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here4kpopfics · 2 years

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Kelly, my love! Congrats on 200 followers! Here's a prompt for you and challenge, pairing is reader x Namjoon 😘 let's make it soft and fluffy. 💖

Person A finds out Person B's wallpaper is a photo of both of them.

This took a turn. SORRY. Also thank you Jess ily 💜

Pairing: Namjoon x reader and platonic yoongi x reader

Genre: Fluff. Humor/Comedy?

AU: Established relationship

Wordcount: 2292

Summary: You can't find your phone so you borrow your boyfriend's and find a picture that you didn't know existed that drags you down memory lane.

Warnings: None really. Reader doesn't appreciate art as much as Namjoon. Yoongi's a secret soft boy. Language.

Rating: PG13

AN: This took a turn. I can't write short things anymore. I'm sorry. This is essentially a step by step walk through that I did at the Met earlier this year just without the boyfriend. and had the same reaction to the pieces reader does. I just miss New York. Enjoy! No beta readers. I kinda edit as I go so no final edits Hope you enjoy! It's finally not Jungkook!💜

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“Fuck where did I put you, you stupid expensive piece of metal and plastic?” Sighing in defeat you head to your room and knock on the door to your bathroom where your boyfriend who was just out of the shower.

“Joonie, can I call my phone with yours?“ You think of a weird place in your room and rush over to it. “I can’t find it. I know I left it…somewhere…in the house. I think…” you trail off, turning around in your spot trying to retrace your steps. You’re mid spin when the door opens and your boyfriend leans against the doorframe, arms crossed across his chest.

“You’re going to make yourself sick.” You stop spinning and look at him. Taking a second to admire the lack of clothing, save pajama pants hanging a smidge too low on his hips.

“Damn.” Is all you can say.

“Thank you, I think? Why do you need my phone again?” He hands you his phone anyway and you grab it, still admiring your view.

Oh right. The phone. Your very important phone. “I need to call my phone. I can’t find it.” You quietly admit as you open the phone and are greeted with his lock screen wallpaper. A photo of you and him that you’ve never seen before. “What’s this?” Turning his phone to face him. “When did we take this? That is me right?” You bring the phone back to your face to confirm it’s you and not some random woman standing with your boyfriend’s arms wrapped around them admiring your favorite art piece at the Met.

“Alright, where do we want to start?” Your tour guide asks as Namjoon lightly tugs your arm, pulling you back to him as you’re walking forward without looking up, almost running into a group of children. You’re bubbling with excitement, looking over the map. You love the Met. You came once as a kid on vacation to New York with your family and you were in such awe of everything around you, especially the statues and the relics from the past. While the exhibits changed over the decades, you felt the nostalgia all the same.

“I think it’d be cool to start straight away with Modern and Contemporary art. Then we can go from there.” Namjoon sounds so casual about his excitement. Like this was just something he did every day. And it basically was at times. When he had time off, if there was a museum to see, he’d go - no questions asked. It was a little irritating but you understood he had his passions just like you did. You both enjoy art, but completely different styles. Which is why you now have a small pout plastered on your face. “What’s wrong, y/n?”

“Nothing.” You sigh, playing with the corner pieces of the map. “Every time we go to a museum we go straight for modern and contemporary.” you mutter quietly, accepting that this was how it was going to go.

“Where would you like to go, miss? Any particular piece that you want to see?” The tour guide asks and you nearly curl in on yourself. You know your boyfriend didn’t hear you, he’s too tall to hear your mutters sometimes. You didn’t take into account the people around you. You perk your head up, avoiding the look of confusion on your Namjoon’s face. Glancing between the map and the tour guide, you try to come up with something that will make everyone happy when a deeper, bored sounding voice sounds next to you.

“She promised me there was something about musical instruments.” You look up at Yoongi, silently thanking him. You did promise him. Museum dates with Namjoon were great and all, but at times it felt like he was dating the art and you were the third wheel, forced to take photos for his instagram and follow him around looking at art you felt like you were too stupid to understand. So you begged all of the members to come with. Jin said absolutely not. Hobi was going to go shopping in SoHo with Jimin. Tae had some fancy model shoot you didn’t bother asking about. And Jungkook was going to work out all day. You had to bribe Yoongi, going on about the antique musical instruments and the promise of food and caffeine.

Yoongi nods, stuffing one hand in his jacket pockets, leaning over your shoulder to point at the map with the other, outlining a path. “So, what if we start there, I’ll get my fix of this place out of the way, and then we can go through the early European paintings, through the modern and contemporary, back through the recent European art and sculptures, then Greek and Roman art and sculptures, all the way across to Asian art, down to Egyptian art, and then we let y/n have her fun in the arms and armor, medieval art, and the european sculptures and decorative arts. If we want, we can take a look at the American wing and the temporary exhibits after lunch.”

You, Namjoon, and even the tour guide gawk at Yoongi and you smile, looking up at Namjoon who just slowly nods. “Yeah that sounds like a plan.”

“Then shall we go?” The tour guide gestures toward the staircase to the music section and Yoongi follows behind, while Namjoon intertwines his fingers with yours, pulling them to his lips and giving them a kiss before leaning down to whisper to you.

“Is there a reason why hyung decided to come with us?” You shake your head and smile.

“Nope. He’s just been living and breathing work, convinced him to come and see someone else’s art for a bit instead of his own. And antique musical instruments are cool.” He kisses the top of your head before whispering ‘okay’ and you pull him with you to catch up to the others.

You follow Yoongi’s suggested path exactly the way he offered, and it’s the perfect path, honestly. All three of you enjoy the different instruments. Namjoon goes from piece to piece, admiring each one individually and discussing them with the tour guide while you and Yoongi go back and forth from room to room pointing at different instruments, trying to guess what it does, the country it came from, and a very broad guess of the century. You tried to keep your voices down, allowing Namjoon to do his thing, but Yoongi has a warped sense of humor that just clicks with you. So every now and again, one of you will accidentally let out a laugh that is much too audible, causing Namjoon and the tour guide to look at you like you were insane.

You made your way through the planned route. Namjoon was a child in a toy store in the modern and contemporary area. You were the same with the sculptures. Finally, you entered the Asian Art exhibit. This time you and Yoongi actually looked at the art and stayed quiet. You slipped your hand into Namjoon’s as you entered, greeted by a giant mural, about 25 feet tall and double in width, of the Buddha of Medicine Bhaishajyaguru. All three of you looked up in admiration. You mindlessly pulled Namjoon with you so you could get a better look at the details. The tour guide started rattling off the information that was on the plaque card in front of you. You could’ve just read it, but that would mean looking away from it. It’s from 1319, the Yuan dynasty. The canvas is made from clay and straw. Fact after fact, you barely listened. It wasn’t until Namjoon tugged on your hand that you finally looked away and at him. “Are you okay?” he quietly whispers, rubbing his thumb against the back of your hand. You just nod and smile, oddly feeling emotional.

“I think I get it now.” you whisper back, perking up a bit more.

“Get what?” his head tilts to the side, but he’s holding back a smile.

“I don’t understand modern stuff. I wish I did, baby. I’m sorry. But this? This I get. This is the past. This made it through centuries and is still here today. Look at it. It’s still in relatively amazing condition.” You’re rambling now and neither of you care. He lets you, leading you further into the exhibit, a giant grin on his face, forcing your favorite dimples to be put on display. You travel through the rooms, joining him in going from piece to piece like he’s been doing the entire time, and gasping at every relic you come across. You audibly gasp when you enter a room with only a few pieces, but they were magnificently huge statues of various buddhas. There was a woman in the room sitting on one of the benches. She had a giant drawing pad on her lap and was focusing on one specific statue. As much as you wanted to look into them further, you pulled Namjoon and Yoongi out of the room, the guide following suit, so she could concentrate in peace.

The next room you were taken to was the Korean Art room. Yoongi wandered off to a random piece. You and Namjoon start at the one closest to the door. You stick to this path for a bit until you turn your head to make sure Yoongi doesn't stray too far. But your eyes stop looking when you land on it. You drop Namjoon’s hand from yours and walk away, beelining straight to it. It’s gorgeous. Black with white splattering, yellows, and blues with a hint of red swirling around in the bottom right where it looks like cement underneath. It’s breathtaking.

You’re lost staring at it for who knows how long. You don’t even notice Namjoon wrapping his arms around your waist, prompting you to subconsciously stand on your tippy toes so he can place his head on your shoulder without having to bend down awkwardly. His feet shuffle underneath yours so you can rest them against his while maintaining the extra height. “Something caught your eye, baby?” he asks in a slightly teasing tone. You still don’t respond, eyes following the yellow and blue swirls. So he whispers the plaque card to you before the tour guide can make his way to the both of you. You smile, tears forming in your eyes as you keep staring at it. Your hands made their way to his arms and gave them a gentle squeeze.

“Why am I about to cry?” you whisper, laughing softly.

“Mmm, because you’re feeling the art, jagi. You’re not judging the way it was made or figuring out why it is the way it is. You’re feeling the emotion that was put into it. You get it now? Not like before with the mural. But like really get it?” You nod, hand leaving his arm to try to prevent the tears while chuckling under your breath.

“Yeah. I get it. I love this. I’d hang this up in my apartment…”

“I’ll see if I can get it for you.” Your face turns so fast, thinking he was serious. But instead, you’re met with his big silly grin and those perfect dimples. “I’m kidding. I would if I could, jagi.” You huff, slumping against him as he stands up straight, letting your feet go back down to your normal stance. You rest the back of your head against his chest and sigh. He just chuckles, kissing your head and you both continue to admire the art piece until Yoongi finally reappears, asking if you could do lunch now instead of later.

“So who took this photo?” you’re still looking at it, while remembering what it felt like at that moment to finally understand what your boyfriend would drone on and on about.

“Yoongi did.” He states, grabbing the phone back from you and sitting on your bed, pulling you onto his lap. “He took a bunch that day. He sent them all to me when I had to leave you the next day. See?” He finds an album marked MetDate and starts scrolling through them. There’s you looking at a gothic organ. Namjoon in his signature “looking at art” pose. You and Namjoon holding hands through the Greek statues. An adorable selfie of Yoongi smiling his gummy smile while you two are whispering to one another looking all cutesy in the background. He got the moment when you two stood in front of the Buddha of Medicine Bhaishajyaguru mural and the one that is now his wallpaper. Namjoon with his arms around your waist staring at the only contemporary piece to make you cry. You smile, scrolling through them again.

“Who knew Yoongi was a big softie?” Namjoon tightens his arms around you, kissing your cheek.

“It’s a secret. Don’t tell.”

“I won’t. I want all these photos though. Send them to me. Please?”

“First we need to find your phone, jagi.” You gasp, jumping off his lap.

“Right! The stupid phone! Right right right. Call it please. I’ll go stand in the living room and see if I hear it.” You bolt into the living room and wait for the ring. After a few tries and in different rooms, you finally find it in the pantry next to your cereal. How did it get there? No clue. But the second you found it and did a happy dance, you ran back to your boyfriend now laying on the bed. You jumped onto the bed, curling up into his side and demanded he send you the photos so you could change your wallpaper too.

You also send a text to Yoongi just saying thank you and you appreciate him with no context. His response? “Ew.”

*The art mentioned:

Buddha of Medicine Bhaishajyaguru (Yaoshi fo)

(another angle so you can see the size of it)

The room of varying Buddahs

Perdu X (Sadly no longer on display)

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snackhobi · 4 years

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pairing: min yoonji x reader / word count: 9.7k / genre: f x f smut, assassin!au

summary: a fic inspired by this post and that’s pretty much it-

warnings: sexually explicit content (NSFW), talk about death/assassination (nothing graphic dw! but they are assassins, so), mild violence, unnecessarily sexually charged lipstick application, face riding, fingering, multiple orgasms, oral (f giving/receiving), use of restraints, overstimulation, squirting, kind of dom!yoonji?

a/n: this is an entirely self-indulgent fic I wrote as a gift to myself for my bday, it’s a lil rushed bc I wanted it done for today! women are so very beautiful and I am so very weak, thank you ladies for all being so amazing ily. this was meant to be a short pwp and now it’s almost 10k but I have no regrets bye

la petite mort French literal meaning: ‘the little death’; also an expression used to refer to the brief loss or weakening of consciousness, specifically the sensation of orgasm as likened to death; an orgasm.

“It’s just unacceptable.”

The woman in front of you is clearly wealthy. Her dark hair is perfectly styled and her pale nails are perfectly shaped and her subtle makeup is perfectly flattering; she’s starting to get older but rather than shy away from it, she’s leaning into it, and she looks almost imperious in her beauty, eyes sharp and set of her lips severe. Park Dahye was born into wealth and has clearly thrived in the life that she’s been afforded.

“Mmhm.” You try not to yawn.

“He’s flitting around with some young, silly thing on his arm, with no consideration for the family’s reputation— my reputation,” she continues. Her posture is perfect, from the set of her spine to her crossed legs to her folded hands that rest on her knee, somehow demure and yet highlighting all of her beauty and riches; the jewellery on her wrists and fingers, the expensive heels on her feet, the slit of her haute-couture dress, no doubt tailored for her and her alone. “I’ve already spoken to him about his behaviour, but he’s just ignored my warnings. We may have agreed on the divorce but we’re currently still husband and wife— has he no shame?”

