#author: downbad4yoongi

[moonleeai]

THIS BANNER IS BEAUTIFUL! I love it!

I enjoyed this crime fic from you!!! I love your stories, and I think this is the first crime one I’ve read of yours so it was very cool watching the narrative and characters come to life! It wasn’t too heavy on the mafia realm and focused more so on the characters and their roles.

The deadpan of Yoongi at every turn and the mysterious menace Hoseok! I could feel the unease yet attraction Yoongi felt and the devil or Hades that was Hoseok.

“Sorry, but you’ll have to tell your friend you lied.” – LMAOOOO I loved this

“Because I called my men off.” – klmndfjdnfjhvbajsgd I died 😵

AND OH the twists that kept on twisting!!!! When I tell you my ENTIRE face dropped at the end!!! Hoseok really was Hope, huh…maybe a bit of false hope lolol.

Seeds

🥀Seeds🥀

Hades!Hoseok x Persephone!Yoongi

⟢ Rating: MA

⟢ WC: 7.919

⟢ AU: type: Give it to Me

⟢ Theme: Betrayal, crime/mafia

⟢ Inclusions: creampie, fingering, unprotected sex, hidden secrets, long-haired yoongi, kissing, angst/hurst

Summary:

“Yes, Sweet Pea?” Hoseok cuts in.

Yoongi’s scowl deepens, “This is not a date. Also, don’t call me that. Actually, why would you call me that?”

Hoseok shakes his head at Yoongi as if he is being ridiculous. “Because, just like the flower, you draw me in with your beauty. Similarly, I would surmise that you also have a bit of a bite to you just like the toxicity of a sweet pea.”

Part One

Yoongi looks up from where he is trimming the stems on a bouquet that a customer will pick up later as the bell sounds above the shop’s door when it swings open. Seeing that it is only Namjoon, he looks back down and keeps trimming. 

“Namjoon, this is a surprise. How did we get so lucky to be graced with your presence?”

Namjoon scoffs and places a hand flat on the glass countertop that divides the shop, “Could I not want just to come and visit my friends?” Yoongi sets down his trimming shears and gives Namjoon his full attention. He gets more suspicious as he takes in the bespoke gray suit draping Namjoon’s frame. 

His eyes narrow. “Namjoon, you only visit Bloomin’ Cakes when you need something. What is it this time?”

Namjoon attempts to stare him down, nostrils flaring with a deep breath. Yoongi remains steadfast and refuses to back down. A smirk pulls at his lips as Namjoon’s shoulders deflate with a sigh.

“Fine. I’m here for both. I haven’t seen you or Jinnie-hyung in a while, and I need a favor.” Reaching into his suit jacket pocket pulls out a folded piece of paper. “I need a few floral arrangements.”

Yoongi rounds the work table he was at and moves to face Namjoon across the countertop. Yoongi picks up the folded paper and opens it. Yoongi’s brows raise, pushing into his hairline, his eyes flitting back and forth between the paper and Namjoon.

“Joon, this is more than a few floral arrangements. This is a request for fifty funeral wreaths by Monday. What do you even need that many wreaths for anyways?”

“My friend needs a favor, and I told him I knew the best florist in town and that you’d be more than willing to help. He’s willing to pay twice your usual fee.”

Yoongi huffs, “I don’t have the time to make that many arrangements in four days, Joon-ah.” He pushes the paper back across the clear surface. “Sorry, but you’ll have to tell your friend you lied.”

Namjoon taps a finger against the counter's cool surface, leveling a look at him. “Yoongi, you know this isn’t a request. I need you to do this. I owe this friend a lot; he helped me get to where I am now.” Yoongi holds Namjoon’s steady gaze, the silence yawning between them.

Yoongi snatches the paper. “Fine, Mr. Mayor. But you owe me.”

Namjoon grins so wide his cheeks dimple. “I knew I could count on you.”

Yoongi glowers at him. “Fuck off.”

Seokjin shuffles in through the shop's back door, wiping his shoes off on the mat, and is immediately assaulted by thrumming bass vibrating through the entire building. He quickly strips off his rain jacket, hanging it by the door, and maneuvers through the kitchen to push into the storefront, wincing as the harsh cacophony of sound increases when the door swings open.

Seokjin quickly turns down the speaker, his ears ringing in the echoing silence. “What’s with the mosh pit?”

Flowers and discarded stems surround Yoongi, his head snapping up at the sudden silence, a scowl already on his face. “What are you doing?” he snaps.

Seokjin shakes his head. “I don’t know about you, but I value my eardrums and not shattering our front windows.”

“Stop being fucking dramatic.” 

“Yoongi, my bones, and the windows were literally vibrating with the level of the bass. What’s going on? You only blast the music that loud when you are pissed.”

Yoongi looks down at the arrangement in front of him, going back to work. “And if I am?”

A guffaw leaves Seokjin, his eyes widening. “What happened? I was only gone for a day.”

“Namjoon happened, and now I have an impossible order to complete in three days.” Yoongi drops his shears and shoves the order slip at Seokjin, who picks up the crumpled paper to look at it. 

“Fifty! Why would he–” Seokjin’s voice abruptly cuts off, his body stiffening.

It is so sudden that it draws Yoongi’s attention. “Why would he? What? Ask for such a ridiculous thing on short notice? I don’t know Jinnie-hyung, you tell me.”

Jin’s usually loud tenor is missing with his following words, “Yoongi, you can’t do this order.”

Yoongi scoffs, “Try telling Namjoon that.”

“I’m not joking. You can’t do this order.” The finality of his stance rings through his voice.

“Hyung…we’re family, and I know I let you get away with your big brothering, but you aren’t actually allowed to dictate what I do and do not do.”

Jin’s nostrils flare with his sharp inhale, “Yoongs, this is not a situation where I am being overbearing. I am serious. You can’t fulfill this. I– I can’t go into it, but it’s in your best interests that you back out of this.”

Yoongi’s eyes narrow, “No.”

Jin’s hand flexes, crumpling the order form in his fist. “Yoongi, just fucking listen to me for once!”

“Until you give a legitimate reason, I am finishing this order. So either help or leave me alone.”

Jin is left standing there for several minutes, his neck and cheeks flushed with anger, desperately hoping Yoongi will change his mind.

Groaning, Yoongi curls further around his pillow, his hand blindly searching for his phone to shut off the annoying bleating of his alarm; he rolls onto his back, stretching his stiff limbs. Every fiber of his being is exhausted from spending the past few days carrying out the ridiculous order Namjoon submitted. Now, after being up late into the night, he’s being pulled out of the comfort of his bed to deliver said order. 

“Namjoon fucking owes me for this bullshit,” he mumbles as he shuffles into the bathroom to get ready. 

Thirty minutes later, he grimaces at his reflection as he rolls up the sleeves of his black oxford shirt and fastens the platinum watch around his wrist. Grabbing his phone, he slips into his shiny, black loafers and leaves the serenity of his home to go to the shop. Since it is so early in the morning, Yoongi is able to enjoy the silence that wraps around him as he walks the few blocks to the store that he co-owns with Jin.

Navigating around the rear of the building, he starts up the delivery van and backs it up to the backdoor to begin loading the order. He had figured it would take closer to an hour to transfer and store the wreaths in the back of the van. However, time seems to be on his side and he has them loaded and secure well before that. Now, there’s only one thing left to do: deliver them to the address Namjoon provided. Which, according to the GPS, is well on the outskirts of the city. Cranking the radio, Yoongi loses himself in the miles and thoughts of just how much Namjoon owes him. 

Yoongi slows down as he drives the van through the industrial park looking for the specific delivery address. The GPS guides him through the maze of buildings and warehouses until he is at the last block of buildings, right against the river. He glances at the delivery slip, not fully understanding why he is delivering funeral wreaths to a building by the docks, and turns down the access road next to a large black warehouse. So far, the drive through the industrial park has been a ghost town, it startles Yoongi slightly to see a crowd of people as he eases around the back of the building.

He catches sight of a burly man dressed in an all-black suit flagging him down and maneuvers the van in the direction of the parking space the man is gesturing to. Putting the van in park, he slips out of the driver’s seat as the burly man rounds the hood with a clipboard. 

“Name?”

“Min Yoongi with Bloomin’ Cakes.”

The man grunts as he scribbles on the clipboard. “You got the order?”

“That’s why I’m here,” he says sardonically.

The man lowers his clipboard. “You gettin’ smart with me?”

With a hand to his chest, Yoongi deadpans, “I would never.”

It’s fascinating how the henchman’s face mottles as he steps forward to tower over Yoongi. Yoongi just cocks his head slightly and blinks innocently up at his red face, hands behind his back.

“KYUNG!” The hulk's eyes flick over Yoongi’s head as his frame stills. “Why are you about to crush one of our guests?”

Kyung’s voice is like gravel as it rumbles out of his throat, “He’s not a guest.”

The newcomer draws to a stop just behind Yoongi. “Oh?” Before Yoongi can turn fully to face the newest stranger, he can feel the weight of his gaze running down his frame. “Then what is he doing here?”

Yoongi’s shoulders press lightly to the cool surface of the van as he positions himself to keep both men in sight. Beyond the slight twitching of his fingers, Yoongi manages to keep control of his reaction to the handsome stranger that has joined them. He can’t stop his gaze from raking over the other man. His eyes rove from the slick, black hair styled back off of his forehead, perfectly exposing the sides of his undercut to the strands of hair that stop at his nape. His eyes bounce back up once they hit the shiny loafers that are such a deep shade of blue you’d think they were black. The impeccable suit is nothing compared to the sheer force of his aura. It feels like it is pulsing around him, making it impossible to ignore the shiver that roams down Yoongi’s spine. 

“You ordered flowers. I’m here to deliver them.” Yoongi finally finds his voice under the weight of the man’s gaze. 

The corner of his lips tip up slightly. “I did?”

Yoongi can’t help the frown that pulls his brows together. “Yes. You sent Namjoon into my shop a few days ago and placed a ridiculous order at the last minute.”

Yoongi hears the sharp inhales of the men that surround them when Yoongi is unable to keep the irritation from seeping into his words. From their reactions, Yoongi is expecting a harsher reaction than the slick smile that parts the man’s lips. 

“Oh, yes. I did ask him to do that.” He tilts his head forward in a small bow. “Apologies. I am a very busy man and the minutiae often evade me. I have many people I delegate to. Let me introduce myself, I am Jung Hoseok.”

The scowl on Yoongi’s face eases up slightly. “Well, if we can get these wreaths unloaded, I can be on my way.”

“So soon?” Hoseok steps forward, just short of invading Yoongi’s personal space. He runs one slim finger lightly along the buttons of Yoongi’s shirt. “You’re more than welcome to stay and join us. Maybe we can get drinks later?”

Yoongi swallows thickly as Hoseok trails that thin finger over his exposed clavicle. “That is very gracious of you Mr. Jung, but really unnecessary. I need to be on my way anyways, I still have a lot of work to complete.”

Hoseok’s hand trails across Yoongi’s chest and shoulder as he eases away and moves to the back of the van.

Yoongi slips away, rounding the back of the van to the sound of Hoseok tsking under his breath. He yanks the doors open and climbs into the rear of the vehicle. “No need for the formalities. You can call me Hoseok or Hope.”

Yoongi glances behind him before starting to position the arrangements closer to the opening to be unloaded. “Why Hope?”

Hoseok is leaning casually against the propped door. “It’s a name I was given. Hope; as in people tend to hope I will put them out of their misery sooner rather than later.”

Yoongi navigates back to the store on autopilot, pulling around and parking near the rear entrance unable to remember how he got there. He needs to get that man out of his mind, but no matter how hard he tries, his thoughts continue to wander back to the interaction that happened between him and Hoseok. 

Most interactions that Yoongi has with other people usually go without significant notice; Yoongi forgets them before the day is done. From the moment he met Hoseok, call me Hope, he knew that wouldn’t be the case here. Yoongi wishes he could put his finger on what exactly it is about this man that keeps ensnaring his focus. While in front of Hoseok, it was easy to attribute it to his looks and style, but what is the reason now? It’s not like he will ever interact with him again.

Yoongi hangs the van keys on the hook by the door and moves into the kitchen, taking note of Jin and the aggravated atmosphere that seems to surround him. Jin is so intently mixing a batch of frosting in a large steel bowl that he hasn’t even noticed that Yoongi is there. 

“What did that frosting do to you?” Yoongi speaks just loud enough to be heard over the low thrumming of the instrumental music playing through the mounted Bluetooth speaker.

Jin whips around with the spatula in his hand lofted, the abrupt movement sending frosting flying, some of which lands on Yoongi’s cheek. Seokjin has varying levels of anger, easily gauged by how flushed his skin is and how stilted his movements become. At this point, Yoongi would probably put him at a two out of five on the ‘Seokjin’s Going to Blow a Gasket’ scale. 

Leveling a weighted glare at Yoongi, Jin finally speaks up, “Well, at least you appear as if you made it out unscathed.”

Yoongi shakes his head bewildered by Jin’s sharp tone. “What does that mean? Was I not supposed to come back in one piece?”

“I wouldn’t be surprised if you didn’t,” Jin snaps.

Yoongi’s eyes widened. “What the hell, Jin! What does that even mean?” Yoongi watches Jin roll his eyes, his chest puffing up. “And don’t give me an excuse or try to redirect the conversation. What is your issue with Jung Hoseok?”

It’s always fascinating to watch Jin move through his scale. Currently, Yoongi is observing Jin go from a two to a four. Jin spins back around and shoves the spatula back into the bowl, his chest heaving as he grips the edge of the countertop. 

“He’s bad news, Yoongi. People who get involved with him, even tangentially, don’t always come out on the other side unscathed.” Jin’s shoulders curl inward from whatever weight he won’t share. “Please Yoongi just stay out of his orbit. I can’t lose you.”

Yoongi softens at the vulnerability Jin is revealing. It’s that vulnerability that draws him across the kitchen to Jin’s side. He rubs his hand soothingly across Jin’s back. “I’m not planning to interact with Mr. Jung again. Don’t get me wrong, I am still irritated that you are keeping things from me, but you don’t need to keep worrying about me.” 

Yoongi stretches as he walks back into the store, his back aching from carting four cakes with varying tier levels into the delivery van for Jin. Grabbing the broom from the stockroom as he moves into the kitchen, he begins to sweep after turning on a lo-fi rap playlist. He lets himself get lost in the music as he gathers the debris into one spot and disposes of it.

He backs into the storefront, keeping up with the beat letting the words flow from his lips as he drags the broom across the tile floor. Easily adapting to each new flow as the songs change. It’s in the brief pause between songs that someone else makes their presence known with a soft clearing of their throat. 

Yoongi jerks around, an apology to the customer poised on his lips; those words wilt before they can sprout as his gaze lands on Hoseok. 

“Why are you here?” Yoongi doesn’t hold back the suspicious undercurrent in his voice as he tosses the question out easily recalling Jin’s warnings about the man.

His hands held behind him, Hoseok cocks his head to the side. “You have an interesting method of greeting customers.”

Yoongi stands there and blinks at him, outwardly maintaining his standoffish vibe but inwardly his mind is a tumbling mess that is struggling to settle. He promised Jin that he would stay away from Jung Hoseok but it’s not really his fault that Hoseok came into their store. Maybe Hoseok was just in the neighborhood? He still didn’t understand why Jin despises the gorgeous man in front of him.

Damn, this man really knows how to wear an outfit; Yoongi can’t even stop himself from openly admiring him. Hoseok’s ability to awe completely in monochrome, this time a slate gray suit, is admirable.

Hoseok smirks, silently waiting as Yoongi’s eyes trail back up to meet his own. A rush of pink perfuses over his cheeks as he is caught ogling Hoseok. Yoongi looks away to set aside the broom, buying time to gather his wits before responding. 

“Is that why you’re here? To place an order?” Yoongi presses his palms to the glass case between them.

Hoseok gives a sharp shake of his head, stepping forward and bringing out what he was hiding behind his back and setting it between them. “No. I could lie and say I was, but let’s not start off this relationship that way.” 

Yoongi’s eyes drop down to look at the two rocks glasses and the decanter of dark brown liquor in front of him. “There is no relationship. And what is this for?” 

“These are the drinks I said we would be getting later. I would have come sooner, but some business got in the way.”

“And again, I said no to getting drinks.”

Hoseok tsks under his breath, “No, you said you couldn’t that day because you had work to finish. So, I have decided to bring the drinks to you.” He looks around, eyes perusing the store. “Although, I would have chosen somewhere with a bit more of an intimate ambiance for our first date.”

Yoongi scowls, “Mr. Jung, this is not a date–”

Yoongi’s words are cut short as Hoseok places a slender finger against his lips, silencing him. “I already told you to call me Hope or Hoseok, if you must.”

Yoongi swallows hard as he removes Hoseok’s finger from his mouth. “Hope–”

“Yes, Sweet Pea?” Hoseok cuts in.

Yoongi’s scowl deepens, “This is not a date. Also, don’t call me that. Actually, why would you call me that?”

Hoseok shakes his head at Yoongi as if he is being ridiculous. “Because, just like the flower, you draw me in with your beauty. Similarly, I would surmise that you also have a bit of a bite to you just like the toxicity of a sweet pea.”

Yoongi opens and closes his mouth at a loss for words. Eventually, he finds them, “Well that is an interesting perspective, but again this is not a date. In fact, I think it’s time for you to go now. For some reason, my older brother dislikes you, and I have promised him I’d steer clear of you.”

Hoseok’s eyes narrow, the angles of his face sharpening. “And do you always do what you are told?”

Yoongi straightens as Hoseok glowers across the counter from him, “That’s neither here nor there. Thanks for stopping by. Have a nice day, Hoseok.” 

Hoseok’s jaw ticks, his stare unyielding, before spinning on his heel and exiting the shop. It is only after he is finally gone, Yoongi is able to release the tension that had crept into his muscles.

