#and the fucking hyung line is done w our shit

[jeonqqin]

me and my lovely moots as the OG gang because;

why not?

@mikoto-ica-fics as Bang Chan

reasons why;

mica is our grandpa

mica is also hot asfucck

got those calm leader vibes

also the only sain one

is loGical

but also will most likely skin someone for her babies (hehe that’s us)

but she still complains when we bother her

we are her biggest hassle

also is the shyest baby when getting complimented (pls compliment her, it’s hilarious)

wants everyone to be healthy and happy

#stoptalkingaboutalcohol

#andstartpayingattentiontoyourkids

#theyregettingaway

definitely needs more sleep

@mini-meanhoe as Lee Minho

reasons why;

summer is always spouting something sexual

she owns all of us let’s be honest

will probably eliminate one of us in the future

has definitely thought about killing all us younger ones

endless supply of people thirsting over her

(probably) has killed someone just by looking at them

BDE (big dick energy) to the MAX

has a secret closet(???)

won’t tell us what’s in it but I have my suspicions

cute but will rip your face off if you call her that

I suggest that you do not call her cute if you want to live

unless you’re alice then you can do whatever you want smh

@chanonymous as Seo Changbin

reasons why;

seems super mysTeriOus

but is a big ol softy

has the same energy as “binsual”

bc yeah she pretty hot

I LOVE DARKEU PFF—

acts all tough

but really she be a baby

unintentionally adorable

but like,, I feel like she will knock your lights out

and that’s hot too shoot—

her duality is too much for this world

will be a cute ass baby one second

but then turn around and kick your ass

@lixiefe as Hwang Hyunjin

reasons why;

okay hear me out

don’t you dare question me on this okay?

mal is the cutest creature on this earth and that is what’s up

and she could be talking like a regular person one second just being all adorable

then BAM

your heart is in peices

but like in the best way

understand?

also like she is aesthetic asFUCK

she’s gorgeous

so gorgeous

and the sweetest thing to ever walk this earth

and none of us deserve her *sigh*

@jeonqqin (ME DUDE) as Han Jisung

reasons why;

you can’t deny

I’m a whiny asshole

with everything

especially with alice

but I’m also loud, hyper, and clingy ASFUCK

22nd century fashion bITCH

squirrel cheeks ™

and I’m good at everything hA and super duper handsome

(not really..... unless ���)

so yknow

jisung guys

I rest my case

@ammuqwer as Lee Felix

reasons why;

this is the most obvious choice

she’s perfect

TELL. ME. IM. WRONG. I. DARE. YOU.

erryone wants to smash istg

everyone’s favorite

it’s unfair

but she cute so I get it

and shit she’s my favorite too

AND THE DUALITY FUCK

it’s like she’s two different people guys

she will melt your soft ass heart with her cuteness

then fuckin kill you with her coy unabashed BABENESS

idec if that isn’t a word, that’s what she is

a fuckin B A B E

and a B A B Y

but don’t be fooled

she WILL kick your ass

but yknow if you’re into that go ahead and make her mad

@hiddenskz as Kim Seungmin

reasons why;

her and mal work together to fucking kill us all

a part of the duality squad with mal and alice

those three hurt us

I also want to mention that she is one of the babiest of babies goSh

but don’t get me wrong

she’s a coY LITTLE SHIT

but it’s okay bc she cute

lowkey tho don’t tell her I said that

she kinda scares me

bc like???

she’s still confusing to me guys just *SIGH*

SHES HOT AND I DONT KNOW HOW TO TAKE IT BC SHES ALSO CUTE AND ADORABLE BUT LIKE IM ALSO SCARED OF HER WHICH MAKES HER EVEN HOTTER GUYS MY LIFE IS TOO HARD

oh yeah she’s also our lil puppy :)

@yangomangos as Yang Jeongin

reasons why;

cmon

its obvious isn’t it?

OG brat

also OG baby

BUT SHES GROWING UP SO FAST I—

IT HURTS

everything she does is cute tbh

like she could just say “good morning” to me

and I’ll literally fall to my knees with tears running down my face

bc this little shit is our BABY

HOW DARE SHE HURT ME BY BEING SO PRECIOUS

she also kinda scary like

where’s your parents??

sorry what did you say??

I’m calling child protective services

that kinda scary

but I love her and we all love her so it’s okay

LMAO ily guys so much you all mean the world to me so please don’t kill me after this okay BYE

[nsfwjay]

oOOOOoh bOY i think about hyungline 5some on the daily basis i shit u not-

Yes, I agree that Sunghoon and Jay would be the more dominant ones while Jake n Heeseung would be more laid back and just there to have a good fuck! AND JAY BEING THE VOYEUR BF ENJOYING IT FROM A CORNER IN THE ROOM JACKING OFF TO THE SIGHT OF YOU BEING USED? smeggci. I swear. He won't hesitate to bark orders here and there, and maybe occasional degrading lines like "Look at you pup, what a view.. Like being filled with their cocks, huh?"

I also think about how Hee, like previously mentioned, would be more laid back and less serious but he wouldn't hesitate to get a lil bit stern w you if you decide to act out?? Like.. mayb a lil disrespect to him, n he'll be like "Now just bcs I don't show off like Jay and Hoon, doesn't mean I have less experience than them. If anything, I can probably fuck you better," since like,, he's older than them n all,, I dunno tho? They would probs just giggle at Hee's lil outburst and maybe that'll motivate him to fuck you even harder HNDJSNS

Also I think the way it would go is after Jay tells you about how his friends r gonna join in, and preps you for a bit, Jake would def go in first?? He'd be so flirty on purpose to get you blushy and rile Jay up.. Anyways, after Jake's done pounding you all the way to heaven, and making you see stars with the help of his skilled dirty talking skills, it'd probably be Heeseung's turn, and Hoon would join in after a while.. Jay's waiting ever-so-patiently and in amusement too :'D

After Hee's done, Hoon's still teasing you with overstim even though you're already sobbing and your face is wet (unknown if it was due to the drool or tears).. And Jay finally joins in??? And oh lord. They both would be such hard, sadistic mean doms.. Manhandling your already fucked out, fragile body... Degrading you but praising you at the same time?? "Such a good whore for us, hm? Took two cocks so well already.. you can handle ours too, can't you, pup?" *one of them chuckles* "Of course she can, what else to expect from a cockslut like her? Besides, we'll make her take it. She can and she will, right, princess?"

Anyways, enha hyung line brainrot. That's all for now, unless you'd like me to elaborate more 👍

p. s. I like to use sincerely as a fun signature thing BDNJSNSJSN

Sincerely,

- 🍷

omg if i think abt it lots of the stuff on my blog can be linked as one storyline..... imagine hyungline 5some after the Short Skirt Incident but instead of going the jealousy sex w jay <3 route jay proposes a 5some for your slutty holes to finally be fulfilled <3 when he asks if u want all 4 of them to fuck u you're not sure if he's just joking and will rip what u want away from u but he assures you he's not playing games and will gladly let his 3 friends use your holes

dude omg heeseung as a soft dom would be so. painful bro if he's disappointed/mad with you you will literally feel so guilty cuz he'll say things like "i thought you were a good girl, i was jealous of jay for having such a good little angel but turns out i was wrong, hm?" same w jake actually...... but jake is just more smug about it he is just so smug throughout the whole thing

depending on the situation i think it would be even generous for jay to give u any prep at all....... back to the bruises hc and honestly heeseung and jake would b perfect to prep u and lull u into a false sense of security, before sunghoon gets his turn and MAN he would fuck u up..... gently, condescendingly and psychologically before jay just fucks you up all over<3

if anyone is up for this idea..... what about double penetration... with two of the members (but not jay, he gets the final sloppy seconds (thirds....)) and you are just moaning so pornographically, losing yourself in pleasure riding two of his friends' cocks, jay almost cums himself before remembering that he still wants to fuck you, so he just stands up and participates actively for the first time this whole night, wrapping his hand around your throat and lifting your head up just the slightest, revelling in the way your eyes roll back in pleasure <3

[meltwonu]

| 🍒 CH-CH-CHERRY BOMB! 🍒 |     [CHAPTER 19]

pairing; dom!seungcheol x camgirl!reader

this chapter’s notes; camshow, powerbottom!seungcheol, brat!seungcheol, dom!reader, restraints(handcuffs), sex toys, dirty talk, degradation, dumbificiation, spitplay, yall the way i be using DDD like i’m guy fieri in this bitch ☠️ dkjfhdskh Also, merry christmas if you celebrate it!! Happy holidays!! Be safe, enjoy your day~💕 I’d say this is my gift to yall but I update every friday, I just so happen to be uploading on christmas LOL Although, Cherry Bomb has been a gift to write 🥺!! One more chapter after this, I can’t believe it... But also first chapter of DD next week 😳 Hehe~ as always, inbox roundup this weekend! Enjoy ch 19 and have a great weekend everyone!! ❤️🍒💕

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“Hyung… Are you… Okay?”

Seungcheol drops the set of skates in his hold; eye twitching when he turns to face both Seokmin and Jeongguk who stare back at him with a concerned gaze. “You haven’t moved from this spot in the last 15 minutes, Jeongguk was starting to get worried… And honestly, me too. You look like you’ve seen a ghost. Or three.”

“I, uh, yeah, I’m good.” Seungcheol laughs it off, shaking his head and letting out a deep breath he didn’t realize he was holding in. “It’s just… Well, I don’t wanna spoil anything but I’m just nervous for tonight.” He bites his bottom lip, remembering when you’d posted the notice to your homepage that basically sealed in the plans you had for him and really, what he had in store for you too.

The two younger males share a look, eyebrows raised. “Whatever’s got you this nervous must be good ‘cause you literally just zoned out and turned into a mannequin for 15 minutes. It was weird!” Jeongguk laughs; half in nervousness for Seungcheol and half in amusement. “Me and Seokmin snapped a few pics too. For posterity.”

Seungcheol rolls his eyes before he picks up the pair of skates again, “Okay, okay, enough with the teasing. Get back to work before Namjoon-hyung sees us all over here!”

“We could say the same to you!”

“Interesting setup…” Seungcheol mutters, eyes glossing over the vibrator, pink fuzzy handcuffs, and cockring that are neatly lined up on the bed. “Should I be concerned that this looks a little too normal?”

You laugh under your breath as you readjust your bra strap one last time before easing onto the bed yourself; patting the spot next to you. “Nah, trust me, it’s not gonna be that crazy. Now c’mere, we only have 10 minutes ‘til we need to start and you’re just standing there fidgeting like we’re about to fuck for the first time ever.”

“Damn, we should’ve done a show with a corruption kink or something.”

“Hey, it’s never too late!”

artist8hao: this looks relatively normal considering the notice

kitty_junjun has donated $75

gc__koo: yea… and considering how i found hyung earlier

alphagyu97: ???

alphagyu97: wdym

gc__koo: mans was a statue 

xcaliburDK: yea it was weird, it was like he was possessed 

sleepy_wonu: wait u work with him too??

therealchan99: wait is that why u almost quit?

xcaliburDK: can we not talk about me right now thank u

universe_WZ has donated $75

angelhan has donated $100

artist8hao has donated $50

“Well! Aren’t you all a lively bunch tonight!” You giggle softly, wrapping an arm around one of Seungcheol’s as he tenses up under your touch. “Seungcheol’s so tense tonight! Can we get some words of encouragement for him before we start~”

gc__koo: ayyyy my man its gonna be ok

hoshi_tiger_xx: think of it this way, any of us would pay to be in your position rn

tangerine_kwan: l i t e r a l l y

chwenon: its not like ur getting pegged 

chwenon: right

Seungcheol’s cheeks bloom a bright pink, wide eyes meeting yours as you laugh loudly. “Wait, is that what the vibrator is for ‘cause I--”

“No, no, no! Seungcheol’s not getting pegged tonight, okay?” Grinning, you ease off the bed and make your way towards the nightstand as Seungcheol watches you from behind.

You grab the item, smiling as you hide it from Seungcheol’s view for a little while longer.

“See, when we, really just I, decided to do this back to back camshow for the last time, I really wanted to try something new, y’know? But nothing too far out there ‘cause I didn’t wanna push our boundaries too much.” You move your hand, flashing the object in front of Seungcheol’s face as he raises an eyebrow.

“A gopro?”

Nodding, you show it to the camera, “Mmhmm~ The quality is gonna go down a bit but I think it’ll be okay! It’ll be worth it~” You set it down next to the array of toys, winking at the camera before settling in next to Seungcheol again.

You lean into his side, grabbing his arm and putting it on your inner thigh as you moan. “Thought that they’d like a new view of us, y’know? Instead of just the static view that we usually have. Now you can film me riding your cock and get a good view of it for the camera~” Seungcheol smirks as he drags his hand up your thigh; fingertips grazing against your panties as you mewl.

“So that’s the game you wanna play tonight, huh, baby? You wanna film each other up close and personal for everyone to see?”

He can feel his cock twitch in his sweats, already eager to see where this went.

“Well…” You bite the inside of your cheek, face hot as you pry his hand off of you. “Actually, I want you up by the headboard while I set up this gopro. Think you can shimmy up there, ‘Cheol?”

The male nods slowly, shuffling towards the headboard as you turn to the camera. “The stream’s probably gonna cut out for a sec while I set this up but please be patient with me, okay?” Winking, you quickly set up the gopro before cutting out the stream to fiddle with the settings and changing it so that the stream was coming from the gopro instead.

“Ah, good! It works!” You make sure everyone can see you from the smaller device before you’re rejoining Seungcheol on the bed; eyes twinkling with mischief as you hand the gopro to him before reaching for the toys you’d laid out.

chwenon: im rly curious about this

universe_WZ: i know, same

alphagyu97: fuck the angles we’re about to get with this for future shows tho

hoshi_tiger_xx: oh hell yeah

Seungcheol holds onto the gopro, making sure to film you as you hold the vibrator in your hand. “Let’s start with this first, huh?” You don’t waste a second before you’re turning the toy on and pressing it against his clothed cock.

“Oh, s-shit!” He almost loses his grip on the small camera when his body threatens to double over at the vibrations that quickly have shivers running up his spine. “Oh fuck, that’s---that’s so s-strong!” Seungcheol’s hips cant up, grinding against the vibrations when he realizes how good it actually feels.

“Strong? It’s only the lowest setting, baby. Is your cock that sensitive?” You smile; voice laced with a teasing lilt and the pieces start to fall for Seungcheol when you seem to spit his own words back at him.

“That’s h-how it’s gonna be, huh?” He grits out, jaw clenched when you raise the setting to the second highest. “F-fuck, you---”

“What? We’re playing like I wanna tonight, right, ‘Cheollie?” Licking your lips, you lean in close to the camera before your lust filled eyes meet his.

“And tonight, you’re just my dumb little fucktoy that I get to play with, aren’t you?”

Seungcheol tugs against the fuzzy pink handcuffs that keep him bound to the headboard; gritting his teeth when you turn off the toy for the third time.

“Ah, ah, ah, don’t move around too much, Seungcheol. Dumb little fucktoys should be good and stay still, right?”

“Right.” Muttering, he watches as you bring the camera closer to his cock again, filming the vibrator that you tap against the cock head; both covered in precum.

“Your cock is already so hard~ God you’re so fuckin’ easy~” You squirm a little from where you straddle his thighs; already wanting to sit on his cock but also knowing you still wanted to play with him a little longer while you had him underneath you.

angelhan: goddamn she’s so fucking hot when shes the dom???

therealchan99: the way i would pay her to choke me and spit in my mouth

alphagyu97: she could put me on a leash and i’d bark without question

You turn on the toy again, pressing it against his cock as he groans and thrusts his hips up. “Ah! We should use the last toy, before you end up cumming without my permission.” Seungcheol lets out a choked sob at the way you sound so cheery, eyes looking up towards the ceiling while you set the vibrator down in favor of the cockring.

Wrapping a hand around his cock, you work you hand up and down as you smear the precum down his shaft. “Hmm~ Bet you’d cum right now if I just sucked you off, huh?”

“Dunno, why don’t you sink your pretty ‘lil mouth down on me and find out?” He snarkily replies.

You shoot him an angelic smile; one that makes him realize he really shouldn’t have said anything when you hurriedly ease the cockring down until it sits at the base of his cock. Grabbing the vibrator again, you turn it onto its highest setting before bringing it back to his cock and holding it parallel to his shaft. “You’re so mouthy~ You should really be careful with that~”

Seungcheol lets out a sharp, shaky breath; eyes wider than saucers when he feels his abdomen tightening and the pleasure rapidly building up in his body. “W-wait, but---but, ah, h-hold on, it--it feels like I’m g-gonna cum!” He tugs against his restraints as his entire body squirms and thrashes against the bed at the sensations that flood his body.

“Ah, you really are so fuckin’ easy for me, Seungcheol~”

A weird feeling washes over Seungcheol when he feels his cock twitching; mouth open in stuttered breaths as his eyebrows furrow. It felt like an orgasm, but at this point, he can’t even tell. “Wh--what?” He lets out a drawn out groan, throwing his head back against the pillows just as you shut the toy off and toss it to the side.

“I think you just experienced your first dry orgasm, huh? Not so fun being on the other side, is it? Being played with~” You laugh teasingly, readjusting yourself until you’re grinding down onto his cock. instead. “Mmh, I’m gonna use your cock and I’m gonna make myself cum and you can’t do anything about it~ Just my own personal fucktoy watching me get off~”

You take the gopro and set it down right on Seungcheol’s chest, “Don’t move, or else.” He nods once shakily, watching as you lift yourself up and position his cock right at your soaking entrance. 

The two of you share a moan once you finally start to sink down onto his cock but Seungcheol knows he won’t actually be able to cum anytime soon.

chwenon: they rly said VIEWS on this one

gc__koo: honestly, i aint even tryna get off i just like watching knowing hyung is lowkey suffering

gc__koo has donated $100

gc__koo: its like a reward

kitty_junjun: he’ll be lucky if he even gets to cum again lbr

sleepy_wonu: oh how the tables have turned huh?

sleepy_wonu has donated $100

tangerine_kwan: wait but…

tangerine_kwan: if today was her idea and tomorrow is his…

chwenon: uh oh

artist8hao: oh i didnt even think about that

artist8hao has donated $100

artist8hao: for the aftercare funds  

kitty_junjun: dont be too hard on her!!

kitty_junjun: also breakfast on me when ur not too tired

You start bouncing in his lap, loud moans on your lips when his cock curves perfectly into your g-spot.

“Oh, fuh--fuck, your cock is so g-good! Fuckin’ hits me so, hah, d-deep!”

Seungcheol can’t do anything but grit his teeth and let you alternate between bouncing on his lap and swiveling your hips atop his own; jaw clenched tight. “Y-yeah? Your so-called sex toy fucks you g-good? I don’t even have to, ah, do anything, all I have to do is lay here and you’d cum, huh?” He smirks up at you, convincing himself he’s one-upped you when you pout and halt your movements.

He lets out a soft groan when you clench around him and you’re quick to grab the gopro still sitting on his chest before turning the camera towards him.

“Such a bold mouth you’ve got. But don’t forget, you’re the one handcuffed to the bed and you’ve got a cockring on, baby~ I can give you more dry orgasms if you’d like?” You lick your lips, “Be a good little fucktoy and open your mouth for me.”

Seungcheol narrows his eyes before obeying, lips parting hesitantly. “Now, stick your tongue out.” You turn the camera and hold it from the side; filming yourself as you let a glob of spit fall from your lips, directly onto Seungcheol’s waiting tongue.

A shiver runs up his spine when he draws his tongue back in to swallow the saliva, hazy eyes staring back up at you when he parts his lips to show you that he’s swallowed it all down.

“See? You can be so obedient. You just choose to be a brat.”

“Where’s the fun if I make it easy for you? And it’s cute watching you trying to dom me when we both know how much you like being under me.”

You resume your movements, swiveling your hips as you set the gopro back down onto his chest. “Ah, all the things I could do to you right now, ‘Cheol~ We should do this again so I can try some wax play on you… Or, hah, m-maybe even ice play? Since your body is so fuckin’ sensitive. Bet you’d be so fuckin’ cute cumming over and over and whining when the overstimulation starts to bite~”

It only takes a second for Seungcheol to mentally say ‘screw it’ before he uses all his strength to plant his feet down onto the bed and start thrusting up into you. Your body jerks on top of him, surprised noises spilling from your lips at the strength he exerts in his frustration.

“My body’s sensitive? You take one look at me and your panties are fuckin’ soaked.” Seungcheol scoffs, watching as you grab the gopro and set it to the side before it topples off of him. “I might be your dumb little fucktoy today but you’re mine too. My dumb ‘lil cocksleeve that only knows how to beg me for cock. Your pussy was made for me, baby. Don’t forget that.”

The pleasure builds inside your body as you meet his thrusts and for a second, you contemplate taking off the handcuffs and the cockring, but instead deciding to keep them on. Unless he begged.

“Fuck, S--Seungcheol, ‘m g-gonna cum~” You reach down, fingertips on your clit as you hurry to throw yourself over the edge of an orgasm. “That’s right, cum on my cock like the desperate ‘lil cock hungry girl you are.” He growls in frustration; wanting to cum but knowing he wouldn’t be able to unless you took the cockring off.