“Awful.” You don’t even try to hide how bored you are, but Dahye is so quietly incensed that she doesn’t even notice as she launches into the next part of her queenly diatribe, and you muffle a sigh.

That’s the problem with rich clients. Sure, they’re willing to fork over stupid amounts of money to you, but they also think that their issues are of paramount significance— like they’re the centre of the universe and their problems are the only important ones in the world. Like you’re interested in what they have to say. Like this is the only job you’ll ever do that holds real weight or meaning.

For them, it’s a life-changing (life-ending) decision.

For you? It’s another Tuesday.

“Yes, yes, that’s just so terrible, gosh, I don’t know how you manage it,” you say once she pauses to take a breath, using the opportunity to cut her off before she launches into another part of her articulate rant. “Anyway. Would you prefer if his death was embarrassing or quiet?”

For the first time since you’ve met, she seems unsettled. “Pardon?”

Namjoon is much better with people than you, smooth and charming with his boyish dimples. Normally any discussions would go through your handler, but this woman had demanded to meet you personally and had been willing to pay for the privilege: so here you are, with your relative bluntness instead of Joon’s winsome smile.

“You know,” you say, gesturing with your hands. “When they find the body. Do you want him to be caught with his trousers around his ankles—literally or figuratively, that’s up to you— or would you rather it seemed like something natural and unpredictable? Like a sudden heart attack in his sleep, for example.”

When it comes to rich clients, a lot of it is about reputation. When someone’s shuffled off this mortal coil, it’s not just that they’re removed from the equation, it’s also about the ripples that their death leaves in the high society that they’ve lived in. Does she want her (soon-to-be) ex-husband made a mockery of, or does she just want him out of the picture?

She can’t see your face, behind your mask as it is, but you can see hers in perfect clarity. For all that Dahye seems put together and almost impassive, you see the tiny flicker in her eyes. Ah. She’s not just mad because he’s ruining their reputation. She’s hurt.

Man, that sucks. Honestly you bet it’s easier being an assassin than a rich housewife. At least when it comes to backstabbing you can literally involve a knife to sort your problems out. (Well, knives are messy, but you get the picture.)

“I’d prefer something quiet,” she decides. “I’d worry that it could lead back to me, otherwise.”

You’d be offended at the idea that you’d leave any trace that could implicate anyone or that this man’s sudden death was in any way suspicious, but she’s paying you enough that you find that you don’t care. You take pride in your work, but for the amount of zeroes involved in the fee you’re being paid, you think you can take an unintentional insult or two. Or three. Or ten.

You like money, what can you say.

“Sure thing,” you say, giving her a lazy, two fingered salute. You’ve been reclining against the desk of the hotel suite, flicking the complimentary, heavy metal pen between your fingers, twirling it like the world’s most underwhelming baton. You straighten up and let the pen drop back into the pen pot—wait, no, of course it’s a handmade porcelain jar, an alarmingly well-made Joseon porcelain replica. Everything in here stinks of money. “RM will confirm where the money is to be deposited. Half of it now as collateral, and half upon completion of the job,” you say. “If you change your mind between now and then, we’ll be keeping the original 50%, but if for some reason something goes awry, you’ll receive that money back. Sound good?”

She seems surprised at your directness. “I—”

“Fabulous!” You clap your hands together, although the sound is muffled by your gloves. You’re not about to leave your fingerprints everywhere, geez. “Alright, time for me to skidaddle I suppose! I’ve got work to be doing, people to be watching, men to be killing!”

Dahye flinches imperceptibly, but by this point you’ve already slipped out onto the balcony and into the night.

Being an assassin is hard work.

Technically, everyone has the capacity to kill another human being. But killing as a job involves a lot more than just caving someone’s head in with a rock—that’s why Cain isn’t referred to as an assassin, what with how he’d just bashed his brother Abel with a convenient stone that happened to be lying nearby. He was just a straight up dick.

No, when you kill professionally you need to be familiar with an array of different techniques, each one far more sophisticated than the last. You need to know how to be stealthy, how to blend in as you watch your target, how to set up the scenes of their death in a way that doesn't arouse suspicion. Or, instead, how to set the scene up in a way that lets any onlookers know that this person had been offed by someone who knew what they were doing, and knew it well. There's a difference between being a killer and being an assassin and you are firmly in the latter category.

So, if your client wants her husband to be shuffled off quietly, then that’s what she’ll get.

They really have pulled out all the stops for this charity gala. Everything is shining, glittering and bright: the surroundings, the food, the people. Especially the people. The rich elite have come together for an extravagant and exquisite night of ostentation and luxury, all in the name of raising money for some needy cause. (You try not to think of the irony and/or hypocrisy behind that.)

It’s almost laughable how easy it is to blend in here. Namjoon had secured (forged) invitations for you both, and so you hang off his arm as you make a slow sweep of the room, trailing unnoticed after your target. You’re not planning to make a move right now but you want to feel out exactly what he’s like: the more information you have about the person you’ve been contracted to assassinate, the better.

Plus it’s an excuse to dress up nice and eat free food— though that last part is mainly Namjoon.

“God, these canapés are so good,” Namjoon moans quietly to you, hoovering up the flaky pastry crumbs from his fingers with single-minded intent. You dig your fingers subtly into his arm.

“I thought we agreed on not eating tonight, Joon,” you mutter to him, although you say it with a beatific smile in case anyone is watching; the place is heaving with people but you’re always on guard. (Even if Namjoon is right. The hors d’oeuvres that are on offer do look incredibly tempting.)

“You have a glass of champagne,” he points out.

“And you may have noticed that I haven’t drunk any of it.” You titter, as if he’s just told a funny joke, and lightly slap his arm. Again, you’re fairly certain no one is watching, but you can never be too careful. “It’s all about creating a facade, Joonie. It’s what we in the business call a ruse.”

Even throughout your back and forth, you’ve kept your eyes on your man of the night: Park Minjae, a middle-aged businessman who’s been greeting people and getting swept up in conversation, all while a slip of a blonde clings to his arm, stuck to his side like a pretty limpet. She’s cute, sure, but she lacks the poise that Dahye has, so you frankly don’t get it. Then again, not everyone finds strong women as attractive as you do. Weirdos.

You’ve been focused on Minjae but your eyes have also been flitting around the room, drinking in your surroundings, drawing up a detailed map of your environment (of course you’d scoped out the building before tonight, but with all the banquet tables and chairs around the layout is a little different). The people, too, have been subject to your scrutiny, although so far they all seem summarily unimportant and uninteresting, just as you’d suspected. You lift your glass to your lips and pretend to take a tiny, demure sip, glancing up through your eyelashes to scan the room again, and you freeze.

Holy shit.

You take back what you just said about everyone being unimportant and uninteresting.

The woman who’s just walked in is fucking stunning. Her sleek dark bob is unstyled, but perfectly frames her beautiful face: sharp eyes, soft nose, flushed lips. Her cocktail dress lets you see almost every inch of those perfect legs, the line of her thighs to her calves and— oh, you swear you could shed a tear of joy. She’s already tall and she’s made even taller by the heels she wears, towering above most of the men here, a fucking Amazonian goddess who looks powerful and undeniably elegant at the same time.

(Thank you for your service, tall women.)

You don’t know who she is, but goddamn, do you want to. She’s scanning the room, and for a brief moment, your eyes touch. A tiny thrill shudders up your spine at the darkness of her keen eyes, that quick and astute gaze.

It’s only the tiniest of moments that’s over as soon as it’s started. The dark-haired beauty looks away and is already disappearing into the crowd before you realise, and it’s only then you notice that you’re staring, utterly drawn in by her cool poise and presence. You’ve been frozen in place with the rim of your champagne glass resting against your mouth, and your eyelashes flutter as you blink and glance down.

The imprint of your lower lip has been left on the glass, stark red visible against its edge, and you squeeze Namjoon’s bicep.

“How does my lipstick look?”

He takes one look at you as he swallows down another tiny vol-au-vent. “Like half of it is missing,” he says, and you frown.

“Ugh. I’ll go touch it up in the bathroom. Keep an eye on our guy, I’ll be right back.”

It’s not until you’ve made it to the toilets that you realise that you do not, in fact, have any lipstick in your ridiculously small clutch bag. When it comes to your actual work, you’re meticulous and thorough and well-planned, but for some bizarre reason, a tube of lipstick is never the top of the list when it comes to equipment. Unbelievable. (You knew you should have worn the 24/7 stuff, but it was always such a nightmare to get off.)

You’ve been so busy rummaging through your bag that you’re completely caught off-guard at the sound of a quiet voice from behind you.

“Lost something?”

Oh, fuck. It’s her, your dark haired and dark eyed beauty, meeting your gaze through the mirror when you glance up from where you’re resting your bag against the marble counter (marble, marble, marble, it’s all marble: the floors, the counters, the sinks; why do rich people always love marble?). She looks altogether too amused at your plight and at how your eyes have widened perceptibly upon seeing her again. But can she blame you? Her presence is so graceful and commanding and she’s so dizzyingly attractive it’s insane. Surely she must get this all the time.

You stare for a little longer than is probably polite, and even behind her fringe you can see how one of her eyebrows rises.

“Sorry for staring,” you say once you notice. “You’re just so beautiful.”

She pauses as she takes in the compliment. You see how her eyes flicker over your face and settle on your mouth; your upper lip, tinted burgundy red, while the lower is faint and smudged.

“Lipstick problems?” She cocks her head at you, still staring at your lips in the mirror. God, she’s so hot.

“Can you tell?” You sound rueful as you glance down at the reflection of your mouth, touching your bottom lip lightly with a fingertip. “I forgot to bring any with me so now I’m stuck.”

She finally looks away from you. You hear a small, metallic click as she unclasps her evening bag— marginally larger than your own— and lifts out a small tube of liquid lipstick. “Would you like to use mine?”

Fuck yes you would.

“Oh, would that be alright?” You finally turn around, and you have to tilt your head back to look at her, taller than you in her heels. Jesus Christ. She’s going to be the death of you. Why are women so gorgeous? Who gave them the right? “I’m not sure the shade will match, though?”

You watch her beautiful mouth curve up into a small smirk as she pulls out a tiny pack of makeup remover wipes from her bag, and you swear could propose to her there and then. Beautiful and tall and organised? Holy shit. What a woman.

She’s got her bag in one hand, while the lipstick and wipes are clasped in the other; her hand is held up in such a way that you think she means for you to take them from her, but when you reach out she shakes her head.

“I’ll do it for you,” she says. The quiet note of authority in her tone makes you go weak at the knees.

Thank god the toilets you chose aren’t the main ones, because it means there’s no one around to see how she tilts her head at the marble counter in the universal gesture of get on there. It’s entirely unnecessary, but you, of course, immediately comply. You brace your hands against the cold stone before hitching yourself up, careful with the draping folds of your dress; the cold touch of the stone is noticeable through the material of your dress, but it’s instantly forgotten when your enchantress steps closer.

You spread your knees so she can stand between them. Holy shit, she’s even better up close. Her lashes are wispy but they’re the perfect frame for her gorgeous eyes, which are dark and intent. You suppress a shiver. You hold yourself still as she leans forward and around you so she can put her clutch and lipstick down, trying to ignore how close she is, but there’s no way she can’t realise what she’s doing. Your heart is pounding. You wish you didn’t have a job to do tonight because you would so much rather be getting, ah, acquainted with this woman rather than following some old businessman around.

The only noise in the bathroom is the sound of peeling plastic as she opens the tiny packet of wet wipes before she curls one around her finger, glancing at you through her lashes.

“Open,” she instructs.

Your mouth drops open immediately. She sweeps the wipe over your lips, bottom, then top, touch firm but careful, drawing away the red from your skin; you stare at her as she works, how her eyes are cast down as she stares at your mouth. She’s using her free hand to grip your chin and you feel deliciously powerless in her grasp.

You purse your lips a little to try and help her, watching the way her eyes flicker as she pulls the wipe back over them— somewhat firmer, this time, with more intent. Lingering. The only barrier between her finger and your mouth is soft and flimsy, the texture of the wipe against your lips like cotton as it drags across them, and it would be so easy to pull it out of her hands.

She flicks the dirtied wipe aside, heedless of how it lands on the unsullied marble, before reaching for her lipstick. She twists the tube in her fingers, motions of her hands precise and deft, and you’ve never been so attracted to how someone’s uncapped something before.

You watch her hands. (She watches you.)

Your eyes trail over the wand as she pulls it out, dragging the doe foot against the rim to catch the excess before turning it towards you, putting the tube by your thigh, near where your hand is bracing against the marble. She takes hold of your chin once again. You stay quiet as she starts to sweep the lipstick over your lips, painting them the same flushed pink as her own. Once again she’s staring at her work so you’re free to drink her in, almost drunk from her beauty, eyes catching on the tiny moles on her pale skin, the smallest freckles that are only noticeable because you’re this close.