If anything, no one can doubt Hoseok’s persistence; since the encounter at Bloomin’ Cakes a few weeks ago, Hoseok has placed orders twice a week for delivery. Yoongi knows he should reject the order requests as gods know if Jin found out, the man would lose his mind. He still doesn’t understand the hatred Jin holds for Hoseok. 

Yoongi’s interactions with Hoseok have been nothing less than charming, and he finds his resistance to his charms weakening with each interaction. With each delivery, Hoseok has found a reason to have Yoongi linger, and honestly, Yoongi has enjoyed his flirting.

Nibbling on his lip, he navigates the delivery truck across town to the address Yoongi has now become familiar with as being Hoseok’s home. He is pretty sure the next time Hoseok asks him out he’ll say yes and deal with the Jin fallout later. Yoongi knows Jin cares, but honestly the man is overreacting. Hoseok has been the perfect gentleman, and Yoongi can’t see a reason to resist anymore. 

Yoongi shifts the van into park at the top of the circle driveway out in front of Hoseok’s ostentatious mansion. Slipping into the back, Yoongi gathers Hoseok’s order, three bouquets of calla lilies, and carries them to the front door. Preparing to use the brass knocker, Yoongi grips the cool metal lifting it but before he can release it the large black door shifts open. 

Odd. Hoseok is usually very meticulous about his security, Yoongi has previously had to go through several layers when he has delivered here before. He nudges the door open wider, sticking his head inside to view the vast empty marble of the foyer. He licks his lips nervously, stepping inside and fully expecting someone to stop him from entering further.  None of Hoseok’s many overbearing staff appear, so Yoongi circles the towering, black marble statue of a three-headed dog in the center of the room and heads toward the open archway on the other side.

Yoongi's eyes widen as every muscle in his body freezes at the sight before him. Hoseok is standing with his back to him, one hand casually thrust into his slack’s pocket and the other steadily holding a gun that is leveled at the man kneeling in front of him. The man’s face is bloody and bruised as he cowers in front of Hoseok, pleas for mercy spilling from his split lips. 

Yoongi starts to back out of the room, his head shaking slowly in disbelief. His mind is swarming with incomplete, confused thoughts, but the loudest one is yelling at him to get out now. He only makes it two steps before his back hits something, startling him into dropping the vases of lilies. The crystal smashes onto the marble floor and the gun that was previously leveled at the poor man is now being leveled at Yoongi.

Hoseok eyes Yoongi, head tilting to the side as he holds the gun steady on him. “You’re not supposed to see this.” He sighs, shaking his head, “But, now that you have…” Large hands grip Yoongi’s upper arms holding him in place, preventing him from escaping as Hoseok turns his attention back to his victim. “As you can see, I now have other matters to attend to.” Yoongi jumps as the sound of the gun firing reverberates through the room followed by the thud of the body hitting the floor.

Hoseok’s arm falls to his side as he shifts his attention back to Yoongi. Slow, deliberate steps close the gap between them; Yoongi goes to speak but is abruptly cut off by the tap of the cold metal of the firearm tapping underneath his chin as Hoseok’s gaze holds his. “Now, what to do with you?”

Part Two

Yoongi has lost track of the amount of time he has been held captive in this lavish prison. At this point, he is positive he could describe in excruciating detail the Aubusson rug that spans the room's length. If he was honest, he was losing steam and motivation to try and escape. He figured out the hard way that the windows were bulletproof and has the sore shoulder to prove it, sneaking out of the only door was scratched as it is never left unguarded, and so far none of the guards seem like good candidates to aid in liberating him.

The thud of the rubber ball echoes through the room as it sails from Yoongi’s hand, bounces off the carpeted floor, and rebounds off the wall to land back in his hand. Frankly, this is the only thing breaking up the monotony of being trapped inside this gilded prison, aside from the silent intrusions from the rotating guards shoving food into the room. It’s been two weeks since he learned first-hand why he’s known as Hope. 

The ball sails more forcefully out of his hand as the images from that day flash through his mind; the look of terror on the man’s face, the ringing echo of the gunshot, and the chilling indifference on Hoseok’s face. The ball stings as it smacks back into his palm, his fingers clenching as he recalls the sensation of cold metal against his face as Hoseok brushed their lips together. He still can’t fully process why he returned the kiss; his mind went into shock after witnessing the brutal act committed by someone he was growing to like and the next thing he knew, soft lips were pressed to his.

The next toss of the ball is just as forceful as the last, but this time instead of ricocheting off the wall, it rebounds off a solid wall of muscle. Yoongi cocks his head as the resonance of the ball pattern changes, and the ball fails to return to his outstretched hand. His head rolls on his neck to look across the room to see a glowering Kyung staring him down, the ball resting at his feet. 

Before Yoongi can make a snarky comment, Kyung steps to the side and holds the door open for Hoseok. 

Hoseok steps into the room and flicks his hand over his shoulder, “Leave us.”

Yoongi straightens from his slouched position on the chaise lounge and watches Hoseok bend down to pick up the stray ball. He refuses to speak, just eyeing Hoseok with suspicion as the man tosses the ball casually in the air and catches it again.

“My apologies for keeping you waiting for so long before checking in on you.”

Yoongi scoffs, “You say that as if I am a willing visitor.”

With a nonchalant shrug, “Let’s not quibble over the details. I would have come to you sooner, but I have been tied up ensuring your safety.”

Yoongi feels like his eyes are bugging out. “I was safe before I ever had the misfortune of meeting you!”

“Oh, Sweet Pea, that is far from the truth. There are some truly unsavory people out there, and they will do terrible things to get what is mine.”

Yoongi shakes his head in disbelief, “You! You are those people! You murdered that poor man without any remorse.”

Hoseok stills, “Is that what you truly think? That I felt nothing for that man?”

“You didn’t leave me any room to think otherwise.”

Hoseok looks away from him, his jaw clenched; the silence stretches between them long enough that Yoongi is nearly moved to break the tension when Hoseok faces him again. Yoongi is taken aback as he watches undecipherable emotions flash across Hoseok’s face. It is enough to plant seeds of doubt within Yoongi as a pang of concern flashes through him.

Hoseok’s expression and posture settle into one of weary resignation, “Yoongi, I am a man who does what needs to be done. Even if that task would be deemed as morally reprehensible. I go to great lengths to get what I want, and once I have it, nothing will keep me from protecting what is mine.”

Yoongi swallows thickly as Hoseok crosses the room toward him. “I’m not yours,” Yoongi whispers weakly. 

A wry smile twists Hoseok’s lips as he stops in front of him. Hoseok’s hand cups his jaw, “Yes, you are. You have been since the moment I saw you.”

He wrenches away from Hoseok and glares at him. “I am not yours. Whatever could have been died along with that poor man; now let me out of here,” Yoongi spits at Hoseok.

“It’s not that simple, Sweet Pea; you’re now in my orbit, and those who would see me fail have noticed.” Hoseok circles Yoongi slowly, “It has become apparent to me that grander measures need to be taken to prevent others from fucking with me and mine.”

Yoongi huffs out a frustrated sigh, “Listen, I have no idea of what you are talking about, and, you know what, I don’t want to know. Just let me go home. I swear never to speak to anyone about what I saw.”

“You still don’t get it.” Hoseok rounds Yoongi again to face him, pulling a slim phone from his pocket. Yoongi watches as he taps away at it for a moment before turning the screen toward him. It takes a moment for his eyes to focus, but when they do he snatches the phone from the outstretched hand. His heart rate speeds up as he stares at the grainy image of Jin slumped against the alley wall behind their shop, face clearly bruised as he curls in on himself as the assailant, only a black blur, sprints away. 

“What the fuck is this? I need to go!” Yoongi shoves the phone at Hoseok and darts around him toward the door. He doesn’t make it very far before Hoseok’s grip on his bicep pulls him to a stop.

Yoongi yanks on his arm, but Hoseok’s grip just tightens. “This is what happens when I let my guard down. Someone is out there trying to get to me through any means possible. They started with you; the man you say I so callously murdered was stalking you. I found out and was trying to get him to tell me who he was working for when you interrupted. I felt it was best to keep you hidden until I figured it all out.” Hoseok glances at the phone in his hand, “ I guess they moved on to your brother when they couldn’t find you anymore.”

“If there is someone dangerous out there who is after my brother, you need to help him. You’re the cause of all this!”

A tight smile pulls at Hoseok’s lips, “You’re right. I am, and I have the perfect solution.”

“Which is?”

“Marry me.”

Yoongi guffaws. He’s at a complete loss for words, he is sure Hoseok is joking, but the longer he looks at Hoseok, the heavier the knot of dread in his chest grows. “You can’t be serious.”

“Oh, Sweet Pea, I’ve never been more serious in my life.”

“While I’m sure you are equally gorgeous without hair as you are with it, you should stop yanking at it like that.” 

Yoongi’s finger tangle in the strands even tighter, whirling around fully prepared to lash out when the bedroom door opens. The words choke up his throat as Namjoon steps through the door. 

“Joon?” Yoongi’s voice squeaks out. He stumbles forward to embrace his saving grace. Burying his face into Namjoon’s lapel, Yoongi desperately clings to Namjoon’s shoulders, “Holy shit, you found me. Thank you, thank you, thank you…”

Namjoon is slow to return the embrace, looking over his shoulder at Hoseok lounging on the bed behind them. Joon awkwardly pats Yoongi’s back, “I’m happy to see you well, too.”

Mind still racing, Yoongi pulls back and starts pulling Namjoon back toward the closing door. “Let’s get out of here. I need to see Jin.” Yoongi’s rush toward the exit is stopped short as Namjoon resists his pull, not moving along with his urgency. Yoongi looks back at him, “What the fuck? Let’s go, Joon!”

Namjoon’s feet remain planted as he shakes his head. “Yoongi, we’re not going anywhere.”

Slowly, Yoongi stops pulling at Namjoon’s arm as his eyes bounce between Namjoon and Hoseok. Hoseok lounges back on the bed propped up on his elbows, his foot bouncing idly as he watches Yoongi’s futile attempt to escape. Namjoon’s expression is nearly the opposite, a grimace twisting his lips as he watches Yoongi, eyes full of pity.

“What do you mean? Why aren’t we leaving, Joon?”

Namjoon avoids Yoongi’s pleading eyes as he frees his arm from his grasp. “I am here as a favor to Hope.”

Hoseok sits up, clapping his hands, “Now we can get this show on the road. Did you bring the certificates?”

Namjoon gives a sharp nod, pulling a sheaf of papers out of his inner jacket pocket and offers them to Hoseok. Hoseok unfolds them, eyes skimming the documents, humming under his breath here and there.

Hoseok refolds the papers, smacking the stack against his palm, “Lovely. I thought we could do the ceremony in the gardens.”

Yoongi snaps out of his stupor, stepping forward to snatch the sheaf of papers from Hoseok’s hand. He glances at them, scowling at the bold certificate of marriage script emblazoned across the top. “This is not happening. There has to be another way to fix this mess. I am not marrying you!”

“Oh, I’m sure there probably is another solution, but I am satisfied with this one,” Hoseok smirks, rocking back on his heels. “See, when we are married, what is yours is mine. And you know what happens when someone tries to harm what is mine.”

“Exactly. I don’t want to attach myself to someone who casually defaults to violence.” Yoongi motions between them, “This– we are not compatible; our values just don’t align.”

Hoseok hums under his breath and closes the gap between them. Eyes hooded, lips slightly parted, Hoseok trails his fingers down the center of Yoongi’s chest. Those lithe fingers tease along the waistband of Yoongi’s slacks, the back of his hand close enough to feel the muscles of Yoongi’s abdomen tremble from the touch. Leaning in even further, Hoseok noses along Yoongi’s cheek until his lips are at Yoongi’s ear, “I’m sure we align in more ways than you think. After all, we both want to protect dear Jinnie.”

Yoongi’s breath shudders out of him as he internally processes, struggling with what to do. He can feel his resolve weakening and the echo of Jin's warning to stay away fading in his memory. 

"Say I marry you, what happens next? Am I really to believe that just because we sign a piece of paper that we’re suddenly safe?"

Hoseok runs his nose along Yoongi's, " Of course not, but there are consequences to fucking with me and mine."

"What happens after?"

"What do you mean what happens after? We keep living our lives, but now we do it together. It won't be too much change at all. Well, your commute will be longer."

Yoongi's brow furrows, " My commute?"

"Mhmm, your commute to work once you move into my house."

Yoongi pulls back, head shaking. "I can't move in here and live with you."

The soft smile that was playing across Hoseok's lips falls. " I don't believe I'm giving you an option. You will live with me as my husband. Our union will be real in every sense of the word."

Yoongi shakes his head hard, “Jin would never allow it. This is supposed to be just for convenience for the mess you made.”

Sparks ignite in Hoseok’s eyes as he fists the front of Yoongi’s shirt, pulling him even closer, “Nothing about this is convenient. You are marrying me and not Jin; it’s about what we want, not him. I want you and will have you.” Hoseok’s lips crash against Yoongi’s. A beat barely passes before Yoongi is melting against Hoseok, lips melding with his as they kiss fiercely. Lips and teeth fight for dominance, but soon Yoongi acquiesces and yields to the control Hoseok is wielding. Yoongi’s lips part even further for Hoseok’s probing tongue, his hands sliding to hold Hoseok’s hips as the kiss deepens. The kiss is intoxicating and has Yoongi chasing after Hoseok when he pulls back. “And you clearly want me, too.”

Yoongi’s lashes flutter as words fail him, leaving him bereft of any denial, as he sways on the spot.

“Perhaps a compromise is in order?” Yoongi’s eyes snap open, cheeks warming; he’d forgotten that Namjoon was still in the room with them. 

Yoongi clears his throat, “A compromise?”

“Yes. A union, in more than just name, and unfettered access to come and go as you please, including staying with Jin if that is what you want.”

Hoseok scoffs, “My husband belongs at my side…always.”

Yoongi starts to protest but is interrupted by Namjoon’s noisy exhale of annoyance. “Hope, you have to give somewhere. I’m trying to help. I’m in your debt but I’d rather not force marriage on a friend if we can convince him to join with you willingly.”

Hoseok falls silent, a pinched expression on his face, as he contemplates Namjoon’s words. 

“Three months.”

“Am I supposed to understand what you mean?” Yoongi challenges.

“You are mine and will be at my side at all times, but I will give you three months a year. Three months where you are free to do as you please, and  I will not interfere.”

“None? At all?”

Hoseok nods, “Every spring. That’s a good time for your business, too, no?”

Yoongi can’t help the warmth that perfuses through his chest at Hoseok’s consideration. He gives a small nod, “Yes, it is always the time when we are busiest…Hope.”

The intensity of Hoseok’s gaze has not lessened in the time it has taken for the both of them to change and then meet in the sprawling gardens. The gardens are impressive; Yoongi would love nothing more than to explore every square inch, but he’s currently struggling with not gawking at Hoseok with his mouth wide open. 

Hoseok’s all-white attire is beautiful, but the white bejeweled harness takes it up several layers to breathtaking. Ever since he gave in, Hoseok’s eyes have been filled with an intensity that drives his allure off the Richter scale. The intensity of his attention has remained steadily focused on him ever since Yoongi willingly referred to him as Hope.

The off-white outfit that he was styled in is nothing compared to the exquiteness of Hoseok’s. He is absolutely certain of that, but the way Hoseok roams him from head to toe is almost convincing that he is equallng as breath stealing as Hoseok is. 

Namjoon clears his throat, and the couple’s attention is finally pulled away from staring at each other to the man standing between them.

Namjoon ducks his head with a shy smile, “Well, we all know why we are here, so I will cut to the chase…” Namjoon’s tenor flows around them as he reads their vows, and they each parrot them back to the other. Sooner than Yoongi would have expected, the ceremony is over, and he is officially Hoseok’s husband. His mind starts to run away from him, filling with anxious, intrusive thoughts that are soon to send him into a tailspin. 

Abruptly they are cut off as warm lips meld to his, all thought ceases, and he is melting into Hoseok’s hold. Hoseok’s lips smoothly glide against his as Hoseok pulls him even closer, the kiss gaining momentum as their lips part. 

By the time they part, Yoongi is breathlessly clinging to his new spouse. His forehead presses to Hoseok’s temple as the man dismisses Namjoon. Their words filtering into his consciousness slowly as he tries to regain control of himself. 

The crunch of Namjoon’s retreating steps are what snaps him back to the presence. “Wait– now you’ll get those thugs to back off?” He steps back fingers unfurling from Hope’s shirt, “I need to go check on Jin. Tell him what has happened, and we’re okay.”

Yoongi doesn’t make it very far before his wrists are shackled in the other man’s grip. “Shhh, Sweet Pea, it is all being taken care of. Joon can check in with Jin and my men will take care of the rest.” He tugs firmly on Yoongi’s wrist, pulling him back toward him, “We have far more important things to take care of.”

The intensity of Hoseok’s gaze as Yoongi turns back to him steals his breath. Any protest dies on his lips as warmth blooms low in his abdomen. He lets the other man guide him back through the garden and into the house. They move swiftly across the marble floors to Hoseok’s bedroom upstairs.

Yoongi has merely a moment to catch his breath before Hoseok’s lips are on his again. At the flick of the other man’s tongue, Yoongi’s lips are parting for him. The strokes of Hoseok’s tongue are sure and measured as they navigate blindly across the room to the opulent bed in the center. 

Time slips away from Yoongi as their lips and tongues slip in and out of each other’s as clothes are stripped and littered across the floor. He is breathless as Hoseok pulls back and pushes him onto the bed, the soft, silk sheets caressing his bare skin.

Hoseok stands over him, his presence even more domineering stripped of all the fine threads. His torso is long and trim drawing Yoongi’s eyes directly to the hard length of his cock straining toward his belly button. Yoongi starts to sit up, reaching for the other man, needing to feel every inch of his skin against the other’s. 

He doesn’t make it far, collapsing back down onto the bed when Hoseok’s slender fingers wrap around his own turgid length. His head is thrown back as the other man’s hand strokes him, slowly increasing the pressure with each pass of his hand. Yoongi rocks his hips upward, thrusting into Hoseok’s fist, moans and whimpers begging for more spill from his lips. 

