one of these steel birds. You found flying oddly satisfying and peaceful, which is otherwise for most people. It has been three weeks since you saw Jensen and you could not wait a single day more without being in his arms. The entire long-distance relationship was harder than usual. The wait was going to be over soon, soon as thirty more minutes you were going to see your husband and you could not be happier.

You and Jensen have been planning a “baecation” for months and the date was finally here. JJ was home in Austin with your mother and father who practically moved to your house to take care of her. It was bittersweet to leave her in the states but the trip wasn’t really toddler-friendly. Instead, you had committed to planning a second vacation, a family one, before the summer ended.

Your thoughts were up in the clouds when a ‘bop’ noise caught your attention.

Jensen: “Can’t wait to be in Africa with you.”

A smile formed on your face at the message from Jensen.

“I can’t wait to be in our hotel tub with you ;)’ You replied feeling slightly flirtatious.

“Do not start with your frisky texts when you’re hundreds of miles above the ground…. Too far from me to do anything about it.”

That message made you chuckle and caught the attention of the elderly lady next to you. Shaking your head, you leaned more against the window and continued to text your husband.

“Why not? If you think about it, I am just building the mood...”

You glanced at the three dots for a couple of seconds before receiving a reply.

“Yes, but we won’t be alone until later today…”

You bit your lower lip, “Then I’ll just have to make up for the time lost.”

“You’re something else…” He replied.

“And you love me for that,” you smiled after sending send.

You looked at the three dots transform into a new text from him.

“I do. Gotta go back to shooting. To. Be. Continued…” Jensen sent.

In that moment something came up to your mind, a marvelous and sexy idea. You haven’t done this in months, but it wasn’t surely your first time trying it. Standing up from your seat and giving the elderly lady an apologetic smile, you went into the plane’s bathroom.

You were wearing a buttoned white top, looking at your reflection in the tiny mirror your smirked. This was going to be the start of a romantic vacation. After undoing most of the buttons of your top, you adjusted your breast in a provocative way. You were wearing your hair down and to the side, adding a little bit of spice by running your fingers through your hair and making it a messy look. Grabbing your phone, you opened the camera app and snapped a couple of provocative pictures of yourself.

Opening Jensen’s conversation, you inserted the pictures and wrote. “Gosh, I reaaaaally can't wait to see you.” And after that the very provocative photo was sent to your husband.

You fixed yourself into a more presentable matter and turned your hair into a bun. Walking back you smirked as you found your seat and leaned against the window. Doing that felt like you had some sort of dirty secret. The smirk on your face grew wider when you heard your phone beep.

“You will be the death of me woman.” Jensen replied.

“I am just trying to show how much I miss you,” you replied.

After that reply you let your husband go to work and you took a power nap because you were sure there was no way you were going to have any sleep tonight.

/ / /

“Hey Cliff!” you greeted with enthusiasm as you got into the black SUV.

Cliff was picking you up at the airport since Jensen was still shooting on set. It has been a while since he drove you anywhere and you were very happy to be in his presence. He smiled and continued to put your suitcases in the trunk.

“How was the flight?” Cliff asked.

You pouted for a second then bit your lower lip as you glance outside the window. It took you a couple seconds to figure out a way to explain the previous semi-frisky event.

“It was… good,” you curved the corners of your lips.

He shot a glance through the rear mirror and smirked. “That’s good, my last flight was full of turbulence,” he said.

“I am so happy that wasn’t the case for mine,” you replied.

“How’s JJ?”

You instantly smiled, “She’s good and very happy with my overly consenting parents. I am telling you those two give her enough candy to crawl a twenty story building.”

Cliff laughed at your comment, “That’s what grandparents are for.”

You chuckled, “Agreed.”

At that moment your mother called you via Facetime. Picking the call the first face you see is your daughter’s face covered in chocolate.

“See? Told you she would be eating some candy by now,” you say as you looked at the screen. “Hey baby! How are you?”

“Good,” she replied with her small cheeks stuffed with candy. “Candy!!” She showed the chocolate bar.

“I see,” you said with a smile, “grandma giving you all the candy you want?”

JJ nodded her head and passed the phone to your mom.

“Mom,” you said, “she won’t let you guys sleep tonight.”

Your mom shrugged with no care in the world, “I don’t care - I will stay up until tomorrow for her.”

“You say that now,” you said with a smirk. “She looks too cute.”

JJ was sitting on top of your mom’s lap, bouncing with happiness as she ate her piece of candy.

“She is the cutest,” your mom kissed the top of her blonde head.

Tonight was the last night of Jensen shooting for season fourteen. It wasn’t the last season but you surely felt like the time was coming. The feeling was very bittersweet. This show was the beginning of so many good things for you and your family and it ending was a very sad thing to think about.

A smile formed on your lips when you saw that Cliff was approaching the familiar white gates.

“We’re here,” he said - greeting the guards with a head gesture.

You smiled at them, glancing at the familiar faces and trailers laying around. Cliff drove directly to the one trailer you have been dying to be since this morning. When he finally parked you quickly hopped off the SUV. He followed you and got your bags off the trunk.

At that moment Jensen was walking out of his trailer with the biggest smile on his face.

“Babe!” You shouted, running towards him.

The people around you might think that you guys were overacting a little, you two were married and there was no way you two could still be this excited to see each other. They all were wrong, you and Jensen still got excited to see each other after all these years. Yes, some days will be normal days and not like big scenes that looked like they were brought out a Hallmark movie but when you build the anticipation of seeing the person you love, most of your reunions look like a scene from a romantic movie. And it surely felt like it.

You jumped to his arms, wrapping your arms around his neck as he wrapped his around your body. Kissing Jensen’s lips felt like home.

“I’ve,” you began to talk between kisses, “missed - you - so - much.”

Jensen let out a laugh, kissing you one more time as he hold you tightly. “Missed you too, babe.”

“I guess my job is done,” Cliff stood by the SUV. “Am I driving you guys home or you driving?” He looked at Jensen.

“I actually have to stay one more night here, we got a delay and we have to do a night shoot,” Jensen looked at you. “Sorry babe.”

You shrugged, “It’s alright. I can stay with you in the trailer and we can leave for the airport from here tomorrow.”

“Are you sure, Y/N?” Cliff asked. “I can take you to the apartment - I don’t mind.”

“It’s okay, Cliff,” you said. “I’ll stay.”

He nodded, “Alright. I’ll pick you guys tomorrow for the airport.”

Jensen nodded, “Thanks, man. See ya.”

Cliff turned and got into the SUV. You looked at Jensen in the eyes, they were dark and mysterious but his smirk gave you an idea of what he was thinking.

“So…” you pulled him closer and kissed his lips. “At what time you have to shoot?”

Jensen looked at his watch, “11pm.”

“Oh - we got time,” you said walking into the trailer.

/ / /

“Jesus Christ,” you gasped for air, “that was-”

“So fucking good,” Jensen let out, also catching his breath.

You looked at his eyes, leaning forward and kissing his lips. Both enjoying the bliss of the moment. He caressed your lower back softly as you looked at his chest slowly going up and down.

“I’ve missed you so much, Jensen,” you said.

He grinned, giving you another soft kiss, “Me too, babe.”

Suddenly someone was banging at the door of Jensen’s trailer. You let out a soft groan as you turned and got off the bed, then continued into the bathroom.

Jensen stood up from the bed, sliding into some sweatpants that were near his bed. The door was still getting banged up.

“If its Jared, I’m fucking killing him,” you shouted from the bathroom.

“Not before I do,” Jensen said before opening the door.

It was Jared indeed.

“Dude?” Jensen furrowed his eyebrows.

Jared looked at him confused, “Why you’re not dressed? We need to go like ASAP.”

“What time is it?” Jensen asked oblivious.

“Freaking 10:30!” Jared shouted and walked into the trailer.

“Dude-,” Jensen began to talk but you walked out of the bathroom wearing a robe.

“Surprise!” You smiled to Jared.

Jared looked at you with wide eyes before turning to Jensen. “You guys were fucking.”

“Yes we were,” you said proudly walking to the fridge, “ and you just interrupted us.”

Jared looked at you and laughed as you grabbed water from the fridge. You and him talked briefly about the trip to Africa as Jensen quickly got a shower and got dressed. In the beginning it was supposed to be a couples retreat but Gen was too far in her pregnancy to travel.

“I’m ready,” Jensen walked out, holding your lower back. “See you in the morning?”

“Mhm,” you kissed his lips. “I’ll finish your packing.”

“Thanks,” he said before walking out.

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writersrealmbts · 5 years ago

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Shattered Pieces: As Time Flies

Description: Time is a funny thing, and life makes it fly by faster than you can think with your mate, cubs, and all the other guys.

Warnings: If you haven’t guessed it by now, there’s a lot of stuff that happens and you’ll need to use your own judgement, if it starts to trigger you or something, just stop reading. It’s okay.

Posted: 11/15/19

Tags: hybrid bts, yoongi x reader

So much Angst/some fluff: 5,250 words

A/N: This isn’t my best quality work, but I had a lot to cover and just wanted to get it over with so I could move on. So, yeah. Have this pathetic excuse for a chapter.

“I can’t be confined to bed, I’ve got four kits, a puppy, a mate and four other men that rely on me to a degree they don’t even understand themselves,” You argued with the doctor, but you knew it was futile before you even tried.

“Look, if you want your kittens to make it, you’re going to have to limit your movement to less than three-hundred steps a day. No stairs, no lifting, no bending, if you aren’t walking, you’re sitting.”

Yeah, Yoongi wasn’t going to let you out of his sight.

“And you need to limit the stress in your environment.”

You tilted your head. “Four kits, a puppy, a mate, and four other men and you want me…” You started laughing. “To limit the stress in my environment?”

“If you want your kittens to survive, yes.”

You shook your head, not having any other response. “I want my mate.”

“Miss—”

“Let. Him. In.” You gritted out, glaring at them.

The doctor finally nodded, and they backed out.

Yoongi rushed in, quickly coming to your side but hovering just before touching you, as if afraid he’ll hurt you. “What’d they say?”

“I’m okay, and the baby is okay, but I’m on bed-rest, and I need to reduce the stress in my environment.”

“Or?”

“Or we might lose the baby,” You whispered, shuddering.

He quickly pressed in to scent you, obviously distressed as well, but it was comforting to have him by your side. “So…it was just stress?”

You shrugged, tucking your head into his neck for safety.

His hand lightly brushed over your stomach. “I know it’ll drive you crazy, but we’ll figure it out, okay?

You nodded. Then you frowned. “Can you get that doctor back in here?”

“Um…I can try?” He looked at you worriedly.

“Please do. She said something, and I…I’m not sure I heard her right. I was upset and I wanted you.” You fidgeted.

He nodded, and quickly kissed you a few times before heading out to find the doctor.

Hoseok came back with him and the nurse that had been with the doctor.

“Sorry, he’s with another patient right now, I understand you had questions?”

“She said kittens, plural, I was under the understanding that I was carrying one? There were no multiples in the ultrasound,” You said carefully.

The nurse’s eyes widened. “Oh?”

You looked at him expectantly.

Yoongi’s eyes were huge.

“We…saw five when we did an ultrasound upon your arrival, which isn’t unusual for cat hybrids, especially your particular breed,” He said, then looked over Yoongi quickly. “And your mate’s. I thought you knew, that’s why you passed out, you were suffering from deficiencies related to your pregnancy as well as stress.”

Hoseok caught Yoongi before he hit the floor, but he looked pretty stunned as well.

“Five?!”

———

Jin stared. “Five?! You’re going to have quintuplets?”

“Apparently it’s a fairly normal occurrence for mine and yoongi’s breeds of hybrid,” You grumbled, curling up more.

He shook his head. “And Hoseok’s the only other one that knows?”

“Yeah. We haven’t called the others yet. We aren’t sure how to tell them. One was going to be hard enough, but five?”

“And you’re considered a risky pregnancy now?”

You nodded. “Yeah. Strict bed rest.”

“Has Yoongi said anything yet?”

“Incoherent babble. Hoseok’s walking him around the block and making him drink a bottle of water before bringing him back. You have excellent timing.” You sighed and fussed at the blankets. “But where’s Jungkook?”

“When we heard you were at the hospital, I came here, he want back to the house.” He looked away, fidgeting.

“I’m sorry,” You whispered.

He looked back at you, confused.

You shook your head. “This probably didn’t help you much.”

He smiled a bit. “I told you. I’m okay today. I’m not that worried about the future of having five more kits to take care of. It’s just…Jungkook.”

You pointed to the extra pillow and he handed to you so that you could curl up a little more comfortably while looking at him. Waiting for him to continue.

“I went this time because of the interview, but also because I was worried about hurting him. He was crying before I got back to the apartment, after you called. Not when I got there, but I could tell he had been. He’s so strong, but I feel like he gets more fragile with every passing week and I can’t help but worry that I’m the one doing that to him. I tried to push him, to take care of himself, especially when I was having good days. But he always came back to me, and I…I can’t….” He sighed. “If I become the reason he breaks, I think it might kill me.”

You bit your lip, letting the silence stretch because you knew he wasn’t done talking it out.

He looked at the ceiling. “You know, it’s stupid. I snuck out because I really just…I wanted to get drunk and hook up with someone and just be…normal? I get to the damn bar, and all I can hear is Jungkook saying that depressed people shouldn’t drink because alcohol is a depressant and telling me we should go to the arcade instead because gaming doesn’t need alcohol to be fun, so I go there and I’m bored because I don’t have anyone to play the games with. I tried to give him space, and yet he’s still in my head, chirping that I should try eating good food to cheer myself up but it’s past midnight and the arcade is closing and I can’t think of where to go to find good food so instead I go back to the apartment, and sitting on the counter is ramyun and Jungkook loves ramyun and makes it really well. But he’s not there. He’s not there, and I know why, and it’s my fault because I tried to be a good…whatever I am and make sure he took care of himself. But I’m weak. I hated being there without him. I hated it. What’s wrong with me?”

“Um…kind of…sounds like you’re in—”

“Don’t say it!” Jin said, looking scared. “I know where you’re going with that sentence and don’t. Don’t…I can’t be…I…I practically raised him…he’s my brother….”

“At least you’re not actually related?” You pointed out.

He groaned. “Stop. This isn’t happening.”

“What’s not happening?” Hoseok asked, leading Yoongi in, the latter of which walked zombie-like to your side and crawled on to spoon you like he didn’t know what else to do with himself.

“Nothing,” You answered instead. “Has he made sense yet?”

“Well, he muttered something about five mouths being a lot to feed on a journalist’s paycheck, but that’s about it.” Hoseok sat beside Jin, resting an arm around Jin’s shoulders.

Jin leaned into the touch, holding your gaze. “Do you want us to leave you two alone to talk?”

“Nah, I think he’s going to sleep and I couldn’t sleep if I wanted to. Keep me company. Help me figure out what to say to everyone else.”

Hoseok shrugged. “Probably just rip the bandage off. Preferably while they’re sitting so that we don’t have to worry about head injuries.”

You sighed and nodded. “Do I have to do it?”

“Nope. We’ll make Yoongi do it tonight when we go home.”

“Not leaving,” Yoongi growled.

“You don’t have a choice, hyung, no visitors after hours. We’ll be back as soon as we can and she’s getting released in the morning. They just want to keep her under observation for the night. Besides, I think we have to move some things around if she’s not allowed to use the stairs.”

Yoongi cussed under his breath, kissing your nape. “I’m not gonna sleep.”

“You should try to—” You started arguing, but he cut you off.

“I won’t be able to. Not while you’re here.” He growled a little, but it was more upset than grumpy.

You rubbed his arm, sighing softly. “I won’t either, but that’s because this place smells and they’ve scheduled me to have extra medicine and crap in the middle of the night.”

“Hospitals are the worst,” Yoongi grumbled.

“We’ll have to deal with it for the kittens, there’s no way I’m having a home-birth. Not with five. Too risky.”

He shuddered. “Agreed. But I’ve heard there are special birthing clinics nowadays. Maybe we can go to one of those instead?”

“We can look into it,” You agreed.

——

Apparently, Heiran hadn’t released Jin since he stepped foot in the house, but she did once you were settled into the bed in yours and Yoongi’s room, which had been entirely relocated into the empty bedroom next to Misuk’s nursery on the first floor that had previously been used for storage.

All of your cubs were curled up around you that first day you were back, and quite often throughout the weeks and months that followed, no matter where you ended up.

Things were crazy, but the guys had really stepped up, despite their own lives getting busier.

VRM Fashion had started trending like crazy and Yoongi had started helping them for some extra cash since they were always short on photographers. Jin and Jungkook sometimes got roped into modeling for them as well when their male models fell-through.

Jin also had a part-time job at a company, and it wasn’t great but he liked having a job again.

Since it was summer, the kids didn’t really have lessons, but you worked with Jungkook and Hoseok to make sure the kids brains were stimulated from your stuck position. Sitting, laying down, and wishing you could walk more than three hundred steps.

The nursery looked crowded with five cribs, and the boys were already stock-piling diapers.

Yoongi had found and arranged for you to go to a special birthing house for cat-hybrids, just as medically equipped as a hospital with less germs and more specialized knowledge. When you met with them, they didn’t seem at all surprised at you being pregnant with quintuplets, but they took the concerns presented by your doctors in stride before showing you one of the nesting-rooms.

Summer flew by as your stomach inflated to an unreal size and five little bodies kicked at your stomach.

You weren’t even surprised when you went into labor early, getting to the clinic and nesting with the blankets and such that Yoongi remembered to bring from home.

One was stillborn.

But the other four were alive. Two boys. Two girls. The stillborn had been another girl.

You had known it was a risk with having multiples, and with your condition throughout your pregnancy.

“We never thought of names,” You whispered the first morning after, as you and Yoongi carefully held them all after finishing feeding.

He just purred in amusement.

Yerin and Soyoung for the girls, Cheolmin and Hyunseok for the boys.

Hyunseok had a heart defect, and the doctors were worried about his chances.

Jowoon was enamored with their existence, while Heiran was confused, but happy that she could hug you again without your stomach getting in the way.

Jihun was your helper, always willing to hold one, just like he did with Misuk, who was oblivious to this change.

He held your hand tightly while they buried Hyunseok.

“I should be more upset,” You whispered to your therapist one day. They’d forced you back in June to meet with a therapist to try and help reduce your stress levels, and you’d chosen the one Jin recommended. “I know I should. I lost two of my babies. I have five cribs, and three babies. I buried my baby after two weeks with him. But…even though I’m sad, and I wish that he’d made it, I’m also so happy because of my other three, and my cubs. Misuk is talking up a storm and she’s been telling babble stories to the babes and it’s adorable. And Jowoon is such an eager learner, and Heiran’s and Jihun are growing up so well. And the guys, and Yoongi, they’re doing well. Yoongi…he’s more affected by it than me….”

“Don’t compare what you perceive his level of grief to be to your own,” She suggested gently. “Do you feel at peace with Hyunseok’s passing?”

You nodded. “I do. We knew that he could die, and…I think he would have been in more pain than I could bear if he survived infancy. And…my stillborn daughter…I knew it was a risk, and I knew I was lucky that the four were born alive given my condition in early June. The risk is always higher for twin and triplets, how much more so with quintuplets.” You sighed.

“Have you told Yoongi your thoughts on all of this?”

You nodded.

“And how did he react?”

“He listened. He was really quiet. Then he nodded, told me he loved me, kissed me on the forehead and didn’t really say anything else about it.”

“And the other boys? How did they take Hyunseok’s passing?”

You shrugged. “They were upset.”

“Do you feel things aren’t right?”

“I don’t know.” You shrugged. “There are other things that play into it, too. Like Jin and Jungkook. I’m pretty sure Jin is in love with Jungkook, but he’s trying not to be and so he keeps pushing Jungkook away and then pulling him close again and Jungkook’s just worried every time he’s pushed away because he’s oblivious, and then Taehyung is dating someone new and Namjoon doesn’t approve so they’ve been fighting on and off, and….”

“And you’re trying to fix everything again even though you know you can’t?”

You nodded. “It’s been a year since I met all of them, you know, and everything is so drastically different from then.”

“How so?”

“Well, for one thing, I was a little terrified of bunnies because I’d been teaching a school full of them before going to work for them as a tutor and I didn’t have much fur on my tail from it getting abused by said bunnies. They were still reeling from the loss of their brother and his wife. Heiran wasn’t speaking. I was…kind of lost. But I’m not now. I’ve never felt more…fulfilled.”

“Everyone grieves differently. You’ve accepted his death, and that doesn’t mean it doesn’t still hurt, it just means you understand why it hurts. You’re at peace with it, and that’s okay. You need to talk to Yoongi, because I think you need to have clarity on what is going through his head. If he’s not ready to talk about it, don’t push him. As for the others, it’s not your job to fix them. They’ll figure things out eventually, especially if they’re as close as you describe.”

You sighed and nodded.

Taehyung looked up as you walked into the living room later that evening. He was holding Soyoung. “Hey, how was your appointment?”

“Fine, mostly just me sorting my own thoughts.” You went and sat beside him, kissing the top of your babe’s head.

“Are you okay?” He asked, sounding more concerned.

You smiled. “I’m fine. Really. I’m actually more worried about you and Namjoon.”

“Oh, we’re good. He was right. I dumped her.” He shrugged, looking down at Soyoung.

You huffed out a laugh. “Figures.”

“I’m more concerned about Jin. He’s dropped off the face of the earth again. For all of us. He’s not answering calls, he wasn’t at work, and he’s not at the apartment.”

You pulled out your phone and quickly called Jin.

Taehyung looked surprised when it actually rang.

“Hello?”

“Jin? Where are you?” You asked, leaving Taehyung’s side so he couldn’t eavesdrop.

“Carriage house.”

“Why?”

He was quiet for a moment. “Didn’t want to face people. Didn’t have anywhere else to go where they wouldn’t look for me.”

“What happened?”

“Got fired. Again.”

You waited, hearing something more in the silence. “And?”

“I got drunk. I slept with someone.”

You bit your cheek.

“It was way worse. It was really bad.”

You took a deep breath. “I’m coming over.”

“Y/n—”

“I’m coming over,” You repeated and then hung up. “Jungkook?”

He hopped in with Jowoon on his shoulders. “Yeah?”

“Come on. I need you to help me with Jin.”

“Hyung? You’ve heard from him?”

“She called him and he answered,” Taehyung said, sounding a little bitter.

“Because I made him promise me he would always answer my calls. Jowoonie, I need to steal Jungkookie.”

“M’kay mumma,” He murmured happily and bounded over to Taehyung, crawling up onto the couch and purring over the baby.

Jungkook followed you. “Where is he? Is he okay? What’s wrong?”

“He got fired again, and…” You turned so that you were facing him. “He was hurting, and he got drunk. He slept with someone and he’s not…he’s not coping.”

Jungkook’s jaw set. “Where is he.”

“Carriage house.”

He pushed past you, ignoring your warnings, staying ahead of you the whole time. He marched into the carriage house room, bursting in and startling Jin, strode over to the elder and tackled him in a hug onto the bed. “Stupid. Stupid bunny. Stupid hyung-y bunny. Need to stop worrying me.”

You watched from a few feet away, suddenly worrying you were intruding.

“You told him?” Jin whispered, looking devastated.

“She can’t help you on her own, hyung. She’s only one person.”

Jin searched your face.

You shook your head. No. You didn’t tell Jungkook that Jin was in love with him.

Jungkook saw the exchange. “Or is there something besides you sleeping with some stranger after getting fired that you want to tell me?”

Jin started shivering.

You went over and covered them both up with blankets. You kissed Jin’s forehead. “Tell him, Jin. Please.”

Jungkook looked between the two of you, and he pulled Jin even closer, starting to look scared. “Hyung. You’re not sick, right? Oh God, please tell me you’re not dying.”

“No, I’m…I’m not ill. I don’t have any life-threatening diseases.” Jin quickly reassured. “It’s…something else.”

“Maybe I should—” You started saying softly but Jin looked up at you desperately, shaking his head.

“Please don’t go.”

You took a deep breath, then nodded.

Jungkook looked confused. “Hyung? What’s wrong?”

“Jungkook…you…you know that I’m….”

Jungkook blinked blankly at him.

“Bi?”

Jungkook nodded, blinking cutely as he did.

Jin seemed lost on how to proceed.

Jungkook was every oblivious. “Of course, hyung. You’ve never hidden it, or maybe I was just always aware of it. Is that what’s bugging you? You know I’m bi, too. We’ve talked about Jimin’s ass in equal measures with his mate’s before.”

“That’s…no…okay, can you let go of me so we can sit up and talk like normal people because this feels weird and I’m already….”

Jungkook frowned. “Nope. Not letting go.”

Jin groaned. “You never make things easy.”

“But you still love me!” Jungkook sang.

Jin was frozen, looked frozen, and stopped playfully pushing Jungkook away.

“Hyung? What’s wrong?”

You rolled your eyes to the ceiling. You knew Jungkook could be hare-brained but this took the cake.

“Yeah, Jungkook. I do. I do and that’s the problem,” Jin finally said, his voice quiet and troubled.

Jungkook looked even more bewildered. “You loving me is a problem? Why?”

“Because I don’t just love you as family, Kookie.” Jin finally extricated himself and curled up, hugging his knees.

You knew he wanted you there in case Jungkook rejected him or freaked out, but you really felt like you were intruding on something delicate.

“But…you love me? You love me but not as family, but that doesn’t make sense because we are family…how can you love me then?”

Jin looked at him in disbelief, then at you, completely lost.

“Jungkook, how do people normally love each other outside of family or friend capacity?” You asked. Penny in the air?

“Well, in a mating capac…ity…” He trailed off, staring at Jin who was back to hiding his face in his knees.

The penny dropped.

His eyes widened and he swallowed. “Oh.”

Jin was trembling, each breath shaking as he waited for a further reaction.

“OH.” Jungkook was putting everything together now, and he looked…startled? Not a good sign.

You clenched a fist, the silence that stretched after killing you a little.

“You…you’re IN love with me…” Jungkook said after a moment.

God, you could just imagine throttling him for taking so long to react in a way that could give Jin some sort of sign.

“How long?”

Jin just shook his head, too upset to form words.

“A few months,” You answered instead.

Jungkook mouthed the words months a couple dozen times, brow furrowed.

It was really quiet after that.

“Get out,” Jin whispered finally, curling in on himself even more. “Please get out.”

Jungkook snapped back, eyes widening again. “Hyung?”

“I get it, Jungkook. It never crossed your mind, now please get out because it hurts, and I tried to make sure it would never come to this, I tried to push it away but I couldn’t and I did something that really fucking hurt and I can’t stand to sit here in silence knowing that you don’t feel the same so get out!” Jin sobbed. “Please. Please go.”

You winced at how broken he sounded. You shouldn’t have interfered.

Jungkook was still staring at Jin. “But—”

Jin got up and rushed to the bathroom, closing and locking the door.

You closed your eyes as the door slammed, sighing. “You should head back to the main house, Jungkook.”

“What? No!” Jungkook looked between you and the bathroom.

“Jungkook, I shouldn’t…I shouldn’t have gone against his wishes in the first place when I brought you in here, please just go?” You whispered, guilt rushing through you.

Something set in his gaze.

“Hey!” You squawked as he threw you over his shoulder, then out of the room, closing and locking the door.

“Not until I’ve talked with him! Don’t expect us for dinner!” He called through the door.

You stared at it for a while, wondering what to do, but frankly, hadn’t you already interfered enough? Jungkook at least loved Jin as a brother, so he wouldn’t do anything to intentionally hurt Jin. If he did, Jin might go zombie-apocalypse-survivor on his ass and go looking for the real Jungkook.

You left them to it, going to find your mate.

He was laying the last of the babies down in the crib with the other two (a surefire way of getting all three of them to nap soundly for a little longer), but he looked up at you and smiled. “Hey.” Then his nose wrinkled.

You flashed him a smile. “Jin.”

He nodded.

“So…you guys moved the spare cribs out.”

He nodded again, a little more slowly. “I thought it was time. Hobi cried for an hour before he actually helped me take them apart and put them away. But that’s so…him.”

“You’re okay with this?” You asked.

He met your gaze. He looked tired, but his gaze was clear. “Are you not?”

“I’m okay with it. I’m going to be a little sad either way, but at least there’s a little more room this way.” You bent down to scoop Heiran out from under one of the cribs.

She purred, nuzzling up to you before skipping out of the room.

“So, Jin?”

“All I know I can say right now is that he got fired again. I don’t know why yet because he and Jungkook are…talking.”

“About how Jin’s in love with Jungkook?”

“It took a good ten minutes for Jungkook to figure out that’s what was being said, and he was too quiet for another eight minutes. So I imagine he’s now doing a lot of talking while Jin’s still locked away in the bathroom trying to get away from him.”

“Come on, tell me the rest,” He said, closing the nursery door and then guiding you to sit on his lap. “Jin knows you don’t hide anything from me. He’s already told me he’s grateful that even though you do tell me that I don’t mention anything about it.”

You shrugged, resting your head on his shoulder. “He was upset after getting fired, got drunk and slept with someone and it left a really bad taste in his mouth. I think he feels like he betrayed Jungkook even though he and Jungkook aren’t an item, and I think his partner for the act wasn’t a good one. And I’d just gotten back from my appointment so I didn’t think I could help Jin on my own, and so I grabbed Jungkook because he really is the best at helping Jin, but he caught on to the fact that there was something more to everything that he didn’t know and I…I asked Jin to tell him because it’s been months and it’s hurting both of them. Jungkook doesn’t eat when Jin pushes him away, you know. Not even pumpkin and he loves pumpkin. But Jungkook didn’t get it, so Jin’s panicking because if he tries to back out now it might push Jungkook to understand and if he keeps waiting then Jungkook will probably understand and I finally gave Jungkook the final push to understanding but then he just sat there without saying anything and I just…I wanted to throttle him.”

“And you left them alone together?”

“I wasn’t given much of a choice. Jin told Jungkook to get out, and went and hid in the bathroom and I tried to get Jungkook out as well but instead he picked me up and threw me out and locked the door and I just couldn’t bring myself to try and interfere more.” You groaned in frustration, rubbing your face against his neck.

“Y/n,” He whispered softly, and you just sort of melted into his embrace. “It’s okay. It needed to happen. You’re right, they were both being hurt by it. It’ll be okay. Jungkook wouldn’t purposely hurt Jin.”

You nodded. “Are we okay?”

“Of course,” He answered, purring softly. “Did you think we weren’t?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know. I’m not really sure of much these days.”

He tilted your chin up and kissed you. “I’ll make sure to remind you how much I love you, then. Every day. I’ve just been tired between work and the kids.”

“And the guys fighting.”

“Like I said, between work and the kids.”

You laughed and he grinned at you.

“But Joon and Taehyung-ah made up earlier, so that’ll help.”

“Mom?” Jihun’s voice carried down the hall.

You kissed Yoongi again and stepped out of the nursery. “Yes, Jihun?”

He bounded over with his notebook and showed you a math problem. “Hoseok-hyung is not a good math teacher.”

You laughed softly, and took the notebook, guiding him back to the school room. “I’ll help you.”

Hoseok was frowning at the math textbook, looking lost. “I thought I knew how to do this.”

“Apparently you don’t. It’s okay, I do. Scoot, go find Heiran, she still hasn’t done her history lesson,” You instructed, nudging him out of the chair so you could sit with Jihun.

He nodded and went off, still shaking his head.

You settled into teaching Jihun until he seemed to understand what he was doing, then assigned him some problems to work on. Making sure to help him the first couple times, nudging him in the right direction before purring and kissing the top of his head and leaving him to the rest.

Jin was on the couch with an ice-pack on his eye, wrapped in Taehyung’s embrace as the younger glared at Jungkook, who looked exasperated.