The squelch of the applicator sliding into the tube is almost lewd in the silence of the bathroom, and this time you can’t suppress a shiver when she pulls your chin down to open your mouth so she can go back in again on your lips, drawing a sharp, crisp line. Tracing the edges of your lips, the flushed swell of them, the peak of your cupid’s bow.

She glances up. For a moment you’re both still, staring at each other, tension in the air palpable, but then she smacks her lips and you copy the motion, evening the application of the makeup on your mouth.

“Perfect,” she murmurs. “One more step.”

A small, confused frown flits over your face. She’s put the lipstick aside but then she lifts a finger and points towards your still parted lips. You take in a small, shuddering breath when she speaks again and you realise what she means.

“You don’t want to get lipstick on your teeth, do you?”

Both of her eyebrows have risen and she’s looking at you like you’re being silly if you disagree with her.

“No,” you say. You’re not about to deny her. “No, I don’t.”

Your eyes remain locked. You lean forwards, taking that perfect, long finger into your mouth, dragging your lips upwards so that any excess lipstick is caught against her pale skin, a ring of deep rose circling her bottom knuckle; you curl your tongue around her, hot and wet, feeling the crease of her knuckles and pad of her fingertip against your taste buds as you slowly, slowly pull away.

It’s undoubtedly indecent and risqué and you can feel the flush of arousal settling in your lower belly, an almost embarrassing flush of wetness leaking out of you at the taste of her skin. She, however, remains unmoved, although she lets her finger linger just for a moment on your bottom lip, almost rough against their softness— but before you can swallow those fingers back down and ruin her meticulous work, she pulls away, lifting the discarded wipe to sweep it around her finger, catching the lipstick you’d left on her skin.

“Done.”

She steps back and you feel like you can finally breathe, a breath so deep you can feel how your lungs fill, oxygen rushing to your brain so fast you feel lightheaded. You watch as she sweeps everything back into her bag, clicking it shut with a note of finality; the sullied wipe is cast carelessly into a tiny, chrome bin with a flick of a wrist, her every motion regal.

You slide off the counter. You still can’t take your eyes off her and you don’t want to. It feels like whatever heaviness was in the air has dissipated, gone in an instant with a turn of her head— normally you’d let it slide, even if you feel disappointed, but she’s just so magnetic.

“Thank you,” you say. You can see yourself in the mirror now and to your complete lack of surprise, your lipstick is perfect. The shade is lighter than one you’d have chosen for yourself but it’s beautiful on her, of course.

“You’re welcome.” She’s in the middle of washing her hands, but she glances over her shoulder at you, and the firm set to her face lightens a little as she smiles. It’s a small, sly thing, and you realise with a start that she knows exactly what effect she has on you.

I’m coming back for you, you think to yourself. You have work to do tonight, but—

“What’s your name?”

She pauses. She shuts off the tap with a quick motion, reaching forward for a rolled hand-towel, a neat stack on a metal tray nearby. You wonder if she’s not going to answer but then she speaks, looking at you instead of the soft cotton she’s rubbing over her skin. “Yoonji,” she says. “I’m Min Yoonji.”

Min Yoonji is the most gorgeous fucking woman you’ve ever seen.

“I love your dress, Yoonji,” you say, and it’s true, you really do— but you’d prefer it if it was off. Not that you’re about to say that, of course.

She lets out a breath of laughter. “I know.” Oh, god, you love confident women. “What’s your name, darling?”

You have that same split second of hesitation, similar to Yoonji’s only moments prior. You use a codename when you work, of course, and you have a plethora of fake identities that you use and are intimately familiar with— but the idea of your real name falling off Yoonji’s flushed, petal lips? Woof.

“Y/n L/n,” you say.

Oh, Joon would be so unimpressed right now, giving some mysterious woman your full, real name just because you think she’s the sexiest thing since sex, but whatever. What he doesn’t know can’t hurt him.

“Well, Y/n,” Yoonji says. You were right, your name sounds so good falling from her mouth, the mouth that’s turned into a small, almost smug smile. “I certainly hope to see you at the charity ball in a few weeks?”

“Of course.” Your schedule has been magically cleared and you’ll definitely be in attendance for whatever ball Yoonji is referring to, even if you have no idea what it is. You only come to these things if you have to for work but for Yoonji you’ll make an exception. You’ll make a hundred thousand exceptions. A hundred thousand quinquagintaquadringentillion exceptions. “I’ll make sure to remember my lipstick next time.”

And there it is, the thing that seals the deal, the final nail in the coffin: Yoonji glancing at you out of the corner of her eyes, a sharp, dark touch that shoots through you as her smile edges into hunger.

“Don’t worry,” she says. “I’m sure it won’t stay on your lips long enough to matter.”

The thing you’ve discovered about Minjae is that, with his divorce due to be finalised soon, he’s apparently lost any sense of routine and is revelling in his new found freedom, which is kind of irritating when you’re trying to tail the guy. Sure, you’re still going to take him out, but you prefer it when targets have some sort of schedule that they adhere to— makes it easier to set up a kill.

“You’re certain that he’s going to be here tonight?” You’d been sceptical considering how the guy’s apparently thrown his schedule out of the window, but Namjoon had been certain.

“Positive.” He’d said. “He’s there every Tuesday night. You’ll have plenty of time.”

The house appears to be deserted. The driveway is empty and all the windows and doors are locked tight. It’s just one of the properties that the Parks own in the city, and for all its size and lushness it appears as though this one is rarely frequented; you imagine that the cleaners and gardeners spend more time here than the owners themselves.

It doesn’t take you long to evade the watchful eyes of security cameras to pick a lock and slip inside. You're grateful for the dying evening light that helps cover your tracks from any onlookers from the street, although you imagine the high walls do good work at preventing people from seeing into the grounds anyway.

There’s still enough light to navigate through the house, the golden tinged sunset casting warm shadows across the spotless furniture and fixtures; you take a moment to let your eyes slide across a huge canvas hanging on a wall that spans two storeys, some impressionist piece that’s surprisingly ugly for all the talent that’s obvious in its brushstrokes. Maybe that’s why the Parks are never here? You’d certainly try to avoid seeing this thing if you could. Eurgh.

Even though the building is empty, you’re careful as you start to make your way forwards. You always place your toes down first whenever you take a step, soundless as you start to map the house out in your mind; there are so many rooms you can hide in, but you’d prefer to be close to wherever Minjae ends up. Saves faffing around later.

You’ll overpower him, inject the toxin into his blood and wait for him to die before setting him up on the toilet— it’s surprisingly common for people to die while on the shitter, the strain leading to an untimely heart attack, especially in older people. The poison you’re using tonight will mimic the symptoms of a heart attack in the case the coroner decides a post-mortem needs to be undertaken.

(Being found on the bog might not be a particularly graceful way to die but when you’re dead it’s kind of hard to be embarrassed.)

You’ve eased the door open into a large bedroom, and you’re just inspecting if it looks like this room sees more use than the others when you pause. It’s deathly silent in this building, the air still minus where you glide through it as you move, but there’s a feeling in your gut, some instinct that makes all the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. You freeze, ears straining to catch any noise to let you know if there’s someone else here, when—

There. In the reflection of a burnished pot, the tiniest shifting movement.

You react almost faster than the eye can see. You spin to parry a hit that was aimed for your head, and the strength behind it shudders through your arms. You only have a second to take in the details of your assailant— dressed in dark clothing, masquerade style mask in place, a professional just like you— before you’re deflecting another flurry of blows, flipping backwards out of reach before spinning into a kick, hooking that burnished pot with your foot and sending it flying towards the other assassin.

They dodge it. You both ignore the sound of clattering metal as you lunge forwards, trying to catch them off guard after their sidestep— your fist makes contact with their palm instead of their face, your hand engulfed in theirs, and you startle at their speed. You might not be the strongest but you’re damn fast.

There’s a pause, and you can only see a slither of their eyes through the sockets of their mask, but you can tell that they’re impressed. And honestly? So are you.

The moment shatters when they use the hand they're holding to twist you, locking an arm around your neck and putting you into a chokehold; they’re strong, stronger than you, cutting off your airflow. You need to get out of this before you fall unconscious, but if they’re trained as well as you then they’ll know how to combat the usual ways you’d use to get out of this.

So, in a demonstration of your flexibility you kick a leg up, using the strength of your thighs and calves to slam it into the arm that’s around your neck. Your assailant lets out a noise of surprise and pain as you slip out of their hold and cartwheel across the room before spinning to face them.

There’s a beat. The air is tense. You get another chance to take in the details of whoever’s just tried to choke you out; you stare at her as she stares at you, the two of you poised and ready to strike, watching and waiting.

Knives might be messy but of course you’re not unarmed. You have multiple sheathed weapons in your clothes, though you don’t make a move to draw any of them. Yet. “I suppose you wouldn’t tell me who your employer is, would you?”

Your opponent tilts her head. “You don’t know?” She sounds amused, even through her mask. “Minjae took out a contract on the assassin who has a contract on him.”

Your lip curls back from your teeth. The only way Minjae would have heard about your contract is if Dahye had told him. Presumably to try and shock him out of his behaviour, or something, who knows. “This is the last time I’m accepting a job from these rich old farts,” you mutter.

“That’s for certain,” she says.

She starts to move and you catch her arm just as she goes to unsheathe a wicked looking blade, knocking it aside before she overpowers you and you start to wrestle. It’s messy and graceless but sometimes you just have to fight dirty.

Whoever this woman is, she still has the upper hand because she was expecting you and you weren’t expecting her; she knocks you onto the bed and pins you down, swooping the knife up from where it had been thrown onto the mattress. You go utterly still as she holds it against your throat, towering over your from where she’s straddling your waist and kneeling on your arms. Any sudden movement from you now could lead to your untimely demise— and, unsurprisingly, you absolutely want to avoid that at all costs.

Namjoon would never let you live it down if you were killed on the job.

You hum. “It seems like we’ve reached an impasse.”

She doesn’t respond. The knife doesn’t dip any lower, though; you’re undoubtedly at her mercy but you notice she’s careful to keep the knife still, hovering above the skin of your neck, but not making contact.

“Well,” you continue. “At least I’m going out the way I’d always hoped to.”

Even in the dying light and with how her face is covered, you notice her face shifting behind her mask— a silent, questioning raise of an eyebrow. You give her a cheeky smile that crinkles your eyes.

“In bed with a beautiful woman, of course.”

At this she huffs out a laugh. “Do you flirt with every person who tries to kill you?”

You’re trying to look as non-threatening as possible to keep that knife away from your jugular. The longer you talk, the longer you live, even if you can’t see a way to get out of this situation right now. “Only the pretty ones.”

The small laugh she lets out this time seems more like a scoff. “You don’t even know what I look like.”

“Please.” You roll your eyes. “Any woman who can fight like you and knows how to handle a knife? Automatically hot. I don’t need to see your face to know that.”

The knife still hasn’t moved. She continues to stare you down and you go tense when her free hand moves. She tugs the cloth of your mask down to reveal your face, the air of the room almost cold against the suddenly bared skin, your breaths free to curl out unhindered.

“Usually I like to be taken out to dinner at least once before we get this intimate, but for you I suppose I’ll make an exception.” You’re still grinning cheekily at her, but your mind continues to race as you try to think of a way to get out of this, especially now that she’s seen what you look like—but you suddenly notice that she’s gone very, very still.

“Y/n?”

The grin freezes on your face. Oh, you’re so boned. You’re so very boned. Like, yeah, you’ve been seconds away from death for the past, hmm, five minutes, but this is somehow worse. How the fuck does she know your name?

You’re given the answer almost immediately. She withdraws the hand from your chin and reaches for her own mask. Your eyes widen and your breath stutters in your throat once you see who it is.

“Holy shit,” you breathe.

Yoonji is staring down at you. She’s every inch as imperious and stunning as the last time you’d seen her— hell, even moreso now that you’ve seen what she’s capable of. No wonder you hadn’t been able to find out anything about her after you’d met at that garish charity gala. Because she’s untraceable, just like you.

“Well.” You stare back at her, not even attempting to keep the surprise off your face. “If anyone has to kill me at least I can die satisfied in the knowledge that it was you. Can I make a request? I’d be eternally grateful if you smothered me to death with your thighs. Just a suggestion, feel free to ignore it if you want.”

Yoonji cocks her head. Her bob is tied back, but there’s a loose lock of hair curled by the side of her face that shifts at the motion. Your fingers twitch. If she wasn’t kneeling on your arms you know you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself from tucking it behind her ear. Any excuse to touch her. “Do you always talk so much?”

“Hey, if it means I get to feel your legs around my face before I die, I’ll give a full fledged TED talk,” you say. “I have to admit, though. When I pictured us in bed together I didn’t think it would be like this.”

The knife still hasn’t moved from your throat. She continues to stare, as if considering what to do next, though her face remains impassive. “What did you think it would be like?”

“Well, you know. Less knives and clothes involved and a lot more making out,” you answer. “You, telling me what to do. Me, entirely at your command. Anything the lady wants, she gets.”