More is what Hoseok eventually gives him, Yoongi’s hips jerk as the slickened tip of a finger teases his rim. He opens his eyes and catches the smirk playing across the other man’s lips as that teasing finger presses in, working slowly inside him. 

Hoseok bends over him, trailing his tongue along Yoongi’s jaw to his ear. He circles the digit inside the prone man, “Oh, I can’t wait to ruin you.” His finger draws back slowly and returns with two, drawing a loud moan from Yoongi as the fingers scissor inside him, slowly working him open.

Yoongi rocks his hips between Hoseok’s hands chasing the pleasure that he is being promised. He is overwhelmed with sensation between his husband spreading stinging kisses across his chest to the tight grip of the fist twisting around his throbbing cock to the deliberate way his three slender fingers manipulate that spot inside him just right. Yoongi is ready to combust.

Without warning, it all disappears, wrenching a sob from Yoongi’s chest. He opens his eyes and all the tears that were being held back, flow down his cheeks, “Why did you stop?”

Hoseok shrugs nonchalantly, “Because I could.”

Wet lashes cling to each other as Yoongi blinks up at the other man momentarily at a loss for words. Hoseok towers over him, looking very calm and self-assured as he leisurely strokes his own cock with long, sure strokes. 

“Pl-please, please don’t stop. I need more. Please, please, please, please,” Yoongi’s voice cracks as he begs but he is so desperate to come he doesn’t care.

Hoseok runs his hands down the length of Yoongi’s thighs. “You have to be more specific than that,” Hoseok teases, his hands cupping the back of the prostrate man’s knees lifting and folding the legs back until Yoongi’s thighs are touching his chest. 

Yoongi tosses his head back in frustration, his hands cover his face struggling internally on whether to give in or to push his husband’s limits by teasing back. The incessant throbbing of his cock has him folding to the other man’s silent demand. “Please, I need you.”

The last word has barely left his lips when he feels Hoseok’s cock catch his rim and press inward. Both men groan loudly as Hoseok steadily pushes in, the liberal application of lube easing the glide.

“Fuck, you feel amazing,” Hoseok bites out, his fingers flexing repeatedly on the back of Yoongi’s thighs as he pauses waiting for the other to acclimate.

Yoongi bucks his hips up, “Move.”

The simple demand ignites something inside Hoseok. He draws back slowly, pulling little whimpers from the man under him. Tightening his grip on his folded legs, Hoseok snaps his hips forward thrusting deep into the tight heat waiting for him. Yoongi’s hands scramble desparate to hold onto something as Hoseok doesn’t hold back. Hips smacking against round, ass cheeks with each deep plunge inside. 

Each cry from Yoongi drives Hoseok to increase his pace, he wraps his fist around the dripping length pressed to Yoongi’s belly and starts stroking it in time to his cock pushing into Yoongi’s clenching hole. Hoseok shifts just slightly, using his free hand to push Yoongi’s legs toward his chest just a little further, and is rewarded as a scream is ripped from Yoongi’s lips. Each stroke of Hoseok’s length now nailing Yoongi’s prostate directly.

Hoseok maintains that angle, tears leak down his lover’s face as he adds a deliberate twist of his wrist with each upstroke of his hand around Yoongi’s angry, red cock. Between one thrust and the next, Yoongi is arching off the bed, screaming silently into the pillows as he spills across Hoseok’s hand and his own chest.

Hoseok keeps pistoning his length in and out of Yoongi, working him through the orgasm. The vice-like grip of Yoongi’s hole around his cock has him chasing his own orgasm moments later. His hips stutter against the other man’s ass before stiling and spilling deep inside.

After pulling out, they both collapse onto damp sheets to catch their breath, riding out the post-orgasmic glow. Hoseok is the first to move, slipping off the bed and into the en suite to clean up. Yoongi lays there, eyes closed, listening to the other man moving around in the bathroom.

His mind drifts to contemplate if he made the right choice, will Jin and he be okay? Will he need to constantly be on alert from now on? He was so deep in his thoughts, he missed the sound of Hoseok returning. So when the warm washcloth strokes across his messy chest, it startles him and he reaches out gripping the other wrist, preparing to push it away. 

Hoseok arches a brow and silently waits. His look says it all and Yoongi fingers pull back quickly. Hoseok finishes wiping him down before he tosses the spoiled cloth and slides them both under the covers.”

Yoongi curls onto his side facing Hoseok trying to ignore the distracting way Hoseok’s fingers run through his hair. Yoongi clears his throat, “So what now? When will we know when Jin and I are really safe?”

Hoseok brushes the concern away, stroking Yoongi’s temple, “Oh you are perfectly safe. No need to worry at all.”

Yoongi’s brow furrows, “How can you possibly know that already?”

A truly wicked smile spreads the lips Yoongi was just kissing earlier, “Because I called my men off.”

Confused, Yoongi shakes his head not wanting to believe what is being laid out before him. “You…you did all this?” he asks, referring to allegations of stalking and the attack on Jin.

Hoseok pats Yoongi’s cheek condescendingly, “I always get what I want.”

[lo1k-diamonds]

✔ Advent Calendar 2024 💜

It's the most wonderful time of the year🎶

It's here, the giving season! And while I love advent calendars and already have one for coffee and one for chocolate, I thought what about one for fics? Though I won't be writing, no - I'll be reviewing and recommending wonderful treats! You'll get juicy suggestions, and our lovely writers will get some love for Christmas! And at the end? I will post a bitey gift :p

How does it work?

Every day, I'll reblog this post and add a card with the fic of the day - I'll give some details, a quote, and a fleeting thought. The selection is based on what I've read this year that got my attention, 1 author a day, multiple AUs and tropes! (check the warnings for the fics individually!)

I hope you check them, and if you do, don't forget to show them some love ✨💜

🎄Here we have it, folks! You'll find every suggestion in the list below:🎄

The Demon Is In The Details by @colormepurplex2

Demon!Jimin x f.Reader / Crossroads AU / angst, smut

"You’re now mine forever, little mouse."

⟢ So absolutely delicious how one mistake changes everything, not just for some silly humans, but also for a demon who thought nothing could surprise him anymore! [my review]

——✨Bonus! Beware The Thorns✨

Yoongi x Jungkook x Jimin x f.Reader / Mafia, Step-Sibling AU / Taboo, angst, smut

"There is only one thing left standing in our way, angel."

⟢ I have no excuses - this is potentially the most indulging, deviant, steaming hot fic I've ever read! It lives in my mind rent-free, thanks Leah! [my review]

Sweet by @oddinary4bts

idol!Seokjin x f.Reader / Idol post Military AU / angsty, smut

It feels like, maybe, you were his all this time too.

⟢ There are so many sweet things about this story: the way that Jin thinks and feels, that he apologizes and expresses regret, that OC is believable and well-rounded, that they both take a chance, and make a decision, not because of a momentary lapse of judgement, but out of genuineness... It's a little treasure! [my review]

✨Bonus! To Give a Helping Hand✨

Idol!Jungkook x f.Reader / Idol AU / smut

He’d be feral with you – he’s feral just thinking about you.

⟢ I don't think this fic needs introductions, and I have reblogged it before, but still, couldn't keep myself from mentioning it again! [my review]

Effet Mer by @spideyjimin

Jungkook x f.Reader / Healing AU / angsty, smut

Hot sex with Jungkook in Nazaré is a combo you never thought you needed.

⟢ There. Is it a spoiler? Potentially. Do you all need to read about what goes down? Absolutely! [my review]

The Price by @daechwitatamic

Yoongi x Hunter!f.Reader / Snow White AU / angst, smut

Maybe you do love him. You just can’t forget - not for a second - how little it matters.

⟢ Unhappy ending? Nonsense! It hurts just a little - just right - just perfect. [my review]

✨Bonus! Of Ruin✨

Prince!Taehyung x f.Reader / Supernatural AU / mystery, fantasy, smut

"Even when I think I’ve seen the true measure of you - you surprise me again and again."

⟢ This is one of the best stories I've ever set my eyes on. It's compelling, rattles you to your bones, and you'll be thinking about it for eons! READ IT! [my review]

The Taste of Sin by @shadowkoo

Taehyung x f.reader / Warlock/Witch AU / angst, smut

This is exactly why they say to never mix business with pleasure. It makes such a mess of things.

⟢ Woah, this was intense! The warnings and things made me approach this with so much caution, only to be swept off my feet! [my review]

Spin Cycle by @miscelunaaa

Jungkook x f.Reader / Uni AU / slow burn, strangers to lovers, smut

He’s never going to complain about a girl having sweater paws while wearing his hoodie.

⟢ I read this by the pool side with a glass of wine and couldn't put it down. It's such an easy, good read! Also, confession: I forgot it had smut! And it's good too! I guess the story just really is that good! [my review]

Lifeline by @downbad4yoongi

Namjoon x f.Reader / First responder AU / brother's bf, smut

I won’t break…but it never hurts to try.

⟢ Wait, hold up, time out - can we just talk about how hot this fic is? But first, let's address how the propelling event of this story is the bane of every woman's existence. [my review]

Protecting the Bloodline by @kth1

Prince!Hoseok x Human!f.Reader / Vampire AU / angst, smut, royal

Little dove… In a world full of twisted beings, how have you turned into such a kind woman?

It's so hard to find words to describe this story... It's both incredibly beautiful and so full of pain, that I just... I'll start by recommending it. [my review]

Vigilant(e) by @yoongihan

Lawyer!Yoongi x Prosecutor!f.Reader / Law AU / angst, smut, secrets

We can’t be casual.

When I started reading this, I had no idea where it was going, but it turned out to be a perfect light read to swoon over Min Yoongi. [my review]

Of Crowns and Daggers by @mrsparkjimin18

Prince!Jiminx Princess!f.Reader / Arranged marriage AU / royal, angst, smut

We’re not so different, you and I.

⟢ I really like royal AUs, but add a sprinkle of plotting, inner conflict, and romance, and the combination is an absolute delight. [my review]

Bewitching by @taegularities

Prince!Jungkook x Human!f.Reader / Vampire AU / angst, smut

I think… falling in love with you was– was inevitable anyway. But the fear…

I blush every time I read this. It's such a perfect blend of deep, maddening love and fear... of overpowering longing... It's achingly gorgeous. [my review]

Jealousy by @mikrokosmoslove

Namjoon x f.Reader / FWB AU / f2l, fwb, angst, smut

Yeah, but that also means it ends when one of us starts dating!

I didn't expect this entry, but when I read it, it automatically clicked for me—fwb is a sweet downward spiral. We all know how it ends and still fall for it every time. [my review]

Timeless Rhythm by @bratzkoo

time lord! hoseok x archaeologist! reader / Adventure AU / mystery, romance, fluff

The rest, as they say, was history. Or perhaps, in your case, it was the future.

Woah, this was so different and refreshing! Going on such adventures always risks the timeline, but we wouldn't have it any other way! [my review]

Wicked As They Come by @caelesjjk

vampire!yoongi x reporter! f reader / Fake dating AU / romance, smut

Don’t forget who you’re talking to with that smart fucking mouth, little monster.

I'm here to discredit this author - this is not just mostly porn - this is mostly awesome porn with a sprinkle of feelings - and our asshole vampire Yoongi doesn't do feelings 😏 [my review]

Safe Haven by @kth1fics

Werewolf!Jimin x Princess!f.Reader / Supernatural AU / royal, shifters, angst, smut

He does the things he does because he loves you.

This story is absolutely endearing, with a perfect sprinkle of sacrifice, lifelong love, and perfectly timed confessions 💜 [my review]

Angel by @sailoryooons

Mafia!Yoongi x Sex worker! F. reader / Mafia AU / Semi-established relationship, smut, fluff

I need you to do whatever it is you need to do to protect yourself.

As far as Mafia AUs are concerned, this fic is the standard. If I had to choose a top, this would be in the top three, at least. If I had to choose a perfect Yoongi, you know it—this one would be it. [my review]

Fists and a Smart Mouth by @pars-ley

Namjoon x (f)reader / Cowboy au / E2L, angst, smut

I can assure you, I'm more of a 'violence is the answer' type person, in case that wasn't obvious already.

Ouf, this was a hard pick (because all Ley's stories are great), but it was also super easy. Of course, I didn't choose it because it features Namjoon. I chose it because the mystery takes its time to unravel, revealing a gripping plot until the end. [my review]

——✨Bonus! Red thread of fate✨

Vampire!Seokjin x human!(f)reader / Soulmates au / Angst, fluff, smut

Does listening to my heart not make you thirsty?

It's not often that a vampire fic delves not only into themes of fate but also into selfless, boundless love, and this story is one of those with an interesting catch within it. [my review]

Alpha by @borathae

Alpha Dom!Jungkook x f. Omega sub!Reader / ABO au / E2L, angst, smut

We really shouldn’t be doing this, fuck, this shouldn’t happen.

Step aside while I shamelessly drool all over this piece of indulgent heaven. [my review]

——✨Bonus! Bonded✨

Alpha Dom!Jungkook x f. Omega sub!Reader / Arranged Marriage au / E2L, angst, smut

I just needed to know that this wouldn’t be lost forever.

The way I consumed this sequel. When I finished reading Alpha, I didn't know what could happen next, and this direction surprised me. [my review]

The Surface by @moni-logues

prince merman!Hoseok x sea witch!reader / The Little Mermaid AU / angst, smut

You could bend reality, but that didn’t mean you always saw it clearly. The heart had tricks of its own.

Can you imagine how excited I was when I saw a Little Mermaid retelling? And then realized I'd be the sea witch? Fuck yeah! [my review]

Saudade by @chateautae

idol!taehyung x choreographer!reader / Secret relationship AU / angst, smut

I was doing it for you! The reason was all for you, for us!

It's always interesting for me when authors use words native to me to describe feelings that are not translatable - like saudade. So yes, I had to read what Taehyung was up to, and I was not disappointed [my review]

The Creamed Pie by @moccahobi

Succubi!Seokjin x human!reader / Demon AU / slow burn, angst, fluff

If you're trying to live like a human, you're failing.

This story is such a spark of fun! Everything, from the lore to the characters, the relationships, the name of the shop, the quips and the way it doesn't take itself seriously -- until it does. [my review]

——✨Bonus! Amor Erratur✨

Yoongi x reader / Dystopian AU / angst

Oh how he would love to be married to her. 

This story is set in a dystopian world, and it is so out of the ordinary and unique not just because of the world-building but because of Yoongi. [my review]

Seven Days by @hisunshiine

nurse!jungkook x teacher!reader / FWB AU / age gap, angst, smut

Every hour, every minute, every second, he’s in love with you.

As soon as I read the summary, not only did I think it was a clever idea for a series and someone had to do it, but I also knew I'd end up feeling very personally about it. [my review]

Oath in the Moonlight by @jamaisjoons

crown prince!namjoon x cursed maiden!reader / Soulmates AU / fantasy, angst, smut

Because I no longer want just one night. Not if it’s with you.

This is such a rich, fulfilling story, with captivating worldbuilding, dramatic twists, and lots of love. [my review]

Christmas Fix by @yoonia

Taehyung x (f)Reader / Secret Baby!au / S2L, angst, smut, Christmas fic

I suppose this is what people call a Christmas miracle.

I had to leave the most Christmassy fic I've read for the end. Leave it to none other than the Queen to make a new classic filled with drama and plot twists.[my review]

Down Bad by me 💜

Vampire!Jimin x human(f)reader / Soulmate AU / angst, smut

Kissing you was not on the agenda, and it threw him off. How the fuck was he supposed to let go of you now?

I can't review my own fic, but this is my gift to you 🥰🎁✨

[bangtanwritershq]

BangtanWritersHQ Presents: “By The Fates” Masterlist

For November 2024, we put together a collection of fics to celebrate fate!

We asked our members to share all of their soulmates, fated lovers, mates, and everything in between fics with us so that we could share them with you!

So, if you are in a fateful mood, this masterlist is for you!

In this post, you’ll find fics from our network members that feature a variety of BTS members as the main character(s) with various AU types and tropes!

Browse at your leisure and ENJOY!

KEY:

🔞 - nsfw (mature themes) ✅ - sfw (no warnings) 💖 - smut ⚠️ - other warnings

SET UP - emojis: Title (if link is to another platform) | Author [parts] pairings, genre/aus, rating, word count

🔞💖⚠️ Make You Mine | @colormepurplex2 [2/2] Pairing: Alpha!Jungkook x Omega!f.Reader AU/Genre: A/B/O, Soulmates, Enemies to Lovers Rating: MA WC: 11,231

🔞💖⚠️ Flowers of Fate | @colormepurplex2 [4/4] Pairing: UnseeliePrince!Yoongi x Human!f.Reader (ft. x UnseelieGuard!Jungkook x SeeliePrince!Jimin x WoodNymph!Namjoon) AU/Genre: Strangers to Bonded Mates, Fantasy, Fae/Magick Rating: MA WC: 56,072

🔞💖⚠️ Bound By Magic | @downbad4yoongi [3/3] Pairing: Wizard!Namjoon x Witch!f.Reader AU/Genre: Witch/Wizard, Magic, Soulmates Rating: MA WC: 11,698

🔞💖⚠️ Seeds | @downbad4yoongi [1/1] Pairing: Hades!Hoseok x Persephone!Yoongi AU/Genre: Mafia, Modern Mythology, Fate Rating: MA WC: 7,902

🔞💖 Merry and Mended | @downbad4yoongi [1/1] Pairing: Alpha!Yoongi x Omega!Taehyung AU/Genre: A/B/O, Holiday Fluff Rating: MA WC: 8,540

🔞💖⚠️ If it's our last | @moonleeai [1/1] Pairing: Pistil!Jimin x Stamen!Jungkook AU/Genre: Pistilverse AU, Strangers to Lovers, Almost Romeo and Juliet Rating: MA WC: 2,404

🔞💖⚠️ Now I'm Yours | @colormepurplex2 [2/2] Pairing: Alpha!Jungkook x Omega!f.Reader AU/Genre: A/B/O, Reluctant Mates to Lovers Rating: MA WC: 14,064

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[roxyjean82btsoneshots]

Legs For Days

Legs For Days

✏️Jimin x female reader ✏️Friends to Lover AU 🛑 Rated 18+ 📖WC: 4102 ⚠️Warning: talks about insecurity of being tall, mentions bullying, cursing, heavy make out session turning into dry humping⚠️

Summary: Y/N is insecure about being tall. Jimin doesn't mind the height difference, he just wants to be by your side.