“Oh god, Seungcheol!”

Your walls flutter around his cock and he lets out a garbled moan at how good you feel when you cum; exhaling harshly at the frustration of not being able to cum with you. “That’s right, bet it feels good with my cock inside your tight ‘lil cunt, huh?”

He halts his movements just as you opt to grind down on him, fingertips still rubbing and pinching at your clit as you ride out your high. “Mmh, bet you wanna cum too, don’t you, ‘Cheol? Wanna, ngh, fill my p-pussy up with your cum like you always do~ But do you even deserve it? Or should I leave you here and let you cool down?”

alphagyu97: the energy we’ve created in the studio tonight

xcaliburDK: i know, holy shit

angelhan: i feel like i'm actually scared for this man im ngl

alphagyu97: if she lets u cum ur a lucky man

You let out a sultry moan; body filled with warmth as the last bits of your orgasm wash over you. “You’ve been so mouthy and bratty but I wanna feel you cum too, so I’ll be nice tonight~”

Smart move, he thinks.

Raising yourself off of his cock, you let out a whimper at the emptiness you feel; pussy clenching around emptiness as you settle back down onto his thighs that are slick with your wetness. “Mmh… On second thought… Why don’t you beg a little? Lemme hear how much you wanna cum~”

He feels his cock twitch and realizes you won’t make this any easier. “Fuck, okay, p-please.... Please take the cockring off so I can cum… I--I wanna cum inside your pretty ‘lil cunt, fuck, I don’t even care if you just jerk me off just---just please take it off! I’ll t-take it easy on you tomorrow, I s-swear!” Seungcheol almost accidentally spoils his ideas for his planned camshow and he quickly bites his bottom lip before he accidentally says too much.

“That was weak but it’s okay. Dumb fucktoys don’t need to think much, do they? Only good for being used like a toy~”  You pout mockingly at him before you’re easing the cockring off of him and Seungcheol lets out a guttural moan when you immediately wrap a hand around his cock and start jerking him off.

“You weren’t very nice with your words tonight so you’ll cum with just my hand.”

“Fu--fuck, that’s fine, just let m-me cum, please!”  You work your hand up and down his shaft, giggling when you already feel his cock throbbing in your hand when you run your hand from the base to the tip.

“Cum for me, Seungcheol~”

He lets out a small whine, eyes clamped shut when he finally cums and for the first time in his life, he feels himself momentarily black out with how hard his orgasm hits him. Ropes of cum hit his chest as you work him through it, alternating the tightness of your grip on his cock as he whines and moans in return.

“Ah, you’re cumming so much this time~ You’re making such a mess!” You tease.

Seungcheol can barely hear a word you say through the ringing in his ears once his orgasm starts to ebb away and he feels himself slump against the bed as he catches his breath.

His chest rises and falls in deep breaths and he feels you leaning over him to undo the handcuffs; tired sighs on his lips as he tries to focus on you through bleary eyes. He can feel his entire body twitching and he swears his arms have. gone numb from being handcuffed to the headboard. “You’re gonna get it tomorrow, I swear…” He mutters, no real threat to his tired words. 

“Hey, you said you were gonna take it easy on me tomorrow!”

“Yeah, well...” 

tangerine_kwan: yo im excited to see the sequel to this

gc__koo: i have some… ideas

gc__koo: things r falling into place

gc__koo: my brain is expanding

hoshi_tiger_xx: i feel like its gonna be intense lol

xcaliburDK: knowing hyung…

xcaliburDK has donated $100

xcaliburDK: if u call into work on monday i wont even question it

“Here, you need to drink this, ‘Cheol!”

The said male groans as he tugs a pillow into his arms, already on the brink of sleeping when you finally end your camshow. “But ‘m tired…” He whines. “Can’t we just go to bed and clean up in the morning? The cum on my chest is already dried, it won’t get on the sheets.” You roll your eyes in return, sitting next to him on the bed.  

“Oh, so now you’re being a big baby? I’m just trying to get you to drink some water and we need to get you at least a little cleaned up for bed. You can’t go to bed like this, y’know. And anyway, we need to be in top condition for tomorrow show too. We gotta get cleaned up and eat a little something.” You laugh under your breath, shaking your head as he only whines harder. 

“C’mon, I always do it for you, right?”

He nods only once before he’s sitting up tiredly; a shaky hand reaching for the glass of water you hold out to him. You immediately take notice of the slight redness around his wrists, pouting as you help him finish the glass before setting it down onto the nightstand.

“Your wrists got so red from the handcuffs, ‘Cheol… You should’ve said something if it hurt, I would’ve taken them off…”

Seungcheol grins at you, eyes unfocused with sleepiness. “Who said it hurt? I didn’t even feel that in comparison to that horrible dry orgasm you made me experience. God, it was like… Like when you have a dream but it feels real until you try to grab for something and realize you can’t?”

The two of you share a laugh as you help Seungcheol off of the bed so that the two of you could properly get cleaned up before he flopped back down onto the sheets.

“Yeah? Trust me, that wasn't even the worst I could’ve done! You’re lucky I took it easy for my first time!”  

[peaches-writes]

party night

prompt 2: “But it looks like it’s enjoying itself!”

member: minho / lee know wc: 1.9k genre: fluff, bakeneko au, neighbor au, the crackiest fic you’ll ever read in a while warning: explicit language note: finally it’s done it took a while and it’s not even good it’s so trippy sldjflskdf but i’ve been slumped with work rawr + idk i didnt do my research im so sorry this was quick bc i still hav hw lskdfjsldjk

“Swswswswsws...” You hiss continuously as you point your flashlight into the darkness of the forestry ahead, turning your head to your neighbor after. “Ji, what’s your pet’s name again? It might respond if we called it by its name, you know. It’s been five minutes since we’ve been looking for it.”  

“P-Pet? I don’t—”Jisung briefly stops walking and squints his eyes at you, accidentally pointing his own phone’s flashlight to your face when you turn around to face him at immediately noticing his pause. You hold your free hand up to your face in instinctive response to his accidental action, wincing in pain of the bright light to which Jisung guiltily heaves a sigh at. That was close! “A-Ah, I mean!—L-Lee Know! His...yeah, the cat’s name is Lee Know!”      

You furrow your eyebrows and bring your hand down once Jisung apologizes and points his flashlight elsewhere, a confused frown settling on your lips. “Lee Know? You named him?” 

“Y-Yeah?” He raises his own eyebrows curiously, jogging up the remaining distance to you when you beckon for him to continue walking deeper into the forest with you. It’s time like these when the eco-friendly agenda our village has going on is such a hassle, Jisung groans internally to himself, Minho could be anywhere in this forest...that idiot. “Why’d you ask?” 

You shrug, flinching when a distant rustling faintly goes through your ears. When you point your flashlight towards its direction, however, you only see, much to your disappointment, a raccoon scurrying away. “It’s just—and don’t get offended!—Lee Know sounds a bit of a choice for a cat’s name.” You explain sheepishly, looking away in case he does get offended. “I actually thought Minho named him...given his generally weird tendencies. Maybe he got tired of naming pets cutely like Soonie, Doongie, and Dori or something so I thought, you know...”

Jisung snickers under his breath as you explain, frantically shaking his head and waving his hands when you surprisingly hear and ask him about it. Tell that to him when you see him, he so badly wants to tell you but he opts to quietly continue looking for his roommate instead, mirroring you and pointing his flashlight towards every inch of the path. 

“It’s that ridiculous, huh?” He jokes, to which your eyes widen at. When he peers over your shoulder and notices this, he immediately lets out a hearty laugh. “Don’t worry, it’s cool. I think it’s ridiculous for a cat too.” 

Your shoulders unintentionally relax at this and you muster up a laugh as well. “It sounds like a stage name.” 

“It’s swag, apparently.” 

After five more minutes of walking (and not much progress in finding clues as to where the cat went but misleading footprints of foxes and more raccoons), you stop right under the warning sign your village’s Homeowners Association, placed right before the forest’s restricted area. “Nothing.” You turn around on your surroundings twice before concluding against the stillness of the night and the distant cricketing, facing Jisung again with a disappointed expression. “We can’t go beyond the subdivision limits, Ji. I’m so sorry.” 

Jisung glances between you and the angry ‘No Trespassing’ sign in thought, biting his lip down as he ponders on what to do next. It’s either he risks having you see more than one supernatural creature tonight and drag you with him past village limits or he pretends to go back to the village with you then run all the way back to the other side of the forest and continue looking for his escaped roommate. Then why did I ask Y/N to help me look for Minho in the first place? Jisung asks himself as he scratches his head in the hopes that his last functioning braincell could make a quick decision. 

“Ji?” You elbow him gently when he takes too long to think. Only then does he notice that you’ve already taken a step back from the village limits, body twisted and facing the path back. “Let’s go back, maybe it’s better looking for Lee Know in the morning.” 

“A-Ah, but—” Jisung raises his free hand, as if reaching out to you and tugging you back. Before he could finish his thought, however, he sees a brilliant white light reflect back in your eyes and when he turns around, his eyes widen at colorful lanterns approaching from the trees. “Oh, shit...” 

“What the fuck is that?” You ask in a whisper, instinctively going back to Jisung’s side in fear. When the lanterns draw nearer, you start making out figures of raccoons, foxes, rabbits, and cats dancing on their hind legs. “What the hell?” 

Jisung slaps a hand up to his forehead and purses his lips, gritting his teeth hardly in frustration. Too late, he thinks to himself as he turns to you, eyes wide and mouth agape in bewilderment. “Y/N, listen to me—” 

But again, he’s cut off by a certain orange and white cat catching your attention, waving at you with its paws. “Hi, Y/N!” Minho waves at you casually in his cat form, his smile peeking out of the rainbow towel on his head. “We’re doing a conga line around the forest if you want to join!” 

“I...” You freeze, leaning back in confusion. “T-That’s...Lee Know?” 

“Um...” Jisung turns to you, meeting your unreadable expression. You look simultaneously shocked, horrified, and curious but with a small smile threatening to slip into your features. “I can explain!” 

“He sounds like—” 

“My roommate, Minho. Yeah, um...” Jisung scratches the nape of his neck again, instinctively stepping in front of your view to block the sight of dancing forest animals. “Listen, it’s not what it looks like! Minho, he’s...” 

“Jisung—I mean, wilder things have happened in college—” 

“Yeah but—” Jisung stops halfway, staring back at you as if you’ve grown a second head. “You’re not—you’re not freaked out?” 

“So you are admitting that your roommate is half-cat?” 

“He’s a bakeneko...” 

“Bakeneko, sure, okay.” You repeat, rolling your eyes. “As I was saying, you dragged me out here at 2 AM to look for ‘your cat,’ knowing there’s a slight risk of me finding out who the cat actually is, then you react like this when it does happen? I’m surprised, of course, but you really should’ve thought about that.” 

A part of Jisung heaves a sigh of relief but another part of him panics even further which is only amplified with the music growing louder behind him as more animals pass by. “Yeah, well, I did thought about that but I really needed help looking for Minho because he left without a note and I didn’t expect that he’d be out here partying tonight!” 

This time, it’s you slapping a hand to your face. “Jesus Christ, and here I thought you guys were at least sharing one braincell.” You sigh, to which Jisung immediately protests at. You ignore, him, however, and gesture for the growing line of dancing animals. “So, should we stop him? But, then, it looks like it’s enjoying itself! “But it looks like it’s enjoying itself!—I mean, Minho! Minho looks like he’s enjoying himself.” 

Jisung opens his mouth to speak but, for the second time tonight, he’s accidentally cut off again by Minho, this time by said roommate suddenly materializing on his shoulders. “Are here to pick me up?” Minho asks him, the way his normal human voice comes out of his cat form momentarily surprising you from the corner of his eyes and catching his attention. “Oh, hi, Y/N! Sorry, I didn’t mean for you to see me like this! Ya, Han Jisung, why did you bring Y/N along?” 

“Because you just left the house without telling me where you’re going, dumbass! How would I know if you weren’t suddenly kidnapped or something!” Jisung complains in response, flicking Minho’s forehead. “And get off my shoulder, fatass, you’re so heavy. Have you been eating spirits food again?” 

You clear your throat awkwardly, waving at the two boys before they could engage in a full-on argument. “Yeah, I’m still here, guys?” 

Minho and Jisung glance back at you then to each other, as if in contemplation. You raise an eyebrow nervously at this. 

“Hyung, is it okay that Y/N saw you?” Jisung asks Minho in a hushed whisper. 

“Do I really look fat tonight?” Minho frowns, to which Jisung groans at. 

“Dude, come on, I’m asking you a matter of your security and you ask me if you’re looking fat.” 

“Because Y/N saw me!” 

Jisung sighs. “Fine, then, yes you do...you look like a really really fat cat tonight.” He answers reluctantly, to which Minho pouts even deeper at. “It must be those brownies that other cat, Felix, is always baking at these parties.” 

Minho then immediately hops off of Jisung, walking over to you and encircling your ankles once. “Alright, then, I guess, Y/N, you should see me like this on another time, when I’m looking cuter! You’ll have to forget everything you saw tonight, okay? I can’t have my crush seeing me as a fat cat!” 

“W-What?” You try stepping away from Minho’s circling movements but before you could even get a foot out, you already start feeling lightheaded until your vision’s fully clouded in nothing but white. 

“See you tomorrow, Y/N!” Minho’s voice echoes in your ears before you. 

- 

Jisung is waiting for you by the fences separating your houses the next day, a seemingly rehearsed smile on his face. From what you can hazily remember of last night (which is oddly few, you’ve noticed), you last saw him banging his head against the pillars of his host family’s front porch at dinner time because the Internet connection at his place won’t let him pass his homework. 

“Good morning, Ji?” You greet him as you water the plants in your front garden, unintentionally coming off as questioning. “You look...happy. Did you get to pass that homework of yours?” 

The boy nods happily as he organizes the recyclables he’s supposed to take out. “Yep, passed it on time.” 

You nod, opening your mouth to speak only to be interrupted by an orange and white cat emerging from your garden’s potted sunflowers. “Oh, hi!” You greet the cat, instinctively crouching down to scratch its ears to which he purrs positively to. You don’t catch it but Jisung heaves a sigh of relief when you don’t seem to recognize Minho or have any recollection of last night. “And who are you supposed to be, hm? You’re so adorable!” 

From the corner of your eyes, Jisung frowns at Minho before shaking his head and answering you, “O-Oh, that’s—Lee Know, the new house cat! My host family brought him in just—just last night.” 

“Just last night?” You ask, briefly looking up at Jisung and catching his frown turning into a sheepish smile. You try catching his reaction to your question but the cat brings a paw up to your hand and regains your attention again. “Didn’t they come home at like 4 PM yesterday, though? I even greeted Mr. and Mrs. Lee and I don’t remember seeing them with this cat.”     

Shit, Jisung curses himself, glaring at Minho again who only sticks his tongue out discreetly at him, I was doing so well! “W-Well, Mr. Lee went out at around 9 PM, I think, when you were already inside, then he came back with the cat. It’s a stray, basically.” 

You nod at this, smiling at the cat again. “Aren’t you too cute to be a stray cat, though?” You coo, making Minho smile and nuzzle his whiskers more into your hands. “And you remind me a lot of Ji’s roommate, Minho, too. Have you met him? He’s a bit of a weirdo but he’s...cute too, I guess.” 

Minho so badly wants to open his mouth and protest halfway when you called him a weirdo but he puts up the facade anyway and goes around you once again. He’ll have to bring it up to you next time, when he’s human. 

“Look, Ji, he likes me!” You point out excitedly to which Jisung only musters up a small smile. You then pet the cat’s head once more before standing up to continue watering your plants. “Speaking of, Minho’s okay with this? And Soonie, Doongie, Dori?” 

“Yep.” Jisung reluctantly nods, kicking Minho gently with his foot when he comes back to his side of the fence. “Very much so.” 

on a night much like tonight (drabble game) 

@skzwriternet 

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[ateez] W O O Y O U N G ➣ baby daddy au

HE LOVES HIS FAMILY. BOTH OF THEM. (MAFIA WOO)

format: oneshot , wc: 1937 , tags: fluffy-angst

• “Shit man! Shit!”

• his eyes dart from between vehicles.

• blood pumping and heart racing.

• his fingers curl around the steering wheel and he’s looking for a way out.

• cornered to the back of an alley way with guns positioned on him?

• it’s not a good way for him to go out.

• really, how was he gonna get out of this one?

• “Fuck bro. It was nice working with you I guess.”

• Wooyoung hisses, gassing his pedal on neutral in attempt to scare off his attackers.

• “Get me out of here, Kang!”

• his friend sighs, “I physically can’t! You’ve got three walls and a target line straight at you in the only open direction. You’re the driver. Get yourself out of this one.”

• “Damnit Yeosang!”

• he hangs up before the blond could suffer.

• he’s looking and looking..

• really regrets taking up Hongjoong’s challenges now.

• “Hey Wooyoung.”

• his eyes flicker back at his dashboard when a familiar voice fills his ears.

• “Wait, Se. I’m leaving daddy a voicemail, sweetie.” he hears your sweet laugh and he thinks he’s already ascended into heaven. “Hey baby, I just wanted to tell you that I love you. No matter what this world throws at us, you love me too? I’m sorry if this is so sudden, honey, but I want to tell you that I miss you. And Seyoung misses you too! Come back home soon, okay? We’ll be waiting for you. Always. Bye Wooyoung, I love you soooo much!”

• his heart triples.

• engine roaring.

• smiling at the faces of the men ready to kill him for the suitcase in the back of his car.

• “Sorry bitches.” Wooyoung mutters shifting gears to drive. “But I’ve got plans with my daughter tomorrow night and I’m not missing that for the world.”

• easy.

• like how it was when he first asked you out.

• got you pregnant?

• married you after five months.

• easy.

• getting out of this conundrum too was so easy.

• “You lucky bastard.” Hongjoong chuckles after Wooyoung slides the suitcase into his hands. “You should’ve died.”

• Wooyoung’s seething with anger.

• blood boiling ready to, “Quit. I fucking quit. I’ve got a family, Joong. I can’t keep doing this shit.”

• Hongjoong’s greedy though.

• he can’t lose his best asset.

• not one of his bests.

• “You can’t just pack your old life up for your new one.” Hongjoong scoffs. “Shove that shit right back up your ass. You’re blood.”

• “Take it back.” Wooyoung sticks his wrist out. “Cut my damn hands off if you have to, hyung. I’ve got a daughter. I’ve got a wife.”

• “You’ve got a y/n.”

• Hongjoong’s relentless.

• you were far worse.

• what he thinks versus what he knows?

• versus what anyone knows honestly.

• as far as they know, you’re just a pretty girl that Wooyoung met at a bar one time.

• no.

• you’re far from that.

• “She’s the love of my goddamn life, you bastard.” Wooyoung takes his leader’s collar by the hand. “And if you even think about putting your filthy hands on my family, I’ll drive my car into yours.”

• he loves his boys.

• his first family.

• but he’s been offered another he just can’t refuse.

• “Hyung, I’m not bargaining my family’s lives.” Wooyoung gulps softening his violent grasp. “You wouldn’t do it for us.”

• see, Hongjoong’s got everything wrong.

• thinks you’re useless and just a pawn to ruin Wooyoung.

• but you were a black market thief.

• a hell of a good one too.

• the healthiest team behind your own body, there was no way you could ever get hurt.

• but no one knows you steal illegal goods and auction them in black market sales.

• you’re just the dark world’s masked angel.

• with your own secrets up your sleeve.

• “Hey y/n, you called?”

• of course you put a bug on your husband.

• how else are you gonna make sure he actually loves you and Seyoung?

• “Ddeonghwa~ can you do me a favor please?”

• Seonghwa sighs. “If this is for that Wooyoung guy again, no.”

• “Pleeeasseee.”

• “Last time I did this, I was forced into a daycare with five babies on my lap.” the 22 year old mob boss rubs at his temple. “I’m a born and raised assassin yet here I am doing a snake’s bidding.”

• “With all due respect, Park Seonghwa the great, you’re also Seyoung’s godfather.”

• “Fine.” Seonghwa defeatedly groans. “Even though I’m sure this has nothing to do with that little devil spawn.”

• “I want you to send Woo’s team an invitation. I think it’s time I introduce myself to my husband’s friends, don’t you think? Take him for me and my daughter only.”

• Seonghwa smiles behind the phone, handing a group of men their share after a job well done.

• “Wasn’t sending a fleet of armed men to your husband introduction enough?”

• playing with your daughter’s hair you smile. “See, but he didn’t know that was me. I just want to show Hongjoong a little compassion, that’s all. Not all sales are final, you know.”

• “Okay fine. I guess that can be arranged. Only for you, y/n. Anything for family.”

• no one can ever say no to you.

• you’ve got family everywhere you go.

• you pierce your ear with the last pearl, your daughter running towards the door.

• “Mommy! Mommy! Daddy’s home!”

• your heart skips like a high schooler,

• running over to him even if he seemed out of the mood.