The human body is a fickle and strange beast. Ever since you discovered who’s straddling you, you’ve been growing wetter and wetter, even if you’re trying not to let on that you’re steadily growing more aroused— you’re still distinctly aware of the knife that’s only centimetres away from your skin, but somehow your body is more focused of the fact that the woman you’ve been daydreaming about is finally in front of you again.

(Well, less in front of you and more on top of you, which is an admittedly preferable option, sans the knife involvement.)

You see how Yoonji’s eyes are darting over your face. No doubt taking in how your pupils are dilated, how your breaths are a little shallower, quicker— signs of fear and signs of arousal are surprisingly similar. You wonder if she can identify which it is. Probably. You’re not exactly very subtle in your attraction to her.

“I forgot my lipstick again,” you add, and Yoonji’s passive mask finally breaks when she rolls her eyes.

“Didn’t I say you wouldn’t need it?”

Even the way she throws the knife aside is gorgeous. The sharp undulation of her wrist as she sends the blade skittering across the polished wood floor is careless and fluid. Her hands cup your face as she bends down, and you send up a mental thanks to any god or higher being who might be listening before Yoonji presses her lips to your and your brain goes blank.

Apparently Yoonji likes it messy. One of her hands is grasping your chin in a mockery of the last time you’d met and she’d painted your lips— your mouth is open and she licks past your lips as you shudder beneath her. She’s still got her knees pressed into your arms, pinning you down, but you desperately crane your head towards her, chasing that kiss; you tilt your head to deepen it, and the whine that leaves you when she pulls away is almost embarrassing.

The sun has finally dipped below the horizon and the room is dark, painted in shades of grey and deep blue. You wish you could see Yoonji properly and you can’t help but wriggle a little underneath her, but then you watch her raise her hands and clap three times in rapid succession before the room floods with dim light. Sound activated lights? Damn.

Yoonji’s mouth shines, covered in a sheen of your mixed saliva, her pretty lips flushed rose pink; even without makeup they’re beautiful and their colour is deep, the blooming petals of a flower. Your eyes trail over her face, down her neck, over the fall of her chest and stomach— you’re both far too covered up in these stupid ensembles of yours and you want to strip the clothes off her. You want to see every inch of her beautiful, majestic body, bared for your lips and hands.

Fuck, she’s so gorgeous.

“Not to, um, ruin the moment, but my hands are going numb.” The weight of Yoonji’s body being pressed into your arms has pretty much cut off the blood flow to your fingers and you can feel the telltale sensation of pins and needles spreading through your skin. “Can I have those back, please?”

Yoonji lifts her knees just enough for you to slide your arms out from underneath them. You immediately shed your gloves and go to grab her ass but she gives you a sharp look and you freeze, slowly settling them on her thighs instead, which she allows with only the slightest raise of her eyebrows.

“Watch,” she commands, and who are you to disobey?

She reaches for the tie in her hair, tugging it out and letting her dark locks fall to frame her lovely, beautiful face. You hungrily swallow down each sight that she feeds to you, the skin that’s revealed as she shrugs off her layers of clothing. She unbuckles the weapons hidden underneath her clothes as she sheds them; she’s a veritable arsenal of firearms and knives, all cast carelessly aside until her upper body is finally, blessedly naked. You’ve been staring at her the whole time, the graceful column of her throat, the delicate lines of her collarbones, and your gaze falls to her breasts, small and perfect, nipples dusty pink and hard. You want to put your mouth on them.

“Holy shit, you’re perfect,” you say.

She smirks. You watch as she rolls her body, lifting up from her knees and standing up, towering above you on the bed—your hands fall to the mattress as she pulls her trousers down, tight material dragging against her skin as she slides it over the curve of her hips and down her long legs. There’s a dagger strapped to her thigh, which she unbuckles and lets fall to one side, but god, if she used it to kill you right now, you would die a happy woman. The image of Min Yoonji towering above you in nothing more than some flimsy underwear is one you want to take to the grave.

You can see how the material around her entrance is darkened with her arousal, and you feel your own body react to the sight, pussy throbbing, your own lower lips slick underneath all your layers of clothing. Yoonji hooks her thumbs into her panties and pushes them down, and you’re enraptured as you watch how the wetness clings to them, before that last bit of clothing is cast aside too.

You moan, unable to stop the sound bubbling up in your throat. From how she’s standing above you, legs spread from how her feet are either side of your hips, you can see everything—how her cunt is flushed, how wet she is, her folds shining. You bet she tastes so fucking good.

You let your mouth fall open, tongue lolling out in a way that’s obscene. You see Yoonji’s eyes flicker as she traces the motion, the way she takes in your expression: wide, hungry eyes, parted lips, wet tongue. Your hands skim up the back of her calves as she shifts forwards and returns to her knees, her naked core so, so close to your mouth, and you dig your fingers into her skin.

“Bon appé-fucking-tit,” you murmur, and then you pull her onto your face.

Yoonji gasps.

(You were right. She tastes so, so fucking good.)

You’re utterly shameless as you slurp up her juices, the wetness that continues to leak out of her as you bury your face into her cunt, tongue lapping over her entrance as your nose brushes her clit. Your hands have moved to the flesh of her ass and you encourage her to grind against you, rolling her hips towards your greedy mouth; you’re staring up at her, drinking down her reactions, the way her face twists with pleasure and the shuddering breaths she takes in, perfect little breasts jumping at the motion. There’s a flush spreading down her neck and chest, pale skin blushing pink, and it’s the prettiest thing you’ve ever seen.

You purse your lips against her clit, circling it with your tongue before dipping back down between her folds. Each time you breathe in all you can smell is her scent, heavy and dark, all your senses filled with Yoonji, Yoonji, Yoonji. When you hum against her, Yoonji arches her spine and throws her head back, so when you press your tongue into her you hum again, letting the vibrations shiver through her.

“Yes,” she gasps, rutting against your face. “Yes, yes—”

Her thighs tighten around your head. You redouble your efforts, watching her face as you continue to swipe your tongue up her slit and through her folds; you wish you could swallow each of the noises that are falling from her lips as she reaches the crest of her pleasure, the little gasps and moans each time you move your tongue in a particularly wicked way.

“There,” she says. “There, there, just like that—”

Your jaw aches but you don’t even register it, too intent on keeping your mouth open and hot and wet against her. It only takes a few more swipes and flicks of your tongue before she shudders violently, canting her hips towards your mouth as her legs go tense and she cums. She continues to straddle your face as she rides out the waves of pleasure, and you swallow down the wetness that flushes out of her rippling cunt, ignoring the throbbing between your own legs.

You can’t talk, muffled by her as you are, but your mind is singing. Look at you, you think. Look at how gorgeous you are. God, I could eat you out all day. (What a blessed life that would be.)

You can tell when Yoonji’s edged into oversensitivity, jolting when your tongue sweeps over her swollen clit; she settles back, knees spread as she rests against your heaving chest, legs tensing each time an aftershock shivers through her. Your mouth is open as you pant in air, but she watches as you swipe your tongue over your lips, catching the lingering taste of her on you, your chin opalescent with her arousal.

“Okay,” you say, breathless. “I’ve done everything that’s worth doing. I’ve peaked. Everything is downhill from here. You can kill me now.”

You’re only half joking, but your thighs instinctively go tight to rub against each other when you see how Yoonji’s eyes darken.

“I’m not done with you yet,” she purrs.

Yoonji might be naked while you’re still clothed, and so still armed, but she’s undoubtedly the one who’s in control right now. You are so, so okay with that. You watch with wide eyes as she shifts back, her hands grabbing the material of your jacket to tug you upwards, but before she can strip off your clothes you capture her lips with your own.

The taste of her is still heady and deep in your mouth and you nip at her bottom lip before pressing your tongue forwards. The kiss is already slick from Yoonji’s wetness and when you pull away, there’s a thin string of saliva that connects you for a moment before it breaks, which Yoonji wipes away from your chin with the pad of her thumb.

“Dirty girl,” she says, and you bite back a moan at the unabashed lust in her voice. Her grip on your chin is firm. “Did I say you could kiss me?”

“No,” you answer. “I couldn’t help myself.”

She tuts, as if disappointed, and every one of your nerve endings feels electrified, ready and anticipating whatever Yoonji is going to do next. “Such a shame,” she says. “You just can’t keep your hands or mouth to yourself, can you?”

“Can you blame me?”

Yoonji huffs out a laugh through her nose. She strips your jacket off in one sharp motion and then your shirt is similarly pulled off with single-minded intent, along with every other piece of equipment cinched to your arms and body. When you reach for her, though, she captures your wrists, her face stern.

“If you keep moving without permission, I’m going to take that privilege away from you.”

You don’t have to see your own eyes to know how your pupils will have dilated from that statement, blood thrumming through your veins, and you can tell Yoonji has noticed when her expression shifts.

“Oh.” A small, triumphant smirk appears on her face. “I see.”

You lift your arms up so she can pull your sports bra off (of course if you had known you’d been running into Yoonji again you would have worn something nicer). Rather than touch your heaving chest, however, she pushes you down onto the mattress, a hand around your wrists so they’re held above your head.

“Keep still,” she says.

She reaches for the holster that you’d had around your upper arm, lazily casting the knife aside before looping it around your wrists and pulling it secure.

Yoonji’s fingers ease under the nylon as she checks the fit. It’s tight, but not so much so that it’s painful or dangerous, and there’s a hushed moment when the realisation hits you— Yoonji and yourself are both skilled enough to know that you could easily free yourself if you wanted to. It would only take a little motion of your wrists and hands and you could slip them out of the makeshift cuffs in an instant.

You melt into the mattress. Yoonji’s eyes shift away from your wrists as she takes in the way you’ve gone utterly relaxed and limp below her, staring back at her. You see an expression flit across her face faster than you can see, before she slides down your body so she can push your legs apart.

You lift your hips to help her strip your trousers off. Her hand lingers on the concealed holster around your thigh, eyeing the small pistol nestled inside it, before that too is stripped off and cast aside. Her hands trail over the soft skin of your hips and stomach, eyes skimming over the bared length of your body before settling between your legs, the slickness of your inner thighs.

“You got this wet just from eating me out?” Her pretty mouth is curled into an expression that’s almost mocking, and your legs jolt as she runs her fingers lightly over your lower lips before rubbing her fingertips together to feel the wetness she’s gathered. “I haven’t even touched you yet.”

Your nails dig into your palms as your hands twist against each other and you shift your legs further apart. “Please, Yoonji,” you plead, shameless from desperation and arousal.

She laughs at your obvious hunger. “I suppose I should return the favour, shouldn’t I?”

You watch breathlessly as she lifts her fingers to her lips, swallowing them into her mouth to get them slick and wet. The motions of her tongue are languid as she licks across her fingers. You’re like a livewire, thrumming with electricity, and the sensation of her finally sinking one of those fingers into you sends sparks throughout your body.

Yoonji’s maddeningly slow. Your body takes her readily, her long finger gliding easily in and out of you, but she makes no move to speed up; you let out a small noise and she moves upwards to kiss you, as if indulging you, and you’ve just relaxed against her mouth when she plunges a second finger in.

She swallows your gasp as her fingers speed up, before she starts to kiss across your jaw, your neck, between the valley of your breasts and then closing her mouth over one of your nipples— she times the flick of her tongue with the thrust of her fingers, and then you feel how she takes her thumb to press your clit at the same time and you’re gone, falling over the edge faster than you’d expected. Your orgasm is fast but deep, your walls clenching tight around the fingers that continue to curl in and out of you, but she doesn’t stop.

“Yoonji,” you gasp. “It’s too— oh—”

Those two fingers continue to rub your sweet spot as you edge into oversensitivity but Yoonji doesn’t let up. She continues to lick and bite at the skin of your chest, putting her mouth to your other breast and circling the hardened bud of your nipple with her tongue before kissing down your stomach, your pubic bone, and then pressing her lips to your swollen clit.

You whimper. Her pace of her fingers has quickened, and she curls them each time she almost pulls them out, the squelch of their motions obscene as they slide through the cum of your first orgasm. She stares up at you, lapping at your clit with her tongue, and you can feel the saliva that’s dripping from her mouth and over your flushed core, every inch of you oversensitive but screaming with pleasure.

It’s almost painful, but you can feel an orgasm creeping through that ache; you wring your hands together and sob as Yoonji continues to finger fuck you without mercy, her pace almost bruising, the thrust of her knuckles against you each time she bottoms out just one more layer on top of that overwhelming pleasure.

“Yoonji,” you gasp. “I’m g-gonna cum again.”

She hums against you, and you make an incoherent noise at the feeling of that sound against your clit, almost too much— and then she presses one more finger into you, and that’s it, that slight burn and stretch sending you hurtling over that edge again. When you cum, your hips buck and you gasp, air rushing into your lungs before it escapes you in a moan of ecstasy; the only sensations registering in your mind right now are the ripples of pleasure spreading through your cunt as Yoonji pulls her fingers out of you, pressing down on your clit in a way that’s almost cruel, and you sob as your legs instinctively try to tighten but are prevented from doing so by Yoonji’s unyielding presence.