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Authors note: This story is a little more personal than I usually write and I’m aware that some might relate. But I hope you enjoy.

A big thank you to @downbad4yoongi and @star-my for being my beta angels. 💜

To say the two of you were being loud was an understatement. Yours and Jimin’s usual unserious bickering always got louder the drunker you got. Thankfully, the group was in a private room this time, or else the whole restaurant would look at you the same way your waitress did every time she came into the room. Your friends either watched the both of you with the same look of amusement as they always did, or they did their best to ignore you.

Tonight's topic of discussion was whether or not Jimin should be your date to your company party in two days since the person you were originally supposed to go with backed out.

“Jimin, if I take you, then my whole work life will be just people asking me how I know The Park Jimin! I like my quiet work life. I don’t want people knowing I’m friends with one of the world's most famous models!”

Jimin put his hand over his heart, scrunched up his face like he was in pain, and sucked in a sharp breath. “Are you ashamed of me, Y/N? Have the past ten years of our friendship meant nothing?” 

You leaned your head back and groaned in frustration before taking another shot of soju. This argument had been going in circles for almost thirty minutes now. “Jimin,” you took a deep breath before turning to face him, “I love you. You know that, right?” You bit the inside of your lip to stop the smile that wanted to show when he sniffled and wiped a nonexistent tear. “I’m not ashamed of you. You are one of my best friends, and I would do anything for you, but you know how I prefer to fly under the radar. If I show up with you, people won’t leave me alone. All I’d hear about is the handsome friend I have.”

“You think I’m handsome?” Jimin’s fake hurt turned into a victory grin.

“You’re such a pain in my ass!” You laughed, unable to control it anymore.

“$100 dollars, Taehyung.” Jimin reached across the table to collect his winnings.

“You bet against me, Tae?” Your eyebrow shot up as you ran your tongue across the inside of your cheek. “I guess you’ll be paying for your own dinner.”

Taehyung stopped mid-transaction. “Wait! What? No! Come one, Y/N! That’s not fair! It’s not my fault you fell into his trap again!”

Jimin snatched the money from his fingers. “He has a point, Y/N. It’s not his fault you lost.”

Your head snapped to Jimin, who had a cheeky grin on his face while he got his wallet out and put away his prize. “I should really kick your ass one of these days.”

He turned in your direction, rested one arm on the table, and looked you over. “Sounds like a fun time to me.”

You laughed while the temperature of your body soared, “Get away from me,” you stated, playfully shoving him away and grabbing your chopsticks.

“How have you two not fucked yet?” Jungkook piped in from across the table.

The piece of meat you’d been chewing on quickly found its way to your throat, causing you to choke.

“Damn, Jungkook.” Jimin chuckled, patting you on the back while Hoseok got you a glass of water and tried to calm his laughter so that he wouldn’t spill it. “You can’t just say shit like that out of nowhere.”

“We’ve all been wondering.” Jungkook pouted and shrugged his shoulders. “The two of you have so much sexual and non-sexual chemistry between you, it's only a matter of time before something happens.” He took in a sharp breath and turned his head slightly, taking both of your reactions in. “Unless it's already happened…”

You put up your finger stopping him, “Him and I,” you wiggled your finger pointing at you and Jimin. “Never have. Never will.”

“I wouldn’t say never, Y/N. One of these days you might.”

“I’m up for it if you are.” Jimin smiled and ran his tongue across his bottom lip out of the corner of your eyes.

“He’s not my type, Jungkook.”

“You don’t have a type, Y/N,” Yoongi yelled from the other end of the table. “You’ve always said you would give anyone a chance as long as they aren't assholes. And Jimin, although he’s a pain in the ass, he’s not an asshole.”

Jimin’s lips tightened and he nodded. “I am not an asshole.”

You sighed, annoyed at the conversation. “That is true, but I would also prefer someone taller or as tall as me.”

“I’m a whole two inches shorter! And that’s if we are both barefooted!” Jimin stated, before quickly realizing it wasn’t helping his case any.

The conversation was beginning to upset you. You’d always been self-conscious about your height, thanks to being teased about it growing up and the numerous times you were turned down by a guy. Did you find Jimin attractive? Yes, extremely attractive. But you promised yourself many years ago that you wouldn’t put yourself through the pain of rejection again, so that’s why you placed him in the friend zone the moment you met him.

“Two inches isn’t that bad, Y/N.”

You took a shot of soju and poured another while the table agreed with Yoongi. “Although he has legs for days, Jimin is still too short for me and that's that.” You quickly tilted your head back, taking the last shot, and slammed the glass on the table. “I’m going first. I have a lot of things to do tomorrow.” You stood up and collected your stuff. “Dinner is on me!” You waved your hand over your shoulder before shutting the door and going to the counter to pay.

The second you stepped outside, you rolled your neck and shoulders to help ease the tension that had started to build. You flagged down the first available taxi that you saw and got in. But as you were closing the door and giving him your destination, the door was stopped.

“What are you doing?” You asked Jimin, who had a hand on the top of it.

He didn’t say anything, just waved you over so that he could get in. The driver gave you a concerned look in the mirror, and you let him know it was fine. This wasn’t the first time one of the guys had ridden home with you, especially after a night of drinking.

The ride was silent except for the music coming from the radio. You stared out the window, listening to the sad love song that was playing. It was definitely not the kind of music you needed right now.

“Say something, Y/N.” Jimin finally spoke up after twenty minutes of silence.

You took your heavy head off the window and spoke to him, “Stop flirting with me.”

“Wh..what?” He chuckled.

Your head leaned back against the window, and your focus went back to the world outside. “I said stop flirting with me. It hurts too much when you do.” You chewed on the inside of your cheek to keep your tears at bay that threatened to spill out.

Silence fell over the car again, breaking only when you told the driver thank you. Jimin followed quietly behind you. He didn’t say anything as the two of you rode the elevator up to your apartment and entered. You didn’t have the energy to talk; all you wanted to do was get cleaned up and go to bed.

After you’d finished up and climbed under the covers, Jimin came into your room. He had done the same, changing into one of the spare sets of clothes the guys had kept in your extra room. He was the only one out of the group that slept in the king-size bed with you. Jimin had taken care of you one day while you were sick and accidentally fell asleep. When he woke up, he complained about how your bed was more comfortable than the one in the guest room and claimed the empty side as his.

You turned so that your back was facing him. You inwardly cursed yourself and let a silent tear fall when your body relaxed to his closeness and smell.

Jimin sighed and turned off the lamp on his side of the bed, “Goodnight, Y/N.”

・❥・

You’d just finished putting on your makeup when your phone pinged with a notification. It was a text message from Jimin telling you that he was on his way up to your apartment. You sighed and put down your makeup brush. You were way too busy right now for interruption. The buzzer to the door went off, and you double-checked your robe to make sure it was secure before you opened it. On the other side of the door stood a smiling Jimin, who was wearing a black tailored suit and had a bouquet of flowers in one hand.

Your eyes raked over him, taking in his perfectly styled hair to the tip of his Chelsea boots. “What are you all dressed up for?” you asked, folding your arms.

“I’m your date!” He proudly exclaimed, puffing out his chest.

“I never agreed to that,” you rolled your eyes and walked away.

“Careful, Y/N. You’ll scuff my shoes!”

You looked behind you and saw Jimin’s foot wedged between the door and the frame, stopping it from closing. “Well, that’s what you get for using your damn foot to stop the door.”

“Man, you’re in a mood today.”

You stopped at the couch and grabbed the garment bag resting on the arm that held your dress. “I don’t have time for this, Jimin. I still need to get dressed.” You jumped when the bouquet was suddenly put in front of your face.

“It’s a present from the guys. All six of them picked out a flower to say sorry about the dinner the other night.”

“What about you?” you lifted an eyebrow and took the bouquet.

“There’s no better present than me!” He sat down on the couch and stretched out his arms across the back. “I am all yours tonight. I promise to be a gentleman and stay by your side like a good date.”

Jimin pouted when you didn’t argue. His eyes stayed on you and watched you walk away. When you emerged from your room twenty minutes later, his heart stopped, and his breath hitched. You looked beautiful. He had never seen you dressed up like this before. The black dress was tight, putting all your curves on display, while the high neckline perfectly showed off your clavicle. The long sleeves helped to keep you covered until the dress ended mid-thigh, showing off your well-toned legs. He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t ever thought about them in ways that would make you blush. You had joked a few times, saying that he had legs for days, but yours really did go on for days. When you stopped to use the mirror in the corner of the living room so that you could put your earrings in, Jimin nearly slid off the couch. The dress was backless, stopping just above your bottom.

“Jimin?”

“I’m sorry. Did you need something?” He asked, snapping out of his thoughts.

“I asked if you could help me with my necklace.”

“Yeah, sure.” Jimin got off the couch and walked over to you. The heels you had on only added an inch or two to your height. You weren’t a fan of wearing heels that made you too much taller than normal. He knew it was because you didn’t want to stick out more than you already did. Your height was one of your biggest insecurities; you liked to pretend that it wasn’t, but he knew.

You turned to face him after he’d finished. “Do I look that bad?”

“What? No!” Jimin blinked rapidly and shook his head. “You look amazing! I’ve just never seen you in something like this before. It’s taking me a bit to get used to it.”

You ran your hands over your dress and pulled the skirt down some more. “I wanted to try something new. But I feel almost naked. I should go put something else on. I’m not mentally prepared for the attention this dress might come with.”

“No, you don’t!” Jimin grabbed your arm, stopping you from leaving to go change. “We don’t have time for that!” He kept a hold of your arm while he walked to the closet by the front door. “We just need to find…” He trailed off while he sorted through the coats. “Ah! Here we go! I knew I’d left it here.” He pulled out and shook out a black trench coat. “It’s unisex, so it will work perfectly.”

“Are you sure? Isn’t this the jacket you got from a photoshoot? It’s pretty expensive.”

Jimin hummed and helped you put it on, “I’m sure. It will keep you warm, and it will keep random men from staring at you while we go outside to the car.”

・❥・

The two of you were currently sitting in the back of the car, laughing and chatting about the happenings of your company party while Jimin’s personal driver drove. Jimin did just as he said he would and stayed by your side for the most part.

“I gave SunHee your phone number, by the way.” You laughed when his face scrunched up in disgust when you mentioned your boss's secretary's name. The woman had practically bulldozed everyone down when she saw you and Jimin walk through the door. Sunhee was one of the least liked people in the office; she was the head secretary, and she let everyone know it.

Jimin’s body shook as he remembered the way she kept putting her hands on him while she flirted. “God, I hope you’re joking. I can’t deal with any more crazy stalkers in my life.”

“I’m only joking. I couldn’t do that to you or me. I mean, if you two started dating, that means I’d have to see her outside of work.” This time, it was your face that scrunched up in disgust.

“That’s good because I told her we were dating.”

“You didn’t,” your laughter stopped when you saw the serious look on his face. “You didn’t, Jimin…Jimin. Please tell me you are joking.”

“What was I supposed to do? She kept trying to get me to leave with her. At one point, she even tried to get me into the supply closet!”

You groaned in frustration and let your head fall to the window. “Monday is going to be hell.”

Jimin patted you on the shoulder, “That’s what you get for leaving us alone at the table.”

“I had to pee,” you groaned. “Why did they have to pick a place that was so far away?” You weren’t looking for an answer, but he replied anyway.

“We still have about forty minutes until we get to your apartment. My place is closer if you want to just stay there.”

You turned your head and glared at him. “What makes you think that this date went well enough for me to go home with you?”

Jimin copied your earlier move and looked out the window. “I just thought you’d want to get out of those shoes and into some comfortable clothing as soon as possible. Plus, I live close to your favorite fried chicken restaurant.”

Your lips and eyebrows tightened while you thought. Once you’d come to a decision, you nodded and got the driver's attention. “To Jimin’s house, please. Also, can we stop to get chicken, please?”

・❥・

Jimin laughed while he poured each of you a glass of beer. You looked so cute sitting there in his shirt and a pair of his boxers, wiggling as you chewed on your food across the coffee table from him.

“I think that’s your twelfth piece.” He joked.

“I think you should shut up.” You replied in a singsongy voice.

Jimin sat back and watched you as he drank. His mind was swirling with questions that he needed answers to. “Tonight went pretty well, didn’t it?”

“Except for the random fan girls, yes. I’d say it did.” You wiped your hands on the napkin and took a drink.

“Is two inches really that big of a deal?”

You were mid-drink when your confused eyes looked at him. “I guess that depends on the location of the two inches you’re lacking in.” You smirked.

“I am not lacking there, you perv,” he laughed.

You shrugged your shoulders. “If you say so.”

“I was talking about my height, Y/N.”

“To some women, it might not,” you shrugged

“I’m not talking about some women. I’m talking about you.”

You were hunched over with your mouth hung open pre-bite. Your eyes looked up at him. He was being serious. Now the question was, did you want to have this conversation with him? Did you have enough liquid courage to let everything out in the open?

Jimin sat there on his side of the table, watching you. The expression on his face told you that he wasn’t going to give up until you answered him.

You straightened up and downed your half-full glass of beer. “Alright, let's have this conversation,” you sighed. “To me, it is. I don’t want it to be, but it is. I can’t tell you how many times I have been turned down because of my height or been broken up with because the guy I was dating couldn’t handle the rude comments. Not to mention all the names I was called. So yes, for me, two inches does matter.”

“It doesn’t to me.”

“Jimin…” Your words trailed off when he moved the table to the side so that he could scoot closer to you.

“Y/N, I understand that you are worried about our height difference. I would be lying if I said I hadn’t thought about it. But I realize I don’t care. People are going to make comments because they are assholes. All that matters to me is that I have you by my side.”  You looked down at your hand, suddenly fascinated by your nails, while he continued. “So wear your heels, take pride in your height, and be my girlfriend.”

You sat there for a few minutes, just taking in the words that he said. Two inches didn’t look like that big of a deal to most people, but to you, it was. Could you do the same as him and push your insecurities aside one last time?

“Oh my god. Did I read things wrong? Are you not attracted to me? Did I just make a total fool of myself?”

Your head quickly snapped up. “No, it’s not that!”

“So you do think I’m attractive?”

“Yes, very. I just…I umm. Fuck. Okay.” The words came out even though you hadn’t intended them to.

“Okay?” The excitement he was feeling became visible on his face.

“We can give it a try.”

He leaped up from his seated position and hugged you. “You know what’s nice about us sitting down?”

“What?” 

Jimin pulled back a little, “Neither of us has to adjust our heights to kiss.”

Before you could say anything, Jimin put his lips on yours. Your body instantly melted, and your eyes fluttered close.

For a moment, you felt as if you were floating before you felt the floor against your back. After that, it didn't take much longer for the simple kiss to turn into a full-blown make-out session. The two of you in your own little world, taking each other in with your lips and hands.

Jimin’s apartment filled with the sound of your combined moans when you wrapped your legs around him, effectively trapping him against you. The hunger you’d both had trapped inside of you for years was threatening to take over with the movement of his hips and the touch of your skin on his.

The sound of Jimin’s phone going off snapped both of you out of your lust-filled haze. Jimin slowly lifted himself away from you. “I didn't mean for it to go that far.” He said, just as out of breath as you were. “I was just hoping for a little kiss. Not a…”

“Full-blown dry hump session?” you laughed.

“Yeah, that. Although I’m not complaining, I think we should stop for now.” He turned and glared at his phone when it went off again. Jimin pouted and looked back at you. “I hate to say this, but I’m going to need you to unwrap me from your beautiful legs so that I can yell at whoever is blowing up my phone.”

Before you could reply, both of your heads snapped in the direction of the front door when you heard the sound of his passcode being entered. “Fuck!” the two of you said in unison.

Jimin had just gotten himself straightened out, and you had just gotten yourself into the bathroom when the entryway was filled with the sound of your friends.

“See, I told you they’d be here!” Seokjin’s voice echoed. “Jimin! Where are you? Oh, you’re right there.” He laughed when he found Jimin standing in the front room with a confused look on his face.

“Where’s, Y/N?” Namjoon asked, walking around the older man with bags full of food.

“I was in the bathroom.” Before you knew it, Taehyung and Jungkook were standing next to you with their eyes squinted.

“Something’s different…” the youngest of the two spoke as they began to circle you.

“What the hell are you guys doing?” you nervously laughed.

“Something feels off. Don’t you think, Jungkook?”

“There’s definitely something.”

“Oh will you two cut it out!” Yoongi yelled while he and the other men watched the weirdness going on a few feet away. “We came here to eat, drink, and let them tell us about the party.”

“Is that a hickey?!”

Everyone else in the room froze except for you, who quickly covered your neck with your hands and looked at Jimin.

“What did you do?” Taehyung looked at Jimin, whose face was turning red. “Jimin? Why does Y/N have a hickey on her lower neck?”

Jimin’s mouth opened and shut a few times while he tried to figure out how to respond. “What makes you think I did something?” he asked defensively. “Who's to say she didn’t do it?”

“What the hell, Jimin? I didn’t give myself a hickey!”

“Well, I didn’t give it to you! My phone interrupted us before I…” Jimin stopped talking and glared at the younger two who were smiling from ear to ear.

“There’s no hickey, Y/N.” Jungkook put an arm around your shoulder. “But Jimin’s dress shirt is crooked.”

You elbowed him in the side and slapped Taehyung on the arm. “Assholes! The both of you are assholes.” You slid out from under Jungkook’s arm and went to the kitchen where Namjoon and Hoseok were standing, trying their best not to laugh.