• “Woo honey, is that you?”

• Wooyoung see’s the two of you and it’s like the world he lived in completely changed.

• kisses you tenderly before taking his excited daughter into his arms.

• “My girls.” he nuzzles his face playfully into Seyoung’s neck. “I missed you.”

• she giggles taking his finger into her small hands. “Daddy, me and mommy are going to a party! Do you think we look pretty?”

• Wooyoung didn’t notice at first.

• cause well—

• you’re always stunning to him.

• his daughter taking too much from you too.

• “Very.” his eyebrow shoots up also running a hand through your locks of hair. “What party is this, honey?”

• “A special one.” you tease kissing him on his lips. “Oh. By the way, there’s a letter for you in the kitchen. Come on, Seyoung. We’re gonna be late sweetie.”

• you take your daughter from your confused husband’s arms and kiss him again.

• “I love you.” you mumble against his lips. “No matter what the world throws at me and you.”

• Wooyoung slumps into your kiss hoping to have you longer but you’re already out the door.

• he’s confused.

• — always knows you’re in charge.

• but he’d like to know where you were going.

• he takes the envelope in the kitchen and opens it.

• Mr, Jung Wooyoung. You have been cordially invited to the guns auction hosted by Park Seonghwa in Junggu, Busan 112. Please attend as requested. allowance: 1 guest.

• he almost tears that shit right up.

• the great Park Seonghwa?

• sending formal invitations to his family house?

• this is much more than a stupid invite he thinks.

• he’s thinking Seonghwa’s lucky his wife and daughter are out for the night.

• suited up and ready to go, he does not hesitate to show up a bit guarded.

• but Hongjoong’s there.

• the whole gang.

• “What the fuck’s going on here?” he whispers at his boss. “You got one too?”

• “I don’t know. Yeosang’s been trying to figure it out but nothing. Seems pretty legit. Guns are on display and everything.”

• “But an invite sent to my own fucking house, hyung? I don’t think so.”

• Wooyoung picks up a couple faces.

• knows some familiar.

• some even coworkers that worked with you?

• now he’s confused.

• but Seonghwa steps up to the podium, dressy as ever, to clear up the last thoughts in his head.

• “Thank you all for gathering here this fine evening.” The black haired raven snoops the room. “Ah, Mr. Hongjoong. Thank you for coming! I see you’ve brought your friends too.”

• Hongjoong’s on a lower scale of the food chain.

• Seonghwa too strong to fight.

• so even Wooyoung stays quiet.

• “Well my assistant has gathered you all here today to announce her retirement! And of course I have to throw her a formal party. After all, she’s been only an asset to everyone here.”

• Hongjoong’s baffled.

• his gang don’t know what’s going on cause this obviously isn’t the gun show they’ve been invited to.

• Wooyoung doesn’t either.

• wait, people like him can retire?

• “Y/n, my dear. Come on out.”

• Hongjoong nearly chokes.

• Wooyoung still mesmerized by the sight of you approaching, legs bare at your dress’ slit.

• “Well fuck.”

• you take a second to glance at your husband’s impeccable reaction.

• “Thank you, Seonghwa. I’ve worked long and hard in this business and I wouldn’t have done it without you. But while you gave me a family, I made one for myself. I’m sure you all have met my husband. Jung Wooyoung.”

• Hongjoong stares at his own hitman with pure resentment.

• “Honey, can you come up here for a second?”

• he can never say no to you.

• pulls at his tie while walking over, taking you by the waist.

• “Y/n, baby, what’s all this?”

• “Our retirement.” you whisper softly. “After all, that suitcase from yesterday gives Hongjoong enough to allow you one too.”

• he smirks under your breath chuckling softly. “And Seyoung?”

• “With Sannie. They’re eating pie in the back.”

• the world can only throw so much at Wooyoung.

• the chances of a wife that knew his own world inside and out?

• the ball the world throws is very big.

• very.

• “Hongjoong, I hope you can accept my husband’s request for retirement? With high approval odds, of course.”

• Yeosang nudges at his boss. “That or you really gonna face the wrath of Jung Wooyoung and his wife. Say yes, you idiot!”

• “Y-yes.” Hongjoong stutters amongst these crowd. “Appeal approved?”

• “Good. Then let the party begin!”

• Seonghwa turns towards your husband with only happy eyes when the crowd gets occupied enough.

• “I’m sorry that this isn’t a solid reform to having the normal family you want. But you know you can’t just throw away your past lives for a new one.” Seonghwa shakes his hand with calm waters under the bridge. “And though our history as rivals hasn’t been great, y/n insists I make some adjustments to my relationships to protect the family I love.”

• Wooyoung worked for Hongjoong.

• you worked for Seonghwa.

• someone’s gotta make changes.

• sacrifices?

• “I’m willing to sacrifice anything for my family, Mr. Park. And if lining my blood with yours is in question, I’ll do it.”

• “People will still be out for the both of you.” Seonghwa reminds, Hongjoong quick to follow approaching from the side.

• “But we’ll be here to protect your family like we protect ours.”

• not once have you ever seen Seonghwa with the notorious Kim Hongjoong.

• but hell.

• the world’s got different types of things to throw, you guess.

• “And well, I’ve always wanted to be a god father so..”

• you smile up at Hongjoong tightening your hand with Wooyoung’s beside you.

• “How nice of us to give Seyoung 7 sinful godfathers.”

ps. very rough edit lol

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[cinnaminsvga]

Dumbo Preview | Jungkook (M)

→ summary: you know what they say about boys with big noses...

{or alternatively: jungkook has a big dick but he doesn’t know how to use it.}

→ genre: humor/crack, smut → warnings: they talk about dicks a lot (i.e. jungkook has a big dick), DICK MEASURING CONTESTS (aka jk gets his dick appraised... just boys bein’ boys), explicit sexual content, semi-public exhibitionism, handjobs, blowjobs, sub!jungkook, whining, light dirty talk but it’s... not on purpose??, jungkook looks soft but he’s tattoed and pierced, accidental edging (you’ll... understand) → words: anticipated 10-15K → a/n: ...listen. i am not in the right state of mind right now. i am actually bordering on insane... but that’s not gonna stop me from being a clown so this is!! something i’ve been working on for a Year now but @jincherie​ literally commissioned me to finish writing this piece of shit so here we are... here we fucking are... idk when i’m posting this but it will be Soon and i’m not ready

It takes him a while to find an empty stool by the bar and he is unlucky enough to be squished between two couples who don’t seem to be aware that public indecency is a crime. He has to endure being jostled for five minutes straight until the bartender finally notices him and allow him to order his can of coke.

(“Sorry, kid. The banana milk is all sold out. Some girl ordered our entire stock for her friends a few hours ago.” And just like that, Jungkook wants to die all over again.)

He does not know for how long he sits by the bar. Well, that’s a blatant lie, because he knows that he’s been sitting there for 18 minutes and 34 seconds exactly. He’s checked his phone religiously every 2 minutes to see if 2 hours have passed already, just so he can ask one of his stupid friends to go home with him. Perhaps he could coerce Jimin into turning in early for once (which is a pipedream, not when the DJ seems adamant to play Jimin’s favorite Christina Aguilera song 70 times in a row.)

So in short, Jungkook is miserable. He could go home by himself, but also he doesn’t want to end up having to walk to the police station the next morning to bail his friends out after one of them inevitably destroys public property again.

Fuck. Maybe he shouldn’t have thrown away his other drink.

He’s so deep in his thoughts that he doesn’t notice that one of the couples beside him have already left and that another person has taken their spot. He is jarred from his musings when a well-manicured hand is placed delicately on his shoulder, urging him to swivel the barstool around to face his soon-to-be acquaintance.

“Hey,” you say, a sultry smile on your lips. Jungkook feels his mouth immediately fill with cotton as he stares at your beautiful face, the dingy lighting of the club doing nothing to suppress the wicked glint in your eyes.

“Uhh… hey?” Jungkook replies, as charming and verbose as ever. If it isn’t obvious enough, Jungkook is a little lacking in the girls department, or at least, when it comes to girls-who-are-blatantly-flirting with him department. He normally isn’t this socially inept around the opposite gender, but given the connotations of this circumstance, his overactive male brain can only be restrained so much before it starts wandering towards dangerous territory.

It doesn’t help that the neckline of your dress is bordering on obscene, and Jungkook is afraid that if you move one more inch towards him, something very embarrassing might happen to the both of you (probably more so for him, if he’s being quite honest.)

“I couldn’t help but notice you from across the club and thought I should introduce myself,” you explain, gaze unashamedly trailing down his body. Jungkook can feel the heat from you radiating in waves, burning him from the inside out as he tries not to melt into a puddle in a pathetic attempt to get the fuck out of there. 

“You saw me? But it’s… so dark in here…” Jungkook wants to fucking murder himself. That’s what he decides to say to you? God, no fucking wonder he’s a virgin. Good looks really aren’t everything when he doesn’t have a brain controlling the rest of his body. There might as well be a fucking hamster running laps inside of his skull for all he knew.

Thankfully (or unthankfully––God knows Jungkook’s stress levels aren’t lowering any time soon), you find his response funny enough to warrant a chuckle. You bat your eyes salaciously at him, which Jungkook didn’t even think was possible. People can be sexy? When they blink? Apparently, you can do that. 

You shrug your shoulders. “That’s true. You caught me in a lie, I suppose. I actually knew you were coming even before you arrived.”

Jungkook chokes on his own spit then, nearly spraying you with his saliva like the dog that he is. He feels his eyes bugging out of his sockets, his body going tense with nerves. "You... you knew? What... What does that even mean?"

You point over your shoulder, gesturing vaguely at the crowd on the dance floor. "I'm friends with Seokjin over there. He mentioned you were coming with him to the club tonight so I decided to tag along."

"You know Seokjin-hyung?" The alarm bells in Jungkook's head start ringing wildly out of control. Nothing good ever comes out of being friends with Seokjin, especially since his presence alone has the power to make the creases in your brain to smoothen. Take it from someone who's been there, done that.

"Yep," you say, popping your 'p.' "I met him in my first-year English course, though I still don't know why a third-year like him was taking it in the first place."

"It's because he doesn't know how to read," Jungkook says plainly.

"I can tell. He uses voice-to-text exclusively and Siri can never spell Asian names correctly," you shrug your shoulders. "Either that, or he just doesn't know how to spell your name."

"Yea. I'm permanently John Jung Cock on his phone," Jungkook replies. He shakes his head. "Hold on, we were talking about something before this."

"Oh. About how I casually revealed to you that I was stalking you through our mutually insane friend?"

"Y-Yea, basically." Jungkook doesn't even understand what the fuck is happening right now. "I mean! Not exactly? Like, for all I know, you could've just asked hyung who he was coming with and he mentioned my name and––"

"Listen, kid. I straight up just told you I'm stalking you. Let's skip the foreplay and get to the meat of it: I'm literally following you," you say, without an inch of regret, embarrassment, or morality in your tone of voice.

Jungkook, who despite being filled with so much fear and tension enough to kill the small hamster inside his brain, is somehow able to keep his calm in front of the psychopath in front of him. Either that, or he's already in the middle of a stroke and he's lost all his fine motor skills.

"I... I don't know what to say."

"You don't need to say anything, baby," you murmur, leaning even closer to him until your chest was practically pressed against his. The thin layer of your dress and his well-worn cotton tee does nothing to help the situation (both in general and the one in his pants). He can feel your every curve, can smell the sweet perfume you're wearing; you were enveloping his senses. If he tried hard enough, he could probably count your eyelashes if he so desired with how close you were.

He knows he should probably be running away in terror right now, but he finds himself stuck resolutely to the barstool, unable to move. Maybe Jimin was right... Maybe he did have a fear kink or something.

("Isn't that just called masochism?" Jungkook asks, brows raised.

Jimin only laughs, patting him on the back condescendingly. "Nah, dude. You just straight up wanna die by the hands of a hot person, and I can respect that homie. We all have been there.")

“W-what do you want from me?” Jungkook asks, sweat lining his brow. You’re still looking at him like he was a meal, but he finds he probably doesn’t mind being devoured by you. 

Your wicked grin returns, full force. “I just want to play, Jungkook. But why don’t we discuss this… somewhere more private?”

[bang-bangtan-boys]

Proposal

{Yoongi x M! Reader}

Warnings: none

Summary: Can I request male reader proposing to bts ( or only Yoongi) pls???? Thankssssss

Sry for taking so long to get this out :/

You held the small box close to your chest, looking over your outfit in the mirror. Yoongi was waiting outside the door for you, also suited up. Neither of you wore ties, deciding that even though this was a formal date, it was also just you two, so it didn’t matter. ‘Except it does matter,’ you thought to yourself, ‘Everything matters today…’ you eyes the [f/c] tie on the counter, before moving you gaze to the door to open it. The box had made its way to your back pocket as you flashed Yoongi a smile. “Let’s go?” You asked. He nodded, holding his hand out lazily for you to hold. You did so, and began pulling him with you.

Yoongi slid into the passenger's seat as you did with the driver's seat. It was better this way, since your car wasn’t big and pure ivory black like the ones Yoongi had to ride in. But that was only as a member of BTS. Right now, he was Min Yoon Gi, and he was with you…

Yoongi rested his head against the window, eyes closing as the hum of the car lulled him to relaxation. You wondered if he was asleep, seeing as he didn’t snore or anything. When you made it to the fancy restaurant, you lightly shook him. “Hyung, we’re here,” you said to him, and he groaned. He rubbed his eyes and looked at you, giving a barely noticeable smile and walked out, grasping your hand gently before letting it go. His other hand went into his blazer pocket, and he walked to the front. You opened the door for him, entering the beautifully lit area after him. Yoongi looked around, eyes showing childish awe while the rest of his face held its usual bored, dead expression. You had reserved a seat for the both of you yourself with the money you earned from your small job. Yoongi was proud of you, and he’d made it his goal to stress it to you. You turned to him, smiling, “They’re going to take a few minutes to clean the table, we have to wait a bit.”

Yoongi nodded, sitting on one of the cushion couches while you sat in the one across from him. That was strange; why didn’t you sit next to him? There was a seat right there, so why didn’t you take it? He frowned, a small pout playing to his lips. Now that he noticed it, you were rather fidgety and nervous, constantly rubbing your hands against your clothed knees. He moved seats to sit next to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head on your shoulder. You blushed, letting out a cough, “Hyung, w-what are you doing?”

“What does it look like I’m doing? Hugging my boyfriend, that’s what I’m doing…”

“But Hyung, we’re in public- your reputation-”

“Fuck my reputation… actually, just fuck me.”

“Hyung-“

“Shut up and hug me back, idiot.”

You returned the gesture seconds after, placing your head on his head and your arms around his slim waist. You may have been younger, but both your build and your height made everyone think Yoongi was at least five years younger than you. Yoongi minded at first, saying he ‘wasn’t that short’ and ‘had hit puberty first, meaning his voice was deeper and he was older’, but everyone just skimmed over that and continued their assumptions anyway.

After a few minutes, a waiter called you over. You had hooked Yoongi’s arm under yours as you walked, separating so you could sit across from each other. You hadn’t made much conversation aside from asking what other thought was good on the menu. Once your order was done, you let the water take your menus. Yoongi then rested his cheek on his hand, the other hand moving to feel his first arm as he looked at you, “You know, this type of thing isn’t really how I’d spent a Saturday night…” he started, and your heart dropped. He continued, “But… I’m proud of you. I know you worked really hard to afford a reservation here and I applaud you for that.” He gave a sweet smile, “I have a wonderful, handsome, hard working boyfriend to call my own.”

“Hyung…” you whimpered, wiping your slightly tears eyes. Yoongi perked up, “Ah- shit… i didnt mean to make you cry.” He reached over to get a napkin to wipe your face, but you just waved your hand dismissively, “No I’m- I’m fine. It’s okay, Hyung… I’m fine…” Yoongi nodded, placing the cloth back to its original spot. You composed yourself before the waiter came with your food. You stood up, looking at Yoongi, “I need to use the bathroom.” Yoongi nodded, sipping a glass of water.

You pulled the waiter with you- BamBam, read the name tag- and you spoke to him, “Sir, if you could please dim the lights at around-” you checked your watch, “- 9.30, and get your musicians to play something for me? I am about to propose to the man across from me-” you prayed he wouldn’t throw you two out for being homosexuals, “and it’s really nerve wracking for me and i just want everything to be perfect. Oh god, what if he says no? Oh Jesus, lord, dear god. I’m burnt toast…” you continued to rant softly to yourself, before a hand on your shoulder snapped you out of your thoughts. It was the waiter, “You’ll be fine, sir. I’ll ask the band and see if the chefs can arrange the lights for you. I understand, you’ll be alright.” The comfort helped you, and you relaxed, smiling gently. “Thank you,” you said simply, planning on giving him your entire next paycheck to him as a tip for being so generous.

You came back, smiling brightly as you were unable to contain it, “Hey Hyung!” Yoongi cocked an eyebrow, swallowing the food in his mouth, “Was your pee trip so good you feel the need to be all sunny?” You shook your head, a flustered expression on your face now instead. “Hyung! You’re so loud!”

“I can be louder if you want… like-” his voice lowered, and you sat down, leaning closer to hear what he had to say, “Like when you’re pounding into me so hard i can see the whole universe, or when you tease me so much i cant stand it and i feel like I’m on cloud nine. Or when-”

“Okay!” You interjected, voice cracking slightly as you gained the attention of those around you, “That’s enough, thank you!”

Your food was devoured rather quickly and you sat there, searching for the mop of red hair that belonged to your assistant in this ‘operation’. When you spotted him, he flashed you a smile and gave a thumbs up. Earlier, you had given him music sheets you had in your back pocket. It was a self written piece of sheet music from ‘Save Me’, a much more soft tone to it instead of the usual upbeat one. The musicians had it in front of them, and they began playing. Yoongi perked up instantly at the song, remembering it quite quickly. He looked around, wondering if anyone had noticed him, before gasping. “You ,” he said, almost accusingly, but you knew it was actually excitement, “You did that, didn’t you. Why?” You giggled, watching as the lights dimmed. This gathered everyone’s attention, and they looked around, probably wondering the worst case scenario. Yoongi stared at you, waiting for an answer. BamBam gave you a Bigger smile, using both hands to give you a thumbs up. You nodded, and Yoongi looked behind him. When he looked back forward, you were kneeling before him. The box was opened to reveal the pretty blue-ish white diamond adorned on a silver ring. Yoongi gasped at the sight; the ring was truly beautiful.

“Min Yoon Gi,” you began, and some people gasped at the name, “You have offered me nothing but kindness- of course, aside from the first years of elementary, where you shoved bulgogi down my shirt and i was forced to go home. You were lucky, and only got a detention for ruining my Captain America shirt,” you chuckled, and Yoongi did too, but he still felt bad about it, “When I saw you again, you had already graduated high school. The only reason i saw you again was because you came back to help clean the lockers. Who knew I’d have your old one?” Yoongi scoffed, arms crossing while his left leg rested on top of his right thigh. He smirked, eyeing you to continue, “Since then, we’ve grown closer throughout friendship. Eventually, it turned to liking and then loving each other. Somewhere down the line, I dont know how.” Some people chuckled, others murmured amongst themselves. “Either way,” you continued, “Nothing I say can make you want to, but- somewhat like i said all those years ago- would you maybe consider marrying me?” Your head tilted, and Yoongi couldn’t help but compare you to a dog, and he chuckled. Your heart sank as he shook his head, as if he were disapproving you. You dropped your arms slightly, shoulers sinking as you looked down. The music had stopped playing, and more chattering could be heard in the background.

“You idiot,” Yoongi said, leaning forward to lift your chin, “Of course i would.” You let out a sigh of relief, smiling. Tears began to flow down your cheeks and Yoongi wiped them away with his thumbs. “Aish, dont cry,” he said, “you kid…” you nodded, standing up now and towering over his smaller frame. You tried to put the ring on his finger, but you shook too much, so Yoongi did it for you. He sighed, taking your cheeks and kissing you, you wrapped your arms around him and some people cheered. Others began to pack their things and leave. BamBam walked up to you two to congratulate you, opening a party popper to celebrate. “Meal’s on me,” he said, laughing gently while Yoongi tried to remove the strings in his hair. You chuckled, “That wont be necessary, I-”

“Are you kidding? That was the cutest shit I have ever seen,” he said, “Don’t even bother. That ring looks expensive, might as well not trouble you more, right?” You shook your head, “That meal would cost you an arm and a leg, its fine. Really-”

Yoongi sighed, taking his wallet and pulling out a 100 dollar bill. ‘Wow,’ you thought, ‘what a flex…’

“To pay for our meal. Keep the change for yourself, ‘kay? Buy something nice or something,” he pat BamBam’s cheek softly, turning to walk with you back to your car. You did so, tripping over yourself a few times. Yoongi pulled the keys out of your pocket once you got outside, giving them to your hands, “You drive by my directions, okay?” He said. You whined, “But i wanna go hoooome~” Yoongi shook his head, “You gave me a wonderful surprise, now its time for me to return the favor.”