She’s staring down at you as you start to go lax, and you think she’s finished with you, but you watch with widening eyes as she takes her ring and middle finger to run them through your sodden folds. You sob again when those fingers plunge back into you, palm pressing against your clit each time she curls her fingers, and you squirm underneath her.

“Yoonji, it’s too much,” you cry.

“One more.” Yoonji’s leaning back and staring at you, taking in the sweat that’s beading across your skin, the tears that are gathering in your eyes and threatening to spill down your face and into your hair. “You’re doing so well, darling, you can give me one more, can’t you?”

Your reply is incoherent, a small noise that shudders out of the back of your throat. You’ve never been thrown so thoroughly into pleasure like this, overstimulated and aching, but there’s that flicker of pleasure still between your legs, growing each time Yoonji beckons with her fingers, curling over your abused sweet spot again and again and again.

“Just say the word and I’ll stop,” Yoonji says, the wet plunge of her fingers into your abused pussy so messy and loud but not enough to drown her out. “One word and I’ll stop.”

You don’t say anything. You just let your eyes roll back into your head as you cant your hips towards her, trying to latch onto that thread of pleasure that’s thrumming through you below all your screaming nerves, and the noise Yoonji makes is pleased.

“There we go,” she praises. “Look at you, so good for me. Pretty darling.”

You can feel how your pussy clenches around Yoonji’s fingers, how the coil in you is squeezing tighter and tighter, how another orgasm is somehow creeping up on you— you tilt your hips towards that feeling, towards Yoonji’s hand, and then she’s pulling her fingers out of you in an almost rough motion and you’re cumming harder than you ever have before.

“Oh, fuck!” You sob.

It’s indescribable. The sensation rips through you as your back arches off the bed and you’re cumming and squirting and gasping and you can feel the wetness that slicks out of you, your toes curling as your brain goes blank from the staggering pleasure and static consumes every one of your senses. Your entire body feels like nothing more than a vessel for the ecstasy that’s shooting through your veins, spreading out from your core and to every corner of your insides and limbs.

It takes you a while to come back around, aftershocks wracking through your body. You feel sluggish and slow as your mind slowly clears, focusing on the sensation of warm hands stroking over the skin of your stomach and hips and thighs; your eyes flutter open and when you glance down you can see the shine to Yoonji’s skin, evidence of your pleasure painting her in a thin sheen of liquid.

“Oh my god,” you moan. “Holy shit.”

She smiles. “You were so, so good for me,” she says. She leans down to press a light kiss to collarbones and you shiver. “So beautiful. How are you feeling?”

“Like I’ve died and gone to heaven before coming back again,” you reply. “Oh, that was so good, Yoonji. I’ve never squirted before. I didn’t realise I could. God.”

Yoonji laughs lightly. You can’t help but watch the way it transforms her face, the way her chest jumps at the motion, every inch of her gorgeous and majestic and cute and pretty. “You did so, so well,” she praises, before she kisses you, her mouth so soft; you barely notice the sudden easing of pressure around your wrists as she releases you, more intent on the sensation of her soft petal lips against your own.

You stare up at her as she pulls away. Powerful, amazing Min Yoonji, kneeling between your legs, naked but not helpless. Definitely less vulnerable than you right now. And yet she’s still making no moves to grab one of the many weapons littered around the bed so she can finally finish her contract by completing the kill. It would be so easy for her.

The silence of the room is suddenly broken by a tiny buzzing noise. You both glance over at the sound, one that Yoonji doesn’t recognise but you do— the communicator in one of your wristbands, the one you use to keep in contact with Namjoon.

You watch the twisting of Yoonji’s body as she leans over the bed to hook the band with a finger before proffering it to you. You pause, but then grasp her wrist and lightly pull so she ends up pressed against you, softness of her breasts against your own, and you hold the communicator between your faces as you accept the call.

“Thank god you answered.” Namjoon’s voice is obviously frantic even through the tinniness of the small speaker. “Dahye cancelled the contract because Minjae wants to reconcile with her, but apparently he’s already put a hit out on you— tonight was a ruse, Minjae isn’t going to be there, you have to get out of there—”

“Bit too late for that,” you interrupt. Yoonji’s hair is tickling your cheek. “Don’t worry. I have it in hand. Send some flowers to Minjae for me, will you?”

“Flowers?” Namjoon sounds understandably confused. “Why?”

“As a thank you for taking out a contract on me,” you say. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m a little busy.”

“With what?”

“With me,” Yoonji says, and you hear Namjoon’s surprised intake of breath before you cut the line.

You end up laughing to yourself. “Oh, he’s going to hate me for that,” you giggle. Yoonji’s hand trails up your stomach and you continue to giggle at the ticklish sensation. Her skin is still slick against yours, and you suddenly realise how cold it is in the room, the air touching the cooling liquid that’s rubbed off against your skin, and you shiver. “Mm. I think it’s time to clean up. Want me to scrub your back in the shower? I give very good massages.”

Yoonji’s eyes are dark and warm before she presses her nose to your neck, lips soft as they touch the delicate skin of your throat. “I’ll be the judge of that.”

#yoonji x reader #min yoonji #yoonji smut #cypherwritersnet #bts smut #bts oneshot #one day I'll learn how to efficiently use tags... one day #joy.masterlist

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dreamcatcherjiah · 3 years

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PART 11

💞Tight Hearts (Idol!Hoseok x Reader)

Plot: The red string of fate was visible when our grandparents were children. They would play around, following the strings from one person to their soulmate and laugh happily when these two people inevitably found each other. It was a reason for happiness. But little by little, people stopped seeing the threads. In bad times, it was dangerous, it was a liability, so people stopped seeing them to protect each other from harm. When I was born, nobody saw them anymore, they just felt their soulmate. Anxiety, happiness, sorrow, love, the hearts of the soulmates are one, feel the same things, but it is almost impossible to find your soulmate, now that the threads cannot be seen.

Tight Hearts Masterlist

Part 11

A/N: I may have gone a bit overboard with this one, but I literally couldn't stop writing! I hope you guys like it! Tell me what you thought? ILY🥺♥️

The boys were practising for their next comeback and they could see how you, from the other side of the room, were desperately trying not to freak out at being allowed in the room while they did. The song was powerful, dark and all-around a fantastic feast for the eyes, or so had you blurted out to Jhope when he asked about your opinion. You had instantly turned absolutely red and went to hide in the furthest corner of the practice room, as far as you could go without feeling discomfort. He thought that was cute.

He went back to his dance, losing himself in the movements, letting go of his thoughts and only moving with the music. The choreography was still in the early stages, the changes in position weren’t as seamless as he would have liked, Tae nearly kicked him while trying to do the one-handed turn, but it was okay since they had time to polish every single thing before January. They moved into the title song, which still was missing some of his rap. He hadn’t been precisely in the right frame of mind to finish his bars but now, nothing was stopping him from taking you into his studio and getting to work. The choreography needed it anyway, there was no link between the first chorus and Yoongi hyung’s part, which made it incredibly difficult to choreograph anything. What they could do, however, was perfect the dance-break, Jin hyung had opted out when given the option and that left them in two groups of three. During his part, Hoseok’s eyes moved on their own accord and focused on your reflection in the mirror. Your embarrassment had completely disappeared from your face, now filled with awe. You followed every move with rap attention, your head bopping with the low base as his body moved and hit every beat. His heart swelled when he felt how pride radiated out of your every pore, reaching him through the bond, energising his soul, endowing his last steps with strength and precision. Now was Jungkookie, Yoongi and Namjoonie’s turn, their turns already flawless; Joonie’s face alight with glee when he managed the turn made you laugh. Yes, he was happy. You made him happy with only your presence but, the appreciation and the support you were giving them, not only because of your being an Army, touched something inside his chest.

When the music stopped, some of them dropped to the floor, almost all of them, save for Namjoon. He skipped his way over to you, screaming euphoric after nailing the choreography for the first time, zero mistakes! He grasped your hands and pull you upright, dancing around the room, jumping and turning, making you laugh in glee. The sound of you laughing made them all stop, no longer catching their breaths, but looking at the tender picture of you and Namjoon. His eyes glancing around at his brothers, Hoseok caught glimpses of Jiminie’s eyes hiding behind crescents when he smiled, Tae and JK laughing in disbelief, how Jin hyung took out his phone to record and winked at him, as if telling him I will send this to you later, don’t worry. Yoongi hyung was simply just looking at him, a deep glint of pride in his eyes and a satisfied smirk breaking through his impassive façade.

Hoseok’s feet took him, without even realising, to where you were standing now, your hip resting against the refreshments table with a huge grin splitting your face. Head devoid of thought he just got closer and closer to you, wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his head on your shoulder. He sensed the second when you registered what he was doing, your body tensing, to relax instantly. Your hand flew to his head, resting there and caressing the short, damp strands of his hair behind his ears.

A chorus of teasing voices surrounded the two of you, Hoseok not paying any attention to the jabs, only focusing on how his muscles had untangled and his agitated breathing had instantly calmed the second he touched you. His rapid heartbeat, he knew, was not due to the straining dance moves he just did. It was you, it was all you, surrounding him. Your scent inadvertently invading his senses, your hand moving from his head to the nape of his neck to finally rest around his shoulders in an all-encompassing hug. His breath now caught in his throat when his traitorous brain told him how the depth of his feelings, so fresh and novel, was reaching a point of no return. He didn’t care. As long as you were this bright presence by his side, he would never regret his feelings for you.

After joining Hoseok and Namjoon in the latter’s studio while they worked on some verses for the title song, you met the rest of the boys and all of you were led in the same cars you arrived at a restaurant to have dinner. The place was deserted as Hoseok led you by the hand to a private dining room where a huge round table was set for eight. The managers just led you in, told some things to Namjoon and Jin and left you to your own devices.

The room was nosy, with a happy Hoseok to your left and Seokjin to your right, your eardrums bursting, but still, you were happy.

“Taehyungie hyung almost ended up hanging up his wet shoes in the company’s bathroom!” Shouted Jungkook, his belly laugh so contagious that even Tae ended up laughing while trying to explain.

“You just hate your shoes Taehyung! Everyone knows it!” You told him, eating some bulgogi from Hoseok’s plate while he was distracted laughing.

“Now, that’s not fair, you have an unfair advantage,” Tae answered, setting his elbows on the table and supporting his weight on them, “you know an awful lot about us and we know practically nothing about you, miss Army,” his teasing remark made you instantly shut up, a blush reaching your ears. Hoseok instantly projected his care toward you, wanting to let you know that Tae didn’t mean it with malice.

Taking a deep breath, you braced yourself, searched for Hoseok’s hand and looked Taehyung straight in the eyes. “What do you guys want to know?”

Mischievous looks transformed the boys’ faces until Jin reined them in and calmed them by saying: “She may know about us, but she doesn’t really know us.”

While the staff came in and set the rest of the plates on the table, silence covered all of you. Seokjin was right. All of you knew it. You being a fan allowed you to know a certain amount of information about them, only the little bits that they chose to display, the little bits they shared. But there were many more sides to their personalities that they had kept close to their hearts. Namjoon wasn’t always the confident leader, his clumsiness too much for him sometimes. Yoongi, the quietest one, had been loud and supportive during rehearsals, running after the maknae line in a sort of catch-me-if-you-can game. They cared for each other in different ways, giving Hoseok a bottle of water as soon as he looked more winded than usual, hugging him from behind when a routine didn’t match his expectations… If anything, getting to know them from this close only made you love them more.

“You can ask me anything you want, it’s only fair. I’ll do my best to answer sincerely,” you smiled up at these men, so different between each other and yet they all had the same surprised look plastered on each of their faces. Hoseok recovered quicker than his brothers and reached you to kiss your cheek. Far from shying away from his show of affection, you smiled up at him, tightened your hold on his hand, and faced the table.

Namjoon was the first one to speak, brows furrowed as he played around with the food on his plate. “Let’s make this fair as you say,” he told you, “for each question from us you answer, we tell you something about us. I’ll start.” He looked around and after seeing six nods, took a deep breath and looked at you in the eye.

“I hate when we get asked questions about our personal lives during interviews about our music. They don’t care about it, they just want what Army can do. And I despise that.” His eyes were alight with sincerity as he opened up about himself, not about RM, but Namjoon. Smiling at him and nodding, you wordlessly thank him and give him the cue to ask you a question. “When did you start feeling pain because of the bond?”

Seeing his question had taken you by surprise, he looked sheepishly at you, waiting for your answer. He had dived right in.

“I was seventeen, maybe around 2011, it was something weird, like a pull behind the ribs. It wasn’t too much of a bother at the beginning, that changed over the years.”

Contemplating your words, the boys kept eating in silence while they mulled over who was going to ask you next.

“I… hate when people get close to us for our fame and use it against us,” said Jin next to you. His face was calm, his words steady. “Did you ever think it wasn’t worth it? Having a soulmate?”

Instinctively, your right hand flies towards his left, squeezing and looking at him. You didn’t have the strength to answer that question looking at Hoseok.

“A few months ago… I took a few days off work. The pain was so bad back then that I couldn’t even get up from the bed. I didn’t know who they were, but I just knew they were suffering the same pain I was. Hurting them that way didn’t make it worth it, I wanted to end it that day. I am not proud of it, but I don’t regret thinking it either.”