“Welp,” Yoongi clapped loudly, breaking up the staring contest between the three youngest. “Guess that means we are going to eat, drink, and talk about the party along with whatever the hell we interrupted.”

You groaned and let your torso fall to the island to hide your embarrassed face. This was not at all how you saw your night going. “Get off the island, Y/N,” Jimin said, pulling you up and into his chest. “I take full responsibility and won't let them interrogate you too much.”

Your eyes snapped back to Taehyung and Jungkook when you heard ‘aws’ coming from them. “I really don’t like you two right now! I knew I should’ve slammed the door on your damn foot.” You couldn’t help but laugh when Jimin started laughing behind you.

“Does that mean I’m finally going to get that ass-kicking you promised?”

“Get away from me.” You laughed harder and gently pushed Jimin away.

“So you and the pain in the ass, huh?” Yoongi asked when you joined him and Seokjin at the table.

“Yep, me and the pain in the ass.”

Jimin was different from the other guys you’d had a crush on. Looking back, you could see that now. He nor either one of your friends had made you feel like a freak for your height. And he was right. Those who did have a problem with it were assholes. The thought of being with Jimin made you feel anxious, but strangely, in a good way.

THE END

[bonvoyagenoona]

Pitter Patter | JHS

Pairings: Hobi x poc female reader

Rating: 18+ | Mature | Explicit

Word Count: 3k | read on ao3

Synopsis: Hobi comforts you on a rainy evening.

Genres | Content Warnings | Themes: Friends(ish) to lovers, smut (unprotected sex, rough sex, oral sex, spanking, nipple play), drinking

Author’s Note: Something fun, sweet, and sexy written for a fic exchange with dear, dear Shenee! Hope I incorporated everything well enough to give you a smile! Sending you and all of GAF love, plus comforting nods, smiles, and locked eyes from Hobi 😎

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Hobi and his gang spill out of the club like his laughter spills out of his mouth. Joyful, even in a disastrous downpour.

“Your rideshare here yet?” Namjoon calls, gripping the taxi’s door handle and leaning his weight away to throw the door open for the group. 

The gals shriek and giggle as their puddle-ruined heels serve their last purpose in helping them dive inside. Headlights shining from the opposite lane of traffic produce silhouettes of bodies crawling over bodies, the girls piling onto Jungkook and Taehyung’s laps in the backseat.

Hobi shakes his head, hair now sopping wet. “Didn’t call one!” he calls. “Thought I’d just walk!”

Namjoon’s eyes widen. “What?! B-but it’s—” He lets go of the van’s door handle and gestures around, the storm bountiful enough to start pooling in his hands as he waves around. “It’s—!”

Hobi grins. “I’m good!”

Namjoon shrugs and dumps the buckets of water that have collected in his outstretched hands.

“Suit yourself.”

Namjoon jumps inside and shuts his door. Jin has already hopped in the front seat and slammed his. Yoongi, unsurprisingly, didn’t even come out tonight. But Jimin still has one foot planted on the concrete.

“Hobi-hyung, just get in the taxi with us!” he calls out. 

Hobi gestures to the tallest tower in their immediate vicinity. “Not even a block away!”

The protests are building now. And the driver’s voice is joining them. 

“Text when you get inside, then!” Jimin calls back, lifting his foot and getting into the van. Before he closes the door, he turns in a small circle and pops his head open one last time. “And have something warm before you sleep! Soup!” 

Hobi nods and waves, though it’s getting harder to see him through the storm.

As the taxi pulls away, Hobi jogs a little, light on his feet, Gene Kelly-ing his way from street lamp to street lamp. 

But then he spots something.

A figure. At the bar on the corner. Drinking alone.

Hobi frowns and jogs over to the bar’s entrance, reaching for the door.

But just before he grips the handle to open it, he places both of his hands on his soggy lapel, straightens his soaked blazer, and smooths back his sopping wet hair.

 “So then, I told them that that was the whole point of the piece,” you continue, “to seem out of place! It’s why that piece is made of iron instead of stained glass, and why it’s so large and weird and mismatched! To be a stark contrast that makes you stop in the middle of the gallery and kinda wonder, y’know, what the hell is this exhibit about? Because that’s the feeling! The feeling of losing myself completely and feeling this gnarly wall come up, making me question everything! That’s the feeling I get with when I am completely entranced in something, anything, anything that takes up more time and energy and brain space, because what should take up more time, energy, and brain space in my brain but me—”

The bartender abruptly walks away.

“Where are you going?” you call out after him.

He returns with a bottle of beer and looks up, somewhere behind you.

At someone behind you.

When your eyes land on him, they narrow.

“You’ve gotta be fuuuuuh-huh-huhhhhh-cking kidding me,” you grumble, whipping straight back around and opening your tight, puffy eyes too big, too soon. 

You squinch them tight in response.

Maybe if you squeeze them tighter, you’ll disappear.

“Hey!” 

You don’t turn around.

The bartender places the beer on the coaster next to you.

Hobi places his hand on your shoulder, and you take in a deep, deep breath. 

You cannot take this. You cannot take Jung Hoseok not only draped in all black, wearing what appears to be a mesh shirt underneath his blazer — with sparkles on the cuff of his right sleeve?! — dripping wet with sexy night time rain that made his hair slick back and part to the side, forehead on display, bangs coming to sharp points at his right brow.

You are now forced to turn around. So you do.

And he does it.

The thing.

Where he turns to you, and, through his bangs, locks eyes with you, then feigns turning away but does it all again, tacking on a playful smirk for extra destruction. 

“What was that?” Hobi teases, sitting on the stool next to you. “I was saying hi.”

If you speak above a mumble, you will cry again. “Didn’t recognize you.”

He tilts his head down and smizes. He knows better, and he knows that you know that he knows better.

“What are you even doing here??” you ask.

You venture a sideways peek at him. You pray that you don’t see a nipple. Because, you swear to god, if you see a goddamned nipple—

He snorts. Not mockingly. Charmed. “Apparently, I’m drinking.” He looks back up at the movie playing silently on the far wall. “And you’re, apparently, watching 10 Things I Hate About You?”

“Clueless.”

“Sorry, I don’t know romcoms very well.”

“No, it’s the movie Clueless,” you grumble. 

He chuckles. 

You frown at him. How dare he. 

“I can’t believe you’re talking to me, now, on today of all days, while I’m in this Rugrats tee shirt, and not at Jimin’s party while I’m being bubbly and intelligent, holding a canape in my left hand and posing in my favorite, fancy black dress that hugs my hips and ass beautifully!”

Hobi raises his eyebrows. 

And then he takes his beer bottle with his right hand, where the body just starts to curve into the neck, index and middle finger curved around the label, the pad of his ring finger resting on the glass, and his pinky tucked away. 

“Tonight’s not a fancy night,” he says.

“No, it isn’t, but you…” You let your gaze linger. You think you see nipple. You ignore it.

His beer bottle is still in the air. “I wanted to strike up a conversation,” Hobi admits to you, “but you were busy retconning Alex Mack. I didn’t want to interrupt such important work.”

Your jaw opens a little. He saw you? 

And he was… listening?

“I’m glad you heard,” you say out loud. “I was right.”

“I don’t doubt it.” Hobi grins. “Jimin says you always are.”

“Well, then, Jimin’s also always right.”

You pick up your old fashioned, and the two of you clink.

Hobi leans his head back, nose rising, but he stares into your eyes as you both drink.

He drags his sparkly sleeve across his lips and sets his bottle back down. 

“So,” Hobi says, “why are we drinking? Celebrating?”

Either Hobi is mean, or he really is Clueless. “Sure, celebrating,” you say, as Hobi starts to smile. But that smile stops in its tracks when you add, “Welcome to my wake!”

“What do you mean?”

You can’t go into the details again. Not when you definitely see nipple. And through still tear-blurred eyes, no less.

“I’ve had a day,” you decide to say. “A day that is a very decisive day. And I see doors closing. And I don’t like that they’re closing. So I’m sitting here and drinking until one opens.”

“The only one that will open is the one they kick you out of,” Hobi says, nodding at the bartender, who is tapping his watch.

Hobi starts to down the rest of his beer, and you watch him curiously. 

“You’d do better to stand outside and open your mouth,” you tell him. “Jimin texted me something about the club tonight? Knowing how you dance, your body’s probably only 5% water at this point.”

Hobi sets the bottle back down on the bar and smiles at you. “So you’ve seen me dance.”

You really need to stop talking.

Hobi places some cash, too much cash, on the bar, pinned to the coaster by his bottle. 

“C’mon. I live by here.”

“I live by here,” you say.

Hobi brightens, though his cheeks are getting a little red. “So we both live by here.” He bites his bottom lip. “Come over, then.”

“What? Why?”

And then Hobi does the thing again.

Where he turns to you, and, through his bangs, locks eyes with you. 

But instead of faking a turn, he reaches for your hand.

“What is it that you do again?” 

You stare at all the sneakers on his wall, in little cubbies, like it’s kindergarten, and no one has left feet. Neon pinks. Camel browns. Galaxy blues. And one, frankly, diarrhea green.

You hold your breath and frown at that one.

“They’re not all winners,” Hobi says, leaning on his shelf and placing his arm in front of the diarrhea green skater shoe, in a clumsy way to hide it. 

It’s cute.

His eyes follow your tilting neck.

“I had a day today, too,” he says, leaning on the wall now, brushing back his blazer and stuffing his other hand in his pocket. “Tons of proposals for a big account. All of them got rejected. And here I thought I was finally on the precipice of the ultimate promotion.”

You snort. “So you went to the club and danced it out?”

“Well, yeah,” Hobi says, startled, “what else is there to do?”

You roll your eyes and turn around, continuing your investigation of his high rise loft, the storm nicer and gentler 30 stories up and against double-glazed glass, the thunder a buzzy bass beat instead of a whip crack, the rain a gentle pitter patter instead of the rat-a-tat of enemy fire.

Of course someone this high up could have that kind of perspective.

“Very Live Laugh Love of you,” you mutter, eyes settling on a Snoopy figurine.

“Y’know, it doesn’t actually come from an optimistic place.”

He sounds annoyed.

You frown. Jimin always says how Hobi is their group’s sunshine, and he’s certainly proving to be some kind of warmth and light and energy.

“Where does it come from, then?” you ask, genuinely intrigued.

“Laziness. And pride.” Hobi picks up the diarrhea green sneaker and looks at it thoughtfully. “I see things before others see them. Most people don’t see them at all. I feel like you get that.”

You find yourself nodding. “Yes. Yes, I do.”

“So you must also get how frustrating it is,” he goes on, straightening and letting his arm swing down, hand still gripping his shoe, other hand still in his pocket, that arm pinning his blazer to his side as he strolls toward you. “Visionaries like us simply don’t have the time to waste convincing everybody of what they’re ultimately unable to see. It’s not our fault they’re unequipped, so why should we let their opinions matter? It’s unfortunate, but we have to ride out the ebbs and flows so that we last long enough to play the game at times to get to where we ultimately want to be. Bright, sunny optimism doesn’t serve that. It steers you away. Distracts you.” He smiles. “But Machiavellianism, on the other hand…” 

“Ohhh, I get it,” you say, laughing “you’re a psychopath.”

“Am I?” he chuckles, as he reaches you. “Or am I merely stating fact? I’m seen as too lazy to do anything I don’t want to do, and I’m seen as prideful for believing in myself.”

He sets the shoe down next to Snoopy. 

The color doesn’t look so bad in this light. You realize you haven’t really seen it on a shoe before.

“The point is, I know what the fuck I’m doing. The sooner people catch up, the better. And the happier they’ll be.”

You inhale sharply. Now, Hobi is not just warmth, and light, and energy.

Now, Hobi is sizzle. And heat.

He leans into you.

“I remember that dress,” Hobi growls into your ear, voice low, something you hadn’t heard before. “I remember thinking that I wanted to rip it off of you. But you probably wouldn’t let me. And that made me want to do it more.”

His lips don’t taste like beer. They taste like rain. 

HIs blazer comes off and lands on the hardwood floor with a slap.

You wonder if his hand will make the same sound on your ass.

“Don’t rip the tee,” you plead, as it comes up and over your shoulders. “It’s—”

“Vintage, I know,” Hobi mutters, lips landing on you as soon as its collar is done separating you from each other.

As you grab and grope for each other, he dances you into the bedroom.

His hands are cool against your chest, but it’s refreshing. It’s something different. Different than the hot water bottles that you’d been cuddling in your apartment all weekend, or the sweaters and blankets your mother kept piling onto you.

The mesh shirt is gone.

So are the bra, and pants, and panties, and boxers.

One sock.

The other.

Two more. 

You lie back on his bed. 

“No,” he tells you. “I don’t want it like that.”

“Wha—”

He flips you over, and you keen.

The slap sounds exactly like his blazer hitting the floor.

And it feels like the whip of thunder outside, though his voice is helping to muffle it into something so exquisite that you’ve forgotten to share how you like it.

It feels good.

It feels good not to have to keep telling someone how you like something.

“Spread those knees,” he commands. “Ass up. Higher.”

Your palms are a little clumsy on his mattress. It’s a bit lumpy? “Need to get my bearings here a bi—”

“You won’t need them.”

He places his right palm on the top of your spine, just where your body starts to curve into the neck, index and middle finger curved into the backs of your shoulders, the pad of his ring finger resting on your sable skin, and his pinky tucked away. 

No, tonight isn’t going to be fancy.

He pushes you into the mattress, and you grunt.

His hands spread you apart. 

And then you feel his tongue.

Circling you. 

Sliding inside.

The best is when he moves his head from side to side as he eats you out, and when you start to ride his face, pushing back to feel his entire profile against you, he does the thing, snapping his head to the side that caught his attention, and licking, moaning, slurping you up and spitting you back onto yourself, and drinking you back up as it dribbles down your thighs.

He’s good at it.

And when you look back, eyebrows raised and bottom lip pinched between your teeth, he says, “Tell me.”

You whine as he starts to part your lips with his fingers, palm upturned, pads of his fingers stroking and rubbing.

“You feel so good that I think I might cry again,” you whimper.

He chuckles. “Then cry.”

You moan, and he lets out a high-pitched sigh that falls into another hungry grunt as his mouth latches onto you again. His tongue flexes. Really flexes. He’s a renowned master of isolation of movements. His tongue tip flicks against your clit so quickly that it feels like your favorite vibrator on its highest setting, while the base of his tongue lays flat against you, keeping you nice, and wet, and warm.

His lips come together, and he starts to suck.

“Shit,” you sigh. “You’ve gotta be fuh-huh-huhhhh-cking kidd— ah!”

The first wave shivers through you. Hobi does his best to suck your orgasm out of you.

You’re babbling and clawing his mattress, which you no longer care is lumpy. You don’t care about anything. All you feel is overwhelming, completely self-indulgent, somehow simultaneously meaningless and incredibly meaningful joy. Pure joy.

You laugh. Why are you laughing?

“Fuck, the way you push me,” you say. “How you spank me. How you handle me. I love it. No one else has gotten it right. Gotten it the way that you do. Especially this. Fuck.”

He beams and you can feel it on your skin. “Mmm, I can already tell you’re gonna take me well,” Hobi says, lining up against you as the last of your shivers play out.

“How did you learn how to do it like this?” you ask. 

“I just like it like this,” he says simply. “You’re delicious, by the way. But you probably already knew that.”

You giggle and wiggle your ass as he gives you another playful slap, and a kiss as a chaser.

He lines up, and he presses into you, straight, and long, and deep.

You feel your body resisting at first, but quickly giving way, though not much.

“That feels incredible,” you whimper. 

“You feel incredible,” Hobi pants back.

He clutches your hips, and you feel yourself completely in your body, letting it tumble forward, then back, your neck swaying, forehead pushing into his bed, drool and nonsense bubbling out of your raw lips. 

He’s starting to slam into you now, and you turn your head, pressing your cheek onto his sheets, sweat pooling, and wicking, and splashing back onto you.

Pitter patter.

“Hobi,” you whine.

He takes a full breath and lets out a whoop. “Should’ve done this sooner,” he tells you, voice strained. “Should’ve—” This one’s a particularly smooth and full stroke, and you both moan through it. He starts to pump faster. “Should’ve just ripped that fucking dress off of you when—”

You reach back, hand flailing for him.

He takes your wrist, and then the other, and crosses them over each other, pinning them to the small of your back. 

You howl.

And he revels in it. Your noises are like songs of worship to him. He could never get tired of them. 

He falters a bit, starting to feel heat creep up from the backs of his ankles up into his shoulder blades, curling his body over yours, pressing your body into the mattress, and folding you into yourself as he fucks you. He wants your moans to fill his bedsprings. Wants to hear them when he writhes in bed and touches himself to you later, after you leave, in anticipation of when you get to do this again.

You come.

He pulls out and empties against your lips, pressing his crown into your thigh.

He grabs a handful of your ass and digs his nails in, making you squeak and shake.

Once you let out a satisfied sigh, he helps you turn over, uncaring that his cum will get on his sheets. And you chuckle when he flops on top of you, kissing you, hands massaging your breasts, thumbs and knuckles rolling your nipples, pinching and pulling and releasing to see them bounce. 

“Fuck, that was amazing,” you sigh, squeezing your eyes shut as you say it, for emphasis. “Exactly what I needed.” You smile when you open your eyes and see him.

And both his nipples.

“You’re fun,” he tells you, stroking your cheek.

You are fun. You are fun and smiles and joy, all over again. 

“Please,” you say. “You’re fun. Incredibly, incredibly fun.”

You lean up to kiss them, lick them.

He laughs in delight.

But then, he places his hands on your shoulders and lays you back down.

“Hey, where the hell do you think you’re going?” you ask, reaching out for his arm as he stands. “We’re far from done with all the fun.”

He lets you take his arm. Leans down toward you. And, surprisingly, offers you not one of his panty-soaking quips, but a kiss to your temple.

You widen your eyes in surprise.

He anticipates each of your questions.