You drove based on his instructions, realizing you were going to the BigHit Studio. You gave Yoongi a confused face, “Wha- why are we here?” He shook his head, taking you arm and leading you to his ‘Genius Lab’. You followed suit, and he shoved you against the couch as soon as you entered. You fell back with an ‘oof’, and Yoongi sat on top of you, blazer removed as he began grinding down against you. “Wha- Yoongi-”

“Face it,” he said breathlessly, “Two guys in South Korea cant get officially married. So,” he leaned down to your ear, panting against it as he chuckled, “Might as well make this our first night as husbands, right? What better than exploring each other?”

You two had fun that night, lets say that...

[bobowhooo]

Potent Savages

Genre : Drama/ Angst/ Smut/ Trigger Warningsss/ Exo, oc, and blackpink au

Summary ; Not everyone is cut out for this kind of fast-paced lifestyle, but for these young, rich savages, it’s second nature.

Chapter 15 : Fire to the rain.

     Baby, can you see through the tears?

“Baekhyun, come on, let’s go home, baby.” I said while letting tears stroll down my cheeks. I tugged on his arm desperately as I yelled over the noise. The music in the club continued to play loudly as people danced around with no knowledge of the two hearts that have been shattered just now behind this DJ booth. Baekhyun continued to stand there in complete shock after getting that phone call. I heard everything, everything, and I can’t hold back the tears overwhelming me. But baekhyun, he’s just...frozen.

“Baekhyun, please.” I pleaded with him more.

Chanyeol came out of nowhere rushing to the DJ booth. I looked at him in despair hoping for him to save me, and help me save baekhyun. He must have been watching us from afar since the moment we left from the dance floor to where we are now. He probably anticipated that phone call as much as baekhyun did. I’m sure everyone was. Chanyeol picked baekhyun up and threw one of his arms over his shoulders. “I’ll take him home. Just...just tell everyone else what’s going on.” My grip on baekhyun was still strong as I stopped him from being jerked away from my hand. “B-but, you-”

“I don’t need to know exactly what it is. Just let me take baekhyun home. That’s what I want to focus on right now.” Chanyeol looked at me with shaky eyes. I know exactly what’s going on in his head right now. He’s thinking about that phone call. He’s thinking about suho. I just know his heart is racing as fast mine. I nodded and let go completely, not wanting to hold him back anymore. When the boys left me there everything seemed to go in slow motion. My head spun and I got worried about my own life. If suho can die, what’s stopping death from catching up with me? I was breathing harder and harder as my feet led me to the others. 

No, I have to calm down. There’s still hope. I have to stay strong. Besides, I'm sure everyone thought I was dead at one point. W-we don’t even know the whole story yet. Maybe he just got kidnapped, or maybe he’s at the hospital getting taken care of right now. Yeah, there’s still hope. I shouldn’t think bad things, it’ll only make everything much worse. I wiped my tears after slowing down my thoughts and my racing heart. I slid into the VIP room that everyone was lounging in and I grabbed a drink out jisoo’s hand. Everyone whipped their heads my way and watched at the frantic way I drunk down the poison without any words. I sat the glass back into the hand of the girl and sighed, my eyes traveled from one person to another as my bottom lip locked in between my teeth. 

“What’s wrong? Where’s baekhyun?” Sehun asked.

“And chanyeol?” Jennie added quickly.

I cleared my throat and grabbed the whole bottle of the alcohol they had chosen to sip on tonight. 

No one ever said being the bearer of bad news was easy. 

About an hour after explaining exactly what I heard from the phone call and where chanyeol had taken baekhyun we all decided to shut down party time and went straight for the exo mansion with distressing and distraught feelings. I drove my customized range rover with a focused mind. My girls stayed quiet since we left the club and I couldn’t help but feel like it was my fault. It may be stupid to think that way though. “H-hey, I'm sure he’s okay. It’s suho we’re talking about after all.” I said in hopes of bringing up their moods. Lisa looked in the rearview mirror from the backseat at me with sad eyes. “That’s what I used to say about you. But while I was saying that you were being dressed up, drugged, and raped.” She spoke with a scared tone in her voice that made my heart clench. 

“That won’t happen to suho, he’s better than me, he wouldn’t even let himself be captured.” I said with a small smile remembering how he was always one step ahead of everyone else. Not even that, more like three steps ahead. “Stop trying to console us already. You think minseok, being the way he is, wouldn’t make absolutely sure his best friend is dead before telling everyone? He’s not the type to do that.” Rose said with little to no emotion, her feet pressing into the passenger seat with her hands cradling her knees. I grunted a small “fuck” under my breath while I gripped harder on the steering wheel. I hadn’t thought of that, I But to be honest I wasn’t thinking realistically in the first place. I didn’t want to. I still don’t. I looked over to jisoo as she sat in the backseat shaking with wide teary eyes while jennie held her tightly, her eyes being the opposite of jisoo’s. Of course, she’s probably taking this worse than anyone in this car. For the first time, jisoo was falling in love, it was something so rare, something I thought I would never see. For that to be taken away from her like this makes me fill up with rage towards that fucking bitch. She’s such a pussy. I swear to god I’ll make her regret the day she ever decided to fuck with us. 

We got closer to the mansion and I squinted my eyes to get a better look at what’s ahead of me. A little bit ahead of us I could see the limo the boys rode here in, wasn’t parked properly. All the doors were open and I saw Kai standing next to one of them with an anxious look on his face. I sped up and pulled fully into the driveway. My heart started to beat rapidly like before as I caught a glimpse of baekhyun on his knees in front of the limo and behind the Bugatti, chanyeol was driving. I parked the car in a rush and tried to get out before my seat belt pulled me back into my seat. Rose reached over to unbuckle me with a shaky hand and I pushed my door opened in a rough manner. I ran over to baekhyun pushing the boys standing around him out of my way, My hands grabbed onto him before he smacked them away and looked into my eyes with teary red ones. 

“Don’t touch me!” Baekhyun yelled at me, the car lights making him look beautifully sad.

“Baekhyun-” I uttered before being cut off.

“Why are you even here!? Just leave! Go!” He yelled in my face making me feel small. As if I meant nothing to him in his moment of need. A fire sparked in my stomach as I stared at his crazed eyes. I bit my lip in anger and swung my hand towards his face. He flinched before I stopped my hand from doing something stupid and pulled his head towards me. His forehead pushed up against mine and his eyes closed. 

“Listen to me, you little shit, I love you with everything in me, and unless you kill me dead, I'm not going anywhere.”

More tears streamed down his closed eyes before his mouth opened slightly to let out small sounds. Before I knew it the rest of his body crashed into me, putting all of himself in my arms. My neck became wet after he dug his face in it and I wrapped my arms tightly around his torso. I didn’t realize how cold this night was until baekhyun’s warmth surrounded me. 

“Why did he have to go. Why did he leave us.” He said while sobbing into me. I felt him losing strength to stand up as he slid lower. I went down with him, our knees kissing the ground at the same time. 

I’ll stay here, in this exact position, all night if I have to, because there's nowhere I would rather be. Not even a little bit. 

I groaned myself awake and curled up in the covers more. My hand reached up out of the comforter to rub my sleepy eyes and I cracked one open while rubbing the other. The room was but dark but lit up by moonlight that shined unapologetically throughout the room. I wonder where baekhyun went. my body twisted in the empty bed as I thought about the way baekhyun cried himself to sleep in my tight embrace when we finally got off the ground and into our bed. I turned around to look at the bathroom hoping to see the light. Maybe baekhyun is in there. I found nothing though, which made me even more curious until I caught a glimpse of our big walk-in closet light shining. I sighed and forced myself out of the cozy bed and made my way towards the closet with a tinge of worry.

“Don’t worry, I’ll tell Chris to get the jet ready right after we get off the phone.” I heard baekhyun’s voice whisper as my hand froze over the handle of the door. “Yes, I know, I’ll bring help. I won’t come alone.”

I bit my lip fighting back the urge to barge in. I know he’ll end the call if I do. And I would rather him finish up first. ”No, hell no. There’s no way I'm bringing aya with me, hyung. I’ll bring some rookies and maybe Chen. Chanyeol stays because I need him to look after aya.” I sucked in breath after hearing him say those words. What is he an idiot? Why would he make the same mistake as suho?

“Hyung, calm down, I'm not making the same mistake as suho. I'm only acting on what I think is right. Bringing more people into this will only make things worse.” I exhaled in anger. There’s no way I'm letting him do this. I won’t let him put his life on the line like this. Not like this. He’s not leaving without me. 

“I know si yeon like the back of my hand. I can get the job done better than anyone can. This isn’t something I'm worried about. I know that’s what suho said but it’s not the same. It just isn’t. I don’t care what it takes, I’ll go there and tell her I love her, I’ll even fuck her if I have to, all I know is she will die a painful death for what she did and I'm going to be the one to make sure of that.” I pushed open the door and stared at him with anger in my eyes. He turned around to stare back, his eyes filled with the same emotion, only it was not towards me. “Hyung, let me call you back when I'm on the jet.” My eyes traveled to a suitcase he had laid out in front of him filled with guns and ammo and only one pair of underwear.

We stared at each other before I folded my arms and looked towards his suitcase again. “You’re leaving?” I asked in a calm manner.

“How much of that did you hear?” He spoke with a low raspy voice. He sounds sleepy. his body turning more towards me as he spoke those words.

“Are you leaving or what.”

“I’m leaving.” He said now breaking our eye contact.

I bit my lip and looked away too. I'm trying my best not to blow up at him for what I just heard a minute ago. My eyes flew to his face with no resistance. “Without me?” The question came out before I could stop it. He looked into my eyes his body facing me and he opened his mouth before closing it again.

“Yes.” He said, his voice going softer than it was before.

My eyes burned as I heard him say the things I didn’t want to hear out loud. I took a few steps forward slowly as I tried to fight back any kind of tears. Without a second thought my hand swung on its own, but this time I didn’t stop it. The loud sound of my hand making contact with his left cheek filled the closet before he placed his hand over it. “I won’t let you.” I said with my hand stinging. He got up abruptly and looked at me with a cold, hard, expression. His eyes telling me to just leave. But there was no way I was going to. My heart felt heavy as fighting the tears became harder to do. I’m just so scared of losing him. I can’t let this happen.

“This is not up for discussion!” He yelled at me.

“No, baekhyun, I won’t let you leave without me.” He turned his back, ignoring me and looking through his clothes with no emotion. “Baekhyun, look at me!” I said pulling his arm. “Please don’t go!”

“I don’t want to! Do you think I'm going to have fun going to avenge suho, who was like a father figure to me!? Do you think I want to go find a distressed minseok alone in some random hotel room!? I don't! But I have to, it’s my responsibility. I won’t put your life at risk for this. You staying here is the only way I can guarantee your safety. I can’t afford to lose you again! now that suho is....” 

“Don’t you get it!? I can’t afford to lose you either! If you die and I know I didn’t do anything to stop it I will never forgive myself. At least let’s do this together. If we die, we die together. If we survive, we live on together. Baekhyun, let me be there for you.” I placed my hands on his cheeks, one feeling hotter than the other.

His eyes glistened with tears but they refuse to fall, unlike the ones relentlessly streaming down my face. He slowly moved my hands away from his face and walked forwards making me take steps back. My foot landed outside of the closet and he sniffled. “Go back to bed. Go back to sleep.” The man closed the door in my face before I could say anything back, making me want to scream at him, instead, I placed my forehead on the door and my hands did the same. I closed my eyes as more tears came down my cheeks. Thoughts of baekhyun not coming back ran through my head, driving me mad.

After what I think was an hour of sitting with my knees to my chest at the closet door, the sky started to wake up and I became calmer than I was before. I could hear baekhyun make the call for his jet and some backup. Not long after my back felt the door open and I moved to stand up. Baekhyun’s eyes didn’t make contact with mines when he walked out with his suitcase fully packed and a determined look. His shirt was now covered by a hoodie he pulled over it and he wore a tired look with messy hair, and that made me worry more. “B-baekhyun-” I called out before getting cut off like before. “Listen, I'm sorry for how I reacted, I'm not in the right mind space. But I need you to understand why you have to stay, it would make everything so much  easier.” Baekhyun said with an almost pleading tone. I closed my eyes and sighed before reaching out my hand, hoping baekhyun takes it. He gave me a quick look of desperation and then grabbed my hand roughly, pulling me into him. His arms wrapped around me and I did the same to him. My face dug deeper into his chest as his hands caressed the top of my head and my back. I slowly pulled away to look at him with a sad smile. All the things in my head were screaming at me as I looked into his eyes. His beautiful brown teary eyes. 

What if he doesn't come back? 

I tilted my head upwards to initiate the kiss I need so badly. 

What will you do without him in your life?

He caught my lips without a second thought and pulled me into him more by my waist. 

You could go if you wanted. Just sneak onto the jet. Who cares if he hates you afterward, at least you know you tried your best.

I tugged on his hair and slid my tongue into his mouth as his hands slid under my shirt and kneaded my waist. 

You won’t do it. You’re too scared. You’re such a little pussy. You think you won't come back alive.

I grabbed his shirt and pulled him with me while I walked backwards into the bed. Together we fell into the soft mattress and never once broke our locked lips.

You deserve to die if you can’t protect the one you love. You’re worthless.

I stopped in the middle of taking baekhyun’s shirt off and stared blankly at the ceiling, letting my thoughts cut deeply like a stab. “Aya?” Baekhyun called out to me in worry. My hands fell from their place, drifting away from him and to my face. I covered my teary eyes while baekhyun continued to call for me. A fire like heat started in my stomach before it began to spread out around the rest of my body. A feeling of being trapped made me lose breathe and I pushed baekhyun off of me to run to the other side of the room. I held my chest and took deep breaths while sliding down the wall I pushed myself against. Baekhyun ran over to me, grabbing my shoulders in concern 

“Aya, talk to me. What’s going on?”

I looked up, my heart and eyes overwhelmed with emotions. I bit my lip to hold back the tears as we made eye contact. “I can’t just agree with what you’re doing. I can't just be okay with it. It’s tearing me apart already and you haven’t even left. Please, don’t go. Let’s stop her some other way. I refuse to lose you.”

He stared at me with his mouth slightly open before licking his lips and running his left hand through his messy hair. He looked completely stressed out by my words and actions, I would be too if I were him. The way I'm acting right now isn't me, but I can’t help it. I wish I could. “I-” Baekhyun got cut off by a knock on the door making the both of us whip our heads to it. “Come in!” Baekhyun yelled after turning his attention back to me. His eyes roamed my face in search of something unknown while the person came in. 

“The jet is ready. Everything is looking good,” The random guy spoke in a professional voice. This guy probably works here and I have never seen him once. How big is this mansion? “Alright. I’ll be down in a few.” Baekhyun said to the man while still looking at me. He left the room after a respectful bow, shutting the door softly. Baekhyun put his arm next to my head while I looked at him in desperation. He leaned into me to gently place his forehead over mine, I basked in this moment, closing my eyes and holding onto his arm that’s placed on the wall next to me.

“I love you so much. Please stay safe, my love.” Baekhyun whispered sweetly to me. 

My heart raced when he pulled away from me and cracked a little when he turned his back. My eyes pierced his suitcase and i got up quickly. “Baekhyun! No, please!” I yelled, pleading for him to just stop. Just stay here. He ignored me and picked up his suitcase, walking away as if I wasn’t just yelling at him. “Baekhyun, please think this through more! Even if it’s just one more night! Stay with me!” I yelled more as I followed him out of our room and to the stairs. When we reached the bottom of the stairs I grabbed him roughly. I can’t have him walk out of my life like this. “Baekhyun, don’t, please.” I whispered when my hand started to shake. “If you go, I don’t know what I'm going to do with myself.” 

“Aya, if you love me like you say you do, please, please let me go.”  Baekhyun spoke with his back still facing me. 

I could feel everyone else’s eyes on us after coming out of their rooms to see what was going on. It’s my fault since I'm the one making a scene. But I don’t care about that right now. “Baekhyun, listen to me, what if you never come back? Do you really want this to be the last time we see each other?” I spoke with a pleading tone as I tugged on him. His eyes closed as he scrunched his face up, trying to fight the way I'm shooting him right in the heart with my words. “What we have is more special than any revenge. If you leave, you're leaving that here. Why can’t you see that!? Only you can make me beg like this! Stop making me swallow my pride and just come back into my arms. Let’s talk about this. Let’s think on it. Together.”

He finally opened his eyes and for split second he looked like my words made him change his stubborn mind. I saw his eyes fly passed me at something else and before I could look behind me the boy grabbed my face and kissed me roughly. I was taken by surprise before giving into the feeling and kissing him back. My hands went to wrap around baekhyun’s neck but he caught them, holding my wrists in his hands. He pulled away slowly, looking at me sweetly. “Chanyeol.” Baekhyun whispered when my waist was grabbed suddenly by big hands. 

“Hey! Let me go!” I yelled at chanyeol as he wrapped his arms around me to keep me restrained. I struggled as I watched baekhyun give a signal to his pilot that he's ready to go.  “Baekhyun. Don’t you dare walk out of this mansion.” I warned.

“I love you, aya. I’ll miss you. I promise you, I can do this, and I will come back to you. Just believe in me. Bye, guys.” Baekhyun spoke with a small smile. I struggled more with tears forming in my eyes. Why is he doing this? And why can’t understand his actions? Why can’t he understand mine? Would things still be the same if he did? Maybe he does. “Baekhyun, don’t! This is the last time I'm going to say. Don’t fucking leave me.” I said. Chanyeol’s hold on me felt almost good at this moment. It feels like it’s keeping from exploding. “Please.” I said as my last shot. After this im out of bullets. 

Baekhyun smiled sadly before grabbing his suitcase and turning his back on me again. How could he ignore me when I am pleading like this. I just don’t understand him. At this moment I feel like he shut me out of his mind. Or did I shut myself out? My head is too clouded to think clearly. So, I won’t think. “Fine! Leave! Ignore me! I don’t care! I was fine on my own before I met you! Fuck you, byun baekhyun!” I screamed at him while he walked further away from me. “I hate you.” I whispered to myself, letting all the tears stream down my face. Why am I like this? I'm too scared to go and I'm scared to stay. I'm scared of baekhyun leaving me forever. I'm scared of not being able to do anything to help him. I'm scared of going and dying. I'm scared to die. Since when did this happen? What happened to me? What did I do to myself?  

Chanyeol wrapped his arms around me in a more comfortable way than before. Maybe he sensed the things I was thinking. I jumped in his embrace before relaxing. “He loves you too.” He whispered into my ear. I Shut my eyes tightly and bit my lip. He’s trying to comfort me. I grabbed his arms and nodded.

“I know.”

My head is spinning as I stared at the ceiling of my room. Suho is gone. Baekhyun left. He took Chen instead of me. And now he told me to watch over aya carefully. As much as I love aya, to be honest, I would rather be there with him. I think all of us would have gone with him instead of staying actually, but he was being selfish. He thought it was all his fault so only he could handle it. But that’s probably some of the stupidest thought he’s ever had. He’s really an idiot. An idiot that better come back safely. 

It’s been a good four hours since he left. Aya went to her room and so did everyone else. I think we’re all just really emotionally drained right now. But who wouldn't be. That aside, I should probably go check on her soon. I want to give her space, but leaving her alone for too long seems like a bad idea. My eyebrows moved upwards while my mouth did the opposite. Seeing aya act like that almost broke me, seeing her tears and pleading face was too much for me to handle. I know baekhyun felt the same way. I could tell by his face his heart was breaking. That stubborn bastard. 

I got up from laying on my back and walked over to the door in my room that leads to the balcony. Not all of the rooms have one but I had to make sure mine did. It overlooks our backyard and makes a great entrance for the times I throw pool parties. Plus I get to watch the girls swim sometimes. Only sometimes, you know, when they don’t yell at me to stop being a perv.  Which is not my intentions, it’s just nice to see people enjoy the pool every once in a while. Speaking of that, my eyes caught a glimpse of someone laying poolside in a white bikini, making me lose all my thoughts. I squinted my eyes to see who it was better and smiled at what I found. “Aya.” I said under my breath. I watched her lift her soft chin upwards to let more of the morning sun hit her face. She looks so beautiful. As always. I ran a hand through my hair with slight frustration. The feeling of holding her is haunting me. She was just so soft. How can I not think about it?

How long have I been going on like this? Probably ever since I met her. I can’t even remember anymore. With that being said, it doesn’t drive me as crazy as it used to. Knowing i can’t have her. Knowing she doesn’t want me to have her. I remember how easy it was to tell her my feelings that night at the dinner party because I got over the fact that it was always going to be one-sided. Besides, moments later I watched her get fingered by baekhyun under the table so she probably wasn’t thinking about what I said to her after that. I sighed. What a night that was. I’ve been trying to move on for a while, but I love to love her too much. Other girls don’t even come close. How to get over someone as mind-blowing as you, aya? Please tell me. 