“I told you! It was an accident! We’re not fighting!”

“Then why does Jin reek of distress!”

“Maybe—” You cut in sharply, “—because you two are yelling around him and he’s had a bad day.”

Both of their mouths clicked shut while Jin threw you a grateful look.

Yoongi brought in a glass of water and some pills. “Here, Jin-hyung.”

Jin popped the pills, then took the glass and downed half of it. “Thanks. Get me a crowbar?”

“Hmm, better get the car-jack instead,” Yoongi replied, smirking.

“Excellent idea—”

“Hyungie!” Taehyung protested, clinging more tightly to Jin.

Jowoon came running back inside, followed by Namjoon, clutching a bunch of colorful leaves and running straight up to Jin with a grin that took up his whole face.

“How pretty!” Jin gushed after elbowing Tae in the ribs and freeing himself. “Put them on the table and have Uncle Joonie help you find a big book.”

Jowoon nodded. “Uncle Joonie! We got-sta find big book!” He slapped the leaves on the table and ran toward the stairs.

“Jowoon! Your coat and shoes!” Namjoon protested, throwing Jin a betrayed look as he ran after the boy. Jowoon was the fastest three year old you knew and he’d entered a stage of completely boundless energy, so you doubted that Namjoon had had a moment to rest ever since going outside however long ago that happened.

You sat next to Jungkook. “All good?” You asked under your breath.

He nodded. “Mostly. Still a few things to work out, but those will take time.”

“And the black eye?”

“I tried to catch him when he tripped and misjudged the distance,” He answered sheepishly. “I still can’t believe you figured it out before me.”

“I know everything that goes on in this house, it’s only when I leave it for a while that I miss the newest updates on things.” You looked around. “Misuk?”

“With Heiran and Hobi-hyung. She saw a book and cuddles and mewled until Heiran started fighting Hobi-hyung.”

You smiled fondly, but it faded to dread when all of you heard noises coming through the baby monitor.

Taehyung got closer to it, listening carefully. “Not crying.”

Yoongi quickly pulled up the camera monitor. “They’re all still asleep.”

“Thank God,” You breathed, slumping back. You found yourself staring at the leaves. “It’s already fall. How is it already fall?”

“Well, you were pregnant for forever,” Taehyung provided helpfully.

You stuck your tongue out at him. “I had them early, thank you very much!”

He just laughed.

Namjoon came back with a big book, following Jowoon who was hopping to move instead of walking. “This kid.”

“Hey, what’s the plan for Thanksgiving?” Jungkook asked perking up.

“Well, I’m assuming you want pumpkin pie.”

He nodded emphatically.

“And obviously we’ll have a turkey, but we’re not having four different types of meat this year. That was way too chaotic. Turkey and ham, any complainers can find food elsewhere. I thought we might want to have soup this year instead. I could do squash soup, or potato soup, but I figure it should be a vegetarian option for you buns, and Hoseok.”

“Oh! Can we have mushroom soup?” Hoseok asked, carrying a sleepy looking Misuk.

Heiran leaped onto the couch and into Jin’s lap, snuggling up to him.

You nodded. “Sure.”

Yoongi pulled you back to your feet and sat down where you had been before pulling you to sit on his lap. “You know what I’m thankful for, right?”

You hummed. “I have a few guesses.”

He grinned and kissed you.

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And Then He Was Gray (Part Three)

Disclaimer: I edited the pic I used for my header, but the OG pic belongs to BTS & BigHit.

Age Recommendation: 21+ (Not just a recommendation, kuties!)

Warnings: Swears, goddammit. Consumption of alcohol, bikinis and topless boys, pool party, JIHOPE, ass-grabbing, sexual tension x 7 billion, making out, JIN, JIN, AND MORE JIN.

Word Count: 1,943

Summary: Your best friend Jeon Soyeon invites you to a kick-back with all of her friends and their significant others, intent on hooking you up with someone. Everyone seems taken, though, until he arrives, wearing a star-studded, gray top that makes your mouth water.

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And Then He Was Gray (Jin One-Shot, Smut, Fluff) Part Three

Soyeon made me change first before changing into a skimpy, little navy blue bikini herself. “That barely covers your ass,” I advised as she walked out of the bathroom.

“Really?” she said, turning around and examining her butt. “Perfect.”

I rolled my eyes, quickly grabbing a lacy, kimono-type cover-up and throwing it over myself before Soyeon dragged us both out of the bedroom. Hobi and Jimin stumbled out of the bedroom next to us, giggling like crazy. Hobi reached out and grabbed a handful of Jimin’s ass, squeezing hard before capturing his boyfriend’s full lips in a passionate kiss.

“I need to get laid,” Soyeon sighed, causing them to break apart and laugh.

“Don’t worry, So-So,” Hobi said, winking. “You’ll get some tonight, I just know it. Bet you will too, Y/n.”

“Wh-What?” I stuttered.

“Jin likes you,” he said, waggling his eyebrows.

Soyeon squealed. “Told you!”

“I seriously doubt that,” I muttered, thinking about our brief interaction in the basement. Would he still be interested after I acted so cold?

“Trust, Y/n. I just talked to him, and believe me when I say he’s never talked about a girl after meeting them the way he talked about you,” Hobi said. “He even remembered your name.”

Hobi gave me an up-down glance, smirking as he surveyed my bare legs and waist. “And when he sees you in that bikini, trust me, he’ll be all over you.”

“Eyes up here,” I snapped as Hobi’s eyes roamed over my cleavage.

“Hey,” Jimin protested.

Hobi tugged Jimin close to him. “Trust me babe, she’s not my type,” he murmured before sensually nipping at the skin of Jimin’s neck, causing his boyfriend to sigh in pleasure.

“You guys are something else,” I said, shaking my head.

We reached the backyard to see pretty much everyone else there, some sitting on the pool’s edge with just their feet in and others already swimming. Soyeon ran up to the pool and gracefully dove in. I looked to the side and saw Miyeon watching her, biting her lip as if trying to hold herself back as Soyeon emerged, hair slicked back. “Come on in,” she said, holding her hand out to Miyeon. “The water’s great!”

Miyeon hesitated before jumping in right beside Soyeon. “Atta girl,” I thought, smiling to myself. “Get some.”

I glanced around and noticed a couple of people were still missing. “Where are Taehyung and Yuqi?” I asked aloud as I sat and dipped a foot in the pool.

Jimin rolled his eyes, settling in on my right. “Where do you think?”

I shuddered. “Actually, I don’t want to know.”

“Yeah, it’s probably less scarring that way.”

Yoongi and Soojin were sitting on my left, quietly watching the others with her head on his shoulder, while Namjoon and Minnie were already in the hot tub, giggling and stealing kisses here and there. Jungkook and Shuhua were also nowhere to be seen, and neither was the one person I actually wanted to talk to.

I stood up, deciding to take a little walk. I got no more than ten feet away when he appeared in front of me in nothing but a pair of black swim shorts. Jin’s eyes slid down my body, starting from my eyes, catching on my partially-exposed breasts, then roaming down to my bare waist before flicking back up to my eyes. I’d never felt so exposed in my life. “Hey,” he said, taking a step closer. “Y/n, right?”

So much for remembering my name. “Yeah. Jin, right?”

“Right.”

Now it was my turn to check him out. My gaze roamed over his broad shoulders, lingering over his tight, toned abs, and the subtle lines of muscle that drew my eyes below his waistline. His perfect, pink mouth was drawn upwards in a smirk. I unconsciously bit my lip, thinking how good those lips would feel against my skin.

Jin drew close and pressed his thumb against my bottom lip, drawing it out from between my teeth. “That’s my job,” he murmured. Heat flooded through me, wetting my core and causing every muscle in my body to clench.

I scoffed, pulling away slightly. “You don’t even know me.”

“Maybe,” he said. “But I know about you. I make you nervous, yeah?”

I didn’t answer, my cheeks so hot they felt like they were on fire.

Leaning down, his lips lightly brushed against the shell of my ear. “Good,” he whispered. Tingles shot down my nerves, making me shiver despite the warm summer air.

Jin drew back, still smirking, and stalked over to the hot tub where everyone else had congregated. He sat, putting his feet in the bubbling water, before turning to look at me. He flicked his eyes to the ground next to him, and I swallowed hard before coming over and sitting where he indicated. Jin nonchalantly pressed his palm into the ground behind me, effectively pinning me to his side, as the group engulfed him in their conversation. Mesmerized, I watched his lips as he talked and melted under his smile as he laughed. “What about you, Y/n?” Namjoon asked.

“Wh-What?” I stuttered, tearing my gaze away from Jin.

“Where do you go to school?”

“Oh, I don’t. My family owns a restaurant, and I’m waiting for my brother to get back and help out so I can go to university. He’s been studying culinary arts out of the country. I’ll probably do the same.”

“Wow, that’s so cool,” Soojin said, speaking for the first time since we’d met. “I love cooking. What type of food does your restaurant serve?”

“Authentic Korean cuisine” I said proudly. “Have been for four generations now.”

“Okay, it’s settled. Next kick-back, you’re in charge of food,” Yoongi joked, pointing at me.

Everyone laughed and moved on to another topic, but Jin’s eyes never left my face. “I also love to cook,” he murmured.

“That’s… cool,” I said weakly. “Maybe sometime we could… cook for each other.” God, could I get any more pathetic? That was the lamest excuse for a date I’d ever thought up.

To my surprise, Jin smiled. “That sounds fun.”

“It does?”

“Yeah. I’d love to get to know you more.”

Before my blush could deepen any further, Jin leaned down to whisper in my ear. “Listen,” he murmured. “I’m gonna go inside and start cleaning up. I think the night is drawing to a close, and everyone else looks a little… busy.”

I turned, seeing Minnie and Namjoon kissing deeply, as well as noticing Yoongi’s hand tracing lazy circles over Soojin’s thigh as he murmured something in her ear. Soyeon was tugging Miyeon upright, giggling, and Jimin and Hobi were already walking towards the house, hands roaming all over each other.

I sighed. Just as I predicted. Everyone was pairing off, and I was left being the most single singleton there ever was. “Want to help me?” Jin asked.

I looked at him in surprise. “Sure.”

The water splashed as he withdrew his feet and stood up, holding out his hand to me. I grasped it, and he easily drew me upright. Once we were both standing, he didn’t let go of my fingers. I felt rather small next to him, but I think that had more to do with his overbearing sexual presence than our heights. Jin led the way, still holding my hand, opening the sliding glass door and slipping through. I followed, and we quietly started putting food into containers.

“I’m always the one cleaning up,” Jin sighed, breaking the silence. “Everyone else is so wrapped up in their SO’s, they wouldn’t even notice if the food sat out all night.”

I chuckled. “I believe it.”

Once the food was put away, Jin turned and leaned against the counter, his hands grasping the edge of it behind him. I had to turn away once I realized his torso was still bare. The temptation of his abs drawing taut and his arm muscles flexing was almost too much to bear. “I-I should probably get h-home,” I stuttered. “Soyeon said she might stay the night, I’ll just text her and–”

“Turn around,” he commanded, cutting me off.

I couldn’t disobey even if I wanted to, but I still kept my eyes on the ground.

“Look at me.”

I bit my lip as I looked up into Jin’s dark, piercing eyes. He closed the distance between us in one stride and once again pressed his thumb into my bottom lip, drawing it out from between my teeth. “Didn’t I say that was my job?” he said, his tone stern.

“Fuck,” I thought, feeling my legs turn to jelly. He knew. There was no way he didn’t know.

“Don’t bite your lip again… unless you want to be punished.”

I shook my head fiercely, feeling myself slip. “No, I-I’ll be good.”

Jin smirked. “I know you will.”

He wrapped his hands around my waist and squeezed, lifting me onto the counter. “You’ll be a good girl for me, won’t you?” he murmured, nudging my thighs apart with a knee, his dark eyes boring into mine as he pressed his body into my core.

“Y-Yes,” I stuttered.

“Yes what?”

“Yes, Jin.”

He clicked his tongue in disapproval. “C’mon, baby girl. I know you know what I want to be called.”

I gulped, hoping my voice wouldn’t come out as shaky as I felt. “Yes… Sir.”

Jin let out a deep groan. “Good girl.”

He leaned down and pressed his full lips against my neck, flicking his tongue out for a taste and causing goosebumps to break out all over my skin. I threw my head back and moaned.

“Do you know your colors?” Jin murmured against my skin.

I nodded, unable to speak from finally obtaining the pleasure I didn’t know I’d been craving. “Words, baby girl,” he muttered before tracing his tongue over my sweet spot once more.

“Yes,” I gasped. “I do.”

“What’s your color now?”

“Green. So green it’s not even funny.”

Jin chuckled before drawing back and pressing his forehead to mine. “I knew you were my type of girl the second I laid eyes on you,” he murmured. “My friends have been trying to get me with someone ever since my break-up over a year ago. Unfortunately, none of those girls ever understood my needs.”

“I do,” I said breathlessly. “I know exactly what you need.”

Jin was so close now our breathes intermingled every time we exhaled. His gaze flickered between my lips and my eyes as he hooked his fingers under the fabric of my cover-up and slid it slowly down my shoulders. I shivered and gasped as air hit my bare skin. Jin was in total control of the situation, and he knew it. I saw how he relished in the way he was making me desperately compliant.

Finally, Jin grasped the back of my neck and kissed me, completely enveloping my lips with his full, pink ones. The push and pull between my mouth and his settled into a steady rhythm as we hungrily devoured each other, our thirst finally being quenched after what felt like miles of desert. Each time his lips met mine, Jin flicked out his tongue to taste me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his middle, eliciting a groan from him as I drew him as close as possible. His hands slid up and down my naked waist, dipping down to my hips, then around my body to squeeze my barely-covered ass.

“Hey guys.”

We broke apart, and despite me roughly pushing Jin away in embarrassment, he kept his arms firmly wrapped around me.

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BWAHAHA who do you think interrupted them?? 😏 Part Four is here!

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uhgoodmoni · 4 years ago

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Nothing That Lasts Forever

A BTS fanfiction

Trailer - ch1 - ch2 - ch3 - ch4- ch5 - ch6 - ch7 - ch8 - ch9

Ao3 link - Wattpad link - Soundtrack

Warnings: Major Character Death, Blood, Demons, Fighting, Verbal and Physical Abuse, Mention of marijuana, Death, Cursing, Fire, Unintentional Self-harm, Gore. Yoongi’s injury

Chapter One: Otsukare

Yoongi’s POV

I glance down at my phone, a new text from Hoba. ‘5 mins away :p’. I don’t bother responding but instead, give Jungkook a slight shove. His shoulder is digging into mine, dozing off on the couch. Drool comes from his lips to the cushion, luckily not my shirt sleeve. He barely lifts his head as I stand up, heading to the table where our things are packed. I roll my eyes looking over him slumped on the couch. I get it, I’m tired too, but he can rest in the car.

“Hoseok will be here soon, you better not forget anything,” I lecture, and he nods his head. He isn’t listening and I know it. I shake my head, double-checking my bag for my charger. I don’t want to forget it, even if I won’t be on my phone that often. Hobi’s charger has been lost and there wasn’t time to get a new one so he’ll want to borrow one of ours on the trip. I glance at my phone, at full charge and it will probably stay that way.

“No no, I won’t,” he mumbles, groggy still. It is gonna be a long drive, so we had woken early, he’ll likely claim the back seat to crash in. I pout, knowing I won’t be able to rest my eyes. It’s better to drive with an extra pair of eyes on the road. I’m glad that Hoseok volunteered to drive in the first place. Jungkook had agreed to drive on the way home so maybe I can nap in the backseat then.

“Your charger?” I ask, grabbing the bag of food and placing it on the counter. Chips, bread, some soda, mostly sweets but Hobi is bringing the cooler with our sandwich makings.

“Yeah it’s in there,” he mostly whispers. I shrug, won’t be my problem if he hasn’t packed it. He just won’t have a phone, no biggie since we are meant to be on holiday. Slinging the bag over my shoulder I take up my suitcase, heading to the door.

“Come on, why don’t you help me bring some stuff outside so we can just stick it in the trunk and go.” He gives a short hum as I head out. Whatever, I’ll just make him unpack everything when we get to the cabin. The door slams behind me as I walk down to the elevator. It takes me slowly to the lobby, but I head out the back where I know Hobi would be parking. The air is chill against my cheeks as I push myself out the door. The summer is just at its tail end, making the mornings and evenings quite chilly. Looking around for his car I hug my bag tighter. Hopefully, the weather will warm up for our trip.

His car pulls in, stopping in the spot ahead of me. As he exits the vehicle, the trunk opens up. Stuffed inside is the cooler and his suitcase.

“Hi hi hiii,” He cheers, a huge grin spread across his face. He jogs over to me, taking the bag of food from my hands. “It’s a good day aye?” He hums, walking me back over to the car.

“Yeah,” I grin, pulling up the suitcase into the trunk beside his, giving it a push to leave room for Jungkook’s. “Hoping for nicer weather.” I nod up to the cloudy sky, a blinding white, but the sun is still hiding.

“When we get there it’ll get warmer,” He assures, dropping the bag in, and pulling me in for a hug. “Where’s Jungkook?” He says, releasing me and shutting the trunk.

“He probably fell back asleep upstairs,” I sigh as Hoseok leads the way back inside shrugging.

With a cheeky smirk, he hops inside the elevator, “Can’t lie I almost fell asleep on the road.” And with my silence, he gives a chuckle.

My elbow finds his side, “Hey drink some coffee next time.” I sigh, “Oh, and don’t text and drive either.” I scold, crossing my arms. He makes a pop with his mouth ignoring what I said. “I’m being serious you could get killed,” I mutter as we walk into the hall back towards the room.

“You’re right, I won't anymore.” He smiles, opening the door for me. I take a step in, Jungkook looming right over me. I bump into his bag just as he is coming out the door.

“Ohp sorry Yoongi hyungie.” He laughs, eyes slightly swollen, but awake nevertheless, hair draped over his cheeks.

“You left nothing behind right?”

“Nope,” He shakes his head, “stop worrying so we can have fun,” He huffs. He’s lucky I know he’s teasing.

“So we are ready to get on the road?” Hobi asks, leading the way back to the elevator. “Good Morning Jungkookie.” they squish right into a hug. “Are you excited?” Jungkook hums an answer, stepping in after him.

“Where is it exactly that we are going anyway?” He questions, and I’m wondering the same thing.

“Gangwon Province, a little cabin that I rented for us in the woods,” He informs us. “I don't know, I just thought it would be nice for us three to get away for a little.” I nod, it is a good opportunity for us, this weekend we have no upcoming filmings or recordings to do. Namjoon is helping Jimin on his own solo album and Taehyung is going to be with his family. Not sure what Jin hyung’s reason for not attending is.

“Yes yes, I’m glad that collab got pushed back till next week because I really wanted to join you guys,” Jungkook says, taking the first step out of the elevator as it reaches the lobby.

I bud in, “I think it will make us think back to when we did In the Soop, don’t ya think?”

“Agreed,” Hobi starts, “I brought some canvas…”

“Hey hey!” Jin calls out, running over from the stairs. He’s still in his RJ pajamas, hair strewn and eyes half-closed. I grin watching him hobble over to us.

“Jinnie hyung?” Jungkook smiles, turning back to greet him. He must have come to say goodbye and send us off. Jin squeezes Jungkook tight, muttering goodbyes.

“You drive safe now.” He tells Hoseok after releasing him from an embrace. “I hope you all have fun together.” I smile, hugging him tightly as well. “Go fishing for me,” He beams at me, grabbing my ears.

“There aren't any fishing spots.” Hobi frowns.

“Sorry to disappoint,” I say, patting his back.

“That's the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard,” He scoffs. “Who goes camping and doesn’t fish?” His lip curls up. “Well I only came down here this early to tell you to catch me a fish but I guess I did it for nothing.”

“Pshhh,” Jungkook rolls his eyes, “Yeah right, you love us and came down to give us all kisses goodbye.”

“Okay now seriously,” he points at each of us, “be safe, I’m tired and going back to sleep, text us when you get there.”

“Yes, yes, hyung. Don’t worry, got a full tank this morning,” Hobi smiles, giving Jin’s hand a squeeze before he walks away, sending a wave as he heads to the elevator.

“Too bad he has a meeting on Saturday,” Hobi pouts, as we head out the back door once more. Jungkook squints his eyes as the cool breeze hits him. All of us rushed to get in the car and turn the heat on. I’m not so sure Hoseok is right about it warming up later.

“Don’t worry,” he says, buckling his seatbelt, me next to him in the passenger like I had figured would happen. “There is full heating and air conditioning at the cabin, so if it stays cold we can just cuddle up indoors.” He turns, facing Jungkook, backing up, and exits the lot.

“That sounds really nice,” Jungkook mutters, leaning his head now covered in his hoodie against the window. I nod with a smile, turning up Hobi’s heat in the car.

“No matter what I think this will be a healing weekend for us,” I assure, after all, we have been busy filming concepts and the new music video all week. We hadn’t gotten much time to relax but the three of us would at least be able to get some R&R together. Hobi has been especially stressed, he had a pain in his ankle and was trying to not get injured while we learned the new dance. Of course, he was still overexerting himself, but now I’m glad he’ll be able to rest.

He got on the highway, it will be about an hour drive which isn’t that bad. Maybe another thirty minutes after, to get to our campsite. If it ends up being a bust I suppose we can just go home.

Hobi had turned on the radio, humming along to what had come on. He’s been looking forward to this since he rented the cabin months ago. If I can help it this will be the best weekend ever.

It’s been a quiet drive, Jungkook slept the entire ride, but he probably needs the rest. Hobi plays Otsukare as we get off the main road. Playing it from youtube it sounds awful, but I can’t stop myself from laughing.

“Don’t, don’t.” I plead, shaking my head.

“It’s sope!” He calls, looking to me for a response. I laugh, tossing my eyes to the window. It’s too early for this. I glance at the clock, 9:15 and we haven't eaten breakfast. “We’re sope!” He continues singing.

“Okayyy, let’s go!” I mumble, crossing my arms as Hoseok breaks out into laughter. He continues singing as I hum along, embarrassed. It has been years since I heard this last. It would be fun to perform again with him. Maybe I’ll ask management.

Hoseok makes another turn, the trees taking over both sides of the road. There aren’t any other cars that turned along with us. It isn't a holiday weekend so we’ll likely be the only ones on vacation at this time. Not to mention the weather, it is the same as when we had left earlier. A white cloudy blanket over the whole sky, blocking out the sun but leaving the daylight to light the road. If you look deep into the trees though, there it would be dark. Hopefully, the cabin will be in a clearing so it will be lit up, then there would also be fewer bugs. I smirk, thinking about how Hobi will likely panic once we arrive, upon the amount of bugs. Hopefully, he brought bug spray. I made sure to have mosquito nets so there is that.

“Pay attention,” He starts again! Hopping up in his chair, still keeping his eyes on the road. I don’t respond so he continues, “Okay, let's smile. It's human relations. There are mountains too” He raises eyebrows to me, turning a dial for the volume.

“There are valleys too,” I sing quietly, licking my lips and reaching for my water.

“Well, that's just what life is” He grabs my hand, stopping me from reaching for the bottle. “But the earth rotates” He holds my hand back up to my face, making me roll my eyes.

“Your dream will surely come true.”

“You too,” Getting louder.

“Me too,” And louder, producing smiles.

“Let's do our best, thank you!” We sing together, Hobi turning off onto a dirt road, making the whole car shutter.

“Ayooo, why are you sooo loud,” Jungkook moans, pressing his hands into his eyes. “It’s so early…”

“Mhmh, not really anymore.” I turn back, patting his leg. “I’m sure we are almost there anyway. Right Hoba?” I flip back up to the front, where he is turning down the volume. Eyes confused, staring off, and slowing the car down to a crawl.

“Right,” He whispers, looking into his mirrors.

“What's wrong?” Jungkook sits up, looking outside the windows. It’s getting dark under the trees, just the light coming from in between the road shining down on us. It’s deep emerald green, glowing at the treetops from the light attempting to penetrate. At the base of the tall trees though it is hard to see through, getting darker and darker the further you try to look. There aren't any paths on either side and no turn-offs. Is Hoseok lost? I look over to him, but he just stops the car completely.

“Uh, I thought the turn was around here.” He pouts, pulling up his phone which has the GPS turned on. He sighs, “yeah see.” Flicking the phone in between Jungkook and I. There it is, the turn right in front of us. But there is no road and no sign that there ever has been.

“The internet connection must be bad out here.” Jungkook bites his inner cheek, sliding down in his seat. “What’s the road called? Or like the company for renting?”

Hoseok sets his phone in the cup holder, slowly releasing the brake and letting the car continue slowly forward. “It's just like a number marker and then we drive down further to reach a small clearing and hillside where the cabin will be.”

“What number?” I ask, sitting up in my chair.

“Mhm, 189.” He mutters, mouth screwing up. We sit in silence for a while as he drives down the road. Looking at the clock it is 9:25.

“It’s been ten minutes,” I announce, and Hobi only shakes his head. He’s getting annoyed. “Maybe we missed it?”

“We are going five miles an hour,” He huffs, squeezing the steering wheel. “Oh well, we could turn back around.” He shrugs, letting out a sigh, but I can tell he is still bothered. Must be stress weighing him down.

“Oh look!” Jungkook’s finger comes in between us, pointing forward to the right. Both our heads turn to look, but I can’t see a damn thing.

“What where?”

He scoots closer to the center seat. “There there, low to the ground!” He hops up and down, and there it is. A few inches from the ground a small yellow reflective sign marked ‘189’.

“Oh thank goodness.” Hoseok speeds up, reaching the turn-off in no time.

“Why is there just some random cabin marked ‘189’,” Jungkook complains, sorting through his things. “Where is 1-188” He huffs, making Hobi smile.

“Yeah it is kind of weird,” He responds, taking the turn. It’s a tight road, trees looming overhead and thus enclosing us in the dark. So much so that the car's headlights turn on automatically, the day becoming the evening. Here the road is even bumpier, grass grown in on the path. We all go silent, eyes training over the forest as if there is something in it. But it’s just trees.

“Hobi where the hell have you booked us?” Jungkook laughs, peering out his window with a huge grin. These kinds of things excite him, exploring and whatnot.

“You know, this is not what I was expecting. Even I have goosebumps.” Hoseok shivers. His face looks slightly disappointed. He isn’t a fan of spooky things so hopefully, the cabin is much more welcoming than the road to it.

“It’s okay, you’ve seen the pictures of the cabin and it looked nice you said.” He nods to me, trying to pick up the pace of the car. Another ten minutes later and we are still driving straight down the road. The end not in sight, nor the exit behind us either. Hobi runs a hand through his hair, his whole face dropping into a frown in that familiar disgusted look. The road is so narrow that he won’t be able to turn around, so none of us say anything and he just keeps going.

“This is really getting weird,” Hobi says, his voice shaky. “I can just back us out if you want.”

“No, no, no.” I say, “this has to be the right spot.”

“I’m sure we are almost there,” Koo adds. So he does, a sigh of relief from us all as the road begins to widen and trees begin to clear. There is a little picket sign ahead marking that there is a cabin on the left.

“Finally,” Hobi smiles, pulling around a wide circular clearing, a path to the right, and a short path leading to a small wooden cabin. He pulls around, parking the car in front of where we would be staying. Jungkook is getting giddy in the backseat, opening the door as soon as Hoseok puts us in park. I smile at Hobi who is already seeming a little more relaxed to be at our destination.

We join Jungkook outside, the air still a bit nipply. Hopefully, neither of them has forgotten to pack warmer clothing. All of us are in hoodies and sweatpants as of right now. Jungkook left his things hopping around the clearing, which at the center is a fire pit and some chairs. The fire will warm us up if we want and would shoo away the bugs. Past that is the path, looking like it would lead up to another clearing and the hills Hobi had mentioned. All around us on the other sides are just trees. Without the clearing, it would be just as dark as the road in. Later tonight we’ll probably be too nervous to go outside to even light the fire.

“Smores tomorrow?” Jungkook hums, coming back around to the trunk.

“Let’s get unpacked first and then decide what we are going to do,” I say, taking out my suitcase and the bag of food. Jungkook scoffs, taking his own suitcase along with the cooler.

“Yeah it’s too cold today, so tomorrow sounds good,” Hobi answers him. “And worst-case scenario we do it on the stove inside.”

“There’s a stove?” He asks backward, as we head over to the door.

Hobi gives a little laugh, “It’s a fully functional home. Despite what you would think driving up.” Making me smirk, “Even the door has a key code instead of physical keys.”

“Oh, so it's pretty new.” I nod, as he types in the code making it obvious for us both to see 456782. “Yeah definitely wouldn’t have guessed that.” I look back to the forest, closing in on us as we file in with our things.

“Wow!” Jungkook’s voice brings me back inside, the lights flickering on in the small living room.

“Oh yess.” I nod looking around. It’s well furnished, a couch and a tv, blankets, and pillows dotted all around the room. The kitchen to the left, all stainless steel appliances. There’s a hallway to the right, likely leading to the rooms. While it’s freezing, the thermostat is located next to us on the wall. Hobi immediately turns to it, flipping it up as much as he can shivering and exaggerating the cold.

“What a pad.” Jungkook grins, leading the way into the home. The hallway stops at a blank wall and then turns to the right and goes down, four doors, two on each side and a window at the end of the hall. “One floor?”

“One floor,” Hobi answers, turning into one of the rooms. “Oop,” He comes back out, “That's the bathroom,” he announces, heading to the next door across from him. I peer in, a double bed, looking cozy. Hobi turns back to us outside wagging his finger at us. “This one's mine!” Sticking his tongue out. We shrug, moving down to the next rooms. It isn’t fair really since Hobi had likely seen the images online.

Jungkook took the next room, it was also a double bed, and I curse myself for letting him have it. There is likely a single person bed in the last room and I just knew it. And I was right. I open the door and there it is wrapped in a pink duvet. At least it looked warm and comfy. My room looks the most updated, and their room’s looking dated.

“Aww shit.” I hear Hoseok cry, making me peek my head out into the hall. He doesn’t continue.

“Hoseok?” I call and it sounds like he had tossed something in the room.

“I forgot a mosquito net.” He sighs, peering out his own door to see me. I grin, coming well prepared for this. He isn’t even forgetful but it’s always good to have an extra on hand.

“I got one.” And so I got it for him. While the cabin warms itself we settle into our rooms, helping each other set up our nets. We pack up the fridge and make sure that everything is working properly. The tv doesn’t have any cable signal but there is a DVD player and some random DVD’s in the cabin. At least there will be plenty to do if we can't go outside.

“I’m so glad we didn’t pull up on some creepy run-down haunted-looking building.” Hobi giggles, taking a seat on the couch. “I got a little nervous there.” He smiles crossing his legs.

“A little? Pshh.” Jungkook teases, looking around, and finding his reflection in a beautiful gold framed mirror. I join Hobi, pulling out my phone.

“Aye, none of that.” he makes a click with his tongue, pushing my phone down to my lap. I shake my head, lifting it back up.

“We told Jin that we would text the chat when we got here.” he nods, as I pull up the chat. “Made it safely!” Immediately it returns a failed message. I frown, seeing that there is absolutely not a pinch of service.

“What’s the wifi?” I turn to Hobi who pulls out his phone as well.

“Glamping189 is the name, 456782 is the code.” He reads off of a screenshot. But it isn’t there. In fact, there isn’t anything listed under the available networks at all.

“Ah well, that’s shit.” I groan, turning to Jungkook who just shakes himself from staring at the mirror. Vain much? “Will you look around for a router?” He nods as I get up to help him search. There isn’t one, we search each and every corner but there isn’t one at all.