“Oh, I know. But I’m gonna make us some soup first. Because it’s cold. And raining. And you’ve had a day. And I’ve had a day. And Jimin told me to.” He smiles. “And he’s always right.”

[moonleeai]

Jasz!!! I can't believe I missed this when it was first posted!

The details were so realistic, like every single line! I thoroughly enjoyed this fic! So much emotion was packed into it, you could really feel it!

"luxurious licks and stinging nips" holy moly! 🥵 🤯🔥That flashback smut was smuuuuuuttttyyy and beautiful and sexy and lovely ....

I was SUPER anxious for Jimin's reaction, the angst you built up to that was excellent! I really was on the edge thinking it could go either way!

The banner is beautiful too!

👏🏽 👏🏽 👏🏽 great fic 👏🏽 👏🏽

It Was Always You

👑Jimin x OC

👑 Royalty AU

👑 2918 WC

👑 Warnings: Fluff, smut 🔞 (oral f receiving, edging, vaginal sex, orgasm denial)

With a nervous laugh, Seraphina nods, whispering, “Surprise!”

Jimin’s eyes bounce back and forth from her face to where his hands cup the swell of her belly. “Phín, what the hell? How long?”

Wrote this for @mrsparkjimin18 as a part of @bangtanwritershq Picture Perfect Valentine's Day Event.

Seraphina presses her face deeper into the pillow, humming pleasantly as soft, plush lips trail firm kisses down her spine.  A weight settles firmly against her lower body as a particularly stinging kiss is pressed into the dip of her lower back pulling a sharp gasp from her lips.

“Are you going to pretend to be asleep for much longer?” Jimin’s breath tickles across her flesh, raising goosebumps in its wake.

Seraphina giggles, settling her cheek onto the pillow, “I don’t know. I had a really, nice dream; I wouldn’t mind going back to it for a bit.”

“Was I in it?”

“Mmm, I don’t think so. There was someone there, but he was tall and incredibly broad–” her words are abruptly cut off with the sharp slap of Jimin’s hand to the firm globe of her asscheek.

“You were saying?”

Seraphina tilts her head to look over her shoulder at Jimin, gently chiding him, “Still as easy to rile up as ever, Captain.”

Jimin rolls his eyes to meet hers from under his lashes, his gaze weighted with dark intentions. “You say that so cavalierly while you are at my mercy.” The moist heat of his breath teases lower, caressing between her legs as he begins spreading them wider.

“Oh, would you look at that? It seems I don’t have the time to lay around and need to start getting ready for the day,” the words rush from her lips as she attempts to shuffle from beneath him. 

She doesn’t even make it an inch before his firm grip settles on her hips, pushing her back down on the mattress, his own body shifting to settle between her legs. “Where are you rushing off to? I know your schedule for the day doesn’t start until the afternoon.”  She can feel the indentation of each of his fingers as he grips her thighs and spreads her open wider to his gaze. 

Seraphina buried her face in her pillow, groaning with the realization that she may have stirred a beast that she wasn’t ready to deal with. With a deep breath, she lifts her head, her mind scrambling for a way to talk herself out of what she knows is going to happen if she doesn’t distract him from his intent.  “That is correct, but wouldn’t you want to spend that time attending to other aspects of your role since you don’t have to stand guard over me?” she asks in a rush.

The nearness of his dark chuckle radiates through her body, “You would like that, wouldn’t you? Fortunately, I’m very capable of delegating which allows me the free time to teach you a well-deserved lesson.” The words have barely finished leaving his mouth before he is pressing his lips to her center.  

“Shiiiiit!” she exhales as her upper body falls back to the bed. He caresses every part of her outer lips before using his fingers to spread her open and repeat it again over her inner labia.  Finishing with a sharp flick of his tongue directly against the tight bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs. She can’t stop the sudden jerking of her hips at the jolt of pleasure, pushing her hips back silently begging for more.

She can feel the spread of his smile against her as he repeats the motion several more times before delving his tongue deep inside her. Seraphina buries her face back into her pillow moaning loudly as he yanks her back onto his mouth and devours her with luxurious licks and stinging nips to her pussy.  In no time at all, she has coated his mouth and jaw with her slick and is on the precipice of falling into that blissful oblivion when he pulls back. Jimin’s mouth shifts from her pulsing center to trail open-mouth kisses along the inside of her left thigh. 

Seraphina snaps her head up, arching to look back at him in bewilderment. As soon as her eyes land on his, she groans and collapses back onto her pillow, realizing his dark intent. Jimin was in his petty mode and was going to torture her by bringing her to the edge again and again but never satisfying the need he was creating. 

The muted pounding of her fists against the bed has Jimin laughing but doesn’t keep him from diving back in the moment the signs of her approaching orgasm fade completely. Seraphina’s knuckles are pale and her hands are aching from her grip on the bed linens as he brings her to the edge two more times but leaves her panting and desperate.

Every muscle within her is aching with tension as tendrils of pleasure fade away for the third time and leave her a whimpering mess on the damp sheets. She is so wrung out she can’t bring herself to react to the slow glide of Jimin’s tongue reversing course up her spine as he settles his weight on top of her. His lips wrap around her lobe and suck gently. 

“Baby, you still with me?” he asks softly, his hand gently stroking her arm as Seraphina struggles to regulate her breathing.

Moments pass before Seraphina is able to crack her eyes open, unleashing the wetness that was being held at bay. Tears track down her cheeks and nose as she weakly pushes her hips back against the heated weight of Jimin’s cock nestled against her ass in silent supplication for more.  Jimin presses his forehead to her temple and lifts her hips for a better angle, and between one breath and the next is slipping inside her swollen walls dragging moans out of them both. 

“Fuck,” he breathes heavily into her hair as the thick glide of his cock inside her ends with his hips pressed tightly against her ass. Despite the exhaustion radiating through her, Seraphina shifts pushing her hips back in a muted bid for more. Jimin is beyond his teasing mood and readily gives in to her plea. His fingers settle on her hips and he begins a deep, firm rhythm rocking into her depths. Each plunge of his thick cock has Seraphina moaning as she clenches tightly around him, her aching walls desperate to reach their release.

The steady sound of Jimin’s hips slapping against her ass echoes around them with the accompaniment of his groans and her moans. The tempo subtly crescendos as Jimin works them closer to a climax they both are desperate for. Suddenly, Seraphina is tensing underneath him as her walls clamp tightly before every muscle in her is spasming as she succumbs to waves of pleasure. 

Jimin follows after her momentarily, his body unable to resist the tight, warm clasping of her walls. His hips stutter a few more times before burying his cock in her depths, coating her insides with warmth. The strength of his arms drains from him, collapsing his body on top of hers; they rest there, heavily breathing, interspersed with gasps as aftershocks rack them.

“Your Majesty?... Your Majesty!”

Seraphina’s attention snaps back to the present, her gaze focusing on the townsperson sitting across from her. From the look he is giving her, this is not the first time he has tried to capture her attention. She glances over at Dahyun, and her assistant gives a slight nod, confirming that she had let her mind wander a bit too far.

“Apologies. I had let my mind wander and started thinking about a few meetings I have later in the day. If it wouldn’t be too much trouble, can you tell me what you were saying again?” Seraphina works just the right amount of contrition into her tone and that paired with the heat flushing her cheeks at being caught daydreaming seems to go over well and the shopkeeper launches into his story again.

This time she listens despite holding back the slight wince from her low-grade headache that started this morning and has refused to ebb. The pitch of the man’s voice is causing her head to throb even more and she is not sure she can hide it for much longer. Not to mention, she can now feel her stomach rolling with queasiness. Her eyes flit to the ornate wall clock behind her current visitor and she holds back a sigh noting that there is still another hour of Tea with the Queen.

The monthly event typically is refreshing and provides insight into what is happening in her subjects’ lives and matters of importance to them. At this current moment though, she isn’t sure she can take even another minute of pretending to care about the trivial matters the people tend to bring forward. Sensing movement in the periphery, Seraphina watches her assistant, Dahyun, approach the small seating area that was staged for the session. The relief that washes through her is immediate and easily brings a genuine smile to her face, her first one all morning. 

Dahyun politely informs them both that it is time for the next subject and steps aside, body angled toward the door behind Seraphina to guide the local shop owner out. He stands and bows deeply to her and hurries out through the door. 

Seraphina slumps back in the stiff chair and slips her eyes closed, determined to enjoy the brief respite. Her new posture has ballooned out the deep purple peplum blouse she chose to wear today to continue hiding her swelling abdomen. It was the perfect top to continue the ruse that all was normal still; the fabric hugged her upper arms and chest but gently billowed out just enough to hide her baby bump while not drawing unwanted attention due to a sudden change in her wardrobe. She makes a mental note to have the royal tailor get her more of this style in a variety of hues.

She has zoned out so well she failed to notice that she is no longer alone. A gentle clearing of a throat alerts her to a new presence, figuring it must just be Dahyun returning. She pops open one eye and glances up, the snarky quip that she was poised to say catches in her throat. Seraphina pops up from her seat in shock, her hands reaching for the face she had been missing for weeks.

“Jimin! What are you doing back?” Her hands grip his shoulders, unable to remain aloof in front of prying eyes as she processes his surprise appearance. “You aren’t due back for another month.”

Jimin’s vigilant eyes flick to the palace staff loitering around the room and he gently takes Seraphina’s hands from his shoulders. He bows deeply over them, pressing his lips to the knuckles of one. “Good morning, Your Majesty. I felt my presence was no longer required on that scouting mission. I have left my best men in charge for the remainder of the excursion.”

Seraphina quickly catches the formality of Jimin’s tone and stiffens. His unexpected arrival made her forget all decorum and she is thankful at least one of them remained mindful. “Of course. I trust your judgment, Captain. I look forward to more details about what has been gathered thus far.”

Jimin nods his head slightly. “I’ll connect with Dahyun and have her schedule a time to meet.” He moves to take his leave, but that is the last thing she wants.

“Clear the room.”

A staffer steps forward. “Your Majesty, the Tea Time isn’t finished yet.”

Seraphina levels a weighted stare at her. “It is now. Now let’s not make me repeat myself.”

The color drains from the poor girl’s cheeks as she steps back and shuffles with the rest of the staff from the room. Seraphina watches Jimin suppress the smirk fighting to spread his plush lips, and in turn, has to hide her own. Finally, the last staff member leaves the room, and the door closes with a silent snick of the latch catching.

They both stand there watching each other for a moment; it has been so long since they have had the chance to be alone together, and this feels surreal. Another beat goes by accompanied by a giggle of disbelief before they snap into action and are folding into each other’s arms. His breath brushes the shell of her ear, “I missed you every day.” 

“I know it’s only been a few weeks but your absence has felt like it’s been at least a year!” Seraphina nuzzles into his neck as he pulls her closer, her body flush against him. The relief of having him back made her forget not to press so tightly against him; that reminder came to the forefront of her mind as his shoulders stiffened.

His hands travel from holding her back to her waist; the hands that used to be able to easily cup each side are now stretched a bit wider, enough to notice the difference. Jimin’s head lifts as he holds Seraphina away from him and looks down at where the blouse drapes over her obscured abdomen hiding what he can clearly feel is a roundness to an area of Seraphina’s body that was thick, but flat previously. 

Seraphina stills as Jimin drags his hand from her side around to the front of her belly. His brow furrows as his fingers gently prod. She observes him anxiously, his hands now resting closer to the front of her torso, his thumbs rubbing gentle circles. He lifts his head, the question plainly expressed in his eyes.

With a nervous laugh, Seraphina nods, whispering, “Surprise!”

Jimin’s eyes bounce back and forth from her face to where his hands cup the swell of her belly. “Phín, what the hell? How long?”

“I’m past the first trimester. I found out a couple of weeks after you left.”

“Why didn’t you summon me back?” Jimin’s expression is a mix of awe and apprehensiveness.

Seraphina gently strokes Jimin’s arm and gestures toward the French-style sofa on the other side of the room. He nods and follows her over to the ornate sitting area. Seraphina sits first, doing her best to mask the anxiety running through her as Jimin settles next to her, his body angled slightly toward her.

“Honestly, I don’t know. Part of me wanted to call for you immediately, but my mind was all over the place. There was so much to figure out and multiple factors to consider, I wasn’t sure what to do for a while. When I came to a decision, I knew you would be back soon enough so I waited.”

Seraphina watches Jimin’s jaw clench as he processes this news. She can’t get a read on how he is feeling like she is normally able to and it’s killing her to wait for his reaction. Her fingers knot together in her lap as she lets her gaze wander around the room giving him time to process this life-altering news.

Her attention is brought back to him when she feels his hand gently cup the swell of her belly. She catches his gaze and the ache in her chest grows as she watches his eyes swim with emotions. His breath shudders out before he finally asks, “What are you going to do?”

“What would you like to do?” she counters.

The corners of his lips twitch wistfully. “I would like many things, Phín, but I’ve long ago let go of such wishful thoughts.”

The ache in her chest grows tenfold urging her to move closer to him, her hand taking hold of his. “Jimin…”

Jimin shakes his head sharply. “Seraphina, I have always known my duty and the role I would play in your life.” He straightens his shoulders and pats her hand. “So Your Majesty, what are you going to do?”

Seraphina sucks in her breath sharply. She knows what he is doing, Jimin is pulling away in preparation for having to let her go. Her curls dance around her shoulders as she shakes her head, moving her hand to cup his cheek. “Well first off, you can stop doing whatever it is you think you’re doing.” Jimin’s mouth opens to protest but she doesn’t give him a chance. “No, Jimin. I know you. You’re trying to pull away because for some reason you think that is for the best. You know what I think is best?”

Jimin shakes his head. “Seraphina, we always knew sneaking around wouldn’t last forever. I’ve always known that at some point, I would need to step aside when you would have to marry someone else of nobility.”

“That’s not going to happen, Jimin. I could never marry someone who doesn’t have my heart. Don’t you see that this is our chance?”

“They still will fight it, Seraphina.”

She scoffs, “They can try, but they won’t deny me the opportunity to marry the father of my child.” She pauses, thumb stroking along the apple of his cheek, “The love of my life.”

Jimin’s eyes widened. They have never exchanged their true feelings before. They have tiptoed around it for years and just let it simmer under the surface. “Really?”

“Jimin, I love you. I always have, I always will.”

Jimin surges forward, hands cupping the back of her neck, “I love you, too, Phín.” His lips crash against hers, sealing the sentiment with a fervent kiss. The silence stretches around them, only broken by the sound of their lips moving together and their hearts racing. 

They break apart, breathing heavily. Seraphina presses her forehead to Jimin’s. “It was always you.”

©️    2023-02-19 downbad4yoongi

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BangtanWritersHQ Presents: “Sweet Tricks & Wicked Treats” Masterlist

This year, for our fourth quarter fic exchange, we were ready to get a little spooky with sweet, fluffy tricks and wicked, smutty treats!

Some of our wonderful and talented members have come together to create a beautiful collection of stories exchanged as trick-or-treating goodies. Each participant was given a prompt from another participant and had to create a minimum of 1.5k word story using that prompt.

We hope you enjoy these as much as we did 🎃

*Not all stories are Halloween related*

KEY:

🔞 - nsfw (mature themes) ✅ - sfw (no warnings) 💖 - smut ⚠️ - other warnings

SET UP - emojis: Title (if link is to another platform) | Author [parts] pairings, genre/aus, rating, word count

✅ Journey Back To You | @moonleeai [1/1] Pairing: Fashion Photographer!Jin x Fashion Model!Reader AU/Genre: Fluff, Childhood friends Rating: PG WC: 5,461

🔞💖⚠️ Beneath The Boughs | @colormepurplex2 [2/2] Pairing: Namjoon x f.Reader AU/Genre: Robin Hood Retelling, Soulmates, Ruined Arranged Marriage AU Rating: MA WC: 15,548

🔞💖⚠️ Eternal Reign | @hisunshiine [1/1] Pairing: Vampire King!Namjoon x Concubine!f.NamedReader AU/Genre: Arranged Marriage, Vampires, Joseon Era AU Rating: MA WC: 7,748

🔞💖⚠️ Of Crowns and Daggers | @mrsparkjimin18 [3/3] Pairing: Prince!Jimin x Princess!Reader AU/Genre: Arranged Marriage, Royalty/Historic "Three Kingdoms" AU Rating: MA WC: 12,502

🔞💖⚠️ Be as it must | @lo1k-diamonds [6/6] Pairing: Alpha!Jungkook x Omega!(f)reader AU/Genre: A/B/O, fated lovers, smut Rating: MA WC: 28,914

✅⚠️ Take Two (Ao3) | @heathfritillary-blog [1/1] Pairing: Hoseok x f.Reader AU/Genre: Romance, Exes to Lovers, Halloween Haunted House Rating: PG WC: 3,416

🔞💖⚠️ Bound By Magic | @downbad4yoongi [3/3] Pairing: Wizard!Namjoon x Witch!f.Reader AU/Genre: E2L, Magical AU, smut Rating: MA WC: 11,698

🔞💖⚠️ Woven by Moonlight, Stitched by Sunshine | @joonslfttiddie [1/1] Pairing: Yoongi x OFC (Park Yujin) AU/Genre: Fantasy, Strangers to Lovers/Fated Lovers | very mild smut, angst Rating: MA WC: 7,574

All stories copywritten of the specified author. The authors provided consent for their stories to the network to be shared by submitting their stories. Stories posted in the order of submission to the event.

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BangtanWritersHQ Presents: “Golden Works of Art" Masterlist

For November 2023, we assembled a masterlist collection of fics to showcase the number 7 for Bangtan and Jeon Jungkook, and the release of Golden, Jungkook’s first album! There are many different AUs, genres, and pairings featured! So, if you're in the mood for all things SEVEN & GOLDEN, this masterlist is for you! Note: All fics are OVER 7k in length, and many feature Jungkook as their focal point but are not limited to being Jungkook-centric

Browse at your leisure and ENJOY!