Aya moved forwards to sit up and tie her hair into a bun. I watched her every movement, my eyes sliding down her arms and to her chest, making their way to her waist and thighs before she got up. Her feet tapped closer to the edge of the pool stairs and she stepped down while holding onto the railing. The water slowly swallowed her breathtaking body while I shamelessly enjoyed every second of it. I smiled in satisfaction before getting startled by her pretty eyes piercing into me. Shit. I looked away quickly and put my hands on my hips, hoping to throw her off of thinking I was staring at her. I bit my lip when I still felt her eyes on me. The temptation to look at her as she looked at me won and I took a peek at her face. She looked kind of confused but then she put on a small smile and my heart did a tiny happy dance. I smiled back at her as she lifted a hand up to wave at me. I waved back with small motions, staring at her sweetly.

“Hi.”

My eyes opened when I heard the door for the backyard close. “Chanyeol.” I called for him with a smile. “Hey!” He called back, matching my smile. He came up the edge of the pool and sat down, sliding his feet and calves into the water. “Can I ask how you're doing?” Chanyeol spoke with concern. I began to swim over to where he was while I answered him. “I'm feeling fine. I'm sorry for freaking out like that.”

“It’s okay, We all felt the same way, I'm sure. Plus you had the right, he is your boyfriend after all. Don’t apologize for loving him, or for wanting to protect him.”

“You’re right, I'm still sorry though.” I chuckled. I never intended to go that crazy, but the mix of having suho gone and baekhyun leaving made my heart tremble in fear for some reason. I just couldn’t handle it. “Then again, all of it made me realize something.”  I said.

“And what’s that?” Chanyeol asked when he tilted his head towards the sun and squinted his eyes.

“Love made me soft.”

AUTHORS NOTE : im backkkk!!! and i cannot wait to make the next chapter! i hope you enjoyed this and thank you for readinggg im sorry if it was a bit trashy its hella late and i was so ready to finish and start start the next one. SLEEP IS FOR THE WEAK! ive been gone too long so im going to try and push out some good chapters for you guys! thank you for your patience!

Kisses? <3333 lailaaa ~~~

[sugagimmesugar]

Only Fools Fall for You Chapter 1

Chapter 1: Just Namjoon.

Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 (In progress)

Finally he got a day off. He loved his life, his job, everything about being RM, but after months on tour, he really needed some time alone. All the members felt that way so they had parted ways right after breakfast. They had all tried to cook together, a rare treat of homeliness that as per usual ended up in chaos. The fact that they were cooking in someone else’s kitchen, since they were staying in an AirBnB, probably didn’t help either. Jin and Yoongi somehow managed to whip up something edible for all the guys, so they all left well-fed towards whatever they each had planned for their days.

Namjoon only wanted to discover yet another new town, so he spent the day wandering through the streets, occasionally popping into a shop for this and that.

This time, they had played a concert in Gothenburg, in Sweden, so the weather in Septembre was quite cold for his standards. Everybody in town was bundled up and covering their faces against the wind, so his features were easily hidden against the views of anyone who might recognize him.

After walking around town for a few hours, he decided to take a break at a record store that seemingly also had a little café and some seats where customers could listen to some of the albums for sale.

He found a table in a lonely corner and left his bag and jacket there “claiming” it for himself.

The shop was fairly empty, as to be expected on a monday in septembre. So he didn't worry about being recognized, and just went on to browse the endless shelves of records. With a low chuckle he discovered the “K-Pop” section. It was obvious that K-Pop had not quite reached this country yet, no matter how huge it already was in other parts of Europe. The “section” only consisted of one shelf which was 90% BTS and then some BlackPink. He quickly moved on to the more general selection, getting stuck, as always, on Rap.

“Hej, behöver du nån hjälp?”, he hears a voice behind him.

“Huh, sorry?”, he turns around, slightly startled by the store’s clerk, a girl around his age.

“Oh, sorry! I just asked if you need some help? Are you looking for anything in specific?” She smiles broadly, and as his surprise ebbes off, he notices more about her, the vintage jeans and red converse she’s wearing. Suppressing a laugh, he notes the sweater she’s wearing, which sports a print saying “Seduce and Destroy”.

“Haha it’s fine, I am just looking around a bit. You guys have a huge selection here so I’m just taking my time. Thank you, though.”

“Ok sure, just holla if you need something.” A short pause …..”Oh, by the way, I moved your stuff behind the counter …. a group of teens came in and you can never be too careful. So, yea, don’t worry it’s not stolen, just protected.”, she smiles at him again, his breath catching in his throat.

“ Ah, I didn’t think of that, thank you!”, trying to think of things to say to keep her in a conversation, he blurts out: “What’s your favourite artist? I have been looking through the collection here but still ended up with my old faves, I think I need some new jams. Any recommendations?”

She laughs, and looking around the store she heads straight for the pop section.

“Okay, now don’t be judgemental but this dude right here, Troye Sivan, he is incredible. I saw you with Kanye and Eminem albums so I reckon Troye is a bit different from what you usually listen to, but i recommend him 100%!” She holds up an album “Blue Neighbourhood” and another one “Bloom”.

“I will check out whatever you recommend, you’re the pro!”

“I’ll set up a listening booth for you with his albums and bring you back your stuff.”, she grins triumphantly. “As I said before, just holla if you want or need anything else.”

A few minutes later he is set up in a booth, just as she said. To top it off, he got some coffee.

Coincidentally, from his booth, he can see her workplace, the bar that is half register half café bar, so he (not-so-sneakily) watches her as she works, interacting with customers and shooting him the occasional smile or even wink.

As the music stops he realizes he didn’t even notice any lyrics or melodies, too entranced by the cute barista/clerk. “Ah shit…” he mutters to himself, trying to figure out how to restart the album as she comes walking over.

“What did you think? His voice is pretty amazing, huh?”

“Unfortunately I was a bit distracted, I didn’t manage to catch much of the music.”

“Oh sorry, that must be my fault, huh?” Another wink. It must be his lucky day.

“How ‘bout you join me at the bar. I can just show you some general recommendations and if you want you can show me some of your faves. Maybe something more interesting than Kanye and Eminem?”, she smiles at him again.

Is she flirting? No, it’s her job to be nice to customers, she is being cute for tips.

“Sure, show me all your favourites. I promise I will buy one album from your recommendations. I’ll finish my coffee and then I’ll join you.”, he smirks.

Whatever this is, a proper flirt or just a nice store clerk, he is having fun. And that’s what today is about. He already bought way too much stuff just by getting lost in all the different shops, he might as well spend his afternoon hanging out with a cute girl. Not RM, not the leader of BTS. Just some guy who likes music. Easy.

As he is sipping his coffee, he pulls out his phone to check what the others are up to.

Hobi: “Why the FUCK is it so cold here?”

Jin: “We are in Scandinavia, if u didnt notice. It’s cold here….”

Tae: “Stop being a pussy Hoseok” *image attached of the maknae line eating ice cream by the seashore*

Hobi: “….”

Namjoon can’t help but laugh, everything is as usual. Yoongi has sent him a rough mockup of a track for the next album and he plays it while checking the personal chats with the other members.

JK: “Hyung where r u”

JK: “We are somewhere at the seashore, Tae just kinda went off track somewhere….”

JK: “turns out we were just like 1 street away from a bus stop so, uh, no need to    worry… we found our way to some ice cream”

JK: “since i can see youre not even reading these i guess youre having a good time. Cya”

He rolls his eyes, of course the youngest ones almost got lost in another foreign country. He quickly types an answer.

Looking up from his phone, he catches Her staring at him. She winks at him and pats the bar in front of her. He shoots her a quick smile back and gets back to checking in on the guys.

Yoongi: “new track mayb w jin & hobi??? U decide”

Joon: “ sounds good, we can work on it together when we get back”

After checking that the members are having a good day, he quickly takes some selcas to post for ARMY later.

“Done sending selfies to your girlfriend?”, the girl smiles at him as he sets down his bag at the bar, taking a seat right in front of her.

“No girlfriend, just…. family. They always want to see that I am having fun no matter where I am.”

“How sweet! Well, if you promise that you don’t have a girlfriend or boyfriend I’ll introduce myself. I’m y/n. I am a student here but originally from y/h/c. Nice to meet you!”, her eyes sparkle as she smiles at him again, and he almost forgets to answer.

“I’m Namjoon, I’m visiting here from Korea for a few days.” He holds his hand out but exactly at that moment a customer comes to the register, so she turns away with an apologetic look.

She returns a few minutes later: “How ‘bout I put on my favourites on the store radio and you make me a little playlist of yours so I can check out what hot korean boys listen to. Show me some stuff I don’t know yet!” A small laugh and she bounces off again, fixing two coffees and soon he hears a synth riff playing on the speakers.

With a wide grin y/n comes twirling towards him, holding two iced coffees. Before he can think he is grinning at her and bouncing along to the music.

“This one’s on me, Namjoon. Don’t worry.”, she says as he holds out his card.

“I guess I am gonna have to buy you a drink later to make up for it.”, he laughs and takes the coffee.

Leaning on the bar, she watches him click away on his phone with a smile. His playlist slowly takes shape as he keeps stopping to properly listen to her music.

“Oh, wait! I just remembered, I actually know one korean artist, maybe you like his stuff. Let me just put it on for you.” A few seconds later he hears the notes he would recognize anywhere and almost bursts out laughing.

*we’re born in the moonlight… ain’t a fantasy*

[vitaminbella]

MASTERLIST-Drabbles&Prompts [2]

main masterlist

❤ - Fluff // ⚡️- Angst

☠️ - Spooky // 😈 - Suggestive

¬Taeil -

Prompt - Protective!Hyung line ❤️

Drabble - “Wanna be loved”

¬Johnny -

Prompt - Protective!Hyung line ❤️

Prompt - “I don’t care what they said! It doesn’t mean shit!” ❤️

Prompt - “Look at me- Just breathe, okay?” ⚡️

¬Taeyong -

Prompt - Protective!Hyung line ❤️

Prompt - Hunger Games!au “You’re safe now, I’ve got you.” ⚡️

Prompt - “That’s exactly the opposite of what I meant.” ⚡️

¬Yuta -

Prompt - Protective!Hyung line ❤️

Prompt - “It’s not what it looks like.” ⚡️

¬Kun -

Prompt - Protective!Hyung line ❤️

Prompt - “It must be hard with your sense of direction“ ❤️

¬Doyoung -

Prompt - Protective!Hyung line ❤️

Prompt - “Did I say that out loud?” ❤️😈

Prompt - “Talk to me.” ❤️⚡️

Drabble - “Spring love” ❤️

¬Ten -

Prompt - Protective!Hyung line ❤️

Prompt - “Are you done with that?” ⚡️

¬Jaehyun -

Prompt - Protective!Hyung line ❤️

Prompt - “It’s okay to cry...” ⚡️

Prompt - “What do you mean? It’s exciting!”❤️

Prompt - “The stars are nothing compared to the ones I’ve seen in your eyes.”⚡️

Prompt - Zombie Apocalypse w/ Jaehyun❤️

Drabble - “No love’s like our love.” ⚡️❤️😈

Prompt - “I’m Yours” ❤️

¬WinWin -

Prompt - Protective!Hyung line ❤️

Prompt - Mafia!Au ⚡️

Prompt - “You’re safe now. I’ve got you.” ⚡️❤️

Prompt - TWD!au “I could kill you right now!”

¬Jungwoo -

Prompt - Protective!Hyung line ❤️

Drabble - Yandere!Jungwoo ⚡️

Prompt - Figure Skater!Jungwoo ⚡️❤️

¬Lucas - Coming soon…

¬Mark -

Prompt - “I fell in love with my best friend.” ⚡️

Prompt - “I think I’m in love with you and that scares me half to death.”❤️

Prompt - “I adore you.” ❤️

Prompt - Mafia!Mark ⚡️

Drabble - “It’s drippin love” 😈

Drabble - “All I know is love” ❤️

Prompt - “I don’t care what they said, It doesn’t mean shit!” ⚡️

¬Renjun -

Drabble - “Wanna be yours.” ❤️

¬Jeno -

Prompt - Bad Boy!Jeno “I see the way you look at me when you think I’m not looking.” ⚡️

Drabble - “I’ll remember you” ❤️

¬Haechan -

Prompt - “Have you lost your fucking mind?” ⚡️

¬Jaemin - Coming soon…

¬Chenle - Coming soon…

¬Jisung -

Prompt - Shy!Jisung ❤️

[thewatermelonwrites]

Café Hwarang, Part 2: Firsts

Title: Café Hwarang

Pairing: Jongtae and side Onminkey

Rating: T for language (different installments will have different ratings)

Summary: BL cafes are a thing and I let my imagination go wild.

“All the packages are labeled so even if you’re not sure which pastry is which just by looking at them, you can just read the bag it came in.”

“Right.”

“Now that I’ve explained this to you for ten minutes do you understand how to do it, Taemin?”

“Yes.”

“Are you lying to me?”

“...yes.”

Kibum sighed and probably thought Taemin couldn’t see him rolling his eyes as he turned to grab Minho’s shoulder. “Please help him.” He said, sounding like it took all his remaining effort to get those three words out.

Minho looked from Kibum, to Taemin playing with the hem of his dress shirt, to the box in his hands and back to Kibum. “I can do that.”

With a small smile, Kibum patted Minho’s shoulder and left him to it, saying “Just do what Minho does,” before planting a kiss on Minho’s cheek and leaving to grab another shipment from the front door.

Minho lifted the box onto the counter and easily ripped it open, handing Taemin two pastries and keeping two for himself. Actually showing Taemin exactly where to put everything instead of simply telling him seemed to work wonders, and Taemin followed Minho’s lead with little trouble.

Even though he wasn’t trying to, Taemin’s nervousness boiled to the point where he could no longer hide its physical symptoms. Blinking nonstop and biting his lip, nibbling it down until the skin was peeling off, fingers twitching and tapping against each other. Minho seemed to notice this and asked “Are you nervous?” as Taemin was loading a cookie into the display case, making him hit the back on his head on the edge.

“Probably more like anxious at this point.” Taemin replied, wincing at the sting as he rubbed the back of his head. He wasn’t mad that Minho surprised him though, it wasn’t his fault, he was just trying to be nice.

“What are you anxious about?” Minho pressed further, not that Taemin minded. He had nothing to hide.

Taemin paused for a moment as he thought. He was scared about taking orders and messing up. He was scared about sounding stupid when he talked to the customers. He was terrified about what might happen if he was asked to perform a scene. But this was what he applied for and was hired for so there was no going back. And it wasn’t that he didn’t want this job, he really believed he could be happy here, he was just worried about what he could do to fuck up before he got the hang of things. “Everything. People. Everything to do with people.” He answered, shutting his eyes tight and opening them again, cursing himself when that didn’t stop the blinking.

“Well, I’m a people and I’m gonna help you get through today.” Minho said, standing next to Taemin as they both placed sweets on the wax paper lining the display case. That lifted a little bit of the weight off Taemin’s chest. Not much, though. “And I don’t know if this helps but I kind of get the feeling we’re going to be paired up for scenes a lot.”

The previously inconspicuous Jonghyun suddenly ripped Taemin’s attention away when he dropped a handful of roasted coffee beans onto the floor. “Shit, sorry.” He said, looking at Minho instead of the floor as he picked them back up. No biggie, it wasn’t Taemin’s job to worry about that.

But anyways. “What makes you think that, hyung?” Taemin asked, refocusing on his task for the morning.

“I just know what BL manhwas are like and I know what our customers are like.” He replied, natural smile faltering just the slightest bit. “To put it bluntly, I’m tall and muscular, so I’m basically exclusively placed in dominant roles.”

“Oh.” Taemin said, not entirely sure how he was supposed to feel about this information. “And I’m…” Scrawny. Weirdly disproportionate. Unbearably awkward. “...not muscular.”

“I’m really not trying to offend you or anything.” Minho’s words slurred together like he was in a rush to get them all out. “I’m just saying we kind of fit the stereotypes for doms and subs.” He handed Taemin the last of the pastries, warmth in his eyes showing his sincerity and sympathy. And it wasn’t like he was wrong, either. “I don’t even like doing dominant roles.”

“You don’t?” Taemin blurted out before he could think, brain never seeming to work at the same time as his mouth.

“Fuck no!” Minho said with a smile, leaning against the counter now that their job was finished. “I’m still good at it because I really enjoy acting, but…” He turned his eyes up to the ceiling, pondering what to say next. “It’s just more comfortable for me to play a character that reflects what I’m like in real life.”

Taemin never even thought about why the other employees decided to work here. It never occurred to him that some of them could’ve chosen it for reasons other than his own; money and an environment where he could be comfortable as a gay man. He obviously knew the others liked men based on their relationships, but even so, it made so much more sense for them to work here if they enjoyed acting. Because that’s really what they’re doing, performing for an audience. Taemin didn’t like acting. In fact he was terrible at it. He was always cast as a tree when he was in school. But now he could be surrounded by seasoned actors for all he knew and would stick out like a sore thumb.

If he wasn’t panicking before, he is now.

Even after preparing orders for almost two hours, Taemin still couldn’t keep his eyes open for more than a second and Jinki refused to let him see any customers until he felt comfortable enough. Thing is, Taemin wasn’t sure he’d ever be comfortable. He knew his first interaction would be a disaster anyways so he thought it’d be better to get it over with sooner rather than later but he didn’t have the breath in his lungs to tell Jinki that. And worse yet, the one person he thought might be able to help him was waiting on double the tables due to his absence. He felt like an asshole.

So trapped in his own thoughts, Taemin didn’t even realize he was staring at Jonghyun until Kibum joined Taemin at his side, following his gaze before a knowing smirk stretched across his face. “So how was your date?”

Taemin nearly dropped the plate he was washing into the sink. “W-what date? How did you know about that??” He stammered, blood starting to rush up his neck.

“I know everything.” Kibum said matter-of-factly, reaching across Taemin to grab a rag. Taemin’s shoulders slumped and he glowered at Kibum underneath his eyebrows. “Jonghyun is notoriously bad at keeping secrets.” He relented, grabbing the plate as soon as Taemin was done washing to dry it off.

Taemin felt his stomach churn. He knew Kibum and Jonghyun were friends, of course, and he didn’t mind if Jonghyun told people they went out, but he at least wished Jonghyun said something beforehand. But that’s dumb, it wasn’t like the date was a secret. Jonghyun had no reason not to tell anyone. Taemin bit the inside of his mouth for overreacting to something so stupid. It was just the one friend. It was just one little date.

It was just one question he could’ve asked.

Kibum glanced at Taemin from the corner of his eye only to turn his whole body towards him. “Woah, Taemin, are you oka - ”

“Taemin!!” Someone interrupted, calling from behind him. He spun around to see Jinki leaning across the counter, blowing his bangs out of his eyes. “Someone just requested you for a scene.”

“M-me?!” Taemin stuttered, which, duh, of course it was him, he’s the only Taemin here, what an idiot thing to say. “Can they do that?”

“They must’ve seen you working back here.” Jinki clarified in a way that only made sense to himself. “And yes, you’re an employee, so they’re allowed to ask for whoever they want.”

Taemin’s face burned from both frustration and embarrassment, because obviously he’s an employee. Obviously he has to do his job. This shouldn’t be surprising to him. “Who is it with?” He asked, the first thing in his mind that made sense.

“Me.” Jinki gestured for Taemin to follow him but Taemin’s feet were glued to the floor. And his hands were wet. And all the scenes he had read up on had suddenly evaporated from his brain. He thought of everything and nothing at once and he couldn’t move until Kibum pushed him towards the dining area. He would’ve thanked him if his throat wasn’t closing up.

It was so much easier to keep walking now that he was already in motion, and he had enough sense to wipe his hands dry on his apron. Usually he would’ve done that on his shirt but this was a dress shirt and he didn’t have an extra so he applauded himself for managing that much. And suddenly he didn’t have the space in his head to be irritated anymore. Just anxious. That’s one less bad emotion than before. Maybe this wouldn’t be a complete and total disaster.

At least he thought he could pull through until he reached the table where two high school girls were giggling behind their hands, hiding their pink faces. He was going to make a fool of himself in front of them and they’d never come back and it’d be his fault.

“Taemin.” Jinki said, grabbing his attention yet again. Taemin tried to focus on what Jinki was telling him. It was important. He needed to know this. Jinki reached down to a small box on the table and pulled out a pocky stick, holding it between their faces. “You remember how to do this, right?”

Right. The pocky scene. Flirting and then more fake kissing. He knew the jist. “Yes.”

“Okay good.” Jinki handed Taemin the whole box and pulled out a chair for him to sit down. Right at the same table as the girls. Oh god, no. This was way too close for him, they’d be able to see his fuck-ups so clearly. He’d have no way to hide them.

He ignored the pit in his stomach and sat down, back stiff, face blank, hands curled around his apron. The girls were laughing. They were laughing at him and he hadn’t even done anything yet.

He wanted out.

Jinki didn’t hear Taemin’s silent pleas for help and cleared his throat at him, and Taemin’s heart jumped three feet in the air. He wasn’t doing what he was supposed to be doing. His fingers fumbled to open the box of snacks and his whole hand shook when he tried putting a stick in his mouth and the girls were giggling again. This was a mistake. The pocky tasted like dirt but he couldn’t spit it out.