#bts #horror #bts fanfic #bts namjoon #btsedit #bts fic #bts au #bts hosoek #bts jeon jeongguk #bts jung hoseok

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lukeysgirl · 5 years ago

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swallow me whole | c.t.h pt. 1

synopsis: nasty calum hood smut w a decent storyline?

word count: 10k+ (i got carried away but like)

authors note: i know this is so long and intimidating bt its a good read (i think) and youll like it (maybe) !!

PART ONE I N V I T A T I O N

“Y/N! Work better, not faster!”

Your heart beats just a bit faster as you straighten your back and link eyes with your manager. That taunting demeanor never seems to ease up, causing you to gulp as you glue your arms to your sides. “I’m sorry-- I didn’t realize how fast I was being.”

The witch who hired me gestured behind me, “then you should start noticing more, Ms. Y/L/N.” You slowly turn your body while listening to your managers heels clink away from the aisle you were working in. You emit an annoyed sigh when you see the cans (that you swore to have stacked perfectly) sprawled about the recently-mopped floor.

You bring your fingers to your ears, using your indexes to see if you had your earbuds in. But you didn’t, causing you to frown. How did I not hear them fall behind me? You asked yourself in your head as you shake your head and reluctantly went back to re-stack them.

XXX

“You should just quit already.”

You glared over at your gorgeous friend beside you, “ah yes, and would you like to pay my bills until I finish my degree and get a better job?” The model could only roll her eyes and smile, knowing that you were a realist and she, in many aspects, was not.

Merigold Leigh is one of the kindest souls that walks the earth. Although she is a Victoria Secret model, she couldn’t give less of a damn about it. ‘It pays the bills and keeps me healthy,’ she claims as she eats her least favorite vegetables. She listens and holds you whenever you’re at the very brink of tears. She comes around every single time you need her, and whenever she can’t, she calls and gives you every free second she has.

“I mean, I always tell you to move in with me,” Meri begins with a shrug. She looks all around her lavish apartment and smiles. “You can ravish in my luxuries without worry so you can focus on your studies.”

You smiled but shook your head. You hated to decline her, seeing as her apartment had way more than enough space to house the both of them. It was a large New York City penthouse, with everything you’d expect a millionaire to have. Paintings imported from Paris, wine bottles imported from Italy. Her entire home was furnished with the most expensive (yet simple) things. It was like walking into a small IKEA. She kept from placing photos of herself or the awards she has won all over the apartment, as she isn’t too bothered to flaunt about her worth.

You pulled the shared quilt to cover your body more, “if only I didn’t have so much pride.” Meri giggles while taking another spoonful of Fage yogurt into her mouth. The two of you were very comfortable on her gray couch, with both pairs of legs up and both bodies curled up into balls. “Besides, all the excitement of sleeping over would be taken away if I moved in with you.”

Meri rolls her eyes, “your first mistake was assuming that I could become boring.” You giggle, tossing a few pieces of popcorn at her before taking another bite. “You love taunting me with your ability to eat whatever your heart desires.”

“Is’not on purpose,” you struggle to say through a full mouth. Chewing it down and swallowing, you glance over at her kitchen, “you don’t have food for regular humans here.” She rolls her eyes once again and threatens to catapult a bit of yogurt in your face.

She begins to scrape the corners of the container, “I still think you should quit. That supermarket will be the death of you.” You shrug, staring distantly. It wasn’t a bad gig but you can certainly do with a better manager, better hours, and a better uniform. “Green doesn’t suit you well.”

“But who else will get you discounts at Whole Foods?” You question slyly. Meri could only push some of her natural red locks off of her tanned shoulder. She places the empty container of yogurt on her coffee table and licks off any residue from her lips.

“Forget the discount; I want you to be happy,” she insists warmly. Your smirk dissolves and you begin to grow distant again. She notices and quickly takes your hands into hers, forcing your attention to return to her. “Working and studying at the same time is bringing you stress and that is something I don’t want.”

“But I need to work for money so I can pay for my apartment,” you begin somberly, “and I need to study so I can work a better job for more money to get the hell out of here.”

“That’s so cruel, Y/N,” Meri pouts. “You’re in the city of dreams-- the city that never sleeps! Everyone would kill to live where you live.”

“Yes, but will they kill for how I live?” You scoff at her words. “I pay almost $700 for a studio apartment that if I literally laid down on the floor and stretched all my limbs, I’d occupy the entire place.”

Meri gently brings her hand up and flicks the very top of your forehead. “Your apartment is literally a block away from mine and we literally live next to Times Square.” You roll your eyes, still not persuaded. “And you’re studying at NYU-- that’s a dream that only so many people could live.” You still shrugged her words away.

You didn’t feel special. There’s thousands of students studying at NYU, who live in an apartment similar to yours and have done the same amount of exploring as you have. You have walked around all the boroughs, have tried almost all the cuisines more than once and know the MTA system well. Those are not experiences or skills unique to you as this is one of the biggest cities in the world.

“You know what you need?” Meri tugs your hands, bringing you back to earth quickly. You listen attentively, assuming she would be spewing wise words. “Some dick.”

Immediately, you retract your hands, your sudden movement causing your bowl of popcorn to fall on the floor. You quickly get on the floor to clean up your mess, Meri following your motions. “I’m so sorry, Meri. I didn’t mean to make a mess.”

“It’s all good, sis, don’t fret so much,” the sweet ginger insists as you both pick up the pieces of popcorn and place them back into the bowl. Once the mess was done, you rose from the ground and headed straight to the kitchen to dispose of the fallen food. Meri tails after you, with full intention to continue entertaining the subject. “But am I wrong?”

You open the silver trashcan and slowly dig out the popcorn from the bowl and into the mint-scented Glad bag. “Meri, I really don’t think dick is what I need.”

“Okay, maybe I was a bit rash,” she hums behind you, taking a seat on her quartz kitchen island. “But I think you should finally go out with me and live a little bit.” Here she goes again…

Every weekend since the day you met her, Meri has asked you to go out with her. Whether it be to Victoria Secret shows, bars, celebrity parties, or a random trip to Europe. She encourages the careless for you, even though she knows very well that you have many responsibilities that keep you strapped in. Although you definitely knew that your social life was in desperate need of some flavor, you could not just spontaneously add some flavor to it. You have school to attend to, homework to get done, and bread to get. It wasn’t your fault that you have to be an adult and Meri got to live her best life.

“Maybe I can get another boyfriend to ruin my life again,” you began sarcastically. “Distract me from my studies and force me to call off days from work. Make me poor again and slack in my courses-- what a joy that would be.”

Meri huffs, clearly irritated by your words. “You won’t meet another Chris, I pinky swear.”

The very name she emitted made you want to vomit. Knowing alone that he existed erupted discomfort all over your body. There are days where you could be fine being reminded of him, but other days absolutely defeat you. Socializing would just lead to another Chris and although that’s very narrow-minded of you, you were just too afraid to risk it.

“Even so,” you begin as you bring the empty bowl towards the kitchen sink. Turning the faucet on, you take the initiative and start washing the buttery dish. “Partying is your thing. I don’t necessarily fit in the party scene.”

“That’s because you refuse to go to parties,” Meri pointed out a fact. You could feel her right behind her, her warm breath right on the back of your neck. She clung her hands on your shoulders and squeezed them gently. “Just one night and I’ll never ask you again.”

...One night really couldn’t hurt, could it? Wait, no, stop. Meri was good at being persuasive but when it came to parties, you are extremely adamant. You didn’t favor being in the position of being surrounded by many drunk people, potentially being touched by them and then sweating out buckets due to the summer heat and the cramped space. That idea did not appeal in any way.

“But Meri-eeeeee!” Whining was a very good tactic for you, as it typically worked. But Meri was not having it this time around. As soon as you finished washing your hands and shutting off the faucet, she turns you around and forces you to face her.

“You’re sleeping over this weekend, right?” Merigold begins with facts. You nod, unsure as to where she was going with this. “That means you finished all your homework due for the coming week, yes?” You nod again. “That also means you don’t work this weekend?” Another nod. “Perfect. We’re going the fuck out, bitch.”

You accidentally nod from the pattern but completely shake your head when realizing it had actually been broken. “I-- wait, Meri, no. I’m not going out--” but she had shut you up with a finger pressed against your lips.

“It’s Friday night and there's a party happening at one of my favorite bars,” Meri begins to fill you in. “It’s been booked for the night for the event so there won’t be anybody I don’t know. You’re going to let me doll you up like the Barbie doll you’re supposed to be.”

“I’m not plastic, Meri,” you grumble in annoyance. But her face glistened from the triumph. She easily defeated you and there was nothing more you could do. Plus, seeing her so excited made you feel somewhat better about going out with her.

She rubs her hands down your arms to weave her fingers between yours, “you’re much too beautiful for plastic, Y/N. I just want to dress you up and make you believe how gorgeous you really are. Live that fairy tale story just for one night.”

Her green eyes were full of hope and excitement, with a hint of puppy eyes and begging. She knew you already lost, but this had to be the cherry on top. You weren’t going to deny her, seeing as she was so excited to finally go out with her best friend. And maybe it really was time to embrace just how attractive you were and show off.

You let out a shaky sigh before nodding and giving her a small smile, “alright then; dress me up.” Meri widened her eyes and squealed so loudly, you had to look around to see if she broke any glass.

XXX

Merigold might have gone a little overboard with the consent you gave her.

She wanted you to look bold yet classy, bombastic yet very well put together. So she decided to flatten your hair with a steam-powered flat iron (to prevent damaging your hair, of course.) She parts your hair in half so each side of your head has enough hair to cover. Using the front parts of your hair, Meri pushes it behind your ears while pulling the rest of your hair a little forward to create that clean and nicely done hairdo.

For your face, she didn’t want to do too much. She only wanted to highlight your features (which is everything about your face, according to her.) She lightly applies foundation and contour on your face, with a bit of concealer here and there to help with your stress marks. She fills in your eyebrows nicely and does a red/brown ombre eye shadow that isn’t too much but states its existence on its own. With small wings and a bit of mascara, Meri finishes with a cherry lip gloss on your cleaned and lip-scrubbed lips.

Then, it was your outfit. And you didn’t keep yourself from vocalizing your opinion this time.

“Meri, this is a bit much, isn’t it?” You quietly question, looking down at your outfit. Meri was body-deep into her shoe closet, sifting through for a pair of heels that you know you’re going to have some trouble walking in. You haven’t worn heels since your high school graduation. “Meri?”

“Y/N, you look bitchin’,” Meri insisted while tossing shoes around. You looked over to see her frantically look through boxes of name brand shoes you’d never afford. “These shoes will make it come together.”

Goosebumps crawled all around your body as your self-consciousness finally decided to scream at you. A lot of your skin had been showing and you were barely wearing much clothing to cover the others worth concealing. Much cleavage had been showing, as the skimpy dress stopped right above your knees. Your chest as pressed a bit, having the top of your breasts protrude. You instinctively hugged your body, attempting to cover as much as you can in the completely white walk-in closet.

“Here they are!” Meri cheers in success as she returns to you and offers you these fairly low wedges. You took them hesitantly, taking a seat on one of her leather stools and easing in the golden-strapped shoes around your feet. “Are you cold?” Her warm hand begins to rub your upper arm. “Should I put the temperature up in here?”

You shake your head as you finish up strapping the wedges. “I’m not cold-- just a little nervous…” Meri bent down before you, holding your chin between her fingers while giving you an encouraging smile.

“You actually haven’t looked at yourself yet, have you?” You shook your head, knowing that Meri wanted to complete the outfit before surprising you. She stands up straight once again and offers her hands. You take them and allow her to guide you over to her tall body mirror. It reached from the floor to the ceiling. But before you could stand in front of it, she gives you a good look and a squeeze. “You actually have no idea just how beautiful you are.”

She pulls you gently while you sheepishly let her present yourself in front of the mirror. You look straight into your own eyes before allowing them to look at yourself up and down. This can’t be me, can it? You looked down at your forearms, seeing the golden accessories hang from your wrists, neck, and ears.

“That’s… me?” You whisper to Merigold as you continued to scan yourself in the mirror. Your fingers trailed around your body, your skin glistening with gold sparkles ornate all over from all the luxurious products Meri let you use. “You’re kidding.”

“I’m not,” Meri confirmed. She joined you in the mirror, still in her pajamas and unready but nonetheless beautiful. Meeting shoulders, she smiles widely and nudges you lightly. “Aren’t you a tall glass of water?”

You were swallowed up by a completely crimson dress, which did wonders complimenting your body as well as your makeup. There were no words to say for it-- you weren’t Y/N anymore. Tonight, you were the woman you’ve been wondering about all your life but never let her out.

“Wow,” you breathed out, unsure as to how to really react. You then turn over to her and begin to fret. “Wait, you have to get ready too! Is there enough time before the party?”

“Girl, don’t you worry ‘bout a thing,” Meri hums quietly. “It’s only 6 and I’ve invited my favorite nail salonists so we can get mani-pedis.” You raised your eyebrows at her unnecessary amount of spending and she could only raise her hands shyly. “You’re finally letting me spoil you-- let me have my moment.”

“Yeah, yeah…” you rolled your eyes while flattening any wrinkle on the dress. But the dresses fabric on the outside didn’t exactly wrinkle so you were all set. “Hey, I have a question,” you started, with Meri staring at you in fascination. “When did you get my outfit that’s exactly my size?”

“I’ve been waiting for this moment, Y/N,” Meri stares at you wistfully. “Finally, my time has come and my purpose will soon be fulfilled.”

“You’re so annoying,” you shove her playfully before the two of you go back downstairs to prepare for the nail salonists. Meri failed to mentioned that she also invited her hair stylist and makeup artist so everything could get done at the time. All you could do was shake her head as she begins to explain her outfit to you.

XXX

“Can I back out now?”

“Absolutely not.”

You bite down on your bottom trembling lip as you looked through the shaded window of Meri’s SUV. The flashing lights of the city night wasn’t foreign but could definitely burn your eyes. Lines were piled with people who clearly weren’t allowed in with an army of guards protecting not only the door of the bar, but the surrounding blocks. Paparazzi swarmed the area as well, and quickly had taken notice of Meri’s car.

“Meri,” you begin quietly, “what other celebrities will be here?”

She looks down and thinks for a moment before nodding, “other models, artists, producers, actors. You know, a typical party.” Your eyes widened, unsure if you heard her correctly. “It’s no biggie, Y/N. You’ll meet them and it’ll be like you’re talking to normal people.”

“Ah yes,” you spat, “normal people with millions of fans and millions of dollars. Their faces are on the TV I watch and the magazines I barely read.” Meri shoves you lightly and pouts. “I’m just a little nervous, okay?”

Meri smiles. Her hands carefully hold up the bottom of your head and meets with your eyes. “I promise you shouldn’t be nervous. They’re really just like us; super chill and just looking for a good time.”

You swallowed harshly, letting out several sighs while keeping yourself calm. You begin to shake your hands, feeling your palms get clammy from the anxious sweating. “Do I look okay? Am I presentable?”

Meri shakes her head, “you’re beautiful, okay?” She then straights up your back and pushes your chin up. “Be confident, okay? You’re going to shoot arrows directly into everyone's hearts, I promise you that.”

You take her word and release a majority of the nerves. This was your moment after all. Why should you be nervous when you look like a million dollars? Tapping on the glass, Meri’s security opens the door for you and offer a hand to assist you out.

Taking the hand, you were immediately blinded by camera flashes. They were deafening, with the added spouts and shouts of the paparazzi and fans stood on the side. You raise a hand above your eyes to protect them as you turned and waiting for Meri to come out. And she does, with a smile touching ear to ear.

“Merigold Leigh! Look over here!” Desperate calls for her to look over sounded as Meri gave them looks and smiles. She looked beautiful, with her ginger hair in waves and blue makeup done very subtly. Her caramel body was hugged nicely with a cerulean blue dress, flaunting every inch of her curves.

“Y/N, let me go first,” Meri suggested. You listened while letting her lead, but she offers her hand for you to hold so you don’t part from her. She didn’t see, but you were smiling so warmly from how sweet your best friend was. She’s really one in a million, and you weren’t willing to exchange for anybody else. “Pardon me, my best friend and I are coming through!”

The two of you made the cement below you sound as paparazzi continue to call her name. But Merigold was focused on getting the both of you in as you and her stood before the bouncers. The bouncer looks down, clearly recognizing Meri but glancing curiously at you. “She’s my plus one, love.” The bouncer nods, not needing any explanation as another bouncer opens the door and allows the both of you in.

Though getting through was difficult with several fans touching you guys, Meri managed to pull you two in with a fair amount of ease. The bass of ‘bad guy’ quickly coursed through your veins as Meri held your hand tightly while squeezing you through the crowd. You kept your eyes down, knowing that the people surrounding you were famous and owned a net worth higher than yours will ever be.

Where are we going? You thought to yourself as Meri seemed to have known where she was dragging you. With each step you took, you could feel yourself get more embarrassed. Your legs were completely out and bare, as you felt your thighs rub gently against each other with every step you took. Thankfully, Meri had a solution to the chafing but the embarrassment had none. You just had to deal with the fact that you’re flaunting.

“Ashley!” You were suddenly halted and lost hold of your best friends hand as you looked up and watched her hug another woman. You looked to see that it was a fellow model; Ashley Graham. Meri told you what you were to expect, but that didn’t stop your heart from running.

“Meri, how are you?” The brunette model hums excitedly. You listened to the ‘duh’ of the song before the beat gently dropped. You watched their happy reunion as fellow models you were familiar with had joined in and exchanged hugs. But Meri made the exchange quick so she could pull you in and introduce you.

“Ladies, this is my bestest friend, Y/N,” Meri begins while putting her arm around you. You smile shyly, recognizes the few faces you’ve met several times due to Meri’s work. But you respected Ashley Graham a lot and put out your hand.

“It’s very nice to meet you,” you started as Ashley got closer to hear you more properly. “You look gorgeous tonight.” White pearls gleam as she returns the handshake.

“Awh, thank you,” Ashley kindly takes the compliment and eyes you up and down. “You look just as beautiful-- I mean, look at you! Are you not a model as well?” You cheeks went hot as you waved your hands and shook your head. Meri shook her head to confirm it and Ashley remained wide-eyed. “That’s shocking. You’d be an amazing model.”

You shook your head, “I think Meri should be the model between us. I’m too busy studying in NYU anyways.” Meri grinned, squeezing you a little closer as you listened to the next verse of the tune come in.

“She’s my study bug.” Meri smiles warmly at you, “she tends to study a little too much but I love her all the same.”

Everyone chimed in with giggles as you rolled your eyes. Words are flung all through the conversation until you and Meri divide. She went ahead to talk to her fellow models (likely about their work) as you decided to take a seat beside Ashley. The wedges, though comfortable, were finally starting to bother you.

Ashley quickly spews a drink to the bartender and gives you a look while she waits. “Did you not bring a purse with you, Y/N?”

You looked down at your crossed legs, placing your hand down where your phone is, “Meri told me I wouldn’t need to bring my wallet or anything so I only brought my phone with me.” She looks down to see where your hand was. “But my ID and credit card are in my case.”

“Do you have it strapped against your thigh?” You nod. “Y/N, you’re absolutely clever.” You laugh while doing a small bow. She joins in the laughter and you exchange a few more words until Meri comes and interrupts.

“I feel terrible to cut this short, but Ash we’ve gotta go,” Meri informs. She gives her a puzzled face, “our managers are looking for us. Y/N, you stay here.” You nod, following through with your given instructions as you watch the beautiful women wave at you before being dissolved into the crowd of people.

Subconsciously, your eyes began to scan the crowd and felt your eyebrows rise. The Jonas Brothers are here? What kind of event was this exactly? Feeling the intimidation from being surrounded by so many known people, you decide to turn back to face the bartenders. But as you did, you met eyes with the bartender that had finished making Ashley’s drink.

“Oh, she had to go do something,” you explained as you began to reach for your phone, “how much is the drink? I’ll pay for her.” The bartender smiled warmly at you and waved his hand. He began walking away, having you assume it was on the house.

You bring the small glass cup close to you, having you look down to see several cubes of eyes and a small amount of a transparent substance. You gave it a whiff before concluding it was vodka. Bringing it up to see the bottom, you squint your eyes to notice there were some sort of flakes in it. What in the world…

“It's a shot of Gold Flakes Supreme,” the bartender returned with a rag and a small glass in his hands. You met with his azure eyes, nodding at the information before putting the drink down and pushing it slightly away from you. “You don’t want it?”

“It wasn’t meant for me,” you reply simply, “plus, I don’t drink much.” The bartender nodded but gave the small glass a push. “Uh…?”

“I wouldn’t want it to go to waste,” he begins with a smirk. “A beautiful girl like you deserves at least one expensive drink tonight.” You blush, looking down at the polished dark oak bar as he pushes it into your peripheral vision. With your elbows leaned against it, you support your head with your hands and wistfully stared down at the drink. “Though, you must be used to drinking such luxurious drinks like this one.”

You kept blushing as you met his eyes again and shook your head, “o-oh no, I’m not famous!” His eyes widen but you laugh it off, “my best friend is a model and wanted me to come with.” The bartender comprehends and smiles a little cheekier.

“That explains how kind you are,” the bartender begins, “many celebrities are more stuck up.” You shrugged.

“I take it you’ve met many celebrities,” you put out. Right at your last word, someone calls for the bartender and he glances back. He winks at you before turning away to serve another customer.

You felt your cheeks warm. No! You began to scold yourself. Cupping your cheeks, you tried cooling yourself off with your cold hands. For the sake of your career, you were not going to immediately fall for a man so easily. You didn’t even catch his name.

While you were working away your thoughts, you felt an abrupt and harsh thud beside you. Turning slowly, you were met with a large man who seemed to be absolutely fuming. Your eyes scanned this man up and down, the sound of Eastside and his grown fusing together. And the man was very quick to notice your staring as he snapped his neck towards you, his brown orbs full of intimidation. “Can I help you?”

You found yourself distracted by how attractive this man was. Though the strobe lights made it difficult to tell, his skin was clearly sun-kissed. His jawline was sharp and obvious, but those chubby cheeks of his made them slightly less daunting. His nose was fairly big with facial hair randomly ornate about his face-- but he was handsome. Dark circles sat under his eyes, but those brown orbs were absorbing you completely.

“Hey!” A deep and strained voice brought you back to reality. You blink a few times before looking at the buzzed-cut man glaring down at you. “The fuck you lookin’ at?” Attitude.

You quickly look away and mutter a small “nothing.” He nods and turns back towards the bar, snapping a bartender his way. You glanced over, noticing that this man was completely in black. A black dress shirt tucked into what seemed like a shinier (and darker) pair of black pants. You let your eyes wander away once again, your nerves collecting up and down your spine.

A different bartender comes his way, in which he scoffs, “fucking finally. Can I have 8 shots of absinthe?” The bartender looked like her soul was just kicked out of her body. She nods anxiously before dissolving into the large wall of alcoholic drinks.

You decide to put your focus on the bit of vodka meant for Ashley. The ice was watering up the drink, making you feel awful for wasting such an expensive drink. Then, like you had spoken your thoughts, the man beside you asked, “are you going to drink that?” His voice was deep, nasally, and sounded like a warfare between two accents.

You meet with his eyes again and shake your head, “it isn’t mine.” He frowns.

“Then whose is it?”

Does it really matter? “Clearly not yours.” The man raised his eyebrows in shock. You, too, were shocked by the sass that left your tongue. You watched as he clicked his tongue against his bottom teeth.

“Do I know you?” He asked condescendingly.

You shook your head. “Do I know you?” The bartender returned to the man with the 8 shots he requested. The shots were full of this dark green liquid that made your liver already want to hurt. He nods away the bartender before returning to you with a smirk.

“You’re not famous, are you?” You shake your head. “A plus one?” You nod. He nods slowly before preparing to pick up one of the shots he ordered.

“I take it you aren’t a plus one?” He follows you and shakes his head. “Makes sense. I’m pretty sure I’m the only person without a net worth here.” You watched his plump, soft lips hold onto part of the shots rim and downs the shot with ease. He grimaces from the taste and shrugs.

“And you don’t know who I am?” He asks while recuperating from the shot of poison he just drank.

You shrug, “I’m sorry, am I supposed to?” The man chuckles and shakes his head. “Are you an actor, artist, producer-- model?”

He emits a raspy chuckle, “do I look attractive enough to be a model?” You could feel your cheeks tint pink. He smiles at this, having you notice that he has a very sweet smile. It makes him much more appealing compared to the angry expression he held when he first came over. “I’m in a band. I play bass.”

“Oh, cool.” You were genuinely impressed. Though you have no other celebrity to compare to aside from Meri, this man must have talent if he’s at this bar right now. “I’m sorry if I was rude earlier.”

“Ah no, it’s my fault,” the man admits as he waves off your apology. “I’ve been crabby all night and decided I wanted a drink.”

“That’s not the best coping mechanism, you know,” you commented as he took another shot. He grimaces yet again and slams the empty shot glass on the table. The man suddenly got closer to you, causing you to back off slightly. “H-hey--”

“I’m sorry,” he speaks a little louder, “I can’t hear you too well over the music.” Eastside was blaring pretty loudly, you had to admit. You eased up and nodded. “I know I shouldn’t drink, but my life feels like it's falling apart.”

“Are you stressed out?” You asked politely, your voice much softer and kinder. “I can imagine being famous isn’t easy.” The man shrugged.

“That’s always going to stress me out, you know?” You nodded. “But I’ve recently received some shitty news, which only brought shittier news.” You frowned. You felt his words completely. “I’m just kinda stuck between a rock and a hard place.”

Aren’t we all? You felt kind of bad. Even though he’s famous and could have everything, he’s still human and has the potential of losing things, too. And drinking doesn’t seem like his best friend either. He must be having a pretty hard time. And you weren’t sure why, but you decided to take the shot of watering vodka and forced it down your throat. The man beside you sat and watched as you coughed from the disgusting and very warm drink.

“My best friend brought me out here so I can try to get a better social life,” you admitted sheepishly, clinking the empty glass with your acrylic nails. “But I’m not famous so I don’t know what she expects from me.”

The man keeps quiet for a moment before slowly sliding one of his shots to you, “you’re doing pretty good right now.” You look down at the shot and smile curtly. He seemed kind, even though his aura is pretty off-putting. “Have a shot with me.”

“I shouldn’t…” you murmur as you bring the shot glass between your hands.

He holds up a shot near you and smiles, “I insist. You’re the only person I want to drink with right now.” You shook your head but he placed his hand on yours. You flushed up, feeling the hard and dry calluses ornate on his large hand. “Please.”

His voice emanated pure defeat, like he had nobody else but you. There was a touch of beg, and there was only so much you could do to resist such an irresistible man. With a shaky sigh, you pick up the shot and meet his eyes. “Fuck it.”

An hour passes, and each of you were full of shots and giggles. You two bounces off of each other from conversation with ease, like a perfectly made algorithm. He explained his broken accent, as he’s originally from Australia but had unfortunately been Americanized from fame. He told you of all the lovely experiences he’s had traveling all around Asian and Europe with his band mates who also happened to be his best friends. Listening to how content he was telling you these stories made you glad for his mood change.

Even if the two of you were a bit too tipsy.

“You know, you’re a really good listener,” Calum began seriously. He was a very chill drunk, extremely collected with very few slurred words. “Thank you for lending me your ears.”

You nodded, feeling your head heavy from the motion, “I get that a lot.” You felt a little sluggish, your eyes barely keeping up with his. He notices this and quickly whistles over a bartender. Your eyes wandered to see that it was the male bartender from early. He asked for a water bottle and the bartender eyes you worriedly before fetching his request.

“Let’s sober you up a bit,” the man insists as he takes the water bottle from the bartender and opens it up for you. You feel fingers lift your chin up as you felt the bottle gently sit between your lips. Cold water slowly entered your mouth as you swallowed a good amount. It was refreshing, and tasted so much better than the vodka and absinthe you drank. He pulls away the bottle after you wave it away and lets you go, “how you feeling?”

“Mmm,” you nod, “better.” The man smiles warmly at you. He then squints a bit before he brings his hand up to your face. You backed off a bit but he stuck out his thumb and began to dab your bottom lip. You could only blink as he gently dabbed away the loose water that remained on your glossed lips.

“Good girl,” he breathed, putting his hand down slowly. His brown eyes were captivating; you couldn’t find yourself looking away. And hearing him call you a good girl made you feel a bit weird. A little bit hot. He seemed entranced, too, as his face gradually came closer to yours. “Hey stranger, can I ask for your name?”

“I’m Y/N.” You stuck your hand out to him.

“Calum.” His large hand shakes yours. But he holds onto it, your eyes still locked with his. You smiled goofy. Calum.

“I like your name,” you slur out.

“I like your lips,” Calum murmurs quietly. His hot breath tickled your lips, having you realize just how close he was to you. “Hey Y/N… can I kiss you?”

It was a shot in the dark. But it was only one shot and it’s either a complete hit or a complete miss. Although you weren’t completely in your right mind and should probably be looking for Meri, you really wanted to seize this opportunity. After all, when would a very attractive man such as him come around again?

You nodded and closed your eyes, bracing yourself for the interlocking. And, without wasting a second, the man by the name of Calum, pressed his lips firmly against yours. They were warm and soft and plump-- exactly what you expected. You felt the way his warm tongue dragged along your bottom lip, savoring the saccharine goodness of it. His teeth would gently graze along your bottom lip while calming it with his tongue.

His hands quickly worked their way to your face, cupping your cheeks gently with his fingers fairly spread out. His thumbs were lightly denting your face while the other fingers had been gently massaging the back of your head and neck. Calum wanted more and more of you, as if you two weren’t locking lips, noses touching. Your hands found their way to his thighs, keeping you up as you two tried getting closer to one another.

Calum smelled good. He smelled of clean clothes and cologne, but he wasn’t drowned in it. It made the taste of booze easier to bare from his lips. Your pussy kept clenching, your hormones clearly desiring this man. Subconsciously, your hands crawled over to find that his crotch was protruding and twitching desperately. He groaned into your mouth from your touch.

“Fuck,” he growled against your lips. Your anxiety quickly rose as you pulled away. “Hey--”

“N-no, we shouldn’t be kissing here,” you mumbled nervously, looking around the bar. “Others could be taking photos, or paparazzi--”

“Y/N,” Calum spoke over you. “Paparazzi isn’t allowed in here and celebrities mind their own business among other celebrities.” You blinked a few times, still pretty drunk and attempting to understand his words. “Just like them, I want my privacy. So don’t stress, okay?”

You nod shyly, causing Calum to smile widely again. “Okay but um…” You pressed your thighs closer together, feeling a bit wet between them. “Can we… change scenery?”

Calum’s brown eyes glowed, offering his hands to you, “I was just about to ask the same thing. Come on.” He looks around before muttering an ‘um.’ You watch as he untucks his dress shirt and proceeds to unbutton it.

“Calum?”

Without answering you, Calum removes his dress shirt and begins to cover your head. Confused, you held the shirt down so it didn’t slide off. You were going to ask but Calum was quick to answer, “I don’t want the paparazzi taking photos of you when we step out.” Protecting my identity, you thought. Sick.

Calum checked his pockets to make sure he had everything before standing up and offering his hand. You slowly rose from the stool, using Calum’s forearms to help you up. As you did, you glanced back to see the bartender watching you from afar while making a drink for another customer. You look back at Calum and allow him to guide you out the bar.

“Cover as much of your face as you can, okay?” Calum instructs as he begins to lead you out of the bar. You take in your instructions as you slip through celebrities. You felt like you were going to get stuck with how crowded it was, but Calum had a very firm grip on you. “Excuse me!”