KEY:

🔞 - nsfw (mature themes) ✅ - sfw (no warnings) 💖 - smut ⚠️ - other warnings

SET UP - emojis: Title (if link is to another platform) | Author [parts] pairings, genre/aus, rating, word count

🔞💖⚠️ Promises, Promises (Ao3) | @downbad4yoongi [1/1] Pairing: Jimin x Jeongguk AU Type: Mail Order Husband, S2L | fluff, angst, mild smut Rating: MA WC: 11,280

🔞💖⚠️ Make You Mine | @colormepurplex2 [2/2] Pairing: Alpha!Jungkook x Omega!f.Reader AU Type: A/B/O, E2L | angst, smut Rating: MA WC: 11,231

🔞💖⚠️ Lights, Camera, Action | @colormepurplex2 [3/3] Pairing: Actor!Jungkook x Artist!Reader (ft. Director!Namjoon x Artist!Reader) AU Type: Poly/3way Relationship, Coworkers/Strangers to Lovers | smut, fluff Rating: MA WC: 22,484

🔞💖⚠️ Slow and Steady | @yoonia [1/1] Pairing: Jungkook x female reader/Jungkook x female OC AU Type: Art | smut, angst Rating: MA WC: 7,137

🔞💖⚠️ Mirrors: What Becomes of Us | @yoonia [1/1] Pairing: Jungkook x f.Reader AU Type: Friends w/Benefits to Lovers | smut, angst Rating: MA WC: 8,454

🔞💖⚠️ In Motion | @yoonia [14/14] Pairing: Jungkook x f.Reader AU Type: Sex Club | smut Rating: MA WC: 175,587

🔞💖⚠️ Song of You | @bethschamberoftales [1/1] Pairing: Jungkook x Reader AU Type: 1930-40s Romance | smut, angst, fluff Rating: MA WC: 8k

🔞💖⚠️ Let Me Heal You | @bethschamberoftales [1/1] Pairing: ex!bf Jungkook x reader x lawyer! Taehyung AU Type: Coming of Age, Infidelity, Crime, Thriller | angst, smut, fluff Rating: MA WC: 26k

🔞💖⚠️ I Put A Spell On You | @colormepurplex2 [2/2] Pairing: Demon!Jimin x Witch!f.Reader x Vampire!Jungkook AU Type: Demon/Witch/Vampire Halloween | angst, smut Rating: MA WC: 9,257

🔞💖⚠️ Chasing Shadows | @colormepurplex2 [4/4] Pairing: Sherlock!Jungkook x Journalist!f.Reader AU Type: Modern Day Sherlock Holmes | angst, smut, fluff Rating: MA WC: 21,511

🔞💖⚠️ Flowers of Fate | @colormepurplex2 [4/4] Pairing: UnseeliePrince!Yoongi x Human!f.Reader (ft. x UnseelieGuard!Jungkook x SeeliePrince!Jimin x WoodNymph!Namjoon) AU Type: Strangers to Bonded Mates | angst, smut, fluff Rating: MA WC: 56,072

🔞💖⚠️ On Wings of Mist & Memories | @colormepurplex2 [3/3] Pairing: DragonRider!Jungkook x FieldScribe!f.Reader AU Type: Enemies to Lovers, Exiled Royalty, Fantasy | angst, smut, fluff Rating: MA WC: 39,753

🔞💖⚠️ Seeds | @downbad4yoongi [1/1] Pairing: Persephone!Yoongi x Hades!Hoseok AU Type: Modern Greek Mythology, Strangers to Lovers, Mafia | angst, smut Rating: MA WC: 7,902

🔞💖⚠️ Lifeline | @downbad4yoongi [1/1] Pairing: Namjoon x Reader AU Type: First Responder | smut, light fluff Rating: MA WC: 7,157

🔞💖⚠️ The Agile Fox | @yoonia [1/1] Pairing: Jungkook x OC (named female character) x Yoongi AU Type: Shifters, Werewolf | fluff, angst, smut Rating: MA WC: 51,966

🔞💖⚠️ Bad For You | @yoonia [1/1] Pairing: Jungkook x f.Reader AU Type: Stripper | smut, angst Rating: MA WC: 11,340

🔞💖⚠️ To All The Men I’ve Fucked Before | @hisunshiine [1/1] Pairing: Jungkook x Reader AU Type: tatbilb!au fake dating!au | angst, smut, fluff Rating: MA WC: 30,586

🔞💖 Laundry Love | @hisunshiine [1/1] Pairing: Jungkook x Reader AU Type: s2l, non-idol au | smut, fluff Rating: MA WC: 9,983

🔞💖⚠️ Bangtan Scouts | @hisunshiine [20/20] Pairing: Jungkook x Reader AU Type: sailor moon au | angst, smut, fluff Rating: MA WC: 48,937

🔞💖⚠️ College Nights, Diner Fights | @hisunshiine [1/1] Pairing: Jungkook x Reader AU Type: e2l, diner au, college au | angst, smut, fluff Rating: MA WC: 9,841

🔞💖⚠️ Seven Days | @hisunshiine [7/7] Pairing: Jungkook x Reader AU Type: f2l au, fwb au | angst, smut, fluff Rating: MA WC: 34,607

All stories copywritten of the specified author. The authors provided consent for their stories to the network to be shared by submitting their stories. Stories posted in the order of submission to the event.

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BangtanWritersHQ Presents: “RUN BTS" Masterlist

For February 2024, we got physical! Down, set, hike! Being part of a team can be full of highs and lows, wins and losses, and inevitable injuries—both on and off the field. This collection of fics from our network members focus on sports, training, and team work! So, if you prefer to read about sports instead of watch them, this is for you! Browse at your leisure and ENJOY!

KEY:

🔞 - nsfw (mature themes) ✅ - sfw (no warnings) 💖 - smut ⚠️ - other warnings

SET UP - emojis: Title (if link is to another platform) | Author [parts] pairings, genre/aus, rating, word count

🔞💖 Weighted Desires | @downbad4yoongi [1/1] Pairing: Namjoon x Jungkook AU/Genre: Non-Idol, Gym | smut Rating: MA WC: 1,427

🔞💖⚠️ Work Hard, Play Harder | @colormepurplex2 [2/2] Pairing: Yoongi x f.Reader AU/Genre: College, Sports Medicine | smut, angst Rating: MA WC: 9,265

🔞💖⚠️ Lube Job | @hisunshiine [1/1] Pairing: Racer!Taehyung x Racer!Reader AU/Genre: Motorbike Racing | angst, smut, fluff Rating: MA WC: 1,595

🔞💖⚠️ Work Out For Me | @hisunshiine [1/1] Pairing: Neighbor/GymRat!Jungkook x Neighbor!Reader AU/Genre: Post-Breakup, Neighbors | angst, smut Rating: MA WC: 3,268

🔞💖⚠️ How Many Rounds | @hisunshiine [1/1] Pairing: Boxer!Jungkook x Fan!Reader AU/Genre: Boxer | smut, angst Rating: MA WC: 1,966

All stories copywritten of the specified author. The authors provided consent for their stories to the network to be shared by submitting their stories. Stories posted in the order of submission to the event.

[moonleeai]

I said it before and I'll say it again...I. LOVE. MINIMONI!

The build on the mutual attraction is captured so well for a short one shot. First Jimin just lost in his marveling and then Namjoon's reason for continuously being there in the first place!!

 “exposing his thick thighs” 🤤 

“His self-assurance was buoyed by the color tones he chose” ah yes confident fashionista Jimin 🐥

Loved the little flirty touches Jimin got in for their date! 

And THEN the smut!! So hot and messy 😝

Maybe we can get another short glimpse into their relationship in the future 👉🏽👈🏽

Closer

For @bangtanwritershq June Big 3 Event:

pairing: Namjoon x Jimin

WC: 2571

au/genre: mutual pining, fluff, smut,

rating: MA

Tags/Inclusions: fountains, praise, outdoor sex

My big 3: sun (Capricorn) - member(s): minimoni, moon (aries) - where/how you (or they) met: dinner in Rome, rising (Gemini) - cliche trope: mutual pining

Thank you to @colormepurplex2, @moonleeai, and @heathfritillary-blog for betaing for me. Thank you @hisunshiine for the banner! <3

“I didn’t know you became telepathic?” 

Jimin jolts upright from his slouched position against the bar, his booted foot thudding hard on the tile as he straightens up.

He glances confused over his shoulder at his uncle, “What?”

“You’re staring at that boy. I figured you were reading his mind to take his order.”

Heat flushes up his neck and cheeks, “I–I was not staring!”

His uncle shoots him a withering look, “Boy, you were staring so hard I’m surprised he couldn’t feel it.”

Jimin huffs, snatching his server pad off the counter. He spins on his heel and heads out onto the restaurant floor. For the past few summers, Jimin has been spending time in Rome, enjoying time off school and working at his Uncle Kyubok’s trattoria.  He enjoys the more straightforward, slower time of Rome in the summer. However, this summer has been delightful, a feast for his eyes, ever since a tall Korean man stumbled into the eatery.

There are very few Koreans roaming around Rome. So, this one has caught Jimin’s attention. If his nationality wasn't enough, he would have surely noticed him due to his height. The customer is tall but not tall enough to be intimidating. His size pairs well with his demeanor. The stranger is pensive; Jimin has startled him from his deep thought several times this summer as he has enjoyed various delicacies. 

Even now, the man sits forward with his chin propped on a giant fist, deep in contemplation. Jimin approaches from behind, enjoying the broad spread of his shoulders under the stretch of the man’s thin cotton t-shirt paired with dark denim shorts and open-toed sandals. 

Damn, his legs go on for days. Jimin admires them the most when he wears shorts, exposing his thick thighs. 

Jimin gives a little shake of his head, snapping out of his ogling. He braces himself as he approaches the table, sure that this will be another incident of him accidentally startling the man. He steps into the customer’s line of sight with a bright smile pasted on. “Would you like another coffee? Perhaps some dessert?”

Like clockwork, the man’s shoulders jerk roughly, the movement is enough to jolt the small table he is sitting at. As much as Jimin tries, he cannot stifle the giggle that manages to escape him.

The man’s deep, dark eyes snap to him as his cheeks flush a light red. “What? What’s so funny?”

Jimin purses his lips, swallowing the remaining laughter before answering, “I’m sorry but you are. I don’t mean to be rude, but this is probably the fifth time this has happened over the past few weeks.”

The man huffs, “Well, maybe make more noise as you approach, and this wouldn’t happen.”

Jimin’s brow flies into his hair, “You’re in a trattoria. You should expect servers to approach you pretty regularly. It’s kind of part of the deal.”

The stranger flounders, failing to come up with a good retort. “Yeah. Um, I guess you are right.”

“What’s your deal anyway?”

The man’s brow furrows, unsure if he should take offense, “What do you mean?”

“I mean, why are you always lost in thought? You’ve been coming here for weeks and constantly staring off into the abyss.”

“Oh,” the man’s cheeks flush an even deeper red, “I am just still processing the art I finished viewing at one of the local museums.”

“Are you an art critic or something?”

“Or something,” he muses, “I’m an Art History student studying abroad. I’ve been visiting different museums to soak in the culture.”

Jimin hums under his breath, “I’m not even surprised. That totally fits your overall vibe.”

“I have a vibe?”

“Oh, definitely.” Jimin exudes confidence as he utters the statement with finality.

“Are you going to share what that vibe is?”

Jimins lips quirk up on the edges, “Sure, why not? Can I get a name first, though?”

“Namjoon.”

“Well, Namjoon, your vibe is definitely an old soul philosopher. Quite Descartes-like.” Jimin taps his notepad against his palm. “You constantly give off ‘I’m contemplating the meaning of life’ vibes.”

“Well, um–”

“Jimin.”

Namjoon tips his head toward him. “Well, Jimin, I want to be offended, but I can’t disagree for some reason. I do tend to contemplate a lot the meanings behind things, words, movements…” He trails off, waffling his hand in the air as he sits back. Namjoon’s thoughts scatter as the most captivating giggle tinkles through the air. Warmth spreads through his chest as Jimin covers his mouth with his pad, the server’s eyes morphing into crescents. Namjoon swipes his tongue across his lip, “What? What’s so funny?”

Jimin shrugs a shoulder and shakes his head. “Nothing at all. You seem very intelligent. Wish I could stay and talk more, but as you can see—” he motions to the eatery around him, “I’m rather busy.”.

“Oh, yeah.” Namjoon picks up the hint, “Right. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to keep you,” he glances down at his menu before pointing at something randomly to order, “I’ll have this.”

Jimin quickly jots it down and, with a slight bow, takes his leave. 

Despite the numerous places Namjoon had planned to check out during his time in Rome, he finds himself returning to the same local trattoria around the same time each day. All in hopes of interacting with the handsome server who has managed to draw him out of his shell. These interactions have quickly become a highlight of his experience, and he finds himself greedy for more. And now he has a name,  Jimin. 

Namjoon walks into the trattoria, unusually busy at this time of day, and snags a table just as a couple vacates. It hasn’t been bussed yet, but he doesn’t mind. He quickly gathers the dishes into a small pile to one side and waits to see Jimin again.

It’s not long before Jimin pushes out of the swinging kitchen door, his arms laden with food. He watches Jimin’s eyes sweep the space pausing on him when he notices the new guest. Jimin’s smile causes Namjoon’s lips to raise upward in greeting.

It takes a bit of time, but Jimin is finally able to make his way over to Namjoon’s table, which has since been cleared of the dirty dishes, and a fresh carafe of water has been delivered.

“Wow! So sorry about that. We got this sudden rush, and of course, today two of our staff are out,” Jimin gushes as he stands over Namjoon, who for once wasn’t startled at his approach.

Namjoon waves his hand, brushing the other man’s words off. “It’s alright. The wait wasn’t too bad.”

“Yes, it was, but I appreciate the lie.”

Namjoon laughs, the laughter growing as Jimiin mirrors his joy with his own giggle. Jimin grips the back of the chair across from Namjoon, but another guest catches his eye and waves him over. Jimin can’t hold back the sigh that escapes him. 

Before Jimin can apologize again, Namjoon interjects, “It’s alright. I’ll just have my usual. Go and help the other customer, he seems very insistent.”

With a grateful smile, Jimin heads off to see what the man needs. Unfortunately for both of them, Jimin is kept occupied for the remainder of Namjoon’s meal time, and before they know it, Namjoon is getting ready to leave. 

Jimin turns the corner and sees Namjoon standing, pulling bills from his wallet to leave on the table for his meal. Namjoon looks up just in time to see Jimin’s face fall as he rushes over.

“You’re leaving already?”

The taller man nods, “Yeah. I have a couple of tours I scheduled, and I need to head out.”

“We barely got to talk today,” Jimin pouts.

“Well, actually…” Namjoon trails off, ducking his head before taking a deep breath and pushing on, “Would you want to meet up outside of your uncle’s trattoria? Maybe enjoy a meal together?”

Jimin’s brows fly into his hairline, “Like a date?”

Namjoon blushes as he rocks on his heels, “Yeah, like a date.”

Jimin’s grin is blinding, “Definitely.”

Jimin walks along the cobbled pathway to the ristorante, where he told Namjoon to meet him. It’s one his close friend became obsessed with when he visited last summer; the restaurant specializes in fresh pasta and seafood dishes, which is a place Jimin is excited to share with Namjoon.

The heels of Jimin’s boots slow to a stop as they near the entrance when he sees Namjoon loitering nearby. He runs this lip through his teeth as he smooths his hands down the front of his dark green shirt tucked into a crisp pair of black jeans. 

Jimin is feeling confident in the style options he chose for tonight. His self-assurance was buoyed by the color tones he chose that perfectly complemented his chestnut locks and gold-toned jewelry. He admires that Namjoon picked similar options that highlight his best features.

Namjoon is leaning against a light pole out front of the ristorante, and he’s dressed in a park of dark denim pants with brown boots and a casual beige blazer over a crisp, white shirt. Jimin can’t help biting his lower lip as he takes in the wide width of the man in front of him; the blazer is doing everything in its power to get him on his knees and beg Namjoon for mercy. 

Unfortunately, Jimin’s heel snags a loose stone alerting Namjoon to his admirer’s presence, cutting his ogling session short. 

Namjoon’s face lights up when he sees Jimin. Jimin notices the tall man’s gaze rake over him from head to toe and back again. He can’t suppress the confidence boost blooming within at the involuntary sound of appreciation that echoes from the cavern of Namjoon’s broad chest.

“Hi, sorry I’m late.” Jimin initiates closing the distance between them, leaving only a hair's breadth of separation between their chests.

Namjoon shakes his head emphatically, “Late? You’re not late at all. I was anxiously early.” The pink tinge of his cheeks expands to envelope his neck as he ducks his head.

“Anxious?”

“How could I not be? I’m meeting the man I’ve been secretly admiring for weeks for dinner, and finally, it's without the distraction of other diners.”

Now, it’s Jimin’s turn to duck his head in embarrassment. “I’m not even sure how to real– I don’t know how to respond to that adequately, but just know the feeling is mutual.”

Namjoon’s plump lips spread into an ear-splitting grin, “I’ll take it!” He jerks his head toward the lit entrance, “Want to head inside?”

Jimin bobs his head bashfully and allows himself to be pulled along once Namjoon gathers his smaller digits in his much larger grasp.

With dedicated time to focus on each other, dinner flies by in a flurry of porcelain plates ladened with delicious food and glasses of wine. As the bill is being settled, Jimin suggests a walk through the surrounding area. Namjoon eagerly agrees, scooping Jimin's hand snuggly into his as they head back into the crisp night air.

Settling alongside each other, they enjoy the other's presence and the gentle noise of the evening. Jimin knocks his head against the taller man's shoulder, "Did you know Rome is home to over 2,000 Fountains? "

"Oddly enough, I did," Namjoon answers sheepishly.

Jimin giggles, "Oh yes, how could I forget you're the man with an encyclopedia of useless knowledge for a brain."

Namjoon balks, his cheeks tinging a deep pink. He's quick to regain his wits, though. "Hey, it was this encyclopedic brain that drew you in."

"Touché." Jimin leans into Namjoon, his other hand grabbing the man's thick bicep. "There's an adorable alcove near here with one of my favorite fountains. Want to check it out?"