“What are you eating, Taemin?” Jinki asked, and Taemin had heard that exact sentence before. It was a part of their script.

Taemin shoved the rest of the stick into his mouth, swallowing it down as fast as he could and hiding the box underneath the table. “Nothing, hyung.” He answered with practiced levelness.

Jinki placed a hand on the back of Taemin’s chair and leaned in until Taemin’s face burned. “You know you’re not supposed to eat on the clock, right?” He said, and Jinki’s warm breath wasn’t helping with the way Taemin’s body was on fire.

Somehow his hand managed to only shake a little when he placed the box on the table again, trying to look as embarrassed as he felt. “I’m sorry, hyung. Please don’t tell anyone?” His own voice sounded strange to his ears. This wasn’t him and those weren’t his words. They were chosen for him.

Jinki hummed and looked off to the side at nothing in particular, also something he had obviously practiced beforehand. “I suppose I could do that.”

The smile that pulled at Taemin’s lips was so forced it was almost painful. “Thank you, hyung, I promise - ”

“If you do something for me, that is.” Jinki’s eyes twinkled as he smirked and one of the girls squealed while the other wrapped her hands around her friend’s arm.

Taemin’s mouth went dry again and no matter how many times he licked his lips he still cracked when he said “L-like what?” The girl started shaking her friend back and forth and they were giggling again. Taemin’s stomach dropped.

Instead of answering with words, Jinki grabbed his own pocky stick from the box, holding it between his fingers like he was supposed to. “Share with me?”

“What?” Taemin said, getting that much out before the pocky was placed in his mouth by Jinki, and Jinki’s lips were around the other end, and his face kept coming closer. Taemin shut his eyes tight on reflex, feeling Jinki place his hand on his cheek, turning their heads away from the girls and biting off his end of the stick, close enough for it to look like they were actually kissing. Both the girls screamed and Taemin’s heart was beating so fast it made him dizzy, his whole body freezing up, counting the seconds that dragged on for far too long.

And then it was over. Jinki was gone, standing by the table and thanking the girls, hoping they enjoyed the scene. They nodded as they laughed again and Taemin ate the rest of the pocky that was still hanging out of his mouth. He was surprised when he realized he could actually taste it.

“Um...excuse me?” A timid voice called from not far off, and Taemin followed the sound to see a customer shaking her hand in front of Jonghyun’s face, trying to grab his attention. He had his paper and pen in his hand but he wasn’t looking at her, he was looking at him. Their eyes met for a brief second and Taemin remembered he was upset. Before he could even glare at him, Jonghyun jumped and spun around, realizing his mistake and apologizing to the customer.

“Taemin? Taemiiiiin??” Now it was Taemin’s turn to be startled. “I said you can go back to the kitchen now.” Jinki said in a gentle voice, rubbing Taemin’s back and grounding him in reality again. His face went red and the girls were laughing as they waved goodbye to them both, Jinki leading Taemin away with his hand still between his shoulders.

Taemin stopped when Jinki did, right at the kitchen entrance, and Jinki’s arms raised before falling to his sides again. He patted Taemin’s shoulder instead. “You did a perfect job, Taemin.”

“I did?!” Taemin let out, not thinking again. He thought for sure it was a disaster and he’d be fired on the spot. How could anyone think that trainwreck was okay?

“Yeah, those girls definitely had the hots for you.” Jinki laughed, the kind that made his smile take over his face and his eyes disappear.

Which, what? That made no sense. They were laughing at him the whole time, they probably thought he was a los -

Oh wait. The blushing, the squeals, the giggles, they all started to add up. Those girls have a crush on him. Taemin flushed a deep red and tried to fight the smile creeping onto his face. He needed to go back to work now. Girls liked him. He had a job to do. Two people out there think he’s cute. Maybe more.

Taemin shook his head in an attempt to clear his thoughts and thanked Jinki. Jinki praised him again and went back to the dining area while Taemin returned to the kitchen, where Kibum was washing the dishes by himself. His whole face lit up when he saw him, asking how it went, for him to spill all the details, congratulating him for getting through his first scene.

And when he told Kibum it went well, it didn’t feel like a lie.

“How was your first day at work, Taemin-ah?” Jonghyun asked, walking backwards and not watching where he was going.

“Good.” He answered, not watching where he was going either in favor of looking at the snow beneath his feet before he crunched it. The blanket of flawless white hurt his eyes but he didn’t dare lift his head.

“Yeah?” Jonghyun said, and Taemin could hear the grin in his voice before he turned around, probably deciding not knowing if he was about to run into a pole was not the best idea. Taemin could still feel his warmth through their layers of clothes as they walked side by side. “What made it good?”

“Um.” Taemin hummed, recalling today’s events. It was a long one, but he didn’t feel tired. Not like his old job where he’d be exhausted after barely an hour. “I did a scene.”

“I saw that!” Jonghyun sounded so excited it made Taemin wish he wanted to see him. “You did a great job, especially considering it was your first time.”

Taemin couldn’t stop the blush that was creeping up his cheeks and hid it underneath his scarf instead. “Thanks.”

They continued walking in silence, most of the cars cleared from the early night streets, only occasionally covering the sound of their footsteps. “Are you mad at me, Taeminnie?”

Mad? No, Taemin wouldn’t say that. He never gets mad. “Just annoyed.” It was the truth but he immediately wanted to take it back after Jonghyun stopped walking, boots fixed in place on the sidewalk.

“Oh.” Was all he said, and now Taemin was looking at him, not knowing Jonghyun well enough to read the expression on his face. “Do you want me to leave or should we talk about it?” He sounded so normal Taemin felt a pang in his heart.

And Taemin didn’t want to be upset with Jonghyun. He liked him, and he wanted to keep liking him, and he wished this feeling would go away so he could keep doing that. One day he hoped they could be something, and letting these shitty feelings fester inside him would ultimately only hurt their relationship. “I have time.” He answered without giving an answer.

They ended up in a nearby Starbucks, Taemin sitting alone in a corner booth while he waited for Jonghyun to come back with their drinks. He could still see the snow falling outside and tried counting the flakes. They were too fast, obviously, but at least it gave him something to focus on while he waited.

“Here you go, Taemin-ah.” Jonghyun slid his peppermint cocoa across the table and Taemin held it eagerly in his hands, warming them up until he could feel them again. He forgot one of his gloves today. The other one he didn’t forget, he just hasn’t found it yet. Jonghyun did the opposite when he sat across from him, taking his scarf off and unbuttoning his jacket. “So what’s up?” He asked, still trying to sound normal

Taemin opened his mouth to answer before he thought better of it. “It’s stupid, I shouldn’t have said anything in the first place, can we drop it? I’m sorry.”

“Taemin-ah,” Jonghyun reached his hand out, heading for Taemin’s own, but it landed on the table about halfway through. “If it’s affecting you then it’s not stupid. Your feelings exist for a reason.”

That made so much sense it felt obvious, yet Taemin had never thought that way. He was taught there were good and bad emotions; good ones you could show all you want, but the bad ones you had to smother and hide away. You shouldn’t be feeling that way in the first place, and the fact that you do makes you a bad person. The only way to get rid of them was to blame yourself until they never wanted to come back.

They always came back.

But Jonghyun said they existed for a reason, they don’t just pop out of nowhere, there needed to be something causing it. Whether you like that reason or not is up to you. And right now, Jonghyun was the reason. “You told Kibum we went on a date? Why?”

Jonghyun nodded slowly and sat back in his chair, taking a quick sip of his coffee before replying. “Kibum is a friend I keep updated on whatever’s going on in my life. He likes to talk about that kind of stuff.” Taemin felt nauseous again. Jonghyun shouldn’t even have to explain this to him, it’s so stupid, it doesn’t even matter. “I’m not going to put words in your mouth, Taemin-ah, so would you mind telling me why that bothers you? I’m just trying to understand, is all.”

Taemin huffed and his eyebrows knitted, because he really didn’t want to be talking about this. He wanted Jonghyun to forget about it and he wanted things to go back to the way they were before. But at the same time, he couldn’t shake this frustration off. It was to the point that his frustration with Jonghyun made him frustrated with himself for being frustrated. And well, Jonghyun asked, so. “You didn’t tell me you were going to gossip about me to our coworkers. They’re - ” He sighed and took a sip of his drink. Tried to ground himself. Make himself make sense. “They’re going to look at me different because they know you better. They know I like you and they could tease me about that. And…” His throat constricted and burned even hotter than when his cocoa was running down it. It was a mean thing to say, he couldn’t finish that sentence.

“What is it, Taemin-ah?” Jonghyun encouraged him to talk further after waiting for him to continue for a few moments. “You can tell me.”

The words bubbled at his lips, his heart wanted them out, but his brain was holding him back. But Jonghyun was expecting an answer. He needed to say something. He needed to get this out. “If we don’t last, they’ll blame me for it.” There. It was out. He felt awful and like a shitty person for saying it, but it was out there. “I just started working here and their opinions about me are already being made.” Taemin shook his head, trying to forget what he had just said, got his feet under him so he could stand. “I’m complaining about nothing, I’m sorry, I’ll leave - ”

He was halted by a warm palm laying on his fist. For a second, he just stared at the unexpected gesture, before following the arm attached to it until he found Jonghyun’s face looking back at him. His nose was red, his cheeks were red, and his lips, ghost of a smile playing at the corners, were red too. “I’m sorry, Taemin.”

“What?” Taemin asked, incredulous, sitting back down so he could get this next part out. “Why are you sorry? I’m the one being stupid.”

“I understand why you’re upset with me.” Jonghyun said, so gentle and genuine it tore Taemin up inside, brain not accepting this reaction, why he wasn’t telling him he was overreacting. “I’m still getting to know you. I didn’t know you’d feel this way, and I never would’ve said anything if I had. I made a mistake and I’m sorry.”

Taemin couldn’t think of anything to say to that. He was completely blindsided by this compassion, so different from every other situation he had been in, he had no prior experience to refer back to. “Thank you.” It came out without thinking, but it fit. He was thankful. Thankful that Jonghyun had listened, had took him seriously, didn’t make him feel any stupider than he already made himself feel. He still thought he shouldn’t have brought it up, such an insignificant problem, but at the same time, he was glad he did. Jonghyun wasn’t upset with him and he could breathe again.

“Relationships involve more than one person and I neglected the other person in ours. I’ll try and be more mindful of that in the future.” Jonghyun pulled his hand away to grab his cup and take a drink, like he hadn’t just turned Taemin’s world inside out. “Sound good?”

It sounded amazing. “Yes.”

An hour later, Jonghyun was walking Taemin back to his apartment. They were talking about whatever came to mind, another first for Taemin, so used to closing himself off. He couldn’t remember a time where he could speak so freely to anyone, not even his parents. He barely knew Jonghyun and yet he didn’t feel the need to hide any of the things he hated about himself around him. Jonghyun listened when he was supposed to, said all the right things, never once made Taemin second guess himself. He was comfortable and he felt like home, his laughter like the warmth of a fireplace, the inside of his arms like a bed after a long day, his hands the blankets covering you and making you feel secure, one cupping Taemin’s neck, the other resting on the small of his back.

Taemin had no idea what he looked like when he pulled away from the hug, and for once, he didn’t care. It didn’t matter red and splotchy his face was, because right now, Jonghyun was so close to him. He was right there, with snowflakes landing on his eyelashes, smiling at him, so beautiful Taemin just wanted to…

“I really want to kiss you right now.” Somehow Jonghyun got the words out before Taemin did. His heart was bursting in his chest and his face hurt from grinning so much but all he could do was smile some more.

Taemin was never really good at talking, anyways.

So rather than responding with words, Taemin walked closer instead, until their shoes were touching. Leaned in until their noses were touching, too, staying there so they could look into each other’s eyes, such an intimate gesture yet Taemin didn’t feel awkward and didn’t want to shy away. Twisting his head so their lips could meet, taking the air out of his lungs, making his heart sing. Holding Jonghyun in the snow, smiling into the kiss, feeling Jonghyun smile back.

If every day at work could be like this first one, Taemin thinks he could be just fine.

[meltwonu]

71. “Don’t fucking touch what is not yours.”

96. “Your ass is going to be seven different shades of red after that little stunt.”

notes; THREESOME, anal, name calling, minor objectification, creampies, hair pulling, HAHAHA WHEW!!🥵🥵🥵 THIS IS A HOT IDEA 🤪🤪, this is in my mafia/gang!svt au where jun and minghao are both in kitty gang hehehehehehe, also this is long so the rest is under the cut!! thank you for requesting! enjoy! 💕

“Your ass is going to be seven different shades of red after that little stunt.” Minghao taunts.

Jun pushes you onto the tattered sofa, lips curving into a cheshire smile. Minghao follows behind him, locking the door and trapping the three of you inside of the small room.

Jun’s lips are on you a second later, teeth clashing in a heated kiss that you immediately melt into as Minghao quietly observes. He removes his leather jacket, tossing it onto a nearby chair before taking a seat next to you on the sofa.

“You know exactly what you did, doll. You shouldn’t have interfered with our business.” Minghao begins to unbutton his pants, palming himself over his underwear as he watches Jun slowly push you down harder onto the sofa, hands roaming and squeezing your skin through your clothes.

“Wonwoo-hyung said we had to share, Jun-hyung. Mind easing off a little?” Minghao drawls; in no real rush. Jun pulls away from you, a line of spit connecting your mouths together as he grins down at you.

“But she likes me better. Don’tcha?”

“Fuck you both, honestly.” You retort, cheeks hot when you realize how wet you were already getting from the thought of getting fucked by both of them.

“Well, actually we’re kinda hoping it’s the other way around and we’ll both be fuckin’ you.” Jun quips, peeling off his tank top before he starts to work on his belt buckle. In the meantime, Minghao pushes Jun to the side, squeezing your cheeks in his hand before he leans in to kiss you. But Jun is quick, growling as he pushes Minghao away before his lips can even meet yours.

“Don’t fucking touch what is not yours!”

“Jun-hyung, respectfully, shut the fuck up. She’s not yours.”

“She’s not yours either!”

“Why don’t you both shut up and fuck me already!” You bite your lip, somewhat embarrassed when both of them turn to look at you with a brow raised. The two males immediately share a look, hands out as they play a silent game of rock, paper, scissors. Minghao wins, grinning when he tugs on your wrist.

“I won, so I’ll be fuckin’ your cute ‘lil pussy while Jun gets to fuck your cute ass.”

“God, finally, you two argue too fucking much.”

Minghao deadpans at you just as Jun threads a hand through your hair, tugging on it harshly as you wince.

“And you talk too fuckin’ much for a cumslut, so why don’t you can it.” You immediately do, figuring you’re outnumbered anyway.

Minghao and Jun, despite how much they fight over you, work in tandem perfectly. Minghao curves his fingers into your pussy, calculated flicks of his wrist that have you begging him for more. While Jun eases his own fingers into your ass, scissoring and working you open to take his thick cock.

“Go--god, please just fuck me, I want your cocks already!” You whine, biting your bottom lip when Jun uses his free hand to slap your ass.

“So fuckin’ impatient for cock, no wonder you’re always under that fuckin’ Jeonghan guy.” Jun retorts, sinking his fingers knuckle deep as you moan.

“Oh please, she’s such a ‘lil cumslut she was fuckin’ around with that Mingyu a couple days ago. He’s such a blabbermouth, all he did was talk about how well she takes cock. But it seems like all she knows is how to take cock, huh?” Minghao smirks, curling his fingers into your g-spot. The two share a quick look, both pulling their fingers out of you before using your wetness to coat their cocks.

“In a couple days, she’ll probably be underneath someone else. Since she’s so good at it. But it’s not like I’m complaining~” Jun whispers next to your ear, licking the shell of it before he grips his cock. Minghao settles back onto the sofa, hand wrapped around his own cock as you hover above him.

“Sink down onto me, doll.” Nodding feverishly, you groan when you feel the head of Minghao’s cock at your entrance, sinking down onto him slowly as Jun waits behind you.

You release a shaky breath when Minghao bottoms out inside of you, Jun’s hand on the small of your back pushing you down further until your chest meets Minghao’s.

“Ready for me too, baby?” You clench around Minghao’s cock, nodding shakily when you feel Jun’s cock positioned at your puckered hole.

“Relax for me.” You take a deep breath at Jun’s eerily soft voice; willing your body to relax when he starts to ease his cock past the tight ring of muscle. Minghao’s hands are on your waist, massaging the skin as you bite your lip at the stretch.

“Oh g-god, fuck, ‘m so full!” You mewl, knowing Jun hadn’t even bottomed out yet.

Minghao uses a hand to tilt your face up to meet his, kissing you and swallowing up all your moans as Jun finally sheathes himself inside of you. He gives you a moment to adjust, hands on your ass as he watches you and Minghao continue to kiss.

“Okay, that’s enough lovey-dovey shit.” Jun rolls his eyes, threading a hand through your hair before he pulls, forcing your upper body upright.

“Need we remind you this isn’t exactly your lovely abode, slut.” Minghao scoffs at Jun’s words, hands on your waist again before he slightly thrusts up into you.

“Ever the charmer, Jun-hyung.”

The two males work in unison, alternating their thrusts and keeping you on edge. Your concept of time is lost while in between the two; only focusing on the pleasure coursing through your veins as they continue to fuck you.

Jun keeps a hand locked tight in your hair while you brace yourself on Minghao’s chest, cries spilling from your lips freely.

“God, she’s so fuckin’ tight. No wonder Wonwoo-hyung always disappears for ‘business’.” Minghao jokes.

“I don’t blame him, I guess. Shit, her ass is so tight, next time we’re switching places and I’m fuckin’ her pussy.” Jun groans, eyes rolling to the back of his head when he feels you tightening around his cock.

“Aww, is the cumslut getting close already? Are you satisfied with two cocks filling up your holes?” Minghao’s voice is sweet yet teasing, eyes glimmering with glee when he sees your own eyes foggy with lust.

“Y-yeah, hah, f-fuck, feels suh--so full ‘n good…” You slur out, feeling the tension in your body ready to snap at any second. “Mmh, fuck , pl--please cum inside me! W-want your cum…” You mewl, eyes fluttering shut when Jun’s grip on your hair tightens and he doubles his pace.

“Fuck, you really are a little cumslut.” Jun laughs airily, “Okay, since you asked so kindly~”

Jun and Minghao both fuck you faster, chasing their own orgasms and the only noise you can hear are the sound of their moans and yours mixing in the small space. Minghao reaches a hand down, fingertips on your clit when he feels how much tighter you’re getting around him.

“O-oh, fuck, ‘m cumming!” You warn, just as Minghao rubs your clit harder. He chuckles watching your face contort in pleasure; eyes flitting momentarily to Jun who’s face also locks up absolute bliss when he cums in your ass. 

“Oh, fuuuuuuuck.”

Minghao is the last to cum, quiet groans on his lips when he cum inside of your throbbing pussy.

Jun’s fingers slide from your hair as he tries to catch his breath, soft laughter spilling from his lips. The two of them stay sheathed inside you for a second before grinning at each other, both of them pulling their cocks out of you at once as you moan and clench at the sudden emptiness. Minghao slides out from underneath you, letting your body flop against the tattered sofa as their cum leaks out of your holes.

You feel sated and tired, fingertips trailing down your body to your swollen pussy. Moaning, you play with the mix of their cum, fingering it back into your pussy as the two males watch in fascination.

“Goddamn, she really is a cumslut.” Minghao breathes out; Jun nodding next to him as they both attempt to get dressed. There’s a knock at the door just as they toss their shirts on, Jihoon’s voice on the other side.

“Are you guys done yet? Wonwoo needs an update on the info breach.”

You bring your cum stained fingers to your mouth, licking off the substance before you smirk cheekily at the males.

“You should get dressed, unless you want Jihoon to have his turn with you.”

[liljoonie]

BTS Kim Namjoon | Mafia AU | My Perfect Love Ch.7 | Kiss

*Author Note: Hey y’all I’m still alive and I have finished my finals. All I wanna do is throw middle fingers at every fucking teacher I walk by, but my ass will get whooped if I do that. Thank you all for keeping up with ‘My Perfect Love’. Just to let you know there will be a shit ton of smut in the upcoming chapters. So, if you ain’t a weird-ass like myself, go search up some fluffs or something bc this AU isn’t for you. As promised tho I will go back to my regular schedule of posting everyday or every other day at the least. Nonetheless, Thanks for the support!*

The room quickly got cold, and went silent. I could tell from the tension in the atmosphere that Jackson was not a topic that they wanted to discuss.

Suga scoffed “That fuck-nugget betrayed us.”

“How so?” I asked.

“Suga brought him into the group because they were childhood best friends. We trusted him, and one day we come back to our base being ambushed. It turned out that Jackson was leaking our information to other gangs.” Jin explained.

“But why would he do that?”

“Don’t know” Namjoon replied.

I looked over to Suga who was in distress. “Y/N I hope you now know why I was so against you joining us earlier. But, you stuck with the mission and always kept the others in mind, which is enough to show me that you belong here.” Suga said.

“Well it’s not that hard to work with the others though.” I replied.