Suddenly, a wave of sadness hits you like a ton of bricks, just as Hoseok’s head rests on your shoulder. Jin looks at your wide eyes and smiles at you calmly. His presence is something you could never repay him for, you valued what a gift he was to the people around him. Without saying a word, you turn back to Hoseok, hugging him around the neck, only wanting to get rid of those negative feelings inside him. After a while, still agitated and without looking at you, he spoke.

“My biggest fear was being the reason my soulmate could potentially die,” he whispered, so low that you were sure nobody else had heard him. He shook himself out of his feelings and with a smile that didn’t really reach his eyes, spoke his question. “What do you value the most in life?”

Giving him back the biggest smile you could muster, you didn’t even need to think what to answer. It already was second nature, to tell the truth to this wonderful man, no questions asked.

“My independence, my parents always taught me how to be independent and I love the feeling of being able to provide for myself, give myself little prices when I feel like I’ve done something right and I am satisfied how it turned out.” Hoseok hadn’t taken his eyes away from yours as you answered, pride sweeping out of him as he kissed your forehead and settled you against his side for the time being. How fast had he caught on to know that you needed his comfort only from looking at your eyes?

The faces around the table were solemn and you got the feeling that the relaxed atmosphere they had intended for dinner had gone out the door the second Tae unknowingly started the interrogation. You wanted to stop, but you didn’t have the heart when they were also confessing to you, showing you parts of themselves. It was then when you realised that they also needed to tell you, not because they wanted to pay you somehow for the information you were giving up; they wanted you to get to know them as they were getting to know you. Jungkook was getting fidgety by the second and he was boring a hole in his plate with his stare until he raised his eyes and blurted out his confession.

“I grew up in the spotlight and I am used to the lack of privacy it brings, but when my life is aired out when scandals come out, I just want to be a 23 year old whose biggest concern is handing in essays on time and looking for a job,” he didn’t stop to breath while leaving it all out in the open and, giving the lack of reaction of his older brothers, this wasn’t the first time he lamented his lost childhood. “What is your happiest memory?”

You did have to think about that question; despite the pain, your college years had been some of the happiest of your life, when you picked up dancing and some of your best friends to the date you met then. Thinking clearly, there was a clear image in your head when you thought about the happiest moment of your life.

“It may have been my last year of college, some of my friends had been abroad the year before and we hadn’t seen each other in months. We met for Halloween, bought a ton of food and a lot of alcohol,” you chuckled, already happy only at remembering those couple of days, “we went to one of my friend’s house, we had pizza for dinner, listened to music and got drunk! I still remember clearly how my friend started dancing to Chungha and even dropped to the floor in the chorus of Gotta Go! We started speaking in English and we couldn’t switch back to Korean! We even started hugging each other every time we refilled our drinks…” you hadn’t noticed how you had raised your voice as you excitedly remembered that day, gesticulating with your hands, and now everyone in the room was happily looking at you, sweet smiles in their faces. You blushed a little bit and turned towards your soulmate, his head only a tad bit taller than you when he hugged you like this. His eyes were reflecting the happiness you were feeling and showing you just how much he cared for you.

Yoongi coughed a little, breaking the little bubble inside which you found yourself with Hoseok, making you focus on him.

“I know that, no matter what, music will always be a part of my life, but I am scared that people might misinterpret my message, dub me something I am not. Someone I am not,” he said, with such a conviction that the room descended into silence again. Even if his statement was frightening, how much of him depended on being understood, his gummy smile instantly made an appearance and, deviating his eyes to Hoseok for a millisecond, he asked: “Are you happy?”

“Immensely,” you responded, not needing to think and not needing to hide. After such a sincere question, that didn’t need further explanation, you looked at the two remaining men, while your soulmate’s arms tightened around you.

Taehyung and Jimin glanced at each other, debating who would go next and seemed to reach an agreement between them when Taehyung spoke first.

“I miss my grandmother a lot these days, I am always wondering what she would have said if she saw how far we’ve all come,” he told you, eye to eye, with a nostalgic smile that made his face solemn and distantly happy at the same time. “What are you most grateful for?”

The answer came instantly to your lips, but you had the good sense to clasp them closed before you blurted it out. You contemplated modifying your answer until something caught your attention; Namjoon was focusing all his attention on you, jaw locked and raised eyebrow, daring you to lie, to half-ass your way out of the question. That alone gave you the courage to say it, but it didn’t mean you couldn’t hide while saying it. Burying your face in your soulmate’s chest, you spoke up, loud enough so everyone in the room could hear.

“Hoseok.”

Loud whoops and peals of laughter could be heard even at the entrance of the restaurant, Hoseok’s chest vibrated with his sweet laughter, not restraining himself, he kissed the crown of your head several times and tightened, if it was even possible at this point, his hold on you until your ribs hurt.

Coming around the table with a face-splitting grin on his face, Jimin took your hand in his and extracted you from a not-so-happy Hoseok, who pretended to sulk while Jimin directed you to a part of the room that didn’t have furniture in it.

“I hated you at the beginning because you were hurting Hoseokie hyung, but now I don’t ever want you to ever leave,” he said all this with his sweet smile and didn’t even give you time to ponder on what he had said when he was asking, “Truth or dare?”

With a confused face, you hesitantly answered dare and began regretting it almost instantly, as he pulled out his phone, and gave it to Taehyung.

“I dare you to keep up with me dancing to Fake Love, if you manage, I’ll give you whatever you want,” Jimin told you, eyes filled with mischief and feet already moving of their own accord. Your jaw could have practically touched the floor.

“Are you… I haven’t danced in years, HOW DO YOU EVEN THINK I COULD KEEP UP WITH YOU?!” You accused, hearing disbelieving laughs behind you, “You just want me to make a fool of myself,” crossing your arms over your chest and stomping your foot, you were the picture-perfect image of a petulant child.

“You don’t fool me, I have been watching you while we practised, you know our choreos, you couldn’t keep yourself still and the movements that got away from you were precise and on the beat. You can do this, I just want to see if you have the courage,” he mocked you, arms cross in imitation of your silly pose and haughtiness rolling off of him in waves. Hoseok was looking between the both of you, looking oddly offended and pensive.

Now, pride wounded, you weren’t thinking in how seven professional idols were looking at you and analysing your every move, you just wanted to wipe the silly smile off his face. Signalling for Taehyung to start the song, Jimin asked whose part you wanted to dance. With a hoarse Hobi’s you tried to warm up your muscles at record speed, with your luck, the best end of the night would be you breaking a leg.

Before the music started playing, Taehyung telling you he’d give you a cue so you weren’t caught off guard with the sudden start, you closed your eyes. Among your anxiousness, you felt, strong and latent, how pride was slowly filling you, from the tip of your toes reaching up until there wasn’t a single part of your body that didn’t feel the emotion. Reassured and certain that Hoseok was still there, Taehyung gave you the cue and the music started.

In the beginning, your muscles screamed at you in outrage after so many months of disuse, outrightly refusing to cooperate. Still, you managed to keep in time with Jimin, his steps so fluent it didn’t even seem difficult for him. The chorus was tricky, you needed to put the energy you didn’t have behind your movements, needed to make it look flawless, one foot in the wrong place and you’d trip. Your breathing became laboured and you focused harder, that special calm that used to envelop you when you danced washing around you and blocking out everything but the music and the constant presence of Hoseok next to your heart.

Your back hurt when you had to crouch down and it still protested a little bit when you were supposed to be fighting with Taehyung and Namjoon while Yoongi rapped, but you pushed through. Now more than halfway through the song, you were aware that your eyes were open but unseeing, you were aware of Jimin waltzing laps around you but you didn’t care. After having to quit dancing because of the pain, you were feeling it again, the rush, the adrenaline. You were feeling the euphoria of it all.

You kneeled on the ground, while Jimin stood behind you, pretending that Taehyung was there, holding him. Then you got up and turned your back to the room, catching your breath, coming down from the high dancing had given you. The last chords of the outro came out of the speakers and you rolled your torso backwards to end up enveloping Jimin in an awkward hug. The song was over.

Breathing hard, and not hearing a single noise in the room, you dared a look around and found six pairs of wide-open eyes focused solely on you. Turning your head a bit to the right gave you a glimpse of a proudly smiling Jimin nodding at you.

“Was I that bad?” You asked, and six sets of jaws dropped to the tablecloth.

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chemicalpink · 5 years

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oKAY BUT CAN WE JUST IMAGINE WHAT A CRACKHEAD POLY RELATIONSHIP WITH BTS WOULD BE LIKE???

library dates with Namjoon

Coffee dates with Yoongi

Jin cooking for you

Gaming nights with Tae & Jungkook

Which mostly ends up with Jungkook winning, Tae whinning and you pouting until Kook buries your face with kisses

lots of cuddles from Jimin & Hoseok

LOTS OF CUDDLES FROM EVERYONE TBH

Living together was the best and worst decision you could have made

lemme walk you through a usual day

noisY MORNINGS

I’m talking about Joonie’s loud singing in the shower

Jungkook imitating him from outside the door + Hobi laughing at it while recording it in his phone

Jin yelling from the kitchen that breakfast is ready and “tHis Is ThE tHiRd TiME I’vE TolD yOu tO CoMe DoWn”

He sometimes swears that he is taking care of 6 kids

Especially when Tae & Jimin are currently arguing over who’s had their rightful third pancake

Grandpa Yoongi is grumpy because he was woken up before noon, sitting on the couch, almost falling asleep while holding a cup of black coffee

Namjoon actually says goodbye to you with a kiss and a “see you in the afternoon baby”

The rest of them just yell a “GOODBYE Y/N” before heading out the door, the house a complete mess

You going to school/work and them blowing up the group chat

With the usual private message from one of them

Jimin and Jungkook once sent you nudes when they knew you were taking an exam/ during a meeting, just for the shit & giggles

They still bring that up from time to time during movie nights

Apparently they have a schedule that you know nothing about for picking you up from school/work

Until Jin and Hobi messed it up once, resulting in both of them showing up and making a scene outside the building

Because

Why are there two amazingly good looking guys arguing outside

Turn around and yeah, they’re your boyfriends, sorry

“It CLEARLY said Tuesday 3rd, J” “Well, how was I supposed to know that J belonged to Jin and not JHope?” “Your name is Hoseok?? ffs”

You ended up walking home that day

They didn’t even notice, until you were taking too long and called you “Yeah.. I’m home guys”

As busy as all of you are, you like to have quality time over lunch so you usually go out

Sleepy hours when they get home

Lots of whinning and cuddles for the day

Contrastingly enough, evenings are pretty much silent

Namjoon and you are always the last ones to go to bed

Have I mentioned that your room has a custom made double alaskan king bed?

Jungkook usually ends up rolling off anyway

Sexy times are quite a show tbh

Group sex is not really your forte

But you are not opposed to it

You don’t plan on it, it usually begins with two of you and someone eventually adds up, perhaps two of them

You have become the master of kinks by now tbh

These boys have so many different tastes, you name it, you’ve probably done it

YOU. ARE. SPOILED. ROTTEN.

that’s it. They love to buy you things out of the blue

“Y/N I walked by Gucci and thought these would look good on you” (you know who we’re talking about)

Unfortunately, not everything is rainbows and rays of sunshine

Arguments are a thing, although they’re not big and you tend to talk them out

But polyamory is a misunderstood thing

And you are almost always getting too caught up on the weird looks people give you

Or that time the elderly lady called you names after watching you kiss two of them

But they love you so much and you love them all

You are sure to be happy in their arms, and them in yours and one another

Sometimes you can’t help who you fall in love with

And that’s okay :)

A/N: I am aware of the asks in my inbox, i promise I’ll get to them its just that i have loads of work + midterms (BTW i give you my whole support to anyone on midterms rn) but i hope you like this headcanon ily

#bts imagine #bts imagines #bts headcanon #bts scenario #bts drabble #bts fluff #poly ot7 #bts x reader #namjoon imagine #bts fanfic #seokjin imagine #hoseok imagine #yoongi imagine #jungkook imagine #jimin imagine #taehyung imagine #i am a sucker for poly bts #polyamory in general tbh

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taetaesbaebaepsae · 5 years

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I'll Do Better

A/n: A commission for @triheartedhero ! Ily bb!

Summary: You think maybe your boyfriend Namjoon is finally done with you..but he has different ideas.

Warnings: Brief mention of mental illness and the start of a panic attack but otherwise it’s all angst and fluff and love

Word Count: 743

Namjoon is angry, really angry this time, knuckles gone white from gripping the kitchen counter, chest heaving, dark eyes flashing.

He opens his mouth and your heart leaps into your throat because you just know this is it. This is when he finally gets fed up with you pushing him away, with you fighting him every step of the way, picking fights because you're so afraid. This is the end.

But what he says shakes you, makes your heart crack right down the middle.

"I'll do better. I'll do better, baby, I promise." His voice is soft, a little shaky, and you take two steps toward him.

"What are you talking about, Joon? I'm the one who..." You sigh.