In seconds, you felt fresh air coat you all over. Your lungs were celebrating from the warm yet refreshing air. But you couldn’t bask in the excitement of being outside as you two were quickly met with flashing lights and shouts. You heard the paparazzi scream ‘Calum Hood,’ allowing you to safely assume that that was the man's full name.

“Miss!” Several of them then began beckoning to you, feeling hands attempting to reach you and reveal yourself. And they were close, but you had a pretty firm grip on the shirt. His smell was intoxicating and you looked like a nun covering your face with the shirt. But one more grab finally sparked some initiative from Calum.

He pulled you into his arms, your body firmly against his built torso, “stop fucking touching her!” He spat at the paparazzi, who only ate this up and resumed taking more photos and videos. You noticed from the little hole you had to see that security quickly came and pushed them back. This gave you and Calum enough time to get to his car and escape. “In here, beautiful.” He opens the door to his black SUV.

You struggle with your wedges but you get inside the car. As he closes the door, he rushes over to the driver's seat and joins you in the car. “You can take that off now.” Removing the shirt, you look around in paranoia. But his windows were shaded so nobody would be able to see the inside. “Are you okay? Did they hurt you?”

You fold the shirt and hand it over to Calum, “I’m fine, don’t worry.” He smiles while taking the shirt and gently placing it in the back of the car. He looks straight again and presses the button to start his car, watching as everything turns on and lights up. His radio immediately blasted Slow Motion by Trey Songz and you giggled.

“Shit, I’m so sorry--” Calum begins to apologize as his fingers try to lower the volume. But you loved this song and couldn’t help but jam out.

“Baby, when I saw ya walking out the door,” you sung, your hands reaching up to touch the roof of the car. “I jus knew you needed somethin’ more.”

Calum watched you in fascination as you sway your body to the sensual song. His boner had been getting worse and worse as you dragged your fingers down your collarbone and towards your chest. You notice that the car had been running but not moving. You look over at Calum.

“Shouldn’t you be driving?”

“Shit, yeah.”

With that, Calum pulls away from the curb and begins to drive to his apartment. You watched him drive, noticing how muscular his arms were. They were bigger than your face. Your eyes guide down to his collarbone, noticing one of the two tattoos that sit just below it. You bring your hand to touch it, causing Calum to flinch. But his tension dissolves as you slowly trace the lines.

“Like it?” He hummed quietly.

“It’s fitting,” you reply with a nod. You begin to drag your fingers towards his shoulder and down his muscular arm. They barely grazed his skin, but it had done just enough to make goosebumps rise. “Does my touch make you nervous?”

“Nah,” he replies unconvincingly. He quickly blasts the A/C and chuckles, “I’m just cold.” You giggle, continuing your adventure down his side. Your fingers reach his pants, causing you to bite your bottom lip. Your hand swiftly finds itself right on top of his boner, getting a “fuck!” out of him.

“You seem to have a problem down there,” you mumbled quietly. Calum chuckled.

“Amazing observation, Y/N,” Calum compliments sarcastically. You roll your eyes as you look up to see car lights glisten against Calum’s face. You look over to notice why he began sucking his teeth and sighing. “Fucking traffic,” Calum grumbles as he begins ot honk. “Fucking go!”

You laugh at his rage before returning your focus down on his crotch. Gently, you rub his boner, feeling his limb gradually get larger. Calum lets go of the wheel as he’s taken his defeat in the traffic and begins to pay attention to your actions. You look up to see his brown eyes study your hand and his bottom lip firmly stuck between his pearly whites.

You toy with the zipper of his pants before you halt and pout, “is this okay?”

Calum nods, “it's way more than okay.”

You resumed, pulling down the zipper slowly while Calum helped in pulled the pants down slightly. His black Calvin Klein's couldn’t do much as Calum’s boner immediately shot up. The tightness from the pants had been restricting his cock for too long as you heard Calum emit a relieving sigh. Your hands cling onto the waist of the boxers before pulling it completely down. You noticed that he was cleanly shaved before your eyes were on his bare cock. It immediately slapped against Calum’s stomach.

Without any more delays, you move closer to the drivers while using Calum’s thigh to hold you up. Using your free hand, you hold the 7-inch limb to keep it from slapping his stomach. Veins danced up and down his cock, his tip a light hue of pink. You let out a nervous sigh before bringing your lips to his tip. A throaty moan escapes Calum’s lips as your lips wrap around the top of his cock.

“Fuck,” Calum dragged, throwing his head back as you licked the man’s cock up and down. His dick was shiny from your saliva, making it easier for your hand to stroke it up and down while your mouth did the rest of the work. “That feels so fuckin good…”

His large hand takes up your flattened hair, keeping it from distracting you as you slowly took in more of his cock. His dick slid in with ease, through his tip was somewhat rough on your throat. More moans ensued from the man’s mouth as you take him as deeply as you could. He began to thrust up, desperate to put his dick as far into your throat as he could.

“Shit, Y/N,” Calum growled as he moved the car inches in the slow moving traffic. “Can I?” You felt his hand weave through your hair and massage the back of your scalp. He wanted to face fuck you. You used both hands to hold onto his thigh as a way to give consent. He bites down on his bottom lip harshly as he brought his other hand to hold your head. Slowly, he started to move your head up and down his cock. Your warm tongue swirled around his cock as he shoved it in and out your mouth.

Your panties became wetter from being face fucked. Although your eyes were tearing up and likely ruining your makeup, you wanted Calum to use your body more. “Your mouth feels so fucking good, Princess.” Your new nickname made you hotter as you gagged uncontrollably around Calum’s cock. You swallowed down the piling up saliva in your mouth, and that made Calum high. “F-fuck, your throat is so tight…”

He began to go a bit faster, tears quickly running down your cheeks. Your fingers and nails dent into his thigh, holding on tighter as Calum used your mouth the way he wished. A string of moans escape his lips-- he wants to cum soon. “I’m gonna cum right into your pretty little throat, okay Princess?” He informs you, his speed not relenting for a second as you felt his cock get bigger in your mouth. The tip of his cock hit the back of your throat so many times a minute that you knew it’ll be sore later.

Calum loved the sound of your saliva all over his cock, going in and out your mouth. “Y/N, I’m cumming--” even though you were warned, your widened your eyes when you felt a warm liquid getting forced down your throat. Immediately, you shot up and released his cock with a pop! Sound. You began to cough, relieving your mouth of being stuffed. With that, a bit of his cum still sat on your tongue and dripped down your bottom lip. It was bitter and salty, but you licked the remaining bit into your mouth. You looked up at Calum, whose eyes were suddenly filled with rage.

“Princess,” Calum begins darkly, pinching your chin with his fingers. His brown eyes were dim and haunting, causing goosebumps to rush all over your skin. “You let some of my cum drip into my car.”

You gulped. “I’m sorry…”

“Oh, I know,” Calum murmured quietly. “I’m gonna make you regret it anyways, Princess.” He then reverted back to driving mode as both hands clasped onto the wheel. You sat back into the passenger's seat properly, shifting uncomfortably from your juices leaking out of your pussy. Calum brought his hand to your thigh and kept it there, ensuing silence in the car as you mentally prepared for whatever the unpredictable Calum had in store for you.

XXX

You looked out the window when Calum pulled up in front of an extremely fancy and expensive apartment building. You watch Calum turn off the car and exiting it. Walking around it, Calum opens your door and offers you a hand. You looked around curiously, “are you sure I can show my face?”

Calum nodded, “the paparazzi hasn’t figured out where my city apartment is.” You take his hand and allow him to help you out as he shuts the door behind you and clicks a button to lock the car. Several security guards stood right before you as Calum tossed his ‘car key’ to one of them. You glanced back as one of them gets into the car and drives away to park it.

Calum’s warm hand holds yours into the beautiful and expensive building. The intensity of the bright lights was blinding as you kept your head down and followed Calum. But when you were looking down, you noticed the inner legs glistening due to how horny you were. And you still weren’t quite that sober so you squeezed Calum’s hand tighter in desperation.

He chuckles at you, “what’s wrong, Princess?” He glances back at you to see your face as red as a tomato. You bit your bottom lip and shook your head, too embarrassed to tell him your situation. Snickering, Calum guides you to an elevator and presses one of the buttons. You looked up slightly to see that they were going to the 48th floor.

“C-Calum,” you stuttered, looking up at him. He looked of a sadist right then, knowing that you were wet beyond belief and that you were desperately seeking relief. “I need you.”

“You need me?” Calum repeats. You nod your head slowly and Calum was in a short fit of chuckles. “Alright, c’mere.” He pulls you into his body and holds you tightly at your waist. Your cheeks were burning, and you watched Calum dip down to kiss your lips once again.

You clung onto his black tank top desperately, feeling his large hands slowly crawl down to your ass. Calum rubbed, grabbed, and spanked your ass as you two kissed through the floors. You listened to the sound of the elevator skipping each floor as Calum’s tongue breached into your mouth. It was clear he was the dominant, his tongue swirling around yours and eventually pressing it down before returning its focus to your upper lip. The gloss that was once on your lips were completely licked away by Calum.

You felt Calum pull your dress up to tease his middle finger from between your cheeks down towards your pussy. You twitched a bit as Calum’s finger began rubbing between your labias through your panties. “Y/N,” Calum parts his lips from yours, “when did you get so wet?”

You brought your hands up to his face and pulled it down to kiss him again. Calum’s finger pushed into your pussy, bringing your soaked panties along while rubbing the rim of it. You began clenching inside, desperate for this man to stick his finger completely inside. But before he could, the elevator had finally reached the 48th floor.

“Let’s go.” Calum pulls your dress down and holds your hand once more to guide you to his apartment. You followed him through the lavish halls of the floor, taking a look out the window to see the mesmerizing sight that was New York City at night.

“It’s beautiful,” you whispered. Calum looked over and nodded. You heard him fish out keys from his pocket with his free hand. He forced the key in to his apartment and opened it with ease. Calum lets you go as soon as you two enter, closing the door behind you two while you just begin to wander in. “Princess.”

“Mm?”

Suddenly, two large (and now familiar) hands grab your hips and pull you back. Calum turns you and presses your back against the door. He grabs your wrists and hold them against the door as well, his large body surrounding you. “Finally,” Calum murmurs before he dips into the crook of your neck and drags his tongue on your neck. You let a moan slip, feeling Calum’s teeth begin to tug and tease your flesh with his tongue sliding on to ease the bit of pain.

“C-Calum…” you force out. Calum’s tongue teased up your neck, his plump lips nibbling your ears. You clench your hands into fists, wiggling in his hold as his teeth grazed along your skin. But he halts to bring his lips to your ear.

“Tonight,” Calum growls, “I’m Daddy.” Your eyes widen as he tugs your earlobe with his lips. “Do you understand, Princess?”

You nod, “yes, Daddy.” Calum backs up a bit and holds your chin in his fingers. Although you two were in pitch black darkness, you knew he was smirking at you. He releases your wrists but takes your hand again to guide you through his apartment. You follow obediently, your heart pumping quickly from the rush. You weren’t foreign to one night stands, but this one feels different. This one was more exciting, with a thrill you haven’t felt in a long while.

He brings you into a bedroom. That was clear as one of his walls were entirely of glass and allowed tonight's light to shine in. You notice a king sized bed with a bedside table and a few drawers. Any other detail was hard to tell from your gradual sobering as well as still being in a fair amount of darkness. He turns around and holds you gently by your neck.

“Get on the bed,” Calum instructed. “I’m hungry.”

Gulping, you quickly walk to the end of the bed and take a seat. Calum walks over and swallows you in his shadow, looking down at you as he grinned. He tells you to lay down, in which you listen and try to calm yourself down. You thanked yourself a million times for shaving before you went to Meri’s house tonight. As you tried slowing down your heart, you felt Calum unstrapping your shoes from your feet.

“Mm?” You wiggled your toes to catch his attention. You heard him chuckle from the end of the bed as he frees your feet from your wedges.

“I just wanted you to be more comfortable.” You knew that you two were supposed to be fucking, but his gesture was really endearing. You felt your heart warm up from how considerate he was to you. But that sweet moment quickly dissolves when Calum starts pulling your dress up and your panties down. “Spread your legs, Princess.”

Obediently listening, you spread your legs apart. You cover your face with your hands, completely embarrassed by the situation. Calum’s breath tickled your inner thighs as he completely removed the panties from your body. The tip of his tongue first touches your clit lightly and you were already in shambles.

“C-Calum…” you moaned. This made Calum stop to glare at you.

“What’s my name?” He growled.

“D-Daddy, it’s Daddy,” you pleaded with him. “I’m sorry, Daddy.” Calum nods in satisfaction after your apology and dips back into your pussy. You feel his tongue swirling around your clit, stimulating it. You felt waves of pleasure surge through your body, your hands returning to the bed to desperately grab the sheets. His large hands had to hold down your thighs to make you squirm less, his tongue rimming around the entrance of your pussy.

But he quickly found that dull and brought one hand to your flower. Calum forces his middle finger in first, having you arch your back in pure bliss. Moans drip out from your lips as you hear the sipping and slurping sounds of Calum eating you out with his plump lips. He thumbed aggressively against your clit, beads of sweat began to collect on your forehead and neck.

“Y-you’re going so f-fast,” you stutter, “it's t-too much…”

Completely ignoring your breathless warnings, Calum laps his tongue around your clit. He digs two fingers into you, sending sparks all around. You pull at the sheets desperately, your breathing completely off tempo. He thrusts his long fingers in and out slowly, spraying some of your cum out onto the bed. “I’ll be the judge of that,” Calum’s hoarse voice speaks against your flower.

Eventually, Calum bends his fingers at your g-spot right behind your clit and you writhe in pure euphoria. He smirks at your reaction and keeps doing it while circling around your clit (which had been gradually becoming swollen by his constant touch.) Your climax was closing in on you as Calum start leaving wet kisses all over your thighs, fingers still inside you. He slips his index finger in and you curl your toes. “S-so close…” you moan, thrusting a little bit to get his fingers deeper inside.

He keeps going but immediately notices the thigh strap with your phone stuck in it. Carefully, he pulls it out of your thigh and puts it beside you on the bed. He’s intrigued by this and keeps it in his head while he continued to pleasure you. “D-Daddy, please,” you shrieked, your nails threatening to poke holes through his sheets. Then, seconds before reaching your climax, your euphoric state comes to a halt.

Calum retracts all of his fingers and rises from the floor. You glance over to look at him, watching as he rids the tank top on his torso. Though it was still fairly dark, you could his flesh dent kindly to form his wondrous set of abs. You hear a soft snort before hands are offered before you. “Here’s your punishment.”

Following his lead, he gets you on your feet and holds your face. Your toes adjust to the flatness of the ground as Calum purposely wipes away his lips drenched with your juices with his tongue. He continues to lick his fingers as well, stirring your insides just a painful bit more. This man isn’t human, you thought. He couldn’t be. “Get on your knees,” he murmurs. You widen your eyes, complaints already filing in your head.

“But you didn’t finish--”

“Are you denying my order, Princess?” Calum growls. He pinches your chin and forces you to lock eyes with him. Goosebumps spread like wildfire as you shake your head. He smiles, “good. Now do as I told you.”

Nodding, you slide down to the floor, your hands gliding down from his thighs. Your knees dug into the carpet, knowing that it’ll leave rug burns and bruises on them. Calum’s eagerness shows; his thick bulge was right before your very eyes. Your hands carefully undo the zipper like earlier, and your hands quickly pulled down the waist of both his pants and boxers.

His cock hits his stomach and you could only bask in its largeness. Before you could indulge though, Calum pokes your forehead and reaches for something on the bed. You eye to notice your phone in his hands. “What are you…”

Calum slides into camera mode and begins to take what you guessed was a video. As he smirked mischievously into the camera, his hand held the back of your head and encouraged you to begin. Both of your hands quickly wrap around his cock to help it into your mouth. A rough moan escapes his lips before switching the camera to record you sucking him off. You were somewhat anxious about it but the video was in your phone so nobody but you could access it. Plus it was dark, so how much could one really see?

Calum watches wistfully at you as you suck him off the way you did in the car. But Calum was much rougher since he could dedicate his attention entirely to you. With his one hand, he forced his cock deep down your throat and sped up the tempo to his liking. Deja vu. Tears ensued once again, your hands holding onto his thighs so he could face fuck you with ease.

You could feel his cock twitch inside your mouth, your eyes looking up at the camera above you. Calum had been smiling the entire time, knowing that his climax would be coming soon. Eating you out made his throb cock so hard for you and he wants nothing more but to fuck you. But he had to teach you a lesson.

Precum slid down your throat, making you swallow around the tip of his cock. He stopped recording and tossed the phone back on the bad. He rested a hand on his forehead, euphoria completely taking him over. But he suddenly pulled you off his cock.

“Mm.” A string of saliva kept your lips and his cock connected. You clear your throat, easing your throat from the face fucking. Calum grabs your hands and turns you around. With one hand holding the back of your neck and the other right above your ass, he bends you over the bed.

“Do I have to use a condom?” He presses his body against your back to speak these words into your ear.

“No, Daddy,” you reply. You were on the pill so there were no worries. Calum nipped at your ear happily before standing up straight. His large hands hold onto your hips, his fingers denting a bit for a good hold. He rubs his cock against your soaked pussy, his tip teasing your entrance dreadfully. “Fuck, please!”

“Please what, Princess?” He’s a sadist.

“Please Daddy.”

You couldn’t see, but you knew for a fact he had a smirk painted across his lips. Without wasting another second, Calum thrusts right into your pussy. You hold onto the sheets, pushing them close together as you dig your face into them. His cock was stretching you harshly, but you wanted him deeper. Your insides clench around, hugging his cock happily to feel his length fuck you harder.

“Fuck Princess,” Calum mutters. “I love the way your pussy wraps around my cock.” His waist slapped your ass, his hands instinctively going to give it a few spanks. It was too much-- you were seconds from cumming. Your squeals gave you away as Calum starts thrusting faster. “I’m gonna ruin you.”

Your breathing couldn’t be controlled as you felt an exultant climax finally come. Your release coated Calum’s cock, but his cum was also filling you up. You moaned into the bed, trickles of sweat dripping down the both of you. The combined orgasms poured onto the bed and seeped into the sheets. Calum gave you every drop before pulling out.

Exhaustion slowly began taking you over while you listened to Calum walk over to his bedside table. Your squinted eyes watch him retrieve two items from the drawer before walking over to the wall of glass. The last thing you saw was a cigarette being placed between his lips before you fell into a deep slumber.

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part 2 here

this is long as fuck but this is only the beginning. please let me know if it was any good or bad here and ill see yall in the next part

- gabby xo

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Girl Meets Evil - Chapter 1

Genre: Action Adventure, Romance, Comedy, Angst Rating: PG-13 - M Warnings: violence, immoral and unethical behavior, smut (eventually), mild language Pairing: Jungkook x reader, Jimin x oc, Taehyung x oc Notes: mafia!bts / gang!bts au. Not idol!bts. Same goes for VIXX. Single quote marks ‘ ‘ are for thoughts and double “ “ are for talking. Additional Notes: The outfit Jungkook wears to the club is from the Love Yourself Tear O version jacket shooting. Taehyung is wearing the Airplane Pt 2 MV outfit. Jimin is wearing the white denim outfit from Fake Love MV and Jhope is wearing the outfit from the Fake Love MV Teaser.

Tagging: @justbangtanandjams @jiminnies-baby @och-ako @lizardsocial @katebacks

Summary: How could something so bad taste so sweet? All you wanted was an iced white chocolate mocha no whip extra ice on a hot summer’s day.

SERIES MASTERLIST

After a night out with your coworkers Sunshine and Raven, some liquid courage, and a mental pep talk, you were finally sitting outside the winery in the fresh air and dialing Jungkook’s number. You stood there in the cool night air asking yourself were you really about to call a tech geek and flirt with him? Here you were, coming up with some lame excuse to go see him.

“Hello?”

“Hello, is this Jeon Jungkook?”

“...........Who wants to know?”

His response being a question to your own question threw you for a loop. Definitely not the response you were expecting. Blushing and starting to panic, the wine was making it hard for you to focus as you tried to stutter out in explanation,

“O--Oh. This is the girl from the cafe just earlier today. Cafe Fantasia? We bumped into each other? Y--You gave me your card.”

And it was like the difference between night and day. Suddenly his tone was much lighter and he even chuckled a bit from what you could hear on the other end. Feeling relief wash over you, the sounds of rustling could be heard before he said happily,

“Aaahhh. Yes yes. The cutie pie from the cafe. Yes, I remember now. What can I do for you?”

The way he asked had you blushing. It wasn’t helping that the wine was already making you warm under the collar. Shamelessly fanning your face with your free hand and grateful that he couldn’t see you through the phone, you replied with the lines you had rehearsed in your head about a dozen times since the night began,

“Well----It’s my laptop. I think it might have a virus. But I don’t know for sure. It’s just kind of acting funny. I was wondering if you could take a look at it.”

“Sure thing, cutie. Wanna set up an appointment? I could get you in on Saturday.”

You looked down at his business card because you were pretty sure he didn’t include Saturdays as part of his working hours. Frowning with eyebrows knitted in confusion, you spoke up slowly,

“But you don’t work on Saturdays.”

“I know. But for a lovely lady like you, I’m willing to make an exception to the rule.”

Okay......This was totally not how you saw this conversation going. You were supposed to be the one to flirt with him but it was like he had totally turned the tables on you. Was he openly flirting with you??? It was almost impossible to believe. It was only when you heard his smooth, deep voice on the other end of the line that you finally snapped out of it.

“Babe? You still there?”

“Uh---- Ye-Yeah. I’m here. Um.....Wa--What time on Saturday?”

You could hear him chuckling and your face only felt warmer still. He was laughing at your stuttering, wasn’t he? Aish. The jerk. He probably had a super smug smile on that stupid handsome face of his too. Trying to control your heart and prevent yourself from passing out on the spot, you finally heard him reply casually,

“Eh, any time after lunch will work. I’m going to be home all day so no need for a specific time.”

“Okay. I’ll.....I’ll see you Saturday, then. Thank you so much, Jungkook.”

“Anytime, babe. Have a good night.”

“Y--You too.”

The rest of the week went extremely slow. It was hard to focus on your work as you jumped back and forth between feeling guilty for lying and nervous because you were going to be in extremely close proximity to a really handsome young man. You just didn’t know how to read him. His appearance screamed bad boy but his manners.....Well.....you were pretty sure he was trying to flirt with you that night.

Finally, Saturday was here and you spent your entire morning trying to figure out what to wear. Did you want to dress to impress or just keep it casual? This wasn’t a date. This was literally you lying so you could spend a couple minutes with him. Because if he really was a tech geek, it wasn’t going to take him very long to realize you had lied or that you’re just really dumb.

“Should I do something with my hair or leave it alone? Gah. This is stupid! How old am I, anyway?”

Finally steeling yourself up and settling for a dressy casual look, you decided to just blow dry your hair and let it fall however it wanted. This wasn’t a date. This wasn’t a date. Those were the words you chanted to yourself as you stared back in the full length mirror. You’re just there to spend enough time with him to see if maybe he’s someone you’re interested in pursuing.

You weren’t getting any younger and to be completely honest, you were lonely. You were bored and lonely. Sunshine and Raven could only help cure that boredom for so long when they had lives of their own to live. You had moved away from family so they were miles and miles away.

What did that leave you? With no one. Not even a pet dog or cat. So now it was time to start looking for that special someone before they were all picked over. Or at least that’s what you were telling yourself.

After walking to your car in the apartment complex’s parking garage, you had talked yourself out of doing this at least five times. To boot, when you finally climbed into your car, you realized you had completely forgotten the laptop. That would have made you look real good, wouldn’t it?

Dear god this was a horrible idea. How were you going to function when you saw him? If you couldn’t even get this far, how were you going to handle facing him and even more so......being in the same room as him???

Then it hit you. Finally having grabbed your laptop and plopping it in the passenger seat, you sat there with both hands on the steering wheel as a dreadful thought entered your mind. What if he just expected you to drop off your laptop and pick it up several days later? What if you were getting all dolled up for nothing?

You were on the verge of crying in frustration as the tears threatened to well up in your eyes. You felt pitiful. Downright pitiful. Was this really your life right now? Sniffling and trying to pull yourself together, you decided to follow through with your plan and hope for the best. At least you could say you tried.

After punching in the address printed on his business card, it didn’t take you long to realize that, one, his office was located fairly close to where you lived and, two, his office appeared to be.....an apartment building? Perhaps his apartment was also his office? Blinking in utter confusion and curiosity, you decided to drive a bit further to find a parking spot on the street and just walk from there. It was a nice day after all.

With your laptop clutched to your chest, you managed to find Jungkook’s room number and tried your best to knock without revealing how nervous you were. Dear lord this was happening. You couldn’t remember the last time you tried to flirt with a guy. To say you were rusty would be the understatement of the year. Heart pounding in your throat, you watched the door open only to reveal.....well....Not quite what you were expecting.

“Ah! Cutie pie! So glad you were able to find me. Come on in.”

“J-Jungkook. You’re still eating. I didn’t mean to bother you.”

There he stood with a smile on his face despite mid chewing on what you could only assume was his late lunch. You should have known you would come at a bad time. Why? Because that was just the way your luck ran. As usual, he was dressed in all black but a lot more casual this time around. Plain black t-shirt with black basketball shorts. Shaking his head, he swallowed and quickly waved for you to come in.

“Ani ani. Don’t be silly. I was just finishing up, actually. Come on in and let’s take a look at that laptop.”

So much for looking all cool, calm, and collected. Suddenly feeling extremely warm, you did your best to step forward and through the doorway. You were happy you could take a minute to distract yourself and bow your head as you timidly slipped your shoes off. During this time, you heard him close the door behind you and asked casually,

“Can I offer you something to drink? I have bottled water, orange juice, Coke. Or I could brew up some coffee.”

“Um.....I’ll take a bottle of water, thanks.”

The last thing you needed right now was caffeine. You were already jumpy and jittery enough as it was thanks to your fried and frazzled nerves. Taking a timid seat on the couch, you sat there trying not to bounce your leg while your laptop was still clutched to your chest like a teddy bear. Looking around, you took a moment to soak up your surroundings.

A soft R&B tune came from the fancy sound system he had surrounding his huge screen TV. It was more than obvious that he loved his technology. No wonder he was a tech geek who worked on computers and stuff. The apartment was decorated in a nice, clean minimalist look and it screamed Jungkook. Shades of black, white, and gray. Looking over to your right, you could see a diffuser releasing scented steam and surprisingly, the smell didn’t give you a headache.

You had no idea Jungkook was such a........sensual guy? Was sensual the word you were looking for? The soft music combined with the aromatherapy......it all just seemed really sensual to you. Not behavior you’d expect from a guy who dressed the way Jungkook did. But then again......they always did say never to judge a book by it’s cover and that was exactly what you were doing.

“Here’s your water. I sort of turned it into ice water. Hope that was okay.”

“Oh---Of course! That’s totally fine. Thank you, Jungkook ssi.”

You blushed when you heard him softly snort in amusement while taking a seat next to you. You were grateful that he kept a safe distance so that your thighs or feet weren’t touching. Taking a couple sips of your water, you were actually quite pleased with the fact that it contained plenty of ice. It would help keep you cool as much as possible. Carefully setting your glass down on the coaster located on the coffee table, you timidly handed over your laptop.

“Ah, yes. The laptop that’s acting funny. Let’s take a look here and see what we got.”

Gosh what if he realized you were fibbing? That this was all just some lame excuse to come see him? You were once again trying to keep your leg from bouncing like a jackhammer as you watched him flip open your laptop and turn it on. Thankfully, you had been smart enough to make sure it was fully charged before bringing it over.

While he worked, which you had no idea what he was doing, you couldn’t help but notice how focused he was. In fact......It was pretty hot. Sexy even. Especially when his eyebrows would furrow together in concentration. His doe eyes quickly flicked all over your laptop screen while he worked.

Unbeknownst to you, he was simply running a few different scans; looking for viruses. This wasn’t the first time one of his clients swore up and down they had a virus when really they just had a bunch of junk on their hard drive that was slowing their computer down. While waiting for a disk defragment to finish up, he leaned back into the couch and asked casually,

“Enjoying your weekend so far?”

You decided it would be best to take a drink of your chilled water before answering. This was the first time since he started working that you’d have to speak. Holding your glass in your lap as if it would keep you grounded, you smiled a bit timidly and nodded.

“Yeah. I am. How about you?”

“Eh. It’s just another day. I don’t usually do a whole lot on the weekends.”

“Oh? Gosh. I seem to be busiest on the weekends. That’s usually when I get to run all my errands and clean my apartment.”

Realizing he never asked to know such information, you immediately blushed and quickly ducked your head to stare at your glass, suddenly finding it quite interesting. Knowing you weren’t looking, Jungkook allowed himself to sport a wide bunny smile of amusement. You were just too cute.

“Well, I must admit, my apartment didn’t look this clean when I first woke up this morning.”

He chuckled softly while he started using the touch mouse pad once again on your laptop. Suddenly looking up from your glass, you watched him with amazement as he just continued to smile in casualness. Did that mean he cleaned up the place especially for you or was cleaning just a part of his Saturday morning routine? You tried not to think too much into it.

“Okay, I think your laptop is safe. I couldn’t find any viruses but I did clean up your drive a good bit. So if anything, it should run a lot faster and smoother now.”

Just like that, it was time to say goodbye. It all ended so soon. You were almost finished with your water so you couldn’t even use that as an excuse to stay just a little bit longer. Smiling and setting down the glass, you carefully took your laptop from him and couldn’t help but notice how his fingers brushed up against your own. Dear god your face felt so warm. So embarrassing. Clearing your throat, you carefully set your laptop to the side and started to dig around in your purse.

“Thank you so much, Jungkook ssi. How much do I owe you?”

You were surprised to hear him chuckling so softly and looked up to see him sporting a smile that you couldn’t quite translate. His eyes crinkled in the corners and his nose scrunched up a bit. He looked absolutely adorable, honestly. It was hard to believe he was the same man you bumped into at the cafe; looking all bad boyish and stuff. There appeared to be nothing bad about Jungkook at all. He seemed like a really nice guy.

“First of all, you really don’t have to be so formal. Jungkook is just fine. And secondly, I’ve been thinking about that and I was wondering.......”

Now it was his turn to be shy and timid. You watched him fiddle with the hem of his over sized t-shirt as he bit his bottom lip in thought; choosing his words as wisely as he could. Finally making eye contact with you, he said a bit sheepishly,

“I was wondering if you’d accompany me tonight. There’s this club I haven’t been to in awhile. Club Hope World. It’s a really cool place. It’s clean and strictly forbids underage drinking and they have a lot of fun dance battles. It’s a really great time but I didn’t want to go alone. I know you said you’re busy on the weekends but I----”

“I want to go.”

It was completely silent in the apartment as the two of you stared at each other. Jungkook stared on in shock and surprise while you sat there staring like a deer in the headlights. What did you just say? Did you actually say you’d go? To a club??? You hadn’t been to a club since your college days. Granted that wasn’t too long ago but still. Smiling sheepishly and trying not to fan your heated face, you repeated a little more confidently,

“I want to go with you.”

That seemed to snap the poor boy back to reality as he blinked his doe eyes and cleared his throat. Adjusting himself in his spot next to you, he soon sported a bright smile and replied with eagerness,

“Great! I’ll pick you up later tonight. Here----Let me put my number in your phone and you can put yours in mine. Then you can just text me your address and I can let you know when I’ll be picking you up.”

The whole thing felt like a dream as you both handed over your cell phones and started adding each other into your contacts. Was this really happening? Were you adding your number to a guy’s phone? And was that very same and very handsome guy putting his number in your phone??? Yes. Yes he was. Wow! Talk about a score! By the time you had your own phone back in your hands, you were smiling like an idiot.