Jungkook then spoke “Yeah, it’s really not. But Jackson hyung always had an ‘every man for himself’ mindset, if we weren’t able to keep up with him, he would even threaten to leave us.”

I couldn’t bring myself to believe Jungkook’s words. The Jackson that I knew was always trustworthy, and in a worst case scenario, I would be the one to leave him, not the other way around. But, the man that they described seemed like an actual dick that only looked out for himself.

“But you didn’t leave us at all Y/N. You stuck to the plans and got everything done.” Jimin added.

“Thanks everyone. I’m looking forward to work with all of you.” I bowed, and everyone smiled widely, like proud-ass parents.

“Come Y/N, I’ll show you to your room.” Namjoon said.

The two of us made our way up the stairs to the third floor. “All of our rooms are located on this floor, Jin and Suga’s rooms are on the left, followed by Jungkook’s and Taehyung’s. If you go straight Jimin and Hoseok’s rooms are there. My room is to the right and your room will be right next to mine.” Namjoon explained each detail of the floor vividly.

“And, if you don’t mind we will be sharing a bathroom.” Namjoon gestured to the bathroom with his ears turning red.

“Thanks Namjoon, I think I’ll start by taking a bath first.” He smiled at me.

“Okay Y/N, call me if you need anything.”

Namjoon went into his room and closed the door, as I made my way to the bathroom. I opened the door to an enormous, black marble bathroom.

“Holy fuck” I said to myself.

The shower was fucking huge and had the black marble pattern across the back of the glass walls. I opened one of the cabinets and found a shit ton of luxury products and towels. I grabbed one of the towels and hung it near the shower. I then took a few of the products and turned on the shower. I stripped and hopped in through the glass door. The water was hella warm and soothing.

“Shit, I’ll miss this” I said to myself.

As I washed the day’s work off my body I began to let my mind endlessly wander. (*Author note: I ain’t gonna describe this shower scene too much bc I do RM x Reader smuts hehe*) What will happen after I expose these them? In all honesty as much as I despise their line of work, I can’t deny how loyal they are to one another. Why would Jackson want to leave this? What are his true motives? I brought myself back to reality, and turned off the water. I opened the shower door and wrapped myself with the towel that I had hung earlier. I scanned the room looking for something that I had seemed to have forgotten.

“Fuck Y/N, out of all things, you forgot clothes.”

I began to replay the events of my day from the time I woke up, and concluded that I had no fucking shit that I needed to survive, because I had left it in my house. I glanced at my clothes from earlier and thought about how I literally murdered a bitch in those.

“I don’t fucking think so.” I said to myself.

I tried to think of ways to wash my clothes, or at least ways to not have to wear fucking nothing. But since, I couldn’t think of anything, I decided to use the last card I had left. I clenched the towel and tightly wrapped it around my body. I opened the bathroom door and peeked out, trying to check if there was anyone in the halls. To my surprise there wasn’t anyone, so I walked out and stood in front of Namjoon’s bedroom door.

“You can do this Y’N. He’s a micro-penised virgin.” I knocked on Namjoon’s door 

‘Knock-knock’

Namjoon opened the door and his eyes shot straight open as soon as he saw me.

“Y-Y/N w-what are you doing dressed like that?” His face and ears were a bright red color as he looked at me, only a towel hiding my naked body.

“Hey Namjoon, I left my clothes at my house, do you think I can borrow some?” Namjoon’s eyes widened even more, not taking his gaze off of my body.

“Y-yeah c-come in” I walked into Namjoon’s bedroom, which was very wide and spacious. He had a king-sized bed and his whole room had black walls. He closed the door and started to dig through one of drawers.

“Y/N I have no clothes for females so is it okay if I just lend you some of mine?” I nodded and smiled at him which made him blush.

“Fucking easy” I whispered to myself.

As he shuffled through his drawers I had the bright idea to get my revenge from earlier. “Here Y/N” he handed me the clothes and gazed at my body once again. I smirked.

“Why Daddy, do you want to see?” Namjoon shifted his eyes to my face; he looked as though I had just caught him jerking off.  

“Sorry Y/N it’s not that, you’re just really fucking gorgeous.” I turned red, as Namjoon looked away from me.

“Fucking smooth” I thought to myself.

“You don’t have to look away, I’m yours remember.” I said to him. He blushed and smiled, as I put his hand on my waist where it was the most slender.

“Thanks Y/N. But we can take it slow if you’re not ready.” I smiled at Namjoon’s concern.

“Don’t worry Daddy; I am very certain that I have much more experience than you do.”

Namjoon chuckled at his own humiliation. “You got me there Y/N.”

“Here, let me show you how experienced I am.”

I wrapped my hands around Namjoon’s neck, which made him blush. I leaned closer to his face reducing the distance between his big-ass lips and mine. I softly pecked his lip, giving him the sensation of warmth. I smirked.

“That’s not it Daddy.”

I leaned back into his lips and pressed against him once again, slowly moving my lips and taking control over his. I pressed my body against his, only a towel covering my body. The kiss got deeper and deeper; I bit his lip, asking for permission to let my tongue slide into his mouth. He opened his mouth, and my tongue slid in, wrapping around his, and guiding the movements of his tongue together with mine. Namjoon’s hot breath and saliva collided with mine, as we cherished the feeling of our lips pressed against one another. I pulled out from the kiss in order to catch my breath, and Namjoon did as well.

“Y-you feel so fucking good Y/N.” He said, still panting.

“Thanks, but it’s getting late now, and I need to rest.” I took the clothes and started to walk towards the door. Namjoon smiled at me.

“See you tomorrow!” he said.

I blushed; and opened the door and quickly closed it behind me.

I was shaking, but I didn’t exactly know why. I’ve had quite a few boyfriends, and I have kissed a shit ton of guys in my lifetime, but it felt different with him.

“Fuck Y/N” I said to myself, as I walked to my room and opened the door.

The room was hella breathtaking. There laid a queen sized bed, with big-ass windows behind it. The room was mostly black, fairly similar to Namjoon’s room, but the windows had a clear view of the scenery and the night sky. I took a look at the clothes that Namjoon had given me. It was a thin black shirt and some boxers.

“Beggars can’t be fuckin choosers Y/N.”

I slipped on the clothes, and plopped my fat-ass down on the bed, as I began to reminisce on my heated make out with Namjoon. My lips were still tingling, as I could still feel the taste of his mouth. I could feel my body starting to heat up. “Hell no am I turned on right now.” I told myself.

No response, no clue. I started to slowly drift off to sleep, as I reminded myself once again.

~ “You better not fall in love with him” ~

-Y/N

[atinybitofau]

W O O Y O U N G ⇛ mafia au

WHEN A PANE OF GLASS KEEPS YOU TWO APART

a/n: sorry the updates are taking long guys. forgive meee.

• he’s running his fingertips over the swollen parts of his lip while he watches you.

• waits in line like a Good Samaritan.

• thinking about how lucky he is for having landed a gorgeous woman like you to do his dirty work.

• how much leisure can a man like him have?

• from getting the money he wants—

• albeit dirty and classless,

• but the fortune and the power

• a hard working criminal like him deserves it.

• but he’s hungry for something else.

• and he’s next in line.

• “Mr. Jung! It’s good to see you again.”

• he smirks under your beaming gaze. “Right back at you, y/n.”

• you blush under the eyes of a handsome business man. “I-I have your account withholdings ready for you. If you’d like the report, of course.”

• he leans forward towards the glass hoping one day his boss would give him the thumbs up to blowing this place to shreds just for you

• “If you will, ms. y/n. I’d really appreciate it.”

• he’s staring unknowingly at how your lips move.

• how firm your smile makes him.

• he visibly swallows when you bend down, cleavage for show.

• his eyes darken and he says something else. “You’re looking extremely well these days, y/n. Glowing if I do say so myself.”

• you blush clumsily bumping into everything on your desk while you slide his checkbook into his side of the glass. “W-why thank you, Mr. Jung. Just happier is all.”

• “And why’s that?”

• he thinks you’re the best woman alive.

• the only woman he’d ever want.

• how you’d fit right in his passenger seat when things work out for the better.

• “Because you’re always here to make the glass in front of me seem like it doesn’t exist.” you joke.

• you think he’s gorgeous.

• way too high of a standard for you.

• you make the bare minimum everyday and you’ve seen the money in his account.

• he’s just too sweet of a man, too rich.

• and really good at making you weak at the knees even if you two were always split by a pane of glass.

• “I hope the numbers keep you satisfied, Mr. Jung.”

• he licks at his teeth watching you look at his bare chest through the unbuttoned shit he wore.

• he’d gladly take it off as soon as you ask.

• “Always, Ms. y/n. You always do.”

• you watch him walk away,

• another man way out of your league before you’re calling the next man on your account lists.

• next.

• “How come San gets approved, hm?” Wooyoung slams his hand down on Seonghwa’s desk while Hongjoong’s away on leader duties. “Whenever I ask, I get put aside for menial differences. He gets to fuck around when I’m already working for you people!”

• Seonghwa scoffs at the way Wooyoung persists.

• not knowing why he’s so hot and bothered by a plain accountant like you.

• “San’s girlfriend was willing. Will yours?”

• he thinks it’s a game he’s willing to play.

• he thinks Seonghwa and the rest of them just have it in for him.

• that the hard work he does only gets paid in certain dues—

• no.

• no he wants more.

• he’s greedy for more.

• he cocks his machine gun and watches Yunho kill his cigarette from where he leans against his car.

• “You know, hyung is gonna kill the both of us for this.” Yunho chuckles with a faint shake of the head. “How much you’re willing to risk just to break that glass.. what makes you think she’ll be willing to have you?”

• it’s not whether you’re willing.

• it’s that Wooyoung gets what he wants.

• unlike San,

• he has to fight for those things.

• and believe me, he will.

• “Jongho.” he pierces at his in ear. “Blow this place up.”

• Yunho’s chuckling again hoping you were more than just an accountant like Wooyoung says you are.

• had no doubt, you handle his money too.

• but he knows not every woman would be willing to get dragged into a life like this.

• at least not dragged into a life with Wooyoung.

• not when Wooyoung does everybody’s dirty work.

• hostages are held at gunpoint while Woo scavenges for cash,

• easy money.

• he’s used this technique every time.

• to get the girl however?

• this was a bet he may not be able to afford.

• you’re shaking at your knees under your desk knowing at some point a bank like yours would get compromised.

• but with you in it?

• what were the chances?

• not as slim as you think when you see Wooyoung holding his hand out, chewing gum in his mouth while cocking at you.

• “Hey y/n.”

• you choke on your saliva. “M-mr. Jung?”

• you take the chance to study his apparel.

• how he’s covered in ammunition and war tools.

• “Y-you,” a tear slips off your cheek and you’re stumbling back. “You’re in the mafia?”

• he smirks at you kneeling down. “And you’ve been handling our money, baby. Surprise.”

• you’ve only ever seen him behind the glass.

• his outlaw masked by his beauty that had once been untouchable

• now...

• now you were terrified.

• “Please.” you beg hand cradling your shaky mouth. “Please don’t kill me..”

• he licks his teeth again feeling an unruly sense of power when he sees you tremble in fear. “I’d never kill you.”

• your eyes change and you know he’s the same man you meet every friday.

• the same man who compliments at least one thing about you.

• and how long he’s spending with you right now instead of compromising the entire bank answering the blank lines in your head.

• “Did you do all this to get me?”

• his eyes wash in a tender glare when he hears your voice soften,

• the thoughts in your head resound when you speak different words.

• heart beating too fast when you look at him like that—

• like he’s out of your league.

• “Frankly, I’m tired of sharing the only person willing to do my dirty work for me. So partly yes. Yes I’m doing this to get you.”

• you huff. “You’re insane, you know that?”

• he perks up at that. “You know, my work isn’t easy either. I kill people, steal money, double deal on the daily. The work you do isn’t half the amount of work I do.”

• you don’t notice how you’re up against the wall, his gun threatening at the hip of your thigh. “The work you do should never be rewarded. What you do is past the bare minimum, Jung Wooyoung.

• “Then have you been rewarding me every Friday, y/n? Call it what you will but I think that’s more than bare minimum even in your circumstances.”

• you glance down at his moving lips. “Your dirty work. I’ve been doing YOURS for the past five years.”

• his breath hitches and he forgets for a split second that he’s holding a gun.

• almost drops it when his lips brush against yours.

• wanting you to do the work for him by leaning in just a little more.

• “So how about I reward you for all the work you’ve done for me, hm?” he hushes you softly carving you into him.

• one thing Yunho didn’t know about you..

• the dirty work that you do is strictly ALL for this man.

• and you’re more than willing to let him pay you back the compensation,

• the bare minimum not able to add up.

• “You’ve broken the glass, Wooyoung.” you whisper hand on his vibrating chest. “Now how are you gonna get me out?”

• from the real world and into his?

• that’s what his passenger seat’s for.

@atinybitofau

[cinnaminsvga]

BTS POKEMON!AU

my friend told me the E version photoshoot makes them look like pokemon gym leaders and now i can’t get it out of my head so i wrote a bulletpoint list as to what type of leader i think each person would be!!!

THE HYUNG LINE GYM LEADERS:

NAMJOON - electric type specialist

namjoon is the first gym leader you have to face when you set out on your journey. you’re hesitant at first when you were starting out because your parents were well-known trainers back in the day, so you were scared that you wouldn’t match up to their reputations. however, meeting namjoon was a breath of fresh air because he held no expectations of you whatsoever. coming from an elite family of pokemon trainers himself, he was able to relate to your self-doubt and encouraged you instead to go on your own path to self-discovery

(that “encouragement” just so happened to be an hour long sermon, so you weren’t really sure exactly what he said after the 20 minute mark, but you assumed it was something along those lines)

you come back the next day hoping to battle him immediately, but like all gyms, his was designed as a puzzle.

“All trainers think that all it takes is power and experience to become the greatest out there. What they tend to forget is that intelligence and strategy are just as important!”

H O L Y SHIT was this dude a fucking sadist or something because his gym was a fucking MAZE

you were essentially stuck in the dark, maneuvering your way blindly while stumbling across trainers to boot. the place was filled with doors and hallways, each room only accessible after solving a riddle or trivia about pokemon

after much stumbling and a lot of bullshitting your way through the answers, you eventually find your way to namjoon

“Ah, so you made it! You were definitely much faster than (rival’s name). I’m excited to see how well you do!”

despite being generally nice and supportive, he definitely did not go easy on you during your battle

“What? Do you expect me to be the easiest gym leader just because I’m your first official battle? Not a chance, darling!”

suffice to say, you almost got smote out of the sky by his powerful raichu, whom you thought you could have easily defeated with your ground type pokemon

electric types have very little weaknesses (read: only two) so Namjoon is pretty much an expert when it comes to dealing with those weaknesses. 

you got a ground type? bitch, he has pikachu that knows how to use SURF

“Holy shit? I thought surfing pikachu was a myth!”

“The only thing mythical about my pikachu is that it’s about to pound you to dust!”

In the end, however, you were able to defeat him (although, you might have had to rechallenge him a few times. But you got there eventually)

“Wow. It feels just like yesterday that we just met. I’m sure that I will be hearing more great things about you in the future. I’m already excited to see how much you will grow! ‘til our next battle!”

((he ends up climbing the ranks and joins the elite four. so that next battle comes sooner than you could have imagined!))

SEOKJIN - normal type specialist

“normal type gym leader? are you kidding me?” you said when you found out from the residents of this small town about their gym leader

after defeating namjoon’s electrifying team, you were expecting the next gym leader to be just as intimidating. but normal type? oh c’mon!

when you first meet him, however, you definitely forgot all about battling becAUSE HOLY MOTHERFUCK

“Wow he’s FUCKING gorgeous”

“Thanks jagi. You’re not the first one to be in awe of my beauty.”

Whoops. Did you really say that out loud? AND HE HEARD?

“uhhhhhhhhhHHHH”

unlike namjoon’s gym, seokjin’s gym was laid out less like a puzzle and more like a restaurant.

“I modelled it after Unova’s striaton gym! Isn’t it glorious?”

unlike striaton’s as well, it had less trivia questions and more--

“YUP! you gotta eat these five bowls of ramen before you can challenge me! be careful though, some bowls of ramen have a ticket at the bottom that says whether you gotta battle another trainer instead of me, soooo good luck!”

suffice to say, you weren’t exactly the luckiest person in the world

five full bowls of ramen later, you decide to start the battle immediately and get it over with. you call out your trusty starter pokemon, thinking that you wouldn’t even need to send out your type advantaged pokemon to defeat him

O H HOW WRONG YOU WERE

“HOLY SHIT DID YOU CLEAN OUT MY ENTIRE TEAM WITH JUST YOUR FUCKING CINCCINO???”

the admittedly beautiful pokemon didn’t even have a scratch on her. neither pokemon nor trainer seem to have broken a sweat

“Did you think I was easy or something? Jagi, everyone knows beautiful people never play easy.” He smirks, blowing you a cheeky kiss as he tells you to train harder and come back next time

in hindsight, you probably shouldn’t judge a book by its cover. note to self: never underestimate normal type users

((while training near the outskirts of the town, you find nine more other trainers practicing there too.))

((”You got your ass handed to you by seokjin-ssi too?” “Holy shit, all of you lost to him? What kind of monster is he??” “This is going to be my fifteenth time challenging him. Believe me, he’s the worst.” “I’d still date him though.” Everyone choruses “same” and gets back to training.))

YOONGI - steel type specialist

holy fuck. HOLY FUCK

you thought seokjin was hot? WELL T H I N K AGAIN

(whoops that’s my biased ass talking ha ha ha)

“What’s the hold up? Stop gawking and let’s get to battling. Or are you too brain dead to function?”

despite his prickly words, he hands you a bottle water anyway, looking away as he does so

“it’s for your pokemon, alright? don’t think just because i’m nice that i’ll go easy on you.” R I G H T

anyway, he definitely wasn’t kidding when he said he wouldn’t go easy on you. EVEN HIS FUCKING GYM WAS CRAZY AS FUCK

his gym was as prickly as he was

“What’s with all the spikes?” “It’s my aesthetic. Don’t judge”

Anyway. Yoongi’s gym was mostly geared towards coordination with your partner, so you had to work together in order not to fall to your deaths into THE GIANT GAPING PIT FULL OF SPIKES

“Isn’t this, like, a safety hazard?” “Well, no one has died yet, so why tf are you complaining?”

(lucky for you, your flying pokemon did the trick wonderfully. you only shudder to think what type of horrors other trainers w/o flying type pokemon had to face in order to cross his death traps)

when you reach the gym leader room, you were surprised to find that he wasn’t even fucking there

“uhhhhh???” you looked around the room to find that there was a secret backdoor, which you found housed his own private studio

yoongi was fiddling with his laptop, mixing something or another for international stars from other regions

“Oh, you’re finally done? What took you so long?” he had grumbled, but he was actually secretly surprised that you had completed his gym really quickly. he hadn’t even gotten to boot up his laptop before you came in

having learned your lesson from seokjin, you had prepared intensely for this battle, and judging from yoongi’s fierce aura that he was definitely not an opponent to underestimate

but then. he sends out. a fucking aron. A BABY POKEMON

“I just caught the little dude this morning. Wanted to see how good he can handle gym-style battles.”

....were you supposed to go easy on it or....it looked like a fucking baby....

in the end, you fainted the tiny pokemon with the weakest move in your arsenal, trying not to hurt it too much. you even go so far as to run over to the aron afterwards, patting its head to see if it was ok

yoongi was impressed. compassion in pokemon battles was his core value (namjoon’s was intelligence & strategy, seokjin’s was humility and grit), and normally a lot of trainers would faint the baby pokemon in irritation, wondering why yoongi was sending out a runt of a pokemon instead of a real battle. he’s even encountered some demons who would use their strongest move on the baby pokemon, causing yoongi to kick them out and ban them for life

“Well. Color me surprised. Can’t believe a brain dead girl like you could pass my test so easily.”

after that little segment, the real battle begins. yoongi’s true arsenal of pokemon? h o l y f u c k (aggron, steelix, empoleon, lucario. FUCK)

(it may or may not have taken some tries to win. but if anything, yoongi was sure to remember you each time you come back to battle. and he may or may not have been anticipating them. m a y b e)

HOSEOK - fire type user

you couldn’t say that you were surprised that this ball of sunshine was a fire type user

“Aww, am I that predictable? But I swear, my moves are going to wipe you out with a single flamethrower!”

his type specialty was pretty much the only thing predictable about hoseok. his gym was a mess of colors, fireworks, explosions, everything and anything that would cause your to lose both your hearing and eyesight at the same time

(you almost catch on fire from one of the fireworks that were meant to block you off from a section, but luckily, hoseok was watching and intervened)

“Honestly, i have NO idea what made me design my gym like this! I get scared by loud noises easily as well! Wow, forethought isn’t my forte.”

one almost singed arm later, you find your way to his main room

unlike his gym, it was calmer and peaceful. although, you might have to say that the HUNDREDS of figurines lining the walls were kinda--

“Oh, don’t mind those! That’s just my collection. Neat, huh?”

ignoring their beady eyes staring at you, you wanted to ask him first what his “value” was, since the three previous leaders all seemed to have a certain theme to their gyms

“Good thing you reminded me! I’m all about creativity, as you could tell from my gym, and this room! Speaking of, there’s a slight difference when it comes to my battles here.” the grin on his face seemed a little too happy to be trusted, so you waited for him to explain

in lieu of an explanation however, a big flat screen tv with two meters appeared, similar to the ones used in pokemon contests

and did you forget to mention? the floor you were standing on was made of glass, so you suddenly noticed that underneath the glass was not a blue floor, but was actually--

“Oh, it’s not boiling water if you’re curious! The steam is actually from the sauna, so don’t worry your little butt! It won’t singe you...too badly.”

so essentially, his battle was like this: just like a contest battle, you had to defeat your rival in the most creative manner possible. whether that meant aerial moves, explosions, colorful lights, whatever! if your moves dont have any appeal, your meter drops slightly.

once your meter runs out or your team is fainted... well... :)

(you may or may not gotten a soak after all. don’t worry, hoseok was there to help you dry up. he may be laughing now, but you swore that you would be last person laughing. plus, he liked wearing white shirts so you definitely wouldn’t mind if he got a little soaked too)

[jungkookienoona]

The Meme and His Tutor

Part 12: The Time Jungkook Sang To His Tutor

Recommended Song: Just Come To Me by Homme

|All Chapters|

Summary:

You found that not much had changed since you left Korea as Jungkook continued to be a little shit. But there is one surprising development from someone you didn’t expect.