It was a stupid fucking fight anyway, over nothing, you're always getting angry over nothing because you don't know how to say how you feel, how you miss him so much that when he comes home you just count the hours until he leaves you again.

He releases the counter with a deep breath. "I need to listen more and not get angry, anticipate your moods...I know I don't always make it easy to love me."

"Namjoon...you shouldn't feel that way about yourself. This is..." You sigh, tears pricking at the backs of your eyes. "This is all my fault. This is all me. I'm broken."

Namjoon releases the counter and comes toward you, dark eyes wet. "I'll fix you. I'll help you. I love you so much, Y/n, I'll do anything..."

You swallow hard, holding your hands up so that he won't take you in his arms and melt your resolve. "Maybe you should go."

His eyes flash with panic and he stands still for a moment. "Please don't do this, baby."

"I have to! Don't you get it? You're too good to me, Joon, you work so hard and you come home to me and all I can do is bitch because I can't tell you how I really feel!"

"Then tell me, baby!" He's raising his voice, something he never does. "Tell me, because as much as I want to I can't read your goddamn mind!"

You huff out a breath. "You're right. You're right and you shouldn't have to. You should leave me, Joon, leave me so that I won't add stress to your life anymore."

"I'm going to leave if you ask me to one more time." He says, voice low and shaky. "Tell me to go again and I will, but if you ask me to stay, I'll never leave you, no matter how much you push me away."

You burst into tears and you hate crying, hate admitting how weak you are, but you can't stop the words, you can't lose him, not over some stupid argument you barely even remember.

"Don't go, please. Please don't leave me." You're almost begging, looking up at him with wide, wet eyes, but instead of pulling you into his arms like you expect, he takes your hand and leads you to the couch.

"I'm not going anywhere. But you have to tell me what's wrong."

It all comes out then, all your insecurities and fears, all the things you think are wrong with you that might make him hate you, leave you, the reasons you push him away, and he listens without a word, just nodding to encourage you, holding your hand and rubbing circles into your palm with his thumb.

When you’re finally finished, your eyes are red and puffy, and you’re sniffling, barely able to breathe, panic clawing at your throat.

He pulls you to him, puts your head on his chest.

“You hear my heart beat, baby? Listen to it and breathe in slow through your nose, okay?”

“I can’t, Joonie! My nose is blocked.” You say miserably, but you already feel better at the chuckle that rumbles in his chest.

“Do the best you can.”

After a few minutes, you can breathe normally again, and you look up at him.

“You won’t leave me?”

He shakes his head, smiling, revealing those dimples you love so much and stroking your cheek. “Never.”

When he leaves for tour the next time, he leaves little notes all over the house, reminding you to take your medication, reminding you that he loves you, that he’ll never leave, and when you find a sticky note on the milk carton with a little poem and a heart, you can’t help but laugh.

#bts #bts imagines #namjoon imagine #bts namjoon #rm x reader #rm imagine #kim namjoon #bts kim namjoon x reader #kim namjoon x you #kim namjoon x reader #bts rm #mental illness tw

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Merry meet! You have such a good eye for aesthetic and your drawings/paintings are so pretty!! I love your daechwita drawing and I also saw that Joonie painting! I’m not sure if I ever mentioned that but it was so! incredibly! good! They both are! And your mood boards really vibe with your fics, I love all the aesthetic! though my eye is particularly drawn to the Cut, Persephone, and the darker Forbidden Fruit mood boards ☺️ I do like the two tone approach you did for Forbidden Fruit. I think it was a cool idea and still executed very well; my eye is just drawn to darker aesthetics. But anyway! How are you? How are classes going? I hope you have nice profs this semester and interesting classes! ~With love, your lil 🖤 delight

Ahhhh thank you thank you thank you sweetie ily 💜🖤

My semester is alright, not too stressful yet but I know it’s coming 😅

I hope you’re doing well bby ily my lil delight 💜💜💜

#asks #send me asks #my anons #🖤 anon

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OOOO can we see the list of reqss 👀🤭

Ok A y

1. Anon: Hey I really really love your writing☺️☺️ Since you want a suga request so could you please write a fluffy suga scenario (no angst please😭😭😭😭) where he sees other members with their respective gf being cuddly and intimate and doing PDA and that gets him thinking that since he is not a great of skinship or PDA he is denying his own gf of that joy(though his gf has no problem). So after that he tries to change himself and starts being more intimate. I would like if you end in your way😁😁💜

2. Anon: For the clingy onee could you please write it for jimin too like maybe hes angry or smthn cuz apparently hes scary when hes angryy also im different anonnn ♥️♥️

3. Anon: Hey love! Could you do a (angst/fluff) frat boy yoongi scenario? You can make it whatever you want, i’ve just been on a frat boy bts craze lately. Thank you!!

4. Anon: Could you pretty please do a Y/N and JK where he meets a foreign noona? Idk how this jungkook with long hair that has been dropping panties left and right will act if he meet her like tomorrow. lol thank you!

5. Anon: Since the boys are on vacay rn, could you do little request were joonie takes you on a couples trip to Greece with rapmonie??

6. Anon: (tis for he giggles but i do love lil meow meow 🐱 and since you pleaded!!) could i have a scenario of yoongi falling asleep on his crush/s.o’s chest and the other members teasing him for it? 👀 😂 thank you 💕

7. Anon: could i ask for a scenario/reaction where the s.o requests that they spend the day in watching old cartoons (and maybe building a pillow fort while at it?)? I’ve just been reminiscing about the oldies lately (like ‘ the powerpuff girls’, ‘ ed, edd’n’ eddy’, ‘ codename: kids next door’, ‘ dexter’s laboratory’, etc...) - for yoongi, jungkook and whoever else you think would be cool to put in this ask! thank you!

8. Anon: Yoongi calling you clingy, please? I'd be very happy if you wrote it

9. Anon: hey bro i actually love ur belle oc so much tho!!! surprised people were more on the y/b side but anyway!! a jk fluff where y/n is at some event/party/idk some place loud and she’s has a panic attack due to the loud noise maybe there’s a fight idk and jk comforts her? it’s a bit btec and basic so do it if u want 🥺🥺 ur cool ily have fun dude

10. Anon: heyyy, this is a bit sad but could i have a request for the boys having a s.o who cannot express their feelings easily because they were always oppressed by abusive relatives and peers so they cannot trust people easily, rather preferring to keep everything in so others won’t take advantage of them or think the s.o is a burden? (i cut ties with mine and am slowly recovering but it’s though at times to express myself due to it) i understand if you don’t want to do this, so thank you anyways  also, I forgot to add: I’d like Yoongi, Namjoon and Hobi for this request. Thank you.

11. Anon: hello my love. I see that you’re taking requests for lil meow meow. Could I mayhaps get a fluffy yoongi realizing how much he loves his gf and writing some soft music for her pls? ily and stay hydrated 💖

12. @xmagicxshopx: Hello there, dear. I was wondering if I could request where Jungkook is a CEO and you are his secretary but he notices you're pushing yourself too hard and he winds up finding you fainted at your desk and it gets fluffy with love confessions afterwards.

13. Anon: omg a smut filled (some fluff too bc ugh feels) fuckboy yoongi story is what i need in my life rn 😭😭

14. Anon i have an idea for a taehyung scenario!! could it be where reader (s.o) and him go on a vacation to a place where it has endless green fields amongst the mountains, horse riding and maybe running barefoot amongst the flora (picture ireland maybe?? or scotland) because the s.o has always wanted to enact a princess like scenario where they could do that, maybe tae buys the tickets as a surprise & yeah let’s say it’s all fluffy and cheesy 🧀 💕 thanks!!

15. @notyourangelanymore: this is something platonic but sometimes i wonder how it would unfold if it were to happen irl, so... could i have a reaction of seokjin at a fansign and having a fan coming in & throwing puns at him in the ultimate pun battle of the century? 😂 (not that i got any JAMS but y’know... a person can dream 💫)

16. @yourteenagememory: hi there, Lovely ! Could i please get a Yoongi imagine in which the two of you are on some kind of family event with your or his relatives and he’s all lovey dovey and you get asked about marriage and stuff 😖 I’m so precise but idk that’s been stuck In my head for years and I’ve never gotten a good imagine out of it ❤️😂 thank you very much ❤️

17. Anon: i know this might sound weird but I really love the ocean 🌊 and the animals within it, and ever since watching videos of people swimming with them I’ve been wanting to do it too! could we have hobi and joon reactions to doing this with their s.o (and the s.o doesn’t want to end it when they have to go back to the hotel/home or smth? like ‘ i’ve become one with the fish 🐠! ‘) could also include stingrays, reef tip sharks (like the ones in the bahamas) or turtles to be more varied idk. thanks 🐳

18. Anon: this is for the giggles as tol anon inspired me!! (also a fanfic on wattpad drove me to it) but could we have a scenario where the bts members are supposed to meet yoongi’s s.o for the first time and at first the members don’t have like extremely high expectations, but then when said s.o appears they’re floored because his s.o is like tier level of beauty or smth of the sort (for extra comedy maybe they could even be some sort of model (swimwear or lingerie even if ya want bcs #fun) 🤷🏻‍♀️ ty

19. Anon: hey love!!! could i request a jimin sugar daddy au where oc is having a rough time (maybe with school or family issues??) and tries to hide it when she’s with jimin but she finally opens up and jimin shows her that she does care. totally fine if requests are full now!! you’ve done amazing so far with them thank you! 💗

20. Anon: Umm would you be okay with writing little!oc being upset and stressed so they have a breakdown and Jin kinda just hugs them and makes them feel better about it. Its a weird one ofc u dont have to ♥️

hehe..im f i N e

#replies #tangledsparkles

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taeboos · 6 years

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hello hello, yes it’s me sarah and im back and loving my followers more than ever;;;; a couple days ago i reached 1K followers and that’s like.........insane. i never thought that i would make it to this lol. all i do is reblog stuff now-a-days. (and shit post but yAH knOW)

AnywAYS im making this follow forever to show appreciation to everyone who’s blessed my dash and made my tumblr experience amazing (ily all sm)

also thank you sm @agustddaeng for creating this cute header for me :3

🌈 - i admire you and your blog sm why r u following me

💖 - we’ve interacted before/talked and i want u to know i love u forever

🐣 - ur my baby and lob u

💌 - scroll down for lil message from me

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@bratty-anon : you are one of my closest pals on here, i shared a lot w you and u shared a lot w me. you are always there when i need u and i want to let you know that im always here if u need me. you mean a whole bunch to me and i never want u to forget it!!! i love you sm roiya <3

@clockwork-lullaby : ally u are always keeping me in check lol you are super quirky and loud and i miss talking to you on a regular basis,, although that is kinda hard now that i am in japan,, i miss hanging out w u and and the rest of the kcon gang. you mean more to me than you know.

@defendkimseokjin : lol britt i see you are going back to your roots w this url!! i gave this url to my friend back in boot camp so she could give you my mailing address. have you been keeping up on naruto ??! i miss talking to you too, it just has been so busy i haven’t been able to talk to anyone recently T^T. But yah, you mean a lot to me and i want you to know i think abt you a lot and still read the letter you sent me when im having a bad day.

@er1anne : ERIKAAAAAA bITCH wtf we don’t talk much either anymore T^T. God I miss u and your laugh and your smile and everything about you. You make me happy every time you snap me or we have one of those rare facetime calls that last for hours. i can confide in you for anything and you seriously are the yin to my yang. you brighten my entire universe. i love you.

@hobislobster : DEE MY LOVELY BABY I WILL LOVE YOU AND CHERISH YOU UNTIL THE WORLD ENDS. you are the cutest thing and you shower me in too many compliments i dont deserve >.< your nickname for me is the cutest and i lob it sm. you are such a ray of sunshine and our conversations are the highlight of my day. you are a sweet angel and i will love you forever and ever.

@maddogeast : MADISONNNN my wonderful cousin ;^; you are super funny and really great company to be around. i love when you laugh and your eyes tear up and u start crying from laughing so much. i love making stupid comics with you and hopefully we will get to do that sometime in the future. you are amazing and im always here for you when u need me.

@tae-strawberry : SDFJLKSDJSDL BABYYYYYYYY. u are my whole sweet cutie pie honey bunches of oats :(((( everytime we interact or talk i am soft bc you are my sweet baby angel and i love you. im seriously running out of shit to say but i love you sm.

@vanillalattaes : FAHREEN. MY QUEEN. I will forever remember when you messaged me when i was having a bad day :(( you are always serving looks and blessing my dash w your talent ok. like.... idk why u are even following me? you are so cool??? tf? anyways you are amazing and i want u to know that i love you.

@vonseok : Jo..... u already know how much i love you. we’ve known each other for so long. you mean a lot to me and will continue to mean a lot to me. i admire you and your writing and i really wish that one day i could come see you in germany. you are one of the few online friends that ive stayed in touch with for this long. thank you for sticking by me i will always love you.

@fallingintomagmell : silver...you were one of my first friends ive ever made online. I want you to know even though we don’t talk much anymore i will always be thinking about you and how you are doing. you are funny and quirky and super fun to talk to and you mean a whole lot to me and i never want u to forget that. long live brashin lmao.