“Cool! Now all I need is your address.”

Duh. Of course that’s what he was waiting on. Trying to pull yourself together and get your head out of the clouds, you focused once more on looking him up only to find he wasn’t there. That’s odd. You scrolled up and down through the J section of your contact list and eventually looked up to say softly in confusion,

“You’re not in here. Did you just not hit save?”

“Oh I’m definitely in there. Scroll down to your S’s.”

With knitted eyebrows and your expression one of confusion and curiosity, you did as he said and scrolled down to the S section of your contacts. Instantly you were able to point him out. Without being able to control yourself, you snorted softly and immediately covered your mouth before saying in amusement,

“Super Hot Tech Guy? Really, Jungkook? Aigoo.”

You were shaking your head while he just smiled and that bunny-like nose of his scrunched up; clearly pleased with himself. Not that you were about to tell him, but you actually liked the title. It fit him perfectly. He was super hot and he was a tech guy. Smiling like an idiot once more, you started to send him a text that would contain your address. After hitting the send button, you looked up at him and announced happily,

“Should be pinging your phone any second now.”

“Hmm......Yep! Got it!”

Due to......reasons, Jungkook immediately recognized two things about your address. One, you didn’t live that far away from him. Not quite walking distance but it was a very short driving distance all at the same time. Two, you lived in the shadier part of this particular area. Good thing he didn’t live far away, then. Part of him wondered why you would live in such an area. Perhaps it was all you could afford.

“Cool. I’ll pick you up later tonight. It’ll be well after dinner hours since that’s when all the fun starts. But don’t worry, I’ll text you before I leave here.”

“Sounds like a plan, Jungkook.”

There wasn’t a doubt in your mind that you’d need every second of precious time you could get between now and then to help prepare yourself for what was to come. You’d have to pick an outfit, do your hair, and maybe even look into putting some makeup on. Good lord you didn’t know which was more nerve wracking. Getting ready to meet him today or getting ready to go clubbing for the first time in like three years.

“Thanks again, Jungkook. I really appreciate you taking the time out of your weekend to look at it. I hope I didn’t disrupt your day.”

He softly snorted once more while watching you clutch your laptop right back to your chest like you had done earlier. Your cheeks burned as he flashed you that charming bunny-like smile. Shaking his head in amusement, he said casually,

“You did no such thing. If anything, I should be thanking you for practically dragging you along with me to a club just because I’m lonely.”

‘But I’m lonely too, Kook.......I’m lonely too.....’

“Ani ani. I’m happy to go. Since my friends both have stuff to do this weekend, I’m pretty much lonely too.”

“Oh? Well then......that just means I have you all to myself then, doesn’t it?”

Dear god you were gonna pass out from overheating if he didn’t shut the hell up. With a soft laugh and clutching the laptop even closer to your chest like some kind of security blanket, you briefly bit your bottom lip before saying a little too quickly and an octave too high,

“Well I should go. Thanks again for everything.”

“Not a problem, cutie. I’ll see you later tonight.”

You didn’t risk saying anything else as you practically power walked to the door where your shoes were. All you wanted to do was stuff your face in a freezer to help yourself cool off. How on Earth were you going to survive tonight? Then again, you had asked yourself several times this morning how were you going to survive being in the same room as him and here you are barely surviving that.

While your back was turned as you slipped your shoes on and gathered your things up, Jungkook could only smile and silently laugh as he watched you. You really were the cutest thing he had ever seen. It would be fun playing with you. That’s for sure. So easy to fluster. After waving you off, he smirked to himself but a sense of fondness and endearment was there settling somewhere in his chest. Perhaps you were playing with him.

“I just did that.........I really just did that......”

You sat there in your car still parked on the side of the street as you took a few minutes to process what the hell just happened. A super hot tech guy just asked you out. His number was in your phone and......Your mind was just blown by all of this. Here you had been panicking all morning long that you weren’t even going to get two minutes with him and now you were going to a club with him. Life really did work in strange ways.

Indeed, you spent the whole afternoon trying to prepare for this one night. Clothing. That was going to be the hardest part. Ever since you graduated from college, all you did was work. Work, work, work. All work and very little play. Your job was wonderful but honestly you were being extremely underpaid if you were to be true with yourself.

So your biggest task for the day was to pick an outfit that didn’t make you look like you were heading for a business conference. That was proving to be harder than you anticipated. Clothes were scattered everywhere to the point where it looked like someone had ransack the place. You would try something on but then immediately take it off and this process repeated for quite some time. Just when you were sitting on your bed and about to make an emergency run to the department store, something caught your eye.

It was a cardigan. An old cardigan you had saved from your college days. It was too pretty and too expensive for you to just give away or to drop off at the local charity store so you kept it; hidden deep within the confines of your closet. It didn’t exactly scream club night but it also didn’t scream business conference either. Not to mention you really didn’t want to spend money on clothing if you didn’t have to. You could make this work after all.

Finding a black, sleeveless dress shirt to where the fabric cascaded down your chest, you put a crap ton of deodorant on before slipping your arms through the sleeves of your cardigan. It was a deep maroon color that accented your complexion perfectly. Now for some pants. Pants, pants, pants......Most of your bottoms consisted of pencil skirts or dress pants. Crap. You were so close to completing this outfit. You couldn’t fail now.

“A-ha!”

Just a little further down the row of clothing, you found an old pair of skinny jeans. They were black and ripped in the knees a bit because that’s the style you were in to back in the day. But could you even still fit into them? Why were they still hanging up in the back of your closet? Perhaps it was a sign that you were meant to wear them tonight? Either way, you held your breath as you slipped them on and thank the good lord above they still fit you.

There. The hardest part of the mission was over. Or so you thought.

Your hair. What should you do with your hair? This was starting to look and sound like this morning all over again. When all you had to do was work your life away, appearance was pretty cut and dry. You figured it would be pretty hot inside with all the bodies dancing around and such, so perhaps your typical bun would work? Maybe you could spruce it up with some curls hanging in your face? Yeah. That could work. Let’s do that! You got this! It’s all under control now.

After some bobby pins and tons of hairspray, you had your hair perfectly in place just like every other morning when getting ready for work. The curls that framed your bare face seemed out of place but you were trying your best to seem.....casual? You stared back at yourself in the mirror and that’s when the second guessing started up again. The self-doubt and wondering if this was such a good idea.

“No! I’m doing this. I got this far. He asked me. That’s got to count for something. I can do this and I will.”

After the small pep talk, you then decided to try and eat something before applying any makeup. No sense in putting lipstick on if food was just going to wipe it all off. Not to mention make said food taste like lipstick. Gross.

After downing a bowl of ramyeon, you brushed your teeth and used a ton of mouth wash before finally getting around to putting on some makeup. Deciding there was no need to go all out since it’d probably be dark in the club, you kept it pretty simple. Just your usual routine for when you got ready for work. Once finished, you stood there in the mirror in your bathroom and took a deep sigh of relief.

“I’m ready.”

Just like he had said, Jungkook arrived super late and you wondered if you were even going to make it the whole night through. Being someone who worked themselves to death, you weren’t exactly night owl material. Thank goodness tomorrow was Sunday. At least you could sleep in if needed. You had received his text and a little less than 10 minutes later, he was parked out front waiting on you.

‘Wow. He looks amazing!’

‘Oh god. She’s too cute.’

There Jungkook stood, leaning against the passenger side door and ready to be a gentleman and help you into his car. His attire for the night was pretty simple yet literally flashy all at the same time. He wore a v-neck white t-shirt and black jeans that hugged his thighs in all the right ways. Over the t-shirt he wore a deep red jacket that sparkled under the night lights. He looked like the pride and glory of Satan himself standing there all dark and confident. You couldn’t help but notice his hair was styled and he himself wore a bit of makeup. Dang.

You were too cute in his eyes. Clearly you didn’t get out much. What with your cute cardigan and your hair all up in a tight, neat bun. In fact, you wore your hair just like that the day he not-so-accidentally bumped into you at the cafe. Although he noticed you tried to mix it up a bit by letting some hair fall into your face which appeared to already be driving you nuts as you tried to tuck the soft locks behind your ear.

“Well don’t you look adorable.”

“Th---Thanks. You look really nice too.”

Curse you and your stupid stuttering. You gripped your clutch purse with white knuckles as you flashed him a bashful smile. This was going to be a long night that was probably going to leak into early morning when your butt would normally be in bed sleeping. Oh boy. You blinked when he suddenly leaned off the car, which was actually super nice by the way, and lifted his hand to reach out to you. Your heart pounding as you tried to figure out what he was doing.

“Just one thing I noticed here......”

The next thing you knew, your hair was falling and cascading all around you as he took out every bobby pin and the hair tie that was holding your perfect hair bun in place. Your mouth hanging open as he came back around to smile at you while holding all the hair accessories in his hands. Wow his hands were even pretty.....

“Jungkook!! I worked hard on that! Why’d you do that!?!?”

“You need to lighten up and let loose a little, cutie. You’re too uptight.”

Squaring your shoulders and folding your arms across you chest, you sported a loud pout before saying stubbornly,

“I am not uptight. This is just my unique style, okay?”

“Props for loving yourself but you’re too pretty to be dressing like your grandma. Come on. I know someone who can help us.”

You didn’t know whether you wanted to blush and giggle like a schoolgirl or punch him in the throat. He had just complimented you and insulted you all in one sentence. However, as he stood there smirking and opening the passenger door for you, you grumbled and muttered while climbing in,

“I don’t dress like my grandmother.”

Having no clue where he was taking you, you decided to focus on his appearance once again. Upon closer inspection, you noticed that he was actually wearing color. Not to mention that makeup. Dang. You wondered if someone had done it for him. Having nothing else better to do, you decided to try and get back at him by saying with a bit of attitude,

“I can’t believe you own something other than black.”

Your initial response was a soft snort of amusement. Sneaking a glance, you noticed his nose was scrunched up in that adorable bunny-like fashion and it made your heart leap. How could one man look so devilishly handsome and adorably cute all at the same time?? How?!

“If you can believe this, yellow is my favorite color.”

It was like staring at the biggest, loudest oxymoron you had ever laid eyes on. Jungkook, a man who was dark and mysterious, loved the color yellow? Yellow, one of the brightest colors imaginable. It just didn’t make any sense. Trying not to grin too much, you asked as casually as you could,

“Do you ever wear yellow?”

“Nah. I don’t think it looks right on me. I prefer sticking to dark colors.”

Now long over Jungkook’s little stunt of undoing all your hard work on your hair, you watched as he drove you both through a part of town you were unfamiliar with. Eventually, he parked along the side of the street and turned the engine off. With a wide smile and mischievous glint in his dark doe eyes, he announced happily,

“We’re here.”

Deciding it’d do no good to ask questions, you simply rolled your eyes while unbuckling yourself and climbing out. Once he had locked the car, he motioned for you to follow him up to a small and quaint looking storefront. It appeared to be a beauty boutique of some kind. Oh boy. You knew where this was going. So much for all your efforts to look nice. You totally didn’t dress like a grandma.......Did you???

Walking in, you listened to the bells chime against the door and took a moment to soak the place in. Yep. It was definitely a beauty boutique. There were two salon stations to the right and a couple mani pedi stations to the left. The decor was very......unique. You could only imagine who the store owner was and what they looked like. You jumped a bit when your date called out casually,

“Taehyung-ah! Get out here!”

“You brat! How dare you address me without honor......Ohh.”

Oh dear lord.

The man standing before you was......different. You didn’t know how else to say it without sounding rude. His attire screamed Arabian Nights with how baggy they were. Granted he pulled the look off really well. Glasses were perched on his nose but you had the distinct feeling those were just for looks as well. His eyes were sharp as they took you in; feeling like he was staring into your very soul.

“Tae, I need your help.”

“Yes I can see that.”

“I’m taking her to Hope World so.....work your magic, will you?”

“Ooohhh. Hobi hyung’s dance club, huh? You got it. I’ll fix her right up.”

“Yah! Will you two stop talking about me like I’m not literally standing right here?!”

With the two of them chuckling, you pouted and watched the male named Taehyung reach out for you and gently took both of your hands in his. Lifting one up to place a gentle kiss to your knuckles, he said with a charming smile,

“Don’t worry, love. You’re in good hands now. Come. Follow me to the back.”

Before following him, you looked over your shoulder to see a very smug looking Jungkook as he winked before turning away to lounge in one of the salon chairs. Jerk.

While you watched Taehyung flip through racks and racks of clothing, occasionally pulling an article out to inspect it only to put it right back, you noticed that he definitely had a natural talent for stuff like this. You could understand why Jungkook brought you here. Speaking of, it was Taehyung’s question that brought you out of your little daydream.

“So how do you know Jungkookie?”

“Oh um----We bumped into each other at a cafe and he gave me his business card. I had him check out my laptop earlier today because it’s been acting funny.”

“Hmm. What a fortunate coincidence for you, eh?”

You pouted when you realized he had just called you out on your lame and pathetic attempt to spend time with the boy. Had you really been that obvious? What if Jungkook realized it too? What if he knew all along your laptop was fine but was just playing along to......Ugh. You felt like such a loser. Your self-esteem now successfully shot all to hell, you suddenly turned on your heel and started to make your way out.

“Hey whoa whoa whoa. Don’t be like that. I was just teasing. Get back here. I have a job to do.”

You wanted to fight back. To rip your wrist out of his hold. But upon looking into the male’s eyes, you could spot sincerity and so you stayed. Silence followed as you watched Taehyung pick out piece after piece and you wondered how he could tell your sizes. Perhaps he was just that good. As he finally picked out a leather jacket, he said casually,

“Okay I think we’re ready. Be a doll and take these and try them on. The dressing room is just on the other side of this curtain here.”

Nodding in understanding, you carried the somewhat heavy pile of clothing and stepped through the curtain. Dang. There was a full length mirror on all three walls. Taking a deep breath, you placed the pile on the bench in front of you and started to shed your own clothing. Not gonna lie, you were a little hurt because you had put so much effort into your ensemble. In the same token, you knew darn well these weren’t clubbing clothes. So you couldn’t be too upset. But still, your pride was wounded.

“How do I look?”

“Like you were made for my little Jungkookie. He better have tissues ready because his nose is gonna bleed all over my damn floors.”

That wasn’t exactly the response you were expecting. Heat crawled up your neck and burned your cheeks to the tips of your ears. In all honesty, you had stared at yourself in the mirrors for quite a good few minutes before stepping out. It was like......playing dress up. Or putting on a Halloween costume. You looked so different but you knew it was you staring back.

“Thanks, Taehyung ssi.”

“Pffft. Please. You don’t need to use honorifics. It’s the punk outside who needs to use them. Come on. Let’s blow his mind.”

Feeling a smile spreading on your face, you nodded and allowed his hand to rest on your lower back as he guided you down the hall and back out into the open room. Your boots made soft thuds as you finally stood at the end of the hallway where the lighting of the store could wash over you.

Jungkook could have sported a boner right then and there. Had he not known how good Taehyung was at his job.

“Shit.”

There you stood looking absolutely perfect. Black boots that came up just over your knees and tied up the back. Legs clothed with super thin black stockings. Cute charcoal gray mini skirt that ruffled and came to your mid thighs. Black halter top that hugged your cleavage in all the right places but still kept things conservative. But his favorite piece of the whole thing was that jacket. Black and leather with belt straps and studs in all the right places.

Dear god he was in Heaven. It was like you were his dark angel here to take him to a sinful kind of paradise. Yet the shy smile and blush brought him back to reality. You were still that adorably shy girl who worked way too much and didn’t play enough. Hopefully tonight he’d change all of that. It was then that you shyly turned to the other male and asked timidly,

“What do I owe you, Taehyung ssi?”

“Oh my god. Get her out of here before I keep her all to myself. And take some pointers from her while you’re at it. She has way more manners than you do.”

“Will do. Thanks, Taehyung-ah.”

“Why you little bast---”

You were stunned as everything happened so fast. One second you were standing there watching the two boys interact and the next you were being dragged out of the boutique listening to the muffled cursing of one Kim Taehyung. You watched Jungkook snicker while he unlocked the car and once again held the passenger door open for you.

“If I had to take a guess, I’d say you enjoy messing with him.”

“Oh absolutely. And I can get away with it because I’m the baby and he loves me.”

“The baby?”

You watched him climb into the driver’s seat and start the car up once more. While he buckled himself in, he grinned and nodded while saying casually,

“Yeah. In our group of friends, I’m the youngest so that makes me the baby. Actually, the club we’re going to is owned by one of them. Hobi is a nice guy. If we’re lucky, he’ll be there and you’ll get to meet him.”

Nodding, you watched him put the car into gear and you were once again on the road. Seeing as how you didn’t get out much, you hadn’t really heard of this Club Hope World. You could only pray that Jungkook was right in saying that it was clean and strict on the rules. You were a good person with morals and you didn’t want to associate with things like underage drinking.

“Oh, and I meant to tell you, I’ll be the DD for tonight so try whatever you want. Hobi has some really nice cocktails. I don’t know if you like that kind of stuff or not but just throwing that out there.”

“Gosh I can’t remember the last time I’ve had a cocktail.”

“Well then tonight’s the night. Have whatever your heart desires, cutie. I’ll make sure you get home safe.”

You looked over just in time to see Jungkook flashing a wink in your direction and you immediately turned your head to look out the window; blush burning your skin. Getting drunk definitely wasn’t on your list for tonight. It was hard to tell what you’d do or say when you’re sober around him, let alone drunk.

It seemed like in no time at all, he was parking the car once more and helping you out like a real gentleman. You noticed his eyes looking you up and down once more and couldn’t help but smile. It was a mixture of pride and bashfulness as you liked his staring but it was also making you shy. It had definitely been awhile since you were out on the dating scene. But then again.......was this a date?

When it came time to enter, you were shocked how Jungkook jumped ahead of everyone else while tugging you along with him. You could hear the scoffs and snide remarks from people as your broad shouldered companion pushed through the crowd towards the entrance. Your one hand immediately going to your purse for your ID, you watched in astonishment as Jungkook merely exchanged nods with one of the bouncers and was let through and you along with him.

“Pays to be besties with the owner. So what do you wanna do first? Want to dance or maybe try a drink?”

You looked around in awe. It was plain to see why the place was called Hope World. Unlike most clubs, this place was bright and full of color. Colors that made your heart happy and filled you with.....well.....hope. It was like walking into some kind of spin off of Candy Land. Perhaps this wasn’t such a bad idea after all. You were glad you decided to see this through.

“Um.....how about----”

“Hey! Jungkookie! Over here!”

You look over to your left and despite all the people, you could make out someone, actually two someones, waving their arms up in the air in an almost desperate and embarrassing attempt to get the male’s attention. Looking back at your.....date? You notice him smirking in amusement before turning to look down at you.

“Come on. Meet more of my friends.”

It was amazing how.....comfortable....you were with having Jungkook’s large and warm hand on your back. It felt almost natural, really. Walking through the crowds of people, you notice how the two boys kept flickering their gazes back and forth between Jungkook and yourself. There was something about their smiles that seemed......mischievous.

“Cutie, this is Jimin hyung and Hoseok hyung. Hoseok is the one I call Hobi.”

“Hello. It’s nice to meet you both.”

“Oh god, Kook. She’s adorable. Where’d you find her?”

Hoseok, who you remembered Jungkook mentioning being the owner of the club, walked up to you and you were shocked at how okay you were with him gently squishing your cheeks together. It was an act of endearment for sure but it still took you a bit by surprise. Seems like this guy was quite the comfortable and social butterfly who could easily approach people. Strangers and acquaintances alike.

“At a cafe. We bumped into each other. Just so happens she needed my services. So she’s paying me by being my date tonight.”

Did he have to be so bloody honest????

Thank goodness for the different colored lights that hung from above. At least they could help you hide your raging blush. Looking over at the male named Jimin, you noticed him smiling a warm and knowing smile. It was almost like he was staring at you in fondness. Smiling back rather timidly, you listened to him speak up.

“Our Jungkookie is quite talented with technology, isn’t he?”

You nodded bashfully and subconsciously leaned further into the male who apparently was indeed your date. So did that mean Jungkook considered this a date? Gah. You were probably thinking too much into it. That is.....till you felt his hand leave the small of your back only to wrap around your waist in a protective manner. It was then that Hobi dramatically placed a hand over his heart and looked away while practically shouting,

“Oh my lord! They’re too cute! My eyes are burning!”

While you were a blushing mess and only wanted to hide in Jungkook’s chest, said male and Jimin exchanged matching looks with eye rolls and everything. Chuckling, Jimin nodded his head backwards towards the colorful floors of the club and asked Jungkook casually,

“Wanna battle? It’s been awhile.”

Looking up at the youngest male, you watched a smirk spread across his face and dang that was hot. You felt you were going to overheat as arousal stirred in your lower tummy. And then he was looking down at you and out of reflex, you gulped; suddenly very thirsty......in more ways than one.

“Want to watch me wipe the floor with this hyung?”

“Pffft. Please. Better have an ambulance on standby because I’m gonna break this delinquent.”

You were actually giggling behind your hand but the sounds died in your throat when you felt Jungkook give your waist a small and gentle squeeze. Looking back up at him in curiosity, you noticed his eyes and his expression took on a slightly more serious shade.

“Stay with Hobi hyung, okay? Don’t wander off alone.”

Well that was odd. Blinking up at him in curiosity and now confusion, you nodded all the same and you watched him visibly relax. With him flashing you a brighter smile, he leaned in and surprised you with a kiss to your forehead. Dang. You were gonna pass out for sure if he kept this up. Seeing your flustered state, he simply winked and started to follow his hyung over to the dance floor where the dance battles were held.

Immediately the crowd was going crazy as they recognized what was about to happen. You felt an arm snake around your waist and instantly tensed up. Looking over to your right, you quickly relaxed when you realized it was just Hoseok. His smile calmed your heart and you just knew his intentions were pure. He stared at you as if he were staring at a younger sister.

“You’ll love this. These two keep me in business. If you know what I mean.”

Curiosity and confusion filled you once more as you turned from the smiling club owner, to the two males standing a few feet apart from each other. Why was your heart racing? Was this what an adrenaline rush felt like? That very same heart skipped a beat when you noticed Jungkook flashing you another wink; almost laughing when some of the girls in front of you thought it was for them and they freaking swooned.

And then the music started. It was like watching an angel and a devil, yin and yang. Jimin was dressed in some kind of graffiti styled, off white denim ensemble while Jungkook was dressed in his signature dark colors. His jacket made him sparkle like the rarest jewel. You had eyes only for him as you watched him take his turn; seeing as how Jimin had won the coin toss to go first.

His body was so.....fluid. The moves he made. If you had tried to pull any of those moves off, you would have broken every bone in your body. But not Jungkook. And not Jimin either. You had to admit, Jimin was pretty dang good. But your eyes kept flickering back to your date. Even when all he was doing was standing there and grinning like a fool at his friend and opponent.

Jimin’s moves were more exact and precise while still being fluid. You could tell he had went to school for dancing. It was so obvious from the way his body moved and his hands caressed his own physique. You noticed that he was using his smaller body build to his advantage. Sometimes it paid off to be small. You would know. While you may have been extremely biased, you could appreciate Jimin’s style of dance.

Meanwhile, Jungkook’s moves were more......strong? It was like he was fluid but his moves were rough around the edges. He was going at it harder than ever as it was his turn once again. It was a wonder neither one of the two didn’t pop a socket. You didn’t even know the human body could move like that without breaking something.

At one point in time, you heard Hoseok excusing himself to take a call. Granted you weren’t worried, but Jungkook’s words from earlier swirled in your head. He didn’t want you wandering off alone. But why? Maybe he just didn’t want to lose sight of you in the crowd? Hmm. Weird. Shrugging to yourself, you continued to watch but quickly became aware that you were in dire need of something to drink.

Taking a quick trip to the bar by yourself wouldn’t hurt. You’d be back before the dance battle was even over. Solidifying your decision, you made your way for the bar where all kinds of glass bottles were on display in the background. Hmm. Jungkook said you should try a cocktail. And he did say that he’d be your DD for the night. Smiling as you felt yourself slowly loosening up, you nodded at the bartender who you noticed sported cute dimples when he smiled back.

“What’ll it be, beautiful?”

Trying to ignore the flirty mannerisms of the bartender, you smiled up at the board instead. Gosh it had been so long since you had a drink. You wouldn’t even know what to pick. Quickly looking back down at the male, you smiled sheepishly and replied over the sound of the music,

“Something fruity. Surprise me.”

“One fruity surprise, coming up!”

It all happened so fast and you were completely unsuspecting; having been wrapped back up in watching the two boys still battling it out to see who would surrender first. You could see sweat pouring down both their faces as neither one refused to bow out. They both wanted to be the victor but someone was going to have to lose eventually.

“Here you go, babe. Enjoy!”

But you were still watching. No worries. The glass of fruity, alcoholic goodness would still be there. The bartender had moved on to another customer and you were still watching your date like a lovesick puppy. It was just the right amount of time for something to go wrong. Terribly wrong.

Deciding you had deprived your body of liquid long enough, you turned around and grabbed your glass before walking back to the crowd. Sipping the drink, you realized the guy behind the bar knew what he was doing. Wow! This tasted amazing!

When you returned to your spot in the thicket of bodies, you noticed Hoseok looking from panicked to relieved the second he saw you. Smiling apologetically, you allowed him to reel you in once more and from the way his arm was hung protectively around you, you weren’t going anywhere any time soon. No more wandering off for you tonight.

“I let you win.”

“Pffft!! You’re a terrible liar, Kookie. I won that fight fair and square. Didn’t I, cutie?”

As you continued to sip on your drink, you simply shrugged and smiled around the small straw. You could hear Jungkook hissing a yes in victory; saying something about his girl staying by his side no matter what. It made you giggle and you leaned happily against Hoseok. Wow. This drink was really really good. You could have three more glasses and be happy as a clam.

Eventually Jungkook took you off the boy’s hands and you were happily leaning against him; tipsy as you grind your body against his own. You really weren’t much of a dancer but the alcohol in this drink was now rushing through your veins and controlling you. Granted perhaps you were a lightweight, but Jungkook knew even just one drink couldn’t make someone this......intoxicated.

“How about we go sit down for a minute, hmm?”

“Nnnnooooooouuuuuuu. I don wanna!”

Gosh you were too cute. If he thought you were adorable sober, you were twice as much while drunk. Smiling at your pout, he gently shook his head and started to penguin waddle the two of you over to a table that was thankfully empty. The cute walk had you giggling with your head thrown back; nearly knocking him in the chin.

“Jungkookieeeee. I don’t feel good. I----”

And the last thing you remember was the drink slipping out of your hands and a pair of strong arms holding you up before you could fall. You were pretty sure it was Jungkook’s voice calling out your name but it was like your mouth was full of cotton as was your brain.

Then your whole world went black.

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forevrnotyours · 6 years ago

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Hi! I love your blog 😊 Can you do a yandere!bts reaction to their s/o being agoraphobic (they have a phobia of leaving the house)? Thanks!

Here it isss, I hope you like it, I tried my best

Mars

Jin

Jin was a little of a control freak, he wanted things his way and his way only, he wanted perfection most of the time, and you were, for him really you were the perfection of his life, it came a little like a surprise, he knew of your anxiety, he had been there for panic attacks, and when you told him about you being agoraphobic it all clicked in place.

In his eyes you just became more perfect, because you needed him, you needed his protection and love so you could feel safe and overall alright, so he only smiled at you and hugged you close; besides it was easier like that, to be able to control your every move in this world, you weren’t bound to want to go out, so he could lock you away, for safety reasons obviously, and he could keep you close and safe, untouched from the outside world trying to taint your perfect being.

“but my family always said that I needed to get out you know, like grow out of it” you said a little embarrassed eyes on the floor as if it held the secrets of the universe, he shook his head taking your face between his hands and making you look at him “well if they can’t love the way you are then they’re not worth it my sweet” he said looking at you in the eyes, a warm feeling settling inside you, comforting you.

He had always been so encouraging and accepting, you didn’t know what you did to deserve such a boyfriend who loved you despite everything, he kissed you, it was chaste and sweet and butterflies swarmed your insides making you smile, Seokjin couldn’t believe how naive you could be.

Yoongi

Yoongi wouldn’t really be bothered about it, he likes staying home, and even when the anxiety comes around and makes you feel bad about bounding him to your home and rarely go out, he would always reassure you it was okay. Min Yoongi was a man that had certain rules that he would always follow when it came to you, and he would never let yourself hurt yourself or talk I’ll of your own person, he could listen to you talking about annoying people and how angry they made you, hell, he would even be by your side if you wanted to get rid of them, well actually he’d do it for you so no harm could touch you, but that’s not the point; he would never ever let yourself drop into the abyss of self loath, no matter what.

“but don’t you wanna go out or something?” you said a little guiltily “hmm it would be nice yes” he said “but staying here with you would be better” he added pulling you to his arms “besides, it’s summer, you know what that means? “ he asked and you shook your head “well that means there’s sun out there” he said matter-of-factly “and nobody likes the sun so it’s okay to stay in here “ he said kissing your hair in an affectionate mode, making you snuggle up to him more.

He loved you so much, and it was better this way, you were his and his alone, and if you stayed home it was easier for him to care for you, to control you, so you don’t get hurt never. Unknown to you he started to lock the door of the apartment every time he left, taking your keys with him that way he knew where you were when he wasn’t around, and the times that you did realized it he would say it was an accident.

Hoseok

Hoseok liked to be outside, he like the sun and go out to practice and other dance events in the city, he loved it, but he loved you more, in a normal day you were reluctant to go out and normally, before you two were a couple he had trembled with jealousy when you invited friends over again and again, now that he finally has you in his arms reach to his heart content, he learned why you didn’t really go out unless totally necessary.

He was a little put off, he had to change some plans, sure you tried to tell him it was okay, that you weren’t so afraid to go out because now you had him, your loving boyfriend who would protect you from the dangers of the outside world, he was overjoyed by your words and your trust on him, but it still he made the effort to stay inside, he only wanted the best for you after all.

Besides it was also better like that, you were like a gift for him, the best gift ever and he could go back to you everyday, and you would depend on him more, he was assured that he meant as much to you as you meant for him, so he was happy like that.

Namjoon

Namjoon had charms, he wasn’t stupid, he was observant, he knew something was off from the first time he saw you, even when you didn’t even knew about his existence, he learned after several weeks of watching and marveling at you, that you weren’t fond of leaving the house, and even when you were outside he saw you avoid places where more than 4 people stood, you looked around, over your shoulder, a little paranoid, he noticed your fumbling hands and how uncomfortable you were around people in open spaces.

He researched it, he found a name for it, after dismissing other kinds of phobias, agoraphobia, that was the name of the thing that made you oh so vulnerable to the world, and he was gonna use it to his outmost advance.

You were out of your home that day, your friends and family had been insisting that you went out, “you will be alright, and maybe with time you could progress and even enjoy being outside” those were heir words and you didn’t believed them one bit, but you had promised to try, so you did.

It all went down the drain when suddenly you were swarmed by a conglomeration of people, you felt alarms going off in your head, your anxiety and panic going trough the roof in seconds, the air was barely making it to your lungs, causing a deep pain in your chest that made you gasp with each breath, your eyes watered and you found yourself unable to respond to the world around you.

Suddenly hands where on you pulling you, taking you away, you flinched and tried with all your might to push them away, crying out. It was when the deafening noise of the people stopped when the air became clearer, someone was guiding you, the hands weren’t touching you anymore.