Genre: Fluff, comedy

Pairing: Jungkook X Reader (Y/N)

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 3878

Length: 12/?

You had to admit you were a bit nervous. Sure you and Jungkook still acted normal when talking over Kakao (despite the rise in shirtless goodnight selcas) but talking over KaKao was different to seeing each other over Skype. What if the incident at the airport changed things? The entire flight home you found yourself awake, the events of your time in Korea playing on your mind. From getting coffee to cuddling up on the couch to the accidental kiss. When you landed you were exhausted from lack of sleep and trying to figure out how Yoongi could have pushed Jungkook so his lips landed directly on yours, but you dismissed the thoughts to the back of your mind. Things were normal. Things were going to be normal.

You sat in front of your laptop, criticising your crude Hangul drawn in Tippex on your keyboard as you waited for 12 o'clock to arrive. Maybe you should redo it... The Skype ringtone played out of your speakers turning your attention back to the time before answering. 4 minutes early. You ran a hand through your hair before pressed accept. Fuck it. Everything was going to be fine. Why were you acting so weird?

"Noona!" As if my magic, your frown was replaced by a bright smile that mirrored Jungkook's.

He was wearing his glasses.

"Hey, Kookie!"

"I miss you! It feels strange talking to a screen again."

"Yeah, it does. So what have you been doing today?"

Excitement lit up his features, "I've been working on some songs! Some to go on the next album and some just because."

You noticed he was twirling a pen between his fingers and grew curious.

"You seem troubled."

"Some of the lyrics...I don't know. They don't sound right." The pen stilled. "Would you listen to them?"

"Oh, I don't think-"

"Please? I need someone to listen before I submit them to Namjoon and the PDs."

"Um... okay then... if you really want to-"

"Thank You Noona!"

He was practically bouncing in his seat as he clicked away at a few things on his computer then a soft gentle rhythm sounded from his side of things. You could tell it was a rough draft, unpolished. A surge of excitement forced you to the edge of your seat as the realisation that Jungkook was singing you possible future Bangtan songs to you. You! Was this allowed?

His voice was soft, drifting lightly over the music neither distracting one from the other. He had even written lines for the rappers and you could tell he had specific members in mind for each verse. There was Namjoon's depth, Yoongi's  flow and Hoseok's tones. And they didn't seem to detach from the gentleness of the song.

You could imagine the complete song sounding a little like Young Forever. However, it sounded like something was missing. A bass line to give it some sort of strength. But then again, you didn't know what he had intended.

The music continued, yet he stopped singing and you turned your gaze to him.

"That's what I have so far. How does it sound?"

"It was good but there's something missing. And there are parts of the vocals that could sound better. Could you go through the chorus again?"

He did as you asked and you made him stop at a certain part.

"Ah! There! That would sound better if it was like this."

You demonstrated what you meant. He stared in shock.

"Y-you can sing?"

"Uh," you started to shake your head. "No, not really. I'm classically trained. Which is different."

"You can sing." He said definitely. "Your voice is beautiful."

"N-n-no. I never even finished my lessons. I'm so bad."

"Sing for me."

"No!" You winced at the sound of your shout. "I'd rather listen to you."

"But I want to listen to you." Jungkook seemed to scoot his chair closer and rest his elbows on the desk. "Would you sing with me instead then?"

You hesitated.

"What song?"

More clicking and then another song was playing. You recognised it as Sofa by Crush.

"If I'm really your bias you'll know the words to this."

He started, watching you expectantly, waiting for you to join in. You did at the chorus since it was the part you knew best.

"Niga itdeon sofa, neo eobsi na honja. I jarieman nama neol gidarijanha. (I’m alone on the sofa where you used to be. I’m here, waiting for you.)" He smiled as you began to sing and it gave you the courage to keep going. "So far nae gyeote neon so far away. Miryeoniraneun ge meonjiman nameun chae. Neol gidarijanha. (So far from my side, you’re so far away. I’m still not over you, only dust remains. As I wait for you.)"

After that, you sang the parts in the verse you remembered. You continued like that, singing the chorus with him then quieting down at other parts. As you approached the end of the song you noticed that he'd gone quiet. So you sang the few last lines as best as you could, even if it felt like your heart was going to fall our of your mouth.

"Y/N," Jungkook said, voice low and cautious. "Your voice is beyond beautiful."

You blushed, "It's really not. A-a-and you dropped Noona. What happened to formality."

"I'm too starstruck for formalities." He lowered his head as he chuckled. "I wish you were here so we could sing together..."

Your blush deepened and you ducked your head to hide it. You heard more clicking and an "al-assda (Got it)". You looked back up, curious.

"What have you got?"

He gave you a devious grin, "You'll see Noona."

"Did you screenshot me?"

"No..." So that was a yes, then.

"I will block you!"

"No, you won't."

"Yes, I will!"

"But you still need to teach me."

"Oh please. When I was in Korea your grammar dramatically improved and your vocabulary widened. You don't need me."

An almost desperate look took over his features.

"Yes, I do! I still need my Noona."

"But by the sounds of it, you don't need my help anymore. Noona's job here is done." You shrugged, trying to appear disinterested.

"My spelling and grammar! They're bad. I need help. Noona please!"

"Namjoon can help you."

"My handwriting!"

"How can I help you from a different country?"

"I need Y/N-chingu! I NEED YOU GURL!"

"STOP!"

"WAE DACHIL GEOL ALMYEONSEO JAKKU NIGA PIRYOHAE! (Why do I keep needing you when I know I’ll get hurt!)"

Your face screwed up.

"Who says I keep hurting you?"

"You broke my finger."

"Tae-oppa told me you lied and that it was just a dislocation."

Jungkook's eyebrows scrunched together realising he had been outed. He muttered something under his breath. Something about killing Taehyung.

"Why did you lie to me?"

He seemed to shrink in his seat, shoulders hunching in preparation for you to scold him.

"I wanted Noona to look after me."

You shook your head as you laughed. What would you do with him?

"Is it better?"

"Ye." He held it up to show you how he could bend it fully again. "I think Noona's kisses helped."

The word 'kisses' had your eyes growing to the size of dinner plates.

"Don't say that!"

"What? Why not?" His gaze flickered from his finger to you. "Did you think I meant...oh."

Why did he have to bring up kissing?

"Uhh-"

"You're blushing. Am I embarrassing you because of the kiss?"

"Don't~! If it was an accident then you shouldn't mention it!"

Though his lips seemed not to move, you heard him mutter something beneath his breath.

"What was that?"

"Nothing."

"Jungkook-"

"Yoongi-hyung shouldn't have pushed me. Kisses are too meaningful to happen so carelessly..."

You became concerned.

"...What did you do to him?"

"He got what he deserved."

Your jaw dropped. "You didn't hurt him did you?"

"So what if I did?"

"We do not solve our issues with violence. We get them to apologise."

"Did hyung apologise to you?"

"No, but he doesn't have my contact details."

He frowned.

"Then I should make him apologise."

"I'm not the only one. You were a part of the accident."

"Does... does that mean you kissed me back?"

"W-w-well there wasn't r-r-really a kisser or kissee. O-o-our lips t-t-touched and didn't m-m-move."

"I know how kissing works Noona."

He appeared unaffected by the topic of conversation, casually leaning back in his chair and grinning. You could kill him for how red your face was.

"I- can we not talk-"

"Are you embarrassed we kissed or because I'm bringing it up? Do you want to forget about it?"

"Forget?"

Did you?

Unconsciously, your fingers came up to touch your lips, a faint memory of spice causing them to tingle slightly. Well, you assumed it was the spice.  No, you didn't want to forget. It was a once in a lifetime experience.

"Friends don't talk about kisses." Your voice had grown quieter.

There was a pause. You picked at a thread on your sleeve, avoiding looking at the screen so you didn't know what Jungkook was up to.

"Noona?" You hesitantly lifted your gaze. "Are you angry at me for teasing you?"

"Why did you tease me?"

"You're cute when you blush."

Your gaze hardened in annoyance and a growl slipped past your lips.

"Don't call me cute!"

"What are going to do about it?"

He grinned, knowing you couldn't hit him like you had last time.

"I'm blocking you and I mean it."

"No, you won't. You love me too much to do that."

You choked on thin air at that. 'Love'. You... you hadn't really thought about it... No. He was your friend. Any love you felt was platonic.

"I'm still blocking you."

"Nooo~ Please don’t! I’m really sorry. I’ll do anything.”

Silence.

You fiddled with the hem of your shirt as you tried to think of something to say. His offer of ‘anything’ having temporarily derailed your train of thought. And then it occurred to you.

"These calls are meant to be lessons. But I haven't taught you anything so far today."

"It's okay, I like talking to Y/N-chingu."

"I like it too but you can't slack off."

He grabbed something off camera and held it up to show you a textbook. Part of the page had been highlighted in yellow and you could just make out some notes dotted around the edges. "I'm studying! Look, I've almost completed this book!"

Indeed he almost had.

"Seeing you inspired me to study harder!"

You smiled at the determination he had to learn.

"Aaaw. You're just adorable."

"I'd rather be called handsome but I'll take what I can get." Confusion was evident on your face. "How have your studies been? Your Korean was a bit too formal while you were here."

You went back to tugging at them hem of your top, ashamed of yourself.

"... I've been slacking..."

"Noona!"

"I'm sorry!"

"But look!" You lowered your laptop screen so the Webcam faced the keyboard. "I installed a Korean keyboard. I can now type in hangul."

You straightened the laptop screen and we're surprised to see Jungkook wiping his eyes.

"Are you crying?"

He shook his head, "I'm laughing. You know you can get stickers. You don't have to use...nail-"

"Tippex."

"Tippex to do that."

"It was an impulse decision. It was about 11pm over here and the shops were shut."

You crossed your arms over your chest and let out a huff.

"It doesn't mean you're not slacking though. How are you to teach if you can't speak the language?"

"Miming and charades?"

He chuckled.

"That's not quite good enough."

"Then next week we'll focus on correcting my formalities. But today let's just talk. Please?"

He nodded, bunny grin clear as day. And so you spent the rest of the lesson time talking about the things he did and what you were planning to do. It was only broken by his yawn.

"You should go to bed. It's late."

"Don't want to."

You folded your arms and raised an eyebrow. "My threat to block you is still available."

He yawned again. "I think it's time for me to go to sleep."

"Good BunBun."

He coughed a few times, caught off guard.

"G-g-goodnight Noona."

"Sweet dreams Kookie."

He waved goodbye with a small smile then hung up. You couldn't help but grin to yourself.

You went about your day, as usual, going to college and sending texts back and forth with Chubs. She was blaming you for corrupting her 'innocent’ mind. It made you laugh out loud and your lecturer to send you a disapproving look. You shrugged her off and used your phone to check your Tumblr due to the amount of notifications you were getting.

"What the fuck?"

"Y/N!"

You muttered a sorry to your lecturer and took the headphones from around your neck and plugged them into your phone.

On Tumblr, gaining notes by the second, was a video of you. Singing.

"Jeon Jungkook I'm going to kill you." You muttered under your breath, a few classmates shooting you confused looks.

The video was captioned: 'Noona jal noraehaeyo (Noona sings well).'

That wasn't the only video. There was one of him singing the song he was working on, mainly displaying your reaction: 'Gwiyeomb'. You reblogged both. Adding to one, 'Did I say you could record my singing?' And the other, 'You little shit'.

You got a response a few minutes later: 'No. I never gave you permission to dislocate my finger but you still did it.' Followed by a simple, 'I know.'

You noticed that someone else had reblogged from you. Someone had combined your’s and Jungkook's name to form a... ship name? It was called {ship name}archive. Curious, you clicked on the blog name and was taken to their page where you were greeted with something that confused you. Their header picture seemed to be a photograph of you and Jungkook together at the fair. But you never had a picture taken together. Upon closer inspection, you realised that the two separate images you had taken of each other holding the plushies had been photoshopped together to make it seem like a couple photo.

"What the...?"

Another look from the lecturer.

You scrolled through the blog. The description read: 'A blog dedicated to archiving the interactions of Jungkook and Y/N. The dorks.' Scrolling further down you saw the two videos they reblogged from you with various tags. Quite a few in all caps.

'THEY SANG CRUSH TOGETHER' 'HOLD ME' 'ok but real talk I'm crying' 'GUYS WHAT IS JUNGKOOK SINGING' 'IS IT A NEW SONG???’ ‘OMGOMGOMG'

This person seemed to be quite the fan of your interactions.

'OF COURSE HE CHOSE TO SING SOFA' 'CAUSE SHE LEFT' 'HE'S PROBABLY WAITING FOR HER NEXT VISIT' 'WHAT’S THIS OTHER SONG?' 'IT'S NOT IN ENGLISH AND I DON'T RECOGNISE IT.'

Definitely quite the fan. There were posts where the OP was upset about you leaving Korea. More scrolling revealed pictures of you adjusting Jungkook's mask at the fair. Underneath those images were the tags: 'WHY DOES IT LOOK LIKE THEY'RE GOING TO KISS' 'DID SHE TAKE IT OFF OR PUT IT ON' 'I'M SCREAMING I NEED TO KNOW'

Even further back were the screenshots you and Jungkook had taken of each other when Namjoon was still a part of your lessons. The captions and tags were a little less...aggressive back then but it was clear the owner had been shipping the two of you from the start. And then you found what must have been the very first post. It was screenshots of posts from other blogs asking for someone to create a blog dedicated to the ship. The blog owner tagged all the blogs they had screenshotted and said: 'Don't worry I'm on it.'

You put your phone down to bury your head in your hands, an exasperated sigh slipping from your lips.

"Y/N. Are you okay?"

You looked up to see your lecturer peering over your shoulder with a concerned frown.

"Yeah, fine." You gave her a grimace and picked your phone back up again, scrolling to the top of the blog, which took a good minute due to all the posts.

You clicked on 'my main blog' and were taken to a blog you found very very VERY familiar. It was Chubs' blog.

"NO!" All the heads in the classroom whipped around to you, including the lecturer. You muttered an apology and sank down into your seat as you stared at your friend's blog.

It was her. Why out of all the people on Tumblr did it have to be her?

You immediately sent her a text. 'You run a blog that ships Kookie and I?!'

The response was immediate. 'Depends. If I say yes will our friendship be over?'

'No.'

'Then yes. Hi, hello, it's me your daily {ship name} dealer. How can I help?...'

'Why do you run a ship blog? How did you get those pictures?'

'You guys are sweet together and I thought it would be nice for you and your fans to have somewhere to view your entire relationship...Someone anonymously submitted them to my blog. Why?'

'Just... There's some that look like they were taken by Jungkook. And the one of me adjusting his mask, I think that was taken by a group of girls that spotted us.'

'Oh...Maybe it was him who sent them to me... Idk...'

'There's no way Jungkook would submit pictures to a ship blog... unless he doesn't understand shipping.'

You stole a glance at your lecturer who was now sat at her desk doing god knows what, then sent Jungkook a message over KaKao: 'Did you know there's a blog dedicated to us?'

He responded a few minutes later: 'Ye! They have all our pictures! Isn't it cool?'

'Kookie... they want us to be a couple. In fangirl terms they 'ship' us.'

'They do? I tried to Google what it meant but I didn't understand urban dictionary. ARMY are awesome!'

'You're okay with it?'

'As along as you are. You know I'm your chingu and you're mine. It seems harmless...'

You let out an exasperated sigh.

'I... I guess it's okay. It is nice to have all are interactions in one place.'

'Exactly! Just don't tell them about the kiss... The owner keeps on saying she's dying. I don't want her to actually die.'

'There's no way I'm going to tell Chubs about the kiss.'

'Chubs? You know the owner?'

'She's a friend I met at the concert where you met me.'

'And she runs a blog about us! I didn't know that when I submitted those pictures!!'

'SO YOU DID SUBMIT THOSE PICTURES!!'

'IT SAYS ARCHIVE. I WANTED YOUR CUTE FACE TO BE SEEN BY EVERYONE!' A second later. 'Please don't block me I forgot.'

You took a long breath in through your nose and slowly exhaled through your mouth. The class members sat near you shuffled their seats away as if sensing your murderous intent.

'You forgot? Maybe I'll forget to unblock you and all that'll be left of me will be the ship blog.'

'Please don't Noona! This is cyber bullying. I'm telling Namjoon Hyung.'

'You do that and I'm flying over just to take Bae off you and then flying home.'

'Oh uh... Bae is called Honey now.'

'Why?'

'I thought about what you said and Bae was inappropriate.'

'But Honey is still a term of endearment. You might as well have called her Jagi."

'Honey's fur is golden. Honey is the colour of honey.'

'Oh, well, in that case, it suits her... But you tell Namjoon about the blog and I'll be taking full custody of her.'

'I won't. I promise.'

'Good BunBun.'

'Are you going to tell Chubs that I submitted the pictures?'

'Yes, she's curious. Maybe you two can strike up a deal if you really want to post stuff about us to there.'

'Okay, I have to go Noona. It's past my bedtime.'

'Goodnight BunBun.'

'And Noona.'

'Yeah?'

'Don't be mad at Chubs.'

You smiled at that and sent him a thumbs up emoji, not wanting to keep him up any longer.

You switched contacts to Chubs and typed out a message telling her that it was indeed Jungkook. She rectified the post to give photo credit Jungkook's blog. You were thankful she only reblogged and posted online interactions and submitted content. Especially since you sent her texts about the coffee shop and arcade. It was important she respected your boundaries, which she seemed to be doing so. And you just hoped Jungkook wouldn't give her anything to post that would be overstepping any lines. The last thing you wanted was your personal life everywhere for people to see.

You don't know why but you decided to search the tag on Tumblr, just to see.

Wrong move.

There were posts imagining scenarios, none of which took place while in South Korea. You smiled at the cute comments beneath reblogs of pictures, but there some not so nice posts bashing, mainly you, and your role in this 'relationship' with Jungkook.

'She clearly forced him to make her his tutor.' 'No way would Jungkook ask someone as ugly as her to be his tutor.' 'What kind of tutor goes on dates with their student?’ It hurt to read stuff like that and you hoped Jungkook would never come across those posts.

You continued searching through the tag until you saw something interesting. A video clip, taken from a fansite with the caption: 'The day they met'.

"No fucking way."

You pressed play and were met by the sight of you kneeling before Jungkook at the fan meet. With your back to the camera, all you could see was Jungkook's face. You saw his polite smile turn into a bashful one as you complimented him and he responded in (and apologised for) his once broken English. And then you laughed as it became a look of shock that was replaced by him passing you his pen and something to write on. You couldn't believe someone had filmed it. You couldn't believe it had only just surfaced. The you in the video turned to leave and you saw your own blushing face. So that's how they knew it was definitely you then.

The camera shook a little as the person filming moved but it smoothly zoomed in further on Jungkook's face which was pointing in the direction you had left the stage. His bunny teeth were just visible as he nibbled on his bottom lip.

Leaving had meant that you hadn't been able to see his reaction. He was rather proud of himself before turning his attention to the next person. You paused the video and run a hand through your hair. Now would probably be a good time to refocus on the lesson but you couldn't.   

Too many thoughts were running through your mind, distracting you from the task you had started. You put your phone aside, ignoring the Tumblr notifications buzzing through every few minutes and attempted to get back on task.

It was going to be a long day.

A/N: Co-written with @tragicshadows. It's her 18th birthday tomorrow!!! Let's wish her a happy birthday for then shall we? 

What did you think? Isn't Jungkook just a little shit for bringing up the kiss to tease her?  What do you think about Chubs and her sneaky blog? Make sure to comment (ask, message etc...) and let us know your thoughts!