"Lead the way, my kind sir." Namjoon grins proudly when that earns a peal of giggles from Jimin.

Gripping Namjoon's hand tighter, Jimin guides the pair down a few more winding streets. Moments later, they can hear the tinkling water before the alcove, set aside away from foot traffic, comes into sight. Namjoon is immediately able to understand why this is Jimin's favorite.

The fountain itself is moderate in size and relatively simple in design. The area surrounding the pool of water steals Namjoon's breath. A serene garden is spread out around them, lush greenery and delicate flowers are abundant. The pleasant slice of peace is surrounded by a ring of trees that creates the perfect halo to highlight the bright full moon above.

"Voíla!" Jimin announces. 

"Wow! This is indescribably beautiful, Jimin." Namjoon circles around the fountain and looks closely at some nearby plants. He glances up, and his breath is stolen once again by the gorgeous man before him.

The light of the moon perfectly highlights the graces of Jimin's visage. Namjoon can’t help but be drawn back to the side of the man he’s been adoring for several weeks. Standing this close, Namjoon can only barely hold back a weak moan by biting his lip. He wants every moment of this ingrained into his memory forever.

Namjoon may not have been as silent as he had hoped, as Jimin startles when he finally notices how close the other man has returned to stand beside him. He jerks back in surprise, and Namjoon’s firm grip flashes out to grasp his upper arm and prevents him from stumbling any further,

A breathy, “Thanks,” leaves Jimins lips right before Namjoon’s own plush lips crash against his. They cling to each other as lips parts, tongues tangle, and breaths exchange places. Jimin can feel nothing and everything all at once; he feels ecstatic and floating in the aether while simultaneously feeling the individual grip of every finger as he clutches Namjoon’s broad shoulders. 

Shadow and light intertwine as their own limbs find similar paths to weave them tighter together. Sanity and space fail to intervene as they claw at each other, fingers unfastening pants and tugging turgid cocks free of their confines. 

Desperate pants of air fill the space between them as they cede control to each other in a fraught plea to be closer. Agonized moans are torn from throats as Namjoon’s giant fist encircles both of them, providing them with needed relief.

Jimin tears his lips from the other man’s, his head falling to Namjoon’s shoulder with a sob as short, firm jerks of his cock send him further spiraling into delirium. 

“Fuckfuckfuckfuck…” Jimin whimpers with each catch of his glans against that of his lover’s. “More, fuck more!” Jimin begs feverishly.

Namjoon grunts, snapping his hips to increase the friction as his grip tightens around their lengths. His lips mouth Jimin’s ear as his free hand manipulates the diminutive man’s heavy sac, applying just the right amount of pressure. 

Breaths pass before Jimin tosses his head back and cries out into the open air, “Yesssss!” His hips jerk as he comes fast and hard, spilling across Namjoon’s pumping fist.

“That’s it, baby, yes, come for me,” Namjoon encourages, his movements speeding up as he chases his own completion, which comes within moments of Jimin’s and joins the stickiness already coating his hand.

They collapse against each other, panting. Thrills of pleasure randomly spike through them as they come down from their mutual high.

It’s Jimin who finally breaks the quiet with a soft laugh, “Imagine what could have happened if we had gotten out of our own way sooner?”

[bangtanwritershq]

BANGTANWRITERSHQ PRESENTS: "MADNESS" MASTERLIST

For March, we loosened all the screws & embraced the morally grey & debauched with this collection of fics from our network members! This thread will include a multitude of aus, tropes, & pairings. So, if you're looking for wacky, twisted, & unhinged, here you go!

Browse at your leisure and ENJOY!

KEY:

🔞 - nsfw (mature themes) ✅ - sfw (no warnings) 💖 - smut ⚠️ - other warnings

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🔞💖⚠️ Bump In The Night | @colormepurplex2 [2/2] Pairing: Bogeyman!Yoongi x f.Reader AU/Genre: Monsters Under The Bed | angst, smut Rating: MA WC: 12,450

🔞💖⚠️ Seeds | @downbad4yoongi [1/1] Pairing: Persephone!Yoongi x Hades!Hoseok AU/Genre: Modern Greek Mythology, Mafia | angst, smut Rating: MA WC: 7,902

🔞💖⚠️ Blood Bride | @colormepurplex2 [2/2] Pairing: Vampire!Yoongi x f.Reader AU/Genre: Vampires/Accidental Marriage | angst, smut Rating: MA WC: 9,756

🔞💖⚠️ Play With Fire | @colormepurplex2 [2/2] Pairing: Arsonist!Hoseok x Criminal!f.Reader AU/Genre: Crime/Arson | angst, smut Rating: MA WC: 8,168

🔞💖⚠️ I Put A Spell On You | @colormepurplex2 [2/2] Pairing: Demon!Jimin x Witch!f.Reader x Vampire!Jungkook AU/Genre: Witch/Demon/Vampire | angst, smut Rating: MA WC: 9,257

🔞💖⚠️ Bite Me | @downbad4yoongi [1/1] Pairing: Vampire!Jimin x VampireHunter!Jungkook AU/Genre: Paranormal/Vampires | angst, smut Rating: MA WC: 4,740

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BangtanWritersHQ Presents: "New Year, New Me Love” Masterlist

This year, for our first quarter, we wanted to celebrate starting fresh and provide a special little something as a ‘cheers’ in the new year.

Some of our wonderful and talented members have come together to create a beautiful collection of stories exchanged as loving gifts. Each participant was given a prompt from another participant and had to create a minimum of 1k word story using that prompt.

We hope you enjoy these as much as we did 🎉

*Not all stories are holiday/new years related*

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✅ - sfw (no warnings)

💖 - smut

⚠️ - other warnings

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🔞 💖 Beyond Business Hours | @moonleeai [1/1] Pairing: CEO!Taehyung x OFC (named Anastasia) AU/Genre: Non-Idol, Co-workers to Lovers | smut, fluff Rating: MA WC: 11,664

🔞 💖 Between The Stacks | @downbad4yoongi [1/1] Pairing: Taehyung x Jungkook AU/Genre: College, Brother's Best Friend | smut, fluff Rating: R WC: 3,724

🔞 💖⚠️ Now I'm Yours | @colormepurplex2 [2/2] Pairing: Alpha!Jungkook x Omega!f.Reader AU/Genre: A/B/O, Established Relationship/Soulmates | smut, angst, mild fluff Rating: MA WC: 14,064

🔞 💖⚠️ Revelations Under The Moon | @hisunshiine [1/1] Pairing: Alpha!Namjoon x Omega!f.Reader AU/Genre: A/B/O, Fated Mates | angst, smut Rating: MA WC: 9,468

🔞 💖 He's A Hybrid (Wattpad) | tatas_cooky | [1/1] Pairing: Human!Taehyung x CatHybrid!Yoongi AU/Genre: Hybrid | fluff, smut Rating: R WC: 5,662

🔞 💖⚠️ Order and Chaos (Ao3) | @mrsparkjimin18 [1/1] Pairing: Manager!Hoseok x Photographer!Reader AU/Genre: Non-Idol, Strangers to Lovers | fluff, mild angst, smut Rating: MA WC: 3,949

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BangtanWritersHQ Presents: "Fesh Start" Masterlist

For January 2024, we put together a collection of fics from our network members to celebrate new beginnings, fresh starts, and self-discovery while starting over. That is anything from budding new relationships, getting over heavy breakups, or recovering from a life-altering event, featuring all manner of AUs, tropes, and pairings.

Browse at your leisure and ENJOY!

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🔞 - nsfw (mature themes) ✅ - sfw (no warnings) 💖 - smut ⚠️ - other warnings

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🔞💖⚠️ Box of Chocolates | @colormepurplex2 [2/2] Pairing: Hoseok x f.Reader AU/Genre: Exes to Lovers, Second Chances | angst, smut Rating: MA WC: 15,093

🔞💖⚠️ Make You Mine | @colormepurplex2 [2/2] Pairing: Alpha!Jungkook x Omega!f.Reader AU/Genre: Enemies to Lovers | angst, fluff, smut Rating: MA WC: 11,231

🔞💖 Pursuit of Dimples (Ao3) | @downbad4yoongi [9/?] Pairing: Namjoon x OC AU/Genre: College, Meet Cute | smut, fluff Rating: MA WC: ~21,434

🔞⚠️ Promises, Promises (Ao3) | @downbad4yoongi [1/1] Pairing: Jimin x Jeongguk AU/Genre: Mail Order Husband, Marriage of Convenience, Mild Sexual Themes | angst w/happy ending Rating: PG-13 WC: 11,280

🔞💖⚠️ It Was Always You | @downbad4yoongi [1/1] Pairing: Jimin x OC AU/Genre: Royalty, Surprise Pregnancy | smut Rating: MA WC: 2,918

🔞💖⚠️ Merry and Mended | @downbad4yoongi [1/1] Pairing: Alpha!Yoongi x Omega!Taehyung AU/Genre: A/B/O, Holiday | smut, fluff Rating: MA WC: 8,536

🔞💖⚠️ Spotless Minds | @yoonia [1/1] Pairing: Hoseok x Reader AU/Genre: Past Lovers, Inspired by Eternal Sunshine of The Spotless Mind Rating: MA WC: 35,801

🔞💖⚠️ The (im)Perfect Ending | @yoonia [1/1] Pairing: Namjoon x f.Reader AU/Genre: Past Lovers, Second Chance, Infidelity | smut, angst Rating: MA WC: 43,816

🔞💖⚠️ Slow Dancing | @yoonia [13/13] Pairing: Jungkook x Reader | Namjoon x Reader AU/Genre: Soulmates, Second Chances | angst, eventual smut Rating: MA WC: 125,602

🔞💖⚠️ Once Upon An Us | @yoonia [1/1] Pairing: Namjoon x f.Reader AU/Genre: Past Lovers, Exes to Lovers Rating: MA WC: 47,135

🔞💖⚠️ Till Death Do Us Part | @colormepurplex2 [4/4] Pairing: Hitman!Yoongi x Kidnapped!Reader AU/Genre: Mafia, Arranged Marriage | angst, smut, mild fluff Rating: MA WC: 41,132

🔞💖⚠️ The Stars In His Eyes...The Hate In Your Heart | @colormepurplex2 [2/2] Pairing: Hoseok x f.Reader AU/Genre: Brother's Best Friend, Enemies to Lovers | angst, smut, mild fluff Rating: MA WC: 18,085

All stories copywritten of the specified author. The authors provided consent for their stories to the network to be shared by submitting their stories. Stories posted in the order of submission to the event.

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BangtanWritersHQ Presents: “Holiday Wish List" Masterlist

“Do you know what you want this year?”

You smile softly up at your lover, excited to reveal the secret you have tucked away in your pocket.

“As a matter of fact, I do,” you proclaim, your smile turning mischievous. “Here.” The small, intricately folded slip of paper crinkles a bit as you pull it out, all crisp edges and careful lines.

You hold out your hand, palm up, presenting the origami snowflake you made last night. Silver and blue glitter sparkles on your fingertips, having rubbed off the thick parchment as you withdrew it from your pocket. It shines brightly, the perfect little representation of everything you could ever want.

Warm brown eyes twinkle with humor as they meet yours. “You want a snowflake?”

“Open it up,” you encourage, your excitement palpable and overflowing. You watch as he carefully unfolds the paper, a full smile resting on his lips.

“Wow,” he says, eyes devouring the words you wrote. “So, this is exactly what you want?”

“Yes, yes, it is.”

This month, we provided our members with a handcrafted, one-of-a-kind, curated list of our audience’s perfect, preferred AUs & Tropes as voted on during our March Trope Madness and November Clash of the AUs.

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🔞💖 Merry and Mended | @downbad4yoongi [1/1] Pairing: Alpha!Yoongi x Omega!Taehyung AU Type: holiday fluff, strangers to lovers, a/b/o | smut, fluff Rating: MA WC: 8,536

🔞💖⚠️ Falling In Love At A Coffee Shop | @colormepurplex2 [1/1] Pairing: ArtProfessor!Yoongi x Artist/CoffeeShopOwner!f.Reader AU Type: Cozy Coffee Shop/Art AU | smut, fluff Rating: MA WC: 8,028

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BANGTANWRITERSHQ PRESENTS: "TO BEGIN AGAIN" MASTERLIST

“Wait!” You watch as his hands hesitate; one holds the scissors while the other holds a section of his hair. “You know it’s inevitable—I have to cut it.” His hands resume their previous movements, and you can’t help but allow a single tear to fall as the thick tresses fall to the floor. Each sweeping cut flutters more strands as if mimicking the fallen leaves of autumn that gave way to this cold winter. The buzzing of the clippers grabs you from your thoughts, and he turns to you, beautiful, brown eyes wide and pleading. With a sigh, you step forward and grab it from him, giving him a small kiss between his brows before softly pushing his shoulder so he faces the mirror once more. “I know it’s a lot…a big change for me and for you, but maybe—maybe it’s exactly what we both need.” His voice is quiet but firm, and for the first time, everything is sinking in. You think maybe what he’s saying is right. This can be a good thing. When you’ve completed the cut, he stands up from the chair and turns to face you, a hand running over the short buzz you’ve left him with. “I guess it kind of looks cute,” you acquiesce. He laughs, grabbing your hand and pulling it to feel his hair. His eyes and smile remain the same, but something within him—and you—has started to change with this small, yet monumental step. You’ll both enter the new year apart from each other, but still in each other’s hearts. Tomorrow is a new beginning; he’ll go one way, and you’ll go another with the hopes that one day, you’ll return back to this place, this meeting in the middle—together again, both touched by change…a MetAmorPhosis of the Soul.

Whether it’s with ‘new year, new me’ or just wanting ‘to begin again’, we’re all facing different chapters of our life as we transition into a new year. For the first quarter of 2024, we wanted our members to focus on turning a page in life, beginning a new chapter, or finding peace in unchartered territory.

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🔞💖⚠️ Capturing Family | @downbad4yoongi [1/1] Pairing: Jimin x Namjoon AU/Genre: Marriage, Slice of Life, Surrogacy | smut, fluff, angst Rating: MA WC: 4,237

🔞💖⚠️ In Memory of Him - Ch. 1: It's Cold In Here | @colormepurplex2 [1/2] Pairing: Taehyung x f.Reader AU/Genre: Non-Idol, Late Husband's Best Friend | angst, fluff, eventual smut Rating: MA WC: ~13,558

🔞💖⚠️ The Thirteenth Sons - Ch. 1 (Ao3) | @lunarelle1013 [1/2] Pairing: Jungkook x Namjoon AU/Genre: A/B/O, Mated/Bonded | angst, eventually smut Rating: MA WC: 5,355

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BangtanWritersHQ Presents: “Bangtanstrology"

The magic surrounding the creation of BTS is a story that is the same, yet different for each of their soulmates in ARMY, since we are all born under the same Milky Way but in different stars.

You look at the spread of tarot cards on the cloth-covered table, surprise filling your eyes in the low light of the psychic’s room. Despite having this recurring dream since childhood about seven men and the providence of the universe, you try to argue with him.

“You’re insane. How can I be yours? And also be fated to 6 others?”

“Yes, my moonchild, you are destined for great things,” his voice is deep, full of sex and smoke. “This card may say ‘Death’, but it symbolizes not your actual death, but the death of who you were before me, before us. This card here tells me that this death and rebirth will happen almost instantly. In the dark nights, we’re each other’s lights. Once you leave this tent, your life will forever be changed.”

You can’t speak, so shocked by his words, so you nod as you stand up, depositing the few bills you had previously readied as a tip as you gather your bag. Eyes looking back at the man, you feel more than hear his next words straight to your core.

“You can’t fight fate, and you are our destiny.”

Back outside the psychic’s building, as you walk to the bus stop, you sense something is off, but are unsure if you’re in danger. You safely board and the trip home flies by so quickly that you’re already off the bus and that much closer to safety. As you enter your neighborhood, the feeling returns. Speeding up, you turn the corner by the convenience store, running smack into a broad chest before bouncing backward and onto the ground.

It feels as if the Earth has shifted. The setting sun has the sky lit up in hues of lavender and violet, a gorgeous purple halo surrounding the seven sets of eyes looking at you.

“This can’t be a coincidence!” you gasp, confused at how they could manifest from your slumber to reality. “I dreamt of you.”

The one you ran into steps closer as the others behind him peer around to get a better look at you. His hand is open, palm up stretched between your bodies.

“Take it,” he says, and the others around him echo the words.

“Take it.”

You recognize one of the voices, sultry and smokey; he smirks at you as if to say ‘I told you so’.

“My hand reaching out to you is my chosen fate.”

This June marks the 10th year of BTS, the fated soulmates of ARMY. Because we are the two, who found our destiny. And to outsiders, the story is so incredible. It must be a myth, a thing of lore. No such thing could be true! But we know the truth.

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🔞 💖 ⚠️ Masks & Merlot | @colormepurplex2 [2/2] Pairing: ModernLegacyHeir!Kim Seokjin x Servant!Reader AU Type: Long-time Pining | Drunken Love Confessions Rating: MA WC: 13,961

🔞 💖 Closer | @downbad4yoongi [1/1] Pairing: Namjoon x Jimin AU Type: Mutual Pining | Dinner in Rome Rating: MA WC: 2,571

🔞 💖 ⚠️ If It's Our Last | @moonleeai [1/1] Pairing: BondedPistil!Jimin x Stamen!Jungkook AU Type: Strangers to Lovers | Pistilverse Rating: MA WC: 2,404

🔞 💖 ⚠️ College Nights, Diner Fights | @hisunshiine [1/1] Pairing: waiter!Jungkook x waitress!Reader AU Type: Diner, e2l | angst, smut, fluff Rating: MA WC: 9,664

✅ ⚠️ What if... | @mrsparkjimin18 [1/1] Pairing: Production Director!Yoongi x Art Director!Hoseok AU Type: Mutual Pining, Hidden Feelings | fluff Rating: PG-13 WC: 2,884

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