Namjoon had seen you panic and he ran to you in an instant, he had learned about panic attacks and the best ways to help someone out of them, he became your hero that day, and you trusted him, and you paid hard for it

Jimin

Jimin always wanted the best for you, best things, best company (himself) best everything, so it made him a little conflicted when he found out that you were agoraphobic, it was so hard on you, and he didn’t want to push you to go to therapy or something like that, so he molded himself around you, he made sure you were comfortable, he made sure you felt safe.

He chased away your friends, they weren’t good enough for you, they didn’t deserve you, so he got rid of them, discretely, they fell out of your world that’s the only thing you needed to actually know, they tried to push you to do things you weren’t comfortable with, the last drop was when you had a panic attack when you were with them and he came to the rescue, that night he beat them to a pulp.

After that, came your family, their were a little more delicate than your friends, it’s a was a tricky deal, and he had to get his hands dirty sometimes, but it paid off at the end of the day, because he had you, not a pet of you, nor a moment of you, he had you all and completely for himself and himself alone.

He had you in his hands, he could hold you tight and close and even when he wasn’t as close as he would like, he knew you always where there, back home waiting for him and he knew you couldn’t be complete, you couldn’t be happy, without him by your side keeping you safe and sound in his arms. You were his and he was absolutely yours.

Even when he had to clean up some blood on the way.

Taehyung

He found out when you didn’t even knew who he was, it was weird and unpredictable, but it was the truth and it made him cry for you at night, because you couldn’t enjoy the things other people could actually have.

So after months of stalking, and months of planning, finally he had you in his arms, and you were happy to be there, of course, he would never ever make you do anything you didn’t want to do, and he would kill anyone who tried to make you something you were not, because you weren’t normal, you were especial.

You were an angel, just for him to watch, just for him to touch, and he was set on making heaven on earth for you, he brought the outside world to your home, obviously he got rid of everything that was dangerous and then he set it up all for you, because he lived for your smile, and you deserved to be happy, even with your limitations.

Every time something hurt you he figured some way to make you forget about it, to make you feel better and be better, you were his sunshine, his light, and stars and color he would die without you, so he made sure to never lose you.

Jungkook

Jungkookie was possessive, he loved to win, to have control, to know what happens a around him and have a say in it, your predicament, yes it was horrible he shouldn’t be thinking about it in a positive way because it made you feel bad, it gave you insecurities and problems; so yes it was bad the feeling he had inside his chest when he found out you were agoraphobic.

He tried to control himself, he really did, but you were so so vulnerable and so trusting of him, because even if it was cliché, even if it was putting himself and yourself inside a horrible stereotype, he was that strong man that could and would take care of you, the one that you could devote your life to, the one that got to stay forever with you.

So he set everything up, he held you close and with an iron fist covered by love, he kissed you and owned you in every way possible, and he made sure, you couldn’t function without him, he made sure that he was the only person in this planet that you could trust and feel safe with, he had you, and he wasn’t about to let you go.

Other people were a nuisance, other people made you uncomfortable and nervous, other people made you panic and cry, he made sure to make them pay, every single one of them, and the power he had over you, it was necessary, he told himself, you needed him, so it was okay because you were the safest with him, and he needed you back just the same.

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kpopfanfictrash · 7 years ago

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GOT7 Introduction Post

ALRIGHT. You requested, I have written! In honor of the upcoming THOT7 comeback - may our souls be stolen and wallets be emptied.

Member by Member introduction, from oldest to youngest.

Mark Tuan, stage name: Mark. ‘93 line, rapper. Also in charge of acrobatics / fly boy stunts. From LA, USA. Quiet, very intelligent. ISTJ personality. The only one who can pull the hyung card on Jaebum and BOY, WHEN HE DOES. Sometimes pegged as the ‘bad boy’ but lol. Mark’s laugh cures evil and creates butterflies. Deep ass rap, will make you shake in your boots. I know you want me, so stop fronting.

Im Jaebum, stage name: JB. ‘94 line, vocal and leader. Korean. Also writes / releases music under Def (used to be Def Soul, soundcloud here). A tsundere hoe, to quote myself. INFJ personality. Very intelligent, typically takes a more subdued role in the group but DAMN, MEMEBUM. Don’t let the rude exterior fool you, Jaebum is a straight up meme. There are hours of footage on Youtube to prove it. Owns like, a billion cats and they all sleep in his room. OG cat is Nora.

Jackson Wang, stage name: Jackson. (Chinese name, Wang Jia Er). From Hong Kong, China. ‘94 line, rapper. ENFJ personality. Was a nationally ranked / world class fencer until he was 17. Convinced his parents to let him audition for JYP, moved to Korea and followed his dreams of music. Speaks English, Korean, Mandarin, Cantonese and Shanghainese. Jackson is pure sunshine in addition to being the most extra variety star in existence. Will do a forward flip every chance he can. Is a gigantic mama’s boy. Would never hurt a fly.

Park Jinyoung, stage name: Jinyoung (IF YOU CALL HIM JR OR JUNIOR, HE WILL FITE U). ‘94 line, vocal and dancer. ISFJ personality. Korean. Before debuting as part of GOT7, debuted in a duo with Jaebum called JJ Project. Tied with Jaebum for first place at 2009 JYP auditions. Has melodious, beautiful falsetto. Is an actor, appeared in multiple web dramas and was the young main for Legend of the Blue Sea, in addition to the lead in the independent film, Nunbal. Writes fucking bops. Is basically good at everything, the boy to bring home to your parents. Also the man who may take over the world. Idk. I’m not biased.

Choi Youngjae, stage name: Youngjae. ‘96 line, main vocal. ISFJ personality. Korean. Only trained for 7 months before debut, POWERHOUSE vocal. Composes under the name of Ars. Often compared to an otter bc SMILEY and ADORABLE and just actual sunshine. Anyone who hurts Youngjae answers to Jaebum. Hates cucumbers. Co-owns a puppy named Coco with Mark. Constantly damaging Jackson’s hearing with his yelling.

Bambam, stage name: Bambam. ‘97 line, rapper. ESTJ personality. From Thailand, trained with JYP for three and a half years. Legal Thai name is Kunpimook Bhuwakul but is rarely used except in legal circumstances. Bambam is his name lol. ANYWAYS. Bambam has rapidly switched from adorable maknae line to fly-ass fashion mogul. Loves memes, all things pop culture and fashion. Speaks Thai, Korean and English. Loves to interact with fans, especially through Twitter. Constantly calling fans girlfriends at fanmeets, WILL DAB WHENEVER HE WANTS TO DAB.

Kim Yugyeom, stage name: Yugyeom. ‘97 line, singer and main dancer. INFP personality. Korean. Maknae. Main dancer in GOT7, performed twice on Hit the Stage and won first place the second time. Like Bambam, has transformed from adorable maknae to champion of sexy dance. Yugyeom is coming for us all. Is quiet and sweet but also loves to troll hyung line. Specifically Jinyoung and Jaebum. Is the biggest JJ Project fan in the world. One day, Jinyoung might actually kill him.

MORE UNDER THE CUT.

So. Eras.

Their debut single was 2014 with Girls, Girls, Girls. As you can tell, the styling is excellent. Jackson’s small piece of hair popping out of his hat is a personal fave. Thus introduced the boys to the scene though (BONUS POINTS if you spot all the future Twice members LOL)

Next GOT7 released A, which is one of my personal favorites. Yes, that is Sana. LOL ALSO THE DANCE PRACTICES FOR A ARE ADORABLE. This has been a PSA.

GOT7′s first full album, Identify was released at the end of the year with a lead single Stop, Stop It. Otherwise known as those minions outfits. This song will get stuck in your head. THIS ALBUM IS A BOP, THO. Girl Magnetic and Moonlight are two personal favorites.

The next summer GOT7 came back with Just Right. Actually, this is GOT7′s most watched MV on YouTube. It was also featured in the Try Guys (Buzzfeed) watch Kpop video. Famous quotes to know about JB: “While this guy doesn’t look like my wife, he makes me feel the way that my wife makes me feel.” Truth, Ned.

That fall, GOT7 came back with If You Do, a darker concept. Just... watch every single live stage of this. You won’t regret it. Here’s a favorite, though. In December of that year, the released yet ANOTHER EP, which included the holiday single - Confession Song. EVERYDAY from this album is amazing, thank you JB.

In March of 2016, GOT7 came back with the Flight Log Trilogy (Departure, Turbulence and Arrival). The first album, Departure was released in March. The lead single was Fly, and it was bomb af. That’s just fact. The dance practice for this was also freaking adorable. Fave tracks from this album of mine are Can’t by PARK JINYOUNG. Also Rewind.

That fall, GOT7 came back with Turbulence. The lead single for this was Hard Carry, a heavier beat than previous GOT7 songs. Crazy dance, prompted much concern by fans that Jinyoung died in the MV. Favorite songs of mine here are Prove it, Mayday, No Jam and Who’s That.

The next spring, 2017 GOT7 completed their Flight Log Trilogy with Flight Log: Arrival. The lead single for this was Never Ever. Favorite songs are Paradise, Q.

THEN JJ PROJECT CAME BACK. SUMMER 2017, FIVE YEARS AFTER THEIR FIRST EP. Jinyoung and Jaebum teamed up yet again to put out a beautiful album called Verse 2. If you haven’t listened yet, save yourself. Go listen now. The title track was Tomorrow Today, and it was amazing. Truly.

Now GOT7 are coming back once more - GET READY FOR FOR 7FOR7

FAVORITE FANCAMS / PERFORMANCES

My personal fave is this Jinyoung fancam of Can’t. Bless yourself.

Jaebum is also a favorite performer lol bc when JB dances, he dances for JB. This performance of Who’s Your Mama? is excellent, as is this mix. So is this performance of Honey.

The cover of SHINHWA’s This Love is truly amazing. (JB was hurt at this time and couldn’t perform.)

Never forget baby GOT7 performing I Was Made for Dancing for an audience of middle aged women. LOOK HOW HAPPY THEY ARE.

Also the time they collaborated with BTS at the MAMAs.

All the performances of Q (side single to Never Ever) are adorable.

GAH, okay. That should start you off.

Variety. Holy shit. Okay, so GOT7 are kings of variety. Honestly, it’s why I adore them so much. Watch their YouTube shows, it’s GOT7 Canon.

Real GOT7 season 1 / Real GOT7 season 2 / Real GOT7 season 3 / Real GOT7 season 4

GOT7 Hard Carry, from the fall of 2016 is also excellent.

GOT7 has a truly awe-inspiring mini-drama series called Dream Knight, available on Netflix. I highly suggest you start with this. And then stare at your screen for several days in confusion.

JB and Jinyoung have a reality series from their days as JJ Project called JJP Diaries, here.

ALL OF THE WEEKLY IDOL EPISODES ARE HILARIOUS AF. First appearance - 2014. Second appearance - 2015. Third appearance (multi-group) - 2016. Fourth appearance - 2016. Fifth appearance - 2017. Er, it’s entirely possible I left some off. Oh, well. You’ll find them. LOL

Also watch all of their ASC episodes. It’s pure chaos.

OKAY. THAT’S ENOUGH FOR NOW *falls down on the floor*

... here is a compilation of jinyoung being savage. here is jaebum being a meme for the duration of an entire interview in japan. here is bambam, king of girl group dances.

OKAY, NOW I AM REALLY DONE.

#GOT7 #got7 introduction #got7 info #jaebum #jinyoung #jackson wang #mark tuan #youngjae #yugyeom #bambam

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shybunnystudios · 7 years ago

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secret santa | h.h. bh6

Well, guess who’s recycling old fanfiction because didn’t have time to write new ones again? Yeah... me. I hope you guys like it anyway, I wanted to write a BTS one but I was really out of time *sigh* Merry Christmas, anyway! Enjoy!

~ gif is not mine ~

Hiro Hamada X You | fluff | word count: +1.7k

The doorbell rang at the Hamada's place, aunt Cass yelled for someone to open the door for her. Tadashi answered the door a few seconds later.

"Hey (Y/N)! We all were just waiting for you."

"Hehe sorry for being late by the way."

"Don't worry about it, come on in."

You were wearing a red ugly Christmas sweater that had little green Christmas trees all over it and also a white shirt collar, dark brown leggings and some furry boots. You hung your white coat on the wall beside the door and followed Tadashi upstairs to the living room, a golden wrapped gift in your hands.

"(Y/N)! You're finally here!" You laughed and hugged aunt Cass back, you already could smell the great food she was cooking at the kitchen. "Make yourself at home. You can put your present under the tree along with the others."

This year you and the gang decided to make a different holiday. Instead of everyone buying little gifts for everyone you all decided to do a secret santa, so you guys could spend a little more money with a good present for only one friend. Even aunt Cass liked the idea and joined you, but Fred was definitely the most excited person in the group.

"Hey guys!" You said as you approached the couches where the gang was chilling and they greeted you back as you placed your gift on the ground.

You talked for a while with the holiday album of Idina Menzel playing low and softly in the radio. Suddenly you notice that Hiro hasn't talked, you glanced at him just to find him staring nervously at you but he quickly looked away even more nervous now.

He is your best friend, and you didn't know why he's been acting strange since you and the gang got the names of your secret santa's. It's true that lately you have been feeling weird around him because of how the puberty hits on him, and goddamnit, the bastard knew how to work on that boy! It's been two weeks that you can't sleep without thinking about him, but you never thought about his side of the situation.

"Dinner's ready!" Aunt Cass called all of you for the typical Christmas dinner. It was delicious, probably the best Christmas food you ever ate in your life but you couldn't expect less from aunt Cass’ amazing skills.

After feeding yourselves so much that you had to practically roll your bodies back to the living room, Honey Lemon was the one who suggested that the secret santas should be revealed now. You glanced at Hiro once again. He's looking at the floor with his head on his hand and frantically shaking his left leg up and down, patting his heel on the floor. He does that every time he's desperate, you knew it because he's you're one who does that and he ended up getting that habit of yours for himself.

"Okay. My secret santa..." Honey said once she got a yellow box. "Is... here in this room!" She said not innocently at all and everyone groaned or looked at her with a 'really?' face.

"Hahah okay sorry! My secret santa is a guy." The rest gestured for her to continue. "And if it wasn't for his weird obsession we'd all be with dirty hands from the food we just had now."

Then Fred screamed.

"AH! C'MON! IS IT ALL YOU GOT? OBVIOUSLY IT'S WASABI!" Honey nodded then giggled as Wasabi got up for a hug and to aunt Cass to take a picture. The gift was a professional suitcase for his tools he loves so much, Honey really knew how to impress people when it's about gifts.

Wasabi got a round black wrapped gift and cleaned his throat.

"My secret santa... is a girl, and I kind of got scared at first when I got her, but then I thought about this amazing gift," he lifted the present up. "And I calmed down... uh... well, I'm not into much mystery so I hope you like it Gogo." He handed the gift for her, she was shocked at first but then after the hug and the picture when she opened the gift.

"Wow! Wasabi, it's amazing!" She was smiling for real this time, rare thing to happen. "It's a typical 'Wasabi' kind of gift but I love it." Gogo raised the present and everyone echoed her 'wow!'. It was a black bike helmet with purple flames decals and a silver ‘G’ on each side of it.

"Safety comes first, my friend." Wasabi said proudly and Gogo hugged him again, such a Christmas-ish moment.

Gogo got a silver pack on her hands and said.

"Okay, my secret santa is a boy and... screw that I really wanna see him here at once! It's Hiro." Hiro froze as he heard that, he forced a smile at the picture and looked like a statue when he hugged her. Gogo gave him a mini kit of tools and a giant Gummy Bear plush.

Honey Lemon rapidly picked her phone and started recording as Hiro picked up a metallic black box, you were more confused than a blind person in the middle of a battlefield.

"Damn it! I thought my nervousness would fade by now but it didn't." He chuckled. "My secret santa is someone that means a lot to me and I hope that I mean a lot to this person too. I made the mistake to tell Honey who it is and now I'm here trying not to look like a fool." He scratched the back of his neck, you loved when he did that and you smiled involuntarily. "Honey said this was the perfect opportunity so... (Y/N), come here."

What? You looked around with a questioned look, got up and stand up beside Hiro. He gave you the gift.

"You're my secret santa." He revealed his adorkable tooth gap you loved too. Wow... There's a lot of things you love about him, right?

"Open it!" He encouraged you, you noticed Honey were still recording. You unwrapped the paper slowly to make a bit of mystery but Gogo couldn't stand that.

"C'mon!" You giggled and noticed Hiro blushing as you did so, when you finished unwrapping you gasped and looked back up at Hiro with a hand in your mouth. Right there in front of you were nothing more and nothing less than (*insert fandom thing you really want here*)

"Hiro!" you screamed, he laughed still blushing. "Keep going! There's more!" You took of the gorgeous thing out of the box.

"Wow! Can I see that (Y/N)?!" Fred asked excitedly.

"Sure," you stopped on your tracks. "Just don't ruin it please." Fred nodded as you handed it to him, you then turned back to the blushing black haired boy and blushed a little too.

You took off a lot of crumpled paper out to find a little dark blue velvet box at the bottom, you took it in your hands and it had the perfect same size of your hand. You looked at Hiro, he gently took the velvet box from your hands and placed the bigger gift box on the ground.

"Okay. There's two options right now: you literally gonna love me or you literally gonna hate me." You gave him a confused look. "You ready?"

"Well... I don't know!" Everyone chuckled.

"Just open the goddamn box already!" Tadashi screamed and aunt Cass laughed.

You turned to Hiro, he took a deep breath and opened the box with his eyes closed. You gasped at what you saw. It was a necklace, with your favorite picture of you and Hiro on it and in the back of the pendant was written ‘I love you - H’. Hiro slowly opened his eyes and pulled a little board out of nowhere.

“Do you wanna be my girlfriend?"

Your hand went back to your mouth, so Hiro has been feeling the same for you all along? You felt your eyes get wet as he showed his tooth gap once again.

"Oh my gosh!" You finally spoke after what felt like an eternity for Hiro. "YES!" You threw yourself at Hiro's neck and the gang cheered as crazy.

"I've been wanting to do this for so long." He whispered in your ear as he hugged you back by the waist, you laughed.

"And I've been waiting for you to do this for such as long." You two broke the hug and Hiro helped you to put the necklace on.

He gave you a kiss on the cheek before heading back to his seat. You didn't pay much attention to the rest of the secret santa right now, you closed the circle giving Honey Lemon a cute summer scarf.

Then Fred gave aunt Cass a French imported tea cup kit. Aunt Cass gave Tadashi a new computer for his works, now he didn't need to share that one with Hiro anymore.And Tadashi gave Fred a collection of action figures of ‘The Avengers’.

Then you all took a lot of pictures and videos and also did a lot of ‘musical.ly’s with each other, you all had so much fun.

After a good round of hot chocolate you stood beside Hiro looking outside the window.

"So... You're my girlfriend now." He couldn't stop smiling while looking at the snow covered street.

"Yeah... And you're my boyfriend." You weren't different. "What would our little selves think about this?" You laughed.

"They'd probably puke!" He joined your laugh then looked deeply in your eyes. "I really meant that (Y/N)."

"Meant what?"

"What's in the necklace." You smiled breathing a laugh.

"But I wanna hear it from you, knucklehead."

"I thought you didn't like too much cheesy."

"And I don't. The things you do to me, Hamada." You got closer to him and he whispered just for you to hear.

"I love you, (Y/N)." All you could hear was both of your hearts beating in sync.

"I love you too, Hiro." You whispered back.

"Hey, lovebirds!" You both looked at the gang at the sound of Fred's voice.

"Look up!" Wasabi screamed this time.

"Mistletoe." You and Hiro said at the same time as you did what Wasabi told you to.

It was like slow motion. You looking at Hiro's brown eyes, he looking at your (*eye color*) ones as they started closing together with the distance between your lips.

Best. Christmas. Ever.

Masterlist

#big hero 6 #big hero 6 fanfiction #big hero 6 imagine #big hero 6 one shot #bh6 #bh6 fanfic #bh6 imagine #bh6 one shot #Hiro Hamada #hiro hamada fanfiction #hiro hamada fanfic #hiro hamada imagine #hiro hamada one shot #christmas special #bh6 christmas fanfic #xmas #christmas #merry xmas #merry christmas

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mini-min-yoongi · 7 years ago

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October AO3 Yoonmin readings:

1) Just like a tattoo (i’ll always have you)

Yoongi eyes him curiously, a small smirk playing on his lips as he observes Jimin’s movements. “First time?”

“Y-yes, I’m a virgin!” Jimin squeaks out, eyes wide and cheeks flushed, embarrassed at his own words.

Some sexual innuendos, Yoongi covered in tattoos and a very shy Jimin. Perfect combination.

2) Kickstart Series (Gang AU) (*)

This entire series is a masterpiece, I loved the story and all the characters. I recommend reading every single one even if Yoonmin is not the main focus in some of them.

2.1. Experto Crede (*)

“I-I don’t understand…” Jimin said, eyes watering as he focused on Yoongi. “I thought…you were going to kill me…in the bathroom.”

“Yeah, well so did I,” Yoongi said wryly, and Jimin flinched, trying to make himself impossibly smaller.

AKA It is a truth universally acknowledged, that Min Yoongi in possession of a heart will be in want of sleep.

I’m not lying when I say that i REALLY liked this one. If I’m not mistaken, this was my first time reading a gang yoonmin au and it was awesome. Dark and protective Yoongi taking care of a scarred Jimin. Keep in mind that this story deals with abuse and torture so please don’t read it unless you are comfortable with those themes. The only “bad” thing about this fic is that it’s only three chapters long (I needed more when I finished it SO BAD). Luckily, the author did a sequel which is the next one ->

2.2. Attero (*)

“Beautiful,” the man repeated under his breath, and Jimin felt a cold shiver travel from the bottom of his back to the nape of his neck. The way he said it wasn’t a compliment, or an observation, it was…it was like something Dongwon would have said, smiling as he held Jimin’s head underwater or ripped out chunks of his hair. It touched something that Jimin thought he’d buried a long time ago.

“H-have a n-nice day,” Jimin said softly, curling his fingers into his uniform apron. Sometimes it was best to pretend.

“Get lost,” Jungkook jerked his chin towards the door. “And don’t come back!” he called after the man, who glanced over his shoulder one last time before leaving the café.

*Follows Experto Crede

I loved seeing Jungkook and his foul mouth working as a barista and trying to protect Jimin with all his might. Also, Yoongi trying to be extremely careful with Jimin, worried about having scared him or disappointing him because of his actions. In general, Yoongi being so soft towards Jimin and wanting to protect him is such a contrast to his profession as a hitman (I MEAN HE CALLS HIM JIMINNIE). It’s a great sequel to Experto Crede and it shows us more of what Jimin had to go through during all those years so please be careful because it contains descriptions of torture and it can be triggering for some people.

2.3. Solus (Jungkook centric) (*)

“Yoongi changed you,” Jin said softly. “But Jimin is changing Yoongi.”

Jungkook frowned, teeth grinding together. “But…but I…” he said, looking at Jin hopelessly. “I don’t want him to change…”

*Companion piece to Experto Crede, but can be read independently.

MY BABY JUNGKOOKIE. I didn’t know I needed this but I really did. I appreciate so much this one because I came to understand better Jungkook’s actions in the first part. He really went through a lot and he just wants to be cherished and loved by the people who helped him and who he also loves. Also, I loved seeing Yoongi’s change in behaviour when he’s with Jimin through the eyes of another person. But the most important thing is how Yoongi cares so much about Jungkook but he’s not able to show him because he feels guilty. The hug broke my heart.

2.4. Cor Aut Mors (Namjoon & Seokjin)

The day Kim Namjoon said no to Kim Seokjin would be the day the earth stopped turning on its axis.

*Companion piece to Experto Crede, but can be read independently.

2.5. Caritas (Hoseok & Taehyung)

“Hoseok,” the boy answered distractedly, looking around the small space, the single bed. “Tae’s room? Are you Tae?”

“Mostly,” Tae shrugged. “Except when they give me medicine, and then I feel much less like him than I’m supposed to.”

“I feel that,” the boy nodded, reaching his arms over his head to stretch, a few joints popping along the way. “Remind me to never try and kill myself again,” he muttered. “One stupid time and they stick you in an asylum for half a year. But hell, I guess it worked. I don’t wanna’ die anymore, I wanna’ kill my family for sticking me in here.”

*Companion piece to Experto Crede, but can be read independently.

3) Give me a sign

Yoongi thinks the universe is a dick for a lot of reasons. Reason #1: It gave a deaf person a soul-mark that revolves around speech. Reason #2: Once he decided to hate his soulmate no matter what they were like, the universe gave him a really attractive soulmate. Reason #3: Said soulmate is overly kind, no matter how much of a dick Yoongi is. Reason #4: Yoongi is definitely fucked.

Soulmates au, deaf and stubborn Yoongi and some bullying. It was a good read.

4) Burn It Up (contains smut) (*)

“Hey,” Yoongi says. “It’s okay, what’s up?”

“I — ” Jimin stutters. “They — I dunno, hyung, I don’t — I think they might have fucked up my dosage or — I don’t — ” His voice cracks and he swallows, a little involuntary noise spilling out of his mouth as he tries to catch his breath.

Yoongi’s eyes widen in realization, something cold and numb slithering around his heart and squeezing so tight he feels like he’s suffocating.

“I think I’m in — ”

Alpha Yoongi and omega Jimin. They are both in BTS. I liked it a lot because the author mixed smut with angst and Yoongi tells us about his past and I really liked reading about his inner turmoil.

5) Where the heart is (contains smut) (*)

She hadn’t been ready to be a mother and Yoongi hadn’t been ready to be a father, but where she had turned tail and run, Yoongi had vowed never to do the same.

Single parent yoongi and babysitter jimin. I’ve been wanting to read this for a very long time and it didn’t disappoint. This story was extremely cute and the smut was GREAT even though what i enjoyed the most was reading about their struggles before they could have sex (living with a little kid is not the ideal scenario for sexy time) and the epilogue

6) Sweeter than sweet (contains smut) (*)

Cupcake shop owner park jimin always worries & waits for his husband, special agent, min yoongi to come back home but one night he doesn’t.

I knew I was going love this the moment I saw the description. I really like seeing bangtan in the role of secret agents and gang aus and if you add a baker Jimin the combination can only be as sweet as this one.

7) Crybaby (work in progress) (*)

Min Yoongi and Park Jimin navigate the troubles of childhood, adolescence and young adulthood together; and all of the ups, downs and trauma that life brings.

“What’s the Park clan’s number one motto huh, Yoongi?”

“…Love yourself.”

GO READ THIS ONE RIGHT NOW. In this story, kid Yoongi has selective mutism and suffers from anxiety. I want to protect little Yoongi with all I have. It’s a work in progress but it’s going to depict Yoongi and Jimin’s lives as they grow up. I don’t like reading stories that are not complete but i’ve been wanting to read it since august and i finally gave in. It’s so well-written, I love Yoongi, Jimin and Jimin’s parents. I just loved all of it and I find Yoongi’s condition so heartbreaking and interesting and in a way relatable. I’ve been dealing with social anxiety for a very long time and even though it has never been to such an extent it still hits close to home and my heart breaks for little yoongs. Can’t wait to see how this story develops, (Seriously, I’m so obsessed with this story that I even made a moodboard because I’ve got no chill).

8) Bullet Boy (work in progress) (*)

If you want to make it big, you’ve got to start off small. This is something that Jimin acknowledges, for he just carries on singing features for underground rappers in the hopes of breaking into the mainstream scene even when the lyrics mean nothing to him.

If you want to make it in the scene, you’ve got to fake it in the scene. This is something that Yoongi understands intimately. But he’s never been one to be a poser, and there’s only far stuntin’ can get you before you burn out like the end of a cigarette.

Yoongi finally wants to move on from his bad past and take the gamble so that he can drop his first mixtape as ‘D-boy’, and he can’t think of anyone more perfect to feature on it than rising talent: Park Jimin.

Jimin really wants to break free from nights spent singing at hip hop clubs for a pittance and finally have his name on an official track in the music charts, but he’s going to need some help navigating the brutal world of music contracts and the paparazzi; and being involved in a scandal the likes of which the industry has never seen before.

GO READ THIS ONE RIGHT NOW TOO. This is another story I didn’t want to start until it was finished but OH WELL. It’s so good, like so freaking good. Her characters are all complex and I love it when fics deal with serious issues such as homophobia. This story is also set in South Korea and the author is working hard to get all the details right and I find that so commendable because it’s not easy at all. I really like how Yoongi ad Jimin kinda fall into the relationship slowly and naturally. I know there’s going to be so much more angst as the story progresses and it’s going to break my heart but the author said that it’ll have a happy ending so I’d recommend everyone to give it a try. It’s seriously good.

9) Pretty Little Baby Boy (contains smut) (*)

Jimin glanced through the open gap in the bag to see starched white cotton and a flash of bright red tartan, and that was when he realised what he was looking at.

Yoongi had brought a schoolgirl uniform to the love motel with him, which he was quite clearly going to wear just for him.

I read it this summer but I totally forgot about it because I didn’t write it down so that’s why I’m including it now (also i just reread it because it’s so good so here you go). Soft smut is always a blessing. Yoongi and Jimin explore crossdressing in this fic and you can find insecure Yoongi and reassuring boyfriend Jimin who is eager to see this side of his lover. Everything about this was so freaking cute. ALSO, Jimin taking pictures of Yoongi crossdressing was SO GOOD.

Special mention of the month:

~Creating a Home Series by (*)

Namjoon/Seokjin + the rest of BTS as their foster/adopted kids

(She’s got a Tumblr account @thecheekybrunette so give her lots of love for such an amazing story) (Thank you so much for making me feel so many things and giving me five kids that I’ve come to love as if they were my own)

1.1. Welcome Home (*)

Seokjin is used to getting calls from social workers at all hours of the day, but never this late at night.

(In which Hoseok loses a mom and gains two dads and four brothers.)

This has to be my favourite namjin story I’ve read until now. I loved their characters and how they are not only a great couple but also the best team. They both care so much for each other and their children. All the children in this story have a special place in my heart: shy Hoseok, anxious Yoongi, loving but sometimes not gentle Jimin, epileptic and dramatic Taehyung and the cutest baby ever (I want to hug him and pinch his cheeks in every scene) Jungkook. This fic shows the hardships of taking care of children that aren’t yours and have many problems but also how that makes you love, care and worry about them even more. I loved this one too much.

1.2. Big Kids, Young Adults (work in progress)

“Jungkook had been so sweet growing up. He had the cutest little bunny smile, and he used to like snuggling something as he walked around, like his Elmo plushie or his teddy bear. He had been so cute.

And now he was so grumpy.”

(In which Jungkook forgets his place at home, and the rest of his family does their best to support him and each other.)

Sequel to Welcome Home. The kids have grown up and are teenagers now. It depicts the struggles that normal teenagers go through, but they have extra luggage that they are carrying from their childhood traumas and illnesses. I love how much Namjoon and Seokjin try to communicate with them and try their hardest with all of them even when sometimes they make mistakes. They are such loving parents and my heart broke so many times when reading especially with Taehyung, Yoongi and Jungkook. A scene that I won’t forget is when Jungkook lashes out at Seokjin in the car on their way to the psychologist, I seriously teared up because it was too real. Can’t wait to read the following chapters.

1.3. I Have You

There wasn’t an untouched piece of skin left on Jimin that Jin could see. There was blood matted in his hair and bruises webbing across his face. Maybe he was better off under his clothes, but something about Jimin’s bitten hands told him otherwise. His chest constricted.

“Up,” Jimin repeated, his soft forehead wrinkling in confusion.

Seokjin shook himself out of it. “Yeah, honey, come here,” he said, his throat closing up. The words were barely a squeak.

Jimin’s first night at Seokjin and Namjoon’s house.

1.4. Something to Do and Someone to Love

“Watching Seokjin take such good care of their son always made Namjoon feel like the luckiest man alive. He had such great kids and such a great husband.