#i love you all #im sorry this took me so long to post #tumblr was being stupid #follow forever #1000

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pettyvamp · 6 years

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ik your number is a joke but im gonna get seriously gross and mushy so thats a heads up:

uhhhhh where do i fucking start lol. you were my first discourse mutual before i even had a discourse blog and you were sticking up for me even then when we hadnt even talked yet so thank you. speaking of starting talking i cannot believe that that happened bc of bts like our first convo was us lovingly (kinda) making fun of joonie boy and thats fucking wild. anyway you put up with everything i throw at you constantly from like serious topics to dumb bts fan theories where im like this isnt true but if it was it would be the way this would go down to me uhhh making dumb discourse posts that i could v much get attacked for and you promising to have my back (honestly youre a fucking saint). youre also always there even when im acting like a whiny child and thats?? so fucking nice ily uwu. anyway im done before this just becomes an essay and ridiculously mushy thanks.

#*cough* ily 💜💛💜💛#ty for putting up with me lol #also i did one meme and the two so you get three bc that makes sense #also ones my fave ones your fave and ones just really fucking valid yknow

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inter-galaxy · 7 years

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coming at you with some namgi fluff! something happy! can you imagine?

huuuuuge thanks to @namgii for okaying this fic and being a good friend ily ♥

Summary: Yoongi wants to send Seokjin a text, but he goes and fucks up the number. But, you know, that's okay, because that one text starts something great, amazing, extraordinary.

you can also find it on ao3

To: Unknown

Time: Monday, Feb 12 • 03:51

hey jin i know you’re probably asleep but i just remembered the thing you asked me the other day and the answer is bananas and i really need you to know. k tnx for coming to my ted talk

To: Unknown

Time: Monday, Feb 12 • 14:26

Oh shit, I’m sorry about this! I thought I was texting my buddy but turns out I put in the wrong number? Last time I try texting without opening the contact because I’m sure I know the number by now, haha. Thanks for being chill about it!

To: Not-Jin Namjoon

Time: Friday, Feb 16 • 04:42

do you know how weird you are for continuing to talk to a stranger that accidentally texted you at four am? incredibly weird.

To: Not-Jin Namjoon

Time: Friday, Feb 16 • 04:57

uh, fuck you?? you can’t judge me for being awake when you are also awake that’s not how this works, i’m the judge in this relationship

To: Not-Jin Namjoon

Time: Friday, Feb 16 • 05:53

and, anyways, that’s how i got to be literally the best person in the world? or best roommate at the very least! honestly, he’s lucky to have me!

but you have to tell me what happened with the fountain??? you can’t just keep teasing me about it and then not telling me!

To: Namjoon

Time: Wednesday, Feb 28 • 23:38

hey, just wanted to say that i had a really nice time today? never would have guessed that texting the wrong number would lead to the best free dinner of my life, but here we are!

To: Namjoon

Time: Wednesday, Feb 28 • 23:45

on a more serious note, i’m glad you kept talking to me weirdo, always nice to have more friends

To: THIS ONE IS JIN

Time: Tuesday, Mar 6 • 02:37

jin, jin i’m having a crisis what do i do he’s just so cute and funny and pretty and he laughs at my stupid jokes i don’t know what to do

To: Traitor Jin

Time: Tuesday, Mar 6 • 04:29

i want you to be aware that this conversation has been useless and has not helped me with my crisis at all and also you are a horrible friend

To: My Favorite Friend Jin

Time: Wednesday, Mar 7 • 19:30

you know what i said yesterday about you being horrible? i take it back, you’re the best person in the entire world and i would be dead and rotting in a hole somewhere without you and i just need you to know this because i love you very much you’re amazing and handsome and hoseok is incredibly lucky to have you and i’m lucky to have you as a roommate you’re the best

in short thanks for hooking me up with a date idk how you did it

To: Joon

Time: Thursday, Mar 8 • 00:57

i had a really nice time tonight, i’m glad we went on this date. next time though, maybe we shouldn’t try to rob a store? even if it’s on accident??? how do you even do that??? it’s adorable???

To: Joon

Time: Friday, Mar 23 • 05:37

Namjoon, please just stop ignoring me? I get that I fucked up but I want us to talk and get over this and not just continue fighting and ignoring each other. Please. Look, I’m even using proper spelling and everything! Okay, a misplaced joke, maybe, but I just really miss you. Please.

To: Namjoon

Time: Monday, Mar 26 • 17:53

How about next time we fight you don’t force me to come to your workplace and confront you? Needing time to process things is one thing, but ignoring me for such a long time is unacceptable. I don’t want to keep having this fight so please just talk to me next time.

To: Namjoon

Time: Tuesday, Mar 27 • 01:48

Of course I’m mad? You ignored me like I wasn’t important at all, how did you expect me to react? Welcome you back with open arms? Fuck no. I really like you, and I want this to work out, but you can’t be a child about it.

To: Joon

Time: Saturday, Apr 14 • 14:33

are you still coming today? jin’s got all the snacks ready and we bought drinks and hoseok’s bringing the movie, so you don’t have to worry about anything you just gotta show up on time. see you soon!

To: Joon

Time: Saturday, Apr 14 • 17:23

joon? are you on your way? we’re all here and waiting for you.

To: Joon

Time: Saturday, Apr 14 • 17:46

namjoon? it’s not like you to be this late, and to not answer me? i thought we were doing better. are you okay? i hope you’re safe.

To: Jin

Time: Saturday, Apr 14 • 19:25

i just got to the hospital. they’re not letting me see him yet but a nurse told me that he is stable for now. i’ll keep you updated. please forward to the other guys.

To: Jin

Time: Saturday, Apr 14 • 19:59

they just let me in to see him. he’s still unconscious but he’s fully stable now. they’re saying that they don’t expect any permanent damage. his left arm got broken, and he looks pretty beat up, but he’s mostly alright. they say it’s lucky that the car hit the passenger side, as otherwise the damage would be much bigger. i’m going to stay here until they kick me out, i’ll keep you updated.

To: Jin

Time: Saturday, Apr 14 • 21:30

they’re saying i have to leave in half an hour. can you come pick me up? he’s still asleep, but he hasn’t gotten worse so i’m thankful.

To: Hoseok

Time: Sunday, Apr 15 • 08:37

jin’s gone to work already so i was hoping you could give me a ride to the hospital? i can take a bus if you’re busy, don’t stress.

To: Hoseok

Time: Sunday, Apr 15 • 09:27

thanks for the ride, i owe you one

To: Jin

Time: Sunday, Apr 15 • 13:28

you don’t have to come for lunch, i know you usually spend it with hoseok. i’ll eat something in the cafeteria, i promise so please don’t worry. he hasn’t woken up yet.

To: Jin

Time: Sunday, Apr 15 • 16:22

thanks for coming over, even if it was just a little bit. i’m freaking out a little, but they say he’ll be okay so i just have to trust their judgment. i’ll update you if anything happens.

To: Jin

Time: Sunday, Apr 15 • 19:43

he woke up! i’m so relieved. he wasn’t awake for long, and complained about being in pain and that it wasn’t fair that his boyfriend was as pretty as an angel because he couldn’t tell whether he was in heaven or not. he passed out again when they upped his morphine, but they say it’s good that he woke up.

To: Jin

Time: Wednesday, Apr 18 • 12:55

he’s doing much better, already complaining about the hospital food. they say he has to stay for a while longer but that he will need help for the first few days he’s out, so i’ll stay at his. we spent all morning talking. i’m happy he’s okay.

To: Joon

Time: Monday, May 7 • 22:37

hey, i’m running a little late because no shop in town has the soda you like. i expect great payment for the trouble i am going through just to get you this soda. i want you to know that i have suffered greatly for it.

To: Joon

Time: Wednesday, May 9 • 03:22

uhhh,,,, no need to be rude?? i give you my life and this is how you repay me? by judging my music taste??? i’ll have you know i graduated top of my class bitch

To: Jin

Time: Friday, May 25 • 04:37

is it too early to tell him i love him? because i think i love him. i’m like pretty sure i love him. i don’t think i’ve ever loved anyone as much as i love him. help.

To: No Help Jin

Time: Friday, May 25 • 04:43

okay but i have no actual idea if i should tell him or text it to him because you know talking over text is usually easier and i get to formulate what i want to say and i get to think about how to say it but then that might seem impersonal and i don’t want him to think i’m an asshole but who knows when i’ll see him next because exams are coming up and i want it to be perfect and i don’t know jin i’m so stressed aaaaAAAAAAAAAA

To: Jin Will Scream At Me

Time: Friday, May 25 • 05:21

you can tell me i’m insane tomorrow and i’ll agree haaaaaa i just told him that i think i’m in love with him and then hid in the bathroom for like twenty minutes but he hasn’t replied because he’s asleep because of course he’s asleep but i’ve slept like four hours in the past two??? three??? days??? help

To: Joonie

Time: Saturday, Jun 2 • 16:22

now you listen here you little shit just because i’m in love with you that does not mean i won’t kick your ass because you dare disrespect the god the hero the king kanye west himself fuck off

To: Joonie

Time: Saturday, Jun 2 • 16:34

oh no you do not get out of this by calling me babe and telling me you love me i am never forgetting this sin i will never let you live this down

To: Joonie

Time: Saturday, Jun 2 • 19:02

uuuuh??? that’s rude wtf??? i’m the nicest person in the world like i’m a fucking delight lmao

To: Joonie

Time: Saturday, Jun 2 • 19:55

not all men you’re absolutely right my main man midoriya izuku would never do this he is a good boi

To: Joonie

Time: Saturday, Jun 2 • 21:00

ohhhh my good namjoon that is not how it works like even remotely??? how??? how do you manage to be so this way????

like no shade but also full shade how do you manage to break a remote???

To: Joonie

Time: Thursday, Jul 19 • 00:22

it’s not even that late it’s only midnight we’ve both gone to sleep at a much later time tho and i really need to talk about this because it’s make me restless and i don’t wanna spend the entire night twisting and turning so if you could stay up with me for a while that would be really nice because i really need it

To: Joonie

Time: Thursday, Jul 19 • 00:27

thank you. okay, so, i just really need to get this off my chest because it’s slowly starting to suffocate me and i don’t want to keep all of that inside anymore because i want to get better and i want to talk to people about these things and i trust you and i love you and so i want to share this with you. okay. so you know how i get really stressed when exams roll around because i just wanna do well and i’m scared, terrified of failing, and then sometimes i just start feeling like something is constantly sitting on my chest and it’s hard to breathe and sometimes i even forget to breathe and tbh if i didn’t live with jin i’m not sure i would always eat during these times or even sleep. and talking to you helps, it definitely helps because i feel like i can breathe a little easier because i know you understand me even when i don’t talk about it. but i want to talk about it. and right now i wanna ask that you ask about this stuff. it’s hard but i wanna talk about it. and if you want to then i wanna listen to it as well. i love you, and i want this to be something that we can talk about.

To: Joonie

Time: Thursday, Jul 19 • 00:58

i don’t feel like that at all. you’re just trying to make me feel better, i really appreciate that. i always find it cute when you ramble like that, you know? don’t be worried about talking to me, we can only understand each other if we communicate. i’m really happy we’re talking about this. thank you.

To: Jin

Time: Monday, Jul 30 • 08:22

i’m leaving now i’ll be at hoseok’s in like twenty minutes if you two aren’t ready i’m stealing your car and going to watch joon alone and i’ll talk shit about you the whole time

To: Joonie

Time: Monday, Jul 30 • 08:44

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! good luck!!!!!!! we’re all in the stands we’ll be rooting for you and screaming your name. well. maybe not. it’s a poetry thing not a concert so maybe no screaming but at least loud clapping!

To: Joonie

Time: Monday, Jul 30 • 9:59

uuuuuuuuuuuuh??????????? that was amazing?????????? my boyfriend kim namjoon the love of my life is literally the best poet in the world wow

To: Jin

Time: Wednesday, Aug 15 • 12:04

yo man you left your one box of old photos here and i couldn’t resist so i opened it and took pictures before sealing it perfectly again but can you come pick it up because i’m about to hand the keys back because i’m done with my stuff and this box is just here and waiting for you and who knows what else i will do with it if you don’t come quick.

just please hurry i wanna go to my new apartment with my boyfriend and not sit in this empty place.

To: Jin

Time: Friday, Aug 17 • 22:22

i take offense to the fact that you think that i cannot cook. just because i choose not to cook, that does not mean that i do not know how to do this. we’re having a cookoff. i will not stand for this hearsay.

To: Joonie

Time: Sunday, Aug 26 • 19:31

don’t listen to jin i was the one who won the cookoff because i am the best and i have brought the food back home so we’ll have the rest together when you come back please hurry i am a whole hunger

To: Jin

Time: Sunday, Sep 23 • 04:29

i know it was kinda rough sometimes with him, and sometimes it still gets like that, but we’re good, you know? we’re good for each other and we get a little better every day and i love him more than i’ve ever thought possible and, you know, i think we’ll be okay. we’ll be okay. definitely.

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