One thing was for certain: Seokjin had made him promise to not let the kids spend more than ten dollars each on him, but he deserved way more than that. Namjoon was going to have to raise the budget just a little bit.”

In which, Seokjin wants his kids to have a perfect Christmas, Namjoon wants Seokjin to have a perfect Christmas, and this one is more about the dads.

The family celebrating Christmas. For some of them it’s their first Christmas and it’s the sweetest. Jungkookie in this one made me want to hug him so much, my heart melted.

1.5. Puffy Eyes and a Pink Nose

Seokjin came into the living room, wrapping his robe a little tighter against his body. “Look who’s asleep,” Seokjin said. His voice was soft in the wee hours of the morning.

“And look who’s not,” Namjoon replied as Seokjin joined him on the couch, curling into his side. “Why don’t you go back to bed, babe?”

“Nah. Wouldn’t want to miss out on all the fun.“

(In which Jungkook wreaks havoc during his first few days at Seokjin and Namjoon’s house, but it’s not his fault at all.)

Jungkook suffering from Neonatal Abstinence Syndrom and Seokjin and Namjoon doing their best even when it is too much to handle, especially when they have to watch their baby suffering and being unable to do something about it.

1.6. Lucky to Have Someone Like You

“Hey,” Namjoon said, pressing a kiss to Taehyung’s cheek. His nose flattened against Taehyung’s temple. “No crying. You’re okay. We’re going to eat dinner.”

(In which Seokjin, Jimin, and Namjoon all take care of Taehyung post-seizure.)

I have developed such an attachment to epileptic!Taehyung you don’t even understand.

1.7. Sunscreen and Sunshine

“Splish splash,” Jungkook said, smushed up against the edge of his playpen. Seokjin detangled himself from Jimin and Taehyung and freed Jungkook from the fence encircling him. The sand engulfed his tiny feet when Seokjin put him down.

“Do you wanna come walking with us, Jungkookie?” Seokjin asked.

“Splish splash with Chim Chim,” Jungkook said seriously, his cheeks flushed from the hot sun. Seokjin held his hand.

“Okay, let’s go splish splash,” he agreed, looking to see if Namjoon was ready to go. He had Taehyung clinging to his back and Hoseok’s hand in his.

“Ready?” Namjoon asked.

Seokjin squeezed Jungkook’s hand. “Ready.”

(In which Namjoon and Seokjin take the boys to the beach.)

Namjoon and Seokjin go to the beach with their five little kids which means laughter, tears, fears, excitement and every emotion you can think of. This was too cute, especially Jungkook’s obsession with crabs.

1.8. Vulnerable

“Jin?” Namjoon piped up, his voice small in the silence that had washed over them. Seokjin grunted in acknowledgement. “Do you ever… Do you ever…” Namjoon played with the hem of his sheets. “Do you ever think about what it’ll be like to bury Taehyung?”

Seokjin’s book fell closed.

(In which Namjoon is terrified for his newest foster son, and rightfully so.)

Namjoon’s special connection with Taehyung and his inability to stop worrying about him. It broke my heart when he talks about his fears to Seokjin.

* my favourite stories

#yoonmin #yoonmin fic rec #ao3 #namjin #vhope #ym #mr

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kpurereactions · 7 years ago

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When Stars Align | Part 1

A/N alrighty, after writing something new, not liking it, fixing it and writing it again i present to you my second fic. Im really excited about this one and I hope you guys will be too, theres gonna be a lot of drama I'm winking So, without further ado, When Stars Align.

Pairing: Kim Namjoon x Reader

Rating: Drama, Angst, Fluff, Smut

Pt 1 Pt 2 Pt 3 Pt 4

You felt like it had been hours since you last touched ground, and it had been. It was your official first day of summer break and you spent it flying from your home to your best friends. The two of you had been extremely close since freshman year when you were thrown into a random roommate draw, and you definitely got lucky. She was your other half, and like promised that first night of your freshman year, if you had made it this far the two of you would vacation together the summer before your senior year.

The flight to Chicago went easier that you thought it would. No stops along the way and you got the window seat. You had only been away from your best friend for maybe 48 hours, but still it felt like a life time and a half and there was nothing more you wanted at that point in time than to touch down and run into her arms. You weren't usually one to get excited over small things, especially things like seeing someone after a short period of time, your childhood proved that none stays forever, but she was able to pull that out of you.

You couldn't walk fast enough once off the plane, your backpack slung haphazardly over one shoulder and your hands quickly rolling up your headphones. The moment your phone was turned on you started to respond to your friends texts, typing just as fast as you were walking and only looking up to make sure you were still heading in the right direction. You could see it, the exit to baggage claim right in front of you. Your step quickened and your eyes looked back down, typing quickly and in all caps to count down the seconds till you were reunited.

And then your shoulder hit someone. Your bag hitting the floor you grunted, your eyes not even looking up as you apologized and reached for your bag. You stumbled down only to have it snatched up before you could reach it.

“Im sorry, I should probably look at where I'm going.” You said, your eyes only leaving your bag after finishing your sentence.

“Don't worry about it, we've all done it.”

Your eyes trailed up to the boy in front of you you with a kiddish grin and tick sunglasses covering half his face. Your heart lurched causing you to cough and reach out for your bag. There was something different about that boy. Not different in the way he was strange, but different in the way that he didnt seem like a stranger. You pressed your lips together and looked up at him, nodding your head once before taking your bag from his grip, your fingers brushing slightly making you're spine tingle. You coughed again fully taking the bag from his hands and turned to walk even faster out of the closed off section you were in, your heart now beating a million miles per hour.

You could hardly breath as you were engulfed in the arms of your best friend your mind instantly snapped in one direction. You rocked back and fourth, squealing and not caring who heard you, or which eyes were sent your way. As you pulled away from her your eyes caught his again, slightly peeking out from behind the frosted sliding doors. He retracted the moment you noticed him and you couldn't help the feeling in your kneecaps that seemed to ache when you saw him. It was strange, but before you could truly think about it you were being pulled away by your best friend.

You sat there with your head in your tiny hands, kids around you laughing, kicking dirt in your direction and calling you names. It had been like that every day since you had moved to South Korea and every day you cried to your dad to take you home, take you back to where your life started. You were too different for the kids of South Korea. Your face was too thin, your eyes too round and your hair? Well don't get them started on how different your hair was.

It was one day in particular you remember the most about being in South Korea, the day that changed the way you saw that city and the reason why you never wanted to leave.

You were on the ground, your knee bleeding as one of the usual girls who was mean to you pushed you over. You could hardly understand what she was saying as she teased and taunted you in Korean, the only thing you could focus on was the trickle of blood running down your leg and meeting the top of your sock. You kept your eyes down, but could still see her loafers walk up to you and her hand reach down to grab your backpack, still talking to fast for you to understand. You jumped slightly as your books pens and your lunchbox hit the ground in front of you.

You choked back a tear as the girl and her friends laughed when she pushed you on your back, you just wanted to go home. The tears started just as a voice was called out and you opened your eyes to see a young boy running towards you. He was dorky, running like something out of a comic book, but still running your way. You sat up instantly as he got in the girls face and started yell, growling noises coming as he talked quickly. The girls scoffed at him once before looking at you, one kicking a book before they walked away.

He helped you up and looked at you with sad eyes before holding his hand straight out, waiting for you to take it.

‘What are you? A monster?’ You whispered half in english as you wiped your hands and shirt free of dirt.

‘Im Namjoon.’ He said slowly, waiting as you nodded to indicate that you understood what he was he had said.

‘Y/n.’ You said softly. ‘You have a funny name.’ You said after trying to say his name in your head a few times and not being able to.

He looked down to your knee and pressed his lips together before throwing his small arm over your shoulder and making you walk forward.

‘Well were friends know so you're going to have to use my name.’ He said still looking at your knee.

You nodded and stopped, bending down wipe the dirt out of your bleeding knee and trying not to cry at the sting that erupted at your touch. His knees where soon bending with yours as he started pushing a tissue to your leg. You watched as he concentrated on cleaning up your leg, mumbling things about the girls who had pushed you, growling in a way once again when you asked him why he was acting that way.

‘Those girls are so mean. Well, don't worry. There not going to be mean to you any more. Im going to make sure of that.’

You were so lost in thought as your friend rambled on about this and that you hadn't even realized you were puling up outside her house. Shaking your head you got excited again, grabbing your bags out of the back seat and linking your arm with hers as she pulled you towards the front door. You were welcomed excitedly by her parents and was immediately sat down to eat. Something you expected from her mother, but was always surprised by.

“Okay, y/n. I have a surprise.” Your friend said tapping the table a few quick times as her mother started to clear the table.

“Ooo I love surprises.” You said leaning on your elbows.

A chuckle came from you as she stood quickly, holding a finger for you to wait as she dashed out of the kitchen. Sitting there awkwardly you didn't know what to do since your friends mom refused your help with the dishes. But thankfully the sound of your friends running made you perk back up as she quickly sat across from you again, now clutching onto a white envelope.

“So I figured since you know, were here for a few weeks before we run off to vacation that we would need something to do, right?” She started, placing the envelope on the table and running her excited fingers over it. “So. That one band you know I love so much is coming to Chicago in a few days so I thought you and I could go together.”

“Are you asking me on a date?” You asked smiling, getting excited to be able to do something so fun with her.

“Yes, yes this is a date, were going to see Bts for our date!” She squealed reaching for your hands.

You were excited, even if you knew next to nothing about these boys you did enjoy their music, and you always loved to tease your friend on just how excited she got about the boys. As the two of you crawled into bed that night and cuddled close she started flipping threw pictures, telling you thinks about each boy in turn. You smiled at Jimin, snorted at Taehyung and awed at Jin. She continued to flip until she landed on a familiar face. You took her phone from her and stared at his face, his dimples making you feel like you knew him.

“Why is he so familiar?” You said zooming in the picture.

“Hes familiar because he's a god damn Rap Monster.” She said chuckling and flipping through more pictures.

You chuckled and shook your head rolling to your back, your eyes getting heavy as you listened to her softly continue to talk about the boys, but as you fell asleep you started to think about the boy you ran into at the airport and how he also seemed to hold this same presence about him.

#Bts #bts fanfic #Namjoon #Kim Namjoon #Namjoon fic #Rap Monster #Rapmonster fic

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ilyseok · 7 years ago

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Among Asters & Sunflowers

Fandom: BTS Pairing: Yoonseok (Suga | Min Yoongi x J-Hope | Jung Hoseok), with a side of Namjin Genres: summer fling AU, photographer AU, fluff, angst Rating: M for implied sex and strong language Word count: 10.9k

Summary: When Min Yoongi moves to Jeolla for a summer internship with a famous photographer, he meets a loud barista named Hoseok at the coffee shop next door. Though he might come off as loud and annoying, Hoseok is a ray of sunshine that just might inspire Yoongi to be brave and come out of his shell.

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Partially inspired by this song

A/N: It’s done. I finally finished it! After working on this fic off and on for 4 months... I have finally finished after the summer has already ended :( ...As a note, grammarly is down at the moment and I’ve had to use the browser extension editor so I may come back to this and edit again once grammarly is back up and I can use the premium editor.

The sounds of the early morning rush in the coffee shop drowned out Min Yoongi's thoughts as he walked through the door, on a mission to get an early morning dose of caffeine to make it through the day. He stood at the counter, pulling at the edges of the soft sleeves of his sweater as he debated on whether or not he could afford a bagel and whatever kind of coffee flavored milk his boss preferred. He lurked at the display case, browsing the selection of pastries and bagels, pondering over his decision for much longer than deemed socially acceptable. His pondering was only interrupted by the booming yet friendly voice of the barista working the counter.

"Good morning! I recommend the 'everything bagels,' if you're still trying to decide," he said. Yoongi peeked up at the owner of the voice from behind the fringe of his mint green hair. Much taller than Yoongi himself, a brown-haired boy leaned over the counter, propped on his elbows. "But if you'd prefer to keep thinking about it, I'll need you to step over here." He laughed and gestured toward the side of the counter. It was then that Yoongi noticed the long line of disgruntled patrons behind him.

"Oh, sorry," he said, stepping to the side. He cursed at himself internally, regretting his decision to take a chance and try out this coffee shop next to the photography studio. Without even looking back, he could feel the judgmental stares boring into his back and imagined what they might be thinking. Wearing that thick black sweater? In the middle of June? What is he thinking? What the hell is taking him so long? It's just a bagel, for Christ's sake. His anxious mind refused to let up until he realized the time and that he needed to order something, anything as he was about to be late for his second day on the job.

He stepped back up to the counter, mostly resolved on his order. "I'll take an everything bagel and a medium coffee."

The cashier brightly smiled as he typed in the order on the touchscreen. "Is that all today?"

Remembering his mission to bring coffee to his mentor and the fact that he'd forgotten to decide what to buy for him, he panicked as he tried to pick a drink quickly. Yoongi has never been one for sugar and cream in his coffee, and he knew from day one of his internship that the only kind of coffee Seunghyun would drink is the kind that had more milk and water than the coffee itself. Wanting to decide quickly, he decided on the only drink he even vaguely remembered his friends from back home raving about for weeks.

"If you have any of those sugary drinks, I'd like one of those. Frumpies or whatever it is that you call them."

The barista laughed lightheartedly, throwing his head back and clutching his stomach. Once he finally composed himself, he ran a hand through his soft hair. "Okay, what kind of flavor are you looking for? We have vanilla, caramel, or mocha."

Did he like vanilla? Or was it caramel? Fuck if Yoongi could remember.

"Vanilla, I guess. Also a medium," he added on.

"So that's one medium vanilla frappe," he said, stressing the frappe, "one everything bagel, and one medium coffee?"

"Yes."

"That'll be $12.50 please," the barista said, pulling out two cups for Yoongi's drinks. "Can I have a name, please?"

A faint blush tinted Yoongi's cheeks, and he furrowed his eyebrows. "What, are you planning to take me to dinner or something?"

He shook his head. "No, as much as I would like that, I just need to be able to give your order to the right person. Unless you want me to call you frumpy boy?"

Right.

Drinks.

Coffee shop.

Where had his mind been this whole time? God, it must be painfully obvious that Yoongi has never done this sort of thing on his own before.

"Right, well, my name is Yoongi. I'd be more than happy if you used that rather than frumpy boy."

"Alright, Yoongi, I'll have those up for you shortly." The boy smiled sweetly, putting the two cups on the counter for another employee to prepare Yoongi's order.

"Yoongi?" the barista called moments later, finished with his drinks sooner than expected. "One black and one vanilla frappe?" Yoongi nodded and took the drink coaster and bagel from the boy behind the counter. It was only for a moment, but for the brief second that their eyes met, Yoongi felt his heart skip a beat and his face flush. He quickly turned away to step outside of the shop into the busy street, and then he noticed his name on the cup, written with a black sharpie. Crossed out below his name read, "Frumpy Boy," with a smiley face next to the nickname. He looked back at the mysterious boy through the shop window, who mischievously grinned from ear to ear when he noticed Yoongi had seen the name on his cup.

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After his mentor had seemed pleasantly surprised with his thoughtfulness, Yoongi decided he would revisit the coffee shop the next day.

"Frumpy boy aside, you might be my favorite employee," Seunghyun had said as he cleared up a cluttered desk full of scattered prints and envelopes. "How’d you know my favorite drink?"

Yoongi shrugged. "Lucky guess."

When Yoongi stepped back into the shop, he had his order already planned out. He wasn't expecting to see any of the same employees, but when the familiar bright smile of the barista from the previous day greeted him from behind the counter, he rolled his eyes and gritted his teeth.

"Well if it isn't frumpy boy," the brunette cheerfully greeted him, a little too loud for Yoongi's taste.

"My name is Yoongi," he said with a sharp glare.

"Right, and my name is G-Dragon."

"Do you harass all of your customers like this, or am I special?" Yoongi shot back. "I'm not sure I want to keep coming here if you're just going to make fun of me every time."

"You'll come back because the coffee is too great to pass up. Plus, seeing my beautiful face is enough of a reason to keep coming back," the barista winked, framing his face with his hands. Yoongi scowled at the boy.

"Right, well if you don't mind I'd like the same as yesterday."

"One regular coffee and a vanilla frumpy?"

Yoongi rubbed his temples before covering his face with a sweater paw to hide the blush spreading across his cheeks. "Yes, yes, please just give me my coffee," he groaned.

The other boy laughed and disappeared behind the counter to fulfill his order shortly after collecting his money. He appeared again after a few minutes with both drinks. "Your order," he said, sliding them across the counter. "Have a nice day, Yoongi."

His smile was a little too suspicious, so Yoongi inspected the name on the cup. "Frumpy Yoongi? Seriously?"

After a particularly long day spent in the darkroom, Yoongi was grateful that the sun had already set when he finally stepped out of the studio into the chill of the unusually cool summer night. It's not that every day was like this - in fact, he enjoyed the darkroom work much more than stapling packets of sample prints to send to the local wedding planners for the summer.

It was a little after ten o'clock when he finally finished, and the weight of fatigue struck him instantly. He dialed through the music on his iPod, deciding on a relaxing lo-fi hip-hop playlist and plugged in his earbuds. His stomach growled loudly, so Yoongi headed over to the late-night convenience store located around the corner from his apartment. The bell of the door jingled as he opened it, and he was instantly blinded by the fluorescent light suddenly flooding his eyes upon entry. The old man behind the register greeted him, but he only nodded in recognition, on a mission to find an easy dinner. After deciding to try the sushi in the pre-packaged lunch aisle, he quickly made his choices and wasted no time in checking out. Eager to get back to his apartment to eat and relax for the night finally, he made to exit the store to get home as soon as possible, head tucked down. Perhaps he'd been in a little too much of a hurry as he collided with an unsuspecting victim on his way out.

"My bad," Yoongi grumbled, reaching down to pick up the contents of his plastic bag and to help the stranger up from the ground. He looked into their eyes to offer a more sincere apology, but instead, his mouth formed a straight line, and he rolled his eyes at the cheeky grin of the barista from the coffee shop next door.

"Nice to see you too, frumpy boy," he laughed. Yoongi cursed any and all deities for his bad luck that led him to this very encounter.

"My name is Yoongi," he repeated himself once again. It'd been three weeks since he started visiting the shop. Shouldn't he have learned already?

"Right, Yoongi. Do you always charge into innocent bystanders like this?" he jeered.

Fuck this idiot and his stupid smile. A beautiful smile, but stupid nonetheless.

"No," he grumbled.

"Big plans tonight then?"

"No. I'm just hungry." Yoongi shrunk back into the comfort of his sweater, picking up his iPod from the ground and putting one earbud back in. He flicked through the screen of the device, trying to find the song he was listening to before his unfortunate collision with the annoying boy from next door. Said boy leaned over to look at the screen of Yoongi's iPod out of curiosity, making him flustered at the closeness.

"Is that LIGHTS? How is it? I haven't heard the new album yet," he said.

Surprised that he took interest in the display on his iPod, Yoongi moved out of the doorway and offered a single earbud to the boy, searching for the words to describe his feelings on the new EP he had been listening to for the past week as he worked. He watched his reaction as they listened to the song in full, the taller boy occasionally bobbing his head with the beat of the music. As soon as the song finished, he took back the earbud and stuck the iPod in his back pocket.

"Thanks," the boy said. "I liked that. Oh, and I'm Hoseok, by the way."

Hoseok. A friendly name, Yoongi thought. Beyond the annoying name calling and persistent teasing, Hoseok reminded him of something like a sunflower or a warm summer afternoon after work - sometimes humid and irritatingly hot, but comfortable with a light summer breeze and a glass of iced tea.

"Nice to meet you, Hoseok," he said and muttered an unintelligible "I’ll see you later." Desperate to get away from the awkward atmosphere he had created on his own, Yoongi turned away from the boy without another word and headed back to the comfort of his apartment. He took large steps to move quickly without seeming that he was running away, though Yoongi full well knew he was doing exactly that.

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Yoongi couldn't bring himself to go into the coffee shop the next day or even the day after that. Not when he knew Hoseok was working and that he would be forced to interact with him again. It's not that he disliked the boy - no, not at all. He was just unsure of how he should even talk to him. He wasn't used to total strangers being so friendly; perhaps it was a Jeolla thing. Back home, the baristas or convenience store cashiers were never quite so talkative or curious about your daily life. People looked away when they passed each other on the street, and no one struck up a friendly conversation with each other while they stood in line at the supermarket. He struggled with the difference between the regional cultures, and it was evident even to Seunghyun.

Yoongi had a particularly off day one week after working with a small family of three - a husband, wife, and toddler getting their last family photos taken before the arrival of a new baby. He's always felt awkward around children, but this particular child was overly interested in him and his unnatural hair color. He struggled to get the three-year-old girl to focus so that he could just finish their photo shoot.

As soon as he finished, the family stopped to speak with his boss at the reception desk, working out any payment details and confirming shipping addresses. They never mentioned their experience with Yoongi in detail to Seunghyun, but he still felt like he would crumble under the nonexistent judgmental stares of the small family. He withdrew into himself, his mind getting carried away with thoughts such as, "What does Seunghyun think of me?" and "How can I survive this profession if I can't even handle a fucking toddler and their parents?" Too absorbed in his own world, he neither noticed the jingle of the doorbell as the family left nor his mentor speaking to him.

"Hey," the older man called out to him, waving a hand in front of his face and putting a hand on his shoulder. "You okay? You don't look so good."

His eyes snapped up to the concerned face of his mentor, quickly becoming aware that he had been spacing out for far too long. "Yeah, sorry. It's just- I'm just..."

"Having a rough day?" Seunghyun finished for him. "I can tell. Don't worry about it too much. We all have those days. Why don't you head home for today? It's not busy this afternoon. I can handle the rest by myself."

"Are you sure it's okay?" Yoongi said with a frown.

"Yes. Go on. Enjoy this beautiful weather. It's not miserably hot for once." Noticing his hesitation and the silent pause, he sighed and patted Yoongi's back. "For what it's worth, even I struggled with kids when I was your age."

"That obvious, huh?"

"I got past it once I had a kid of my own. I can't say I blame ya with that kid though. Annoying, wasn't it?" Yoongi nodded, and Seunghyun patted his back once more. "Go home, get some rest. You'll feel better with a little sunshine."

"Thanks," he said, waving goodbye as he grabbed his phone and keys from the reception counter and walked out the door.

Seunghyun was certainly right about the weather - it was unusually chilly yet sunny. Not that he usually complained about the heat considering he wore sweaters year round, but it was a nice change.

Yoongi went back to his cave apartment for the afternoon, scrolling through various blogs and working on his own Photoshop edits of some of the scenery he'd photographed during his stay. Around dinner time, he went out for food and spent the rest of the evening wandering the streets of Gwangju, observing people and the buildings before him. That was how he preferred to spend his time - watching rather than partaking and appreciating the diverse crowds and city scenery. He looked like any other tourist with his camera, taking pictures of the evening crowds among a sea of glowing neon business signs and tall buildings. He scrolled through some of the shots on his way back home, deleting the ones he didn't want. Too absorbed in his own world once again, he bumped into a stranger in passing, just a few blocks from home.

"Sorry," he muttered, averting his eyes.

"Heya, frumpy boy," the familiar voice of Hoseok greeted him. Yoongi glared at him and opened his mouth to correct him once again, only to be interrupted. "Yeah, I know, Yoongi. How's it going? I haven't seen you around."

Yoongi cursed himself, for his habit of not paying attention to where he's walking, and the universe, for its continual insistence that every time he runs into someone it should be Hoseok.

"I'm okay," he said softly, tugging on the hem of his sweater and fidgeting the camera in his other hand. He couldn't bring himself to look Hoseok in the eyes, so he awkwardly looked to his side.

"You sure? You don't look okay," he said with the same frown of concern his boss had worn just hours before.

"Just a rough day."

Hoseok pondered for a moment before grabbing the shorter boy by the wrist and tugging him in the opposite direction of his apartment. "Wait, where are you taking me?"

"Somewhere."

"Where is somewhere? Hoseok, slow down," he complained as Hoseok dragged him along the busy sidewalk, taking long strides that Yoongi couldn’t keep up with.

"It's a surprise," he said with a sly grin that he just barely caught a glimpse of from behind.

"That's something a serial killer usually says right before they're about to lead their victim to their death." Yoongi tried to pull his wrist back, but Hoseok only gripped it tighter and threw his head back in laughter.

"No, it's nothing like that, I promise."

"If I die tonight, will you at least tell my mother I loved her?"

"You won't die, hyung.”

"I don't believe you.” Yoongi narrowed his eyes. “How old are you anyway? How do you know I’m your hyung?”

“Twenty-three, and it’s because of the wrinkles between your eyes,” Hoseok jeered at him. Yoongi grumbled in protest. “Well, are you as old as you look?”

“I’m only twenty-four,” Yoongi muttered and struggled against the younger man still dragging him along, but soon his wrist was freed.

Hoseok turned around with a smile. "Look, we're already here."

Yoongi looked around to see they'd come to a grassy field of wildflowers next to a large lake at the edge of the city. Only the sounds of the splashing water against the dock could be heard in the otherwise quiet area. Hoseok wandered further through the field of wildflowers, pushing tall sunflowers aside as he stepped through the tall grass to access the dock. He motioned for Yoongi to follow, so he cautiously stepped along the path Hoseok had paved ahead of him and sat next to him at the edge of the dock.

"What do you think?" Hoseok said, leaning back on his hands and tilting his head up to look at the sky.

"It's stunning."

"I come here to relax sometimes," he said. "When work becomes too much or if I just want to clear my head, I like to watch the sunset from here."

Yoongi relaxed and leaned back just as Hoseok had done, looking forward to the sky on the other side of the lake, tinted with orange and pink hues from the setting sun. For once the silence between the two wasn't awkward, but rather comfortable. He liked this peaceful yet warm side of Hoseok - still brighter than the sun itself but relaxing and carefree rather than energetic and pushy. Yoongi looked to the side when Hoseok turned to face him, hoping to god that Hoseok didn't notice his stare.

"You're a photographer, right? What's that like?" Hoseok asked, motioning toward the camera sitting between them.

“I’m just an intern,” Yoongi said. He bit his lip as he searched for the words to describe the experience. "It's not particularly glamorous, but my boss lets me do some of the photo shoots for his lower end clients, which is a lot more than I expected him to allow me to do."

“But is it something you enjoy?"

"To me, photography is more than just pictures. It’s capturing a memory and the emotions that come with it. Good photography lets you relive your experiences and favorite memories," he said.

Hoseok smiled softly, and his eyes crinkled as he looked at Yoongi fondly. "That's great, hyung - that you have something you're passionate about."

Sitting on the river bank, side by side, Yoongi opened up to Hoseok about all of the little things he loves about photography and his favorite shots that he'd taken over the years. Despite his initial hesitation during all of his earlier interactions with Hoseok, being at the dock during the cold summer evening made him feel comfortable enough to open up. Not that he particularly minded being alone so far during his time in Gwangju, but it was pleasant to be able to talk to someone as he hadn't been able to since the last time he saw his friends before he left Seoul for the summer.

Yoongi quickly lost track of time as he continued, talking to Hoseok about his university experience and even the initial disapproval from his parents when he decided to go for a fine arts program rather than a STEM career.

"My brother has been my best friend since we were kids, and he took me in when I moved away from Daegu. Helped me find part-time jobs and paid for some of my college tuition, so I want to repay him by becoming a famous photographer," he said, eyes shining and a faint glow emitting from him in the dusk.

Suddenly aware of the time and how much he'd been talking about himself, Yoongi turned to Hoseok to give him a chance to talk about himself. "Sorry, I've talked a lot. What about you? What do you want to do?"

Hoseok laughed. "I haven't started college yet, but I applied for a fine arts program, too. Dance, for me. That's my life. I've been working since I graduated to save up for college."

Yoongi stayed silent, actively listening as Hoseok talked about his dance crew and his group of friends. "Namjoon and Seokjin, you know, I wish they would just go ahead and fuck each other you know? It's getting hard to watch," he laughed. "The other three are always poking fun at them. Especially Jeongguk, but he's still a pretty good kid."

Yeah, so that was a little more than Yoongi needed to know about Hoseok's friends he'd never even met, but as long as he was willing to share, he wouldn't tell him to stop. Yoongi found himself staring at the way the moonlight highlighted Hoseok's cheekbones and forehead, not even realizing that he was doing so until the other boy turned toward him.

"It's rude to stare, you know," Hoseok said with a lighthearted laugh. Yoongi quickly tucked his head to hide his face.

"There's dirt on your cheek," he lied.

"Oh? Mind getting it off for me?" Without hesitation, Yoongi used the soft fabric of his sweater to wipe off the imaginary dirt from his cheek. His fingers softly brushed his skin as he pulled his hand away. He paused when Hoseok's gaze caught his own.

"You're cute, hyung," Hoseok said, eyes softening as he smiled.

"Shut up."

"What? It's true."

"That doesn't mean you need to say it out loud." The wind caught his hair, whipping his part to the opposite side and rustling the blades of grass and the leaves of the trees around them. Suddenly, he stood and brushed off the dirt and grass on the back of his pants. "It's getting dark. I should get home. Thanks for showing me this place," he said.

"I had fun," Hoseok said. "Feel free to come here whenever you want. When it all gets to be too much, you know?"

"Sure."

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The next day, Yoongi woke up earlier than usual, determined to beat the morning rush and prepared to go back to the coffee shop to continue his morning coffee runs. There was something about being able to open up after so long that put Yoongi in such a good mood that he couldn't even sleep. He walked with an unusually light bounce in his step, taking one earbud out to order his usual coffee and bagel.

"Good morning, Hoseok," he said when he reached the counter.

"Good morning, frumpy boy," the other teased. "Someone's up bright and early today. And it doesn't seem like you've murdered anyone, either. What's the occasion?"

"No occasion. I'm just having a good day."

Hoseok snickered when Yoongi so casually deflected his usual nickname. "You must be in a good mood if you haven't complained about being called frumpy."

There it was. That deadly glare. That's more like the usual Yoongi.

"Anyway, do you want your usual?" Hoseok asked. Yoongi nodded and handed him the exact change for his order, having the price well memorized at this point.

After his order was complete, he headed over to the studio, ready to take on whatever Seunghyun would throw at him. His mentor made a few comments here and there about how cheerful he was that day. Despite the stabs Seunghyun made at his unusual (but very welcome) mood throughout the day, Yoongi carried on with his work without a care in the world. He was scheduled to take family portraits for one of his higher end clients (a celebrity that Yoongi was contractually bound not to disclose after the session), but the high profile of the studio's client never bothered him in the slightest bit. In fact, they raved to his boss about Yoongi - how kind he was, and how easily he was able to persuade their youngest child into compliance while he posed them all for their session.

Truthfully, Yoongi was only thinking about how he wanted to revisit the lake after work. He was eager to take some pictures of the asters and sunflowers against the setting sun, so he made an effort to finish his work for the day so he could leave the studio in time to catch the right lighting.

When he left for the night, he was messing with the settings of his camera when he ran into Hoseok again.

"Yoongi-hyung, you've really got to pay attention to where you're walking, you know?" he said.

"I'm going back to that place you showed me yesterday. I wanted to take some pictures of the flowers," Yoongi said. "You can join me if you want."

"Sure, I have some time to kill."

The boys strolled down the backstreets of the town toward the lake. Yoongi listened to his mp3 player with one earbud in while they mostly walked in silence, occasionally commenting on their days to catch up with one another.

"What are you listening to, hyung? It sounds good."

He took the iPod out of his pocket and turned the screen to show him. "Zico's new mini album. He dropped it last month. You should give it a try. I really like it." He extended the iPod and both earbuds to Hoseok so he could listen while Yoongi played with the flowers and his camera.

By the time Hoseok listened to the whole album, the sun had set, and Yoongi had finished with his fascination with the scenery. He looked at the time on his phone and stood from his spot on the dock. "I have to go to my friend's house soon. If you don't have plans, do you want to go to a bonfire tonight? I'm sure they won't mind if I bring another friend along."

"Are you sure? I don't want to intrude," he said.

"They won't care. I'm sure of it."

"What makes you think that? They barely know me," he pursed his lips as he thought about all the possible things Hoseok's friends might think about him, and the anxiety of meeting new people crept into his mind.

"I have a good feeling about you. Plus, we're friends so they won't mind you."

That word again - friends.

The fact that Hoseok thought of him as a friend left Yoongi a tad flustered since he wasn't expecting to hear those words out of his mouth. That someone as bright and outgoing as Hoseok wouldn’t mind the company of the quiet, sarcastic, and antisocial personality of Yoongi was a mystery to him. He chewed on his lip as he thought about how he'd officially made his first friend in Gwangju since the start of the summer. Thanks to the concerned frown painted on Hoseok’s face, Yoongi soon realized how quiet he'd been and perked up.

"Will there be food?”

Stupid, he cursed at himself. Now he thinks you're only in it for the food!

Hoseok laughed, throwing his head back. "Yes, there will be food. Bring your own alcohol, though."

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Hoseok's friends were nothing short of entertaining. The two youngest, Jeongguk and Taehyung, teased their friend Jimin as they took his phone hostage and played a friendly game of monkey in the middle with Jimin and his phone.

"Who are you talking to, hyung? Who is he? Should I send him some messages?" Jeongguk teased.

"Jeon Jeongguk, I swear to god if you don't give me back that phone, I'll..." Jimin started.

"You'll what? What will you do, hyung?" Jeongguk taunted. "You must really like him."

"You little shit, get back here and give me my damn phone already," he said and broke out into a run, chasing Jeongguk away from the bonfire and into the darkness of the woods.

"So, Yoongi-yah, are you from here, or are you just visiting?" Seokjin asked. The oldest of the group of friends, he watched over the younger boys as they ran in and out of the woods and around the fire, ready to step in the moment someone hurt themselves.

"I'm just here for the summer," Yoongi replied. "I have an internship with BIGBANG studios, the photography agency."

"You mean BIGBANG as in Choi Seunghyun?" Seokjin's eyes blew wide in awe, and Yoongi nodded. "The Choi Seunghyun?"

"Yes."

"You have some really talented friends, Hoseok-ah," he said, then turned back to Yoongi. "Can I see some of your work?"

"I don't have any with me, but I have some pictures of them," Yoongi said, flicking through the folders of the picture gallery on his phone before handing it off.

"This is unbelievable, Yoongi-hyung. You've really got a natural talent for this," Namjoon said, peeking over Seokjin's shoulder at his phone.

"Thanks," he said and rubbed the back of his neck.

Although Yoongi had taken his internship because of his mentor's famous photography skills, he often forgot that Seunghyun was famous for his work with celebrities and high-profile clients. Before he settled down with his wife, Becca, he'd been a solo photographer featured at the most prestigious art galleries. After he and his wife had their first child, he opened up his small studio in Gwangju and started taking regular working class clients rather than the high-profile customers who previously employed him. The man was so down to earth that, after working with him for the past month, it was hard to picture him as a once-famous celebrity.

For the next several hours, the group of boys gathered around the fire, talking, laughing, and eating hotdogs and smores. One by one they began to head back to their houses as the night progressed, leaving only Namjoon and Seokjin along with Yoongi and Hoseok. At that point, the atmosphere had become incredibly uncomfortable for Yoongi as he noticed the undeniable sexual tension between Namjoon and Seokjin.

"Hoseok-ah," he said, elbowing his newfound friend in the side. "We should go." He subtly gestured toward the two men on the other side of the fire with his head.

Hoseok looked up from his phone where he'd been checking his notifications. "A-ah, yeah I guess it's getting pretty late, isn't it?"

"Thanks for inviting me along," Yoongi called to the pair. "It was nice meeting you."

"The pleasure is all ours," Namjoon spoke on behalf of himself as well as the rest of Hoseok's friends. "You should bring him around more often, hyung."

"Yeah, I should," Hoseok repeated, softly smiling as he side-glanced at Yoongi and his mint hair that glowed a beautiful shade of blue in the moonlight. Yoongi flushed at Hoseok's friends' welcoming nature, the giddiness of having new friends threatening to disrupt his facade of calm composure.

After another long yet satisfying day in the studio, the sun hung low in the sky when Yoongi stepped out into the fresh air. Since the night he went to the bonfire with Hoseok and his friends, after exchanging phone numbers with each other, he found himself messaging Hoseok on a regular basis. Perhaps more than he would typically bother with, or even a bit too much. Every time the screen lit up with the ID "Hoseokie" flashing on the screen, he smiled with excitement and happiness. Since Yoongi and Hoseok started talking to each other on a regular basis, Yoongi began to feel light-hearted and even a little more confident at work.

"You're looking cheerful today, Yoongi-yah. What's the occasion today?" Seunghyun asked. Yoongi shook his head with a smile and just mumbled "nothing" in response. The older man took advantage of his behavioral improvement by allowing Yoongi to shoot some sessions scheduled with one of the studio's most valuable clients, leaving him in an even better mood when he left than when he came in that morning.

As he was about to reach his apartment, his phone rang, "Mom" showing up on the caller ID on his screen. He answered immediately, delighted to talk to his mother for the first time in weeks. She asked him the typical questions - "How is work?" "Are you eating well?" "Have you made any friends yet?" Normally the last question was more of a nuisance to him than anything else, but he was happy that just for once he could tell her that, yes, he'd made new friends.

Yoongi talked to his mother for an unusually long amount of time - catching up on his work at the studio, what life in Gwangju was like compared to Daegu and Seoul, and so on. When he finally had to hang up, the feeling of being a tiny bit homesick started to creep into his heart and grew bigger the closer he got to the apartment. Not wanting to deal with the loneliness that would prevail the moment he would enter his apartment, he opted to visit the lake at the last second. The faint glow of the asters and sunflowers brought a comforting warmth to his heart, helping to fight away the loneliness that stemmed from his longing for home.

He was lost in thought, admiring the view when his phone buzzed in his pocket.

Hoseokie - 7:19 PM

What's up, hyung? How was your day?

Yoongi - 7:20 PM

It was nice. S.H. let me do a celebrity shoot today :)

Hoseokie - 7:22 PM

Aaah that's amazing! Who???

He replied with a selfie with a huge sunflower in the foreground of the picture, with a smirk on his face and only a single caption.

Yoongi - 7:25 PM

Not allowed to say. Client-photographer privileges only. [image attached]

Hoseok, apparently noticing that his friend was at the lake once again, took this as a sign that something was bothering Yoongi and took the opportunity to make sure he was okay.

Hoseokie - 7:29 PM

Are you alright, hyung?

Yoongi - 7:30 PM

Just homesick.

When minutes turned into what felt like centuries, Yoongi began to grow anxious about Hoseok's potential reaction while he waited for a reply. Before he knew it, nearly 25 minutes had passed, and the sun was starting to set. He was surprised when the sound of Hoseok's shoes crunching dry grass beneath his feet broke the silence.

"Hoseok-ah-"

"Hey," he replied softly and took a seat next to Yoongi. "You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to, but I'll keep you company until you want me to leave."

Yoongi laid back on the ground beside him with his arms behind his head, staring up at the sky. "I talked to my mom today." He didn't look at Hoseok as he didn't want to see the sad look of sympathy reflected in his eyes.

"You must miss her a lot, then?"

"Yes, we were close when I still lived with my parents." Yoongi's voice grew quieter with each word until there was only incoherent mumbling left. "Listen, Hoseok-ah, thank-"

"Hobi," Hoseok interrupted.

"What?"

"You can call me Hobi. All of my friends do."

"Well, Hobi," he tried out the name for the first time. "Thanks for staying. It means a lot." He smiled sadly.

"It’s my pleasure, hyung."

In the distance, fireflies glowed as the sun finally settled well below the horizon. Hoseok's eyes followed the source of Yoongi's gaze, to which his immediate reaction was to bolt upright and shout like a five-year-old suddenly.

"Look, hyung! Fireflies!" he laughed as he rushed over to his backpack a few yards back, then returned seconds later, running as he unscrewed the top of a mason jar. Yoongi rolled his eyes.

"What are you, five? More importantly, why do you carry mason jars in your bag?”

"You never know when you need a jar, hyung. Come on!" Hoseok tugged on his arm, trying to urge him to join him in the fun.

"I'm content with watching from here."

Hoseok shrugged his shoulders and carried on, childishly running through the sunflower field to capture the glowing bugs in the jar. He was the embodiment of joy itself, like a ray of sunshine beaming down on Yoongi after being in the dark for the majority of his twenty-four years on earth. Yoongi rolled his eyes at first but then smiled to himself. He swatted away a few mosquitoes and other creatures as he sat on the grassy hill, watching the boy run through the field without a care in the world until well after the sunset.

"Hyung, look how many I caught!" Hoseok grinned, returning to sit next to him on the field.

"You should at least let them breathe, Hobi," he said, unable contain his laughter.

Suddenly Hoseok froze and carefully set down the jar of his glowing captive friends. "Hyung, don't move," he said quietly.

Yoongi sat still as asked of him, an inner turmoil coursing through him, wondering on what Hoseok was so focused. "What is it?" he whispered.

"Just hold still."

Yoongi felt a gentle movement on top of his head, then a tickle as something small crawled down his forehead and onto his nose. His eyes widened and focused on the glowing bug crawling down his nose.

"Hobi-"

"Shhh," he said, then proceeded to lunge toward Yoongi, effectively tackling him in the process of grabbing for the bug and failing to catch it. Yoongi's head slammed into the soft ground beneath him as Hoseok crushed him under his weight.

"Was that really necessary?" he groaned, eyes squeezed shut. He rubbed the back of his head and blinked a few times before looking up at his attacker. Hoseok gazed down at him with flushed cheeks, slowly but unintentionally lowering himself down to Yoongi.

Eyes locked with each other and heart pounding in his chest, Yoongi tore his eyes from Hoseok's to look at his soft lips. His breath hitched in his throat, and his mind went blank as their lips crashed. He threaded one hand in Hoseok's soft, brown hair, the other lacing fingers with his. The kiss quickly grew from sweet and gentle to rough and desperate, Hoseok running his tongue along Yoongi's bottom lip. Yoongi grunted and forced himself to pull away from him, his panting making him realize how desperate for air he'd been.

Hoseok blushed profusely at the sight of the flustered boy below him, eyes blown wide open.

"Hobi, I-"

"Sorry, hyung, I don't know what came over me," he said, turning his face away and rolling off of him to sit on his other side.

"No, don't apologize."

Hoseok turned his head to look at him for an explanation, but he was surprised when Yoongi lunged for him, tackling him and kissing his lips again, but more passionately this time. He tensed up at first, but he soon relaxed into his kiss and threaded his hands into Yoongi's soft, mint green hair, rubbing his thumb through the short hair of his undercut. When he pulled away this time, he kept his hands on the back of his head and softly spoke.

"Honey."

"What?"

"Your lips. They taste like honey."

Yoongi laughed at the younger boy's observation, covering his mouth with his hand. "I guess that explains why you tried to eat me."

"Look, you would do that too if someone's kisses tasted that sweet," he said.

Yoongi crawled off of Hoseok to lay in the grass next to him, then rolled onto his side to rest his head on his chest, intertwining their fingers once again. "Stay with me," he said.

"Huh?"

"Let's just stay like this for awhile," he repeated.

"I'm not going anywhere, honey boy," Hoseok reassured him.

The next time they visited Namjoon's house, Hoseok led Yoongi into the house with their fingers interlocked. Admiring the contour of Hoseok's neck and his fluffy hair from behind, a small smile slipped past Yoongi's lips. Hoseok looked back at him, returning his adoring gaze and making Yoongi blush profusely before looking away.

Hoseok chuckled, "Cute."

"Shut up."

To be honest, Yoongi expected some friendly banter about their relationship when they walked into Namjoon's living room, but to his relief, none of Hoseok's friends seemed surprised at all. Not when Hoseok led him by the hand, and not even when he sat in the armchair, immediately pulling Yoongi into his lap and wrapping his arms around his waist. They acted as if it was completely normal and never asked questions.

Jeongguk and Taehyung sat on the couch on either side of Jimin, each with an arm around him and beer in their free hands. The closeness of the three made Yoongi smile since it reminded him of his own childhood friends back home. He listened to them talk about their lives, the three of them still in high school while Namjoon and Seokjin were in college like Yoongi.

"Jeonggukkie, have you finished that painting yet? You've been locked away in your room every night, so I hope you at least have a good excuse for ditching us the other night," Jimin said, jabbing the maknae in his side.

"Fuck off, hyung," Jeongguk swatted away his hand. "I've started over three times on that damn painting. I can't get it right." The maknae puffed his cheeks and blew his bangs out of his eyes.

Taehyung turned to Yoongi, likely sensing the older boy's hesitation to join their conversation. "Jeonggukkie is an art student. He's been spending all summer locked away working on this painting. All for a girl," he started before Jeongguk smacked a hand over his mouth.

"Another word out of either of you and I'm not guaranteeing you'll live to see your senior year. Ignore them, Yoongi-hyung," he said.

Yoongi laughed at the three and relaxed back into Hoseok's arms, properly enjoying himself and even participating in the conversation with the five of them. He reflected on the change in his own behavior between the first time he met Namjoon and the boys and now - how he felt more comfortable and free to speak his mind. He tightened his hold on Hoseok's hand, silently thanking him for inviting him into his luminous world. Hoseok had turned his black and white world into a color-rich life over the course of the summer, and Yoongi was happy for it.

"By the way, Yoongi-hyung, when are you done with your internship?" Namjoon asked. Yoongi tensed and gripped Hoseok's hand tightly. Since he'd become so caught up in Hoseok, he hadn't thought about the future beyond the end of his internship. It wasn’t something he particularly wanted to start thinking about either, to the point where he changed the subject every time Hoseok brought it up. They both knew he was leaving by the end of the week, and now he was forced to face it.

"Friday." He relaxed again when Hoseok hugged him from behind, nuzzling his face into his hair and tickling the back of his neck with his steady breathing. "I move back to Seoul on Saturday."

Jeongguk craned his neck to look at Hoseok, who was still buried into Yoongi's neck. "Good luck with that, hyung. I don't think Hobi-hyung is going to let you go. You might have to drag him with you."

Jimin kicked the maknae's shin and shot him a sharp glare for dredging up the topic of their imminent separation, but Yoongi shrugged it off and just leaned his head back, resting it on Hoseok's. "I don't think I'd mind." He felt Hoseok smile into the back of his neck and let out a breathy laugh that tickled his skin.

"Watch yourself, Jeonggukkie," Hoseok threatened, looking over Yoongi's shoulder to glare at the maknae.

"What? I'm only telling the truth," Jeongguk said with a smirk that was wiped from his face when Namjoon lightly smacked him over the head with a newspaper. "Ouch! The fuck was that for?"

"Disrespecting your elders," Namjoon said with narrowed eyes.

Yoongi clutched a fist full of the fabric of Hoseok's soft, oversized t-shirt and leaned back to lay his head on his shoulder. "I wouldn't mind taking him off of your hands, but I think he might miss the five of you more than he lets on," he said.

Hoseok rested his chin on the top of Yoongi's head, pondering silently for a moment. "I don't know. If Jeongguk keeps it up I might not miss it quite as much as you think," he said with a laugh.

The maknae scoffed and frowned at his friend. "I can't believe you would give up our friendship so easily, hyung," he said, pretending to cry. "But I guess if it's Yoongi-hyung, I'll let him have you." The younger boy's face grew serious yet gentle, gently smiling as he looked at the two of them.

If Yoongi had to pinpoint when he felt like he'd truly found lasting friends, it would be that moment, in Namjoon’s living room where he sat with Hoseok buried into his neck while the rest poked and jabbed at each other.

“What time are you leaving tomorrow?” Hoseok asked between kisses as he hovered over Yoongi, running his fingers through his mint green hair.

“Afternoon,” Yoongi slurred, running his fingertips up and down Hoseok’s back. “Can we not talk about this right now?”

“I just wanted to make sure. I didn’t want to miss your train-”

“Hobi, shut up and kiss me.” He pulled his face down, so their lips crashed once again, and Hoseok complied without another word. Moving his hands from Yoongi’s soft hair to his face to caress his cheek with his thumb, he pulled back to look at Yoongi lovingly before trailing gentle kisses along his jaw to his neck.

“Do you know when you’re coming back?” the younger boy muttered into his neck, and Yoongi stiffened. A sharp pain ripped through his chest as he was forced to once again recognize that they were about to separate for the long term.

"I... " He tried to get the words out. Yoongi knew the reality was that neither of them knew if Yoongi's education and finances would allow him to return as soon as he would have liked, and Hoseok's admission to a local university kept him in a similar position. Hoseok pulled back to look at him for an answer, but his face fell when Yoongi was unable to give him one at all.

"It won't be long, right?"

"Of course it won't be, silly," Yoongi said, his jaw tightening and his breath hitching in his throat. An array of thoughts ran through his mind, upsetting him more and more as he spiraled further down. Would Hoseok forget him by the time he returned? Would he even remember his feelings and their experiences when they met again? If so, would he still feel the same as he did then? The thought of the other boy moving on and possibly separating them for good haunted Yoongi. Hoseok sensed it through his silence and the tormented expression on his face.

Hoseok leaned down to rest his forehead on Yoongi's, rubbing his thumb along his cheek to try and comfort him as he slowly unraveled beneath him. He tried to stay strong for his partner’s sake, but it was difficult to keep from tearing up when hot tears started to brim over Yoongi's lashes and ran down his cheeks.

"Don't cry, honey boy," he said. "You're going to make me cry, too."

"I don't want to go," Yoongi softly cried as he nuzzled into the crook of Hoseok's neck.

Hoseok pulled away and took his partner's face into his hands and smiled at him. It was the saddest smile Yoongi had ever seen cross his face, but even when Hoseok was at his lowest, his smile was still the most beautiful on earth.

"It's not permanent, hyung," Hoseok said. "We'll figure out something. I don't know how or when, but we'll think of something." He pinched Yoongi's cheeks before placing a gentle kiss on his forehead. Yoongi’s disgruntled mumbling made Hoseok smile, pushing away any tears he'd been trying to hold back since the moment Yoongi started crying. He tugged and pulled on Yoongi’s cheeks in every which direction, now fascinated by his dissatisfied grunts and the way his nose flared with every tug.

“Let go, Hobi,” Yoongi growled, half-heartedly trying to push him aside so he could sit up. His eyes flashed with mischief, but it was so brief that Hoseok wasn’t able to notice the change in his demeanor until Yoongi’s teeth made contact with his nose.

“Ouch!” Hoseok rolled off of his partner, mostly confused about what he’d just done. He rubbed at his nose. “Did you just bite me?”

“You tried to eat me just the other day. Fair is fair,” Yoongi said. He sat up and tilted his head to the side, looking down at Hoseok with a smirk.

“Fair is fair, huh? Well, in that case, hyung,” Hoseok rose from the ground and swept one arm under Yoongi’s bent knees, wrapping the other around his shoulders and pulling him up into his arms.

“Hey, wait a minute,” Yoongi said. “Hobi, where are you taking me?”

“Fair is fair, honey boy.” His face remained blank as he carried Yoongi toward the wooden docks, to which the shorter man became more alarmed at the sight of.

“Hobi, I take it back. I take it all back. Just put me down,” he stammered. As Hoseok stepped onto the dock, Yoongi became more aggressive. “Jung Hoseok, put me down right now!” he said, pounding on Hoseok’s chest.

“Just remember that I did this for your own good,” Hoseok calmly replied, then kissed the top of Yoongi’s head.

“Hobi, wait!”

Splash.

Hoseok squatted down to watch the short boy as he plummeted into the lake, eager to see his face when he came back up. After a quiet pause, he resurfaced, gasping for breath and glaring at Hoseok.

“You’re a dead man.”

“Really? Is that so?” Hoseok couldn’t help but grin at him. Soaked from head to toe and flailing his arms about until he grabbed onto the dock for support, Yoongi was about as threatening as a small, wet kitten.

That is until he grabbed Hoseok’s hand and pulled him into the water.

“Fair is fair, Hobi.”

“Fuck you,” he laughed, pushing his bangs back and running his fingers through his wet hair.

“Only if you ask nicely.” Yoongi was the first to climb out, kissing the weathered planks on the dock after he hauled himself out of the water.

Hoseok pulled himself up and onto the dock and sprawled out on the wood, his dripping wet clothes clinging to every contour of his body. Yoongi couldn’t help but stare.

Hoseok smirked and lightly punched his shoulder. “Hyung, you’re doing it again.”

“Doing what?” Yoongi pouted.

“Staring.”

A strong wind blew through the trees, and the two looked up to notice the dark clouds quickly moving in. Yoongi clambered to his feet, rubbing his shivering arms, and Hoseok followed.

“We should go,” Hoseok said. Lightning struck in the distance, followed by the low rumbling of thunder. Yoongi blinked when a few raindrops hit his face, then bolted for shelter with Hoseok in tow. He had good reason to run - the torrential downpour of rain caught up to them before they were able to make it back to Yoongi’s apartment.

The two boys stumbled into the door, slamming it shut behind them and dropping to the floor in exhaustion. After a few moments of catching their breath, Yoongi stood and offered his hand to Hoseok.

“Come on, let’s get you into something warm,” he said. Hoseok took his hand without a word and followed into Yoongi’s bedroom.

The apartment came fully furnished, so the plain comforter that came with Yoongi’s bed was tucked under the ends of the bed neatly, as it had been before he arrived for the summer. All of Yoongi’s personal belongings were carefully tucked away into a couple bags, ready for his early morning departure. He rustled through a bright red duffle bag and tossed a towel, a pair of black basketball shorts, and a white t-shirt at Hoseok’s head.

The fresh smell of fabric softener flooded Hoseok’s senses. It smelled like Yoongi and brought comfort to him. He stared at Yoongi’s glistening, wet skin as he peeled off the wet clothes and threw a towel over his head. Hoseok turned away when Yoongi began to change into dry underwear and shorts.

When he finished changing, Yoongi looked back at Hoseok who had not moved an inch since he was given the warm clothes to change into.

“Sorry, I forgot you’ll need underwear, too,” he said, oblivious to the fact that Hoseok had been checking him out just a few moments before. He dug through the duffle bag again and threw a pair of boxers his way.

“Wh- where’s your bathroom?” Hoseok stuttered.

“Oh. Around the corner on your left.”

A few minutes later, Hoseok emerged from the bathroom in Yoongi’s oversized shirt and shorts (though they weren’t oversized on him). Yoongi was already curled up on the couch in a giant fleece blanket with a coffee mug in both hands.

“I made tea if you want some,” he gestured toward a second mug on the coffee table, steam rising from the warm liquid and the sweet aroma of apple and cinnamon filling the room. Yoongi opened up the blanket to him, and Hoseok happily accepted, snuggling into his side and resting his head on Yoongi’s shoulder. He carefully took small sips of the hot tea while his partner flipped through the channels on the TV.

“Any preference on TV?” he asked.

Hoseok shook his head, then thought for a second. “Actually, no horror movies, please. My sister used to torment me with them when we were kids.” He curled his toes and brought his knees to his chest. Yoongi wrapped his free arm around him and rested his chin on the top of his head.

“That’s fine,” he said, settling on a romantic drama on some local station.

About half an hour into the film, it was clear that neither boy was as focused on the drama onscreen as they were on each others’ lips. Blanket still draped over the both of them, Yoongi hovered over Hoseok, slipping his hands under his shirt and over the muscles of his abs as their lips crushed together. Hoseok groaned when Yoongi’s hand moved dangerously close to the waistband of his shorts and ran his hands through mint hair excitedly.

“Honey boy, I-” he was interrupted by his own involuntary moan.

“We don’t have to go further if you don’t want to,” Yoongi said, peppering kisses along Hoseok’s neck.

“No, I want to.”

Hoseok was a little more than disappointed when Yoongi climbed off of the couch, but then he was pulled to his feet as Yoongi urged him into the bedroom. He shut the door behind them and stared at Yoongi’s slim figure with the glow of the streetlights outside the window as his only source of light. When Yoongi faced him again, he had a similar fire in his eyes and his breaths were shallow. Hoseok’s breath hitched in his throat when he was pushed against the bedroom door. Yoongi slipped the borrowed shirt up and over Hoseok’s head before letting his hands roam free over the well-defined muscles of the dancer’s torso.

“Hyung-”

“Hoseok,” he whispered against his throat, then ground their hips together.

Impatiently, Hoseok lifted Yoongi’s shirt over his head and stripped the boy of his shorts after getting rid of his own. He eagerly moved toward the bed, slipping under the soft sheets. The two men soon became a mess of tangled limbs and hot flesh, and only noises of pleasure echoed through the room. Hoseok intertwined the fingers of his left hand with Yoongi’s right, grabbing his ass with his free hand to keep him close.

Yoongi was the first to come undone - a hot, moaning mess. Hoseok followed closely as he moaned his partner’s name loudly and collapsed on top of him.

“Say it again,” Yoongi said with their foreheads pressed together.

“What?”

“My name. I like the sound of my name when you say it,” he said, touching his nose to Hoseok’s and softly kissing his bruised lips.

“Yoongi.”

“Again.”

Hoseok laughed and rolled off of him, laying next to each other in the king size bed. He pulled the comforter over their heads and flipped over to rest his head onto Yoongi’s shoulder, whispering sweet nothings into his ear.

\\\

The two woke up just before dawn, tangled up in each other and the messy sheets around them. Hoseok was the first to make sense of the situation, then searched for his phone with mild panic. He found it on the floor next to the bed, and he squinted as the bright light of the LCD screen flooded his eyes.

6:00 AM.

He relaxed. Thankfully the train didn’t leave until a few hours later, but they still needed to get up and around. Hoseok nudged Yoongi lightly; he’d gone back to sleep just moments after he began to stir.

“Hyung, wake up,” he whispered, shaking him gently. Rather than responding verbally, Yoongi curled into a ball and covered his face with a pillow. “Come on, hyung. It’s just after six.”

Yoongi groaned. “So?”

“You’ve gotta leave today, hyung,” Hoseok frowned.

“Not now,” he murmured. “Train doesn’t leave till nine-thirty.”

“Hyung, please. I want to spend time with you,” Hoseok pleaded. After several moments of nudging and poking at him, Yoongi finally sat up in bed with furrowed eyebrows and a cute little pout on his face.

“You’re lucky you’re so damn cute,” he said, trying to smooth down a tuft of hair that stuck straight up at the back of his head.

“Good morning to you too, hyung,” Hoseok laughed and pecked his lips.

“Good morning, sunshine,” Yoongi kissed him back, then promptly fell back onto the bed, dragging Hoseok back down with him.

It wasn’t until Hoseok started to peel the sheets and blankets off the bed that Yoongi finally crawled off of the mattress over an hour later.

“You don’t have to clean the comforter but you need to at least clean the sheets for your landlord, hyung” Hoseok scolded him lightly, hauling the big ball of sheets out of the dryer and stretching them back over the mattress a couple hours later. After he finished making the bed, Hoseok pulled his clothes from yesterday out of the dryer, now warm and dry thanks to Yoongi’s hospitality. He stared at the wad of fabric in his hands, not really wanting to take off the borrowed clothes to change into his own.

“You can keep them,” Yoongi said, leaning against the frame of the door with a smirk on his face and one hand on his hip. When he snuck past him, his lips brushed the spot behind Hoseok’s ear. “That shirt looks better on you anyway,” he said before moving through the living room to clean up the mess from the previous night and put his unpacked belongings back into their bags.

Hoseok’s heart skipped a beat and his head rushed with a feeling of giddiness. It wasn’t long before the sadness at the back of his mind crept back in, though. He checked the clock again.

8:30 AM.

“Hyung, are you almost ready? Shit, we need to go.” He searched around for his hyung frantically, terrified that he was going to make him miss his train.

Though he couldn’t say for certain that he would be completely upset if Yoongi had to stay one more night.

He was relieved when the shorter boy stood before him, fully dressed in a plaid button-down and skinny jeans, with his two bags and train ticket in hand.

“Hoseok,” Yoongi said softly, looking into his eyes and bringing his hand to his cheek. His own eyes began to tear up, but he blinked the tears away and leaned on his toes to kiss Hoseok.

“Yoongi,” Hoseok said hesitantly, remembering what he’d said the night before about saying his name.

After a few moments of standing with their foreheads and noses pressed together, taking in each others’ presence, they stepped out of Yoongi’s apartment for the final time, leaving the key in a drop box for the landlord.

The cab ride to the train station was painfully silent - neither of the boys wanted to acknowledge what was happening until the last possible moment. When they finally arrived at the station, Hoseok sat on the bench next to the platform, pulled Yoongi into his lap, and buried his face into his back. Yoongi relaxed into him and laid back to rest his head on Hoseok’s. He kept a death grip on Hoseok’s wrists in his lap up until the whistle of the approaching train flooded his ears.

The platform rumbled and the smell of exhaust burned Yoongi’s nostrils. When he stood up to wait for the train to come to a halt, Hoseok spun him around and pulled him close and held his face with both hands. He dipped the shorter boy back, kissing him lovingly and passionately. If people were gawking or making noises of protest, neither boy noticed as they were too wrapped up in each other.

“Call me when you get back to Seoul,” Hoseok said with closed eyes.

“I will,” Yoongi said with his voice barely above a whisper.

“Yoongi,” Hoseok exhaled as he said his name.

“Yes?”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too, Hoseok,” Yoongi said with a cracked voice and shaky breaths.

They hugged until the conductor called for people to board, then kissed once more before reluctantly pulling apart. Yoongi held himself together, waving meekly at Hoseok as he stepped onto the train, then collapsing into his seat once he was out of sight. He managed to hold himself together until the staff came around, collecting tickets and offering drinks and snacks from a slim cart. He pulled his mask over his face and turned favorite white snapback around to hide his eyes with the curved bill of the hat. He took one last look at his lock screen - a picture of himself and Hoseok - before quietly crying himself to sleep.

One year later

After having braved the cold autumn wind that whipped through the center of the campus, Yoongi stumbled into the warmth and safety of the university union’s coffee shop. After only one week of classes, he was in desperate need of coffee, or as he liked to call it, liquid therapy. He kept his head down while he waited in line, not really interested in any of the people around him or the busy atmosphere of the coffee shop. When he was finally next, he lifted his head to look up at the menu board and order, but before he could even mutter a single word of his order, he was interrupted.

“A medium coffee, no cream or sugar, right?”

God damn it. Does every barista have it out for him, or-

“Hoseok.”

His heart did a few dozen flips the moment he saw Hoseok’s smile - that beautiful smile, brighter than the fucking sun - from the other side of the counter.

“Why the fuck didn’t you tell me-”

“Didn’t know until last week.”

Yoongi tugged him down by the collar of his uniform, pressing their lips together in a chaste kiss and then letting him go. After he handed him his student ID for his payment, he looked at him lovingly and moved aside in line.

“Call me when you get off work.”

Hoseok nodded in recognition and carried on, taking the next customer’s order. Yoongi was hesitant to leave a few moments later when his order was called, but he was going to be late for his last class. He took the cup and waved at Hoseok as he headed back into the cold wind, then took one glance at the cup and nearly spit out his drink.

I love you, frumpy boy :) it read.

He broke into laughter like a madman in the middle of the sidewalk.

“Yeah, you’re lucky I love you, too.”

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